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I used to be a coffee fiend, drinking in excess of twenty cups daily. One hot summer morning I woke up groggy and really thirsty. The thought of a hot cup of coffee on a hot and sticky morning was repellant. Then I remembered that a can of diet coke had as much, if not more, caffeine than a cup of coffee. Faced with a choice between a cold diet coke or a hot mug of java, that morning I choose the cold beverage. That was more than thirty years ago. These days I will have the occasional coffee to jump start my brain, but if I'm dry and want to quench my thirst I'll reach for a diet coke 9 times out of 10.

People who don't listen. People who don't care. And people who are inconsiderate. Now for some context. I flew out of Toronto on a Porter Puddle Jumper yesterday. They boarded the flight starting with the back, rows 10-20. These planes are small, cramped and do not afford a lot of storage space. When they called the rows, I stood in line and had my boarding pass checked along with everyone else. To my chagrin, upon entering the cabin I saw at least three passengers in rows 1-9 trying to stuff oversized bags (carry on only in the most literal definition) into the overhead compartments. While these three self-important idiots held up everyone else as they pushed and shoved their massive packs into the overhead glove compartments, I had time to ponder... 1. Was the guy at the ticket counter brain dead? Or did he just not give a shit? Surely he must know what numbers rank below 10, shouldn't he? 2. Did the three ass holes not listen to the boarding call? Or did they not give a shit too? 3. Why would someone struggle and push their belongings into a space much too small for the bag when the airline offered carry on check service? Were they worried someone would lose their bag, or were they so devoted to their stuff that they could not be further than three feet from it at all times? 4. And finally, did the three ass holes and the airline staff not see the delay and frustration they collectively caused? Or did they collectively not give a shit?

McDonald's breakfast of champions, Sausage McMuffin 'n egg with a hash brown and a diet coke!

Ian McKellen, who knew there were so few actors with a last name beginning with "I".

Young Frankenstein (1974)

Very proper pin stripe boxers. Light blue with white stripes.

After all these years I'm finally going to Sin City! Vegas baby! Can't hardly wait.

Sean Astin (Sam from LOTR)

When I slip out of the business clothes I've been wearing since before the crack of dawn and pull on my favourite pair of sweat pants...Ahhhhhhh!

U is for underware modelling.

Reminds me of the old cybersex come ons in IRC. Age/sex/location? Talk about a romantic opening line! Sheesh!

Family Ties

Yul Brenner.

Turn signals. Or lack there of. People they are not an option! And on the flip side; when you use a turn signal and have executed the turn or lane change, TURN THE FUCKING THING OFF. No one wants to follow your oblivious ass for 40 km in heavy traffic while watching the steady blink of your forgotten signal. Ahhhh, all better now.

Active please. Watch two women pleasuring each other or pleasure two women at the same time?

Cooling my heels in the Toronto city center airport waiting for my flight back to Ottawa to be called.

Happy b-lated Birth Day b-utiful Bianca. We'll have to compare notes on Vegas. Going there to celebrate Easter, heh. Hope your day was special and full of the things you love.

I would suggest trying the Montreal Recommendation page as your first stop. Then look at the advertised provider schedules and PM those SP's that have caught your interest. I'm sure you'll find just what your looking for.

Welcome and wade right in. it's been said that our collective gene pool is not very deep, but it's hot, hot, hawtttt!!!!

Belated Birthday wishes "Old Man". and I mean that in the most respectful and ... and ...Nope, I can't do it with a straight face! Hee! Happy Birthday ya old fart, welcome to the Seniors tour!

