Now that I am going into semi-retirement at least for the next several months, I think of doing some mentoring. Not that I haven't done that before, but now I know newbies or old newbies are so bad, escorts included.

If you want unbiased consumer advice, you don't go to the chamber of commerce. If you want to please a client, you don't go to an old timer who hates all her remaining clients.

Usually, most boards kill cancers automatically before they take hold. Usually, newbies are the collateral damages. But not for the front page of the internet. This abnormally is worthy of anthropological studies. One reason is that it's so easy to create a new handle so people don't behave as well as they should, and the mods don't hesitate to ban people left and right.

Website owners or moderators are more accountable since they have some financial or reputation at stake. For subreddit owners, they really don't have much to lose. Group thinking is prevalent.

Looking back, I have some mesmerizing moments with the blonde cheerleader Ava that I haven't written about much. I saw her a few times in about the same number of weeks. Once I lost it due to over sexed so I pulled her hand to my cock while looking into her eyes. We kissed, looked at each other passionately until she finished what I came for. It was an enchanting experience perhaps her eyes are very blue. But I don't often recall the moments because I was then in love with Kendall for a month or two.

I know it's hard to look at your clients eye to eye, during the most intimate and critical moments, lol. I know I turn somebody off big time just by mentioning DFK missionary, yuk! But then you don't know me or my favorites.

Chanel didn't do it because she rather not fake anything, and I would have kissed her more than she wanted in that position. I don't think she disliked me. She just wanted more money or kept herself in a good bargaining position. But actually, she did, just not when we were intimate. She has the confidence. It's more like telling me to come back next time with her eyes and pretty face.

Kendal is a bit cold on the kissing but I never had enough. The others don't kiss that much or they don't have the confidence like Chanel. Caroline came close. But maybe we kissed too much. Maybe it's her way to make me forget to do something else, like tongue fight. And she knows that her face isn't perfect. Nikita the Russian tried too hard. She is the classic escort, mature, young, blonde, pretty with a nice body, in a nice dress and heels. But she was like an EMT trying to resuscitate me on our first meeting.


I can never put a figure on how old or young Ava is. She actually posted her old cheerleader photos and her current pretty face. She still looks like a school cheerleader with her good proportions. But actually, she is quite tall so you don't realize that her body is fuller than that of a schoolgirl. And she is totally hot in shorts and short T-shirts. I know she is probably hiding something but I couldn't figure out and I never bothered to figure it out when we were naked.

She looked so good that I asked for her dress size on our first date so I could bring something next time. But she didn't take me seriously, saying just medium. My experience is that you are likely to be disappointed if you pick lingerie or costume based on how the thing looks on the model. A good fit increases you odd of satisfaction.

She is all natural so she could be what she claimed to be, 19 perhaps that I don't remember.

But she was more mature than that - the way she handled herself. She was polite, courteous, and accommodating. Yet she didn't fell for my charm, lol. Caroline and Nikita wanted to capture my heart when we met the first time. Chanel2 treated me like a long lost friend and expected that we will see each other often. At least her friend Margaret reacts with smiles when she saw that I was like having just discovered a gem.

Maybe Ava didn't feel that I performed that great so she didn't expect much of me. But she changed totally when I booked her again. Once, I prepared to kiss her passionately right there when she opened the door. And she delivered. I stared at her telling her that I missed her very much with my eyes. I got close with a wicked smile and we started passionate kissing. Of course, we closed the door first. You don't normally have the chance to do that. Most prefer to be near the bed at least when passion starts, and when they are naked - not to mess up anything they are wearing - and when clients have taken a shower if offered.

The other time I booked her I felt that she could be over 30 but looked a lot younger. No talking, no girly voice to break the ice, just straight to passionate kissing and sex. And she complained slightly about messing up her lipstick. I was happy with the way she was but she acted younger and younger on the following dates. I had no problems either if she has to stay up with the overwhelming competition.

In the end, it was the unexpected that ended our relationship. Her blowjob is bad. I didn't believe it. I thought she was distracted or didn't try hard enough. But it can't be all bad all the time. Maybe I was spoiled by Kendal, sending me up to heaven every time. To be fair I didn't expect Ava to be in the same league in oral techniques. But it was so disappointing. Ava is about the most beautiful, model-like girl that I had anal sex with. And it cost me dearly.

I had plenty of chance to see her again, before and after she changed her name and before she disappeared entirely. But the odds are usually not good. It is rare like Margret trying to capture me the 2nd time around with all she had got. She DFK'ed me several times when I wasn't expecting and put her tongue into my mouth when I was totally surprised.

So, I remembered most of Ava is her pretty lazy blue eyes and her ass that I worked hard on.

The Delivery Man

Ding, my Pretty Schoolgirl texted me for the first time ever, not responding to my booking. I thought she was asking me to see her, carrying our relationship to the next level. "I'm available in xxx today.", she said. It wasn't anything special; she was doing an incall today at an upscale hotel.

I'm not sure why she has the confidence to call me. Escorts don't do that to their regulars unless they are real friends with paid benefits. Maybe two weeks ago I sat in the car in the hotel parking lot waiting for her for 30 full minutes. When I arrived on time, she told me she would be late by 30 minutes. This was what I wanted to believe and I had no other options.

I could have changed the appointment to a half hour, giving her less money. I could have challenged her for the truth. I could have ranted. But I wanted it to work; I wanted to have a good time with her.

I haven't seen her too many times but our history is long. After I lost my ATF for a few years, I wasn't active for a couple of years. When I was looking for another ATF, she is one of the first girls whose looks I was happy with, leggy, tight round butt, looked like a skinny school cheerleader but curvy in the right places. And I love her smallish, young, natural breasts with responsive nipples.

The only fault I could find was that she wore a lot of makeup. She is an artist in that. She looks very pretty but I continued my ATF audition. Another reason is that she doesn't kiss much. It was a factor but I didn't think that it was a show stopper. Given enough time and incentive, many will succumb to my charm, lol. My last ATF did.

I was flip-flopping about her and we see each other on and off about a year. All the once a week auditions cost money and I was running out. She seemed to have disappeared anyway. When I saved enough money to play again I rediscovered her. She changed her name but I was attracted to the same person in her new pictures. She still looked perfect even on her 3 year of being 19.

Not only that she changed her name, her attitude is very different. Before she disappeared, when I was almost a regular, she showed her affection by touching my lips for a few seconds and then teased me with a little tongue. I didn't blame her as she was 19 for the first or second year since I knew her. This time she not only do DFK, but gave me her whole tongue when I sucked. And she would kiss me from time to time when she was on top without prompting. So I couldn't wait for her to return for a proper reunion. It was a 2-month wait. That's a reason that I didn't bother to say a word when I had to wait in the car for a full 30 minutes.

Today, just when I was about to leave for the hotel, she texted me,"Can you do me a big favor?". My heart sank to the ocean floor. If she bumped me again for even 15 minutes I would leave and I doubt if I will ever see her again. It turned out that she was hungry and didn't have time to get food. I was so relieved that I promised her everything. So I went to the ATM, drove through an upscale fast food restaurant and still only late for a minute.

I was honored that she picked me to deliver her food. I was her check-in client - her first one of the day. But then she could have checked in hours earlier and ordered food delivery service when she couldn't stand the hunger. And that she really had back to back appointments with no time to get food herself. The clever bit is that she eats on my time. I paid good money for her time and she used it to eat instead of entertaining me. If I wasn't her check-in client she must be thinking I'm stupid and picked me to deliver. Since I wouldn't know one way or the other I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

She looked perfect as ever. I encouraged her to eat because I wanted to watch, not the food but her. he didn't feel it was a polite thing to do. When I came out of the shower she was indeed eating. So I sat on the bed behind her. Seeing that I was erect, she reversed a little and sat on my lap, my cock between her legs. I loved to hold her like that for as long as I wasn't tired. She was in her signature sexy lingerie. But she wouldn't want to take too long wasting my time that I paid dearly for.

After mind-blowing sex that we all wish we had, it was my nap time. She went to finish her meal with my blessing. I took a shower and some more napping. When she finished she came back for some cuddling. Oh yes, she never did it before she changed her name. It was a bit awkward at first. I wanted to hold her but I didn't ask because I didn't know if she minded; it is very personal. She didn't mind but she didn't know if I wanted to because I didn't ask. Now we have some silence protocol. She could sleep right next to me or close enough. I could put my arm and leg over her.

But she preferred to be held in the fetal position, stacked together like two spoons without space in between. I couldn't say she agrees but at least she liked to turn her back on me. I was really keeping her warm. Her cold feet were getting warmth from my legs.

Tell me how to win your heart

Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue

It strikes me as the exact feeling for me when I met someone that I care about but didn't book her that day.

Winning her heart has very different meanings in this industry. It took me a year on and off with Chanel before I got her private number. The rest is history. But I could have booked her at her rack rate for a few more times to make things easier, or perhaps not.

Chanel II seems to be easy because she thinks her friend Margaret hooked us up. We bonded the first time and we talked a lot. She even texted Margaret when we were naked on the bed after sex. But she always appears when I am broke. I saw her once and only once.

