Crossing the line

Once upon a time, my beginner's luck was running out.  Ripoff after ripoff.  The more reviews I followed, the more money I put in, the further away was the teen model look that I was used to.

Then I came across Helen's picture in some unusual places.  Not an ounce of overweight.  Slim with great legs.  The silky long hair and the glasses closed the deal.  If I go for something like this in an ad, it must be a ripoff.

Helen was a struggling porn star, temporarily available for escort.  It was probably true.  If she wasn't needing to pay the rent, she would have preferred to do plenty of her other things, like writing, porn scripting, AIM counseling. 

I can't possibly drive all the way to Studio City so I paid good money for her to meet me in my local Hilton.  The room bell rang.   With great expectation and anxiety, what did I found?  At the peep hole, I saw the classic ripoff posture!  Hand high up resting on the door after knocking, and supporting her full body as if she was tired.  Head looking down, body bending down a bit, legs spread, lowering her body.  Long hair blocking all her face.

There are more to these postures, like ready to push in given half the chance.  But the main thing is that I can't see any of her face.  She was wearing full track suit and running shoes, which was rather unusual.  So I couldn't see any of her because of her loose outfit.

Luckily she had great abs.  I think she unzipped her track suit top just before she ranged the bell.  Because of her posture, I can't even see what bra she was wearing.  But I can see her awesome abs.  I'm sure she worked hard for it, but absolutely nothing muscular.

I opened the door for her.  It was some other beginner's luck.  Her hair was not as long but I didn't notice or care much.  Her legs was just as great in the picture and even better.  The picture was probably old, in her teens, so now in her late twenties she grew slightly more meat.  So her legs were sexier in person.  For the same reason her butt was awesome. 

By this time she was undressed down to her throng.  I could see the porn star treatment she gave herself on her body.  Natural plus hard work and great care.  Almost flawless.  But perhaps due to some hormone treatment, her face is far from perfect, and she couldn't apply lots of makeup to cover it up.  She looked like thirty something plain house wife.  But to be fair, I remembered that there was a current picture of her like this in her website.  So I can't blame her.

So she was standing straight, awesomely semi naked in her thong and her bare feet.  She was very sexy like that and she knew it.  But the reason her feet was cut off from the picture because it wouldn't look good.  Her feet wasn't that small.  But they wasn't big enough for me to notice, and her great legs distracted me anyway.

She knew how to read people, like most escorts.  She asked if she should take off her thong, or leave it like that.  Of course not.  The plan was to keep her thong on like that in the picture.  I saw her bottomless picture on her website.  It wasn't bad but my plan was for her to keep her thong on.

She was a she-male or TS porn star.  At the time I still didn't like hard core porn because I didn't like watching pennis close up all the time.  For $400 (I think) she looked way better than many well reviewed for the same price.  And without extra I could have anal.

Physically anal gave more bang for your balls, and so does spoon.  But many girls will only allow you at her back side doing anything, only if she knows you well.  And anal is more natural for some positions, like flat on the bed, belly down.

I was that much calculating, and that much open-minded.  Before that I remembered clearly I saw a naked she-male on a TV documentary.  A very beautiful blond "woman" just happened to have a dick, a superior woman on every inch except for that.  Any repulsive feeling vaporized with that perfect body (probably enhanced).  The shock value made me remember that TV scene to this day.

Helen had similar effect on me.  Her face wasn't that pretty.  But feminine.  Together with her soft feminine voice, I felt at ease.  I saw picture of her dick.  I don't like to see any dicks.  It was very considerate of her to leave it on for me.  I couldn't  keep my eyes off her legs.

It was a lesson for for orientation and the female body.  She had great waist and butt.  But her natural "breast" was crap.  I thought I like small chest and even flat chest.  I don't mind them all.  But a female chest is different, no matter how flat.  I though I would like Helen's chest but it wasn't at all stimulating.  It wasn't repulsing but I left them alone after trying to appreciate them.

Then I went on to do the body massage on her, with lips and tongue.  She happily turned over to the massage position, face down.  At $400, her flawless backside was a bargain.

After checking out all over her backside, I concentrated on her butt.  I was lying between her spread legs, face on her butt.  So bouncy it could be fake but I doubt it very much.  She didn't even have fake breast yet.

I wasn't into any rimming yet.  I kept on kissing her butt, moving her thong aside when it's obstructing.  Then I moved further and further down between her legs, into her G-spot, pulling her thong aside all the way.  I spread her legs wider and wider and she was very cooperative.

All of a sudden, some strange urge and craving overcame me.  I moaned, or so I remembered.  It was like rimming that girl for the first time.  She put her ass right into my face.  It was so attractive that all of a sudden I lost any inhibition.  Then I kissed, licked, and couldn't have enough of her ass at the time.

I might not be vocal, but I felt like moaning when my tongue dug more and more between her legs, in the delicate areas, dangerously near her balls.

All of a sudden, I lost all inhibition.  I pulled down her thong and turned her over.  I couldn't bear it anymore.  If I lose appetite and my $400, so be it.

I surprised myself again.  I don't even like big bad cocks in porns.  But I liked what I see.  I told you she took care of herself well, every inch of her.  She had a clean cut head, pinkish.  Her whole shaft was pale and you could easily see that it was flawless too.  She was also perfectly shaved with pinkish balls.

It was more than that.  My considerable oral stimulation made her erect.  Her cock wasn't that thick, so it wasn't intimidating.  It was pinkish cute.  But she was longer than me, about eight inches maybe.

So it was like a long carrot dangling right in front of my face.  Rather than repulsed by it,  I get closer to examine it more.  I couldn't resist to kiss her cute pink head a little.  Then I nibbled and sucked a little here and there.  And sooner than you think, I put her head into my mouth and sucked like in a porn movie.  I couldn't believe it.

After I recovered from the trance, I remembered what I came here for.  I came to fuck her ass.  Cooperatively she turned over, back to the massage position with her legs wide spread.  Before that she carefully on the cover for me, and double checked.  She was from AIM after all.

At 5'7, she was about the perfect size.  With high efficiency, my downward thrust got transferred into her ass, and became good resistive force against my cock.  If her lower body was too small, you couldn't get deep inside in that face down position.  If her lower body was bigger, it became a hindrance to penetration.

After I came, we talked a bit.  Very relaxed because she knew I was totally into her, every bit, except perhaps for her breasts.  She regretted to drive all the way to me.  The traffic was horrible that I warned her before.  I thought she knew better.  But she didn't.  She welcomed me to her Studio City flat any time, and it would be only $300.

Like a good counselor (AIM), she advised me to practice with cucumber myself before seeing her next time.  It sounded natural at the time because it would be something I would try.  But remember that a moment ago I wasn't even prepared to see her dick!

With hind sight, I think it could be a hint.  I think she wanted to fuck me there and then.   Because I clearly remembered that before we said goodbye, she had difficulty putting her erect cock back into her tiny thong.  It would be a comfortable thing to do if she fucked me.   But women and she-males alike, she couldn't just offer an extra fuck for free.  Even for regulars they have to find a good reason to offer deep discounts, so they may be able to hold the normal price when they no longer need to offer discounts.

I learned a few things.  That sexual orientation can be discovered, but can't be changed.  I am only attracted to a woman's breasts, no matter how flat they are.  Even if they are beautiful enhanced, they have to fit in with the rest of the body.  I understand oral fixation.  I probably have one.  But it has to be a beautiful woman plus a beautiful cock.  A beautiful feminine woman is so much more important that I don't care much about cocks, with or without.  And I still haven't practiced with cucumber, thought I have no problem with the idea of being fucked by a beautiful "woman".

I didn't see Helen again because of the traffic.  And because I was afraid that I would be addicted and spent a lot of money; same threat for any escorts.

Much later, I did try to find someone else to repeat the Helen experience.  After disappointments, I came to the conclusion that it's much easier to find a beautiful woman without any extra.  And I'm perfectly happy with that.  Until a pretty picture pops up, that reminded me of Helen.

Once I see the beautiful picture of another, and met her.  It was far from ground shaking as the first time, but she was OK, may be even prettier than Helen.  And since she had a good size cock, I thought of asking her to fuck my other "girl friend" together.  I wanted to see my "girl friend" all sweaty after multiple orgasms.  But I hate to see other naked men, or their cocks.  So I though of her, even though I have to pay her as well.

But she turned me down flat.  That reinforced what  I learned, and busted a few urban legends.  A real she-male, not desperate in need of money, do not like girls.  They naturally like men, and they like to be a woman, but they also like their cock.  Any other combination will not be logical.  Apply the law of natural selection, if they don't like to be a woman, they will be homosexual, isn't it?  Any pre-op, post-op classification is a joke.  Some are indeed a woman trapped in a man's body.  I have a friend that went through the operation to become a total woman at middle age, and I had no idea knowing "him" for decades.  Real she-males are happy with their cocks, and proud of them.  They are not going to get rid of it any time soon.

Things you wish you had done

Things you wish you had done, and things you wish you hadn't done too much.  Prostitution fits the bill.

One can't see too much hookers.  Your cash and "stamina" are both limited.  I don't consider myself an addict and I wouldn't know otherwise.  The total do adds up.  But the trick is - maintain a total to deter yourself from doing it too much, if any more.  Or,  do it with self control and don't look back, nor the balance sheet.

If you can eliminate prostitution, that would have been eliminating a lot of my therapies, and happy memories.

There are just so many, and this one didn't come to mind first as the most memorial one.  But I can talk about this.

