Memorable moments
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First CL experience was absolutely out of this world. It will stick with me forever. It was when girls were posing naked and showing everything in the ads. So it has to be around 16-17 years ago.
The girls name was Elisabeth. Her ad sticks in my mind till this day. “What a Nice day, let’s play!”. She was a pale skinned voluptuous brunette. I was super paranoid that I was gonna be busted. It took me days to gather the courage to make the call. Met her at the Jericho inn on rte 25 in westbury.
I walked up to the door ready to be walked out in cuffs. Instead , I get greeted by huge breasted cute early 20’s provider wrapped in just a towel. And she ripped it off and dfk’d me . For 200 , I did everything 2x . Anal, DFK, 69, missionary , doggie. It was way over an hour. I wanted to keep her. Saw her twice and then she vanished.
She’s just a fond memory now.
The girls name was Elisabeth. Her ad sticks in my mind till this day. “What a Nice day, let’s play!”. She was a pale skinned voluptuous brunette. I was super paranoid that I was gonna be busted. It took me days to gather the courage to make the call. Met her at the Jericho inn on rte 25 in westbury.
I walked up to the door ready to be walked out in cuffs. Instead , I get greeted by huge breasted cute early 20’s provider wrapped in just a towel. And she ripped it off and dfk’d me . For 200 , I did everything 2x . Anal, DFK, 69, missionary , doggie. It was way over an hour. I wanted to keep her. Saw her twice and then she vanished.
She’s just a fond memory now.
I was debating on posting this not knowing if would fit this thread mods if not I understand....
A few weeks ago I searching personal ads on non tradtional site. Came across this one ad. It was not your basic provider ad but more like a personal ad with extras. I emailed her asking I would lke to know more about what you are offering she emailed back Lonely woman looking for intimate encounters emailed back nad so on finally set a meet we will at a hotel she will order room I was to pay half and small donation ok get there get room she opened door and to my shock it was on of my workers wife she turned and cried the rest is long but in the end I just coulld not so I paid for the roomand gave her some extra cash to help out for awhile.
A few weeks ago I searching personal ads on non tradtional site. Came across this one ad. It was not your basic provider ad but more like a personal ad with extras. I emailed her asking I would lke to know more about what you are offering she emailed back Lonely woman looking for intimate encounters emailed back nad so on finally set a meet we will at a hotel she will order room I was to pay half and small donation ok get there get room she opened door and to my shock it was on of my workers wife she turned and cried the rest is long but in the end I just coulld not so I paid for the roomand gave her some extra cash to help out for awhile.
I only had one stay in a hospital in my life but it was enough to keep me away.
Anyway, I mentioned in another thread being dosed with a bad clinical IV of some derivative of an opioid or morphine or whatever it was, and turning blue and my vitals tanking and literally almost experiencing death by lethal injection.
But, in that same hospital stay, overseas in Asia, perky junior must have confused all the cute Asian nurses running around, with an AMP, or an Asian brothel that he is more accustomed to.
But, he did not take note of the fact that there was a urethral Foley catheter smashed right up through his urethra and into the bladder for draining urine.
But, doing what he does for a living, he was fighting the system and pulling boners all night with that rigid tube in the penis and it was getting really uncomfortable, the rigid tube and stinging and the boners.
I put up with it for about 8 hours and in the wee morning hours after midnight, I decided that enough is enough and I wanted to rip out the catheter and I made some half-assed attempts to release it, but stopped short because of the pain, and better judgment urged me to talk to the Asian nursing staff about removal. (junior got even harder)
Anyways, approached the desk in pain and told them it’s gotta go. And, I get something like nobody is available at the time, and be patient like all the rest of the patients on the floor and before you know it, in six short hours, a qualified specialist in catheter removal will release it.
I went back to my bed, mulled it over, re-evaluated the discomfort, concluded that “six short hours,” is just too long.
I went back to the head nurse and told her to find somebody fast or I will undertake the procedure myself.
Got a pissy annoyed look, like “these barbarian westerners, always demanding, without discipline, and without respect for our system.”
