With her pussy slightly overhanging the bed, limbs spreading like a resting moth, I shoved my penis into her vagina, trying to reach the deepest part where no men of my size had ever reached before, one stroke at a time, with all the time in the world in between.
As I got deeper between her legs, I could bend a little forward to take a good look at her face, starting from her eyes. But she looked right back at me. Immediately I wasn't looking at her eyes, but into her eyes. Our eyes locked, so seemed the electromagnetic field around us, with no possibility of escape for the light wave bouncing between our lens.
She wasn't smiling. I never saw her smiling but there was nothing sad about her. She wasn't pretending anything as she is a no-nonsense girl. She just looked right back into my eyes. I didn't think she was thinking about anything special. Neither did I. My deep penetrating movement became robotic. I didn't see anything. Perhaps we were looking into each other's soul, which were blank at the moment. The dim room light was very atmospheric. She never thought of the need to turn off or tone down the light.
It could have been the best encouragement I ever had. I was very willing to give it all to her without enjoying any other position. But my consciousness came back when I remembered her ass like this. I pulled out and made a circle with my index finger.
Betty was eager to please without smiling. She turned over into a doggy position, keeping her pussy slightly overhanging the bed, so I could stood where I was. Betty even had better skin than Ariel. I knew I couldn't hold it for long, so I rushed her into the sky diving position by pushing her a little while pulling her legs. But I was a little surprised that she resisted.
I could have done many things but I was hooked to her eyes. So I pulled her back to the overhanging moth position precisely, like putting a baby right on top of her diaper. I got more addicted as time went on, penetrating her pussy and soul at the same time. I moved back and forth faster and faster while our eyes were absolutely locked.
I was very willing to end it that way. But she was so wonderful that I couldn't resist to touch and feel her more. Kissing wasn't included so I kissed her cheek, a very wet one, but I was careful not to overdo it, because I was afraid that she would give me the what-the-fuck stare, instead of the enchanted stare. Then I stacked on top of her, pressed my chest hard against her big boobs as I penetrated her, and pressed my cheek hard against hers. I was expecting rejection but she didn't push. I did hear a few heavy breath, but probably she couldn't control her excitement. XD. Next, I flooded her. But I wasn't stopping. I continued until I squeezed the last drop into the condom, still pressing hard against her chest and cheek. I was totally enchanted.
At a little distance away, Betty looked like a tall American school girl. She had a neck length straight dangling blob. Her causal top was a cross between a T-shirt and a vest. And she wore a causal short or hot pants. At close up, there is nothing school girl about her. She is a fully grown woman with big breast and big ass, which did not need any support! Her outfit was causal, fit but nowhere near tight. Her short was probably rectangular, but her full ass made it looked like a pentagon. She stood beautifully on a pair of long full legs and a pair of undersized causal flop-flips.
When I first see an escort's face, usually it's a sign of relieve, that she didn't show her face pictures not because she wasn't attractive. In a split second I can tell that I can and want to do her for the asking price. Or I can tell that her face looked OK and I should concentrate on her gorgeous body. Or that her face is sweet, or full of character fit to be a model. But deep down, or superficially, I want a beautiful face, more specifically a doll like face, perfectly shaped, with perfect features, so perfect that you don't remember a thing about her, as all dolls are alike.
I can't tell you what Betty looked like, except that her hair is thin and short, hiding nothing. For that she can be a mannequin. The shape of her face is flawless to the degree of forgettable, which can launch very spectacular features. Similarly, I couldn't tell you about her nose and mouth, even though I watched her blowing and sucking me for a few minutes, except that there are absolutely nothing wrong about them.
Her face was perfectly cleansed, void of any makeup. Though it looked like she went for the naked look that used a lot of expensive makeup to look like having no makeup at all. I could tell because I could see a hint of black eye cycle. Or perhaps she needed very little help to achieve the naked look. I could tell she has large deep piercing eyes.
It wasn't a good start. For me it was a last minute thing. Obviously she wasn't expecting any VIP by her causal outfit and makeover, or the lack of it. I was overjoyed when I saw her. I think she had the same feeling because she immediately tried to up sell. It wasn't bad because she knew she looked like a rip-off, drama queen, and that sort of thing. The last thing she wanted was for me to think lesser of her. By the way, her accent must be somewhere American but I could hear every word that she said, even when talking to herself. I have trouble hearing what my kids say, which is not their fault, because most schools in the area are so-called distinguished.
I wasn't expecting a hearty meal but my experience tell me not to disappoint them. I let her up-sell a little that immediately put me in the upper echelon of her clients, if only for once, on the condition that I would decide after checking the goods. She understood when I just sat there staring at her boobs. She started a strip tease but kept the dancing to a barely recognizable minimum. Since she mentioned she was not local, but from Vegas, I still think she was a slightly out of shape stripper.
She had nothing on under her causal outfit. Her large boobs are actually enhanced, but looked very natural because a lot of them was her own. Not brand new, but no support needed, neither did her big ass. She had a delicious waist line, and the only out of shape part was her tummy, which was not flat, but not a lot different from those of healthy eating school girls. I smiled because I was genuinely happy, told her that she got the deal, embraced her big ass, and then buried my face into her chest.
Before we started, she went to the bathroom. I didn't know what came over me. For the first time in my life I followed her. Before I got to the door of the bathroom I asked politely like a gentleman, "Can I watch?". Wasn't she enchanting? Maybe she was taken by surprise, I didn't hear a reply. Then I was at a position where I could see her sitting on the toilet at a distance. She just looked at me. Without my glasses I didn't know her reaction, but I could imagine that it was the what-the-fuck stare. I retreated, since I was too shy to talk about it again.
When I finished squeezing, sucking and licking her breasts and bottom to my heart's desire, I laid down for the blow job. She did it with her back against me. I turned a few degrees on the bed sheet and she knew I wanted to watch. She hesitated momentarily and then went on to give me a very sexy blow job. My heart lifted and sank with the movement of her lips slowing going up and down my shaft. It lasted for a few minutes, possibly could last forever because my blood was in the wrong place - my head - appreciating her talent. Then she turned her back against me again, continued to give me a more nasty type of blow job to get me ready.
So I think she is still young and full of attitude given half the chance. But she is old enough to handle herself beautifully. I would put her in the 20 something to late 20's category. Any older, a woman would put a spell on a man very differently.
When I was spreading her like a moth (or butterfly as some would say), ideally I needed a gynecologist's examination table. She was a bit lost where to put her legs. Some girls rest their feet on my side, clamping on the top of my pelvis. But she was too big and her legs too long for that. She tried to put it on my shoulders, which is one of the perfectly acceptable position. That's when I discovered that she had long straight toes, professional pedicure with a delicious orange color! Her toe nails were short and neat, as if she need to wear stripper shoes and dance. Here the only places that do not allow sandals (and over sized nails) are some schools.
There were a little dirt on her soles, so I couldn't do anything without bringing her to the bathroom, if she would agree, and not to up sell more. Since we started nicely for a while, and I was in a very comfortable position, very reluctantly I gave up her toes, and put her legs back into mid-air, where they should be, unless I chose to get a gynecologist's table or rent a gynecologist's office.
When I was all done, since I was standing up throughout, and she was blocking the bed, I went straight to the bathroom for a quick rinse. When I came back, she laid naked in the middle of the bed. I had to squeeze in without touching or disrupting her. I asked her permission for a cigarette and she wouldn't mind.
It wasn't happening to me! Soon she started a tiny slight circular motion with the tip of her index finger, on her clitoris ! I didn't know what to make of it but it was safe to assume that if I want more I would have to pay more. Di
d she think that I am still a 20 something young stud? At my age I prefer quality instead of quantity. And at the time I was a very happy, satisfied man. But if she really wanted sex but nothing else, I would be happy to give my best. So I just sat and savored my cigarette, and then another one, watching her next moves.
At the middle of my 2nd cigarette, she gave up touching herself and went into the bathroom. The strange thing was, after a minute or two, she called me from the bathroom. I was expecting to help her find the towels, the soaps or the shower caps. But she said never mind when I got there.
I didn't have 2nd thoughts then because my mind was blank and blood wasn't there. When I returned to normal life, my imagination ran wild. She really wanted sex. Being shy and afraid of rejection, she went into the bathroom to get off by herself. When she was excited she couldn't resist to call me to help her. But when I got there it was too late. Or, enough time had passed that she collected enough golden shower to deliver. She wanted to rouse me or she wanted to show me that she is very open minded for next time. When I got there she changed her mind, have nothing to deliver after all, or just blocked due to anxiety.
She was very pleased when I asked her private number. She wasn't sure when I did nothing while she touched herself. She asked for my phone to enter the digits herself. She asked where to put the digits, if I mind calling herself so the number would be left on the out calling list. She entered my name on her phone, and would do the same for me if I let her. I assured her that she and her number would be safely remembered in my phone.
The sad thing was, she had no plan to settle in my fair city. She asked me if I would travel around to neighboring cities. Not likely, but for her I probably would.
I thought of calling her all the time, I am addicted to the eye-to-eye fuck, and couldn't forget her ass, possibly good enough to rim, her unexplored toes and the enchanting orange pedicure. But I didn't want to be disappointed. The chance of her visiting my city when I called was slim, and that I didn't have all day to track her down.
Also, I doubt if the magic moments will return that easily. It wouldn't work if she warms up to me and smiles. It wouldn't work if she enjoyed herself too much. When she stared at me, I would easily have burst out laughing if I thought of myself as being in a porn movie of the Japanese kind, where the male actors are at times terribly ugly.
