Sweet dreams are made of these. I was going in for a marathon kiss with - Caroline - in all her model glory outfit and makeover. But the first thing I felt was what Margarette did to me; she teased my lips with her tongue. So I backed out a little in disbelieve and looked at her. It was like she tried it and it was not too bad.

So I went in for some more and she felt at ease doing it. Then I gave her the full tongue treatment. We created so much friction between out tongue that they could generate sparks.

I woke up with an erection that I didn't realize I had. Thanks, girls. It was not as frequent as I would like nowadays.

What happened in real life was that Caroline posted a model picture that supported that she is spider girl stylish. I didn't think of it much. I wasn't impressed because I know the truth; I don't need any supporting material. But then she got into my dreams.

So don't tell your clients, "where are you? I have other plans after". She is just so mean to me, always. But then I figured it out and didn't hold any grudge against her. I am so thinking of Chanel. I'm pretty sure she would be fond of our times together, for better or for worse. She wouldn't hate me but will remember that I constantly wanted her to make up to me what she did wrong. I should have been more positive.

And then this mystery woman I am thinking of. Someone must have tipped her off; she tried to follow me more than once on the photographer account I created to follow Caroline. I tried to switch her into my client account but she didn't give up on my photographer account. This woman is openly an escort promoting herself anonymously. She is the classic high-end escort type - young good looking fuller model body with pictures at expensive establishments. I could have tried her to solve the mystery if only I had spare cash. How high-end can it be? $750 for 30 minutes? Done that a lot of times without paying that much. Oh, and I think that price point is created so it doesn't stand out too much on your corporate account.

Caroline was supposed to be the last blast but it went on for seasons. Then Margarette came along for the rest of the year. I'm so out of cash. Chanel would automatically stay away if I don't call her for months. But she will call me eventually. Once she complained that I didn't tip her enough. Yes, I did tip her generously depending on my cash flow. Because I didn't pay her the grandfathered rate. She had to find some excuse to go out, making herself all pretty, and let gave me the first fuck of the day. I made it worth her trouble and she seemed happy, except for that one time. I think she offered me a hardship discount when she had cash problems too. But I didn't want to take advantage of her. If I didn't call her that often she knew to let me had my time off.

ps, fuck. Caroline posted that picture on our anniversary. She doesn't post that often, not that good anyway. Maybe she knows some voodoo too.

I got it all figured out. She was misleading because she wouldn't want to tell me the whole truth. So all are forgiven. She did apologize, but not directly for being impatient when I was a few minutes late; I was actually early as usual but caught up in the parking hell.

I doubt if everybody knows how invasive Zucker's apps are. By Whatapp's default, I know when Margarette was on the phone using it. I was trying not to look at it; that hurts a bit when you don't know who she's talking to and what's she is doing. But then that's how I sort of confirm what I think. I just happen to know what one would be doing at 3, 4 am on a Sun morning. Once she told me she went to church with Grandma and didn't sleep when she met me in the afternoon. And there's a good reason for her to fit me in those time for home visits.

And then there's Instagram. Caroline knows I'm very discreet when she gave me her IG account, so I have her life history. She was careful not to follow me back.  But I managed to DM her. Once she replied, I was surprised that I know her every move, like what she liked, and of course when she was online.

I sort of know that Margarette was sorry when she slipped her tongue into my mouth without prompting while we kissed. So I will give her a little present I prepared no matter what. I like to plant something in her home that she wouldn't want to get rid of. That would remind her of me, hehe, for better or for worse. Caroline made a big deal showing me that she hanged the sun catcher and she likes it. She knows how to get people with these small things. Love her for that.

Even if Margarette wasn't that sorry, I doubt if that matters because she has been quite mean to me, LOL. I was so impressed by her that I upgraded immediately when we first met. I was so excited that when my extended foreplay was completed, I had no erection!!! I ended up with an expensive hand job, not the most expensive at $500, but not far. She thought I wasn't going to honor the upgrade. She sent in the cavalry silently via txt when I was putting my clothes on, leaving earlier than I wanted.

But then I am always such an honorable person. And I had worse, a more expensive handjob. I paid what I promised and owed her nothing. She just had enough time to txt a retreat message. By the time I walked out of the bedroom, I saw a blink of a blue light circle around the main door lock. Then I realized it was an electronic lock and somebody just went out, or attempted to get in. When I got outside, I saw a tough muscle guy with a bandera not far ahead of me going to the lift. So we went down together but he was very courteous to me when he dressed like a gang banger. Unreal. When I told her what happened last time, she was very apologetic and thought he must have been rude or scary to me.

And she disappeared on me not once, but twice. When she returned the 1st time, I didn't believe it. I went to check thinking that someone might have taken over her account. But it was her with her signature stocking. Maybe it was the same day that she didn't allow me to change position. She just rode and rode even when I tried to lift her up and away from me. I also try to say something without using any indecent words. I always do that; I never say condom for example. She just finished me off like that. I have yet to ask her what she was thinking and doing.

She still didn't kiss much. But when we got somewhere, she disappeared again. Before that, she mentioned Chanel II for no reason, as if she wanted to get rid of me. The rest is history.

Special occasions

I know special occasions are not a problem for Chanel. If you believe the statistics, from significant numbers to most of her clients would be absent during Christmas, New Year or, say, Valentine. So actually it would be slower for her. If somebody wants to spend the special occasions with her, so be it and have a nice time.

Looking back, I never spent special occasions with Chanel. She would actually know to avoid calling me at those times. Maybe I couldn't get away but really I could spend less money while keeping myself on her short dial list. Also, I almost demand that every meet is a special occasion or else she would know the consequences - time out. But then I'm not a picky person and she could get away with a lot of things just by staring into my eyes.

