How was your first time with a SP ?
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My first time was great. I was so nervous I was shaking in the parking lot. It was in the states. I met her at her hotel room. She was working with an agency and opened the door in a robe. She told me to get comfortable and I sat on the bed. She dropped the robe and revealed a knockout body (still the best I have seen to date). She clearly was confused why I was still dressed. I told her it was my first time and she didn't seem to believe me. We had a great time though. She gave awesome head, fucked like a stallion and was really into doggie and it was a great view. I WAS SO NERVOUS that when I arrived I wasn't hard which is amazing considering I can get hard on command and usually can go until your pussy is raw. I was a bit worried about that too, but once you get into it you relax. I barely touched her body because I didn't know what was okay which sounds ridiculous now thinking that I had my cock in her mouth and pussy. lol. Still, I have only seen a handful of providers since then, but they have all been decent to great experiences. She was a gem. Research has been the key for me. I always research heavily. I am coming to Montreal tomorrow (without a place) and will be searching out a provider for some fun. I will report back after.
My first time was great. I was so nervous I was shaking in the parking lot. It was in the states. I met her at her hotel room. She was working with an agency and opened the door in a robe. She told me to get comfortable and I sat on the bed. She dropped the robe and revealed a knockout body (still the best I have seen to date). She clearly was confused why I was still dressed. I told her it was my first time and she didn't seem to believe me. We had a great time though. She gave awesome head, fucked like a stallion and was really into doggie and it was a great view. I WAS SO NERVOUS that when I arrived I wasn't hard which is amazing considering I can get hard on command and usually can go until your pussy is raw. I was a bit worried about that too, but once you get into it you relax. I barely touched her body because I didn't know what was okay which sounds ridiculous now thinking that I had my cock in her mouth and pussy. lol. Still, I have only seen a handful of providers since then, but they have all been decent to great experiences. She was a gem. Research has been the key for me. I always research heavily. I am coming to Montreal tomorrow (without a place) and will be searching out a provider for some fun. I will report back after.
I was visiting Vancouver back in the 90's, and had several hours to kill one evening (can you say strip clubs). While at Brandi's, I decided to go to The Swedish Touch. It was in the same building as Brandi's, and was advertised as the only legal massage establishment in Vancouver.
I was VERY nervous - shook like a leaf. It took four attempts to "cross the finish line." For the first attempt, I arrived at the forth floor before backing out. The second attempt, I managed to stick my head out of the elevator and see the hostess before fleeing. The third attempt, I actually spoke to the hostess before I left to "go to the ATM". The forth attempt was a charm - I went through the parade of girls working that night and decided to meet Linda in the Giesha room. This was the most expensive BJ I ever got, but it set me on my way to hobbying (in other words, well worth the money!!)
I'm sure that the girls must of laughed their asses off after I left. Hell, even I laugh when I think about it.
I was VERY nervous - shook like a leaf. It took four attempts to "cross the finish line." For the first attempt, I arrived at the forth floor before backing out. The second attempt, I managed to stick my head out of the elevator and see the hostess before fleeing. The third attempt, I actually spoke to the hostess before I left to "go to the ATM". The forth attempt was a charm - I went through the parade of girls working that night and decided to meet Linda in the Giesha room. This was the most expensive BJ I ever got, but it set me on my way to hobbying (in other words, well worth the money!!)
I'm sure that the girls must of laughed their asses off after I left. Hell, even I laugh when I think about it.
The first time i saw an sp was back in late fall of 1999. I was in Mtl to see the Leafs/Habs game. Having been single for two years (but i had slept around since), i discovered a web site dedicated to the sex business soon after discovering & falling in love with the internet. The site led me to escort agency websites (and indys) and my mind began to wander as i examined & got turned on by some of the pictures. Being curious by nature, and somewhat addicted to sex, temptation got the better of me & i decided to give the `hobby` a try on my next trip to Mtl.
I wasn`t sure if i`d have the nerve to go ahead with it, but it put aside a thousand bucks & headed off to Mtl. I had pre-booked all my appointments a week or so prior to leaving. I did extensive research & booked three dates. During the final week prior to my trip, i couldn`t get this out of my mind. Part of me was anxious to experience this side of the sex business, and another part of me was nervous. I was, you could say, afraid i might feel guilty later & kick myself for having gone through with it. On the night of the `date`, i called the agency to confirm the booking & waited impatiently for my `date` to show up. I had a few drinks before the scheduled appointment time in order to calm my nerves. I then received a call from the agency telling me the girl would be a half hour late. I was so nervous and sweating so much that i had to take another shower!