Within an hour, they got a nurse, and junior was still partially inflated, and I did smile a twist as she grabbed my partially erect penis, but she failed to see the levity in the situation. She just grabbed the shaft firmly and mercilessly yanked full force. (I should have done it myself)
Let’s just say that that painful withdrawal wiped the shit-eating-grin off of my face, as I clutched and comforted junior.
He was sore for a while, but managed to recover.
Anyway, I mentioned in another thread being dosed with a bad clinical IV of some derivative of an opioid or morphine or whatever it was, and turning blue and my vitals tanking and literally almost experiencing death by lethal injection.
But, in that same hospital stay, overseas in Asia, perky junior must have confused all the cute Asian nurses running around, with an AMP, or an Asian brothel that he is more accustomed to.
But, he did not take note of the fact that there was a urethral Foley catheter smashed right up through his urethra and into the bladder for draining urine.
But, doing what he does for a living, he was fighting the system and pulling boners all night with that rigid tube in the penis and it was getting really uncomfortable, the rigid tube and stinging and the boners.
I put up with it for about 8 hours and in the wee morning hours after midnight, I decided that enough is enough and I wanted to rip out the catheter and I made some half-assed attempts to release it, but stopped short because of the pain, and better judgment urged me to talk to the Asian nursing staff about removal. (junior got even harder)
Anyways, approached the desk in pain and told them it’s gotta go. And, I get something like nobody is available at the time, and be patient like all the rest of the patients on the floor and before you know it, in six short hours, a qualified specialist in catheter removal will release it.
I went back to my bed, mulled it over, re-evaluated the discomfort, concluded that “six short hours,” is just too long.
I went back to the head nurse and told her to find somebody fast or I will undertake the procedure myself.
Got a pissy annoyed look, like “these barbarian westerners, always demanding, without discipline, and without respect for our system.”
Within an hour, they got a nurse, and junior was still partially inflated, and I did smile a twist as she grabbed my partially erect penis, but she failed to see the levity in the situation. She just grabbed the shaft firmly and mercilessly yanked full force. (I should have done it myself)
Let’s just say that that painful withdrawal wiped the shit-eating-grin off of my face, as I clutched and comforted junior.
He was sore for a while, but managed to recover.
Ahhh man that's terrible.
Some of the memorable moments in the hobby have usually been about providers that I really liked and found out something about them as people.
I knew a provider named Monica, who I used to go see at a place on 48 Street in Manhattan. You needed a secret code so they knew you over the phone which they gave to you at some point. She was a busty honey brown haired girl who I enjoyed so much seeing. She was a playful type, and sometimes a tease too. I asked her to stick her tongue out one time to add a little sexiness to something which we were doing. She did it, but she did it more like Bugs Bunny than a porn star. Well we both cracked up a little after that.I f I remember, I wound up putting it between her beautiful melons for a pearl necklace finish.
Some time later, I ran into her on the F train. We both were not in a situation to be in any personal jeopardy or disclose our relationship, so we chatted a bit. It turned out she was on her way to her law school class. Go figure! These girls could be anything!
Another lady I was seeing sometimes at the same place was called Morgan. She was an auburn haired doll. So young, so pretty, so classy too I felt. I dreamed of meeting her outside, but it never came to pass. One time I went over pretty late; way past midnight. We found up falling asleep in each others arms, It was nice to open your eyes and see her there. They forgot about us I guess. Someone had told me she was a classically trained opera singer. I asked her about it, and she sang a little and I was astounded. I have no idea what happened to her. I was on and then off with the hobby, so I probably lost contact with her during times when I wanted to stay away for a while. These girls could be anything!
I knew a provider named Monica, who I used to go see at a place on 48 Street in Manhattan. You needed a secret code so they knew you over the phone which they gave to you at some point. She was a busty honey brown haired girl who I enjoyed so much seeing. She was a playful type, and sometimes a tease too. I asked her to stick her tongue out one time to add a little sexiness to something which we were doing. She did it, but she did it more like Bugs Bunny than a porn star. Well we both cracked up a little after that.I f I remember, I wound up putting it between her beautiful melons for a pearl necklace finish.
