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So, RN, is that only cumming once or only getting it on once? In other words, does that mean the time bell rang while they were still trying to ring the bell the second time, or that it was more something they wanted to do but were simply unable to get it up again?
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They were either unable to get it up again or, more often than not, they just decided that they were satisfied with once!
It certainly wasn't that their time ran out. In most cases they would try and cum really quickly at the start...because they wanted to make sure they had time for a second round...but then found they didn't want to do it again (or couldn't get it up again). That meant that a majority of the bookings would end with 20 minutes or so of massage, chatting, showering together or whatever it took to fill up the time. Even when I was working privately, where there was no brothel "time-bell" to go off and I was more than willing to extend to make sure the client was satisfied, they still usually wouldn't go more than once.
There's also the interesting phenomenon of "client guilt" that often strikes as soon as a man cums. A lot of those guys originally planned to cum twice, but instead, they run off after the first time without even showering! lol
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RN, your lads' approach is a bit off. Instead of coming quickly the first time, they should have prolonged the first time. That makes #1 more intense which makes #2 MORE likely, especially if there is no rush or PERCEPTION of being rushed.
Now if you run into the situation where you get it up for #2 but the bell rings before you get to #2, JZ, the best thing to do is apologize nicely to the girl, make sure she understands it wasn't her fault, and then call another hooker immediately.
I don't think I've ever come more than twice in the same session with a working girl but coming twice in the same day with two different working girls is often my goal nowadays. A lofty goal, but an honorable one.
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DH,
I have to admit...I would usually try to keep the first time going for as long as I could. I'd often use my infamous vice-like thigh grip to slow things down *wink*, or encourage them to take things easy and enjoy themselves rather than rush it. (Not to stop them cumming twice, mind you...more to make them feel completely unhurried, so there was less chance of them leaving feeling angry or unsatisfied. It's all about violence management!)
I get the impression that most guys ask for twice, not because they actually WANT to do it twice...but because they think that's the only way they'll get their money's worth. I've heard many clients talk about girls who try and make the sex as fast as humanly possible...so maybe clients expect to have cum in the first ten seconds, and want to be able to do it again after that. Maybe that's why so many of my clients didn't end up going the second time? Because I made the first time last?
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RN,
. First off, I too often planned several pops with a pro (prior to the event) but must confess I have never done more than one. Either time constraints, rules or desire get in the way. But never an erection problem.
"I get the impression that most guys ask for twice, not because they actually WANT to do it twice . . ." No, I think they really would like to do it 2, 3 or 100 times . . . before the event that is. Reality is always a bit different.
"There's also the interesting phenomenon of "client guilt" that often strikes as soon as a man cums. . ."
. This is a very interesting point and a place where men and women seem to differ. Women usually ramp up and ramp down during sex. Longer orgasms and a slow cooling-off period. With me, it's like falling off a cliff. One instant you are on the mountain top and 5 seconds later in the deep valley below. I feel differently, think differently. An amazing change of perspective in seconds! Before coming, nothing could be more important. If a car was about to run us over or some wild animal eat me, I would still finish that 5 seconds more. And a horny man knows no guilt . . . but a moment later it's a different world. Desire comes quicker and leaves a lot faster in the male. You could be screwing your best friend's pregnant wife and all seems great until that fateful moment. And then comes that "What the hell was I thinking?" feeling . . . always after it's too late. Part of natures little plan, I think. But something that not all women seem to understand . . . or appreciate.
As far as your "vice-like grip" is concerned, that usually gets me off a lot faster. Whether with the thighs or other parts of the anatomy . . . Peace, -P
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ups, i am a exception, over 40 end still 2-3 pops a hour, with 2 hottys, have to see the ..........
