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.

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.

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.

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.