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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Year end updates & Managing your porn collections
I haven't been catching up with things around me, as I have been self absorbing lately, doing things I like, and writing about it.
I did early spring cleaning on my computer, backing things up and securing them. With TrueCrypt, you can encrypt and burn the whole DVD (or the whole operating system for that matter). Decryption is on the fly so you can watch videos, or copy individual files, directly off the DVD. I went on to use the porn paradigm to manage the whole computer.
You need two passwords, a clean one that can be shared with your wife if the situation arises, and an dirty one that is for your eyes only. Normally all secret data need to be backed up, except for those protected by the dirty password. There are two type of porns, expendable and irreplaceable. Expendable porns are commercial porns that are impractical and not worthy to backup, except for your current fav actress/actor. Irreplaceable porns are your own dirty videos for example. Those with your current wife or girlfriend should be protected by the clean password. Those with your ex, or that somehow you attended a gangbang a decade ago should go in the dirty, for your eyes only catagory. In short, two passwords, three types of data. For any other passwords you need, you store them in a list, protected by one of the two master passwords. I actually encrypt the whole Firefox profile so my everything is secret, not only the tens of online passwords, but also history, bookmarks, etc. In case if you are interested, there's the Geek Corner link around the top left.
It's kids time. They are perfect and I wouldn't want them to grow up at all. But if I have more say about it, either they should have been ready to be kicken out to college or get a job soon, or I may keep only one, small enough to be put in a basket to carry around and stuff it in any space available.
My counter passed the 100,000 marked. It's insignificant but since the next notable target will have to be 1 million, I rather give it a mention now. At this rate it's a long wait though I'm not looking forward to it. I remembered I reset the counter before, and I had other blogs and things before this. Also, I had a video released by mistake with no meaningful content, it got a lot more hits in a week than the whole of this blog to date.
To me it has been another walk in the cloud, which lasted for about a decade. I have no complain and little regrets, other than losing Rebecca's phone number and being dumped by the Professional Liar. So let's see what tomorrow has on for me.
I did early spring cleaning on my computer, backing things up and securing them. With TrueCrypt, you can encrypt and burn the whole DVD (or the whole operating system for that matter). Decryption is on the fly so you can watch videos, or copy individual files, directly off the DVD. I went on to use the porn paradigm to manage the whole computer.
You need two passwords, a clean one that can be shared with your wife if the situation arises, and an dirty one that is for your eyes only. Normally all secret data need to be backed up, except for those protected by the dirty password. There are two type of porns, expendable and irreplaceable. Expendable porns are commercial porns that are impractical and not worthy to backup, except for your current fav actress/actor. Irreplaceable porns are your own dirty videos for example. Those with your current wife or girlfriend should be protected by the clean password. Those with your ex, or that somehow you attended a gangbang a decade ago should go in the dirty, for your eyes only catagory. In short, two passwords, three types of data. For any other passwords you need, you store them in a list, protected by one of the two master passwords. I actually encrypt the whole Firefox profile so my everything is secret, not only the tens of online passwords, but also history, bookmarks, etc. In case if you are interested, there's the Geek Corner link around the top left.
It's kids time. They are perfect and I wouldn't want them to grow up at all. But if I have more say about it, either they should have been ready to be kicken out to college or get a job soon, or I may keep only one, small enough to be put in a basket to carry around and stuff it in any space available.
My counter passed the 100,000 marked. It's insignificant but since the next notable target will have to be 1 million, I rather give it a mention now. At this rate it's a long wait though I'm not looking forward to it. I remembered I reset the counter before, and I had other blogs and things before this. Also, I had a video released by mistake with no meaningful content, it got a lot more hits in a week than the whole of this blog to date.
To me it has been another walk in the cloud, which lasted for about a decade. I have no complain and little regrets, other than losing Rebecca's phone number and being dumped by the Professional Liar. So let's see what tomorrow has on for me.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Toe curling moments
Female toe curling happens a lot more than I think, for good or bad. The problem is how to catch it.
After the soaking wet massage on her (last post), it was my turn for pleasure. Then I wanted to kiss her somewhere, but after her orgasm, the place she would enjoy was her pussy. I spread her legs and went for it, though I wasn't big on pussies, especially when soaking wet. I gave her buttocks some friendly but passionate bites. Then I spread them apart to check her ass. It was darker pinkish, perfectly symmetric, perfectly radial. It was perfectly tight too, so I was sure I was on the safe side of the door. I wasn't after any taste or smell. It is some uncontrollable urge that I couldn't explain easily, beautiful yet nasty.
In the beginning, my ideal massage on a female is an excuse for a live porn magazine. Instead of just watching where I want to watch, I touch it too, and instead of turning the pages, I turn her around. Instead of appreciating her post, I make her post. Of course it was awkward for her and didn't go far, even paying for it. Of course after lying down on so many massage tables, I know how to give a bit of decent massage with one hand and no eyes. But the massage seldom last over a minute or two, before I want to fuck the looker under me, instead of just rubbing. But now with a challenge in mind, it's easy to complete the mission.
Of course I went for her ass. Maybe it's like having uncontrollable flashbacks while my tongue was working hard, couldn't open my eyes. When I was conscious I bite her bottom carefully, but with big mouthfuls. Then I was completely done with oral. I turned her over to check the damage on her breast. Of course there was none, they were unbreakable. But still I comforted them for a while as if I was licking their wounds. I put a pillow on my back and positioned myself for the blow job.
Instead she turned me over, asked me to try her massage skills, which wasn't outstanding as she was a professional, but not in massage. What she really wanted was to show how open minded she was. She spread my leg brutally. As if I wasn't prepared, she did it again. Then down came her tongue. It is these moments that: "Don't do anything you don't want to" applies. Why would she want to kiss my ass? There are many other ways to please me, but I have no problem with pretty girls kissing my ass. She got a B on that, willing to please but rather mechanical in a good way. Of course I had better, as if she was trying to apply anal voodoo on me, trying to get a rich boy friend or sugar daddy.
I turned over again, rested on some pillows, again ready for my blow job. It was supposed to be long as I was fully erect and didn't want to spend too much time else where. But she took her time (that I paid for). It was slurpy. She played with my balls and kissed them a little, so I knew I could have more if I wanted to. Visually I would put her at 25. She acted more mature than that, not just the sex acts. But she could be a lot younger because of the way she talked. It wasn't stupid but she is a straight shooter, speaking her mind, or just listening.
Finally it was time to relive the tension built up in me. I got down to the edge of the bed, grabbed her legs all of a sudden, pulled and turned her over. She thought it was a standing doggy but I skipped that. I put my hand on her bottom so she couldn't get up. I entered her right there.
It could easily be my favorite position. The lack of willing and trusting partners make it more desirable. I love standing, for the stronger thrust, and particularly nice to stand between her legs, which had to curl backwards up in the air to relieve the pressure. Now her body was all in short reach of my finger tips, from head to toe.
I twisted her head to see her lovely face, parted her hair away on the side to see more. Dangling aimlessly in the air, I squeezed her ankles hard to signal her to get ready for the ride. With a little kiss on her lovely big toe I started thrusting into her as deep as I could, while my two hands were on her pelvis, pulling her away from the bed, and hard into me.
I was pounding her slowly but forcefully like a foundation building machine, one stroke at a time, each went deeper than the last. Usually you can catch toe curling at these moments. But I wasn't watching her toes. I wanted to kiss her but I didn't want to give up the position I was in. I learned from some girls who demanded kisses in similar positions, before they were willing to go further. It was symbolic gestures on their part but I was serious. I twisted her head and body some more, bent down and kissed away. Kissing is difficult in this position, but there are more reasons for tongue kisses, and she was very receptive about it.
She was pretty warmed up, so my finally charges were the cavalry type, total annihilation of the defenseless enemy, short of a massacre. I cummed, watching her toe curled intensely up in the air, which was a reaction to the sudden warmth in her pussy, or equally likely to be the feeling of being fouled up deep inside her. It didn't make any difference to me, as I had to walk away from it all, having no choice because I was standing up.
I cleaned up the mess on me minimally, and collapsed onto the bed, stretching myself as long as I could, feeling great about myself, and closed my eyes. Obviously it was some sort of recuperation but she didn't seem to notice, or she didn't let me. She was instead bubbly and talkative, which was why I called her a straight shooter and could be a lot younger than she looked. She kept on the conversation even with my eyes closed and couldn't manage to have paid much attention to her. I could hear her saying that my legs are so long. I know. At college I met a girl who told me my legs were to die for. She was cute but only 5'3 or less. I was somewhat surprised to hear that again after so many years, though I must admit legs can't change that much over the years.
