Some really cool escort blogs

[General Gonad]

Tonight, I am having fun discovering some excellent escort blogs, full of interesting reading. The first one that caught my eye was this blog of an Ex-companion in Transition:

http://ex-companion.blogspot.com

Here is the the journal entry written yesterday that every hobbyist must read:

Escorts and Johns Part 1

In talking to escorts I know and from reading blogs of escorts online I have dispassionately observed a few generalized things:

1) most escorts express that they are there only for the money.
2) many of them express frustration with/anger at/lack of respect for many of their clients for a variety of reasons.
3) most acknowledge that they act, both in orgasms and GFE. Many consider the act a burden; it is their job
4) friendship or outside contact is not appreciated; they do not want a personal connection; it`s about getting money for sex, finit.
5) most are resentful of unscheduled overtime, and are especially frustrated if they are expected to stay overtime without extra pay.They may pretend to not watch the clock...but they do and they resent it.

From reading blogs of johns and john reviews on numerous sites and escort boards I have observed, in general, that:

1) It is important that the john feels the escort is genuinely sexually turned on
2) The john wants a GFE, whether there for more connection or just a body count. How well the escort pulls the GFE off can make or break her.
3) It is often positively mentioned that ``she does not watch the clock``
4) many of them want special considerations: lower fees, trades, bulk deals, etc. It appears that some come at this from a fiscal perspective, some from an ego perspective in they feel they are special so should be treated that way.

The blogs I read seem to be by samplings of average providers and hobbyists. And although a small sampling, I imagine that they probably speak to the average of the experiences out there.

Given all this I have some beginning random wonderings and thoughts:

1) I wonder how it would be for the johns if they knew that the GFE was an act/ lie. Is is enough for them to feel it is real? Or does it have to be real? If they found out that a particular escort was really thinking, would they go back to that escort?

To be really blunt (and a bit exaggerated for dramatic effect): I keep wondering how would it be for a john to see an escort, think that she had been aroused, think that she came often, think that she liked him and wanted to be there with him. She made him feel special. Then when he leaves and the door closes, she rolls her eyes, takes a shower to wash the disgusting feeling off her body and pats herself on the back for her increasing acting abilities to get a bigger tip. I would think it would be a bit of an ego bust if he knew the truth. But maybe not.

2) The vast majority of men in the world are afraid of hooking up with or are downright critical of ``golddiggers.`` They do not want to be in relationship with or marry one. They want to be loved for themselves. With an escort it is clear that money is what she wants and, judging from the writings, it is the only thing she wants. It is the only reason she is there.

3) Generally, when a woman is in love with a man, she is turned on by the fact that he loves her body. But in addition with the raw turnon of being that powerful object of lust, what is even more important is that he loves HER along with her body. Escorts don`t want that here. The escort may be turned on by the power she has in turning on a john, but in more of an Aphrodite/abstract fantasy way. Also in contrast to the popular cultural perspective that women tend to want a ``real`` relationship and personal connection more than a man, escorts do not. I once had an escort tell me that she let someone go if they were a regular and stayed for more than six months as the connections started to grow. The personal is verbotin.

I like pondering these opposites.

 

[General Gonad]

The Way I Like It Best

From the same blog, this was posted today:

The Way I Like It Best

In matters of sex, I have very few boundaries. The only ones I have are as follows: It has to be safe. I will not do sex with children, or nonconsensual sex of any kind. I will not do scat and I will not do pain that I don’t agree to. Plus, as I say, I have to like you.

I love both men and women. I have been with all sorts of configurations with multiples: one man two women; one woman (me) two men; one woman (that would be me again) more than two men; orgies. I have done public stuff; had a BDSM relationship for seven months were I was the sub; tried the domme thing; have done many permutations of the dress up fantasy thing, done the woowoo ritual Tantra thing. I like porno movie sex (as I call it)- the fast and furious fuck. I love quickies, oral whether giving or receiving, anal, vaginal, fisting. Aside from above mentioned boundaries, I will try just about anything.

