My Valentines

This is a stock photo of course. But this is how I feel whenever I saw Chanel I. She has the killer eyes, possibly a rare enhancement to her natural beauty, double eyelids. She also has an unfair advantage with a quarter of European genes that aren't recognizable as such.

Most beautiful girls look like a different person without makeup on. But not for Chanel. On occasions she didn't wear makeup, I enjoy staring at her eye to eye. She would stare back at me smiling, proud of herself.

I met her at 19, flawless with nothing to complain about. She even has a pair of C that I still couldn't tell if they are real or not. At about 5'4, she can wear a bikini well. Her hip and thighs are slightly thicker than a catwalk model but I never noticed until one day she tried a schoolgirl outfit for me. Emma looked so like a tiny schoolgirl in that when she is several inches taller.

Look at her legs, Chanel II! When I met her some 5 years ago she had a chin-length schoolgirl cut plus very humble streetwear. When I wrote her up I just call her Chanel II for a very good reason. I thought she had a lot more to offer than Chanel I and would go places if she played her cards right.
Maybe she was very good at disguising already at the time but the schoolgirl cut couldn't be mistaken. Maybe some daddies like it but you can't go shopping like a pretty woman by yourself with that on your head.

Little did I know she would become 10 times better (or worse) than Chanel. All the top labels sent her cards regularly. Even if she doesn't have half a million cash, she has a Porshe, probably an MBZ and a BMW for daily commuting. Chanel I spent everything using her then boyfriend's super-duper card. There's no limit on beauty and classy expenditures. But imagine Chanel II can spend even on cars and houses! I'm so proud to have sex with her. And I still can any time I wanted.

She is every bit a catwalk model with the appropriate chest to go with. She's not flat for the model standard but a bit insufficient for general escorting. When I first met her she didn't even take off her top when she started to blow me. They looked so virginic when I dropped her top.

She is every bit a pretty girl, her face just not as outstanding as Chanel I. She did talk with me that there are so many choices, including for me that is very true. I thought she was grateful that I kept seeing her a few times. I think daddies just have too many choices. But if you want a model type, she's the one. And when she is on her full gear, anybody else will feel inadequate. Whatever you paid she is worth it. She can afford the top shelf of the top labels including the special editions that you just can't get if you are not a frequent flyer. And the special order bag named Kelly? How about arriving at your yacht with a Porshe?

I could kiss her enough but not after she remembered that she shouldn't give me too much for my donations. We never have much chemistry and I now I know why. Although she has so many haters, she is a good talker if she is onto you. She can talk about Chanel as much as modern architecture.  And she is so real. I still can't remember if she lied to me ever.

The closest time was when she complained that Julia's gym instructor cost $700/month while her boyfriend found her one for half price. So convincing. It's probably true though. Can you imagine what this girl is capable of?

The most passionate Valentine award goes to Caroline. And why would I include 3 of her pictures? She is absolutely gorgeous (except at some angles). She is absolutely every bit a model and an actress. And who could forget the dump that she lives? And her teen model disguise?

The fact that she is every bit a blue-eyed blonde model cost me more than Chanel II. This world is so twisted and messed up that it confuses even me. I have been wanting to see her again but I wouldn't bargain her down. I don't want the passionate GFE to become WFE, the wife experience.

Every time I kissed her my pants exploded. I had to unzip myself to continue. Yes, we kissed passionately like new lovers before taking off our clothes. She is a good kisser but no tongue, very natural girlfriend experience.

Her IG is the place for the old vocational school that she dropped out of, where she signed on for modeling. It's the place to take her mom to concerts and to remember her late dad. Also for her childhood ambitions. Sometimes I feel sad for her. But now she found herself a nice boyfriend. He seemed to be staying and she looked happy. But she tells me I can go to fuck her any time. Of course, I have to pay and while her boyfriend isn't around.

I could have seen her for most of 2018 but Julia turned up all of a sudden and trumped her for my last play money. I had a near-miss traffic accident. Actually, I reacted in time and she couldn't have possibly hit me. But it dawned on me that I could be gone just like that any time. Since Caroline is expensive and far away, I just took the chance to audition new talents. I saw 3 women at the weekend and the last was Julia. She changed her name but I picked the same schoolgirl type again and again. The rest is history.

Julia was the first girl I picked to replace Chanel I when I discovered my "trust fund". She can do mug shots in bikini front and back. I never liked her makeup but I gave in, not knowing how she looks like without anything on.

She is so good and confident that she mostly takes selfies right at the hotel for advertising, before and after I see her. So her pictures are a few memorabilia when the candle I smell is still burning right there.

Other than her makeup she is flawless, a schoolgirl with small tits but not flat. She is warm but barely kisses. I tried but didn't get anywhere. I lost her when she is known to disappear for months when daddies are plenty.

When I rediscovered her I didn't know if she was desperate or she missed me very much. She was all smiling and dived down to kiss me during the cowgirl. She was all out to get me. It was hard to do or pretend. And it wasn't just kissing. There was tongue and I went on to suck hers out.

It was also the only day she had makeup on that I could see her real face. She is a pretty girl after all. I just couldn't stay away from her for long even though I tried. She was closer and cheaper than Caroline. She is also a lot younger and prettier.

I went on to get invited to her home. It was all or nothing. I saw her enough at hotels. She began to feel like that I was a candidate as her daddy. But I didn't try to mislead her that my trust fund was unlimited. I think that's the end of us. She really did quit everything but she could have kept me if I were richer or spent like it.

Although I was like crying when I lost her, even though she is stripper class now, I have no feeling for her anymore seeing her updates on IG.

I didn't even know why I didn't save her pictures. Avery showed her face and even her old pictures at school with a cheerleader outfit. She was very cute back then. And she is beautiful.

She is my rebound. At the time she was the only attractive girl who offered the back door. I paid dearly for it.

It was such a pleasant surprise when I met her. How often the girl is as attractive as her pictures? She is tall like 5'6 to 5'8. Slim and athletic at the same time. She could be a Victoria's Secret model. Indeed I asked her dress size so I could bring some lingerie the next time.

There is always something off about her. She looks great in her fancy big curry hair. But then another time she could be having straight blonde hair with insufficient volume. She can't be too beautiful with too many eyelids but she is cute and pretty. She legs and short shorts were killing me but she was always wearing half a T-shirt greeting me as if she was trying to hide something. Her boobs are too natural. Nothing wrong with them but they didn't drive me crazy.

I don't know why she picked the 19 category to compete. She was at least a few years older than that with more maturity. It's a little odd when she talked like 19. I like her character and maturity. I prefer her to speak more naturally.

When I was flat ironing her ass I asked if she was OK. She wasn't. Because she isn't a tiny girl, I wasn't deep enough so I slipped out on occasions and then pushed back in. That wasn't good. So I tried to stay deep.

She kissed but I didn't know how passionate or good she was. Because I just vacuumed her. Even though I was fucking her front and back, I felt that she had class. That prevented me from examining her ass or licking her legs, not too much anyway. She did notice that I was interested in her feet so the next time she showed off her pedicure before I noticed.

I thought it was a one night stand but I couldn't forget her. It got better each time. When I asked her dress size when we first met, she was brushing me off, not thinking that I was serious or she didn't think that I would be back. She just told me medium and sent me away.

The 3rd time I had a plan. I closed the door, grabbed her and deep kissed her as in Gone with the Wind or any other movie scene. She saw what I was going to do and she received it well. Though she often complained that I messed up her lipsticks at first and then her whole expensive naked look later. But it was her appreciation for me rather than an actual complaint.

I can feel that she is genuinely happy to see me and to be kissed. I can see that in her eyes that is hard to fake. Maybe it's the money but, well, at least it's not hard work.

I remembered her most on the day that I was oversexed. I booked her anyway because it was about time.  I couldn't come or misfired. Then I put her hand on my cock to give me a beautiful handjob. We kissed a lot and we stared at each other a lot. And the other time when we were on fire, the hotel alarm system went off. It was the regular weekly test.

I did what I set out to do. She didn't talk much about herself. I didn't think I could get any further. So I abandoned her but we could start all over again whenever I felt like it. I did feel I was abandoning her because I didn't think that she was that popular. She reinvented herself a few times and then disappeared. But the good thing is, if I don't see her again, she won't be remembering me enough like sitting in the hotel waiting and thinking, "why the player doesn't come anymore?" That will be sad. It's not like Chanel who would call me up telling me how she misses me. No, she didn't say that but I know she needed the cash.

Her IG becomes her

Boyfriend? No problem. Just don't tell him about your IG handle. She used mixed language for her name so you wouldn't know how to search. And I suspect her boyfriend isn't that sort of guy with an IG account.

She freaked out when her boyfriend wore a gold chain. She didn't talk with him. But she whispered into her story for her 100K followers

She doesn't interact with her followers other than clever comebacks. They are mostly her haters. It's the same for her "friends". They show up or not in her IG. Any other interaction will be in real life. So her followers get to know her more than her boyfriend and friends, including most of her body she posted without the 4 dots.

