Ambushed by the local high school cheerleader team

Yeah, I wish. When I was walking around on campus, I spotted some cheerleaders scattered around in their shortest possible pure white skirt, and maybe in sport shoes as good as bare feet.

They are two far away from me to have an erection, which is a good thing. I have enough self control not to get any closer. But admired at a distance, they are more like perfect ballerina figurines.

But all of a sudden they congregated to perform a surprise cheer for the crowd some 10 ft in front of me. It's not like across the football field.

The problem is, they are all not like "chunky" NFL sexy types, but rather Babie doll types, the oldest less than 19. Imagine the effect on me when they all spread their legs and kick around. Very blond, very long legs, very slim. There are Asians among them but they all have the same build. With one or two exceptions, they don't have baby fat but Babie doll limbs. Did they all give up milk and meat?

It's like Girl Generation in the fresh, X 10.

The next morning I called Ms Pencil right away. (Mrs Player didn't summit that night.) When I met her I realized why I was a bit obsessed with her. She was wearing a tight jean skirt as short as she can get away with having to walk in and out of the car. What a coincidence. I didn't asked her what to wear but since the school uniform last time, she has good idea. She had lacy lingerie under it too.

I knew she has a great butt the first time she had a tight knee length pant on. That's the reason I stayed. The 2nd time she had a tight mini hot pant. It's great but I didn't know her legs are awesome until she almost bare them all under a super mini skirt.

I brought a 4 in casual high heel sandal with a tiny pinkish floral top. The amount of wood used for the chunky heels instead of a metal spike means expensive. Again she fit it like Cinderella. I asked her to walk around for a few steps on the skirt, then on lingerie alone, then naked.

I still think she has a fixation on cocks but she is a lesbian. Unusually my charm doesn't work much on her but she likes my cock more it seems. A curiosity item?

Cinderella, the wicked kind

Miss Pencil is one of a kind.  After we met, I'm not so sure I will see her again but I thought of her a lot, more by the day.  But it's not lust, addiction that sort of thing.  I am just more doubting and flip-flopping.

Finally I decided a few days after seeing her.  I'm not crazy about her but I want not to think about her too much and doubt too much.  So I sent her this and ask if she would wear this.  For many reasons, few would, and not usually for new clients.

When I sent her a "thank you" message after our first meet, she was very warm and enthusiastic, replying with lots of emotion-cons. I didn't get a reply.

So I waited enough to show that I don't care that much about the costume or about seeing her, and pressed for an answer.  It turned out that she was worrying about doing outcall, rather than the costume.  There's nothing much I can do about not doing incall. But for the costume, I made sure that she can't find excuses and just duck out of it when we met again.  After I gave her some compliments, she said, "It's cute and I like it."  But still I don't trust her that much because there's no emotion-cons, no exclamation marks.

Of course I didn't get a new one that would be a risky investment.  I brought out my own collection (for Mrs Player that is).  Sadly, it's rarely used.  I put the geninue outfit in the washing machine by itself to give it a good wash, packed it with some butcher paper (!), and put it in a 6th Avenue type of shopping bag to make it look sort of like new so she won't hesitate to wear without thinking about how may people wear that before and how many stains were on it and then removed.

Remember that how I was thinking to ask her to wear a mask?  I got it.  Actually the big bow tie on the chest can be used for blindfolding while she can still see through.  My excuse will be not allowing her to see what I'm doing on her, that it's part of the investigation of going out with a lot of boys and took all their money, or just that I'm shy.  Unfortunately I forget to bring that piece.  But it wouldn't work anyway.   We really need a nylon legging over her head so as not to come off with our intense fuck.

I have been preparing for the day since I booked her.  Deep cleaning, deep moisturizer, cut nails, trimmed hair & bush, frequent brushing and chewing gums. It's not like I'm going to impress a high-class hooker and turn her into a girlfriend.  For somebody that is possibly afraid of germs, all little things help.  I have girls asking me about a patch of bad skin, about a tape.  Some girls prefer bald balls but some are scared as if you are on chemo.   

The problem is, Mrs Player found me too irresistible.  The night before she kicked me.  It was a once in a blue moon bat signal.  "Oh no, " I told myself.  If it were Chanel I always find some excuses to continue sleeping, even though they are hardly convincing.  But even that Mrs Player is pretty hot.  I always saved my load for Chanel because I paid for it.  Mrs Player can kick me some other time.

May be Mrs Player put two and two together, knowing that I have the chance to go out of town.  She wanted to ruin my plans as part of her nature.  Not only that she wanted sex, she wanted hot sex.  I told myself, "I can handle this." (Even if I'm going to give Ms Pencil a good fuck for my money. ) As usual I had to force myself on her until she gave up resisting.  This time she wanted to be a cowgirl.  It didn't happen too often so I turned on and dimmed the light.

After her orgasm she became a corpse as usual.  I pulled her legs dragged her to the side of the bed.  I stood at the edge of the bed and penetrated in the middle of her legs.  I bent her knees, pulled her legs straight up, kissed her feet, bend her legs down, and all sorts of things while I was fucking her intensely, harder by the stroke. After I came buckets I made sure that my cum stay in the towel without dripping down the carpet that I have to clean afterwards.  I rolled her over away from my space and went to sleep.


  Before I left home the next day I brought a pair of sexy shoes from the closet.  It was not in a prominent place so it's disappearance won't be noticed for a while. It's a pair of streamlined high "heel" wedge platform.  It's small and lightweight to go with the uniform.  It's not typical for the costume but I like some 4" of heels that alters the look of the legs, whole body posture and the way of moving around.  The view from above has to be having as minimum obstruction as possible.  The pair is black, which goes well with the costume.

Having something wrong with some of my cards and with some pins, I ended up at a bank at 9 am asking for cash.  When it was my turn a sexy teller opened a new window just to serve me.  Do you believe it's an coincidence?  If you believe 3 is a pattern I have to tell you that for some reasons bankers are very much into me :-))   (But so are teachers.)

Just happened that this teller is very small that could easily fit into the uniform I have. To make her taller she is wearing a 4" high heel with thicker, stronger lines suitable for work.  She was wearing a suit with a skirt just long enough for work.  I saw her walking around on her high heels when she turned up for work.  When she checked my ID I was thinking she was trying hard to suppress her surprise and disappointment.  Then I remembered that a teenage checker in a local hardware store couldn't suppress it because her colleague laughed behind her back.  The surprise and disappointment turned into shame and anger.

Miss Pencil was waiting for me in the motel room. The coldness on her messages was gone.  It was as if someone was replying the messages for her sometimes.  We even had a hug, during which I squeezed her bottom.  

Apparently she put some effort into her appearance than last time.  She worked on her eye lashes a bit and may be more makeup.  I didn't try to see if that make a difference. LOL.  I can't say she's ugly or scary.  She is a case of her facial features don't grow on you.  Indeed I can't say what features she has and I'm not keen to find out.

She has a very small hot pant on, but a kneel length boot.  Oh yes, here it's like summer and didn't rain for a long time.  I don't know if she wants her outfit to be sexier than the costume so she doesn't have to wear it, or she just want to show me that she can be very sexy, sexier than last time we met.  But I hate boots, the longer the worse it is.

I handed over the shopping bag.  She took out at the skirt and said immediately it's too big.  I thought it maybe her excuse but I just told her to wear what's fit and then turned around, waiting her to finish changing.

When she told me she was ready, I turned around to be surprised that it fits well.  she's twenty something at least but skinner than many school girls.  She is actually stretched a bit like, well, a barbie doll, but just not a designer's face.

What she said about the skirt being not fit means the skirt was too long.  It was too long for costumes but it was authentic.  Girls don't go to school covering half their asses, do they?  Obviously she likes it, saw the good quality of the material, and asked me where did I get it.

Not only that she fits the costume like her own, both top and bottom, but she was wearing the pair of wedge I brought.  She told me they fits but I don't believe her.  I went down on her to check, only to find that they fits her feet like the Cinderella story.

Before I arrived I had a lot of mental exercises to prepare for it.  "Form toe to hair", I told myself many times.  In the past few good encounters, I lost my mind a bit and went up and down.  I did things repeatedly without depth.  This time I should went back to basics, so basic do I won't forget even if I lost my mind.

I lifted her up to sit on the bathroom counter top.  I brought a chair for her feet to rest on so I don't need to hold both of them all the time.  She has deformed toes due to wearing too much pointed shoes, like the majority of women on earth.  So I didn't went crazy after taking off her shoes.  I didn't suck her toes but kissed and maybe licked from feet up, both of them. 

When I got to her skirt I made her stand up.  From up skirt I saw that she was wearing a nice lingerie, deep bluish with white floral patterns.  It complemented the sailor costume quite nicely but would be too sexy for the real thing.

Her bottom piece was tiny but I turned it into a throng and munched away.  My pants was too tight then so I took it off to release the pressure.  Until I was naked with my cock dangling. 