I know Margaret is difficult. We had a good start but it took me a lot of time go through all the auditioning to go back for her. And at her prime, she didn't care about my spending level. Finally, when I got somewhere, the place she frequented got shut down. And I was broke, went hiding in a cave instead.

When I rediscovered her again recently, her enthusiasm surprised me. But that wasn't consistent. She almost reverted to her old self. And I didn't move forward. I don't know how long I can afford to see her regularly.

And just when I suspect that every time I see her, it may be the last. All of a sudden she mentioned about church, grama, rent. I know I won her heart. She wants some arrangements and some commitments. Of course I couldn't take that up. Fortunately she was not obvious, thinking that we have plenty of time to set something up. But sooner or later, I have to disappear at least for a few months. That might take us back to the first time we met. But she looked good!

I almost freaked out when Caroline posted on IG soon after my last blog about her. I thought she was trolling me. On closer examination, she may not be. She was just doing some minor cosmetic enhancement.

I'm happy for her that she has the money to do so. Or maybe it's a free endorsement. It's all good either way.

Now I'm as confused as ever. Model shoots? OK. For clients, I don't think posting before and after and in between pictures or stories make sense, particularly the before ones and the in-between ones. Impress your buddies? Fine, but they don't comment that much. But the endorsement probably works. If you have just hundreds of followers, some of them are bound to have the same issues and are likely to try it. The new business generated will worth the free treatment. But she could have lost one or two clients. I don't think she is active escorting these days.

See you in 18 years!

It seems like only yesterday when I was at the changing table - for diapers. I was settling into my new role with a newborn haphazardly. It dawned on me that my dream of running away with the love of my life was gone, if I ever manage to find one. She doesn't need to be the love of my life, but maybe a gorgeous woman who likes me for what I am, income, looks and everything else. The dream wasn't dead, but it had to be put away for at least 18 years.

And I was so lucky that it was perhaps the only worry!

The phrase "see you in 18 years" has a new meaning when you have a newborn. If I can't get justice against you, I will send my kid after you, in 18 years' time. He/she will be well trained, well-educated, and a legal, lethal weapon targeted at your demise.

I see it coming but didn't feel it, until now. First, the public examins, the relaxation, the college visits, and the farewell social activities. Now that she's gone, I almost choked up at the little things in her room that reminded me of what I did for her.

It could have been so much better for her if I were more successful. If I could fight harder to spend more time in her upbringing. She could have been accepted in the top universities, with a big scholarship, in a sorted after field, ending up in a high paying job. Yes, I've been there except for the top part. But since then I am certified smart with all the public documents to show for.

But all is not lost. She isn't there but not far away. And she has all the opportunities in the world.

I'm afraid she wouldn't remember the little things I did for her, hanging up the baby things, window tinting, and making custom DVD's with custom designed/copied labels and case. Indeed, she has a good life better than her siblings - everything is organic. She has all the big birthday parties like any other child in the neighborhood. And she was very proud of her dad until she was in school, when the family fortune goes downhill.

I wish I could have done a lot more. But I shouldn't be sad. She lived in one of the safest cities in the nation, but with the convenience of nearing major urban/cultural/business centers. She spent all her life so far in her own room, a single family house with a big yard in the suburbs, managed by a menacing HOA.

Well, maybe not a iPhone that many of her friends have since middle school. But that's one of the things that I didn't mess her up.

I never worry about being alone when all my kids are gone. But now I'm afraid of all the memories if they don't end up well. It will be a life of regret of not doing enough.

Oh yes, compared to other teens and young women that I met, my kid should be very happy.

I don't think escorts are necessarily miserable. I have done enough of hanging out, shopping, wine and dine. The money is good and they worry about what car should they drive. When they are not happy with you, they just lie there so you have to give them more incentive next time. But when they are happy, they will give you a surprise kiss, the tongue or anything else.

Like Margaret, the pretty schoolgirl, who must be over 21 now, after a few years still can't stop responding to music when I was holding her naked body to body while napping after sex. She is still struggling to get me talking.

Of course, not everybody lives with their mothers and hooks up for pocket money for luxury things. Some pay for college themselves. Some just need the money.

It's hard to keep a big dark secret that you can't tell anyone. It's hard for me but I do enjoy what I do, unlike many of them. And there are no friends in the business. I think Margaret still regret mentioning Chanel 2, who thought Margaret introduced her to me and texted Margaret when we were in bed. I haven't seen them both for a while since then and they may be blaming each other.

And when I have the money, I can only pick one - she who kisses me a lot and with tongue. I thought Chanel 2 has more potential but when I met Margaret again she didn't give anyone else any chance.

One more thing, my happy reserve is officially completely depleted. That gave me so much fond memories and carried me over crisis after crisis. But I'm also sad, not that I can't carry on bonking as much as I like. You never know what tomorrow will bring. I still feel the same when I was at the changing table, except that my eyesights are a little poorer, with a little beer belly, and a little love handle. But I don't lose a single hair after washing and they stop turning white.

Just the other day I went into the grocery bank with my tees and shorts. Did you ever see a teller making a mistake? I have seen him a few times and he still seems nervous. He got the number wrong. He is far from handsome and I think he is gay.

I am sad because I could have done better with the money, like investments. But I just don't have extra physical and mental energy to deal with anything not the most necessary. I'm lucky just to stay sane.

Keeping up appearances

Caroline is always the type of girl I wanted, having the body of a teen model without the need to babysit her. Her public age is mid-twenties but she can be easily over thirty.

When I saw her face, face to face, I was stunned.  What influenced me on the side was that she was in two tiny pieces of lingerie. She is tall but she can be one of those skinny cheerleaders straight out of school practice. Yet, she is more refined and stylish with her blonde short hair. Indeed, she is a model; there are many types.

Once she posted a picture that must have been taken many years ago. I thought it was recent until I know her better. I thought I had been fucking the girl in the picture after the fact. She has the same body type but she is a lot cuter then. The trouble is, she is still rather cute at most angles so I didn't realize at first.

Being an all American white blonde girl, I thought she might be a bit cold or distance. Girls like that don't need to do much. The main reason I picked her because someone, who is impressed by me obviously, recommended her to me at the last of a passionate list. I still don't know if that means she is the oldest or the most passionate or the least GFE or the most expensive.

Since the first time we met, she clings onto me like a plastic film, with unlimited passionate kisses. Is that perfect or what? That's why I requested her the next week after we first met. I had no idea that she is available at her own house any time when she is not doing something else. I had been seeing her month after month until my budget ran out.

She doesn't say no, but I'm not picky. She enjoyed being eaten, all positions. I can be rough to her but it was me who always stopped before it could be uncomfortable to her. I don't want our relationship turning into something else, lol. She tried hard to cum every time or at least getting into the mood. I feel so much like a VIP. For the cons, yes she does have negatives, she doesn't like tongue. When I admired her starfish she moaned but I felt that she was uncomfortable other times. And she is uncomfortable when I play with her feet. She had been a waitress, a classy one though, living rough, and saving on pedicures.

One day, when she was riding on top of me like a cowgirl, I realized that she was not as pretty as I thought. I am not saying that she is a beauty queen or she can challenge me face to face like Channel without makeup on. She doesn't seem to use much makeup but she is the type of pretty girl you see everywhere, fashion shows, car shows, commercials.

Her nose is a bit big from my angle looking up. And later I understand why some of her pictures look so gorgeous and others disasters. She has deep blue eyes if enhanced, perfect oval face and enough cheekbones to look perfect, looking straight into the camera. On her side profile, her nose sticks out and without salon treatment on her hair, she looks so much older than a teen model.

Of course, I don't mind her nose that much, she is always pretty to me. But for a model and an inspiring IG model, she obviously needs a nose job, or she already had a bad one.

I really don't know what to make of her IG account. Certainly, it's not for hooking up like many professional escort accounts. But perhaps it is. It makes no sense unless it's her way to connect with her clients, keeping them updates on her endeavors and reminding them of her without trying too hard. With a hundred likes for a good update, I feel that she has been talking to me. Or maybe she has a few clients like me, promising to be discrete, clicking on the heart only.

When I first got her account, it seems to be more for family and friends. I know she doesn't have much and for what she has they are not the type to follow her IG accounts. There are pictures of the classmates of her unfinished degree. The rare appearance of her boyfriend who seems to be just happened to be in the picture. Maybe she doesn't want to appear single for years. Her dog, her cat and her mother!

But then I saw more and more professional model pictures. But they are taken mostly previously. Now she actually has some new photoshoot and behaving more like other IG models and social influencers.

Others have cute kids; she has her mother and baby sister who doesn't show her face. They aren't the type who would have an IG account. Other have cute pets; she has her cat looking exactly like any cat in her Hollywood neighborhood, the wrong side. Others have regular selfie updates; she is struggling to post one every week. By struggling I mean she took the time to do some makeup but not the hair. I know she knows not to stress her hair too much. But she doesn't look good with her short hair tied up.

