Before Craig's List closed down adult services, Backpages has a steady stream of revenue, and Cityvibe is doing pretty good for free. The latter is better than CL in many ways. Which makes you doubt about the reason for closing down CL. Soccer moms don't want to sell their stuffs along with escorts?
Racial profiling has many problems. Take Koreans for example. They have hole-in-the-wall drinking places. They build big churches in the most expensive real estates. They drive german cars. They have real LV bags. But the MP girls have the same things. You can't tell if you are clueless, especially visiting other cities.
It's a pretty good deal if they work in US MP's instead of back home. Visa's are pretty easy to come by. Married, have a job, have a bank account. There are a lot of alternatives. You know ageism is pretty serious in the East. But girls at their late 20's or later, are still very much popular at US MP's. That's their working holiday. Boy friend visas are easy too. For college age girls, a student visa is absolutely no problem. And language schools are big business regardless of age.
Compensated dating is quite common in the Far East. Sooner or later they will discover the new silk route. But because of the law here, you need to be quite mature to deal with difficult customers. But once in the semi legal San Francisco, when you walk into a brothel on the main street, it looks like a cheerleader team is waiting for you. Some play the role of cute Japanese porn stars, and play plain exchange students. For the more mature ladies, they have to look good in a bikini, and they wear just that, right by the main road.
They don't need any coercion. On the black market, it was reported that smugglers charge $75,000 to smuggle Chinese to US, and $40,000 to EU. It doesn't make sense to compete with the freelancers.
There are more organized forms of prostitution, but as a rule they don't advertise. My estimation is that they are bigger than CL and all escort malls combined in terms of man-hour, pun intended. But still, they are still remotely related to trafficking.
The karma of anti-trafficking has already appeared. If you lock up prostitutes in far away countries, and interfere with aids-work, who suffers? You are driving them aboard where the money is, when the risk is the same. You look at cityvibe and you will understand. The theory may be wrong, but who can rule it out? Also, when you get to know a guy, ask him for his passport. I doubt if anybody will want you to know where he spent his "tour of the world" in the same few countries. Not using a condom is stupid, but understandable when he thought he got a demure girl friend.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
The real Craig's List
What's the big deal about Craig's List and trafficking? Many Johns and Janets don't even like it. TER is only forced to accept reviews of girls advertising on CL. In the beginning they don't accept it as a valid form of advertising on the net.
Johns don't like not being able to talk back. Hence the popularity of TER and now the local social networks.
Some hookers view CL as dragging down the price. Some don't even like Internet in the first place. In the beginning those compete on lower rates receive hostile phone calls from competitors.
CL served it's purpose and it's not a bad thing to rest in peace.
The majority of CL ads are continuation of the intra-state organized ripoffs. I have been to some cities where 100% phone book and 100% newspaper classified are ripoffs, organized. If not, there are independent ripoff artists.
Many hookers do not like to advertise on CL if they don't have to. Non-newbies know where to find the local social networks, discussion boards, review boards. CL is trouble in comparison. But of course newbies can be good things too.
You know Disney World tourists took a wrong turn at the airport and got killed. How many John's will dare to go to the most run down of the city? The more practical issue. You have to park your car there. And somebody knows that you will not come back for 30 minutes or more than an hour. My friend went to the Embassy(!) in town and he lost a wheel. Losing the wheel is not the real issue, but why you were there is the issue if you call home for help or call the police.
Here most of the transactions are incalls in hotels, CL or not. It was CL making it easy for traveling girls, now picking up by the local boards, Backpages, and Cityvibe classified. When people see conventional advertising they assume that someone will answer the phone. Without these listings, there will not be these traveling girls and you have to drive a long way for incalls.
Most of these hotel incalls are at hotel clusters, like near the airport. If you pick a hotel out of the ordinary Johns' may doubt. And they may not arrive in time.
The next popular meeting places are the best apartment complexes. You know those guys in TER have so much self importance for $300. At the cluster of most safe cities, next to the most happy place on earth, they say, "oh, there is not safe". These are really the best, with all the security, underground closed parking, and one even cannot access without going through a toll road. It's still a bargain compared to hotels if you have that much business. Some traveling girls keep one in town and take turn to visit and host.
Even for the not so best apartment, the owners will decorate the house themselves or ask others, so it doesn't look like a whore house. In the picture frames you can see stock photos of families! If you walk in, you will feel that it is a private apartment of the girl. Even if she share it with one other, they will avoid letting you see anything. It will be highly unlikely to have helpers.
Massage parlors like to be in clinics in medical plazas. Anyway a nice house/apartment downtown could worth more than one in the suburbs because all the business owners fight for it.
Especially for the parlors in old town, they have fences and CCTVs, perhaps with uniformed guards, or along the main road, to make you feel safer. Nobody want to lose a wheel with their massage.
Even for the amateurs, they will have a decent gated apartment. It's hard to find one without a gate.
So it's pretty impossible to hold someone against their will, or not to give them chances to escape. Most girls will open the door and see you to the door.
I'm sure someone will want to find trafficked girls. But it's pretty ineffective to find it in CL, in many areas. If they have a codeword for it, they do not need CL at all.
The other main thing is what you want when you buy sex. In some cultures it's also called buying smile, as in the Land of Smiles. The common complain of "she just laid there" may be fitting the profile of being trafficked. But many willing and able girls started just like that, that men do not want in general.
There are always men who want to satisfy their darker desires. As far as the investigations go, it's not cheap as in CL. Pimps / agents are fairly protective even for girls who works because they have a lot of money to repay. They do not want their goods damaged or diseased. Dress them nice and put them in a nice apartment and they will do just fine without having to do extra admin work and take extra risk.
There are pimps/agents who advertise and promise you to earn $10,000 in a week, and put you in a large whore house. But that's another investigation. Not on CL anyway.
Johns don't like not being able to talk back. Hence the popularity of TER and now the local social networks.
Some hookers view CL as dragging down the price. Some don't even like Internet in the first place. In the beginning those compete on lower rates receive hostile phone calls from competitors.
CL served it's purpose and it's not a bad thing to rest in peace.
The majority of CL ads are continuation of the intra-state organized ripoffs. I have been to some cities where 100% phone book and 100% newspaper classified are ripoffs, organized. If not, there are independent ripoff artists.
Many hookers do not like to advertise on CL if they don't have to. Non-newbies know where to find the local social networks, discussion boards, review boards. CL is trouble in comparison. But of course newbies can be good things too.
You know Disney World tourists took a wrong turn at the airport and got killed. How many John's will dare to go to the most run down of the city? The more practical issue. You have to park your car there. And somebody knows that you will not come back for 30 minutes or more than an hour. My friend went to the Embassy(!) in town and he lost a wheel. Losing the wheel is not the real issue, but why you were there is the issue if you call home for help or call the police.
Here most of the transactions are incalls in hotels, CL or not. It was CL making it easy for traveling girls, now picking up by the local boards, Backpages, and Cityvibe classified. When people see conventional advertising they assume that someone will answer the phone. Without these listings, there will not be these traveling girls and you have to drive a long way for incalls.
Most of these hotel incalls are at hotel clusters, like near the airport. If you pick a hotel out of the ordinary Johns' may doubt. And they may not arrive in time.
The next popular meeting places are the best apartment complexes. You know those guys in TER have so much self importance for $300. At the cluster of most safe cities, next to the most happy place on earth, they say, "oh, there is not safe". These are really the best, with all the security, underground closed parking, and one even cannot access without going through a toll road. It's still a bargain compared to hotels if you have that much business. Some traveling girls keep one in town and take turn to visit and host.
Even for the not so best apartment, the owners will decorate the house themselves or ask others, so it doesn't look like a whore house. In the picture frames you can see stock photos of families! If you walk in, you will feel that it is a private apartment of the girl. Even if she share it with one other, they will avoid letting you see anything. It will be highly unlikely to have helpers.
Massage parlors like to be in clinics in medical plazas. Anyway a nice house/apartment downtown could worth more than one in the suburbs because all the business owners fight for it.
Especially for the parlors in old town, they have fences and CCTVs, perhaps with uniformed guards, or along the main road, to make you feel safer. Nobody want to lose a wheel with their massage.
Even for the amateurs, they will have a decent gated apartment. It's hard to find one without a gate.
So it's pretty impossible to hold someone against their will, or not to give them chances to escape. Most girls will open the door and see you to the door.
I'm sure someone will want to find trafficked girls. But it's pretty ineffective to find it in CL, in many areas. If they have a codeword for it, they do not need CL at all.
The other main thing is what you want when you buy sex. In some cultures it's also called buying smile, as in the Land of Smiles. The common complain of "she just laid there" may be fitting the profile of being trafficked. But many willing and able girls started just like that, that men do not want in general.
There are always men who want to satisfy their darker desires. As far as the investigations go, it's not cheap as in CL. Pimps / agents are fairly protective even for girls who works because they have a lot of money to repay. They do not want their goods damaged or diseased. Dress them nice and put them in a nice apartment and they will do just fine without having to do extra admin work and take extra risk.
There are pimps/agents who advertise and promise you to earn $10,000 in a week, and put you in a large whore house. But that's another investigation. Not on CL anyway.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Craig's List vs trafficking
I have read the odd domestic trafficking victim's account. Before I debunk some of it, Craig's List adult services was closed down. It's never too late.
The victim:
I don't know about your city or county. The general lawless must be tolerated by politicians and LE. They just turn a blind eye to that part of the city that nobody cares. The incompentence of police blame it on CL.
The argument against Craig's List is that without it, the pimp do not have business and hence will not kidnap children. This is wrong is many ways. The usual argement is that the pimps will turn to the streets. It's not any easier to run away in that part of town where no decent person will dare to enter. If CL is any good, pimps will now know to find somewhere to advertise, Backpages, Cityvibe classfied, or the many classified online and in print.
The irony is that CL is forced to charge by anti-traffickers. It didn't acomplished anything as predicted. All pimps need to do is to buy a disposable phone to register an account, and pay for the ad with a prepared credit card.
The victim:
- kidnaped in front of her home at gun point
- force to sell sex in the most run down part of town
- ran for her life given the chance
I don't know about your city or county. The general lawless must be tolerated by politicians and LE. They just turn a blind eye to that part of the city that nobody cares. The incompentence of police blame it on CL.
The argument against Craig's List is that without it, the pimp do not have business and hence will not kidnap children. This is wrong is many ways. The usual argement is that the pimps will turn to the streets. It's not any easier to run away in that part of town where no decent person will dare to enter. If CL is any good, pimps will now know to find somewhere to advertise, Backpages, Cityvibe classfied, or the many classified online and in print.
The irony is that CL is forced to charge by anti-traffickers. It didn't acomplished anything as predicted. All pimps need to do is to buy a disposable phone to register an account, and pay for the ad with a prepared credit card.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Spell (and tongue scraping)
Sex work has a lot to do with spell. It's not exactly addiction. Sex workers use various way to make you come back for more, for the same girl. Not so much for main stream escorts, with main stream prices. Their nets are wide. You lose some but you easily win someone else. GFE is a kind of spell. If you do that you have a lot less competition.
Strippers and masseuse depend on spell more, the lesser "extra" they provide.
In a strip club, I was sitting on a "public" VIP area, on the same bench with other customers. The stripper next to me sit right on her client's dick, legs around on his back, arms around on his neck. They speak softly occasionally and he just enjoyed the moments. I can't see much in the dim lights but she had a nice outline and if her face wasn't up to standard, she wouldn't be sitting face to face.
