Friday, October 5, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Sunday afternoon with Nadia
Ah... Sunday. The day of rest – the end of a long hard week and I found myself alone with no plans and craving something sweet. I thought I would start with the reputable agencies first and found that Exquisite had Nadia and Francesca available.
I liked the looks of Nadia so I call Vanessa – arrangements were easily made. I have to laugh when the door swings open and your date is hiding behind it. I guess it pushes the anticipation aspect a little further.
Anyway... A very attractive chocolate sweetie with a pretty face and an ample rack greeted me. She was somewhat taller than I had envisioned and the photographs on Exquisite's website do not do this girl justice. She is hot.
She greeted me with a little hug and showed me into the room. We shared some idle chitchat and then I was into the shower to clean up my act. I joined her on the edge of the bed to talk about world peace and the environment (a.k.a. the game plan). This girl is new to the business so she didn't fully understand all the acronyms.
Her lingerie was a little loose but I could tell each time she moved that those breasts were ample and were calling my name. This girl was turning me on and the game hadn't even started. She coaxed me further onto the bed and started to give me the most sensual massage. It wasn't long before she was pushing those 36Cs into my back while grinding her pussy against me – arousal sequence complete.
I rolled over to add a visual element to my excitement. She straddled over me – giving me the biggest smile as our eyes met. This babe has the softest skin I've ever touched – truly remarkable. She coyly exclaimed, "I just love oral", to which I replied, " that's funny, I love oral too" – now how often does that happen?
I had to really coax that lingerie off of her – I suspected she was a little shy, being new to the business. However, when I got a full view of that body with those breasts I was totally blown away. She leaned over me and gently introduced the twins to my Mr. Happy. Mr. Happy loved the twins and couldn't stop playing with them.
Nadia wasn't kidding when she claimed to love oral and she certainly knew how to work it. I hadn't had sex in a while so Apollo 13 was very close to lift-off. We moved on to the main event – Nadia reclined on her back and motioned for me to enter her. It was a nice tight fit and I rode her like the wind – her breasts jiggling with each thrust – what a view. Now I usually go for MPOS but I couldn't hold back. I finished with a strong prolonged orgasm.
I could have hung around all day chatting with this girl – she's so sweet. She's a little green but takes directions and aims to please. Her breasts are fantastic and skin is amazing.
I liked the looks of Nadia so I call Vanessa – arrangements were easily made. I have to laugh when the door swings open and your date is hiding behind it. I guess it pushes the anticipation aspect a little further.
Anyway... A very attractive chocolate sweetie with a pretty face and an ample rack greeted me. She was somewhat taller than I had envisioned and the photographs on Exquisite's website do not do this girl justice. She is hot.
She greeted me with a little hug and showed me into the room. We shared some idle chitchat and then I was into the shower to clean up my act. I joined her on the edge of the bed to talk about world peace and the environment (a.k.a. the game plan). This girl is new to the business so she didn't fully understand all the acronyms.
Her lingerie was a little loose but I could tell each time she moved that those breasts were ample and were calling my name. This girl was turning me on and the game hadn't even started. She coaxed me further onto the bed and started to give me the most sensual massage. It wasn't long before she was pushing those 36Cs into my back while grinding her pussy against me – arousal sequence complete.
I rolled over to add a visual element to my excitement. She straddled over me – giving me the biggest smile as our eyes met. This babe has the softest skin I've ever touched – truly remarkable. She coyly exclaimed, "I just love oral", to which I replied, " that's funny, I love oral too" – now how often does that happen?
I had to really coax that lingerie off of her – I suspected she was a little shy, being new to the business. However, when I got a full view of that body with those breasts I was totally blown away. She leaned over me and gently introduced the twins to my Mr. Happy. Mr. Happy loved the twins and couldn't stop playing with them.
Nadia wasn't kidding when she claimed to love oral and she certainly knew how to work it. I hadn't had sex in a while so Apollo 13 was very close to lift-off. We moved on to the main event – Nadia reclined on her back and motioned for me to enter her. It was a nice tight fit and I rode her like the wind – her breasts jiggling with each thrust – what a view. Now I usually go for MPOS but I couldn't hold back. I finished with a strong prolonged orgasm.