She insisted on me answering the questions: "am I really feeling so tired after sex?", or something like:" do man usually feel miserably tired?". I thought I said yes to whatever. I thought these things are well understood by everybody, that's why I thought she was a bit new, or pretend to be new, but she did look and feel a bit new, apart from her open-mindedness. Or maybe she wanted me to wake up and go for the second round. If I were to do it I might give her a facial in the first 15 minutes. Now it was too far down the line to wake up the dead cow in short notice. If she didn't know about that she must be a bit new.
So I was thinking she was just trying to be nice, wanting me to come back, and working on her tips. When my mind and body could drive again, I washed myself quickly, dressed back up and gave her the money she deserved. I then asked her private number routinely, but in her case I really wanted to see her again in a more sustainable relationship. She smiled, as if saying "don't be silly", then told me she was going back to the other coast the day after. It's common, and very natural, animals don't eat and shit on the same place if they can. So by then I was sure that she was only working on her tips. And that she had the undercover look, rather than a porn or movie star.
But that didn't mean that she wouldn't miss me. Her toes did curled, didn't she?
If you cannot watch it, video it. Ask your wife, girl friend, or somebody willing to do it with a non-intimidating toy like cam, poor lighting and in well covered positions.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
The soaking wet massage
After the breast torture (last post), I decided to go for the soaking wet massage as she was a good spot.
"Don't do that at home" you always hear. In my case I forget to say on the last post that don't try it in the field if you haven't practiced at home first. At passionate moments mrs player did put my hand on her breast and wanted to rip them apart. "Don't do what you don't want to do", which is cliche, but I seriously mean it. There are always other fun things to do.
So I got up from sitting on her butt, got to the side of the bed, and started the massage on her lower body. It was pretty easy and effective to do. Anywhere on the spine, press, down to the tip between the buttocks. Squeeze on the legs until you feel the bones, up to the leg joints in the buttocks.
I gave her feet some attention but she wasn't at ease, and no encouragement was obtained. So I concentrated on other parts, plenty of work to do.
I started the happy ending at her inner tight, squeezing harder and harder, higher and higher. Even mrs player couldn't resist it when she had no mood for intimacy. When I couldn't get higher without touching her sex organs, I used the accidental naughty last fingers. I teased her pussy with my last fingers as if by accident, while keeping up the pressure on her inner thighs. Like mrs player, she didn't resist and I wasn't going to pretend anymore. Finally I just her a pussy rub, the female version of happy ending, until she was soaking wet, had orgasm.
Not long before, on top of the hour, I arrived at which must be one of the Agency's (California Invisible) safe house. As with any safe house, it's one block off the freeway (or main road). Turn right (or left if you drive on the wrong side) off the freeway (motorway), drive one block, 1st house on the right.
I paid for a comprehensive package so I assumed she would do a lot of things, but no specifics beforehand.
I saw her agency picture before hand. Well portioned, looked normal, liking having a real job for undercover, as opposed to looking like a porn star all the time.
Having a driveway leading to the front door, she opened the door semi-naked without worrying about being seen by neighbors. She was just what I expected, except that she was shorter than I expected, 5'3 to at most 5'5. 6' is tall, and 5'1 is very short. It's hard to tell unless you are standing face to face. Height is immaterial unless you are looking for a partner to have big babies.
After a little formalities she led me up the stairs, showing off her tight bottom, with me sniffing it two steps behind her.
I asked for the bathroom and held her hands to it. It's give and take in this world. In return, even some high priced escorts tried to jerk me off half way while washing my equipment. She just washed it. Though I got the hint that she wouldn't want me to move at all, the usual reason being not to get her hair wet, so she don't need to dry it, or she won't look bad.
It's a good sign that she washed my ass thoroughly, just in case. I reciprocated, just in case.
Before that she asked why I was smiling so happily. You can say it's drooling. I told her honestly because I was very happy with her everything. I wasn't thinking too much at the time. I must had realized that her breast is the all natural unbreakable type, somewhat fuller than Zoe's a few posts back.
"Don't do that at home" you always hear. In my case I forget to say on the last post that don't try it in the field if you haven't practiced at home first. At passionate moments mrs player did put my hand on her breast and wanted to rip them apart. "Don't do what you don't want to do", which is cliche, but I seriously mean it. There are always other fun things to do.
So I got up from sitting on her butt, got to the side of the bed, and started the massage on her lower body. It was pretty easy and effective to do. Anywhere on the spine, press, down to the tip between the buttocks. Squeeze on the legs until you feel the bones, up to the leg joints in the buttocks.
I gave her feet some attention but she wasn't at ease, and no encouragement was obtained. So I concentrated on other parts, plenty of work to do.
I started the happy ending at her inner tight, squeezing harder and harder, higher and higher. Even mrs player couldn't resist it when she had no mood for intimacy. When I couldn't get higher without touching her sex organs, I used the accidental naughty last fingers. I teased her pussy with my last fingers as if by accident, while keeping up the pressure on her inner thighs. Like mrs player, she didn't resist and I wasn't going to pretend anymore. Finally I just her a pussy rub, the female version of happy ending, until she was soaking wet, had orgasm.
Not long before, on top of the hour, I arrived at which must be one of the Agency's (California Invisible) safe house. As with any safe house, it's one block off the freeway (or main road). Turn right (or left if you drive on the wrong side) off the freeway (motorway), drive one block, 1st house on the right.
I paid for a comprehensive package so I assumed she would do a lot of things, but no specifics beforehand.
I saw her agency picture before hand. Well portioned, looked normal, liking having a real job for undercover, as opposed to looking like a porn star all the time.
Having a driveway leading to the front door, she opened the door semi-naked without worrying about being seen by neighbors. She was just what I expected, except that she was shorter than I expected, 5'3 to at most 5'5. 6' is tall, and 5'1 is very short. It's hard to tell unless you are standing face to face. Height is immaterial unless you are looking for a partner to have big babies.
After a little formalities she led me up the stairs, showing off her tight bottom, with me sniffing it two steps behind her.
I asked for the bathroom and held her hands to it. It's give and take in this world. In return, even some high priced escorts tried to jerk me off half way while washing my equipment. She just washed it. Though I got the hint that she wouldn't want me to move at all, the usual reason being not to get her hair wet, so she don't need to dry it, or she won't look bad.
It's a good sign that she washed my ass thoroughly, just in case. I reciprocated, just in case.
Before that she asked why I was smiling so happily. You can say it's drooling. I told her honestly because I was very happy with her everything. I wasn't thinking too much at the time. I must had realized that her breast is the all natural unbreakable type, somewhat fuller than Zoe's a few posts back.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Secret agent's secret
I offered her a nude massage and she fell for it. After a few strong squeezes on her neck and shoulders, she was totally relaxed, laid flat with bottom side up, and convinced - that I was going to give her a nice massage. Both naked, I moved swiftly to sit on her butt, twisted her arm to her back, in a classic arresting position.While she couldn't have struggled, I twisted and pulled her arm, lifted her shoulder, and twisted her body sideways and backwards. She couldn't tell if I was doing a legit massage. I couldn't tell either, though I have a lot of flashbacks on similar things performed on me.
I slipped my free hand under her breast, spread my fingers evenly to cover all of it, released her shoulders, allowing her to fall back flat on the bed. As if her life depends on it, I performed CPR on her back with my free hand, using my full body weight.
Since I'm holding her breast in one hand, not willing to let go, I also gave her the elbow grind, allowing me to rest in a more comfortable position not too far from her breast. If you haven't tried it before, it's like using vehicles with huge heavy rollers to compact and flatten the foundation during road building. Now substitute the roller with my elbow, and the road with her back.
Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I have had so many secret missions under my belt that many moves practiced on me are captured in flashbacks, of which I have no problem recalling given any naked visual simulations. She must had feel good because her arm was still twisted on the arresting position, even without me holding it.
Obviously squeezing her breast intensely wasn't massage, so I tried to cover up the sensation by pressing her even harder on her back and shoulders, so much so that the mattress bounces together with the bed and us on it, and I got a good stimulation on my balls at her butt. She might get my whole hand print on her breast, but she wouldn't be thinking about it at the time. To ensure that any hand print would be temporary, and that she wouldn't wake up from the trance, I tried not to pinch, rub, snatch or scratch her breast, or use too much of my finger tips in squeezing, spreading the pressure evenly, but intensely.