He must be her regular. Of course this was also self advertising. If I returned to the club, who would I ask for? You don't get anything if you don't invest enough time and money, which is something I am afraid of. Once the spell works, it's not easy to get out of. Strippers may go out and go all the way, but with a price. If that stripper would go all the way, she wouldn't be wasting time sitting on her client's lap. I'm sure I would enjoy that sort of thing, just like her clients. But at the end it would not be totally fulfilling. It isn't worth the investment, well, before you get any spells on you.
Massage is different. At least you get a massage. An escort once hinted to me that a professional one hour massage cost $50 to $100, more in a spa. Giving you a nice long massage plus fucking just don't add up for the going rate. I agree. But I tend to find two girls who are best at their specialty. Imagine how happy I was when I discovered a secret clubhouse down the road from my fav masseuse's place.
I'm quite afraid of masseuses' spell. At the end of a massage a client is very vulnerable. They know how to give you the best view of their face and their hair. If they want an erection, they know where to push your buttons legally, with you having no options. If they don't, they know where your floaty air valve is, and you will never have an erection. I have done things and girls that I'm not proud of - and that's an understatement.
Once my fav masseuse's place was temporarily closed down by the city. The city will find any excuse to close them down. But I wish they provided any extras. The next door business owner gave me a business card. The massage parlor's owner also own another "clinic" about 20 miles away, where I worked. So I tried.
The masseuse came, who looked outstanding. Tall and slender. Very long stylish hair. Better than my fav except for the face. She never took off her doctor's white coat. The room was pretty dark. And she managed to avoid showing her face in one full hour. Without my glasses I can't figure out how she looked.
Her technique is professional, they all are. But she didn't want to be there, and I'm sure it was me. I don't fit her typically client profile so she wasn't motivated. Middle aged, well to do clients, with love handles to show for it, know how to tip enough. Without decent tips it's a very miserable job.
The other reason is that young single datable guys are very much potential troubles. I have seen college guys come to hit these college girls, 19 year old come to hit on 18 year old, etc. Older guys are more likely to come for the massage only, though hard working pretty girls get all the clients.
The place is so strict that I can't even have the chance to tip her. She walked out when time was up. I had to leave the standard issue from the ATM down at the night stand. I could have saved the money but I might come back, curious to see her face and how she looked with the doctor's coat off. There's no other places to go anyway, for the massage.
The next time I asked for Christina but the owner wouldn't give her to me. I knew because I often walk in at the best of times. Miss Plain came in instead. It was a big disappointment. She was so plain that it could have been deliberate. She is a little small so she could be in high school. She is very polite, obedience and must be a teachers' pet or parents' dream. There's nothing sexual about her appearance, hair, clothes, shoes included. But she isn't ugly, fat, or tomboy. She is just ... plain.
She is those silent workers who gives 100%. Maybe she can't compete on other levels. I couldn't break up a standard ATM bill for tips just because she wasn't that beautiful. I was happy getting her a few more times. When I got the spell and ask for Miss Plain, the owner wouldn't give her to me. Even though her girls are the most trust worthy I have seen, regarding extras, she didn't trust them to me.
Christina came in instead. Just when I bounded with Miss Plain, the owner tried to break us up. You have to know why the owner didn't trust her most trustworthy girls. Christina came in like a different person, giggling, and close the door as if she was locking the door and throwing away the key.
It is one of those times that make you wonder if not wearing the ring is an advantage. At the least, during the dreadful hour, it gives her the chance to fantasize to have such a boy friend. Then she could be shopping instead of giving the massage. Let the other pity girls do the massage.
She gave me decent foot massage - that nobody at her age (and much older) did. My fav didn't even touch my legs much. Her killer move was the abdomen press, as if squeezing semen out of your dick. You have to try it sometime. I really wanted to show her my erection, but I couldn't. Maybe I was really really tired, that's why I came for the first place. Or she knew how to deflate a floaty first, before doing any moves that have sexual side effects.
She respects that I don't talk much, but still trying to strike up some conversation. It came up something like I am so tired and I feel so good. She said in a very cute girly amusing voice, "But it's only Monday!".
That's the last time I saw her. I was afraid that I would be checking into Hotel California, and may never leave.
My fav's parlor reopened after they sort out the legal troubles. I told Sam that I went to the other place. She was almost angry. "They are very good.", she exclaimed, and I know. Probably they are from the same massage school, and corporate trained by the same owner. I understand from Sam's viewpoint that I have no reason not to see Christina instead of her. Worst of all, I worked near Christina, while Sam was at least 20 miles away, much more than an hour's round trip in traffic. I calm her by saying that I travel a lot, and her place is just a turn off the freeway on my way home. That's almost true, when I'm seeing other escorts worth seeing, except for Chanel and Emma.
It's a pity that so many nice things hit you all at once. Caught between Sam and Christina, I hesitated and hesitated, and at the end didn't see any of them any more. After all, Chanel's spell is irresistible (and unfortunately more expensive). Going all the way with a pretty girls isn't that unusual. What irresistible about Chanel is that she does tongue scraping, mutual of course. But I can't say it's really mutual with her all the time. She is a natural when it comes to giving you just enough to keep you. She isn't that calculating, but have that natural instinct.
When she took me for granted, she would stick her tongue out after some DFK, like a little girl making a funny face, without the funny part. You can scrap whatever you want but don't expect that she would reciprocal in kind. But when she sensed that her number one position is threatened, she would scrap you back, more suction DFK, more intense nipple sucking, even a little wet ball kissing, but not scraping it. But she can't even blow well, and you never expect to cum anywhere else except in the condom.
So, if your dictionary don't have tongue scraping, scrap it.
Strippers and masseuse depend on spell more, the lesser "extra" they provide.
In a strip club, I was sitting on a "public" VIP area, on the same bench with other customers. The stripper next to me sit right on her client's dick, legs around on his back, arms around on his neck. They speak softly occasionally and he just enjoyed the moments. I can't see much in the dim lights but she had a nice outline and if her face wasn't up to standard, she wouldn't be sitting face to face.
He must be her regular. Of course this was also self advertising. If I returned to the club, who would I ask for? You don't get anything if you don't invest enough time and money, which is something I am afraid of. Once the spell works, it's not easy to get out of. Strippers may go out and go all the way, but with a price. If that stripper would go all the way, she wouldn't be wasting time sitting on her client's lap. I'm sure I would enjoy that sort of thing, just like her clients. But at the end it would not be totally fulfilling. It isn't worth the investment, well, before you get any spells on you.
Massage is different. At least you get a massage. An escort once hinted to me that a professional one hour massage cost $50 to $100, more in a spa. Giving you a nice long massage plus fucking just don't add up for the going rate. I agree. But I tend to find two girls who are best at their specialty. Imagine how happy I was when I discovered a secret clubhouse down the road from my fav masseuse's place.
I'm quite afraid of masseuses' spell. At the end of a massage a client is very vulnerable. They know how to give you the best view of their face and their hair. If they want an erection, they know where to push your buttons legally, with you having no options. If they don't, they know where your floaty air valve is, and you will never have an erection. I have done things and girls that I'm not proud of - and that's an understatement.
Once my fav masseuse's place was temporarily closed down by the city. The city will find any excuse to close them down. But I wish they provided any extras. The next door business owner gave me a business card. The massage parlor's owner also own another "clinic" about 20 miles away, where I worked. So I tried.
The masseuse came, who looked outstanding. Tall and slender. Very long stylish hair. Better than my fav except for the face. She never took off her doctor's white coat. The room was pretty dark. And she managed to avoid showing her face in one full hour. Without my glasses I can't figure out how she looked.
Her technique is professional, they all are. But she didn't want to be there, and I'm sure it was me. I don't fit her typically client profile so she wasn't motivated. Middle aged, well to do clients, with love handles to show for it, know how to tip enough. Without decent tips it's a very miserable job.
The other reason is that young single datable guys are very much potential troubles. I have seen college guys come to hit these college girls, 19 year old come to hit on 18 year old, etc. Older guys are more likely to come for the massage only, though hard working pretty girls get all the clients.
The place is so strict that I can't even have the chance to tip her. She walked out when time was up. I had to leave the standard issue from the ATM down at the night stand. I could have saved the money but I might come back, curious to see her face and how she looked with the doctor's coat off. There's no other places to go anyway, for the massage.
The next time I asked for Christina but the owner wouldn't give her to me. I knew because I often walk in at the best of times. Miss Plain came in instead. It was a big disappointment. She was so plain that it could have been deliberate. She is a little small so she could be in high school. She is very polite, obedience and must be a teachers' pet or parents' dream. There's nothing sexual about her appearance, hair, clothes, shoes included. But she isn't ugly, fat, or tomboy. She is just ... plain.
She is those silent workers who gives 100%. Maybe she can't compete on other levels. I couldn't break up a standard ATM bill for tips just because she wasn't that beautiful. I was happy getting her a few more times. When I got the spell and ask for Miss Plain, the owner wouldn't give her to me. Even though her girls are the most trust worthy I have seen, regarding extras, she didn't trust them to me.
Christina came in instead. Just when I bounded with Miss Plain, the owner tried to break us up. You have to know why the owner didn't trust her most trustworthy girls. Christina came in like a different person, giggling, and close the door as if she was locking the door and throwing away the key.
It is one of those times that make you wonder if not wearing the ring is an advantage. At the least, during the dreadful hour, it gives her the chance to fantasize to have such a boy friend. Then she could be shopping instead of giving the massage. Let the other pity girls do the massage.
She gave me decent foot massage - that nobody at her age (and much older) did. My fav didn't even touch my legs much. Her killer move was the abdomen press, as if squeezing semen out of your dick. You have to try it sometime. I really wanted to show her my erection, but I couldn't. Maybe I was really really tired, that's why I came for the first place. Or she knew how to deflate a floaty first, before doing any moves that have sexual side effects.
She respects that I don't talk much, but still trying to strike up some conversation. It came up something like I am so tired and I feel so good. She said in a very cute girly amusing voice, "But it's only Monday!".
That's the last time I saw her. I was afraid that I would be checking into Hotel California, and may never leave.
My fav's parlor reopened after they sort out the legal troubles. I told Sam that I went to the other place. She was almost angry. "They are very good.", she exclaimed, and I know. Probably they are from the same massage school, and corporate trained by the same owner. I understand from Sam's viewpoint that I have no reason not to see Christina instead of her. Worst of all, I worked near Christina, while Sam was at least 20 miles away, much more than an hour's round trip in traffic. I calm her by saying that I travel a lot, and her place is just a turn off the freeway on my way home. That's almost true, when I'm seeing other escorts worth seeing, except for Chanel and Emma.
It's a pity that so many nice things hit you all at once. Caught between Sam and Christina, I hesitated and hesitated, and at the end didn't see any of them any more. After all, Chanel's spell is irresistible (and unfortunately more expensive). Going all the way with a pretty girls isn't that unusual. What irresistible about Chanel is that she does tongue scraping, mutual of course. But I can't say it's really mutual with her all the time. She is a natural when it comes to giving you just enough to keep you. She isn't that calculating, but have that natural instinct.
When she took me for granted, she would stick her tongue out after some DFK, like a little girl making a funny face, without the funny part. You can scrap whatever you want but don't expect that she would reciprocal in kind. But when she sensed that her number one position is threatened, she would scrap you back, more suction DFK, more intense nipple sucking, even a little wet ball kissing, but not scraping it. But she can't even blow well, and you never expect to cum anywhere else except in the condom.