I took a risk on her as she does outcall only.  Her pictures are definitely her own, with her face on it, modeling her swimsuit.

Her entrance made it worthwhile.  She drove right up to my room.  She got out, wearing a short skirt, something like a tennis skirt, a tight, sporty halter top, a pair of sporty sunglasses, and a pair of unmistakably stripper shoes.  I didn't know why she pick those shoes.  Without them, she is just like a 19 year old girl going out for shopping or anything else.

I think she was still 19, but instead of her skinny model pictures, she grew a little more meat.  I couldn't stand the heat and my cock started working on it's own immediately.  Also, she was wearing a sport bra or just a simple cotton bra.  When I started to undress myself, letting my hard cock out, she took hers off in no time.  All natural.

Her price wasn't modest.  She wasn't doing it full-time, and outcalls don't make you a lot of money in a short time.  But she is a very modest person.  I think she had at least a couple of months training and seen it all.

I don't remember much, as usual, but it can be said that I had something in my hand, or hands, or in my mouth all the time.  I was caressing something, kissing something, or occasionally (I hope) licking something.  She was very cooperative all the time.  So I knew she would be a good girl when I told her to get into my favorite positions at the edge of the bed, with me standing up.

I remembered the condom overflowed.  She told me after I came, added in a few more jerks to make sure every last drop came out, and rested in the warm and moist host for a minute or two.  Then she asked me to get off her politely and apologetically and checked the condom.  She was right.

After taking a shower and brushing her teeth (!), we chatted.  She started about her nose, her weak point.  I told her the truth that I think she is pretty, but what I didn't tell her is that, even with a perfect nose job, I had better, so really it doesn't matter.

And she was going to expand her wardrobe at that direction, which obviously worked.

New year resolutions

Yes, I'm fashionably late.

Helping people - I will still be writing something, elsewhere if not much here.  Suddenly I though of sugar babies.  You can have a lot of useful information if you open your eyes (and open your labels).  If you only listen to sugar daddies and other sugar babies, it's like let trusting the captain and crews of the titanic.  [stepping down of the soapbox]

Drink enough red wine.  My belly is growing to a state that I have difficulty buttoning my pants.  It all started when I switched to beer because an alcohol free version is pretty good.  My belly didn't shrink when I went back to red.  I can also be a guru here.  If you have one kid with perfect body mass index, it's by chance.  More than one you can be a guru.  But probably it's genetics.  For the same reason, but different subject, I should have gone back to their private pre-school and demand a multi-year endorsement contract dating back to when they were there.

Mrs Player sees the world a bit.  She mostly sees young, tall, big breasted, leggy girls, a bit threatening to her ego.  She fought back in her own way.  One day I saw her standing right next to my beautiful kid.  You will wonder why anybody will care about age or younger girls or the size of breasts.

When I manage to button up my pants, I still got hits from all sides.  Modestly dressed girls in their twenties looking for similar thinking men.  But I dressed modestly because I don't want to attract attention at my age.  Otherwise they will turn covertly hostile or out-rightly hostile after they have the chance to check my ID.  And of course single mothers, divorcees, teachers and even a cute headmistress.  I can all be in my head though.

And I will be going into the net, with nettops and netbooks.  I would have a true netbook and a true nettop many years ago.  My "netbook" was only used to surf the net in bed and for my kids to play games.  They broke it and we have no use for it.  They are bad in bed and bad for games.  I hate to carry around something unnecessary that I could leave behind, like my ring and watch.  The player syndrome?

I'm the one who upgraded from Windows 95 to Windows XP and still refusing to upgrade to anything.  I upgraded because of Movie Maker that came with it.  Now I can't do anything worse without Windows.  There's not much to upgrade on the hardware side either - the net is the bottleneck.  It would be a true Linux nettop if not for Mrs Player who is a pain in the ass when asked to do something differently.

This time the difference is that Mrs Player will approve of the sexy net-whatevers instead of my junks, and I can have as many as I like, and she can have more shoes.  Indeed, inspired by my kids' dentist, I may be mounting a decent over the top monitor in the bathroom, and mount a nettop to go with it.  What I want to do with a computer in the privacy of the toilet?  Go figure.

I'm sure not ALL my apps can be done via a nettop.  But for everything else, there is Amazon.  It's even free for a whole year.  I can use a faster OS on my nettop and start anything else on Amazon when I need to.  I can have a much bigger free hard drive without losing sleeps. Why you want to play with more junk machines in the cloud?  It's better than washing the heat sink.  And my skins are too delicate for the huge power supply.

My kids have moved in a way.  I'm totally fed up with satellites and cables.  I got rid of them all.  I got the idea when my little kid tried out Netflix all on her own in a game box.  The motion sensor is a super remote control that any kid can use like a professional channel surfer.  So all the other boxes other than the TV and all the buttons are gone.  It takes a while, if ever, for the old Movies to have HD.  But they don't care that much.  The advantage is, when they can watch anything anytime, they don't.  Me neither.

Louisiana’s ‘Crime Against Nature’ Sex Law

I got it from Maggie, and added it somewhere in Wikipedia, where you can read about it from the links.  I have seen that the pro-prostitution camp is there already and catching up.  From my experience, for those not familiar with it, Wikipedia is effective because of SEO, especially if you put details of how people foul up under their own names.  You can make up any topic, like discrimination against prostitutes in politics/xxx, trafficking and prostitution, but the catch is, it's like a literature/book review.  You need multiple reliable sources, who is supposed to be unbiased and do fact checking like good newspapers, talking specifically about the topic. Otherwise anything goes until edit wars start.  It's fun if you are a good (fast) writer and passionate about it above anything else - like a celebrity, you can pick many courses to fight for.  I fail on both counts.

The law itself is defining what is nature, which is against nature.  Nature defines itself.

You may have noticed that they went after Backpages after Craiglist.  The one they use this time is a 13 year old - domestic child trafficking.  The points I don't argue is that I probably agree.  The point is, if you don't call a spade a spade, you will end up having something like the British libel law, and you will have a hard time "reforming" it.

She is a chronic run-away with severe drug problems.  She has a family that wants her back.  It doesn't help her much if you eliminated prostitution.  She will probably end up like other boys who are not prostitutes.  Armed robbery is a possibility, just saying.

I can represent myself, many in the forums I read, and the area around me.  A lot of men looking to have sex with children via Backpages is very misleading.  Drug addicts are the worse choice according to the bible of prostitution (written yet?).  Underage are untouchables in US, particularly in some states, if you possess anything or have any future.  Prostitution advertisement are about misleading.  If you put up a very young drug addict photo, you are telling most men not to come.

The fact against advertisement is that, johns know how to read trafficking ads that law enforcements do not.  This is dumb and weak.  Ads cannot be eliminated and crushing the big ones only sweep things under the carpet.

As far as I know, most transactions here occur in high security apartments, hotels/motels, and if you are adventurous, your hotel or home.  Anyone else in the apartment, hotel are severe red flags.  And drivers will probably kill you.

If you actually do any experiments, any pictures slightly too good for the price will invite a lot of johns, and too good to be true pictures will invite endless streams of clueless johns.

Yesterday my cell phone froze.  It took some abuse but nowadays they can't break that easy. It dawned on me that it was the sim card inside - the two-in-one sim card.  I cut the extra bit of two standard sim cards and put them into the tiny holding space in the 2-in-1.  That's how I hide a secret line in my phone.  Even though I hardly need this secret number, I never attempt to do anything about it because I know it will be trouble.  I know because I cut the sim cards.  It's a pretty bad job. I also avoid any reason to touch that sim.

Actually the secret line never had any great value to it.  I gave my phone number to Chanel long ago before I had any secret number to give it out to.  I never gave her any other numbers because I actually like to know when she called and to consider responding.  The secret number is normally in answer phone mode.  And she's pretty easy to deal with, cause she seems to have more to lose than me.

I met her at the time when she first set herself up in the classic way - a Beverly hills area code (that doesn't mean anything), a Cityvibe advertisement, and even a video to go with it, because she was photogenic.  She didn't make it.  She couldn't hold good clients like me, even thought she wanted to, and I liked her and gave her chances.  All she attracted was trouble and maybe stalkers.

I ran into her again when my agent called me to introduce me to a new girl that he had.  Now she wasn't after big money. She worked part time just to get pocket money.  Indeed she only worked once a week, and not even every week.  The agent will arrange enough of his clients to meet her that day, so she can return to her normal life on the other days.

This kind of agent will also do some screening - which type of guys she wouldn't see.  All his clients are supposed to be reasonable, not like newbies with impossible expectations and demands.  But in fact, sometimes when I response to an ad, the agent basically told me to pretend that I am his regular.  But that's not too bad, because only regulars know where to find the obscure ads.

It's relative easy job for her because she didn't need to provide much service.  But she didn't get much money either.

I was happy to see her, but she wasn't.  She tried to be emotionless.  Perhaps it's a bit of humiliation being found like that - instead of, say, in a Beverly Hills hotel.  Perhaps she's just sad because I will never pay her what I paid her before.

At the time I barely know how things work.  So I called her Beverly Hills number, but it was no more.  I tried my agent and there seemed to be trouble tracking her down.  I think she ducked out of it.  Of course she freelance the other days when she didn't go to "work".  Of course she cherry picked her own clients, like she said, a few is enough, considering that she lived with her mother, and that she could already have her rich boy friend and super gold card at the time.

I am not sure why she avoided me.  Maybe it's some sort of blackmail.  You can't see me for that price, and for that price I don't need you, anybody will do.  Maybe she wanted to avoid any possibility of humiliation.  She's not going to compromise her pride, for that price.  Maybe she didn't want me to feel pity or sorry for her.