At the scheduled appointment time, i kept pacing around the appartment and peaking in the peep hole. My pulse was racing! It had been quite some time that i hadn`t use condoms & i wasn`t sure how (and if) i`d be able to `perform` with them. I was beginning to have second thoughts. I began to wonder if i shouldn`t call the agency and just cancel everything. Suddenly, i heard the infamous `knock` on the door, and nervously, i opened the door and greeted my guest. She didn`t look as hot as i expected her to look, but she was okay looking. To my surprise, she didn`t speak a word of french. When she took off her blouse, she wasn`t wearing a bra & i soon discovered why: she had to be the most flat-chested girl i had ever seen or imagined in my entire life!
She then removed my shirt & said ``Wow! You`re tanned & muscular!`` She kind of surprised me with the muscular part, but yeah, i worked out considerably back in those days and didn`t think it showed that much. Shortly after sitting on the sofa to drink a glass of wine together, she attacked me! It was all good, i may add. I immediately wondered why i had waited so long to do this! She asked me if i wanted to do it right there on the sofa or head over to the bedroom for the deed. I suggested we use the bedroom. I must admit that due to my nervousness, it took me a while to get hard. CBJ was what she preferred, adding she only did with regular clients. Once we began the deed, i had to take a break in the middle of FS since i began to think about the condom & to be honest, i was used to `banging` hotter girls in my private life. I began to have doubts about this. ``What was i thinking?`` I began to wonder why i was throwing away money to get laid when i could get laid for free with a hotter chick. I began thinking about all kinds of things...stds, realizing i was using a prostitute when i never imagined in my entire life i`d wind up doing this kind of stuff, etc. The next thing you know, i`m limp.......so, she changed condoms and attempted to finish me off with her mouth. I`m certain a handjob was performed. To be totally honest, i`m not even sure if i came or not. I probably didn`t.
However, i had a pretty good time with a very cool chick. She looked average, reeked pot & didn`t have much of a body, but she was a fun party-type girl. I tried to see her again two nights later, but wrestling was on that night & she never worked on wrestling nights. She loved the WWE & no bribe could take her away from her favorite tv show, RAW. So, i saw a girl i should`t have seen. I wasn`t in the proper mindset to see an sp, and the `date` went downhill from the start. The girl even left my place telling me i might not be made up to see sps. That i was more the relationship type. So, i felt bad about all of this stuff & cancelled my next appointments. I decided to leave a day or two early & figured that was it as far as the escorting business was. Boy, was i wrong!
Eleven years & couple hundreds or so sps later, i must be frank with you: If it was to start over, i`d probably not see sps. It can get way too addictive. Especially for a single guy who loved women & who`s addicted to sex like i was. After seeing a dozen or so sps within the next two years or so, it began to come way too easy for me & it was now in my blood. I became very lazy socially & didn`t put much effort into socializing with people of the opposite sex in my personal life. All i did was work, work, work in order to be able to keep on going to Mtl & getting laid as much as i wanted to. For years, the `hobby` was an obsession. I did enter a couple of quasi-serious relationships years later & i soon realized that i missed the comforts & stability of a relationship. Because of years of `hobbying`, i wasn`t sure if i could be 100% faithful in a serious relationship & that`s probably why getting too seriously involved scared me. It was actually harder for me to trust people, and at times i wasn`t even sure i could trust myself. So, my relationships all wound up turning sour after some time. When there is no trust in a relationship, there really isn`t one, right? However, those relationships got my mind off the hobby & when i returned after a brief absence, my whole outlook on the `hobby` had changed. No longer did i feel addicted to it.
I made a few trips to Mtl to see concerts or sporting events & didn`t even see any sps. I`d go on dates with either non-sps or sps....but most of the time, no hanky-panky was involved & that was fine with me. I got control of my life back.....and now when i do happen to see sps (which i must admit is becoming fewer & fewer), it`s on my terms & for the right reasons. I actually now prefer going out on a nice dinner date with a lady (sp or non-sp...doesn`t matter) and have no hanky panky than simply staying in my hotel room & call an sp (someone i may know or have never seen before) who i`ll pay to take care of my selfish needs for an hour or two. Maybe i`m getting old. Or maybe i`ve been involved in this business for too long. Who knows. Or maybe i`ve simply changed since this is usually what happens to people: they tend to change over the years. If people reading this have seen the movie `City Slickers`, they`ll likely remember the scene where Mitch asks Curly about the secret of life. If they can figure out what he meant in regards to his little finger, and understand what he meant by it, they`ll know what i`m talking about.