I stopped the back CPR before breaking her. I straightened her twisted arm to her side. Now, instead of one, I was holding both of her breast gently, kissing her back, a little suction, a little wet with tip of the tongue, some outright licking and slurping, a little biting, and then harder, but not enough to leave teeth marks. She was surely feeling my intense erection on her butt and between her legs.
As if following the lyrics of a song, I repeated the same on her other breast. I was sure that she was shaken by the CPR, indeed the whole bed was an earthquake zone, but she wasn't stirred or disturbed - she was in a calm trance.
Then on her I released my secret weapon, which wasn't some weapon, but my bare hands, some sort of maneuver ...
On another note, I was looking at some porn cover arts to spice up things while posting, but it proved hard to find something classy, with enough nudity, beauty and glamor. I also like models standing up straight, revealing everything from hair to toes, ready for a lineup, or cattle auction :). So here's just another pretty picture of a popular girl.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Three porn stars
The girl in the middle reminds me of someone. Escorting is not at all about looks and body shape, but for this girl those are what she has, and not much else. The performance of this porn star is laughable in comparison. I can also feel, not seen, that the male studs hesitate when making a move on her, as if she will suddenly stare at him angrily, and get him fired. In any other movies they will try to kill the girl with sex, to make every cent of her paycheck worthwhile.
First of all, my friend is not as hot as that, but her face is somewhat more exotic in the way of Angelina Jolie, and her hair is superior. She has mixed blood, in a way that she can be anything she likes. If the porn star dyes her hair blond and stands between two blonds, you wouldn't associate her with Asian ancestry.
Just before I met her, my mentor that I later hated, told me that she had a nose job and something else. She has boobs just like the porn star, perhaps from the same mold, but smaller, very natural, as if they were there for all 19 years, starting from zero. Still I thought they are fake as they look too good. After knowing her for a while, I doubt if any of her is enhanced. If she did any enhancement that nice and natural, trust me, I know what I have seen, it had to be expensive and she had to do all those at about 18. I don't think she had that sort of money, had no sugar daddy that I know of, and I doubt if she felt the need to do it. Any job will be icing on the cake, so I doubt if she had that sort of determination to go through all that so young.
So I doubted why my ex-mentor told me lies. He did discourage me to see her, spoiling the market because she was asking more than the rest, and more than she once charged. Maybe there were more, as she dislikes him very much too, with no specific reasons. Incidentally, my mentor once told me that she who doesn't allow you to touch her feet are drug addicts, with needle marks on the toes. He wasn't referring to her but that was what I remembered. I thought so for a while because she is always slim, which would be hard to keep for many other girls. Many a porn star balloons after a movie or two.
She is very pale too, never needing anal bleach, hahaha! After my repeated attempts, she did allow me to go down there, but not before well preparations - pedicure and wax bath. I can testify that she didn't have any needle marks. I can also testify that she never treated her skin with laser or any bleach. Indeed her skin is so nice that she never took real care of it. Once she asked me if fake tan looks good on her, making her less like a nocturnal hooker I suppose, and more like a California girl. I objected strongly because many hookers pay top laser dollars to look like her. Luckily she wouldn't bother to go to the nearby beaches, and that the fake tan induced a little allergic reaction on her skin.
She has to be popular. If you met her somehow or saw her pictures, shoulder to shoulder with somebody else, you will ask for her. Agencies will have no problem introducing her, or call you up to sell her, saying that she is new, so they are not liable for her behavior.
Actually Zoe, in the movie two blogs back, reminded me of my friend, who has many rules, or you can say only one, being on top and does what she wants to do. If I tried a little intimacy, I was afraid that she would, instead of turning me down diplomatically, jerks away and stares at me, telling me off with her eyes, "what the fuck are you trying to do?". She did tried to be nice to me, and wanted to see me again, but in her own way.
That comes to the question of how many times you see a particular girl. A study in the last post say 50, 100 times. Certainly it's not surprising, but I doubt it's common. If it's once a month, it's a lot of years. It's it's once a week, it's the sort of utility type of service, or the guy is very rich.
A guy has different needs at different times. Even if he found his ideal hooker he isn't going to get everything all at once, which would be a waste, of other under used talents.
You don't need Alaska wild salmon every day. Indeed the annual wait makes it more rewarding. For a guy who can spend what he wants, I doubt if he wants to keep seeing a hooker for hundreds of times. Sugar babies with some exclusivity is more likely, more like girlfriends than hookers.
As much as I liked my friend, who also satisfied me more and more, I don't see her all the time. It's the money. I'm willing to pay her price, but for that price it have to be intense. It's have to be sort of special occasion rather than a weekly non event. So it's not just money, but time and energy. I would rather not call her when I'm just feeling boring after lunch, or horny after work. But I did see her more than I wanted, because she called me up with good offers.
Sometimes when I found someone more satisfying in bed, which is absolutely not bad looking at all, like the porn stars on the sides, relatively speaking, I decided against seeing them regularly. I can imagine the virtual lineup, shoulder to shoulder. For the same price bracket, I would like someone better looking, like my friend. It cost the same! I think as much as many men want to see the same hooker again and again, there are similar reasons that keep them searching, hoping the next one will be more perfect, or cost less.
I ended up seeing her most, because she has a habit of killing off the competition. If she misses me too much she would call me up and give me offers. You have to sell hotel rooms or groceries, or they are worthless. In her case I think, after working for a while, she doesn't bother to sells herself much, just enough to get by and look good for her friends and family. Her boobs only swell a little from the first time I saw her. They have to be real, or they have to be low mileage, or both.
Even in the last days that I saw her, I couldn't keep my hands off her breast, both hands, in my favorite position with her, grabbing her greedily from behind, doing the spoon thing. I was doubly hard when I could see what I was doing to her in the mirror. I could see that she wasn't happy at all. Indeed I can see the reverse smile in her Angelina lips. But I am sure she was proud of herself, as I was so awesome, pounding her as if there were no tomorrow, or else she would have kicked me out of the bed.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Scientific American Article: why do men buy sex?
Las Vegas Escorts Blog
While catching up on random blocks on my list I came across the article from LV Courtesan.
The article has no surprises, not even that 90% of Thai men had sex with prostitute. Why can't everybody accept that the issue is complex, diverse, and all of the above? We can't be all sex addicts, can we?
The surprise is:
I don't know how they carried out the study. Surely I prefer to, but I don't most of the time. The reason is simple, have to be comfortable to my eyes and to my pocket. Perhaps I should not live in US.
While catching up on random blocks on my list I came across the article from LV Courtesan.
The article has no surprises, not even that 90% of Thai men had sex with prostitute. Why can't everybody accept that the issue is complex, diverse, and all of the above? We can't be all sex addicts, can we?
The surprise is:
As if to continue their “relationship,” many if not most johns prefer to go back to the same prostitute over and over again. According to Kleiber’s study, more than two thirds of devotees used the services of a particular prostitute more than 50 times. One in four had sex with the same prostitute more than 100 times.
I don't know how they carried out the study. Surely I prefer to, but I don't most of the time. The reason is simple, have to be comfortable to my eyes and to my pocket. Perhaps I should not live in US.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Hookers and Monsters
A great beautiful weird half nude sex sequence on the big screen.
Hulu is blocked outside USA. Thanks crista. To bypass, go to anchorfree.com, download Hotspot Shield. Install application and launch. After launch, there is a status page to see if the VPN is connected. Once connected, the IP is changed to a US one. Banner ad supported at top, but worth it as it have enough bandwidth to watch a full screen movie.
An ad free version is ultrasurf. Extract and run directly for IE. For FF it's easier to install the optional add-on to set and switch proxy. Awesome. But it is tied to Falun Gong, for use in bypassing censorship in China.
Both are used massively, and in case of ultrasurf, many years. They are not open source, and you should not trust them 100% not to disclose your internet traffic. But for watching movies, they are perfect.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Necking
I was asking for the girl who preferred me not to wear my dark "scary" glasses. Because of another girl with a similar name, I thought she quit from the agency. That's a good thing because I broke no rules in tracking down her private number. A hotel staff (of sort) told me she had her number, but she wasn't answering her phone. I wasn't surprised, either she was sleeping, clubbing, or working.
After a few hours I told the hotel staff that I wasn't waiting for her anymore. Of course she told me she had just what I needed. The hotel staff wasn't an agent, and the girl wasn't a real professional. But they all like to try if the price is right, don't they?
I was a bit shocked when the girl arrived. T-shirt, jeans, sneakers and no makeup. That's not what I needed, and not what I expected. I think the hotel staff thought that I was safe enough to introduce to this girl. She was cute though.