But the way I really like it the best….by about a factor of 250 is with one man and me and can be summed up in three words:

Slow. Deep. Intense.

Slow: I have found that while the fast and furious can be fun, going slow drives me absolutely wild. I noticed long ago in my 20's that I got wildly turned on in the lulls in between the pumping. It is when the outer motion slows down or stops that my body really starts to go nuts in a different way. For me, the fast and furious is more about tension and tension orgasms (which I am NOT complaining about as I love them, too). But when I slow down, a special kind of oozie orgasm starts. Tiny rivulets of sparkly energy that are lost in more active sex start to take over. They start in my pussy, then just shimmer through my body. Soon it feels as if all my neurons from my feet to the top of my head are vibrating, accompanied by effervescent surges. The longer I am in slow mode, the stronger the feelings, until the rivulets become huge jolts and I am contorting and jerking all over the place.

Actually, I have noticed that the times when this is the strongest is when my partner and I are both completely still and just totally feel. The energies I can feel in my pussy that zingie back and forth between me and my man’s cock are amazing. There is that place in the back of the vagina below the cervix that just….wow….yum…..

I thought for awhile that I was a freak in this regard, but then I found a book a few years ago called The Love Keys, which talks about this way of making love. Man, it’s intense.

Deep: I don’t mean that the cock is bedded deeply inside of me, although it is. I mean that we are both very closely tuned to every sensation and the whole world is cock inside pussy. We are deeply inside our bodies. That every thrust is like the first thrust. I often get an additional different kind of orgasm with each thrust on top of the rivulets mentioned above. Over and over. Oh. My. God.

Intense: Between the two above, it cannot help but be intense. Out of body but completely present inside of body at the same time. Intense connection with him on all levels of who I am and feeling that reciprocated. I can feel energy physically connecting with him at my heart and in the center of my forehead. Sex in this regard is not about the genitals at all. It is us uniting.

I don’t do sex the way I like it best all the time, but when I do it’s a grand treat and gift of the highest order. When Loverman and I go there, I am reminded of what a Blessing bodies are, and why I enjoy them so much.

 

[General Gonad]

A Feenix Call Girl on PE guys and wife bashers

The journal entries below are from Melinda's blog:

http://feenixgirl.blogspot.com

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Premature ejaculation

When in a relationship, premature ejaculation, or PE, is usually a bad thing. He's done before I get most of my clothes off, and snoring by the time I get myself off. That said, when he's looking for an afternoon quickie or a fast fuck before work, PE is a great way to get it over with and get on with my own schedule. With clients, it's a godsend.

Twice this week my friend Jenny had PE guys. She never even had to take off her dress. I was impressed. I get one or two a month, but never twice in one week.

Let's face it, PE clients are every call girl's dream. They take very little work and still pay you for your time. I know exactly who my PE clients are and I will clear a space in my calendar whenever they call. Unlike the clients who take a lot of work, PE's can always get in to see me. They're always polite and somewhat apologetic, but I tell them (quite honestly) that I don't mind.

I know they want to believe they can give me true pleasure and earth-shaking orgasms. And I know that part of that myth of masculinity is unravelled when they come too quickly. But I also know that I am much more friendly, soothing, and sexy when my arms, jaw, and legs don't ache from desperately trying to pump his cock.

The PE guys probably get the best GFE treatment. Soft, gentle kisses along their neck and collar bones. Firm, sensuous massages that leave them feeling even more relaxed. A full body rub down with a steaming hot towel. Pleasant conversation that affirms their every thought and conviction. And an honest, "I hope to see you soon!" when they leave.

As a GFE, I love the PE's. As a girlfriend, I keep looking.


Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Wife-bashers

I really don't like clients complaining to me about their wives. It angers me so much that it's difficult for me to do my job. I want to bite on the client's cock, not suck it. I want to scratch up his hairy back, not massage it. I want to spit on his sneering face right before he orgasms, just to kill the moment.

I don't care if you think she's selfish.