So, if your dictionary don't have tongue scraping, scrap it.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Lindsay Lohan
Lindsay has a few things in common with my ATF, Chanel. They could have everything, yet they screw up big time. But still they can afford the detour so far.
Chanel's vice is gambling. She became a hooker to cover her debts because it's not a big deal for her friends who also did it. Once she did it, it's no big deal and she kept doing it to pay for her lifestyle.
They are about the same age. And because of who they are, they tend to get along with people older then them, and they tend to act more mature, superficially.
Lindsay and Chanel are not known for their bodies, but they are proportional, sexy, good looking with clothes on and off. They can't be models and in commercials but I prefer them to Paris Hilton any day.
They once have an angelic face, and no matter how screwed up they are, they still have it. Chanel looks like she has been in and out of prison, if you compare to Lindsay's pictures. At the worst of times, I would told myself that's the last time. It's not bad at all but she had no edge over other hookers. It came to a point when her looks do not worth putting up with her attitude. But everything can change for the better all of a sudden if she wants you, or your money.
Chanel always made me do things by looking into my eyes smiling, and move slowly to within an inch of my eyes. It was most effective when she had absolutely no makeup on.
It's not awkward hanging out with her. Top of the range sun glasses and high heels make her looks older than she is, standard issues for well to do housewives. Her favorite clients (who pay well) are all older so she can handle me, except for the occasional nuclear explosion.
I have healthy hair like a 20 year old, and the hair dressers will cut it like a 20 year old. The little salt and pepper that I treasure will be all gone after a haircut.
I have no railway lines on my forehead. Mrs Player neither. I have to research the old pictures of our parents to see if that's genetics or environmental (physical and mental). It's a sensation at school open day with our kids together.
On vacation my babe magnet in her floaty with half my genes managed to attract a swam of school girls in bikini, flocking to her like moth to fire. On another occasion a single mother with a better body than Lindsay showed off her body a few feet away from me, slowly and thoroughly rubbing on her sun screen. I was alone and the pool wasn't that crowded.
Imagine when just me taking my babe magnet out. People shout her name half a mile away, when I can't even remember her name. The problem is, I think, I don't wear my ring, using skin problems as an excuse to Mrs Player. So I never need to take it off for any reasons, will never lose it and get in trouble. Females who like babies consciously or unconsciously will not mind my instant one. As long as I can pay for everything, I cannot be the wrong guy it seems. I will wear my ring starting from the new school year.
Lindsay and Chanel at least have one good point about them. CD sunglasses, LV bags, Louboutin shoes are no longer their problems. Lindsay is obviously unfilled, though I don't know if she desires bigger toys. Chanel is way pass that. She would just settle for someone she could talk to, get along. Age is not the issue but still you have to be half as rich as her boyfriend - that's only to replace social security I would like to think.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Furniture sex
Tampon shredded into billion pieces in the sky. Hundreds of people cumming together, their deafening roar overcame the presence of the many waterfalls around the pool. I walked into and out of the sauna, which didn't helped. It was like meditation, but with one purpose only - sex.
Lovely teenagers in bikinis. There is nothing to see after a few seconds. There are perfect breasts, perfect bottoms, and perfect legs. But you get bored in a minute. Perhaps we are not looking for a perfect sculpture. Perhaps we are looking for a perfect oil painting.
A woman took a very short stroll down the pool, as if just to tell her husband that it's time for lunch. She had the perfect caramel tan, where you could see the brush strokes of the creator, rather than the uniformity of a machine. She had all the right shapes, and you want to look into her bikini top and bikini bottom to see if there are any sagging or flaws. She looked good from head to toe. She could have spent a lot for her above shoulder hair, but it looked housewifie and sexy when wet. She had a very simple slipper on, but perhaps just as mine, they are sexy and not cheap. You want to know what it feels like to make love to this woman. Not so much for Victoria's Secret models, as they don't look that real.
Alone, up in a sky razor, with the only company of the other odd sky razors, you feel lonelier than in any other convention centers. After depriving myself for the whole day, I did what I am familiar with.
I called an escort. And I wasn't having sex with furniture, but on them.
For middle class anti-prostitution activists, they cannot ban what they are most threatened by. Ask any front desk personnel. From time to time, young girls would bring in clients to business, 4 star, hotels, sign up a room using their own names. These clients are so afraid of being caught that they may not even tell the girls their real name. If you pay enough, that's the privileged of not being screened in the usual way. You cannot tell that the girls are escorts, if not for the fact that they bring in different "partners" every time. And some college aged girls looked too young that their IDs are checked for their age, to see if they are eligible to pay for a room.
And of course the numerous dancers in the telephone book. In a decent US city, you can have what you wanted, down to exact eye color and height, being brought to your room in under 30 minutes, for a hundred dollars or less. But sex is not cheap, and only offered as a favor to you. The asking price is always a grand, but highly negotiable. It's not at all expensive, considering that if they charge the TER price, there will be a long line and even longer reviews.
This escort wasn't one of those no-touch dancers. I'm off those a long time ago. That's what after you found your ATF (and then lost). She was down to earth attractive, able to blend in with the vacationers - and that's a big compliment. She has a face they you would want to look a bit more in the supermarket. And she looked good in a simple dress, without showing too much of her nice legs. She got through my door defense as if it was tofu.
"Do you mind mirrors?", I asked when she was settling down, sitting on the side of the bed. She's hesitating. It's not so much of the mirror, but what comes with it. It didn't help when I had to point to the bathroom repeatedly.
From sitting at the edge of the bed, she drew her legs onto the bed. She smiled at me, meaning that she was going to stay put, not going anywhere. She was trying to cute her way out.
I got closer. Seeing that she wasn't afraid of me, I carried her whole body up, unexpectedly but slowly. She didn't struggle when I carried her all the way to the bathroom. I put her down right in front of the huge and thick mirror behind the door. She did look good.
The light wasn't on, but there was an electronic switch with a dim LED on, for whatever reasons. I kept it that way, hoping that she would not change her mind. You can always turn on the lights later. Still I could take a good look at her, and very romantic, and very naughty like kids playing in the dark.
I held the lower edge of her dress with both hands, and lifted it up in a smooth act. She hesitated but raised her hands up before the dress got trapped at her arms. That's about the best that one would hope for, no stretch marks, no cellulite, no obvious (=bad) enhancements, no tattoos putting you off, no sagging and no junk in the trunk.
And before she could think, I held her tiny pantie at her waist with both my thumbs and index fingers. Then I kneel down smoothly. There went her pantie and she was naked in front of the huge highly reflective polished mirror, except for her tiny bra, which I decided not worth the time and effort to dismount it, in case she changed her mind about staying put.
All I wanted to do was to kiss her every inch from toes up in front of the mirror. But unlike some girls, she wasn't at ease. Instead of standing there calm like a statue on a pedestal, she would twist her ankles, her knees and her waists a little, in reaction to being kissed. Her biggest sin of all, when I turned her around as if she was on a porcelain making tool that rotates, she refused to let me get right behind her kneeling down. It's a pity that she had a firm round ass. What is she afraid of?
So I concentrated on holding her firm bottom cheeks with both hands, and dined away between her legs from the front. I embraced her legs like I was holding the back of a woman, tightly. And I kissed her pussy like kissing a woman, occasional vacuuming included.
Withing warning, I lifted her whole body up and placed her down sitting next to the bathroom sink, smoothly but quickly. It wasn't planned, but a natural plan B, when I realized that she wouldn't perform well at the mirror, not at her backside anyway. She knew what I was going to do, but she didn't protest. Plan C would be bending down on the sink worktop like a porn star. But I highly doubt if she would do that, with a big mirror in front of the sink.
I asked if she had condom in her tiny purse outside. Of course she had, these purses are best for carrying that. She didn't bring any secrets with her and I was trusted to go over that thing. I told her not to move a muscle, got out to put on the condom and got back right in front of her.
Literally, I tried to put my penis into her pussy with my right hand. It's always a difficult thing to do when there were no furniture millions of years ago. I remembered I gave up immediately when I though of doing it with Jamie of London. What worked for me is that I used my penis like a hand tool. I will get stiffer and she would get wetter as time went on, at least the passage will ease.
This time, to my horror, I discovered that it was a designer bathroom worktop! What it means is that it is taller than ordinary tables and worktops - stupid designers! For normal worktops and tables, my balls are cleared. In no way I'm going to crush my balls on the worktops. This designer thinks that my balls should be right below the edge of the worktop. That one inch of height makes all the difference. It was as important as two warriors in a death match, where minor specifications of their weapons are crucial.
I wasn't going to give up easily with her sitting demurely naked at the sink, leaning on a big mirror behind her, and seeing myself through the huge mirror behind the bathroom door.
I tiptoed. Then I worked my way in for the penetration. My style is to pull out completely from time to time, as if I doubt if I'm doing the right thing, an excuse to stimulate her more. The fun began when I was fully in. She was still very composed, almost smiling, sitting comfortably on the high sink bench, thinking that I couldn't do any harm tiptoeing. But soon she knew she was wrong.
A piece of rock (fake marble) is different from any mattress. I held her waist tight and pounded away. I felt the edge of the worktop at every stroke, between my penis and my balls, but she was my cushion. I penetrated deep, and her expression showed. Also, the worktop was narrower than normal, so she didn't have any space to lean back from. It was close, face to face close.
Soon she had nothing in her mind other than expecting my every stroke. I gave her pause by standing still, fondling her breasts, or pulling out completely to suck them, only to race back in like a rocket.
Other than that I didn't want to disturb the flow of things. The only other thing I could do was to kiss her. She didn't mind when I was starting to be gross on her cheeks. Her mind was totally down there, enjoying it or otherwise thinking of how to duck out of it. There was little resistance when I kissed her lips gently. The vacuum started when her head was backup against the mirror.
My tongue was working its way into her mouth. I was going to insert my whole tongue into her throat, so to speak, or I was going to suck her whole tongue out. But then she felt that it was all too much. She held my neck very tight as if she was getting very excited.
Chanel did the same thing at times. Fuck me silly but don't look at me, shy of her emotions, whatever it is. At this point, she didn't care what I could do to her, as long as I could finish in one minute or ten. I could throw her up in the air and drop her down onto my penis. But I wasn't that strong.
I had two free hands and I wasn't afraid that she would fall from the bench while holding me tight. So I pulled her hips onto me when I was making every stroke. She was a good sex toy, better than anything man made. Bed and furniture are certainly different.
I came. She wouldn't release me from her arms before I was completely done, as if it was safe again to do so after. I gave her a light thank you kiss on her cheek, then pulled out while putting a towel there. I usually do that for girl friends to avoid fluids going dripping everywhere, on the bench and on the floor. For her I think it would be polite, useful. I walked straight into the bathtub, drew the curtains and took a shower. It was my way of leaving her alone to do her cleanup, mentally and physically.
Of course I invited her into the shower out of politeness. I would be worry if she accepted. I wouldn't want to have a sloppy second even if I wanted to pay for it again.
Soon I was out of the bathroom, and she was waiting for me to say goodbye. She did asked me indirectly how much longer I was staying there. Maybe she didn't want to be punished again, but business is business. A few more days is my typical answer on auto pilot. Maybe I was going straight to the airport afterward, but there's no harm to let her know that she did a very good job and may be getting more money from me. And probably she would forget all about my answer and what I did, if she doesn't see me ever again.
