How Many Angels Can Dance on the Head of a Pin?

It had been a stressful Monday at work and as I finally got away after 6, I really felt I needed some stress-relief before I went home to goodness-knows what, so I stopped off at a brothel I drove past every night.

I selected a perky cutie calling herself Vanessa, and we headed off to the bedroom. As I came out of the shower and she walked back in, she stared at me saying "Oh, my God. Its so big".

I ignored her comment, helped her out of her skimpy g-string and top, and we retired to the bed.

But despite passionate kissing and cuddling and a nice hand-job, she still insisted that she didn't think she would be able to take me, since she was relatively new to the job.

I told her to relax and told her the story of "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?". (It dates back to the 13th century, to Thomas Aquinas, as an illustration of pointless arguments.)

Image from Pinterest, originally from ck12.org.

"So how about we dance?

I held my erect pin vertically and directed her to squat over it, then to perform a little dance on the head of my pin.

Well, she definitely was tight. (Sadly, it reminded me of my wife's vaginismus, frozen vagina, years ago). But as Vanessa twisted and 'danced', she giggled, but I did feel her wetness developing. She didn't exactly inch on to me, it was more millimetre by millimetre. By the time her tight pussy had taken in my glans, her giggles had turned to moans, and her little pirouettes had become a vigorous twist.

Her love juices were running down my root now, and with released passion and enthusiasm, she lifted up then thrust down on me, again, and again and again. She leaned over me, took my head in her hands and kissed me passionately, saying "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're so thick, but Oh so nice! I should be paying you." (which she didn't).

Needless to say, I didn't last long, though she didn't orgasm herself.

I got an extra big kiss and cuddle as I was leaving and she said "Do cum again. I'll know what to do next time" with a giggle.

As I drove home, greatly de-stressed, I congratulated myself for my part in initiating this pretty little thing angel into the work of pleasuring gentle-men of all sizes.

PS. The above is a slightly embellished IRL encounter from about 15 years ago - I'm not really that big, though she did think so.

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Fucking Like A Whore?

Let me start with an apology to any readers that might find this subject matter confronting. As broad-minded sex bloggers, we must sometimes confront the bad, the ugly and sometimes simply different preferences to our own. But hang in to the end as I draw the threads together!

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Flirt like a girl,

Seduce like a woman,

Fuck like a whore!

I came across this quote recently on Twitter (@LostSoul2809). The thinking here seems to be that whores are MILFs that fuck with boundless, unbridled passion.

Fucking Like a MILF vs Fucking Like a Whore

Sure, a small percentage of whores are of MILF age. But the quality of sex is never dependent on the marital or parental status of a person or whether money has changed hands. Quality is always dependent on the connectedness and caring between a couple.

The types of whores and their services are as varied as the men that see them.

Whoredom - Who, Why, What!

To understand their services, one needs to understand the different reasons girls/women get into "whoredom".

• Quick money, typically students, for a limited time, though sometimes looking for a 'husband' for a 'green-card'. Experience ranges from the neophyte to the libidinous dilettante. The key words are "quick" and "money".
• A sub-set of the above, are the 'sex doll' types. They think their looks are all that is needed to hook a guy, but sex is a 'star fish' experience, a cum-dump receptical - easy money.
• The partnered worker. Generally a bit older, 25 upwards, with a husband, partner or boyfriend, though typically not yet a MILF. Her service will be colder, reserving kissing, fingering, oral-on-her, orgasms etc., for her partner.
• The divorced, separated or widowed. Perhaps with no career backup and sometimes raising children alone, sex work provides a comfortable income with flexible hours. They are generally more sexually experienced, the classic 'MILF', although a wide range of experience is found. Some are reserved, others never want a man in their personal life again, and use their sex work to satisfy their own sexual needs (with the right type of client). This is my play-ground.
• The professionals have made sex work their career. They have trained in specialist/extreme techniques and the line between professional actress and personal enjoyment is blurred.

