My First Time with an Sp

[Doc Holliday]

Reflecting upon my years in the hobby over the past few days, it just occurred to be that i've already been a hobbyist for over 7 years. Wow! The years have been flying by so quickly!

Every single individual in this 'hobby' has his/her reasons to be in it. How they discovered it can also be very different from one individual to another. When i entered the hobby, i figured it would only be a one-time thing, then head back into a long-term relationship & i'd likely never go back to hobbying. Boy, was i wrong!

I'm curious to what led to others such as myself entering this hobby. I'm certain our reasons are very different & the reasons for remaining in the hobby also differing considerably from one to another. What initially led to all of us being connected to one another today?

 

[Doc Holliday]

Doc Holliday's very first time with an sp

I discovered the hobby back in late 1999. At the time, i had been nearly 2 years out of a long-term relationship & changes in my professional life prevented me from investing much time in another relationship. Never having had problems going out clubbing & leaving with a new acquaintance had never been much of a problem for me in the past, so i never once had given 'hobbying' any consideration. I also had no idea what an escort was all about & i had been under the impression that all prostitutes were of the streetwalking, strung out high-heel types who hung out at various street corners. Sure, i had seen the classified ads in Le Journal de Montreal at times, but i hadn't given much thought to what actually was going on & what types of people worked as escorts. As for 'johns', i had always been under the impression that they were a bunch of weirdos who drove around in a car at night in the seedy neighbourhoods, soliciting streetwalkers for a blow job & most of the time getting busted by the morality squads. Did i ever think i'd one day have the nerve to see a prostitute? Nah! No way!!

One day during the summer of 1999, a friend of mine had told me about a Mtl sex board called Canbest. At the time, i had been spending quite a bit of time travelling across Ontario & Quebec hanging out in stripclubs, reviewing them & befriending several of the women who worked in these clubs. I even had an affair or two with a few of those same women, but most of these affairs were short-lived & never amounted to anything. Well, the moment i discovered reviews on escorts changed my life, literally. It was at that moment that i discovered characters such as Good Sam, PMikey, Gremlin, Big Poppa & dozens of others through their writings. Good Sam (later known as El Buen Samaritano) stood out among the rest & his storytelling skills got me very interested in discovering the hobby. It had been nearly 2 years since the last time i had been in a relationship & i was once again ready to resume my sex life. What sealed the deal were the pictures i had seen on various agency websites that were linked to the forum(s). Agencies such as Heartbreakers & Sweet Dreams led the pack of agencies with nice websites, but there were also a few independents who had very tempting pictures on their respective sites, among them someone named Miss Jones, a Toronto escort. One day, i saw pictures of a Sweet Dreams escort named Prescilla & it was then & there that i decided to dip my feet into the water. Curiosity had got the best of me!

I spent the next couple of months reading reviews, posting questions & surfing to various escort websites & finally made my choice: the first escort i'd see would be someone named Monica, who worked for Heartbreakers. Very popular at the time, she was a girl-next-door type who was quite GFE, a rarity at the time. So, i decided to book her 2 weeks ahead of time & i'd be in Mtl at the same time for the Habs' opener against the Leafs. I also booked a girl from a small agency named Sensual Delights & a girl named Racquel from a new agency (the name escapes me) run by a former Hearbreakers girl. And if i had enough nerve (and spare cash), i'd try to see Prescilla once i'd be in town. I my memory serves me right, Prescilla had just become Mtl's first $200 an hour girl & it had created quite a stir on the board(s). But oh my Lord how this girl was gorgeous!

Well, the days went by & i can't remember how many times i nearly chickened out & cancelled the whole thing. I began thinking ahead & wondering how guilty i'd feel after. Would i be able to look at myself in the mirror? Would i be able to keep my mouth shut about the whole thing the next time i'd see my friends? What if people i'm close to find out? Well, as mentionned, curiosity got the best of me & i decided to move ahead with my plans, even if it meant meeting the escort & then not having the nerve to follow through with was expected to happen. I had to see for myself what the fuss was all about!

I got a suite at the Clarion Hotel & Suites (previously known as "Manoir LeMoyne") and the anticipation was killing me. I had trouble sleeping & what worried me the most was the fact that i wasn't sure if i'd be able to 'perform'. Since i had spent the previous 12 years or so in mostly long-term relationships, using condoms during sex was something that i hadn't been much familiar with until then. I kept hearing stories (often from women i'd slept with) that condoms were a mood-breaker & they hated them since they smelled bad & men had a tendency to go limp with them. How i wished this wouldn't happen to me on that faithful night when i'd finally get to meet my very first sp!