I could have hung around all day chatting with this girl – she's so sweet. She's a little green but takes directions and aims to please. Her breasts are fantastic and skin is amazing.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Does size really matter?
Is the pope Catholic? But seriously, I often have wondered how most guys truly feel about bigger breasts. I know it's my favourite part of the female anatomy. However, the opinion seems to vary greatly depending on point of view. However, that point of view can change depending on whether you're in a serious relationship or not.
I came across an on-line article by Andre Cross, the relationship correspondent, at askmen.com that attempts to answer the age old question, "Does size matter?"
Big breasts, you say! So what's the big deal? Everyday, more and more women ask themselves if they should get breast implants, so they can keep their men happy, or attract other men. Does a woman with larger breasts actually attract a man more than a woman with small breasts does?
I've had a lot of women writing to me, asking if men really care about the size of a woman's breasts. I finally decided to answer these questions, once and for all. Half the men (single men) that will read this article will agree with me, while the other half (those who are cat-whipped), might not.
Single or not?
Men are attracted to a woman's general appearance, but unfortunately for women (especially those with mosquito bite-sized breasts), size does matter to most men. Now some women might disagree with me. To them, I have only one question to ask. Does penis size matter? The answer is yes.
Men are aroused by the size of a woman's breasts the same way women are aroused by the size of a man's penis. Fortunately for women, this infatuation for large breasts depends on the man's current relationship status.
The Single Man:
Single men tend to appreciate (salivate over, is more like it!) large breasts. This is especially true when they're around their friends. Of course, with a room full of testosterone, you know that breast size matters.
Even if a man doesn't agree, his friends will convince him by the end of the night that it does. There is an unwritten law among friends, that we don't let each other doubt that breast size is important.
The Cat-Whipped Man [a.k.a. Pussy-Whipped]
How do I know when men are cat-whipped ? Because these are the same men who prioritized the whole Big Breast Search while they were single. Now, all I hear from them is that breast size doesn't matter, as long as you care for the person (whappau! whappau! Hear the whip?).
The funny thing is, when he breaks up with his girlfriend, "poof", big breasts matter again. You see what hanging out with a woman for too long does to a man? This is why a non-single guy should go out with his buddies more often...his friends keep him grounded.
The secret rules
Seriously, most men pretend to care more about women's breast size around their friends than they really do. But in reality, deep inside, they really don't care. Most of the time men joke around more than anything. Inside, we know what we really want...a pair of nice shaped, and reasonably sized breasts.
Two Rules
Yes, I like big breasts, but I like small breasts as well. I have never encountered a breast that I didn't like. There are only two things I require from a woman's breast:
1. Nipples
2. Accessibility.
I don't care if her breasts are small, if a woman breasts meet these two requirements I'm all theirs. You see, in a relationship (especially a serious one), breast size doesn't matter at all (I can't believe I'm writing this, but it's true).
Once a woman has a guy who loves her for who she is, she has no reason to worry about her breast size, so she can forget about breast implants. If a man can't appreciate a woman for what she has to offer, believe me, he won't respect the rest of her either.
A woman should never get breast implants to please a man. She'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. If she does want implants, I hope that she'd be getting them for herself and no one else.
A little advice to the women who do want breast implants...don't spend your money on them. You could always find a sucker out there who'll happily pay for them.
I came across an on-line article by Andre Cross, the relationship correspondent, at askmen.com that attempts to answer the age old question, "Does size matter?"
Big breasts, you say! So what's the big deal? Everyday, more and more women ask themselves if they should get breast implants, so they can keep their men happy, or attract other men. Does a woman with larger breasts actually attract a man more than a woman with small breasts does?
I've had a lot of women writing to me, asking if men really care about the size of a woman's breasts. I finally decided to answer these questions, once and for all. Half the men (single men) that will read this article will agree with me, while the other half (those who are cat-whipped), might not.
Single or not?