She also found a clever use of her IG account - as a date check.  Say she hang out with her gym instructors and his friends. Before she took anything she posted a story with his face in it. So if anything happened there were 100K instant witnesses.

As for her sugar daddies, she did post at least two of them. Another one was probably her client when she started the IG. "I hope to see you again soon" has a different meaning for her. But he's long gone of course and she didn't bother to delete anything. I also think that, like Caroline, her use of her IG changes with time and she doesn't bother too much or too dumb to be careful enough.

She posted a daddy's IG on one of her stories. He's a weirdo who had a tenured position so he's not going to bother. She held the hand of another one on a yacht. She called both of them daddy!

When I started to see her again she had been a bit weird. I think she was figuring out how much I know because she expects me to know Julia's account and so possibly her's. Why? Because I was invited to Julia's house.

She is pretty good because even though she told me a lot of things, they are mostly real while I totally had no idea who she really is. Like when she asked me to come back because she didn't have enough money. Little do I know she was spending $1,000 each day when she still had half a month to keep up.

I had no idea why she invited me to see her new house. Most likely she thought I'm Julia's daddy and it couldn't be bad. She changed her mind after she talked with Julia, who didn't seem to tell her everything. And Chanel may not even mention me to Julia. Chanel didn't ask me not to text her again but explained why she replied so coldly. It was her boyfriend. She couldn't afford him to find messages left in the car. It was plausible. And the boyfriend is real with 100K witnesses even though we can see his face or anything. Also, she pretended not to remember when I texted her. But it didn't work because I booked her again.

When she said I could visit her home when she decided not to move, I can catch her lie. Because she had time to prepare and knew it wasn't possible to let me into her home. She has a Porshe and I don't know how many cars she has. I don't know how she lives but it had to be a big house with a big garage. Or a low rise with parking right outside on each floor.

The only thing I know is that she has to have a walk-in closet. Cars, she can hide it. But it's hard to hide her nice things in her home. I will feel so inadequate. And wonder why she keeps turning up for a few hundred dollars each for all these years?

A tale of two birthdays

Julia went to a neighborly restaurant where you celebrate your birthday with your homies. It's a little bit fancy with a resident singer who is also her bestie. May be her boyfriend but I really doubt if she's into older men. A slightly custom birthday cake, nothing too fancy.

Earlier, Chanel II, took her out to celebrate. It was a famous fancy restaurant not only for food but also for the pops. You have some fancy custom made pops as the background so you can take pictures for your IG. The dishes are all for show, like using a flame thrower for the desert. The cake is extravagant.
Now for Chanel's own birthday, I don't even know how to begin. Months in advance she ordered herself a custom order bag from one of the most famous names. Nobody can beat that but herself.
Then she showed off her bank statement that on her birthday month that she has been spending $1,000 per day as a tradition! I'm not surprised but she told me her birthday so I booked her before that. I gave her a good tip instead of a present or card because I know my kind of things won't interest her or Chanel I. Cash is King. For that little extra she encouraged me to do outcall to avoid the pimp's cut. Failing that (expensive hotel), she even asked me to come back right next week even though she wasn't doing well at her job.
"What's the benefit", I asked. "I don't have enough money", she replied.
That's my last day with her because I didn't feel the chemistry even though I tried for a month or two. I felt a little guilty for not helping her out. But I know her lack of money means she doesn't have enough to spend her usual way. Little did I know that my fee didn't cover her a morning's spending. So my question is why she even asked? Should I feel superior that she asked me to come back next week for peanuts?
I know the feeling that my fee didn't cover Chanel I's half a pair of shoes. But at least the shoes last.
She did say she went on to a week's cruise and I could see the videos. It was with her besties and now I can follow them all. I wonder how much they know.
Then she ended her birthday celebration in Vegas, showing off her bundles of cash for the gamble, $5,000 each.

Outed on IG 3

Finally, her classified was up and she was back to work again at the website that I met her, the bottom tier of her markets. As I expected, some guys must be dumb enough to bring up her IG account. No please. She will freak out when you are paying a few hundred dollars or even less knowing that she has half a million dollar cash in her bank! Even if you feel that you picked up a huge bargain her other market tiers will collapse when words get out, starting from you.

She must have realized that I wasn't kidding. Her account was gone. Just like that. Even though her stories were all stored on the bet permanently. I don't think she knows that for all the years. For Julia, it's stories as usual so I don't think Chanel told her anything, not yet.

She must have been pretty screwed up for now. She quoted, "your network is more import than your networth!". I don't see how she can keep her 100K network. And I don't see how she can even start again because her face is still all over the internet out of her control.

Her IG started the year that I met her. So I can catch up with her all those years. I think in the beginning her IG were used briefly for being a sugarbaby. A few comments were from her daddies and they are long gone.

Now I'm quite sure her IG can't be used for any clients or daddies. I think very soon after she started her growing network got into her head. It became something else. It became her. She wanted every man and woman to envy her. She can show off whatever whenever she wants to, unlike friends and neighbors. Her online friends are better than her friends. She can't talk much to her family. She doesn't have many friends because of her work. She wants every woman to be jealous of her. She wants every man to desire her and admire her like a boyfriend. She can't find love but that is the closest that she can get.

I think her photographs weren't careful enough or they even sell her pictures. The Chinese aggregators got all of them. So she is everywhere in China and hence the world. On top of that, she likes to take pictures. Her boyfriends may help. But she does like to take pictures herself. Most of them she took were in hotels when she is waiting for clients. She is so naive that she posted these pictures on her IG and on her escort sites. WTF! She just cut off her head in the latter.

Even if she alters her escort pictures so Google can't find the altered pictures and their originals side by side, any person who sees these pictures will know that she is the girl in the escort pictures with her face.

I think she doesn't know that stories are stored forever especially you have 100K followers. I can see that she smokes something and takes something. So I can understand why clients, including me, thinks she is talkative. And I got the short straw. Who else she talks about her boyfriends and dating failure?

300K a month income? Totally expected for the good months. But for me personally, I wouldn't care about her, because she wouldn't care about me. That I found out before I got her IG account. She is just like Chanel(1) the professional lier, but a lot worse. She invited me to her new home but then she decided not to move. And then I found out I couldn't see her at her old home because she wouldn't mix her private life with her business life. Understandable. But she gave me her number, then complained that I bothered her when I didn't. I'm a pro.

Her sex pictures and luxurious life is good for high-end business. But she is known to hang out with a large group of young men, taking video when she is totally wasted, on something, and didn't know what she was doing. And too many pictures in hotel bathrooms and bedrooms without faces. What are those for?

I think both Chanel's are started similarly. Chanel I didn't make it that far because her friends have "websites" but at that time the sites were porn sites and they were pornstars. Chanel could never show her face like them.

Chanel is far from a catwalk model but her face is comparable to a Korean popstar. And she cares about me. If I don't see her enough she would call me up. Though after our lunch meeting I sometimes caught her at the parking lot calling up her other clients, LOL. Good times.

Outed on IG 2

So I tipped off Chanel (2) that she is outed on IG. What did she do? She did some panic moves but in the end, she couldn't throw away her 100K followers. After a day, nothing had happened. The only exception? She killed the messenger. She blocked me.

So everybody can search and find her same old account but me. I don't even try to follow her with the same handle. But anybody else can follow her.

Well, this girl is much juicier than I thought! She openly flaunts her half a million bank account. Half a million! No wonder she can co-sign the apartment for her buddy. She frequently posts updates with stacks of $100 bills, at least a few grand each. She even shamelessly use a $100 bill to wipe her makeup. This is over the rails!

I think she has a lawyer to help her with money laundering who is also her boyfriend. But still, are you inviting the IRS for those pictures? And when she makes a deposit, it's a lot more than the $10,000 reporting limit.

In the beginning, Chanel(1) wore a white T-shirt and jeans to meet me at a seaside cheap motel. I believed her that she is a college student. Of course, she isn't. She wouldn't bother to get some papers for her exit strategy. I think she already had one at the time, her boyfriend who actually lived around there.

She also told me that she dressed modestly to get more tips. Who wouldn't help out a struggling student or waitress? But the eternal poor is a different matter. It's just bottomless. A hundred dollar tip isn't going to keep Caroline happy for the next week when her cat food runs out. I vaguely remember that Chanel has a stitched up T-shirt made of hundreds of squares from reusing different old garments, the 101 sowing exercise. I think she just brought one.

So I don't think Chanel(2) gives out her IG account to any of her clients. Maybe only to rich daddies. Those own you for months or a year and verbal abuse is included. For those contributing a grand or two a month won't like their girl like that. And not for paying her a few hundred each time clients like me. That's what I feel. She wouldn't care too much for the bottom clients. There are plenty. And when you see her $100 stacks, what is a good tip to her? If I didn't conclude that we have no chemistry last year, I would be very disillusioned when I see her IG account.