I can imagine if all your regulars want a piece of you at Valentine you will be in trouble. You win some you lose some.  But then I don't think that's common. I had the woman with a perfect wifeshare provider body accusing me of saving the day with someone else. She is the type with so much confidence that she could get away with anything. I only saw her twice in as many weeks. She could just call her clients up, including me, saying, "Come see me at Valentine!".

I would think many escorts will be getting clueless clients who want some action on special occasions. It isn't any special if you don't know each other. It's just like your homies chipping in to get you a model escort for your birthday. It was so obvious to spot in my old continent.

I got some insights from rideshare drivers. Some just see the money and nothing else. They feel like part of the celebration. Others feel the difference, my celebration or their celebration. Some would rather be with their own friends and family and dear ones. There are two choices. Go for the money or go for your heart. And the latter will be very expensive; you know the price tag.

So there is a sadness entertaining others instead of your own during festive times and you have to keep up your smiles for tips. And if you choose to take time off, you will treasure the moments much more than previous years.

Anniversary

Time flies when you live in the fast lane. Last Feb I had some money left for the last blast before going into temporary semi-retirement. Since I didn't seem to have found some young blondes to my satisfaction lately, that was my quest. The new one didn't reply to my PM for hours even she or her booker was online! I didn't think she may be waiting for my reference at the time. I needed no reference; you shall see.

To get further than even, instead of a young blonde I went for a young blonde model. I hooked up with Caroline even she was at the end of the list someone submitted to me; it could have been an ascending list pricewise. The rest is history.

Her booker actually remembers me when I booked Chanel II the only one time years ago. Do I need references?

Because she showered with so many kisses I called her the next week. The last blast went from the end of winter into the beginning of summer. Caroline, if you are reading this, I would drop anybody else if your fee is a bit lower. I know you would drop it for me but I don't want to ask because I don't want commitments. So, don't mind me talking negatively about you. You are the best, one of the best, one of the best blonde.

I know you are a model/actress who is also struggling with a day job sometimes. I don't feel like booking you through an assistant. You show me so much about you I feel like your friend or your fan. And since we had been in bed together it's really a turn off to talk to somebody else in order to have sex with you again.

And I thought I look the part so I can get into your boutique apartment whenever we are both free, evenings, late night, Friday night or Sunday afternoon. Instead, I had to get through the traffic and got there exactly by lunchtime.

In my time I had been to many nice apartments in Beverly Hills, Studio City, and SFV. In no way, I could have imagined what your apartment looks like and feels like. Margarette's is closer to what I think but still ... I could just walk-in in Beverly Hills but I have to be a cable guy downtown?

I don't particularly fond of your bed but I had fond memories when your juice splashed all over it.

You are style and never disappoints. But in close quarter combat, I appreciate that you prepare yourself for some toe sucking, being eaten like sashimi and starfish.

And I still don't understand why you can kiss me so much but no tongue. Not that it's critical but why?

It could have been you when I realized that we are all mortal and life is so fragile; a driver changed lane as if I wasn't right there in an otherwise empty freeway on a Friday night. I turned so hard that I appeared to have been hit on camera.

The next day, Sat, a lovely new young blonde who I met before turned up. Perfect high school senior leggy cheerleader body. But somehow her face is a bit plain. I think she could be glamorous but she often wears little makeup and even met me right back from the swimming pool of the hotel.

She is lovely; I took off her big glasses and tried to check off her menu items. It was a bit awkward when I was on top of her and tried to DFK her mechanically. It was day time, she was inexperienced and I was not warmed up at all. She hesitated a bit on reflex. I approached with caution while she didn't duck but looking at me all the way to see what I was doing. When I was finished she was smiling cheerfully. So I went on and on and on, even when I was in the missionary position.

She was fun but there was no spark. Also, in a couple of months, she turned from pale to dark tan.

The next day, Margarette turned up on a Sunday. I couldn't have missed her pictures when that is not a busy day for classified. And there is no surprise for picking the same girl again and again when you can't see her face and don't know her name.

She evolved so much in a couple of years' time. She seized the moment and stole my heart, or locked it down. Men are easy but you have to be able and willing to do it. We have some history so it helped.

It is amazing that I was all ready to live in a cave to hibernate when I ended up seeing Margarett since the beginning of last summer, month after month, often more than once. When I was calm like a Budda, this little girl managed to stir up my feelings since Kendall, the jealousy, the should I shouldn't I, the will she won't she

OK, maybe I should concentrate on sucking her tongue and nothing else, well, maybe toes. I didn't do that much since I visited her home; I was trying to be a gentleman in case that was the last time. Every home visit she surprised me like pretending to be the cable guy and told me she had other plans when I was only a few minutes late! I think she may try not to look like a fool when she invited me home on a Friday evening as if she had nothing better to do, only for me to not take her seriously and coming late. I wasn't even late. All hell broke loose in all the parking lots around her apartment. It took me a hundred turns to park my car in the confined space even though they blackmailed me $20.

Those are totally forgivable but that doesn't help my erection. So last time when I was trying to get into the mood by kissing her gently and slowly, she stuck her tongue out unexpectedly. How lovely! I almost bounced back. If she did that when she was 19 for the 1st time, we could have married and had some kids, LOL.

What is unforgivable is that I wasn't talking to her on Whatsapp. You are supposed to give me your privare number. If for any time someone impersonate you and talk to me, I would fold in no time. That crosses the line.

