Gangster trophy fuck

I needed sex.  Should I go to those "married still looking" scam sites or just buy what I need?

Nowadays I stayed away from anything escort, or porn for that matter, until I have morning wood or just need sex.  It's easy to find satisfaction but the only pressure is, can she beat my last one?

As soon as I started to write my last conquest, the next one overwhelmed me one way or the other.  I'm on a roll!  So, this girl is the last one I met, jumping the line to appear first.

I have a few choices with familiar bookers.  But not on a Sunday.  This G isn't even my first choice.  But then she's available, but only after a few hours, probably travelling.  I passed but couldn't find any better and faster.  When the time comes I found out that she's still available.

I went to an "luxurious" apartment complex and to a secret apartment.  As I expected, pictures are totally irrelevant.  I like the girl in the picture, probably some foreign porn stars switched with movie star's heads.  But usually the girl is just as likable in a different way.

She has a body that everybody girl would not mind to have.  She's in a bikini, standing tall, without dark curtains and dim lights.  She looks fit and healthy compared to skinny girls, and her body looks flawless.  If her legs is a little longer she can really be a cat walk model.  I think she was bare foot.  Smaller girls will wear heels and taller girls will be bare foot, not wanting to be taller than some clients when the door is opened.

Her hair is all pinned up.  But that's not unusual.  She went for the naked look, barely seems to have much makeup on.  She does make use of tapes to make her eyes look beautiful and sexy.  She looks like a very pretty house wife but her body made her a porn star, not the rough and ready type.  She's very friendly and handled herself well.  So you can's tell if she's early twenties or over thirty.  It's not that I can't tell but my wife really looks half her age.

So it's not age.  Some girl like to go for cute and sweet and some girls like her try to be friendly and accommodating.

In the bathtub naked I understand her choice of darker bikini color.   She can go for fluffy pink lingerie, innocent white, or mysterious black.  But she has tattoo fully covering her back!  It was the usual greenish dark color but probably well made and stylish.  It looks like the girl friend of gangsters as in the movies, those with expensive suits and hair styles.

Now was I expecting too much nowadays?  She didn't wash my ass.  I was expecting her to kneel anytime to suck me good.  She didn't.  When she come out from the bathroom to join me,  I was hoping she would suddenly kneel down and suck me.  She didn't.  I sat on the side of the bed next to a wall mirror.  I was waiting for her to blow me there so I can watch in the mirror.  She just invited me onto the bed.

She blew me bare, pretty good but nobody can be much better then the rest.  I can resist not to look at her, but she likes to know if I was looking and behave differently, more nasty when I just lie down.  It was really but nothing really special.  She didn't lick and suck my balls.  But perhaps she did, not in a big way.

Then came the cow girl.  I discovered that her boobs and nipples looks rather fresh and bouncy.  I barely touch them, just admired them.  I was thinking how to give her a good fuck, suck and lick when it's my turn.

After riding me without bringing me to near climax, she got off and took my place.  She lied down and spread her legs, waiting for a missionary.   I don't particularly like that.  I liked to be asked what I want to do.  I like that in a way that "I'm a whore and fuck me now."  I know I need not go in but sometimes it's not bad to go with the flow.  If you want to go behind her back all at once some will freak out.  And missionary is the simplest way to warm her up, the pussy.

Once I got in, after a few strokes, I was thinking how to pull out gracefully, and what to do next with my favourite positions.  Before that, I wanted to try if she is a GFE, totally GFE, or GFE but just not kissing.

I went mouth to mouth and kissed her lightly.  Then deeper and tightly.  There is no resistance.  Her hands were still holding my lower body if at all.  She is not trying to be a good kisser and show me how to.  She is not trying to tease me with her tongue.  She is just letting me kiss her the way I want, probably holding my waist.

It's not my favourite position but my Kirby instant took over.  I just sucked on her mouth and lips, didn't let her go, holding her and kept fucking and fucking.  I like to do that probably not may girls will let you do that.

She is so obediently and accommodating that I let go of her body, and holding her head with both of my hands.  I kirbyed her and there was no signs of unwillingness or resistance.  May be it could a scene from the game thrones, holding a severed head and deep kiss on the mouth.  But I was also fucking her body. 

Soon my cock exploded like fireworks accidentally ignored on the ground, going off all at once.  I jerked and shuddered on top of her.  She laughed satisfactorily.

I know what happened could be that, girls are afraid of two things.  One, client don't come.  Two, over time.  In my case I wasn't too excited after the blow job and cow girl.  They are not bad at all but I usually wasn't into them.  I was a bit late so she would be worrying if I started to go for multiple positions from there.  If she sensed a way to finish me off on time she would.

This is my 2nd girl like that, full of tattoo at the back.  The last one made the room very dark and never turn her back on me.  She squeezed me in between bookings without giving me the time that I am entitled.  She is also quite pretty, acted maturely, very nice body but artistically not as nice as this one.  When I complained about the light she walked into me and so I start fucking her.  When I wanted spoon she wouldn't let me see her back.  When I tried to kiss her, her bossiness disappeared and took it all in, until I cum.  That place is more like Craiglist style, never much of a GFE place.  If she is not that pretty I would never tried.

Now G wants to connect with me after fuck so I will return next week or a few times more.  I would love to.  But nowadays I don't have any pressure to see anybody regularly.  When we say goodbye at the door she did the usual trick, she let her hair down.  It was beautiful, dense, lusty and silky and below her shoulder.  I wanted to marry her.  But then I wasn't addicted to anybody.  If I have the budget then I'll come back.  But I know that she won't be there for long, a couple of months at most.

So, my worry is will the next girl I fuck beat her?

Eat me more — head to toe person care rundown for billionaire mistresses

I'm on a roll!  I couldn't remember when you are spoiled for choices like this at my area.  You can pick who have the best legs and the pictures are decently real.  They are quite GFE too, kneel down and blow your mind away with no warning at all.

I haven't come round to write reviews yet as I don'twant to see their pictures too often, which get me all horny again, and have to pick up the phone.

Now for something different.  These are what my mistresses will use daily even when I'm a billionaire.  They are cruelty free, organic or otherwise as natural as pure water.  As with the most essential things in life, they don't cost much.

Hair

Use liquid Castile soap for shampoo.  Soap is basically a salt of an "alkaline" and a fatty acid.  Solid soap is made of sodium (as in common salt) as the "alkaline".  Potassium soaps are liquids.  Castile soap is made from olive oil as the fatty acid.  Not all fatty acids are equal, the same as that the "alkalines" are not equal.  Castile soap is known for it's gentle properties.

Commercial high quality shampoos are actually very gently, yet giving you the illusion of a lot of soapiness.  They put in a lot of goodies like moisturizers into the shampoo rather than cleaning agents, which you don't really need that much for a daily basis.  Also, a lot of things cannot co-exist with soap so they have to formulate something else for removing oil, but yet giving you a very soapy and clean feel.

So, Castile soap is the closest to commercial fake soaps - very gentle.  Cleaning agents do the same thing - remove oil.  For oily hair you can use every day.  For dry hair, some can go without shampoo for a week and still have very beautiful hair (see youtube videos).  That explains a lot of people can use baking soda only to rinse their hair, which doesn't do much for cleaning in solution form.  But if you fuck up your hair, you can sprinkle solid baking soda to deodorize and then rinse thoroughly.

With Castile soap, the hair doesn't feel that good after shampoo.  A famous brand that is certified organic have enough glycerin in it, which is universally used in personal care products as moisturizer.  With normal hair, you should feel perfectly fine after your hair is dry, without conditioner.

If your hair get all tangled after shampoo or otherwise still feel the need for conditioner, don't.  Conditioner coat your hair and takes much longer to dry.  A good detangle bush will do a good job for detangling without using any chemicals.  The best conditioner for me is dilute glycerin.

Organic Castile soap and Organic glycerin made from vegetables are both roughly about $10 a bottle ( about 32 oz, 1 L).  Liquid Castile soap can last a lot longer than a bottle shampoo because of the concentration and the amount you need.

Glycerin comes in the form of a very thick clear liquid, usually with a very low amount of water in it.  For one part glycerin by volume, anywhere from three part to ten parts of purified water can be used to dilute it.  It depends on personal preferences and application and of course cost.  With three parts of water, you can immediately feel the difference when your hands are dry.  With 10 parts, you are probably not aware of it but the glycerin is there.  It's like oil clinging onto your skin.  No mater how much you rinse the oil is still there.  Glycerin is soluble in water, but it clings to your skin, and retain water with the molecules.  It is sort of self regulatory.

You can rinse your hair with diluted glycerin but the more cost effective way is to spray with an "atomizer" or mist bottle.  Start with 8 parts of water and spray as much as you want and see how it goes when dry.

Don't use tap water for leave in sprays, as hard water contains a lot of dissolved solids.  But it doesn't cause any harm, as much as taking a bath with tap water.  Use filtered or distilled water.