Lovely teenagers in bikinis. There is nothing to see after a few seconds. There are perfect breasts, perfect bottoms, and perfect legs. But you get bored in a minute. Perhaps we are not looking for a perfect sculpture. Perhaps we are looking for a perfect oil painting.
A woman took a very short stroll down the pool, as if just to tell her husband that it's time for lunch. She had the perfect caramel tan, where you could see the brush strokes of the creator, rather than the uniformity of a machine. She had all the right shapes, and you want to look into her bikini top and bikini bottom to see if there are any sagging or flaws. She looked good from head to toe. She could have spent a lot for her above shoulder hair, but it looked housewifie and sexy when wet. She had a very simple slipper on, but perhaps just as mine, they are sexy and not cheap. You want to know what it feels like to make love to this woman. Not so much for Victoria's Secret models, as they don't look that real.
Alone, up in a sky razor, with the only company of the other odd sky razors, you feel lonelier than in any other convention centers. After depriving myself for the whole day, I did what I am familiar with.
I called an escort. And I wasn't having sex with furniture, but on them.
For middle class anti-prostitution activists, they cannot ban what they are most threatened by. Ask any front desk personnel. From time to time, young girls would bring in clients to business, 4 star, hotels, sign up a room using their own names. These clients are so afraid of being caught that they may not even tell the girls their real name. If you pay enough, that's the privileged of not being screened in the usual way. You cannot tell that the girls are escorts, if not for the fact that they bring in different "partners" every time. And some college aged girls looked too young that their IDs are checked for their age, to see if they are eligible to pay for a room.
And of course the numerous dancers in the telephone book. In a decent US city, you can have what you wanted, down to exact eye color and height, being brought to your room in under 30 minutes, for a hundred dollars or less. But sex is not cheap, and only offered as a favor to you. The asking price is always a grand, but highly negotiable. It's not at all expensive, considering that if they charge the TER price, there will be a long line and even longer reviews.
This escort wasn't one of those no-touch dancers. I'm off those a long time ago. That's what after you found your ATF (and then lost). She was down to earth attractive, able to blend in with the vacationers - and that's a big compliment. She has a face they you would want to look a bit more in the supermarket. And she looked good in a simple dress, without showing too much of her nice legs. She got through my door defense as if it was tofu.
"Do you mind mirrors?", I asked when she was settling down, sitting on the side of the bed. She's hesitating. It's not so much of the mirror, but what comes with it. It didn't help when I had to point to the bathroom repeatedly.
From sitting at the edge of the bed, she drew her legs onto the bed. She smiled at me, meaning that she was going to stay put, not going anywhere. She was trying to cute her way out.
I got closer. Seeing that she wasn't afraid of me, I carried her whole body up, unexpectedly but slowly. She didn't struggle when I carried her all the way to the bathroom. I put her down right in front of the huge and thick mirror behind the door. She did look good.
The light wasn't on, but there was an electronic switch with a dim LED on, for whatever reasons. I kept it that way, hoping that she would not change her mind. You can always turn on the lights later. Still I could take a good look at her, and very romantic, and very naughty like kids playing in the dark.
I held the lower edge of her dress with both hands, and lifted it up in a smooth act. She hesitated but raised her hands up before the dress got trapped at her arms. That's about the best that one would hope for, no stretch marks, no cellulite, no obvious (=bad) enhancements, no tattoos putting you off, no sagging and no junk in the trunk.
And before she could think, I held her tiny pantie at her waist with both my thumbs and index fingers. Then I kneel down smoothly. There went her pantie and she was naked in front of the huge highly reflective polished mirror, except for her tiny bra, which I decided not worth the time and effort to dismount it, in case she changed her mind about staying put.
All I wanted to do was to kiss her every inch from toes up in front of the mirror. But unlike some girls, she wasn't at ease. Instead of standing there calm like a statue on a pedestal, she would twist her ankles, her knees and her waists a little, in reaction to being kissed. Her biggest sin of all, when I turned her around as if she was on a porcelain making tool that rotates, she refused to let me get right behind her kneeling down. It's a pity that she had a firm round ass. What is she afraid of?
So I concentrated on holding her firm bottom cheeks with both hands, and dined away between her legs from the front. I embraced her legs like I was holding the back of a woman, tightly. And I kissed her pussy like kissing a woman, occasional vacuuming included.
I asked if she had condom in her tiny purse outside. Of course she had, these purses are best for carrying that. She didn't bring any secrets with her and I was trusted to go over that thing. I told her not to move a muscle, got out to put on the condom and got back right in front of her.
Literally, I tried to put my penis into her pussy with my right hand. It's always a difficult thing to do when there were no furniture millions of years ago. I remembered I gave up immediately when I though of doing it with Jamie of London. What worked for me is that I used my penis like a hand tool. I will get stiffer and she would get wetter as time went on, at least the passage will ease.
This time, to my horror, I discovered that it was a designer bathroom worktop! What it means is that it is taller than ordinary tables and worktops - stupid designers! For normal worktops and tables, my balls are cleared. In no way I'm going to crush my balls on the worktops. This designer thinks that my balls should be right below the edge of the worktop. That one inch of height makes all the difference. It was as important as two warriors in a death match, where minor specifications of their weapons are crucial.
I wasn't going to give up easily with her sitting demurely naked at the sink, leaning on a big mirror behind her, and seeing myself through the huge mirror behind the bathroom door.
I tiptoed. Then I worked my way in for the penetration. My style is to pull out completely from time to time, as if I doubt if I'm doing the right thing, an excuse to stimulate her more. The fun began when I was fully in. She was still very composed, almost smiling, sitting comfortably on the high sink bench, thinking that I couldn't do any harm tiptoeing. But soon she knew she was wrong.
A piece of rock (fake marble) is different from any mattress. I held her waist tight and pounded away. I felt the edge of the worktop at every stroke, between my penis and my balls, but she was my cushion. I penetrated deep, and her expression showed. Also, the worktop was narrower than normal, so she didn't have any space to lean back from. It was close, face to face close.
Soon she had nothing in her mind other than expecting my every stroke. I gave her pause by standing still, fondling her breasts, or pulling out completely to suck them, only to race back in like a rocket.
Other than that I didn't want to disturb the flow of things. The only other thing I could do was to kiss her. She didn't mind when I was starting to be gross on her cheeks. Her mind was totally down there, enjoying it or otherwise thinking of how to duck out of it. There was little resistance when I kissed her lips gently. The vacuum started when her head was backup against the mirror.
My tongue was working its way into her mouth. I was going to insert my whole tongue into her throat, so to speak, or I was going to suck her whole tongue out. But then she felt that it was all too much. She held my neck very tight as if she was getting very excited.
Chanel did the same thing at times. Fuck me silly but don't look at me, shy of her emotions, whatever it is. At this point, she didn't care what I could do to her, as long as I could finish in one minute or ten. I could throw her up in the air and drop her down onto my penis. But I wasn't that strong.
I had two free hands and I wasn't afraid that she would fall from the bench while holding me tight. So I pulled her hips onto me when I was making every stroke. She was a good sex toy, better than anything man made. Bed and furniture are certainly different.
I came. She wouldn't release me from her arms before I was completely done, as if it was safe again to do so after. I gave her a light thank you kiss on her cheek, then pulled out while putting a towel there. I usually do that for girl friends to avoid fluids going dripping everywhere, on the bench and on the floor. For her I think it would be polite, useful. I walked straight into the bathtub, drew the curtains and took a shower. It was my way of leaving her alone to do her cleanup, mentally and physically.
Of course I invited her into the shower out of politeness. I would be worry if she accepted. I wouldn't want to have a sloppy second even if I wanted to pay for it again.
Soon I was out of the bathroom, and she was waiting for me to say goodbye. She did asked me indirectly how much longer I was staying there. Maybe she didn't want to be punished again, but business is business. A few more days is my typical answer on auto pilot. Maybe I was going straight to the airport afterward, but there's no harm to let her know that she did a very good job and may be getting more money from me. And probably she would forget all about my answer and what I did, if she doesn't see me ever again.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
What to do with flat chested women?
Kate Hudson isn't my type, but if I post other pictures, very likely they would be banned, even by Google. Even a topless Kate will be banned in Australia.
The one I saw was a little smaller than the one I remembered most: who is tall and leggy. A flat chested woman is never flat like a man. If you look closely the curves are there, shaped like a pyramid with fat tissue trapped inside at the point of bursting. Also there's more than enough to satisfy your hand, but it have to be handled differently. On top of her shapely legs, she has a bigger hip and curvier waist than teen models.
She is about 25, young enough not to try anything to looker younger, not any signs of nor any worries about aging. Full of confidence including her small chest. On the other hand she moves like a pro, with whatever in her hand or mouth, in and out of bed, vertical, horizontal or kneeling down.
Back to the present. This girl wore a tiny vest and Brazilian bottom, which is way better than a clumsy bra. She knew I couldn't stop staring at her tits through her wafer thin vest, and she had no rush to take it off, which was a nice touch. After breaking the ice she sat at the side of the bed, and so I followed.
Soon my hand was wrapped round her back playing with her tits. It started as very gentle massage on a broad area so as not to be too awkward. Then I concentrated on fingering rubbing her nipples when she didn't mind being played that way, and her nipples reacted naturally. Then I slowly rolled up her vest to take a good look while playing with her nipples. While holding one of her breast from across her back, my other hand became a nipple clamp. I applied force carefully until her nipples were erect. Then I sort of pinched her continuously on her nipples. I applied more force but careful not to freak her out and never return my calls again.
It could be awkward but I was totally self absorbed to notice anything but her chest and nipples. She wouldn't care about anything because I was obviously losing my mind and wouldn't think of anything else.
I loved that she encouraged me to take my time. She wasn't setup for high volumes, and her price made sure of that. And flat chested were never that popular. My hands, specifically index fingers and thumbs, took their time, until my mouth couldn't resist any more.
I let go of her tits and signed her to get onto bed, flat. With one hand trying to squeeze more fat tissue out of her, my mouth homed in like another nipple clamp. With all four fingers between her legs, I gripped her pussy forcefully and steadily. With her Brazilian still on, I wasn't stimulating her down there. For girl friends, it used to mean "you are my property", "get ready for sex". For call girls it properly means "you are my property, I rented it". My hand wasn't doing anything. It's good to grip onto something and her pussy was the perfect place to go.
After I concentrated on her nipples long enough, I pulled her Brazilian, without taking it off. Anything tight round the hips, etching into the hips like a rope, turns me on. Then I was stimulating her pussy with fingers. It was rewarding as she has juice, plenty of it. The problem was that, nothing was done on her other nipple. It was clumsy for me but I had to do it. I got on top, clamped on both of her nipples with my mouth and one hand. For the other hand I kept giving her a pussy rub.
She became very tense, because of the pain in her nipples, or because of the pleasure, or both, usually. She was very tense as if having mini orgasms building up for the big one, or she was going to have a big one, but I didn't care that much.
I was going in missionary style, but figured that it wouldn't work. It would be a pretty sight looking at her chest, or what I would be doing on her chest, and her facial reactions. But it would be clumsy and uncomfortable using my mouth. And I couldn't use both of my hands simultaneously, or else my full body weight would be on her chest, supported by my fingers.
So I got behind her and pushed her sideways. Of course it was the spoon. I could squeeze more out of her with both of my hands than at the front. When my hands wasn't squeezing my index fingers and thumbs were working very hard, as if punishing her sometimes.