Yes, you feel better to help out a girl like Caroline, not when she needs the money to keep her high life like Chanel. So much cliche.

And also when a girl making excuses hiding her car that parked somewhere else, you know it's a high number MBZ or BMW. Chanel(2) drives a Porsche! And I don't care enough to know what's the model.

But what she talked is real. Hers is one way to handle her ivy league schoolmates. Nobody else has half a million cash in their bank accounts. She does know that clients have many choices. She had to travel a bit to get new clients. And that she changed her mind moving to a porshe apartment near Julia. How long will the money last? It's wise to spend less on big items. And it's wise to think of exit strategy when you have half a million dollars in the bank and don't know how long money will keep coming.

But it's difficult to invest if you don't know how. I think that's why she has half a million cash in her account. If the lawyer is also her boyfriend I would be very careful if I were her. And that's why she keeps the other boyfriend that doesn't know what she is doing.

Now I understand that she wouldn't want me to visit her at home. She must have thought I was somebody when I can get into Julia's home. The whole area is a nice neighborhood and that I won't attract any attention. I visited Emma's townhouse without any problem. But I think she lives in some upscale apartment or house. She doesn't think my car or dress code is up to it.

But getting Julia's IG is so much closure. She is so modest. I know so much more about her including her childhood pictures. She must have been a neglected child, one of many. And that's why she is so close to her grand. And that she must have been sick of poverty or just having nothing and went into the sex industry when she wasn't even old enough. I recognize her bathroom and remembers the good times. And no, I just can't find her face attractive enough to make me sad for not meeting her again. I lost sleep for a night or two. Now it's healed.

And girl, you should know why you can't find love. Nobody can handle this. If you quit and come with me riding into the sunset I can handle it. (But that's reserved for Chanel1 only.) Not when you are sucking dick for a living. And half a successful man has many choices, just like us clients. There are so many pretty girls with a dubious history. 

Outed on IG

The decade of social media. Everybody has an IG account. My top 3 girls have it. It's their personal account! Not for business.

Someone recognized Chanel2 on her IG and asked me, who saw Chanel as an escort, if the girl on IG is the girl I saw. Of course, she is.

Maybe he is good. Maybe she is stupid to cross-posted her pictures, the same pictures on her IG and her escort account, even though there is no face. But he is stupid to ask me. He could have found out himself if he is so eager.

What can I do? I tipped off Chanel. Of course, not before I found out Julia's IG account. Wow, that was easy. Thank you guy.

But what can she do? She changed her account to private first. Well, she has 100K followers and I don' know how she manages her private account. Then she changed her handle and made it public again. Well, that doesn't do anything. Anybody who followed her will follow her new handle automatically.

Obviously, she didn't tell Julia. So Julia is ousted too since they have mutual friends and clients. As of now, anybody can follow them including me. But I won't so as not to alarm them. Maybe next month.

I'm not so sure for Caroline the teen model who is over 30, if her IG is for pleasure only. She has everything on it, her nursing school classmates, her family, her mom, her ex-boyfriend and her new one. It's also professional, modeling, auditioning, waitressing. But she also gives out her IG account to her escort clients! I also know where she lives so it probably won't matter that I have her IG account too.

I know Julia has an IG account because Chanel2 showed me her pictures. Since Chanel2 knew I got into Julia's home to sleep with her, she thought I know a lot more about Julia than I do. And she didn't know that Julia dumped me at the time.

I should have shown more interest when she criticized Julia's makeup on her IG account. I could have gotten her IC account name. I could have just asked Chanel. I switched to Chanel because I can still hear from Julia indirectly.

I thought it was the end when I gave up on Chanel because we didn't have chemistry. Then all of a sudden, a guy sent me Chanel's IG account and asked if she is the escort that I saw. And so she was outed.

Immediately I log in and went to Chanel's IG and started looking for Julia. It was easy. Of course, I didn't respond to the guy. I know it's a kind of silence admission. I could have lied but I won't be the only person he asks. By that, he could have started a chain reaction so the whole escort site knows.

I just find their IG and I don't want to lose it so fast. These two girls just went to a fancy restaurant to celebrate Julia's birthday. And they go to exotic vacations together. But I decided to tip off Chanel.

I sent Chanel a DM telling her just that. I was hoping she asks who I am. But she was too afraid to respond to a stranger. I would think deleting the account is the best way to handle it. But Chanel will miss years of work and her approaching 100K followers. So she just set her account to private and later changed her handle. But her followers automatically follow her to her new IG account.

I bet the guy who ousted her is her follower already. So IG will sort of tell him Chanel's new handle. But I doubt if it matters. It only matters is the 100K followers.

They are single, living the high life without an obvious income stream or inheritance. And Chanel's cover will be modeling. I don't think anybody will be surprised if they are high-class escorts or sugar babies. They post sexy pictures, not nude. They talked about love, sex and lust.

But still, it would be degrading if their lowest price is published for all to see. And her followers started to book her for quickies.

The two Chanels have more in common than I thought. They both picked the same flower as their names. But even though Chanel2 looks like a catwalk model with a little makeup on, her face is far off from the original Chanel. She is that beautiful. So even though Chanel2 has the body of a catwalk model, long legs and a gap in between, I am not that obsessed with her. I never did.

Julia's IG does cure my obsession for her. Time has already healed some. I picked her from a long line of girls' pictures over years and I never regretted it. I was obsessed with her schoolgirl body and now a stripper body. But I never really see how her face looks. She is always wearing heavy makeup as if covering something. After a few times I gave up and accepted it. It's good to know somebody go through all the trouble to appear with flawless makeup every time all the time.

Except for one time when we accidentally met again. She has an expensive naked look with red lips on. Everything looks real and I was wondering how I couldn't remember such a beautiful girl if I met her before? If she tells me that she has a sister I will believe her.

Now I looked at her IG I just couldn't be excited about her makeup. It's a pretty doll but so fake. I told Chanel before that she may be making up so nobody recognizes her.

And I know both of their birthday now.

Review continued

Chanel looks like a Korean singer/movie star. But I am quite certain that she has very few things done. A double eyelid maybe. Her eyes still kill without any makeup. Her boobs I'm still not sure if they are real. She has the teen model figure when I met her at 19. I only discovered that her hips and thighs were a bit thick for the school uniform I brought her a couple of years later. Maybe that's why I never saw her wear short skirts and hot pants. Her body was still great, just not the cute 19-year-old schoolgirl I was imagining all the time. She got some European genes reflected only on her skin.

It's not a laughing matter when someone asked you if she should get married. I think I can handle that and we can be happy together if we had a way out. She loves money but she would "have" it rather than lose it by spending. I can really concentrate on making money and keeping the money rather than worrying if the lawn is perfect.

I don't think her history will bother me as I'm still auditioning girls after girls after so many years. For one I would have saved loads of money if I had her only. When you met a great looking girl, when she is sucking your cock, you are imagining that she is your new girlfriend, rather than wondering what her previous and next client would be like.

I was on and off with Julia/Margarette for 5 years. She actually looks like Selena Gomez without the baby fat. I picked her because she could stand up taking bikini shots front and back. Now she comes with a stripper body. Again I met her at about 19, all the same as Chanel. Girls at this age will think about their future and make some choices. It was so sad that she quitted and dumped me. Luckily, she was a bit distant all the time, just like Chanel. But even since I sucked her tongue out, I wasn't demanding and trying to be nice to her. Luckily I only went to her home twice and we never really cuddled. I'm sad that I lose a pretty girl with a stripper body. But we weren't bonded that much and I can't miss her too much.
I still couldn't figure out Julia's buddy, Chanel 2. I know I shouldn't do this to her. I saw her once 5 years ago. I think she is prettier, my preferred body type, and she was nicer to me. But I was poor at the time and struggling for time to meet her again. Then the next time it was when Julia quitted. Chanel would be thinking that I was with Julia all these years. Shouldn't have done that to her. But she was happy when I saw her again after so many years. She invited me to her new home and told me everything about her boyfriends. She even showed me Julia's IG picture and criticized her makeup.

But then there is something between us. She kept pouring cold water on me. I kept it professional and spent good money booking her. I think I got nowhere because she knew I would disappear anytime just like the 1st time I met her. She liked me to keep coming back but she wasn't delivering. Actually, I got less and less enthusiasm even though she asked me to come back next week. I know she is into handsome guys. I don't blame her. But then I may be dangerous so she put a stop sign right there so nothing will happen. There's no point in wasting more time and money on her since I don't have much anymore. Maybe her next birthday.

I like Caroline's teen model look and she's as passionate as a 30 year old MILF. But since she has to maintain her trendy image, her IG is a turn off for me. Short hair is OK but you need something like a schoolgirl cut. But that's a no no on IG. And I was almost certain that she posted weekly pictures on IG t lure me back, or at most one or two clients. Since she has a new boyfriend she doesn't bother.