Face

Castile soap followed by glycerin rinse or spray.  A lot of women use 6 parts of water for spray.  To "foliate" I recommend baking soda powder that is as fine as anything else and dissolve in water on contact.

To kill germs you can add vodka to the glycerin solution up to 20% alcohol content.  Standard vodka is 40% alcohol by volume, which can but not sufficient for first-aid that uses 70% rubbing alcohol (which is a different non-eatable chemical).  If you add equal part of water to vodka, you get 20% alcohol solution.  Not suitable for first-aid if you have rubbing alcohol, but effective in killing germs nevertheless.  Perhaps glycerin and vodka mixture allow the alcohol to cling onto the skin for longer, making it more effective as in hand sanitizers.  20% solution is tested on animal (me) for totally curing some germ related recurring skin problems.  Any higher or lower concentrations you have to test it on other animals (you).

You can use other alcohols as long as you can drink it (my title is eat/drink me more).  Just that Vodka is rather high concentration, pure, and colourless and nearly odourless.  Red wine is good for your skin I heard, but you don't want a red stain.  Dilute vodka is also recommended in some face beauty treatment.

Ear

Rinse your ear canal with glycerin and all your problems will vanish.  Glycerin dissolves oil and along with it the odour and accumulated dirt.  It is also a mild antiseptic as germs cannot grow in it.  You can use glycerin neat, but must rinse your ear canal thoroughly after.  Pure glycerin will absorb a small amount of water from your skin if it cannot find enough in the air.  But commercial available isn't usually 100% glycerin even though it's thick and almost pure.  For infections you can try diluting 3% hydrogen peroxide for first-aid with equal volume of water first.

Lips

Equal part of glycerin and purified for dry lips.  Sweet.  To me bloody red full thick lipstick is always a strong sign of Not to Kiss warning.

Body

Use Castile soap for body wash, followed by glycerin body spray if needed.  I used to have a huge bottle of body moisturizer with a pump by my side.  If I don't use it enough I will have outbreaks due to dryness even if I use Dove for body wash.  I don't need any lotions any more.

I have seen somebody with nice and delicate skin.  Their skin is in very good condition, good to see and good to touch.  But the thought of them all lotioned up is not appetizing.  Glycerin spray achieves the same purpose and more.  It's appetizing as it is actually sweet and used for (expensive) sugar substitution.  That made me think of human sushi plates.

Glycerin is actually good for skin health.

Private parts

Other than Castile soap and glycerin spray, you can use baking soda to deodorize and foliate.  You can get to awkward areas and do not need a separate towel or pad.  I'm not a doctor but you can research glycerin rinse as in ear canal above.  Glycerin is a mildly antiseptic, used in lubricants and used medically when inserting something in the pussy or ass.  Again, I'm NOT a doctor but perhaps I still have the costume in the closet.

Feet and Toes

Now my fav parts.  Spray your skin down there with glycerin (3 to 6 part water) whenever any dryness can be seen or felt.  You skin will be soft and smooth without any scrubbing.  If you suspect any nail or skin problems, add some vodka to the spray mixture.  The thought of it make me orgasm - bitter sweet - Vodka on the toes.

When Tokyo is not Tokyo

The New Year Eve firework in "Tokyo" is so good that the full display was captured in a CBS News video posted on Youtube.  But it was disturbing to see that a river now flows through the high rise buildings of "Tokyo".

On closer look you can see among billboards of ING, Samsung, that of China Mobile.  That's Victoria Harbor!

Can't even embed it.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLNKxMeRjDo&list=UU8p1vwvWtl6T73JiExfWs1g&index=26

Happy Ending 2012

I cut off cable and satellite.  I have no idea that The Client List is still going strong.  May I wish you a happy ending for 2012 and many more happy endings for the new year.

This is a quick update, but not necessarily short.  We'll see.   I have traffic school to attend by year end.  Though the good news is that because of effort to save State money, I can go to any online school instead of spending a whole day with juveniles passing "I like you" notes in class.  I have other deadlines by year end too.

Being the rare client who made it on a "newspaper" with decent circulation, I feel that I have the responsibility to show the bright beautiful side of the industry.  I'm still getting hits from that article left and right.

I think 2012 is the end of the prostitution abolitionists.  Using human trafficking as a smoke screen only give you good slogans, but didn't change anything.  Your mistake is not listening to friends and enemies.  I can tell you that charging on Craiglists won't work.  Shaming corporations to pull their ads on village voice won't work.  The circus got bigger and bigger until you became the joke.  You don't listen to sex workers who are supposed to be all victims.

You keep attacking human nature.  I know most of you are very religious and don't accept evolution.  But evolution is the accepted truth with evidence and it's a powerful force.  If you work against it you are throwing egg onto stone.

Macau, Las Vegas in the far east had already over taken Vegas in many ways.  One way Vegas can't compete is erotic entertainment.  Many tourists from the far east have no idea that the night life in Vegas is so crap.  Vegas have the most gorgeous show girls and strippers.  But they can't beat classy whore houses with full lineups.  There's so much hassle to find an escort to go to bed with you in the sin city.

Now you abolitionists know that there's no shame in money.  When there's enough money to yourself and to past down generations, you can call me anything, as long as I think I am helping someone, even prostitutes.  That's evolution, taking care of your offspring and give them a good head start.  Long live Backpages!

There are more things worse than being a prostitute if you just listen.  Like marrying a rich guy with a house by the beach.  Like the thought of being poor.  Chanel kept delaying the marriage in the hope that she could find another rich man that she can talk to.  In the mean time she kept a few old clients for living expenses.  But she is so afraid of being poor that she wouldn't ditch her boy friend without fallback.

Another obvious human nature is menopause.  Not so long ago in the history of humans, women died before they reach menopause.  Recent discoveries also allege that older fathers also contribute poor genes.  That's design by nature and it takes millions of years to change that.  But now we have nearly every woman reaching the menopause age.  Many of these women don't want sex.  What is the husband to do?

In some cities in California, men came out to play in nightclubs after their kids are sound sleep at home after 9pm.

Thanks to the Client List, giving a fair portrait of extras.  But I'm not sure it's 100% a good thing for me and some girls.  I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, that Chinese massage parlors are seemingly all over the places, from $15 food massages to the usual $60 per hour.  The reviews in YELP made me laugh a lot.  "Oh no, no extra happy endings in my neighborhood."  A woman said, "the place is crap.  After a while, the male owner came in to do the massage."  I still can't stop laughing and rolling over on the floor.

Not so long ago, parlors are easily classified into whore houses, hand job factories, DIY fantasy land and real massages places (where you may still get happy endings).  I went into a massage parlor next to a beauty salon, and ended up getting a great massage and a happy ending without too much effort.  The bizarre thing is that women also enjoy massages there.  I have seen classy parlors which were setup to be unisex  but ended up with males only. I'm sure this one has woman patrons because while I was receiving a massage and then happy ending, a woman went in for a session and left her kid at the front office that I could hear him playing.  No men will do that in a massage parlor.  I heard that women ask for pussy rubs too but I don't know any masseuse good enough to ask her how often.

My 220V clipper died.  Not really, but it ruined the cheap compact portable voltage adapter.  I am not throwing more money in it.  RIP.  I got another space age clipper that is a European brand.  A 220V fan also was broken within a few months' time.  I thought the last connection with the old 220V country is the toaster, not big enough for 4 local sized toasts but a waste of energy for 2 slices.  I was going to severe all ties but then I discovered that another 220V  kitchen appliance was is regular use.  Can't throw away all adapters.

I am still fond of local girls over there.  But now they will be overwhelmed by Eastern European girls.  But the good ones will rise to the occasion and their fees too, like a boat on rising sea level.  But I think I'm not going back because I can't believe that a generation who grew up on mandatory child benefits will agree to austerity.  The bankers committed crimes but governments either let most of them off, or said openly that they can't do much about it. Only fining HSBC for laundering drug money isn't very fair as so many people are dead in the war on drugs.

During tough times the different attitudes shows.  Employees over there are obviously dispirited, in the shadow of being lay off or actually had been laid off starting next month.  Here they are just happy to have a job even with minimum wage.  They treated me like a king.  Why?  It's simple.  Please rescue them from their minimum wage job.  Any job is better than theirs.  Long haired young blond collecting supermarket carts.  Very bright kids working at the supermarket checkout.  I also look like I run my own business who can hire on the spot.  When I sneak out in a Friday afternoon and shopped in an automotive parts shop, somebody actually called me boss.  That's what the guy wanted to call me for real.  But I don't have my own business.

I'm still laundering tax money (from mrs player) to keep myself on the client list.  I hired a remote assistant to handle my screening calls without compromising my privacy.  I can't be on any good list without her service.

Folies of the prostitution abolition camp

Village voice group, founders of the Village Voice and dozens of alternative weekly newspapers, and owner of Backpages, sold all the papers while keeping Backpages!