Her Brazilian was still on because she didn't need to spread her legs. I inserted and tried to fuck her silly so she wouldn't notice what's happening on her chest. Of course she noticed. From time to time her hands would be on top on my hands, squeezing uncontrollably as if she wasn't getting enough, or trying to mentally soothe her nipples.
When I couldn't control my fingers, I would give her a big warning, licking her between her neck and her shoulder, and bite on the soft tissues, gently first and then hard. Luckily she didn't need to push me away. I hope any teeth marks and finger marks were temporary.
It was hard to hang on, doing what I was doing and enjoying all the pleasures. I couldn't hang on any more when I felt her orgasmic reaction. In my mind I flooded her pussy many times over. But probably I flooded the condom, again.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Callgirl clients' are intrinsically boring, so are their blogs. That goes for callgirls but much more can happen in a single day, and that I am not qualified to say anything for them.
If you don't have special reasons to do sex field "research" all the time, you can imagine the sort of person you are getting - single couldn't get laid, addicted to sex with pretty or not so pretty woman, unhappy marriage, etc.
Clients do not usually have personally interaction online. Online is about anonymity. Those who chat too much about who they see will inevitably giving out their identity. These vocal groups, if you don't belong, will be more boring (single, not afraid of revealing their identity, ...) and they paint a distorted picture that is not of interest to you.
The more interesting groups are group hunters, doing it together. And I don't mean multiple clients doing it at the same time, thought you can of course try. The most interesting I heard are a group of middle aged friends sharing a play flat hidden from their spouses. I have many invitations from these groups, but sooner or later you don't want the commitment. If there is a amazing girl in town and it may be your turn to try and report back to the group. Also you may not hide your favorite. It's not a big problem but if you know the other guys fucking the same woman, you tend to be less connected and even less communications even for the trivial things.
People expect reviews from clients, free or otherwise, on boards or your own blog. They want to get the best girls with the least money. I once had my own review blog and I had plenty of followers in the general sense. But most of them weren't even willing to open their mouth. If they say something they are afraid that I will find out they are just another freebie reviewer seeker, discouraging me to write more. By silence they encourage me to write, hoping that I give up some useful information in the process.
You cannot write something that is secret or semi secret. Confession to illegal sex is one thing, inviting someone to go after you is another.
Writing reviews don't work either. No body is interest in how you fuck another nameless woman unless there's something new. Writing for review hunters, sooner or later you will be either discredited or being taken too seriously. You can't publicly criticize an agency who sent you a lemon once a blue moon, or once a while. You can't just write that her picture is taken 10 years ago but you had a wonderful time. I always tried to be uninfluenced by writing reviews that happened months or even in recent years, and that I only write about girls that I see once or twice. But I think some girls know who the writer was, just by comparing notes - who is the suspect who met them all. I think once my play number is in the blacklist of some ripoff agencies. They don't even bother to return my calls - but otherwise every call is a prospect for them.
I also suspect that I got VIP treatment by some girls that I never met, went to the hair and nail saloon just before seeing me, or put on their best outfit. Though occasionally I got VIP treatment because of some other more tangible reasons. Say if you are an Arab, that I'm not (or am I?), you can play the oil prince card or the student card or the spy card.
Men look for graphics while women words. So I doubt if my words have any sexual appeal at all, apart from the occasionally funny story or useful off-the-beaten-track information.
Again confessional goes only so far. The really deep, dark secrets (do I have any?) will turn off many, that you can do without by not writing.
If you don't have special reasons to do sex field "research" all the time, you can imagine the sort of person you are getting - single couldn't get laid, addicted to sex with pretty or not so pretty woman, unhappy marriage, etc.
Clients do not usually have personally interaction online. Online is about anonymity. Those who chat too much about who they see will inevitably giving out their identity. These vocal groups, if you don't belong, will be more boring (single, not afraid of revealing their identity, ...) and they paint a distorted picture that is not of interest to you.
The more interesting groups are group hunters, doing it together. And I don't mean multiple clients doing it at the same time, thought you can of course try. The most interesting I heard are a group of middle aged friends sharing a play flat hidden from their spouses. I have many invitations from these groups, but sooner or later you don't want the commitment. If there is a amazing girl in town and it may be your turn to try and report back to the group. Also you may not hide your favorite. It's not a big problem but if you know the other guys fucking the same woman, you tend to be less connected and even less communications even for the trivial things.
People expect reviews from clients, free or otherwise, on boards or your own blog. They want to get the best girls with the least money. I once had my own review blog and I had plenty of followers in the general sense. But most of them weren't even willing to open their mouth. If they say something they are afraid that I will find out they are just another freebie reviewer seeker, discouraging me to write more. By silence they encourage me to write, hoping that I give up some useful information in the process.
You cannot write something that is secret or semi secret. Confession to illegal sex is one thing, inviting someone to go after you is another.
Writing reviews don't work either. No body is interest in how you fuck another nameless woman unless there's something new. Writing for review hunters, sooner or later you will be either discredited or being taken too seriously. You can't publicly criticize an agency who sent you a lemon once a blue moon, or once a while. You can't just write that her picture is taken 10 years ago but you had a wonderful time. I always tried to be uninfluenced by writing reviews that happened months or even in recent years, and that I only write about girls that I see once or twice. But I think some girls know who the writer was, just by comparing notes - who is the suspect who met them all. I think once my play number is in the blacklist of some ripoff agencies. They don't even bother to return my calls - but otherwise every call is a prospect for them.
I also suspect that I got VIP treatment by some girls that I never met, went to the hair and nail saloon just before seeing me, or put on their best outfit. Though occasionally I got VIP treatment because of some other more tangible reasons. Say if you are an Arab, that I'm not (or am I?), you can play the oil prince card or the student card or the spy card.
Men look for graphics while women words. So I doubt if my words have any sexual appeal at all, apart from the occasionally funny story or useful off-the-beaten-track information.
Again confessional goes only so far. The really deep, dark secrets (do I have any?) will turn off many, that you can do without by not writing.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Nightclub hostess wearing school uniform to work
I saw the news that in one Asian country, schoolgirls of a particular high/secondary school are complaining that they are interfered by local males on they way home, who cannot tell whether they are the real thing, or the hostesses of a nightclub, which requires all hostesses to wear a close imitation of the uniform.
Say in Thailand, new schools are making big efforts in designing the uniform as part of their marketing campaign. Obviously, all other things being equal, girls will pick the school with prettier uniform. You have only one chance to get it right. Uniform is traditionally a big thing for the Thais, even university students wear them!
It will come to a point that a particular school uniform will become the fantasy of all males in the city or in the whole nation. This is so for the school in the news. It's not surprising that the nightclub requires hostess to wear the uniform. This has to be a good club if they have the goods, that all girls can fit in one and look cute.
As for why they are wearing it to work, it's free promotion. It's like restaurant hostess or car models or beer promotion models. The girls may not like it but in Asia they don't have much room, or any at all, allocated for changing. That's not a big deal as you can easily spot out of place very fancy or very sophisticated women taking public transport alone. Very likely they are hostesses, particularly the destination is some red light districts. And from time to time someone think of something to bypass the law and employ real students to work on something adult straight after school.
I'm sorry for the girls in the school. I'm sure until 30, many women can fit into that uniform and look the part, with little or a lot of makeover.
It dawned on me that famous schoolgirl uniforms outlast many landmarks. You know in Asian cities at times old buildings are constantly replaced by new ones, and then newer ones. Schools are there for 50 years, 100 years. I never heard of schools modifying their uniform.
My first school is one of these schools, where the girls are the fantasy of every grown man or boy in town. God knows how many years they were there before me entering as a kindergartner. They are still going strong after moving a few times, at least I can see that their new or used uniform are still sold online.
But sadly, they will be closing soon. And true to being a business, I think their cut off point is when the enrollment year ceases to be profitable. So I still have time for a trip if I so desires. But I'm sure their uniform will outlast the school, in private collections.
Say in Thailand, new schools are making big efforts in designing the uniform as part of their marketing campaign. Obviously, all other things being equal, girls will pick the school with prettier uniform. You have only one chance to get it right. Uniform is traditionally a big thing for the Thais, even university students wear them!
It will come to a point that a particular school uniform will become the fantasy of all males in the city or in the whole nation. This is so for the school in the news. It's not surprising that the nightclub requires hostess to wear the uniform. This has to be a good club if they have the goods, that all girls can fit in one and look cute.
As for why they are wearing it to work, it's free promotion. It's like restaurant hostess or car models or beer promotion models. The girls may not like it but in Asia they don't have much room, or any at all, allocated for changing. That's not a big deal as you can easily spot out of place very fancy or very sophisticated women taking public transport alone. Very likely they are hostesses, particularly the destination is some red light districts. And from time to time someone think of something to bypass the law and employ real students to work on something adult straight after school.
I'm sorry for the girls in the school. I'm sure until 30, many women can fit into that uniform and look the part, with little or a lot of makeover.
It dawned on me that famous schoolgirl uniforms outlast many landmarks. You know in Asian cities at times old buildings are constantly replaced by new ones, and then newer ones. Schools are there for 50 years, 100 years. I never heard of schools modifying their uniform.
My first school is one of these schools, where the girls are the fantasy of every grown man or boy in town. God knows how many years they were there before me entering as a kindergartner. They are still going strong after moving a few times, at least I can see that their new or used uniform are still sold online.
But sadly, they will be closing soon. And true to being a business, I think their cut off point is when the enrollment year ceases to be profitable. So I still have time for a trip if I so desires. But I'm sure their uniform will outlast the school, in private collections.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The plunger
Look what I find in a hardware store? I tried the blue end, which has good suction on fat tissues. Anyone willing to try the other end?Chanel and I cannot keep any toys at home, boyfriend and wife. At least I'm telling the truth. I can but I can't easily smuggle it out and back in without detection. Once I heard that the old sonic electric brush, bigger and stronger, was a rather good vibrator. I smuggle one out but she wouldn't try it. She challenge me to get a real one. Never did.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Mrs Player still makes herself pretty going out, enjoying "you are at most 25" compliments. A casual little black dress too much see-through in sunlight, and a sexy simplest slipper with just a V strap but decorated with cute crystals. I took a good at her and she knew I wanted to fuck her and she said no. When she came home she will wear a very comfy pajama fit for grandma.
The typical Princess syndrome is "if you don't give me what I want, I'll find someone else that does." Why she doesn't think of working for what she wants like everybody else? Is that what you really want and willing to pay the price? "Working for it" include team work such as caddies and water boys. But Mrs Player is like a stun bomb every other day. Maybe I understand someone taking care of a mental patient. Maybe I understand someone with maniac depressing - when she explodes every simple task for me is a struggle.
At least one kid inherits my legs and 4/5 of my toes, which are good things. My kids are rather popular. What car pool? They get free rides to school.
I enjoy going to school on occasions. When you were young, you fantasize about tall curvy full grown woman with fancy outfit and makeover. I still do but when you grow old, you tend to mesmerize by the image of your innocent little girl friends. Many of these school girls are at their best years in terms of proportion - the longest leg ever and they can get away with a tight tiny short and a slipper.
Surreally I saw the queen bee types walking pass me as in TV. They always walk in three's. You can't resist glancing them without turning my head from where it was. They want you to look to test their powers.
When my daughter was small she used to be proud of me. When there are other parents and kids around she would cling onto me much more as if to say this is my handsome father. Now not so much, perhaps I don't try that hard to fit in with other parents. I'm a geek at heart. My kids turn out OK. They are sociable and I leave the socializing for them to handle. I'm always proud to show off my kids, but didn't think that way when they are small. Now I'm consciously proud of them when they are next to me.