I missed a call from her about a week later. I couldn't have managed to see her anyway. I called her after another week. I couldn't get through to her. Lucky that I wasn't looking for a virtual (shared) sugar baby replacement, for which she would be perfect, if I can afford it.
That's life.
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Me and my Madams
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Madams can be just as ruthless as so called pimps. They can also be the best kind, teaching the girls, taking care of the girls, protecting the girls, running short of working for the girls, then they wouldn't be called Madams. Images of Madams are middle-aged women in business suits, but I'm reminiscing about the attractive ones.
In the beginning, I noticed that I was attracted to some of them, well groomed, well dressed, who doesn't? But I always thought they are untouchable. Looking back, I had fond memories of some who got away. I regret that I didn't even thought of asking them to bed.
I began to notice that the boundary is a little blurred regarding who is game and who is not. In Asia, girls usually work alone because you may hear next door bonking even if you are in decent hotels. For incalls, they tend to work in clusters so they are quite safe in numbers. In England, there are the maids, but who can also be body guards, madams, or partners in disguise. I remember checking all over a maid when she was leading me from the front door to the upstairs apartment. It seemed so strange that she was model material, who I now think she went very far to look like a maid - a bad wig which looked like she had just been raped, dirt on her face which must be artificial, ragged dirty clothes and cheap slipper. Maybe they share the apartment and take turns to be the prostitute or the maid, may be that is their client screening and selection method. But I never thought of asking if I could have the maid instead.
The bigger the apartment or the house, it's more likely they are the Madams. The most obvious ones had a big office in one of the spare bedrooms with a big antique table, and in business suit. The others are more like housewives who owned the house. I saw one who was more well groomed and in smart causals. Just when I was considering if I wanted her, who was a little mature than I expected, she brought out a kid, who was rather lovely but even in black lingerie I didn't find her sexy. She failed to make me stay, after shocking me with dirty words in my ear, and then begged like an innocent little girl. For the money I rather have Kate Moss types instead, which wasn't too difficult to find. Again I didn't thought of asking for the Madam instead.
Back to LA, you don't usually get to see anybody else in the apartment unless it's big or it's a house. But I know some girls use two apartments, so it's almost as safe as having someone in the same apartment. You can use the other as the greeting or waiting room too. My first experience with a Madam is in one such apartment.
When I got to the apartment, the Madam who answered the phone greeted me, who I wasn't expected. Usually it's the girl I am going to date. She told me looking down, with a little smile, rather shyly you can say, that she couldn't find anybody at that early time with short notice, do you want me instead? It must be like those shock tactics in books to get a girl into bed. I was all ready to go and it was very easy to say yes so everybody was happy.
She might be in her early 30's who kept herself rather well. Or she was 20's who was a little chunky, but curvy though. She didn't look that well groomed but her outfit is youngish, jeans and blouse. The funny things was that her driver, a skinny boy, was there, who must also be responsible for running errands and serving drinks. It was a good choice as she must be feeling safer, didn't have to pay him much if anything at all, and clients wouldn't feel threatened.
What she said may not be true, that she couldn't find anyone else. I didn't think the boy expected that, who must be as shocked as me, trying hard to suppress his reaction. Maybe she hoped that I was a horny stud who didn't get laid for two months, or I was the good looking great lover she was looking for, who could give her orgasm after orgasm. I was none of the above so the whole experience was like plain drinking water. I hoped she had sex only every other week, but I didn't feel it.
She wasn't those young skinny girls that I could stare at and exclaim that, "you are so cute". Any she wasn't near beautiful enough that I could look at her speechless, and then say, "you are so beautiful". She wasn't going to do anything nasty, submissive or degrading that would came back to her girls. I wasn't going into any Kate Moss, school girl, or sex slave fantasy and fucked her as such. By the way, you can say that's the john's trance, as opposed to Compartment girl's hooker's trance.
The most gorgeous Madam that I can talk about was under 25, and as if super low cute jeans wasn't enough, she pulled it further down a bit before going to the front door, then climbing up the stairs back to her apartment with you following behind, nose at her ass. When you recovered from the shock, she would told you that she was the Madam and strictly out of bound. After seeing her, my requirement was a bit high, so I turned down two girls before going to bed with the third. So I had a bit of time in between to talk with her. She wasn't anything like a working girl, probably well educated, out of college possibly, in a rush to build a successful business, knowing that it's important to start young and go for it with all you have got. She didn't say but being a Madam was really for the quick seed money, and buy some time to figure out what she wanted to get into.
The girl I dated was a bit mature, who drove me a little wild, pulling her hair while suck-kissing her. Maybe the Madam had something to do with it but I wasn't thinking of her in bed. Being a friendly co-op atmosphere, I wasn't in a hurry to go after cleaning up. I put a hand round the Madam's bare waist, had a drink, and we even hold hands. I was polite and respectful though.
When my girl came out after cleaning up too, the Madam realized the awkward situation. She found some excuse to get out of the crouch. My girl soon jumped in and held my hands instead. Sure I was thinking how to get the Madam to bed, at all cost. But sure she wouldn't be labeled a hooker without costing an arm and a let, and she wouldn't say yes in front of anybody else. That's the rule, don't compete with the girls or no one wants to work with you. Too bad, her girls weren't good enough for me to be a loyal client, so I didn't have a lot of chances to approach her in private.
It's rather common to have working girls owning or renting an apartment, or a house, when you reject her, she will introduce her roommates or friends, rather than losing the business. To make it easy for me, if I don't like the girl, I will treat her as the Madam before she has the chance to open her mouth, and ask to her to recommend her best girls. Usually it works well. But some girls want to make sure of that, subtly pointing to herself and ask, "no?". I met one with a bare killer waist and jeans. Her ad said model and possibly she's an ex-model. She was doable in her 30's but at that outing, my specific requirement in my head was a Barbie doll that I could hang out with later. She was confident enough not to have any bad feelings, and actually asked me clearly to make sure that I didn't want her.
Finally, the Madam I most fond of. I went to an apartment and saw a young girl with surprisingly little sex appeal. Sure she was disappointed when I rejected her. She took time to ask me what I wanted. But I was sure whatever I said, she would call her buddy, who was at the other end of the apartment complex.
This girl wasn't outstanding, but good enough. It could get worse and worse. She was thin and small, in ankle length tight jeans, tight V neck top, slippers and metallic blue nails. She was rather plain, girl next door type. But showing a little flesh here and there, made her full of sex appeal. I was turned off by her metallic blue pedicure (and manicure) but it was rather sexy watching her walking on her small feet and slippers. I took a good look a her backside when she came out to fetch me back into her apartment. She was my type and with the help of a little john's trance, she could be great. I had no time and energy to risk the third chance.
She said something like she remembered me but I didn't remember her. That's the problem if you are as unforgettable as me. Girls, agents, madams, they all remember me even if we met once two years ago. It's not good if I don't remember them, or what I had done to them before. Since I didn't seem to remember this girl, she pretended not to have seen me before.
Given that I we met some time ago, it can only be that girl, previously with waist length long straight hair, small and thin, average and plain on the face that's why I couldn't recognize her. But I could recognize her pair of small feet. Nice to touch pale skin texture and tight young flesh. I wasn't licking her feet or sucking her toes then, but I did hold on to them and complimented them. The bedroom was more like a study room. She made great effort to have a good conversation with me, before and after sex. I liked her but somehow I didn't go back again.
That was the notorious international student trafficking ring - just kidding. The ring leader was barely out of university I think. He tried to look intellectual and indeed his advertisements are intellectual showoffs and poetic. He had the college student connection so even before girls are out of college, they came with student visa, tourist visa, exchanges, all sort of things, and they come, go and return like merry-go-rounds. If not they became locals.
I think this smart guy became big very soon, and his fellow students who stayed on became his trusted lieutenants. They were more likely to hire help than bringing in large number of students. I think the girl I met wasn't a working girl but in charge of the operation in the apartment complex. I really think she remembered me from a year or two ago, that I was fond of her little body and particularly her feet. The 2nd time I saw her she got rid of the metallic blue nails, with perfectly trimmed natural nails instead. Between calling her and arriving there, she might have taken off her nail polish and trimmed her nails.
Once when I arrived, she told me she was having her period. She wanted to introduce me to a 19 year old or a 27 year old. What do you think would be LAP's pick? I really tried to ask her more about each girl but she somehow wasn't willing to say much except for the ages. So I had no choice but to pick miss 19, which was a bad choice. When waiting for miss 19 and then 27 to come over, I had her sitting on my lap, kissing her exposed flesh and squeezed her a little without taking her top off. When miss 27 arrived, I knew why she didn't want me to meet miss 27 because she was beautiful, had a nice curvy body and everything else was nice. When I went into the bedroom with miss 27, she told miss 27 to treat me good, in a Madam sort of way. And since she is tiny and miss 27 is more of a fully grown woman, she was a little exaggerated, talked as if she wasn't satisfied with the floor, and asked the servant to clean it again.
Miss 27 was good, good enough to run away with, but it wouldn't be easy. My little Madam is one of a kind, so I carried on seeing her. I think her period wasn't necessarily true. I think she can't let everybody know that she also fuck clients, or she wasn't supposed to. And I couldn't use the big fuck room anymore, she took me into a smaller bedroom, which could be hers. I had the feeling sometimes the fuck room was in use while I fucked my little Madam in her bedroom. I had the feeling that she wasn't supposed to be fucking, I wasn't supposed to be there.