Why I haven't thought of that? But I'm not wrong.  I predicted even if they manage to shut down BP, someone in the adult industry will take its place, without worrying about image problems.  Now the owners and founders did exactly that.

It's interesting how the abolition camp cries foul or cries victory.  Some checked that VV is using the exact same offices with separation of the different entities, and that the newpapers employees may still be paying by VV group.  They vow to follow the situation and the money trail.

They don't seems to understand the newspapers are struggling and money losing business.  Sold is sold.  Nobody cares and nobody wants to hold onto them.  Everybody cares about BP.

They did manage to force big companies to pull ads from Village Voice weekly and other papers.  But they are adding fuel to the fire.  They are squeezing money out of struggling businesses.  They brought downs the papers, for nothing.

I don't know, but they should know, checking the balance sheets of the whole group.  BP is not a tiny classified part of a huge conglomerate.  BP is making huge money while the rest struggles.  The making making business, indeed the whole market, is created by the abolition camp when they forced Craigslist to take money for previously free ads.

I did say one certainly good thing that comes out of Backpages is that it can sponsor some journalist to do some real investigations.  Village Voice did some good reports in the past, and the BP money can let them keep some good editors and reporters.  But many are laid off gradually and some big names are forced out before selling.  They cannot recover to past glories at their new owners.

This shows that Craig is really dumb.  His whole team could have retired with a guaranteed handsome income for years and can do other things with the money.  That's why people start up companies and sold them for huge profits.

Of course even dumber is the abolition camp.  They don't know who agrees with their agenda, cheer them, or paying lip service to them are really laughing at them behind their asses.

For the record, have you seen those mysterious dumb ads on BP lately before the sale?  A perfectly normal escort or rubdown ad suddenly links to an article in an anti-human trafficking website.  You just irrigate law abiding patrons into hating you.

My secret weapon revealed and field tested

If you are thrilled to pay someone have to put up with your bad breath and smelly feet, while your normal acquaintance don't, my secret weapon is not for you.

I don't know how big corporation brain washed people to think that bad breath need mouth wash, mint and such.  What you need is a potent deodorizer but safe to your body.  And that's very cheap - baking soda.  Dissolve a spoonful of baking soda into warm water and use it as mouth rinse, any bad breath will be gone instantly.  Even if you brush your teeth once every 3 days (because of a deadline of a deadline of course).  Do it once at night and you don't worry about the next day, or even next week.  Of course you do need to rinse your mouth with pure water after.  Baking soda is a skin protectorant (written on the label) but it's slightly alkaline, so it's not a good idea to keep it in your mouth, even though you can eat it safely.

The same for smelly feet.  You can soak your feet (in the sink) with a lot of soda for a while.  If you are not that smelly, you can just take a bath with half a cup of baking soda or less.  For the long term, baking soda is a better and finer skin scrubbing agent, better than any micro pores that I used.  You don't even need any silly wash cloth or gadget.  Just grab a pinch of soda powder and rub it on your feet with your hands.  You will look like just coming out from a foot spa.

Baking soda is actually in crystal form, comes in fine power, and soluble in water.  The cheap chemical process, as opposed to mining from natural sources, make the find power  uniform.  Because it's soluble, it can do no harm.  People use it on their face instead of micro pore face cleansers.

And if you actually took a soda bath, you will notice the pleasant surprise that comes with it.  It acts as a water softener even though it is soluble in water.  People add it to laundries.  If you have hair, they will go fluffy instantly, and so does your bush.  Only people with whole house water softener have that type of bush, and eco friendly versions are very expensive.

Of course it will deodorize not just your feet, but your arm pit, and anything else in between.  And since people scrub their face with it, you can scrub anything else with it.  And Mrs Player won't notice that I used her micro pores for my balls.

I bet it will whiten your teeth effortlessly.  I remembered long ago an adv said that if you use baking soda, it will take you buckets, while their tooth paste is much more effective.  I would say it's just the other way round.  You can brush with power, paste, or just solution, depending on how much effort you want to spend and how fast you want to see the effect. 

The other evidence is that baking soda can clean a lot of things in the kitchen, removing 10 year old grease stains, 10 year old stain on grouts, even 10 year old stain on the porcelain sink.  My kitchen is so shining white that it's scary.  Once you apply it, it seem to have some nano technology built in.  The white will keep shining white for some reason.  I think there may be a nano layer of fine crystal structure covering the surfaces like spider web.  Like spreading a drop of oil on water. The oil layer could be just atoms thick.  New stains can't get to the old surface but got neutralized by the nano layer.

But be careful when you whiten your teeth.  I would think baking soda is safe.  But hydrogen peroxide will attack your gum instantly.

So after the first time I rinsed my mouth, relaxed in a soda plus salt bath, I looked at the classified.  I picked the first girl with milky skin and meat on the bone.  She didn't say what she would do, didn't mention GFE or anything.  I don't care.

I also brought out my Ted London outfit, even though I never saw any Ted dressing like that in London.  So guys, it may not be the soda, maybe it's just me or Ted.

At the door it was a disappointment.  But that's usual.  On second glance, she was actually what I wanted, milky skin (will explain later), looked good on sexy pyjamas, large natural breast.  Her face didn't look like Nicole, and her proportion isn't that perfect, but not bad at all on heels.

Because my tire was flat, she offered me a massage.  I let her and laid stone dead.  She started to relax and touched me with her legs, and then sat on me with her pussy.  When she was totally relax I asked, " do you want a massage?"  A lot don't and not without thinking for a moment.  But she said yes, I like it.

She really did laid down on her tummy expecting a massage.  With some meat on the bone I was right that she has a great ass, looking great lying tummy down.  I was going to go for that but I was afraid to alarm her.  So I turned her over to feed on her breast.

I had a great feast on her large breast while rubbing her pussy.  Then I just went down on her.  Then feed again.  And again ......

If you ever had bad breath, you will find out that if you kiss some place the 2nd time, you will hate yourself for kissing there the first time, because of your own smell!  I know the soda works for real because of the nothingness.

Having finished her front side I pushed her to turn over.  Then I fed on her ass just as I fed on her breast.  Then I spread her butt cheek to have a clearer look.  She didn't resist and it looked good.  If she's deep tan you couldn't have seen anything.  It's like an African catching crow in the dark.

Before I dived in to rim her I remembered that I had to do it first.  I kissed her face from her back, then her lips.  No resistance.  So I turned her over to kiss her properly, then insert my tongue, deeper and then deeper.  Then I invited her tongue out to do tongue scraping.  It's not a proper scraping but I can suck her tongue out.  Gone with the wind style, but with tongue sucking.

With that done I went down to rim her.  Maybe it's their trade secret too.  Nothingless, no fragrance, no nothing, just starfish and ass.  I spread her legs wide apart and eat her pussy too.  It was good to be in control and in a candy jar, don't know where to start again and again.

After riming her to my heart's desire I went up again to DFK her and twisted her tongue again with my tongue.  Before that I kissed anywhere in between.  With some meat in the bone her skin is milky and silky to the touch.

I didn't remember how many times I went up and down, each time I couldn't let go of the other side.  After I'm done, I laid down and tried her oral skills.  I was a bit disappointed when it was covered.  I thought we had closer connections than that?  Think of where my tongue and lips had been.  But sometimes you just need to ask for it.  But I didn't remember nor did I care.

When she blew me real hard, I got at the back of her and inserted.  It was my favourite spoon position, and super for her big ass.  But only after a minute I had to give that up.  I turned her around and put her right in the missionary position.  Then I inserted both my cock and my tongue in different positions.

It was waves after waves of lingering kiss and tongue sucking and twisting.  When my cock delivered the last drop, I pulled out my tongue too.

I was too exhausted to even open my eyes.  I just rolled over and laid dead.  I felt that she pulled the condom and cleaned me up with tissues.

I was imagining her to rush over to the bathroom and clean herself up, for I was kissing all over her body, and much more than that actually.  My eyes was closed maybe so she could run faster without pretending to walk.

But surprise surprise I felt a hot body clinging onto me.  So I opened my arms, held her by the neck, and let her cling onto me and put her legs over my legs.  Lucky that I don't had bad breath, or I would had smell my own odour on her.

When I rested enough I wanted to get up and go.  But she wouldn't let me.  She told me I had time.  I was trying to be considerate.  I don't need the time but she can make good use of it, like taking a shower, preparing for the next client.  But she was good to cuddle.

Some girls feel awkward if there's no talking or doing nothing.  But not for her.  She just cling onto me with her head on my chest, leg on my legs.  Now for the first time I was feeling a bit awkward for the nothingness. I stretched my arms and my whole body to say that I was all recharged and ready to go.  She wanted another shot.

I told her I was tired ( was I always?) but in my mind I was hoping for miracles.  She caressed my cock for a few minutes.  That didn't work.  After a few minutes she would caress my balls.  Then after a few minutes she would feather massage my nipples.  She meant business.