The first thing I did was to put her on my lap, and she felt rather relaxed about it, though she said she didn't kiss. It's always fun to perform a strip tease - on her. But when I slipped my hands under her T-shirt, she asked to go to the bathroom to take a shower. There went the strip tease, but I didn't really mind a shower instead. Maybe she really needed it, as she might not had well prepared for the occasion - being non-pro and all that.
She didn't invite me so I waited, then took my turn as I was in no rush. When I got out of the bathroom I went undercover. I went under the blanket that was covering her naked body and cuddled her. She was like a magnet. When I was close enough to her she wrapped her arms around my neck (literally necking). We stuck together while I was holding her tight.
It was very unusual but I didn't realize at the time. It's kid stuff - what kids will do when you lift them up. It's also very GFE, and even Mrs Player has known to do that on a few occasions. I can't think of any professionals who did that. It is a totally vulnerable position.
You got to hold something with your hands though, otherwise it feels like a dead fish. Some hold my waist, more ready to push than anything else. Most hold my back, with the immediate option to push rather than hold. Wrapping one's arm around the neck is indefensible.
She wasn't afraid that I would rape her without a condom. When I needed to do something lower down, she would release my neck, but would hold on to it like a magnet when I got up again.
She wasn't afraid, but I could feel a bit of nerve from her, because of the pressure on my neck at times. So I decided to go in, sooner than usual, to break the ice. She let go of my neck, I got a fancy condom from her tiny purse, put it on, part her legs slightly, and let her hold my neck again.
I was surprised as her passage was completely blocked. I checked her with my fingers, only to find that she was completely dry. I didn't know that because of her bushy bush - I left that alone. I decided, while she was holding my neck, then tighter than ever, to stimulate her slowly with my probe, guided by my hand.
I estimated that she hadn't had sex for days, weeks or even months. But soon she was moist and then wet. Once I was totally inside, I could feel her relaxed arms around my neck, and see her relived smile on her face.
I had to bang her slowly and gently, otherwise I was afraid that my neck would bruise. Though the final charge more than compensated for it.
After a few hours I told the hotel staff that I wasn't waiting for her anymore. Of course she told me she had just what I needed. The hotel staff wasn't an agent, and the girl wasn't a real professional. But they all like to try if the price is right, don't they?
I was a bit shocked when the girl arrived. T-shirt, jeans, sneakers and no makeup. That's not what I needed, and not what I expected. I think the hotel staff thought that I was safe enough to introduce to this girl. She was cute though.
The first thing I did was to put her on my lap, and she felt rather relaxed about it, though she said she didn't kiss. It's always fun to perform a strip tease - on her. But when I slipped my hands under her T-shirt, she asked to go to the bathroom to take a shower. There went the strip tease, but I didn't really mind a shower instead. Maybe she really needed it, as she might not had well prepared for the occasion - being non-pro and all that.
She didn't invite me so I waited, then took my turn as I was in no rush. When I got out of the bathroom I went undercover. I went under the blanket that was covering her naked body and cuddled her. She was like a magnet. When I was close enough to her she wrapped her arms around my neck (literally necking). We stuck together while I was holding her tight.
It was very unusual but I didn't realize at the time. It's kid stuff - what kids will do when you lift them up. It's also very GFE, and even Mrs Player has known to do that on a few occasions. I can't think of any professionals who did that. It is a totally vulnerable position.
You got to hold something with your hands though, otherwise it feels like a dead fish. Some hold my waist, more ready to push than anything else. Most hold my back, with the immediate option to push rather than hold. Wrapping one's arm around the neck is indefensible.
She wasn't afraid that I would rape her without a condom. When I needed to do something lower down, she would release my neck, but would hold on to it like a magnet when I got up again.
She wasn't afraid, but I could feel a bit of nerve from her, because of the pressure on my neck at times. So I decided to go in, sooner than usual, to break the ice. She let go of my neck, I got a fancy condom from her tiny purse, put it on, part her legs slightly, and let her hold my neck again.
I was surprised as her passage was completely blocked. I checked her with my fingers, only to find that she was completely dry. I didn't know that because of her bushy bush - I left that alone. I decided, while she was holding my neck, then tighter than ever, to stimulate her slowly with my probe, guided by my hand.
I estimated that she hadn't had sex for days, weeks or even months. But soon she was moist and then wet. Once I was totally inside, I could feel her relaxed arms around my neck, and see her relived smile on her face.
I had to bang her slowly and gently, otherwise I was afraid that my neck would bruise. Though the final charge more than compensated for it.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
(continued) The problem with reviews is, you can't keep secrets. I had an eye on a girl's picture but didn't make the decision. I got a tip that she may kiss for regulars. That's the tie breaker.
When she opened the door, it was better than expectation. I did what I planned to do, I grabbed her GWTW style, and kissed her, GWTW style too. She was surprised as nobody else would do something like that, 3 sec into the first meeting. She submitted, hesitatingly at first, but I could read her mind - she thought what the heck - and then finished the kiss with flying colors.
Of course I was taking advantage of her too. If she refused, I might just ran out of the door. Nothing important would be lost.
I could tell she's rather new too, at least new to the agency. Her dress was somewhat sexy, but probably not because of the dress, but because of her body. She got high heels on, but cheap, not streetwalker cheap, but bargains. This reinforced what I read from her pictures. That was what I liked about her.
Very soon, everything about her was well done, hair, nails that I didn't notice before, shoes, dress, skin and all that. She looked a couple of years younger, still well above teens, and so I think we can stand each other for an hour or so.
I knew patrons showered her with gifts, because she didn't mind accepting it, and model it for you. This is not that common. For what she had been wearing you really want to give her something instead. Usually, cash is the best gift, giving her most freedom and you get absolutely nothing in return.
More than that, she modeled the merchandises for everybody. I didn't know whether if she didn't have the chance to change, if she liked to look her best for me, or if she wanted to invite competition. Once she wore a gorgeous below-knee dress , with matching heels, proper heels. I don't like long dress but that did look good on her, and must be expensive too, for the material and complication. But she did take good care of her gifts. I had to wait VERY patiently for her to take off her dress in several pieces, fold them neatly and put on a chair.
As time went on, she was less keen on kissing upstairs, but compensated on kissing downstairs instead. I have a theory that they rather do something else to compensate than deliver a bad kiss when they are not in the mood to.
When she was new to the agency, she was rather accessible. So I booked her in the morning. She told me I was her first - of the day. And obviously she was in a good mood too. I was rather rough on her and she seemed to be enjoying it. Not that she was orgasmic that sort of thing, but she wasn't holding back anything, I was free to roam, and she was encouraging.
When I pulled out and asked her to turn around, she had a wicked smile on her face. "Doggie?" she asked. When I nodded, she said, "I liked doggieeee", and was like jump at the chance, and fall into position.
I tried my best to meet her expectations. I poked her harder and harder and she was cheering me on all the way. Then I ejaculated, prematurely. May be it was all a trick - so she could throw me out early. But it wouldn't matter. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, who asked for it, even though I know my risk.
That was the last time I saw her. On the phone, I could sense that she wasn't that keen to see me. She quit the agency, and if not, I was trying to talk her into private outcalls anyway. The problem was she lived quite far from me, and at the time I didn't have the luxury to drive far. She didn't really needed me. However, I think the premature thing had something to do with it.
When she opened the door, it was better than expectation. I did what I planned to do, I grabbed her GWTW style, and kissed her, GWTW style too. She was surprised as nobody else would do something like that, 3 sec into the first meeting. She submitted, hesitatingly at first, but I could read her mind - she thought what the heck - and then finished the kiss with flying colors.
Of course I was taking advantage of her too. If she refused, I might just ran out of the door. Nothing important would be lost.
I could tell she's rather new too, at least new to the agency. Her dress was somewhat sexy, but probably not because of the dress, but because of her body. She got high heels on, but cheap, not streetwalker cheap, but bargains. This reinforced what I read from her pictures. That was what I liked about her.
Very soon, everything about her was well done, hair, nails that I didn't notice before, shoes, dress, skin and all that. She looked a couple of years younger, still well above teens, and so I think we can stand each other for an hour or so.
I knew patrons showered her with gifts, because she didn't mind accepting it, and model it for you. This is not that common. For what she had been wearing you really want to give her something instead. Usually, cash is the best gift, giving her most freedom and you get absolutely nothing in return.