Well, the evening came & i received a call from Tina (who used to take care of bookings at Heartbreakers) to advise me that Monica would be a few minutes late. Nervous as hell, i tried to stay calm & told her it wouldn't be a problem. As soon as i hung up, i decided to take another shower since the nervousness of the moment had caused me to sweat so much! Man, was i nervous! After showering, i must have checked the peephole two dozen times & kept pacing around the room, wondering if i hadn't forgot something & hoping Monica would like what i had bought for refreshements. Suddenly, i heard a knock on the door & my heart jumped! She was here!!

Well, as soon as i opened the door, i knew i'd be in for a good time. We greeted one another & i invited her to the living room & offered her a glass of wine, which she accepted. Still quite nervous, i told her that this was the first time that i was seeing an escort & we began to talk about Canbest & that's when i told her (reluctantly) that my handle on the board was "Vinnie". "You're Vinnie?? Wow!!" At that moment, she jumped into my arms & we began making out. I still remember what i thought at that exact time: "Now, why have i waited so long to do this? This is great!" We moved on to the bedroom eventually & even though using a condom felt awkward at times, things went fairly well & the deed was done. I was finally initiated!!

The next day, i began to feel guilty & swore i'd never see escorts again. However, on my third day in Mtl, i began to feel lonely (and horny!) and tried to see Monica again. She wasn't available on that day since she was watching WWF Wrestling, which she was fanatic about. I agreed to see someone who's pictures i liked, but the reviews were so-so. She was a blond & i had never been with a blond before. So i agreed to see her....but things went bad from the start & i decided to retire from the hobby after my encounter with her. I still recall what she said near the end of the date: "Maybe you're just not made out to see escorts." Years later, i bumped into that same person while at an HDM party. She had aged a bit & looked quite different from back then. She was now running an agency & to my great surprise when i asked her if she had once worked as an escort back in those days (around 1999-2002), she said that yes indeed, she was the same person. Wow! What surprised me even more was that she began to recall details of our encounter & even remembered where we had met one another. Incredible! She then said "but we did have a good time together, right?" This is when i corrected her & told her that we had an awful time & i nearly quit hobbying afterwards. I reminded her of what she had told me near the end of the encounter & we both laughed about it. Boy, was she ever wrong on that one!

On that first trip to Mtl (to see escorts), i cancelled the rest of my dates (and some had been cancelled anyway) and figured i'd never see escorts again. It just wasn't made for me & i began to wonder what the hell i had been thinking. A few days after i got back home, i decided to contribute to the board & wrote my very first review. I guess i must have done good since i received dozens of praises from everyone regarding how i had written my very first review. Even the veterans of the scene were praising me! Sure, it felt good....pretty damn good!

I waited until the following summer to get tempted again & having the nerve to see another escort. I stayed at the Chateau Royal that time & saw a part-time sp named Andrea from Sensual Delights. The date was for two hours, but we wound up spending the whole afternoon together & drank several bottles of wine. We had a great time! My next trip then would be in the fall & it would be the last time i'd see an sp. To make this last time memorable, i chose an independent named Racquelle, who was one of the hobby's stars at the time. If my memory is correct, we saw one another at the Hotel de la Montagne & it went fantastic! We exchanged email addresses & we'd check up on one another once in a while. I felt i had found a new friend & i wanted to see her again & again. So, for the most part of the next year, i'd see only Racquelle when i'd be travelling to Mtl. My guilt feelings were now long gone since i felt like i was seeing an ol' friend instead of a prostitute. Sure, i'd be tempted into seeing other girls, but felt i owed Racquelle my loyalty. But one evening, Racquelle told me that i should give other girls a try & she wouldn't blame me if i would. She even suggested that i do since she knew of other great girls in the biz that she's certain i'd like. So, i decided to take her advice & needless to say, the rest is history. I was hooked!

But one thing is certain: I will never forget my encounter with Monica since she was my first. We never forget about our first, right?

 

[hairdeficient]

I admire a person that can remember the past (7 years ago) in such a crisp and vivid manner.

I tend to forget details quickly.

Your eloquent writing however does bring back some emotions and memories.

We have a common denominator: my first time was the result of being lonely and at least two years after my last long-term relationship with nothing in sight.