Sticking to the toe to hair scheme, I took off her skirt and panties and sat her on the bathroom counter top, legs spreading.  I took a good lick at her pussy.  It seemed that I had a good connection with her.  I don't usually go down on pussy that much. Going down on her seems to be like breast feeding, going on and on with warm and fuzzy feeling.

With her still sitting high, naked down there, leggings spreading wide around me, I felt her breasts on top of her uniform then reached under her top to get to them.  I lifted her top to take a good look at her bra. I complimented her, for the effort.  I took them off carefully with her help, trying not to ruin could be one of her best lingerie. 

When I saw her nipples I couldn't control myself but went ahead for some intense licking. They didn't look as perfect as last time but I had to suck them out and bite them off while she was holding her top for me.  In reality all I can do was intense licking with some lip sucking, anything else would hurt.

Now mission almost accomplished so I relaxed and let her continue when I sat on the side of the bed with my cock sticking out.  She came over, knelt down and started stroking my cock carefully and skillfully.  All the while she was looking at my cock in front of her face intensely like she has an oral fixation.  It wasn't expected as I didn't think she would like it and skipped the CBJ last time.

With the stroking, I was fully erect.  I thought she was going to swallow my bare cock with all of her mouth but she put on the condom.  Still kneeling down, she sucked away.  It was better than I imagined.  Her long hair is split in front of her face and with her going back and forth, I couldn't see much of her face but only sexiness.

She took her time enjoying my cock and then rose from the kneeling position to ride me.  I kept sitting up and tried to force her to sit on me and to fuck me face to face sitting.  The penetration was good and it was warm and cuddly.  But it wouldn't work.  So I laid down and let her do her cowgirl.  She increased the pace, depth and strength gradually and I was enjoying it.  Then she started the intense rhythm and tried to finish me.  To finish on top one position will be the squat with very deep penetration.  She wasn't doing that.  She was trying to use squeeze suction, fast and furious.

I wouldn't let her finish that, though it could be fun.  I got up at last.  I let her sit down at the very edge of the bed. Then I penetrated her while standing, she balancing herself with the help of her hands.  Her pussy was then between a stone hard beam and a hard cock.  Then I pounded her, increasing the thrust to become a foundation building mega machine at the end.  She wasn't afraid of a tough missionary after all.

Before the finish I let her do her best.  I pulled out and with my index finger made a circle like a magic wand, she turned over on her hands and knees, with butt hanging over the side of the bed.  I hold her pelvis as tight as I could and banged on her. Last time I knew she could take some punch like this and this time there was no mercy.  

After the firework I would love to stay inside a bit more, warm and cozy. But it wasn't comfortable with me standing straight and her butt in the air.  I pulled out carefully with the condom, pushed her away a little and collapsed in her place.

She went for the shower.  This time I made sure that she didn't want me in.  She really want to get a good wash without me getting in the way.

The way she acts remind me of an ancient BBC drama. The NHS is in disarray and all the nurses find it hard to survive on their salary and all had to find 2nd jobs. The nurse is a long timer but still somewhat attractive. An old man came to her house for after hospital therapy with referral. There was a roll of butcher paper on the head side of the bed, 3 ft wide or half of that.  She pulled on the roll so there is a sheet of paper covering the length of the bed.  Then the old man lied down on top of the paper.  Then it was insinuated that the "therapy" is actually a hand job or blow.    

I think I remembered that in some situations like a frequently used check-up room, you do have paper rolls like that when you have to sit or lie down naked or not.  Otherwise, the BBC drama would be quite original.

Ms Pencil is an uncommon case.  There are a lot of girls you simply won't want to see again. Others you want to marry them but then there are too many of them for the money you have.  Every time after the firework I doubt if I would see Ms Pencil again.  Even though her face appearance didn't grow on me like most others did, I kept thinking of her.  Now, I have a whole closet, and them some, of shoes that fits her ...... The one above is some 30 dollars but most of the others are priced above Chanel, the label, and even the most expensive pairs that Chanel, the escort, wore, are a league below.

Miss Pencil

I had to be out of town so I had to be adventurous.  I picked one with great waist and looks great in a mini skirt.

After got lost in town amidst impossible traffic on a Saturday afternoon, I arrived in a Motel 6, an incall place that Miss Pencil took great length to hide until the last minute.

When I saw her I almost wanted to get out. She is not ugly but I won't pick her up at random in the streets for sex.  I'm not sure I can fantasy if I see her face more clearly and more often at close range.  There's no make over, no makeup or anything sexy about her.

Somehow her tight pants caught my attention.  It's more like yoga pants but made of causal material.  So I thought the pictures were real and it could get better with her clothes off.  The other reason I didn't get out immediately was that it was getting late (afternoon) and I could get much worse.  At least she is young, not more than 25.

She is younger than I thought because she is around for over a year or so.  She has some confident in her that she started to undress right in front of me.  Or she don't know how to do it more professionally.  There is an aura of amateurish around her.

It wasn't a strip tease but I had an erection watching her.  I though I at least would have a great ass but her breasts are a precious find.  Small firm tits, erect nipples like a pencil eraser.  Her ass and legs are better than in the pictures without the skirt.

She wanted to massage me.  It was crap.  But I learned that it will calm their nerves if they need to, and it's a waste of clock time if they want to.  Just let it be.

She used the finger feather touch on me to work me up and then told me to turn over.  I obliged.  I thought she hesitated to put on the cover and blew me, or put on the cover and rode cowgirlly and finish me.

So I started gripping her gently and munch on her breasts.  Actually there's not much breast if you don't suck hard on them, but all nipples.  Her nipples were all erected perhaps after the massage on me.

It was a struggle.  After a few secs of sucking her breast, I would went crazy sucking and her nipples would get in the way, perhaps caught in my teeth.  She would push my mouth away and I had to lick her instead.  If I suck on the nipples it's worse because the pressure on a small place will be great.  So I settled of licking her nipples hard and gently putting them and her breast between my lips.  But she seemed to enjoy it when it didn't hurt.

I enjoyed so much left and right so I prepared for the long haul.  I began rubbing her pussy as I worked on her nipples.  She was fine with that.  Then I went down on her totally.  It seemed that she is the type of younger girls with many rules but she was fine with that too.  She seemed to enjoy it though her mock moaning sounds amateurish.

I could have asked to massage her.  I could have penetrated her.  But all I did was munching her nipples and pussy, and in cycles.  Also, I asked her to turn around so I could munch on her great ass too.  She did but only a quarter turn.

I laid down.  She put on the cover and rode me.  It was a great sight with her erect nipples on her small firm breast.  I wish I could pinch her hard.  But I couldn't even suck her hard.  So I rubbed her nipples gently as if to arouse her. 

She rode harder and harder as if to finish me off.  I don't enjoy cowgirl other than the visual stimulation.  So I put her down and wanted my spoon so I can cup her breasts tight at her back.  But she wouldn't have anything of it.  Did I say she is the type with many rules?  So it was a crossed leg sideway fuck with she facing up and me sideways.  It was intense but I couldn't come that way, no matter how hard I tried.

I tried the missionary.  It was worse.  She actually wouldn't lie down flat.  She used the headboard and her legs to prevent me from deep penetration.  That's too bad, reminding me of many germophiles and semi-rip-off artists.

I was surprised she was willing to do the doggie.  I wasn't hoping for too much.  I was just playing along.  But after a few strokes, I knew she meant business.  And she had great ass and legs.  I gripped her butt as hard as I could, to make up for not able to rough up her breasts and nipples.  Then I went In & Out as hard as I could and as far as I could.  She didn't complain or flinched or ducked.  I asked her politely if she could take it every time I increased the thrust.  She kept her posture well and would put my dick back in if I ventured too far out.  She was totally wet with fluid flying all over.

I came, rolled over, and collapsed on bed.  She checked the cover, total me that it's intact, and went into the bathroom.  I could hear the non-stop shower.  She never came out of it.

I waited and waited.  She was not coming out.  She could had been waiting for me to join her but I didn't think of that.  So I went to the sink to wash my hands, rinse my mouth and clean my dick with towels.  When I was pulling off the cover, she made sure I flush it into the toilet.  That was the rare moment I saw her face since she disappeared into the shower.

So I put my clothes back on.  Debating myself whether to leave her a tip.  And told her that I'm going home to take a hot bath.  Then she rushed out of the shower to ask me to rate her on the website.  Review is a problem as I don't do it but rating is just ticking whether she is a rip-off artist or not.

It was only yesterday.  Today I kept thinking of her, or her nipples and great ass.  Her face became a blur, that I didn't see clearly or deliberately not looking in the first place.  Then I fantasized about putting her in different uniforms.  (And how politely to ask her to put on a beautiful sexy veil? I love devote muslim women?) Then I can't wait to execute that.  That's not a problem as she lives in the next town.  That's the advantage of true independents.  They will be there when you want to train them to suit your needs.