Others venture to exotic places, live in exuberance hotels, go around in luxury cars or yachts. She doesn't even show the inside of the home she lived in for years, except for the good corner of her bed; there's no bedroom as such. The bathroom sink is tiny, the bathtub sucks and the kitchen is for clothes. But finally, she realized that her exterior is avant-garde - a distressed door, falling paint on the cracked wall, weed grows up the broken concrete ground, abandoned compound. She doesn't need to hunt for backgrounds. She just needs to walk out, and maybe a bit to the backside of her house. I laughed at her stylish pictures when I realized where they could have been taken.

She went with one photographer who bothered to venture into the nearest torching desert valley. He asked her to wear a leather bikini. Her tits were almost fried.

Now most IG models should stay off IG and the same for most IG photographers. Now if you can make girls look beautiful, girls will hunt for you. They let you into their houses. They will get naked whenever you want. They will post and wear whatever and however you like. Now if you think your work is too good to be free, girls will pay you with whatever they have. It's no big deal. I always wonder how many times Caroline barter for her rent, her photographs and grocery for that matter.

If you don't have a fancy lifestyle to post, you can't be a social influencer. If you can't post pretty pictures, your model inspiration is dead. You don't even have anything to boast about. Leave it. So girls are constantly looking for photographers to keep their dreams alive, or just to say I'm a model and you aren't. If the best photographers aren't interested, you can always go for the next tier, and the next. So you can always see IG pictures of all body types and shapes, even with tattoos and piercings all over. And if you don't have an impressive camera or impressive portfolio, you can't be a chooser.

I enjoy Caroline's pictures. Her pictures from professional work, that is, paid, is good. Her selfies not bad because she is a hip, trendy girl. Her nudes, not so much. I think the photographer for her escort classified is good. He knows what men want and what to hide. Caroline's borderline eating disorder is a challenge to shoot. Her tits, even hidden, don't come out appetizing, as opposed to real life. Her legs are perfect for shorts like a schoolgirl but come out too thin. OK, maybe I'm jealous of those 2nd rate photographers, lol.

She still seems to be following her dreams passionately. I did saw her tears but maybe it's just a temporarily upset or having a bad client. Maybe she doesn't have anything to show for if she returns home. Maybe she can afford to; there's the minimal overhead of her existence I hope. But if I were her I would escort full time to grab some money while she can. And finish her degree if she chooses to. Or maybe she had done enough escorting already.

If you are reading this, I enjoy your IG posts. Although I can't comment, I like to know what my dear "friends" are up to, happy days or not so much, especially those I like and have a sexual relationship. I like to see your apartment complex and your cat. And your family is my "family". Though your mom could be a little bit more comfortable on cam.

Now the front page of the internet is a funny place. It is just a place to reinforce group thinking. There's no meaningful discussion. I was blasted for thinking that escorting is miserable. Women are up in arms for tarnishing their image. One gave up a tough to get degree and a six-figure salary to be an escort full time.

I don't think escorting is miserable as such. But everyone has a story and I got to read many. I just don't think that one will pick escorting if you have plenty of other options. Maybe if you are so successful that you can pick your clients and every one of them is tolerable. It would be very different when you are in your prime as opposed to when you are over 40.

I have so many real stories to myself. There's no real happy ending so far. A girl may be all that but she can't do much. She has to settle whatever she can get. Is that miserable or what? That's Chanel when she started. The best ending maybe those drop-dead gorgeous Asian women over 40 opening massage parlors, printing money without using their own hands on anybody any more. Chanel could have been like that only if her upbringing wasn't discreet. She could do porn or strip or go all out escorting with her face all over. At the end, she married for money that she would not have given other better options.

I don't know why those women were blasting me for. Their own people post miserable stories from time to time. One was on the brink of being homeless since she lost all her clients since BP closed - all familiar stories. One has been getting over a thousand on the very few days she works every week even when she is hitting 40. Once she was forced to quit she was washing toilets for minimum wage. I would think getting someone to pay your bills or student loans isn't that bad a deal, be it husband or boyfriend. And you can quit anytime. Is it better than fishing for clients all the time?

She lights my fire

In my dreams
I searched for her a thousand times
But when I turn my head in the fog
She is right there under the neon lights

Since my ATF Kali got married, I have been looking for a replacement. Margaret is the first one that meets my eyes of all the auditioning. They both started at 19, both believable because I follow them for years. Margaret is a pretty girl with a flawless body. I tried to work my magic on her but eventually, I gave up because she wasn't big on kissing.
It was the same with Kali, absolutely no kissing. But one day, she gave me a mint, and the rest is history. She is the gas station of my life force. I am recharging every time I deep kiss her.

Eventually, I lost track of Margaret. She turned up less and less because of dwindling interest. The last time I thought of her was when she deleted her profile. It is the same old story, but still sad.

Fast forward a couple of years, I have been spending my money on this IG model Cara with blonde hair, blue eyes. She can be 30 but looks like a teen model. She looks great, even in a swimsuit. Indeed, she does a bit of actual modeling. However, after seeing her at all the angles on every inch in point blank, she isn't the most beautiful woman that I have sex with after all. Still, I have to pay her just the same.

That's why after a close call on the freeway, I didn't call her but browse the classifieds instead. Over the years, picking the right girl basing on just pictures, often faceless, become 2nd nature.

I was surprised when she opened the door. Her body is above the average of the 19-year-old flawless category. She looks better than her pictures but that didn't surprise me. She is pretty and cute at the same time. That doesn't surprise me; you get that once a blue moon. She looks a tiny bit familiar but if I paid her before I could not have forgotten this pretty face. It was a surreal feeling but the moment passed.

More surprisingly, she is not a candy girl. She is not just an eye candy who doesn't do much. Girls this pretty don't really need to do much to get all the money. Men are easy.

When I was sitting naked on the bed, she stood between my legs, letting me undress her undies, grope her, rub her, and she sat on my lap for some breastfeeding. She DFK me without prompting, repeatedly. She doesn't know deep throating but rams her throat on my cock, gently.

More, when the DFK was too intense, she would just stick her tongue into my mouth, the whole of it. That wasn't enough for me; I almost suck the whole thing out.

When I was putting my clothes on, I recognized her makeup palette. I asked her if she knows Margaret, thinking that she may be her cousin learning from her and inheriting her tool of the trade.

"No," she said, "I'm Margaret."

I didn't accept it for a second but there is no other explanation. They have the same awkward taste of music, same body, same makeup tools. I just couldn't recognize her because her makeup was totally different. And I was absolutely right, I met her before. She decided not to lose me again.
Odd enough, her body looked exactly the same.

Now I have a big problem. My bank account is dwindling too largely because of Cara. I can't keep both of them. One has to be disappointed sooner or later, despite their efforts. Luckily Cara didn't turn up lately because of the change in advertising laws and more likely because of dwindling interest and the lack of willingness to pay her higher fee. And I have very good reasons not to visit her; the traffic is terrible and I can be late for half an hour easily. We don't want that.

So I have been seeing Margaret, just because she meets all my needs while more affordable than Cara. When I rediscovered her again, she had the naked look, which surprised me; what's the last time that I picked a girl hastily for a half hour fling only to meet such a beautiful girl? When I saw her again she reverted to the fancy Jenner look with fancy tapes and eyelashes that originated from Asia. Odd enough, I thought she was slightly fuller than a couple of years ago. But she looks the same as before when I see her the next time. Rightfully, her classified stated that she is 19 again.
Kali has the classic big beautiful eyes that you don't notice at first, unlike exotic models with eyes like a laser. But when you get closer, you know her eyes kill and her double eyelid is what Asian girls will die for. I don't know if her's are real but that's the most popular procedure for Asian girls. She is still beautiful without makeup and will show off and stare at me nose to nose when ordering me to do something that I don't really want. But she knows that she is a devasting beauty, carefully avoiding anything that could be accused of unethical.

Since I saw Margaret can do the naked look well, I view her fancy makeup in a new light. I don't think she is hiding some flaws. She is transforming into a different person who sells sex, and the makeup helps. You wouldn't recognize her when her makeup is different. And I very much appreciate that she takes the time to do all the fancy stuff. Yes, it's not just for me. But since I'm her loyal client I always get the first appointment of the day if I can make it. Maybe Kali is prettier but Margaret is cuter.

Kali is Asian with straight black hair down her shoulder blades. She has all her boyfriend's money to make it very stylish and voluminous, yet you don't notice the difference a few steps back. Margaret is Latina but she also has back length black hair, so straight and fine that it looks longer. Her hair looks shiny and well maintained but she just uses an ordinary shampoo.
Kali has a pair of a medium sized perfect breast for an Asian, so perfect that I couldn't tell if those were real. I still couldn't tell when she left me.
Margaret has the essential schoolgirl breasts, B cup at most, responsive nipples. I have been so fond of them that I think she hated it when we first met. I kept squeezing them when she blew me and she tried to duck out of it.

Kali has delicate skin, can be ghost-white at times probably because of her quarter white heritage. She looks 100% Asian though. As for the body, Margaret wins outright. She is taller, has longer legs, same narrow waist but bigger butt. But Kali isn't bad at all. She always kills when she walks in with her heels and dress. She wasn't trying to impress me. Her boyfriend just gives her a credit card for everything. It's a long story. I'm the cash ATM for her. But the fee I paid can't buy one of her heels.