I always want a racing bike when I was a little boy, but there's no place to put it, and little place to ride it. Only in college did buying a bike make sense when living on campus. The new bike was more memorable than my first car. But the bike was stolen in no time - I learned that campus was a black hole for bikes where no chain lock cannot be cut apart.
It's a long story but I had insurance. One day I was picking up my replacement bike in a shop on high street, which gradually became a high fashion street where many older shops moved or didn't survive. The bike accessories were covered so I was looking around to try fitting them on the bike.
I was alone and a man came in asking me if I had the bike replacement part on his greasy hand. He thought I was staff. I wasn't clear enough telling him that I was only a customer. In the confusion he asked me again for help. I wished I let him know more clearly that I cared. Somehow I had the image of a kid waiting for his dad to fix his tricycle. It wasn't sad. The guy didn't look rich but most likely one could afford to get a new tricycle if it was beyond repair. Somehow that guy became a symbol associated with fatherhood.
My smallest kid out grew her tricycle. So she inherit her sister's bike. So I had to get a new bike for the sister. I can give everybody a new bike, but that doesn't seem right. The small guy is used to inheriting by now. She is just happy riding her sister's bigger bike with training wheels. Her sister's shiny new bike didn't bother her. She also asked when I'm going to sell the old tricycle. Most likely it's hard to find charity to accept donations other than cash. If you give things away most likely those are junk collectors selling the goods in swap meets, and dumping them in the trash when they are not selling fast enough. Selling it on Craigslist for whatever sum is like finding the tricycle a good home, and the best for recycling.
Thanks to Mrs Player that tricycle is top of the range. I'm sure every father has fond memories on tricycles. So I spent the day in the garage assembling the new bike, and cleaning up the old bikes, peeling off old stickers, oiling moving parts, tightening the screws, adjusting the heights of seats and handle bars. And preparing the tricycle for a new good home one way or the other. I'm just another man turning into that man with the broken tricycle part.
My elder daughter will be riding her brand new bike to visit her friends all by herself in the neighborhood. Luckily, the days when she will be picking up by her 16 year old boyfriend with a car is still far away, or so I hope far enough.
Johns suffer image problems but many are normal ordinary people really.
The typical Princess syndrome is "if you don't give me what I want, I'll find someone else that does." Why she doesn't think of working for what she wants like everybody else? Is that what you really want and willing to pay the price? "Working for it" include team work such as caddies and water boys. But Mrs Player is like a stun bomb every other day. Maybe I understand someone taking care of a mental patient. Maybe I understand someone with maniac depressing - when she explodes every simple task for me is a struggle.
At least one kid inherits my legs and 4/5 of my toes, which are good things. My kids are rather popular. What car pool? They get free rides to school.
I enjoy going to school on occasions. When you were young, you fantasize about tall curvy full grown woman with fancy outfit and makeover. I still do but when you grow old, you tend to mesmerize by the image of your innocent little girl friends. Many of these school girls are at their best years in terms of proportion - the longest leg ever and they can get away with a tight tiny short and a slipper.
Surreally I saw the queen bee types walking pass me as in TV. They always walk in three's. You can't resist glancing them without turning my head from where it was. They want you to look to test their powers.
When my daughter was small she used to be proud of me. When there are other parents and kids around she would cling onto me much more as if to say this is my handsome father. Now not so much, perhaps I don't try that hard to fit in with other parents. I'm a geek at heart. My kids turn out OK. They are sociable and I leave the socializing for them to handle. I'm always proud to show off my kids, but didn't think that way when they are small. Now I'm consciously proud of them when they are next to me.
I always want a racing bike when I was a little boy, but there's no place to put it, and little place to ride it. Only in college did buying a bike make sense when living on campus. The new bike was more memorable than my first car. But the bike was stolen in no time - I learned that campus was a black hole for bikes where no chain lock cannot be cut apart.
It's a long story but I had insurance. One day I was picking up my replacement bike in a shop on high street, which gradually became a high fashion street where many older shops moved or didn't survive. The bike accessories were covered so I was looking around to try fitting them on the bike.
I was alone and a man came in asking me if I had the bike replacement part on his greasy hand. He thought I was staff. I wasn't clear enough telling him that I was only a customer. In the confusion he asked me again for help. I wished I let him know more clearly that I cared. Somehow I had the image of a kid waiting for his dad to fix his tricycle. It wasn't sad. The guy didn't look rich but most likely one could afford to get a new tricycle if it was beyond repair. Somehow that guy became a symbol associated with fatherhood.
My smallest kid out grew her tricycle. So she inherit her sister's bike. So I had to get a new bike for the sister. I can give everybody a new bike, but that doesn't seem right. The small guy is used to inheriting by now. She is just happy riding her sister's bigger bike with training wheels. Her sister's shiny new bike didn't bother her. She also asked when I'm going to sell the old tricycle. Most likely it's hard to find charity to accept donations other than cash. If you give things away most likely those are junk collectors selling the goods in swap meets, and dumping them in the trash when they are not selling fast enough. Selling it on Craigslist for whatever sum is like finding the tricycle a good home, and the best for recycling.
Thanks to Mrs Player that tricycle is top of the range. I'm sure every father has fond memories on tricycles. So I spent the day in the garage assembling the new bike, and cleaning up the old bikes, peeling off old stickers, oiling moving parts, tightening the screws, adjusting the heights of seats and handle bars. And preparing the tricycle for a new good home one way or the other. I'm just another man turning into that man with the broken tricycle part.
My elder daughter will be riding her brand new bike to visit her friends all by herself in the neighborhood. Luckily, the days when she will be picking up by her 16 year old boyfriend with a car is still far away, or so I hope far enough.
Johns suffer image problems but many are normal ordinary people really.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The vertical spoon
I don't do positions by the book. I know what I like and the positions I take will also depends very much on the other person, and on circumstances. It's instinctive. You don't think of what you are going to do. When the girl at the door isn't what you have exactly in mind, there's not a lot that you can do to her. When she is a pleasant surprise, you are on auto pilot, doing the same favorite things over and over again.
One day, it dawned on me why I didn't think of trying the vertical spoon? (Not sure what it's called.) I love doggy but only to watch. Where you are at it yourself, there's not much to look at and not much to grab. Pulling her up, doing it behind her while both kneeling is a different story.
I like spoon but there's nothing much to see while doing it sideways on the bed, even with a mirror close by. Once I caught a glimpse on Chanel's face. She was a little crossed like a little girl. You can almost see two pocket of air in her cheeks. She was not happy because I was having a very good time behind her, grabbing her hard all around uncontrollably, and was pounding her harder and longer than usual. I'm sure she was happy for me, and had no intention to disrupt me. She was just blaming her luck that day. It was so cute.
BTW Chanel admitted that she didn't even like to blow. If I don't ask she would stop after a preset time. She don't like me to watch and she will cover her head with her long hair. Once she promised to do it by the mirror. Once she promised to use a big hair clip to wrap up her hair like before a shower. But I forgot about it, or she ducked her way out.
After a doggy, all I have in mind is to try to press the girl down, fucking her like two pizzas on top of each other. It doesn't matter if we are flat on the bed, on a pile of pillows, or bended on the side of the bed. Of course it usually ended up in a spoon with more penetration and more freedom of the hands, and more comfortable.
Why I didn't think of pulling her up instead? Of course there has to be a mirror to watch everything. Both of my hands will be free to do whatever, though I doubt if they will leave the breasts for long.
Even if Chanel is around, she doesn't like to be watched. She is not shy but like she said, to be caught in the face and naked, and with someone, is the end of it. It applies to her clients with spouses as well as her. Anything else you might explain away, and everybody wants to hear what they want to hear. She is particularly sensitive to late model cell phones and laptops. She won't go near them. And she like to remain horizontal so she cannot be recognizable.
On the first date I doubt if anybody will want to do that. More often you don't want to look at the girl that way. And even more often the woman will not want you to look at her like that, so you may come back next time.
So I tried on Mrs Player. But you have to wait on the right alignments of the constellations. I pulled her up successfully while on the doggy. I have no problem fucking her kneeling down but not as intense. She is still a looker, even naked. Just when my hands started to roam around, she slipped down onto bed. So we fall back onto the spoon. She likes it because she can masturbate her clitoris while I'm penetrating. That guarantees an intense orgasm and may be multiples. That's something I lead her to do. And that's the few things she picked up gradually without too much encouragement.
One day, it dawned on me why I didn't think of trying the vertical spoon? (Not sure what it's called.) I love doggy but only to watch. Where you are at it yourself, there's not much to look at and not much to grab. Pulling her up, doing it behind her while both kneeling is a different story.
I like spoon but there's nothing much to see while doing it sideways on the bed, even with a mirror close by. Once I caught a glimpse on Chanel's face. She was a little crossed like a little girl. You can almost see two pocket of air in her cheeks. She was not happy because I was having a very good time behind her, grabbing her hard all around uncontrollably, and was pounding her harder and longer than usual. I'm sure she was happy for me, and had no intention to disrupt me. She was just blaming her luck that day. It was so cute.
BTW Chanel admitted that she didn't even like to blow. If I don't ask she would stop after a preset time. She don't like me to watch and she will cover her head with her long hair. Once she promised to do it by the mirror. Once she promised to use a big hair clip to wrap up her hair like before a shower. But I forgot about it, or she ducked her way out.
After a doggy, all I have in mind is to try to press the girl down, fucking her like two pizzas on top of each other. It doesn't matter if we are flat on the bed, on a pile of pillows, or bended on the side of the bed. Of course it usually ended up in a spoon with more penetration and more freedom of the hands, and more comfortable.
Why I didn't think of pulling her up instead? Of course there has to be a mirror to watch everything. Both of my hands will be free to do whatever, though I doubt if they will leave the breasts for long.
Even if Chanel is around, she doesn't like to be watched. She is not shy but like she said, to be caught in the face and naked, and with someone, is the end of it. It applies to her clients with spouses as well as her. Anything else you might explain away, and everybody wants to hear what they want to hear. She is particularly sensitive to late model cell phones and laptops. She won't go near them. And she like to remain horizontal so she cannot be recognizable.
On the first date I doubt if anybody will want to do that. More often you don't want to look at the girl that way. And even more often the woman will not want you to look at her like that, so you may come back next time.
So I tried on Mrs Player. But you have to wait on the right alignments of the constellations. I pulled her up successfully while on the doggy. I have no problem fucking her kneeling down but not as intense. She is still a looker, even naked. Just when my hands started to roam around, she slipped down onto bed. So we fall back onto the spoon. She likes it because she can masturbate her clitoris while I'm penetrating. That guarantees an intense orgasm and may be multiples. That's something I lead her to do. And that's the few things she picked up gradually without too much encouragement.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Penny Red: The Sex Work Shibboleth
Penny Red: The Sex Work Shibboleth: "Many feminists, like Finn MacKay of the Feminist Coalition Against Prostitution, feel that the purchase of sex from women is always and only misogyny: “Equality for women is a farce in a society where it is considered normal for men to buy our bodies.
“We can't be free while so many of us are literally for sale. As long as I believe prostitution is a form of violence against women, then how can I work alongside anyone who promotes it as a job like any other?”"
While so many people are starving to death, we should not eat beef.
I believe car is a murder weapon.
With feminists like this, who need an education?
