Lemme think (2 neurons firing...).... Hnnngh.... Oh yes....

Was on a biz trip in the Big D and took the plunge with a 6'1" blonde (40-ish). She referred to herself as the essential Cal Beach Volleyball girl. Booked a two hour session.  

She started me off with body-to-body massage to die for! Her landing strip felt oh-so-good against my butt (just the right amount of scratching)!

Had the first round, and the second, and the third... Was very excited and not nervous at all. Chose an outcall for this first time. Afterwards, decided I could do this again - that was 4 years ago.

Never saw her again, no more trips down there. She has since retired - at least from P411.

In college had a few encounters with "ladies of the night" but it was more of slam bang, thank you maam.  Didn't resort to what I consider serious hobbying until I was in my fifties when I encountered a young woman through a classified ad.  Didn't know anything about TER and I had several encounters with her in her nearby townhouse.  She helped me relax with a glass of wine and a sexual conversation which not only relaxed me, but got me really turned on.  By the time we headed for her bedroom I was horny and ready to go.  I remember starting in mish and then finishing in doggy.  I ended up seeing her a few more times, before finding the TER web site and becoming a member.  From there it was easy.

...55 years old. The provider late 20's. I was nervous but not as much as I'd expected to be. I forgot to put the donation down first. We talked and got along well. After my shower we started kissing then began 69. Next thing I know I'm cummin' in her mouth. I had lasted about 60 seconds. Good thing she was ok with CIM. Spent the rest of the time talking. I placed the donation on her dresser as I dressed to leave. I've seen her a few times since.

with a provider was about 12 years ago.  I'd been desperately trolling around the web, spending money on bogus hook up sites, when I stumbled upon TER.  Thought I'd died and found heaven.  I made a date with a local in her 30s.  Was the first time I'd been naked with anyone besides my wife in maybe 25 years, so I was nervous, but very turned on. My O was so intense she said she thought she'd killed me. Since then I've had so many splendid experiences.  Hobbying has made my life wonderful all over again. And I have my wife's permission and blessing, so there's no need to hide my activities or the money I spend.  Just last week my wife had her first visit with my ATF!!!  But that's another story.

In the days before the sexual revolution and "free sex", I met a stripper.  This was back when there were actually live bands and the strippers had a routine starting with a full length evening gown.  She pointed out that I could have her instead of buying drinks for the other strippers.  She was available after the club closed. Was I nervous and excited?  Hell Yes.  I did my best to cover it up. I followed her to a friend's studio apartment and we got it on on a murphey bed.  Later I learned that drinking in a club before play time did not enhance pleasure.  Still it was a great time and I realized that I did not have to tell a woman love lies to get her into bed.  

I always had an issue with my friends who told girls they loved them just to be able to fuck them on the back seat and then later refer to them as pigs.  I knew these girls and liked them and they were nice girls who certainly weren't pigs.  Meanwhile, I was getting better honest sex with experienced partners and could still look at myself in the mirror without guilt.  I could just have fun dating and let the relationship sex come naturally.  When there was no relationship sex there could always be a call girl.

was in March 2003.  I was beyond nervous.  So nervous I forgot my cell phone at the office.  Not easy to find a pay phone to call her that morning, even then.  Found one, but needed to use a credit card to pay for the call.  Dropped my credit card out the window.  Opened by car door, saw the car, put it in reverse so I could reach it, and smacked my door into a concrete pole. By then I should have seen it as bad karma.  But when I finally met her, it was an amazing experience.  She was fantastic.  If she had not retired she would probably be the only provider I ever met.