Margaret's performance doesn't seem to be consistent. I don't fault her; perhaps she is a real person with a real personality and issues. One day she seemed to be ready to get married but another day she seemed to be a little distance, though still eager to please. There's a little bit of a problem. When I want to go epic and be gone with the wind, it may end up in a rom-com with a pretty woman.

She seems to be realizing it. The last time I saw her, she was waiting for me in the fresh cozy comforter when I came out of the bathroom. I went in and cuddle her like a Barbie doll until she wanted to kiss me, DFK actually. That was the perfect setting. Even better, she didn't refuse any tongue fight challenge. And again I sucked her whole tongue out and then some.
I told her to get a ride to warm up before I rough her up in her pussy. The best way to do it is the doggy. I know she isn't comfortable with DATO but she showed her lovely asshole when I was pounding her hard. I pressed my thumb on her starfish as hard as the astronauts sealing the oxygen leak in the space station as if my life was depending on it. I could imagine her screaming for joy but trying very hard not to disturb the neighbors.

I always want to finish doing two of my favorite things at once, kissing and sex. Philosophically, it's a complete cycle of fluid exchange. But once a while, you can feel the subtle reluctance and hesitation in her. I wouldn't go there if I sensed any of that. But not today. She has no hesitation.
When I was done I held her like a Barbie doll in the cozy comforter. I always spend a long time with her, totally worth it. When it was about time, I gave her a little kiss and rolled out of the bed on the other side. That's when I noticed a burning candle on the nightstand. It was there all along. Silly me. Maybe I was so focused on her nipples.

It dawned on me that she's the one. I gave up long ago on searching for a Kali replacement. Margaret is superior in most departments even though she doesn't have the killer eyes and killer heels. Kali could cause me a DUI if she allows me to overdose on her kisses that day. I don't have the same feeling with Margaret yet but she actually offers more. I just need to take more out of her. If only she could stop moving a little to the beat of her music when I was cuddling her.

On the way back, I blasted myself with Hello, both versions. At the lights I had to turn down the volume; I am ashamed of my music choice.
The major problem is, I'm not looking for a long-term relationship. Maybe I should talk to my bank manager.

Now I know what you have been through MFM

I just did an MFM group sex for the 1st time. I was talked into it. I almost wanted to walk away after paying but before seeing the woman. Out of curiosity, I met her. I was hoping for a hot housewife wanting group sex with people she knows to satisfy her rather than wanting the money. I was about right except for the bot part, and that the other guy wants the money.

The guy could be her boyfriend or husband setting her up for fundraising. I was relieved that it wasn't a scam or blackmail. And since it wasn't a scam, I had to do it :(

The worst part is the guy. He asked me to meet him first before going ahead. Does it sound familiar to you ladies? I agreed to meet him telling him that I have cold feet about it. I wanted to quit without hard feelings since I agreed to pay and do it with him.

Then it was so difficult to find the meeting time for 3 people with irregular hours.

Then it was the text, non-stop. When I was driving I could be bombarded with a tsunami of text even though I didn't reply. Then it was the excitement like he is a virgin looking forward to losing it. He isn't. He knows the girl well and did it many times according to him.

Then I got so many texts when I was driving there. He could have given me an address to park or GPS location. He sort of did but gave me after I was halfway there. He liked to talk me through, or just talk.

I already gave him excuses before going in that I might have to go early, in case that I really don't want to go through with it. It wasn't that bad but I could skip the deed also without regret.

Soon after I left early, I started to get texts, all the way home, he trying to call me when I was taking a bath. He was trying to organize the next time. I just told him I tried, and I'm not a big fan of it, no more than one on one.

I hope he's not texting me this evening. If I don't reply it seems rude and I don't want to piss him off since he saw my face. If I reply he will pick on anything and keep talking. I'm sorry that you have to go through this every day or sometimes.

Gatspied

I had a strange feeling already while I was seeing Caroline almost every week when she posted new pictures on her social media. It was like spending some time on a Sunday morning for a makeup and then post it. That account wasn't for family and close friends. It wasn't trying to outdo other girls nor she is likely to have many clients on there. I don't know what to make of that. Considering that she may have a few immediate likes and a total of less than a 100, I always politely like her pictures but not commenting to be discreet.

Not long ago she posted a new tiny tattoo. I hated to like it because soon she will have many more and much bigger tats on her all over. But I liked it anyway after days since that picture wasn't that popular.

After a could-be near-death experience on the freeway, I booked two girls over a weekend. I have a history with both of them and for strange reasons, I hadn't rate them. So I gave them both a very good rating immediately after I saw them. I already saw Caroline enough that I didn't want her to get the wrong ideas that I'm going to see her every week. And that I have to wait for her to come to my city or I have to drive far.

Soon she posted an old picture saying that she doesn't give a fuck. I was so puzzled. The next time I saw her, she was very concerned that I don't like her tattoo and explained the deep meaning of why she did it.

Then she showed off her pedicure. Once I asked her to sit on the bathroom counter top to wash her feet. She was less than enthusiastic so I didn't do much on her feet. Usually, they don't feel confident enough; their pedicure isn't updated and their feet aren't clean enough.

Her feet aren't bad at all but she has the waitress feet, bony with veins, for standing too much.

So I'm pretty sure she was posting it for me to see.

I haven't seen her for a while since I'm very broke. This weekend she posted 3 pictures so far! when the usual is one. In one picture, she sits on the floor in front of her bed in a sexy top looking desirable. Damn it, it was her bed in her apartment that we had sex on it many times.

Then I wondered who took it? Most of the pictures are selfies or webcams. For this one I doubt it but she can use a camera stand and a timer.

Accidentally, I stumbled upon the photographer who took it. It looked like an old photo shoot right inside her apartment. In one picture she sits on her bed looking sexy. I'm so jealous. Not that she was nude. I paid good money to get into her house, see her nude and have sex. These 3rd class photographers can just walk in. And I'm sure she and they don't care about nudity. And she has high respect for any photographers. She always replies to their comments respectfully and ignores others.

I'm sure she will pay with whatever they want to get a nice portfolio. It makes sense. If she gets a bill for anything she needed for a few hundred, why not pay with sex if she can? OK, cast me. You can fuck me if you want. As long as the work pays more than a few hundred, it breaks even and she has one more credit.

Now, pretty schoolgirl starts doing outcall too. I so wish to book a hotel and have her all to myself for an hour or so. But I'm so broke. And I just saw her Tuesday.

The Player and the Actress

I have such good taste; Caroline is an actress with an IMDB page or you can say she is an often uncredited movie extra who maintained her own page. Since she gave me her social media account, I thought I knew her life story since Hollywood but I was surprised to know much more when I just Googled her real name.

She easily hits 30 but still looks like a teen model if she wants to. That's why I liked her and spent several months with her already, not to mention the amount of money. Her specialty is being a blond-blue party girl but not memorable so as to distract the main characters. She has been in movies, TV serious and music videos; one was just out.

You can still see her video auditioning for acting roles, the latest just months ago.

The good thing about her is that for an acting career path, she still has plenty of time to persuade her dreams if she wants to keep struggling. Modeling is the end. Though her old swimsuit shots were pretty good.

She is still active on social media cultivating connections and busy scheduling for auditions. The bad thing is that she is a bit distracted for escort work. So it's not surprising she has a full-time booker.

For the sad things, there are a few. She does live in that dump for many years, but it's a nice spacious dump. But the corner for her makeup table is depressing. I recognize the background in her pictures and videos. I even recognize the mysterious big music instrument. On my way out one day, I asked her about the sudden appearance of the object, "You play that?". She said yes in an unconvincing way and told me that she tried hard to get rid of it. But it has been there for months at least. That's why I hinted that her boyfriend maybe a struggling musician.

Yes, she has a boyfriend for several years at least. That's so much puzzling. They still keep their own place so maybe her boyfriend don't know what she does on the side, or the main source of income. They don't use social media for themselves. He is very much hidden. But she did declare her love if you look close enough and long enough. Now this is a pretty sad thing if you have a boyfriend that you want but have to provide a girlfriend experience for whoever comes into your hotel room. But she is pretty good at that and I don't mind. I know I'm just a client but a preferred client at that. I got her juice flowing all over sometimes and she told me her real name and therefore her whole Hollywood history!

Her bathroom has the same three towels. You can guess one is for her, the other for her boyfriend when stays over, and one for the rest of the world!

I don't know why she is still struggling for her Hollywood dreams. Maybe there's no turning back, particularly after so many years. Everybody from your hometown knows you wasted so many years for nothing. Maybe she is keeping up appearances for keeping her boyfriend.  Maybe she is keeping up appearances for holding up prices for clients. But that will be very dangerous; I know so much about her.

Honeymoon's over

Caroline announced her birthday on her social media but nobody responded other than liked. So I took this opportunity to lure her to be more personal to me. I left a message on her birthday to let her book me instead for a VIP package as a late birthday present. It worked.