Orgasms, Enjoyment or Mattress Actresses

I would venture a guess that only 2% of 'whores' orgasm sometimes and perhaps 30% 'enjoy' the sex, from a lot to a little. They all tolerate it for the money. They are not called "mattress actresses" for nothing - "faking it till he makes it" is very much the norm. 

Then of course there is 'The Clock' - fucking stops when the money/time runs out. Do you really want to or expect your partner to 'fuck like a whore'?

Kink, Consent and Expectations

On the other hand, if you you have flirted and seduced with the sole purpose of a NSA one-night-stand to satisfy your own sexual kink, then by all means, 'fuck like a whore'. Just make sure you are both fucking from the same play-book and understand each other's expectations.

The Attraction of MILFs (and GILFs)

As a term, 'MILF' is rather derogatory, often used by young men with no idea about respect or maturity. It is especially disrespectful as a call-out to a person that you know nothing about, based purely on appearance.

But as a concept, I think it is something to be treasured and aspired to. As a self ascribed label,  a woman is asserting her sexual desirability irrespective of age - desire doesn't stop after children. Once the pressure of trying to find "the one", a life partner, is past, then the biological clock of having a family, a woman over forty can put all that behind her. Sex should now be for fun and pleasure alone. She is at her sexual prime. A lot of promotion is put into 'Work/Life' balance, but we really need to put more effort into our 'Life/Sex' balance.

But wait. Let's not be sexist. Ladies, do you dream of your FILTH (Father/husband I Love To Hump)?

Vive la MILF (and GILF, even GrGILF, and FILTH)! (Speaking as a self proclaimed DOM!)

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Sexual Independence Day - Hot Rodding Mai (2007)

Content Warning! Contains graphic sexual descriptions, originally written as a personal journal for private use.

An Old (2007) FOTM Journal

I was going through some old archives on my computer recently in an 'iso' cleanup moment, and came across the following in my old FOTM Journal from 2007 (this was before my BLOG). OMG, 2007 - checking my diary, I see that Mai was only the 3rd LOP I had the pleasure of after finally giving up on a lustless marriage, and diving into the world of transactional sex. After Mai, I was well and truly hooked. Wow, is this what marital sex was supposed to be like? Woo; Hoo; Celebration!!! Sexual Independence Day! "Happy New Year Life"!

---xxxXxxx---

The Need For a Quickie

"It is a Wednesday evening in the middle of January (2007) and I really need a fuck. I think I'll try out 'Night Moves', a cheaper Asian 'jìyuàn' (brothel) in Melbourne's eastern suburbs. It is an old house in an industrial area. I park around the back and go and knock on the door. The "mamasan" is quite young and brusk. She takes me straight to a bedroom to meet the available girls. She quotes me the prices and I ask for a "quickie" 20 minute 'xìngjiāo'.

The room is very basic, really in need of tarting up.  A mirror across the bedhead has a crack. A curtain hangs off the end of the curtain rail.  No luxury here. The shower 'cubicle' in the corner is so small, that if I drop the soap, I will have to open the door to bend over to pick it up.

The Introduction

The girls file in and introduce themselves in very broken English that I can barely understand.  Mamasan comes back and asks who I would like.  I ask for Mai, a very small, slightly built Chinese girl.  I quickly shower in the corner cubicle.  I am drying off when Mai comes in.  Even small talk is very difficult with her poor English.

Before I can even get to her, she has slipped her clothes off.  Her head barely reaches the top of my chest. I pull her to me.  She apologies that she is so small, as I touch her breasts - just rather prominent erect nipples with no breast to speak of at all.  She starts to rub her body against me.  I can feel her public hair against my rising cock.  I run my hands down her back and over her bum.  After more rubbing, my erection is full and Mai steps back, unwraps a condom and kneels down to roll it on me (Ed. this was before I needed Viagra - oh the memories of a natural hard-on).  She then starts to give me head.  She is straight forward and fast, no real deep throat.