I don't care if you think she's cold.

I don't care if you think she complains too much.

I am here to service you. Let's leave her out of it. Frankly, I think it's gross and crass to bring the wife into our little exchange.

You're choosing to find entertainment outside of your marriage and you're complaining that she's the problem? That she pushed you to it? What happened to your free will? You chose to see me (and at least one other provider in the city because you can't see me without a reference).

Don't get me wrong; I'm thankful for the business. But don't blame your wife for your presence in my bedroom. You chose to come here.

I can handle the married guys who are lonely. The ones who feel sad and unloved in their lives. The ones who feel like they have no real connection with anyone in their lives, including their wives. I can handle the married guys who travel a lot and rarely see their wives. I can handle the married guys whose wives are suffering from some medical condition that leaves them in pain for most of the day. I can even handle the happily married guys who regard seeing hookers as a "hobby" and then write about their experiences on TER.

I can't handle the ones who complain about a marriage they willingly entered, blaming their wives for every wrong that ever happened to them. This is America in 2006. Get a divorce. Don't give me your nonsense about the kids. My parents had troubles, too. You think your kids don't know that something is seriously wrong? We know. We hear you calling our mothers ****s and bitches. We hear our mothers accusing you of not loving them. And we wonder if you really love us if you could harbor so much hatred for our moms.

Yesterday was the second time I have ever asked someone to leave. I tried to change the topic several times, but he just wanted to bitch about his wife. That complaint-fest cost him $250 and it lasted less than 20 minutes.

In my straight life, I may take a job in a human resources department as a "clerk." It sounds like database entry and other such paperwork, but it's a job. I do need to have a job to explain where my money comes from.

 

[General Gonad]

A postmodern companion on Melancholia & Hypocrisy

This is from the postmodern companion`s blog:

http://postmoderncompanion.com/archives.php

April 21, 2006
Melancholia

I wanted my office to be very traditional. Wood paneling and a big antique desk; billowing heavy curtains drawn apart to let some sunlight in during the day and muted lights for the night. If I could find one I`d like, I`d put a victrola somewhere as well. This was a fit of pure whimsy as it was the office I imagined for myself as a child. When deciding on decorating the interior of the house I eschewed the notion of a cohesive design structure - all rooms reflecting a similar period or theme - and went instead with how I felt about each room. The result is a little strange for the outside observer, but I like having a modern kitchen, and ultra-modern den, and 19th century office and library. To say nothing of a slightly Mediterranean influenced master suite.

The only difficulty in the look and feel of my office is that it`s very Dostoyevsky if Dostoyevsky had the money for wood paneling. Or a house. I`ve found myself sitting inside, playing Jeff Buckley, and feeling regretful.

For you see, my office is reminiscent of the college experience I never had.

Somewhere along the line I ignored the full-color brochures sent dutifully to my parent`s house and imagined a college of my own creation: old furniture in the dorm rooms; tea with the dean; Socratic musings in quadrangles with women sitting on the grass in full skirts and men who combed their hair with some degree of frequency. I imagined that college was for grownups and that, regardless of the fact that me and all my friends were children as we exited high school, that some stunning transformation would take place and we`d all end up looking like extras from Chariots of Fire (albeit with girl students) as we matriculated to our respective hallowed halls.

And for anyone who has been to college in, I don`t know, the last century, you`ll be laughing right now.

And I visited the colleges to which I applied. I knew, somewhere, that my fantasy had no basis in reality. I went to a party when I visited Wesleyan where a fair number of the attendees wore no clothing. I think that I convinced myself that the college of novels and movies was out thee if only I could find it.

Having not found it, I chose a different route to separate myself from my peers. I had an affair with a professor. It was less fuzzy-lensed than I might have seen it at the time, and certainly didn`t involve any true romance or mystery in retrospect, but it was something I could point to as different. Sipping hard liquor in a teacher`s office while one`s floormates were doing kegstands in the dorm basement made me feel different.

