The enchanted fuck

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.

Is it possible to get serious with a call girl?

I never thought it was possible to have a call girl as a serious girlfriend. But then once upon a time, did you think that only virgins will do? Now that I'm completely over her, I think it's very possible with the one who used to be my professional (paid) girl friend. It's possible but it doesn't mean that I can do it. This is a personal experience that doesn't represent anything.

I never thought about that when I was seeing her regularly, and mostly her. She said she only had a few regulars and it seemed true. May be I thought about it momentarily, but since I never thought that she would think about it, I didn't register any of it. I don't think she thought about it. Maybe she did, but since she knew I wouldn't give up my status quo for her, she wouldn't think too much about it.

Maybe both of us have a lot to lose, so it didn't seem possible, so we can relax about it, without worrying that the other got the wrong ideas. We also told each other things such as how lune Mrs Player is and how she didn't want to marry her rich boyfriend.

A current call girl is out of the question. I don't think I can stand it yet, unless I need a lot of financial assistance to keep my lifestyle. I can possibly get over what an ex-call girl went through.

I'm attracted to her, never failed to get hard, never hesitated to deep French/Japanese kiss her when she was up for it, and on a good day I had lots of sperms to show for it. I can't say how beautiful she is, but it's a joy to stare at her face while doing the missionary, and to watch her blowing me. Otherwise she isn't a model material, but has good genes, and everything is nice to look at.

I was with her through thick and thin, really. She was school girl thin, photogenic with bikini on when I first met her. When she was low, I met her once when her hair was pink, once her lips were dry with almost flaking skin. Once I called her out when she had been closing her room door, smoking cigarette and talking with her friends for hours if not overnight, her hair in a mess full of cigarette odor. Once her big toe nail was broken. Once her skin was so badly taken care of that she needed to see the doctor, while I knew it was only caused by prolonged dryness on delicate skin - I got the same problems.

She got fatter when she was on the pill, though I found out the reason much later. She once resorted to wearing all black coming to the motel. But I found it rather sexy like a sexy housewife with some meat. When we first met, she always liked to walk around naked, or I should say she didn't try her best to hide her naked body. After sex, she would walk to the bathroom and walk back naked, or even chat with me sitting naked. But when she was fat, she deliberately stood in front of me and changed slowly, wanting to get my comment on her body. She knew she was fat.

Her body wasn't terrible then, but everything seemed to be going hill, and I thought it would be the end of our relationship. She wasn't that good to me, perhaps not to give me wrong ideas, and then what would I be paying for? Her delicate skin looked like a woman's face cleared of makeup. Unlike girls who never use makeup, you can see tiny flaws here and there. Her well shaped, bigger boobs looked like they swelled a little, but not drooping yet, and her nipple a little blurred. She wasn't thick but her killer waist was gone. She wear medium skirts on occasions, so I thought she has nice legs, until one day, I didn't remember when, she agreed to put on a school uniform. Her tights were thicker than I thought. Another time I watched her silhouette when she was making motel coffee for me naked standing up. Her messy hair and lose muscle tone terrified me for a second.

All those didn't stop me from calling her, well, a lot of times she called me. Changing the angle and she would look a lot better. If I stopped seeing her, it would be that I feel unfair for the money I gave her, that I could have better. And also I wouldn't want to watch her going downhill all the way, feeling sorry for her.

But then she got back in shape, just by staying off the pill I think. She got back in shape that was unmistakably unmarried without children. Her hair and skin became perfect again, added with perfectly done nails. Sometimes she wore clothes and makeups like she was thirty something, when in fact she was 10 years younger. That was pretty hot and I wondered who she was going to see next. The last time I saw her she was school girl thin, wearing teenage uniform with trendy T-shirt, jeans, and perfectly matched pink manicure and pedicure. OMG.

I wasn't attracted to her because she is young. Otherwise I could prefer a mail order bride. Indeed I wish she was a lot older, same attractiveness of course. One reason I am attracted to her because her looks would last very long. I knew a number of women that could fight off teenagers at 40 something, and would be attractive well into their 50's. Mostly they are not call girls, otherwise they will be to expensive for me to see. She is the next generation, so I would predict her self life would be approaching 60 or more, and at the time I would have nothing to worry about.

She started to take calls most likely because she couldn't resist the temptation of money and life style, she was naive, and many of her peers do it. It could be more complicated but nothing new. Later it doesn't matter that much once you started. Instead of marrying her boyfriend, she tried to delay, taking calls when she needed money for her independence. Since she lived with her mother, a few calls from her regulars would help her through the month with decent pocket money to spend.

The morality may be hard to swallow but there are worse things, desperate cheating wives, lune civilians and mail order brides that you know nothing about.

She did play fair. If she is going to marry, she will marry, have kids, and that will be it. If she played games, she could get away with a mil or a few more just by getting married and then quit. Though her boyfriend may ask her to sign something at the last minute, but she never thought of that sort of thing.

If she played dirty, she could have gotten a lot more money from me. She never asked me to go shopping with her, which I couldn't have resisted. She played fair, and wanted no trouble from clients.

To me she remained carefully on a professional level, but would be nice to me given enough compensation. She can make me happy, other than sex and looks. We had spent several hours in bed, and also hours in restaurants, while I totally lost track of time, as if only one hour had passed.

I can't tell you her feelings for me, if any. I only know that her requirements aren't that stringent. Yes, she wanted a rich husband, but her boyfriend isn't that rich, having a nice car, a nice house, and a secure future. But still you can easily lose everything no matter what. Life is a trade-off, and perhaps she would settle for less cash, more talent, and someone she can talk to - that seemed to be the only thing that's important to her other than money.

Well we talked. We talked about cheating. She even asked me my advise on the fact that she didn't want to marry so young and have kids. If I can overlook her past certainly we would have much more to talk about. But it was like when we talked too much, we regretted it afterward for crossing the line. We, at least I, refrained from asking some questions even though I wanted to know very much, and when we ventured into something different, we kept it short, casual and shallow, all in the name of a professional relationship.

Some call girls want toy boy or even male model types for boyfriend and even husbands , but not her. Perhaps money is so much more important. Perhaps she became insensitive to looks. It's true that better looking people do better but at the top are disproportionally full of the shorties and the uglies. These guys had all the incentive in the world to do well.

I'm not bad myself. I probably looked younger than her boyfriend, who is much younger than me. I had hair, legs and until recently, killer waist. And everything works :-). When we all grown up, my childhood schoolmates still blamed the thief for stealing our first (and last) guitars while taking our first lessons. We never bother to ask our mothers money to replace them. They are sure that if I learned to play, I'll sing and I will have groupies and they will have the surplus.

Good times, when she was a phone call away.

The fail spy

Suddenly I decided to spy on Mrs Player. With triangulation, I found out where she was. (Actually the triangulation was only mentally performed.) I went to the nearest shop to get a bug. (It was a sensitive voice recorder.) I would like to get a GPS too, but no shop stocks cheap data loggers, which have to be shipped.

I found her car and planted the bug. To my surprise the vanity mirror was out and the light was still on. When I left I had to close the light and the mirror, because somebody was in the next car. I couldn't leave any light on to attract attention to me. I wouldn't know if that blew my cover.

I came back later to stalk her. Nothing happened. I was sure that I would beat her on the way home with time to spare, otherwise I would have lots of explaining to do. Surprisingly I failed miserably, even though I tried hard. I had the fast car. Later I found out that even though I took the road with virtually no traffic lights, at night her straight forward route had all green lights. The shorter distance route won.

The other time I caught her driving somebody to somewhere. I tailed her in the cover of darkness. It was disappointing, as she just dropped that person off home. But maybe she knew I was behind her and changed her plan on the fly.

I continued to follow her but she was driving like a pro spy. I lost her, didn't know whether she turned left or right. Just when I was flipping a mental coin, she zoomed past right in front of me like a victory lap. I followed more closely, now that I might have been discovered. Then she was doing frequent U-turns and I was caught face to face with her, though she didn't look my way. To avoid detection, possibly again, I had to drive at other lanes, missing the immediate U-turns. I lost her again. Only by illegal driving speed going straight, I was lucky to find her again. There were few other cars on the road, otherwise I wouldn't have recognized her car from afar.

