Out of curiousity, why do you type out your posts like an odd poem? It makes them harder to read and understand for me.
In response to "These Are the Best Clients"...I bring you "These Are the Best SPs"
- Thread starter WingedHorse
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No we're not insecure at all, what we're telling you is that you do not get to dictate what our sessions should consist of and quite frankly your agenda and childish behaviour on this subject is really starting to show, not to mention your consistent comparison of your idea what your best sp is and how we should all live up to her. You feel for some reason that you get to compare her to ladies you have not even met, nothing like being very judgemental and belittling of other ladies SO9, pretty disrespectful in fact. I USED to respect your opinion but not so much now, in fact I'm quite surprised at how immature you are really being about this. You didn't get your way in the first thread, this is a second one and lo and behold now you've got a third one. Take a deep breath and get over it, because you're looking like an ass, not a best client.
cuteangie
I think when a guy is dreaming of an escort, a night with an escort.
he is not thinking of wine and drinks and pleasant conversation.
I don't know but isn't that the last thing on a guys mind a good conversation and a class of wine when he is thinking about seeing an escort or a dream escort,
and isn't that what this thread is about, the best escort.
and in a guys dreams she is dressed ready and waiting for him and ready to go. and the odd women will deliver that.
And by the way I have had a standing appointent for a supper date, with an sp for years, we do talk and have supper, etc.
every two weeks sometimes it drops to once a week, so believe me i can talk and have a class of wine etc.
the thing is the lady is like you that is what she prefers.
i don't
but i like her,
so she gets her way.
i keep her happy.
i am and want to be her best client.
I see her next week we will have supper,
i have seen her for years.
she can do anything she wants to me for me or nothing at all, and all that will happen is i will say thankyou and same time next week.
im serious we can do nothing physical just talk i will still pay her, and thankher for her time and say next week same thing.
its the relationship that we have,
the friendship that we have.
its the physical as well, i enjoy the physical side of what we do.
but if on the physical side of things it turns out to be a bad session so what, im seeing her next week
guess what it happens.
her fault or my fault at some point its going to happen.
not a big deal.
i think at the price of this hobby, a guy should get what he wants.
the lady i see, doesn't exactly deliver what i want.
we had a fight once, over issues like this.
she is very very lucky,
we are both very very lucky
i do enjoy seeing her and our suppers
i like her body, i enjoy her intimate bits and pieces.
i enjoy exploring my sexuality with her.
and in a sense the trust and friendship that we have. have developed.
if your paying to see an escort with the hopes of making a friend and a good conversation, sorry but your a loser.
But guess what it happens.
No escort is perfect,
It ends up to be the overall package.
The dream escort I described, I was a regular on and off. Nice to enjoy from time to time.
But not something I could do for a standing appoint every week or two for the duration
like i have for years.
I actually do enjoy the supper and conversation, it is the kind of escort i have settled down with.
But is it something we lay awake nights and dream of,
paying well at time getting close to a grand at times, and having supper and drinks,
is it the stuff of reviews.
just curious,
but how would you like it,
if i saw you and i wrote a reveiw,
and paid say a thousand bucks for supper and wine,
and said that for three hours we just talked.
i ran through the shower, and had ten or fifteen minutes of fun and you said it was time to leave.
would you like that as a review.
this hobby is in part fantasy dreams.
like i said we don't dream of nice conversation and wine.
the truth of it is,
reality never lives up to your dreams.
the dream is most ofton better then the real thing.
you got class lady
a hell of a lot of class
lady
i hope you know that
I think when a guy is dreaming of an escort, a night with an escort.
he is not thinking of wine and drinks and pleasant conversation.
I don't know but isn't that the last thing on a guys mind a good conversation and a class of wine when he is thinking about seeing an escort or a dream escort,
and isn't that what this thread is about, the best escort.
and in a guys dreams she is dressed ready and waiting for him and ready to go. and the odd women will deliver that.