I simply said yes to a beautiful milf in a bar. She came back to my place and I enjoyed her services but it was not a repeat.

Since that time, I do not indulge very often because I am very shy person.

 

[Regular Guy]

Great memories.

Very good of you to share that Doc. Great to see the reality of what we do seen so vividly through the eyes of another. I would bet the girls found your genuineness most disarming and charming. And I especially appreciated the encounter that wasn't. It is truly the human side of it when either the mood or the chemistry heads South. It won't work every time but it's still worth the risk. I still believe that with a few exceptions (God knows I've shared that experience) that both sp and client for the most part try to find a common ground to connect. This is a nice departure from the cynical approach of the wham bam Thank you Ma'am style of the "They only do it for money" boys. That approach gets a bit tiresome after hearing it for the umpteenth time. Like they all know something the rest of us don't. Again, nicely done. Can't say I remember much about mine except that in retrospect I was a little more enamoured about it all more than the occasion warranted.

 

[montreal_monk01]

It all started around summer 1995. Things were fine on the affective side (just finished law school and maintained couple of interesting intimate relationships with some girls from university), but I wanted to live a bit in fantasy world: you wake up one morning and decide you want to sleep with this or that exact kind of woman. No hassle, no need to seduce for ever, you just call and ask. You pay, you appreciate the good times and bye..bye. The idea materialized itself on an after clubbing night of that hot summer: back home, I had a sudden desire for a busty blonde (Pamela Anderson was in my mind all night...lol). My sex partners of that time were all petite brunette ..so no busty blondes at my disposition. At that time, I just had the Yellow pages to rely on...so here we go..I called the 1st agency that seemed interesting: "Hello...I need a Pamela Anderson look alike..nothing more..nothing less..do you have what I want?". Knock..knock at the door, I open the door..and Nah...has nothing to do with Pamela. Turn her down. 2nd..3rd agency and finally, a girl who surprisingly looked even better than Pam Service was so so, but wow, I had what I wanted. And it went from fantasy to fantasy ..then couple of years of semi retirement because I was not finding anymore premium at this at some point (the girls seemed to be all identical, nothing out of the ordinary)...then slowly but surely, the interest came back around 1998/99 with amazing surprises at Super Choix, Fantasme (no more what they used to be though)...then I discovered XXXception (that was the summum I ever reached...they were fullfilling my fantasms at will )....then my interest for the hobby was going down again, but girls like Vicky (XXXtase), Melissa (CD), Kim (Devilish), Tamara & Melody (Tamara & Friends), Lindsay (MGOF) ..rocked my fantasy world again, blocking my way to retirement I've been savouring each moment at this hobby though because I never had any expectation that goes beyond the only purpose of having fun and moving on.

 

[Robert 21]

Reflecting upon my years in the hobby over the past few days, it just occurred to be that i've already been a hobbyist for over 7 years. Wow! The years have been flying by so quickly!

Doc, plz check my Math.........

18 Years Old
+ 7 Years.....carry the one......

You're 25!
SWEET...........

Thanks Doc !


***You are a Legend, and We Salute YOU!!!!***

 

[phound]

My first time ....

I was 24 or 25 and my first wife had just left me. I was over a friends place watching the movie "Looking for Mr. Goodbar" on one of those video disc machines and after the movie my friend had his wife were being a little frisky and I was feeling a little frustrated.

I drove downtown and picked up a street worker and headed to a skid row hotel. She took my $60 or $80.00 and it was all done about 10 seconds after the cover went on.

I knew that this was not for me. It was a humiliating act and I spent a couple of years wondering who the real victim was. I have since decided that everybody is a victim if they want to be.

A couple of years later I was on the road and had been driving for several hours each day and I was very stiff and tired. I decided that I would reward myself with a in call massage. I found a lady named Donna in Calgary who did in call massages and she came over. The massage was incredible and what she did to me after the massage was even more incredible. I came in quarts. She told me next time I wanted a massage to pay a little extra and get the special or maybe she called it the full service.

So the next time I was in Calgary I called Donna and booked the full service massage. After a great rubdown she crawled on top of me and put me inside of her. Never in my mind had I considered having casual sex. This was incredible. I still see Donna from time to time; she must be close to 50 as I am getting there too.

I then tried some different escorts from the newspaper, the buy and sell, and local entertainment newspapers but can't say anything great happened. Then Canbest, Perb, Merb, etc came on the scene.