Whenever I "visit" my agent, that's every week, I would ask for her, but that's not necessary, I'll settle for any good ones.  Soon she came to her senses, or may be our agent put enough pressure on her.  Again she tried to be as routine as possible, no smiles.  You ask for it and you get it, her way.  Whenever I asked her to change position she hesitated, to the point of point blank refusal, but cooperated anyway.  The maximum position was two.  I knew she treated me a little differently.  Because from the intelligence community she behaved rather good, at least with smiles, when she wanted to seduce new regulars.

I gave her a big tip, and that she was worth that much to me, without doing much.  I asked her number and she gave it to me, still no smiles nor any emotions.  That was a real number, actually her only number, for family, friends and may be a few clients.  She didn't setup a work number, and there's too much trouble to handle two lines simultaneously. 

I called her later but found out that her freelance price is a lot different.  I'm welcomed to see her on her working day for incalls.  For outcalls on any other day is going to cost me more.  So I put her on the special occasion category.  I don't enjoy she doing her routine at work.  If I wanted to have her all for myself, I can call her any time, when I am willing to pay the extra.  Once I asked her to come to my house, when I had the house all to myself.  She was happy that I though of her first, but tried to make a killing.  It didn't work out mostly because her timing and sense of direction didn't impress me.  I had better anyway.  There was no hard feelings.

So she also had my only number.  I wasn't setup to have a secret number.

At the end I saw her regularly.  She had other things going, even a rich boy friend, but she just can't refuse the extra pocket money, whether she needed it or not.  She kept a few clients and made sure that they saw her at least monthly. Going out for an "early lunch" or going for a "long lunch" was no big deal for her.  Not even being sucked like a vacuum cleaner, because she didn't need to do anything with someone she found repulsive.  Now try to eliminate that demand and supply.

My wish list

Talking about wish list, here is my quick list.

Hair salon gift card for her.  Chanel has high volume long hair, good looking wet or dry.  But one day I saw her in a volume-less style (a long story) and I wished to see her in that again.  You got to have a website for clueless men to pick something in their price range.  You can upload photos and mock up a suggested hair style on the card.

On the other end, nail salon gift card for her.  Same as above but this time a mandatory style and service.  Some nails are just too fancy - may lead to food poisoning.

Organic, food grade body moisturizer lotion.  Selected flavor like tuna.  Again not for me, unless someone wants it.

Dynamic wish list, as in schools, you put what you need most on top.  It can be expensive items and accept pledges like fund raising, or accept gift cards.  It can be simple items that you need to stock up in your fantasy wardrobe.  It can be your next beauty salon trip.  Bleaching or even cosmetic jobs, endless potential but impractical without enough fans.

Good as cash telephone payments.  A guy walks into a bank and take out one grand cash.  I always can't think of anything else you can use that for.  And you have to spend the money quick or hide it safely before anybody find out at home.

Mail drop off point for gifts.  Some gifts need to be exact, and there's the expectation of opening something unknown.  But buy it online, get it delivered, carrying it to the rendezvous point, and carry it home - just too much hassle and impractical.  It's nice if there's a proxy delivery address for the gift recipient instead of my own mailbox.

Disposable fashion line, eatable better.

I know cash tips is good, frequent visit is better.  But practically, if you want to spend something less than $20, or something between $20 and $40, etc, gifts can fill the gaps.  The cheapest gift on the list will always be appreciated.  The more expensive gifts will not be wasted if it's on the list.

The brothel

I always wanted to open a brothel, a virtual one that I don't need to do much in order to own a brothel.  After it rained seven days and seven nights, I did it out of boredom.

It's called Escorts 360, because it existed now on Facebook as a serious of pages beginning with that name.  You can type that in the search box and they may turn up.  Because it's a collection of "pages", so it can also be called a magazine.

Basically the magazine is the extension of what you see on my blog, the falling panels and all that. Each page is a combination of feeds with different themes.  Basically the magazine is a direct reflection of what I read  in my Google reader.  I always wanted to share it and read it myself in a more interesting way.  I always wanted to mock up a magazine like the wall paper on Facebook (try the tab), but I can't do that without leaving identity traces to find hosting or register my mobile number.  Facebook pages are far from what I wanted but it's painless and effortless.  You can pick the pages you like without putting up with the others.

All contents are automatically generated, except for the Editor's pick.  The Facebook term of use isn't too bad, banning only porn, but not necessarily nudity.  That's one way to op out without disabling your feed. Also, escorts are universally legal, hence avoiding the arbitrarily enforced policies of Facebook.

My complete blog feed appears under the name Thomas Playor.

The anti-model - My Holiday present to some of you

Notice her extra fat tissues all over.  But the essential fat tissues turns out quite sexy in the videos.

The library (non) incident

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The Client 9 Conspiracy

The rape charges against Julian Assange has been reported and analyzed in some detail by Reuters.  I didn't read it first because I didn't search for it, knowing that it dubious and doesn't really matter to Wikileaks itself.  Now that I have read it, I really think it will affect tourism somewhat, a tiny bit?  I have seen at least one rape counselor made comments defending Julian.

The reason I mentioned Glenn Beck's defense of Assange because Beck hated him.  Beck brought up some interesting conspiracy theory regarding several sex scandals.  Eliot Spitzer went after AIG and subprime lending.  He was blocked by the banks' lobbying.  Then the prostitution scandal broke out.

How he was exposed I did not research.  But honestly, all of America is using basically a don't ask don't tell policy.  If nobody complains, LE do not normally go after prostitutes and clients.  If nobody make waves, LE would not have gone after Craig's List.  Exceptions are, eg, election times when LE actively pick some visible targets and do some clean up.

Conspiracy cannot be proved at present time, otherwise it is not conspiracy.  But Spitzer did go after the banks, and he did lost his job because of prostitutes.

For the implications look at Iceland, which is bankrupted by the banks, because the regulators are in bed with the bankers.  Iceland is so friendly with Wikileaks that their parliament summon the local head of Visa asking why they dropped Wikileaks, and probably go after the credit companies in some way.

So if prostitution is legal, we might just have avoided a global financial crisis.  And if prostitution is going to be legal, we will not go all the way like Iceland, until everybody can see what's wrong with illegal prostitution, even Melissa Farley.

Spitzer may not be that hypocritical.  I enjoy commercial sex from time to time but I do not recommend anyone to do sex work.  The odds are not that great and I didn't write too much about the obvious.  Like many clients and escorts, Spitzer may not see his high price hookers as prostitutes, or being a social problem.  He probably meant it when he said he would crack down on prostitution, but his hookers do not count.

The new (few days old) Wikileaks documentary.

Now will you work for pencils?  Not sex work related.  You can donate pencils to low income families without paying for it.  Click on the upper left corner.  It only takes a short time, and somewhat interesting too if you like new things.

Anti human trafficking hypocrite - US State Department

From the Wikileaks obtained diplomatic cables (released and screened via 3rd party I suppose), we know that US security contractor DynCorp involved in child prostitution.  The fact is, Afghanistan nationals were prosecuted.  The cable called for the US state department to cover it up to protect the reputation of DynCorp, whose involvement in child prostitution became "the help of procurement of little boys for a tribal dance".  So the trafficking before that, the abuse and rape after that were all blamed on Afghans?

Ironically, the US State Department confirmed all these and more at, of all the places, the State Department trafficking 2010 report for countries.  Afghanistan got a grade of tier 2 watch list.  One of the traffickers in Afgan, as the United States State Department wrote "foreign security contractors". 

Who paid for these foreign security contractors like DynCorp?  People like the Embrey Family, Helen Hunt, Melissa Farley, and all the other US citizens.

 US should get a tier 4 - fail - for not doing anything whatsoever.  And this is a repeated offense.

Back in Bosnia in 1999, US policewoman Kathryn Bolkovac was fired from DynCorp after blowing the whistle on a sex-slave ring operating on one of our bases there. DynCorp's employees were accused of raping and peddling girls as young as 12 from countries like Ukraine, Moldova and Romania. The company was forced to settle lawsuits against Bolkovac (whose story was recently told in the feature film The Whistleblower) and another man who informed authorities about DynCorp's sex ring.

Again the US did nothing.  It's a civil suit.  Was there an investigation?  Anybody at DynCorp convicted?

From the documentary by Frontline, people campaigning against the practice in Afgan got stone walled.  Nobody wanted to talk about it.

There are many supporters of Wikileaks, prominent people, journalists, academics, whatever.  If you want to donate sure you can search for it.  The simple way is to sign a petition - this one is pretty good, over 400,000 in a day or so.

Attacking the attacker is a classic move when you are desperate.  Julian Assange is not Wikileaks and we don't need to go into that.  But the case is intriguing.  He got a unlikely defender - Glenn Beck!.  Even if he didn't present so many publicly known facts, he deserves your confidence for defending what he claimed a "dirt bag".

Talking about the Swedish model (of prostitution legislation), there's another Swedish model regarding rape.  Woman number one held a party in honor of Julian the date after she was "raped" and introduced him to woman number two.  If you watch what Glenn said, I doubt if you even want to be a tourist there. 

Texas company "helped pimp little boys to stoned Afghan cops"

In the Houston Press, an extensive blog post untangling an alarming story from the state department cables: "another horrific taxpayer-funded sex scandal for DynCorp, the private security contractor tasked with training the Afghan police," and apparent proof that the company procured male children for bacha bazi ("boy-play") parties.
The story boils down to this: this company, headquartered in DC with Texas offices, helped pimp out little boys as sex slaves to stoned cops in Afghanistan.

