IamaGeek

As a long time Redditor, I would be very interested.

When was Jesus born? I love these guys.

Well, we are all just a little different and are looking for slightly different experiences. Fortunately, there are just as many different sorts of providers. I pretty much only do 2 or 3 hour sessions. I have done 1 hour a couple of times but it felt rushed to me. But that's because both the providers I see and myself are those sorts of people. I know the theory behind trying a HH session first so that you can 'get to know' or 'establish a connection' with the provider first but I feel that such a short time is not sufficient for me to do either of those things in the way that I do them. Since I don't see a lot of different providers, I just do my homework first and then exchange a few messages to make sure that we are on the same page.

Easy, I am me.

This is a nice idea for a thread. If I need a pick-up I resort to any one of a number of songs or books. Here's an old favourite of mine that did the trick for me just the other day. It's by Richard Thompson (the best guitarist you never heard of): Little Blue Number http://youtu.be/_p9wBBBsMwk

Georgiana has been mentioned before in this thread but her site has come along since then. Pretty, informative, easy to navigate and some very nice pictures: http://sweet-company.com/

My first experience was with an independent SP early in 2010 and it opened my eyes to the reality of this industry. It was good enough to ensure that I would come back. After three decades of being faithful to my wife and three years of celibacy when our physical relationship ended I stumbled onto CERB and carefully (oh, so carefully) selected a well reviewed, mature provider. She responded very quickly to my emails and I set up a meeting at an Ottawa hotel. I have to drive to Ottawa from where I work and when I was about 30 minutes away she sent a text message saying that she had to switch hotels. I didn't know Ottawa at all at the time and I didn't have a GPS or a smartphone so that almost scuppered the whole thing right there. I stopped at a mall to find a public telephone and a phone book (surprisingly hard to do these days) and was on my way again. Then, when I arrived and texted from my car in the parking lot, she responded by telling me that the elevator required a room card and she would come down to the lobby to meet me at 2 minutes before the hour. I went in at about 3 minutes before the hour and imagined that everyone at the front desk and in the lobby was staring at me for what seemed like an hour (but was probably more like 2 or 3 minutes). She arrived and I got into the elevator with her and another gentleman. This was the moment I was completely hooked. We didn't speak but the mischevious smile she kept secretly flashing my way was too much to bear. We got out at our floor and she signalled me to remain quiet until we got into the room. The door closed and I saw that the drapes were drawn, there were candles glowing and low music was playing. She turned to face me and gave me a warm, welcoming hug and kiss. She was very attractive and was wearing a simple, cute dress which was just very slightly shorter and tighter than you might expect to see in the afternoon in Ottawa. I am not model material but neither am I insecure about my appearance. She, however, was tanned and fit and a natural blond with beautiful blue eyes. I could see I was punching above my weight and it made me just a little bit more nervous. This was difficult to do because I was already about as nervous as a human being can be without passing out. I had booked for 2 hours because I knew that I would need some time to settle in and I didn't want to rush. We sat on the couch and I opened the wine I had brought with hands so shaky that at one point she stopped me, held my hands, and tried to reassure me. Finally we were at the point where I was most relaxed - chatting. I love to meet people, hear there stories, find common ground, find how their lives are different, exchange views. As we talked I relaxed a bit but was still too nervous to initiate anything. After 15-20 minutes she finally figured out that I was a bit stalled and thankfully took things into her own hands. While talking she had punctuated her sentences by touching my shoulder or leg but now she slid a bit closer, caressed the back of my neck and gave me a soft kiss. I had told her of my situation and all through the conversation I had imagined that she had a slightly bemused look playing across her face. Later she admitted that she had found my nervousness 'sweet' and 'endearing'. Thank goodness for that - I was expecting it to put her off. In any case, the kiss was enough of a wake-up call for me and the encounter entered its next phase. It is always difficult to guage how one comes across in bed with an SP. They always make it all about the client and we are 'always' excellent lovers. However, I could tell that I was occasionally awkward because I was so rusty. She never complained or even commented and the whole experience was wonderful. The session was alternately energetic and languid and I loved it. At the end of the 2 hours we were draped over each other on the bed sharing jokes and laughing while I caressed her body. Since I was enjoying myself so much and I was new to this I didn't notice I had gone overtime for 10 or 15 minutes. Luckily she was free and she didn't say a word until I noticed. I thanked her and went on my way a new man - with a new plan. I saw her a number of times until she retired about a year and a half later. I have had sessions since then which were more intense, more adventurous, sweeter, and sadly ones which were just terrible. However, this first one will stick with me.

