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VOO-doo 607 reads
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I have two.  

The first is from my agency days. A guy asked me, in complete seriousness, if I'd ever fucked any animals. He exactly say it like that… “Toys? Midgets? Other women? “, and then, as if it were a logical progression, “Animals?” His eyes  widened as if eager to hear tales of my sexy animal escapades. I know that is somewhat common in certain rural areas, including (according to myth) Ireland, my ancestral homeland, but still….a completely strange topic to bring up to an upper-middle class American girl who spent her life in suburbs and New York City. This same guy ended up trying to stick a g-spot massager up my ass (you know, one of those toys w/a big bulb at the end...NOT meant for the ass, or at least not the average ass). Completely nuts.  

The second is from my pre-TER days, when I was VERY new to the business. I was working for this UTR madam who had an incall apartment. This guy apparently did a TON of coke and then would freak out. I was a little late getting to her apartment due to traffic or some such thing. When I got there, the guy was crawling on the floor, looking behind curtains, under the bed, behind dressers, everywhere. When I tried to speak, he said, "SSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!" He just motioned to me, or told me (I forget) to help him look. Not knowing what else to do, I joined him in the silent pantomine of checking the corners of the room and nodding seriously when he told me to stop moving and be quiet.  

The madam was making furious gestures at me to get him in the bedroom, NOW! Apparently, the trick was to get this guy to come before he freaked out, then BOLT!!! I missed the deadline, and the memo. I only learned that later from a girl I befriended, who'd seen the same dude.  

As we were canvassing the place, he suddenly flew out of the apartment and started running up and down the hallways of the apartment building. It was a doorman building and fairly posh. The madam just told me to leave at that point, it was better that I not be there. Nothing I'd ever done up to that point, had prepared me for something like that. Luckily, I never confronted a situation like that again.

Will share mine...

Used to meet a stripper after hours and she was a regular of mine. She was fired from the club and tried her hand at being an independent.  

I got a text from her one late night (around 2AM) asking me if i was interested in dropping by to her place for fun. Me being an horny bastard was at her "new" place around 2:45AM or so...It was a townhouse like setting with tons of neighbors around. They had this motion sensor lighting and the place lit up like 4th of July the moment I stepped inside the area.

One old lady holding a walking stick came out and asked what I am doing here with a stern voice and her cell phone ready to dial 911. Just them the stripper (wearing a revealing bikini) rushed out and pulled me in by hand and shouted back to the old lady "NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS"...

I am already shitting in my pants at this time (I was 24 and looked like a punk). The stripper was stoned to the hilt and she asked if I had the money. I gave it to her and we got down to business, about 20 mins in - she said that she has "ordered" pot and her friend will be here any minute now. She said that he is cool and I am free to stay and join them in the party.

I was already waiting for the cops to break in anytime and should have left already. This was the final straw, I gathered my clothes and ran like a madman to the car and that was it.  

I am sure you guys have more action in yours: pimps, guns, LE chases etc...would love to hear them this Halloween...

But i am telling you, a nosy old lady, carrying a walking stick and a cell phone can send the same shivers as a pimp with a gun.

Happy Halloween Folks!!

GaGambler1183 reads

My buddy and I were leaving a casino in the "Waikiki" section of Cartagena at about 2 AM back when Colombia was a rather dicey place to be, especially for gringos (or even a "chingo" like me) grabbed a cab and asked him my very bad Spanish "Donde esta(n) las chicas?"

Well he took us past what is known as the "historical section" which is the old part of town, deep into one of the worst barrios I had even been to, picture going "up the hill" in Rio, where gringos go up, but they don't come back.

AAR we pull up to this "casa" and there is a fucking guy with a "AK" patrolling the front of the house. Now machine guns were a pretty common sight in Colombia back then, but usually in the hands of soldiers, not gangsters guarding whore houses. My buddy at first refused to get out of the cab, but I convinced him that if we were going to die that night I would much rather go out with a drink in my hand and chica on my arm that die sniveling in the back of a Colombian taxi cab. lol

I am positive we were the first gringos ever to be in this place who weren't either CIA or drug runners, no one spoke even a word of English, and my Spanish was even worse then than it is now, but alcohol has a way of making everything ok, and after buying everybody in the place drinks and fucking a couple of chicas apiece, it turned into one of the more fun nights I have ever had in any country. Would I go back? Hell fucking no, but I had a great fucking time that night, and more importantly I lived through it.

GaGambler775 reads

too much in Spanish would actually be "demasiado" as in "quieres demasiado" which would mean "you want too much" in English. Or I guess you could simply respond "eres tu loca? which I am sure you can figure out, but just in case, it means "are you crazy?"