What my tax refund brought me last year

I'm working on 2013 tax right now as the refund reserve is running low.  2013 turned out to be a very fun year.  To review that I have to start from the turn of 2012.  To spare you that, for now, I will start with the last one of 2013.  My best overall award for the year.

My trick for self preservation is not to hangout on hooker message boards, not to scrutinize every review, and not even to look at PM's of your alternative identity.  You save a lot of energy, time, and most importantly, money.

So when I have the need, I don't have much time to select.  But that's OK.  There are many professionals who's job is to make your decision wrong.  On that day, on my bookers' listings, there are no outstanding ads.  So I picked a summer intern lookalike, leggy and in an Ally McBeal jacket and skirt.

When the door opened and I looked behind it, I remembered that why I did not use this booker that much.  Instead of a summer intern (=young), she is what a cougar should be.  I wasn't disappointed as my expectations are not that high; it would be silly otherwise.  But you have to at least use the picture to claim something and be judged against it.  Many bookers are careful not to annoy customers.  If they put out an outstanding fake picture, they will be fairly certain that customers will not complain.  Or, they will be out of business soon (unless your business are from backpages, no offence).

Since I'm in a roll for the whole year, I didn't prepare to turn away if I sense that something wasn't right.  Naturally I scanned her even though I was a bit surprised.  She has back length hair, rather natural as opposed to silky smooth from head to butt, or so good that you are only allowed to have a glimpse of it.  She has a classic oval face, not pretty, not cute, nor anything wrong with it.  Not really anything bad for the naked look makeup, just about every girl do that so they can get in and out of the shower with ease.  Just that maybe some girls just don't need to apply much makeup for the makeupless look.

She has a thickly padded white bikini bra.  I have no idea why she picked that.  From the amount of flesh I felt, she must be wearing a throng type 2nd piece below.  But my scanning stopped at waist level.  It wasn't too flattering compared to my other girls.  And I wasn't there to pick flaws.  It was a pity that I stopped as I found out later that her legs are one of her strengths and she had a 4" sexy scandal and well done pedicure.   If I looked down and she had it on and wore that well, I couldn't possibly have 2nd thoughts.

I have a theory that through the keyhole I looked like a handsome 20 something with clueless expectations.  (Maybe minus the handsome a bit.)  And that she must have that sort of thing knocking the door too many times.  She didn't even bother to put on her heels expecting me to go away.

I didn't have 2nd thoughts anyway as I hadn't even considered other ads.  She is highly fuckable.  I could waste my time picking someone else but very likely I won't do any better.

I always know that model material and GFE are somewhat negatively correlated.  At the time if I don't have any alternatives in mind, I would stay expecting that girls will work harder to compensate for their shortcomings in appearance.  I was right more than wrong.  But I learned to be careful not to let them know my thinking.  When I was naive I tried to communicate that "you are not that good looking and you should do a lot more than model materials".  "I stay and don't disappoint me."  It doesn't work that way.  You will hurt their feelings.  And everybody is diva on their own domain.  If they know you will not be back given half the choice, they just don't bother.

But even for the insecure girls, if you find something on her that you are really (or not really) into, she will probably do her best to show her strong points to get you hooked.

This cougar is none of the above.  Maybe one day she woke up, wanted or needed money, and just stepped across the line.  She is a natural.  She doesn't need to prepare anything.  Just cross the line and take clients.  Without clothes she looked the part as a sexy call girl.  But with clothes on she can go to work in a supermarket or a bank, all without modifications.

We were well acquainted in the seconds on the way into the bed room.  We get naked and headed for the bathroom.  She was leading the way holding my hand, while I was like pointing a gun at her end of spine.  She was happy and I was happy, both laughing all the way to the bathroom.

After she kneel down, she began to compliment the size of my dick.  As usual I didn't take much notice.  I know I'm not small at all when I am fully erected.  So what?  Will you give me a discount if you are satisfied?   None offered so far.  I'm supposed to be very grateful if they cum.

I came out of the bathroom first and she soon followed.  When I was still standing she walked into me, smiling with her eyes and held my neck.  In the pass I would think this is the GFE routine.  One DFK and you can't complain on reviews that she is not GFE.  Nowadays one DFK doesn't make you a GFE.  So they just don't start that on their own.

But this cougar is different.  She is a natural.  I think she just thinks that is the right thing to do at the time and she liked to do it.  While I knew it would be the beginning of a beautiful relationship for the next hour, I remembered the mirrors.  Out of the bathroom I usually wait by a mirror for qualified hookers to get a close examination while enjoying myself.  After hangout in the bathroom, I knew she is well qualified.  But she came out so fast that I didn't have time to think about where I should sit and wait.

GFE can wait.  When we were both standing up I took her to the front of a floor standing dress mirror. Model materials are more likely to stand by the mirror and let you explore her body.  But still they may not be happy to give you the chance to discover any minor flaws.  For the majority they won't like you to discover something that will turn you off, or held against them when you have the choice.   She just went where I took her.  She didn't mind if that made me happy.

I kissed her, fondled her breasts and sucked them good.  And then down from there.  I wasn't just looking at the mirror from time to time.  I was turning her slightly all the time so I have the optimum angle to look at myself performing those acts.  I looked at myself squeezing her breasts both directly and in the mirror.  I saw myself sucking her breasts and licking her nipples in the mirror.

In hind sight I remembered her ad says all natural.  It is usually the code word for organic breasts.  They looked like it.  They are not suffocatingly big.  But they are good sized, in good shape, elastic and have a very natural feel to them when squeezed.  Her nipples were not so perfect as to look dead.  More like those of a teen.

Her butt is her strong point.  She was a throng on so there's nothing to help her butt to stay up.  It's round, firm and bouncy.  In front of the mirror in daylight, you should notice easily if there's anything wrong with her legs.  I didn't.  Well proportioned and goes well with her butt.  I kissed all the way down to her fancy toes.  Since she was supposed to be standing straight up all the time, after I went home I discovered that I hurt some of my muscles going up and down from head to toe.

If I'm writing at this speed it will take all year.  Let me publish it first.  Will continue.

I'm cool

Therapy time.

The other day when I was walking in the neighbourhood in my causal / pyjama / workout outfit with a high school flavor, a leggy blond shouted Hi and waved to me some ten car spaces away.

Her mother was there too, just drove her back from school! She's my favourite school girl, pre-teen but built like a teen model.  Her body isn't exceptional but tall if not taller than many adults.  Indeed I barely recognize her because I met her just once in my house.  I avoided checking her out, looking elsewhere most of the time but I remembered her rather lovely toes.  At least you have to know where the person stands to offer her tea or something.

I waved back.  Am I cool?  May be I am.  May be Mrs Player is cooler because she is the undisputed fashion icon of the neighbourhood, or the entire small city.  She always leave the house in her uniforms, which is also her merchandize. 

A couple of months earlier I was with a relative who got hungry.  We rushed into the nearest McDonald for some snacks.  To our horror the entire high school nearby was there as the school day had just ended.

I was in my slippers, Kelvin Klein's over the kneel jeans, M&S polo (that never faded away), and dark glasses. If you take a flight to LA in summer you will see a lot of these variants.  Indeed too much to make you feel sick.

But some are just cooler than the others.  When I walk pass a high school girl looking at the entrance, she said hi to me!  I didn't know what to do.  I wasn't prepared for that in 20 years.  So I tried to be very nice and polite, replied hi, all smiling, and continue to go where I was going.  Phew!  I hope she was not disappointed or hurt in any way.

She wasn't a teen model but not bad.  She was like the captain of the social club, trying to chat to the new cool guy in school that she never saw.  Or nowadays in school they just hook up this way?

Not long before that, in the mail I got a membership invitation to join the AARP.  Fuck.  They should be banned for soliciting, not even in the mail.

Gangster trophy fuck

I needed sex.  Should I go to those "married still looking" scam sites or just buy what I need?

Nowadays I stayed away from anything escort, or porn for that matter, until I have morning wood or just need sex.  It's easy to find satisfaction but the only pressure is, can she beat my last one?

As soon as I started to write my last conquest, the next one overwhelmed me one way or the other.  I'm on a roll!  So, this girl is the last one I met, jumping the line to appear first.

I have a few choices with familiar bookers.  But not on a Sunday.  This G isn't even my first choice.  But then she's available, but only after a few hours, probably travelling.  I passed but couldn't find any better and faster.  When the time comes I found out that she's still available.

I went to an "luxurious" apartment complex and to a secret apartment.  As I expected, pictures are totally irrelevant.  I like the girl in the picture, probably some foreign porn stars switched with movie star's heads.  But usually the girl is just as likable in a different way.

She has a body that everybody girl would not mind to have.  She's in a bikini, standing tall, without dark curtains and dim lights.  She looks fit and healthy compared to skinny girls, and her body looks flawless.  If her legs is a little longer she can really be a cat walk model.  I think she was bare foot.  Smaller girls will wear heels and taller girls will be bare foot, not wanting to be taller than some clients when the door is opened.