One of the feeling that Margarette stirred up is forgetting to look at the mirrors and lost that feeling whenever I looked, LOL. Honestly, I need some trivial eye bag job and dye my hair a tiny bit and I'm all good. I'm still getting hit. In a pub, yes, an Irish pub, I talked briefly with a woman who wanted to leave early to start her baking for the holidays. And she talked about country music because she mistook that I like it. Well, country rock may be. Another single mother was very keen on talking about her kids when she found out that I also had some. She even found an excuse to go to a brighter area so we could take a better look at each other. I took them home too because I was the desinaged driver and there's no trouble to take some more home. If only I were single.

I will treat Margarette nicely and carefully. But if anything goes wrong, I have so many backup now. Chanel II is always there now. Even though I saw her only once, she would be more than happy to replace Margarette if she fails. Bunny, the high school senior with glasses, is such a breath of fresh air. I saw her the 2nd time after several months and she was still so cheerful when she saw me and DFK'ed me. And we endorsed each other publicly. (And she had a bunny that I met!) And of course Caroline will welcome me back with open arms as long as I can fit in her schedule and her bed. Her birthday is coming up. Last but not least, I still have the number that will reach Kendall. She is the kind who will burn out faster but will still have plenty left to offer.

It was supposed to be happy. But I was depressed while creating my Valentine playlist, at the same time getting my Master's in classic rock. After bumping around me for a month, I finally got into her apartment. And it was nice. The cable guy thing was totally unexpected so I didn't register anything at the time. I went along thinking that she was playing some mysterious games. But there was no mistake for the 2nd time. Doormen should just let guests in, period. However I tried, I couldn't think of a good reason.

I can think of so many bad reasons. I don't know how long can I go on if she keeps calling me like that. But I think she isn't thinking far ahead; she is thinking about the next rent. We can do hotels, but it's more like work after home visits. So I'm not going to call her first. Let's see what will happen.

I won't even try to tell her that I'm not happy. She has her reasons. And if she is anywhere near Chanel, she would tell me something I like to hear. I can punish her big time though. I can ditch Margaret for her "friend", Chanel II, at Valentine. That would be devasting even if she doesn't like me, that much anyway.

After all the auditioning, I returned to Margaret on and off. She got the looks but didn't do much. But I was fond of her anyway. One day she mentioned her friend Chanel II. I still had no idea why. Maybe she thought I must have seen Chanel II and wanted to see how they compare. And since I saw Margaret a few times, she must have thought she is the winner. Or she thought Chanel II fitted me better; Chanel II told me that Margaret helped her out and is a good person.

I always wanted to see Chanel II but there's always the risk of a disappointing face, a dead fish, or the golden pussy syndrome. But since Margaret mentioned her name, it couldn't be bad. Indeed, they can stand shoulder to shoulder giving you a hard time to pick. But Margaret knows it; Chanel II is Chanel II for a reason and not her. But the sad thing is, thinking that Margaret gave her a good catch, Chanel II texted Margaret while we were naked in bed after. Even though I didn't know what they were texting, I could sense the disappointment in Margaret while Chanel II still didn't have a clue.

Unfortunately, that was the only time I saw Chanel II. I tried to book her again but she became hard to get, turning up suddenly and on a Sunday. Both of them faded out and disappeared soon. After the "I could have been dead" traffic incident, I called every pretty girl on my shortlist over the weekend. That's when I rediscovered Margaret; she changed her name.

After I saw Margaret almost regularly, Chanel II reappeared again. Co-incident? If Chanel II had been working, I would definitely book her instead of trying someone new. But I have no reason to see her again. Margaret recaptured my heart by getting all over me and stick her tongue into my mouth. She let me suck her whole tongue out with a smile. Some of my escort readers may gross out by the mental image in their head. But consider that, before that Margaret never kissed me properly. It was only touching lips for a second. Then it progressed to her tongue touching my lips for a split second. And I still saw her.

Now if I book Chanel II for Valentine,  and do the disappearing act on Margaret, she will be devasted or she will try hard to figure out what she did wrong. If they are still hanging out, I will tell Chanel II something so it will get back to Margaret what I did. It's not even necessary. On my account and Chanel II's, I will make certain that we have the date stamp when we meet.

I will certainly do that when they are at their prime, around 19. But I'm not going to do that feeling that they are more vulnerable now. If I don't have a history with them I wouldn't have that feeling. You would think that they are now at the prime, still is, but not as prime as when they are 19. When I triggered some old memory in Margaret, she would look far and reminiscence silently about the good old days for a split second. It's sad that obviously, she wasn't thinking about me, but at the height of powers, the many clients lining up, doing whatever she likes to do, and the money.

Soon after I lost Chanel, I met a model type girl who started college around 19 and invited me to visit her new apartment. She thought her nose was her weak part but I was happy with that; she didn't even need makeup. Her body is a model type but I found her body too ripe. It's hard to describe. Maybe like a peach, some need some more time, some are perfectly ripe, and others are too ripe. And out times were totally incompatible so I just hang up for the last time when she was still sleeping.

And then this perfect woman at her 30's or maybe early 40's. Yeah, I have seen too many women at this bracket in my TER days. So I know what is perfect or not. She is a babe watch type. She has to spend a lot of time to work out to keep her body perfect like that - more perfect than many young girls but looks very natural without muscles. She isn't that pretty but her hair and makeup are always done perfectly. She had skills and wasn't afraid to use it to capture me into an arrangement. It was a bargain and she hinted that she will be seeing me at her home on her off days, meaning that I don't have to lineup for her incall days. How romantic. Even though I saw her a few times, I disappeared because I was afraid of commitments. And there was one minor thing that I couldn't overcome. She had the stone type enhancement. I know it's safer but I couldn't overcome that. I could overlook that a few times but not regularly. So cruel. And she's so awesome that she's still around!