And it certainly made me look different to them. Without announcing my actions, I acted with a degree of aloofness that makes it surprising that I left the institution with a single person wanting to be my friend. I spent countless hours on the phone with my high school cronies lamenting the juvenilia that were college life, only to hear them tell me how much they enjoyed it. When I finally found a group of friends they were all of similar backgrounds and we spent a lot of time feeling superior.

Sitting in my room, listening to sad music, I am overcome by constant feelings of ``should have.``

I should have told that boy on my freshman year hall that I liked him. He was shy and intelligent and we had a great time talking. We had a mediocre time later on in college fucking without purpose. And now I`ve completely lost touch with him. After all, what did we really have worth holding onto?

I should have become passionate about something rather than coasting through my classes with an air of hauteur. I should have written a thesis even though I hated most of the professors in my major department. Come to think of it, I should have chosen a different major. Not so that today I could be a lawyer or doctor, but so I could have challenged myself in some meaningful way.

I should have, frankly, participated in extra-curricular activities, not minding that the people who did participate in extra-curricular activities often thought more highly of themselves than the situation warranted: every member of every publishing apparatus fancying him or herself as a Woodward/Bernstein; all musicians with dreams of Philharmonics dancing in their heads; people who actually took ultimate frisbee seriously etc.

I should have smiled more. I should have made people less uncomfortable around me. I should have known more people. I should have spent less time in my room and rooting about for secluded places to tryst with inappropriate partners, and more time drinking wine from a box and listening to bad guitar playing bands.

I should have abandoned the fantasy of college and made at least an honest attempt to embrace its reality. I`ll never have college again and I might have liked it had I tried.

The should of the present is that I should really make an effort when people from college reach out to me (they`ve moved here, they`re visiting for a week, they`re pursuing graduate degrees here) to make time for them, see if we have any more in common than we did then, and try to create a slightly less insular world for myself.

Which seems difficult when sitting in one room of an enormous new house listening to a suicide on iTunes and contemplating the end of a day.


March 21, 2006
Hypocrisy

Meet two men, let`s call them Moshe and Christian. Each has made a good living in his respective arena; each has a lovely home and a vacation property; each has a wife of many years and several children; each sees me about once a month.

Moshe and Christian have another thing in common: each is fairly religious. There are religious people who observe the holidays of their respective faiths and then there are religious people who more closely align their thoughts and actions with the tenets of their respective religions. Christian has given up booze and sugar for lent, Moshe has given up pork for life; Christian is on his Church`s board, Moshe is the founder of a non-profit organization that works with poverty-stricken Jews; both pray every weekend.

Neither seems too concerned with the big no-no they commit every time they unload in my presence.

As a professional, this incongruity does not bother me - it can`t. Privately, I have major lapses of respect for both.

Recently, both men attempted to justify their adulteries with me in similar fashions while carefully broaching the subject of possible anal intercourse - something neither of them is about to get. Christian spent an evening with me being very gallant in manner and very too-much-information-ey in word. His wife, it appears, has a dalliance of her own; not with another man, but with painkillers. In a much overused example, she had a serious injury and couldn`t kick the habit when the injury was over. Her first priority is now the pills, not the husband. The children, blissfully, are long out of the house. Christian assumed that with an empty nest there would be more attention paid to him, but his wife is slowly but steadily assuming the Sonny von Bulow style of life. Christian is telling me this as he unhooks my garters.

So, like any good Christian, Christian has chosen to spend his time and his money on me rather than, say, help for the woman he has pledged to spend his life with. He doesn`t want to divorce her, he just doesn`t want to deal with her. I remember Jesus recommending something similar in the bible.

Mrs. Moshe is unfortunately a bit of a stereotype. She has never worked and successfully provided Moshe with four children and a pristine home. The children had those horribly exorbitant Bar/Bat Mitzvahs, she drives a new Cadillac every two years, and they have no sex. She also has a bit of a spending problem. She owns more furs than there are days in winter, a footwear collection that would put Imelda Marcos to shame, and a penchant for high priced skin care and salon treatments. Moshe estimates that she spends, on herself, approximately 50K a month. Moshe tells me this last juicy tidbit as I am working his boxer shorts off. Instead of confronting his wife and trying to come to an understanding, he rationalizes that if she can spend his money however she wants, so can he. On me.