Once she came into the bedroom, started stripping, and then called somebody. I finished the stripping and then some. I like stripping girls off piece by piece. I kissed her all over, gently, without creating too much distraction on her conversations. I couldn't care less about the conversation, but I think it was the big boss, all business, not numbers, but gangster style, the godfather kind. I didn't think she was trying to impress me, but to pretend that she wasn't doing anything in the apartment.
As for the sex, she was accommodating and eager to please. I smiled, pointed to her feet, and then the bathroom. She would go into the bath with a smile and wash her feet. Of course she had to take off her clothes and couldn't care less if I wanted to shower with her first. After shower, I wouldn't let her get out of the bath. I patted my shoulder and she would lean on my shoulder without question. So after some drying I would carry her tiny body out, fireman style, and throw her onto bed. Banging her felt good - I would use the future urban dictionary term "flesh light experience", and she must had felt very fulfilled. I never tried flesh light but I had good evidence that it is good.
I kissed her a lot but never on lips. I couldn't say I even tried. I didn't know why but maybe I was too busy on everything else. I saw her a few times and getting better every time. I stopped seeing her mainly because I couldn't spend my time, money and energy on several girls at once.
Madams can be just as ruthless as so called pimps. They can also be the best kind, teaching the girls, taking care of the girls, protecting the girls, running short of working for the girls, then they wouldn't be called Madams. Images of Madams are middle-aged women in business suits, but I'm reminiscing about the attractive ones.
In the beginning, I noticed that I was attracted to some of them, well groomed, well dressed, who doesn't? But I always thought they are untouchable. Looking back, I had fond memories of some who got away. I regret that I didn't even thought of asking them to bed.
I began to notice that the boundary is a little blurred regarding who is game and who is not. In Asia, girls usually work alone because you may hear next door bonking even if you are in decent hotels. For incalls, they tend to work in clusters so they are quite safe in numbers. In England, there are the maids, but who can also be body guards, madams, or partners in disguise. I remember checking all over a maid when she was leading me from the front door to the upstairs apartment. It seemed so strange that she was model material, who I now think she went very far to look like a maid - a bad wig which looked like she had just been raped, dirt on her face which must be artificial, ragged dirty clothes and cheap slipper. Maybe they share the apartment and take turns to be the prostitute or the maid, may be that is their client screening and selection method. But I never thought of asking if I could have the maid instead.
The bigger the apartment or the house, it's more likely they are the Madams. The most obvious ones had a big office in one of the spare bedrooms with a big antique table, and in business suit. The others are more like housewives who owned the house. I saw one who was more well groomed and in smart causals. Just when I was considering if I wanted her, who was a little mature than I expected, she brought out a kid, who was rather lovely but even in black lingerie I didn't find her sexy. She failed to make me stay, after shocking me with dirty words in my ear, and then begged like an innocent little girl. For the money I rather have Kate Moss types instead, which wasn't too difficult to find. Again I didn't thought of asking for the Madam instead.
Back to LA, you don't usually get to see anybody else in the apartment unless it's big or it's a house. But I know some girls use two apartments, so it's almost as safe as having someone in the same apartment. You can use the other as the greeting or waiting room too. My first experience with a Madam is in one such apartment.
When I got to the apartment, the Madam who answered the phone greeted me, who I wasn't expected. Usually it's the girl I am going to date. She told me looking down, with a little smile, rather shyly you can say, that she couldn't find anybody at that early time with short notice, do you want me instead? It must be like those shock tactics in books to get a girl into bed. I was all ready to go and it was very easy to say yes so everybody was happy.
She might be in her early 30's who kept herself rather well. Or she was 20's who was a little chunky, but curvy though. She didn't look that well groomed but her outfit is youngish, jeans and blouse. The funny things was that her driver, a skinny boy, was there, who must also be responsible for running errands and serving drinks. It was a good choice as she must be feeling safer, didn't have to pay him much if anything at all, and clients wouldn't feel threatened.
What she said may not be true, that she couldn't find anyone else. I didn't think the boy expected that, who must be as shocked as me, trying hard to suppress his reaction. Maybe she hoped that I was a horny stud who didn't get laid for two months, or I was the good looking great lover she was looking for, who could give her orgasm after orgasm. I was none of the above so the whole experience was like plain drinking water. I hoped she had sex only every other week, but I didn't feel it.
She wasn't those young skinny girls that I could stare at and exclaim that, "you are so cute". Any she wasn't near beautiful enough that I could look at her speechless, and then say, "you are so beautiful". She wasn't going to do anything nasty, submissive or degrading that would came back to her girls. I wasn't going into any Kate Moss, school girl, or sex slave fantasy and fucked her as such. By the way, you can say that's the john's trance, as opposed to Compartment girl's hooker's trance.
The most gorgeous Madam that I can talk about was under 25, and as if super low cute jeans wasn't enough, she pulled it further down a bit before going to the front door, then climbing up the stairs back to her apartment with you following behind, nose at her ass. When you recovered from the shock, she would told you that she was the Madam and strictly out of bound. After seeing her, my requirement was a bit high, so I turned down two girls before going to bed with the third. So I had a bit of time in between to talk with her. She wasn't anything like a working girl, probably well educated, out of college possibly, in a rush to build a successful business, knowing that it's important to start young and go for it with all you have got. She didn't say but being a Madam was really for the quick seed money, and buy some time to figure out what she wanted to get into.
The girl I dated was a bit mature, who drove me a little wild, pulling her hair while suck-kissing her. Maybe the Madam had something to do with it but I wasn't thinking of her in bed. Being a friendly co-op atmosphere, I wasn't in a hurry to go after cleaning up. I put a hand round the Madam's bare waist, had a drink, and we even hold hands. I was polite and respectful though.
When my girl came out after cleaning up too, the Madam realized the awkward situation. She found some excuse to get out of the crouch. My girl soon jumped in and held my hands instead. Sure I was thinking how to get the Madam to bed, at all cost. But sure she wouldn't be labeled a hooker without costing an arm and a let, and she wouldn't say yes in front of anybody else. That's the rule, don't compete with the girls or no one wants to work with you. Too bad, her girls weren't good enough for me to be a loyal client, so I didn't have a lot of chances to approach her in private.
It's rather common to have working girls owning or renting an apartment, or a house, when you reject her, she will introduce her roommates or friends, rather than losing the business. To make it easy for me, if I don't like the girl, I will treat her as the Madam before she has the chance to open her mouth, and ask to her to recommend her best girls. Usually it works well. But some girls want to make sure of that, subtly pointing to herself and ask, "no?". I met one with a bare killer waist and jeans. Her ad said model and possibly she's an ex-model. She was doable in her 30's but at that outing, my specific requirement in my head was a Barbie doll that I could hang out with later. She was confident enough not to have any bad feelings, and actually asked me clearly to make sure that I didn't want her.
Finally, the Madam I most fond of. I went to an apartment and saw a young girl with surprisingly little sex appeal. Sure she was disappointed when I rejected her. She took time to ask me what I wanted. But I was sure whatever I said, she would call her buddy, who was at the other end of the apartment complex.
This girl wasn't outstanding, but good enough. It could get worse and worse. She was thin and small, in ankle length tight jeans, tight V neck top, slippers and metallic blue nails. She was rather plain, girl next door type. But showing a little flesh here and there, made her full of sex appeal. I was turned off by her metallic blue pedicure (and manicure) but it was rather sexy watching her walking on her small feet and slippers. I took a good look a her backside when she came out to fetch me back into her apartment. She was my type and with the help of a little john's trance, she could be great. I had no time and energy to risk the third chance.
She said something like she remembered me but I didn't remember her. That's the problem if you are as unforgettable as me. Girls, agents, madams, they all remember me even if we met once two years ago. It's not good if I don't remember them, or what I had done to them before. Since I didn't seem to remember this girl, she pretended not to have seen me before.
Given that I we met some time ago, it can only be that girl, previously with waist length long straight hair, small and thin, average and plain on the face that's why I couldn't recognize her. But I could recognize her pair of small feet. Nice to touch pale skin texture and tight young flesh. I wasn't licking her feet or sucking her toes then, but I did hold on to them and complimented them. The bedroom was more like a study room. She made great effort to have a good conversation with me, before and after sex. I liked her but somehow I didn't go back again.
That was the notorious international student trafficking ring - just kidding. The ring leader was barely out of university I think. He tried to look intellectual and indeed his advertisements are intellectual showoffs and poetic. He had the college student connection so even before girls are out of college, they came with student visa, tourist visa, exchanges, all sort of things, and they come, go and return like merry-go-rounds. If not they became locals.
I think this smart guy became big very soon, and his fellow students who stayed on became his trusted lieutenants. They were more likely to hire help than bringing in large number of students. I think the girl I met wasn't a working girl but in charge of the operation in the apartment complex. I really think she remembered me from a year or two ago, that I was fond of her little body and particularly her feet. The 2nd time I saw her she got rid of the metallic blue nails, with perfectly trimmed natural nails instead. Between calling her and arriving there, she might have taken off her nail polish and trimmed her nails.
Once when I arrived, she told me she was having her period. She wanted to introduce me to a 19 year old or a 27 year old. What do you think would be LAP's pick? I really tried to ask her more about each girl but she somehow wasn't willing to say much except for the ages. So I had no choice but to pick miss 19, which was a bad choice. When waiting for miss 19 and then 27 to come over, I had her sitting on my lap, kissing her exposed flesh and squeezed her a little without taking her top off. When miss 27 arrived, I knew why she didn't want me to meet miss 27 because she was beautiful, had a nice curvy body and everything else was nice. When I went into the bedroom with miss 27, she told miss 27 to treat me good, in a Madam sort of way. And since she is tiny and miss 27 is more of a fully grown woman, she was a little exaggerated, talked as if she wasn't satisfied with the floor, and asked the servant to clean it again.