Last time she didn't respond. I had to book her through her assistant as usual. I find it rather impersonal because I was visiting her home anyway. This time, I think if she didn't respond I could have found somebody else over the weekend. It was fun until I wanted to make sure that she will get my direct messages from then on. She told me to go through her assistant because she doesn't want to go behind his back. I'm so not special!

I was late for maybe 5 minutes but I was trying to get lucky to get a parking space quick. It ended up later and it took me 10 minutes to walk to her house. While I parked I texted her assistance. While I was waiting a few minutes for a reply Caroline messaged me directly asking me if I turned up. What a screw up by me. But I'm glad that it happened so I got to see her true color.

Now, today she did look like she dressed up and made up for me for the VIP package. There was music too. But then she asked me if I wanted the VIP package or not. My heart sank but I tried to be cheerful. I am so not special. Instantly, I know she was running late because of me being late. She wasn't picking a good day to receive her birthday present. She just fit me into her tight schedule.

Then the phone kept dinging. I excused her last time but this time there is no excuse. She just acted as if it was not happening. Last time I asked if she needed to attend to the phone she acted as if there was nothing, like saying "What phone?".

Sex was good as usual. But she was a bit off because she was running late and worrying.

I liked to cuddle her after as usual. Being a very nice man, I discovered that I could still tell the time at the large digital clock even though I was at the corner of the bed glancing almost to the ceiling with a very small viewing angle against the clock face. My time was up if I were on time. I was a little surprised how long we cuddled. So I got up and asked her what time was it so I was not mistaken. To my surprise, she said don't worry, she set a timer and went over to check. I had 20 minutes left. My heart sank again. I was so not special! Was she trying to send me a message? So cruel at that. Could she have told me she needed to receive an important casting call or attend a casting?

Of course, I went to the bathroom to clean up. I would have left if I knew the time. We kissed goodbye a lot as usual and I left, leaving her to do whatever she was scheduled to do.

Last time at her home I felt weird. I booked her in the morning for a same day lunchtime meeting on a Monday, when she told me would be more convenient for her. She scheduled me 30 min later than the usual time. When I got there I had to wait 20 minutes. She looked very different. She was semi-naked in a robe instead of in casuals. Her short blonde haidr is more curly. Her makeup is pale rather than pinkish. Her eye add-ons were Asian rather than Western. She still had her nose ring on but tucked in! I know she has a nose ring from her old pictures. But if she takes it off you wouldn't tell. She looked intellectual with glasses. And she is a commercial model.

The phone kept dinging and she acted as if it's wasn't. She seemed a bit off, sad or disappointed. I sympathized with her because she told me she was on hold for an important call. She told me through her assistant which is rather convenient without having to act like it's not a lie.

To compensate, she did rather well and told me personal things. She told me I am always welcomed any day. I was out of my mind and mentioned Sunday because there's no traffic. I was talking about Sundays in general but she was asking me to come the next Sunday. My face could have said it all. I didn't want to pay her every week as if I wasn't seeing her enough. But she thought I wasn't free that Sunday. She even asked me to swing my schedules before giving up.

Since she asked nicely I wanted to surprise her. But it was probably the wrong Sunday. Was it the next Sunday she was talking about, which is her birthday? I feel so special. That's why I left her the special birthday offer, letting her to book me instead.

I didn't fault her. But I was puzzled. Could she has that many clients, lining them up on a Monday lunchtime? She could have already seen someone before me. Her makeup and outfit may show that she was caming. But it doesn't pay that well compared to what I pay her. Could it be her sugar daddy? But visiting on such an odd hour and quick?

Now I think she is on social media doing the #sugarbaby thing. So she has to look good for the cam. So she can use her spare time to go on cam soliciting. And that explains that she could have many other clients other than where I came from. That's why she needs an assistant for her busy schedule.

I thought the phone dinging was one off but it was not. I felt so not special. Actually, violated. So much disrespect when she is so good at making you feel special. I thought she forgot my wallet but she remembered to bring it to me between the two home visits.

There are no hard feelings. I feel good ending this way. I always look for excuses to dump somebody. She would blame herself instead of the loser running out of money. I just wish her luck. She may even have a live-in boyfriend like a struggling musician. That's so miserable for them. She is a small time model doing odd jobs for commercials, maybe a classy waitress on the side. But she is into it having to maintain a social media presence. (May be it's only good for the sugar baby gig.) What does she expect being mid-20's? If she is going to break out, she will be hitting 30. Actress maybe but model? There are so many young models. Maybe she needs the money to complete her low paying professional degree. But she said it just the final year and she could go back to it just like that. Good luck.

Reunited 3

Last time when I saw Caroline, I waited maybe 5 weeks so as not to give her the wrong signal that I am loaded. I saw her again to reward her for her effort of capturing me, more than anything else. And since she didn't come to visit, I was in no hurry to visit her home. It takes time and effort to receive guests in your home and to prepare herself just for me. You know she isn't living in a modern apartment or a porshe studio.

In addition, I sensed that her heart sank and her face turned stone cold when I told her casually that last month my cash ran out all because of her. I just sensed; I wasn't looking for the truth nor the verification. It may be, "Fuck! I wasted my time". But more likely she could be disappointed that I hinted that I won't be seeing her that often, maybe never. I think that she changed her mind about giving me where her social media account is. I had to remind her of it.

Who would post your own cute childhood picture on social media all of a sudden? It's time for a welfare check! I'm such a nice person. I texted her screener, giving her the choice of coming to visit soon or I would visit her. Her screener is so nice that I suspected that it's herself. I was expecting my phone to blink in minutes while I went into the shower. It didn't. So I assumed she was busy with something, the reason she didn't come visit for a while. So I enjoyed a long shower.

But I was wrong. Her screener did reply within minutes. The Hangout app behaved differently. The screener asked me if I wanted to visit her before he/she called her. Everything was set. She was too happy to have me.

I arrived, drove around, found a parking space with 10 minutes to spare. I ended up waiting for maybe up to half an hour. For the first time, I felt that her screener may be real. First he/she told me Caroline asked for 5 more minutes to prepare. Then he/she tried to call her for what happened but apparently didn't get through.

I had no problem waiting. It's not like she bumped me for another client or her last client didn't leave on time. But being alone parking next to the meter, all sorts of thought came up, good or bad. I don't think she turned her home into a high volume brothel. She should be far from that desperate. But if she is, her acting is top notch. I really don't mind as I'm getting what I paid for.

Maybe she was getting rid of her boyfriend first and erased his obvious tracks. Or she could be waiting for her boyfriend to leave, who doesn't know what she's doing. In this case, I wouldn't fancy being her boyfriend and I am in a better position that I prefer.

A young woman like her will be very much like Chanel, the original, a natural born liar. Maybe she couldn't find the gift I gave her that she said she hanged it up. Either she was telling the truth or she found it after 30 minutes. But she did forget or couldn't find the rotten empty 2nd wallet that I left last time.

The official story was that somebody put her on hold during an important call. It is plausible. But when I finally went in another wave of thought came to my head. In the last two times, she was very casual, wearing shorts, T-shirts and didn't nothing to her straight short hair. She did makeup obviously, but you won't see it unless you were close within feet.

This time she was all dolled up, her hair stylishly curved with mousse. She had eyelash attachments. She had obviously more makeup on that looked great. She was wearing a sexy pajama robe with nothing in it except for an underpants. If she did all that for me I'm so honored. She didn't even have that eyelash attachment when she came to town. Her hair wasn't even that well done sometimes.

Maybe she woke up late and looked awful after a weekend of partying? Maybe she did that for another VIP client? But it was mid-day.

Her phone did bib a lot in low volume but she ignored it. If BP was still there I would think she also takes those clients. It doesn't pay well but it's quick money when you need it. I thought about that before but she looked so casual. This time she was all dolled up and seemed more probable. Yes, BP is gone but girls had been using all sorts of dating sites. I learned enough not to go into that.

Yes, she kissed the most but the tongue wasn't her thing. The cowgirl was a show and I enjoyed it, with hand-holding and breast squeezing. I was finally going to do a standing doggy on her but her bed was way too high, and her long legs didn't help. But she clung to the bed in a rather awkward position so I could penetrate, doggy style. I did it rough and I knew she liked it in the sense that she knew even though she looked like a teen model, she is competing with all the teens and all those claiming to be teens.

I sensed that her face turned stone cold when I didn't come with all her multimedia encouragements and efforts and asked her to get ready for the final missionary. Once in, I tried to kiss her but she wasn't putting up her lips. There's something off about her so I didn't push. My finale wasn't spectacular either, though she was trying to get an orgasm all alone, or the pretense of it.

With sex out of the way, she was working for the next time. She told me she was a recovering alcoholic, sober for a long time though she still drinks socially. She asked me to touch her bumps behind her head when she was hurt because of drinking.

I wondered if it was too much trouble for her to receive me at her home. She said I'm welcomed anytime.  Maybe I'm really paying too much. I burst out if I could see her on Sundays when there's little traffic. Immediately she told me she will be free the next two Sundays after some commercial work. And she went on to ask if I will come in the morning or afternoon because she will only be free in the late afternoon and after. Ooops, bad mistake. Really, it was too late. She begged me to come like a little girl. My facial expression said it all. Luckily, she would be thinking that I can't come that late, not that I want to come some Sundays after a month, or two.