How to remove anal hair

I didn't know I have anal hair until I started trimming my balls.  I shaved lower and lower, between and behind my legs and the hairs were still there.  I could use a mirror and shave it clean but I DO NOT want to look at my ass.  And unless you use laser, the hair will keep coming back, meaning that I have to look at my ass in the mirror from time to time.

I only remember one semi-pro girl who have some hair around her asshole.  You can only see the hairs if you do a close up, but because of it she wouldn't want me to go near her ass.  Is it rare or all girls remove their anal hairs using laser?

I stumbled upon a battery operated trimmer.  They didn't say what it's for but one attachment is for nose hair.  If you ramp it into your noise and it doesn't hurt, you can use it for your ass.  Anyway, all the attachments are tiny and you can touch and move across your skin without hurting.

The funny thing is, if you put the cap on, it's like a pocket rocket.  So I have extra entertainment while shaving.  Just don't insert into anything.

Why remove anal hair?  Sometimes I got lucky.  When I'm familiar with someone, one day I would remember to check their asses.  If they are irresistible I'll rim them.  Sometimes they will return the favor as a present surprise.  I don't want anything to get in the way.  I don't usually look for that as a service menu item.  It will be a bit mechanical and will you GFE her?

The reason I stumbled upon a trimmer is because I gave everybody a hundred dollar hair cut.  Typically people see their hairdresser monthly, for half an hour depending on the amount of work.  It's me who's doing the cutting so it's not like $10 an hour labor.  I finish each cut up to a few days, lasting from a few minutes to an hour.  So the total labor will be expensive.

The reason I gave everybody hair cuts is because I figured out, or learned how to cut my own hair with style.  I hate to go to salons or barbers since I was little.  The result?  Castle cross ex-seal for myself.  Beckett cross porn star for my kids.

During the long holidays, my kids have nothing much to do and asked to ride the transformer (convertible).  I have to brag about it - we are in the Northern Hemisphere but we let the top down (transformed) in winter, at speed, sometimes illegal.  Another thing is the gas price - it's still nothing compared to Europe and Asia.  It's indeed a cheap thrill.  With all the expensive hairs flowing in the wind we were a sensation when we stopped at the gas station.

For the family dinner something unusual happened.  Free Cartier watches are no more, not even free watches.  I got a free turkey that is hard to refuse.  I also got some wedding surplus as a thank you gift.  It's a pretty good bottle of wine so it stayed at the table - but we have to put up with the bride and groom's picture on the bottle.  These were something extra to be thank you for I suppose.

Not that I like to watch Castle much.  I'm not even motivated to watch Chuck.  But surprisingly it brought back nostalgia - guys from Quantum Leap, James Bond, Terminator, are all there.  It's good to turn into vintage sometimes - many of you aren't old enough to know what I'm talking about.  On top of that, do you know what Sara has to do to keep my attention?  Victoria's secret model, massage as in a massage parlor, dress like Laura Croft, fight like Bruce Lee.  I can recognize a few classic fight moves that I done know where it comes from.  But she played a scene that is straight from Apocalypse Now.

You know you are coming of age when you are overloaded with classic TV and movie flashbacks.  The intersect is burning out ...

Buying and selling sex online

I still have many hits on this topic.  And I can do better than this.

To look at where escorts advertise and where clients read, go to theeroticreview.com.  Disclaimer: I don't endorse it and didn't ask you to read the reviews.  But it gives you good statistics of where the advertisements are, and obviously these advertisements are answered.  It's big enough that small and large cities are covered, all the way up to Shanghai!

You will find that for national coverage (and international as well), cityvibe seems to be most popular.  Eros follows.  Of course in some cities and regions the order is reversed.  Cityvibe has more fancy stuff and adapted more to visiting escorts.  But cityvibe has  two sections, one for the traditional advertising and here we are not talking about the one for classified that is a copy of craigslist.

In your home base, or if you are a visitor with time in your hands, get to know your local scene.  Eg, myredbook is advertising, classified, review/discussion board, and massage parlors all in one in San Francisco.  With this model it never went too far out of SF with any scale.

There are sites that look like a combination of agencies or listings or advertising.  If they are popular and appear in the local boards, they don't need to advertise anywhere else.

There are local versions of TER with more detailed reviews, and more drama.

Every site has it's characteristics.  If the escorts look right for you and if the price is right, you can sell sex there or buy sex there.

For the classified the Craigslist replacement is Backpages and Cityvibe classified.  I think CV is free unless you go featured, while BP starts at $5.  It's true that your advertising budget reflects your fees, but your quality doesn't.  You got ripoff anyway if you have no idea.  Many escorts advertise in traditional malls and classified.  Some charge two different prices but some are consistent.  The problem with traditional malls is that for traveling escorts, you have to call them up to move your ad whenever go are on the move.

As for the reviews, if you can make good use of the Amazon reviews, you will be OK.  Amazon also has many self reviews, fake reviews, conflicting reviews.  The overall rating is not very useful because for example 7 out of 10 people are so dump that they should buy the more expensive version to get the job done.

Prostitution for stress relief

I wrote on the subject of prostitution and therapy.  It is therapeutic.  You can argue that a ball game is just as therapeutic.  But civilization is about variety, adding things that do not yet exist, which serve some useful purposes.

Imagine a world without happy ending - and most of the adult population in the English speaking world knows what I mean.  At the end of a long massage, you can walk out and do a lot of other things, including patronizing escorts that I sometimes do.  But happy is a popular ending.  Very therapeutic.

Women who go to day spas will understand.  I have been told women also ask for pussy rubs from masseuses.

It's good entertainment, therapeutic, all harmless natural fun, and yet it's illegal.  Make a checklist of the top 10 arguments against it and most are controversial at best.

Now let me explain where my stress comes from and why prostitution is a good relief. 

An individual can usually cope with stresses on him because otherwise he would have exploded.  But some people don't acquire this skill - typically your spouses.

Specifically some people don't think rationally.  In the open society these people will normally be crushed into pieces in no time unless they have a sheltered life - including sheltered by their own talents.

Authors observed that some people behave rationally on the outside but they behave irrationally when it comes to relationships.  If you treat me nice I can be your Bonnie. 

Selective rationality isn't rationality at all.  They just use logic when it suits them in winning arguments.

So, some people do not have the mechanism to due with their own stresses.  They relay the pressure onto other people, typically spouses.  It's not like coping with twice the stress, but it's a downward never ending spiraling.  The pressure will be on as long as you can cope.

I don't need to praise the people that do a great service for mankind.  They know that.

I need to say that the demand abortionists are nuts.  They said something like it's not important for researches to disclose findings that oppose their views.  (Quotes from Laura's blog?)  I don't know how their spouses cope with the stress.

Size matters - it's official (brain related)

Some time ago, I read an article from my blogroll that male brain sizes are a few percentage bigger than females on average.  Another reports that many detained in jails have a mental condition, and females are twice as much (in ratio only, I hope).   So, do you believe me now what I'm going through?

The article also says that more significantly is how the brains are wired.  The female brain is significantly different - which explains that they are better in multi-tasking (and you have no idea how this word is so dreadful to me).

You probably want to browse another website at this point, such as the devil not in disguise anymore.  You have been warned.

Man don't ask for directions.  They read maps.  (Or drive around endlessly with a wrong map in their head.)  Previously I agree that some people are better at visual, others verbal.  But it is deeper than that.  Verbal people are overwhelming female, they just can't say this in corporate training.

Directions make you stupid.  Or, you don't gain anything by directions.  If you remember everything correctly, if you didn't make a wrong turn, then you may get there.  Next time you may remember some visual landmarks.  The skills involved are very primitive.

Or may be it's a culture thing.  Females will never think of anything else but ask for directions.  Once I was driving 19 year old Jordan, looking for a special lingerie store in a mall that I have never been to.  I looked at the map briefly before hand.   I was doing fine and on course, but of course there were doubts in every turn.  Once she saw that, she immediately stop a car at the lights next to her, shout out where she wanted to go, and got the directions.

Map reading needs skills.  Even if an explorer has GPS that has his exact location, that's only part of the story.  Navigation GPS have pretty small screens, which do not have the whole picture.  They are just glorified direction givers.  My theory is that - it's equally valid that men's brain is bigger because they exercise them more since childhood.  Say, not asking for directions may contribute half a percent, and all the things that men do and women don't adds up.

By map reading, men are building a super map in their brains.  Previous destinations are like pieces of jigsaws, with new destinations updated all the time.  It's not a simple memory thing as everything is connected - that's how you learn and recall things.  For example, if a female driver is going to miss a freeway (motorway) exit, she will come at you at all cost, whether your car was blocking or not. She has no other way to redress the mistake.  Directions cannot be translated easily once you are off course, not even in the same intersection but different exit.  A male driver will just wait until the next exit.  With a sense of direction developed over time, even with very limited information such as the directions relayed from his wife, he can probably find the destination starting from the wrong exit.

Practically, directions are unreliable.  Complicated directions are easily forgotten or mis-recalled. When you are off course, everything will not make sense at all.  But if you translate the directions into a mental map first, it's much easier to recover and find the alternative route to get there.

On-board GPS is a good thing, and every female should have one.  Again, that doesn't make your brain bigger.  Better safe than clever. 

Women take exactly the same route into and out of a mall, and inside the mall, even though big shopping centers have multiple exits.  They use the same route even though the route is very inefficient for the shops they are visiting.