Miss 27 was good, good enough to run away with, but it wouldn't be easy. My little Madam is one of a kind, so I carried on seeing her. I think her period wasn't necessarily true. I think she can't let everybody know that she also fuck clients, or she wasn't supposed to. And I couldn't use the big fuck room anymore, she took me into a smaller bedroom, which could be hers. I had the feeling sometimes the fuck room was in use while I fucked my little Madam in her bedroom. I had the feeling that she wasn't supposed to be fucking, I wasn't supposed to be there.
Once she came into the bedroom, started stripping, and then called somebody. I finished the stripping and then some. I like stripping girls off piece by piece. I kissed her all over, gently, without creating too much distraction on her conversations. I couldn't care less about the conversation, but I think it was the big boss, all business, not numbers, but gangster style, the godfather kind. I didn't think she was trying to impress me, but to pretend that she wasn't doing anything in the apartment.
As for the sex, she was accommodating and eager to please. I smiled, pointed to her feet, and then the bathroom. She would go into the bath with a smile and wash her feet. Of course she had to take off her clothes and couldn't care less if I wanted to shower with her first. After shower, I wouldn't let her get out of the bath. I patted my shoulder and she would lean on my shoulder without question. So after some drying I would carry her tiny body out, fireman style, and throw her onto bed. Banging her felt good - I would use the future urban dictionary term "flesh light experience", and she must had felt very fulfilled. I never tried flesh light but I had good evidence that it is good.
I kissed her a lot but never on lips. I couldn't say I even tried. I didn't know why but maybe I was too busy on everything else. I saw her a few times and getting better every time. I stopped seeing her mainly because I couldn't spend my time, money and energy on several girls at once.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Jordan
Jordan is also a bit of a makeup artist, but a lot more subtle than say Nikki. On first impression you will doubt why she need any makeup at all - all the plastic surgery in the world don't get you something that she has naturally. But perhaps it was just all smoke and mirrors. Sure she needed different looks for different occasions - baby sitter next door, girl gone wild at spring break, look older to be like responsible adults, or sophisticated sexy in heels. She was 20. Since she looked different everyday, so she doesn't mind taking pictures, and she likes to post. She would pick up a flower in the parking lot and make a postcard message out of it for her friends.Obviously, if you take Jordan to Fashion Island, you will know where she wants to shop. Unlike Chanel, whose favorite must be Neiman Marcus. Waiting for Chanel at the parking lot is as far as I go. She wouldn't let me go in with her, which is a bit of an insult if I'm not that confidence (over?). But I think she went in to cash out her gifts, or exchange new clothes for another important occasion. We never talked about shopping. When she didn't watch the clock anymore, I didn't have the time to shop with her.
Most other girls are just like Jordan, who all go to the same store. In there, as long as they don't try out too many shoes, I'm OK with that. After all, I'm not the big whales, who have to pay dearly for every minute of her time. Other than that, girls need transport, girls need to eat, and girls need to shop, and they are happy if someone pays the bill.
She would pick up a lot of things on a quick round, and off to the changing room we go. I don't think boyfriends and husbands enjoying doing this but perhaps johns do, as in Pretty Woman, or just playing with real dolls. The more things she try out, the better. It beats surfing for me. I think they likes to find someone to talk inside the changing room, and the instant feedback from the male perspective is priceless. Of course most of the time I will say that make you look fat or short or not sexy enough. For the few remaining outfits, I would ask her to make some difficult decisions before going to the cashier.
I never had problems with the sale girls in the area. Further away, most sale girls would freak out, stunted, or at least give you the look. Sure the sale girls in that store will remember me in a million years. When they looks at me, I know that they are thinking, "I want one of this". When they look at my girls, they are thinking she isn't that good, "Take me, take me". I could look like a marathon runner and with lots of hair, I never feel awkward hanging there. I used to have legs that girls told me they would kill for, and maybe those under 5'5 still will. And since I don't wear proper shoes that much anymore, I began to notice that my toes aren't bad at all.
My favorite store is Vict's. It's not the design, it's the store. It's always one of the highest profile store in any mall, including Fashion Island. Plus that much advertising with gorgeous models, everybody thinks that whatever you get is respectable, not missionary respectable I mean, but good enough for any occasion.
I feel comfortable whenever I enter the store. How many bras a girl needs? Compared to other store, shoes for example, it's like an eat all you can buffet. The changing room is arranged like a stable with about 10 tiny "rooms" on each side. Each room has a tiny door that don't cover your ass, for security (shop lifting) reasons perhaps. I'm still not sure about the policy. At busy times, like a full house, the sale girls would bring my girl in first to the far end, and then come back to escort me in to the far end, so I have to walk past all 20 women in their underwear, if they are lucky.
Maybe I enjoy nail salons a little bit more. There's no privacy and you cannot "help out" like in the changing rooms. At least you have to wait until getting to the parking lot. This is Jordan in her harmless girl next door look with someone down there doing her toe nails. This is not a typical Cali salon. This is spacious and companion friendly, where the huge seats are arranged in circles looking outward. The "better" the neighborhood, the more women, almost ALL women at ALL ages visit nail salons. The layout says, "we mean business". Often it's like women sitting in rows doing gynecology examines together. If you are unlucky enough to drive by 10 feet away from the glass door, you will be turned off big time.
BTW, it's unfortunate that American girls look a bit too healthy. Jordan is actually much thinner than Britney Spears. She has a killer waist, and the perfect natural Caramel tan that California girls would kill for. It can only be found in newborn babies or new Cali residents. As far as I have seen, you can't get that in Florida.
Friday, April 27, 2007
BBD Nikki
Barbie dolls are usually trouble. But you don't need too much of a good thing all the time. A very attractive girl offering girl friend experience who allow you to tie her up or discuss poetry, isn't that too much for an hour? Or an evening? Not everybody has an unlimited budget. BBD's can be fun if you don't expect too much. Just like sometimes you want a sounding board, but sometimes you want a punch bag. And often you get free lessons in parenting for the younger ones.
Nikki is a little different than most BBD's, but not much. She always try to upsell, offering her ass. I know that would be too easy for her so I declined her offer a few times, opting for longer time instead. And I was right. One afternoon, without doing much on my part, she was dripping wet. And before I completely rolled over to recover my breath, she asked, in the Miami CSI gun expert's girlie voice, as if she was asking if the bullet matched, "Do you want to go again?".
There's no free lunch in thermodynamics, so instinctively I kept my options open. "I need an hour", I replied. In reality, with passionate kissing, it would be five minutes with the right girls. Some cuddling would be half an hour. If left alone it could be an hour if I ever manage. She talked to herself, "I don't have an hour". So I let go.
After disappeared for a while, she called. It was a little bit late, so I went to see her the next day instead. I didn't want too much of a good thing, I didn't want another marathon entering all doors. I though I was very considerate to come when she called me. So I offered her a quick lunch and thought she would appreciate it. I did noticed that she was all dressed up with meticulous hair, makeup and outfit. She was not happy but didn't say a word. She started with riding me, but she stopped after a few strokes. She sat right on top of me like a stone, and with her weight, I had trouble moving and was held hostile. How cute. So I upgraded at the spot to the usual two for one deals - that is, if sold separately, it will naturally cost more than twice the normal entrance rate. And since then, I always go for two for one.
One day, after making a lot of juice, and grinding her ass too, she still wanted to upsell. An upsell is not an upsell if you satisfied you client completely first. She offered me BBBJ or oral without. I thought she was talking about next time, but she meant now. I was very tempted but I put some sense into her brain. Why would I want that when I finished twice already, in different entrances? I just promised her to see her very soon. But somehow soon wasn't enough for her. So I told her unless I could finish in the third entrance. Obviously it made sense to her, and I didn't want her to change her mind next time. So after going to the ATM, we did it. Big mistake.
I had BBD's offering their ass, who didn't know, including me, that it's almost impossible to get in without prior training. But how difficult can a BBBJ CIM be? She is rather good with her blowjob with condom.
In the middle of it, she made a loud noise, that vomit is coming out from her stomach! She jumped out of bed to vomit on the floor, but nothing comes out, except the noise. She was apologetic and again in the Miami CSI gun expert's girlie voice, as if talking about a matching bullet, "It's not you, it's me". I know. I was told by a few, and I knew it myself, that my DNA is as pungent as bleach, which is associated with cleanliness, sterile, hospital room, etc.
She kept blowing, and kept dry vomiting every minute. I didn't stop her. She was serious about it. I realized that she was pushing her boundary, putting herself through finishing school (for hookers). I couldn't help much because I came twice already. Finally I did it, and she made sure to catch the last of my ammunition in her mouth. It wasn't for me. It looked as if that's important to her.
Nikki is a little different than most BBD's, but not much. She always try to upsell, offering her ass. I know that would be too easy for her so I declined her offer a few times, opting for longer time instead. And I was right. One afternoon, without doing much on my part, she was dripping wet. And before I completely rolled over to recover my breath, she asked, in the Miami CSI gun expert's girlie voice, as if she was asking if the bullet matched, "Do you want to go again?".
There's no free lunch in thermodynamics, so instinctively I kept my options open. "I need an hour", I replied. In reality, with passionate kissing, it would be five minutes with the right girls. Some cuddling would be half an hour. If left alone it could be an hour if I ever manage. She talked to herself, "I don't have an hour". So I let go.