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RN, I think you're exactly correct -- there are many workers who do their level best to rush the process along, and five minutes after you're in the room it's "Did you cum yet?" so the query about extra pops is mostly a question about the quality of service you're going to get. Not exclusively, of course -- for many men it's easy to get excited and come quickly the first time, and then last forever the second. Personally, I've only rarely gone multiple pops with providers in an hour time frame in the last decade or so, though it's more an issue as I get older, as that wasn't the case when I was in my twenties. It happens, but it's usually if I'm with someone who's just so hot I cum quickly or if I walk in the door already over-excited, which doesn't happen all that much.
But I must say that in my case it's less an inability to get aroused than it is an inability to get off, period. I know they're safe, and I always, always use them for intercourse, but condoms truly do remove a top level of sensation for me, no matter what kind they are, and I've spent a lot of time experimenting with different kinds. My twenties were pre-AIDS, and condoms simply weren't used as much. Also, I personally hate deadlines of all kinds, decidedly including during sex, and an awareness that the clock is ticking is not usually a good distraction for me, and it's one I resent -- though of course, the equation shifts when it's something like risk of discovery, etc. I've had far too many encounters where someone from outside ends up knocking on the door or ringing the phone or whatever to call time. This is especially true because I'm just not much of a "walk in the door and stick it in" kind of guy -- I like a long sensual experience, I like lots of foreplay and teasing, I like going at it, taking a break and going to it again, which probably explains why I'm someone who tends to want to make a night of it, or at least schedule several hours so I don't feel rushed. (Skinless, that's probably one of the reasons I'm a LT rather that ST guy in LOS.)
DH, I've had ample opportunities for such apologies, believe me, and I've gotten pretty good at them. Sometimes, frankly, my legs, lungs and heart give out before I manage to cum. (And Viagra doesn't help the process along very much, though I've learned to titrate the dose to the right combination of usefulness and sensitivity, which for me falls somewhere between 25 and 50 mgs.) On my last trip to Kenya I was with company for six or eight nights over the few weeks I was there, and realized when I got home I didn't cum once during intercourse. I was with one woman for three days in Thailand this last trip, a truly lovely, sexy lady, and near the end of that period I found her crying in the bathroom -- after a bit of discussion it turned out she was very upset because I'd only cum one time, so I clearly couldn't be very happy with her. I pointed out that we'd probably spent about eight hours in bed over that period actually engaging with each other, with far more time just being there, sleeping, holding, making out, etc., and that if I wasn't happy I'd sure as hell have said so and she wouldn't have been there that long. I explained the whole condom thing and she spent out last stretch of time together working hard on a variety of safe condomless ways to bring me off. Sometimes it just goes that way, but I've got to confess it's been a long time since I worshipped the number of my orgasms in any event. I'm far more likely to worship those of my partners.
FWIW, that's also partly why I have the tendency to court (and, on my last trip, find) additional STD risk by doing unprotected oral -- I can more often get off that way, but if you add a condom into the equation that's far less often the case.
I'm not a client guilt type, though I probably had a bit of that when I was younger (in many cases, not just play-for-pay) when it would be about questioning my judgment. It's simply been a long, long time since I thought I was anything or anyone but who I am...
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PART ONE. All the names of the guilty have been changed to protect the innocent.
I am a person with a “Sexual Addiction” in an extreme form. I have been that way since I was about 8 years old, when I had my first sexual experience with a younger cousin. I do not remember very much about it like if I had an erection, but I do remember being on top of her when we were both naked and she said it felt funny. I wish I could remember more details of what went on. I had to wait for another twelve years before I had my first fuck
In the mean time, especially since I was about 12, sex was constantly on my mind and often with my hand. I dreamed about it, thought about it and almost wrote about it, but that didn’t come until much later. I had my first girlfriend at 18 and this lead to some sexual experimentation, but not intercourse. I remember being surprised that the vagina was so far back as I had thought it would be facing more forward. But the smell of that pussy, Sandra’s was wonderful. The first time I had my finger in there, she was very wet and for more than a day I didn’t wash my hands as I kept smelling her pussy. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. She broke off the relationship, as did most of my girlfriends and of course I was broken hearted.