“We can't be free while so many of us are literally for sale. As long as I believe prostitution is a form of violence against women, then how can I work alongside anyone who promotes it as a job like any other?”"
While so many people are starving to death, we should not eat beef.
I believe car is a murder weapon.
With feminists like this, who need an education?
Photo Of The Day – Freshly Waxed!
Photo Of The Day – Freshly Waxed!: "I got waxed recently and took a picture with my phone of the aftermath. They always clean you off so nicely and then powder you like a little baby. Finally I think I found a girl who does a decent job! Will have to keep an eye on it because you never know until a [...]"
Is there a waxing parlor like that I can go to? |
Friday, April 16, 2010
Prostitution, Abortion and Death Penalty. Thinking of other issues (just momentarily :-), I thought of trying to look at the arguments against prostitution, strong enough to justify banning it.
Politicians are useless listening to. They want it banned because they get votes. Activists are similar - they just want to ban it.
At least a blogger is honest, sounded like a moron though. Basically, she doesn't like prostitution (my words, not hers), and many men use prostitutes so women should be concerned and support anything towards banning prostitution. Of course, no comments are actually accepted despite having the function.
Looking into the Swedish model, the stat made me laugh. Before the ban, there are 300 prostitutes, probably all street walkers in the red light district at the capital. Come on, I can do them all in a trip or two. Anyone praising the results should go back to school for detention for failing statistics. Spanking is optional.
Of course it's a success. Before that they have no way to control street prostitution because it's perfectly legal. And that's only 300. They have no data for other prostitutes , or no before and after comparisons.
You can listen to politicians and activists talking about the Swedish model and results. It's your right to listen to bullshit, and what you want to hear. For the sex trafficking figure, there's no before and after comparison. Sweden has a lot less trafficking than other countries, and so is the number of prostitutes, and may be the number of johns, or may be the population size.
For many voting public, opinion is just that - I don't like it and I want it gone. I doubt anybody will bother to write down their argument, check the facts, and see if their points are defensible.
The next best is to ask one's opinions on a few "big" issues. If a woman is pro-choice, isn't it not respecting others' choice about their own body? Men use prostitutes but you can always find one who doesn't (?). 5st amendment and declaration of independence is about choice. What choice is less important than life and death?
Death penalty and illegal prostitution seems to go together, both scarifying some innocent people for the common good. Death penalty will certainly kill the wrong guy, there's no mistake about it. In illegal prostitution, prostitutes are jailed for it, or for the Swedish model, prostitutes are punished by having johns of the worst kind who have nothing to lose. I'll have the Swedish model in the picture any time.
I doubt it's too common for people who are anti-prostitution and pro-death. So it's a contradiction on grounds of sacrifice. Anti-death may be just religious. I am not aware that the bible is against death penalty or against prostitution. How about the other Mary? Christians are more anti-death may be because of forgiveness, turning the other cheek. But can you forgive other people for just having fun?
I myself seems to contradict a bit, but with reasons. I'm pro-choice and anti-death. For complex issues with no clear winners, I hate to make the choice for other people. The same for death penalty. No system is perfect and I hate to be the jury to make the decision that cannot be corrected.
For the other important issue, you know my stand. But do you notice the fact that short ugly guys are much more hard working? Certainly they want to compensation for the lack of a beautiful girl friend, or any girl friend at all. They wish to have a beautiful wife if they are successful enough. Or just enough money to spend around beautiful women. If you take away that, in 18 years the world economic crisis now will seem like a little rain.
You have been warned.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
It took me at least several months to realize what had Chanel done to me. If I wrote it in time sequence it would just be confusing. The problem is that I couldn't even complain.
Lunch is off the clock. I only paid for the meal so I couldn't expect much. It's awkward to eat at my fav restaurant alone. But she has to behave reasonably, or I will be crossed and stop seeing her, if just for a while. Also, there are better things to do than spanking her, but if I ask for that she will think about what she did wrong.
I encourage her, and anybody nice, to call me. I had a secret line in my phone that I can turn on and off at will. It doesn't matter to her, at least it sounded, if I can't make it. But if I do sometimes I ask for little favors. For example, multiple DxK for a total of 15 min. She would protest like a little girl until I removed the minimum time limit.
It's all good before I found out the circumstances. She had regular clients in the morning (I was one of them). She wouldn't watch the clock as there's nothing to do before lunch. Then she went for lunch with client. After lunch, she would stay at the parking lot and call her other clients in the car (I was one of them). She is all dressed up, made herself beautiful, but nowhere else to go. I am jealous. I am not complaining except that I tried to see her in the morning before. She arrived like a dead fish as if she had an overnight party. She wasn't happy either, as if she didn't want me to wake her up. So I never tried again in the morning until I have to. And if I know "free" lunch is included, I will compete/bid for it.
When I wanted to see her I usually call in the morning or lunch. If she can't make it I would say goodbye and until next time. She may be with friends, family, other clients or boyfriend! But sometimes she would encourage me to have a conversation. Like what am I up to lately, am I seeing somebody else (joking), she will "explain" why she can't make it (other than booked), and suggest other times (always tomorrow). It was never long, less than a minute or two, but it appears more like a call from a regular/friend than from just a client.
It's all good because sometimes I know she is with a VIP, once even on her way to Vegas for the weekend. She was shouting on the phone because of the road noise. She wanted to keep me on the phone a little bit. It's a way to show off that how popular she is.
As a side note, I had a partner in crime who would text me in secret to call her and chat. Then I knew she was with a new client. It's our way to make him jealous and easier to fall for her other little tricks to keep him longer as a client. It took me a while to realize that it's a complete waste of time with her. She looked great though at 20.
Sometimes I called Chanel at lunch and she couldn't make it for the afternoon. I thought she was alone but still she wanted to chat for a minute. I thought it was a nice friendly gesture, at least to ease my frustration.
Chanel is rather professional in that I don't remember she checked her phone on the clock. Maybe when it was about time to go or fully clothed she would check it. At off-the-clock lunch I can't ask her to turn off the phone. It's a popular time to sort out one's daily schedule, hookers or johns or anybody else. Even with her friends on the phone she is reasonable because even though I'm not paying for the moment, I'm still a client, and that she wouldn't want me to know too much what she is up to.
When clients call I would know, even if they speak other languages. Her mother, father, step-father - that's at least three languages. School is forth. If she knows her grand parents much it will be fifth. I would give her a wicked smile and looked away to be polite, but in doing so my ears will be turning a little toward her. Anyway, I would be interested to hear what she has to say and she knows it.
If I glance at her causally she would give me the victory look, that how popular she is. She only keeps a handful of clients and by referral. I'm one of the few who didn't give up on her long ago. And I doubt very much if I can refer any "friends" to her. Fucking somebody faceless is tolerable. Otherwise I can't resist asking him or her what they did. It could be fun but I doubt it if that's her.
She never talked long with her clients with me there, out of politeness or just don't want me to know what she's up to. But anything will trigger jealousy. "OK, 2 o'clock, see you there". Only a few words, that's regular. It's worse if she smiles on the phone, or says some nice words. The consolation is that we just come from the hotel, and I'm there at the table, not at the phone. But then it all comes back to me when I was calling her, usually lunch time. She is usually talking carefully and I though she was with friends and family. When she's talking extra nice she could be alone. Now I think the reverse is true. And substitute friends with clients.
When she thought that I was avoiding her, I got her calls from other numbers. I thought she borrowed fellow hookers' phones, or just borrow anybody's phone at the shopping mall. I would let this stranger use my phone for sure. Tourists almost demand that you handover your phone for them to use at the airport. I felt important. Now that I know she borrowed her clients phone at lunch I boiled over. But I was too surprised to react at the time, just to watch her using my phone talking. The consolation is that she knows that these people well and aren't trouble makers, sort of an exclusive club, fucking the same woman, repeatedly. I missed her the most is that I couldn't spank her good for that.
Lunch is off the clock. I only paid for the meal so I couldn't expect much. It's awkward to eat at my fav restaurant alone. But she has to behave reasonably, or I will be crossed and stop seeing her, if just for a while. Also, there are better things to do than spanking her, but if I ask for that she will think about what she did wrong.
I encourage her, and anybody nice, to call me. I had a secret line in my phone that I can turn on and off at will. It doesn't matter to her, at least it sounded, if I can't make it. But if I do sometimes I ask for little favors. For example, multiple DxK for a total of 15 min. She would protest like a little girl until I removed the minimum time limit.
It's all good before I found out the circumstances. She had regular clients in the morning (I was one of them). She wouldn't watch the clock as there's nothing to do before lunch. Then she went for lunch with client. After lunch, she would stay at the parking lot and call her other clients in the car (I was one of them). She is all dressed up, made herself beautiful, but nowhere else to go. I am jealous. I am not complaining except that I tried to see her in the morning before. She arrived like a dead fish as if she had an overnight party. She wasn't happy either, as if she didn't want me to wake her up. So I never tried again in the morning until I have to. And if I know "free" lunch is included, I will compete/bid for it.
When I wanted to see her I usually call in the morning or lunch. If she can't make it I would say goodbye and until next time. She may be with friends, family, other clients or boyfriend! But sometimes she would encourage me to have a conversation. Like what am I up to lately, am I seeing somebody else (joking), she will "explain" why she can't make it (other than booked), and suggest other times (always tomorrow). It was never long, less than a minute or two, but it appears more like a call from a regular/friend than from just a client.
It's all good because sometimes I know she is with a VIP, once even on her way to Vegas for the weekend. She was shouting on the phone because of the road noise. She wanted to keep me on the phone a little bit. It's a way to show off that how popular she is.
As a side note, I had a partner in crime who would text me in secret to call her and chat. Then I knew she was with a new client. It's our way to make him jealous and easier to fall for her other little tricks to keep him longer as a client. It took me a while to realize that it's a complete waste of time with her. She looked great though at 20.
Sometimes I called Chanel at lunch and she couldn't make it for the afternoon. I thought she was alone but still she wanted to chat for a minute. I thought it was a nice friendly gesture, at least to ease my frustration.
Chanel is rather professional in that I don't remember she checked her phone on the clock. Maybe when it was about time to go or fully clothed she would check it. At off-the-clock lunch I can't ask her to turn off the phone. It's a popular time to sort out one's daily schedule, hookers or johns or anybody else. Even with her friends on the phone she is reasonable because even though I'm not paying for the moment, I'm still a client, and that she wouldn't want me to know too much what she is up to.
When clients call I would know, even if they speak other languages. Her mother, father, step-father - that's at least three languages. School is forth. If she knows her grand parents much it will be fifth. I would give her a wicked smile and looked away to be polite, but in doing so my ears will be turning a little toward her. Anyway, I would be interested to hear what she has to say and she knows it.
If I glance at her causally she would give me the victory look, that how popular she is. She only keeps a handful of clients and by referral. I'm one of the few who didn't give up on her long ago. And I doubt very much if I can refer any "friends" to her. Fucking somebody faceless is tolerable. Otherwise I can't resist asking him or her what they did. It could be fun but I doubt it if that's her.
She never talked long with her clients with me there, out of politeness or just don't want me to know what she's up to. But anything will trigger jealousy. "OK, 2 o'clock, see you there". Only a few words, that's regular. It's worse if she smiles on the phone, or says some nice words. The consolation is that we just come from the hotel, and I'm there at the table, not at the phone. But then it all comes back to me when I was calling her, usually lunch time. She is usually talking carefully and I though she was with friends and family. When she's talking extra nice she could be alone. Now I think the reverse is true. And substitute friends with clients.