Impaled

After a couple of minutes of sucking, I don't want a blow job,  I help her stand up.  We are still standing beside the bed.  She is so small and light, I have an idea.  I place my hands under her arm pits and lift her up and impale her straight onto my waiting hot rod - she was already hot and wet and receptive.  Her legs wrap around my waist.  She lets out a little giggle and an "Oooh!". A new move for her?

"Ooooh, Yeah!" Hot Rodded (not Mai though)

She proceeds to lift her body up and down, quite fast, fucking me like a bitch on heat.  She is so light, it is no effort at all.  We fuck for a couple of minutes but I don't want to come this quickly, so I lift her off and lie her back on the bed.

I get a good look at her now, spreadeagled before me.  Her skin is china white.  Her erect nipples are dark brown with no discernible areola and virtually no swelling boobs.  Her pubes are unshaven with just a small black 'landing strip'.  Her labia petals are swelling open already. 

"Avante"

Mai lifts her arms to me, inviting me to enter her.  I reach me hand to her fanny, but she takes it away, drawing me down.  I slide up her tiny body until my cock is 'kissed' by her hot, wet, waiting labia, and I easily slip straight in.  I no sooner have my prick in her kitty, than she starts to fuck, fast.  Her cunt is tight and I feel her muscles wrapped around my rod as she thrusts, up and down, back and forth, fucking, fucking, fucking.  With each withdrawal, I feel her pussy lips sucking my cock back in.  I know this is going to be a quickie. 

I pull back, sliding out of her ravishingly hot depths and roll her onto her stomach.  I lift her thighs to my height and kneel behind her.  I feel for her fanny with my fingers, but Mai is already gaping in anticipation.  She wriggles her bum back until her slick cunt slides onto my aching, waiting rod.  We start to fuck again, she’s rocking her whole body, backward onto me, then forward, her tight twat gripping the tip of my cock with her lips, not letting me slip out, then she thrusts back onto me, her bum slapping into me lap.

Raw Lust - Hot Rodding Mai

Our pace quickens, fuck, slap; in, out; thrust, suck.  Boy she is a good fucker, like a rooting rabbit.  Her pussy is super hot now, even through my condom.  My rod is stiffening even harder and tingling.  I can feel my cum rising in my shaft.  I want to come.  I need a quickie tonight.  I fuck harder and faster till my prick can hold it no longer.  With a final thrust and slap, I ram my cock as far up Mai's cunt as I can and hold her, slamming against her cervix. Her kegel muscles clamp tightly around me trying to suck the cum out of me.  My hands are around her small chest tweaking her nipples.  My cock is throbbing, pulsing, then there is a flood of warmth as my cum fills my rubber.  I hold there for a minute as the last of my spasms subsides and her kegels finally relax their grip. Definitely an 8.5 on the 'fuchter' scale. No "Girl Friend Experience", no 'connection', no kissing, no oral on her, just pure, raw lustful fucking.

Mai quickly pulls off me and walks around the bed. I sit on the side as she quickly cleans me up with a handful of tissues.  I shower and dress. I don't think I got my full 20 minutes, but it was an awesome, quickie hot fuck.  Mai is a consummate professional prostitute.  Get the money, get him up quickly and fuck hard and fast."

---xxxXxxx---

My 'Number' - Measuring Up

I generally don't like to dwell on numbers, but less than 50 times in 35 years of marriage (and barely 10% of those enjoyable)? WTF? Why/how did I wait so long? I guess marriage can survive (just) on care and love alone. Compare that to 300+ times (they are $250/hr after all, not live-in arrangements) with about 100 different wonderful, hot ladies, some outright nymphomaniacs, in 13 years. 

What Does the Future Hold?

But here I am now at 72, with post prostate cancer radiotherapy ED. What will 2021 hold? I will continue my trial 'treatment' of regular low-dose Viagra tablets, with a high dose boost when needed. I have some very understanding regular LOPs, with whom I can go for a 'test drive'. Perhaps the memories of Mai might give me a little extra stimulation. I do have 13 years of wonderful memories to reminisce over, even if I can't get a 'hot rod' anymore just reading them!