At that stage I was very nieve as I did not think to kiss the breasts or pussy. But once I did, I couldn’t get enough of it. Provided the pussy is clean, I could eat it for hours. I had several bumbling attempts as relationships and sex but they all amounted to nothing. This was during my first two years of attending a tertiary institution. At the one I attended, there was a ratio for six females to every male. I was reasonably good looking, (I don’t think so but I have been told so by many females) but I had such an unusual personality, that most were put off with having a relationship with me. However, I did fall in love with one woman, Linda and she showed interest in me and we spent many hours together, but mostly in a working relationship. She had a boyfriend back home but we became very close, even though I wanted it to be much closer, I took what I could get. But I wanted to have sex. I wanted to experience this phenomena, that I had been think, dreaming and masturbating about for so long. It seemed like I wasn’t going to get anything from this lovely woman.
As I said before, I am an unusual personality. I had a hearing problem, which meant I had to sit nearing the front of the lecture theaters and it also meant that I didn’t enjoy parties. I couldn’t follow conversations with a lot of background noise. I also didn’t enjoy drinking as mostly I didn’t like the taste, or as I found later, I didn’t like the after effects. So in three years of training I attended only three parties. I did attend all the balls as I loved having my arms around my partner in the old fashioned type dancing. With many of the modern dances, you don’t even need a partner so I couldn’t see the point. The only thing I objected to about the balls was that the price of the ticket included all the booze you could drink and I could never drink my share. Perhaps I made up for it with the food. No I wasn’t fat, but in those days I could eat three of four plates full of food, mostly savory and then eat all the pussy I could get. But I wasn’t always successful on the latter. It was after one of these balls, which I went to with the woman I was in love with, but not yet a lover, that I became drunk for the first time. I didn’t enjoy the experience.
I was brought up in another era compared to today. Condoms were only available from chemist and were always behind the counter. Hell, we were too scared to ask for these. The first time I bought them I thought I was going to die. These three years were 1969-71. So I did a mail order for pessaries, which I think were call Rendals. They were supposed to be inserted into the vagina before sex and provided some lubrication and were supposed to kill sperm, not that I knew much about contraception in those days. So I was sort of prepared to plunder some poor pussy. But I could find one or more accurately, I had not skills in finding one.
I did go out with another girls called Lisa, who was a tall slim blonde. She became very fond of me and in fact she fell in love with me. I was never in love with her but I liked her a lot. Linda knew about Lisa and had met her through a common interest and although I still continued the friendship with Linda, she never said anything about Lisa. She did give a few hints, but I was too thick to pick up on them.
I started the relationship with Lisa but I was in love with Linda. The relationship with Lisa developed into a sexual relationship but stopped short of sex. I was feeling guilty as I felt I was being unfaithful to Linda. I broke it off at one stage, but as I had not success with Linda, I went back to Linda. My dick was getting the better of me. We went out quite a bit to movies, balls and so on. Lisa had a car, as I did not at the time so we were able to get around quite a bit at the time. I even took her home to my parents for a weekend. We had separate rooms but of course, I crept into her room that night. I kissed all the way down her back, through her legs, her pussy and up to her breasts. I had read about that technique in a book and I was hoping to have the same success as he did. Although Lisa enjoyed it, she stopped me from entering her, and of course I was disappointed.
At a later date, I had her around to my place as my landlady was away. I prepared a special dinner and afterwards we went into my bedroom where we started into the sexual exploration. I inserted a pessary into her, and I think she wondered what I was doing. I came on the outside of her without having entered her. She was aroused and had enjoyed it but she didn’t have an orgasm, as I wasn’t skilled in giving them at that stage. Of course I had to rest as I had just come. Later I got on top of her and we continued playing around. She told me she was scared, but I said I wasn’t hard and tried to get her to feel that I wasn’t fully hard, but she wouldn’t do so.