And of course, who could forget Caroline? She may be hitting 30 or more but she could be the spider girl in the multiverse! She could be that stylish. So my pants were going to explode when she was in her California shorts kissing me as in a marathon. But she was a bit anti-social - sometimes she posts some unglamorous pictures. That is a sin in advertising. You don't do that unless too many people turn away at your door disappointed. She will never disappoint with her looks. The feel is a little different, another story ;-) The real problem is that she seems to have a busy schedule. Her apartment is those that I can get in and out whenever we want. I thought we were friends but she asked me to go through her assistant. And for the price I paid, I didn't have much choice about the time of day. I know she is the struggling type but she never called me so I don't feel I disappointed her. And I never asked for a more reasonable price because I didn't know I would be seeing her that much. But I won't do that if I'm not prepared to commit. Oh, and her bed ... Just don't feel like a place to make love on. Maybe too small and too soft.

And this perfect Asian girl that I ran into at random. I was almost speechless. She has flawless pale skin all over; it has to be expensive to keep that. She has the perfect boob job, perfect long hair, legs, waist, and bottom. She could be 20 something but her body looked like 18. Her face wasn't that outstanding but perhaps with some enhancements, she was attractive enough.

Since I tried to avoid Valentine's, she accused me of reserving the date for someone else, meaning her competition. Since these girls come and go, I was trying to see her enough while she was still around. I think there is a cultural difference here. Asian girls know full well that they are doing the job of your girlfriend or wife, and they don't hesitate to do the full spectrum of work unless they are very inexperienced or they are born here. Other girls, especially younger ones, here feel that doing that will give you wrong ideas and may result in stalking. So I won't book girls here on Valentine unless I know them well enough to end well, or I would pay somebody enough to make sure it's a memorial occasion.

After I satisfied my crush on her body, I didn't linger for long. I did see her once more when she visited my town independently. Now, I have good reasons to believe somebody knows my ID, the owner of this blog. Out of nowhere, this girl asked me to go shopping with her. Why? It would be a total waste of time if you ask random clients to go shopping.  She could have known that I was willing to spend a couple of hundreds to make it worth her time.

But as good as her body was, she talks like a tourist guide sometimes. More, her jeans are wrong and her heels are wrong. That day, if she was in short shorts and platform sandals, I would have overdrafted my bank to show her off in the mall. Yes, she looked that good and I didn't feel like babysitting going out with her. That's the last time I saw her. But I always wonder a girl that good looking should be turning up often and for longer. It was only recently that I discovered she settled down in San Fernando Valley all these years. How? She uses the same pictures that I kept as a souvenir; it was that good. And that's the reason I have no intention to see her again.

Wifeshare vs Rideshare

I'm not talking about wife swapping that sort of thing. I'm talking about some enterprising women who will perform some or all of the wife functions for you for a fee. Sounds familiar?

After some groundbreaking research corresponding to a few of the new wave of rideshare drivers, I can conclude that both professions have a lot in common. It's hard to say how many people have done wifeshare or understand it correctly. But anybody knows somebody who has done rideshare.

Almost anybody can do rideshare. You are your own boss and it's up to you how to treat your customers. The money is instant, almost right after the ride. You can pick your own hours and how long you want to work.

The money isn't bad, depending on locations. If you are willing to work more and in more risky locations, you can catch up with the best. But one thing drivers either dread or overlook is depreciation of the car. The depreciation curve is very deep initially that the standard mileage deduction misrepresents. You have to make it worthwhile if your car is relatively new. Because once you run up some mileage, your car isn't resellable any more.

Normally you cannot pick clients. If you don't want to take drunk, smelly passengers, you will be out of business very soon.

You can provide only exclusive limo style rides. But that's a constant struggle. You are competing with the other limo drivers with limited clientele.

As for the luxury sedan / SUV providers, they very often have to take whatever customers they have, rather than waiting idly for the better-paid ones. They are in it for the money, not sitting all day.

Now, does it really matters for customers getting from A to B what ride they are on? Not really, as long as they get to their end happily. The real picky ones and the wealthy ones will have their own cars or collections. They may need a ride once in a blue moon but they aren't the bread and butter types.

Some may feel better if the car looks nice, smell clean, and the driver is courteous. But few would refuse the ride when it arrives; it's more important to get to the endpoint when you need it. Also, the platforms make sure that information is not ideally available. You just have a poor profile picture to go on, with a general description of the ride and some dubious ratings.

Just like the movies

I was unwilling to talk about it. Last time I talked about it, it was like jinxed.

Margaret told me where she lived several dates ago. I saw her regularly, skipped a bit, then appeared suddenly. Just happened without any agenda. So I asked her if I can visit her when I am close. She gave me her number, woo hoo!

When the time comes, I texted her but there was absolutely no reply. I was a bit disappointed but there was no surprise. She wouldn't know who's calling and wouldn't remember giving out her number. Although she should; I was disappointed. I didn't remember why I opened Whatsapp, which automatically added my contacts who also have Whatsapp accounts.

So I created a 2nd "secret" Whatsapp account with my "secret" number. That wasn't trivial on the same phone that I detailed on the smartwatch blog. I added a profile picture with a little smoothing. Then I messaged her.

She replied nicely. And we set up a date at her place! But the problem was that it was right before Xmas. The date was on and off, on and off. One day she would call me to come. Then she had to cancel. Sometimes she would say a lot of nice things, but sometimes blunt.