She kept doing U-turns like a very pro spy to avoid any tailing. I didn't care and followed her at short distance. I felt so humiliated, but at least I couldn't be so fail as to lose her completely. She then drove home, maybe because I wouldn't let go of her. Instead of racing with her again, I went out to release some tension and frustration.

Later it dawned on me that the simplest explanation is the best - she was completely lost. She didn't see me or recognized my car in the dark.

Escort-tech vs John-tech

I gave many chances for Mrs Player to confess and apologize. She became very domestic, even soft spoken, but wouldn't talk about it. Then I formally demanded an explanation. She went silence, applied the blank-stare-on-the-floor tech. Never did she know I can spot that familiar tech a mile away. Did you remember Professional Liar? Rule number one - don't explain the unexplainable. Rule number two - rule number one applies.

I slept on the couch at my own choice. When I had morning wood, I thought of her. I went up, stripped her, encountered no resistance, fingered her a bit, and then entered at the spoons position. Just when she thought everything will be back to normal, I lifted her butt, and did a doggy on her.

Apparently I was too rough on her, she having to raise one hand at her back trying to reach me, begging for mercy. Yeah right. For delicate dolls, it would be a good gesture. Usually I would do some romantic hand holding, doing each thrust carefully so as not to hurt, but just as deep because I know it's getting effective. Even though I know they just want to arrive at the next client's place perfectly - body and spirit - I will honor their wish because the illusion is there. After all, you can't push too much for a three legged doggy, or the whole thing collapses.

But for Mrs Player I used her arm to lock her in position - for the three legged doggy. (Save you googling, can't get any reference to sex positions.) When I was almost done I released my full body weight on her. Having only three legs in position, she collapsed into the sky diving position. I came.

That was not over. I rolled-over! Then I had a beauty sleep in the comfort of my own bed. I could feel her fuming over at my back.

What does a porn star do when not making movies?

Doing a much better job than George Bush:

Doll House

Somebody said it's a statement on prostitution. I would say further it's shameless promotion of prostitution. The beauty of it is that even though the subject is so obvious, even I tended to overlook it, taking things in without realizing that it's all about prostitution.

In the first few episodes, very little of the hired roles involved sex. How many anti-prostitution people were drawn in and followed the serious? How many who never thought too much about prostitution became philosophical about it after several episodes?

Even the initial episodes not about prostitution were making statements. Is a professional assassin deserve any more glamorization than a prostitute? It's OK to glamorize assassins because not many people are willing and able? Is your job any better? Apart from trafficked victims and the desperate hookers, prostitutes have more choices than you think. In the beginning I was hung up on many times because I didn't pass their screening, saying the wrong things. Others wanted employment verification comparable to credit card application procedures. I have little choice about my clients as long as my boss is pleased, just like, well, Echo.

Once Mrs Player commented that Echo's outfit was odd, but obvious it was interesting to her enough that she watched from the middle of the episode. Then it dawned on me what it was. That outfit must be what her client ordered, for a very expensive S&M section with costume. That scene lasted for a few seconds so I almost forgot about it, but I instantly knew that it was a work costume for prostitution. At first glance her outfit looked like coming from a Laura & Ashley spring floral collection, complete with a very virginal cardigan. But the dress was very short, just long enough to go places and shoot action movies without exposing her panties just by walking around. Then there was the thigh high socks, well made with fancy floral patterns that looked like hand-knitted. There must be high heels too, but too demure for me to notice, and also because her feet were covered.

I have to applaud the choice of that outfit for national TV. I like Leg Avenues for sure but if I have money I probably will order that sort of outfit. It works on me all the same but classy girls will be more willing to wear that. Mrs Player refuses school uniform most of the time but she will love to try that outfit on, and go around town too.

It's very good education for the public - Echo has no choice about her work, the madam, the pimps/handlers are all there.

Water Slide

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Positions to pay for

I was never keen on doing things by the book, but for once I was wondering what my favorite positions are called. It isn't simple as lists are either too brief, incomplete, or contradicting. My favorites are, especially when I'm paying:

1. Sky Diving (Rescue)
2. (Dancing) Frog
3. (Sticky) Spoons
4. Butterfly

Not that I don't like other positions, but I would be happy enough if my date does them all for the money. Difficult, vulnerable or weird position requires partnership, and are not suitable for non-regulars.

Sky diving requires no imagination, as you must have seen too many sky divers on TV, doing exactly the same thing, free falling instead of in bed. This is normally called spread eagle, which doesn't describe the positions of the lower legs.

I like to stand right between the receiving partner's legs, optionally holding her pelvis. "Rescue" refers to the situation when the first sky diver's parachute doesn't operate. The rescuing sky diver has to diving into the first! In practice, you have about several inches to dive, sometimes up to nine inches. But that is way happier than any distance of sky diving.

It's rather difficult to ask for sky diving on first date, not to mention the rescue part. Usually I start with doggy for a while, apply all body weight on her for a while, then pull her legs straight, then pull her to the edge of the bed, then bent her feet upwards, and stand between them.

Dancing frog is the most beautiful thing you can see, but unfortunately people call it (Thai) squat! Perhaps I have to petition for a name change so the position become more popular. Many call it Asian cowgirl. As with many names with nationality, there are problems. Even most Asian girls don't do it, or don't do it well artistically.

It's about lying down, resting on a pillow, enjoying the show, while your penis is being entertained by every muscle she has got inside of her. If your date is not beautiful from head to toe, agile, don't bother with it, though the squeeze by itself is highly enjoyable, but you cannot see from outside.

I call it frog because it is exactly what you have to do if you want to frog leap straight up, but only for a couple of inches, up to about nine. The more critical movement is when the receiving partner (being penetrated) falls back to the upright, resting frog position.

Apart from the way the hair, the shoulders, the hands, and anything else, move, a lot of agile foot work is involved. Those who master the foot work can perform great blow jobs at any position, with the whole body moving in sync.

While the dancing frog has minimal contact, the spoons is perhaps the most romantic position money can buy. Other than that french kissing will be very difficult, full body contact can be maintained at all times, like two spoons stacking together. I made the mistake of leaving out the 's' because I thought the position was like applying a spoon to the receiving partner.

The other reason I call it sticky is because I like it when all four arms are intertwined together, maximizing the pleasure. Ideally, two hands are for the two breasts, one for the clitoris and one for the g-spot or anus. It all depends on what you are penetrating, and double penetration with a toy is convenient. Hands take turns to do their jobs, or just holding each other during intermission for the romantic illusion.

The butterfly generally refers to a standing missionary, with arms spread, legs spread or resting on the penetrating partner's shoulders. You can do what you do in an ordinary missionary, and a lot more. It's an ideal position for leg and feet lovers, without being too obvious at the start. You can test the touch and smell of the receiving partner's feet without being obvious. You can reject her without hurting her feelings.

The butterfly is the ideal way to experiment with several more difficult positions. You can cross the receiving partner's legs before penetrating. Bending the receiving partner's legs back to her ears, or even cross behind her head, is called the (Vietnamese) oyster.

These include penetration from above (in front and behind), below and the sides.

Porn vs real life - I don't think it will cause problems for most people, except for the addicts, and everything has addicts, and all addictions are serious problems sooner or later when the media reports on it. For me porn, escorts and real life do not mix. Looking at escort pictures with the intention to commit sex has very different effect on me than porn. An escort with a "must see" picture probably will not attract any attention from me if it is only porn. I don't expect an escort to do what a porn star does, and what an escort does vs what I get at home. You can say I have realistic expectations and the right sort of expectations. Of course an escort can be a porn star, a slut, a causal affair and what you want her to be, as long as you pay enough and wear a condom.