After disappeared for a while, she called. It was a little bit late, so I went to see her the next day instead. I didn't want too much of a good thing, I didn't want another marathon entering all doors. I though I was very considerate to come when she called me. So I offered her a quick lunch and thought she would appreciate it. I did noticed that she was all dressed up with meticulous hair, makeup and outfit. She was not happy but didn't say a word. She started with riding me, but she stopped after a few strokes. She sat right on top of me like a stone, and with her weight, I had trouble moving and was held hostile. How cute. So I upgraded at the spot to the usual two for one deals - that is, if sold separately, it will naturally cost more than twice the normal entrance rate. And since then, I always go for two for one.
One day, after making a lot of juice, and grinding her ass too, she still wanted to upsell. An upsell is not an upsell if you satisfied you client completely first. She offered me BBBJ or oral without. I thought she was talking about next time, but she meant now. I was very tempted but I put some sense into her brain. Why would I want that when I finished twice already, in different entrances? I just promised her to see her very soon. But somehow soon wasn't enough for her. So I told her unless I could finish in the third entrance. Obviously it made sense to her, and I didn't want her to change her mind next time. So after going to the ATM, we did it. Big mistake.
I had BBD's offering their ass, who didn't know, including me, that it's almost impossible to get in without prior training. But how difficult can a BBBJ CIM be? She is rather good with her blowjob with condom.
In the middle of it, she made a loud noise, that vomit is coming out from her stomach! She jumped out of bed to vomit on the floor, but nothing comes out, except the noise. She was apologetic and again in the Miami CSI gun expert's girlie voice, as if talking about a matching bullet, "It's not you, it's me". I know. I was told by a few, and I knew it myself, that my DNA is as pungent as bleach, which is associated with cleanliness, sterile, hospital room, etc.
She kept blowing, and kept dry vomiting every minute. I didn't stop her. She was serious about it. I realized that she was pushing her boundary, putting herself through finishing school (for hookers). I couldn't help much because I came twice already. Finally I did it, and she made sure to catch the last of my ammunition in her mouth. It wasn't for me. It looked as if that's important to her.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
On Barbie Dolls
What exactly is a Barbie doll? I'm a bit confused by the female perspective of it. Isn't a Barbie doll attractive to very attractive on the outside? Or have to be more than that?
Does a BBD have to be young? I have seen very qualified BBD's dress the same and look the same as teenagers, up to 40's. For older women, the difficult parts are the tiny skirts and the flinging around of the tiny pink purses, but many passed with flying colors, totally cute.
Does BBD's hang out like sugar babies or hookers? Personally, I rather hang out with 19 year old BBD's, attracting much less attention, than girls like Nancy (mid to late 20's). Teenagers can get away with wearing anything. Anyway, I had a hard time imagining how any woman can dress like a hooker. (Street walker attire is a very different thing.) Say a little black dress and high heels in a hotel is likely a hooker, but girls wear a lot more sexy in clubs and parties.
Let see what my BBD wears... $200+ low cut jeans and flat tummy. V's Secret is quite popular for the younger crowd because their mothers bring them to get panties together when they are little girls. It would be out of place if they go to shop for more sophisticated labels. The only attention they attract is me, who like to pull their strings under the table. $500 high heel sandals that doesn't really attract attention from afar. If they do, they look more like trophy wives who comes in big lux cars.
Unsophistication isn't all bad. I had a BBD who's idea of expensive Italian is Olive Garden. Perhaps she wasn't all that dumb. With her hanging around, it's a lot more fun to hang out there than the real Italian restaurants in Newport Beach. Once she asked me to take her to lunch when we left the motel. I was short of time so we went to MacDonald instead, her 2nd favorite she told me.
My BBD award goes to Nikki.
Every time I see her, she has this perfectly neat ass length straight blond hair. She's 19 and I have no idea where she comes from, except that she's an all American girl who will probably disappear forever after summer. It looked like she haven't received any sunshine before she came to California after school ends. And in the height of California summer she liked to show off her knee length boots, and her clothes are always layered, eg, a quarter length vest on the inside and a half length sweater or jacket on the outside.
Once I called her up on a Sunday. She wasn't home and told me to drive to a sleepy town to pick her up. She had no condom in her tiny purse and she didn't know where the motels were. Neither did I. So we went to the convenient store. Just like my town, this town is run by school boys in the gas stations and convenient stores, and school girls for the rest, including hardware stores. I told Nikki, with all her blond hair and design outfit, to stay in the car while I went inside. But she came along anyway. After searching all around the store, I couldn't find any condoms, which is strange. When I went to the cashier, I realized that you have to ask for it, which were hanged safely out of reach behind the counter. So I asked the school boy to get me my condoms. I also asked him to recommend the nearest decent motel. He was very courteous and even went outside the store to point me to the right direction. I think he looked up to me, as if I had a halo above my head, or that I was god, apollo or whatever one can think of.
It wasn't just her hair. She had a great smile. At school, she must had regret that she wasn't the most popular girl, so off school, she decided to right the wrong. She had a mentor, who I also fucked, who is a hooker and makeup artist. Nikki picked up everything she knew quick. Nikki wore a lot of makeup, not to cover up any flaws on her skin or on her face, but to make her face outline and jaw line perfect, and her eyes perfectly shaped. She is real pretty and sweet when she smiles, if you overlook the heavy makeup a little.
As for her body, it's as perky as you can get. She has larger bone structure so she wasn't a tiny spinner type. She is very healthy and very lean and in good shape. I would put her in the middle to lower levels in the cheerleader pyramid. Her feet isn't too small and when she was wearing sneakers, it looked a little clumsy. But she walks at incredible speed. With her bare lower legs and ankle length white socks, she is rather sexy even on sneakers. With slight baby fat, her feet and toes can't go any wrong. I was quite fond of them.
Best of all, when I asked her to wash her feet, she didn't think twice about it, every time. She would get naked, walk into the bath, hold her perfectly neat ass length straight blond hair with two hands, and just stood there. You can bring out a chain saw and she wouldn't blink, but if you get her hair wet she would kill you. So she just stood there and waited for me to do whatever I wanted. After her feet I would wash her pussy and ass and breast and wherever, of course as long as I stay away from her hair.
The same after washing. I would wrap her around with a towel, carry her to bed, throw her on the bed carefully, pat her dry, until it's safe for her to let her hair down without the risk of getting her hair wet.
Her ass is what I most fond of. She has big bones, narrow waist, big hips, very lean and a lot of meat. Her ass looked better than implants and felt a lot better.
Does a BBD have to be young? I have seen very qualified BBD's dress the same and look the same as teenagers, up to 40's. For older women, the difficult parts are the tiny skirts and the flinging around of the tiny pink purses, but many passed with flying colors, totally cute.
Does BBD's hang out like sugar babies or hookers? Personally, I rather hang out with 19 year old BBD's, attracting much less attention, than girls like Nancy (mid to late 20's). Teenagers can get away with wearing anything. Anyway, I had a hard time imagining how any woman can dress like a hooker. (Street walker attire is a very different thing.) Say a little black dress and high heels in a hotel is likely a hooker, but girls wear a lot more sexy in clubs and parties.
Let see what my BBD wears... $200+ low cut jeans and flat tummy. V's Secret is quite popular for the younger crowd because their mothers bring them to get panties together when they are little girls. It would be out of place if they go to shop for more sophisticated labels. The only attention they attract is me, who like to pull their strings under the table. $500 high heel sandals that doesn't really attract attention from afar. If they do, they look more like trophy wives who comes in big lux cars.
Unsophistication isn't all bad. I had a BBD who's idea of expensive Italian is Olive Garden. Perhaps she wasn't all that dumb. With her hanging around, it's a lot more fun to hang out there than the real Italian restaurants in Newport Beach. Once she asked me to take her to lunch when we left the motel. I was short of time so we went to MacDonald instead, her 2nd favorite she told me.
My BBD award goes to Nikki.
Every time I see her, she has this perfectly neat ass length straight blond hair. She's 19 and I have no idea where she comes from, except that she's an all American girl who will probably disappear forever after summer. It looked like she haven't received any sunshine before she came to California after school ends. And in the height of California summer she liked to show off her knee length boots, and her clothes are always layered, eg, a quarter length vest on the inside and a half length sweater or jacket on the outside.
Once I called her up on a Sunday. She wasn't home and told me to drive to a sleepy town to pick her up. She had no condom in her tiny purse and she didn't know where the motels were. Neither did I. So we went to the convenient store. Just like my town, this town is run by school boys in the gas stations and convenient stores, and school girls for the rest, including hardware stores. I told Nikki, with all her blond hair and design outfit, to stay in the car while I went inside. But she came along anyway. After searching all around the store, I couldn't find any condoms, which is strange. When I went to the cashier, I realized that you have to ask for it, which were hanged safely out of reach behind the counter. So I asked the school boy to get me my condoms. I also asked him to recommend the nearest decent motel. He was very courteous and even went outside the store to point me to the right direction. I think he looked up to me, as if I had a halo above my head, or that I was god, apollo or whatever one can think of.
It wasn't just her hair. She had a great smile. At school, she must had regret that she wasn't the most popular girl, so off school, she decided to right the wrong. She had a mentor, who I also fucked, who is a hooker and makeup artist. Nikki picked up everything she knew quick. Nikki wore a lot of makeup, not to cover up any flaws on her skin or on her face, but to make her face outline and jaw line perfect, and her eyes perfectly shaped. She is real pretty and sweet when she smiles, if you overlook the heavy makeup a little.