Her hair is all pinned up.  But that's not unusual.  She went for the naked look, barely seems to have much makeup on.  She does make use of tapes to make her eyes look beautiful and sexy.  She looks like a very pretty house wife but her body made her a porn star, not the rough and ready type.  She's very friendly and handled herself well.  So you can's tell if she's early twenties or over thirty.  It's not that I can't tell but my wife really looks half her age.

So it's not age.  Some girl like to go for cute and sweet and some girls like her try to be friendly and accommodating.

In the bathtub naked I understand her choice of darker bikini color.   She can go for fluffy pink lingerie, innocent white, or mysterious black.  But she has tattoo fully covering her back!  It was the usual greenish dark color but probably well made and stylish.  It looks like the girl friend of gangsters as in the movies, those with expensive suits and hair styles.

Now was I expecting too much nowadays?  She didn't wash my ass.  I was expecting her to kneel anytime to suck me good.  She didn't.  When she come out from the bathroom to join me,  I was hoping she would suddenly kneel down and suck me.  She didn't.  I sat on the side of the bed next to a wall mirror.  I was waiting for her to blow me there so I can watch in the mirror.  She just invited me onto the bed.

She blew me bare, pretty good but nobody can be much better then the rest.  I can resist not to look at her, but she likes to know if I was looking and behave differently, more nasty when I just lie down.  It was really but nothing really special.  She didn't lick and suck my balls.  But perhaps she did, not in a big way.

Then came the cow girl.  I discovered that her boobs and nipples looks rather fresh and bouncy.  I barely touch them, just admired them.  I was thinking how to give her a good fuck, suck and lick when it's my turn.

After riding me without bringing me to near climax, she got off and took my place.  She lied down and spread her legs, waiting for a missionary.   I don't particularly like that.  I liked to be asked what I want to do.  I like that in a way that "I'm a whore and fuck me now."  I know I need not go in but sometimes it's not bad to go with the flow.  If you want to go behind her back all at once some will freak out.  And missionary is the simplest way to warm her up, the pussy.

Once I got in, after a few strokes, I was thinking how to pull out gracefully, and what to do next with my favourite positions.  Before that, I wanted to try if she is a GFE, totally GFE, or GFE but just not kissing.

I went mouth to mouth and kissed her lightly.  Then deeper and tightly.  There is no resistance.  Her hands were still holding my lower body if at all.  She is not trying to be a good kisser and show me how to.  She is not trying to tease me with her tongue.  She is just letting me kiss her the way I want, probably holding my waist.

It's not my favourite position but my Kirby instant took over.  I just sucked on her mouth and lips, didn't let her go, holding her and kept fucking and fucking.  I like to do that probably not may girls will let you do that.

She is so obediently and accommodating that I let go of her body, and holding her head with both of my hands.  I kirbyed her and there was no signs of unwillingness or resistance.  May be it could a scene from the game thrones, holding a severed head and deep kiss on the mouth.  But I was also fucking her body. 

Soon my cock exploded like fireworks accidentally ignored on the ground, going off all at once.  I jerked and shuddered on top of her.  She laughed satisfactorily.

I know what happened could be that, girls are afraid of two things.  One, client don't come.  Two, over time.  In my case I wasn't too excited after the blow job and cow girl.  They are not bad at all but I usually wasn't into them.  I was a bit late so she would be worrying if I started to go for multiple positions from there.  If she sensed a way to finish me off on time she would.

This is my 2nd girl like that, full of tattoo at the back.  The last one made the room very dark and never turn her back on me.  She squeezed me in between bookings without giving me the time that I am entitled.  She is also quite pretty, acted maturely, very nice body but artistically not as nice as this one.  When I complained about the light she walked into me and so I start fucking her.  When I wanted spoon she wouldn't let me see her back.  When I tried to kiss her, her bossiness disappeared and took it all in, until I cum.  That place is more like Craiglist style, never much of a GFE place.  If she is not that pretty I would never tried.

Now G wants to connect with me after fuck so I will return next week or a few times more.  I would love to.  But nowadays I don't have any pressure to see anybody regularly.  When we say goodbye at the door she did the usual trick, she let her hair down.  It was beautiful, dense, lusty and silky and below her shoulder.  I wanted to marry her.  But then I wasn't addicted to anybody.  If I have the budget then I'll come back.  But I know that she won't be there for long, a couple of months at most.

So, my worry is will the next girl I fuck beat her?

Eat me more — head to toe person care rundown for billionaire mistresses

I'm on a roll!  I couldn't remember when you are spoiled for choices like this at my area.  You can pick who have the best legs and the pictures are decently real.  They are quite GFE too, kneel down and blow your mind away with no warning at all.

I haven't come round to write reviews yet as I don'twant to see their pictures too often, which get me all horny again, and have to pick up the phone.

Now for something different.  These are what my mistresses will use daily even when I'm a billionaire.  They are cruelty free, organic or otherwise as natural as pure water.  As with the most essential things in life, they don't cost much.

Hair

Use liquid Castile soap for shampoo.  Soap is basically a salt of an "alkaline" and a fatty acid.  Solid soap is made of sodium (as in common salt) as the "alkaline".  Potassium soaps are liquids.  Castile soap is made from olive oil as the fatty acid.  Not all fatty acids are equal, the same as that the "alkalines" are not equal.  Castile soap is known for it's gentle properties.

Commercial high quality shampoos are actually very gently, yet giving you the illusion of a lot of soapiness.  They put in a lot of goodies like moisturizers into the shampoo rather than cleaning agents, which you don't really need that much for a daily basis.  Also, a lot of things cannot co-exist with soap so they have to formulate something else for removing oil, but yet giving you a very soapy and clean feel.

So, Castile soap is the closest to commercial fake soaps - very gentle.  Cleaning agents do the same thing - remove oil.  For oily hair you can use every day.  For dry hair, some can go without shampoo for a week and still have very beautiful hair (see youtube videos).  That explains a lot of people can use baking soda only to rinse their hair, which doesn't do much for cleaning in solution form.  But if you fuck up your hair, you can sprinkle solid baking soda to deodorize and then rinse thoroughly.

With Castile soap, the hair doesn't feel that good after shampoo.  A famous brand that is certified organic have enough glycerin in it, which is universally used in personal care products as moisturizer.  With normal hair, you should feel perfectly fine after your hair is dry, without conditioner.

If your hair get all tangled after shampoo or otherwise still feel the need for conditioner, don't.  Conditioner coat your hair and takes much longer to dry.  A good detangle bush will do a good job for detangling without using any chemicals.  The best conditioner for me is dilute glycerin.

Organic Castile soap and Organic glycerin made from vegetables are both roughly about $10 a bottle ( about 32 oz, 1 L).  Liquid Castile soap can last a lot longer than a bottle shampoo because of the concentration and the amount you need.

Glycerin comes in the form of a very thick clear liquid, usually with a very low amount of water in it.  For one part glycerin by volume, anywhere from three part to ten parts of purified water can be used to dilute it.  It depends on personal preferences and application and of course cost.  With three parts of water, you can immediately feel the difference when your hands are dry.  With 10 parts, you are probably not aware of it but the glycerin is there.  It's like oil clinging onto your skin.  No mater how much you rinse the oil is still there.  Glycerin is soluble in water, but it clings to your skin, and retain water with the molecules.  It is sort of self regulatory.

You can rinse your hair with diluted glycerin but the more cost effective way is to spray with an "atomizer" or mist bottle.  Start with 8 parts of water and spray as much as you want and see how it goes when dry.

Don't use tap water for leave in sprays, as hard water contains a lot of dissolved solids.  But it doesn't cause any harm, as much as taking a bath with tap water.  Use filtered or distilled water.

Face

Castile soap followed by glycerin rinse or spray.  A lot of women use 6 parts of water for spray.  To "foliate" I recommend baking soda powder that is as fine as anything else and dissolve in water on contact.

To kill germs you can add vodka to the glycerin solution up to 20% alcohol content.  Standard vodka is 40% alcohol by volume, which can but not sufficient for first-aid that uses 70% rubbing alcohol (which is a different non-eatable chemical).  If you add equal part of water to vodka, you get 20% alcohol solution.  Not suitable for first-aid if you have rubbing alcohol, but effective in killing germs nevertheless.  Perhaps glycerin and vodka mixture allow the alcohol to cling onto the skin for longer, making it more effective as in hand sanitizers.  20% solution is tested on animal (me) for totally curing some germ related recurring skin problems.  Any higher or lower concentrations you have to test it on other animals (you).

You can use other alcohols as long as you can drink it (my title is eat/drink me more).  Just that Vodka is rather high concentration, pure, and colourless and nearly odourless.  Red wine is good for your skin I heard, but you don't want a red stain.  Dilute vodka is also recommended in some face beauty treatment.