More than that, she modeled the merchandises for everybody. I didn't know whether if she didn't have the chance to change, if she liked to look her best for me, or if she wanted to invite competition. Once she wore a gorgeous below-knee dress , with matching heels, proper heels. I don't like long dress but that did look good on her, and must be expensive too, for the material and complication. But she did take good care of her gifts. I had to wait VERY patiently for her to take off her dress in several pieces, fold them neatly and put on a chair.
As time went on, she was less keen on kissing upstairs, but compensated on kissing downstairs instead. I have a theory that they rather do something else to compensate than deliver a bad kiss when they are not in the mood to.
When she was new to the agency, she was rather accessible. So I booked her in the morning. She told me I was her first - of the day. And obviously she was in a good mood too. I was rather rough on her and she seemed to be enjoying it. Not that she was orgasmic that sort of thing, but she wasn't holding back anything, I was free to roam, and she was encouraging.
When I pulled out and asked her to turn around, she had a wicked smile on her face. "Doggie?" she asked. When I nodded, she said, "I liked doggieeee", and was like jump at the chance, and fall into position.
I tried my best to meet her expectations. I poked her harder and harder and she was cheering me on all the way. Then I ejaculated, prematurely. May be it was all a trick - so she could throw me out early. But it wouldn't matter. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, who asked for it, even though I know my risk.
That was the last time I saw her. On the phone, I could sense that she wasn't that keen to see me. She quit the agency, and if not, I was trying to talk her into private outcalls anyway. The problem was she lived quite far from me, and at the time I didn't have the luxury to drive far. She didn't really needed me. However, I think the premature thing had something to do with it.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Fantasy pretty woman
Do you play fantasy football? Do you think you can handle a current/ex callgirl as a girl friend? What will affect your selection? This is pure fantasy and any facts are only pure coincidence. But I do probably have sex with more hookers than you do.
I had a mentor (that I hate), whose holy grail is to find some attractive hookers that like sex, and like to hang out off the clock. Although it's unthinkable to some, but it's not that rare. But I'm not talking about just freebies, it has to be something deeper, otherwise who really cares anything about her?
I had an agent (that I also hate), who always call me buddy, that had been very protective of me. His first rule is not to hook up with hookers other than on the clock. Because it's very easy to be bleed dry. It's unthinkable to some, but being bleed dry is not that rare and many patrons consider it as fair game. If you play with fire you have to suffer any consequences. Of course, he just didn't want me to bypass his service and go independent :). Later, he added rule zero secretly, any hooker with home area code close to me will not be introduced.
What sort of sex will you expect? I'm sure many many civilians will feel left out if they don't have enough sex, particularly good sex. There must be also many civilians who aren't interested one way or the other. It must be the same for hookers, but of course there could be additional advantages or problems.
I had a callgirl who made me feel that I was in a bad porn movie. Everything is great except that she is too dramatic and vocal. It feels like bad acting in porn movies. But after a while I felt that she was quite genuine, though she could benefit by toning down a little. We played dress up, chasing around her house, she liked screaming and moaning. We did have lots of harmless extra curriculum activities off the clock, as she was having fun, and she had been also looking for dates around the time. My internal alarm went off when she tried not to be compensated. It could be a conspiracy and I didn't have time to play boyfriend, so I disappeared.
On the other end of the spectrum, there are the genophobes, who would minimize skin contact if possible. I had been seeing this girl for a while, one of the prettiest, hoping she would do her job better. One day she agreed to take a shower with me, but once she saw the bathroom, she changed her mind, blaming the dirty bathroom. It wasn't a 5 star hotel so I let her off, giving up what I had in mind doing to her. Another day, when I was doing doggy, she made sure that the condom stayed in position by holding it with two fingers. I lol'ed later when I saw the same thing appearing on a TER review, not on her but her buddy. Maybe after knowing me enough, she didn't hid her genophobia anymore. May be she was playing mind games with me. I knew she wanted to bleed me dry but she was totally incapable of it. She gave me deep discount for overnight but I knew it would be a waste of money.
I had a mentor (that I hate), whose holy grail is to find some attractive hookers that like sex, and like to hang out off the clock. Although it's unthinkable to some, but it's not that rare. But I'm not talking about just freebies, it has to be something deeper, otherwise who really cares anything about her?
I had an agent (that I also hate), who always call me buddy, that had been very protective of me. His first rule is not to hook up with hookers other than on the clock. Because it's very easy to be bleed dry. It's unthinkable to some, but being bleed dry is not that rare and many patrons consider it as fair game. If you play with fire you have to suffer any consequences. Of course, he just didn't want me to bypass his service and go independent :). Later, he added rule zero secretly, any hooker with home area code close to me will not be introduced.
What sort of sex will you expect? I'm sure many many civilians will feel left out if they don't have enough sex, particularly good sex. There must be also many civilians who aren't interested one way or the other. It must be the same for hookers, but of course there could be additional advantages or problems.
I had a callgirl who made me feel that I was in a bad porn movie. Everything is great except that she is too dramatic and vocal. It feels like bad acting in porn movies. But after a while I felt that she was quite genuine, though she could benefit by toning down a little. We played dress up, chasing around her house, she liked screaming and moaning. We did have lots of harmless extra curriculum activities off the clock, as she was having fun, and she had been also looking for dates around the time. My internal alarm went off when she tried not to be compensated. It could be a conspiracy and I didn't have time to play boyfriend, so I disappeared.
On the other end of the spectrum, there are the genophobes, who would minimize skin contact if possible. I had been seeing this girl for a while, one of the prettiest, hoping she would do her job better. One day she agreed to take a shower with me, but once she saw the bathroom, she changed her mind, blaming the dirty bathroom. It wasn't a 5 star hotel so I let her off, giving up what I had in mind doing to her. Another day, when I was doing doggy, she made sure that the condom stayed in position by holding it with two fingers. I lol'ed later when I saw the same thing appearing on a TER review, not on her but her buddy. Maybe after knowing me enough, she didn't hid her genophobia anymore. May be she was playing mind games with me. I knew she wanted to bleed me dry but she was totally incapable of it. She gave me deep discount for overnight but I knew it would be a waste of money.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Back to pretty woman from Prop K diversion.
Remember a while ago a self proclaimed attractive woman asked in public about why it's so difficult to find husband in the above 500K income bracket, when many of these men have plain janes as wives?
Nobody wants to be loved because what he earned. It's related: if one only aims at 500K, he will take it easy once he get there waiting for retirement, he's not likely to be given that position or get his business there in the first place. Plain jane isn't that bad. Everybody can be glam up a few notches, like stock escort pictures and porn stars on DVD labels. Knowing somebody for a long time has it's advantages, like childhood friends and high school sweethearts. Attraction is a strange thing. I had a slightly painful erection, skins being pulled too hard by the pressure, when I saw a woman who wasn't even on the top of my "conquer" list. How about Prince Charles?
I don't want to be some hooker's only way out. It helps if she is doing well herself, and have a lot of rich suitors. I don't want to be somebody's stiff toy only, there's plenty around.
Similarly, I don't think hookers would want to have boyfriends that are only after free sex. Or, they expect that (ex)hooker girlfriends are willing to offer more sex and more kinky sex than others. Or, hookers don't want to be just trophy wives. I mean beauty is skin deep and can vaporize at any moment.
A rich man wants Anna Nichole to be his wife, that's perfectly OK for me. But I mean both parties will usually want more than that, because there aren't that many Mr Smith. Also, a mail order type bride will be less risky?
What a hooker wants from a relationship? It really isn't different from anybody else, depends on individuals. Often people who suffer more hardship early in life works a lot harder and achieves more. If they are not getting anywhere they want more security from others. I once had a crush on a girl (she isn't a hooker and that was ancient history) who is poorer to start with. She worked very hard in a summer job for spending money. The joint went burst and didn't pay her a cent. She never took risk even before that, including me, and her choice of boyfriend is totally predictable - middle middle class parent, has a stable boring job and qualifications when her peers are only starting. Plain, boring, but sent her flowers. (Oh yes, maybe I'm jealous.)
I had a hooker that obviously had some abandonment complex. She actually joked that now I a nice house, nice car, nice job, and what do I do? Play hooking. I think somebody dumped her before and I'm sure the last thing she wanted is a rich playboy friend.
Another hooker told me that she wanted somebody who she can talk to (among many other things!). I'm not sure that she enjoyed all the gambling, drinking and smoking. I think she just like to be surrounded by friends, and often talked through the night with a few of her closest. As a man with few words, I was very alarmed that we spent a couple of hours in the hotel room, mostly post sex talking. Then we went to the restaurant for a couple more. I'm sure she likes to talk to someone who knows her job and respects her. It could be a trap, or nothing, but it's trouble anyway. I didn't see her for a couple of months.