Read part two to find out what happened. Send any comment to piper4me@hotmail.com
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DH, Proko, Zop et al,
As a 45 year-old, I have followed the discussion with some interest and agree with most of what has been said as well as learning some things too. Personally, I have found a solution to the "cum one time and thats it for the night" problem, and it lies in Tijuana, of all places.
In the bars in TJ, there is usually a dance floor; available girls; $2 beers and shots, and good, danceable Latin music. The lights are often red, the atmosphere hot, the music is loud, and even at high noon, there is a party-like atmosphere.
Typically, a monger arrives, sits, orders a beer, and surveys the scene. The seat are usually beside the dance floor. It costs $1 to dance with a girl. If you make eye contact with a girl, she will approach you. You can buy her one of those ridiculous lady drinks or you can dance with her. DANCE with her!! It doesn't matter if she is only mediocre to look at or if you can dance or not; just by being so close to her body, touching her, smelling her perfume, her hair brushing against your face--you WILL want to do her. The dancing is not in any way raunchy. Everything is in good taste, often hilariously so. The girls are sometimes demure. Watch for the guy who wants to take photos of you and your "true love" or the guy who unfailingly tries to sell you flowers for your "novia," after the song ends and both of you return to the table.
So you take her upstairs or next door, to have your first pop of the night.
A half an hour later, you both return to the bar and separate. Have a couple of beers and guaranteed, pretty soon, you will see someone you find attractive. Ask her for a dance. Within a couple of minutes, due to the proximity of your bodies, brushing up against her, the hot atmosphere etc., you will want to do her. And so it goes.
The scenario that most of the posts contemplate seem to be where you bang the girl and then don't do THE SAME girl again. This is perfectly understandable to me at least. A monger needs variety, constantly. You do her and then what? Lay in bed and discuss with her your stock portfolio, which is declining in tandem with your pecker? Of course not. The bar is calling!! Some beers and lots of laughs with your fellow mongers. Later, on to the dancefloor. Pretty soon you are grinding with someone. Pretty soon after that, you are humping with them!! This is my solution to the afore-mentionted condition.
Condom problems?? Its only a problem if a monger insists on fucking. I too have a problem feeling anything. Especially if I am on a trip and will be having lots and lots of sex, such as my trip to Thailand next week. But why should a monger do all the work? This is where a girl who can do a good blowjob, handjob, or ballsuck, becomes a necessity, nay---a paragon of virtue.
Don
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Don, I don't think the issue was cum once and that's it for the night -- it was doing it again quickly after one orgasm, in other words, how long is recovery time. While I would agree with you that switching women is one way to reawaken interest, it's hardly the only way and I'd take the idea that I need to go graze in new pastures after once tasting the grass in order to get it up again as a rather poor comment on my libido. (Not that I object to the concept or the habit, just the idea that it's the only solution to such a problem.) Your dancing description does, however, say a lot -- when you're first with someone you're getting aroused in anticipation of what's to come, and the whole sensual experience -- sound, visuals, smell, touch, etc. For me, those same stimuli work just as well in bed or in the room for a next round as on the dance floor. I just need to concentrate on them instead of simply waiting for something spontaneously to happen based on anticipation of the unknown. And there are other stimuli available -- my partner's revealed body, for example, or intimate touch, which aren't there on the dance floor.
As far as your condom comments -- well, yes, there are obviously other options, some of which fall into the safe sex category, some of which do not. Blowjobs, for example, aren't necessarily safe without a condom -- and I can testify to that from experience, as I've gotten the clap from unprotected oral sex. (And in Thailand, btw, so good wishes and luck to you on that front!) And for me, covered bjs have the same condom sensation drawbacks as any other time. So if the issue is remove the condom for increased sensation and thereby remove protection, well, you've got to make your choices being aware of the risks. I certainly don't object to any of the acts on your list by any stretch of the imagination, but I still like fucking above all else, and that's certainly not a situation where I'm going to go bareback, especially in places like LOS.