As for her body, it's as perky as you can get. She has larger bone structure so she wasn't a tiny spinner type. She is very healthy and very lean and in good shape. I would put her in the middle to lower levels in the cheerleader pyramid. Her feet isn't too small and when she was wearing sneakers, it looked a little clumsy. But she walks at incredible speed. With her bare lower legs and ankle length white socks, she is rather sexy even on sneakers. With slight baby fat, her feet and toes can't go any wrong. I was quite fond of them.
Best of all, when I asked her to wash her feet, she didn't think twice about it, every time. She would get naked, walk into the bath, hold her perfectly neat ass length straight blond hair with two hands, and just stood there. You can bring out a chain saw and she wouldn't blink, but if you get her hair wet she would kill you. So she just stood there and waited for me to do whatever I wanted. After her feet I would wash her pussy and ass and breast and wherever, of course as long as I stay away from her hair.
The same after washing. I would wrap her around with a towel, carry her to bed, throw her on the bed carefully, pat her dry, until it's safe for her to let her hair down without the risk of getting her hair wet.
Her ass is what I most fond of. She has big bones, narrow waist, big hips, very lean and a lot of meat. Her ass looked better than implants and felt a lot better.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Nancy 3/3
A year had passed. I didn't remember why exactly I remembered Nancy again. Perhaps I was trying to find someone qualified to come to my home for a cozy evening. I offered Chanel the chance. I wasn't that close to her at the time. Immediately she complained that it was too far, too much trouble and how would I compensate her for all that. That wouldn't be a cozy evening.
I called Emma instead. She did left some good memories at my home. Being a future real estate agent, she didn't mind that my bed sheet wasn't sparkling white or smell fresh from the laundry. (Certainly I changed it for the occasion.) More likely she was sizing the size of the bed. She didn't mind that the tiles in the bathroom wasn't pure white. More likely she was measuring the length of the tub with her legs. Soon after I dumped her because she wasn't going to charge me anymore and I wasn't ready for that.
Somehow I emailed Nancy and to my surprised she replied shortly. She's happy that somebody remembered her and that she was too happy to come out to play. But... it would cost me to lure her out of retirement. I wasn't too keen but we kept the idea alive and kept corresponding.
I think the compensation problem was settled when I brought out my trump card - the picture of 20 year old blond Barbie doll Jordan. I told Nancy that I wasn't paying that much anymore and she couldn't charge me a lot more than Jordan. And if Nancy didn't believe me I could arrange a threesome to prove it. Nancy was drooling on her, the first time I knew Nancy was bi. Jordan can be a good punch bag, but she surprised me at threesomes. She won't touch the other girl but with hookers' competition, she tried to out do Chanel and vice versa.
With compromise on price, I began to bargain what I got in return. First it was dinner and then date. Then I wanted to pick her up right after her beauty salon visit. Then she discussed her fees again. Then I countered with my home cooking instead of dinner.
One day she chatted with me at work, about the same things. To my surprise she fired up her webcam at her back office. She wouldn't show me anything except under her skirt. She flashed her breast and kept masturbating. I think she thought I would give in to all her demands. But she turned me off. I wasn't attracted at all. I blamed it on memories of her previous pretty pictures versus the current bad webcam. If not I would have hanged up and never looked back.
When I finally picked her up at the mall, I was surprised. I could swear that she was a totally different person. But I could recognize her pair of legs under her very short skirt that I asked her to wear. It would be a rare coincidence if she knows anybody else with those legs. Also, I already asked her past details that only she would know before we met that evening. She was a lot different because she had deep tan now, and her hair was dark, braid into a waist length tail as in "I love Jeanie".
I should have booked a hotel near she worked and lived as in our first plan. She was worried about everything. Worried about leaving her car in the mall parking lot at 9pm. Where I lived was too quiet for her, like all the houses were empty. Worse, there were good sized yards and public slopes between houses, it would not be too easy for somebody else to hear if she shouted for help.
When I tried to put on some music, I realized that I didn't have much CD's. I put on one that I thought could be quite nice if she didn't know what it is. But she recognized that it was music from Phantom of the Opera. That's bad.
I planned to play in the bathtub as with Emma. But I did not think she was in the mood and I wasn't keen on asking too much of her: I didn't think I was going to see her again. She wasn't as good looking as I remembered, even after accounting for the passage of time and her retirement.
Once into the sex it was better. She was her old self. Before there was too much atmosphere and she was too lady like, the ballroom dancing, the hands holding, the corset, etc. This time I did a few more down to earth positions that I didn't do on her before. She even asked me to pull her long braided tail hard while doing the doggie. But I wasn't into it.
I was hoping that she would be staying longer for drinks or for more rounds. But she was worrying about her car or maybe herself. So I took her back to the mall. Just when I was about to say goodbye, she asked if I wanted to go again seriously. I didn't ask if it was for free or not. She wasn't going to come home with me again and I wasn't going to drive a long way to get a hotel. Maybe she wanted it in the car but there's no suitable place to park. I wasn't that attracted to her and I needed some time to go again. So we said goodbye.
A week later I got email from her, attached with new pussy masturbating pictures from her webcam. I never replied. I was turned off and I couldn't tell her that.
I called Emma instead. She did left some good memories at my home. Being a future real estate agent, she didn't mind that my bed sheet wasn't sparkling white or smell fresh from the laundry. (Certainly I changed it for the occasion.) More likely she was sizing the size of the bed. She didn't mind that the tiles in the bathroom wasn't pure white. More likely she was measuring the length of the tub with her legs. Soon after I dumped her because she wasn't going to charge me anymore and I wasn't ready for that.
Somehow I emailed Nancy and to my surprised she replied shortly. She's happy that somebody remembered her and that she was too happy to come out to play. But... it would cost me to lure her out of retirement. I wasn't too keen but we kept the idea alive and kept corresponding.
I think the compensation problem was settled when I brought out my trump card - the picture of 20 year old blond Barbie doll Jordan. I told Nancy that I wasn't paying that much anymore and she couldn't charge me a lot more than Jordan. And if Nancy didn't believe me I could arrange a threesome to prove it. Nancy was drooling on her, the first time I knew Nancy was bi. Jordan can be a good punch bag, but she surprised me at threesomes. She won't touch the other girl but with hookers' competition, she tried to out do Chanel and vice versa.
With compromise on price, I began to bargain what I got in return. First it was dinner and then date. Then I wanted to pick her up right after her beauty salon visit. Then she discussed her fees again. Then I countered with my home cooking instead of dinner.
One day she chatted with me at work, about the same things. To my surprise she fired up her webcam at her back office. She wouldn't show me anything except under her skirt. She flashed her breast and kept masturbating. I think she thought I would give in to all her demands. But she turned me off. I wasn't attracted at all. I blamed it on memories of her previous pretty pictures versus the current bad webcam. If not I would have hanged up and never looked back.
When I finally picked her up at the mall, I was surprised. I could swear that she was a totally different person. But I could recognize her pair of legs under her very short skirt that I asked her to wear. It would be a rare coincidence if she knows anybody else with those legs. Also, I already asked her past details that only she would know before we met that evening. She was a lot different because she had deep tan now, and her hair was dark, braid into a waist length tail as in "I love Jeanie".
I should have booked a hotel near she worked and lived as in our first plan. She was worried about everything. Worried about leaving her car in the mall parking lot at 9pm. Where I lived was too quiet for her, like all the houses were empty. Worse, there were good sized yards and public slopes between houses, it would not be too easy for somebody else to hear if she shouted for help.
When I tried to put on some music, I realized that I didn't have much CD's. I put on one that I thought could be quite nice if she didn't know what it is. But she recognized that it was music from Phantom of the Opera. That's bad.
I planned to play in the bathtub as with Emma. But I did not think she was in the mood and I wasn't keen on asking too much of her: I didn't think I was going to see her again. She wasn't as good looking as I remembered, even after accounting for the passage of time and her retirement.
Once into the sex it was better. She was her old self. Before there was too much atmosphere and she was too lady like, the ballroom dancing, the hands holding, the corset, etc. This time I did a few more down to earth positions that I didn't do on her before. She even asked me to pull her long braided tail hard while doing the doggie. But I wasn't into it.
I was hoping that she would be staying longer for drinks or for more rounds. But she was worrying about her car or maybe herself. So I took her back to the mall. Just when I was about to say goodbye, she asked if I wanted to go again seriously. I didn't ask if it was for free or not. She wasn't going to come home with me again and I wasn't going to drive a long way to get a hotel. Maybe she wanted it in the car but there's no suitable place to park. I wasn't that attracted to her and I needed some time to go again. So we said goodbye.
A week later I got email from her, attached with new pussy masturbating pictures from her webcam. I never replied. I was turned off and I couldn't tell her that.
Nancy 2/3
Of course there are many nice pictures in the world. Perhaps hers are a nice combination of reality and fantasy. And that I know her and I have seen her.
Once a few months when I remembered her while I was looking around for new targets, I would check out her pictures and any news or reviews about her, to see how she was doing. Very little except for the occasional review. About a year since I saw her, I discovered this new set of pictures. I was attracted to them. I couldn't tell how she looked like but I remembered her great legs.
I called her to test the water. My excuse of not seeing her again was that I didn't know how she took my review and the trouble I stirred up in the discussion board. She remembered my name as if I saw her yesterday, and she wasn't even a little angry or annoyed about me. So I told her I had a healthy year end bonus. Who didn't? So my other excuse of not seeing her was about her fees, and also I was giving her something to look forward to. That I might not see her once and disappear again.
But this time she seemed to have an agenda, apart from enjoying it. She seduced me with a corset underneath her jacket and jeans. She ran short of inserting her feet into my mouth. She made sure I kissed them thoroughly. Again the dental dam, and her great desire of DATY.