Men are attracted to a woman's general appearance, but unfortunately for women (especially those with mosquito bite-sized breasts), size does matter to most men. Now some women might disagree with me. To them, I have only one question to ask. Does penis size matter? The answer is yes.
Men are aroused by the size of a woman's breasts the same way women are aroused by the size of a man's penis. Fortunately for women, this infatuation for large breasts depends on the man's current relationship status.
The Single Man:
Single men tend to appreciate (salivate over, is more like it!) large breasts. This is especially true when they're around their friends. Of course, with a room full of testosterone, you know that breast size matters.
Even if a man doesn't agree, his friends will convince him by the end of the night that it does. There is an unwritten law among friends, that we don't let each other doubt that breast size is important.
The Cat-Whipped Man [a.k.a. Pussy-Whipped]
How do I know when men are cat-whipped ? Because these are the same men who prioritized the whole Big Breast Search while they were single. Now, all I hear from them is that breast size doesn't matter, as long as you care for the person (whappau! whappau! Hear the whip?).
The funny thing is, when he breaks up with his girlfriend, "poof", big breasts matter again. You see what hanging out with a woman for too long does to a man? This is why a non-single guy should go out with his buddies more often...his friends keep him grounded.
The secret rules
Seriously, most men pretend to care more about women's breast size around their friends than they really do. But in reality, deep inside, they really don't care. Most of the time men joke around more than anything. Inside, we know what we really want...a pair of nice shaped, and reasonably sized breasts.
Two Rules
Yes, I like big breasts, but I like small breasts as well. I have never encountered a breast that I didn't like. There are only two things I require from a woman's breast:
1. Nipples
2. Accessibility.
I don't care if her breasts are small, if a woman breasts meet these two requirements I'm all theirs. You see, in a relationship (especially a serious one), breast size doesn't matter at all (I can't believe I'm writing this, but it's true).
Once a woman has a guy who loves her for who she is, she has no reason to worry about her breast size, so she can forget about breast implants. If a man can't appreciate a woman for what she has to offer, believe me, he won't respect the rest of her either.
A woman should never get breast implants to please a man. She'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. If she does want implants, I hope that she'd be getting them for herself and no one else.
A little advice to the women who do want breast implants...don't spend your money on them. You could always find a sucker out there who'll happily pay for them.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Sabiha and Ariel move on to better things
This summer marks the loss of two most talented incall escorts in Toronto. I was only fortunate enough to see Sabiha at Exquisite Company once but the memory of that girl is permanently etched in my brain. Sabiha had a relaxed approach that was truly refreshing – she emulated the true meaning of the term GFE. See my comments on her from June 2007. When she left Toronto for the UK I took it she was retiring from the business all together. However, I learned on TERB.ca this past week that she has resurfaced in the London escort scene under a new handle, Rashida. (http://www.londonescortsltd.com/london-escort-rashida.htm) The Brits are sure lucky to have this gem. I know that all her previous clients will join me in wishing her all the best. Let's hope she makes guest appearances back to Toronto occasionally.
Ariel Sanchez retired at the end of August leaving a lot of broken hearts behind. My relationship with Ariel had transcended the usual client/escort level – she was a true GFE in every way. Throughout her years in the Toronto escort scene she had become greatly sought after for her stunning looks, exemplary service and relaxed, personable approach to her craft. I was lucky enough to see her for one last time in August 2007 – see my posting. It's my understanding that she will be furthering her education away from the Toronto area. Best of luck Ariel and much thanks for many happy times.
Ariel Sanchez retired at the end of August leaving a lot of broken hearts behind. My relationship with Ariel had transcended the usual client/escort level – she was a true GFE in every way. Throughout her years in the Toronto escort scene she had become greatly sought after for her stunning looks, exemplary service and relaxed, personable approach to her craft. I was lucky enough to see her for one last time in August 2007 – see my posting. It's my understanding that she will be furthering her education away from the Toronto area. Best of luck Ariel and much thanks for many happy times.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Conchita replayed
My thirst for South American heat was quenched today with another lunchtime visit to Conchita. Perhaps I went just to see if I wasn't dreaming the first time around – it seams I wasn't. In fact, I think she was even more breathtaking this time. I entered the room and was greeted with a great big hug and a kiss – she was happy to see me.