Chuck seems to have found it's winning formula, repeating the theme over and over again, up to several times in each episode. Both parties are so certain that nothing is possible but they kept crossing the line unconsciously. I am of course thinking of my ex professional girl friend. It was impossible from day one - she an escort, a "popular" one at that, and I'm not rich enough for her standards. But I'm way better than her rich boy friend in all departments expect for the one thing. And I enjoyed being with her (except the times when I was really crossed). Though anything more than an hour or overnight will be a different thing.

Instead of complaining about Princess Syndrome in previous posts, I could do something constructive instead - the science of dating or something like it. Dating agencies are bound to fail because people have no reason to be honest, and they really cannot teach people how to get better matches or they will go out of business very soon. There's no secret about dating. People are not honest or don't know about themselves well. Similarly, managers have a hard time dealing with new arrogant recruits.

Will dating agencies tell you this: if you have different outlooks in life than your date, you may be OK for years but end up fighting over how to raise your kids. Planners are valued in corporations as well as being dates, or you will end up with little saving and pension. And meet your potential in-laws ASAP. You can see if your date's breasts are likely to be real, resistance to overweight, real temperament when the honeymoon is over...

The really important criteria but never to be mentioned must be "must like sex". Wet and dripping wet and flowing like a river are very different things. Oral fixation is a good thing but can you keep "up" to her standard every time, and the risk of her going after anything stiff.

My Valentine

A couple of days ago, Mrs Player was finishing her makeup when I spotted her tiny red panty below her short jacket. As if just to match her makeup with her jacket, she wasn't wearing anything else below. Causally I went closer to her, before I knelt swiftly behind her, who was standing up straight. I managed to sniff and squeeze her a little before she kicked me away. I wanted to have a quickie but it wasn't in her plan before her shopping trip. I kidnapped her and threw her onto the bed, but it didn't work. I was only a little curious about where she would be going. I was more concerned when she would be back so I could have a go again. In the end I forgot all about it.

When I was finishing something before saying goodnight to the computer, Mrs Player came up to me in a little black dress, and black high heels. It didn't take long for me to find out that she was wearing a red bra and the same tiny red panty underneath. My professional girlfriend did ask me what's the difference between my homework and field work. So here it goes...

I call my girlfriend whenever I feel like it. But for Mrs Player I have to wait until she is in her mood. Not only the wait, but I also have the burden to make her happy, or else the next time will be further and further away. My girlfriend will just be happy to see me. It's good if I can get her wet, but I also enjoy applying lubrication. That's another story.

No kissing on the mouth - that's Mrs Player's current rule (except when she's semi-conscious). I know my breath isn't perfect but I doubt very much if that is the excuse. I can do hardcore porn positions, but as long as they are the missionary variations.

Nowadays it always end up in the spoon, making me feeling like a blowup doll with a big dildo, providing reliable slow deep screwing action. It is also a dildo with a clitoral vibrator attached. Usually I would start the vibration with my fingers. When I want my hand in other places I would put her hand on her pussy to take over. And in the final moments she wouldn't have it any other way. She would be vibrating with her fingers while both of my hands would be busy massaging her breast. She likes it strong.

The next day she bugs me all day to take her to a fancy restaurant. It dawned on me that it was Valentine's Day. With a sad face I submitted, not because of the occasion, but because of the little black dress last night.

The owner we know gave us one of the few tables-for-two by the glass wall, complete with fresh roses and candle light. Although it's illegal to drink it all and then drive, Mrs Player convinced me to order a bottle of red instead of a glass each. She has known to have been caught driving without headlights on at the same plaza. All that and the big glasses reminded me of good old Paris.

I was drooling at the lobsters that the servers had been walking around busily with, showing the patrons before killing it. At times I thought I were in a Greek seaside restaurant, the servers gliding on sand spilled on concrete instead of marble. Luckily the owner made a deliberate decision not to stock standard 3 pound lobsters so it's a good excuse not to eat too much meat.

In bed I was ready to call it a day when all the food and wine had their effect on me. I didn't remember what I did but ended up in spoon again, with the dildo, and the clitoral vibrators. She was fingering herself while shivering slightly, when I got a new idea. My right hand handed over her right breast to my left hand, now handling both breasts. Then I fingered her anus.

I couldn't have thought of it because it is not a natural position. Caught between my little belly and her ass was my hand, which also got in the way of my penis pumping her pussy hard to orgasm. It was an anal version of acupressure as she had got out of bed before when I tried to insert my finger. The funny thing is that I get closer to ejection every time when I am merely fingering her ass. I don't know if I can hang on any longer if my finger goes all the way.

I accidentally got into the history book (again). This time a geeky version but not really about technology that much. I can't tell you anyway for now. Just busy.

A while ago I recall reading a guy ranting about Princess Syndrome. That it can happen to any woman at any time and may never come out of it. From that I can see that it's everywhere and cross-cultural. I would say it's unfair to woman but of all places USA has plenty of woman proud to be stay at home moms while the working moms with kids in the same classes avoid them like plague, and I can understand why.

I would generalize that given half the chance, people deviate into their own parallel reality and don't want to get out. Women do have more chance to be shielded from the reality, avoiding to deal with it. Some salesmen managed to sell swimming pools to many houses in the neighborhood not long ago. If Mrs Player could put it in the credit card, we would already have built one. Over my dead body.

From shop keepers, it's very typical that the wives look a lot for nice things, but the husbands immediately look at the price tag.

Club Black Picture

Kim's night picture of Club Black (no s) at Buenos Aires, contrasting with the day view from my hotel. No, I wasn't there but my readers were.

For Dirty Little Mind

Audio reading of the first suitable article on my blog roll.

Year end updates & Managing your porn collections

I haven't been catching up with things around me, as I have been self absorbing lately, doing things I like, and writing about it.

I did early spring cleaning on my computer, backing things up and securing them. With TrueCrypt, you can encrypt and burn the whole DVD (or the whole operating system for that matter). Decryption is on the fly so you can watch videos, or copy individual files, directly off the DVD. I went on to use the porn paradigm to manage the whole computer.

You need two passwords, a clean one that can be shared with your wife if the situation arises, and an dirty one that is for your eyes only. Normally all secret data need to be backed up, except for those protected by the dirty password. There are two type of porns, expendable and irreplaceable. Expendable porns are commercial porns that are impractical and not worthy to backup, except for your current fav actress/actor. Irreplaceable porns are your own dirty videos for example. Those with your current wife or girlfriend should be protected by the clean password. Those with your ex, or that somehow you attended a gangbang a decade ago should go in the dirty, for your eyes only catagory. In short, two passwords, three types of data. For any other passwords you need, you store them in a list, protected by one of the two master passwords. I actually encrypt the whole Firefox profile so my everything is secret, not only the tens of online passwords, but also history, bookmarks, etc. In case if you are interested, there's the Geek Corner link around the top left.

It's kids time. They are perfect and I wouldn't want them to grow up at all. But if I have more say about it, either they should have been ready to be kicken out to college or get a job soon, or I may keep only one, small enough to be put in a basket to carry around and stuff it in any space available.

My counter passed the 100,000 marked. It's insignificant but since the next notable target will have to be 1 million, I rather give it a mention now. At this rate it's a long wait though I'm not looking forward to it. I remembered I reset the counter before, and I had other blogs and things before this. Also, I had a video released by mistake with no meaningful content, it got a lot more hits in a week than the whole of this blog to date.

To me it has been another walk in the cloud, which lasted for about a decade. I have no complain and little regrets, other than losing Rebecca's phone number and being dumped by the Professional Liar. So let's see what tomorrow has on for me.

Toe curling moments

Female toe curling happens a lot more than I think, for good or bad. The problem is how to catch it.

After the soaking wet massage on her (last post), it was my turn for pleasure. Then I wanted to kiss her somewhere, but after her orgasm, the place she would enjoy was her pussy. I spread her legs and went for it, though I wasn't big on pussies, especially when soaking wet. I gave her buttocks some friendly but passionate bites. Then I spread them apart to check her ass. It was darker pinkish, perfectly symmetric, perfectly radial. It was perfectly tight too, so I was sure I was on the safe side of the door. I wasn't after any taste or smell. It is some uncontrollable urge that I couldn't explain easily, beautiful yet nasty.