Some time later, I ran into her on the F train. We both were not in a situation to be in any personal jeopardy or disclose our relationship, so we chatted a bit. It turned out she was on her way to her law school class. Go figure! These girls could be anything!
Another lady I was seeing sometimes at the same place was called Morgan. She was an auburn haired doll. So young, so pretty, so classy too I felt. I dreamed of meeting her outside, but it never came to pass. One time I went over pretty late; way past midnight. We found up falling asleep in each others arms, It was nice to open your eyes and see her there. They forgot about us I guess. Someone had told me she was a classically trained opera singer. I asked her about it, and she sang a little and I was astounded. I have no idea what happened to her. I was on and then off with the hobby, so I probably lost contact with her during times when I wanted to stay away for a while. These girls could be anything!
Went to a spot with friend over a strip bar in Jamaica a few Presidents ago. Waiting for girls to come out and out corner of my eye I see girl run in back room and my friend follows her. Comes back and wants to leave. I’m like wtf ? She was his uncle’s girlfriend. You never know who you could run into. No he didn’t do her he gave her the Dr phil talk. I caught her one day and she gave me a discount go figure.
I met a cute girl that lived across the street from a friend. Go over and start talking to her. Never forget during that first convo she told me her father stabbed her mother and killed her while she was holding her in her arms………….. What did she do for a living. Stripper holy smoke 18 tight body crazy moves on stage I picked her up a few times from that crazy strip joint in Bronx.
On two occasions I rode the bus with my SO and a distinctly different provider sitting either next to me or in close proximity to my SO and myself.
On one occasion, we three lined the back row of the bus, my SO on my right, and my long time provider on my left, with me smack in the middle. (not my idea of a ménage a trois) She kept cool and discreet. Nice girl. Looked at her phone and got off at her appropriate destination.
On the other occasion, with a non-discreet girl who actually did not size up the situation quickly and was about to make an attempt to talk to me.
My SO did not catch it, but my SO’s girl friend, childhood friend and confidant for over 40 years, caught something being awry. Nice lady. She kept her mouth shut.
And the provider was laughing and yakking to her friend about the situation possibly within earshot of my SO and my SO’s girlfriend.
(small world; isn’t it?)
And, this was in an area, far from my home, and far from the red light district where the girls worked.
On one occasion, we three lined the back row of the bus, my SO on my right, and my long time provider on my left, with me smack in the middle. (not my idea of a ménage a trois) She kept cool and discreet. Nice girl. Looked at her phone and got off at her appropriate destination.
On the other occasion, with a non-discreet girl who actually did not size up the situation quickly and was about to make an attempt to talk to me.
My SO did not catch it, but my SO’s girl friend, childhood friend and confidant for over 40 years, caught something being awry. Nice lady. She kept her mouth shut.
And the provider was laughing and yakking to her friend about the situation possibly within earshot of my SO and my SO’s girlfriend.
(small world; isn’t it?)
And, this was in an area, far from my home, and far from the red light district where the girls worked.
Bricktop, I originally read your post and did not get the first sentence, and thought that it was just a misprint or I just didn’t get the point, and moved on to the second sentence and figured that was the main point.
But, realizing that you are a man that gets to the point and does not waste words, I looked up “sounding” in the urban dictionary and realized your point.
I was completely ignorant of the population of men that actually insert vibrating rods into their penis for pleasure.
And, further, that it is an actual modern medical procedure used in modern western medicine.
And the whole “vibrating rods” up the penis medical technique sounds more like something that might be performed by a ritualistic shaman holy man, clothed sparsely in a loin cloth in a sanctified ancestral mountain cave before an open fire, chanting “AUM.”
To find out that this is actually used in accepted modern medicine, suddenly makes me feel vindicated, in that some of my supposed unorthodoxed holistic treatments suddenly seem normal when compared to vibrating rods inserted into a patient’s penis, tingling “Amazing Grace” in the Mayo Clinic.