Now she reveals her sex life on IG. At least it has to be trendy too, toys and stuff. I don't think I can get rock hard kissing her like our first meets. That's sad because she is a really struggling model/actress who is a club/bar/restaurant waitress who doesn't always have a job. I know why she appreciated me that much. A few hundred dollar per month pays the bills and cat food.

Just when want to cut down a bit and concentrate on reminiscing, I met a few girls that blew them all away. The first is a black lingerie model. A bit thick but who can fault her when she can walk around on lingerie or naked, who turned me on so much? I didn't even have the chance to repeat much because I met another black girl who is a teen model from the waist down but a teen porn star from the waist up! I came back to see her pair of natural bouncing balls again and again. Then all of a sudden this blonde girl with a short school cut turned up showing her pretty face. She works hard but she doesn't smile much. But she is a good fuck. I screwed her into the state between moaning and screaming. I think she likes me more after that. 

But I don't think I will be attached to them. It's hard without GFE, and I wasn't looking. But the 2nd time DFK rule doesn't seem to apply to any of them. 

A little review for the decade

Because I don't have much time.

I remember how is the party in 1999. We drove back to our hotel at NPB, stopped by the lights for a left turn, pulled over by a cop because our wheel of the rental car was on top of the white line. He looked like a male model and many still do. He let us go because we were tourists and obviously not drunk.

I accidentally came across Chanel's (the original) picture. OMG, that was the day she looked the most beautiful ever. She talked a lot. I pretend to listen and she knew it. I was just hoping the moments to last because I was holding her leg across mine, going up to her skirt while staring at her, absolutely no idea what she was talking about. It's a lot sexier than stripping her off and go to bed. She is irreplaceable.

When I accidentally discovered my old stock fund, the girl who won the audition was Margarette, the pretty school girl who morphed into a stripper body. She was about the 2nd girl I auditioned. We didn't get far because she was too young to be GFE. But I couldn't resist to see her on occasions just like Chanel. Then she disappeared. It wasn't until last year that I rediscovered her. She was onto me like she wasn't going to lose me again. She had the expensive naked look with red hot lips. I never saw her so pretty and kissed so much.

I had to admire my own taste for picking her for the 1st time. But sadly, she quitted everything just when I got into her flat and she talked about cooking. Heartbreaking

I was actually seeing Caroline at the time. I booked and booked because I could have an accident and the end of everything on a weekend, until I met Margarette again. Caroline is always my teen model. I wasn't going to see her too often because she was a bit expensive.

She is the most passionate girl I met even though she won't allow tongue. Now I know why. She is a real struggling actress/model. She is exactly my type and not many patrons have my taste in women. She saw the chance and grabbed it. The rest is history. Every time I met her, her kiss burst my pants. She wouldn't wait to undress before kissing like a girl friend and I liked that. But my cock was so hard that I needed to unbotton my pants and unzip it before carrying on.

Although she is far from teen, she has a borderline eating disorder, an actress and a model. That's why she is always my teen model. But her IG doesn't do her any favor. I can see the real her and I know how she really lives. I'm not that keen to see her again and I didn't want to low ball her. She is on and off a waitress and was fired the last time I heard. I could see how she appreciates my patronage. We even talked about her new boyfriend that she likes. I hope she is happy. But I'm sad for her because she has to keep up appearances for her family. I really want to see her again but I don't want to give her the wrong ideas that I can see her every month. My stock fund is finished.

There must be other girls that blew my mind. But there wasn't enough bonding so they don't always stay in my mind.

Since my stock fund was completely depleted, it surprises me that I am still doing fine. I accidentally ran into a pornstar/stripper type. I don't usually pick those because usually, it's a disappointment for the fee they asked. But this woman walked me out of the door naked without displaying any flaw. Maybe she's a bit cold, ducked my DFK and pushed my fingers away. But maybe she was still a bargain. She knew it and didn't come back so far; the grass is greener elsewhere.

By pure chance, I met a black girl who can be a victoria's secret model, the thicker type. I just couldn't put her underwear out of my mind. She knew I am totally into her and texted me a few times. But our schedules don't align. Very safe sex but she is a good fuck.

I had good luck the last time I took one for the team. She showed her pretty face but I didn't expect much for the heavy makeup. But in person, she looks a lot younger even with heavy makeup on. Not only that she looked like a schoolgirl, but she also looked like one in my neighborhood with shoulder-length blonde hair.

She has the expensive naked look with deep red lips. I thought of Chanel and Margarette even though they are very different types. She is too young to be GFE. When I couldn't help but stare at her face, she asked, "what?". She was wondering what's wrong with her. Was I discovering some false advertising like no blue eyes, a different person, etc?

Maybe I was a bit shy, she took the initiative, and so I couldn't do much damage. She blew me right out of the bet. So I laid down comfortably, spread myself and enjoyed the show. I liked her hair, her face and her makeup. It was such a sight when she was hard at work sucking. She would finish me if she could but I am invincible.

Then she poped up and rode me. She has the perfect schoolgirl breasts with a bit more meat to squeeze than others like Margarette. She has the perfect curve for a schoolgirl. So I was holding her pelvis, let her rode and watched everything.

In the past, I learned not to let them ride too much. They do it to finish you fast. And then there are so many other things to do.

But now I have changed. I have such a fond memory of Margarette when she rode me to completion the only one time. I tried to push her away but she wouldn't budge.

I remembered Chanel's one-time reverse missionary. It's very GFE but there's nothing to see. And then there's the squat, easier to finish if you know how to. Riding alone is just hard. Usually, I waited for them to surrender and asked me to get on top or do my fav position.

But Kat just soldiers on, until I had a smile on my face. I think she likes me because she pulled the condom for me and wiped me clean. I can't wait for her to turn up again.

Viagra, Nobel Prize, Prostitution

Yes, you guessed it. Should the Viagra inventors get the Nobel Prize? It can benefit all human beings. Sooner or later a male will not have quality erections as often if anything at all. He could have the same happiness if he chooses to. And his partner gets a good screw too. So much population, so much happiness. So little side effects.

The effect of Viagra on society has long been studied. One phenomenon is that older men go after younger women. Their usual partners or female in their circles aren't that interest. A younger woman provides a stronger visual stimulation.

Let me ask the obvious. Does Viagra promote prostitution? Some young take it as a party drug. Why wouldn't you?

When I was a little younger, I could an instant erection on the streets if I was visually stimulated by some particular imagery. But if I booked an escort I usually need some warmup time and long foreplay to get a hard erection.

It's the same now. But I have fewer erections in unexpected places at unexpected times. I blame it on the proliferation of porn. But Viagra changes everything. I always get a rock hard erection when she takes off her clothes. Or just when I see her in lingerie.

More, it is highly therapeutic. I can make plans to recharge myself and feel good. I don't worry about booking the wrong person. It's almost fail-safe. I won't be feeling bad and sorry for myself after. As long as she looks good, I can resurrect a dead fish and make it scream.

Slow dance

It all started when I was trying to pick some songs for slow dances with Julia! In her own home. Her apartment is really cute in the evenings. And I got the idea when she told me she likes to cook when she was on top of me after sex.

It wasn't easy as she was very much into music, carrying her boom box with her to hotels! And her taste is very alternative. I have to show good taste and try to convert her. I don't enjoy her music at all.

Worst of all, it has to be good enough to get both of us into the mood, yet there must not be tacky words like love. How difficult is that?

Soon I found out that I'm into rock ballads but many are not suitable for slow dances. Then I came across this band that I never heard of but the song is nice. I wasn't going to pick this little known song by a little known band when there are many legendary works to choose from. But the song grew on me each time I heard it and it became perfect.

Little did I know it was basically the one-time comeback album of Journey. Of course, I love Faithfully but I can't include that or it sounds like a wedding dance.

Sadly, I had one chance to get it done but I thought it was too soon to bring up the slow dances. The next thing I knew Julia dumped me. This became our song and I can never see her again. So sad.
(ps music last forever but music videos are always outdated)

Back to College

Not me. It's the time of the year for a visit. I met an incredibly cute girl in the dorm. I didn't want to be get caught looking at her shorts all the time but she shook my hand while we were alone briefly, introduced herself and showed off her bedroom (with other's present). She then retreated to her bedroom reading with her door wide open.

Healthy cute blondes are everywhere, leggy and showing off their mid-sections. She is different. She looks like she's from Alaska. Her face and legs match so she might have no makeup on or very little. Her face looked like a flawless sex doll.

She is on the small side but perfectly proportioned. That's why I can't stop looking at her legs and tried not to go near her initially. I would think she is the perfectly sized sex doll too. Why you want to be feed and fuck simultaneously? When the face and tongue are the most erotic parts?

Chemistry

While the music was loud, a barely legal girl came close to me and glued her face onto mine without a word. I almost jumped if she wasn't that cute. Then she held her iPhone in front of your face. It was a selfie.