In the beginning, my ideal massage on a female is an excuse for a live porn magazine. Instead of just watching where I want to watch, I touch it too, and instead of turning the pages, I turn her around. Instead of appreciating her post, I make her post. Of course it was awkward for her and didn't go far, even paying for it. Of course after lying down on so many massage tables, I know how to give a bit of decent massage with one hand and no eyes. But the massage seldom last over a minute or two, before I want to fuck the looker under me, instead of just rubbing. But now with a challenge in mind, it's easy to complete the mission.

Of course I went for her ass. Maybe it's like having uncontrollable flashbacks while my tongue was working hard, couldn't open my eyes. When I was conscious I bite her bottom carefully, but with big mouthfuls. Then I was completely done with oral. I turned her over to check the damage on her breast. Of course there was none, they were unbreakable. But still I comforted them for a while as if I was licking their wounds. I put a pillow on my back and positioned myself for the blow job.

Instead she turned me over, asked me to try her massage skills, which wasn't outstanding as she was a professional, but not in massage. What she really wanted was to show how open minded she was. She spread my leg brutally. As if I wasn't prepared, she did it again. Then down came her tongue. It is these moments that: "Don't do anything you don't want to" applies. Why would she want to kiss my ass? There are many other ways to please me, but I have no problem with pretty girls kissing my ass. She got a B on that, willing to please but rather mechanical in a good way. Of course I had better, as if she was trying to apply anal voodoo on me, trying to get a rich boy friend or sugar daddy.

I turned over again, rested on some pillows, again ready for my blow job. It was supposed to be long as I was fully erect and didn't want to spend too much time else where. But she took her time (that I paid for). It was slurpy. She played with my balls and kissed them a little, so I knew I could have more if I wanted to. Visually I would put her at 25. She acted more mature than that, not just the sex acts. But she could be a lot younger because of the way she talked. It wasn't stupid but she is a straight shooter, speaking her mind, or just listening.

Finally it was time to relive the tension built up in me. I got down to the edge of the bed, grabbed her legs all of a sudden, pulled and turned her over. She thought it was a standing doggy but I skipped that. I put my hand on her bottom so she couldn't get up. I entered her right there.

It could easily be my favorite position. The lack of willing and trusting partners make it more desirable. I love standing, for the stronger thrust, and particularly nice to stand between her legs, which had to curl backwards up in the air to relieve the pressure. Now her body was all in short reach of my finger tips, from head to toe.

I twisted her head to see her lovely face, parted her hair away on the side to see more. Dangling aimlessly in the air, I squeezed her ankles hard to signal her to get ready for the ride. With a little kiss on her lovely big toe I started thrusting into her as deep as I could, while my two hands were on her pelvis, pulling her away from the bed, and hard into me.

I was pounding her slowly but forcefully like a foundation building machine, one stroke at a time, each went deeper than the last. Usually you can catch toe curling at these moments. But I wasn't watching her toes. I wanted to kiss her but I didn't want to give up the position I was in. I learned from some girls who demanded kisses in similar positions, before they were willing to go further. It was symbolic gestures on their part but I was serious. I twisted her head and body some more, bent down and kissed away. Kissing is difficult in this position, but there are more reasons for tongue kisses, and she was very receptive about it.

She was pretty warmed up, so my finally charges were the cavalry type, total annihilation of the defenseless enemy, short of a massacre. I cummed, watching her toe curled intensely up in the air, which was a reaction to the sudden warmth in her pussy, or equally likely to be the feeling of being fouled up deep inside her. It didn't make any difference to me, as I had to walk away from it all, having no choice because I was standing up.

I cleaned up the mess on me minimally, and collapsed onto the bed, stretching myself as long as I could, feeling great about myself, and closed my eyes. Obviously it was some sort of recuperation but she didn't seem to notice, or she didn't let me. She was instead bubbly and talkative, which was why I called her a straight shooter and could be a lot younger than she looked. She kept on the conversation even with my eyes closed and couldn't manage to have paid much attention to her. I could hear her saying that my legs are so long. I know. At college I met a girl who told me my legs were to die for. She was cute but only 5'3 or less. I was somewhat surprised to hear that again after so many years, though I must admit legs can't change that much over the years.

She insisted on me answering the questions: "am I really feeling so tired after sex?", or something like:" do man usually feel miserably tired?". I thought I said yes to whatever. I thought these things are well understood by everybody, that's why I thought she was a bit new, or pretend to be new, but she did look and feel a bit new, apart from her open-mindedness. Or maybe she wanted me to wake up and go for the second round. If I were to do it I might give her a facial in the first 15 minutes. Now it was too far down the line to wake up the dead cow in short notice. If she didn't know about that she must be a bit new.

So I was thinking she was just trying to be nice, wanting me to come back, and working on her tips. When my mind and body could drive again, I washed myself quickly, dressed back up and gave her the money she deserved. I then asked her private number routinely, but in her case I really wanted to see her again in a more sustainable relationship. She smiled, as if saying "don't be silly", then told me she was going back to the other coast the day after. It's common, and very natural, animals don't eat and shit on the same place if they can. So by then I was sure that she was only working on her tips. And that she had the undercover look, rather than a porn or movie star.

But that didn't mean that she wouldn't miss me. Her toes did curled, didn't she?

If you cannot watch it, video it. Ask your wife, girl friend, or somebody willing to do it with a non-intimidating toy like cam, poor lighting and in well covered positions.

The soaking wet massage

After the breast torture (last post), I decided to go for the soaking wet massage as she was a good spot.

"Don't do that at home" you always hear. In my case I forget to say on the last post that don't try it in the field if you haven't practiced at home first. At passionate moments mrs player did put my hand on her breast and wanted to rip them apart. "Don't do what you don't want to do", which is cliche, but I seriously mean it. There are always other fun things to do.

So I got up from sitting on her butt, got to the side of the bed, and started the massage on her lower body. It was pretty easy and effective to do. Anywhere on the spine, press, down to the tip between the buttocks. Squeeze on the legs until you feel the bones, up to the leg joints in the buttocks.

I gave her feet some attention but she wasn't at ease, and no encouragement was obtained. So I concentrated on other parts, plenty of work to do.

I started the happy ending at her inner tight, squeezing harder and harder, higher and higher. Even mrs player couldn't resist it when she had no mood for intimacy. When I couldn't get higher without touching her sex organs, I used the accidental naughty last fingers. I teased her pussy with my last fingers as if by accident, while keeping up the pressure on her inner thighs. Like mrs player, she didn't resist and I wasn't going to pretend anymore. Finally I just her a pussy rub, the female version of happy ending, until she was soaking wet, had orgasm.

Not long before, on top of the hour, I arrived at which must be one of the Agency's (California Invisible) safe house. As with any safe house, it's one block off the freeway (or main road). Turn right (or left if you drive on the wrong side) off the freeway (motorway), drive one block, 1st house on the right.

I paid for a comprehensive package so I assumed she would do a lot of things, but no specifics beforehand.

I saw her agency picture before hand. Well portioned, looked normal, liking having a real job for undercover, as opposed to looking like a porn star all the time.

Having a driveway leading to the front door, she opened the door semi-naked without worrying about being seen by neighbors. She was just what I expected, except that she was shorter than I expected, 5'3 to at most 5'5. 6' is tall, and 5'1 is very short. It's hard to tell unless you are standing face to face. Height is immaterial unless you are looking for a partner to have big babies.

After a little formalities she led me up the stairs, showing off her tight bottom, with me sniffing it two steps behind her.

I asked for the bathroom and held her hands to it. It's give and take in this world. In return, even some high priced escorts tried to jerk me off half way while washing my equipment. She just washed it. Though I got the hint that she wouldn't want me to move at all, the usual reason being not to get her hair wet, so she don't need to dry it, or she won't look bad.

It's a good sign that she washed my ass thoroughly, just in case. I reciprocated, just in case.