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PART TWO. Was I going to get it?
I was on top of her naked, being almost hard and we had been in some serious sexual play and she was feeling scared. I knew she was reluctant to have sex with me but I also knew she was in love with me. All I wanted to do was find out what I had been dreaming of for so long.
She was aroused and wet from the pessary and I just pushed inside her. Lisa said that it was hurting and I just asked her to open her legs more. I wasn’t worrying about what she felt. Almost immediately I felt “What was all the fuss about?”. The earth didn’t move, it didn’t feel tremendous or anything like it. I was disappointed. However, I continued until I came, which wasn’t very long like five minutes. I had the sense to pull out and come outside. Immediately I felt guilty. I had been unfaithful to Linda and I had used Linda for my first “Fuck”. I had had sex for the first time and apart from feeling disappointed, I was feeling guilty. Looking back, I should have had Lisa stay all night and we could have done it many times. But the way I was feeling at the time, I couldn’t do that. It wasn’t long after that that I asked her to go home, which wasn’t considerate of her feelings. What was the first thing I did after she left? I phoned Linda and tearfully asked her to forgive me. She was tearful as well because now for the first time she revealed her feeling to me, which she had hinted at before but I had been too thick to read them. She asked me not to “see” Lisa again, and I agreed.
I saw Linda over the next week at college but only socially. We renewed our bond but not in any sexual way. I was hoping to go out with Linda that weekend but she was going home for the weekend. Lisa phoned me that weekend and asked me to come around. I knew I would and I took the pessaries with me. She was alone at her flat and we had a meal together before my dick got the better of me. I took her into the bedroom and made love to her. This time it was much better and she responded more. This time I didn’t pull out and when I came but I continued, perhaps for as much as 30 minutes before I pulled out still hard. I was feeling guilty. Lisa wanted to know what the trouble was but I couldn’t tell her. I didn’t ever tell Linda about this. I made love with Lisa once more but this was after Linda had broken off our relationship.
So my relationship with Linda developed but it was several weeks before it became fully sexual. We had been out one night together and had a great time. We had had a few drinks and I took her home. I was going to put her to bed and go home myself, a bike ride of about 7 miles. I put her to bed in her short and sexy nightie and was started kissing. I was still fully clothed and still had my legs on the floor. Of course I wanted to make love with her but I didn’t want to push her at all. Linda pulled me on top of her and our kissing became more intense. She started to undo my trousers and move them out of the way. I asked her if she was sure and she said she was. So with our sexes bared to each other’s, I slipped inside her and we made love for the first time. It was her first and my third so I wasn’t what you would call highly experienced, but I was a little more experienced than she was. It was just exquisite being inside the person that I was in love with and she was just as much as me and wanted me inside her. I didn’t last very long but I didn’t pull out straight away. We had made no preparations for this encounter and I didn’t even have condoms, let alone with me, so we had taken no precautions.
After this, my plan for going home went out the window. I took off all my clothes and got back in bed with her. During the rest of the night we made love another seven, yes seven (7) times. The funny thing about this was that Linda had just finished her period, a time I later found out was when she was most highly sexed. But she still had a tampon inside her when we made love and I had pushed it out of the way. We had a great deal of difficulty getting it out the next day.
We had a very active sex life with Linda often instigating our encounters. She was a very sexual animal but in some ways she was prudish. When new very both fully clothed and I was on top of her and “eating” her ears, she would have an orgasm. When I ate her pussy she would come and became very highly aroused if I kissed her breasts. However, she said she didn’t like me eating her, which I couldn’t understand and she would come so often, and she wouldn’t give me a blowjob. Other than that, she was a fantastic lover.
I did keep in contact with Lisa, as I was concerned for her. I expressed my remorse to her and almost every time I saw her and she was alone, she tried to get me to make love to her. I would have liked to but I was too in love with Linda to do anything. Looking back, (always easy in hindsight) I could have had two lovers. That is what I would do now, but only if I was not in love with one of them because I am a rather faithful fellow.