A long time ago I saw on TV that a man (or his wife) brought a wall clock, but never come round to hang it on the wall, even thought it's a one minute job, or two.

For a multi-tasker, this is unforgivable.  But for problem solvers, you have my sympathy.  I do the same, especially if that's what my wife brought.  Tackling one problem at a time, the tasks are all automatically prioritized.  If you can's solve the first one, sooner or later you are not getting paid, and any other things will be insignificant by comparison.

Multi-tasking is not a bad thing, but the danger is that it can degenerate into "cooking while chatting on the phone", which will not make your brain larger.  You may not devout enough time to crack the most important problem.  You have no priority any more.  You plans becoming filling up the diary.

Have you noticed that in multi-party porn, females always multi-task, while males will do the females one at a time?  Is that a reflection of the reality?  Is that pure physical or brain related?  I do find doubles distracting.  Or, since porns are mostly watched by males, can men not concentrate on more than one woman at a time?

Spies and Cops and Wars

Have you noticed that on TV there are mostly spies, cops and more spies, more cops?  (and lawyers) But the Intersect is obsolete.  You can be a spy and join a war any time you want, for real.

Seconds ago Wikileaks is under attack.  They say it's time to download the encrypted file Wikileaks Insurance.  It's less than 2G.  The most painless way is to install uTorrent.  The torrent download is about 15 min because of the worldwide seeds available.

Whether you are a patriot, don't like the US govt, or just don't like US, your time have come to do something about it.  It's your decision.  If Wikileaks goes down, certainly the password will surface.

The US govt has been hunting down the Founder.  Days ago it cut off donations by threatening the payment processor.  Now it goes after the internet. The last WikeLeaks twit:

WikiLeaks communications infrastructure is currently under attack. Project BO move to coms channel S. Activate Reston5.

I think Sara (Chuck) did the body sculpture thing in between seasons.    She can now do full body close ups with only underwear. She looked a bit fat last season.

Nikita looked great, but just for a little while.  She is too bone dry and skinny.  They even avoid any full body length shots.  Any fighting scenes and sexy scenes are very unconvincing. 

I used to like the girl on Rookie's Blue.  I even watched a few.  But now I can't stand it.  In contrast, the Texas Blond tough cop is rather funny, even though she doesn't mean to be.  Totally unbelievable character and bad acting (it's hard given the script I know).

Guilty? Justice!

My tag-line got an honorary mention at Sara's.  I didn't remember exactly why I picked the current tag-line, perhaps something to do with Spitzer.  But it's an over estimation of me to think that I feel guilty of cheating.  Actually I mostly feel that justice is done.

I suppose guilty means illegal.  Taking drugs is legal while buying sex is illegal.  I'm guilty in that sense.  The guilt campaign that Laura blogged about wouldn't work for me.

Do I feel guilty?  Sometimes.  It's my bank account.  But since I'm entitled to half of it only, the guilt is fractional.

Sometimes I feel guilty of promises that I cannot keep, mostly when I was asked to return.  Usually I was asked because she knew that I would love to.  But it's futile to start something with a two hour round trip in the traffic, or I didn't even live there.  Other times, yes is the easy way out.

Sometimes I feel sorry for the girls for some reasons, such as that she must be very screwed up in some ways for me to meet such a nice girl.  But that's off topic.  Occasionally I feel the guilt of abandoning a friend, even though it may be just a one night stand, or one hour.

Demand Abolition

As reported in this blog, the federal anti-trafficking act failed as in the news.  They attempted to add domestic trafficking to save the day.  It must had failed too, other than banning Craig's List while all other listings are business as usual.  They must had failed because now they started demand abolition, i.e., in order to stop international and domestic trafficking, they are going to remove all demands, another word for abolishing prostitution!

It is back to square one.  I don't see when police aren't going after prostitution, which is all illegal, a federal anti-trafficking office can do to eliminate prostitution.  When prisoners are to be released because of overcrowding, LE is not going after prostitution in any major way unless complains received.

I don't have the patient to read all the trash.  But it was said that porn is a tutorial to prostitution.  So probably they are going to go after porn too, together with strip clubs, and maybe fantasy costume and sex toy stores.  Another Prohibition is coming.  Very recently the MPAA, RIAA are all DDOSed, and so was the firm who boasted that they attacked bit torrent sites.  The British law firm which sent thousands of blackmail letters against copyright infringement is going bankrupt because all their emails are leaked, and there's no reason for anybody downloading porn or else to settle.  The British Porn Industry said they have nothing to do with that.  Good luck.  The US secret service, whose job includes tracking down teenage pranksters, hasn't commented on anything.

Indeed porn may be the enemy of prostitution.  If not for them it will be trivial to find escorts using google.  Now because everyone has whore fantasy, the first 10 pages of search results are all porn.


It's is interesting to follow the money, and see who's behind the new Prohibition.  When school classes are huge, and there's not enough money to hold more prisoners, these foundations still find money to support demand abolition ( in parallel to supporting their on going schools of course ).  Of course there's the federal funded office created for anti-trafficking.  Now they may be going after all prostitutes.

I was wrong that MP's don't use Craig's List.  As I have said, US has huge geo diversity.  In San Fran they use it to advertise, perhaps due to her tolerance as in LA many years ago.  But Red Book has MP reviews long before CL, and now still have them.

Trafficking Advertisement?

Before Craig's List closed down adult services, Backpages has a steady stream of revenue, and Cityvibe is doing pretty good for free.  The latter is better than CL in many ways.  Which makes you doubt about the reason for closing down CL.  Soccer moms don't want to sell their stuffs along with escorts?

Racial profiling has many problems.  Take Koreans for example.  They have hole-in-the-wall drinking places.  They build big churches in the most expensive real estates.  They drive german cars.  They have real LV bags.  But the MP girls have the same things.  You can't tell if you are clueless, especially visiting other cities.

It's a pretty good deal if they work in US MP's instead of back home.  Visa's are pretty easy to come by.  Married, have a job, have a bank account.  There are a lot of alternatives.  You know ageism is pretty serious in the East.  But girls at their late 20's or later, are still very much popular at US MP's.  That's their working holiday.  Boy friend visas are easy too.  For college age girls, a student visa is absolutely no problem.  And language schools are big business regardless of age.

Compensated dating is quite common in the Far East.  Sooner or later they will discover the new silk route.  But because of the law here, you need to be quite mature to deal with difficult customers.  But once in the semi legal San Francisco, when you walk into a brothel on the main street, it looks like a cheerleader team is waiting for you.  Some play the role of cute Japanese porn stars, and play plain exchange students.  For the more mature ladies, they have to look good in a bikini, and they wear just that, right by the main road.

They don't need any coercion.  On the black market, it was reported that smugglers charge $75,000 to smuggle Chinese to US, and $40,000 to EU.  It doesn't make sense to compete with the freelancers.

There are more organized forms of prostitution, but as a rule they don't advertise.  My estimation is that they are bigger than CL and all escort malls combined in terms of man-hour, pun intended.  But still, they are still remotely related to trafficking.

The karma of anti-trafficking has already appeared.  If you lock up prostitutes in far away countries, and interfere with aids-work, who suffers?   You are driving them aboard where the money is, when the risk is the same.  You look at cityvibe and you will understand.  The theory may be wrong, but who can rule it out?  Also, when you get to know a guy, ask him for his passport.  I doubt if anybody will want you to know where he spent his "tour of the world" in the same few countries.  Not using a condom is stupid, but understandable when he thought he got a demure girl friend.

The real Craig's List

What's the big deal about Craig's List and trafficking?  Many Johns and Janets don't even like it.  TER is only forced to accept reviews of girls advertising on CL.  In the beginning they don't accept it as a valid form of advertising on the net.

Johns don't like not being able to talk back.  Hence the popularity of TER and now the local social networks.

Some hookers view CL as dragging down the price.  Some don't even like Internet in the first place.  In the beginning those compete on lower rates receive hostile phone calls from competitors.

CL served it's purpose and it's not a bad thing to rest in peace.

The majority of CL ads are continuation of the intra-state organized ripoffs.  I have been to some cities where 100% phone book and 100% newspaper classified are ripoffs, organized.  If not, there are independent ripoff artists.

Many hookers do not like to advertise on CL if they don't have to.  Non-newbies know where to find the local social networks, discussion boards, review boards. CL is trouble in comparison.  But of course newbies can be good things too.

You know Disney World tourists took a wrong turn at the airport and got killed.  How many John's will dare to go to the most run down of the city?  The more practical issue.  You have to park your car there.  And somebody knows that you will not come back for 30 minutes or more than an hour.   My friend went to the Embassy(!) in town and he lost a wheel.  Losing the wheel is not the real issue, but why you were there is the issue if you call home for help or call the police.

Here most of the transactions are incalls in hotels, CL or not.  It was CL making it easy for traveling girls, now picking up by the local boards, Backpages, and Cityvibe classified.  When people see conventional advertising they assume that someone will answer the phone.  Without these listings, there will not be these traveling girls and you have to drive a long way for incalls.

Most of these hotel incalls are at hotel clusters, like near the airport.  If you pick a hotel out of the ordinary Johns' may doubt.  And they may not arrive in time.

The next popular meeting places are the best apartment complexes.  You know those guys in TER have so much self importance for $300.  At the cluster of most safe cities, next to the most happy place on earth, they say, "oh, there is not safe".  These are really the best, with all the security, underground closed parking, and one even cannot access without going through a toll road.  It's still a bargain compared to hotels if you have that much business.  Some traveling girls keep one in town and take turn to visit and host.

