We have two choices here, folks.
Either we delete and shut this thread down now or we can see how self-controlled members can be in their posts.
We don't believe that the original poster intended this to be an s/p or client bashing thread or even a review thread.
If we can keep it that way - then there may be some value to all parties (including ladies) sharing some angst.
The moderation team will probably be keeping an eye on this thread with special interest, looking for infractions and inappropriate posts.
Post at your peril or not at all.
Thank you Mod-1, and as I like to think of myself as the Perb poster boy for good clean living I would like to tell my story...
The SP of this experience was one I knew very well. She was my first regular and she made special concessions to accomodate my schedule, one being allowed into her home, so we were pretty close and comfortable with each other. She was also the first lady that I found myself having feelings for, now although I have somewhat figured out how to deal with these things with subsequent women, at the time it was strange and worrisome for me so I abruptly stopped seeing her with no explanation or goodbye.
About three years later I went to see her, a few months ago now. A lot had happened in my life, in fact at that particular time I had just come to agreements with the wife on divorce conditions, I was stressed and quite honestly wanted a sympathetic ear and empathetic shoulder to cry on. She was businesslike to say the least, welcomed me professionally and courteously but no real warmth or joy to see me. I was put into a room, showered and waited as per usual.
When she came in there was lots of talk, she was interested and eager to talk. I could hardly get a word in edgewise as she went to work massaging my back, she is known for exceptional massage skills. The conversation came around to the 'whats new with yous' and I told her the story, she didn't really have any consolations for me, the massage became very lacklustre and the cue for me to change subjects was when she leaned in close to whisper in my ear...."you're a fucking idiot!"
So I flipped and suggested the condom, she applied it clinically and when I reached for a breast she recoiled and said NO, no touching anymore! No licking, kissing, touching or anything anymore. She had completely altered her restrictions, I was lucky to get the tip moistened before she just laid back nonchalantly waiting for me. I scooched her to the edge and stood with her legs on my shoulders, and she continued with small talk stuff like so hows work, where ya livin, hows the family, lousy weather lately huh??... I was having trouble keeping it together so onto the table for some close contact mish that I thought would keep her quiet, but no it was only more of the don't touch me theres, stay back a bit, watch your hand there, cum for me, no seriously you have to cum now.... OK, so I flipped her into doggy and willed myself to cum as quick as I could without horrifying this poor woman anymore. She was quick to clean herself up and I was left to barehand and balloon tie my own junk all the while trying to reconcile some good will and understanding between us....She strutted to the door to leave me to my own devices with one final hair flip laugh and an exasperated "you are such a fucking idiot!", and attitude of thanks for coming, come again when you cant stay so long send off.
It was my worst session last year, I won't repeat. Strangely though, I kinda think back to it fondly now....she was right you know.