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ED Recovery? The Test Drive

 #F4TFriday

The time has come.

I've been trying a non-invasive method to treat my Erectile Dysfunction (2 year post prostate cancer radiotherapy treatment) for 3 months. As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, there has been a modicum of success with Viagra and cock-ring producing erections that just might be sufficient for coitus. So its time to try it out.

My lustless wife has had no desire for any form of intimacy for decades, so this is not for her. As for me, the days of aching urgent needs, dwindled over the years from daily, to weekly to monthly and the intensity subsided. But now there is no feeling of 'need' any more, just memories of 'that would be nice to have again'. As I face the possibility of widowhood in the next few years, it would be nice to know that I might have something to offer any future partner. Regrets? Sure, I've had a few!

But for now, all I have are some LOP 'buddies', that are understanding, willing and warm and intimate. My carer duties have become almost full time, so the best I can manage is to extend a shopping trip by an hour.

I finally manage to arrange a time. Miss C welcomes me warmly, despite it being 12 months since our last encounter. She reassures me that my situation is not uncommon. Being a middle aged SW, she has quite a number of older clients with post-prostate treatment conditions, including implanted pumps, rods, cock-rings and caverject injections.

As we snuggle up for a kiss and cuddle, a relaxing warmth enfolds me. How nice is that primal need for the intimate touch of another human body. C wriggles in closer, worming her cleft over my modest erection. She assures me that it is stiff enough and its hotness is as good as ever. I don't feel anything especially arousing, just part of the overall warmth of intimacy. I do however feel C's wetness and her own increasing need as she works her clit over me.

Its time I satisfied her needs. I slide down her body and let the old tongue-engine loose on her lady bits. Well at least my tongue is still in excellent working order and all the old sensations are still good.

After she had come down from her orgasm, she asks if I am ready to enter her. She tells me she needs to feel filled. I warn her that condoms decrease sensitivity even more and I'm not sure I can even penetrate. She suggests we try a super-thin non-latex condom and give it a go.

As I slide in, there is relief that my erection has passed the test. Even though there is no feeling of arousal, it is warm and nice to feel the ultimate of human intimacy. But orgasm for me just isn't on the radar.

Sadly our time all too soon comes to an end. As we chat, shower and dress, I tell C that I came expecting that this might be my last time. But I thank her that she has reassured me that there is some sort of future for limited intimacy.

Thank God for these wonderful Ladies Of Pleasure that give men like me, some warmth and intimacy in the autumn of our life.

PS. My visit to Miss C used my last Viagra script, and its still a month or so to the Dr's appointment. So its been a couple of weeks with no daily Viagra. Sadly, even with cock-ring, there is no hint of erection and zero sensation. So whilst my 'treatment' has enabled an erection sufficient for coitus as needed, there appears to have been no  'healing' for long-term improvement. However, I shall continue my 'treatment' for another 6 months and see.

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DFF - Deep French Fucking

A couple of things came to me recently that lead to this post.  A national paper's 'Lifestyle' blog had an article on the perennial issue of why women don't/can't orgasm with vaginal sex.  Then there is that bland term "penetrative sex" - the sex-blog world talks lots about the peripheral, preliminaries (bondage, spanking, cunnilingus, fellatio, etc), but the "final" sex act is somewhat of an anti-climax, although it is supposed to be THE Climax!

Then I had another encounter with "Special K" - we hadn't seen each other for 10-11 months, but in the past year we have become regular 'buddies'.  Her technique for "penetrative sex" is something to blog about.  Of the hundred or two ladies with whom I have had the pleasure of their 'company' (and these being 'professional' sex workers at that), I would venture that barely a half dozen have mastered this technique.

Sure there are various positions, 'cow girl', reverse cow girl, 'doggy', missionary, etc, that spice up the main event.  But I am talking about something more.  In struggling to work out how to describe this pleasure, the nearest analogy I could come up with is comparing the "simple kiss" with Deep French Kissing (DFK).  Thus I settled on "Deep French Fucking".