Even for the not so best apartment, the owners will decorate the house themselves or ask others, so it doesn't look like a whore house.  In the picture frames you can see stock photos of families!  If you walk in, you will feel that it is a private apartment of the girl.  Even if she share it with one other, they will avoid letting you see anything.  It will be highly unlikely to have helpers.

Massage parlors like to be in clinics in medical plazas.  Anyway a nice house/apartment downtown could worth more than one in the suburbs because all the business owners fight for it.

Especially for the parlors in old town, they have fences and CCTVs, perhaps with uniformed guards, or along the main road, to make you feel safer.  Nobody want to lose a wheel with their massage.

Even for the amateurs, they will have a decent gated apartment.  It's hard to find one without a gate.

So it's pretty impossible to hold someone against their will, or not to give them chances to escape.  Most girls will open the door and see you to the door.

I'm sure someone will want to find trafficked girls.  But it's pretty ineffective to find it in CL, in many areas.  If they have a codeword for it, they do not need CL at all.

The other main thing is what you want when you buy sex.  In some cultures it's also called buying smile, as in the Land of Smiles.  The common complain of "she just laid there" may be fitting the profile of being trafficked.  But many willing and able girls started just like that, that men do not want in general.

There are always men who want to satisfy their darker desires.  As far as the investigations go, it's not cheap as in CL.  Pimps / agents are fairly protective even for girls who works because they have a lot of money to repay.  They do not want their goods damaged or diseased.  Dress them nice and put them in a nice apartment and they will do just fine without having to do extra admin work and take extra risk.

There are pimps/agents who advertise and promise you to earn $10,000 in a week, and put you in a large whore house.  But that's another investigation.  Not on CL anyway.

Craig's List vs trafficking

I have read the odd domestic trafficking victim's account.  Before I debunk some of it, Craig's List adult services was closed down.  It's never too late.

The victim:

• kidnaped in front of her home at gun point
• force to sell sex in the most run down part of town
• ran for her life given the chance

Does that deserve the most serious crime squad, FBI task force instead of local vice?  Actually Craig's List is a good lead.  All you need to do is for someone to call the number and find out where to meet.  The most run down part of town and an address not easy to run is a good indication.  (They may give you the run around, but not too far from the location.)

I don't know about your city or county.  The general lawless must be tolerated by politicians and LE.  They just turn a blind eye to that part of the city that nobody cares.  The incompentence of police blame it on CL.

The argument against Craig's List is that without it, the pimp do not have business and hence will not kidnap children.  This is wrong is many ways.  The usual argement is that the pimps will turn to the streets.  It's not any easier to run away in that part of town where no decent person will dare to enter.  If CL is any good, pimps will now know to find somewhere to advertise, Backpages, Cityvibe classfied, or the many classified online and in print.

The irony is that CL is forced to charge by anti-traffickers.  It didn't acomplished anything as predicted.  All pimps need to do is to buy a disposable phone to register an account, and pay for the ad with a prepared credit card.

Spell (and tongue scraping)

Sex work has a lot to do with spell.  It's not exactly addiction.  Sex workers use various way to make you come back for more, for the same girl.  Not so much for main stream escorts, with main stream prices.  Their nets are wide.  You lose some but you easily win someone else.  GFE is a kind of spell.  If you do that you have a lot less competition.

Strippers and masseuse depend on spell more, the lesser "extra" they provide.

In a strip club, I was sitting on a "public" VIP area, on the same bench with other customers.  The stripper next to me sit right on her client's dick, legs around on his back, arms around on his neck.  They speak softly occasionally and he just enjoyed the moments.  I can't see much in the dim lights but she had a nice outline and if her face wasn't up to standard, she wouldn't be sitting face to face.

He must be her regular.  Of course this was also self advertising.  If I returned to the club, who would I ask for?  You don't get anything if you don't invest enough time and money, which is something I am afraid of.  Once the spell works, it's not easy to get out of.  Strippers may go out and go all the way, but with a price.  If that stripper would go all the way, she wouldn't be wasting time sitting on her client's lap.  I'm sure I would enjoy that sort of thing, just like her clients.  But at the end it would not be totally fulfilling.  It isn't worth the investment, well, before you get any spells on you. 

Massage is different.  At least you get a massage.  An escort once hinted to me that a professional one hour massage cost $50 to $100, more in a spa.  Giving you a nice long massage plus fucking just don't add up for the going rate.  I agree.  But I tend to find two girls who are best at their specialty.  Imagine how happy I was when I discovered a secret clubhouse down the road from my fav masseuse's place.

I'm quite afraid of masseuses' spell.  At the end of a massage a client is very vulnerable.  They know how to give you the best view of their face and their hair.  If they want an erection, they know where to push your buttons legally, with you having no options.  If they don't, they know where your floaty air valve is,  and you will never have an erection.  I have done things and girls that I'm not proud of - and that's an understatement.

Once my fav masseuse's place was temporarily closed down by the city.  The city will find any excuse to close them down.  But I wish they provided any extras.  The next door business owner gave me a business card.  The massage parlor's owner also own another "clinic" about 20 miles away, where I worked.  So I tried.

The masseuse came, who looked outstanding.  Tall and slender.  Very long stylish hair.  Better than my fav except for the face.  She never took off her doctor's white coat.  The room was pretty dark.  And she managed to avoid showing her face in one full hour.  Without my glasses I can't figure out how she looked.

Her technique is professional, they all are.  But she didn't want to be there, and I'm sure it was me.  I don't fit her typically client profile so she wasn't motivated.  Middle aged, well to do clients, with love handles to show for it, know how to tip enough.  Without decent tips it's a very miserable job.

The other reason is that young single datable guys are very much potential troubles.  I have seen college guys come to hit these college girls, 19 year old come to hit on 18 year old, etc.  Older guys are more likely to come for the massage only, though hard working pretty girls get all the clients.

The place is so strict that I can't even have the chance to tip her.  She walked out when time was up.  I had to leave the standard issue from the ATM down at the night stand.  I could have saved the money but I might come back, curious to see her face and how she looked with the doctor's coat off.  There's no other places to go anyway, for the massage.

The next time I asked for Christina but the owner wouldn't give her to me.  I knew because I often walk in at the best of times.  Miss Plain came in instead.  It was a big disappointment.  She was so plain that it could have been deliberate.  She is a little small so she could be in high school.  She is very polite, obedience and must be a teachers' pet or parents' dream.  There's nothing sexual about her appearance, hair, clothes, shoes included.  But she isn't ugly, fat, or tomboy.  She is just ... plain.

She is those silent workers who gives 100%.  Maybe she can't compete on other levels.  I couldn't break up a standard ATM bill for tips just because she wasn't that beautiful.  I was happy getting her a few more times.  When I got the spell and ask for Miss Plain, the owner wouldn't give her to me.  Even though her girls are the most trust worthy I have seen, regarding extras, she didn't trust them to me.

Christina came in instead.  Just when I bounded with Miss Plain, the owner tried to break us up.  You have to know why the owner didn't trust her most trustworthy girls.  Christina came in like a different person, giggling, and close the door as if she was locking the door and throwing away the key.

It is one of those times that make you wonder if not wearing the ring is an advantage.  At the least, during the dreadful hour, it gives her the chance to fantasize to have such a boy friend.  Then she could be shopping instead of giving the massage.  Let the other pity girls do the massage.

She gave me decent foot massage - that nobody at her age (and much older) did.  My fav didn't even touch my legs much.  Her killer move was the abdomen press, as if squeezing semen out of your dick.  You have to try it sometime.  I really wanted to show her my erection, but I couldn't.  Maybe I was really really tired, that's why I came for the first place.  Or she knew how to deflate a floaty first, before doing any moves that have sexual side effects.

She respects that I don't talk much, but still trying to strike up some conversation.  It came up something like I am so tired and I feel so good.  She said in a very cute girly amusing voice, "But it's only Monday!".

That's the last time I saw her.  I was afraid that I would be checking into Hotel California, and may never leave.

My fav's parlor reopened after they sort out the legal troubles.  I told Sam that I went to the other place.  She was almost angry.  "They are very good.", she exclaimed, and I know.  Probably they are from the same massage school, and corporate trained by the same owner.  I understand from Sam's viewpoint that I have no reason not to see Christina instead of her.  Worst of all, I worked near Christina, while Sam was at least 20 miles away, much more than an hour's round trip in traffic.  I calm her by saying that I travel a lot, and her place is just a turn off the freeway on my way home.  That's almost true, when I'm seeing other escorts worth seeing, except for Chanel and Emma.

It's a pity that so many nice things hit you all at once.  Caught between Sam and Christina, I hesitated and hesitated, and at the end didn't see any of them any more.  After all, Chanel's spell is irresistible (and unfortunately more expensive).  Going all the way with a pretty girls isn't that unusual.  What irresistible about Chanel is that she does tongue scraping, mutual of course.  But I can't say it's really mutual with her all the time.  She is a natural when it comes to giving you just enough to keep you.  She isn't that calculating, but have that natural instinct.

When she took me for granted, she would stick her tongue out after some DFK, like a little girl making a funny face, without the funny part.  You can scrap whatever you want but don't expect that she would reciprocal in kind.  But when she sensed that her number one position is threatened, she would scrap you back, more suction DFK, more intense nipple sucking, even a little wet ball kissing, but not scraping it.  But she can't even blow well, and you never expect to cum anywhere else except in the condom.

So, if your dictionary don't have tongue scraping, scrap it.