I've had some incredible experiences since then. As I approach 50 I find I am now looking for woman in the 30+ range and have had some great dates with these "older woman"

Once a year I am in Montreal for business and I go all out. I usually plan ahead and see one woman every night. I've done two in one night but now I've figured out to do some research and see one woman for two hours instead.

Winnipeg is also a great place to play and I've found one great date in Kamloops, BC.

I've had some horrible experiences as well, mostly in the USA. I have also learned that aside from the agencies in Montreal, never go with a girl you haven't read about on Merb or Perb.

I'm now in a committed relationship but I still love to pamper myself a couple of times a year.

I am on my way to Montreal tomorrow and hope to indulge tomorrow evening and again on Saturday.

Phound.

 

[z/m(Ret)]

First time was with a streetwalker, some 20 years ago.

First outcall was Geneviève D. of LFDMJ in the late 80`s, don`t remember exactly which year. The service she provided was not all that different than what SP`s offer nowadays. Only restriction, which might sound alien today, is she wouldn`t do cowgirl. DFK, CIM, Daty, MSOG, MPOS plus the whole GFE attitude were standard line items.

 

[z/m(Ret)]

Would it be ok if I write about *my first experience as an SP*?

If it involves yours truly and a bowling ball, the answer is no. Otherwise, sure.

 

[naughtylady]

How I got into the business

I was suffering a sever burn out and my employment insurance had run out. I was still too sick to work and welfare had refused me; (It seems that while I had left my Ex, the fact that the house was not yet sold meant that I had 2 residences). So I went back to work and got myself fired 4 times in one year. It seems that bosses do not appreciate the need for an afternoon nap!

Now I was elligble for employment insurance again but only for a few months. As that last check was approaching, I realized that I was at the beginning of a downward spiral because I still was not well enough to work. One day I was looking thropugh the Mirror and I saw an ad looking for "internet sex-chat hostesses". I thought about what I was doing at home: fooling around on the computer, listening to tunes, lazing on the couch, masturbating. Yes, I could get paid to do pretty much the exact same thing

After several months of this, I was ready to move on. I knew I was not yet ready for a "real 9 to 5" job, but I was restless and wanted to do something more. One day at work while fooling on the internet, I found a book called: Turning Pro: A Guide to SEx Work for the Ambitious and the Intriguied by Magedelene Meretrix. It had a whole chapter on internet and Ifigured these guys are paying my 12$ and hour, they must be profiting off of me so maybe I could do this on my own from home. I ordered the book, but the more interesting chapter was the one on escorting. As they say the rest is history!

Ronnie,
Naughtylady

 

[naughtylady]

My first client as an SP.

When I first started I was working for an agency. They sent me to a motel room in Laval. I must have say in my car for 10 minutes asking my self what the hell I was doing before approaching the motel room door and then another 10 minutes standing in front of the door afraid to knock!

When I final got up the courage, so many of my fears came true! I did not find this guy the least bit attractive. He was worse than fat, he was morbidly obese. Several chins and rolls upon rolls of fat! To make it worse he was hairy! When he sat on the bed he reminded me of one of those giant stuffed pandas you find at the amusement parks!

He invited me in, and I just stood there. I told him I was new, and he replied that the agency told him that I had just started with them. I clarified: he was to be my first client ever. He looked at me with his soft brown eyes and said you poor thing you must feel so scared. Somehow that relaxed me and I entered the room.

He invited me to simply sit beside him on the bed (really cheap motel room, no other place to sit). There was porn on the TV. He asked if the porn bothered me and offered to turn it off. I said no it was fine (thinking I would need all the help I could get!) He asked if I was sure and I repeated that it was fine, porn is good. He then asked if he could put his arm around me, I said that would be nice and I snuggled a little closer to him. He had a clean soapy smell to him. It was obvious he had just taked a shower. After a short while he asked if he could undo my blouse. I said ok. He was very gentle and every step of the way he asked if he could proceed and told me every time that I didn't have to if I didn't want to. I kept saying I felt comfortable with him, and that it was all OK.

By the end of our date he no longer was some big fat hairy guy, but a sweet man with beautiful brown eyes and the most gentle touch. I learned that day that everybody has something attractive about them, just sometimes you have to look a little longer.

