esoterica

I was going to go but I am sick :-(

Don't hobby in Vegas - there is plenty for free!!!!!

I was hoping to book the training duo - I have a thing for Zoey who was training Naomi. I missed out :-(

Damn.... Paige, you know how to get the blood pressure rising.

I just met Naomi (but not as a client - I was there to see another beautiful lady). Naomi is gorgeous, friendly and sweet! Amazing smile. e

Do us all a favour and flag it :)

It makes my blood boil that people are stigmatized for participating in an act that pragmatically can be described as fulfilling one of Nature's drives. Are we so persecuted for eating, drinking, or (sorry for the crudity), taking a dump (in private <g>)? Catherine's missive is a perfect example of why I have a very negative view of fundamentalism (and I do not particularly mean religious fundamentalism, I include societal fundamentalism), and why I am not fond of North American morals and culture. Those of you who know me have talked about this with me. I read her post with a mixed feeling of revulsion (towards her antagonists), sympathy and anger. Now I am all angry and anti-establishment, grrr. e

I never stop flirting - ever. The response varies from a flirt and a smile back, to being ignored. I get hit on a lot (which is funny for an ugly bugger like me), and have been given quite a few business cards from strangers - and I never take them up. Why? Flirting is fun but it is not a sexual activity and I am aware of it. According to the psychologists, it's a communication activity.

Oh my... I don't quite know what else to say. S/he is rather ravishing.

At 300 / hr, 75 bucks will get you (75 x 60)/300 = 15 minutes. Mmmmm, whip me with a licorice strap and we can eat it after. (Just having some fun).

I have one thing to say: "*sigh!*. (Loosely translated: "I am so jealous"). I *will* see you when you get back! Don't stop having fun.

Latteur, if you want a quick release, I recommend porntube, a FleshLight, a tube of hand lotion and some Kleenex. It will cost you around 8 bucks plus the Fleshlight. If you want a cheap, cold, guilt-ridden experience, and several days looking for cooties around the pubes, I suggest Montreal rd and 75 bucks, or Dalhousie at 4 am - be careful of the sting operations. If you want a mind-blowing experience comparable to a ride in a ferrari, a luxury cruise and a hot-air balloon ride all rolled into one, filled with raw tingles at the edge of your spine, smiles, cuddles, erotica that most dream of, followed by a mind-blowing orgasm that says "Thank you for cumming, please come again... soon!", with a real, charming lady who enjoys what she is doing, and has your pleasure at heart, think of it this way: You aren't paying for sex. There is no "sex". The $300 is for time. The rest is a realisation of fantasy, an escape from Harper, Dion, financial crises, bosses and bills. Bring a gift, respect, your best attitude and a sense of fun. Your sexual centres are in your brain, not your gonads. Oh, and dress nicely. If you want an example, rent "moulin rouge".

I'll stop when I can no longer get pleasure from it, or if (when) I run out of money.

No matter your reason, you give a little bit of your soul to somebody with whom you "share a naked moment". Most of us do anyway. Some may consider it just a business transaction but many of us are not that mercenary - the biochemistry of our strange method of sexual attraction to a person makes it often much deeper than a mere exchange of bodily fluid, enhanced by a reflex action of the nervous system in response to a manual stimulus (in at least one of the partners). It's hard enough breaking ties with a person with whom you have a non-sexual, emotional connection. Add the complexity of a mating ritual evolved over hundreds of thousands of years, and it does cause an emotional reaction in many.

About 6 years ago, I was out of town on a business trip when a member of senior management (female and cute) made the moves on me. It took me 2 days to work it out (I am slow and at first I didn't believe the signals), and I got the message on the last day of the trip. My marriage was ending, and so I played along. The sex was great and it lasted 3 years but it fizzled out harmlessly when she was transferred to the west coast. Something we all dream of, I think. We both work for different companies now (thank God). e

Good luck, Uli. I had a great deal of vicarious pleasure from your posts, and I shall miss them. Stay cool E

Funny that - you and I talked about the same thing the other day, Emma. It's all about leaving the world of spreadsheets, word documents, Harper, and the mortgage, and taking off in your hot air balloon. With you, it is easy to get lost in the experience. I haven't giggled so much for a long time.

Thanks mod... I will try it from work with my HTC Touch. e

I can definitely believe that!!!! I need more of Paige's hormones!

The Eee is great. I have one which I have modded up the ying-yang (new, larger SSDs, more RAM, thinking about a touch-screen). It's good for picking up signal from hotspots (sit outside the Air Canada lounge at airports for free wifi). To surf at work on their network - just don't. The security is not worth it. The IT buggers are the biggest pervs around and they know all the tricks because they do it themselves. If you are rich, for $40 or so a month, you can get a Rogers WiMax connection which is a form of portable wireless (but not mobile - it does not hand off from cell tower to cell tower while you are driving). Plug it in at work, put it in the window and throw a coat over it => automatic personal, private (kinda), wireless net connection. Just don't plug your computer into it and the work net connection at the same time unless you want to get busted. Or... plug an old-fashioned landline-type modem into your phone line, UNHOOK the net connection, dial out (if you have a plan). Use Portable Firefox and TOR, on a USB key. If you are a bell mobility subscriber, unlimited browser internet from your cell phone is $7 a month. I surf this way from work but I cannot post on cerb (some form of java incompatability). e

LOL - that's crystal meth which dissolves the teeth (j/k)

To turn the topic around, I dated an SP once, 23 years ago. She told me that she was an escort after a few hours, and I was never a client (well, not officially, to make a sly dig at relationships) - we met at a club - I think I was too horny to care. It was almost an exotic feeling to know it and it certainly did not bother me what she did - I am pretty poly. It wasn't very serious, and it lasted a couple months but I couldn't handle her habit of drinking cola-n-speed. e

Must be the moon. I'm howling! Ladies beware...

Excellence is worth the pursuit. A $300 donation for some time with women of the class of Paige or Ava is not a lot of money. I'm going to say something which could be described as snobbish. I am glad that there are ladies who are beyond the reach of what some will pay.

I have two friends who are MPs. I once asked them their views on the release part of the massage. They like to give massages and view the release as a necessary - but not unpleasant - part of the service. However both these ladies give RMT-style massages. On the other hand (*rimshot*)... with some MPs like Bethany and Trish for example, the attention is pure pampering - which has nothing to do with sex.