When she knew it was hopeless, I got up, and she took her leg off me to let me go.  But she stayed in bed.  I went for a shower so I didn't have to when I got home.  She just stayed in bed.

When I came back into the bedroom after the shower, she was still laying in bed full of confidence like Nicole, but fully naked.  It was a spacious room with some wall to ceiling mirrors as closet doors, and a king size bed.  It was rather bizarre with a fully naked woman  lying in the middle of the bed.  It was bizarre because she didn't move a muscle when I put on my Ted London outfit.  It was bizarre because the proportion of her facial features, and the proportion of her legs with respect to her body, is not that A-list as Nicole, but at that moment she behaved like she had.

She even whispered "silly penis" very affectionately.

After I put on my clothes I didn't know what to do but just walk out of the bedroom.  Finally she got up and saw me out fully naked.  Behind the front door we did a full body hug.  I could had DFK'ed her but I already rinsed my mouth with silly mouthwash.  Luckily I didn't had bad breath, or else I would have caught my own bad breath from her body and got it all over Ted.

ps To be responsible, beware of frequent and long term use of baking soda.  It's in everything, even medical procedures, so it's pretty safe.  It does make you dry if you over do it.  The other ingredient I use is pure glycerine diluted with water.  It's the moisturizer found in most commercial formula.  I use it as a final rinse for everything, or just use it to wash anything.  For me, no more conditioner, thick body wash, body lotion.

Positive thinking

I woke up today with hard wood.  At my age it's not that usual.  Against all odds, I eat well, sleep well, stresses well.  I reached for Mrs Player to see if her school girl pyjama was on.  But all I reached was a pillow in between, meaning out of bounds.

When I have guest that doesn't know each other well, when they see the master bedroom, I think the wives want to swap.  Not wife swapping, but want to be in Mrs Player's shoes, literally.  They want to linger a bit more at the door and wander a little inside with some excuses.  Of course I only notice the highly fuckable ones because I pay attention.

It's a huge queen bed in a decent sized bedroom with on suit bathroom.  A huge Mrs Player's wedding picture high up on the wall.  On one side there is a ceiling to wall wardrobe.  Overflood the wardrobes are Mrs Players clothing allowances - a rack of shoes, a rack of outfits, even bags, all trust fund worthy stuff.  Some wives want to masturbate there and then if not having an organism.

From my experience with women (haha!), it's about what to put up with to get what they want.  From what they told me, and my guess work, the worst are fat pigs on top of you, bad breath or simply don't brush teeth enough, denture not cleaned properly.  Hair and skin flaking out.

Simply by not overweight (with well hidden love handles), no need to turn away with eyes open when making love, lots of hair, allowing what Mrs Player do what she pleases in the master bedroom, everybody rather sleep with me instead.

The other day I had time to kill.  Of course I though of massage, that's addictive.  But out of action for a while, finding a good massage AND THEN a good fuck is really difficult.  Not even a compromise if I want to.  I can't easily get through screening all of a sudden.  That saved me a lot of money by not getting what I want.

I vaguely have a solution for time killing if not anything else.  I just happened to drive through a massage joint, that was always there for as long as I remembered.  I never went inside as I never heard of anybody talk about it.  The area and the strip mall isn't promising in any sense.  But I have nothing much to lose.

I went in, saw a half hour promotion at the door.  It could mean anything.  I was surprised the joint is one of the clinically clean ones.  A mature woman greeted me.  She is not old and overweight.  Still attractive in a way.  She passed.

My heart sank a little when I see that the rooms have a salon door. Haven't encountered that for long time.  It's worse because the room is really small, just big enough for a massage table and no more.  Anybody walked pass is like walking pass your feet, naked.

My hundred dollar bill came back as a lot of changes on the chair, started working its magic. It was a really good massage and she was into it.  She whispered in my ear to see if I wanted the full hour.  Usual stuff.  I decided to disappoint her but changed my mind at the last minute.  Really I have only one hour to kill and I may have to go earlier.

Just to be naughty, I put my hand on her bottom when I told her I want to complete the hour.  At her age she is not shy and I don't get too much sanctification on her jean covered ass.

It was even better because she worked hard for her next appointment.  She jumped on bed, did the feet massage, and leg joint massage, but not trying to sex me up.  She had no intention to. 

Then I touched myself under the towel.  That was my vague plan.  In the past I refused to touch myself even though some joints are designed for that, with cheer leaders outfit, but you can't touch them nor they touch you there.  I rather enjoy the eye candy and stimulating massage and then go somewhere next for hardcore sex.

There are times when I gave up and touch myself, the woman went as far as possible and gave me a scalp massage!

When she knew for sure I was touching myself, she hesitated for a moment and then said, like a little girl in a soft girly voice, "what are you doing?"  At the same time she pressed something, must be a warning light.

I retreated with with a wicked smile on my face as if I just did a prank.  She kept on the massage as if nothing happened.  After a while, I knew she would come to her senses and know that I am no trouble.  The massage is more intimate without sexing me up. 

Then I put my hand under the tower again.  If not for the salon doors I would have pulled the towel.  After the initial chaos, she actually helped along.  She would massage as far as my tights would go and not touching anything else.  She would also rub my chest sensually while blocking the door with her body.

When I came she gave me a lot of towels to clean up and asked me to throw them all on the ground so she didn't need to touch them.

One more thing.  She wanted to compliment my feet while massaging it.  For what I could tell she was holding it like having an oral fixation.  She couldn't find the word probably she knew it's wrong to say it's beautiful, and can't find another word.  At the end she said firm and ended the topic hastily that she started.

For the background, I developed very tough skin at the heels since the swimming season last summer.  I decided to do something about it recently so it was like coming out of a foot spa most of the time.  On top of that since I don't walk that much, I discovered I developed quite some clean pretty nails without realising it, on in-good-shape long toes.

If you can travel in time ...

There are actually many versions of time travel, at least in sci-fi.  A physics professor is working on a time machine for real, a childhood ambition to see his deceased father again.

My version of time travel is that everything revert to the same state at the time you want to go.  So you can go back to when you are 18 again and again.  That's eternity.

There are many holes, like typical scripts and novels, but you can always fill it in as you go along.  Like buying antique stuff to bring back with you so they will be functional when you arrive back in time.  Somehow you need to preserve your memory with some mechanism to live eternally.  The simplest is to write down everything on paper and carry with you in the hope that you understand when you get there.

You are free to do anything as if you live your life all over again in the way you choose.  In a quantum universal, it's like a parallel universal, in that everything that can happen happened in one universal or another.  You are not afraid to run into yourself because probably yourself don't exist at that time and universe, or impossibly to have the same identity.  And you probably don't cross path.  Otherwise, there's the so called dead ringer to explain away everything.

You won't tell anybody else because otherwise your advantage do not exist.  You have good knowledge how the future will turn out.  You have unlimited money and power.  If you tell anybody it won't work even if they believe you.  Therefore fellow time travellers may exist but will not ruin each other's life.

The interesting thought will be, if you have limited energy and resources, who to bring with you.  You offer your eternal life to someone else.  Offsprings become not important because you don't need them to continue your DNA.  You can have them whenever you want, later.  Once you have kids, you don't want to keep them forever because they want their own life.

There are conflicting statistics of men that I have no answer but state my preference.  Some men visit the same prostitute over and over again.  Some want to have sex with as many women as possible, and paying make up the numbers a lot more.  The same with porn stars.  Some want new stars everyday but others are difficult to switch.

So if you have unlimited power and richness, you probably don't want to bring anyone with you.

From time to time, I ran into model materials, who drove me crazy with their bodies just by standing there.  That's not critical and I can snap out of that.  And if you have money, you can always have desert whenever you want.

The face is another thing.  She has to look good when wet, or dry, or sweaty, with makeup, and naked, smiling, crying, in pain or pleasure.  Simply beautiful just don't cut it.  It have to be a combination of beauty, cuteness, uniqueness, special, or anything you want to justify our choice.  It can be said of any other body parts, like legs.

And then there is the personal connection.  A kiss is not a kiss when nothing is there, no sparkle.  I'm sure money can buy some, but that's not a certain thing.

And then the character.  I have been treated like dirt, say, by Chanel when I didn't pay her enough for her troubles.  I have been abused non-violently by you know who.  Character deficiency is really difficult to fix and you don't want to face for all eternity.

And there is the option of not bringing her with you.  You can find another version of her that could be better.  Fall in love all over again, or not.

If you fancy a prostitute, you have the option of going back together, before or after she became a prostitute, or when she was still a virgin if you desire.

The first person I want to bring in mind is - Chanel.  She gave me a hard on every time.  I can always lost my mind for an hour or two with her.  I still can't kiss her enough.  I know the worst of her characters and we have nothing to hide.  I'm sure there are plenty like her, but if I have to pick one she is a candidate that I have already.