Ear

Rinse your ear canal with glycerin and all your problems will vanish.  Glycerin dissolves oil and along with it the odour and accumulated dirt.  It is also a mild antiseptic as germs cannot grow in it.  You can use glycerin neat, but must rinse your ear canal thoroughly after.  Pure glycerin will absorb a small amount of water from your skin if it cannot find enough in the air.  But commercial available isn't usually 100% glycerin even though it's thick and almost pure.  For infections you can try diluting 3% hydrogen peroxide for first-aid with equal volume of water first.

Lips

Equal part of glycerin and purified for dry lips.  Sweet.  To me bloody red full thick lipstick is always a strong sign of Not to Kiss warning.

Body

Use Castile soap for body wash, followed by glycerin body spray if needed.  I used to have a huge bottle of body moisturizer with a pump by my side.  If I don't use it enough I will have outbreaks due to dryness even if I use Dove for body wash.  I don't need any lotions any more.

I have seen somebody with nice and delicate skin.  Their skin is in very good condition, good to see and good to touch.  But the thought of them all lotioned up is not appetizing.  Glycerin spray achieves the same purpose and more.  It's appetizing as it is actually sweet and used for (expensive) sugar substitution.  That made me think of human sushi plates.

Glycerin is actually good for skin health.

Private parts

Other than Castile soap and glycerin spray, you can use baking soda to deodorize and foliate.  You can get to awkward areas and do not need a separate towel or pad.  I'm not a doctor but you can research glycerin rinse as in ear canal above.  Glycerin is a mildly antiseptic, used in lubricants and used medically when inserting something in the pussy or ass.  Again, I'm NOT a doctor but perhaps I still have the costume in the closet.

Feet and Toes

Now my fav parts.  Spray your skin down there with glycerin (3 to 6 part water) whenever any dryness can be seen or felt.  You skin will be soft and smooth without any scrubbing.  If you suspect any nail or skin problems, add some vodka to the spray mixture.  The thought of it make me orgasm - bitter sweet - Vodka on the toes.

When Tokyo is not Tokyo

The New Year Eve firework in "Tokyo" is so good that the full display was captured in a CBS News video posted on Youtube.  But it was disturbing to see that a river now flows through the high rise buildings of "Tokyo".

On closer look you can see among billboards of ING, Samsung, that of China Mobile.  That's Victoria Harbor!

Can't even embed it.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLNKxMeRjDo&list=UU8p1vwvWtl6T73JiExfWs1g&index=26

Happy Ending 2012

I cut off cable and satellite.  I have no idea that The Client List is still going strong.  May I wish you a happy ending for 2012 and many more happy endings for the new year.

This is a quick update, but not necessarily short.  We'll see.   I have traffic school to attend by year end.  Though the good news is that because of effort to save State money, I can go to any online school instead of spending a whole day with juveniles passing "I like you" notes in class.  I have other deadlines by year end too.

Being the rare client who made it on a "newspaper" with decent circulation, I feel that I have the responsibility to show the bright beautiful side of the industry.  I'm still getting hits from that article left and right.

I think 2012 is the end of the prostitution abolitionists.  Using human trafficking as a smoke screen only give you good slogans, but didn't change anything.  Your mistake is not listening to friends and enemies.  I can tell you that charging on Craiglists won't work.  Shaming corporations to pull their ads on village voice won't work.  The circus got bigger and bigger until you became the joke.  You don't listen to sex workers who are supposed to be all victims.

You keep attacking human nature.  I know most of you are very religious and don't accept evolution.  But evolution is the accepted truth with evidence and it's a powerful force.  If you work against it you are throwing egg onto stone.

Macau, Las Vegas in the far east had already over taken Vegas in many ways.  One way Vegas can't compete is erotic entertainment.  Many tourists from the far east have no idea that the night life in Vegas is so crap.  Vegas have the most gorgeous show girls and strippers.  But they can't beat classy whore houses with full lineups.  There's so much hassle to find an escort to go to bed with you in the sin city.

Now you abolitionists know that there's no shame in money.  When there's enough money to yourself and to past down generations, you can call me anything, as long as I think I am helping someone, even prostitutes.  That's evolution, taking care of your offspring and give them a good head start.  Long live Backpages!

There are more things worse than being a prostitute if you just listen.  Like marrying a rich guy with a house by the beach.  Like the thought of being poor.  Chanel kept delaying the marriage in the hope that she could find another rich man that she can talk to.  In the mean time she kept a few old clients for living expenses.  But she is so afraid of being poor that she wouldn't ditch her boy friend without fallback.

Another obvious human nature is menopause.  Not so long ago in the history of humans, women died before they reach menopause.  Recent discoveries also allege that older fathers also contribute poor genes.  That's design by nature and it takes millions of years to change that.  But now we have nearly every woman reaching the menopause age.  Many of these women don't want sex.  What is the husband to do?

In some cities in California, men came out to play in nightclubs after their kids are sound sleep at home after 9pm.

Thanks to the Client List, giving a fair portrait of extras.  But I'm not sure it's 100% a good thing for me and some girls.  I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, that Chinese massage parlors are seemingly all over the places, from $15 food massages to the usual $60 per hour.  The reviews in YELP made me laugh a lot.  "Oh no, no extra happy endings in my neighborhood."  A woman said, "the place is crap.  After a while, the male owner came in to do the massage."  I still can't stop laughing and rolling over on the floor.

Not so long ago, parlors are easily classified into whore houses, hand job factories, DIY fantasy land and real massages places (where you may still get happy endings).  I went into a massage parlor next to a beauty salon, and ended up getting a great massage and a happy ending without too much effort.  The bizarre thing is that women also enjoy massages there.  I have seen classy parlors which were setup to be unisex  but ended up with males only. I'm sure this one has woman patrons because while I was receiving a massage and then happy ending, a woman went in for a session and left her kid at the front office that I could hear him playing.  No men will do that in a massage parlor.  I heard that women ask for pussy rubs too but I don't know any masseuse good enough to ask her how often.

My 220V clipper died.  Not really, but it ruined the cheap compact portable voltage adapter.  I am not throwing more money in it.  RIP.  I got another space age clipper that is a European brand.  A 220V fan also was broken within a few months' time.  I thought the last connection with the old 220V country is the toaster, not big enough for 4 local sized toasts but a waste of energy for 2 slices.  I was going to severe all ties but then I discovered that another 220V  kitchen appliance was is regular use.  Can't throw away all adapters.

I am still fond of local girls over there.  But now they will be overwhelmed by Eastern European girls.  But the good ones will rise to the occasion and their fees too, like a boat on rising sea level.  But I think I'm not going back because I can't believe that a generation who grew up on mandatory child benefits will agree to austerity.  The bankers committed crimes but governments either let most of them off, or said openly that they can't do much about it. Only fining HSBC for laundering drug money isn't very fair as so many people are dead in the war on drugs.

During tough times the different attitudes shows.  Employees over there are obviously dispirited, in the shadow of being lay off or actually had been laid off starting next month.  Here they are just happy to have a job even with minimum wage.  They treated me like a king.  Why?  It's simple.  Please rescue them from their minimum wage job.  Any job is better than theirs.  Long haired young blond collecting supermarket carts.  Very bright kids working at the supermarket checkout.  I also look like I run my own business who can hire on the spot.  When I sneak out in a Friday afternoon and shopped in an automotive parts shop, somebody actually called me boss.  That's what the guy wanted to call me for real.  But I don't have my own business.

I'm still laundering tax money (from mrs player) to keep myself on the client list.  I hired a remote assistant to handle my screening calls without compromising my privacy.  I can't be on any good list without her service.

Folies of the prostitution abolition camp

Village voice group, founders of the Village Voice and dozens of alternative weekly newspapers, and owner of Backpages, sold all the papers while keeping Backpages!

Why I haven't thought of that? But I'm not wrong.  I predicted even if they manage to shut down BP, someone in the adult industry will take its place, without worrying about image problems.  Now the owners and founders did exactly that.

It's interesting how the abolition camp cries foul or cries victory.  Some checked that VV is using the exact same offices with separation of the different entities, and that the newpapers employees may still be paying by VV group.  They vow to follow the situation and the money trail.

They don't seems to understand the newspapers are struggling and money losing business.  Sold is sold.  Nobody cares and nobody wants to hold onto them.  Everybody cares about BP.

They did manage to force big companies to pull ads from Village Voice weekly and other papers.  But they are adding fuel to the fire.  They are squeezing money out of struggling businesses.  They brought downs the papers, for nothing.

I don't know, but they should know, checking the balance sheets of the whole group.  BP is not a tiny classified part of a huge conglomerate.  BP is making huge money while the rest struggles.  The making making business, indeed the whole market, is created by the abolition camp when they forced Craigslist to take money for previously free ads.

I did say one certainly good thing that comes out of Backpages is that it can sponsor some journalist to do some real investigations.  Village Voice did some good reports in the past, and the BP money can let them keep some good editors and reporters.  But many are laid off gradually and some big names are forced out before selling.  They cannot recover to past glories at their new owners.