A few months later, Linda told me that she wanted to do voluntary work overseas the next year, and I knew right then that this would be the end of our relationship. However, I encouraged her in this endeavor and it wasn’t until about 9 months later when I received a letter from her. I knew what was inside it as soon as I received it and it took me about a week before I opened it. Yes it was a “Dear John” letter.
In the mean time I went out with other girls and I kept seeing Lisa but I didn’t have sex with her even though we slept together on a few occasions in a single bed. However, it was through Lisa that I met my next partner, Amanda. Amanda was an unusual looking lady, but a great body and we had lot of fun together. We indulged in sexual play many times but never consummated our relationship as I let her take the lead. It was on one of these occasions when she took the lead and pulled me on top of her and we made love. Again I felt very guilty afterwards and had to take a break. I think she understood how I felt but when we went back to bed, we made love again, this time and for the only time with her on top. Amanda found she could only cum if she was on the bottom so we only made love in the missionary position. What our sex life lack in variety, it made up for in intensity. We never used any form of contraception except Amanda’s own. She must have known at what time she was more likely to conceive and I was not allowed near her under these circumstances. Even if I used a condom, pessaries and I withdrew before I came I was not allowed anything. This was very frustrating for me. We did try a condom on one occasion and she didn’t like it so we never used them again. I was mostly happy as I hated them, except when I was not allowed anything. Often when we had made love, I would remain inside her for up to half an hour and we would often make love again.
Amanda is my longest running lover and we had sex off and on from 1971 until 1993. I am still in contact with her and although she is married, we have made love since she was married and there is a slight possibility we could do so again. She only lives about five minutes away from me, but I haven’t seen her for several years.
The next lady, Jenny I married. She was my forth virgin and before we were married, she couldn’t get enough of it. But after we married, she lost interest and in the two and a half years we were married, we had sex about a dozen times, when I would have wanted it that many times a week. However, I was faithful to her.
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I think that when you are going for your first pop, you can dictate your timing up to a certain point. In a few words you are generally so aroused that as much effort you will put to last longer you are still very likely to last less than what you wanted to.
I can reflect in many of the things posted here: from client sense of guilt to the irrational behaviour driven by sexual excitement.
I personally had more than one pop with pros, but it was under special circumstances, I guess: we either developed immediately some sort of emotional bonding, that went beyond the "business" relationship, and we did not have stringent time limits.
In a nutshell: I liked the girl and she genuinely liked me. In all cases it was absolutely essential managing to establish some sort of mind connection: talking and discussing about things.
The way I see it is that the first time you make love with a body and the second with a person.
I always thought, but never did, whether it was worth jerking off just before meeting with a pro so you would buy more time for your money. Then I think that quality wins over quantity, so for me it is better to make sex in those 15 minutes as if there was no tomorrow rather than lasting 10 minutes more but being bored as if you were practicing at the gym.
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Attn: RN
Can you give me your personal email for some questions I had about another topic. Please send it to philmac@email.com. Thanks.
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"Sexual Addiction" . . .
Despite all this discussion about how many times we can get-off in a single night, my point remains:
-After coming once or twice with a pro or a girlfriend or wife, why do many feel the need to chase 2 or 3 other women/pros afterward?
Physical need? I doubt it. It is a psychological addiction, is it not? A numbers game? I'm not saying that this is right or wrong. I'm just surprised at guys in their 40's and 50's needing/wanting to spend more time and pay more money chasing tail after just getting laid once or twice.