And by the way I have had a standing appointent for a supper date, with an sp for years, we do talk and have supper, etc.
every two weeks sometimes it drops to once a week, so believe me i can talk and have a class of wine etc.
the thing is the lady is like you that is what she prefers.
i don't
but i like her,
so she gets her way.
i keep her happy.
i am and want to be her best client.
I see her next week we will have supper,
i have seen her for years.
she can do anything she wants to me for me or nothing at all, and all that will happen is i will say thankyou and same time next week.
im serious we can do nothing physical just talk i will still pay her, and thankher for her time and say next week same thing.
its the relationship that we have,
the friendship that we have.
its the physical as well, i enjoy the physical side of what we do.
but if on the physical side of things it turns out to be a bad session so what, im seeing her next week
guess what it happens.
her fault or my fault at some point its going to happen.
not a big deal.
i think at the price of this hobby, a guy should get what he wants.
the lady i see, doesn't exactly deliver what i want.
we had a fight once, over issues like this.
she is very very lucky,
we are both very very lucky
i do enjoy seeing her and our suppers
i like her body, i enjoy her intimate bits and pieces.
i enjoy exploring my sexuality with her.
and in a sense the trust and friendship that we have. have developed.
if your paying to see an escort with the hopes of making a friend and a good conversation, sorry but your a loser.
But guess what it happens.
No escort is perfect,
It ends up to be the overall package.
The dream escort I described, I was a regular on and off. Nice to enjoy from time to time.
But not something I could do for a standing appoint every week or two for the duration
like i have for years.
I actually do enjoy the supper and conversation, it is the kind of escort i have settled down with.
But is it something we lay awake nights and dream of,
paying well at time getting close to a grand at times, and having supper and drinks,
is it the stuff of reviews.
just curious,
but how would you like it,
if i saw you and i wrote a reveiw,
and paid say a thousand bucks for supper and wine,
and said that for three hours we just talked.
i ran through the shower, and had ten or fifteen minutes of fun and you said it was time to leave.
would you like that as a review.
this hobby is in part fantasy dreams.
like i said we don't dream of nice conversation and wine.
the truth of it is,
reality never lives up to your dreams.
the dream is most ofton better then the real thing.
you got class lady
a hell of a lot of class
lady
i hope you know that
Seems to me to be a lot of dog piling on some of our fellow perberts by those who have some objections to what are really some basic expectations that us, the clients, are hoping to find so that the session that we are paying for to enjoy and escape the lives we lead for an hour or so....why?
There are the basics that are expected to make a session with an sp a 'standard' level of service such as a clean location, clean towels, bathroom...etc with a provider who's also clean, sober and friendly. As well as safe, looks like her current pics, and no hidden upselling. That's the basic, at least for me, standard of service level that I hope to see when I first walk in.
What then is the next level of unexpected service? What is it that would make an sp rise and shine above the other multitude of providers? For me, it's making me feel like I'm the only one in the world at that moment...an appreciation for the fact that I did pick her from many others I could ahve gone to spend my money on instead, and doing her best to confirm that I made the right choice.
Also, since I am a perbite, what sort of online persona do they project in forums, lounges, etc...how they react to reviews, or topics being discussed....helps me decide who to avoid, and who I'd really like to see.
What also makes an Sp rise above the others I've seen and had a rather indifferent opinion about? Easy...her service skills. Such as, can she give a good massage, maybe a little intuition, or empathic ability (no Deanna Troi's need be), of when to begin turning up the heat in a session...and can get into the moment as much as a professional can.
I've seen many providers over the years, and experienced my share of duds and shining jems...and the difference is palpable. I choose carefully as I know what I am looking for in a provider of pleasure, and work hard for the money that I want to use to pay for an hour or so of being away from the outside world...and with some of the responses of the providers who are participating in this particular thread leaves me with a sense that this board once again has provided me with the information that I need to make the proper choices that'll lead me to some relief and relaxation.
And, I also like and appreciate a great set of legs...stockings are fabulous.
