So Yelland prompted me to PM my favorite favorite and express my appreciation.

And now I'm waiting...and waiting...for her to message me back about what a swell client I am. And...still waiting.

Think I'll give her a few more minutes.

Come on, folks, you've all been there.

Still...waiting...

Maybe I'll have some coconut water and come back later.

Still haven't heard back from her.

You know, I want to kick this Yelland character right in the butt right now.

Still waiting though.

I'll give her a few more minutes.

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I started perusing the local ads and stumbled across this really sensual looking vamp in Studio City. Been toying with the idea of cruising by the bank and maybe setting up something for later this afternoon.

Or...I could give my favorite favorite a little more time.

She's got a lot on her plate and is probably just busy with errands or something.

Or maybe she's in session with someone.

Guess I'll think it over some more.

Still no word.

Oh, well. I was in disbelief, then fell into depression, got a little angry, did some bargaining with fate which proved fruitless, but now I'm seeing things in perspective and think I'm quite resigned to how things stand.

It is what it is.

Still nothing.

Eureka! Just got the sweetest PM ever from my favorite favorite!!

Today I am a happy man!

Absolute appreciation...

For every weirdo and wanker there are wonderful guys here.
I appreciate all of the intelligent conversations
I REALLY appreciate all the cocktails and the laughs had over them
I appreciate the envelopes. Oh god do I appreciate those life enhancing/sustaining envelopes
I appreciate the respect given and the respect earned amongst us
I love the passion as well as the plain ol lust.
Most of all I appreciate feeling hyper feminine because you're all man.
And what great men indeed

Thank you

I've shared a little of my personal life on this forum and the rough background I come from, living in poverty my whole life and being married 8 years to an abusive man-child that only worked for half of those miserable and isolated years.  

Since becoming a provider early this year, I have taken family vacations across the country and across the world even. I've purchased two cars. I've paid off all debt. I have saved more money than I have ever seen in my lifetime. I've bought gifts for family members that they have wanted their whole lives but could never afford. I've been able to give more than just my time to charity. I've greatly improved the quality of my family's lives. My gratitude extends far beyond the envelope though.

The men, real men that treat me better than any man ever has. With dignity, respect and sometimes even reverence. Y'all have certainly set the bar VERY high for my future husband. I've learned more about self-respect this year than I have in my lifetime. And, more about sex as well, which brings me to my next point.

My lack of experience in this area was short lived thanks to the patient gentlemen I saw the first month. The bedroom confidence I've earned is higher than it's ever been. On top of that, I have had a lot of luck with gentlemen making me experience immeasurable pleasure that far exceeded my expectations when I became a provider. I had always thought men that were good in the sack were so rare that only few women got to experience them. I also thought men were selfish lovers. Boy, was I wrong. Your wives are either really missing out or are very lucky ladies.

I've been wined & dined, been given thoughtful gifts, good advice, been treated like a princess. I've seen more of what Atlanta has to offer in the last 7 months than I have in 4 years of living here. I never in a million years would have thought I could get paid for simply being a sexier version of myself.

And, to the men of the board I have never met and probably never will meet....your advice and insight has served me well. And, your humor and food fights have kept me entertained during long and boring days at my desk.

Thank you,
Stina

My Thank-You

Without providing or any of my clients-  

There would be a child with a dead father (without any benefits) who never gets to see her mother, because she would work 2 crappy jobs just to make ends meets.
This is my child; I am the mother.  As a provider, I have more time, for her. As her mother, I thank you.

There would be an elderly woman, whose family is just "too busy" to deal with her, her onset dementia & altzhiemers, her immobility & other embarrassing issues, she would require in-home-care that she could not afford, and be forced into a nursing home & potentially face abuse.  
This is Grams, my best friends Grandmother. I take care of her. I have lived in her home since 2003. Without the time I have to spend here with her and on her care, I shudder to think of her fate. For this mercy I am privileged to give, that I could not give my own passed on Grandmother (I was too young then.) And this new chance, that my clients enable, I thank you.

For my other family members and friends, who always call me, because they have no idea what to do in an emergency, and I have the ability to & can run to their rescue, on my behalf and theirs, I thank you.

For the "trinkets" (quoting client #9) for the gifts, more luxurious and pricey than I would ever allow myself to purchase for myself. For my silk nighty, my larger than life bottles of perfumes, the countless gift-cards so I can splurge on latte's, the top shelf truffles, fine dinners, exotic foods I had never even heard of, music and tunes new to my ears, for the savory cigars, countless costume pieces...
Yes, I am lucky enough to consider myself slightly spoiled by these super-clients, for they have indeed raised the bar, for clients and civilian men alike.
Careful enough to research me, to know my likes and dislikes. To seek out for me... My treasures!
Some of you far exceeded as gift givers than most of my exes.
I don't expect it, obviously, but gentlemen, I know the taste of it now; Such a treat! For that, I thank you.

 
For being punctual, for being hygenic & trimmed (most* ahem), for being prompt with the sacred envelope... and for all of them (except that one) for being trustworthy enough, I wouldn't have had to count "before-hand." I think all but one is a pretty freaking phenominal ratio!  
For being smavvy, for being honorable, for being amazing men, all around, I commend you, and I thank you, with my deepest grattitude.

For helping me, for guiding me, for relating to me, for stroking my ego, for advising me, for enlightening me, for wanting me, and paying me, for elivating me out of this muck that I see my former peers in...  For constructive critisism, for perspective, for your knowledge, for helping me to become a more professional and better version of myself;  
I thank you.  

For letting me finally feel like it's ok to do nice things for myself (the up-keep stuff!)  
For making me realize I am my own investment, and something worth investing in; For this, I love you all.  
You see something in me, sometimes that I can not see myself.  
For a peek through your eyes, in my reviews, my clients have been so phenominally prolifically talented and ... simply unbelievable.
Erotic literature, sultry and amazing, with me as the star. I have never felt... so sexy in my life.
You harken to my Succubus nature and feed my inner vixen.
For that, I thank you.

Instead of a life of perpetual exhaustion, financial destitution, bordom, stagnation, and general sadness-
I have abounding energy, a little change in my pocket, always ready for the next adventure or self-improvement, and I am actually pretty damn happy!

I owe it to you, my clients.
Thank-you.

If I could buy you a drink made of the most expensive stuff in the world, I would! Cheers to you!