Looks really doesn't matter much, and if you don't believe me watch more porn (with fat ugly studs). But there should be some minimum standards. I had a barely legal girl who avoided walking along side with me, staying a few yards in front of me always. That is unusual ;) One day she took down my sun glasses, told me I looked better, and the sun glasses were terrible, reminded her of some scary discipline masters. She must be a trouble maker back at school! I am so proud of her because another one told me that I needed some eye bag removal. At the same period, yet another one grabbed my arm tight, walking together on the streets. She asked me if we looked like lovers. I tried hard to duck away, at last saying that we needed a mirror. I know she wanted to see me again (as a client), but she could have found less awkward things to use. I blame my genes. I'm not going to get love handles, and I have to wait a few more decades than others to get my salt and pepper. Believe me, it isn't good at work.
Remember a while ago a self proclaimed attractive woman asked in public about why it's so difficult to find husband in the above 500K income bracket, when many of these men have plain janes as wives?
Nobody wants to be loved because what he earned. It's related: if one only aims at 500K, he will take it easy once he get there waiting for retirement, he's not likely to be given that position or get his business there in the first place. Plain jane isn't that bad. Everybody can be glam up a few notches, like stock escort pictures and porn stars on DVD labels. Knowing somebody for a long time has it's advantages, like childhood friends and high school sweethearts. Attraction is a strange thing. I had a slightly painful erection, skins being pulled too hard by the pressure, when I saw a woman who wasn't even on the top of my "conquer" list. How about Prince Charles?
I don't want to be some hooker's only way out. It helps if she is doing well herself, and have a lot of rich suitors. I don't want to be somebody's stiff toy only, there's plenty around.
Similarly, I don't think hookers would want to have boyfriends that are only after free sex. Or, they expect that (ex)hooker girlfriends are willing to offer more sex and more kinky sex than others. Or, hookers don't want to be just trophy wives. I mean beauty is skin deep and can vaporize at any moment.
A rich man wants Anna Nichole to be his wife, that's perfectly OK for me. But I mean both parties will usually want more than that, because there aren't that many Mr Smith. Also, a mail order type bride will be less risky?
What a hooker wants from a relationship? It really isn't different from anybody else, depends on individuals. Often people who suffer more hardship early in life works a lot harder and achieves more. If they are not getting anywhere they want more security from others. I once had a crush on a girl (she isn't a hooker and that was ancient history) who is poorer to start with. She worked very hard in a summer job for spending money. The joint went burst and didn't pay her a cent. She never took risk even before that, including me, and her choice of boyfriend is totally predictable - middle middle class parent, has a stable boring job and qualifications when her peers are only starting. Plain, boring, but sent her flowers. (Oh yes, maybe I'm jealous.)
I had a hooker that obviously had some abandonment complex. She actually joked that now I a nice house, nice car, nice job, and what do I do? Play hooking. I think somebody dumped her before and I'm sure the last thing she wanted is a rich playboy friend.
Another hooker told me that she wanted somebody who she can talk to (among many other things!). I'm not sure that she enjoyed all the gambling, drinking and smoking. I think she just like to be surrounded by friends, and often talked through the night with a few of her closest. As a man with few words, I was very alarmed that we spent a couple of hours in the hotel room, mostly post sex talking. Then we went to the restaurant for a couple more. I'm sure she likes to talk to someone who knows her job and respects her. It could be a trap, or nothing, but it's trouble anyway. I didn't see her for a couple of months.
Looks really doesn't matter much, and if you don't believe me watch more porn (with fat ugly studs). But there should be some minimum standards. I had a barely legal girl who avoided walking along side with me, staying a few yards in front of me always. That is unusual ;) One day she took down my sun glasses, told me I looked better, and the sun glasses were terrible, reminded her of some scary discipline masters. She must be a trouble maker back at school! I am so proud of her because another one told me that I needed some eye bag removal. At the same period, yet another one grabbed my arm tight, walking together on the streets. She asked me if we looked like lovers. I tried hard to duck away, at last saying that we needed a mirror. I know she wanted to see me again (as a client), but she could have found less awkward things to use. I blame my genes. I'm not going to get love handles, and I have to wait a few more decades than others to get my salt and pepper. Believe me, it isn't good at work.
Prop K: Since I can't vote there, I wasn't going to subject myself to painful spins. However, because of the interesting subject, and the exposure, I read a little more.
It's painful to read and watch DA Harris to spin off the subject. There are also subjects that the proponents touched lightly. There should be voter submitted questions made into FAQ section.
I would think getting it to the ballot box is an achievement. It can be a landslide as up to 70% (substitute your own figure) of men will have some experience with prostitutes. For current patrons the price will come down, for future patrons, they will not be prosecuted if they dare to try.
I very much agree that it's a human rights issue - should you be prosecuted by attending a wine tasting party? It happened before, you know. Human trafficking still doesn't make sense. The international trafficking excuse was shot down, now they bring out the domestic ones. Did someone said that the fear of prosecution because of prostitution is the main reason these victims didn't try to run to the authorities?
If someone setup a sex slave brothel in downtown SF for half the price, it might have a long line and everybody knows about it, and it will be busted very soon. The price will be more or less the same. It takes a moron client not to notice the difference, and most will avoid that sort of thing. Most clients are not eligible anyway because of the risk. So far someone said international trafficking is zero in SF and I say domestic trafficking is a rare event not in big cities like SF. What happened in the news is that they imprison victims in the middle of nowhere, the small number of clients (if any) are willing to keep the secret because of no real alternatives.
Good luck with the zoning issues. I don't know how it works. Prop K isn't legislation, just to tell LE stop wasting time with prostitutes. How to deal with street walkers? They are much more mobile than a illegal hot dog stand. How to deal with a high traffic brothel in a residential area? Or commercial area? US laws is quite lax on prostitutes. You get warning and then tickets a few times before you get jail time (varies greatly for locations). It's a lot more difficult to clean up the streets by charging them with something like selling hot dogs illegally. It's also difficult to get rid of incalls with lots of visiting friends all day long. The threat is more of harassment, the biggest being outing you when you try to keep it a secret. LE can (?) threaten your assets and custody of your children.
Since EU relax immigration laws and adopted the US cheap labor model, Europeans got a glimpse of what will happen if US prostitutes become not so illegal. Targeting prostitution such as in Amsterdam seems to be the natural reaction. SF would be really in the fore front to show the world something.
The rights of minorities (occupation) and the pursuit of harmless pleasure should triumph everything else. Let's see how it goes.
But it will be happy times, I would go to SF rather than LV. I'll do careful screening and then do it at upper floors at Grand Hyatt,, on the floor at the glass walls, or a little bit tricky, on the thick walls at the glass windows.
Trafficking wouldn't make any difference as it's a rare even if any. Victim can go to LE without fear.
There won't be more brothels as all exiting strip clubs will be brothels. Income will be down because of competition, and some strippers will be forced out. Some previous brothels, now empty properties, will be reopened. It will be like good old times when the numbers in SF are near saturation, so there won't be noticeably more.
There are always secret flats in the most desirable areas. People feel safe there and you can charge more. I know one private apartment in a small complex that you can only get to via toll road. The toll cam's have your plate numbers if anything happens. The high rent also favors sharing, for people with connections who have streams of girls visiting from overseas or from the other coast. (The same principle that pets don't shit where they eat.) After prop K they will tighten up the schedules and less worrying about people getting lost and press the wrong doorbells.
There are happy ending factories in almost all desirable locations already. Many are now clinically clean in medical plazas. Again there won't need to be more, just more places will allow happy endings and more. There will be winners and losers, like strippers, depending on what how far they are willing to go.
It's painful to read and watch DA Harris to spin off the subject. There are also subjects that the proponents touched lightly. There should be voter submitted questions made into FAQ section.
I would think getting it to the ballot box is an achievement. It can be a landslide as up to 70% (substitute your own figure) of men will have some experience with prostitutes. For current patrons the price will come down, for future patrons, they will not be prosecuted if they dare to try.
I very much agree that it's a human rights issue - should you be prosecuted by attending a wine tasting party? It happened before, you know. Human trafficking still doesn't make sense. The international trafficking excuse was shot down, now they bring out the domestic ones. Did someone said that the fear of prosecution because of prostitution is the main reason these victims didn't try to run to the authorities?