There are the basics that are expected to make a session with an sp a 'standard' level of service such as a clean location, clean towels, bathroom...etc with a provider who's also clean, sober and friendly. As well as safe, looks like her current pics, and no hidden upselling. That's the basic, at least for me, standard of service level that I hope to see when I first walk in.
What then is the next level of unexpected service? What is it that would make an sp rise and shine above the other multitude of providers? For me, it's making me feel like I'm the only one in the world at that moment...an appreciation for the fact that I did pick her from many others I could ahve gone to spend my money on instead, and doing her best to confirm that I made the right choice.
Also, since I am a perbite, what sort of online persona do they project in forums, lounges, etc...how they react to reviews, or topics being discussed....helps me decide who to avoid, and who I'd really like to see.
What also makes an Sp rise above the others I've seen and had a rather indifferent opinion about? Easy...her service skills. Such as, can she give a good massage, maybe a little intuition, or empathic ability (no Deanna Troi's need be), of when to begin turning up the heat in a session...and can get into the moment as much as a professional can.
I've seen many providers over the years, and experienced my share of duds and shining jems...and the difference is palpable. I choose carefully as I know what I am looking for in a provider of pleasure, and work hard for the money that I want to use to pay for an hour or so of being away from the outside world...and with some of the responses of the providers who are participating in this particular thread leaves me with a sense that this board once again has provided me with the information that I need to make the proper choices that'll lead me to some relief and relaxation.
And, I also like and appreciate a great set of legs...stockings are fabulous.
Hmmm... That's interesting. See what happens when we read someone's opinions as assertions? Or when someone posts opinions as assertions? In any case, I assert that this is my opinion!
When I have assertions I have to go get a cream from pharmasave...Hmmm... That's interesting. See what happens when we read someone's opinions as assertions? Or when someone posts opinions as assertions? In any case, I assert that this is my opinion!
I think you are making a connection between the best client and best SP, the two are not related, we are talking about individuals here.
A best client is going to go that extra and not expect anything in return.
A best SP is going to go that extra and not expect anything in return.
They do it because they are good people.
As soon as one or the other expects something in return for going that extra mile, they are not really in the "best" category anymore, they are in the "exploitative" category.
The expectations for both parties are spelled out before the session begins. If they go beyond that it should be from the goodness of the heart, not because they expect something extra, nor should they be POed because they didn't get something extra,
The very very best SPs pay attention.
She observes your comfort level. If you need a little extra time to feel comfortable (newbie shyness, etc), she is attentive to that fact, and guides the session accordingly. If she senses that you're ready quickly, she is prepared for that too.
Ok, so a new client brings me a gift. I provide all services as stated on my website he leaves at the exact 30min mark, but I should have given him more time or extra services, because he brought me a gift, otherwise I am not a "good person"?
Sorry, that is how i am interpreting what you wrote. Can you clarify that.
Thanks!!
You don't have to do anything, other than say "thank you", what he does is independent of what you do.
But,
A good client is going to go beyond what they need to do, because they want to create a positive experience for the person they are being intimate with.
Likewise for a good provider.
When someone does more than that is expected of them, without expecting some sort of return gesture, it makes the day just that little bit brighter for the recipient.
Life is not an exchange that has to be measured on a balance so everything is even, one should always be prepared to give more than they receive.
So every guy that comes over with a gift or pre-tips me, deserves more services or more time because he has been so thoughtful and nice to bring me a gift?
Because I certainly start to hate making assumptions and it seems like i am assuming that a gift requires a "return gesture". This is where I am concerned. A simple kiss on the cheek followed by a thank you is what you will get from me.
Regulars are the ones who get all the perks, so if you were to Book again, THEN I would think of a good way to thank you for coming over again.