My Spanish still sucks, but I do have the important stuff down, How to get drunk, fed and laid takes take of most of my needs, not necessarily in that order of course. lmao

on a visit to a market place in Mexico on my first visit there way long ago.

It seemed to work pretty well too.

I've seen where hookers have done so, but I've never seen one from a prolific john such as yourself. If this story is any indication of your mongering lifestyle, it would be a pretty interesting read.

the old biddy with the cell phone might have been her doubles partner!

But here's mine, and I dare anyone to come up with a scarier scenario:

I open the hotel room door and see my wife standing there.  (No, she wasn't the gal I was expecting.  She saw my car parked outside the hotel and got the front desk to give her the room number.)

Yadda, yadda, yadda, she caught me again.

Yadda, yadda, yadda, she said fine, do what you want and I'll get my own boyfriends too.

Yadda, yadda, yadda, divorce papers.

I was just about to call you, honey, and live out one of my fantasies with you!

"The agency told me that they were sending an Asian woman."*

It would still have been justifiable homicide, but it would have been worth it.  Talk about a killer performance.

*And yes, I cribbed this from Seinfeld.

Star Trek, yes!   Looks like your experience is just another example of how even the most seemingly devastating experience in life can turn into wonderful outcomes!

brcforest894 reads

Posted By: mrfisher
the old biddy with the cell phone might have been her doubles partner!

I open the hotel room door and see my wife standing there.  (No, she wasn't the gal I was expecting.  She saw my car parked outside the hotel and got the front desk to give her the room number.)

WOW! More please. That's an incredible opening. I mean you must have been caught quite off guard. What did she open with?

OldCodger790 reads

I made an appointment for a FBSM with a gal who has several (20+) reviews on TER.  Some of the reviews indicated she is rather "controlling", and boy did I find out.

I gave her a new $100 bill as part of the donation and got comfortable face down on her massage table.  Then she came storming into the room SHOUTING "Get your ass out of here!  Who do you think you are, giving me counterfeit money?  I have 911 programmed into my phone.  This gun is loaded and the safety is off" - all the while waving a handgun at me.  Those probably weren't her exact words, but you get the picture - she was a wild crazy woman!!!

I offered to give her some $20's - no deal.  I asked for the counterfeit bill back - no deal.  As I'm trying to get dressed to get out of there, she's attempting to take my picture with her phone, all the while haranguing me verbally with both physical threats and threats what she will do if I try to come back or write a review.  I was so scared I about filled by britches, but it has been over 6 months now and there have been no repercussions on any site I can find so I think -I hope - she did not get a good picture of me.  I still don't know for sure if the $100 was counterfeit, but I did have another one refused at a store soon after that.  So, I take no issue with whether it was or was not good money, but I really do take issue with her response as it was REALLY over the top.

I've shared this experience with a couple of providers I have seen since then, and both of the strongly encouraged me to write a review of my experience - as a favor to the hobby community.  I still cringe at the thought of re-activating her anger, as she strikes me as one CRAZY bitch.  Any comments?  What would you do?

unless this experience was within the last 90 days, you can't write a review.  This gal is a nut, I'd probably just let sleeping dogs lie.  You don't know what kind of shitstorm you might start by reviewing her anyway.

Swim

Distinction among the subdivisions of BDSM[edit]

The term "Sadomasochism" has been loosely used to refer to the entire umbrella of BDSM. However, this is not accurate as BDSM is a shorthand for the three main subdivisions of the culture: B&D (bondage and discipline), D/s (dominance and submission), and S&M (sadism and masochism).

Bondage and discipline usually involves either physical or psychological restraint, formalized service or punishment, and sometimes sexual role playing, such as costumes

I follow a LA SW to her dingy hotel room. I don't even have my pants down and out of nowhere her boyfriend/pimp suddenly comes through the door carrying a small caliber revolver. He attempts to roll me for more money. Luckily I had it hid and he wasn't very good or thorough at his nefarious game.

VOO-doo608 reads

I have two.  

The first is from my agency days. A guy asked me, in complete seriousness, if I'd ever fucked any animals. He exactly say it like that… “Toys? Midgets? Other women? “, and then, as if it were a logical progression, “Animals?” His eyes  widened as if eager to hear tales of my sexy animal escapades. I know that is somewhat common in certain rural areas, including (according to myth) Ireland, my ancestral homeland, but still….a completely strange topic to bring up to an upper-middle class American girl who spent her life in suburbs and New York City. This same guy ended up trying to stick a g-spot massager up my ass (you know, one of those toys w/a big bulb at the end...NOT meant for the ass, or at least not the average ass). Completely nuts.  

