It was supposed to be happy. But I was depressed while creating my Valentine playlist, at the same time getting my Master's in classic rock. After bumping around me for a month, I finally got into her apartment. And it was nice. The cable guy thing was totally unexpected so I didn't register anything at the time. I went along thinking that she was playing some mysterious games. But there was no mistake for the 2nd time. Doormen should just let guests in, period. However I tried, I couldn't think of a good reason.
I can think of so many bad reasons. I don't know how long can I go on if she keeps calling me like that. But I think she isn't thinking far ahead; she is thinking about the next rent. We can do hotels, but it's more like work after home visits. So I'm not going to call her first. Let's see what will happen.
I won't even try to tell her that I'm not happy. She has her reasons. And if she is anywhere near Chanel, she would tell me something I like to hear. I can punish her big time though. I can ditch Margaret for her "friend", Chanel II, at Valentine. That would be devasting even if she doesn't like me, that much anyway.
After all the auditioning, I returned to Margaret on and off. She got the looks but didn't do much. But I was fond of her anyway. One day she mentioned her friend Chanel II. I still had no idea why. Maybe she thought I must have seen Chanel II and wanted to see how they compare. And since I saw Margaret a few times, she must have thought she is the winner. Or she thought Chanel II fitted me better; Chanel II told me that Margaret helped her out and is a good person.
I always wanted to see Chanel II but there's always the risk of a disappointing face, a dead fish, or the golden pussy syndrome. But since Margaret mentioned her name, it couldn't be bad. Indeed, they can stand shoulder to shoulder giving you a hard time to pick. But Margaret knows it; Chanel II is Chanel II for a reason and not her. But the sad thing is, thinking that Margaret gave her a good catch, Chanel II texted Margaret while we were naked in bed after. Even though I didn't know what they were texting, I could sense the disappointment in Margaret while Chanel II still didn't have a clue.
Unfortunately, that was the only time I saw Chanel II. I tried to book her again but she became hard to get, turning up suddenly and on a Sunday. Both of them faded out and disappeared soon. After the "I could have been dead" traffic incident, I called every pretty girl on my shortlist over the weekend. That's when I rediscovered Margaret; she changed her name.
After I saw Margaret almost regularly, Chanel II reappeared again. Co-incident? If Chanel II had been working, I would definitely book her instead of trying someone new. But I have no reason to see her again. Margaret recaptured my heart by getting all over me and stick her tongue into my mouth. She let me suck her whole tongue out with a smile. Some of my escort readers may gross out by the mental image in their head. But consider that, before that Margaret never kissed me properly. It was only touching lips for a second. Then it progressed to her tongue touching my lips for a split second. And I still saw her.
Now if I book Chanel II for Valentine, and do the disappearing act on Margaret, she will be devasted or she will try hard to figure out what she did wrong. If they are still hanging out, I will tell Chanel II something so it will get back to Margaret what I did. It's not even necessary. On my account and Chanel II's, I will make certain that we have the date stamp when we meet.
I will certainly do that when they are at their prime, around 19. But I'm not going to do that feeling that they are more vulnerable now. If I don't have a history with them I wouldn't have that feeling. You would think that they are now at the prime, still is, but not as prime as when they are 19. When I triggered some old memory in Margaret, she would look far and reminiscence silently about the good old days for a split second. It's sad that obviously, she wasn't thinking about me, but at the height of powers, the many clients lining up, doing whatever she likes to do, and the money.
Soon after I lost Chanel, I met a model type girl who started college around 19 and invited me to visit her new apartment. She thought her nose was her weak part but I was happy with that; she didn't even need makeup. Her body is a model type but I found her body too ripe. It's hard to describe. Maybe like a peach, some need some more time, some are perfectly ripe, and others are too ripe. And out times were totally incompatible so I just hang up for the last time when she was still sleeping.
And then this perfect woman at her 30's or maybe early 40's. Yeah, I have seen too many women at this bracket in my TER days. So I know what is perfect or not. She is a babe watch type. She has to spend a lot of time to work out to keep her body perfect like that - more perfect than many young girls but looks very natural without muscles. She isn't that pretty but her hair and makeup are always done perfectly. She had skills and wasn't afraid to use it to capture me into an arrangement. It was a bargain and she hinted that she will be seeing me at her home on her off days, meaning that I don't have to lineup for her incall days. How romantic. Even though I saw her a few times, I disappeared because I was afraid of commitments. And there was one minor thing that I couldn't overcome. She had the stone type enhancement. I know it's safer but I couldn't overcome that. I could overlook that a few times but not regularly. So cruel. And she's so awesome that she's still around!
