I know—all those macho pooners here, with nerves of steel…
My own nervousness now is VERY mild, compared to the past. But there're times even now when edgy nerves make me give up on an intended poon, sometimes after driving all the way to the location.
It’s as if my nervousness plays a game of emotional seesaw with my sexuality: it’s hard to predict when one will outweigh the other. In fact, it’s often precisely my sense of sexual urgency that makes me feel needy and insecure, which reinforces my nervousness.
What are some plausible sources of pooner nervousness?
1. Fear that this might be one of those disastrous encounters with a stone-cold, antagonistic, rush-rush SP who completely wastes my money.
2. Displaced tensions floating over from other arenas of my life, like job stress, women troubles, money or health concerns and so forth.
3. Performance anxiety where part of my mind worries if Tantalizer is up to producing that solid erection for the condom to stay on.
4. Possibly, hardwired anxiety programmed into us during evolutionary history when most males who tried to get inside a woman for the first time were at risk of being hacked to pieces by jealous rivals or protective family members?
Some forms of pooning are more taxing on my nerves than others. AMPs make me least edgy because I can just go whenever the right mood strikes, and I can count on an Asian SP loving me for ending her tedious wait for a client.
Whenever the connecting process is complex or prolonged—as in the case of Indys—my nerves are more likely to to act up and shift my mood to such an extent that, when the time for consummation comes, I don't feel the way I did when I made the appointment.
I suspect that's why some pooners are no-shows (not me). Some are no doubt far more nervous than I—especially if this hobby puts their family life at risk. But I’m sure many can honestly say, "I'm not nervous." Should I envy them?
Perhaps not. I think if there weren’t a little anxiety mixed in there might be less excitement too. Conquering nervousness always adds to the catharsis of a pooning experience for me.
Do SPs ever get nervous too? I suspect they do, with a new client—especially if he looks like Mr. Grizzly Bear, or it’s an outcall situation to a place other than an upscale hotel.
My own nervousness now is VERY mild, compared to the past. But there're times even now when edgy nerves make me give up on an intended poon, sometimes after driving all the way to the location.
It’s as if my nervousness plays a game of emotional seesaw with my sexuality: it’s hard to predict when one will outweigh the other. In fact, it’s often precisely my sense of sexual urgency that makes me feel needy and insecure, which reinforces my nervousness.
What are some plausible sources of pooner nervousness?
1. Fear that this might be one of those disastrous encounters with a stone-cold, antagonistic, rush-rush SP who completely wastes my money.
2. Displaced tensions floating over from other arenas of my life, like job stress, women troubles, money or health concerns and so forth.
3. Performance anxiety where part of my mind worries if Tantalizer is up to producing that solid erection for the condom to stay on.
4. Possibly, hardwired anxiety programmed into us during evolutionary history when most males who tried to get inside a woman for the first time were at risk of being hacked to pieces by jealous rivals or protective family members?
Some forms of pooning are more taxing on my nerves than others. AMPs make me least edgy because I can just go whenever the right mood strikes, and I can count on an Asian SP loving me for ending her tedious wait for a client.
Whenever the connecting process is complex or prolonged—as in the case of Indys—my nerves are more likely to to act up and shift my mood to such an extent that, when the time for consummation comes, I don't feel the way I did when I made the appointment.
I suspect that's why some pooners are no-shows (not me). Some are no doubt far more nervous than I—especially if this hobby puts their family life at risk. But I’m sure many can honestly say, "I'm not nervous." Should I envy them?
Perhaps not. I think if there weren’t a little anxiety mixed in there might be less excitement too. Conquering nervousness always adds to the catharsis of a pooning experience for me.
Do SPs ever get nervous too? I suspect they do, with a new client—especially if he looks like Mr. Grizzly Bear, or it’s an outcall situation to a place other than an upscale hotel.
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