I felt my pulse quicken as our eyes met and I gazed into that innocent, cute face and ogled that curvaceous body. That thick Spanish accent immediately transported me to a seductive place – a place where a man's erotic dreams come true.
After my shower there was a little small talk but our coy glances could not hide the heat building beneath the surface. I'd wanted to see her for two weeks and our time had finally come. I took her in my arms and held her tightly against me – I wondered at the time if it was too tight. But she seemed to want it, liked it, and invited me to squeeze her ever tighter.
I buried my face in her flesh and deeply inhaled her sensual scent – I was in heaven. I artfully untied the strap to her outfit and revealed those alluring 36Cs. She bit her lower lip and moaned as I caressed her breasts– lightly sucking and biting at the nipples. She stepped back and quickly, yet gracefully, removed her lingerie, revealing the soft brown skin and seductive curves.
She knelt before me and carefully slid on a condom then proceeded to give me an incredible blowjob while massaging my balls. Every once in a while she would glance up at me – making eye contact.
After what seemed like an eternity of oral ecstasy she arose from the floor and knelt on the edge of the bed waiving that tight little ass, motivating me to take her from behind. "Fuck me" she pleaded, "Fuck me hard like last time".
She moaned as I firmly grasped her waist and gently slid into her. Our passion rose as the pace grew quicker and quicker – we couldn't have stopped even if we wanted. The sight of that perfect ass was too much to take.
I wanted to end it gazing into that pretty face so we switched to missionary and I continued to pump like mad. She raised her legs for maximum penetration. The point of no return had arrived so I gave one last drive for home. I collapsed on top of her with the most mind-blowing orgasm.
We chatted for a long time on the bed – I did not want to leave this girl. She is so sweet and sexy.
I felt my pulse quicken as our eyes met and I gazed into that innocent, cute face and ogled that curvaceous body. That thick Spanish accent immediately transported me to a seductive place – a place where a man's erotic dreams come true.
After my shower there was a little small talk but our coy glances could not hide the heat building beneath the surface. I'd wanted to see her for two weeks and our time had finally come. I took her in my arms and held her tightly against me – I wondered at the time if it was too tight. But she seemed to want it, liked it, and invited me to squeeze her ever tighter.
I buried my face in her flesh and deeply inhaled her sensual scent – I was in heaven. I artfully untied the strap to her outfit and revealed those alluring 36Cs. She bit her lower lip and moaned as I caressed her breasts– lightly sucking and biting at the nipples. She stepped back and quickly, yet gracefully, removed her lingerie, revealing the soft brown skin and seductive curves.
She knelt before me and carefully slid on a condom then proceeded to give me an incredible blowjob while massaging my balls. Every once in a while she would glance up at me – making eye contact.
After what seemed like an eternity of oral ecstasy she arose from the floor and knelt on the edge of the bed waiving that tight little ass, motivating me to take her from behind. "Fuck me" she pleaded, "Fuck me hard like last time".
She moaned as I firmly grasped her waist and gently slid into her. Our passion rose as the pace grew quicker and quicker – we couldn't have stopped even if we wanted. The sight of that perfect ass was too much to take.
I wanted to end it gazing into that pretty face so we switched to missionary and I continued to pump like mad. She raised her legs for maximum penetration. The point of no return had arrived so I gave one last drive for home. I collapsed on top of her with the most mind-blowing orgasm.
We chatted for a long time on the bed – I did not want to leave this girl. She is so sweet and sexy.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Spouting on lessons learned
I've always been a bit of a sensitive and old fashion guy. I love people and most of my relationships, both personal and professional, mean a lot to me. I'm not the kind of person that can be intimate with someone one minute and not care about them the next. I've come to accept that we're hurtling through life at high velocity and the most valuable aspect of that trip is the people that we briefly touch and, if lucky, make a difference to.
