What is the creepiest thing you ever seen, told by, did with a SP, Massage/SC girl
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Lollll how could I forget this one...
I was in the booths with a below average look (in general...they were both wearing cheap jogging outfit..probably bought at walmart or something ĺike it...the women's shirt had a wolf head/face on it.. :fear: )..she was chubby with light skin for dark brown hair as short as a man.., Martha Stewart look.. around 38 D ..in the top 3 of the saggy breaat I have ever seen (and I saw plenty of breast diring those 13 years in &out in the sex industry)...without bra...I knew it because her man lift her shirt on and allowed me to touch Her " quand y'a de la gêne..y'a pas de fun..."..he told me while grabbing her jello's boobs and.shaked it like he was doing laundry "heavy duty". well, I wasn't used to be seen as any but I didn't feel like telling them either: anyway seeing her breast being shaked so freaking much by his hands and going from her belly bottom to her shoulder was disturbing me enough to pretend it was about the same thing lol....
I can count on 1 hand the number of time a lady turned me off so bad that I wasn't appealed at all with the image of touching her...so i tried to start a conversation in order to keep them distracted/entertained while turning around to show them my butt and to put my both hands on the wall...I looked at them, give them my utmost sincere smile and asked them since how long they were together...and he answered with a weird attitude (like it was obvious and/or he realized how retarded I was) and said:"with her?? Tsss..it's my sister! :der: "
Huge clash on my side...I can't tell how long it took me to put all those words in one answer and for my brain to manage this new information... but until It happened, I completly stop dancing..wasn't even moving at all...facing the wall and trying to find another meaning of what i just heard... it lasted 2 songs...the fact that I was often trying to talk about something else to stop this awkward moment but that I just couldn't find anything to say probably didn't help the issue but wall...at least I tried... ::humble:
I was in the booths with a below average look (in general...they were both wearing cheap jogging outfit..probably bought at walmart or something ĺike it...the women's shirt had a wolf head/face on it.. :fear: )..she was chubby with light skin for dark brown hair as short as a man.., Martha Stewart look.. around 38 D ..in the top 3 of the saggy breaat I have ever seen (and I saw plenty of breast diring those 13 years in &out in the sex industry)...without bra...I knew it because her man lift her shirt on and allowed me to touch Her " quand y'a de la gêne..y'a pas de fun..."..he told me while grabbing her jello's boobs and.shaked it like he was doing laundry "heavy duty". well, I wasn't used to be seen as any but I didn't feel like telling them either: anyway seeing her breast being shaked so freaking much by his hands and going from her belly bottom to her shoulder was disturbing me enough to pretend it was about the same thing lol....
I can count on 1 hand the number of time a lady turned me off so bad that I wasn't appealed at all with the image of touching her...so i tried to start a conversation in order to keep them distracted/entertained while turning around to show them my butt and to put my both hands on the wall...I looked at them, give them my utmost sincere smile and asked them since how long they were together...and he answered with a weird attitude (like it was obvious and/or he realized how retarded I was) and said:"with her?? Tsss..it's my sister! :der: "
Huge clash on my side...I can't tell how long it took me to put all those words in one answer and for my brain to manage this new information... but until It happened, I completly stop dancing..wasn't even moving at all...facing the wall and trying to find another meaning of what i just heard... it lasted 2 songs...the fact that I was often trying to talk about something else to stop this awkward moment but that I just couldn't find anything to say probably didn't help the issue but wall...at least I tried... ::humble:
Went to see a MT with options that I considered somewhat a friend. Had seen her a couple of times and I was a regular. After my first service (bj with facial wheeee) she came back, but was kind of... different. She had done some drugs... way too much. We went for second service and became all shaky, touching hereself everywhere and looking totally weird. Man I was so fucking afraid she was about to OD. I dont have much experience with dope, Im more of a "drugs are bad mmmkay" kind of guy. She could barely walk to her living room and then she was lying naked, shaking uncontrollably on her sofa. Then I was wondering if she would just die on me. Of course I thought about running away but damn I couldnt. So I dressed up and sat next to her, wondering if she was okay, talking to her. Brought her to her bed... and while I put her into her bed I tossed a couple of needles... I felt so friggin wrong. She kept telling me she was going to be ok, and at that point I believed her. She is used to stoned, but man that was scary. She texted me back a couple of months later thanking me. Unfortunately things will never be the same. Drugs suck and destroy people who cant handle it, this is sad... 
he came back, but was kind of... different. She had done some drugs... way too much. We went for second service and became all shaky, touching hereself everywhere and looking totally weird. Man I was so fucking afraid she was about to OD. I dont have much experience with dope, Im more of a "drugs are bad mmmkay" kind of guy. She could barely walk to her living room and then she was lying naked, shaking uncontrollably on her sofa. Then I was wondering if she would just die on me. Of course I thought about running away but damn I couldnt. So I dressed up and sat next to her, wondering if she was okay, talking to her. Brought her to her bed... and while I put her into her bed I tossed a couple of needles... I felt so friggin wrong. ..
OK, we have a winner. This would freak me out. Dial 9-1-1 and leave. I love the Mr. Mackey reference "drugs are bad mmmkay" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uh7l8dx-h8M
I'm sorry, this wouldn't deter me at all. A girl I saw in Dallas does 3-sums with her half sister. They have the same dad. I wanted to try this. too bad they aren't identical twins.
I went to see an SP that did not take her top off, her tits felt plastic and fake. On the second occasion she did not take her top off again. I wanted to find out if they were fake, so I pinched her tit. No reaction. Then I pinched the other side and she screams. At that point she gets really mad and starts to yell at me. She gets even with me by taking off her top to show me that she has a huge scar where they cut her tit off. My dick went inside me like a frightened turtles head, and the condom fell on the bed. I thought these things could only happen in nightmares.