Now I come to understand a little more about the Trump base. Not that she cared to support anybody. The great America that the rest of the world knows has free high school education, all the great colleges and all the technologies in the world. But if you were born in the flyover states, attending an average rotten school as an average kid, what chance do you have?

If you are too pretty to stay and rot, what do you do? She got out by studying for a low paying profession and took a break to follow her Hollywood dream. Certainly, she isn't doing too well as she is doing it for at least a year now. I can't imagine she living there all alone. If she is living with a boyfriend they would be very miserable. If she is living alone she has nobody. I know because I know where her social media is. If I were her it's hard to go back home.

Lives tough. Even when she was or is working in a classy club/restaurant, someone said that she stood like a sore thumb. Sure yes. This is LA and she is tall, pale white with blue eyes.

I hope her commercials work out and she will be posting more happy updates. Or I'll have to do more welfare checks, lol. Maybe I should go next Sunday hoping for some rewards?

Reunited 2

Life is so interesting with all these twist and turns.

I knew this car is trouble, or the driver, probably a young woman (and sorry for saying this!). This car was in the fast lane, seemed to be in a hurry, but never got anywhere fast, for I was driving in a 3-point mode mostly in cruise mode to control my speed. There were few cars on the freeway but I caught up with her a few times.

In low-speed cruise mode, I was catching up with her again; it seemed that she even couldn't keep the car in the lane during a gentle curve. With only she and me, it seemed that inevitably I was overtaking her in the fast lane. Just when my car was right next to her, she decided to overtake the car way in front of her, signaled, changed lane, and was going to hit me. I made a hard turn right to avoid the collision. Luckily, I knew there were no cars on my right; we passed them all.

I looked at the replay on my dash cam. I turned so hard that it looked as if I was hit. And I felt I was going to be hit so I turned so hard. Her right signal blinked only one once when she turned, meaning that she didn't look at all. The right blindspot is easy to see if she looked. I wasn't even in the blind spot. My headlight was next to her side mirror.

It's OK to be a new driver. But you should stay at home on Friday, 15th! She seemed to be late, staying in the fast lane, didn't know what she was doing. It's OK to be aggressive. Aggressive new drivers will learn fast or be eliminated soon. There was absolutely no sign, no reason for her to change lane. My only mistake was doing nothing. I should have stepped on the accelerator and passed her in one sec rather than 10 with the cruise control. But if I had fewer points I would have left her a hundred miles behind.

The next morning, near the same stretch of the freeway there were three traffic-stopping crashes on both directions within miles.

I had time to reflect in the traffic jam. I could have gone last night for a stupid mistake by someone clueless. Life is so fragile and so unpredictable. What did I do? I went for a massage. Usually, it didn't well without doing research beforehand. But they promised a lineup on the ad! It wasn't to be. I didn't regret wasting my time and money but my other resource.

On a peaceful Sunday, I was supposed to do the taxes at the last minute. It wasn't but usually, it came to that. But I just couldn't do it, as usual. The Friday 13th incident was a good excuse, though my heart beat wasn't even accelerated. My heart pounds every now and then when I almost couldn't stop in time even with electric assisted breaking. Yes, even after I got three points. But I never hit the car in front, not even in the pile-up.

I browsed the pretty pictures at leisure. There weren't many pickings on a Sunday. But it beats a massage at random. Now, this pretty girl caught my eyes. I recognized her pictures. She was so my cup of tea from the neck down, both front and back; she didn't show her face. I would have no second thought taking a risk on her but there were so many others like her but more glamorous, having blonde hair, blue eyes, silly prices. But there was only her on that day, between Friday 13th and the tax deadline.

I felt a little weird when I met her. She looked familiar but if I had met such a pretty girl with a perfect young body, I would not forget! The thought passed me like a light breeze and I would have forgotten all about it if not for life's twists and turns. I was immediately drawn to her pretty face and picture perfect body.

She wore makeup, probably a lot, but she went for the naked look with or without intention. She had straight fine back length hair and perfect teen body slightly fuller than a teen model. The hotel room is bright and she moved around in a two-piece underwear hiding nothing.

Strangely, she had a cold and fake voice that made me at ease. She has a teen voice with a pitch higher than a mature woman.

When I came out of the shower she was naked. I heart lifted and so did everything else, lol. What I didn't see in her pictures turned out to be way better than I expected, her pretty face, her fine hair, skin tone, and texture. Best of all, she got a pair of perfect smallish tits.

Somehow I sat on the bed. She walked to me and I kept her standing there, enjoying her breasts. I squeezed them harder and harder, asking her if she was OK every step of the way. When I wasn't asking and looking at her reactions, I was sucking harder and harder. She was helping with her own hands when I was gentle in between.

In bed, I tried to start from her toes. She dismissed me with her fake voice. Maybe she was barefoot all day long. Usually, it didn't matter unless she was going to kiss me, a lot.

Then I kissed her legs and up to her pussy. I went down on her with my stiff tongue. Her very light, slightly higher pitch moaning sounded familiar. But I didn't think twice about it. I flipped her over and went down on her ass. OMG, it was air-tight pretty. No matter how I dine I couldn't break the airlock. She was enjoying it the same before I flipped her, all the light and girly pitch moaning.

I was already 200% satisfied with her when she blew me. Only that it was pretty good, she put my whole cock into her mouth just short of deep throating. She even crawled forward to kiss me before changing over to ride me. Yes, I already french kissed her with tongue and she passed with an A.

Since I got DFK missionary every time, I remembered my old favorite standing doggy. I said, "doggy", got out of bed and she knew what to do. After some warm-up, I pounded faster and deeper, doing welfare checks on her in each and every step. Before the finale, I gave her a few really deep sharp thrusts that jerked her whole body.

Since she is my new straight A student, I couldn't resist but to flipped her over for the final missionary. With her head high on the pillow, I didn't think she would kiss but I twisted my head and home in her mouth anyway. Not only that she didn't resist, soon I got her tongue. And we kept at it, above and below. And in the heat of the moment, I got the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes, the whole tongue, not possible to get any more unless the tongue was severed. I felt so desirable. I felt her great desire to please me and keep me.

As if the ending wasn't perfect enough, she squeezed me hard to my pleasant surprise. Some women fake orgasm that way. Some show that there are plenty of mileage left in them. Jordon used me as the tool for a kegel exercise to keep her tighter longer. She just did it to please me and I'm not sure why.

But since she was so nice I stayed on top of her for a while longer without the risk of being pushed or otherwise hinted. Now, this is important PSA. Keep your arms around me if you don't mind me to stay on top for a while. And if I rolled over, roll into my arm and cuddle. If you don't hate it what do you have to lose? Afraid of rejection? "Will you love me the next morning?" But I'm paying for your time, all shame on me if there are any.

Before I went into the shower, I doubled back to collect all my clothes getting them ready when I would be done. I didn't know why. It just happened. I found her at the sink trying to freshen up her makeup quick before the mirror. Freshen up is an understatement. She has a large square color palette with at least 36 or more colors. With her cold fake voice, she joked that I was afraid that she stole my clothes. There was really no reason other than I wanted to make the cleanup operation as smooth as possible.

In the tranquility of the shower, it dawned on me why she looked familiar. She was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I got out of the bathroom. I couldn't resist but asked her if she knew Pretty School Girl. I thought it was her cousin who she learned from, in particular, the color palette and the paint brushes. If it was her sister I would be evilly pleased.

"I'm Pretty Schoolgirl", she said as a matter of fact way without flinching. I was speechless. I should have known. There is only one girl that is so seriously into that kind of music; I don't know what kind. When I hinted her to fetch the condom, she came up instantly and crawled quickly to the nightstand, only to skip the current song, telling me that she didn't even know the song. Then she kept on blowing, not getting my hint at all. Her moaning is exactly the same, but now she moaned on both sides.

On the other hand, I knew she was gone for good; she never returned since I last requested her. After a year or so she deleted her account. I didn't realize at the time that her ad says she is 19, the same age she claimed a few years earlier. But she didn't age a bit.

And she has been back for half a year at least. Now, I picked her twice all because of her pictures. Last time, I decided on her after auditioned so many girls. But it was too late. She decided it was not worth it when she wasn't hot property anymore. I was the few left who didn't worth the trouble when she turned up once a while.

She never cared too much; it was she who brought up Chanel II. Is Chanel such a nice girl that everybody helps her out? Chanel told me that PSG introduced her to some big clients. It would be a dream team but I don't think they can go nasty on each other. It would be spectacular to see them make each other orgasm. I don't think I can DFK them in turn with the same passion when I am alone with only one of them. Even Caroline's screener mentioned Chanel. We left it at that because I don't suppose he/she is right to mention other girls' name, and I have enough girls to handle. She had the most potential but since I saw her only once at my beginning of some less fortunate time, I would leave it at that rather than trying to reignite the passion I left a few years ago.