I wasn`t sure if i`d have the nerve to go ahead with it, but it put aside a thousand bucks & headed off to Mtl. I had pre-booked all my appointments a week or so prior to leaving. I did extensive research & booked three dates. During the final week prior to my trip, i couldn`t get this out of my mind. Part of me was anxious to experience this side of the sex business, and another part of me was nervous. I was, you could say, afraid i might feel guilty later & kick myself for having gone through with it. On the night of the `date`, i called the agency to confirm the booking & waited impatiently for my `date` to show up. I had a few drinks before the scheduled appointment time in order to calm my nerves. I then received a call from the agency telling me the girl would be a half hour late. I was so nervous and sweating so much that i had to take another shower!
At the scheduled appointment time, i kept pacing around the appartment and peaking in the peep hole. My pulse was racing! It had been quite some time that i hadn`t use condoms & i wasn`t sure how (and if) i`d be able to `perform` with them. I was beginning to have second thoughts. I began to wonder if i shouldn`t call the agency and just cancel everything. Suddenly, i heard the infamous `knock` on the door, and nervously, i opened the door and greeted my guest. She didn`t look as hot as i expected her to look, but she was okay looking. To my surprise, she didn`t speak a word of french. When she took off her blouse, she wasn`t wearing a bra & i soon discovered why: she had to be the most flat-chested girl i had ever seen or imagined in my entire life!
She then removed my shirt & said ``Wow! You`re tanned & muscular!`` She kind of surprised me with the muscular part, but yeah, i worked out considerably back in those days and didn`t think it showed that much. Shortly after sitting on the sofa to drink a glass of wine together, she attacked me! It was all good, i may add. I immediately wondered why i had waited so long to do this! She asked me if i wanted to do it right there on the sofa or head over to the bedroom for the deed. I suggested we use the bedroom. I must admit that due to my nervousness, it took me a while to get hard. CBJ was what she preferred, adding she only did with regular clients. Once we began the deed, i had to take a break in the middle of FS since i began to think about the condom & to be honest, i was used to `banging` hotter girls in my private life. I began to have doubts about this. ``What was i thinking?`` I began to wonder why i was throwing away money to get laid when i could get laid for free with a hotter chick. I began thinking about all kinds of things...stds, realizing i was using a prostitute when i never imagined in my entire life i`d wind up doing this kind of stuff, etc. The next thing you know, i`m limp.......so, she changed condoms and attempted to finish me off with her mouth. I`m certain a handjob was performed. To be totally honest, i`m not even sure if i came or not. I probably didn`t.
However, i had a pretty good time with a very cool chick. She looked average, reeked pot & didn`t have much of a body, but she was a fun party-type girl. I tried to see her again two nights later, but wrestling was on that night & she never worked on wrestling nights. She loved the WWE & no bribe could take her away from her favorite tv show, RAW. So, i saw a girl i should`t have seen. I wasn`t in the proper mindset to see an sp, and the `date` went downhill from the start. The girl even left my place telling me i might not be made up to see sps. That i was more the relationship type. So, i felt bad about all of this stuff & cancelled my next appointments. I decided to leave a day or two early & figured that was it as far as the escorting business was. Boy, was i wrong!
Eleven years & couple hundreds or so sps later, i must be frank with you: If it was to start over, i`d probably not see sps. It can get way too addictive. Especially for a single guy who loved women & who`s addicted to sex like i was. After seeing a dozen or so sps within the next two years or so, it began to come way too easy for me & it was now in my blood. I became very lazy socially & didn`t put much effort into socializing with people of the opposite sex in my personal life. All i did was work, work, work in order to be able to keep on going to Mtl & getting laid as much as i wanted to. For years, the `hobby` was an obsession. I did enter a couple of quasi-serious relationships years later & i soon realized that i missed the comforts & stability of a relationship. Because of years of `hobbying`, i wasn`t sure if i could be 100% faithful in a serious relationship & that`s probably why getting too seriously involved scared me. It was actually harder for me to trust people, and at times i wasn`t even sure i could trust myself. So, my relationships all wound up turning sour after some time. When there is no trust in a relationship, there really isn`t one, right? However, those relationships got my mind off the hobby & when i returned after a brief absence, my whole outlook on the `hobby` had changed. No longer did i feel addicted to it.