I tried to keep calm and not angry. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. And I always remember what you get is what you pay for. If she has other priorities and has to bump me around, so be it. And also I finally figured why Chanel talked to me on the phone like an angel one day but very few words the next. She was using me to make her other regulars jealous when they were with her!

And I have the feeling that somebody figured out my ID, not my real name but like linking this to some accounts in, say, reddit. Somebody did, but I don't know how much they know.  For each handle you can link me to, I have another one that you can't. But I'm not 100% sure if Margaret or Caroline doesn't read my blogs, or if nobody tells them about me.  So I'm trying to be more positive, hehe.

Perhaps Margaret wasn't sure to invite me home, so my priority wasn't high. She would bump me for something else. Perhaps it was some sort of test. So I kept calm, kept giving her the benefit of the doubt. If we wasn't bounded over the years, for any other girl I would say, thank you and goodbye.

It was also some sort of paying it backward for Chanel. I treated her with respect, just like any other person. But still, I assume she would handle something better than me or other non-pros. Like relationships. When she opened up a bit I should have listened and tried to understand; we could have been married, LOL.

What do I have to lose? The worst is that she tried to fit me in between two clients but failed all the time. And since I am not paying sugar daddy money, I don't mind. Even if I had a really bad deal, she would come around sooner or later. Chanel isn't much better :-) So far, I had maybe 2 girls who wanted to charge me twice and treated me like shit. I didn't have time to turn one around but I got a lot out of her anyway. The other one I really had to dump her because she started piercing big time on her perfect body as if she knew that it would boil me over. Sorry that I wasted time on her.

It started before Xmas but she kept postponing until well after the new year. And the day turned out to be about the wettest of the season. Is it a coincidence or she read the weather report and knew it would be slow or she would have nothing else to do? Well, the benefit of the doubt.

I got there a lot early to survive the downpour and to scout the difficult downtown area. The apartment building has a decent front but the surrounding areas aren't promising. Constructions sites, run down old buildings, and lots of parking lots, public and private. The main thoroughfare is very busy with arenas and convention centers nearby. But the back lanes around the buildings are very narrow and unpromising.

Let me jump the gun here. The building is surprising nice like in the movies, but more likely on the other coast. Nice lobby. Everything inside is built like a hotel and clean like a hotel. Her apartment is small but very cute, fit for models and sugar babies or mistresses. More on that later.

The problem is, she has a doorman. If anybody doesn't know what the problem is, ask Donald. I couldn't have imagined it. I still haven't been to the other coast. When I parked at the front door and called her, she told me she saw me on the CCTV but I have to find parking myself. When I called her on the parking lot, she told me to go to the front door and tell the doorman that I'm the cable guy! She even told me what I'm going to fix in particular. What!!! Since she was serious I played along.

Why she didn't let me in privately through some backdoor? Why she didn't let me in to park inside? Then I think they may have strict security rules like that. Or else I will be worried about any single young girl living alone like that. Then I think she deliberately wants her guy to recognize me so I won't do anything stupid or dangerous.

But why I have to be the cable guy? Seriously? Do I look like a cable guy? OMG. Fortunately, I ain't easy to be offended. And I am not. Perhaps a little bit. OK, I don't look like her uncle or any relatives. And I ain't young and hip enough to be her boyfriend. Can I just be a friend or a colleague visiting? OK, it's 9pm but still, in this day and age, do you need some excuses for a guy to visit a single girl?

Will the doorman believe it? Of course not. But why bother to tell him anything? Maybe she needs some acceptable excuses for the neighbors and family members just in case.

The good thing is, she isn't doing incall in her apartment like a hotel. It wouldn't work if men are walking up to her apartment every hour if only on occasions. So I feel a little privileged, or stupid enough. It works for me either way.

And I don't think she has a steady live-in boyfriend or regular sugar daddy visiting her there. A lot of things won't make sense if this is the case. It's even better if she has; it would be tricky and risky to fit me in like that. But that doesn't mean that she is an angle outside of her apartment. I wouldn't know what she's up to that day. She told me she was very busy that day, gym, bank, errands; she will see me if she manages all that.

All that bumping was worth it. It really looks like her own place just as I imagined. It looked like a hotel suite but with everything like a washing machine, kitchenette, closets and a nice view of the surrounding downtown area, and the tall buildings not so far away. And the bed is decent sized. She keeps it clean like a hotel and I haven't seen any clusters even though she said she likes to cook.

And I didn't tease her for putting on some atmosphere music for me. When I first met her she brought her boom box along for incalls. And it was like boom, boom, boom all the way during sex. I joked about to bring my own soundtrack and she was offended. I don't think it's love songs but at least it wasn't hip hop, rock or dance music; you can't do that while making love.

I didn't know what she had done earlier. Maybe she saw through me and tried to compensate for bumping me around. After all the kissing, licking and sucking, she offered the flat-iron/spread-eagle or whatever you call it. My favorite. Or maybe she wasn't too keen for the missionary DFK, LOL. I would think she should have used to it by now!

Thank you. I hopped on for the ride and she could take it well. Then I pounded on her to my heart's desire. And after that, for the 1st time, we had serious cuddling after. She was on top of me, holding me, small talking, and wasn't trying to hide her face. Or I should say she doesn't want to see you face to face when her makeup isn't perfect anymore. But the dimmer lighting in her own room helps her to be more confident.

It was worth all the trouble after all. It could have been much worse. On my way out, I greeted the doorman by a slight nod. He responded a little just because I was looking at him and nodded at him. He didn't have the enthusiasm when I entered. I knew he didn't believe it. Of course, nobody would.