The second is from my pre-TER days, when I was VERY new to the business. I was working for this UTR madam who had an incall apartment. This guy apparently did a TON of coke and then would freak out. I was a little late getting to her apartment due to traffic or some such thing. When I got there, the guy was crawling on the floor, looking behind curtains, under the bed, behind dressers, everywhere. When I tried to speak, he said, "SSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!" He just motioned to me, or told me (I forget) to help him look. Not knowing what else to do, I joined him in the silent pantomine of checking the corners of the room and nodding seriously when he told me to stop moving and be quiet.  

The madam was making furious gestures at me to get him in the bedroom, NOW! Apparently, the trick was to get this guy to come before he freaked out, then BOLT!!! I missed the deadline, and the memo. I only learned that later from a girl I befriended, who'd seen the same dude.  

As we were canvassing the place, he suddenly flew out of the apartment and started running up and down the hallways of the apartment building. It was a doorman building and fairly posh. The madam just told me to leave at that point, it was better that I not be there. Nothing I'd ever done up to that point, had prepared me for something like that. Luckily, I never confronted a situation like that again.

Back at my hotel we get down to it.  They're babbling to each other in Spanish while they suck my cock.  They seem to like it.  Then one says to the other, "Let's cut it off and take it home as a sex toy!"  The other jumps up, runs to the kitchen and returns with a 9-inch knife.  At least she's sane enough to have the blade pointed away from me as she pretends to saw off my schlong.
At that point I tell them to cut the crap and get down to it or my cock won't be good for anything anyway.  After that we had fun and even made a short porno with one of the girls' phones.
When Gambler found out I'd been with hotter of the two he told her he'd never see her again because she'd fucked the likes of me.  What a prick!
Of course, he relented.

Cocked gun to my head threatening to blow my brains out.

Olangapo, PI, 1970.

Not the first or last time I had that experience but the first with a provider.


-- Modified on 10/31/2014 8:04:26 PM

What would I do if he were to hurt me.  

Mind you at this point in time I was naked and it was my in call. He was naked too.  

What this guy did not know was my martial arts background and the fact that I did have a weapon handy.  

I excused myself and brought back my nunchucks. Nothing like giving a demo naked but I did let this guy know that with the right moves I could fracture his skull and did he want his family called after he was carted off to hospital. I was shitting my pants inside but I think this prick wanted to see if I got scared, I'll bet that his deal was to get off on the fright factor.

I told him to get dressed and get out, all the while twirling those puppies well within reach of nailing his head.  

Everything in me wanted to hit him so hard he was sent into next week.

AreYouKiddingMe871 reads

I grew up watching Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies, always had the hots for the martial arts ladies that generally play their sister or lady love roles.

I would love to see a naked girl show her nunchucks skills and have a role-play fantasy session...

I think you should get one in rubber and add it to your toylist :)

P.S: I have a 6th degree black-belt in Taekwondo and a martial arts role-play is one of my bucket-list fantasies...

Posted By: hbyist+truth=;(
What would I do if he were to hurt me.  
   
 Mind you at this point in time I was naked and it was my in call. He was naked too.  
   
 What this guy did not know was my martial arts background and the fact that I did have a weapon handy.  
   
 I excused myself and brought back my nunchucks. Nothing like giving a demo naked but I did let this guy know that with the right moves I could fracture his skull and did he want his family called after he was carted off to hospital. I was shitting my pants inside but I think this prick wanted to see if I got scared, I'll bet that his deal was to get off on the fright factor.  
   
 I told him to get dressed and get out, all the while twirling those puppies well within reach of nailing his head.  
   
 Everything in me wanted to hit him so hard he was sent into next week.

Ha d a nice night at the tables in Vegas....found a lady at the casino bar...went up to the room and thought I had locked the safe.....oh well.....

First outcall.  The guy had too much to drink (I'd know better now), he was pretty raucous and rough, ugh, BUT the worst part-

The next morning at about 5 he started blowing up my phone with texts accusing me of stealing his watch!  What?  He offered me some thousands of dollars to return it! I kept calmly replying that I didn't have it.  He started threatening to call the police, I told him that's definitely what he should do if his property is missing...

An hour of my paying attention and an hour of my ignoring him later, he apologized- it was in his shoe.  So clearly he'd decided I would steal it before I even met him.  Seriously?