The creepy part was you trying to cause a girl physical pain to find out what was under her shirt. Did you consider asking her?
"People are strange, when you're stranger"....
There's a lot going on, and we hardly have a clue about our own lives, much less all the other stuff going on.
Life's interesting.
Makes me appreciate all the wonderful, beautiful, charming, smart, sexy, elegant, cute women I have met in Montreal (no, I do not mean that many, but still many that I admire so much).
Each one different, each one a different collection of wonderful facets. Each one a warm, breathing soul. Wonderful!
Still, each one a woman.
I appreciate them. I try to remember to -- try at least to tell each person how much I appreciate them. I don't do it enough, well enough. I do try.
Ladies: I do appreciate you more than I can say.
The sex is one thing. Formidable! But I mean far more than sex. Whenever I feel down about life, I think of a beautiful woman or something about a woman I love....makes my day.
I do also think of God sometimes, and this (mostly) beautiful world. But to me, a beautiful (and all those other adjectives) woman is a message from God. "Despite, all the crap, I did create some wonderful things, didn't I!"
Enough. Some of you want to talk about creepy stuff (I understand). Not I. a bientot.
There's a lot going on, and we hardly have a clue about our own lives, much less all the other stuff going on.
Life's interesting.
Makes me appreciate all the wonderful, beautiful, charming, smart, sexy, elegant, cute women I have met in Montreal (no, I do not mean that many, but still many that I admire so much).
Each one different, each one a different collection of wonderful facets. Each one a warm, breathing soul. Wonderful!
Still, each one a woman.
I appreciate them. I try to remember to -- try at least to tell each person how much I appreciate them. I don't do it enough, well enough. I do try.
Ladies: I do appreciate you more than I can say.
The sex is one thing. Formidable! But I mean far more than sex. Whenever I feel down about life, I think of a beautiful woman or something about a woman I love....makes my day.
I do also think of God sometimes, and this (mostly) beautiful world. But to me, a beautiful (and all those other adjectives) woman is a message from God. "Despite, all the crap, I did create some wonderful things, didn't I!"
Enough. Some of you want to talk about creepy stuff (I understand). Not I. a bientot.
Some people may be old enough to remember in the 60s and 70s they had dress patterns they use to sell in stores for women and girls to make their own dresses. Most of the time they turned out not very good.
Around 1995, I called an agency that sent me a girl wearing one of these home made dresses, she seemed quite out of place. It turns out that she came from Newfoundland and got into coke here in the big city, and she needed to feed her need.
Around 1995, I called an agency that sent me a girl wearing one of these home made dresses, she seemed quite out of place. It turns out that she came from Newfoundland and got into coke here in the big city, and she needed to feed her need.
This is not so much creepy as it is an amazing event. I use to go see a professional masseuse that would also give little Johnny a massage. She would allow an enhanced massage and touching over the clothes ( hands never to go under her skirt ) and no more. One hot summer day I arrived for a massage and she was wearing a silk sun dress that went all the way down to her ankles. As the massage progressed she gave Johnny some attention. My hands started to wander over her ass and then caressed her thigh. I was never allowed such access as usually she wore thicker material and undergarments. My hands went up her thigh towards her crotch and then slipped into her pussy. She jerked in resistance and clenched the thighs together then seem to relax and allow the entry of my fingers. My fingers had not gone under her skirt but the thin silky material formed a pocket to allow entry without going under. Her pussy was really wet. She may have acquiesced because I had not broken her rules or she may have enjoyed the unexpected visitation of my fingers as she may have been very horny that day.
I was shopping for a new car and encountered a sales lady at the dealership that I had seen as a SP. I was being served by another salesman and I got the brochure and snuck out. Keep business and pleasure separate.
I was in a motel room with an sp. When I was finished I got off her and laid back next to her on the bed. She seemed to want to relax a few minutes like most ladies do. Suddenly she makes a quick dash for the bathroom and leaves a trail of nuggets behind her on the floor.
Out of thread subject my friend. That is way beyond creepy!! That's just plain horrible!
About 15 years back I was driving in the downtown area near the Univ. de Que. the day after Christmas. The street were nearly deserted. I see two good looking well dressed Quebecois girls, I was not sure if they were working the street. I pulled over and they got in. I did not have a lot of money on me, so I was hesitant. They were a little vague at first but they offered me services for in their words "what ever you want to give us " They tell me that they had spent all their money partying, buying gifts and going out to bars, and partying at people homes and they had nothing back at their apartment. No food at all. I had maybe $150 on me at the time. We went to a motel on St. Jacques street. The $150 paid for the room and some fast food for the girls, I gave them the rest. I think the girls were never on the street before, they would not do lesbian together. They had expensive taste in clothing boots and designer purses. It was unexpected fantasy landing on my lap at an unexpected time. On the way back they were actually looking for a store open to buy food.
Did this by any chance happen in Laval? I was shopping for a car there once and the sales woman, after putting her hand on my arm and looking at me intently, told me that she was ready to do anything to close the deal.
A SP told me that she once saw a guy who would disgustingly spit on her during sex(I guess it was some weird fetish), she warned the guy that if he spat on her again that she would end the date(I forgot to ask her if he did it again).
On the matter of incontinence, it is a bigger problem than people realize. The people that have the problem do not want it to be known. While it happens more often to older people, it is not unknown to people that are in their 20s and 30s. The pharmacies have stacks of adult incontinent products. I was with a SP once, she went into the bathroom to disrobe. When she pulled her pants down I heard a crinkly sound of a plastic adult diaper. She was less than 30 years old.
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