That would have been the end of the story for a while but she called me just less than a week after. She texted me on the number she gave me personally but never replied. We had been using Whatsapp. She was doing incall closer to where I live.

What? I just fixed her cable TV less than 7 days ago. What does she expect? A billionaire? Then I think the number isn't her personal number after all, but her screener. Since I still haven't got the next paycheck, I declined very carefully after an hour or two, assuming any of them could have called. Later that evening, I messaged her via Whatsapp to explain, and telling her to call me any time after my paycheck is cleared.

And she did. I'm in trouble - good kind of trouble. This time, the doorman was talking maybe her girlfriend and didn't answer her call. So she changed and walked down to open the door for me. The doorman teased her, "cable broken again?" It was awkward as she was expecting that the doorman won't be there and she could let me in in stealth. I wanted to text her that the doorman was there but it was too late.

She was wearing something casual, thin and lose but she exposed her awesome mid-section. In my mind, she was the same pretty school girl that I met a couple of years ago. But she was more like a full-blown stripper now. I was trying to tell her that to compliment her given a suitable chance. She still has the perfect school girl breast and waist but her body is fuller and probably sexier. At the reunion, I accidentally told her that she was bigger than I remembered. But then I kept telling her that she looks the same.

When we were alone in the lift, I couldn't help but put my hands on her exposed skin. But she ducked and reminded me of the CCTV. I wonder if the doorman was watching.

This was plain sailing this time. Once inside, I gave her a little kiss and held her lightly, like old friends or regular boyfriends. But not exactly plain sailing. I was late for a few minutes because of parking problems. She texted me if I was almost soon because she had plans later. What?! 

What plans can you have? Another client back to back? Should I be happier that I come first? How do I know if you have another plan before me? I don't. You said you were free and that's the time you picked. And I never went overtime and always punctual. That's professional. If you invite me home like friends with compensation, at least be professional about it.

The pros never make you feel rushed. They don't tell you they are short of time unless they are late already. If they don't have time to clean up and freshen up, they will jump into the bathtub with you to save time, giving you the wrong idea. 

But I think she wasn't confident enough. She was defensive in case I disrespect her and her time. OK, maybe someone faked on her earlier and she bumped me up the queue. But that's unlikely with her doorman and that it's difficult to move around town give a short time.   

This time I plotted for an Italian and she wasn't at all concerned. I think it's called camel slide also. I didn't even need lubrication after eating her out big time. I put my hand under her body on her small chest and slide away. This was the birth control with my little girlfriends a long time ago. I was pretty sure why the Italians did it.

I was prepared to cum all over her booty, her pussy, and her bed. But since I was holding it well, maybe next time. I let her blew me to the edge and asked if I could cum inside. She politely declined but offered some compromise that I didn't bother to understand. I rolled her over, straighten her leg and ironed her flat on the bed. It was so intense that she could moan aloud realistically (really?).

When we were cuddling, I brought up the stripping thing. I asked if she could dance, the pole type. She was positive. I complimented her body and asked if she ever stripped. No, she said. But she got the job once, even showing me her cute stripper shoes!

She said those clients ask for sex anyway. And she is already doing it. I would say that it's a lot of work with little money dancing for tips compared to escorting. You might ask for more for the VIP room but the whole setup can't deliver that many clients who want everything inside. If you have enough escort clients you are better off just escorting.

So we kissed goodbye gently but she wanted a big hug also. Again the doorman was very enthusiastic while challenging her but didn't acknowledge my presence when I walked out alone. I don't see how it could work if she has other men going in and out.

So we were talking about me bringing costumes and props next time. Work overalls and toolbox. Isn't that new?

The resistance - FOSTA-SISTA

Obviously, the legislation is the religious rights' moral crusade rather than they caring for the few victims. But all is not lost. The F-S is already infringing net neutrality and freedom. It won't end well if they carry on further.

Private people having sex really not as in your face as the numerous escort ads on Backpage. That's why they have the F-S to stop that. Some websites are resisting successfully, moving offshore accepting bitcoins. What next? Strip clubs are American institutions that they can't touch easily. The same for massage parlors. Further legislation to punish those who pay for sex may change that but may backfire.

More on your face than BP ads? Camgirls. Every teen knows when you turn on the internet, there is an unlimited supply of impossibly pretty girls of all types available 24/7 to show off every bit of themselves, with sex acts too. Ads are fake. Camgirls are real. The crusade is already underway. An army is already outing camgirls, cutting off their payments and block their banks. This cannot last.

The freedom of the internet depends on freedom of contents, freedom of communications, freedom of payment, the freedom to persuade happiness particularly there are no victims to speak of. It's like trying to ban the printed version of old Playboy. It will sure backfire like the prohibition. You cannot kill Playboy but can replace it with better - cam girls.

The day when the cam shows taper off, it's the day when the line is crossed. Backfire is certain. Before that, F-S will be in vain at the end. It may be difficult and risky for adults to buy sex, but the new generation is well experienced on the pleasure of sex, if only visually. I bet when they have the means they will try to buy fresh and blood. That is a battle you can't win. That is a sure-fail battle to turn back the clock - the wrong definition of conserve.

Keeping up with smart watches

I have been thinking why I would want a smart watches. Now I figured it out - the discrete notifications! It solved a lot of my previous problems.

You can forward all the desirable notifications from your phone to the watch. It's a discrete vibration on your wrist. You flip your wrist to read the notifications and messages or the watch face will remain dark. It's more convenient than unlocking the phone even with a fingerprint sensor or facial recognition. You want to hide sensitive info on the locked phone but no need for the watch. If you are not wearing it nobody knows there are notifications and the watch face is dark.