If someone setup a sex slave brothel in downtown SF for half the price, it might have a long line and everybody knows about it, and it will be busted very soon. The price will be more or less the same. It takes a moron client not to notice the difference, and most will avoid that sort of thing. Most clients are not eligible anyway because of the risk. So far someone said international trafficking is zero in SF and I say domestic trafficking is a rare event not in big cities like SF. What happened in the news is that they imprison victims in the middle of nowhere, the small number of clients (if any) are willing to keep the secret because of no real alternatives.
Good luck with the zoning issues. I don't know how it works. Prop K isn't legislation, just to tell LE stop wasting time with prostitutes. How to deal with street walkers? They are much more mobile than a illegal hot dog stand. How to deal with a high traffic brothel in a residential area? Or commercial area? US laws is quite lax on prostitutes. You get warning and then tickets a few times before you get jail time (varies greatly for locations). It's a lot more difficult to clean up the streets by charging them with something like selling hot dogs illegally. It's also difficult to get rid of incalls with lots of visiting friends all day long. The threat is more of harassment, the biggest being outing you when you try to keep it a secret. LE can (?) threaten your assets and custody of your children.
Since EU relax immigration laws and adopted the US cheap labor model, Europeans got a glimpse of what will happen if US prostitutes become not so illegal. Targeting prostitution such as in Amsterdam seems to be the natural reaction. SF would be really in the fore front to show the world something.
The rights of minorities (occupation) and the pursuit of harmless pleasure should triumph everything else. Let's see how it goes.
But it will be happy times, I would go to SF rather than LV. I'll do careful screening and then do it at upper floors at Grand Hyatt,, on the floor at the glass walls, or a little bit tricky, on the thick walls at the glass windows.
Trafficking wouldn't make any difference as it's a rare even if any. Victim can go to LE without fear.
There won't be more brothels as all exiting strip clubs will be brothels. Income will be down because of competition, and some strippers will be forced out. Some previous brothels, now empty properties, will be reopened. It will be like good old times when the numbers in SF are near saturation, so there won't be noticeably more.
There are always secret flats in the most desirable areas. People feel safe there and you can charge more. I know one private apartment in a small complex that you can only get to via toll road. The toll cam's have your plate numbers if anything happens. The high rent also favors sharing, for people with connections who have streams of girls visiting from overseas or from the other coast. (The same principle that pets don't shit where they eat.) After prop K they will tighten up the schedules and less worrying about people getting lost and press the wrong doorbells.
There are happy ending factories in almost all desirable locations already. Many are now clinically clean in medical plazas. Again there won't need to be more, just more places will allow happy endings and more. There will be winners and losers, like strippers, depending on what how far they are willing to go.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
It's amusing to be philosophical about porn. But do you think lesser of the girl if she is covered with cum after a burakke party? She has lots of money, can't sing, can't act, too pretty to be a waitress, and don't know much to do anything else.I was visiting a massage therapist for about a year, who is pretty enough to join the 1st wife club, that is, you don't mind seeing her everyday. Never tried to ask her out because of her metabolic rate, she can never be a thin model (she told me she consulted doctors). She isn't fat or thick, just no point to show her off, rather stay in her massage room instead. She wouldn't do anything sexual, she made it clear on day one. No foot massage, may be a little thigh massage not too high up. I never pushed, it's complicated on both sides. But certainly, it's not because she was watched by her boss. She hid me in the most private room available, just short of any underground boiler room. She liked to be stared at while doing the chest massage on me.
There are those who tease you with everything within the law, until you submit to do it yourself, sort of pro dom in massage. And then there are those who do happy endings with no hesitation, as someone new said here that it's the easiest money ever. Some pride on getting you off without you touching them at all. As much I love the massage and the good feeling of a happy ending, I rather have two back to back sessions, which cover all my needs.
It's hard to refuse those massage girls who need money, but not a lot. They don't go all the way because they are totally young and beautiful, and they get enough money for that. Many of them are too delicate to handle clients on their own if they take in/out calls. Once you start grabbing and sucking, it's hard to save yourself for another appointment, and it would become economically uneconomic.
I was so paranoid that she would run away with the money while I was taking a shower she asked, Chanel walked in the bathtub after finishing her call, grabbed my dick causally like it is a innocent toy, washed it, and suck away. It seemed like the most natural thing to do. Later I found out that she wasn't good at it because she doesn't like it. She later put on the cover because she thought that she shouldn't give away too much for the bargain. And later she would give me enough BBBJ to please me, but no pretense about it. Unlike, Emma, who seemed to have a field day every time, blow it, cool it down, repeat, until I couldn't last any more.
Do you sometimes it's like bribing a kid with candies to do chores? I know the size of the bribe and the chores are very different, but that's just something to get use to - the porn philosophy? In the beginning I can't stand hard core porn, prefer soft and censored porn where in your face cocks are blurred. Now it's the opposite, call it progress, just as anybody else. I also hated ugly fat guys, but now I can appreciate the dramatic effect. Also, I can overlook it and concentrate on other things.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Pretty Woman?
I don't see how a woman politician can comment on the subject. Has she been a hooker herself? Or not that far by being a politician? Thinking about it, I am as qualified as many others, who see hookers who enjoy client sex, and who hate it, who think they are doing something wrong, and who think they are just doing a job like any others.
Can you love a hooker? You can easily make your conclusion by watching lots of porn with angelic stars doing XXXXX stuffs with ugly fat studs. You don't want your woman to do that sort of things often? How often is often? I knew a girl who told me she experimented by the book with her ex-boyfriend before she became a part time hooker. I would think sugar babies of older gentlemen are pretty easy work. Where to draw the frequency line?
Some hookers draw the line on kissing, etc. It's bullshit saying it's reserved for boyfriends. Though sometimes it's stupid rules set by boyfriends. Anyway, where do you draw the line? In some cultures, you have to be killed if you are not a virgin at wedding. In others, virgins are sought after and expected. But if these guys spend a couple of months or years in the West, they don't care any more.
There are many reasons for not kissing, simply don't like it. One reason is that you can't fake passion as in real DFK. So some girls simply don't try. However, those tongue-tongue DJK's (not F) seems good for all party involved, and don't need much passion on both sides. It's simply some service that make the client feel good.
Down the line, tea bags, cock to mouth, CIM, CI anything, doesn't seem so unacceptable to boy friends. Does it matter where your girl friend uses her lips or tongue? Does it matter what's being put in her mouth? (All risk being equal or safe.)
I know some girls hate many things. But a few like to suck any stiff cocks, naturally they are not afraid of pre cums and cums. And after in the job long enough, girls are pretty insensitive what the tasks are. At least they can talk about anything like routine tricks of the circus, while some clients are too shy to ask.
Sure many hookers do not enjoy client sex. But to some, perhaps newer ones, it's just natural reaction. They can't stop juice flowing, nipples stiffening, moaning, back scratching, neck holding, and of course the big O. Some girls actually try hard to fight it, so they don't give away too much for the price agreed upon. And they don't want to give some clients the wrong ideas.
Having said that, a retired hooker is preferrable. I'm so jealous when my fav hooker leaves my hotel room to see her next client.
Can you love a hooker? You can easily make your conclusion by watching lots of porn with angelic stars doing XXXXX stuffs with ugly fat studs. You don't want your woman to do that sort of things often? How often is often? I knew a girl who told me she experimented by the book with her ex-boyfriend before she became a part time hooker. I would think sugar babies of older gentlemen are pretty easy work. Where to draw the frequency line?
Some hookers draw the line on kissing, etc. It's bullshit saying it's reserved for boyfriends. Though sometimes it's stupid rules set by boyfriends. Anyway, where do you draw the line? In some cultures, you have to be killed if you are not a virgin at wedding. In others, virgins are sought after and expected. But if these guys spend a couple of months or years in the West, they don't care any more.
There are many reasons for not kissing, simply don't like it. One reason is that you can't fake passion as in real DFK. So some girls simply don't try. However, those tongue-tongue DJK's (not F) seems good for all party involved, and don't need much passion on both sides. It's simply some service that make the client feel good.
Down the line, tea bags, cock to mouth, CIM, CI anything, doesn't seem so unacceptable to boy friends. Does it matter where your girl friend uses her lips or tongue? Does it matter what's being put in her mouth? (All risk being equal or safe.)
I know some girls hate many things. But a few like to suck any stiff cocks, naturally they are not afraid of pre cums and cums. And after in the job long enough, girls are pretty insensitive what the tasks are. At least they can talk about anything like routine tricks of the circus, while some clients are too shy to ask.