Like most men, my orgasms cover the entire range of intensities from meh to near loss of consciousness. However, I have never been able to get a handle on what contributes consistently. I think there are just too many variables. As a result I just do what feels right in the moment. This is not a problem; I tend to be just as interested in the sensations along the way as in reaching the goal. I have had many satisfying sexual experiences which did not result in orgasm. I know I am not alone in this but for me it isn't the destination, it's the journey.

This was a clever and tidy bit of work. I'm impressed. I'd love to be in charge of product testing.

Always real if I'm at home over the holidays. Sadly, the artificial comes out if I'm away. BTW, since I will be away this year, I am thinking that if I go artificial I might as well go all the way. That is, something silver or red or whatever because the fake ones aways look fake to some extent and certainly don't smell right. Embrace the fake!

A sort of pooner noir - nicely done.

Thanks to someguy for this thread. My CERB story has some parallels with his. I have been married a long time (30 years) but the last several years have been without any physical relationship. The reasons for this are complicated. The root cause is an illness but there are other factors. Anyway, without going into detail separation is not an option, at least for now. About 3 years ago I accepted a position which meant that I would spend more time in Ottawa than at home. Months later while alone in my hotel room one night, after years of celibacy, I gave in to temptation and googled 'Escorts Ottawa'. After sorting through the chaff I came to the kernel of CERB. I had not seen any forum for this industry before and was unfamiliar with much of what I read but I was very intrigued. I should say that since this time I have looked at other forums and, because of the misogyny and trolls and flaming, I am convinced that I would not have stayed to look around if the general tone had not been a positive one. I registered and lurked for a few weeks and, finally plucking up my courage, contacted a well-reviewed mature provider. She responded immediately, which gave me a frisson of excitement, and I was hooked. In spite of a near heart attack level of nerves I met with her and, even though I was awkward and rusty, had a wonderful time. I was astounded at how much my outlook improved. I think I became a 'better' person to be around both at work and socially. Over the subsequent months I met with this provider a few more times and then she retired. I took this as a sign that this part of my life was over but I soon descended into the same funk that had gripped me in the previous years. After a time I found myself back on CERB and in contact with another provider. I saw her a few times and again, my demeanour improved enough for people to comment on it. I have since seen another provider or two and all my experiences have been brilliant. I believe that CERB is responsible for restoring me to being a full person again. As a side note, prior to my experiences, my only knowledge of this industry was through the occasional news story and ridiculous Hollywood movies (Pretty Woman, etc.). Without really thinking about it, I imagined that all sex workers were either drug-abusing streetwalkers or Valentino-wearing, champagne-swilling high end call girls. The time I spent reading CERB demonstrates the obvious fact that both SPs and clients are real people who run the gamut from well-educated and thoughtful to desperate and difficult. Of course there are sad stories, but that is true in all walks of life. In recent weeks I am spending more time at home and have become a more active member of this forum. I enjoy the interaction and the feeling of being part of a community of like-minded people. Thanks to all. TL;DR Discovered that having an active sex life makes you a more complete person (duh!) and that sex workers and clients are just regular people (double duh!).

In my mind: In reality:

I grew up on a farm and even though it was not a paid position (except for my housing, food, etc.), it was more physically demanding than any other labouring jobs I took later. My first job with an actual payday was bagging groceries and stocking shelves when I was 13. I couldn't believe how easy it was. I work in a technical field and my first experience of hiring people was helping my boss at the time. He said that he would always hire farm kids whether they had any experience or not. He insisted that he could always train people to do the job but he could not train a work ethic.

After Tuesday, even the calendar says W -T - F!