Can you imagine that? At my age? She was with her friends too? I couldn't stop wondering what she wanted from me. But obviously she wanted selfies and nothing else. She was blonde, slim enough to qualify for the cheer leading squad anytime. And she came from a very nice neighborhood.

It wasn't like a light hug. I could feel her cool flesh pressing on all of my face and I had to counter it with my neck muscle. That wasn't all. I wasn't going to hit on her because, well, I still didn't know what she could be after. I did what I had been doing and didn't pay too much attention to her but acted like I always know her.

But she would stop her raving and came back again, doing exactly the same thing. So I was prepared and greeted her face with the biggest, sweetest smile. That wasn't for her camera but that was what I felt, while still having no clue what she was after. And she certainly wasn't drinking or on something. She left home not long ago and she was very polite and considerate in our conversations.

She did that again and again, once with a studio stick, a portable gadget that if it was on behind you, it felt like the cops are going to pull you over. It must had been over 5 times. Maybe I was very non-photogenic so she had to do it so many times to get one decent selfie. That explains what I saw in the mirror ... But I'm just so popular.

Chemistry is such an interesting thing.

When I first met Chanel, she let me DFK her. But it was like she was shy without response. Or like she was afraid to catch something but she couldn't resist. When I tactfully tried again, she tactfully ducked. I had high hopes for her since because her buddy Julia only gave me a split second lick on my lips after I went after her for months. But when I finally met Chanel again, she did the same thing. It went downhill from there. Since I knew her well she didn't pretend that she doesn't liked to be kissed. Or she now knows well that I am not the type of rich granddaddy that she thought her buddy passed to her. Or she liked to keep some distance because she knew it's hard to get into Julia's shoes.

But I always liked her more. She is prettier with less makeup. And she's looks more like a leggy model than Julia, who turned into a stripper. I liked her flatter chest too. I'm an equal opportunist. She must be feeling inferior with her pair. She likes to keep her top on until the last. But I liked to slip her loose top down to reveal her flat chest. Then I would not be able to control my desire and home onto her nipple, sucking away. But in the end, she wouldn't even take off her top while riding. I wasn't offended and I know it's complicated. She would be very nice to me the rest of times and even asked me to see her again. But I tried enough, did all what she was willing to do, and I blame it on chemistry. You can't hide that.

When I rediscovered Julia, she would look at me eye to eye while riding me. We looked at each other with lust, and smile. And she would bend down to kiss me. She would gave me her tongue. And I sucked all of her tongue into my mouth. And she stole my heart again.

Now, you can say that she turned professional. But it's hard to do the way I see it. When I met someone who doesn't look like their pictures, it's hard to do the eye to eye thing like I love her or I lust her. It's hard to smile too. But make no mistake, I can fuck like she is the prettiest porn star in the world. I can DFK her like she is my new girl friend. But just not staring at her, smiling and kissing.

Caroline looks like a teen model when she choose to. I had an erection whenever I see her legs under her shorts.  I like her schoolgirl blonde hair going glamorous on the occasion. She is flat like Julia but with a softer squeeze. Little did I know she has some sort of eating disorder and she is over 30. It doesn't change anything and it explains why I'm so hot for her. Time and time again I had to unzip myself, let my cock out so as to continue kissing her without hurting myself. Maybe she knows what to do but it takes two to tango.

The most regret I had is losing Apple's number. Young, schoolgirl type but a fallen angel. Everything is covered. No tongue, no eating that sort of things. But when she rode me she would be in a very good mood, all smiling and giggling and she would get down repeatedly and gave me a little wet kiss on the lips. We talked about the future too because none of us would not believe that we won't see each other again. I was using a different app that didn't save her number when I typed her number in without calling.

Green green glass of home

Accidentally, I came across a picture of my house, where all my kids were born. There were born in the hospital like everybody else but this is the place they call home and never left.

I was shocked by my emotion seeing the green grass in front. I know for a fact that the grass was far from perfect as appeared in the picture. But there were not bald or thin patches. And I had people do all the mowing. My first home since birth had no grass, nor any plants. The grass at my 1st house with Mrs Player was really nice, but it was just a decent sized rectangle. In the picture, the house was surrounded by grasses.

Now I fully understand why they call it the green green grass of home. I'm sad that a lot of the grass was gone. The grass on the slope was replaced by plants and bushes instead; that will be a lot easier to mow by myself if I so choose. The other side was replaced by rocks and munches during the drought. Nobody objected so I saved water and mowing.

And sadly, a lot of time since then the whole yard was neglected when I wasn't doing that well. I didn't feel a thing because I was from the concrete jungle. Now the house will look about the same even if you don't spend any time and money on it but the grass is a different thing.

To keep the green grass, you have to spend a lot of water, a lot of other expenses, and a lot of time to mow it. And typically you hire someone to do all of those. So it really is a measure of your state of mind.

Now since I am mourning the grass, may be I should resurrect it for the kids so they have something to remember and something to return to.

I thought of this because how many girls became nomads travelling all over the country? How many left their green grass at home?

In the news a while ago, an Apple Valley native left by being a porn star. She was found dead in her early twenties. The school may look the same as any other high school, only smaller. But the students will be living under the shadow that not a lot are going to college and a lot will not be able to get out of town.

I had a glimpse of Caroline's old home. It looks like mobile homes side by side. But there was grass all over the place. I know she likes her dump now but she should miss her home town too. Her mom and sister are still there.

Julia and Chanel certainly won't miss their old house. They may or may not be coming from poverty but certainly from urban jungles. I actually know where Chanel because she gave me her real number that tied to her extended family and to the area where they come from and still living. Both have a cute little apartment of their own and keeping it is their prime concern.

Letting go

Chanel (II) is nothing that I expected her to be. She is beautiful but I have seen better. She is skinny but I like model types. But we don't have chemistry. And I don't blame myself. For any other girls, at least I feel popular. For girls that I liked, I have a crush to return.

Chanel isn't the innocent, easy going, straightforward girl that I think she is. Maybe she has been jaded over the years. Maybe she is like that all along when I 1st met her. I just didn't have the chance to find out more about her real character. Now I don't think Julia mentioned Chanel because she thinks we were a better match. She just did it because Chanel is a good friend.

Looking back, Chanel talked a lot after sex and she even chatted with Julia where we were still in bed naked. She asked me if I could leave early making way for her VIP who paid double. This is the same character that I see now.

She doesn't seem to be happy to see me each time. That's really weird. Whenever I met Caroline and my other favorites, we kissed non stop like a pair of kissing fish until I couldn't keep my cock confined in my pants. OK, I admit that a few mishap happened when I booked Chanel. I couldn't get hard and then couldn't cum because I had too much sex and kept torturing her. But I let her off with a handjob more than once. Once I forgot my money in my car. Once I was late for 20 minutes.

And so I thought my charm works on her because she stopped short of asking me to book her again soon. I just did that only to find out the whole cycle never ends.

We talked about exit strategy, I have many options, slow business, many new girls and she isn't as popular as when she is new. But still, she treats me like a job. I doubt if she does treat everybody like this.

Not only that she was never passionate about anything, but she also did less and less. When I was working my charm on her, I knew she wasn't into DFK so sucked her face instead. Then later I found out that she really really doesn't want people to mess up her face makeup. I don't even know she put up lots of makeup. I thought she wears a little makeup and that's why I sucked her face. Maybe she put up a lot of makeup as an excuse to block me. Should I kiss her when she has lipstick on?

And since I have seen her body enough I don't kiss her from head to toe anymore. She takes the initiative, always starts the blowjob without taking off her lingerie. She rides when she likes it and tells me to do the missionary when she is ready. Of course, I let her takes over. But if that's all she wants to do, what's the point of changing.

Julia is younger but more mature. When I worked my charm on her, I did feel successful after a while, just when she disappeared. When we met again by accident, she really grabbed the chance and the rest is history.

I gave Chanel too many chances that I shouldn't. Maybe I did that because of Julie. I want to get back at her. Maybe I want to hear about her even though Chanel hasn't seen her for a long time and may never hang out again except for birthdays. Maybe hearing her history will be good enough.

I should let go. Let go of Julie. And then I have no reason to see Chanel again. We know each other too well. She knows I don't mind being taken advantage of, being stupid. You can say being a fool for her. I should stop. I don't even feel the crush to see her. I dreaded the look of her at the door. 

Some people just can't keep a secret

Now I know why. They cannot lie consistently. They could not have remembered what they told who. So they have to tell the truth always. Chanel (I) the professional lier is the polar opposite of Chanel (II), the straight shooter.

It's such a sad story and I hope she doesn't mind if she is reading this. But if she is reading this she would have told me. I think her parents pushed her too hard or the school she went to went too far into the dark side. Her classmates are in ivy leagues. She is not bad herself but she dropped out of college after trying several times. I am not surprised by the way she cannot remember what she has told me.