Adultery accounts for the vast majority of my income, and I don`t really have a problem with that. But when people committing a clearly anti-religious deed start going on about religious matters, I get a little tetchy.

Christian is pro-life and Moshe is pro-AIPAC. I am neither.

Neither man is a bad client nor disrespectful nor unpleasant except when religion comes up. I take positions as neutral as possible when the topics come up, and when people are passionate about things, as these two are, topics have a habit of coming up. I try to play the ``I understand both sides`` game, when really I don`t. What I really want to do is let both of these guys have the full weight of my intellect and ire, a strategy almost certain to result in a significant decrease in my monthly earnings.

Or introduce them to one another - I`m sure they`d have plenty to talk about.

 

[General Gonad]

Diary of the call girl next door: Rebuilding

This blog is called "diary of the call girl next door":

http://callgirlnextdoor.blogspot.com


Sunday, June 04, 2006
Rebuilding

As I have mentioned before, my primary goal as of late has been to rebuild my client base. I have done okay so far; I have some regular clients, but still a lot of new ones.

Building a client base, or, more accurately, meeting new clients, can be fun. On the upside, it can be quite exciting. The thrill of meeting new people, exploring new minds and personalities, can be extremely fulfilling. First time appointments also bring with them a lot of money, since I only take multi-hour first time appointments.

I am a little worried about what happens once I have an serious set of regulars. Will I get bored with them, as I am with The Pest? Will it be harder doing shorter appointments? I offer shorter appointments only to clients I have met before.

It is too early to tell what the case will be with any of my regulars so far, or if they will even last.

About 60-70% of my clients are business travelers. They can be an easy lot to deal with, at least on the administrative side: usually they have done this before, they tend to have a very nice hotel room by virtue of their trip to my area, and they do not balk at my price. Setting up the appointment is half the battle.

When it comes to meeting these gentlemen in person, the experiences vary widely. Some are amazing, some are average, and some are pure work. In almost all cases, however, the trip is an infrequent occurence and so there is little chance of me seeing them again.

I cannot decide if I like the idea more of infrequent business travelers, who are easy to conduct business with and who pay a lot without much hassle, or local regulars, who can become attached, often try to haggle, and tend to start expecting special treatment, but supply me with a steady and frequent income.

At the moment I do not really have much choice if I want to meet my financial goals. Just noting that they are two very different segments of the population.

 

[General Gonad]

Fallen Girl Falling: Wreckage

This is an interesting blog, Fallen Girl Falling:

http://fallengirlfalling.blogspot.com


6.11.2006
wreckage.

Earlier tonight, just as I was stepping out for the evening, the boyfriend-cum-fuckbuddy called. He wanted to know what I was up to, where I was going, with whom, why, and whether my tits would be making an appearance. When he asks this many questions, I know that he's masturbating.

I said that I was stepping out to meet with some people (some lovely super-interesting like-minded people), and that my tits would not be making an appearance. That was a cum-kill for him, so he said, "When will you be done?" Dunno. "Call me after." Will do.

When I got in tonight, I realized that it was good he wasn't awake to receive my call. There was the following incriminating evidence in my apartment when I walked in: a half-empty bottle of bourbon, a few condom wrappers, my (dirty) underwear, a porn flick, and a bottle of lubricant. The hook-up came by last night, and it was intense. It was intense enough to make me forget that I'd left the world's most incriminating display in plain view.

The hook-up is going to need a new name. He's a playwright as well as a filmmaker, but I've already got complicated history with someone I call "the playwright." I'd like to call him "jailbait," or "perma-erection," or "enthusiastic booty call," but my sense is that he's going to be much more than this. Last night, after he fucked me (and spanked me, and fucked me, and then when I stopped moving or twitching or whimpering, he fucked me again), and I was prepared to let him stay the night. I never do this.