Before she left, she asked me about the other well known independent local girls. I told her honesty what I thought, even though I hadn't seen most of them. Because I wasn't attracted. I was too honest, that she decided to raise her fees, and starting from me. I was too nice to object.
There was one strange thing. She now had a full breast. If I hadn't see her before I would think it's natural. There were some minor stretch marks and she asked me if it was worthwhile to fix it with laser. How do I know?
Again she invited me for lunch. Again I was tempted but it would attract too much attention where I worked. But this time it was pretty likely that she took Viagra. I heard often that it worked on some women. Her sexual appetite, and that she was hungry every time.
Later I realized that she wanted a review from me, the retired discussion board trouble maker. So I emailed her my draft - of course with machine corrected grammar and spelling. But she did managed to find a few readability flaws.
I called her again before I left for year end vacation. Unfortunately for her, she might had to work late. A couple of hours later she confirmed that. Her last words were, "Don't be naughty". At the time, the meaning was don't full around with anybody else and call soon. I didn't see anyone that day, but I forgot about her too. I am sure if she told me to see her tomorrow, most likely I would. And if she called me, I would come to her.
There were little news about her, except that she tried to play the discussion boards a little. She joked that she once went to a retirement home, and the guy dropped dead on her! I don't think she's that desperate. Maybe when you have seen enough old men, 40's, 50's and 60's don't matter anymore. Maybe she was honored to be chosen to satisfy somebody's final wishes (not that he was going to die so soon). Maybe the guys' friends or relatives talked her into it and she went for the adventure, or compassion?
I never thought of downloading her pictures. Then one day her site was taken over by some other girl, who used a few of Nancy's pictures, mixed with her own. Luckily, some webmaster "stole" a whole collection of her pictures, in one of those advertising sites where nobody advertises, to pretend that Nancy advertised there. That's where I rediscovered her pictures.
I never thought I would see her again but I did, after another year.
Once a few months when I remembered her while I was looking around for new targets, I would check out her pictures and any news or reviews about her, to see how she was doing. Very little except for the occasional review. About a year since I saw her, I discovered this new set of pictures. I was attracted to them. I couldn't tell how she looked like but I remembered her great legs.
I called her to test the water. My excuse of not seeing her again was that I didn't know how she took my review and the trouble I stirred up in the discussion board. She remembered my name as if I saw her yesterday, and she wasn't even a little angry or annoyed about me. So I told her I had a healthy year end bonus. Who didn't? So my other excuse of not seeing her was about her fees, and also I was giving her something to look forward to. That I might not see her once and disappear again.
But this time she seemed to have an agenda, apart from enjoying it. She seduced me with a corset underneath her jacket and jeans. She ran short of inserting her feet into my mouth. She made sure I kissed them thoroughly. Again the dental dam, and her great desire of DATY.
Before she left, she asked me about the other well known independent local girls. I told her honesty what I thought, even though I hadn't seen most of them. Because I wasn't attracted. I was too honest, that she decided to raise her fees, and starting from me. I was too nice to object.
There was one strange thing. She now had a full breast. If I hadn't see her before I would think it's natural. There were some minor stretch marks and she asked me if it was worthwhile to fix it with laser. How do I know?
Again she invited me for lunch. Again I was tempted but it would attract too much attention where I worked. But this time it was pretty likely that she took Viagra. I heard often that it worked on some women. Her sexual appetite, and that she was hungry every time.
Later I realized that she wanted a review from me, the retired discussion board trouble maker. So I emailed her my draft - of course with machine corrected grammar and spelling. But she did managed to find a few readability flaws.
I called her again before I left for year end vacation. Unfortunately for her, she might had to work late. A couple of hours later she confirmed that. Her last words were, "Don't be naughty". At the time, the meaning was don't full around with anybody else and call soon. I didn't see anyone that day, but I forgot about her too. I am sure if she told me to see her tomorrow, most likely I would. And if she called me, I would come to her.
There were little news about her, except that she tried to play the discussion boards a little. She joked that she once went to a retirement home, and the guy dropped dead on her! I don't think she's that desperate. Maybe when you have seen enough old men, 40's, 50's and 60's don't matter anymore. Maybe she was honored to be chosen to satisfy somebody's final wishes (not that he was going to die so soon). Maybe the guys' friends or relatives talked her into it and she went for the adventure, or compassion?
I never thought of downloading her pictures. Then one day her site was taken over by some other girl, who used a few of Nancy's pictures, mixed with her own. Luckily, some webmaster "stole" a whole collection of her pictures, in one of those advertising sites where nobody advertises, to pretend that Nancy advertised there. That's where I rediscovered her pictures.
I never thought I would see her again but I did, after another year.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Nancy 1/3
When Nancy first came out to play, she had a set of "too good to be true" lingerie set of professional photos. Worse, she did outcall only so nobody took the plunge, but I did.
I was a little disappointed when I met her. I took the plunge because if she was pretty then it would be almost perfect at the looks department. Certainly she wasn't ugly. Perhaps she wasn't pretty enough so I can't pick her face up in a photo lineup even I saw her a couple of times. Maybe she looked different every time, which didn't help.
Her body is great though. She's tall, must be 6' with a little heel. She has a bit of shoulder so she wears her tops and jackets well. Of course she has long great legs, plus big sexy hips to go with them. But her waist was too narrow, to the point of looking unnatural. She has small real breast, which wasn't in good shape, but looked perky in compensation. It was good to squeeze too.
She came in smart causal for work, indeed she never left her day jobs. She got through my door effortlessly. Thinking about it, most other girls will ask me to get comfortable, or sit side by side, or close enough. But she sat on the chair in front of me while I sat on the bed. So I had a good look all over her while we talked for a while. She had confidence. Immediately I noticed her simple but perfectly trimmed red toenails through her sandals.
Personality wise she was great. She grew up in the area of the hotel I picked, close to where I worked. She knows who the good guys are and she treated me very well. More often I got VIP treatment because I have connection, such as I use the agency a lot, or I come back to see the same girl after a week.
She was never in a hurry. She looked around, walked around the room in slow motion, with stripper posture, switched off most of the lights, adjusted the blind to give atmosphere. Other girls either don't want me to see anything by blocking all lights, or don't care, but not her.
She spent a lot of time on the radio to get the perfect music. I should have got out to the front desk to borrow a CD to save time. Just happened it was one of those hotels for long business stays, with gym, DVD players and software library. Then she stripped, but only down to her tight body suit. She pulled me up from bed to -- dance! Ballroom style. I let her to the full length mirror and stripped her there, caressed her too. Finally we hold hands and got slowly into bed.
I paid a lot of attention to her legs. I wasn't bold enough yet to kiss, lick or suck. I was appreciating her legs like a piece of antique, and she was sitting on bed with hands supporting her body, stretching her legs. Naturally I held her foot gently and kissed the back of her foot, just like that you kiss on somebody's back of hand. She responded by lifting her foot right in front of my mouth in slow motion, supporting her lifted leg with the other leg bended. The rest is history. Everything happened so naturally. I think it's exactly like that you realize you have oral fixation for the first time. I kissed gently on her big toe, then wet kissed it with a little of tongue, then finally sucked it. Then move on the the next one. When I counted to five, her legs would swap position so I could continue with the next five. She focused on what I was doing with enjoyment and pride, just like I looked at her doing blow job.
She was the only one girl who blows with a dental dam! Certainly she has an oral fixation. She wouldn't stop until you told her too. And since she went so slow, it would take forever. I think she did it not really for the money. It was to satisfy her fantasy, and of course she likes sex. She rather had guys talking that her pictures are too good to be true, rather than putting up more run of the mill pictures on her website. Certainly she liked me to go down on her and certainly I didn't satisfy her enough that way; I wasn't a big fan on wet pussies.
She invited me for lunch, but I declined reluctantly. She might not turn everybody's head, but everybody would look at her. Not everybody will notice me, but by her side everybody will. I find it awkward to go with her to busy restaurants in my own turf. It helped if she wasn't that tall.
If she kissed a little, she would drive me crazy. Since she didn't even volunteered a lip kiss, I didn't think she would kiss easily, at least not the French type. So I wasn't prepared to see her anytime soon and spend that much money. But I was so impressed with her that I decided to pimp her around in the discussion boards.
I wrote her first review, a very good review. But you know, saying that she wasn't as beautiful as a movie star that I expected, and that her breast was real but not in perfect shape, is bad. I didn't know how bad she took it. I knew she read but not participated in discussion boards. Worse, you know some guys are really naive and annoying. His money is more important then everybody else's, so in no way he will risk being ripped off. And his reputation is better than most other people that he can not risk being tricked by law enforcement in any way. Normally you can be 100% risk free on only one you pick that is more important to you. Or, you choose a combination of risk that suits you. But if you want 100% risk free on both counts, you better stay at home or fly away.
I made a lot of enemies. And as I was the only one who pimped her, I didn't know if I helped or made it worse for her. Later I saw a funny review. The guy obviously ranted. He must had read my review. When he went down for her toes, he reported that she said, "now, don't be nasty", and withdrew her feet. I didn't know how much foot fetish guy she got because of my review, and I can understand how fed up she could be.
And since I wasn't keen on seeing her again to start with, I decided against seeing her again. But I checked her website from time to time, like looking at my own albums for memories of good times.
I was a little disappointed when I met her. I took the plunge because if she was pretty then it would be almost perfect at the looks department. Certainly she wasn't ugly. Perhaps she wasn't pretty enough so I can't pick her face up in a photo lineup even I saw her a couple of times. Maybe she looked different every time, which didn't help.