I guess my concern is the fact that clients are. imho
the service industry, this service is like all services in that when you get the extra nice smile, the free coffee, the mechanic that you took your car to for an oil change tells you s/he found a leaky rad and fixed it no charge, and on and on. Conversely when we get these things sometimes we tip, some don't, some do a bit, some do generously. No one HAS to do anything on either side of these deals. When one does it is great for the one who does because it feels so good to be kind and generous. When both do it lights up the world of both parties because they both know the other party liked what we did, took the time to show appreciation, and would likely enjoy seeing that person again - provided all other aspects were fair dinkum.
Typically the ball is in the service providers court to initiate these things. When a paying customer leads that customer likely has a hope for reciprocation. The more the customer puts into the gift in thoughtfulness or money the more the expectation. Not everyone's expectations are met.
Typically the ball is in the service providers court to initiate these things. When a paying customer leads that customer likely has a hope for reciprocation. The more the customer puts into the gift in thoughtfulness or money the more the expectation. Not everyone's expectations are met.
L
Larry Storch
My take on the subject:
I arrive on time and knock on the door. She does the usual 'hide behind the door' as I enter. I no more than get past the edge of the door when I am stuck from behind and knocked to the floor. She straddles my back and roughly pulls my arms behind my back. I hear the cuffs click closed, almost too tight. She rolls me onto my back, straddles my face and begins riding my mouth; I feel her clit throbbing in my mouth as she reaches her first orgasm.
Glaring down at me she pulls a knife out of the sheath strapped to her upper thigh (God, it looks SO hot!). With practiced ease she snaps it open with a flick of her wrist and holds it to my throat. The cold steel is so sharp I feel it remove a few errant whiskers I missed from my earlier shave. I try to hold back but I'm too far gone and I come in my pants. She hears me moaning and watches as I writhe on the floor.
"That'll cost you extra, now where's my fucking money!?" she growls still astride my jaw.
I mumble something around the sweet mound pressed into my mouth.
She rolls me over and slices open the back pocket of my pants and removes my wallet. I turn my head to the side and see her remove all the cash I have and then my bank card. The look on her face tells me she wants to torture the PIN out of me, but she knows I would enjoy it too much and I am on something of a limited budget. She slips it back into my wallet.
"Next time." she sneers.
She stands up and pulls my arms forward toward my head and I have no choice but to draw my knees up and crawl beside her to her room. It takes about 5 minutes for her to cut my clothes off. The many small nicks draw no blood, but the pin pricks are exquisite.
"I told you to fucking shave!" she yells as she slices off the rest of my underwear.
"Guess I'll have to do it myself!" She stomps off to the washroom and returns with a bowl of HOT water, shaving foam and a straight razor.
"On your knees and spread 'em" she commands.
I'm leaning back with my elbows on the floor, my knees wide and she is splashing the water onto my cock and balls. It's almost too hot. It doesn't burn, but softens the hair and turns my skin red.
She applies the foam and begins gliding the razor over my shaft and scrotum with apparent carelessness, but when she is done my skin is smooth and unmarred. She dips a cup into a fresh bowl of hot water and pours it over the sensitive skin and again it is too much and I come.
"God, I haven't even touched you yet. Calm the fuck down." she hisses at me and pulles me to my feet.
She pushes me onto the bed and begins running her teeth over my cock until I am hard again. She takes a few minutes to chew on the head and shaft to ensure I will stay that way.
"This is for ME! You better not fucking come until I tell you!" she orders and drives herself down onto me.
For the next hour she satisfies herself in various positions while verbally abusing me.
"Okay. NOW you can come." she says as she leaves the room to shower.
I'm helpless, my hands are still cuffed behind me. She returns a few minutes later.
"Well? Did you come?"
I shake my head.
"You really are useless aren't you. Do I have to do it?"
I look at her pleadingly.
She climbs ontop of me and presses her sweet soft slit onto my face and begins biting and scratching my cock and balls. The room begins to spin, my head is swimming and I feel it coming from a mile away. It's too much. I feel her teeth clamp down on the sensitve head and I lose all control. I scream my orgasm into her pussy and the room goes black.
I wake up in the hall way with my shredded clothing in a pile next to me.