I have written before about the "dry root", or "non-sex", AKA "outer sex".  If we extrapolate that technique and imagine your lady "Deep French Kissing" your cock with her vulva, you start to get the 'feel' of it.  The primary drive is stimulation of her clitoris.  From her perspective, the key is the use of her pelvic muscles. The most sensitive parts of our genitals are her clitoris and vulva, and the head/tip of his penis.  K has a particular 'move' whereby she 'nibbles' or 'kisses' the head of my cock with the mouth of her vagina, using her muscle control - awesome.

There is a lot of pelvic action, more so by your lady, using both the front and back sides of your cock as well as your knob, rubbing every ridge, and exploring every wet slippery fold of her clitoris and labia majora & minor with the occasional foray into the inner sanctum.  As well as in/out, there will be back & forth, left/right, and rotating/twisting actions.

In some sense, DFF is driven by the lady, but the gentleman should be able to judge which moves are most pleasurable to you both, and use his cock to caress both the outer folds of her vulva as well as inside with a variety of moves.

Couple the above with a whole-of-body embrace, skin-on-skin stimulation and actual Deep French Kissing, you have optimised the chances for your lady to achieve that big "O" during "vaginal sex".

In comparison, doesn't "penetrative sex" sound so bland.  Surely this is why our boys seem to think that sex is only all about in-and-out "pumping" till he has his climax.

I am reminded of the story about the young prince getting married. He asked his father, the King for advice. "Its quite simple" said The King.  On your wedding night, your wife will say, 'I offer my honour', to which you will reply, 'I honour your offer'. Then its just a matter of honour and offer, honour and offer...".

Poor prince, so much to learn.  I'm just sorry that I am just discovering these things in my silver-haired years. Better late than never though. I just hope I can contribute my little bit to sex education to a younger generation.

Cunning Conversations - Use It or Lose It

Continuing my occasional series on "Cunning Conversations"....

I first saw D almost 5 years ago (see Maid In Morocco) and I was a regular for a couple of years until she moved out west, so I see her only occasionally now (yes, this is the 'D' of the afore-mentioned "Bad Habits").

On my last catch-up, she was telling me about her latest alternative work venture - getting her Heavy Truck Driver's License!  In some ways it's hard to imagine this beautiful, trim, taut MILF driving a 10 tonne truck, but having known her a little, I'm not surprised.

Right through a number of second-jobs, has been her constant work as a "Lady Of Pleasure".  I asked her if the truck driving meant I wouldn't be seeing her any more. Her reply was, "It's a case of Use It or Lose It, and I don't intent to lose IT!".

I guess for a single mum of teenage kids, not wanting another man/relationship in her life, this line of work both supports her financially, and she also gets to keep her own sexual desires satisfied (at least with her 'best' clients - there are always the occasional dud roots).  Thank goodness for the legalized status of the profession in Australia that allows ladies to choose this career safely and without coercion (and thank goodness for we gents who delight in their company).

Au Naturale? Oui? Non?

Let me say right up front, that this post is not meant to be "preachy".  Whilst I normally practice "safe sex", there have been the occasional times with one or two of my very special regular ladies, when we have got a bit "carried away" in the passion of the moment, and I have no regrets about that.

But I do want to high-light the realities of STDs, but in a balanced "risk" based assessment.

An Historical Perspective

First up, STD are not a new thing (though the deadly HIV virus is relatively new). During the two world-wars, military hospitals treated more VD (as it was known then) cases than battle injuries.  In OZ immediately after WW-I there was an epidemic of syphilis.  Returned servicemen picked up the "clap" in the brothels of Egypt, Palestine and France, returned home and infected their wives and subsequently their new-born children.  It is estimated that around 1920, 10% of Australian babies were born with syphilitic conditions.  This STD epidemic did not get publicity because, (a) such things were not discussed, and (b) it was over-shadowed by the influenza pandemic.

WW-II brought penicillin and other antibiotics and VD became a "mild", treatable annoyance.