She told me when to book her again close to her birthday. At the door, I always expect to be a sailor returning to his girlfriend. But she looked at me as if I'm a stranger, just another player customer. I have to break the ice over and over again before taking off her clothes, kissing her, etc. But she would tell me everything after sex, given any chance to talk.

Now I understand why, when we first met, she asked me politely to leave after the sex with half an hour to go so she could prepare for the next VIP that paid her twice as much. I never doubt that she lied but I always wonder how could she do that. It's simple, it was in her mind.

The interesting thing is that Julia made contact with her after a year. Now I understand that they are not fair weather friends. They really help each other out above and beyond friends. I will do that if I have a friend like Chanel and I have no doubt she will return the favor. They didn't talk for a long time most likely because they are struggling one way or the other and don't want the other to know. But you don't forget your best friend's birthday.

Last time Chanel talked about her colorful love life with two boyfriends, and that she was moving into a posh apartment downtown. A few weeks have passed when she realized that it won't work out with her boyfriends. And that she is too young for online dating, attracting not serious dates but losers and cheaters. A few years into the game she realizes that she shouldn't be spending only because she has the money and asked me about jobs and talked about an exit strategy. She didn't make the move.

When I was thinking about Chanel (I), she asked me what I was thinking. So she gave me the chance of talking about her, her rich boyfriend, and how she exited. Chanel (II) realized that she is just another pretty girl amount millions in the big city. There are just too many choices for successful men and most of them cannot resist cheating. At least that's what she thinks.

Now I tend to believe Julia more because she told Chanel the same story that she told me. That she survives only on serving home gambling tables and quitted all escorting. Of course, Chanel didn't believe all of it because the sums don't add up. We all believe that she is still doing something on the side like rich daddies. Or that the big winner got to take her home. But I believe her more because I know more; I penetrated her, Chanel didn't.

Now I really hate to do this to Chanel. She knows now she is my rebound when I lost Julia. She still doesn't know that I prefer her to Julie when we first met. She thinks I prefer younger looking girls and asked me if she looks young enough.

But I love to let Julia know what she has been missing. I now believe that she wanted to keep me. But her apartment won't allow it. She did think about cooking home meals for me in her kitchen. But sadly, I cannot do outcalls and not rich enough to have other arrangements.

As for Chanel, she invited me to pay her home visit. Now she said she won't want to mix business and personal life even though she doesn't have a viable boyfriend. She hinted that she would do outcall for a price but I'm not paying. I don't know if she's aware that if she keeps doing what she is doing, she can't keep regulars like me. Julia did a lot better.

Caroline reminded me of an Apple Valley girl who just wanted to get out of there since kindergarten, the Kansas City of CA. She may be the homecoming queen and prettiest girl in town. Maybe nobody goes to college. She ended up doing porn and dead at a very young age.

For me, I grew up like in Hollywood every day, I joked. And I tended to settle in towns where people fall in love and stayed, again and again. I always owned my house too. I understand that girls like Julia are very much attached to their expensive little apartment. That's their whole world. They see that they are out of Apply Valley every day. But if they fall behind in rent, the whole world collapses.

Caroline is a survivor in her dump, likely with rent protection. She finally got a photogenic boyfriend that is nice, she told me. He looks cool I admit and he is a charmer according to her. She is the trophy girlfriend if her age is right for you and you are not too rich. The funny thing is that she did not have a second thought about seeing me again. Maybe waitressing makes people honest.

A bartender gripped my shoulder in a suggestive way. She is a girl but unfortunately not attractive enough. To others, it looks like a friendly gesture or a form of communication with loud music.

A girl gave me a rose. It wasn't too awkward as it's in the open area with roses growing like weeds. She picked one for herself and gave me one for being nice.

"Do you really like this music?", she saw through me.
"I'm more of a classic rock and roll person.", rock ballad in particular.

Inevitably, she asked me, "How old are you?"
"You don't want to know!"
"40?"
"Yes, around that.". I can't wait to admit, cause it's a big around.
"You looked young!". Yeah, I know, particularly in the dark.

A young guy, 20's at most, who had an attractive girl with him already, asked me out to another bar to "get laid".

A middle-aged guy pointed to an older guy and asked me to tell him that he is handsome. He is, especially at his age. But I didn't bother to do it without knowing what he was up to. He looked disappointed. Later I figured out that they are father and son on some occasions like birthday. It runs in the family, both are rather handsome. But it means a lot to them if I were to tell them.

Bipolar?

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Only yesterday

Thanks to one of my fans, must be the most patient fan, who reminded me that I often get the dates wrong, by years. I admit that's probably true for somethings. But to me a lot of things seem to have happened only yesterday. Because I still got it?

I meet a woman in a hotel lounge last month. When she was standing under the spotlight, The Lady in Red was written for her. She was standing tall, so intimidating that I didn't even try to take a good at her. She has short blonde hair, stylish. Her pale skin sharply contrasts with her very red dress. I didn't look at her feet but later found out that she was on heels. She left the others and came in for a break perhaps.

Actually, we started a conversation in a private dark corner! What's the chance? It was dark and too close so I couldn't see much. But she is the definition of slim and she fits her long, simple, elegant, body-hugging dress. If she fits the difficult dress like that she could be in her early twenties, thirties maybe. If she is in her 40's and above, she has to be one in a million. And I couldn't say she has a beautiful face. But if her face disappoints she probably won't dress to the nine's like that.

More surprisingly is her story. In no time she said she hate events. So even the dumbest geek in the world know how to take the bait. I asked her what was the event. She is in medical research and that day was fundraising. And obviously, because she is so good looking, they dig her out of the lab to socialize with the rich patrons. I was so in love with her right out of the bat, if only she wasn't so intimidating.

Perhaps she understands geek and she knows that she is just so intimidating, she just poured out her story. She speaks elegantly but managed to tell me a lot without any help from me. She is born and bred locally. Whenever she comes back from aboard, she hates the place and maybe don't like the country either. Wow, each and every one of her rants are so up my alley. We could have such great conversations. We could have been soulmates.

But I think what she sees in me is something I am not anymore. So I just listen without trying to score anything. I don't see what's her point talking to a middle-aged man with wife and kids. I know I look, and in fact, so intellectual but I am always the underachiever.

And she even kicked off her heels in the dark and walked a few steps on occasions like Cinderella. So lovely. I can't stop thinking that she was trying to impress me and not intimate me but encourage me. But I have no clue what she was thinking. She was totally sober. Maybe she was a bit older wanting to score a college student? LOL. Maybe she likes someone mature but not looking like a walking penguin? Maybe she brought into my stereotype - well educated and successful but good looking? Wait till I emerge from the darkness. And I'm the type who may buy a red dress and ask Caroline to wear it. Then fuck the hell out of her. She left everything open when she told me she is waiting table again.

The week before last. I overheard a few teens on my back. One girl was interested in a guy. The other mean girl shot her down, saying that his haircut looks like he's 30's but he is 50's. I was like really going to ask her where he cut his hair, Tony & Guy and the sort? But it dawned on me that she was talking about me and my Flowbee. It was so mean. But I take it as a compliment for the 30's bit and the compliment for my hair.

Not a month before I overhead a few Asian girls and a guy at my back. Obviously, one Asian girl is the leader of the pack; the others won't say no to her. She starts saying how beautiful her cousins are. Basically, she is boasting how beautiful she is. Once when she was in BCH, a popular Korean restaurant for Asians young and old, a girl came up just to say how beautiful she is.

But why? Your friends all know that. Your new friends? They all sat there like dummies. You can say you are the queen of America and they won't say anything else. I know where it is going. Maybe she starting all that because I never looked at her given many chances. And I'm not going to. What's the point. I don't think she has a father complex. I don't think she's the type looking for love over money.

She went on to say her cousins are cheerleaders. Good for them. It doesn't work. I was sitting tight, not moving my head a bit. Then she tried something else, her friends and relatives all go to universities like so and so, all the famous and not so famous CA universities. Well, I was thinking WTF. Is she 16/17 looking for a few mature brave men?

A woman tried to get me into karaoke. She was excited when I could do a line or two, "can't buy me love .... love..." Almost had to drive her home. Another one asked me if I remember when I was a baby being cuddled.

It was not two months ago when the girl next to me started talking; the place was crowded. I think she was in the speakeasy stage. She is a nice good girl with average looks but not sexy, wondering why she has no dates. She actually started to woo me in the dark in front of her friends. She even got hold of my Spotify playlist and was impressed by my music choices; I prepared the list to play at Julia's house.

Finally, there was no misunderstanding when she asked, "We are here for the 26th birthday of a friend, how old are you?" How can I answer that without consequence? I paused and tried something to duck it. Then a boy at the background shouted, "41". I was so pleased because a boy in his 20's think that I'm 41, and that's for an insult. But I was too soon and wrong to admit that. It was hard for the girl. That's why it is a difficult question. If I say 31 probably she would me her number and wonder why I didn't call.