For the technical details, you can read the text from SMS, Whatsapp, Hangouts etc. For calls you know who's calling. So I would turn off ringtones. So you don't even need to turn on silence mode during a movie or concert.

I don't know how Whatsapp got so popular in the states. And it was before Zucker brought it. The problem is that he is an ID nazi. You cannot have two accounts on the app. The usual solution is to clone the app so you have another account. I tried Parallel Space. It works but the notification doesn't get through to the watch. It is likely that PS was first coded for 32 bits. You have to download 64-bit support to make it work for Whatsapp. So I tried Dual Space and it worked perfectly. So you can actually call from WhatsApp to the other account on the same phone and all the notifications get through to the watch.

Since the watch app and dual space is always on, you don't want to use an older phone without enough memory, minimum 4G ram depending on what else you need to do.

I have been going into great length to deal with the voice calls. They all like to ignore the screen lock and display the caller's name, number, and picture big and center. I use multiuser mode to hide the secret contacts but I wouldn't get notifications if I'm not logged in. And not all phones give you that mode. I maintain a separate vanilla contact list with alias names. But it's very inconvenient unless for the few you expect calls.

Now I can turn on silence mode on the phone and put it face down on the table. It's very unlikely that someone will pick up the phone while someone is calling me. If somebody wants to actually use my phone, that has to be in the guest mode to avoid the auto searching for contacts. Without multiuser, I may at least lock some incriminting apps. Nowadays nobody will want to use your phone unless theirs are lost.

Also, Chanel may be the last one who prefers calls. She did text but it seems that she wasn't keen to see the stored messaged on her phone. There wasn't fingerprint locks on the flip phones! Good old days ...

ps Smartwatches are another equalizer. In the beginning, successful people wear Rolex. Convenient and accurate electronic watches with the battery lasting for years are seen as cheap. Then successful people just have an iPhone or Samsung. Young people and the young at hearts don't wear watches. Now young and fit people wear watches. And you don't want to carry a block of big heavy metal on your wrist when you exercise. Plastic don't cost that much. And my $80 watch look good enough f
or testing the technology.

pps Margaret just got through via Dual Space into my watch! A date!

I had an Xmas date with Margaret the pretty school girl in her OWN home. I couldn't wait to see how she lives. But she canceled - her period didn't end well. I didn't mind at all but I do feel bad about the way she treats me; one moment I was like her only VIP and the next she just doesn't response. It was like Chanel actually but I got her, not this new lady.

Caroline the model seems to have somebody in her life. If yes I would like to ask her for one more fling at least. It will be weird if she agrees but it's not like she never has someone in her life.

God's gift

You may say wine. Wine oh wine, I love it.

Of course, I'm talking about women. You may say it's different but both are great gifts.

For me, women offer all that wine offers and much more.

It's not exactly head to toe that I enjoy, but actually hair to toenails!

Naked embrace, full tongue exchange, is that much more than wine tasting?

If you feel a bit gross, Margaret started it after I rediscovered her after two years. Before that, I was satisfied for a split second lip kiss.

I decided to stop seeing that much of her to ease my cash flow. But then she just turned up more when the rent turns up. She's irresistible. Instead of degrading my position on her client list, she doubled her effort as if she wouldn't want to lose me. That's the right thing to do.

The moment I walked out of the bathroom and got onto the bed, she came over me and started the DFK and tongue exchange. I named her pretty school girl for the reason that her breasts are the biggest possible without any sign of gravity pull. They look the same after a couple of years - perky with virgin nipples. I can't stop staring at them when she is riding on me. Probably I know she doesn't like them to be squeezed and sucked that much.

Previously, when she was blowing me, I would try to reach for her breasts so I could have something to hang on to while enjoying the scenery and the suction. But she would duck away. Nowadays, she would squeeze herself hard while riding me to encourage me to do what I always wanted to do.

I lick her nipples gently and suck them hard. I rub her breast gently and squeeze them hard.

I am never big on DATY, until now. I was like raping her with my tongue. I press hard on her bony area, brush her soft pussy like a sonic toothbrush, penetrate her like a penis, and even suck some tissue out of her. I don't exactly know what I'm doing but the feedbacks are all positive. I always enjoy the reaction but for Margaret, I just enjoy it, the intimacy and her soundtrack.

After I let her pussy go, she went straight for the blowjob. Not so fast, she knew I wasn't finished. I turned her over. She did it cautiously. You know why? I am known for having a keen interest in her virgin tight starfish. If I were to go crazy as I did on her pussy, she would jump out of bed.

Yes, I kissed her ass quite often - one of the best. Usually, I am gentle but still, she will be just lying there feeling somewhat uncomfortable worrying about my next move. Occasionally, I would dig deeper when I can't control my emotions. But on that day, I skipped all that. I want her to feel comfortable and I want her to kiss me without reservations after.

So I stayed off her starfish. But still, I lick, suck and bite on her tight bottom. And kissed all the way down her ankles. She has a pair of schoolgirl's legs. You want to cum when you see them running around in short PE outfits. And that was the reason I picked her picture in the first place. And the rest was history. Her ass is actually outstanding. A bit big but I give her that for no sign of gravity pull.

What she is most afraid of is her pair of feet being molested. I never got anywhere. I don't think she is just ticklish. Maybe she isn't prepared; her feet may not be that clean and her nails may not be perfect. So this time I just tickled her sole and threaten her big toe and let her go. When I first showed her my interest in her feet by bringing a pair of thousand dollar platform for her to try, she mentioned Chanel II. That's the reason I tried her, thinking that she may be my Cinderella.