I'll call him "the writer."

There's a telltale moment for me when I know that I'm falling for someone. It has to do with the way I feel when they wrap their arms around me. With some people I feel anxious, and with some I feel warm. But when I start to fall for someone, I feel a kind of relief, like I would miss those arms the second they pull away. Last night, when I padded across the room naked, the hook-up -- um, the writer -- slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. We were both tired, both thoroughly fucked and dehydrated, but standing there in the middle of the room wrapped up in someone I'm only beginning to know, I felt relieved. Relieved that he was there, that he was holding me against him, that he was stable and strong. And then I whispered, "I like you." And he whispered, "I'm glad you said that. I'm really, really glad you said that." Then the reality of the situation sunk in and I felt my chest tighten in that very familiar commitmentphobic panic. Fuckbuddies are one thing, but I can't let myself get attached. Not seriously.

This afternoon, my web designer sent me a link to my finished site. Photos are up; I just need to add a few lines of content. Therefore, my body is officially back on the market.

So I will need to come up with a good, lasting cover story if I'm going to hide this from the writer. He wants in on my life and I'm not ready to push him away yet.

 

[General Gonad]

Clandestine Call Girl on Negotiations and Finding Mr. Perfect

This blog is from called My Life as a Clandestine Call Girl:

http://clandestinecallgirl.blogspot.com/

Saturday, June 10, 2006
Negotiations

The client and I have struck a deal. While I was irritated and offended at first, I sat on the subject for a few days before responding. I was able to take off my "girl hat", put on my "business hat", brush aside my PMS and make a decision based upon the facts, the numbers if you will.

His initial offer was very low, practically streetwalker low. Low to the point where shaving, doing my hair and make-up and driving to the location was hardly worth it for me. You see, I don't adore the guy as a friend or client and I really don't need him as a friend or client. He is a person I must be paid to get ready for and spend time with. Anyway, I wouldn't fuck anyone for the price he quoted, let alone bathe, apply make-up or dry my hair. I don't hate him and would rather have him as a client than not, but I wouldn't miss him if he went away.

At the end of the day, I did not offer him a discount. I offered less time for less money. I am still making my rate, but am seeing him for a shorter period of time than what is available on my site. Since he is planning on seeing me more than twice per month, this works well and in the long-run, if he sees me more than twice per month, I make more money than during a longer term engagement of the same amount of time. Though there is the additional driving and preparing, the location is right where I need to go a few times per month for purchases. If I schedule everything just right, I will be the ultimate winner.

He was happy to accept my offer and all seems well between us, we are scheduling our next rendezvous. I still think he is a scheister/shyster/whatever and will continue keeping an eye on him.

posted by Clandestine Call Girl @ 11:59 PM 6 comments

Friday, June 09, 2006
So, This Is What I Get To Look Forward To?

Though I am excited to be single again, do my own thing, date handsome and exciting men yet send them on their way when I am tired of them or want to be alone, I am well aware of the negative aspects of being single and dating, especially as a women in her thirties. First dates, first kisses, breaking up, avoidance, potentially having my fragile heart broken, disappointment, meeting his parents and him meeting mine, the good and the bad.

When I first started out I occasionally advertised on CraigsList. I am a good judge of character and my skin is thick. I never had a problem deleting the nasty emails, rude comments and penis pictures without a reply. I always advertised under the radar, never with a photo or website. I conducted initial screening before allowing access to that information. Though I did receive some pretty stupid emails I was successful in the end. My ads primarily attracted lawyers, bankers, doctors who would peruse the site but never contact anyone . . . until seeing my ad. Some of my best clients came from CraigsList.

I haven't posted on CraigsList forever and in fact I hardly do any active advertising these days. I have a decent client base and receive many inquiries without being all over the place all the time. I don't have it in me to fuck several different men each day. I don't know if I will post on CraigsList ever again. It draws all kinds of trouble and there is a certain amount of drama associated with CraigsList because of the anonymity factor. Girls will sabotage other girls, guys will post nasty messages about girls for not seeing them, basically things I certainly don't want or need.