Before that she asked why I was smiling so happily. You can say it's drooling. I told her honestly because I was very happy with her everything. I wasn't thinking too much at the time. I must had realized that her breast is the all natural unbreakable type, somewhat fuller than Zoe's a few posts back.

Secret agent's secret

I offered her a nude massage and she fell for it. After a few strong squeezes on her neck and shoulders, she was totally relaxed, laid flat with bottom side up, and convinced - that I was going to give her a nice massage. Both naked, I moved swiftly to sit on her butt, twisted her arm to her back, in a classic arresting position.

While she couldn't have struggled, I twisted and pulled her arm, lifted her shoulder, and twisted her body sideways and backwards. She couldn't tell if I was doing a legit massage. I couldn't tell either, though I have a lot of flashbacks on similar things performed on me.

I slipped my free hand under her breast, spread my fingers evenly to cover all of it, released her shoulders, allowing her to fall back flat on the bed. As if her life depends on it, I performed CPR on her back with my free hand, using my full body weight.

Since I'm holding her breast in one hand, not willing to let go, I also gave her the elbow grind, allowing me to rest in a more comfortable position not too far from her breast. If you haven't tried it before, it's like using vehicles with huge heavy rollers to compact and flatten the foundation during road building. Now substitute the roller with my elbow, and the road with her back.

Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I have had so many secret missions under my belt that many moves practiced on me are captured in flashbacks, of which I have no problem recalling given any naked visual simulations. She must had feel good because her arm was still twisted on the arresting position, even without me holding it.

Obviously squeezing her breast intensely wasn't massage, so I tried to cover up the sensation by pressing her even harder on her back and shoulders, so much so that the mattress bounces together with the bed and us on it, and I got a good stimulation on my balls at her butt. She might get my whole hand print on her breast, but she wouldn't be thinking about it at the time. To ensure that any hand print would be temporary, and that she wouldn't wake up from the trance, I tried not to pinch, rub, snatch or scratch her breast, or use too much of my finger tips in squeezing, spreading the pressure evenly, but intensely.

I stopped the back CPR before breaking her. I straightened her twisted arm to her side. Now, instead of one, I was holding both of her breast gently, kissing her back, a little suction, a little wet with tip of the tongue, some outright licking and slurping, a little biting, and then harder, but not enough to leave teeth marks. She was surely feeling my intense erection on her butt and between her legs.

As if following the lyrics of a song, I repeated the same on her other breast. I was sure that she was shaken by the CPR, indeed the whole bed was an earthquake zone, but she wasn't stirred or disturbed - she was in a calm trance.

Then on her I released my secret weapon, which wasn't some weapon, but my bare hands, some sort of maneuver ...

On another note, I was looking at some porn cover arts to spice up things while posting, but it proved hard to find something classy, with enough nudity, beauty and glamor. I also like models standing up straight, revealing everything from hair to toes, ready for a lineup, or cattle auction :). So here's just another pretty picture of a popular girl.

Three porn stars

The girl in the middle reminds me of someone. Escorting is not at all about looks and body shape, but for this girl those are what she has, and not much else. The performance of this porn star is laughable in comparison. I can also feel, not seen, that the male studs hesitate when making a move on her, as if she will suddenly stare at him angrily, and get him fired. In any other movies they will try to kill the girl with sex, to make every cent of her paycheck worthwhile.

First of all, my friend is not as hot as that, but her face is somewhat more exotic in the way of Angelina Jolie, and her hair is superior. She has mixed blood, in a way that she can be anything she likes. If the porn star dyes her hair blond and stands between two blonds, you wouldn't associate her with Asian ancestry.

Just before I met her, my mentor that I later hated, told me that she had a nose job and something else. She has boobs just like the porn star, perhaps from the same mold, but smaller, very natural, as if they were there for all 19 years, starting from zero. Still I thought they are fake as they look too good. After knowing her for a while, I doubt if any of her is enhanced. If she did any enhancement that nice and natural, trust me, I know what I have seen, it had to be expensive and she had to do all those at about 18. I don't think she had that sort of money, had no sugar daddy that I know of, and I doubt if she felt the need to do it. Any job will be icing on the cake, so I doubt if she had that sort of determination to go through all that so young.

So I doubted why my ex-mentor told me lies. He did discourage me to see her, spoiling the market because she was asking more than the rest, and more than she once charged. Maybe there were more, as she dislikes him very much too, with no specific reasons. Incidentally, my mentor once told me that she who doesn't allow you to touch her feet are drug addicts, with needle marks on the toes. He wasn't referring to her but that was what I remembered. I thought so for a while because she is always slim, which would be hard to keep for many other girls. Many a porn star balloons after a movie or two.

She is very pale too, never needing anal bleach, hahaha! After my repeated attempts, she did allow me to go down there, but not before well preparations - pedicure and wax bath. I can testify that she didn't have any needle marks. I can also testify that she never treated her skin with laser or any bleach. Indeed her skin is so nice that she never took real care of it. Once she asked me if fake tan looks good on her, making her less like a nocturnal hooker I suppose, and more like a California girl. I objected strongly because many hookers pay top laser dollars to look like her. Luckily she wouldn't bother to go to the nearby beaches, and that the fake tan induced a little allergic reaction on her skin.

She has to be popular. If you met her somehow or saw her pictures, shoulder to shoulder with somebody else, you will ask for her. Agencies will have no problem introducing her, or call you up to sell her, saying that she is new, so they are not liable for her behavior.

Actually Zoe, in the movie two blogs back, reminded me of my friend, who has many rules, or you can say only one, being on top and does what she wants to do. If I tried a little intimacy, I was afraid that she would, instead of turning me down diplomatically, jerks away and stares at me, telling me off with her eyes, "what the fuck are you trying to do?". She did tried to be nice to me, and wanted to see me again, but in her own way.

That comes to the question of how many times you see a particular girl. A study in the last post say 50, 100 times. Certainly it's not surprising, but I doubt it's common. If it's once a month, it's a lot of years. It's it's once a week, it's the sort of utility type of service, or the guy is very rich.

A guy has different needs at different times. Even if he found his ideal hooker he isn't going to get everything all at once, which would be a waste, of other under used talents.

You don't need Alaska wild salmon every day. Indeed the annual wait makes it more rewarding. For a guy who can spend what he wants, I doubt if he wants to keep seeing a hooker for hundreds of times. Sugar babies with some exclusivity is more likely, more like girlfriends than hookers.

As much as I liked my friend, who also satisfied me more and more, I don't see her all the time. It's the money. I'm willing to pay her price, but for that price it have to be intense. It's have to be sort of special occasion rather than a weekly non event. So it's not just money, but time and energy. I would rather not call her when I'm just feeling boring after lunch, or horny after work. But I did see her more than I wanted, because she called me up with good offers.

Sometimes when I found someone more satisfying in bed, which is absolutely not bad looking at all, like the porn stars on the sides, relatively speaking, I decided against seeing them regularly. I can imagine the virtual lineup, shoulder to shoulder. For the same price bracket, I would like someone better looking, like my friend. It cost the same! I think as much as many men want to see the same hooker again and again, there are similar reasons that keep them searching, hoping the next one will be more perfect, or cost less.

I ended up seeing her most, because she has a habit of killing off the competition. If she misses me too much she would call me up and give me offers. You have to sell hotel rooms or groceries, or they are worthless. In her case I think, after working for a while, she doesn't bother to sells herself much, just enough to get by and look good for her friends and family. Her boobs only swell a little from the first time I saw her. They have to be real, or they have to be low mileage, or both.

Even in the last days that I saw her, I couldn't keep my hands off her breast, both hands, in my favorite position with her, grabbing her greedily from behind, doing the spoon thing. I was doubly hard when I could see what I was doing to her in the mirror. I could see that she wasn't happy at all. Indeed I can see the reverse smile in her Angelina lips. But I am sure she was proud of herself, as I was so awesome, pounding her as if there were no tomorrow, or else she would have kicked me out of the bed.

Scientific American Article: why do men buy sex?

Las Vegas Escorts Blog
While catching up on random blocks on my list I came across the article from LV Courtesan.