Cleo Catra and Kathryn Bardot are gold medal winners in the Two Woman Bob'n Slide event. I had the extreme pleasure to be in the company of two sexual goddesses for two hours one Saturday morning during the Olympics. Having had the pleasure of both ladies company already individually, I had an inkling of what to expect. There is truth to the saying that sometimes the whole is greater than the parts. Individually Cleo and Kat are hot passionate woman, skilled in the art of pleasure and full of fun and life. Combined they form a powerful sexual force that is elemental and equally irresistible. I read each of the preceding recommendations with interest and discovered two common themes. Each encounter was memorable and each was different from the next. My own adventure differed in the telling of the details from other tales here. Who did what to who varies from coupling to coupling, from partner to partner. And yet each of the authors here had the same amazing memorable experience. In this my own experience mirrors my fellow authors. I had the best fucking time! Rather than go into the blow by blow details, in part because Cleo & Kat fucked me so stupid that my recall is somewhat suspect, I'll recount a few of stand the out episodes during a truly epic encounter. I remember how kissing both women felt different and exciting. Aside from the height difference, the taste and feel differed subtly yet both were warm and wanton. I am a lover of the oral arts. Look up muffin man in the Urban Dictionary and you may find my picture next to it. Seeing both women naked and open for me, waiting to choose and finding myself in brain lock because the choice was impossible. I smile every time I think about Cleo or Kat lowering their beautiful, delicious, desirable pussies to my waiting mouth while Cleo or Kat devoured my throbbing cock at the same time. It felt oddly like we were engaged in 69 but I was the only one who was distracted. The time Kat sat on my face for the second or third time (again details are sketchy) and Cleo expertly slipped a condom on me (completely without me noticing) and then impaled herself on me is something I shall not soon forget. Kat was about to cum, I could feel the subtle changes in her pussy and in her body tension. Cleo had been blowing me with passion and then before I knew it, I felt a completely different sensation and my cock was engulfed in Cleo's very hot and very tight pussy. Within minutes Kat and I were climaxing simultaneously. I moaned deeply into Kat's pussy as her thighs clamped around my head. I remember sharing a look with each lady at different times during the encounter. Our eyes met and we could almost read each other's mind at that very instant. We were turned on, we were hot for each other and we were having one hell of a morning romp! I remember the three of us collapsing into laughter following an intense climax. Tasting each other on our lips....so hot. And as naturally as it began, our time drew to a close. No clock watching required. We were content. The sun was pouring in the in call windows and the day held promise of great things to come for all of us. I dressed while kisses and caresses were exchanged. A final check at the door, final sweet kisses and hugs and one of the best memories I have had been created. It's true you know, from time to time wet dreams do come true.

Two events have got me all a twitter with anticipation. First, what's better than a Saturday morning romp with a very sexy lady? Answer: A Saturday morning romp with a very sexy lady and her very sexy girlfriend! No wonder I can't concentrate! Second, Vegas baby! Just booked 5 days over Easter! Nothing says the Resurection better than a long weekend in Sin City!

I love sex in the am. Nothing better than morning wood. Sex only in the bed room or sex anywhere but the bed room?

When I read a provider's posts I look for intelligence and wit. IMO for the sex to be good I need a partner that has a sense of humour and is not dead between the ears. Imagination and creativity count as well. Bad spelling and bad grammar are my red flags. I meen wat wud you think if I cudint put wurds togethr very gud? Cristy, I'm about as far from Adonis as you can get. I've been with providers of all shapes and sizes and do not have a preference. Size-ism is one of the last socially accepted prejudices. I am not a size bigot. Besides the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin! (Note the intentional spelling mistake) Kimmy, all of the above applies. A good orgasm is great, but I keep doing this for the entire experience. What I hate most is the fact that my budget limits my play time. Left to my own devices and if money was not an issue, then I'd play date more often than I do now. I've "popped my top" early in a session before, though not by choice. If that happens I like to turn my attention to my partner. I've also been given the bum's rush by a provider who works on volume over quality. In that case I hit the road, never to return. Thankfully, with age comes wisdom and stamina! Cristy, it has not happened yet. I have been forced to reschedule before, but if we set a date then I am committed. My posts are as honest as kindness allows. Of all the places one could be free to be honest, this community is one of the best. Additional Comments: Tracie, I am not shy about what I like. In fact I am very forward and up front about my personal preferences. I've learned over the years that there is no reason to be embarrassed when with a professional. I'm not shy with my doctor, why would I be shy with a provider? This way we both know where we stand and there is less chance for disappointment. Now if I could only find a provider who will frost me like a layer cake and then lick it off while playing Yankee Doodle Dandy on a flute out of her butt! :icon_eek:

How often do you get requests for costumes or roll playing?