When she thought that I was avoiding her, I got her calls from other numbers. I thought she borrowed fellow hookers' phones, or just borrow anybody's phone at the shopping mall. I would let this stranger use my phone for sure. Tourists almost demand that you handover your phone for them to use at the airport. I felt important. Now that I know she borrowed her clients phone at lunch I boiled over. But I was too surprised to react at the time, just to watch her using my phone talking. The consolation is that she knows that these people well and aren't trouble makers, sort of an exclusive club, fucking the same woman, repeatedly. I missed her the most is that I couldn't spank her good for that.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
NCIS on high class prostitutes? OMG, is there a race on that topic, what has the world come to? The one before on Numbers (?), of all things, and Bones!
The NCIS one seems to have something right, and they are showing off since they appear to have a consultant. The ex-callgirl ex-madam reminded me of a few persons. God knows how long they working life can be. Eighteen year olds have no chance against that (well, maybe once a while).
In defense of not so high-class call girls, having sex with whoever stranger answering the door can be a thrill to some (I have been told), but hell to others. The more you charge the more is expected of you on the menu. Some girls just can't do that. They are at ease with mechanical sex, in, out and bye, which is not a big deal to them.
The out-of-beauty-salon look and expensive labels usually works but still depends. All the accessories in the world cannot help if the raw material is bad - not good looking enough and not sexy enough.
I have seen a few girls who asked friends to drop them off to meet me, only to hide their expensive cars. Do I mind that I'm supporting their expensive lifestyle? Not a bit, so I got to see their cars sooner or later. A girl even allow me to drive hers whenever we go out, obviously I'm a much better driver and she can talk all the time. Leasing a brand new luxury car is peanuts, thought it's a complete waste of money.
Do I feel better if I'm supporting their college fees or their family? Sure, but satisfaction, sexy and attractive take priority.
I feel sorry for the NCIS guy who had a friendly dinner with the ex-madam, almost forgetting that she is/was a prostitute, only for her to receive a client call and have to go immediately, saying that it's not what you think.
Once upon a time, old story, I had been receiving calls from Chanel fairly regularly, a couple of weeks at most from the last time I saw her, at about the same time in the afternoon. I do not always answer the phone or return the call, not when I cannot talk, cannot see her that day, or have no time or money in the next few days. She even tried to call with different phone lines as if I am avoiding her. Good times. When I called her or answered the phone, she would encourage me to talk longer, even if I have no plan to see her, or she cannot see me that day.
Then she invited me for lunch AFTER sex. She wasn't in a hurry to leave the hotel or even the bed. She took her time in the restaurant, and she loved it. Of course I paid.
I began to think that, unconsciously, with me she began to relax, less calculating, and showed some human emotions of naturally friendliness.
One day when we left the restaurant, I took the wrong turn in the parking lot and saw her using her cell in the car, although I should have been gone by then. Of course that's what you are thinking. I feel sorry for myself.
It suits her when I can do the early bird session. She hanged out with me only to kill time for free and a nice meal. After lunch she started to call her clients. That's why I've been getting calls fairly regularly before that. That's not a bad thing. But I did turn down dinner with a pretty 20 year old before just because she was waiting for a flight, and I must have better things to do than doing meaningless dates. Sex is done by then.
The other reasons that I know she was soliciting clients because she didn't like to eat first and then sex. At lunch she would take calls from friends and clients. I don't mind a bit even if she called her clients, as long as it's business like schedule changes. She wouldn't chat with clients for long while I was around. So in the parking lot she must be soliciting clients. That's not my business.
But worse, I remembered sometimes she used excuses to borrow my phone. It dawned on me that she used me, used my phone to call her clients that wouldn't return her calls, as she did to me before that.
Sometimes I feel jealous when she talks on the phone for minutes, especially when I didn't know what she's talking about. She's multilingual. It dawned on me why previously she encouraged me to talk longer on the phone, and she was like in a unusually good mood. She was using me to make the other guys jealous.
The NCIS one seems to have something right, and they are showing off since they appear to have a consultant. The ex-callgirl ex-madam reminded me of a few persons. God knows how long they working life can be. Eighteen year olds have no chance against that (well, maybe once a while).
In defense of not so high-class call girls, having sex with whoever stranger answering the door can be a thrill to some (I have been told), but hell to others. The more you charge the more is expected of you on the menu. Some girls just can't do that. They are at ease with mechanical sex, in, out and bye, which is not a big deal to them.
The out-of-beauty-salon look and expensive labels usually works but still depends. All the accessories in the world cannot help if the raw material is bad - not good looking enough and not sexy enough.
I have seen a few girls who asked friends to drop them off to meet me, only to hide their expensive cars. Do I mind that I'm supporting their expensive lifestyle? Not a bit, so I got to see their cars sooner or later. A girl even allow me to drive hers whenever we go out, obviously I'm a much better driver and she can talk all the time. Leasing a brand new luxury car is peanuts, thought it's a complete waste of money.
Do I feel better if I'm supporting their college fees or their family? Sure, but satisfaction, sexy and attractive take priority.
I feel sorry for the NCIS guy who had a friendly dinner with the ex-madam, almost forgetting that she is/was a prostitute, only for her to receive a client call and have to go immediately, saying that it's not what you think.
Once upon a time, old story, I had been receiving calls from Chanel fairly regularly, a couple of weeks at most from the last time I saw her, at about the same time in the afternoon. I do not always answer the phone or return the call, not when I cannot talk, cannot see her that day, or have no time or money in the next few days. She even tried to call with different phone lines as if I am avoiding her. Good times. When I called her or answered the phone, she would encourage me to talk longer, even if I have no plan to see her, or she cannot see me that day.
Then she invited me for lunch AFTER sex. She wasn't in a hurry to leave the hotel or even the bed. She took her time in the restaurant, and she loved it. Of course I paid.
I began to think that, unconsciously, with me she began to relax, less calculating, and showed some human emotions of naturally friendliness.
One day when we left the restaurant, I took the wrong turn in the parking lot and saw her using her cell in the car, although I should have been gone by then. Of course that's what you are thinking. I feel sorry for myself.
It suits her when I can do the early bird session. She hanged out with me only to kill time for free and a nice meal. After lunch she started to call her clients. That's why I've been getting calls fairly regularly before that. That's not a bad thing. But I did turn down dinner with a pretty 20 year old before just because she was waiting for a flight, and I must have better things to do than doing meaningless dates. Sex is done by then.
The other reasons that I know she was soliciting clients because she didn't like to eat first and then sex. At lunch she would take calls from friends and clients. I don't mind a bit even if she called her clients, as long as it's business like schedule changes. She wouldn't chat with clients for long while I was around. So in the parking lot she must be soliciting clients. That's not my business.
But worse, I remembered sometimes she used excuses to borrow my phone. It dawned on me that she used me, used my phone to call her clients that wouldn't return her calls, as she did to me before that.
Sometimes I feel jealous when she talks on the phone for minutes, especially when I didn't know what she's talking about. She's multilingual. It dawned on me why previously she encouraged me to talk longer on the phone, and she was like in a unusually good mood. She was using me to make the other guys jealous.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
RapeLay and Sex Trafficking
Somebody living under the well saw RapeLay and "uproared" about it. Amazon banned the sale of it. Now anybody who wants to see it saw it. It's a lesson to do gooders.
I wouldn't have seen it because as I expected, it's a disappointment. It's a poor approximation of main stream Japanese porn. Also the tech was pretty old, and I thought I mentioned it sometime ago. There's little to do with rape, except for the indecent assault at the beginning in trains and train stations. The rest and everything appears in porns all the time.
Maybe the uproar was because of that Amazon sells it. The only deterrent to kids is that they have to buy it. Now you can see what happens - you can download it everywhere for free. Also, are do gooders attempt to isolate the culture of a country from the rest of the world?
To ban the evil game you have really to filter the internet. But then you have also to filter out plenty of porn films - they are the same things with real people instead of cartoons.
Filtering the internet is really a parental thing. For small kids any porn is unacceptable. So you ask the govt to filter out everything? There are plenty of voluntary filters to join, some free some not. Whereas parents don't worry about child porn, which is highly illegal everywhere and the chance that your child come across some for free is almost impossible.
Another thing. Is it possible that attacking porn drives more models/stars into prostitution? Many porn stars are available for personal meetings on and off, depending on how well they are doing.
Sex trafficking is a bad thing, but using it as a weapon for anti-prostitution is also bad. The argument that with legal prostitution, sex trafficking is difficult to detect. If you believe that you can believe anything. Anyway, if we want to eliminate child porn, we should ban all porn, right? And they are trying already, starting with the small chested females. How about alcohol?
Parlors staffed with Asians or Eastern Europeans aren't necessarily trafficking. Indeed it's about zero chance that any public can just walk into a joint and see trafficked slaves. In where I live, with illegal prostitution, even if you want to join some private clubs for something slightly different than one hour stand, you probably need to be blind folded, pick up by a big van with no privacy, or pick up by a driver if you are VIP. Or someone will vouch for you.
Use sex trafficking to interfere with other countries' internal policy is worse. You can't make your kids to do something they don't want when you are far away. The result is probably more prostitutes being locked up, who went into the trade because of poverty. That's triple whammy.
Are do gooders running out of things to do? Are there enough homeless and pet shelters already? Things aren't always black and white. It's like medicine with healing properties and side effects. For bigger issues more people will get hurt.
I wouldn't have seen it because as I expected, it's a disappointment. It's a poor approximation of main stream Japanese porn. Also the tech was pretty old, and I thought I mentioned it sometime ago. There's little to do with rape, except for the indecent assault at the beginning in trains and train stations. The rest and everything appears in porns all the time.
Maybe the uproar was because of that Amazon sells it. The only deterrent to kids is that they have to buy it. Now you can see what happens - you can download it everywhere for free. Also, are do gooders attempt to isolate the culture of a country from the rest of the world?
To ban the evil game you have really to filter the internet. But then you have also to filter out plenty of porn films - they are the same things with real people instead of cartoons.
Filtering the internet is really a parental thing. For small kids any porn is unacceptable. So you ask the govt to filter out everything? There are plenty of voluntary filters to join, some free some not. Whereas parents don't worry about child porn, which is highly illegal everywhere and the chance that your child come across some for free is almost impossible.
Another thing. Is it possible that attacking porn drives more models/stars into prostitution? Many porn stars are available for personal meetings on and off, depending on how well they are doing.
Sex trafficking is a bad thing, but using it as a weapon for anti-prostitution is also bad. The argument that with legal prostitution, sex trafficking is difficult to detect. If you believe that you can believe anything. Anyway, if we want to eliminate child porn, we should ban all porn, right? And they are trying already, starting with the small chested females. How about alcohol?
Parlors staffed with Asians or Eastern Europeans aren't necessarily trafficking. Indeed it's about zero chance that any public can just walk into a joint and see trafficked slaves. In where I live, with illegal prostitution, even if you want to join some private clubs for something slightly different than one hour stand, you probably need to be blind folded, pick up by a big van with no privacy, or pick up by a driver if you are VIP. Or someone will vouch for you.
Use sex trafficking to interfere with other countries' internal policy is worse. You can't make your kids to do something they don't want when you are far away. The result is probably more prostitutes being locked up, who went into the trade because of poverty. That's triple whammy.
Are do gooders running out of things to do? Are there enough homeless and pet shelters already? Things aren't always black and white. It's like medicine with healing properties and side effects. For bigger issues more people will get hurt.
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