The runner up is, surprise surprise, Mrs Player.  She still gives me a hard on when naked or in something sexy, thought she likes to wear grandma's torn pyjamas at home.  I can't kiss her enough but she doesn't let me.  Her character is killing me but I'm certain 100% money will cure it.  She is the eternal school girl, even at her age.  Worse still, now she is wearing stuff as if she has a trust fund.  I'm so honoured going out with when she let me.  If she looked a bit more like a woman, people will think I'm rich and powerful.  As it stands, she looked like a good catch to me.  That it's her family who is rich, not me. It is totally opposite to Chanel, so obviously she is a gold digger, even she is rather cute.

As for why she dresses like having a trust fund?  The things that she can't sell she can keep for clothing allowance.  At the time, it's thousands of dollars, each season.  It's not her money no matter what. 

Canada stands up to the axis of evil

Current prostitution laws have the practical consequence of forcing prostitutes to work in circumstances that add significantly to their lack of safety. In Ontario, that will change. By next month, prostitutes will be able to hire a bodyguard and, a year from now work from a house. Prostitutes in other jurisdictions, like Quebec, must still in theory work the streets alone, unprotected by authorities other than police.

Canada ruling

Classy prostitutes

This girl is not a prostitute but a model at work (but you never knows).  She's just here to illustrate my point.

I had said before why would you want to dress like having a trust fund, when in fact you don't.

I understand that there are good reasons, like gold digging, bragging, but hardly for sex.  In public my radar will be legs, butt, breast and face, may be face right after legs.

But like watching porn versus picking your prostitute, the criteria for judging is different.

I will have an immediate hard on if a working girl dresses like that, works better than cosplay, or lingerie.  And that's from experience.  There's no need for meat exposure because I know that I'm getting to see it all and feel it all.  It's better not with strangers, because I will know what I'm getting into.

Long story short, Chanel turned up one day in my motel room like this, well, a little.  She didn't wear a jacket, and her dress probably didn't worth more than the fashion jewellery that the model is wearing - about one grand for nothing precious in it. 

But anyway I couldn't stop smiling, and my jaw is so tired thinking about it.  I grabbed her waist and sit her on the bed.  I sat next to her and put my hands on her knees.  I wouldn't want to go any further because I was afraid she would get up and start taking off her clothes.

I just gently caressed her legs while listening to her, and she would stop the advance of my hand when it got too close to her private.

She was in a good talkative mood that day.  I tried to listen but all I was doing was pretending while looking at each of her eyebrow hair and anything else I could see.  And do my best to repsonse so as to keep her talking and sitting there.  Her raw hair looks good like this model.  Today she had her hair done, expensive and very subtle.  If I don't know her I would think her hair looks like this everyday.

Some people have eyebrows all wrong.  Some have to trim it often like cutting the lawn.  Some just don't look right no matter how you trim it.  Her eyebrows are always alright.  But trimming probably comes bundled with her beauty salon treatments.  For her it was like cutting raw diamonds into diamonds.  I was close enough to watch every hair that left.

She was on official business and would go to her sister's company after lunch.  Probably true, but it could also be that she was going to meet her VIP client.  I could be jealous - she wouldn't go through all that trouble for me, for my compensation.  I could raise that, but instead I tried my best to get there first.  Indeed once she complained that her expensive naked look make-up got completely sucked out of her face.  She had to do it all over again for her afternoon engagement, whatever it was.

Two new year fantasies

No resolutions means I don't have to do it and possibly fail.

The popularity of anal hair removal triggered my memory of an old boys talk with a dentist in training, about promoting full body anesthesia with the tag line - "you won't remember a thing".   Of course he will be offering it to attractive patients who worth his efforts.

I'm fantasying to open a beauty salon, specializing in hair removal, and in particular anal hairs.  First, my reassuring assistant, a motherly figure like a experienced nurse, will make every patient sit on a scanner.  It's a bit medical looking equipment to draw from a CAT scan, but in reality it's really a scanner, the sort you use on desktops to scan pictures.

Of course they have to take off their panties and spread their legs.  Sit in thin air and then on the scanner surface.  Of course patients will never be shown their real scans.  If their arse pass the scan test, my assistant will bring out the doctor, me, in full professional gown and makeover.

I will not offer full body anesthesia because I don't think I can get away with it.  I will take a couple of minutes to explain that anal hair removal is a very delicate procedure, requiring that my laser probe has to be stabilized by as many fingers as possible all the time, around very sensitive areas that patients are not used to be touched.  All this time I will be waving the probe like a wand for the hypnosis effect, and moving all my fingers in an artistic manner all over.  That means I am not going to use a glove and her silence means acceptance.

My assistance can do the job for male patients.

It can't happen in real life unless you are a full time hair remover.  For the hassle you can do at most a patient or two every other day, and you probably have to find an assistant who will blow you afterwards.

Now turning to something that could actually happen.  To marry a whore.

Never really think of that before.  And it seems to be too impossible to think about it.  Not long ago I was the sort of guys who only want to marry virgins.

Now in a remote, disconnected, calm, distance, rational state, I can say that's not that impossible.  All I need is a way out of my miseries, and a way in, the right whore.

It's not about sex and fresh young meat.  It's not because Chanel is still well under 30.  My wife will still win some putting them in a lineup, despite decades of age difference (about two).  In school uniform my wife will have the upper hand.  Chanel turns out to have a very beautiful face, after losing her baby fat since 19.  But my wife isn't at all weak.

I tend to forget about age.  In the last Halloween, when I took my kid out to trick and treat, I still got candies because I was in costumes.

Chanel's boy friend is just over 30.  I think I ran into them once.  And like Chanel, I have no problem dumping him given half the chance.  But for Chanel, dumping him could mean a life of poverty, ending up like some of her "colleagues", and nobody cares.

I'm still attracted to any one of them from head to toe.  I am sure about Chanel because she finally let me suck her toes and proud of it.  Can get near her ears though.  I am not that sure about my wife because I remembered I did but in recent memory I couldn't get her to take a bath together and then suck away.

I can still kiss any of them passionately as if making out in the back seat.  I know Chanel takes my tongue as a service, but that's good enough.  It's better than my wife who doesn't tolerate it.  Perhaps Chanel is more than providing a service.  You need some connection and acceptance to start being DFK's in the first place.

There are so much screwed-up people, or you can say incompatibility.   I know what the worse Chanel will come to.  Take my money and run?  There's an app to avoid that.  She doesn't really like me?  Maybe better than my wife.  I'm certain that I will not marry my wife the 2nd time.  But Chanel is like dating for a couple of years (it seems), and I think I know all of her daemons.  No surprises.

The alternative?  Like the single blond mother who showed off her bikini body in front of me in the swimming pool?  It's the same thing.  If I am not perceived as rather successful, nobody will bother.  Not Chanel.  Not my wife.   And if I am more than rather successful?  Single blond virgins, or college girl gone wild.

Can I live with her past?  In hind hind sight, it's not that difficult.  Far from her numbers, I have done some women.  Some are gorgeous but some I cannot be proud of.  (in the middle of the night, no alternative other than my own hand job)  And I know and have seen how's it's done.  If you need money quick, and you got a good madam, it's almost condom to condom doing incalls.  I have ran into clients and pimps that are rather repulsive.

Some men are into wife swapping.  But I'd rather find a whore myself.

It's funny how Japanese categorize their porn stars.  Some don't do sex and show the three points.  The censored stars have higher status than those uncensored ones who have to probably make the movie outside of Japan and the uncensored version is for export only.  Age from under aged (no sex, no points) to as mature as you can get while still attractive to some.  No points, censored, uncensored, amateurs, non-pro, civilian?  All in the mind.

Despiting satisfying all the male fantasies, the young girls are still behaving like angels.  The matures are so proud being able to make a porn movie.  Indeed all are proud.  For some it's like souvenirs when they are at their prime.   I don't think they have trouble finding eligible mates.

I have another girl, about the same age as Chanel, who likes to dress up and go out with me.  She even invited me to her local Starbuck alternative in the evenings.  It's like a cross between a Paris cafe and a British pub.  It's a place to look at other people, get dates, get laid, and show off their gadgets.  There are high school kids who were doing their homework, gossiping on Facebook, but mostly are younger professionals who would be proud to discuss the last book they read.  But somehow we didn't click.  I like her, sure.  Her body?  Great.

But it's Chanel who got my heart somehow.  Once I booker her in the morning.  I was on her chest recuperating after sex.  Then I discovered that I lost a few hours of time.  I remembered we were talking.  If not, I would have accused her of giving me date rape drugs.  Then she asked me to lunch.  Then we lost a few more hours in the restaurant until all other patrons left.  I'm almost sure she was up to something.  But I can't complain.  If we don't get along she could have pulled out any time.  I wasn't bribing her with anything other than the meal.