Now I won't pursue the historical line, but rather I want to focus on the epidemiology of the situation.  We are talking about contagious diseases spread through inter-personal (sexual) contact.

WHO - The Risk Network

Epidemiologists talk about the "Risk Network" of who has had contact with who. In this case, who have your partners had sex with and who have your partner's partners had sex with, etc.  It is the "six degrees of separation" scenario.  The following diagram from the California Department of Health Services maps the sexual inter-relationship network at a college in Colorado Springs where an outbreak of gonorrhea occurred in the 1980s'.

The majority of students only had 1 or 2 partners, but you can clearly see that there are about 5 individuals who were highly sexually active and most students were only 2 or 3 couplings away from these focii of infection.

HOW - Mechanisms of Contagion

The next aspect of epidemiology is the mechanism of infection.  With STDs, we are talking about blood-born viruses so infection is essentially through blood-blood contact.  Thus shared syringes and open wounds are the highest risks.  But the lining of the vagina, penis and urethra have millions of blood capillaries very close to the surface of the skin and trans-cutaneous (through the skin) infection is highly likely.  The viral load in saliva is effectively non-existent - the chief risk of oral infection is via cold-sores, ulcers, etc.

RISK MITIGATION

Barriers to the "How"

The condom is still the most effective method of avoiding contagion.  With the range of thicknesses and sizes (girth), with some experimentation, you should be able to minimise any discomfort and loss of sensitivity.  But correct use is still essential (fitting it on and withdrawal immediately on completion to avoid slipping off).

The question of barriers for oral (condoms for fellatio and dams for cunnilingus) is open to debate.  The medics at my STD clinic tell me the risks from uncovered oral are minimal when there are no skin lesions on either partner.

Minimise Contagion "Entry Points"

In mentioning lesions, remember that contagious transfer can still occur in the uncovered pubic areas if there are warts, pimples, cuts, etc.  Similarly with lip and mouth ulcers, cold sours etc.  At home, we avoid kissing if either of us have a cold.  Show the same respect to your sexual partners.  In sport we now have the "blood rule".  Apply the same rule to your sexual activity - if you (or your partner) have any open sores, then avoid intimate contact.

This is probably a good place to recommend you discover, explore and enjoy the full gamut of intimate interactions.  A guy is much more likely to "get into trouble" if he is only focused on the one outcome, of "getting his rocks off" as quickly as possible.  Also, having sex when drunk is also dangerous.  A little liquor might help relax you, but with too much you quickly loose inhibition required for rational choice and risk minimization.

Choice of Partner - the "Who"

This very much falls into the risk minimization category rather than prevention.  Historically, prostitutes have been the principal source of infection.  But in recent decades, especially in countries like Australia with regulated prostitution, this situation has completely reversed.  Recent surveys (in OZ) have shown that regulated prostitutes have the lowest incident of STD of any sexually active demographic.  In STD clinics, infected men are 5 times more likely to have caught it from a casual encounter (pickup at the pub/club?) than from a prostitute.  Since regulation, there have been zero cases in HIV identified among regulated/tested prostitutes.  As one wag put it, professional electricians rarely get electrocuted - it is the weekend amateur that is in greatest risk.  As I have written elsewhere, under Australian regulations, prostitutes are required to always practice "safe sex" (I would guess that we have better than 95% compliance) and must have monthly STD health checks (as good as 100% compliance with brothels records checked at random).  Most perform a visual check of potential clients and any suspect conditions will have you turned away.

In whatever sort of "relationship", the key is communication and trust.  And that is two way.  Its not just "Can I trust her?", but "Can she trust me?".  I mentioned health checks above - you do have checkups yourself I hope. Take your share of the responsibility.

Early Detection and Treatment

Generally, men are not good at caring about their own health. Surely your sexual health is as important or more-so than your general health. Get to know your own body - yes self examination applies to men too. In OZ we have free, anonymous sexual health clinics - use them. If we expect our Ladies of Pleasure to have monthly check-ups, we should show them the courtesy of having ourselves checked as well, say 6 or 12 monthly.