I've met many girls in my travels through the Toronto escort business and many of them have touched me in more than just a physical sense. In fact, I have learned some valuable life lessons from many of them. It's quite a paradox that after I get to know these girls I would prefer that they not be in the business because I care about them – while on the other hand, they feed a primal and emotional need that enriches my life. As much as it's a business, I think it's important to remember that these girls are living, breathing; emotional beings that need care and understanding just like anybody else. My two cents for what it's worth.
I've met many girls in my travels through the Toronto escort business and many of them have touched me in more than just a physical sense. In fact, I have learned some valuable life lessons from many of them. It's quite a paradox that after I get to know these girls I would prefer that they not be in the business because I care about them – while on the other hand, they feed a primal and emotional need that enriches my life. As much as it's a business, I think it's important to remember that these girls are living, breathing; emotional beings that need care and understanding just like anybody else. My two cents for what it's worth.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Lunch with Conchita
It was a day much like any other busy day in the financial district – cars and pedestrians coming and going in the heat during the lunchtime hustle. There was one notable difference in this particular day however – a luncheon date that I had been looking forward to with great anticipation – a date with Conchita.
It is said that in Latin cultures where male machismo rules, woman tend to be overtly feminine and sensuous. This is one of the reasons that I prefer Latin women and this one of the reasons I wanted to meet this Latina sweetheart.
I don't know about you but there's that point where you're at the apartment door, your just about to knock, your heart is beating a little faster and your mind is racing with the forethought of meeting this stunning woman.
I had seen the recent photos of Conchita but nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me as I entered the room. After a brief pause to roll up my tongue I managed to say something and greeted her with a kiss.
In a word, this girl is stunning. She was somewhat slimmer than anticipated with long tanned legs that went all the way up and made a perfect tight ass out of themselves. Long flowing hair framed a pretty face and as much her breasts are not original equipment they are ample and, as discovered, made an excellent hat.
Conchita put on the Latin music that I brought and I moved to the washroom for my obligatory shower. Upon my return, I gently took her in my arms and we danced slowly to "Nuestro Amor". Those 36cs felt so good against my chest as she pressed that heavenly body tightly against me.
The music was intoxicating and she spun around and continued to groove. I felt my manhood tighten as she lustfully ground her ass deeply into my crotch – her hips continuing to sway to the beat. I whispered "qué bonita" in her ear as I undid the straps to her lingerie and passionately squeezed her breasts.
I skillfully slid her g-string down to the floor and gave her ass a little bite on the way back up. She moaned as my hands wandered down her flat stomach to her clean-shaven pussy where I lightly stroked her clitoris.
Passion took control of us and we quickly progressed to the bed where I lost the towel. I artfully removed her high heels – gently caressing and kissing her feet. My manhood was quite ready so she slid on the hood and began to perform oral. The sight of her bending over me was almost too much to take – this girl is so hot.
She carefully mounted me and performed an exceptional reverse cowgirl – I thought I was going to loose it right there. I'll never forget the view of her tight ass bouncing up and down on my manhood. On route from cowgirl to missionary she worked in some more oral – she genuinely wanted to please me and wasn't holding back.
The sight of those breasts was truly beauty in motion as I thrust deeply inside her. So beautiful that I had just about reached that point of no return and pulled out just in time. We instinctively moved to doggy and with renewed energy I rammed my manhood deeply into her pussy. She squealed with pleasure as I kept pushing and pushing – seemingly without end. My loins felt on fire as I reached a deep and prolonged orgasm.
We cleaned up and chatted on the bed for quite a while. This girl has a purity of soul that is truly refreshing. She is so sweet and yet so sensuous at the same time. After another shower I got dressed and gave her a final hug and kiss. It was so painful to have to leave after what we had shared.
Back at the office one of my cohorts inquired as to where I ate lunch – smiling, I replied, "I had Spanish". The rest of the day was a washout – there was no concentrating on much of anything other than what had transpired. Will I visit her again – I think you know the answer.