The article has no surprises, not even that 90% of Thai men had sex with prostitute. Why can't everybody accept that the issue is complex, diverse, and all of the above? We can't be all sex addicts, can we?

The surprise is:

As if to continue their “relationship,” many if not most johns prefer to go back to the same prostitute over and over again. According to Kleiber’s study, more than two thirds of devotees used the services of a particular prostitute more than 50 times. One in four had sex with the same prostitute more than 100 times.

I don't know how they carried out the study. Surely I prefer to, but I don't most of the time. The reason is simple, have to be comfortable to my eyes and to my pocket. Perhaps I should not live in US.

Hookers and Monsters

A great beautiful weird half nude sex sequence on the big screen.

Hulu is blocked outside USA. Thanks crista. To bypass, go to anchorfree.com, download Hotspot Shield. Install application and launch. After launch, there is a status page to see if the VPN is connected. Once connected, the IP is changed to a US one. Banner ad supported at top, but worth it as it have enough bandwidth to watch a full screen movie.

An ad free version is ultrasurf. Extract and run directly for IE. For FF it's easier to install the optional add-on to set and switch proxy. Awesome. But it is tied to Falun Gong, for use in bypassing censorship in China.

Both are used massively, and in case of ultrasurf, many years. They are not open source, and you should not trust them 100% not to disclose your internet traffic. But for watching movies, they are perfect.

Necking

I was asking for the girl who preferred me not to wear my dark "scary" glasses. Because of another girl with a similar name, I thought she quit from the agency. That's a good thing because I broke no rules in tracking down her private number. A hotel staff (of sort) told me she had her number, but she wasn't answering her phone. I wasn't surprised, either she was sleeping, clubbing, or working.

After a few hours I told the hotel staff that I wasn't waiting for her anymore. Of course she told me she had just what I needed. The hotel staff wasn't an agent, and the girl wasn't a real professional. But they all like to try if the price is right, don't they?

I was a bit shocked when the girl arrived. T-shirt, jeans, sneakers and no makeup. That's not what I needed, and not what I expected. I think the hotel staff thought that I was safe enough to introduce to this girl. She was cute though.

The first thing I did was to put her on my lap, and she felt rather relaxed about it, though she said she didn't kiss. It's always fun to perform a strip tease - on her. But when I slipped my hands under her T-shirt, she asked to go to the bathroom to take a shower. There went the strip tease, but I didn't really mind a shower instead. Maybe she really needed it, as she might not had well prepared for the occasion - being non-pro and all that.

She didn't invite me so I waited, then took my turn as I was in no rush. When I got out of the bathroom I went undercover. I went under the blanket that was covering her naked body and cuddled her. She was like a magnet. When I was close enough to her she wrapped her arms around my neck (literally necking). We stuck together while I was holding her tight.

It was very unusual but I didn't realize at the time. It's kid stuff - what kids will do when you lift them up. It's also very GFE, and even Mrs Player has known to do that on a few occasions. I can't think of any professionals who did that. It is a totally vulnerable position.

You got to hold something with your hands though, otherwise it feels like a dead fish. Some hold my waist, more ready to push than anything else. Most hold my back, with the immediate option to push rather than hold. Wrapping one's arm around the neck is indefensible.

She wasn't afraid that I would rape her without a condom. When I needed to do something lower down, she would release my neck, but would hold on to it like a magnet when I got up again.

She wasn't afraid, but I could feel a bit of nerve from her, because of the pressure on my neck at times. So I decided to go in, sooner than usual, to break the ice. She let go of my neck, I got a fancy condom from her tiny purse, put it on, part her legs slightly, and let her hold my neck again.

I was surprised as her passage was completely blocked. I checked her with my fingers, only to find that she was completely dry. I didn't know that because of her bushy bush - I left that alone. I decided, while she was holding my neck, then tighter than ever, to stimulate her slowly with my probe, guided by my hand.

I estimated that she hadn't had sex for days, weeks or even months. But soon she was moist and then wet. Once I was totally inside, I could feel her relaxed arms around my neck, and see her relived smile on her face.

I had to bang her slowly and gently, otherwise I was afraid that my neck would bruise. Though the final charge more than compensated for it.

(continued) The problem with reviews is, you can't keep secrets. I had an eye on a girl's picture but didn't make the decision. I got a tip that she may kiss for regulars. That's the tie breaker.

When she opened the door, it was better than expectation. I did what I planned to do, I grabbed her GWTW style, and kissed her, GWTW style too. She was surprised as nobody else would do something like that, 3 sec into the first meeting. She submitted, hesitatingly at first, but I could read her mind - she thought what the heck - and then finished the kiss with flying colors.

Of course I was taking advantage of her too. If she refused, I might just ran out of the door. Nothing important would be lost.

I could tell she's rather new too, at least new to the agency. Her dress was somewhat sexy, but probably not because of the dress, but because of her body. She got high heels on, but cheap, not streetwalker cheap, but bargains. This reinforced what I read from her pictures. That was what I liked about her.

Very soon, everything about her was well done, hair, nails that I didn't notice before, shoes, dress, skin and all that. She looked a couple of years younger, still well above teens, and so I think we can stand each other for an hour or so.

I knew patrons showered her with gifts, because she didn't mind accepting it, and model it for you. This is not that common. For what she had been wearing you really want to give her something instead. Usually, cash is the best gift, giving her most freedom and you get absolutely nothing in return.

More than that, she modeled the merchandises for everybody. I didn't know whether if she didn't have the chance to change, if she liked to look her best for me, or if she wanted to invite competition. Once she wore a gorgeous below-knee dress , with matching heels, proper heels. I don't like long dress but that did look good on her, and must be expensive too, for the material and complication. But she did take good care of her gifts. I had to wait VERY patiently for her to take off her dress in several pieces, fold them neatly and put on a chair.

As time went on, she was less keen on kissing upstairs, but compensated on kissing downstairs instead. I have a theory that they rather do something else to compensate than deliver a bad kiss when they are not in the mood to.

When she was new to the agency, she was rather accessible. So I booked her in the morning. She told me I was her first - of the day. And obviously she was in a good mood too. I was rather rough on her and she seemed to be enjoying it. Not that she was orgasmic that sort of thing, but she wasn't holding back anything, I was free to roam, and she was encouraging.

When I pulled out and asked her to turn around, she had a wicked smile on her face. "Doggie?" she asked. When I nodded, she said, "I liked doggieeee", and was like jump at the chance, and fall into position.

I tried my best to meet her expectations. I poked her harder and harder and she was cheering me on all the way. Then I ejaculated, prematurely. May be it was all a trick - so she could throw me out early. But it wouldn't matter. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, who asked for it, even though I know my risk.

That was the last time I saw her. On the phone, I could sense that she wasn't that keen to see me. She quit the agency, and if not, I was trying to talk her into private outcalls anyway. The problem was she lived quite far from me, and at the time I didn't have the luxury to drive far. She didn't really needed me. However, I think the premature thing had something to do with it.

Fantasy pretty woman

Do you play fantasy football? Do you think you can handle a current/ex callgirl as a girl friend? What will affect your selection? This is pure fantasy and any facts are only pure coincidence. But I do probably have sex with more hookers than you do.

I had a mentor (that I hate), whose holy grail is to find some attractive hookers that like sex, and like to hang out off the clock. Although it's unthinkable to some, but it's not that rare. But I'm not talking about just freebies, it has to be something deeper, otherwise who really cares anything about her?

I had an agent (that I also hate), who always call me buddy, that had been very protective of me. His first rule is not to hook up with hookers other than on the clock. Because it's very easy to be bleed dry. It's unthinkable to some, but being bleed dry is not that rare and many patrons consider it as fair game. If you play with fire you have to suffer any consequences. Of course, he just didn't want me to bypass his service and go independent :). Later, he added rule zero secretly, any hooker with home area code close to me will not be introduced.

What sort of sex will you expect? I'm sure many many civilians will feel left out if they don't have enough sex, particularly good sex. There must be also many civilians who aren't interested one way or the other. It must be the same for hookers, but of course there could be additional advantages or problems.