She was relieved that she could start doing her thing, a meticulous blowjob. But I didn't indulge for too long. I opened the condom on the nightstand that I brought, put it on myself and told her to get on the ride. After her warmup, I went straight for the missionary. Yes, I like the option of DFK missionary. I know she's not too keen on that but that's the fun of it. This time I skipped it because I managed to fuck her intensely. I couldn't hold on to her mouth doing that.

When I climaxed, I couldn't help to whisper to her ears, "You are so pretty!". I remember a girl saying that she was so turned on when her client said at the same time, "You are so smart!". I would say she is so dumb. Men who say that must have some agenda or belong to the mental institutions.

I was so exhausted so I turned over and put my hand on her tights to show how I liked her. Soon she turned to me wanting to cuddle. That wasn't really her. I kept lying there but put my hand on her big ass, I like her everything.

When we said goodbye, I tried to get her number without asking for her number. She thought for a moment and got herself a good reason to give it to me. When she started telling me things, including the area she lives, I knew she would do it. She knows that I'm harmless and generous. She hesitates because there are rules for screeners/bookers. If she skips them for me I had better not let them know. She has to know that I am not a spy or friend with her screener and am careful enough not to tell.

Let see what she has in mind when I call her. Can't wait. Sorry, Caroline. You are so close. I already have your number but you still ask me to book through your booker. Sorry, Chanel. You turned up whenever I was poorest. Caroline's booker still remembers me for the one time that I booked you. Maybe he is still working with you. Things could have turned out so differently. But then, they still can, at the flip of a snow flick.

Pricing

I remembered I was insulted in a hostile forum for my bargaining technique. I was educating people! The problem with closed forums is that if you don't allow free speech, you can't even defend yourself. And people can't learn the truth. Is that how you want to raise your images and status in society?

I'm still mourning the loss of Apple's number. It was like love at first sight. She was totally my type. She started kissing me when the price wasn't included; and we talked about the future, lol. I typed her number and called her with my app. I immediately ended the call. I thought I got the number stored but not all apps behave the same. She has some mileage so she doesn't cost that much but she is still very young. What could have been!

Caroline went to the east coast for a while, or her social media said so. I think it's a good way to avoid posting anything for a while if you are tired to keep up. I also took the chance to stop liking her every post. I still check her posts though; I just feel tired if I were her. From time to time, she will post something anti-social-influencer. So I don't think she mourns my likes much.

Okay, I've been doing the numbers lately. I need to get laid. I also need to concentrate my efforts. It dawns on me that even for my top girls I could be paying less than that I paid Chanel, hotel rooms being the difference.

Now, this is not a bargaining technique. You just ask as you ask your friend. First, I never handle myself as I'm very rich. You just pay more for everything. You may get better service but the same body. And once you tip well, there is a diminishing return for your money. Do you want to be her top client? In the top 3 or top 10? Does it matter?

I've been quite generous to them when I have the money. I never watched the clock, lol. There's always some extra bills in the pile of cash I paid them. And then cash gifts if I find it appropriate, meaning that they shouldn't expect it again.

Now if I tell them I have cash flow problems they will most likely give me some discounts. If nobody does then I can always see them later. I'm quite sure they would. I doubt very much if no clients pay less than me. Everybody has multiple pricing structures, including the ones who blasted me for asking for discounts.

Caroline's advantage is that she has her own place that I went to many times. I'm also as good as having her private number. I think she's likely to charge me less if I asked. We'll still have passionate sex and kisses but she will find a way to remind me of the difference I paid. It's tempting to have a model all to myself when I'm in Hollywood.

But I actually stopped seeing Pretty schoolgirl Margrette for a month or two. I knew her for a couple of years and I have been spoiling her when I rediscovered her this summer. I can't keep up. So when I asked she has no problem of helping me with my cashflow problems. She actually doubles her efforts as if she doesn't want to lose me again. More passionate and more kisses. More vocal when I ate her and fucked her silly. More active cuddling after.

I picked her a couple of years ago because her body turned me on. Part of her stays the same all those years, tits, and part of her actually got better, ass. We were on and off because I don't particularly fancy her being a makeup artist. I rather see her real face instead of turning all the filters on. The main problem was that she didn't kiss; she could get away with that.

This summer, everything changed when she DFKed me and put tongue in my mouth. We bonded. I know some sexworkers frown at the mental image of DFK missionary with me, lol. But they don't know me.  I still get hits on the streets left and right. It's not like that you have to do this and that or you don't get my money. Some girls have DFK on their menu and some don't. Sucking cocks is easier because it's all physical. For kissing you can tell if she's doing a good job. You can feel the passion or you don't. And it doesn't need to be 100% positive. Margarette just wants to deliver what I wanted and keeps me as long as possible. Maybe she has to put some distance in between or she would lose herself.

BtW, I got her private number finally by just asking. Is she going to take me home or make some other arrangements? Let's see.

A picturesque laundromat? Go away! It was pretty as a movie set. And then Caroline appeared in it like a movie star. She is so beautiful even on close up! She even wrote a poem to go with her clothes.

But then she teases some more. It was a promotional shot for the ... laundromat! Go away!

I don't believe it. Does a laundromat need promotion? Does a laundromat need to be so pretty? Even if everybody works for free, a laundromat typically is used by people within walking distance or maybe driving a few blocks. it doesn't need to be trendy; maybe it does in Hollywood.

She's awesome!

You may have my number

You can take my name

But you’ll never have my heart

 Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At skyfall

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.