It is said that in Latin cultures where male machismo rules, woman tend to be overtly feminine and sensuous. This is one of the reasons that I prefer Latin women and this one of the reasons I wanted to meet this Latina sweetheart.
I don't know about you but there's that point where you're at the apartment door, your just about to knock, your heart is beating a little faster and your mind is racing with the forethought of meeting this stunning woman.
I had seen the recent photos of Conchita but nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me as I entered the room. After a brief pause to roll up my tongue I managed to say something and greeted her with a kiss.
In a word, this girl is stunning. She was somewhat slimmer than anticipated with long tanned legs that went all the way up and made a perfect tight ass out of themselves. Long flowing hair framed a pretty face and as much her breasts are not original equipment they are ample and, as discovered, made an excellent hat.
Conchita put on the Latin music that I brought and I moved to the washroom for my obligatory shower. Upon my return, I gently took her in my arms and we danced slowly to "Nuestro Amor". Those 36cs felt so good against my chest as she pressed that heavenly body tightly against me.
The music was intoxicating and she spun around and continued to groove. I felt my manhood tighten as she lustfully ground her ass deeply into my crotch – her hips continuing to sway to the beat. I whispered "qué bonita" in her ear as I undid the straps to her lingerie and passionately squeezed her breasts.
I skillfully slid her g-string down to the floor and gave her ass a little bite on the way back up. She moaned as my hands wandered down her flat stomach to her clean-shaven pussy where I lightly stroked her clitoris.
Passion took control of us and we quickly progressed to the bed where I lost the towel. I artfully removed her high heels – gently caressing and kissing her feet. My manhood was quite ready so she slid on the hood and began to perform oral. The sight of her bending over me was almost too much to take – this girl is so hot.
She carefully mounted me and performed an exceptional reverse cowgirl – I thought I was going to loose it right there. I'll never forget the view of her tight ass bouncing up and down on my manhood. On route from cowgirl to missionary she worked in some more oral – she genuinely wanted to please me and wasn't holding back.
The sight of those breasts was truly beauty in motion as I thrust deeply inside her. So beautiful that I had just about reached that point of no return and pulled out just in time. We instinctively moved to doggy and with renewed energy I rammed my manhood deeply into her pussy. She squealed with pleasure as I kept pushing and pushing – seemingly without end. My loins felt on fire as I reached a deep and prolonged orgasm.
We cleaned up and chatted on the bed for quite a while. This girl has a purity of soul that is truly refreshing. She is so sweet and yet so sensuous at the same time. After another shower I got dressed and gave her a final hug and kiss. It was so painful to have to leave after what we had shared.
Back at the office one of my cohorts inquired as to where I ate lunch – smiling, I replied, "I had Spanish". The rest of the day was a washout – there was no concentrating on much of anything other than what had transpired. Will I visit her again – I think you know the answer.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Pass the salmon please
If you're not getting the performance you need in the sack, maybe it's time to look at your diet. All the ingredients you need may be found at your local grocery store.
A 2006 article from Forbes.com stated that like many aspects of health, our sex drive is affected by what we put into our bodies. Certain foods affect the body in different ways. Depending on what you consume, wining and dining a date can induce more sleep than romance. A big, fancy dinner, a bottle of wine and fine chocolates may sound sweet – but such meals are actually little more than empty calories.
To really get your blood going, consider circulation-enhancing dishes. Food that's high in Omega-3 fatty acids such as mackerel, salmon and wild salmon are best. "Omega-3 makes your nervous system function better," says Dr. Barbara Bartlik, assistant professor of psychiatry and sex therapist with the Human Sexuality Program at Weill Cornell Medical Center. "Sex is really about circuitry." Multivitamins and minerals will help, too. Both improve neurological function, which contributes to good circulation.
Improved circulation results in greater erectile response. To accomplish that, go for food rich in L-Arginine, such as granola, oatmeal, peanuts, cashews, walnuts, dairy, green vegetables, root vegetables, garlic, ginseng, soybeans, chickpeas and seeds. Studies show that L-Arginine is helpful for improving sexual function in men. There haven't been studies done on women--but remember, erectile response isn't just a guy thing. "Women have erections too: in their clitoris and the tissue surrounding the vulva," says Bartlik.