I made a few trips to Mtl to see concerts or sporting events & didn`t even see any sps. I`d go on dates with either non-sps or sps....but most of the time, no hanky-panky was involved & that was fine with me. I got control of my life back.....and now when i do happen to see sps (which i must admit is becoming fewer & fewer), it`s on my terms & for the right reasons. I actually now prefer going out on a nice dinner date with a lady (sp or non-sp...doesn`t matter) and have no hanky panky than simply staying in my hotel room & call an sp (someone i may know or have never seen before) who i`ll pay to take care of my selfish needs for an hour or two. Maybe i`m getting old. Or maybe i`ve been involved in this business for too long. Who knows. Or maybe i`ve simply changed since this is usually what happens to people: they tend to change over the years. If people reading this have seen the movie `City Slickers`, they`ll likely remember the scene where Mitch asks Curly about the secret of life. If they can figure out what he meant in regards to his little finger, and understand what he meant by it, they`ll know what i`m talking about.
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The first SP I saw gave me the best DTCIMSW I`ve had to date. I was left feeling a bit crumby afterwards, though, when she told me that she`s married and has three kids. WTF?! That`s what I get for asking questions! Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
I should have started in my mid 20s when the number of single, attractive, childless women started drying up. I held-out for far to long thinking that I would find someone suitable. I didn`t.
My first time with an sp...*
I was 16, and my girlfriend dumped me after a whole summer.. And during that whole summer, I never got layed.!
One night I was looking in the courrier laval... and I found the escort section.
There was a number that started with the same digits as mine.... I called, and I found out she was within walking distance.
So after a few joints., and much contemplation.? Off I went to see Jennifer.. The blonde California girl...
My experience was incredible..! She gave me the best tcimws, and she taught me how to do daty.. *She rode me like a cowgirl...and she let me stay and do it with her 3 times.
We ended up working out a deal for me to pay her in green goods, that I had for free in those days....
And I would see her every weekend.. For years.
The downside is that her mouth set the bar so high, that my next girlfriends never really impressed , or pleased me...
... She`s still around., but now she put on around 180 lbs..
I was 16, and my girlfriend dumped me after a whole summer.. And during that whole summer, I never got layed.!
One night I was looking in the courrier laval... and I found the escort section.
There was a number that started with the same digits as mine.... I called, and I found out she was within walking distance.
So after a few joints., and much contemplation.? Off I went to see Jennifer.. The blonde California girl...
My experience was incredible..! She gave me the best tcimws, and she taught me how to do daty.. *She rode me like a cowgirl...and she let me stay and do it with her 3 times.
We ended up working out a deal for me to pay her in green goods, that I had for free in those days....
And I would see her every weekend.. For years.
The downside is that her mouth set the bar so high, that my next girlfriends never really impressed , or pleased me...
... She`s still around., but now she put on around 180 lbs..
K
Kansas Frank
I was scared to death -- being an American, I was afraid of LE. First time was in TO. (God Bless Canada!) I didn't know anything about MERB or its equivalent for TO. So, I just got on the Yellow Pages on the Internet and called an agency that seemed legitimate. It turned out to be a fun experience because the SP was nice. Then I discovered Montreal and the rest is history. Thanks to Merb, I'm a more sophisticated and discerning Hobbyist, by choice and mostly because of economics.
Lol., yeah she`s a true blue bbw....
I saw her for a for old times sake., and I was very disgusted.... But when I met her she was tight.
Greetings everybody!
I have been lurking here for about a year now and if there is any better time to reveal myself, why not in this post.
Perhaps a bit of a brief backgrounder on me. I`m 27 and a Montrealer born and raised. I am one of those guys that has never been lucky with women. After over six womanless years without a gf, I decided to swallow my pride and take the plunge by investigating what you fellows call the hobby.
My first time with a SP was made possible by reading the MERB review boards back when I was 26. After years of researching for academic purposes, I devoted much time and energy looking for the perfect first SP. I was afraid of being screwed over by an agency that didn`t deliver on what they offered, so I decided to choose an independent who hopefully would be true to herself. And that is exactly what happened.
This being a fairly expensive hobby (at least for those of us that just got out of university), I determined what my criteria would be: I fixed a budget, and I decided to go for a lady that would offer an incall special. I made a telephone call and I agreed to meet her for two hours the next morning. I chose a morning encounter because I would feel more alert, I could shower before I left my place, and I felt comfortable knowing I would be the first of the day.