Vivid in my mind was the text from Chanel to PSG, while we were talking naked next to each other after sex. I told her it was PSG who mentioned her and I finally booked her because of that. Chanel immediately texted her, thanking her without words and boosting at the same time about her good catch.

What a difference a year makes, or two. Previously, PSG's idea of DFK was touching my lips with the tip of her tongue for two seconds. I don't know if she was afraid of catching something from me or she was just not into me. I was sure if she was the same to others, she would have received a lot of complaints. Maybe that explains her dwindling client base. But she didn't need to care.

Now, for the first time, I know the feeling of having the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes,  I vacuumed hard uncontrollably when I was fucking her at the same time. But I couldn't have sucked her whole tongue into my mouth if she wasn't willing and took the initiative.

The tax return was easy so I ended up early this year. Immediately I left a message for her screener that I wanted stress relief and a VIP package when she is next available. I wasn't hopeful since according to her record she only turns up once every fortnight to a month. But the next day I received a response from her screener only to find out that he/she tried to sell me another girl. I had to turn him/her down because I had too many girls to handle unexpectedly when I wanted only one, and she was Caroline; it was about time to visit her private home. I got everything I wanted from the three girls. A great picture or two won't do it. A whole gallery may help but I was afraid to ask for it because I didn't want to waste other people's time. The chance that I would try a new girl is low.

I and PSG are like two immortals among mortals, running into and picking each other lifetime after lifetime without trying. Well, maybe just me, lol. I picked her twice among thousands of girls based only on her pictures. The real person is much more than her pictures. Well, Chanel may possibly be better but I wouldn't know. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance. Caroline is an amazing woman who captured me. The Schoolgirl Next Door will get my time when it's too soon to see Caroline and while PSG isn't there.

Reunited

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Valentine

Rather than spending the V day with somebody, I picked somebody to receive my V day gift instead. That somebody was Caroline of course. I don't book people on V day because she may be expecting too much. And if everybody wants her I may be rejected if I'm not the top dog. I'd rather spend some quality time with her before the day.

I read that a working girl suggested a sun catcher as a gift idea. If you don't know what's that like me, it's a congregation of prisms to defract sunlight into rainbows. I picked a big crystal that is beautiful to look at all by itself. I bet she prefers a gift card so I included both. The crystal is like flag planting at her home so she remembers me all the time. This is small, beautiful and functional; I hope she has no reason not to hang it near the windows. I made a V card too that resembles a past Visa campaign if she is old enough to remember.

I think she lives on a previous street lamp manufacturing site. The manufacturer is still there but part of the site was converted into "apartments". According to satellite photos, there is a row of longish warehouses and I think they turned into two houses each on either end. Some homeless people camped nearby on the walls of the manufacturer where nobody cares. On the other sides, there are apartments for singles and two-level residential buildings.

Actually, her apartment is not bad at all. She is a bit proud to say "my house". Around all the chaos, her apartment complex is rather green; there are trees providing plenty of shades. There are even plants in the front yards! You don't know it's a row of converted warehouses. The size of her apartment is good. One apartment building in central Santa Monica has a kitchenette, a bed with a tiny bit of extra space as in a small hotel room. Her bedroom combined with the lobby and living room is rather spacious in comparison. She has a good-sized kitchen that is also a walk-in closet and probably the dining room too. She has a bathtub in her bathroom; some new boutique hotels have just a shower stall.

Security is a concern for a young white girl in that neighborhood. But it's way better than some anonymous giant apartment buildings when you have to go through multi-story car parks and the cramped lifts. Her house is the first on the complex with an entrance right on the street, opposite an elementary school. If she finds someone to escort her home in the evenings there's no reason to fear.

As she has no one to impress, that is really a sufficient place to live. If she has rent protection, there's really no reason to move.

Maybe she's happy there. When I started I lived above the printer's and almost moved above a frozen food store. But a lot of lesser women than her would love to live in a 3-bed house, push a stroller every other day and shop. I guess there's a price to follow your dreams.

She slipped that she came here at 14. If that's actually 18 or 19, she is just about 30 now.  This makes her more special; looking like a teen model at 25 is a lot easier than 30. She is so nice to look at, particularly naked.

I asked her if she really lives there; she showed me her cat's toy. But the cat looked so different. Maybe last time she was hungry and a haircut was long overdue.

Hollywood 2

Caroline ran out to open the gate in a school PE uniform with a t-shirt and a short. It was natural in the suburbs but surreal in East Hollywood. She is too pretty for that. She was as pretty as the last time I say her even without her styling gel on her short hair, now looked more like a school girl cut.

Her house is so close to the entrance that I felt weird. Now maybe it was a converted garage; they fenced off the old driveway and convert everything in the old compound into living spaces. They also added steps in front of the garage so it didn't look like a garage.

At this point, still, I was expecting her apartment to be a sanctuary amid the East Hollywood chaos. But it was not to be. When you enter the door, you can see a small bed next to the wall by the street. There is a partition wall so there is a living "room" area leading to the "bedroom" area. The kitchen is wide open to the "bedroom". Behind the partition is the bathroom. So everything is square with little separation. There is a narrow long bench table along the living room with a slim but old portable on it. There is stuff everywhere.

This is certainly a woman's house. I can't say that the stuff is neatly piled up but if it were a man's house, it would be a chaotic dump. One wall in the "kitchen" is devoted to hanging clothes with bags, more than any typical walk-in closet in California. The tower hanger in the bathroom is occupied with layers of something like scarfs.

Her apartment is very lived in, like for a long time. Everything is old, bathroom rub, bed sheet.

Under the outdoor sun, I realized that she is a bit out of place in California. Her skin is too pale for a native, amplified by her short.

Basically, we did the same thing last time in a 4-star boutique hotel instead of a converted garage with piles of stuff. We kissed standing up until I peeled off her clothes. I kissed her perfect breasts and went down on her. When the tension seemed to be diminished, I went down further on her legs but she seemed to be guiding me back to where I was. I really don't know what kind of finishing school she came from.

In my mind, I prepared different scenarios of how I would ask her to wash her feet and how to torture her.  But I had no desire to check the bathroom and there would be too many obstacles to lift her out. And there were too many things to do and too little time of 30 minutes.

I flipped her over to go for her starfish. This time she knew to lie comfortably while I did my things. I sort of hinted to ask if she minded. Not only that she didn't, she was enjoying it, turning on a subtle soundtrack.

This time I came fully prepared. I enjoyed the blowjob looking at her and not looking, knowing that she wouldn't stop unless I told her to. And I didn't need to stop her because I was invincible until she slipped in her hands. For the ride, I took the effort to check her out like a piece of art or a piece of porn so I could remember her better. Since I didn't tell her to stop, she was trying to make me and herself cum. I could see on her face that it would be hard but it could be working if I let her try. Instead, I put her down squarely on the bed, went on top, put myself in her and started kissing.

I pounded her a lot harder than last time while kissing her. Practice and mental preparation works. Her "bed" was a bit bouncy so there was a lot to show for my effort. So we went up and down, up and down with her juice flowing all over. This time it was her who vacuumed me to keep our lips together while I concentrated on the pounding. It was so lovely to look at when I remembered to open my eyes.

When I was about to finish I needed so much concentration that I had to let go of her lips and held her tight. Then I collapsed on top of her and inside her. She held me like that until I got off to clean up. The cat was in the bathroom then.

Again she held my neck to kiss goodbye. I liked her just the same but the lovely feeling was distracted by overwhelming thoughts about her everything. She is more like a struggling actress in Hollywood than a struggling model. I was less sure about the tension in her body but the juice had to be real. The effort she put on her face had to be real. And fortunately, she didn't talk a lot and there was little chance acting.

She wrote about wanting to be a nurse in her profile and she did look like a nurse. Remember Rebecca? I was going to talk to Carol about what I know about nurses and she could be living near a hospital. But one glance at her nails I know that she couldn't be.

First, is she overcharging me and by how much? When she comes to our 4-star hotels she worth every bit of the money she charges. Now if she is desperate enough she can just advertise on Backpages and get more money per day than the hassle of traveling through the traffic. I can handle this by not dealing with it. It's not my business to deal with it. As long as she is giving my money's worth like the first two times, I can't fault her.

I'm honored to be invited to her home. She does like me one way or the other. Maybe she invites everybody who will come. Maybe she picks those who can blend in, like boyfriends, friends and casting agents. At least she feels safe about me but maybe she is desperate enough.

Is that really her home? She could be borrowing a girl friend's home, but who will let somebody fuck with strangers on her bed? Some desperate people? Is that really her bed? Such a seemingly classy person has to be desperate to let nasty people leaving nasty things on her bed. Unless it's nice people she likes.

Can such a young pretty girl live alone in that part of the city? She could be living with her boyfriend but she probably won't be that passionate. Maybe her boyfriend doesn't know. But the bed is too small for two. It's hard to hide things but I didn't check.

Now I doubt if she can afford such a good booker. Maybe it's those sort of mentors taking care of new girls. Maybe it's one of her friends. Maybe it's Chanel 2 whose turn of duty to do the bookings. Maybe it's herself all along! Wow, such a simple and useful revelation that never dawned on me.