Just before I left he told me that he doubted other clients would always ask first but that I should remember that I always had the right to say no. I don't know if this guy worked for the agency, or was a regular with them or what. I saw him a couple of times after that and he still always asked first. To this day I can still bring to mind his beautiful brown eyes and gentle touch.

Ronnie,
Naughtylady

 

[Studgrade]

Great first time for me....

I remember my first time with an SP like it was yesterday. It was in Sept 04`. Called an agency in Sherbrooke and ended up with a girl named Maria. On my way to see her, I was nervous as hell. Almost turned around a couple of times. Maria was super cute: Columbian, 21 years old, 5`5``, 115 lbs, 36C, long dark hair. She just looked super. Even at 21, she had been an SP since she was 18. She had experience.

When I got in the apartment, I just told her that she was my first SP. The thing that I remember the most is that from that point on she took great care in making me feel at ease. She was an easy going girl with a great personality and liked to laugh a lot. It also helped that she was enjoying her job. Her service was great: DFK, , Daty and MPOS were on the menu. I saw her again 2-3 times after that.

I couldn`t have ask for a better girl for my first time. I was very lucky.

Stud out...

 

[DouMan]

Michelle from Satin Dreamz

Last night in the chat we briefly flashed-back to our beginnings in the hobby.

I mentioned, not who was my first encounter but, for who my very first call was made ... Michelle ... from Satin Dreamz.

I received this link from Sapman99 which at least comforts me with the thought that for my first call, I had spotted a true gem.

I still very well remember that night in the hotel room, sitting at the desk and staring at the phone for what seemed like hours. I had never in my life called for a SP and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead and my heart pounding. Reach for the phone, pull back, go off hook, hang up ... I don’t know how many times I did this before finally making the call ... and even then, I almost hung up.

Someone answers, I was almost in a panic and still don’t know how I was able to mention that I would like to see Michelle. To my surprise, the person at the other end understood my nervous gibberish but Michelle was unfortunately not available that night. Disappointed, I said thank-you and hung up still nervously shaking from the experience of my first call.

Even though I was disappointed that she was not available I was surprised by the smooth and friendly response that I had just gotten ... it was none the less than Peter himself. Since then I have done business with a few agencies including Satin Dreamz and Peter has always answered in the same friendly way. Anyway, those of you that know Peter know what I’m talking about.

Well unfortunately I never got to meet Michelle since I believe she retired not long after. I have met many very fine women since then ... but I still think about Michelle.

Sapman99 thanks for the link to a lovely memory ... Michelle, even though we have never met ... thanks for the dreams.

 

[simonpaul]

ma premiere rencontre avec unesp a ete a l'été1996.je ne savais quoi faire pour satisfaire mes besoins sexuels ma femme a l'epoque ne voulait plus rien savoir.Un soir je vais dans un stripclub centre ville de montreal et je passe la soirée avec une danseuse.a la fin de la soiréée je lui demande si des fois elle faisait l,amour avec des clients ,elle me dit que tres rarement.Jelui donne mon no de chambre hotel et lui dit que je suis intéressé si elle veut bien.A ma grande suprise elle cogne ama porte 1hr apres,j'etais tres nerveux,je lui offre un verre de vin et décide de prendre une douche.Elle aussi se deshabille et vient avec moi dans la douche pour me flatter le dos.Comme premiere expérience ce fut extaordinaire,j'étais tres a l'aise avec elle et ell n'avait pour d'horlogue.Elle m'a fait connaitre ma premiere nuit d'amour complete.Depuis ce temps j 'ai eu des bonnes et mauvaises rencontre mais depuis que je connais merb,je me suis rarement trompé.Les infos dans merb sont tres utile pourtrouver le type de femme que je recherhces.Sans ces infos on pourais aligner les mauvaises expériences.Merci a tous pour vos commentaires

 

[simonpaul]

maintenant toutes mes experiences dépendent des review sur merb.Sans les reviews nous serions tous dans le néant.

 

[simonpaul]

je persiste a croire qu'il y a de bonnes histoires a raconter lors de la premiere rencontre avec une sp la premiere fois.

 

[evillethings]

this was a great post Doc Holliday! a vintage post if you will.

it had me trying to remember my 1st SP meeting... it was a lazy kinda evening in steeltown Canada ... I'll save it for another time.