OK, back to now.  Looking for kindle books for kids.

My top posts

Blogger doesn't list top blog posts for the year, but the all time popular posts and top posts of the month are basically the same.

By a huge huge margin, Club Black of Buenos Airs, Argentina leads the pack, together with other clubs and posts.  Being discovered by the media is one thing, showing that there is a market for that is another.  We all know the bargain basement sex tourists and their boards.  I don't mind being one, looking at what the other 50% does (or experiencing it?), but you get hostile reactions from them, as if you alone can ruin their pocket.  Now if someone can tell me where to find Thai university students in their sexy uniforms asking for compensated dating, I will get there on my next break or detour.

I have no idea why my soft porn post is so popular, relatively.

Advertising is a hot topic, meaning there are always new girls thinking about it.  If I write about it more I will be assisting cheating.  Girls know about these things.  They often put up a few ad in different places and markets with different names.  They know how their ad is doing.  Basically get them to the door and get them to stay with your charm even if they are a little disappointed.  Sometimes new girls don't know what pictures are stocks, highly photoshopped, or real.  They don't know their competition and used the wrong strategy.

Ah, I don't know that flat chested woman is so popular, or the thought of what to do with them.  Pinching, pinching, pinching. I do that to my wife, so I am not trolling.  In the heat of the moment she can take it well.

Nevada brothels capture American's imaginations.  I'd rather remain silence as I never set foot in it.  I don't live there nor I have a deep pocket.

Surprise, surprise, many of you have anal hair problems.

Fetish anyone?

Some blog triggered me to look up fetish.  The pedia isn't helping.

As in the infinite range of human behavior, if it doesn't cause anybody any harm, and you can live with it, why not?

The whole food, and especially fast food industry is out there to get you.  If nobody is looking out for you, like your parents, you are doomed.  I mean some accept some degree of obesity without doing much about it unless they can't walk out of the door.  Some struggling with weight and still occasionally treat themselves with unhealthy food.  Some just can't get fat eating anything.

I really want to ask is, do you prefer toe sucking, DFK or tongue scrapping?  Or being heavily spanked or spank other people?

If you can't stand the thought of people licking your dirty and sweaty feet, you are not alone as many people can't fly.  You can make up some food and spice mixture and brush some on your feet to simulate the dirt.

If I were an escort, I would pick the easy thing to do and charge more.  Spicing things up cost more.  Asking me to do something others will think weired will cost you more.  I'm not being tied up and beaten up, but I will happily do it on you.

Firstly, the development of fetish, like all other things, are blamed on traumatic experience or your mother.

My alternative non-theory is common sense as in many other disciplines.  Instead of traumatic I would say intense.  The bio feedback mechanism is somehow ending up not as most people do.  Equilibrium is disrupted.  Positive feedback becomes overdrive, oscillating, resonance, unchecked, until limiting by some other forces, or until something bad happened.

Take sex.  The body is built what the body can, and want to, do.  You crave for sex.  You have sex sooner or later.  You are satisfied.  You craving subsides temporary, until next cycle.  What if you don't have sex?  Most can understand or imagine.

Shoes.  You can't blame your mother or any traumatic experience.  There are numerous designers past and present, whose only objective is to make shoes a sex stimulant - the fuck me shoes - obvious or subliminal.  You just can't blame yourself but the whole culture if you have shoe fetish, and feet fetish is closely connected.

Some said the same for schoolgirl uniforms.  The designers put all their adult male fantasies into it.  The rest should be blamed on the girls themselves.  Put them together and they will compete for attention, with the length of their skirts or otherwise.

School girl uniform fetish is easy to explain.  They are everywhere with impossibly short skirts.  You can't do anything about it as you are in elementary or middle or high school.  Worse, I was in a boy school.  You have an erection.  Then hard on.  No mitigation.  It develops into an intense craving or you can say traumatic experience.  I sympathize adults who develop it too.  You have no control on what triggers your erection.  Hiring somebody to wear what you want is a pretty good way to restore the equilibrium, and avoid developing into a serious condition.  Fully grown girls with the right stuff will be much hotter though.

I had a high school girl friend.  Naturally she was wearing the uniform a lot.  At the time naked for me is better than wearing anything.  When she graduated, she kept the uniform.  I spotted it in her wardrobe and asked her to wear it to make love.  She was OK with it but felt weired, and then she said she threw the uniform away.

I noticed her shoes, socks, and feet too.  I was a bit into it but there were too many other distractions.  In cold, or hot and muddy places, people cover up their toes for warmth and for respecting other people.  I forgot all about it.  But when I relocated I noticed most woman flaunt their toes and nails, and there's a whole industry for it, down every strip mall.

The first time it was autopilot.  The escort is almost 6 feet tall.  I always love legs but what can you do with them? Seriously?  All 6 feet or it?  I went down to look closely at her pretty nails.  That is a small enough area to focus on with you eyes, your lips, and you tongue for that matter.  A few happy experiences later it developed into some habit.  I can always find time to do that if she has a pretty feet.  And duck out of it if not.

I can totally sympathize why someone will bring his wife's clothings for an escort to wear.  My wife spent a fortune on shoes, and say, little black dresses.  But she wouldn't let me fuck her in any of it.  I actually brought one of her pair to see Chanel.  But it happened that the day her shoes were much better.  If I don't have to do the laundry, and her clothes is more robust, I would have brought the entire wardrobe.  It's free, instead of expensive gifts for Chanel, hoping she will wear it at least a few times. 

Talking about trauma.  Actually Chanel don't want to put on any gift that she really likes.  Actually she wants to wear it on her other life and don't want things to cross over.

Bringing step daughters clothes?  Actually I have the fantasy of asking a girl, totally stranger on the street, irrespective of age, where she brought her shoes or skirts or dress.  If the piece of clothing is sexy as hell she and I will understand.  I will say for my girl friend or wife.  For step daughters you actually got the clothes already.  As I said, you can't control your erections, but you can control who you fuck with.

Bird watching

I ran into a woman in a white dress shirt, not unlike that in the picture.  Maybe one less unbuttoned button.  Not that see through but you can see something.  It's sort of tailor fitted - narrow at the waist, wider at the chest to accommodate her breast and bra, without squeezing any meat.

She has hair somewhat shorter, but still overwhelming.

It was special because she must be over 40 if not more, and she is beautiful.  There must be a lot more beautiful and sexy 20 year olds that can fit that shirt nicely.  But at her age it have to be at least one in thousands.

It was even more special because I ran into her in McDonalds - she selling burgers.  Maybe she's only selling McCafe, the one competing with Starbucks.  Maybe she's the owner of the McCafe franchise.  Anyway I was shocked.

BTW, I went to McDonalds only because of the free WiFi.  I can enjoy a coffee while the bigger kids won't complain.  They can play their multiplayer games over the internet with their friends with video conference.

Earlier, in a town used to be run by little girls, I was shocked to see a college girl lookalike selling ice cream in an ice cream parlor.  She has neat flowing blond hair, in plain shirt and skirt that can be fit for office.  And she is pretty, refined.  Any older I would think she is the owner.

A little later she was gone, or maybe I went into another ice cream parlor.  Kids like ice cream.  The girls is also in her early twenties.  Not that delicate but fit cheerleader type.  She tied up her hair, in fit T-shirt and hot pants, ready for battle.  And she is cute, pretty and leggy.  Any sexier she should be in Hooters.  I can understand that if you can find some sweat hearts to sell your ice cream, you should.  But McDonalds?

Rolling back a couple of months, thanks to global warming in everybody's mind, girls and women just walk around town in bikinis.  It's very different feeling than at swimming pools.  This young woman walk across the parking lot of a supermarket.  She is dry so she is supposed to be going to swim in her bikini.  I didn't good look at her but she is wearing a fit and short T-shirt, not covering anything down there.  All the time I was focusing at her booty, in a small bikini bottom.  She was in some heels, not high heels, but maybe like shorter platform sandal with similar effects.  My eyes couldn't help tracking her across all my 3 mirrors.

On a different occasion, two teenager, still wet from the community pool or their own pool, walk into the strip mall in bikinis.  They got ice creams and sat on an outdoor table at the side walk to enjoy.  Girls menstruation at 11, with all the features well developing.  By the time they get to 16, it's difficult to tell between a girl and a young woman if you put a bag on their head, and tape their mouth.

I'm quite fond of late teens (among others) as they are quite capable of being themselves.  Even bad altitudes can be fun as long as you can get something out of them.  Some are in it for the quick money.  Others are in it for the money and they also like sex.  It's really no big deal to sell you some if you treat them well in return, and give them what they want.

The only problem is the addiction to money.  After that, it's really too pretty to do anything else.  If her other gigs didn't work out (they never did), Chanel would call her old clients on occasions to get the cash for everything in the month.  I can't imagine her getting minimum wage in a supermarket, collecting trolleys from the parking lot.  But every high end retail shop in Redo drive, Beverly Hills, Vegas will beg for someone like her, in good or bad times.  Perhaps she didn't know.  It's really not bad as you can get to a graduate's starting salary quick. Perhaps she doesn't even care. 