-And as to guilt after the act, I'd only feel guilt if I'm doing something to feel guilty about . . . like screwing a friends wife or wasting the families grocery money on a hooker. Guilt about sex in general, no way. I'm way past that and expect that most of the guys here are as well. But a complete change of mind set for me is very common. Like going from 100mph to zero in 3 squirts. Suddenly I'm more contemplative, almost slightly depressed after coming down from the mountain top. And the need or desire for more sex is gone. I don't care how cheap or cute the next woman is. I'm satisfied for the time being and will worry about her tomorrow. Peace, -P
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part three. working girls.
i discovered the pleasure in massage and sauna as in the town i lived in, there was a great sauna and massage. the only extras that were available was a hand job and i once had that from a beautiful supposedly 15 year old native girl. she was naked and allowed me to play with her pussy while she tended to me but unfortunately nothing else took place. this was late in 1975. i had my first working girl not in my own country but in singapore where i spend 24 hour on my trip overseas. i was with my father and he didn’t want to go out in the evening but as i was there for only a short time, i didn’t want to waste it. i went out in a trishaw and my driver was half my weight and about twice my age. he gave me a great tour but kept asking me if i wanted a “nice chinese/malay girl”. i kept turning him down but eventually accepted and he took me to some place out of the way. i was shown three girls until i accepted one who was reasonable. but having seen all the stunningly beautiful asian women on the streets the previous day, i was disappointed by all three i had been shown. they were not natives but imports.
i think the cost was $30.00 singapore dollars for a short time, (undisclosed how long that was) and i would have preferred a long time, but i didn’t have enough cash on me. we undressed and i asked for a condom. she said she was clean and it was not needed. anyway, this was in the days of before hiv and bacteria resistant to antibiotics so i went to the bed with her. she directed my hand to her pussy, which i though was to pay with it but she only wanted to show me that she was wet. all she wanted was me to mount, fuck and finish, which i did. she started groaning and i thought i was hurting her, but she was just pretending she was enjoying it. it was a sexual experience but nothing memorable like most i have had since. but this small experience started me on a never ending quest for better ones.
i spend 4 months in india and was celibate there even though i was offered “beautiful indian girls” in bombay, (renamed something else now) unfortunately i never partook of those offers.
it was in england where i caught my first and only std. i caught nsu off amanda, who came to england and stayed with me. she went away for a few months and came back again and stayed with me in the same room, but she was on the top bunk and i on the bottom. i wanted another sexual relationship with her but she wouldn’t let me. we came very close one night and i should have just taken her, but i left it up to her and she never took the lead.
so i had relationships with other girls. the best was with cecilia, a plump portuguese woman. she had had only one sexual encounter before me. the first time we made love we did so for over two hours, and i didn’t come in that time. part of the reason was that i was wearing a condom. one time when i went to her place where she worked as an au pair for a french family, she pulled me onto the couch and raped me. of course i was more than willing but as i didn’t have any condoms with me, we didn’t use any. on new years eve 1977, we had a very intense session on the floor at a friend place before going to trafalgar square. it was here that she became pregnant. she didn’t want to have it so i supported her decision and paid for an abortion. this caused us to drift apart and she went back to oporto.
my second paid woman was a lady called lynette. she worked at a “modeling” studio in soho. i think it was £20 to photographs the model. i had looked into this before and they gave you a shitty old camera, so i took my olympus outfit. anyway i took some good photos of her and she then offered extra at £20. as she was attractive, 25 with a good figure but i could tell that she had had children, i decided to accept. but i wasn’t able to take my clothes off, just drop my trouser. she allowed everything but she didn’t do oral and everything was bb. i even managed to make her cum and photograph her with it leaking out of her afterwards. i saw her three times and it was better each time.
so began my quest for better pussy. i had discovered from linda, that sex with love is the best ever and there is nothing to match it. however there is all that stuff that goes with it. communication, thoughtfulness (have you even forgotten an important anniversary or birthday) and all those things that make a relationship work. some, like my parents are very good at those things but i am not. my parents have been married for over 60 years and are still very much in love. i lacked the skills that made a relationship work. often when my partner was angry with me for some reason, often minor, sex was not available. it was almost like the “rewards” of sex was only there if you pleased her. looking at it another way, she only “loved” you if you were a good boy. this i couldn’t understand. i wanted sex at least 7 times a week and often more but this rarely happened. yes at the beginning of a relationship, sex is usually more frequent and intense but this can drop off. i would often mistake a sign of affection as a come on. with my wife of 14 years, who has not been mentioned here, when she came to give me a cuddle, i would get aroused and want to make love, but that usually did not happen. we had two children and i was a good father but too highly sexed. only in the beginning of our relationship could she keep up with me.