Sure many hookers do not enjoy client sex. But to some, perhaps newer ones, it's just natural reaction. They can't stop juice flowing, nipples stiffening, moaning, back scratching, neck holding, and of course the big O. Some girls actually try hard to fight it, so they don't give away too much for the price agreed upon. And they don't want to give some clients the wrong ideas.
Having said that, a retired hooker is preferrable. I'm so jealous when my fav hooker leaves my hotel room to see her next client.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
San Francisco Prop K
Sex sells. If you want public attention, I would suggest to hold a sexy street party and parade, that sort of thing. Give it a Halloween theme so sex workers can hide their face and ID, so hopefully more attractive people may come forward. A masquerade street party maybe? Handing out mask on site so patrons or potential patrons may just join in for the fun.
As for the prop itself, I'm not so sure. Say I would let them investigate, so they will concentrate on trafficking if they can find any. If there's no checks and balances, SF, being in America, has the potential to make it as in your face as Amsterdam, but with the scale of London.
SF is lined with pretty historical buildings (relatively speaking) everywhere. There are many small apartments with huge windows close to street levels.
As for the prop itself, I'm not so sure. Say I would let them investigate, so they will concentrate on trafficking if they can find any. If there's no checks and balances, SF, being in America, has the potential to make it as in your face as Amsterdam, but with the scale of London.
SF is lined with pretty historical buildings (relatively speaking) everywhere. There are many small apartments with huge windows close to street levels.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Bipolar 3G
Wow, imagine that, picking up three generations of bipolar's to deal with. I was watching some saved TV on my DVR - I think there was something about bipolar in it, but not a documentary but drama. Of course I vaguely know about bipolar before, but it dawned on me that I could be dealing with it, three generations.
Certainly I'm not trying to diagnose anything via a TV drama, nor I'm going to read everything of it on the web. Obviously something fits (what doesn't), and many don't. It doesn't matter. For your benefit you can imagine that at times I'm dealing with something like that. Imagine at home you see at play sometimes bipolar vs bipolar, or bipolar vs ADHD (which could be a misdiagnosed bipolar).
Maybe I should join some victim support group, because the whole family is the victim, not just the patient. Maybe the wrong group, at least I may learn something to deal with - "spending spree", "irrational behavior". (That's my theory - there's always some disorder that fits some of you.)
But there are other ways - like seeing callgirls (I sort of prefer hooker if that doesn't offend anyone). Really I don't see how a game of golf is more fun than spanking something beautiful or playing illegal games that you can't even tell others. An hour of theraputic massage is theraputic - going blank for an hour is enough to recharge for another day or week.
ps. spell check is off for some reason, get over it
Certainly I'm not trying to diagnose anything via a TV drama, nor I'm going to read everything of it on the web. Obviously something fits (what doesn't), and many don't. It doesn't matter. For your benefit you can imagine that at times I'm dealing with something like that. Imagine at home you see at play sometimes bipolar vs bipolar, or bipolar vs ADHD (which could be a misdiagnosed bipolar).
Maybe I should join some victim support group, because the whole family is the victim, not just the patient. Maybe the wrong group, at least I may learn something to deal with - "spending spree", "irrational behavior". (That's my theory - there's always some disorder that fits some of you.)
But there are other ways - like seeing callgirls (I sort of prefer hooker if that doesn't offend anyone). Really I don't see how a game of golf is more fun than spanking something beautiful or playing illegal games that you can't even tell others. An hour of theraputic massage is theraputic - going blank for an hour is enough to recharge for another day or week.
ps. spell check is off for some reason, get over it
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Inspired to Blog: The Comfort Zone
Inspired to Blog: The Comfort Zone: "Someone ( a man of course) sent me this today and it made me laugh a lot. It kind of takes the piss out of this industry too, and I think we can all get too serious at times so here goes..." Never thought of it this way.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
First they came for the street workers... | Sex In The Public Square
First they came for the street workers... | Sex In The Public Square
Well said.
Instead of replying to comments, I can just as well add to the post. This usual "First they came ... then ..." got me thinking. Do we all have trouble drawing the line between sex workers all the time? When everybody have a blog, I had to limit my blog rolls to penetration sex, while keeping entries on my old blog rolls. Some ex call girls who turned into something else caused more confusions because I listed them as ex call girls. My thinking was, why bother too much about the line? Seriously they are coming for you all anyway, even porn.
I feel that a lot of sex worker activists are strippers (maybe I'm totally wrong). And in my area, and I would think most areas, strippers do not provide sex. A lot of clubs do not allow touching, and you may at most get your pants wet in many others. I found it puzzling that they identify themselves along side with escorts.
Can I support street walkers? I am always against prostitution in residential areas, if practical everybody should be limited to do it in hotels. So I can't support SW's around residential areas and can't support residential incalls. I have seen over the world less desirable buildings being taken over by sex workers, when underprivileged families have to rub shoulders with patrons. Now I heard in the news a short while ago that desirable trendy flats in London are at risk too.
That's my principle. But I have no trouble going to incalls in nice quiet neighborhoods, and that neighbors aren't staring at you. Because making laws exactly what you wanted without loophole is difficult.
Well said.
Instead of replying to comments, I can just as well add to the post. This usual "First they came ... then ..." got me thinking. Do we all have trouble drawing the line between sex workers all the time? When everybody have a blog, I had to limit my blog rolls to penetration sex, while keeping entries on my old blog rolls. Some ex call girls who turned into something else caused more confusions because I listed them as ex call girls. My thinking was, why bother too much about the line? Seriously they are coming for you all anyway, even porn.
I feel that a lot of sex worker activists are strippers (maybe I'm totally wrong). And in my area, and I would think most areas, strippers do not provide sex. A lot of clubs do not allow touching, and you may at most get your pants wet in many others. I found it puzzling that they identify themselves along side with escorts.
Can I support street walkers? I am always against prostitution in residential areas, if practical everybody should be limited to do it in hotels. So I can't support SW's around residential areas and can't support residential incalls. I have seen over the world less desirable buildings being taken over by sex workers, when underprivileged families have to rub shoulders with patrons. Now I heard in the news a short while ago that desirable trendy flats in London are at risk too.
That's my principle. But I have no trouble going to incalls in nice quiet neighborhoods, and that neighbors aren't staring at you. Because making laws exactly what you wanted without loophole is difficult.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Failed pickups
I saw a very sexy young woman walking alone on the sidewalk. She looked like a young housewife who ventured outdoors for something, didn't bother to change, and hoped to get away with it because not much people was around. She was in shorts, not tight but brief, long legs on comfortable slippers.
I was in a rather new sporty car, casual suit for work. Instinctively I decided to try picking her up because of her legs. I did something like this, but not from a car, and the last time was a million years ago. It was a quiet neighborhood, nobody else was walking and the traffic was sparse. I don't know anybody there for a million miles.
So I stopped a few foot-steps in front of her, waiting for her to come to my passenger side window. She came up politely, straighten her legs and bent down so her head was closer to the window. I wished I was at her back side so much. Then I asked, "Do you need a ride?".
For the background, offering rides to strangers there happen all the time. I have seen that some girls do take up on the offers, but usually in pairs or groups.
She was surprised a bit. But what she did surprised me too. Find out at the end.
xxxxx -----
I saw two young girls dressed for a night out, waiting at the bus stop. There were few people around and few traffic. I thought it was a sure thing they would take up my offer for a ride. Then it hit on me that I wasn't driving my own car. But I did it anyway. I have seen girls getting into barely working cars. But this car was different. The girls laughed cheerfully while shaking their heads a little. They aren't really laughing at me, but found the situation quite hilarious.
Find out here.
I was in a rather new sporty car, casual suit for work. Instinctively I decided to try picking her up because of her legs. I did something like this, but not from a car, and the last time was a million years ago. It was a quiet neighborhood, nobody else was walking and the traffic was sparse. I don't know anybody there for a million miles.
So I stopped a few foot-steps in front of her, waiting for her to come to my passenger side window. She came up politely, straighten her legs and bent down so her head was closer to the window. I wished I was at her back side so much. Then I asked, "Do you need a ride?".
For the background, offering rides to strangers there happen all the time. I have seen that some girls do take up on the offers, but usually in pairs or groups.
She was surprised a bit. But what she did surprised me too. Find out at the end.
xxxxx -----
I saw two young girls dressed for a night out, waiting at the bus stop. There were few people around and few traffic. I thought it was a sure thing they would take up my offer for a ride. Then it hit on me that I wasn't driving my own car. But I did it anyway. I have seen girls getting into barely working cars. But this car was different. The girls laughed cheerfully while shaking their heads a little. They aren't really laughing at me, but found the situation quite hilarious.
Find out here.
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