I don't know about you – but from now on I'm eating more fish. Pass the salmon please – I've got a date tonight.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Not getting it any more – join the club
Often guys will resort to seeing escorts because they're simply not getting it any more at home. Now the stereotype about the sex-starved man and the disinterested woman may be more than just a cliche. As it turns out, the instant a woman enters a secure relationship, her sex drive begins to plummet. Four years in, a German study found, fewer than half of women wanted regular sex. And after 20 years, only 20 percent did. This information revealed in an article by Jay Dixit in Psychology Today Magazine.
The article went on to say that among men, libido held steady no matter how long they'd been in the relationship. Researchers provide an evolutionary explanation – women's sex drive is initially high to facilitate pair bonding. Meanwhile, desire for tenderness showed the opposite trend. Ninety percent of women craved tenderness, but of men who'd been in relationships for ten years, only 25 percent said they hoped for the same from their partner.
This shouldn't be an excuse for all of you sex-starved guys out there to start seeing escorts. But it does explain the increased number of men using escort services in Toronto. In addition, much has changed in the escort business with the introduction of internet technology. Let's face it, it's much easier to find an escort these days than it was 10 years ago. Not only that, you can find those escorts that will cater to your specific needs.
The article went on to say that among men, libido held steady no matter how long they'd been in the relationship. Researchers provide an evolutionary explanation – women's sex drive is initially high to facilitate pair bonding. Meanwhile, desire for tenderness showed the opposite trend. Ninety percent of women craved tenderness, but of men who'd been in relationships for ten years, only 25 percent said they hoped for the same from their partner.
This shouldn't be an excuse for all of you sex-starved guys out there to start seeing escorts. But it does explain the increased number of men using escort services in Toronto. In addition, much has changed in the escort business with the introduction of internet technology. Let's face it, it's much easier to find an escort these days than it was 10 years ago. Not only that, you can find those escorts that will cater to your specific needs.
Friday, June 29, 2007
My first Asian experience – Jasmin Thai
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Looking for love in all the wrong places
I have certain hard and fast rules that I live by when seeing women:
1. Always play it safe – No exchange of any bodily fluids, meaning no BBBJ, DATY, LK, DFK*.
2. Always be discreet – I very much live a secret life apart from this blog. Even my best friends do not know that I see these women. Never use your real name – but come up with something normal like "tyrone" rather than "sex_machine69".
3. Always be respectful – God knows how many jerks these poor girls have to put up with. Treat them like you'd treat a friend. Always be a gentleman.
*BBBJ = bareback blowjob
DATY= dining at the Y (aka: cunnilingus)
LK = light kissing
DFK = deep French kissing
My original experiences with escorts was about 12 years ago through the newspaper classifieds. This was always hit and miss because you never knew what you were getting. A 5'-7", 115lb, voluptuous blonde sometimes turned into a 4'-2" 200lb, morbidly obese, bald woman.
With that said, there were some positive experiences in the earlier days. One that comes to mind was a girl named Leslie. It took a lot of nerve to make that first call but she was very nice and understanding.
I got all dressed up in my finest and picked up a bottle of decent red wine. Leslie asked for me to take my clothes off and wait for her on the bed. When she came into the room I was still wearing my underwear – boy was I green. She patiently indicated "all" my clothes and returned moments later.
I can't remember her rate – I believe it was something around $150 for the hour. I was asked to leave an envelop on the dresser and not to hand it to her directly. In retrospect, I guess this was in case I was a cop – i.e.: no direct exchange of funds. There was no kissing, DATY or BBBJ allowed.
We both got a little tipsy with the wine and she started getting flushed and giggly. She performed what was my first CBJ (covered blowjob) and I remember it was absolutely great. We switched to missionary, then doggy, then cowgirl and then missionary again.
I made love to this girl for close to 40 minutes strait. I believe she had a couple of orgasms in the process. Afterwards, I realized that my bedroom stamina was due to a depression medication that I was taking at the time – it significantly delayed my orgasm. When I finally did cum it was like opening up the dam. The poor girl must have thought I was superman or something.