Ashton Kutcher out of twitter

May be I'm the last one to know.  Anyway

Actually I was rather surprised he is still tweeting after the sex trafficking controversial.   And obvious he still tweets after his extra-marriage sex scandal.

It's not just me.  Everybody will know that this air head will run into troubles sooner or later (except for his 1 million followers).  Of all the troubles, he got into the Penn State child rape cases.

Foreskin, hookers, and evolution

These are what I read recently from my blog rolls.  I'm glad that someone got life altering inspirations from evolution.

Everybody got some brain washing from birth.  Look at the opening scene from Breakfast at Tiffany's.  It is a miracle that evolution got in school curriculum and stood tall in some cultures, such as USA.

By training, I'm happy to be wrong.  If I'm wrong, I can do more for less money and keep the difference.  People are wrong most of the time, sooner or later.  You only need to be right at the critical moment once a while, and you will be outstanding from the rest.

Now foreskin.  I'm not passionate about it - it's your baby.  But you can see the personal bias during truth searching, and cultural brain washing in effect.

I know hookers hate dirty pennis.  Women too of course.  But circumcision is a very American thing (and some other places of course).  Like dental works (or boob jobs of course).  If you look at a corpse with perfectly white teeth all in the correct positions, you know he/she was American.

Nobody likes dirty pennis, foul mouth, flaking skin and hair.

Europeans don't do it.  Asians (non-Muslims) don't do it.  Jews and Muslims do it out of religious reasons.  Catholics condemn it and Christians are probably neutral about it (probably under US pressure).

I think it started in US during the cross over times.  You perform "medical" surgeries without knowing germ theory.  It spread to Canada and Australia, but declined in recent years.  Except for US, still going strong.  The other exception is S Korea - in which it is another US sin, where 80% of boys are cut.

If you don't like it, justify it with whatever you may, but the medical defense is laughable.  Oh yes, the rest of the world will die.  US will save the world once again.

I'm sure the often referenced study is correct.  You don't need any more studies.  That's elementary germ theory and elementary probability.  If you have a dirty pennis, you get infections.

But does that justify circumcision?  A no for me. 

If you care for your baby, you will look after his pennis well until he can look after it himself.  For first born with ignorance mothers, the first sign of inflammation will remain both the mother and son to keep the pennis clean for the rest of their lives.

Tell me if the medical conditions so developed are dangerous and will not be cured 100%.

As for aids and other STD's, why would you do unprotected sex with casual partners? You can bend the odds a little but you won't any money if you don't gamble at all.

As to the reasons for not to cut, it's so overwhelming for the un brain washed.

His father is cut.  Girls like the clean look.  More or less masturbation.  Those are laughable reasons for me.  If you go for those, please do.  I'm not talking about those.

In the pre wars years, one in a few thousands babies died during circumcision.  How many are botched?  Of course hospitals are far better since then. But now we have super bugs and hospitals can be more dangerous than the home during outbreaks.  People die from that with no cure.  Why you want to cut open your baby?

Why don't you give your boy the choice when he grows up?  "He will thank you because he doesn't need to go through the pain."  Oh, is that painful?  Of course.  The argument for it is that babies won't remember the pain?  What !!!  I won't do it to my cat!  It's outright cruelty.

I don't understand why it's still painful to cut it in adulthood.  For babies, you could have whole body anesthesia, which is a always a danger of not waking up, botched dose, especially for new born.  Or you do it WITHOUT anesthesia.

If you have doubts, you are invited to watch a circumcision in progress. 

It's common sense or science.  It's much more difficult to cut off a tiny piece of skin off a tiny pennis than a big fat one.

You have to be very sure about the people doing the cutting.  I doubt if you get a highly skilled surgeon to do it.  If not, it may be the high cost of insurance.  Your rabbi?

I happened to walk into one, the aftermath.  In the baby I was curious why two babies couldn't stop crying very loudly, more like screaming.  They were watched by two old man in plain clothes. I walked by them by chance, took a glance and noticed the bulk of cotton covering his pennis.  It was obvious that the cotton were stained with blood.  It's a lot for tiny babies.

It must be the reflex reaction on my face.  The guy started talking to the babies, "I'm here to help you".  The babies kept screaming.

It's not just any hospital.  Nearby there's a harbor full of yachts.   And private maternity rooms are always fully booked.

I'm sure they don't remember a thing when they grow up.

Pictures with locations

This time it's not about fake pictures.  Not about GPS info in pictures, although it's not a bad idea.  Not everybody have the goods to take a picture in difficult to photo-shop backgrounds.

It's not bad to have too good to be real pictures.  And that's not today's topic.

But it's better to have as many real things in it, other than "you".

Too many pictures seems to be taken straight from European and Asia porn magazines.  That's true but it's not today's topic.

Have a real furniture.  Sit on a real chair.  Even if you are in a studio.  Have a real plant.

Then it comes to the point that many pictures irritates me being out of location.  You sell yourself in the West Coast and you take pictures in front of a brick wall?  There's no bricks here.  It's worse than fake pictures taken out from porn magazines without any backgrounds.  I hate pretty girls in front of brick walls, just as many hate pretty girls stand in front of stucco.  That's culture.  I like bricks but I don't have it.

The other extreme is pictures taken on arrival, in cheap motels with cheap cell phones.  It just shows that your cell phone is cheap.  Or you really need the blur function without the blur software.

A once successful international site was successful because they can send photographers to your hotel to take very decent pictures.  They had to move to overseas servers and keep some distance, as the photo service is too close to pimping.

It's better to take pictures in your home if you don't mind.  Hotels will do.  Studios?  What for?

I was once on a model's weekly cam show.  She was the only one I ever subscripted.  Perhaps I felt that she was local.  When I complimented the architecture and furnitures of her home, she freaked out.  She insisted that her address is just a drop box - she don't live there.

Of course I can tell.  I drove pass there everyday.  I have been in so many houses, apartments and hotels.  An apartment in that address will be build and furnished just like her home.

It's interesting to see how the mind works.  For a starter there's the very old declassified CIA interrogation manual.  All you need to know is that you can force persons to do something they are unwilling to, without physical violence.  Advertising, sales, management, they are all at it as much as it's legal.

The other day I revisited the opening scene on Breakfast at Tiffany.  She is so much a brain washed girl, just like 99% of us.

In this case, if you want clients to think real, put in as much real things as you can.

But it can be a disaster.  Depends on what sort of client you are after.  If you ask for $500 or more an hour, you hope your clients know how to tell good pictures from bad ones.

You can always put on a blond wig, put up another ad on blackpages with cell phones pictures.  Make you have another phone number and name. 

Chanel can tell you that it doesn't matter $1000 an hour or $150 half hour.  The best clients are those who don't mind a lot of lube.  Get in, jerk off intensely inside a pussy, and then get out fast.

For anything else you really need a Mastercard or any cards with high limits, after you spend all your disposable income.

Tron - role play?

Feeling a bit nostalgic, I played Tron Legacy on Netflix.

There's not much to see, just feeling old, a bit like Jeff.  But to my surprise, my eyes can't move away from Quorra.  Actually her eyes.

She's all wrapped up in a disfiguring suit and I can't stay away from her eyes.

You fail Disney.  If she can wear shorts like Laura, I can look at her legs too.  And she may just be more popular than Laura.  But then its Disney.

From the moment she appeared, I knew I seen her somewhere.  Throughout the movie I was wondering who she is and where they find her.

After the movie I found out that she is Olivia Wilde, obviously very popular.  I still couldn't recognize her.  Then her list says House !

She was the reason I watched and tolerated House.  Before that it was the blond.  Both are good looking with glasses.

I couldn't have recognized her.  From back length hair to chin length.  She must be thirties now if not more, and still ride on the back of a motorbike with a teenager!  But she is actually more beautiful now.  When Chanel was 19, she was just another pretty face, fresh meat.  A few years later she becomes a haunting beauty.

Did anyone ask you to play a tomb raider role?

Nobody watches TV.  Not even Netflix.  I don't think the mandatory digital TV helps anybody.  When the imported cheap TV is good enough, people just plug in their netbooks, and much more interesting in that.

The end of advertising and listing?

I vaguely remembered some escort ads, mostly agencies.  More relevantly, there are the listings.  Craig's lists is a good example.  They know how to find you as long as you are on some lists.  Indeed you need to be on and off to have some time to yourself and a life.

Escort reviewing is way ahead of Amazon.  But sadly no body was bold enough, had a vision, or not for profit enough, to link listings to reviews.

But Amazon did it and live to tell the story.  Indeed, it forced it's model on all the online retailers.  But no one can catch up with Amazon.