So, one day many, many months ago when I was advertising on that site, out of boredom and curiousity I posted a casual encounter ad, women seeking men, in the same area as I escort. I changed my appearance for the ad, no photo, but said I was a wife and Mother home alone for the night looking for a night of pleasure. I listed what I wanted out of a man and my appearance was average, mid-thirties, married.

I received at least one hundred replies. Quite a few penis pictures, of course, and many crude emails. Depressing. I wasn't expecting this though -- I received emails from men I'd received emails from as an escort as well as clients I'd already seen. Interesting. But then, I became a little pissed. Why? Well, I posted as a woman looking for a man who was well-endowed, had endurance, was experienced, sensual and gifted in the bedroom. Who responded? A client who has premature ejaculation issues. Two clients who are impotent with condoms. A client who has a three-inch dick and humps like an elephant. The men who I didn't know and who sent photos were all fat and old or really young and stupid. The penis photos ranged, many were big but who knows if they belonged to the sender.

As far as Internet dating goes, men always complain about women sending old or fake photos, being uglier than the photo they sent or being fat when they said they were slim or average. The men then go on to say, "Why lie about it when I'm going to know the truth within the first few minutes of meeting?". The men, while they might not lie about their age ("men get better with age") or their weight (it's much more accepted for men to be overweight) but they are certainly not upfront about their sexual shortcomings. Not only that, but most women won't find out their date is bad in bed until after they have invested in a few dates and a lot of time, perhaps they are in love by the time they fuck them. It's unfortunately difficult to make an educated decision about a man until you've slept with him and by then it's often too late.

Seriously, if you can't get it up or if you come within a minute of taking off your underwear, I'm not going to be interested in dating you. If you don't know a clit from an asshole, I don't want to bother with you. If you think shoving your dry finger into my dry pussy is sexy, I don't even want to share a coffee with you. If your dick is so small it can only poke in, please don't call. If you kiss like a Labrador retriever or a frog, call someone else.

So, my search for Mr. Perfect will most likely be a long one, unless I am lucky. Slightly depressing but at the same time, having no men in my life (besides clients) sounds incredibly relaxing, comfortable and happy right now.

 

[General Gonad]

Latin Siren - An FKS lady's blog

Check this blog out:

http://latinsiren.blogspot.com

Her name is Sasha Franco and she is from Montreal working at FKS. I think I am in love and ready to come out of retirement!


Thursday, April 20, 2006
Poly: to be or not to be

Now, this subject it’s a little touchy. I have been around quite a few people lately who consider themselves to be either poly or semi.

Regardless of my choice of second profession, I’m still old style. Meaning, when I am in a relationship I am one-men-woman.

In the past, while having boy-toys around to take care of my sexual needs, I still considered myself single; free to date and flirt with whom ever I wanted. Giving the fact that I am extremely picky, the quantities of partners were not that large. But I still played the field, sort of speak.

When it comes to relationships and openness I can be, ahem, very conventional.I believe if you need to have your needs met by a person other than your partner; keep it to yourself!

It’s not a matter of being closed minded, just that I can never allow another woman to be having the goods I should be having in an ongoing basis.

Now, would it be a situation of a casual threesome, to fulfill a sexual fantasy? That’s different. As long as it’s consensual and of course, I get enough time to get to know the lady-and her intentions towards my partner. It all comes down to respecting each others boundaries.

I’ve met very happy couples, that been together for a long time. They admit that from the beginning they negotiated the openness of their sexual affairs. Some even live in a threesome household…happily. Others have their side-lovers who are known by their respective primary partners, while another kind keep their lovers on the side, not involving them with their relationship at all.
All fine and dandy; whatever makes them happy.

So why am I talking about all this, if I already know I don’t fit the poly profile?

