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There`re some sensible reasons for quitting this hobby. But I can`t help feeling sorry for a newbie who threatens to wimp out after a few letdowns.
Perhaps a guy needs to bring a little more to the table, or the mattress, than just cash. We need to pay our dues to learn the ropes in most endeavors—so why expect successful pooning to be different?
Can`t speak for others in this hobby, but personally I`ve observed myself going through 3 phases:
My fumbling-around phase: My first pooning forays were, frankly, pathetic. The idea of pouncing on a female stranger—freely, merrily, without encountering resistance—took some getting used to. Women had put me through the courtship wringer for most of my life, plus I had a lot of sex-negative upbringing to overcome.
Being able to get aroused with strangers and have an enjoyable romp, often in sub-optimal settings, proved to be a hard-won achievement. I didn’t know about sites like PERB at first and had about a dozen encounters, mostly with SWs, but also a few massage girls and one elite escort. I experienced nervousness, guilt, ill-fitting condoms, erection worries, and a sense of foolishness over paying for sex. Sometimes I actually drove up to an MP and didn’t have the guts to go in.
My going-a-little-crazy phase: It was after a trip to Asia—and encounters with some incredible ladies there—that I gathered the necessary momentum to go full steam ahead. I did the MP circuit for a while, with the goal of visiting every AMP in the Vancouver area.
Having spent most of my life with a sense of sexual scarcity I had a lot of pent-up fantasies to act out. For a while, this hobby became a consuming obsession. I went on pooning binges and got through about 8 grand in a few months. I even developed a silly crush on 2 SPs and repeated over 10 times with each (not something I could imagine doing now; too much like reading the same paper over again).
My grooving-along phase: Now I feel I’ve settled into a pooning style that suits me. I know what this hobby can and cannot offer (lots of sexual variety, yes; emotional intimacy, no). I know what I can comfortably afford, and how to seek out ladies that are likely to offer value.
But I try to meet SPs halfway—arriving well-groomed, with an upbeat attitude and respect for restrictions. I’m usually amused rather than bothered by a lady`s personal quirks. What goes a long way is willingness to ”roll with the punches” and accept an SP on her terms, rather than seeking perfection.
So when someone finds “the pooning world” disappointing, what I want to ask is, “Did you learn the ropes?” I find this hobby has become a dependable euphoria boost, a weekly (or twice-weekly) stress release that helps make me feel exhilaratingly alive.
There`re some sensible reasons for quitting this hobby. But I can`t help feeling sorry for a newbie who threatens to wimp out after a few letdowns.
Perhaps a guy needs to bring a little more to the table, or the mattress, than just cash. We need to pay our dues to learn the ropes in most endeavors—so why expect successful pooning to be different?
Can`t speak for others in this hobby, but personally I`ve observed myself going through 3 phases:
My fumbling-around phase: My first pooning forays were, frankly, pathetic. The idea of pouncing on a female stranger—freely, merrily, without encountering resistance—took some getting used to. Women had put me through the courtship wringer for most of my life, plus I had a lot of sex-negative upbringing to overcome.
Being able to get aroused with strangers and have an enjoyable romp, often in sub-optimal settings, proved to be a hard-won achievement. I didn’t know about sites like PERB at first and had about a dozen encounters, mostly with SWs, but also a few massage girls and one elite escort. I experienced nervousness, guilt, ill-fitting condoms, erection worries, and a sense of foolishness over paying for sex. Sometimes I actually drove up to an MP and didn’t have the guts to go in.
My going-a-little-crazy phase: It was after a trip to Asia—and encounters with some incredible ladies there—that I gathered the necessary momentum to go full steam ahead. I did the MP circuit for a while, with the goal of visiting every AMP in the Vancouver area.
Having spent most of my life with a sense of sexual scarcity I had a lot of pent-up fantasies to act out. For a while, this hobby became a consuming obsession. I went on pooning binges and got through about 8 grand in a few months. I even developed a silly crush on 2 SPs and repeated over 10 times with each (not something I could imagine doing now; too much like reading the same paper over again).
My grooving-along phase: Now I feel I’ve settled into a pooning style that suits me. I know what this hobby can and cannot offer (lots of sexual variety, yes; emotional intimacy, no). I know what I can comfortably afford, and how to seek out ladies that are likely to offer value.
But I try to meet SPs halfway—arriving well-groomed, with an upbeat attitude and respect for restrictions. I’m usually amused rather than bothered by a lady`s personal quirks. What goes a long way is willingness to ”roll with the punches” and accept an SP on her terms, rather than seeking perfection.
So when someone finds “the pooning world” disappointing, what I want to ask is, “Did you learn the ropes?” I find this hobby has become a dependable euphoria boost, a weekly (or twice-weekly) stress release that helps make me feel exhilaratingly alive.