Next time I know what to look for if there is next time. Certainly, I like to go to her home if she allows me. So much connection. I'm not a lot better than I had to let go of Chanel 2 last time. But I can find something to sell, or can I?

The player goes to Hollywood

I saw the ad of a young blonde that pleased my eyes. But my jaws dropped when I got her price list. So I asked around if she's worth it. Certainly, a guy responded with similar responses from others. I saw that his conquest included more of the same that I haven't met so I couldn't resist asking him to recommend someone else before this young blonde come visit again. He just gave me a full shortlist that is strongly recommended; I drooled on their photos before but he gave me a push to really engage.

Girls of the same type usually don't come out to play all at once. Somehow they spaced out each other for the availability whether they belong to the same booker, agency or independent. But in that week, all of them arrived though not on the same day but with overlapping. They came and go but I had the opportunity to engage the last on his list.

Being at the end of the list, maybe she's the oldest at 25 or she's the most expensive. I barked at her high price but I wasn't surprised. Chanel 2 billed a brain surgeon $700 for 30 minutes. And I don't want to know how many thousands these sugar babies bill their daddies.

Claimed to be 25 and a model, Caroline looks like a white blonde teen model - leggy long limbs, small chest, streamlined, stylish neck length short hair. I booked her for half hour to see how it's possible, a teen model at 25.

She didn't disappoint a tiny bit. Maybe I missed the word fitness before model. Every vegetarian over 25 will die for her body. She has just enough makeup on to highlight all her good features; you have no idea if she has anything to hide. Her stylish short hair compliments everything else. She is a Barbie doll.

I think I'm qualified to write the escorts' playbook. They all seem to follow what I've been writing, lol. Before I could think of anything else, she walked into me, arms around my neck, and starting kissing me, the DFK type.  Now, that's count as the first kiss that you may remember for the rest of your life and she did it with flying colors, or you can say a lot of tongue and passion.

I eased the tension and passion a bit to see if that's too much for her. But no, she just kept coming and kissing. We just stood there fully clothes. I am not a clock watcher but sure she held the record.

Then I couldn't resist checking her breast and they were perfect if you like those. I ping-ponged about big and small, fake and real. My current settlement is on model type small ones, real ones, as long as they look and feel great. Perfect. I pulled down the shoulder strap on one side of her top to release her left breast. Then we continued marathon kissing with something more to grab on to.

At first, I thought she mistook my booking to be for one hour. These things happen; people just think the best out of me when they see me. But then the way she just went for it may be the way to save time - no ice-breaking conversation, no sanitary rinse. She is highly motivated by her really really expensive rate but I didn't break my bank - a win-win.

She is a local all-American girl but I doubt if she got her training, or the lack of it, from somewhere else. When we all got naked in bed we started kissing all over again. When I was dinning on her she seemed to be very tense and wanted to cum. Or that's the way she wanted to get her juice flowing without any help.

And if she's onto something that I enjoyed, she would keep at it as long as I was good. That's how she let me ate her, how she blew and how she rode me. She didn't think about time; she always waited for my instruction to proceed to the next stage.

She has lovely feet and toes too; totally expected for those long slender limbs. I did take the effort to notice that she walked barefoot. But it was Hyatt. So I went for them anyway but not all the way; her big toe was slightly salty. I noticed that it may be the US version of boutique hotels; big-name luxury hotels mushrooming up in expensive neighborhoods but with small footprints, don't even have bathtubs.

She took on the doggie position when I just wanted to admire her ass closely. So I had a nice view of her pink starfish when I was admiring intimately. She was very comfortable with it and kissed me just the same after, lol.

She is the perfect replacement for Apple, though a very expensive one, who would come down low after all warmed up riding to kiss me eye to eye. And after she put me in carefully and all the warming up, I wouldn't do anything else without access to her face, or precisely her mouth. So I got on top of her, put one arm around of her neck and started kissing and pumping at the same time.

After I cum she was very comfortable with me staying on top of her and inside her for the warmth. She caressed my back too as if she had no concept of the clock. When I thought that was too much too long, I pulled out and rolled over; she rolled into my arm and held me close.

I didn't want to give her too much hope of upgrading to VIP status, this time or next. So I retreated humbly to the shower room to clean up after giving her a peck on her forehead. As a routine, I asked her when she will be available again. But she was trying to tell me something different, like what day of the week is more convenient for me. I didn't know what to say and she didn't think it matters to pursue. The importing thing is, she put her arms around me and kissed me goodbye, a deep one, making sure that I will be back. I usually do after that.

After that encounter, I thought about her all the time. I drove in autopilot mode, the rare courtesy one. I have to stop myself smiling at the inappropriate time. I have the feeling of falling in love when I wasn't even looking. I discovered Chanel 2 when I was actively auditioning a lot of girls. If she kissed me like that I would have sold everything to keep seeing her again.

Caroline did say she liked me but I just took it as the other compliments like I am good (at oral sex). I didn't take those seriously and I didn't give her the chance to go into more details. But I think she has to like me somehow to kiss me that much. Even if she is desperate to keep well-paying clients, she doesn't need to do that much.

Caroline is everything that I have been looking for when I was looking. She treated me better than all the Chanels. I don't know how pretty she is without makeup, but shoulder to shoulder, she can blow the others away. Well, everything except the price.

Before I went home that day, I decided to impress her that I'm not cheap, but I'm not paying her full hour price either. I decided to do two half hours back to back, the 2nd half when I fully recovered from that day. I knew her overhead isn't the same but I had a hunch that she is different.

I saw her after the 666 crash. On the day of the 1000 crash, I texted her helper to book her again. It was a long shot since no response is the usual response. But soon, the reply is yes but I have to see her in her Hollywood apartment. Wow, that is more than I am looking for, a local girl that is not escorting full time but available every day. With her own place, I could be paying her close to Chanel, my truely ATF.

Despite my urge to drive to LA immediately, it was an impossibility as I have to spend 4 hrs round trip in the traffic to see her for half. But I was paid to go to LA the next day. So I checked everything and made the booking. With Google Maps' help, I was good at crossing and getting into LA in all directions. And I know when to trust it and when not to.

Her helper told me to text her to confirm the next morning. But in the evening I almost missed his (or her) text. I was so worried that the appointment was jinxed. I bragged about it vaguely in some obscure forums. I replied only to find out that she wanted to know if I was allergic to cats! OMG! A cat! I was so worried! Of course not!

I felt so good that she thought about me and the next day appointment in the evening. I bet she was planning for everything perfect. Of course, I thought of her all the time. I felt so VIP when her helper asked, "Half hour?", when I made the booking.

I have to say this booker/helper/screener of her is so good. Now if Caroline is not working the whole day her helper shouldn't be on call all day to take care of a cat. And if Carol is working the whole day she won't be thinking about if me and her cat will get along. Amazing.

That is not all. When I first book Carol, her booker just told me that she was Chanel 2's booker too. WTF? I saw Chanel 2 once over a year ago. I did try to book her again maybe twice but her old booker passed her to her new booker.  And that's how he remembered me? I don't buy it. Of course, he checked my history to see who I saw. But he would have to do it all the time. Why me? Why Chanel? Maybe I'm famous without knowing it. I do bullshit on other platforms but not like this. Maybe he heard about me spending a thousand or two on Barbara. I would be more comfortable with that. I replied that Chanel 2 is great but Carol is amazing; I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

I was supposed to check-in at 9 am but I got a text from her booker 5 minutes earlier. What a booker she has! And I was supposed to report when I started heading over to Hollywood. Wow, that much work? Or she was that thoughtful or careful? I understand, if I am not so good at crossing LA at will, I won't promise to go there in the middle of the day. There is a narrow window of possibility and not even locals will be certain of it.

I knew Hollywood is an interesting place especially the eastern part where her "apartment" is. I didn't really believe she lives there; it may be a motel, a private apartment rented out hourly for that purpose or her friend's house.  You don't bring a stranger home after a one night stand. Maybe she just liked me that much or she's desperate.

The closer I got, the more I believed that she lived there; there is no reason for doing business there. I was expecting her to be living in a stylish minimalist apartment in a lower rent or even run down part of town. I parked in a busy strip mall and got her address. I should have walked because it would be impossible to find parking space. But being in the middle of the day, I saw one opening. I had to practice my long lost cross-Atlantic tail-first parking. I succeed maybe the 5th time. It wasn't too bad. I got the 1st half right so all I had to do was going back and forth a few yards each time to practice turning the wheel sharper. And nobody was watching, I hope.

To say that her apartment is behind the white picket fence is a stretch. The color is far from white, if it ever was, due to age. It's really not a fence but large pieces of wood to hide the chain fence at the back. And everywhere is flat without any buildings. I came across these apartments before. It is a fenced area or you can say a gated area with a few to tens of structures, be it traditional houses, two-story or more buildings, or any other converted structures. I had fond memories.

Her apartment is on a narrow street right opposite an elementary school. I tried to open the fence gate but it was locked. Just when I was wondering I was at the wrong apartment, Caroline ran of her house to open it for me.