Hi, I've been lurking here for awhile as I contemplate a return to seeing SPs. I grew up here in Winnipeg but have spent 17 years away living all around North America. I've only really been active in this city at the Massage/Bath place on Ellice Ave back in the 90s when I would travel back here for visits.
After looking at the posts here I'm guessing two SPs who I might enjoy would be Sasha or Sharla. Awhile back I made arrangements with Sharla but schedules mismatched at the last minute. That would have been my first visit with an SP in a few years. I've been inactive for the past few years mainly because I've only seen SPs when out of town traveling. In the past I've traveled extensively for work and saw SPs as a great way to meet a woman and relax (guilt free) in cities that were away and separate from my home city and home life. But I'm not traveling any more, and thinking of getting back in the game. It's too much fun not to.
I'm not sure how active I will be here but I thought I might give a summary of my pooning days to date. Some might find it entertaining. It all started for me in Calgary around 1991. I was 25. I was curious of the ads in the Calgary Sun for massage and escorts. It took me a few months to take the dive. I broke my cherry at a place called Airdrie Massage just north of Calgary. I was scared shit-less walking into that place, I had no idea what the protocol was and back then there were no internet resources for guidance. Walking in the door I really had no idea whether I was going to get laid or arrested, which is part of the allure I guess. I was greeted by a petite late 30s/early 40s bleach blond with large fake tits that were barely contained in a cutoff half t-shirt. I remember following her ass as it bounced up the stairs, seeing her bare breasts bobbing out the bottom of her cut-off shirt and thinking "ya, she goes". She sensed my inexperience, gave me a weak massage, told me to flip over, saw my erection, put a 'dome on me, straddled my knob and after bouncing about 10 times it was all over. It was $90 and 15 minutes (tops). I was hooked, of course.
In Calgary I visited numerous places, here are some I remember:
1. Kneaderbodies - massage place, had some OK girls but was hit or miss. My GF at the time (now my wife) thought that place was a therapeutic massage place and actually went there once herself after a car accident. She had the number written down in her address book which always made me smile and twitch a little. Who knows maybe she was busting a nut there too...
2. Some massage place in SE Calgary with Asians. Don't recall the name or location but typical rub & tug. Learned here that a good Asian massage with a handjob is a pretty cool way to spend an hour.
3. Magic Tan. Probably my fave rub & Tug in Calgary. The older chubby Asian mother type there was a riot. She gave a great massage for about $45, her handjobs were excellent, and she always made me laugh. That place also had the occasional GEMs, ie. young 18 or 19 year old rookies that would blow or bang you for a $50 tip. This was back around '93 or '94 I recall. One young girl there would fuck so hard the mamasan would bang on the door and tell you to be quiet. This place was in a small office complex (10th Ave SW??) with a bunch of other businesses.
4. Street Walker - my one and only street experience. Got boozed up somewhere on 11th Ave SW and hailed a cab to scout for sex. Picked up a nice looking young blond near the French Maid who had a room on McLeod Tr just south of downtown. As she was blowing me (unenthusiasticly) I had a moment of clarity and wished I was somewhere else. So I asked her to stop, gave her all the money I had with me (about $200) and left. Since then I've looked at Escorts as sexy willing businesswomen, and streetwalkers as victims of some horrible circumstance. Kind of a weak generalization, I know, but that's what the voices inside my head were saying. Never been back to the streets since.
5. Massage AD in Calgary Sun (Kate). She was mid late 30s with nice perky real tits. She was a real pro. Nice massage and decent services. She made me feel at ease which is important, as I'm not the most outgoing person.
6. First Agency Escort in-call. I spent an exhausting weekend moving myself out of a house. On the last night the entire house was empty. I had just Rug Doctored the carpets, and had a copy of the Sun. I called an agency ad and it was $185 all-inclusive. I think this was around 1992. The woman was barely friendly and uninspired. Well, it was sex for hire in an empty house on a blanket placed over cold wet carpets. How's that for symbolism.
Next up was Vancouver for a couple of years. I was busy with work there but was earning enough to establish my first regular relationship with an independent SP. It was Sweet Peach Amy, a short cute blond with fake tits and a really nice downtown pad. I saw her about 10 times over a course of 4 months or so, and loved the 20 minute walk in the rain to her place. $150 I recall was the honorarium. I enjoyed my time with her, not so much because of outstanding service but because I felt comfortable using an independent in-call. Decided during this time that fake breasts are not all that great. I told her no matter what her previous size was she would have been really attractive. Hers were too big for her frame.
Another memorable escort session in Vancouver was an independent Ad from the local rag in the West End. I remember her because she was really aggressive, which is cool with a smaller woman but she was damn near-Amazon size which kinda freaked me out. We agreed on two pops for $130. She blew me while simultaneously ramming herself with one of those massive dildos that gives guys like me (average, at best) a bit of a complex. I unloaded, then she told me she was going to fuck me. So I said sure, we watched some porn for awhile and then she mounted me and just about put me in the hospital bouncing up and down. That was the first time I'd ever lost my erection during intercourse. I was overwhelmed. She seemed annoyed that she had to remove the condom and deliver BBBJ to get me hard enough again so she could finish the fuck. She reminded me of myself when I'm trying to fix something and things go bad. I get frustrated, but I'll be damned if I won't find someway to fix it. She was weird, but it's experiences like this that drew me to seeing new SPs. It's like Forrest Gump said "you never know what you might get".