Like most diseases, the earlier anything is detected, the sooner treatment can start and the quicker you will recover.

The Bottom Line - Risk, the Numbers "Game"

Now I'm no professional in this area and I can't put numeric probabilities on various aspects of risk and mitigation. All of life is risky. Just keep things in proportion in your mind. There is no point in being paranoid about contracting HIV from a drop of semen on the skin when the risk of being run-over by a car when crossing the road outside is a ten thousand times higher.

Outside of a monogamous or closed polygamous relationship, I don't advocate 'au naturale' as your normal 'modus operandi'. But having followed all the above risk mitigations, I am comfortable in taking the risk of an occasional "in flagrante delicto".

Be Informed

A short post like this can't possibly cover all aspects of this topic. So read up further. If in any doubt, talk to a medical practitioner (use one of the free anonymous services). And feel free to add your informative comments, though I do have the power of moderation.

Respecting Personal Preferences & Space

The big lie of the anti-prostitution lobby (and Hollywood) is the "straw-man" argument that generalizes all "working" ladies as down-and-out drug addicts controlled and abused by their "pimps".  Of course, nothing could be further from the truth.

However, as punters it is also easy for us to fall into the trap of expecting all "services" to be the same just because we are paying for them.  But these ladies are individuals with their own preferences and prejudices, feelings and foibles, from the same gamut of backgrounds and relationships as we of the punter population, and deserve to be shown the same respect as anyone else.

Because the service she is selling is such a personal service, unlike any other service or goods for sale, it is imperative that the buyer and the seller should come to an understand at the very beginning of what the ground-rules, preferences and boundaries are. (However, what I am not particularly happy with are the artificial boundaries some ladies put up simply to extract extra cash).

For example, anyone who has 'known' a number of ladies quickly discovers that there is a wide range of natural kissing styles, just as I am sure the ladies will say the same about the gentlemen they see.  But what we are discussing here is when a lady finds passionate kissing too "personal" for her liking - perhaps she has a special friend or partner for whom she wants to reserve that right.  Respect her choice.

If a lady is not comfortable with something you are asking for, then don't make the booking.  If she is offering services beyond your comfort zone, then draw your line - if its in the middle of service just say "I'm not comfortable with that, lets not go there".  Respect each others choices.

I have encountered a wide range or ladies' preferences, from the "star fish" that wanted no personal interaction at all and saw her role purely as a "receptical" for her client (never booked her again), to the almost sex-crazed nymphomaniac (a regular I see as often as I can cope with her).

So lets look at some of these personal preferences:-

Kissing restriction on certain erogenous zones (ear lobes, neck, nipples, toes, etc)? Respect her preferences.

Oral on you, yes, no, with or without? (Note in some Australian states, this is now a legal issue though how it can be policed beats me). Respect her preferences.

Blow-job - COF, Spanish, CIM, swallow? Respect her tastes.

Oral on her, yes or no? Respect her preferences.

Fingering - clitoral stimulation only or internal G-spot? Respect her preferences.

Use of toys? On her? On you? Food as toys? Respect each others preferences.

Fantasies and dress-up? Type? 'French Maid' might be OK, but 'baby diaper' might be too far.  Respect her preferences.

'Dirty' talk? Respect her preferences.

Sexual intercourse itself is a given for 'escort' and brothel services, but recognize that ladies that opt for stripper and exotic dancing services are NOT offering full sex.  So don't embarrass yourself and ask or pressure a lady.  Respect her choice.

Then there are services beyond the 'normal' which are more likely to attract an extra charge and are more usually special offerings advertised.

Anal (Greek)?

B&D

Dom/Sub? Pain?

Sex is meant to be an enjoyable activity, so don't spoil it for yourself or your lady by pushing beyond a person's comfort zone.

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Embarrassing Moments - Forgetting to Pay

It was a recent post by Capital Punter on the protocol of paying, that brought this incident to mind.  It wasn't just forgetting to pay that was embarrassing, but the situation that led up to it.