 

[hungry101]

Great thread Doc. I hope everyone participates. I feel very much the same way that the Montreal Monk does. For me, the first time I paid for sex was when I purchased a BJ from a street walker when I was 18 (yeeeech!) Years later, after being dumped 3 times in my young life I decided to be a womanizer. Fuck it! The only thing loyalty to one woman ever got me was a broken heart. From then on I was married in name only and for the sake of the kids.

The first time I saw an SP was on a business trip about 1/4 of a century ago. One of my fellow co-workers had told me that his best friend broke down and called an agency on his last business trip and had a great time. I couldn't get this out of my head. I was in Charlotte NC and I searched the yellow pages and called an agency. For 100$ they sent a girl named Michelle. She had a great body but after entering the room and cleaning me up with a soapy wash cloth, she told me the rules. There would be no kissing, no BJ (because she said I was a "leaker"), and no doggie because she said that was uncomfortable for her. The whole thing ended in 10 minutes. She was leaving and I said..."Hey I thought I had you for the hour?" She said OK she would stay but I could not touch her. We sat next to each other on the bed talking and watching Johnny Carson. She left and I thought to myself "What a waste of 100$ dollars." This cycle continued in the USA. I would call an agency that I found in the yellow pages about once a year on a business trip with the same result. I was almost always disappointed and always felt I wasted my money. Either the women were not attractive or they were lacking in service. I could not satisfy myself with yellow pages escorts.

Pre 9/11 2001 I visited Montreal for the first time. I had found an agency on the net called Zodiac or Calendar girls escorts (I don't remember for sure). For some reason I wanted a Asian girl. I called in advance and they sent one for 80$. Again, the service was lacking compared to what I expect today but I remember this being the first time I was ever satisfied by an escort. The next day two business associates of mine joined me in Montreal. Miguel, the concierge at the Omni offered to call his friend and have girls sent to the hotel bar and we could give a thumbs up or down. He suggested as an alternative we could drive out of Montreal and go to a club called the Grand Prix. We decided to visit the Grand Prix. We were like kids in a candy store. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. At the end of the night we returned to the hotel feeling satisfied. We swore that the Grand Prix would be our secret and we would never discuss it outside our circle. After this, I swore off escorts in the USA because I thought nothing could match the experience that I had in Montreal and I realized I would always be disappointed.

The years passed and I put on weight. Working 60 hours a week with all the business travel and raising a family in a mock marriage took up all my time. The affairs that I used to experience every other quarter seemed to be impossible to achieve at this stage in my life. My wife announced that I had gained too much weight and she would not have sex with me unless I lost weight. At about the same time my job responsibilities shifted and Canada became part of my sales territory. My first visit back was December of 2006. I flew into Quebec City. I ran to buy a newspaper and check the classified ads which were all in French. I figured out which ads were agencies and I called one. They sent over a 19 year old waifish blond girl with "A" cups a pierced navel and a lower back tattoo. She wanted the 150$ up front so she could run it down to the driver(I presume so he could score some drugs while we sessioned). She promised to leave her purse as collateral. I looked in her hand bag and there was a dildo and a pack of cigarettes and stripper heels. Red flags were going up and I was suspicious. But I looked at her and I said "Do you have a pierced belly?" She lifted her shirt to show me the piercing. Next I asked "Do you have a lower back tattoo?" She turned around and lifted her shirt and showed me her lower back tattoo like all the young sluts were wearing at the time. My dick began to stir and I said "Leave your coat too" She protested because there was a blizzard outside and she said something in French under her breath. I remember saying sorry but I don't know you from Adam. She relented and went down stairs and out the front door with no coat in a freezing blizzard. She came back and disrobed put her heels on and did a strip tease. when she pulled off her panties and crawled on all fours I could no longer be a bystander and I planted my tongue in her asshole and licked for dear life! She was that young and sexy. Needless to say this was the moment....the moment that I buried my mouth in this young SP's asshole...that I became a hobbyist. I was hooked.

After this experience I joined hobby forums on the net. First was the sweet Dixie Forums and next was TER. I discovered it was possible to have a good experience in the USA if you could find a reviewed girl. The next year I returned to Montreal with my buddies on business. They wanted to go back to the Grand Prix. I Googled the Grand Prix and a link to a thread from MERB popped up in a search. I opened the thread and I learned that the Grand Prix was shut down. I joined MERB that day. My next trip to Montreal, I searched reviews and I saw a Devilish girl Allyson that the Montreal Monk called the "perfume from paradise" and the next day I sessioned with Emile of Xxxtase. She was the model on the Xxxtase web site for a long time. Not a good kissed IMHO but she was still a great session with a body to die for.