she also became more conservative in our sex life. we used to make love all over the house and outside as well, but later she would only have it in bed at night. she was multi-orgasmic and often had up two twenty orgasms in one session. apart from one occasion when we both had brief passionate affairs at the same time, i was faithful, which often meant that i was sexually frustrated. when we had trial separations on a couple of occasions before we finally separated, and in those times i was not faithful. i used paid services as i did not know and still do not know how to pick up women. why did we finally separate? well our whole marriage had really been a lie. she was in love with someone else for a whole marriage and towards the end she went and saw him several times. you can guess what happened then. i felt devastated but that also aroused me. perhaps i would have liked to join them in bed. so ended that relationship. she has remarried but not to him as he was killed in an accident not long after we separated.
so began my earnest quest in the “ultimate” sexual encounter, mostly with paid women. as i have previously stated, sex with love is unbeatable, but some of these paid encounters have come really close. perhaps the most erotic was when a beautiful 38 year old mother guided me into her 17 year old daughter. (here in the new zealand the age of consent is 16.) the mother was a far better lay. it happened on the day challenger exploded.
in my sexual quest over the years, i have had encounter with approximately 400 women, with about 50% of those being without a condom. that is by no means a record nor do i intend it to be. many of these have been a once only encounter because they ware not worth another visit. with about two dozen of the paid ladies, i have had repeat visits because we got on together sexually very well. part of the attraction usually was because it was bb, but it had to be more than that. with a few of these i have had a relationship. some of these bb encounters have been unintentional on the girl’s part, although i never deliberately removed or broke a condom. when i didn’t have a regular, i would often see up to 3 different girls in a week. so it has turned out to be a fairly expensive hobby.
on the health risk side, i have only ever caught one thing of a girl friend and that was nsu. there is another i “caught” but it hasn’t been diagnosed. i caught it of a “high end” streetwalker who took me to her very smart apartment. her pussy did taste a little different but a week or so later, i developed a scum on my usually pink tongue. i tried treating it, first through the chemists, then the doctor, but nothing was effective. this scum caused my teeth to fall apart so i have had false teeth for a while. i was even sent to the infectious disease clinic at the hospital but there was nothing that they could do either. i have had regular checkup and never had anything else and where possible, i will go bb. perhaps my luck will run out some day, but you have to die some day.
if i had the time (and money) i could easily have two different women a day, with of course the help of the big v. i often do not cum not, mainly because i don’t want to. so when i have an hour session with a lady, i make love to her for most of that time. i do not treat them as just something to masturbate in, as i can do that on my own. i treat them as a lady. i like to make them come as well, the more the better. there are two ladies who spring to mind that had at last one orgasm every time we made love and many others that came close.
to my mind, i find that ladies older that 30 make the best lovers. most of the younger ones do not have the experience or the skills to make these brief encounters memorable. there have been exceptions but they are rare. who was my best? it had to be anna, the 38 year old lady who put me inside her daughter. unfortunately, i was only able to see her once. she was a professional who enjoyed her work. and so did her customers! almost all of the others who i would classify in the top group were at , near or above 30.
so since the age of about 8, i had been abscessed with sex. (i intended to use that word although it may sound wrong, it conveys {to me} what i am trying to say.) my condition, which i think is fairly rare, is satarysis. you may need a larger dictionary to look up that word. i had to go to the library. i have probably spent over us$200,000.00 on this quest. has it brought me happiness? no! i just want more and more and .
is there anyone else out there like me. contact me on piper4me@hotmail.com