My regular Massage in Vancouver was an older East European woman a block or two off Cambie. She was a great massage/handjob and was $85 well spent. She was really nice to talk to, and I always felt relaxed leaving her place. I remember feeling dumb one time asking her for oral, she was strictly rub & tug.
Around 1998 I spent a few weeks working in Scotland and met my all-time favourite. Over the time I was there I had three escorts to my hotel. She was the second. She was about 30, 5'7 and slim (not skinny) with soft natural B-cups. But the thing is she was a cross between the girl next door and a biker chick. She had some tattoos and initially seemed a little rough around the edges...until she showed her nice sweet smile, which was so sexy. The agency sent her over for 90 pounds, which I think was around 130 CAD at the time. She said she needed 30 more pounds for full service, and I told her that was fine. I told her I'd love a massage, and she delivered a decent one that was followed by a CBJ/missionary finish that was enjoyable. I asked her if she'd stay for another round if I doubled her tip to 60 pounds. She smiled and said "SURE". We lay together (hotel beds in UK are the size of fuckin army cots) and she fondled me back to life and started in on a BBBJ the likes of which I have never experienced. It was not so much a porn star like performance, but she was truly having fun licking and sucking me all over, and smiling. Just before uncorking I gave the gentlemanly warning and she just started sucking harder and harder and took it all down, not missing a drop. I was speechless. Without speech. She then kept sucking and licking, and finally came up for more cuddling. At that point I'm not sure what was said but I ended up between her legs eating her out. I felt like that was the least I could do for her at this point. It was no longer an SP experience, it was GFE. The one and only time I've ever felt that way. After 10 mins of "Y" she went on all fours and asked me to fuck her. I got condom #3 (a new personal best with an SP) and slowly fucked her from behind. She started rubbing herself and madly bucking back at me when she came. I've never been the kind to jackhammer away at a woman but that seemed to be what she wanted...so I did. It took me forever to blow, and I found myself collapsed in a heap of sweat with her when I did. Best sex ever. Coming from a married man that's kinda sad, but, that's life. Her name was Eileen.
I'm tired of typing. Maybe more later, that just gets us to 1998. I've got some great Tampa strip club memories that I've always wanted to put in writing.
Oh, and PMs are welcome for local suggestions, I really am looking to get back into action.
Burnam
After looking at the posts here I'm guessing two SPs who I might enjoy would be Sasha or Sharla. Awhile back I made arrangements with Sharla but schedules mismatched at the last minute. That would have been my first visit with an SP in a few years. I've been inactive for the past few years mainly because I've only seen SPs when out of town traveling. In the past I've traveled extensively for work and saw SPs as a great way to meet a woman and relax (guilt free) in cities that were away and separate from my home city and home life. But I'm not traveling any more, and thinking of getting back in the game. It's too much fun not to.
I'm not sure how active I will be here but I thought I might give a summary of my pooning days to date. Some might find it entertaining. It all started for me in Calgary around 1991. I was 25. I was curious of the ads in the Calgary Sun for massage and escorts. It took me a few months to take the dive. I broke my cherry at a place called Airdrie Massage just north of Calgary. I was scared shit-less walking into that place, I had no idea what the protocol was and back then there were no internet resources for guidance. Walking in the door I really had no idea whether I was going to get laid or arrested, which is part of the allure I guess. I was greeted by a petite late 30s/early 40s bleach blond with large fake tits that were barely contained in a cutoff half t-shirt. I remember following her ass as it bounced up the stairs, seeing her bare breasts bobbing out the bottom of her cut-off shirt and thinking "ya, she goes". She sensed my inexperience, gave me a weak massage, told me to flip over, saw my erection, put a 'dome on me, straddled my knob and after bouncing about 10 times it was all over. It was $90 and 15 minutes (tops). I was hooked, of course.
In Calgary I visited numerous places, here are some I remember:
1. Kneaderbodies - massage place, had some OK girls but was hit or miss. My GF at the time (now my wife) thought that place was a therapeutic massage place and actually went there once herself after a car accident. She had the number written down in her address book which always made me smile and twitch a little. Who knows maybe she was busting a nut there too...
2. Some massage place in SE Calgary with Asians. Don't recall the name or location but typical rub & tug. Learned here that a good Asian massage with a handjob is a pretty cool way to spend an hour.
3. Magic Tan. Probably my fave rub & Tug in Calgary. The older chubby Asian mother type there was a riot. She gave a great massage for about $45, her handjobs were excellent, and she always made me laugh. That place also had the occasional GEMs, ie. young 18 or 19 year old rookies that would blow or bang you for a $50 tip. This was back around '93 or '94 I recall. One young girl there would fuck so hard the mamasan would bang on the door and tell you to be quiet. This place was in a small office complex (10th Ave SW??) with a bunch of other businesses.
