So last week I went to an AMP for my first FS experience...asked for someone who had been recommended here.
From the moment she walked through the door she was fantastic. First of all, she was exactly my dream woman in every way...so beautiful, so sweet, so funny... real girlfriend material. She made me feel entirely welcome and was so warm and humorous that any jitters immediately evaporated. Yeah I know...it's what she does for a living, right? But I felt an instant connection and once we talked for a few minutes seemed to be liking me a lot too. I can be damned charming when my Irish is up.
It was disorienting. My rational mind knew that I was paying for her attention and that she was very good at giving it fully. But as the minutes went by and we talked and touched each other, my heart started doing little flip flops.
We very quickly moved from an excellent traditional massage to total naked fun. I won't bore you with details, but we both enjoyed it greatly, and I loved pleasing her as much as she did me. Her body produced an extreme response to my attention (a long, long round of DATY) that she claimed rarely occurred. There was cuddling and pillow talk and all that mushy stuff.
She really seemed to like me, said many flattering things about me, and there was no way to tell if the heart connection was an illusion or not. It didn't matter. What she gave me was priceless, regardless of the depth of her sincerity. She is a person with whom I could enjoy spending many hours, simply as a friend. I don't meet many women I respond that strongly to...and I do meet quite a few women. It's not like I don't get sex elsewhere if I want it...but I don't know anyone like her.
I walked away thinking I just had to see her again and very soon. This could be addictive...I could seriously get attached to this woman. I think maybe I lack the ability to compartmentalize my emotions in a way that seems to be necessary to enjoy what some of you refer to as The Hobby.
She asked me to come and see her again soon. I'm not sure I can stay away, but I can't afford to be a regular....and my heart is seriously at risk. Guess I'm too emotional for this game.
What a girly-boy I am, and proud of it! Hahaha!
From the moment she walked through the door she was fantastic. First of all, she was exactly my dream woman in every way...so beautiful, so sweet, so funny... real girlfriend material. She made me feel entirely welcome and was so warm and humorous that any jitters immediately evaporated. Yeah I know...it's what she does for a living, right? But I felt an instant connection and once we talked for a few minutes seemed to be liking me a lot too. I can be damned charming when my Irish is up.
It was disorienting. My rational mind knew that I was paying for her attention and that she was very good at giving it fully. But as the minutes went by and we talked and touched each other, my heart started doing little flip flops.
We very quickly moved from an excellent traditional massage to total naked fun. I won't bore you with details, but we both enjoyed it greatly, and I loved pleasing her as much as she did me. Her body produced an extreme response to my attention (a long, long round of DATY) that she claimed rarely occurred. There was cuddling and pillow talk and all that mushy stuff.
She really seemed to like me, said many flattering things about me, and there was no way to tell if the heart connection was an illusion or not. It didn't matter. What she gave me was priceless, regardless of the depth of her sincerity. She is a person with whom I could enjoy spending many hours, simply as a friend. I don't meet many women I respond that strongly to...and I do meet quite a few women. It's not like I don't get sex elsewhere if I want it...but I don't know anyone like her.
I walked away thinking I just had to see her again and very soon. This could be addictive...I could seriously get attached to this woman. I think maybe I lack the ability to compartmentalize my emotions in a way that seems to be necessary to enjoy what some of you refer to as The Hobby.
She asked me to come and see her again soon. I'm not sure I can stay away, but I can't afford to be a regular....and my heart is seriously at risk. Guess I'm too emotional for this game.
What a girly-boy I am, and proud of it! Hahaha!