Her body is great though. She's tall, must be 6' with a little heel. She has a bit of shoulder so she wears her tops and jackets well. Of course she has long great legs, plus big sexy hips to go with them. But her waist was too narrow, to the point of looking unnatural. She has small real breast, which wasn't in good shape, but looked perky in compensation. It was good to squeeze too.
She came in smart causal for work, indeed she never left her day jobs. She got through my door effortlessly. Thinking about it, most other girls will ask me to get comfortable, or sit side by side, or close enough. But she sat on the chair in front of me while I sat on the bed. So I had a good look all over her while we talked for a while. She had confidence. Immediately I noticed her simple but perfectly trimmed red toenails through her sandals.
Personality wise she was great. She grew up in the area of the hotel I picked, close to where I worked. She knows who the good guys are and she treated me very well. More often I got VIP treatment because I have connection, such as I use the agency a lot, or I come back to see the same girl after a week.
She was never in a hurry. She looked around, walked around the room in slow motion, with stripper posture, switched off most of the lights, adjusted the blind to give atmosphere. Other girls either don't want me to see anything by blocking all lights, or don't care, but not her.
She spent a lot of time on the radio to get the perfect music. I should have got out to the front desk to borrow a CD to save time. Just happened it was one of those hotels for long business stays, with gym, DVD players and software library. Then she stripped, but only down to her tight body suit. She pulled me up from bed to -- dance! Ballroom style. I let her to the full length mirror and stripped her there, caressed her too. Finally we hold hands and got slowly into bed.
I paid a lot of attention to her legs. I wasn't bold enough yet to kiss, lick or suck. I was appreciating her legs like a piece of antique, and she was sitting on bed with hands supporting her body, stretching her legs. Naturally I held her foot gently and kissed the back of her foot, just like that you kiss on somebody's back of hand. She responded by lifting her foot right in front of my mouth in slow motion, supporting her lifted leg with the other leg bended. The rest is history. Everything happened so naturally. I think it's exactly like that you realize you have oral fixation for the first time. I kissed gently on her big toe, then wet kissed it with a little of tongue, then finally sucked it. Then move on the the next one. When I counted to five, her legs would swap position so I could continue with the next five. She focused on what I was doing with enjoyment and pride, just like I looked at her doing blow job.
She was the only one girl who blows with a dental dam! Certainly she has an oral fixation. She wouldn't stop until you told her too. And since she went so slow, it would take forever. I think she did it not really for the money. It was to satisfy her fantasy, and of course she likes sex. She rather had guys talking that her pictures are too good to be true, rather than putting up more run of the mill pictures on her website. Certainly she liked me to go down on her and certainly I didn't satisfy her enough that way; I wasn't a big fan on wet pussies.
She invited me for lunch, but I declined reluctantly. She might not turn everybody's head, but everybody would look at her. Not everybody will notice me, but by her side everybody will. I find it awkward to go with her to busy restaurants in my own turf. It helped if she wasn't that tall.
If she kissed a little, she would drive me crazy. Since she didn't even volunteered a lip kiss, I didn't think she would kiss easily, at least not the French type. So I wasn't prepared to see her anytime soon and spend that much money. But I was so impressed with her that I decided to pimp her around in the discussion boards.
I wrote her first review, a very good review. But you know, saying that she wasn't as beautiful as a movie star that I expected, and that her breast was real but not in perfect shape, is bad. I didn't know how bad she took it. I knew she read but not participated in discussion boards. Worse, you know some guys are really naive and annoying. His money is more important then everybody else's, so in no way he will risk being ripped off. And his reputation is better than most other people that he can not risk being tricked by law enforcement in any way. Normally you can be 100% risk free on only one you pick that is more important to you. Or, you choose a combination of risk that suits you. But if you want 100% risk free on both counts, you better stay at home or fly away.
I made a lot of enemies. And as I was the only one who pimped her, I didn't know if I helped or made it worse for her. Later I saw a funny review. The guy obviously ranted. He must had read my review. When he went down for her toes, he reported that she said, "now, don't be nasty", and withdrew her feet. I didn't know how much foot fetish guy she got because of my review, and I can understand how fed up she could be.
And since I wasn't keen on seeing her again to start with, I decided against seeing her again. But I checked her website from time to time, like looking at my own albums for memories of good times.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Mesmerizing
This is Nancy that I have introduced before. I came across her pictures when I was tidying up my hard drive.
Realistic pictures is one strategy. One other is to make it look so good that guys are willing to take a chance.
later ...
Monday, January 08, 2007
Hello again
So I was too ambitious about the last title. It should have been Hello Laura. This one Hello again, Laura. Cat will come up later.
Laura asked me to promise her not to wait at the hotel front, so I could see her like 'that' when she arrived. She also told me that she got ready at record time. She didn't look any different, but I know later she didn't have time to take a bath, with perfumed body scrub, apply moisturizer all over, and have time for the skin to absorb.
So I cut down on my sashimi activities. But when I was finishing at her ankles again, I spotted her professionally done pedicure, long and strong on every toe, perfectly painted pinkish red or purplish red. May be unconsciously I was thinking about salmon or red wine. I was attracted to it. I don't know if her claim on her profile that she had natural nails is still valid. If true that would be exceptional. She was glad that I noticed, the same with everything they work on to look good.
I sat with my knees bent at the end of her long legs holding her feet. It was unfortunate that we didn't have enough time. I could have talked her into washing her feet or even taking a shower with me. But that didn't stop me from giving her some wet kisses on her toes. She's proud of them. And naturally, like any smart wicked woman would, she tickled my dick with her foot while I was holding the other.
But you know, she has a kid, and that inevitably makes her look a little different from a jail bait. Her tummy is still sexy lying flat on the bed, natural birth perhaps. But doing a blow job is a different thing.
Chanel is really something. She isn't a model and not a jail bait anymore. But after I have seen her naked for so long, I am still attracted to her body. She likes to walk around naked. Going in and out the bathroom to take a shower, around the bed to fetch her clothes, and even making me coffee naked. Sometimes she would sit naked next to me talking, to make sure that I will call her again. But I hated that. Every time we meet she would take off her clothes and dive into the sheets in no time. I could take off the sheets and look to my heart's desire, but it's not the same as standing on a pedestal by the mirror.
She has her imperfections. Maybe she was on the pill for some time, or off some drugs, legal or otherwise, that made her slim. It was from skinny to meat on the bone sexy to a little worse. At one time I almost dumped her, after watching her for a long time putting back her clothes on. I was looking through the mirror so she didn't notice that I had the full view. I did see her less when she's not calling me. Recently, she was off the pill again, or back on drugs. I could see her fit flawlessly back on her jail bait costumes, her causals.
I decided not to see Laura again. It's not just her imperfections. Kiss isn't necessary, but I don't feel much kissing her, both times. But my decision was inconsistent with my tips, because I appreciated that she came on short notice, in a cab, etc. I bet she freshened up her makeup when I got out of the bathroom cleaning up myself. Again she walked me to the door naked. She said, "See you next year". I didn't manage a response because I wasn't a natural liar. I hesitated for a split second. So she smiled, "if that girl is still missing".
Laura asked me to promise her not to wait at the hotel front, so I could see her like 'that' when she arrived. She also told me that she got ready at record time. She didn't look any different, but I know later she didn't have time to take a bath, with perfumed body scrub, apply moisturizer all over, and have time for the skin to absorb.
So I cut down on my sashimi activities. But when I was finishing at her ankles again, I spotted her professionally done pedicure, long and strong on every toe, perfectly painted pinkish red or purplish red. May be unconsciously I was thinking about salmon or red wine. I was attracted to it. I don't know if her claim on her profile that she had natural nails is still valid. If true that would be exceptional. She was glad that I noticed, the same with everything they work on to look good.
I sat with my knees bent at the end of her long legs holding her feet. It was unfortunate that we didn't have enough time. I could have talked her into washing her feet or even taking a shower with me. But that didn't stop me from giving her some wet kisses on her toes. She's proud of them. And naturally, like any smart wicked woman would, she tickled my dick with her foot while I was holding the other.
But you know, she has a kid, and that inevitably makes her look a little different from a jail bait. Her tummy is still sexy lying flat on the bed, natural birth perhaps. But doing a blow job is a different thing.
Chanel is really something. She isn't a model and not a jail bait anymore. But after I have seen her naked for so long, I am still attracted to her body. She likes to walk around naked. Going in and out the bathroom to take a shower, around the bed to fetch her clothes, and even making me coffee naked. Sometimes she would sit naked next to me talking, to make sure that I will call her again. But I hated that. Every time we meet she would take off her clothes and dive into the sheets in no time. I could take off the sheets and look to my heart's desire, but it's not the same as standing on a pedestal by the mirror.
She has her imperfections. Maybe she was on the pill for some time, or off some drugs, legal or otherwise, that made her slim. It was from skinny to meat on the bone sexy to a little worse. At one time I almost dumped her, after watching her for a long time putting back her clothes on. I was looking through the mirror so she didn't notice that I had the full view. I did see her less when she's not calling me. Recently, she was off the pill again, or back on drugs. I could see her fit flawlessly back on her jail bait costumes, her causals.
I decided not to see Laura again. It's not just her imperfections. Kiss isn't necessary, but I don't feel much kissing her, both times. But my decision was inconsistent with my tips, because I appreciated that she came on short notice, in a cab, etc. I bet she freshened up her makeup when I got out of the bathroom cleaning up myself. Again she walked me to the door naked. She said, "See you next year". I didn't manage a response because I wasn't a natural liar. I hesitated for a split second. So she smiled, "if that girl is still missing".
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