I had started to see T privately after she decided to leave the "industry".  I was her only "client" but we had never actually discussed payment or amounts.  On previous visits I had simply left a generous "gift" in an envelope on the table.

On this particular occasion, we had planned to go out to lunch on the Wednesday, but a massive storm blew up Tuesday night and the roof of T's house sprung a leak and she had water dripping through the ceiling.  The owner and/or agent were to come to inspect the damage on the Wednesday afternoon, so our little tête-à-tête was postponed to Thursday.  

So on Thursday, we had had a wonderful couple of hours and were reclining in the lounge, sipping hot chai lattes, she in nothing but a bath-robe, and me mostly dressed but in stockinged feet and jacketless.  

Suddenly the dogs started barking outside - T looked out the window and saw a couple of tradesmen coming to the door.  It appears that they had been sent to prepare a quotation for repairs.  T was thus tied up showing the workmen the problem, so I quietly said my goodbye and excused myself.

It was the next day that I got a text message from T saying that she couldn't find my "envelope" and that she thought we had a "business relationship".  Oops!  Red face!!!  I quickly arranged a wire transfer.

 

Was the last time "The Last" time?

I guess it was 6-7 years ago that this new stage of my life germinated.

 

The Mother In Law had moved out, our daughter had finished college, was working and living with her boy-friend, and the mortgage was paid off, so we had the house to ourselves at long last.  Now our conjugal relations had never been good, well actually quite pitiful, but my wife's medical condition was more under control and less of an excuse, so I thought it was finally time to see if I could strike a spark again.

 

Well after almost weekly attempts at intimacy, romancing (?), cajoling, badgering, begging, my average "strike" rate had lifted from biennially to 6 monthly, but the quality and enthusiasm was less than zero.  I guess you know its over when you have to throw out a box of condoms that have passed their "use-by" date!  In fact I was beginning to feel that if I pushed any harder it would be bordering on "rape-in-marriage".  It was time to "have it out"!

 

I was finally able to bring the topic up in a non-hostile environment and was told that not only did she not have any desire (anymore?), but in fact had always (?) actually "disliked" the act.  There was no point in arguing about it.  I just had to accept it and acknowledge her feelings and advised that I would never "bother" her again.

 

I guess that was when it suddenly hit me, that the last time might actually have been "The Last" time!  Here I was in my mid 50's after 35 years of eventful, unfulfilling marriage - I guess I had been too busy being "The Carer" and had not looked after my own happiness.

 

What followed was a period of growing depression - its not something you actually recognize at the time - it just sort of creeps up on you.  In hind-sight, it was worst on my daily commute to and from work as I transitioned between my two totally different "lives".  It was a friendship with a particular lady at work that helped me recognise my condition and inspired me to do something about it.  She was a single mother about 10 years younger then me, coping with a teenage son, that had project-managed the construction of her new home and she had a real go-get-'em, take-no-prisoners attitude to life.

 

And so I came to realize that I had to take responsibility for my own happiness, physically and emotionally.  Now I am not in the position nor of the disposition to divorce and walk away from my role as "carer", besides I wouldn't know where or how to "date" at my age.  The simplest solution seemed to be to seek "professional" help (and I don't mean psychological counselling).

 

I confess that I had been to see a "Lady of Pleasure" 20-30 years ago on a business trip away, but I was young and nervous and it didn't last a minute.  All in all I found that experience quite cold and unfulfilling.

 

So I must say it was with a degree of trepidation that I dipped my toe into the "seamy world" of cash-for-pleasure.  Fortunately, the first lady I selected was very pleasant and helpful, putting me at complete ease whilst she pleasured me.

 

And so started a journey of discovery, of complete over-turning of preconceived prejudices, of discovery of new areas of pleasure (at least for me) and of getting to know some wonderful people.  I am now a "sexygenarian" (with a little assistance) and loving it!

 

And thus is the story of this blog...