Lindsay Lohan

Don't worry, when there was nothing better on TV, I couldn't stand Prisoner Block H for 30 sec.  No prison fantasy here.

Lindsay has a few things in common with my ATF, Chanel.  They could have everything, yet they screw up big time.  But still they can afford the detour so far.

Chanel's vice is gambling.  She became a hooker to cover her debts because it's not a big deal for her friends who also did it.  Once she did it, it's no big deal and she kept doing it to pay for her lifestyle.

They are about the same age.  And because of who they are, they tend to get along with people older then them, and they tend to act more mature, superficially.

Lindsay and Chanel are not known for their bodies, but they are proportional, sexy, good looking with clothes on and off.  They can't be models and in commercials but I prefer them to Paris Hilton any day.

They once have an angelic face, and no matter how screwed up they are, they still have it.  Chanel looks like she has been in and out of prison, if you compare to Lindsay's pictures.  At the worst of times, I would told myself that's the last time.  It's not bad at all but she had no edge over other hookers.  It came to a point when her looks do not worth putting up with her attitude.  But everything can change for the better all of a sudden if she wants you, or your money.

Chanel always made me do things by looking into my eyes smiling, and move slowly to within an inch of my eyes.  It was most effective when she had absolutely no makeup on.

It's not awkward hanging out with her.  Top of the range sun glasses and high heels make her looks older than she is, standard issues for well to do housewives.  Her favorite clients (who pay well) are all older so she can handle me, except for the occasional nuclear explosion.

I have healthy hair like a 20 year old, and the hair dressers will cut it like a 20 year old.  The little salt and pepper that I treasure will be all gone after a haircut.

I have no railway lines on my forehead.  Mrs Player neither.  I have to research the old pictures of our parents to see if that's genetics or environmental (physical and mental).  It's a sensation at school open day with our kids together.

On vacation my babe magnet in her floaty with half my genes managed to attract a swam of school girls in bikini, flocking to her like moth to fire.  On another occasion a single mother with a better body than Lindsay showed off her body a few feet away from me, slowly and thoroughly rubbing on her sun screen.  I was alone and the pool wasn't that crowded.

Imagine when just me taking my babe magnet out.  People shout her name half a mile away, when I can't even remember her name.  The problem is, I think, I don't wear my ring, using skin problems as an excuse to Mrs Player.  So I never need to take it off for any reasons, will never lose it and get in trouble.  Females who like babies consciously or unconsciously will not mind my instant one.  As long as I can pay for everything, I cannot be the wrong guy it seems.  I will wear my ring starting from the new school year.

Lindsay and Chanel at least have one good point about them.  CD sunglasses, LV bags, Louboutin shoes are no longer their problems.  Lindsay is obviously unfilled, though I don't know if she desires bigger toys.  Chanel is way pass that.  She would just settle for someone she could talk to, get along.  Age is not the issue but still you have to be half as rich as her boyfriend - that's only to replace social security I would like to think.

Furniture sex

Tampon shredded into billion pieces in the sky.  Hundreds of people cumming together, their deafening roar overcame the presence of the many waterfalls around the pool.   I walked into and out of the sauna, which didn't helped.  It was like meditation, but with one purpose only - sex.

Lovely teenagers in bikinis.  There is nothing to see after a few seconds.  There are perfect breasts, perfect bottoms, and perfect legs.  But you get bored in a minute.  Perhaps we are not looking for a perfect sculpture.  Perhaps we are looking for a perfect oil painting.     

A woman took a very short stroll down the pool, as if just to tell her husband that it's time for lunch.  She had the perfect caramel tan, where you could see the brush strokes of the creator, rather than the uniformity of a machine.  She had all the right shapes, and you want to look into her bikini top and bikini bottom to see if there are any sagging or flaws.  She looked good from head to toe.  She could have spent a lot for her above shoulder hair, but it looked housewifie and sexy when wet.  She had a very simple slipper on, but perhaps just as mine, they are sexy and not cheap.  You want to know what it feels like to make love to this woman.  Not so much for Victoria's Secret models, as they don't look that real.

Alone, up in a sky razor, with the only company of the other odd sky razors, you feel lonelier than in any other convention centers.  After depriving myself for the whole day, I did what I am familiar with.

I called an escort.  And I wasn't having sex with furniture, but on them.

For middle class anti-prostitution activists, they cannot ban what they are most threatened by.  Ask any front desk personnel.  From time to time, young girls would bring in clients to business, 4 star, hotels, sign up a room using their own names.  These clients are so afraid of being caught that they may not even tell the girls their real name.  If you pay enough, that's the privileged of not being screened in the usual way.  You cannot tell that the girls are escorts, if not for the fact that they bring in different "partners" every time.  And some college aged girls looked too young that their IDs are checked for their age, to see if they are eligible to pay for a room.

And of course the numerous dancers in the telephone book.  In a decent US city, you can have what you wanted, down to exact eye color and height, being brought to your room in under 30 minutes, for a hundred dollars or less.  But sex is not cheap, and only offered as a favor to you.  The asking price is always a grand, but highly negotiable.  It's not at all expensive, considering that if they charge the TER price, there will be a long line and even longer reviews.

This escort wasn't one of those no-touch dancers.  I'm off those a long time ago.  That's what after you found your ATF (and then lost).  She was down to earth attractive, able to blend in with the vacationers - and that's a big compliment.  She has a face they you would want to look a bit more in the supermarket.  And she looked good in a simple dress, without showing too much of her nice legs.  She got through my door defense as if it was tofu.

"Do you mind mirrors?", I asked when she was settling down, sitting on the side of the bed.  She's hesitating.  It's not so much of the mirror, but what comes with it.  It didn't help when I had to point to the bathroom repeatedly.

From sitting at the edge of the bed, she drew her legs onto the bed.  She smiled at me, meaning that she was going to stay put, not going anywhere.  She was trying to cute her way out.

I got  closer.  Seeing that she wasn't afraid of me, I carried her whole body up, unexpectedly but slowly.  She didn't struggle when I carried her all the way to the bathroom.  I put her down right in front of the huge and thick mirror behind the door.  She did look good.

The light wasn't on, but there was an electronic switch with a dim LED on, for whatever reasons.  I kept it that way, hoping that she would not change her mind.  You can always turn on the lights later.  Still I could take a good look at her, and very romantic, and very naughty like kids playing in the dark.

I held the lower edge of her dress with both hands, and lifted it up in a smooth act.  She hesitated but raised her hands up before the dress got trapped at her arms.  That's about the best that one would hope for, no stretch marks, no cellulite, no obvious (=bad) enhancements, no tattoos putting you off, no sagging and no junk in the trunk.

And before she could think, I held her tiny pantie at her waist with both my thumbs and index fingers.  Then I kneel down smoothly.  There went her pantie and she was naked in front of the huge highly reflective polished mirror, except for her tiny bra, which I decided not worth the time and effort to dismount it, in case she changed her mind about staying put.

All I wanted to do was to kiss her every inch from toes up in front of the mirror.  But unlike some girls, she wasn't at ease.  Instead of standing there calm like a statue on a pedestal, she would twist her ankles, her knees and her waists a little, in reaction to being kissed.  Her biggest sin of all, when I turned her around as if she was on a porcelain making tool that rotates, she refused to let me get right behind her kneeling down.  It's a pity that she had a firm round ass.  What is she afraid of?

So I concentrated on holding her firm bottom cheeks with both hands, and dined away between her legs from the front.  I embraced her legs like I was holding the back of a woman, tightly.  And I kissed her pussy like kissing a woman, occasional vacuuming included.

Withing warning, I lifted her whole body up and placed her down sitting next to the bathroom sink, smoothly but quickly.  It wasn't planned, but a natural plan B, when I realized that she wouldn't perform well at the mirror, not at her backside anyway.  She knew what I was going to do, but she didn't protest.  Plan C would be bending down on the sink worktop like a porn star.  But I highly doubt if she would do that, with a big mirror in front of the sink.

I asked if she had condom in her tiny purse outside.  Of course she had, these purses are best for carrying that.  She didn't bring any secrets with her and I was trusted to go over that thing.  I told her not to move a muscle, got out to put on the condom and got back right in front of her.

Literally, I tried to put my penis into her pussy with my right hand.  It's always a difficult thing to do when there were no furniture millions of years ago.  I remembered I gave up immediately when I though of doing it with Jamie of London.  What worked for me is that I used my penis like a hand tool.  I will get stiffer and she would get wetter as time went on, at least the passage will ease.

This time, to my horror, I discovered that it was a designer bathroom worktop!  What it means is that it is taller than ordinary tables and worktops - stupid designers!  For normal worktops and tables, my balls are cleared.  In no way I'm going to crush my balls on the worktops.  This designer thinks that my balls should be right below the edge of the worktop.  That one inch of height makes all the difference.  It was as important as two warriors in a death match, where minor specifications of their weapons are crucial.  

I wasn't going to give up  easily with her sitting demurely naked at the sink, leaning on a big mirror behind her, and seeing myself through the huge mirror behind the bathroom door.

I tiptoed.  Then I worked my way in for the penetration.  My style is to pull out completely from time to time, as if I doubt if I'm doing the right thing, an excuse to stimulate her more.  The fun began when I was fully in.  She was still very composed, almost smiling, sitting comfortably on the high sink bench, thinking that I couldn't do any harm tiptoeing.  But soon she knew she was wrong.

A piece of rock (fake marble) is different from any mattress.  I held her waist tight and pounded away.  I felt the edge of the worktop at every stroke, between my penis and my balls, but she was my cushion.  I penetrated deep, and her expression showed.  Also, the worktop was narrower than normal, so she didn't have any space to lean back from.  It was close, face to face close.