I'm already anticipating my next visit.
I arrive on time and knock on the door. She does the usual 'hide behind the door' as I enter. I no more than get past the edge of the door when I am stuck from behind and knocked to the floor. She straddles my back and roughly pulls my arms behind my back. I hear the cuffs click closed, almost too tight. She rolls me onto my back, straddles my face and begins riding my mouth; I feel her clit throbbing in my mouth as she reaches her first orgasm.
Glaring down at me she pulls a knife out of the sheath strapped to her upper thigh (God, it looks SO hot!). With practiced ease she snaps it open with a flick of her wrist and holds it to my throat. The cold steel is so sharp I feel it remove a few errant whiskers I missed from my earlier shave. I try to hold back but I'm too far gone and I come in my pants. She hears me moaning and watches as I writhe on the floor.
"That'll cost you extra, now where's my fucking money!?" she growls still astride my jaw.
I mumble something around the sweet mound pressed into my mouth.
She rolls me over and slices open the back pocket of my pants and removes my wallet. I turn my head to the side and see her remove all the cash I have and then my bank card. The look on her face tells me she wants to torture the PIN out of me, but she knows I would enjoy it too much and I am on something of a limited budget. She slips it back into my wallet.
"Next time." she sneers.
She stands up and pulls my arms forward toward my head and I have no choice but to draw my knees up and crawl beside her to her room. It takes about 5 minutes for her to cut my clothes off. The many small nicks draw no blood, but the pin pricks are exquisite.
"I told you to fucking shave!" she yells as she slices off the rest of my underwear.
"Guess I'll have to do it myself!" She stomps off to the washroom and returns with a bowl of HOT water, shaving foam and a straight razor.
"On your knees and spread 'em" she commands.
I'm leaning back with my elbows on the floor, my knees wide and she is splashing the water onto my cock and balls. It's almost too hot. It doesn't burn, but softens the hair and turns my skin red.
She applies the foam and begins gliding the razor over my shaft and scrotum with apparent carelessness, but when she is done my skin is smooth and unmarred. She dips a cup into a fresh bowl of hot water and pours it over the sensitive skin and again it is too much and I come.
"God, I haven't even touched you yet. Calm the fuck down." she hisses at me and pulles me to my feet.
She pushes me onto the bed and begins running her teeth over my cock until I am hard again. She takes a few minutes to chew on the head and shaft to ensure I will stay that way.
"This is for ME! You better not fucking come until I tell you!" she orders and drives herself down onto me.
For the next hour she satisfies herself in various positions while verbally abusing me.
"Okay. NOW you can come." she says as she leaves the room to shower.
I'm helpless, my hands are still cuffed behind me. She returns a few minutes later.
"Well? Did you come?"
I shake my head.
"You really are useless aren't you. Do I have to do it?"
I look at her pleadingly.
She climbs ontop of me and presses her sweet soft slit onto my face and begins biting and scratching my cock and balls. The room begins to spin, my head is swimming and I feel it coming from a mile away. It's too much. I feel her teeth clamp down on the sensitve head and I lose all control. I scream my orgasm into her pussy and the room goes black.
I wake up in the hall way with my shredded clothing in a pile next to me.
I'm already anticipating my next visit.
Yea pretty certain you are misunderstanding the post.
The gist is this...
A good person doesn't do something above and beyond for a reward, they do it just to do it. Good people actually find doing a good thing the reward in an of itself.
It has nothing to do with reciprocation. As he mentioned this is not a zero sum game.
Because someone likes to give of themselves doesn't mean they are expecting others to give back, however more often than not a giver does gravitate towards those who appreciate (as in genuine thanks nothing more) and do not take for granted. At most they just want to be noticed and acknowledged usually.
Thank you for spelling that out for me. There are times you hope you are wrong and this was one of those (few) times, that I am glad I am wrong.
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Larry Storch
Your welcome.
Please feel free to use it in your next sexual fantasy and post a review. :thumb:
yes this is hijacking
