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Every year or so I seem to have one session that just makes me rethink my "hobbying" habits.
I checked out Craigslist a few times, and was attracted to what appeared to be a "regular" girl doing massages out of her house or as an outcall. Exchanged a few e-mails which seemed innocuous and a small pic which looked passable.
After a few weeks of trying to match schedules, I finally hook up with her in an outcall environment.
Holy shit.
The girl's a fucking mess, massively late, stringy hair, overweight. Honestly looked like she must have been on coke or something worse - bags under the eyes, no ability to focus on conversation. Young enough (probably mid-twenties), but life is obviously not working out too well.
She's naked in under three minutes, and I'm holding back my gag reflex as I lay down for the lame massage. Fortunately, years of "professional" sessions pretty much have me on autopilot.
We switch, and for some ung-dly reason I work her with my finger. She either cums or pretends to, but the whole thing is permeated with a vile stench of untended pussy. I still shudder about the whole thing, and occasionally sniff my finger to see if the smell has been cleansed.
Fuck.
So she starts to work me off, which is a major challenge at this point, and I go through a few of my personal backup sure-fire options before finally settling on my absolute backup last-ditch option (forgive me for not detailing these telling elements of my persona).
Net-net: I'm not sure where this leaves me re: hobbying. It's been over a week and I still shudder when I think of her, and it's affected separate subsequent sexual encounters.
It was also my first "outcall" set-up - I'm pretty well strictly an MP patron. And it's certainly going to be a long time before I try that again.
We forget (or at least I do) that MPs offer a little bit of protection for us: the girls get health tests once a year, which isn't often enough but beats nothing, plus the MP management has to at least have looked at the girls and decided that guys might like them. A weak screen, to be sure, but something.
And of course there's massageplanet.net, for some degree of "I'd hit that" validation.
So at the risk at bringing hell down on my head, but in the spirit of trying to help you avoid my nightmare, the only details I know about the girl is that her e-mail address moniker is "Princess of the World". And yeah, I know her e-mail address, but I can't imagine why you'd want that information proactively.
Ugh.
I checked out Craigslist a few times, and was attracted to what appeared to be a "regular" girl doing massages out of her house or as an outcall. Exchanged a few e-mails which seemed innocuous and a small pic which looked passable.
After a few weeks of trying to match schedules, I finally hook up with her in an outcall environment.
Holy shit.
The girl's a fucking mess, massively late, stringy hair, overweight. Honestly looked like she must have been on coke or something worse - bags under the eyes, no ability to focus on conversation. Young enough (probably mid-twenties), but life is obviously not working out too well.
She's naked in under three minutes, and I'm holding back my gag reflex as I lay down for the lame massage. Fortunately, years of "professional" sessions pretty much have me on autopilot.
We switch, and for some ung-dly reason I work her with my finger. She either cums or pretends to, but the whole thing is permeated with a vile stench of untended pussy. I still shudder about the whole thing, and occasionally sniff my finger to see if the smell has been cleansed.
Fuck.
So she starts to work me off, which is a major challenge at this point, and I go through a few of my personal backup sure-fire options before finally settling on my absolute backup last-ditch option (forgive me for not detailing these telling elements of my persona).
Net-net: I'm not sure where this leaves me re: hobbying. It's been over a week and I still shudder when I think of her, and it's affected separate subsequent sexual encounters.
It was also my first "outcall" set-up - I'm pretty well strictly an MP patron. And it's certainly going to be a long time before I try that again.
We forget (or at least I do) that MPs offer a little bit of protection for us: the girls get health tests once a year, which isn't often enough but beats nothing, plus the MP management has to at least have looked at the girls and decided that guys might like them. A weak screen, to be sure, but something.
And of course there's massageplanet.net, for some degree of "I'd hit that" validation.
So at the risk at bringing hell down on my head, but in the spirit of trying to help you avoid my nightmare, the only details I know about the girl is that her e-mail address moniker is "Princess of the World". And yeah, I know her e-mail address, but I can't imagine why you'd want that information proactively.
Ugh.