How was your first time with a SP ?
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My first time with a provider -- except for a few military flings ages ago -- was in Toronto in the early nineties. I was waiting for a friend at the bar of a restaurant when an attractive blond wearing a Panama hat took the barstool beside me. "Do you think you could help me out?" she adked, "I need fifty dollars for a fancy calculator for a physics course I'm taking.". She said this while staring into my eyes and licking her lips in the most provocative way you can imagine.
We started chatting, had a drink, and were headed to the hotel before it even occurred to me that she was a SP. She ended up giving me the longest, slowest BJ in history. I stoll dream about it! And i bought her calculator, unless she decided to do something else with the cash . . .
We started chatting, had a drink, and were headed to the hotel before it even occurred to me that she was a SP. She ended up giving me the longest, slowest BJ in history. I stoll dream about it! And i bought her calculator, unless she decided to do something else with the cash . . .
My first visit to a provider was when I was 20 in New York City in the late 70s. I had a really bad breakup with a college girlfriend. In frustration, I grabbed a copy of Screw magazine and looked at the ads. The woman was about 10 years older than I and from England. She was not very pretty. She did and she slipped on a condom, which I had never used before (my girlfriend was on the pill). I lasted a few minutes and could not cum or stay hard. I left in frustration. The woman was constantly asking if it was her, or if I had trouble cumming. I took the blame and left after 15 minutes. The truth was I could not screw her and think of my girlfriend who was way way hotter.
I subsequently found a lot better places and better young women my age. Some of them did not require condoms for a $20 extra fee. By early 1982, most places required condoms because HIV reached the news media.
I subsequently found a lot better places and better young women my age. Some of them did not require condoms for a $20 extra fee. By early 1982, most places required condoms because HIV reached the news media.
My "first time" is funny. I was in Vegas in 2006 with a bunch of strippers from the website I have spoke on before, for a GT. I think the action and fun of the GT had died down. As a back-drop I will tell you that in the clubs I had started to receive more serious extras from strippers.
So I had gotten it in my head that I was going to make the plunge. Maybe it was Vegas, maybe all the stupid cards they hand out on the streets. But I decided to call a number, I can't remember if it was from a web-site, an ad or one of those cards. But I set up with a girl to be at my hotel room at such-and-such a time.
But then I started to freak thinking about legality, and I called my friend back East to get some encouragement. He is far more street smart than I. So he calmed me down. And I was OK for awhile, but as the time approached, I freaked again and left the hotel room.
The SP gets to my door apparently and probably was tapping on my door. I get a cell phone call from the agency, which I answered while walking down the road.
She goes "Daisy's here to see you. Can you answer the door? She's really pretty..."
I stammered and told her I wasn't there and wasn't going to see her.
I got back to the hotel room where there were at least two phone messages from the agency say similar things.
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Now turn the clock ahead six months in Montreal. I had become integrated into MERB via chat and had a barrage of information. And I was prepared for just about any scenario. I had plan a, b, c ...
I saw Alexia from Sexyxxx. She was a nicely put together girl, pretty laid back. She was a good practice SP. She performed well and was more of a pure GFE-type. It actually didn't matter as It was just finally doing it that helped, since it had been incredibly long since sex. I had buried myself in work, my kids and you name the reason I had it.
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So I had gotten it in my head that I was going to make the plunge. Maybe it was Vegas, maybe all the stupid cards they hand out on the streets. But I decided to call a number, I can't remember if it was from a web-site, an ad or one of those cards. But I set up with a girl to be at my hotel room at such-and-such a time.
But then I started to freak thinking about legality, and I called my friend back East to get some encouragement. He is far more street smart than I. So he calmed me down. And I was OK for awhile, but as the time approached, I freaked again and left the hotel room.
The SP gets to my door apparently and probably was tapping on my door. I get a cell phone call from the agency, which I answered while walking down the road.
She goes "Daisy's here to see you. Can you answer the door? She's really pretty..."
I stammered and told her I wasn't there and wasn't going to see her.
I got back to the hotel room where there were at least two phone messages from the agency say similar things.
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Now turn the clock ahead six months in Montreal. I had become integrated into MERB via chat and had a barrage of information. And I was prepared for just about any scenario. I had plan a, b, c ...
I saw Alexia from Sexyxxx. She was a nicely put together girl, pretty laid back. She was a good practice SP. She performed well and was more of a pure GFE-type. It actually didn't matter as It was just finally doing it that helped, since it had been incredibly long since sex. I had buried myself in work, my kids and you name the reason I had it.
Sad
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