This was in the days before the internet took off, around 2000. I had just started to hobby. One massage lady offered me a BBBj, I asked her to put on some protection, but she did not have any. So I refused. After that I always carried condoms. Back then there were up to 60-80 ads in the Journal de Montreal every day and many more in paid newspapers as well as free newspapers like the Metro, Voir, and Mirror. The best places were in the free newspapers that they would put at your door once a week like the Courier Rive Sud and Courier Laval. I would even try places up north of Laval or near Mirabel. Because the competition was so fierce, some ladies that did not offer extras would suggest they do just to get a client in to keep busy, only to disappoint the client. One lady suggested on the phone that a happy ending was available, but after the massage she said she could not do it because she had no rubber gloves to keep the biohazard off her hands. I whipped the condom out and she had no excuse. I suspect that she pulled the scam on all the clients, maybe I was the one or the few that got a happy ending from her. There was another lady that was about 50 years old and looked like an office type lady. To keep regulars she would include a BJ, I guess she was still not getting the volume of repeat clients, so later she even worked nude, but that was her limit. She did not offer full service. On one appointment she was into the massage for half an hour when she got a call, I could tell that the call was important to her but she was eating up 10 minutes of my time. I kept pointing at my wrist like I had to keep a schedule. She finally gave in and gave me a condom and pointed at an alternative orifice. I finished up and waved to her, she was still on the phone when I left. I was not really in that much of a hurry.
The Confessional
- Thread starter LC18
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I honestly think the average wifey would find it suspicious if her man comes back from work smelling freshly showered, even if it is not the pungent and poignant scent of little motel soap bar
The way Montreal’s traffic is set up, by the time you get home you won’t smell “freshly showered”