The lovely lady who I saw was receiving in one of the downtown hotels and I made sure that I was decently dressed, groomed, and presentable. I was greeted by a smile and a warm kiss. I made the first cardinal sin/error by not putting the envelope plain in sight and so she had to ask for it, and I apologized profusely by getting it out of my duffel bag right away. That`s what happens when you`re a noob. The room had two queen beds so when she invited me to sit, I sat nervously across from her but she wanted me next to her. She made me comfortable and got to know me. We talked for about 20 mins and I think this was a test of compassion, perhaps to gauge my personality, to understand what my reactions to her questions were.
I must have passed the test with flying colours because I was able to enjoy what I imagine most people take for granted, the GFE. And I was treated to what I had sorely missed from the fairer sex for years: passionate and meaningful DFK, an astounding , and my longstanding hunger for DATY was quenched. I was sweating but she didn`t mind. She was very vocal about her pleasure which was very encouraging. I had very enjoyable experiences with her and I definitely felt like I was getting a GFE. I am also an unfit person, so for days I was sore as if I climbed a mountain, but I was always smiling to myself knowing that it was worth it.
So to answer the question. How was my first time with a SP? Phenomenal. After I walked out of the hotel room, I had a nice stroll and treated myself to a sumptuous ``victory`` breakfast. There are only a few things that I would change. Perhaps a bit more shaving would have been in order; perhaps I would have ask for some role play; or for her to wear some hosiery next time (one of my penchants). But that`s how it is eh guys, live and learn.
I wish that there were more opportunities for me to offer some reviews this year but I am sure that will come someday soon. Thanks for reading and I hope that you consider this to be a worthy submission to your board.
I have been lurking here for about a year now and if there is any better time to reveal myself, why not in this post.
Perhaps a bit of a brief backgrounder on me. I`m 27 and a Montrealer born and raised. I am one of those guys that has never been lucky with women. After over six womanless years without a gf, I decided to swallow my pride and take the plunge by investigating what you fellows call the hobby.
My first time with a SP was made possible by reading the MERB review boards back when I was 26. After years of researching for academic purposes, I devoted much time and energy looking for the perfect first SP. I was afraid of being screwed over by an agency that didn`t deliver on what they offered, so I decided to choose an independent who hopefully would be true to herself. And that is exactly what happened.
This being a fairly expensive hobby (at least for those of us that just got out of university), I determined what my criteria would be: I fixed a budget, and I decided to go for a lady that would offer an incall special. I made a telephone call and I agreed to meet her for two hours the next morning. I chose a morning encounter because I would feel more alert, I could shower before I left my place, and I felt comfortable knowing I would be the first of the day.
The lovely lady who I saw was receiving in one of the downtown hotels and I made sure that I was decently dressed, groomed, and presentable. I was greeted by a smile and a warm kiss. I made the first cardinal sin/error by not putting the envelope plain in sight and so she had to ask for it, and I apologized profusely by getting it out of my duffel bag right away. That`s what happens when you`re a noob. The room had two queen beds so when she invited me to sit, I sat nervously across from her but she wanted me next to her. She made me comfortable and got to know me. We talked for about 20 mins and I think this was a test of compassion, perhaps to gauge my personality, to understand what my reactions to her questions were.
I must have passed the test with flying colours because I was able to enjoy what I imagine most people take for granted, the GFE. And I was treated to what I had sorely missed from the fairer sex for years: passionate and meaningful DFK, an astounding , and my longstanding hunger for DATY was quenched. I was sweating but she didn`t mind. She was very vocal about her pleasure which was very encouraging. I had very enjoyable experiences with her and I definitely felt like I was getting a GFE. I am also an unfit person, so for days I was sore as if I climbed a mountain, but I was always smiling to myself knowing that it was worth it.
So to answer the question. How was my first time with a SP? Phenomenal. After I walked out of the hotel room, I had a nice stroll and treated myself to a sumptuous ``victory`` breakfast. There are only a few things that I would change. Perhaps a bit more shaving would have been in order; perhaps I would have ask for some role play; or for her to wear some hosiery next time (one of my penchants). But that`s how it is eh guys, live and learn.
I wish that there were more opportunities for me to offer some reviews this year but I am sure that will come someday soon. Thanks for reading and I hope that you consider this to be a worthy submission to your board.
My first time with an sp was so long ago that they weren’t called sps. They were ladies of questionable reputations and worked in bordellos, not legal where I was. This might date me but it was over thirty years ago at an illegal bordello in Wyoming. Her name was Lynn and she was young, pretty, and cost $20. I’ll never forget her. I can still see her face in my mind. That progressed to massage parlors in Denver and the price was about $60.