This shows that Craig is really dumb.  His whole team could have retired with a guaranteed handsome income for years and can do other things with the money.  That's why people start up companies and sold them for huge profits.

Of course even dumber is the abolition camp.  They don't know who agrees with their agenda, cheer them, or paying lip service to them are really laughing at them behind their asses.

For the record, have you seen those mysterious dumb ads on BP lately before the sale?  A perfectly normal escort or rubdown ad suddenly links to an article in an anti-human trafficking website.  You just irrigate law abiding patrons into hating you.

My secret weapon revealed and field tested

If you are thrilled to pay someone have to put up with your bad breath and smelly feet, while your normal acquaintance don't, my secret weapon is not for you.

I don't know how big corporation brain washed people to think that bad breath need mouth wash, mint and such.  What you need is a potent deodorizer but safe to your body.  And that's very cheap - baking soda.  Dissolve a spoonful of baking soda into warm water and use it as mouth rinse, any bad breath will be gone instantly.  Even if you brush your teeth once every 3 days (because of a deadline of a deadline of course).  Do it once at night and you don't worry about the next day, or even next week.  Of course you do need to rinse your mouth with pure water after.  Baking soda is a skin protectorant (written on the label) but it's slightly alkaline, so it's not a good idea to keep it in your mouth, even though you can eat it safely.

The same for smelly feet.  You can soak your feet (in the sink) with a lot of soda for a while.  If you are not that smelly, you can just take a bath with half a cup of baking soda or less.  For the long term, baking soda is a better and finer skin scrubbing agent, better than any micro pores that I used.  You don't even need any silly wash cloth or gadget.  Just grab a pinch of soda powder and rub it on your feet with your hands.  You will look like just coming out from a foot spa.

Baking soda is actually in crystal form, comes in fine power, and soluble in water.  The cheap chemical process, as opposed to mining from natural sources, make the find power  uniform.  Because it's soluble, it can do no harm.  People use it on their face instead of micro pore face cleansers.

And if you actually took a soda bath, you will notice the pleasant surprise that comes with it.  It acts as a water softener even though it is soluble in water.  People add it to laundries.  If you have hair, they will go fluffy instantly, and so does your bush.  Only people with whole house water softener have that type of bush, and eco friendly versions are very expensive.

Of course it will deodorize not just your feet, but your arm pit, and anything else in between.  And since people scrub their face with it, you can scrub anything else with it.  And Mrs Player won't notice that I used her micro pores for my balls.

I bet it will whiten your teeth effortlessly.  I remembered long ago an adv said that if you use baking soda, it will take you buckets, while their tooth paste is much more effective.  I would say it's just the other way round.  You can brush with power, paste, or just solution, depending on how much effort you want to spend and how fast you want to see the effect. 

The other evidence is that baking soda can clean a lot of things in the kitchen, removing 10 year old grease stains, 10 year old stain on grouts, even 10 year old stain on the porcelain sink.  My kitchen is so shining white that it's scary.  Once you apply it, it seem to have some nano technology built in.  The white will keep shining white for some reason.  I think there may be a nano layer of fine crystal structure covering the surfaces like spider web.  Like spreading a drop of oil on water. The oil layer could be just atoms thick.  New stains can't get to the old surface but got neutralized by the nano layer.

But be careful when you whiten your teeth.  I would think baking soda is safe.  But hydrogen peroxide will attack your gum instantly.

So after the first time I rinsed my mouth, relaxed in a soda plus salt bath, I looked at the classified.  I picked the first girl with milky skin and meat on the bone.  She didn't say what she would do, didn't mention GFE or anything.  I don't care.

I also brought out my Ted London outfit, even though I never saw any Ted dressing like that in London.  So guys, it may not be the soda, maybe it's just me or Ted.

At the door it was a disappointment.  But that's usual.  On second glance, she was actually what I wanted, milky skin (will explain later), looked good on sexy pyjamas, large natural breast.  Her face didn't look like Nicole, and her proportion isn't that perfect, but not bad at all on heels.

Because my tire was flat, she offered me a massage.  I let her and laid stone dead.  She started to relax and touched me with her legs, and then sat on me with her pussy.  When she was totally relax I asked, " do you want a massage?"  A lot don't and not without thinking for a moment.  But she said yes, I like it.

She really did laid down on her tummy expecting a massage.  With some meat on the bone I was right that she has a great ass, looking great lying tummy down.  I was going to go for that but I was afraid to alarm her.  So I turned her over to feed on her breast.

I had a great feast on her large breast while rubbing her pussy.  Then I just went down on her.  Then feed again.  And again ......

If you ever had bad breath, you will find out that if you kiss some place the 2nd time, you will hate yourself for kissing there the first time, because of your own smell!  I know the soda works for real because of the nothingness.

Having finished her front side I pushed her to turn over.  Then I fed on her ass just as I fed on her breast.  Then I spread her butt cheek to have a clearer look.  She didn't resist and it looked good.  If she's deep tan you couldn't have seen anything.  It's like an African catching crow in the dark.

Before I dived in to rim her I remembered that I had to do it first.  I kissed her face from her back, then her lips.  No resistance.  So I turned her over to kiss her properly, then insert my tongue, deeper and then deeper.  Then I invited her tongue out to do tongue scraping.  It's not a proper scraping but I can suck her tongue out.  Gone with the wind style, but with tongue sucking.

With that done I went down to rim her.  Maybe it's their trade secret too.  Nothingless, no fragrance, no nothing, just starfish and ass.  I spread her legs wide apart and eat her pussy too.  It was good to be in control and in a candy jar, don't know where to start again and again.

After riming her to my heart's desire I went up again to DFK her and twisted her tongue again with my tongue.  Before that I kissed anywhere in between.  With some meat in the bone her skin is milky and silky to the touch.

I didn't remember how many times I went up and down, each time I couldn't let go of the other side.  After I'm done, I laid down and tried her oral skills.  I was a bit disappointed when it was covered.  I thought we had closer connections than that?  Think of where my tongue and lips had been.  But sometimes you just need to ask for it.  But I didn't remember nor did I care.

When she blew me real hard, I got at the back of her and inserted.  It was my favourite spoon position, and super for her big ass.  But only after a minute I had to give that up.  I turned her around and put her right in the missionary position.  Then I inserted both my cock and my tongue in different positions.

It was waves after waves of lingering kiss and tongue sucking and twisting.  When my cock delivered the last drop, I pulled out my tongue too.

I was too exhausted to even open my eyes.  I just rolled over and laid dead.  I felt that she pulled the condom and cleaned me up with tissues.

I was imagining her to rush over to the bathroom and clean herself up, for I was kissing all over her body, and much more than that actually.  My eyes was closed maybe so she could run faster without pretending to walk.

But surprise surprise I felt a hot body clinging onto me.  So I opened my arms, held her by the neck, and let her cling onto me and put her legs over my legs.  Lucky that I don't had bad breath, or I would had smell my own odour on her.

When I rested enough I wanted to get up and go.  But she wouldn't let me.  She told me I had time.  I was trying to be considerate.  I don't need the time but she can make good use of it, like taking a shower, preparing for the next client.  But she was good to cuddle.

Some girls feel awkward if there's no talking or doing nothing.  But not for her.  She just cling onto me with her head on my chest, leg on my legs.  Now for the first time I was feeling a bit awkward for the nothingness. I stretched my arms and my whole body to say that I was all recharged and ready to go.  She wanted another shot.

I told her I was tired ( was I always?) but in my mind I was hoping for miracles.  She caressed my cock for a few minutes.  That didn't work.  After a few minutes she would caress my balls.  Then after a few minutes she would feather massage my nipples.  She meant business.

When she knew it was hopeless, I got up, and she took her leg off me to let me go.  But she stayed in bed.  I went for a shower so I didn't have to when I got home.  She just stayed in bed.

When I came back into the bedroom after the shower, she was still laying in bed full of confidence like Nicole, but fully naked.  It was a spacious room with some wall to ceiling mirrors as closet doors, and a king size bed.  It was rather bizarre with a fully naked woman  lying in the middle of the bed.  It was bizarre because she didn't move a muscle when I put on my Ted London outfit.  It was bizarre because the proportion of her facial features, and the proportion of her legs with respect to her body, is not that A-list as Nicole, but at that moment she behaved like she had.

She even whispered "silly penis" very affectionately.

After I put on my clothes I didn't know what to do but just walk out of the bedroom.  Finally she got up and saw me out fully naked.  Behind the front door we did a full body hug.  I could had DFK'ed her but I already rinsed my mouth with silly mouthwash.  Luckily I didn't had bad breath, or else I would have caught my own bad breath from her body and got it all over Ted.

ps To be responsible, beware of frequent and long term use of baking soda.  It's in everything, even medical procedures, so it's pretty safe.  It does make you dry if you over do it.  The other ingredient I use is pure glycerine diluted with water.  It's the moisturizer found in most commercial formula.  I use it as a final rinse for everything, or just use it to wash anything.  For me, no more conditioner, thick body wash, body lotion.