After that weekend I swore I would never retire from this hobby as long as I have a means and there is an SP to sleep with me. As you can see from the out of town thread that I have grown beyond Quebec. I have hobbyed on every continent that offers hookers and have satisfied all my hedonistic desires. Some day, God willing, as technology advances I will fuck SP's from outer space! However, I still consider Montreal my home court and I plan to return next spring to celebrate my belated 10 year anniversary of my first trip to Montreal.

 

[evillethings]

... Every single individual in this 'hobby' has his/her reasons to be in it. How they discovered it can also be very different from one individual to another. When i entered the hobby, i figured it would only be a one-time thing, then head back into a long-term relationship & i'd likely never go back to hobbying. Boy, was i wrong!

I'm curious to what led to others such as myself entering this hobby. I'm certain our reasons are very different & the reasons for remaining in the hobby also differing considerably from one to another. What initially led to all of us being connected to one another today?

so i honestly had a tough time recalling my 1st meeting with an SP. we're going back 13yrs and the location and sp weren't all that memorable.

i was in a casual relationship at the time and was mainly focused on my career. work involved long hours and moderate travelling. at some point i asked myself what's the point of making money if i'm just gonna burn myself out and not enjoy it. not to mention work was getting in the way of my sex-life. that's when i decided i would try to fix these issues, balance work and play, get more sex. first stop, the local and probably only strip club in hamilton.

but after 2months of dropping lots of cash, finding a few gems with extras and one girl who could do this amazing oral vibrator bj (she might've been humming the national anthem for all i know or care), i realized i was generally getting teased and the limited opportunities to release who meeting my needs. i mean i was hitting the peelers 5 out of 7 nights for 3 months and it just seems to be a completely inefficient way of getting off and took some haggling to get what i wanted... too much work for little return.

at that point i decided to turn to the good ol' yellow business directory and looked up an escort agency. after speaking to 3 agencies, the prices seemed unreal? 120-160$ and I get full service. WTF, the girl will blow me, swallow, mpos sex, give me a private dance or 20, sit + chat ... for a full hour??? I gotta book a girl. so i decided to go with an agency in the outskirts of Toronto which was the closest agency to my place at the time and i asked the booker who was on. after hearing a brief description of 4 girls, i said i'd like the brunette with the natural C-cup chest for an hour and booked for 2AM. I asked what the girl would be wearing and the booker told me short skirt, heels and stockings... sounded good to me.

prior to me 1st ever session i figured i'd hit my usual strip club and have my fav oral vibrator girl work me up to a simmer. a couple of hours later, i went home, got ready for the appointment like it was a date/booty call and freshened up and prepped.

2AM rolled around and nothing.
2:15 crickets.
2:30, i'm tired, the strip club buzz (booze and buzz) has long since worn off.
2:45 i get a call telling me the girl's running behind and will be out to my place by 3AM.
3AM, nothing.
3:15, i'm f'ing falling asleep.
3:30 i get a buzz from front doorman, oh F! me... i hope the doorman Jimmy is going to keep him mouth shut about this the next time i see him in the elevator. yeah, send up my guest.
3:40 ... 10mins later... she got lost in my 25 story building? WTF? light knock on the door.

I opened the door, this was it ... special delivery, 1 order of brunette in heels, short skirt, natural C's and stockings. Well, in walks Natasha. She was a brunette alright, but she was not white, she was west indian, curveball!!! those natural C's were natural, but they were on a girl with a belly (great legs, but like a bowling ball with sticks) so i guess she was a small B with McDonald's big macs to boost her to a bloated C-cup. The heels were unnaturally high at 4-5" on "KISS" platforms highlighted by Red stockings on that west indian completion. it was all a little outta whack from what i envisioned which wasn't realistic to start with. then the face... wow, krusty the clown has less make-up and the use of bright red and peacock blue eyeshadow just don't work on a brown lady, krusty and the joker, yes ... this girl ... hell no. so what do i do, it's 3:40AM, i've got to work at 7:00, food is ordered + delivered, do i eat or send it back? shit or get off the pot! I'm a guy, so i obviously let her in and she asks me if i like her look ... umm, yeah... it's exotic! she removes her coat to reveal the top heavy assets including the belly behind a red sequinned tube-top and i'm thinking i've invited a street walker from main street. i offer her a drink, coke and rye and we retreat to the balcony to light up cancer sticks. she tells me she's a nursing student finishing up at mcmaster U. does mcmaster even have a nursing program i'm thinking, who cares, i'm hot and bothered by the nursing student thing having had my fill during university so this is good. she then asks if this was my 1st, and of course i tell her NO, my 3rd lol like it matters 1st or 3rd. she rolls off the list of restrictions (1 SOG) and extras that come with th appointment... i'm amazed i haven't booked a girl sooner. she then leads me back inside into the bedroom and attempts what i'd describe as chicken or dog (some off-balanced animal) trying to do a strip tease... no, wait, Elaine from Seinfeld or Tina Turner's strut. she dances up to me and peels off my clothing and i'm thinking this is great service... no more peelers.