My first time in Canada was in Calgary in the early 90’s. I found her add in the Sun. I thought I was calling her but was calling an agency. That agency still exists but it is about twice the price that it is now. I’ll never forget her either. Her agency name was Nicky. She was young, petite, and very pretty. That agency still advertises one of the ladies that worked 1994. She is advertised as 25 years old but was 18 in 1995. So much for truths in advertising.
My first real GFE was in Montreal. For me, this is by far the best and the only place to hobby, with very few exceptions, all of them in Canada. I get a good feeling in my loins when I go to Canada and a boner when I go to Montreal.
All firsts were unforgetable, wonderful, and a bit scary.
As comedian Yakov Smirnoff says of America, I say of Canada. “What a Country!”
Sweetwater
My first time in Canada was in Calgary in the early 90’s. I found her add in the Sun. I thought I was calling her but was calling an agency. That agency still exists but it is about twice the price that it is now. I’ll never forget her either. Her agency name was Nicky. She was young, petite, and very pretty. That agency still advertises one of the ladies that worked 1994. She is advertised as 25 years old but was 18 in 1995. So much for truths in advertising.
My first real GFE was in Montreal. For me, this is by far the best and the only place to hobby, with very few exceptions, all of them in Canada. I get a good feeling in my loins when I go to Canada and a boner when I go to Montreal.
All firsts were unforgetable, wonderful, and a bit scary.
As comedian Yakov Smirnoff says of America, I say of Canada. “What a Country!”
Sweetwater
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My first time with an SP was absolutely horrible. It was in the U.S. in the '80s. I knew my spouse was sneaking around with a guy, so I figured it would be a great way to get back at her while she was out of town. SP came to our house, and I had no idea what the etiquette of any of it was. She came to my house two hours late, was 40 pounds heavier and 20 years older than advertised, immediately used mt phone to get in a very loud and profane argument with her pimp, boyfriend or something, hung up, asked if I had a copy of Playboy she could look at, then eventually got down to the deed. Said she didn't like to suck cock, so she limited that to a few seconds, then said she likes men to go down on her (no thanks in this case). Eventually got off, with her doing a lot of absurdly fake screaming (thus alerting all the neighbors). Three seconds later insisted on $50 more for a second shot, which I passed on. She expected a tip at the end of miserable service and then got pissed off when I refused to give her one. She bulled her way out of the house and drove off, honking her horn and giving me the finger all the way.
I did not hobby again for 15 years. Canada is the only place I ever hobby now. My first experience was an absolutely miserable introduction to this.
I did not hobby again for 15 years. Canada is the only place I ever hobby now. My first experience was an absolutely miserable introduction to this.
I did not even know she was an SP, a buddy paid her to give me table service at a strip club. Actually it was under the table service.
My first time was one of the best paid GFEs I have ever had. This was about 15 years ago, she was hitchhiking along Sherbrooke street. I suspect that it may have been her first time offering services or she only offered it once in a while. She offered me her services when she got into the car. She was a good looking woman about 30 years old 5 ft 7 very nice milf body with brown hair tied back. We got to the motel and she took her clothes off. She was wearing granny panties, while they were still available in the sears catalog these were the days that women wore briefs. Thongs were just coming in and it was many years before most women switched over, she may be one of the last switch overs from granny panties to briefs. It could be that she was from outside Montreal from the small towns or villages. The going rate for a quicky was $50 or $60, she asked for $40. She took control and did a BJ and an amazing amount of body kissing, she even asked if I wanted kissing on the mouth but It was my first time and wanted and still do insist on a wrapper. She allowed everything except anal sex. After the first session, she cuddled a few minutes and started up again, I did two sessions with her that was about 1 hour and 15 minutes. When we were finished I drove her back to the spot I picked her up and never saw her again.
Je ne connais pas beaucoup d'escortes gratuites admettons moi
Mais sur ce, pour ma part, ma 1ère n'a pas vraiment été ma meilleure ni la pire. Juste ordinaire. Ça m'a pris quelques rencontres avant d'en avoir vraiment une qui correspondait à mes attentes. Mais il faut dire qu'au début j'allais plus en incall et je n'ai jamais eu d'incall vraiment passionnant.
My first time was paid by a wannabee Joe Montana, it was in the mid 80s. The jerk scored big and was buying flashy cars and houses. He liked smart people and liked to own them. He invited me to a party where he paid 20 SPs to entertain the guest. Soon after he was busted and spent time in prison. Joe now lives on welfare and pretends he does not know me when he sees me. Sad story.
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