4. Street Walker - my one and only street experience. Got boozed up somewhere on 11th Ave SW and hailed a cab to scout for sex. Picked up a nice looking young blond near the French Maid who had a room on McLeod Tr just south of downtown. As she was blowing me (unenthusiasticly) I had a moment of clarity and wished I was somewhere else. So I asked her to stop, gave her all the money I had with me (about $200) and left. Since then I've looked at Escorts as sexy willing businesswomen, and streetwalkers as victims of some horrible circumstance. Kind of a weak generalization, I know, but that's what the voices inside my head were saying. Never been back to the streets since.
5. Massage AD in Calgary Sun (Kate). She was mid late 30s with nice perky real tits. She was a real pro. Nice massage and decent services. She made me feel at ease which is important, as I'm not the most outgoing person.
6. First Agency Escort in-call. I spent an exhausting weekend moving myself out of a house. On the last night the entire house was empty. I had just Rug Doctored the carpets, and had a copy of the Sun. I called an agency ad and it was $185 all-inclusive. I think this was around 1992. The woman was barely friendly and uninspired. Well, it was sex for hire in an empty house on a blanket placed over cold wet carpets. How's that for symbolism.
Next up was Vancouver for a couple of years. I was busy with work there but was earning enough to establish my first regular relationship with an independent SP. It was Sweet Peach Amy, a short cute blond with fake tits and a really nice downtown pad. I saw her about 10 times over a course of 4 months or so, and loved the 20 minute walk in the rain to her place. $150 I recall was the honorarium. I enjoyed my time with her, not so much because of outstanding service but because I felt comfortable using an independent in-call. Decided during this time that fake breasts are not all that great. I told her no matter what her previous size was she would have been really attractive. Hers were too big for her frame.
Another memorable escort session in Vancouver was an independent Ad from the local rag in the West End. I remember her because she was really aggressive, which is cool with a smaller woman but she was damn near-Amazon size which kinda freaked me out. We agreed on two pops for $130. She blew me while simultaneously ramming herself with one of those massive dildos that gives guys like me (average, at best) a bit of a complex. I unloaded, then she told me she was going to fuck me. So I said sure, we watched some porn for awhile and then she mounted me and just about put me in the hospital bouncing up and down. That was the first time I'd ever lost my erection during intercourse. I was overwhelmed. She seemed annoyed that she had to remove the condom and deliver BBBJ to get me hard enough again so she could finish the fuck. She reminded me of myself when I'm trying to fix something and things go bad. I get frustrated, but I'll be damned if I won't find someway to fix it. She was weird, but it's experiences like this that drew me to seeing new SPs. It's like Forrest Gump said "you never know what you might get".
My regular Massage in Vancouver was an older East European woman a block or two off Cambie. She was a great massage/handjob and was $85 well spent. She was really nice to talk to, and I always felt relaxed leaving her place. I remember feeling dumb one time asking her for oral, she was strictly rub & tug.
Around 1998 I spent a few weeks working in Scotland and met my all-time favourite. Over the time I was there I had three escorts to my hotel. She was the second. She was about 30, 5'7 and slim (not skinny) with soft natural B-cups. But the thing is she was a cross between the girl next door and a biker chick. She had some tattoos and initially seemed a little rough around the edges...until she showed her nice sweet smile, which was so sexy. The agency sent her over for 90 pounds, which I think was around 130 CAD at the time. She said she needed 30 more pounds for full service, and I told her that was fine. I told her I'd love a massage, and she delivered a decent one that was followed by a CBJ/missionary finish that was enjoyable. I asked her if she'd stay for another round if I doubled her tip to 60 pounds. She smiled and said "SURE". We lay together (hotel beds in UK are the size of fuckin army cots) and she fondled me back to life and started in on a BBBJ the likes of which I have never experienced. It was not so much a porn star like performance, but she was truly having fun licking and sucking me all over, and smiling. Just before uncorking I gave the gentlemanly warning and she just started sucking harder and harder and took it all down, not missing a drop. I was speechless. Without speech. She then kept sucking and licking, and finally came up for more cuddling. At that point I'm not sure what was said but I ended up between her legs eating her out. I felt like that was the least I could do for her at this point. It was no longer an SP experience, it was GFE. The one and only time I've ever felt that way. After 10 mins of "Y" she went on all fours and asked me to fuck her. I got condom #3 (a new personal best with an SP) and slowly fucked her from behind. She started rubbing herself and madly bucking back at me when she came. I've never been the kind to jackhammer away at a woman but that seemed to be what she wanted...so I did. It took me forever to blow, and I found myself collapsed in a heap of sweat with her when I did. Best sex ever. Coming from a married man that's kinda sad, but, that's life. Her name was Eileen.
I'm tired of typing. Maybe more later, that just gets us to 1998. I've got some great Tampa strip club memories that I've always wanted to put in writing.
Oh, and PMs are welcome for local suggestions, I really am looking to get back into action.
Burnam