And of course, who could forget Caroline? She may be hitting 30 or more but she could be the spider girl in the multiverse! She could be that stylish. So my pants were going to explode when she was in her California shorts kissing me as in a marathon. But she was a bit anti-social - sometimes she posts some unglamorous pictures. That is a sin in advertising. You don't do that unless too many people turn away at your door disappointed. She will never disappoint with her looks. The feel is a little different, another story ;-) The real problem is that she seems to have a busy schedule. Her apartment is those that I can get in and out whenever we want. I thought we were friends but she asked me to go through her assistant. And for the price I paid, I didn't have much choice about the time of day. I know she is the struggling type but she never called me so I don't feel I disappointed her. And I never asked for a more reasonable price because I didn't know I would be seeing her that much. But I won't do that if I'm not prepared to commit. Oh, and her bed ... Just don't feel like a place to make love on. Maybe too small and too soft.
And this perfect Asian girl that I ran into at random. I was almost speechless. She has flawless pale skin all over; it has to be expensive to keep that. She has the perfect boob job, perfect long hair, legs, waist, and bottom. She could be 20 something but her body looked like 18. Her face wasn't that outstanding but perhaps with some enhancements, she was attractive enough.
Since I tried to avoid Valentine's, she accused me of reserving the date for someone else, meaning her competition. Since these girls come and go, I was trying to see her enough while she was still around. I think there is a cultural difference here. Asian girls know full well that they are doing the job of your girlfriend or wife, and they don't hesitate to do the full spectrum of work unless they are very inexperienced or they are born here. Other girls, especially younger ones, here feel that doing that will give you wrong ideas and may result in stalking. So I won't book girls here on Valentine unless I know them well enough to end well, or I would pay somebody enough to make sure it's a memorial occasion.
After I satisfied my crush on her body, I didn't linger for long. I did see her once more when she visited my town independently. Now, I have good reasons to believe somebody knows my ID, the owner of this blog. Out of nowhere, this girl asked me to go shopping with her. Why? It would be a total waste of time if you ask random clients to go shopping. She could have known that I was willing to spend a couple of hundreds to make it worth her time.
But as good as her body was, she talks like a tourist guide sometimes. More, her jeans are wrong and her heels are wrong. That day, if she was in short shorts and platform sandals, I would have overdrafted my bank to show her off in the mall. Yes, she looked that good and I didn't feel like babysitting going out with her. That's the last time I saw her. But I always wonder a girl that good looking should be turning up often and for longer. It was only recently that I discovered she settled down in San Fernando Valley all these years. How? She uses the same pictures that I kept as a souvenir; it was that good. And that's the reason I have no intention to see her again.
I can think of so many bad reasons. I don't know how long can I go on if she keeps calling me like that. But I think she isn't thinking far ahead; she is thinking about the next rent. We can do hotels, but it's more like work after home visits. So I'm not going to call her first. Let's see what will happen.
I won't even try to tell her that I'm not happy. She has her reasons. And if she is anywhere near Chanel, she would tell me something I like to hear. I can punish her big time though. I can ditch Margaret for her "friend", Chanel II, at Valentine. That would be devasting even if she doesn't like me, that much anyway.
After all the auditioning, I returned to Margaret on and off. She got the looks but didn't do much. But I was fond of her anyway. One day she mentioned her friend Chanel II. I still had no idea why. Maybe she thought I must have seen Chanel II and wanted to see how they compare. And since I saw Margaret a few times, she must have thought she is the winner. Or she thought Chanel II fitted me better; Chanel II told me that Margaret helped her out and is a good person.
I always wanted to see Chanel II but there's always the risk of a disappointing face, a dead fish, or the golden pussy syndrome. But since Margaret mentioned her name, it couldn't be bad. Indeed, they can stand shoulder to shoulder giving you a hard time to pick. But Margaret knows it; Chanel II is Chanel II for a reason and not her. But the sad thing is, thinking that Margaret gave her a good catch, Chanel II texted Margaret while we were naked in bed after. Even though I didn't know what they were texting, I could sense the disappointment in Margaret while Chanel II still didn't have a clue.
Unfortunately, that was the only time I saw Chanel II. I tried to book her again but she became hard to get, turning up suddenly and on a Sunday. Both of them faded out and disappeared soon. After the "I could have been dead" traffic incident, I called every pretty girl on my shortlist over the weekend. That's when I rediscovered Margaret; she changed her name.
After I saw Margaret almost regularly, Chanel II reappeared again. Co-incident? If Chanel II had been working, I would definitely book her instead of trying someone new. But I have no reason to see her again. Margaret recaptured my heart by getting all over me and stick her tongue into my mouth. She let me suck her whole tongue out with a smile. Some of my escort readers may gross out by the mental image in their head. But consider that, before that Margaret never kissed me properly. It was only touching lips for a second. Then it progressed to her tongue touching my lips for a split second. And I still saw her.