Positive thinking

I woke up today with hard wood.  At my age it's not that usual.  Against all odds, I eat well, sleep well, stresses well.  I reached for Mrs Player to see if her school girl pyjama was on.  But all I reached was a pillow in between, meaning out of bounds.

When I have guest that doesn't know each other well, when they see the master bedroom, I think the wives want to swap.  Not wife swapping, but want to be in Mrs Player's shoes, literally.  They want to linger a bit more at the door and wander a little inside with some excuses.  Of course I only notice the highly fuckable ones because I pay attention.

It's a huge queen bed in a decent sized bedroom with on suit bathroom.  A huge Mrs Player's wedding picture high up on the wall.  On one side there is a ceiling to wall wardrobe.  Overflood the wardrobes are Mrs Players clothing allowances - a rack of shoes, a rack of outfits, even bags, all trust fund worthy stuff.  Some wives want to masturbate there and then if not having an organism.

From my experience with women (haha!), it's about what to put up with to get what they want.  From what they told me, and my guess work, the worst are fat pigs on top of you, bad breath or simply don't brush teeth enough, denture not cleaned properly.  Hair and skin flaking out.

Simply by not overweight (with well hidden love handles), no need to turn away with eyes open when making love, lots of hair, allowing what Mrs Player do what she pleases in the master bedroom, everybody rather sleep with me instead.

The other day I had time to kill.  Of course I though of massage, that's addictive.  But out of action for a while, finding a good massage AND THEN a good fuck is really difficult.  Not even a compromise if I want to.  I can't easily get through screening all of a sudden.  That saved me a lot of money by not getting what I want.

I vaguely have a solution for time killing if not anything else.  I just happened to drive through a massage joint, that was always there for as long as I remembered.  I never went inside as I never heard of anybody talk about it.  The area and the strip mall isn't promising in any sense.  But I have nothing much to lose.

I went in, saw a half hour promotion at the door.  It could mean anything.  I was surprised the joint is one of the clinically clean ones.  A mature woman greeted me.  She is not old and overweight.  Still attractive in a way.  She passed.

My heart sank a little when I see that the rooms have a salon door. Haven't encountered that for long time.  It's worse because the room is really small, just big enough for a massage table and no more.  Anybody walked pass is like walking pass your feet, naked.

My hundred dollar bill came back as a lot of changes on the chair, started working its magic. It was a really good massage and she was into it.  She whispered in my ear to see if I wanted the full hour.  Usual stuff.  I decided to disappoint her but changed my mind at the last minute.  Really I have only one hour to kill and I may have to go earlier.

Just to be naughty, I put my hand on her bottom when I told her I want to complete the hour.  At her age she is not shy and I don't get too much sanctification on her jean covered ass.

It was even better because she worked hard for her next appointment.  She jumped on bed, did the feet massage, and leg joint massage, but not trying to sex me up.  She had no intention to. 

Then I touched myself under the towel.  That was my vague plan.  In the past I refused to touch myself even though some joints are designed for that, with cheer leaders outfit, but you can't touch them nor they touch you there.  I rather enjoy the eye candy and stimulating massage and then go somewhere next for hardcore sex.

There are times when I gave up and touch myself, the woman went as far as possible and gave me a scalp massage!

When she knew for sure I was touching myself, she hesitated for a moment and then said, like a little girl in a soft girly voice, "what are you doing?"  At the same time she pressed something, must be a warning light.

I retreated with with a wicked smile on my face as if I just did a prank.  She kept on the massage as if nothing happened.  After a while, I knew she would come to her senses and know that I am no trouble.  The massage is more intimate without sexing me up. 

Then I put my hand under the tower again.  If not for the salon doors I would have pulled the towel.  After the initial chaos, she actually helped along.  She would massage as far as my tights would go and not touching anything else.  She would also rub my chest sensually while blocking the door with her body.

When I came she gave me a lot of towels to clean up and asked me to throw them all on the ground so she didn't need to touch them.

One more thing.  She wanted to compliment my feet while massaging it.  For what I could tell she was holding it like having an oral fixation.  She couldn't find the word probably she knew it's wrong to say it's beautiful, and can't find another word.  At the end she said firm and ended the topic hastily that she started.

For the background, I developed very tough skin at the heels since the swimming season last summer.  I decided to do something about it recently so it was like coming out of a foot spa most of the time.  On top of that since I don't walk that much, I discovered I developed quite some clean pretty nails without realising it, on in-good-shape long toes.

If you can travel in time ...

There are actually many versions of time travel, at least in sci-fi.  A physics professor is working on a time machine for real, a childhood ambition to see his deceased father again.

My version of time travel is that everything revert to the same state at the time you want to go.  So you can go back to when you are 18 again and again.  That's eternity.

There are many holes, like typical scripts and novels, but you can always fill it in as you go along.  Like buying antique stuff to bring back with you so they will be functional when you arrive back in time.  Somehow you need to preserve your memory with some mechanism to live eternally.  The simplest is to write down everything on paper and carry with you in the hope that you understand when you get there.

You are free to do anything as if you live your life all over again in the way you choose.  In a quantum universal, it's like a parallel universal, in that everything that can happen happened in one universal or another.  You are not afraid to run into yourself because probably yourself don't exist at that time and universe, or impossibly to have the same identity.  And you probably don't cross path.  Otherwise, there's the so called dead ringer to explain away everything.

You won't tell anybody else because otherwise your advantage do not exist.  You have good knowledge how the future will turn out.  You have unlimited money and power.  If you tell anybody it won't work even if they believe you.  Therefore fellow time travellers may exist but will not ruin each other's life.

The interesting thought will be, if you have limited energy and resources, who to bring with you.  You offer your eternal life to someone else.  Offsprings become not important because you don't need them to continue your DNA.  You can have them whenever you want, later.  Once you have kids, you don't want to keep them forever because they want their own life.

There are conflicting statistics of men that I have no answer but state my preference.  Some men visit the same prostitute over and over again.  Some want to have sex with as many women as possible, and paying make up the numbers a lot more.  The same with porn stars.  Some want new stars everyday but others are difficult to switch.

So if you have unlimited power and richness, you probably don't want to bring anyone with you.

From time to time, I ran into model materials, who drove me crazy with their bodies just by standing there.  That's not critical and I can snap out of that.  And if you have money, you can always have desert whenever you want.

The face is another thing.  She has to look good when wet, or dry, or sweaty, with makeup, and naked, smiling, crying, in pain or pleasure.  Simply beautiful just don't cut it.  It have to be a combination of beauty, cuteness, uniqueness, special, or anything you want to justify our choice.  It can be said of any other body parts, like legs.

And then there is the personal connection.  A kiss is not a kiss when nothing is there, no sparkle.  I'm sure money can buy some, but that's not a certain thing.

And then the character.  I have been treated like dirt, say, by Chanel when I didn't pay her enough for her troubles.  I have been abused non-violently by you know who.  Character deficiency is really difficult to fix and you don't want to face for all eternity.

And there is the option of not bringing her with you.  You can find another version of her that could be better.  Fall in love all over again, or not.

If you fancy a prostitute, you have the option of going back together, before or after she became a prostitute, or when she was still a virgin if you desire.

The first person I want to bring in mind is - Chanel.  She gave me a hard on every time.  I can always lost my mind for an hour or two with her.  I still can't kiss her enough.  I know the worst of her characters and we have nothing to hide.  I'm sure there are plenty like her, but if I have to pick one she is a candidate that I have already.

The runner up is, surprise surprise, Mrs Player.  She still gives me a hard on when naked or in something sexy, thought she likes to wear grandma's torn pyjamas at home.  I can't kiss her enough but she doesn't let me.  Her character is killing me but I'm certain 100% money will cure it.  She is the eternal school girl, even at her age.  Worse still, now she is wearing stuff as if she has a trust fund.  I'm so honoured going out with when she let me.  If she looked a bit more like a woman, people will think I'm rich and powerful.  As it stands, she looked like a good catch to me.  That it's her family who is rich, not me. It is totally opposite to Chanel, so obviously she is a gold digger, even she is rather cute.

As for why she dresses like having a trust fund?  The things that she can't sell she can keep for clothing allowance.  At the time, it's thousands of dollars, each season.  It's not her money no matter what. 

Canada stands up to the axis of evil

Current prostitution laws have the practical consequence of forcing prostitutes to work in circumstances that add significantly to their lack of safety. In Ontario, that will change. By next month, prostitutes will be able to hire a bodyguard and, a year from now work from a house. Prostitutes in other jurisdictions, like Quebec, must still in theory work the streets alone, unprotected by authorities other than police.

Canada ruling

Classy prostitutes

This girl is not a prostitute but a model at work (but you never knows).  She's just here to illustrate my point.

I had said before why would you want to dress like having a trust fund, when in fact you don't.