It so happens that I met this very special guy, who I have been friends with for quite some time. Now, after a couple of years of knowing him, we’ve found ourselves single. I really love spending time with him and I think he would be actual “Intimate friend” material.

BUT he is poly. I am not.

To believe that someone will change their ways for you, is not even selfish but also delusional. It’s a matter of:
A) Take or leave it; or
B) If you can’t beat them join them.

I would prefer going for the option “A”. Knowing from past experiences that joining the poly fun doesn’t work for me. Not when there are feelings involved. And although, my friend and I are not quite there yet…we are speeding our way to that point.

Honesty in relationships is very important. There’s also a thing called “Too much honesty” that can kill the flame of a great affair, almost instantly.

So where is the middle point? That balance, when you know what to disclose and what not to?

Makes me wonder. For some of us cheating (dishonestly) when things aren’t going well at home, feels like a walk in the park; a normal thing to do to release the sexual tension. We think that the HONEST cheating (polyamorous) is so awful.

Back to the friend situation: We’ve been together in a non-sexual basis. Which I love, because if we would have rushed into it, we’ve probably be bored by now.The tension of “what is to come” is sometimes more enjoyable than the actual sex act itself.

The preliminary to sex have been, hmmm…how can I describe it? Very stimulating, creative, spontaneous and fun. We have mutually agreed to torture each other for a long time before deciding to go all the way.

At last I meet a man that enjoys the teasing more than the pleasing. And that’s what keeps us coming back for more.

 

[sybaritic]

Interesting, Gonad

Tonight, I am having fun discovering some excellent escort blogs, full of interesting reading.

It is much more interesting to me to read their words than ours, so listing these sites is a worthwhile exercise, and in this I think you have done us a service. Perhaps you should make a list of the good escort blog sites that have found.

 

[General Gonad]

List of escort blogs can be found on Sasha Franco's site

It is much more interesting to me to read their words than ours, so listing these sites is a worthwhile exercise, and in this I think you have done us a service. Perhaps you should make a list of the good escort blog sites that have found.

sybaritic,

Apart from those that I posted above, if you scroll down the right hand side of the link I provided in the last blog of Sasha Franco of Montreal's FKS agency you'll find a list of her favorite escort blogs:

http://latinsiren.blogspot.com

BTW, does anyone know who Sasha Franco is? Is it Victoria Seville or someone else?


Anyways, I too prefer reading these blogs - they are fascinating because they read like diaries where the ladies share their personal thoughts with us.

You see StripperLover, they do open up and share their most intimate thoughts with us - but only to us "special" men who bother reading their blogs!

GG

 

[General Gonad]

btyger, I am trying....

Thanks for sharing this though, GG...."retiree"

You're very welcome my "recovering" sex addict! First you tell me about Alexia of Bodylicious and now you want me to retire? BTW, it's been four days since I've seen an SP or MP....I am well on my way baby! (think positively GG, think positively...).


GG

P.S. StripperLover, are you free for lunch today? I am in serious need of your 'BFE' (Big Fucking Entertainment) attitude to keep me out of trouble!

 

[Lion Heart]

Sasha and Victoria are 2 different ladies

BTW, does anyone know who Sasha Franco is? Is it Victoria Seville or someone else?

Sasha Franco and Victoria Seville are both latinas but two very different ladies (the first is from Brazil, the other from Spain).

On the FKS public website, Sasha is listed as a ``companion`` while Victoria is there as a ``New Arrival``. You`ll also find distinct review threads about Sasha and Victoria.

I`m not sure that looking at their respective pics and reading these reviews will help you staying away from the hobby but Sasha`s high price tag will probably cool down a little your libido.

Lion Heart

 

[General Gonad]

Who is Sasha Franco

I'm not sure that looking at their respective pics and reading these reviews will help you staying away from the hobby but Sasha's high price tag will probably cool down a little your libido.

Lion Heart

LH,

Thanks for clearing that up for me. My libido does cool down at certain rates but if I wait long enough, I can afford her.

take care,

GG