the action starts and she's planting her face into mine. as she's doing this all i can think of was her lipstick is mashed all over my mouth, and it tastes nasty. Natasha then proceeds to smoother her right breast into my nose and mouth, I can't breathe as she leans me backward and is on top of me... 1min later i have to rolls her off... tip: easier to roll a round girl off than push upwards. lol she then asks if everything's ok, and i naively say sure, you're a rockstar! Natasha then claws back to me and grabs my dick and starts to stroke it ... and i mean stroke like she's polishing chrome. then she started 2-handed pumping me. at this point i'm wondering is she trying to get me off before FS??? sure feels that way. so i stop her and ask her to play with herself which she did... of course, she had to layer on a heavy porn moaning act what had me cracking a grin because i laugh anytime i hear fake porn moaning and the "Oh Yes Baby! Do you like that?!" At that point, she informs me i've got 15mins left and i'm looking at the clock and she's only been there for 15mins all the while Natasha added it's really only 50mins and since i'm not in Toronto, it takes them time to get to the next appointment so what would i like to do, HJ BJ or trying a quickie for 10mins... wait, thought there was 15mins left on what was 45mins? redflag, note to self ... establish time and session duration next time around.

Finally i tell Natasha, i wanna fuck her for 9mins... and she says "Fine but are you sure you're going to finish in time?!?" all i could think was "Shut the f! up! ... i didn't know these were timed trials!!!" So she slaps on the rubber and i go to town in doggy hoping to avoid the belly and face. the sight lines are poor. lots of bulging around the mid-section and even worse, the loud fake porn moaning. 3mins in, she lays me on my back and goes into intense HJ mode... a minute later she looks at me and exclaims "You naughty boy! You came!" which surprised me since i know when i cum and i didn't cum... then she looks at her right and opens her palm to show me some white frothiness... and states "Yes, you did and here it is!"... more redflags! so what do i do? i said fine, call your booker and add another hour. that was rookie all the way but when you're worked up and there's a naked woman ... fat, nasty make-up and ripping you off left and right, what are you going to do, the same right!?!?! i mean it was a little after 4AM and i was determined to finish what i started damn it!!!

needless to say the "2nd hr" or the next 15mins were a success and she was out the door by 4:20... the damage: sleep deprived, paid for 2hrs and got 45-50mins, cost 340$ with tip (such a rookie) = priceless 1st experience with an SP.

lessons were learned and it wasn't long before i picked up the phone again to order in. the strip club visits dropped off the radar within a month, mainly because my fav oral vibator girl was retiring to quiet St. Catharines, ON and the rest of the roster were worth the time now that i had discovered the world of SP's... efficient, wide selection, hassle free and no strings!

PS. i actually saw Natasha again a few days later, but it was midday in the parking lot in front of the local Chapter/Indigo/Starbucks ... she looked the same with that krusty the clown make-up and outfit, heels and around the arm of a much older gent who seemed pretty happy as they strolled across the parking lot in board daylight. after that i never saw Natasha again!

 

[hungry101]

Great story Evil. Reminds me of my beginnings prior to my discovery of hobby web sites like this one the Internet. I couldn't believe the sub par woman these agencies would send over. Whats worse is that sometimes I would fuck em anyway!

Doc - I had so many firsts. My first street walker is probably dead so no. My first escort - no way. My first girl in Montreal? Probably not. My first girl in Quebec City after a 5 year hiatus from Quebec? Yes - if she is still a viable fuck? My first trip back to montreal after a 6 year hiatus from this city? That would have been Allyson of devilish/GOF...Hell yes! I think I would drive out this weekend for her. I fell in love with this girl and this hobby!