Recently I brought some gadget on eBay, because it wasn't on anywhere else for that sort of price.  It was trouble.  I have a few bad experiences in a row.  It doesn't matter if the seller is excellent.  We are not buying the seller, aren't we?  We are buying the goods.  Today eBay try reviews, buying guides, rate sellers, but still wouldn't allow reviews on the goods on sale.  It doesn't matter how good the buyer's protection is, it's a waste of time.  I'm not going to get anything again if I don't have to.  Anyway, returns are processed by the sellers, so it just trouble even if they are willing.

Target, Homedepot, Lowes, Sears, they all have reviews, and most other small online retailers.  The problem is, they check your reviews before letting it out after a few days.  It's totally sanitized.  Indeed words such as stupid, may get you filtered out.

Amazon is free for all, totally uncensored (not very true).  They do check what you write, but in the past it's almost invisible.  The best thing is that you can comment on the review directly too - something that review sites dare not to do.

Does it work?  After a couple of years, it pretty good.  It's almost perfect if you are familiar with escort reviews.  You know how to interpret it.

The reviews are colorful.  True, the average ratings doesn't reflect the real features of the product.  But you can look at the reviews themselves.

Some morons rate the products with no good reasons.  Actually for bad reasons.  Because it beeps too loud, when you actually can adjust the volume or disable it.  So the crowd come down hard on him.  But he deserves it.  Everybody else beeps the same.  It could be usability, user-friendly, issues.  But once you know it, it's easy to adjust it or disable it.  Now you know it.  You can always change your review or ratings (I think).

It would be on route to a perfect world if you need to write down why you vote.  Of course anonymous if you want.  So it should be one person, one vote, one review, for others to see, like counting the vote.  You can see which candidate attracts morons.

Basically, your wife left you, your kids don't listen to you, you boss hate you, no body wants to work with you.  Your dogs want to escape.  But on voting day, you are treated like god.  So you play god.  For once in you miserable life you can do what you want and people are begging for it.  You don't need to listen to anybody.  Nobody will criticize you.  You don't need to do any homework, its hard for you.  Your opinion is highly valued, even though your vote is one of millions, and you don't have a clue.  Most likely you are brain washed and vote for the guy who give you less.

Hangover

Oh yes, I'm doing movie reviews too.  But Hangover I and II is positive about prostitution without saying it.  They were filmed in Vegas and Bangcock after all.

With suspense all the way, Hangover is a movie worth watching.  Critics say Hangover II is not as good, or bad, but it's always difficult to make a better one.  It's a lot easier to make another one.  If you are a fan of Hangover, the sequel is not that bad.

First of all, you can really drive LV to LA is 3 hours or under.  Check.  If you have a reliable car that don't shake at high speed, and you are prepared to pay fines.  Just don't push your luck too much right around the city edges, and at some well known black spots, you will be fine.

In the sequel, the team says that they lost one of their own to Bangkok.  It doesn't mean that the guy got lost, killed by enemies, kidnapped or whatever.  It means that somehow the city swallowed him in one on it's many ways.  Check.  I got the same feeling after "one night in Bangkok".  Even though I booked non-nonrefundable hotel for a couple more days, I called the taxi and boarded my original flight before I changed my mind.  I was stranded somewhere before.  Not anything dangerous but  I have to waited for a week before I can fly home.  At the time I already sold my camera, my credit card haven't got a lot in it, I have only one card, and no body else know where I was.  I was also afraid that I was losing my mind at the land of smiles.

The Dentists says, "I fight my daemons.  I went to hell and come back."  It wasn't a great speech, but I understand what he is supposed to say.

In a recent study, 40% of EU people have mental disorder, depending how broad you define mental disorder.  That reinforces my dating theory.  Say a person can be characterized by dozens of "dimensions", for example, philosophy competence.  Each dimension has an ideal point, say understand how logic works.  Then most people have something wrong in one way or the other.  And that's normal.  You can't put two people together that are fundamentally against each other's characteristics.

Everybody have some daemons.  I wouldn't say I confront them, fight them, but I face them and manage them.  Given in to temptations.  Check.  I still have fond memories of my beginner's luck visiting prostitutes.  Sex with TS.  Check.  Mine are all beautiful, I wasn't drunk and I didn't regret it.  Battle with international criminals.  Check.  I can't even tell you about it.  Brush with drug dealers.  Check.  I could have taken to jail, charged with possession or even dealing, depending on what they found in my car that didn't belong to me.  I am totally innocent but I could be punished for totally stupid to let a teenage courier/pusher into my car and speed away from the police. 

If you look at those so called anti-prostitution feminists, they probably all have strong daemons.  A photo of the chief looked like she's a failed specimen of evolution.  She's totally unattractive to the opposite sex (I can't tell about the other), and she's proud of it.  Evolution is about passing on your DNA.  The mechanism is sex and the bottom-line is that you have to be attractive to the opposite sex.  Age isn't the problem.  You don't have to look repelling irrespective of age.

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Why see prostitutes - caught in between

It's "she against the world".  Unfortunately I was caught in between.  I got most of the crossfire.

She wants a certain car.  It's no more than a little girl who wants something from her daddy.  But it developed into CIA interrogation techniques, psychological warfare.  It's exactly like pointing a gun to my head, forcing me to go to the dealer, who brought out the pressure sales team.

It's like dumb celebrities, who often get what they want.  But when people from the real world stand up to their mistakes, they crush their perceived enemies using their popularity, not their wisdom.

Guns are lovely in a way.  You can run.  You can say "she's resorting to violence".  But you can't call the cops for non-violence abuse.  And you can't run.

You can't escape from that.  I tried to find out what is Glee.  In the pilot episode, mommy wants the best for her new born (which is a false pregnancy).  Daddy has to give up a job he likes, or work as janitor at after hours.

This reinforced my theory of dating.  Simplify a person's personality to one dimension.  Represent the dimension from 0 to 100, with 50 as "normal".  If you match persons with the same defect, or defects that compliment each other, they will be happy with each other.

Instead of "she/he against the world", it's "me and you against the world", the romantic feeling.

Unfortunately many people do not see what they are up against, even the world.  Disagreement is not just about doing the right thing - right and wrong varies from trivial to controversial.  Easier things to consider are timing, priority, consequences, ability.  To my spouse, these are excuses.

What will you do after being released from intensive interrogation?  Yeah, I need some other release too!

Mrs Player got herself a gig with a couple of thousands for clothing subsidy, per season.  I am glad that she will not be losing money on that.  But in a way that's always counter productive.  In a good season I spent thousands on prostitutes, all because of her, not performing her duty.

Adding salt to the wound, I can't tell her to wear them and mess them up.  I can't stain them with semen.  But I warned her that if she finds something slimy in her Italian handcrafted shoes, that will be my leftovers.

Real men are dumb

Bono has his critics.  Many high profile celebrity activists have some.  Oprah's school is a typical failure.  Madonna should be smarter? But her religious charity folded.  Jenny McCarthy got a lot of kids killed because she believed a doctor who lied to move to Hollywood.

I don't know how Aston Kutchy build up a 7 mil following in Twitter.  But that's nothing in China's standards.

What does he get from Twitter?  "Please follow me back, I'll die happy."  That's probably someone from Kenya who got her first computer.

Twitter has value if there's no available reliable source of information.  This is hardly the case in anti-prostitution and anti-trafficking.  These guys always tried to shut up their oppositions.

Aston isn't raising awareness either.  He's trying to shout down the opposition.

These twitter guys are trouble.  He may be thinking the whole day or the whole week for a half decent sentence, and then tweet as if he's the greatest man in history.

His followers I imagine are like Paris Hilton.  When she's sober and seriously want to do something good for the morning instead of shopping, she may read a quote from a great man.  She thinks it's good.  The next minute she goes partying as if nothing had happened.

Aston is so dumb as to invade other's hash code #DNA.  Does he thinks that everybody knows him and everybody else will give up the hash code for him?  Or does he even heard of DNA?  People who had been using DNA are enough to drown him.  Now the spammers join in.  A fraction of the 7 mil will be interested in Gucci, LV bags, etc.

Does Twitter followers worth anything?  Most of them probably don't read news.  Retweets are illusions, a measure dreamed up by Twitter.

Twitter is basically a spam machine (so are many others).  You can buy large blocks of accounts cheaply.  Retweets are then next to free, worthless.

Facebook deals with spammers by using plenty of international secret agents, whose actions are unacountable to anybody.  FB also force you to use your real name, to reduce spammers and to force feed you with their own spam.

But you can't defeat spammers.  No matter how you filter, censor, using robots and humans, all celebrities resort to verified accounts before you can leave any message.  A phone number cost less than $2 so spammers have to think about the break even point.  But for others, there's no need for such consideration.

Twitter has no chance.  It is old and not prepared for that.  It has no resources to do what FB does.  And FB had yet to proof that it can survive the rebellion against verification, spreading from US to all parts of the world.