I had a callgirl who made me feel that I was in a bad porn movie. Everything is great except that she is too dramatic and vocal. It feels like bad acting in porn movies. But after a while I felt that she was quite genuine, though she could benefit by toning down a little. We played dress up, chasing around her house, she liked screaming and moaning. We did have lots of harmless extra curriculum activities off the clock, as she was having fun, and she had been also looking for dates around the time. My internal alarm went off when she tried not to be compensated. It could be a conspiracy and I didn't have time to play boyfriend, so I disappeared.

On the other end of the spectrum, there are the genophobes, who would minimize skin contact if possible. I had been seeing this girl for a while, one of the prettiest, hoping she would do her job better. One day she agreed to take a shower with me, but once she saw the bathroom, she changed her mind, blaming the dirty bathroom. It wasn't a 5 star hotel so I let her off, giving up what I had in mind doing to her. Another day, when I was doing doggy, she made sure that the condom stayed in position by holding it with two fingers. I lol'ed later when I saw the same thing appearing on a TER review, not on her but her buddy. Maybe after knowing me enough, she didn't hid her genophobia anymore. May be she was playing mind games with me. I knew she wanted to bleed me dry but she was totally incapable of it. She gave me deep discount for overnight but I knew it would be a waste of money.

Back to pretty woman from Prop K diversion.

Remember a while ago a self proclaimed attractive woman asked in public about why it's so difficult to find husband in the above 500K income bracket, when many of these men have plain janes as wives?

Nobody wants to be loved because what he earned. It's related: if one only aims at 500K, he will take it easy once he get there waiting for retirement, he's not likely to be given that position or get his business there in the first place. Plain jane isn't that bad. Everybody can be glam up a few notches, like stock escort pictures and porn stars on DVD labels. Knowing somebody for a long time has it's advantages, like childhood friends and high school sweethearts. Attraction is a strange thing. I had a slightly painful erection, skins being pulled too hard by the pressure, when I saw a woman who wasn't even on the top of my "conquer" list. How about Prince Charles?

I don't want to be some hooker's only way out. It helps if she is doing well herself, and have a lot of rich suitors. I don't want to be somebody's stiff toy only, there's plenty around.

Similarly, I don't think hookers would want to have boyfriends that are only after free sex. Or, they expect that (ex)hooker girlfriends are willing to offer more sex and more kinky sex than others. Or, hookers don't want to be just trophy wives. I mean beauty is skin deep and can vaporize at any moment.

A rich man wants Anna Nichole to be his wife, that's perfectly OK for me. But I mean both parties will usually want more than that, because there aren't that many Mr Smith. Also, a mail order type bride will be less risky?

What a hooker wants from a relationship? It really isn't different from anybody else, depends on individuals. Often people who suffer more hardship early in life works a lot harder and achieves more. If they are not getting anywhere they want more security from others. I once had a crush on a girl (she isn't a hooker and that was ancient history) who is poorer to start with. She worked very hard in a summer job for spending money. The joint went burst and didn't pay her a cent. She never took risk even before that, including me, and her choice of boyfriend is totally predictable - middle middle class parent, has a stable boring job and qualifications when her peers are only starting. Plain, boring, but sent her flowers. (Oh yes, maybe I'm jealous.)

I had a hooker that obviously had some abandonment complex. She actually joked that now I a nice house, nice car, nice job, and what do I do? Play hooking. I think somebody dumped her before and I'm sure the last thing she wanted is a rich playboy friend.

Another hooker told me that she wanted somebody who she can talk to (among many other things!). I'm not sure that she enjoyed all the gambling, drinking and smoking. I think she just like to be surrounded by friends, and often talked through the night with a few of her closest. As a man with few words, I was very alarmed that we spent a couple of hours in the hotel room, mostly post sex talking. Then we went to the restaurant for a couple more. I'm sure she likes to talk to someone who knows her job and respects her. It could be a trap, or nothing, but it's trouble anyway. I didn't see her for a couple of months.

Looks really doesn't matter much, and if you don't believe me watch more porn (with fat ugly studs). But there should be some minimum standards. I had a barely legal girl who avoided walking along side with me, staying a few yards in front of me always. That is unusual ;) One day she took down my sun glasses, told me I looked better, and the sun glasses were terrible, reminded her of some scary discipline masters. She must be a trouble maker back at school! I am so proud of her because another one told me that I needed some eye bag removal. At the same period, yet another one grabbed my arm tight, walking together on the streets. She asked me if we looked like lovers. I tried hard to duck away, at last saying that we needed a mirror. I know she wanted to see me again (as a client), but she could have found less awkward things to use. I blame my genes. I'm not going to get love handles, and I have to wait a few more decades than others to get my salt and pepper. Believe me, it isn't good at work.

Prop K: Since I can't vote there, I wasn't going to subject myself to painful spins. However, because of the interesting subject, and the exposure, I read a little more.

It's painful to read and watch DA Harris to spin off the subject. There are also subjects that the proponents touched lightly. There should be voter submitted questions made into FAQ section.

I would think getting it to the ballot box is an achievement. It can be a landslide as up to 70% (substitute your own figure) of men will have some experience with prostitutes. For current patrons the price will come down, for future patrons, they will not be prosecuted if they dare to try.

I very much agree that it's a human rights issue - should you be prosecuted by attending a wine tasting party? It happened before, you know. Human trafficking still doesn't make sense. The international trafficking excuse was shot down, now they bring out the domestic ones. Did someone said that the fear of prosecution because of prostitution is the main reason these victims didn't try to run to the authorities?

If someone setup a sex slave brothel in downtown SF for half the price, it might have a long line and everybody knows about it, and it will be busted very soon. The price will be more or less the same. It takes a moron client not to notice the difference, and most will avoid that sort of thing. Most clients are not eligible anyway because of the risk. So far someone said international trafficking is zero in SF and I say domestic trafficking is a rare event not in big cities like SF. What happened in the news is that they imprison victims in the middle of nowhere, the small number of clients (if any) are willing to keep the secret because of no real alternatives.

Good luck with the zoning issues. I don't know how it works. Prop K isn't legislation, just to tell LE stop wasting time with prostitutes. How to deal with street walkers? They are much more mobile than a illegal hot dog stand. How to deal with a high traffic brothel in a residential area? Or commercial area? US laws is quite lax on prostitutes. You get warning and then tickets a few times before you get jail time (varies greatly for locations). It's a lot more difficult to clean up the streets by charging them with something like selling hot dogs illegally. It's also difficult to get rid of incalls with lots of visiting friends all day long. The threat is more of harassment, the biggest being outing you when you try to keep it a secret. LE can (?) threaten your assets and custody of your children.

Since EU relax immigration laws and adopted the US cheap labor model, Europeans got a glimpse of what will happen if US prostitutes become not so illegal. Targeting prostitution such as in Amsterdam seems to be the natural reaction. SF would be really in the fore front to show the world something.

The rights of minorities (occupation) and the pursuit of harmless pleasure should triumph everything else. Let's see how it goes.

But it will be happy times, I would go to SF rather than LV. I'll do careful screening and then do it at upper floors at Grand Hyatt,, on the floor at the glass walls, or a little bit tricky, on the thick walls at the glass windows.

Trafficking wouldn't make any difference as it's a rare even if any. Victim can go to LE without fear.

There won't be more brothels as all exiting strip clubs will be brothels. Income will be down because of competition, and some strippers will be forced out. Some previous brothels, now empty properties, will be reopened. It will be like good old times when the numbers in SF are near saturation, so there won't be noticeably more.

There are always secret flats in the most desirable areas. People feel safe there and you can charge more. I know one private apartment in a small complex that you can only get to via toll road. The toll cam's have your plate numbers if anything happens. The high rent also favors sharing, for people with connections who have streams of girls visiting from overseas or from the other coast. (The same principle that pets don't shit where they eat.) After prop K they will tighten up the schedules and less worrying about people getting lost and press the wrong doorbells.