I understand that there are good reasons, like gold digging, bragging, but hardly for sex.  In public my radar will be legs, butt, breast and face, may be face right after legs.

But like watching porn versus picking your prostitute, the criteria for judging is different.

I will have an immediate hard on if a working girl dresses like that, works better than cosplay, or lingerie.  And that's from experience.  There's no need for meat exposure because I know that I'm getting to see it all and feel it all.  It's better not with strangers, because I will know what I'm getting into.

Long story short, Chanel turned up one day in my motel room like this, well, a little.  She didn't wear a jacket, and her dress probably didn't worth more than the fashion jewellery that the model is wearing - about one grand for nothing precious in it. 

But anyway I couldn't stop smiling, and my jaw is so tired thinking about it.  I grabbed her waist and sit her on the bed.  I sat next to her and put my hands on her knees.  I wouldn't want to go any further because I was afraid she would get up and start taking off her clothes.

I just gently caressed her legs while listening to her, and she would stop the advance of my hand when it got too close to her private.

She was in a good talkative mood that day.  I tried to listen but all I was doing was pretending while looking at each of her eyebrow hair and anything else I could see.  And do my best to repsonse so as to keep her talking and sitting there.  Her raw hair looks good like this model.  Today she had her hair done, expensive and very subtle.  If I don't know her I would think her hair looks like this everyday.

Some people have eyebrows all wrong.  Some have to trim it often like cutting the lawn.  Some just don't look right no matter how you trim it.  Her eyebrows are always alright.  But trimming probably comes bundled with her beauty salon treatments.  For her it was like cutting raw diamonds into diamonds.  I was close enough to watch every hair that left.

She was on official business and would go to her sister's company after lunch.  Probably true, but it could also be that she was going to meet her VIP client.  I could be jealous - she wouldn't go through all that trouble for me, for my compensation.  I could raise that, but instead I tried my best to get there first.  Indeed once she complained that her expensive naked look make-up got completely sucked out of her face.  She had to do it all over again for her afternoon engagement, whatever it was.

Two new year fantasies

No resolutions means I don't have to do it and possibly fail.

The popularity of anal hair removal triggered my memory of an old boys talk with a dentist in training, about promoting full body anesthesia with the tag line - "you won't remember a thing".   Of course he will be offering it to attractive patients who worth his efforts.

I'm fantasying to open a beauty salon, specializing in hair removal, and in particular anal hairs.  First, my reassuring assistant, a motherly figure like a experienced nurse, will make every patient sit on a scanner.  It's a bit medical looking equipment to draw from a CAT scan, but in reality it's really a scanner, the sort you use on desktops to scan pictures.

Of course they have to take off their panties and spread their legs.  Sit in thin air and then on the scanner surface.  Of course patients will never be shown their real scans.  If their arse pass the scan test, my assistant will bring out the doctor, me, in full professional gown and makeover.

I will not offer full body anesthesia because I don't think I can get away with it.  I will take a couple of minutes to explain that anal hair removal is a very delicate procedure, requiring that my laser probe has to be stabilized by as many fingers as possible all the time, around very sensitive areas that patients are not used to be touched.  All this time I will be waving the probe like a wand for the hypnosis effect, and moving all my fingers in an artistic manner all over.  That means I am not going to use a glove and her silence means acceptance.

My assistance can do the job for male patients.

It can't happen in real life unless you are a full time hair remover.  For the hassle you can do at most a patient or two every other day, and you probably have to find an assistant who will blow you afterwards.

Now turning to something that could actually happen.  To marry a whore.

Never really think of that before.  And it seems to be too impossible to think about it.  Not long ago I was the sort of guys who only want to marry virgins.

Now in a remote, disconnected, calm, distance, rational state, I can say that's not that impossible.  All I need is a way out of my miseries, and a way in, the right whore.

It's not about sex and fresh young meat.  It's not because Chanel is still well under 30.  My wife will still win some putting them in a lineup, despite decades of age difference (about two).  In school uniform my wife will have the upper hand.  Chanel turns out to have a very beautiful face, after losing her baby fat since 19.  But my wife isn't at all weak.

I tend to forget about age.  In the last Halloween, when I took my kid out to trick and treat, I still got candies because I was in costumes.

Chanel's boy friend is just over 30.  I think I ran into them once.  And like Chanel, I have no problem dumping him given half the chance.  But for Chanel, dumping him could mean a life of poverty, ending up like some of her "colleagues", and nobody cares.

I'm still attracted to any one of them from head to toe.  I am sure about Chanel because she finally let me suck her toes and proud of it.  Can get near her ears though.  I am not that sure about my wife because I remembered I did but in recent memory I couldn't get her to take a bath together and then suck away.

I can still kiss any of them passionately as if making out in the back seat.  I know Chanel takes my tongue as a service, but that's good enough.  It's better than my wife who doesn't tolerate it.  Perhaps Chanel is more than providing a service.  You need some connection and acceptance to start being DFK's in the first place.

There are so much screwed-up people, or you can say incompatibility.   I know what the worse Chanel will come to.  Take my money and run?  There's an app to avoid that.  She doesn't really like me?  Maybe better than my wife.  I'm certain that I will not marry my wife the 2nd time.  But Chanel is like dating for a couple of years (it seems), and I think I know all of her daemons.  No surprises.

The alternative?  Like the single blond mother who showed off her bikini body in front of me in the swimming pool?  It's the same thing.  If I am not perceived as rather successful, nobody will bother.  Not Chanel.  Not my wife.   And if I am more than rather successful?  Single blond virgins, or college girl gone wild.

Can I live with her past?  In hind hind sight, it's not that difficult.  Far from her numbers, I have done some women.  Some are gorgeous but some I cannot be proud of.  (in the middle of the night, no alternative other than my own hand job)  And I know and have seen how's it's done.  If you need money quick, and you got a good madam, it's almost condom to condom doing incalls.  I have ran into clients and pimps that are rather repulsive.

Some men are into wife swapping.  But I'd rather find a whore myself.

It's funny how Japanese categorize their porn stars.  Some don't do sex and show the three points.  The censored stars have higher status than those uncensored ones who have to probably make the movie outside of Japan and the uncensored version is for export only.  Age from under aged (no sex, no points) to as mature as you can get while still attractive to some.  No points, censored, uncensored, amateurs, non-pro, civilian?  All in the mind.

Despiting satisfying all the male fantasies, the young girls are still behaving like angels.  The matures are so proud being able to make a porn movie.  Indeed all are proud.  For some it's like souvenirs when they are at their prime.   I don't think they have trouble finding eligible mates.

I have another girl, about the same age as Chanel, who likes to dress up and go out with me.  She even invited me to her local Starbuck alternative in the evenings.  It's like a cross between a Paris cafe and a British pub.  It's a place to look at other people, get dates, get laid, and show off their gadgets.  There are high school kids who were doing their homework, gossiping on Facebook, but mostly are younger professionals who would be proud to discuss the last book they read.  But somehow we didn't click.  I like her, sure.  Her body?  Great.

But it's Chanel who got my heart somehow.  Once I booker her in the morning.  I was on her chest recuperating after sex.  Then I discovered that I lost a few hours of time.  I remembered we were talking.  If not, I would have accused her of giving me date rape drugs.  Then she asked me to lunch.  Then we lost a few more hours in the restaurant until all other patrons left.  I'm almost sure she was up to something.  But I can't complain.  If we don't get along she could have pulled out any time.  I wasn't bribing her with anything other than the meal.

OK, back to now.  Looking for kindle books for kids.

My top posts

Blogger doesn't list top blog posts for the year, but the all time popular posts and top posts of the month are basically the same.

By a huge huge margin, Club Black of Buenos Airs, Argentina leads the pack, together with other clubs and posts.  Being discovered by the media is one thing, showing that there is a market for that is another.  We all know the bargain basement sex tourists and their boards.  I don't mind being one, looking at what the other 50% does (or experiencing it?), but you get hostile reactions from them, as if you alone can ruin their pocket.  Now if someone can tell me where to find Thai university students in their sexy uniforms asking for compensated dating, I will get there on my next break or detour.

I have no idea why my soft porn post is so popular, relatively.

Advertising is a hot topic, meaning there are always new girls thinking about it.  If I write about it more I will be assisting cheating.  Girls know about these things.  They often put up a few ad in different places and markets with different names.  They know how their ad is doing.  Basically get them to the door and get them to stay with your charm even if they are a little disappointed.  Sometimes new girls don't know what pictures are stocks, highly photoshopped, or real.  They don't know their competition and used the wrong strategy.

Ah, I don't know that flat chested woman is so popular, or the thought of what to do with them.  Pinching, pinching, pinching. I do that to my wife, so I am not trolling.  In the heat of the moment she can take it well.

Nevada brothels capture American's imaginations.  I'd rather remain silence as I never set foot in it.  I don't live there nor I have a deep pocket.

Surprise, surprise, many of you have anal hair problems.