We talked for a while and discussed our lives. She was earning enough money to go to college and I was recently divorced. It was a wonderful first experience that I will always remember. It's a real bonus when there's a little emotional connection with a girl and you share a little bit of each other lives. Just because you have sex for money it doesn't mean you don't have a heart.
1. Always play it safe – No exchange of any bodily fluids, meaning no BBBJ, DATY, LK, DFK*.
2. Always be discreet – I very much live a secret life apart from this blog. Even my best friends do not know that I see these women. Never use your real name – but come up with something normal like "tyrone" rather than "sex_machine69".
3. Always be respectful – God knows how many jerks these poor girls have to put up with. Treat them like you'd treat a friend. Always be a gentleman.
*BBBJ = bareback blowjob
DATY= dining at the Y (aka: cunnilingus)
LK = light kissing
DFK = deep French kissing
My original experiences with escorts was about 12 years ago through the newspaper classifieds. This was always hit and miss because you never knew what you were getting. A 5'-7", 115lb, voluptuous blonde sometimes turned into a 4'-2" 200lb, morbidly obese, bald woman.
With that said, there were some positive experiences in the earlier days. One that comes to mind was a girl named Leslie. It took a lot of nerve to make that first call but she was very nice and understanding.
I got all dressed up in my finest and picked up a bottle of decent red wine. Leslie asked for me to take my clothes off and wait for her on the bed. When she came into the room I was still wearing my underwear – boy was I green. She patiently indicated "all" my clothes and returned moments later.
I can't remember her rate – I believe it was something around $150 for the hour. I was asked to leave an envelop on the dresser and not to hand it to her directly. In retrospect, I guess this was in case I was a cop – i.e.: no direct exchange of funds. There was no kissing, DATY or BBBJ allowed.
We both got a little tipsy with the wine and she started getting flushed and giggly. She performed what was my first CBJ (covered blowjob) and I remember it was absolutely great. We switched to missionary, then doggy, then cowgirl and then missionary again.
I made love to this girl for close to 40 minutes strait. I believe she had a couple of orgasms in the process. Afterwards, I realized that my bedroom stamina was due to a depression medication that I was taking at the time – it significantly delayed my orgasm. When I finally did cum it was like opening up the dam. The poor girl must have thought I was superman or something.
We talked for a while and discussed our lives. She was earning enough money to go to college and I was recently divorced. It was a wonderful first experience that I will always remember. It's a real bonus when there's a little emotional connection with a girl and you share a little bit of each other lives. Just because you have sex for money it doesn't mean you don't have a heart.
In the beginning
There are many reason's why someone starts a blog whether it be a need to openly express their thoughts, highlight man's inhumanity toward man, speak about social justice or talk about getting laid. You can probably tell by the title of this blog that my reason is the latter.
I must profess that I love women. I love the way they think, look, smell..everything. I work with many woman and have many long-term relationships with them. In fact, I prefer dealing with women more than men because it's easier to understand where they're coming from. They tend to talk about things from the standpoint of how they feel and they respond well when they have those feelings validated.
Ultimately the one thing I like best about woman is the sex. I don't like the term "call-girl", "hooker" or "prostitute" and the term "service provider" sounds like she's going to fix my washing machine. I would consider the women that I see on an intimate basis to be courtesans. The term is more respectful and I believe a lot these girls deserve that respect.
I must profess that I love women. I love the way they think, look, smell..everything. I work with many woman and have many long-term relationships with them. In fact, I prefer dealing with women more than men because it's easier to understand where they're coming from. They tend to talk about things from the standpoint of how they feel and they respond well when they have those feelings validated.
Ultimately the one thing I like best about woman is the sex. I don't like the term "call-girl", "hooker" or "prostitute" and the term "service provider" sounds like she's going to fix my washing machine. I would consider the women that I see on an intimate basis to be courtesans. The term is more respectful and I believe a lot these girls deserve that respect.
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