Soon she had nothing in her mind other than expecting my every stroke.  I gave her pause by standing still, fondling her breasts, or pulling out completely to suck them, only to race back in like a rocket.

Other than that I didn't want to disturb the flow of things.  The only other thing I could do was to kiss her.  She didn't mind when I was starting to be gross on her cheeks.  Her mind was totally down there, enjoying it or otherwise thinking of how to duck out of it.  There was little resistance when I kissed her lips gently.  The vacuum started when her head was backup against the mirror.

My tongue was working its way into her mouth.  I was going to insert my whole tongue into her throat, so to speak, or I was going to suck her whole tongue out.  But then she felt that it was all too much.  She held my neck very tight as if she was getting very excited.

Chanel did the same thing at times.  Fuck me silly but don't look at me, shy of her emotions, whatever it is.  At this point, she didn't care what I could do to her, as long as I could finish in one minute or ten.  I could throw her up in the air and drop her down onto my penis.  But I wasn't that strong.

I had two free hands and I wasn't afraid that she would fall from the bench while holding me tight.  So I pulled her hips onto me when I was making every stroke.  She was a good sex toy, better than anything man made.  Bed and furniture are certainly different.

I came.  She wouldn't release me from her arms before I was completely done, as if it was safe again to do so after.  I gave her a light thank you kiss on her cheek, then pulled out while putting a towel there.  I usually do that for girl friends to avoid fluids going dripping everywhere, on the bench and on the floor.  For her I think it would be polite, useful.  I walked straight into the bathtub, drew the curtains and took a shower.  It was my way of leaving her alone to do her cleanup, mentally and physically. 

Of course I invited her into the shower out of politeness.  I would be worry if she accepted.  I wouldn't want to have a sloppy second even if I wanted to pay for it again.

Soon I was out of the bathroom, and she was waiting for me to say goodbye.  She did asked me indirectly how much longer I was staying there.  Maybe she didn't want to be punished again, but business is business.  A few more days is my typical answer on auto pilot.  Maybe I was going straight to the airport afterward, but there's no harm to let her know that she did a very good job and may be getting more money from me.  And probably she would forget all about my answer and what I did, if she doesn't see me ever again.

What to do with flat chested women?

Until I saw an ad the other day, I almost forget that I can get horny looking at flat chested women.  When I started dating, size didn't matter at all, so I ended up with quite a few.  Of course I can also get horny looking at big chested women, but that was much later, until implant technology was perfected.

Kate Hudson isn't my type, but if I post other pictures, very likely they would be banned, even by Google.  Even a topless Kate will be banned in Australia.

The one I saw was a little smaller than the one I remembered most: who is tall and leggy.  A flat chested woman is never flat like a man.  If you look closely the curves are there, shaped like a pyramid with fat tissue trapped inside at the point of bursting. Also there's more than enough to satisfy your hand, but it have to be handled differently.  On top of her shapely  legs, she has a bigger hip and curvier waist than teen models.

She is about 25, young enough not to try anything to looker younger, not any signs of nor any worries about aging.  Full of confidence including her small chest.  On the other hand she moves like a pro, with whatever in her hand or mouth, in and out of bed, vertical, horizontal or kneeling down.

Back to the present.  This girl wore a tiny vest and Brazilian bottom, which is way better than a clumsy bra.  She knew I couldn't stop staring at her tits through her wafer thin vest, and she had no rush to take it off, which was a nice touch.  After breaking the ice she sat at the side of the bed, and so I followed.

Soon my hand was wrapped round her back playing with her tits.  It started as very gentle massage on a broad area so as not to be too awkward.  Then I concentrated on fingering rubbing her nipples when she didn't mind being played that way, and her nipples reacted naturally.  Then I slowly rolled up her vest to take a good look while playing with her nipples.  While holding one of her breast from across her back, my other hand became a nipple clamp.  I applied force carefully until her nipples were erect.  Then I sort of pinched her continuously on her nipples.  I applied more force but careful not to freak her out and never return my calls again.

It could be awkward but I was totally self absorbed to notice anything but her chest and nipples.  She wouldn't care about anything because I was obviously losing my mind and wouldn't think of anything else.

I loved that she encouraged me to take my time.  She wasn't setup for high volumes, and her price made sure of that.  And flat chested were never that popular.  My hands, specifically index fingers and thumbs, took their time, until my mouth couldn't resist any more.

I let go of her tits and signed her to get onto bed, flat.  With one hand trying to squeeze more fat tissue out of her, my mouth homed in like another nipple clamp.  With all four fingers between her legs, I gripped her pussy forcefully and steadily.  With her Brazilian still on, I wasn't stimulating her down there.  For girl friends, it used to mean "you are my property", "get ready for sex".  For call girls it properly means "you are my property, I rented it".  My hand wasn't doing anything.  It's good to grip onto something and her pussy was the perfect place to go.

After I concentrated on her nipples long enough, I pulled her Brazilian, without taking it off.  Anything tight round the hips, etching into the hips like a rope, turns me on.  Then I was stimulating her pussy with fingers.  It was rewarding as she has juice, plenty of it.  The problem was that, nothing was done on her other nipple.  It was clumsy for me but I had to do it.  I got on top, clamped on both of her nipples with my mouth and one hand.  For the other hand I kept giving her a pussy rub.

She became very tense, because of the pain in her nipples, or because of the pleasure, or both, usually.  She was very tense as if having mini orgasms building up for the big one, or she was going to have a big one, but  I didn't care that much.

I was going in missionary style, but figured that it wouldn't work.  It would be a pretty sight looking at her chest, or what I would be doing on her chest, and her facial reactions.  But it would be clumsy and uncomfortable using my mouth.  And I couldn't use both of my hands simultaneously, or else my full body weight would be on her chest, supported by my fingers.

So I got behind her and pushed her sideways.  Of course it was the spoon.  I could squeeze more out of her with both of my hands than at the front.  When my hands wasn't squeezing my index fingers and thumbs were working very hard, as if punishing her sometimes.

Her Brazilian was still on because she didn't need to spread her legs.  I inserted and tried to fuck her silly so she wouldn't notice what's happening on her chest.  Of course she noticed.  From time to time her hands would be on top on my hands, squeezing uncontrollably as if she wasn't getting enough, or trying to mentally soothe her nipples.

When I couldn't control my fingers, I would give her a big warning, licking her between her neck and her shoulder, and bite on the soft tissues, gently first and then hard.  Luckily she didn't need to push me away.  I hope any teeth marks and finger marks were temporary.

It was hard to hang on, doing what I was doing and enjoying all the pleasures.  I couldn't hang on any more when I felt her orgasmic reaction.  In my mind I flooded her pussy many times over.  But probably I flooded the condom, again.

Callgirl clients' are intrinsically boring, so are their blogs.  That goes for callgirls but much more can happen in a single day, and that I am not qualified to say anything for them.

If you don't have special reasons to do sex field "research" all the time, you can imagine the sort of person you are getting - single couldn't get laid, addicted to sex with pretty or not so pretty woman, unhappy marriage, etc.

Clients do not usually have personally interaction online.  Online is about anonymity.   Those who chat too much about who they see will inevitably giving out their identity.  These vocal groups, if you don't belong, will be more boring (single, not afraid of revealing their identity, ...) and they paint a distorted picture that is not of interest to you.

The more interesting groups are group hunters, doing it together.  And I don't mean multiple clients doing it at the same time, thought you can of course try.  The most interesting I heard are a group of middle aged friends sharing a play flat hidden from their spouses.  I have many invitations from these groups, but sooner or later you don't want the commitment.  If there is a amazing girl in town and it may be your turn to try and report back to the group.  Also you may not hide your favorite.  It's not a big problem but if you know the other guys fucking the same woman, you tend to be less connected and even less communications even for the trivial things.

People expect reviews from clients, free or otherwise, on boards or your own blog.  They want to get the best girls with the least money.   I once had my own review blog and I had plenty of followers in the general sense.  But most of them weren't even willing to open their mouth.  If they say something they are afraid that I will find out they are just another freebie reviewer seeker, discouraging me to write more.  By silence they encourage me to write, hoping that I give up some useful information in the process.

You cannot write something that is secret or semi secret.  Confession to illegal sex is one thing, inviting someone to go after you is another.

Writing reviews don't work either.  No body is interest in how you fuck another nameless woman unless there's something new.  Writing for review hunters, sooner or later you will be either discredited or being taken too seriously.  You can't publicly criticize an agency who sent you a lemon once a blue moon, or once a while.  You can't just write that her picture is taken 10 years ago but you had a wonderful time.  I always tried to be uninfluenced by writing reviews that happened months or even in recent years, and that I only write about girls that I see once or twice.  But I think some girls know who the writer was, just by comparing notes - who is the suspect who met them all.  I think once my play number is in the blacklist of some ripoff agencies.  They don't even bother to return my calls - but otherwise every call is a prospect for them.

I also suspect that I got VIP treatment by some girls that I never met, went to the hair and nail saloon just before seeing me, or put on their best outfit.  Though occasionally I got VIP treatment because of some other more tangible reasons.  Say if you are an Arab, that I'm not (or am I?), you can play the oil prince card or the student card or the spy card.

Men look for graphics while women words.  So I doubt if my words have any sexual appeal at all, apart from the occasionally funny story or useful off-the-beaten-track information.

Again confessional goes only so far.  The really deep, dark secrets (do I have any?) will turn off many, that you can do without by not writing.