Before that, I met an American girl who just finished college in Japan and moved back. All of a sudden she asked me if I have kids. I asnwered before I realized what she was up to. So much better than asking how old. If I have kids I have to have a wife or girlfriend. If I have ex, more time had passed.

All time high

What a gem I rediscovered. The full lyrics and my comments after.

1 All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two.
2 Had no intention to do the things we´ve done.
3 Funny how it always goes with love, when you don´t look, you find.
4 But then we´re two of a kind, we move as one.

5 We´re an all time high,
6 We´ll change all that´s gone before.
7 Doing so much more than falling in love.
8 On an all time high,
9 We´ll take on the world and wait.
10 So hold on tight, let the flight begin.

11 I don´t want to waste a waking moment; I don´t want to sleep.
12 1I´m in so strong and so deep, and so are you.
13 In my time I´ve said these words before, but now I realize
14 My heart was telling me lies, for you they´re true.

15 1We´re an all time high,
16 We´ll change all that´s gone before.
17 Doing so much more than falling in love.
18 On an all time high,
19 We´ll take on the world and wait.
20 So hold on tight, let the flight begin.

So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
We´re an all time high.

I know line (1) is talking about the movie but it's the best describing my motivation, and perhaps so do you.

(2) Yeah right, there are so many mind-blowing sex that you can do. But Caroline made my pants so tight when she kissed me that I had to unbutton and unzip before I could continue. I forget about my wallet, my glasses and maybe everything else whenever I said goodbye to Chanel. And being the marriage consultant, listening to boyfriend troubles like a soulmate. A few of many.

(3) The most unlikely at first meet became my girlfriends, if only for an hour at a time.

(4) The kind despised by society. Live by the moment. It's funny that when connected by a hard rod, we can always move as one. I often lift a cowgirl up and change position without pulling out, weight permitting. I had a video of myself doing the flat ironing on a relatively soft bed. It was like a pair of mating dolphins moving as one.

(5) Are we all looking for the next all time high?

(6) I think girls often go what they haven't gone before for the right customers, like regulars. For Chanel, it took a long while before DFK became standard and obviously toe sucking.

(7) so much more than making loving, falling in love in the broad sense. Like shopping, dining. Delving into each other's life.

(9) I think it should be take on the world and win. We had so many of our own battles to fight. We cannot fight together but we can have a sweet interlude, a kind of taking on the world together. Even for the most talented, I feel sad for them at times. And I hope my girls all win their battles in the end. It's hard for me in their shoes.

(10) It reminds me of holding on their waist tight while they ride on me. Or holding on to their perfect breasts while letting the ride. Again holding on tight on their breasts while spooning. Or tight on their wrists while flat ironing.

(11) I recall the rare moment in an all-nighter. Of course, I don't want to sleep but too tired sex after sex. When I woke up in the middle of the night opening my eyes, the cute girl was staring at me. So it was sex all over again.

(12) Yeah, there are often clingeworthy lyrics to go with the movies but this is not one of them.

(13) (14) There can be no certainty what's true. What is true for you is true.

Finally ...

I told Chanel (II) that Julie had quitted everything and that's why I was after her. There are not many girls with their calibre nowadays. She was flattered. Of course, she took me home just as she promised when I first booked her again after several years.

I told her all about Chanel I. When I met Chanel II, Chanel I got married not too long ago. I was still mourning. They have many things in common that I can't stop thinking of Chanel I when I was with Chanel II. If I began to care for her when she disappeared, I could not stand the double suffering. That's why Julie was a safe replacement. Anyway, that was what I explained to Chanel II why I didn't see her again for a few years. She seemed happy.

I also told her I am now qualified as a relationship consultant/therapist. I know what ladies want, a guy who knows what they do, someone that they can talk to. But men can forgive and forget what their ladies did, but not what they do. It's tough to visualize sucking dicks for a living. I also told her that Chanel I actually asked me whether she should be getting married. And I actually laughed that she should go for it, if she didn't need to sign anything. I was so bad. But she didn't expect to sign anything - two traditional families and her sisters all married well.

Chanel II was too impressed. She started to tell me the rest of her two boyfriends that she hasn't managed to tell me. I didn't tell her directly but she soon realized that they won't work. I began to stay longer at her home after sex, without worrying that she would have to kick me out. Of course, dinner dates. Everybody needs to eat, right?

I don't know if my prophecy was spot on, or she tried to make it happen. I told Chanel II perhaps she would be running into Julie at the downtown popular Gym, and that their personal trainers will likely know each other if not the same. She indeed caught up with Julie and told her how bad I felt.

Julie was so sorry. The truth is that she couldn't host. She did quit escort and dancing but she still has about two generous Daddies who wouldn't approve of her sex works. She thought it would be best and simplest to say goodbye to me like that. After all, I met her again last summer and you can count the max number of times that I had sex with her. That was true but you don't know how she kisses! Now she knows that I have no hard feelings for her so she said that she wouldn't mind seeing me but it would be just hard to find the chance.

It dawned on me that she could skip the gym and sneak into Chanel's apartment to do some exercises and I can personally train her ;-) Just when I thought it was a very dumb idea, I proposed to do a threesome. I'm quite sure they would have done it as a tag team. If not, even better if they agree to. Every escort should learn. I don't think I will enjoy as much as one at a time but it solves all the problems.

It started off when I asked Julie to teach Chanel how to kiss with tongue. She showed her, she tried, I said fail. We repeated a few times and had a good laugh. Then I sucked and squeezed on all four tits to see who's the best. Obviously, they had seen each other naked before. But now they can't stop checking each other who's got the better trainer, LOL. You know, Julie is a flawless stripper and Chanel is a perfect tall model. I was in heaven!

I knew I had to preserve energy to deal with these two girls. I missed Julie so much that I immediately inserted into her wet pussy from behind, a spoon. I turned her a bit so I was fingering her and fucking her at the same time right in front of Chanel for her to see. When she was getting hot I just put her own hand on her pussy and asked her to masturbate in front of Chanel. I told Chanel to masturbate for me to watch too. They were a bit shy but they just obeyed with their eyes closed.

When Julie was almost there, I ordered Chanel to eat her to climax. She hesitated. I expected that they could have done some kinky things together but I then I don't know to see Chanel's response. But I would take no for an answer. It was so hot and that was the point of no return. I rarely say bad words more than fuck but that moment everything came out from my mouth, dirty and degrading. I wouldn't be able to recall but it would be in the line of "you little whores, what have you not done for money? you lick balls and suck dicks, right? Now lick her pussy. You want $5 tips? $20? $100?"

Reluctantly, Chanel went for it. It was so lame that I kept saying, "Harder, harder ... you little whore!" If I sensed that she was offended, I would have apologized on the spot. But she kept going just as I commanded. So the verbal abuse got worse that I can't and won't repeat.

Then the big squeeze came. OMG! I couldn't have done it better all by myself without Chanel's help. The only problem was to hold on. I took a deep breath and clenched my fist. I survived the big one and a few aftershocks.

Time was of the essence. Immediately I kissed Julie on her cheeks and pushed her off fast. I commanded Chanel to sit on my dick. It was the same spoon but now Chanel's legs were wide open for Julie to see. And Julie knew she had to return the favour. While she was eating Chanel, I held her long legs to spread them as wide as possible and to sync her body with my fucking movement.

I told Chanel to squeeze her own tits. They all do that for a show. But this time I wanted to see red. I kept verbally abusing her until she did what I wanted. When I wasn't abusing her, I told her to practice what she just learned, kissing me like Julie. It wasn't too hard since you can kiss while flat ironing.

When Chanel was almost there, I told Julie that I wanted to come in her mouth. We did simulate that before but not really in her mouth. I wouldn't mind trying it again as I fucked enough this time, two of them. Chanel had a rather long big climax. As soon as she finished, I throw her away like a doll so Julie could dock her mouth onto my cock fast. I came buckets after buckets. Despite all the shaking and jerking, she didn't let go and took it all in her mouth. When she caught it all, she retreated slowly into the bathroom. I opened my eyes when I saw Chanel kneeling beside me waiting for instruction. "Suck it." And she did.

When Julie came back, I laid down in the middle of the bed and opened my arms. They held me on each side with their legs wrapped around me as if competing who's closest to me. If they had done anything wrong to me in my life they are all forgiven.

Hot, isn't it? Indeed my Chromebook crashed when all the juices ran out. Because it was a dual boot Linux somehow the boot system was corrupted for the 1st time and the whole book has to be factory reset.

And you would have thought that's the perfect heavenly ending?

The weather was so gorgeous the last weekend that Chanel asked me to go to the beach. Why would you be surprised? I took Emma to the beach when she asked; she was new to the area. When she had the need to pee, I drove her to a fast food joint and handed her a quarter to enter the toilet booths. She was so impressed as if I was a member of the local yacht club.

This time I took Chanel to a stretch of quiet beach that I came to be familiar with. I know Chanel I married and lived in a house by the beach there. When I missed her too much, had too many time in my hands, feeling too lonely too upset, I might go there all by myself. All the time I looked at the beachfront properties, I thought maybe one day we will meet again.