Now if I book Chanel II for Valentine, and do the disappearing act on Margaret, she will be devasted or she will try hard to figure out what she did wrong. If they are still hanging out, I will tell Chanel II something so it will get back to Margaret what I did. It's not even necessary. On my account and Chanel II's, I will make certain that we have the date stamp when we meet.
I will certainly do that when they are at their prime, around 19. But I'm not going to do that feeling that they are more vulnerable now. If I don't have a history with them I wouldn't have that feeling. You would think that they are now at the prime, still is, but not as prime as when they are 19. When I triggered some old memory in Margaret, she would look far and reminiscence silently about the good old days for a split second. It's sad that obviously, she wasn't thinking about me, but at the height of powers, the many clients lining up, doing whatever she likes to do, and the money.
Soon after I lost Chanel, I met a model type girl who started college around 19 and invited me to visit her new apartment. She thought her nose was her weak part but I was happy with that; she didn't even need makeup. Her body is a model type but I found her body too ripe. It's hard to describe. Maybe like a peach, some need some more time, some are perfectly ripe, and others are too ripe. And out times were totally incompatible so I just hang up for the last time when she was still sleeping.
And then this perfect woman at her 30's or maybe early 40's. Yeah, I have seen too many women at this bracket in my TER days. So I know what is perfect or not. She is a babe watch type. She has to spend a lot of time to work out to keep her body perfect like that - more perfect than many young girls but looks very natural without muscles. She isn't that pretty but her hair and makeup are always done perfectly. She had skills and wasn't afraid to use it to capture me into an arrangement. It was a bargain and she hinted that she will be seeing me at her home on her off days, meaning that I don't have to lineup for her incall days. How romantic. Even though I saw her a few times, I disappeared because I was afraid of commitments. And there was one minor thing that I couldn't overcome. She had the stone type enhancement. I know it's safer but I couldn't overcome that. I could overlook that a few times but not regularly. So cruel. And she's so awesome that she's still around!
And of course, who could forget Caroline? She may be hitting 30 or more but she could be the spider girl in the multiverse! She could be that stylish. So my pants were going to explode when she was in her California shorts kissing me as in a marathon. But she was a bit anti-social - sometimes she posts some unglamorous pictures. That is a sin in advertising. You don't do that unless too many people turn away at your door disappointed. She will never disappoint with her looks. The feel is a little different, another story ;-) The real problem is that she seems to have a busy schedule. Her apartment is those that I can get in and out whenever we want. I thought we were friends but she asked me to go through her assistant. And for the price I paid, I didn't have much choice about the time of day. I know she is the struggling type but she never called me so I don't feel I disappointed her. And I never asked for a more reasonable price because I didn't know I would be seeing her that much. But I won't do that if I'm not prepared to commit. Oh, and her bed ... Just don't feel like a place to make love on. Maybe too small and too soft.
And this perfect Asian girl that I ran into at random. I was almost speechless. She has flawless pale skin all over; it has to be expensive to keep that. She has the perfect boob job, perfect long hair, legs, waist, and bottom. She could be 20 something but her body looked like 18. Her face wasn't that outstanding but perhaps with some enhancements, she was attractive enough.
Since I tried to avoid Valentine's, she accused me of reserving the date for someone else, meaning her competition. Since these girls come and go, I was trying to see her enough while she was still around. I think there is a cultural difference here. Asian girls know full well that they are doing the job of your girlfriend or wife, and they don't hesitate to do the full spectrum of work unless they are very inexperienced or they are born here. Other girls, especially younger ones, here feel that doing that will give you wrong ideas and may result in stalking. So I won't book girls here on Valentine unless I know them well enough to end well, or I would pay somebody enough to make sure it's a memorial occasion.
After I satisfied my crush on her body, I didn't linger for long. I did see her once more when she visited my town independently. Now, I have good reasons to believe somebody knows my ID, the owner of this blog. Out of nowhere, this girl asked me to go shopping with her. Why? It would be a total waste of time if you ask random clients to go shopping. She could have known that I was willing to spend a couple of hundreds to make it worth her time.
But as good as her body was, she talks like a tourist guide sometimes. More, her jeans are wrong and her heels are wrong. That day, if she was in short shorts and platform sandals, I would have overdrafted my bank to show her off in the mall. Yes, she looked that good and I didn't feel like babysitting going out with her. That's the last time I saw her. But I always wonder a girl that good looking should be turning up often and for longer. It was only recently that I discovered she settled down in San Fernando Valley all these years. How? She uses the same pictures that I kept as a souvenir; it was that good. And that's the reason I have no intention to see her again.
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