There are happy ending factories in almost all desirable locations already. Many are now clinically clean in medical plazas. Again there won't need to be more, just more places will allow happy endings and more. There will be winners and losers, like strippers, depending on what how far they are willing to go.

It's amusing to be philosophical about porn. But do you think lesser of the girl if she is covered with cum after a burakke party? She has lots of money, can't sing, can't act, too pretty to be a waitress, and don't know much to do anything else.

I was visiting a massage therapist for about a year, who is pretty enough to join the 1st wife club, that is, you don't mind seeing her everyday. Never tried to ask her out because of her metabolic rate, she can never be a thin model (she told me she consulted doctors). She isn't fat or thick, just no point to show her off, rather stay in her massage room instead. She wouldn't do anything sexual, she made it clear on day one. No foot massage, may be a little thigh massage not too high up. I never pushed, it's complicated on both sides. But certainly, it's not because she was watched by her boss. She hid me in the most private room available, just short of any underground boiler room. She liked to be stared at while doing the chest massage on me.

There are those who tease you with everything within the law, until you submit to do it yourself, sort of pro dom in massage. And then there are those who do happy endings with no hesitation, as someone new said here that it's the easiest money ever. Some pride on getting you off without you touching them at all. As much I love the massage and the good feeling of a happy ending, I rather have two back to back sessions, which cover all my needs.

It's hard to refuse those massage girls who need money, but not a lot. They don't go all the way because they are totally young and beautiful, and they get enough money for that. Many of them are too delicate to handle clients on their own if they take in/out calls. Once you start grabbing and sucking, it's hard to save yourself for another appointment, and it would become economically uneconomic.

I was so paranoid that she would run away with the money while I was taking a shower she asked, Chanel walked in the bathtub after finishing her call, grabbed my dick causally like it is a innocent toy, washed it, and suck away. It seemed like the most natural thing to do. Later I found out that she wasn't good at it because she doesn't like it. She later put on the cover because she thought that she shouldn't give away too much for the bargain. And later she would give me enough BBBJ to please me, but no pretense about it. Unlike, Emma, who seemed to have a field day every time, blow it, cool it down, repeat, until I couldn't last any more.

Do you sometimes it's like bribing a kid with candies to do chores? I know the size of the bribe and the chores are very different, but that's just something to get use to - the porn philosophy? In the beginning I can't stand hard core porn, prefer soft and censored porn where in your face cocks are blurred. Now it's the opposite, call it progress, just as anybody else. I also hated ugly fat guys, but now I can appreciate the dramatic effect. Also, I can overlook it and concentrate on other things.

Pretty Woman?

I don't see how a woman politician can comment on the subject. Has she been a hooker herself? Or not that far by being a politician? Thinking about it, I am as qualified as many others, who see hookers who enjoy client sex, and who hate it, who think they are doing something wrong, and who think they are just doing a job like any others.

Can you love a hooker? You can easily make your conclusion by watching lots of porn with angelic stars doing XXXXX stuffs with ugly fat studs. You don't want your woman to do that sort of things often? How often is often? I knew a girl who told me she experimented by the book with her ex-boyfriend before she became a part time hooker. I would think sugar babies of older gentlemen are pretty easy work. Where to draw the frequency line?

Some hookers draw the line on kissing, etc. It's bullshit saying it's reserved for boyfriends. Though sometimes it's stupid rules set by boyfriends. Anyway, where do you draw the line? In some cultures, you have to be killed if you are not a virgin at wedding. In others, virgins are sought after and expected. But if these guys spend a couple of months or years in the West, they don't care any more.

There are many reasons for not kissing, simply don't like it. One reason is that you can't fake passion as in real DFK. So some girls simply don't try. However, those tongue-tongue DJK's (not F) seems good for all party involved, and don't need much passion on both sides. It's simply some service that make the client feel good.

Down the line, tea bags, cock to mouth, CIM, CI anything, doesn't seem so unacceptable to boy friends. Does it matter where your girl friend uses her lips or tongue? Does it matter what's being put in her mouth? (All risk being equal or safe.)

I know some girls hate many things. But a few like to suck any stiff cocks, naturally they are not afraid of pre cums and cums. And after in the job long enough, girls are pretty insensitive what the tasks are. At least they can talk about anything like routine tricks of the circus, while some clients are too shy to ask.

Sure many hookers do not enjoy client sex. But to some, perhaps newer ones, it's just natural reaction. They can't stop juice flowing, nipples stiffening, moaning, back scratching, neck holding, and of course the big O. Some girls actually try hard to fight it, so they don't give away too much for the price agreed upon. And they don't want to give some clients the wrong ideas.

Having said that, a retired hooker is preferrable. I'm so jealous when my fav hooker leaves my hotel room to see her next client.

San Francisco Prop K

Sex sells. If you want public attention, I would suggest to hold a sexy street party and parade, that sort of thing. Give it a Halloween theme so sex workers can hide their face and ID, so hopefully more attractive people may come forward. A masquerade street party maybe? Handing out mask on site so patrons or potential patrons may just join in for the fun.

As for the prop itself, I'm not so sure. Say I would let them investigate, so they will concentrate on trafficking if they can find any. If there's no checks and balances, SF, being in America, has the potential to make it as in your face as Amsterdam, but with the scale of London.

SF is lined with pretty historical buildings (relatively speaking) everywhere. There are many small apartments with huge windows close to street levels.

Bipolar 3G

Wow, imagine that, picking up three generations of bipolar's to deal with. I was watching some saved TV on my DVR - I think there was something about bipolar in it, but not a documentary but drama. Of course I vaguely know about bipolar before, but it dawned on me that I could be dealing with it, three generations.

Certainly I'm not trying to diagnose anything via a TV drama, nor I'm going to read everything of it on the web. Obviously something fits (what doesn't), and many don't. It doesn't matter. For your benefit you can imagine that at times I'm dealing with something like that. Imagine at home you see at play sometimes bipolar vs bipolar, or bipolar vs ADHD (which could be a misdiagnosed bipolar).

Maybe I should join some victim support group, because the whole family is the victim, not just the patient. Maybe the wrong group, at least I may learn something to deal with - "spending spree", "irrational behavior". (That's my theory - there's always some disorder that fits some of you.)

But there are other ways - like seeing callgirls (I sort of prefer hooker if that doesn't offend anyone). Really I don't see how a game of golf is more fun than spanking something beautiful or playing illegal games that you can't even tell others. An hour of theraputic massage is theraputic - going blank for an hour is enough to recharge for another day or week.

ps. spell check is off for some reason, get over it

Inspired to Blog: The Comfort Zone

Inspired to Blog: The Comfort Zone: "Someone ( a man of course) sent me this today and it made me laugh a lot. It kind of takes the piss out of this industry too, and I think we can all get too serious at times so here goes..." Never thought of it this way.

First they came for the street workers... | Sex In The Public Square

First they came for the street workers... | Sex In The Public Square
Well said.

Instead of replying to comments, I can just as well add to the post. This usual "First they came ... then ..." got me thinking. Do we all have trouble drawing the line between sex workers all the time? When everybody have a blog, I had to limit my blog rolls to penetration sex, while keeping entries on my old blog rolls. Some ex call girls who turned into something else caused more confusions because I listed them as ex call girls. My thinking was, why bother too much about the line? Seriously they are coming for you all anyway, even porn.

I feel that a lot of sex worker activists are strippers (maybe I'm totally wrong). And in my area, and I would think most areas, strippers do not provide sex. A lot of clubs do not allow touching, and you may at most get your pants wet in many others. I found it puzzling that they identify themselves along side with escorts.

Can I support street walkers? I am always against prostitution in residential areas, if practical everybody should be limited to do it in hotels. So I can't support SW's around residential areas and can't support residential incalls. I have seen over the world less desirable buildings being taken over by sex workers, when underprivileged families have to rub shoulders with patrons. Now I heard in the news a short while ago that desirable trendy flats in London are at risk too.

That's my principle. But I have no trouble going to incalls in nice quiet neighborhoods, and that neighbors aren't staring at you. Because making laws exactly what you wanted without loophole is difficult.