This time it was totally different. I had one of my two favorite girls in the world in my arms, a tall model barely wearing anything. She was enjoying the jealousy from other women while I enjoyed seeing the guys drooling on her. It was such an easy long walk that we forget about the time.

Then we came across an elegant woman with her little kid. Maybe she was the only woman that was able to catch my eyes on the beach. Why would I look at other women? She was in a swimsuit but well covered from the sun and perhaps covering her body to hide the fact that she obviously had a kid. But she was beautiful and elegant from what I see. When we walked closer I was checking her face to compare with Chanel by my side.

But fact is stranger than fiction. Perhaps I never spent so much time on that beach. Since I fucked her kissed her so many times, I couldn't have mistaken. This elegant woman is Chanel I !!! I almost fainted.

It took me a few seconds to collect myself. I could barely walk away. Then I was into deep thought. Actually, my brain was blank. Chanel II squeeze my hands and asked what's wrong. I told her. She starred seriously at me for a few seconds, and then smiled as if she thought of something.

She let go of my hand and went after Chanel I. Later she told me that she asked if Chanel I recognize an old friend, now her boyfriend. Then Chanel II asked if Chanel I mind having a few words with me for old time's sake, while she babysat her kid.

Chanel walked toward me, getting more and more beautiful as she came closer. She is more beautiful than I remembered, than in my dreams. After all, she is still under 30.

"How are you?", she asked.

I was speechless at first. The original Chanel was talking to me after all these years. I could have written down the dialogue to treasure for the next million years. But this is the spoiler.

As expected, she got married, lived by the beach and had a kid years after refusing. Eventually, her husband cheated with younger girls. She wasn't into him in the first place so they divorced, and she kept the house.

I asked if she had anybody else in her life. She said no but in a familiar phrase, "Was I being fucked enough?".  She answered with that phrase once I asked if she likes sex toys. But in general, she doesn't like sex that much. I believe her. I remember that she would rather have a husband who she could talk to, rather than keeping her history a lifetime secret.

As much as I hate being rejected in the greatest degree, I had to brave this or I will regret for the rest of my life. "Can we meet again to talk about old times?" She nodded slightly and very casually. Wow! My heart was beating hard but only now that I could feel it.

Then she looked slightly sideways at Chanel II. "Oh, she wouldn't mind.", I said. It's a big if but since she was so nice as to hook us up, I just hope. I would be going to ask her anyway, and Julie too. Also, it didn't need me to tell her than Chanel II has her same background. That's how I got to know her. "Boyfriend" was just a word of convenience.

"How about going to my house for a drink now?", she said so unexpectedly. "I'll ask her." It was understood that for politeness we both were invited. And I wouldn't leave Chanel II on her own. She is in my pocket but not Chanel I.

I went to Chanel II and told her about the invitation. She gave me a wicked smile and assured me repeatedly that I should go alone; there would be no fun for her talking with my old friend. We escorted Chanel II with barely anything on to my car. Then I followed Chanel I to her home with her sleepy little kid. In a way, I shouldn't be too surprised. She is beating a tall young model.

Anybody want to know what happened?

We met when it was late afternoon when the sun was less brutal. We talked until after dusk on everything, from her sex life with her ex back to how she really felt when I first sucked her toes. Good times.

That was when I got horny and she sensed it in my eyes too. I didn't hide it. I did it so many times, before, after, and during sex with her.

"I missed you.", I whispered just as I did to Julie when I stopped seeing her for a month and to Chanel II after I didn't see her for a couple of years. I really meant it every time. I would be really really surprised if she said I missed you too. She just smiled understandingly.

"Do you fancy a foot massage?", it should be tempting after a long walk on the beach.

"OK", she said playfully in case I was joking. She laid on the arm of the couch and put her feet on my lap. And so I started. I can do it well. She even complimented on my massage skills, on her feet, and on her back. The problem is, I never can do it more than 10 seconds when I got so horny. And since I paid so I could do what I paid for whenever I wanted in the hour. Now I didn't know.

10 secs had passed. And then another 10, and another. I couldn't hold any longer. I kissed on the back of her feet, barely touching her flesh. She didn't do anything. I waited 3 seconds before I looked at her reaction. Nothing, just a relaxing smile. So I playfully licked on the tip of her toe.

"Message only!", she said seriously but then couldn't stop laughing at my silly sex craved look. I seized the moment and sucked her whole big toe in my mouth. She laughed like the first time I did it. She must have not getting it since. Very quickly, I gave an adorning kiss on all of her toes, missing a few inevitably, then leaped forward to her side. I held her waist gently, got closer in slow motion to demand a kiss, but giving her plenty of time to duck.

She held my neck when I was at arm's length. It was a go. So I gave her the most gentle and most passionate kiss that I ever managed. It lasted maybe a minute or maybe 10; I wouldn't know. Then I let go of her lips and said "I love you" with my eyes.

"600 hundred", she said with a wicked smile. Actually, I wasn't at all surprised. I would have done that if I didn't bark on the idea of treating a suburban housewife with a big house as a prostitute. Even if it was a joke but it isn't for a fact.

"seven, my lucky number"

"Deal", she laughed at my bargaining skill.

"ATM now?" That didn't happen before with her but that's the protocol. She leaned forward and gave me an affectionate kiss on the lips.

So I took her hand, pulled her up from the couch. She led me into the bedroom, bold and shy at the same time like a high school kid. Beside the bed, she turned slowly with her head down. I grabbed her really tight, gave her a rough and tough kiss while squeezing her bottom really hard to release my sexual tension in me.

While still kissing her gently, I relaxed and began to undress her with my hands. But she held both of my hands with hers, and pulled away from my lips. With her head down, she said, "I'm older now and I had a kid." I understood what she said. She was insecure of her body, especially after seeing Chanel I. "Wait till she saw Julie naked", I thought.

I held her back gently, gave her a little wet kiss on her lips, and whisper in her ears, "It doesn't matter!". I just needed to get laid, I thought. "Do you want to turn the light off?" Obviously not.

She took a step back and began to take off her clothes nervously as if she was going to disappoint me and turn me off. I was a bit nervously too because I really really wanted her but you never know how bad it could be, if I could still maintain my erection.

After she peeled off the layer on top of her bikini, I could help but exclaimed, "Holy Moly!". She was smoking hot. Hotter than I met her at 19. You know suburban housewife running around the lakes with sports bras and short shorts can be very hot too, just different from girls, like with slightly fuller thighs. Chanel was hot like a stripper. She had a victory smile on her face while I was totally shocked.

"Have you been dancing in the clubs?", I asked with a careful choice of words as my best form of compliment. "Personal trainer", she smiled with satisfaction.

Why? Why on earth everybody got a personal trainer? Should I get one too? She was never big on sex. I believed her that she had nobody in her life. But a personal trainer? Did she watch too much Oprah?

I ripped off her bikini and throw it far far away to the corner of the bedroom so she couldn't get it to cover herself ever. I pushed her hard and send her tumbling onto the bed. I dived onto the bed without hurting her. Then I kissed her everywhere chaotically without rhythm and plan. But whatever I kissed, sucked or licked, in the middle of it, I would go back to stare into her eyes and kiss her. I wanted her so much.

After I had enough like 1st night out of prison, I asked her to do the usuals that the other girls do for me. I didn't tell her but I was comparing how they fare. Then I asked her to do the reverse missionary one more time. She didn't fake noises this time, but made yummy noises all the way, while looking me sweet like a candy. From time to time, when I was staring at her too intensely, she would dive down and kiss me, just like Julie!

The finale had to be my favorite, spooning her hard. I couldn't forget the facial expression I caught her on the mirror once. She was like a kid, unhappy after being denied candy. I wanted to repeat that, fucking her fast and furious while squeezing her breasts hard with both hands. But this time it wasn't about getting my money's worth. I wanted her to feel good, to remember my cock. While I was at it, I rubbed her pussy gently, caressed her breasts and kissed her with her head twisted.

But an idea came to me. I wanted her to come with me. I put her hand on her pussy and whispered in her ear, "Do it for me". She twisted her head and gave me her usual disapproval look, rolling her eyes. But she couldn't fake it for long with my cock deep inside her. My hand were on top of her hand encouraging her to rub her own pussy. Soon she got into the rhythm.

"Ah-owl ... ah-owl ... ah-owl", she was like a talking kitten instead of making sounds as she rubbed herself faster and faster. Finally, she got there with a burst of contractions on my cock. I let myself go and came with her. I held her tight without pulling out - my best form of cuddling. I wasn't going to let her go ever again.

We took a bath, we ate, we talked. Hours and hours went by so fast. I stayed the night with her face on my chest feeling my heartbeat. What a day that was.

What a day it is. So many things happening. So many things to write about. And I manage to do it in a day with minutes to spare!