My, my, my, amazingly how life comes full circle.
But, realizing that you are a man that gets to the point and does not waste words, I looked up “sounding” in the urban dictionary and realized your point.
I was completely ignorant of the population of men that actually insert vibrating rods into their penis for pleasure.
And, further, that it is an actual modern medical procedure used in modern western medicine.
And the whole “vibrating rods” up the penis medical technique sounds more like something that might be performed by a ritualistic shaman holy man, clothed sparsely in a loin cloth in a sanctified ancestral mountain cave before an open fire, chanting “AUM.”
To find out that this is actually used in accepted modern medicine, suddenly makes me feel vindicated, in that some of my supposed unorthodoxed holistic treatments suddenly seem normal when compared to vibrating rods inserted into a patient’s penis, tingling “Amazing Grace” in the Mayo Clinic.
My, my, my, amazingly how life comes full circle.
Adding some Memorable Excuses to the thread-
Buddy of mine strolls in 5 am ( after a night of drinking and mongering) and passes out on kitchen floor only to be discovered by his wife, wondering why he never made it to bed. Left the house the previous morning in a suit and tie.
He was missing his dress socks and undershirt- Carelessly left at a gals place.
Poorly tried to explain he stepped in a puddle and had to throw away his socks.
The tee shirt— Needed to wipe his ass after taking a crap in the LIRR bathroom - there was no paper left.
Yea- some stuff ya can’t make up.. I laughed for days
He was divorced within 6 months
Buddy of mine strolls in 5 am ( after a night of drinking and mongering) and passes out on kitchen floor only to be discovered by his wife, wondering why he never made it to bed. Left the house the previous morning in a suit and tie.
He was missing his dress socks and undershirt- Carelessly left at a gals place.
Poorly tried to explain he stepped in a puddle and had to throw away his socks.
The tee shirt— Needed to wipe his ass after taking a crap in the LIRR bathroom - there was no paper left.
Yea- some stuff ya can’t make up.. I laughed for days
He was divorced within 6 months
I have two. Will have two separate posts.
Around 4 years ago I was in London and just started a session at a provider's apartment when my wife called. She wanted to talk about scheduling our meeting for a parent teacher conference. I did not do this on purpose but it gave me a chance at realizing a sexual fantasy of my. I told my wife I was in a restaurant with my team (it was around 5PM in London which made sense) so I can justify any background sounds related to the provider. I then arranged the provider to give me a BBBJ while I spoke to my wife about the schedule. She thought it was pretty much and gladly helped in taking part in this. The call lasted around 5 minutes but I must have had the largest hard on in a long time while I was being sucked of and talking to my wife. The provider was trying to be funny and did her best to get me to cum while I on the phone with my wife to get me in trouble. She made various noises to try get my wife so be suspicious but my wife just wrote whatever she heard off as normal restaurant background noise which was also an emotional high for me. After the call was over the provider and I had such a laugh with each other before going back to making out, BBBJ and then CIM. For my wife it was just another regular call with me that she has perhaps once every business trip I make. For me a memory of a lifetime.
Around 4 years ago I was in London and just started a session at a provider's apartment when my wife called. She wanted to talk about scheduling our meeting for a parent teacher conference. I did not do this on purpose but it gave me a chance at realizing a sexual fantasy of my. I told my wife I was in a restaurant with my team (it was around 5PM in London which made sense) so I can justify any background sounds related to the provider. I then arranged the provider to give me a BBBJ while I spoke to my wife about the schedule. She thought it was pretty much and gladly helped in taking part in this. The call lasted around 5 minutes but I must have had the largest hard on in a long time while I was being sucked of and talking to my wife. The provider was trying to be funny and did her best to get me to cum while I on the phone with my wife to get me in trouble. She made various noises to try get my wife so be suspicious but my wife just wrote whatever she heard off as normal restaurant background noise which was also an emotional high for me. After the call was over the provider and I had such a laugh with each other before going back to making out, BBBJ and then CIM. For my wife it was just another regular call with me that she has perhaps once every business trip I make. For me a memory of a lifetime.