I told him he should pay me for the hour he was harassing me, he offered me $100.  I told him where he could stick that.  God, I wish I'd known about black lists then..

under weirdest or craziest thing that happened while hobbying. It also would fall under scariest.

any years ago on a car date with a SW: We were in a medical clinic parking lot. (After hours, dark, no other cars, nobody around...or so we thought.) The location was her suggestion. On the backseat of the car getting a BBBJ, Right after CIM, she opens the door to spit it out and almost opened it into some guy! I don't know if he just happened to be walking by at the wrong time, or if he had been standing there watching us, or if he was about to rob us, or if he was her pimp. She screamed at him, "Get the fuck out of here!" I jumped over the seat naked to get into the driver seat, started the car and hauled ass out of there. I drove about a half mile away through town, both of us buck naked, until I found someplace to pull over where we could get dressed. While we were dressing, she tells me that she got robbed, at gunpoint, in that same parking lot a week prior! She said the guy stuck the gun through the partially opened window. Geez! Thanks! You couldn't have told me that before we parked

I met with a man who claimed he was 65 but was clearly much, much older.  He walked with a walker and had a nightstand full of medications.  His skin was very pale--almost that "gray" color--and he had red bruises all over his body because of the blood thinners he was on.

I felt immediately uncomfortable with him, and in hindsight, I probably should have made an excuse and left.  However, I didn't want to be an ageist.  I see clients with disabilities, so why should I decline someone who is older?

I won't get into any more details, but I will say that I was afraid of giving him a heart attack or SOMEthing when he was breathing very heavily and shaking.  I felt so scared for him AND for me.

I barely made it to the lobby bathroom to vomit after leaving his room.  It really affected my emotions...a strange combination of fear along with sadness for a very old, unhealthy man who likely won't be on this earth much longer.

and had a wild and crazy look in her eyes!  This was about 10 years ago before I knew about TER.  
I had been seeing her pretty regularly (every week, sometimes twice) for at least a year, we had even gone on a few weekend trips together.  She seemed at times maybe a little bi-polar, but at the same time she was pretty hot!   So I put up with her occasional mood swings. After all, I didn't have to live with her.

I also knew she took medication for depression and was on insulin injections for diabetes.  But so are a lot of people, right?  Well, that should have been a red flag!!  But I was naive and just getting into the hobby.  I didn't know about TER, or reviews, or how to do research on ladies.

 During a 3 night trip to the beach, it was on our last night there.  Things were going swimmingly!  Then, out of the blue, she was in the kitchen and when I went to see what she was doing; that's when she came at me waving this huge butcher knife and looking totally spaced out.  WTF!!  I quickly grabbed a pillow to protect myself while trying to assess her condition.  I'm not a doctor, but I could tell something was wrong with her.  I didn't know if she was about to stab me or herself.?  I got the knife away from her, and sat her down.  She looked awful.  I gave her some orange juice to drink because I know low blood sugar can be very dangerous.  I tested her sugar level, put her to bed, hid all of the kitchen knives and then stayed awake the entire night!  That was mostly to make sure she wouldn't die on me, but also out of fear of going to sleep and getting stabbed to death for my trouble.  The next morning she seemed a little better, said she didn't even quite remember what had happened.  Later, a doctor told me that low blood sugar can cause that kind of behavior, but I'm not so sure if something else wasn't going on with her.   Maybe it was a combination of alcohol, her medication, some sort of diabetic coma, drugs she was taking on the sly, I don't know.  I'm just happy I was able to get her home the next day.

Was about halfway thru the hour, both naked on her bed in her 3rd floor apartment.  It was in a bad section of Lynn MA.

Lynn, Lynn, city of sin.  
You never come out the way you went in.

Suddenly there is a pounding on the front door and two men shouting something in Spanish.  I thought maybe there was something going on in a neighbor's apt but she told me “it was her landlord and I would have to go out the back way” (which was actually a fire escape).  I was slow to react but decided to get dressed until the commotion was over.  Then her two dobermans came into the bedroom and stood staring at me.  She was still naked and I was still hoping to get back to business.  The pounding and shouting outside the door continued.  She told me again to leave and the dobermans simultaneously turned their heads toward her as if awaiting further instructions.  I think I was more afraid of going out the fire escape into the dark of night...not knowing if the ladder even went to the ground...or what would be down there in the backyard.  I did go out the back way and made it safely to my car, no problem.  Ended up going to a local strip club as if nothing had happened.

I would have been more afraid if I had not seen her several times before and was somewhat familiar with the place.  Each time the two dobermans had come to the front door when I arrived, quietly stared at me, and obediently left when she told them to “go to the other room” which they always did.  Have not called her again, but I did enjoy the time I spent with her.

-- Modified on 11/1/2014 2:29:44 PM

Mind_over_Matter802 reads

who had a solid wall of mirrors in her entertaining bedroom.  I was in my glory, looking down into her mesmerizing green eyes and imagining I was 25 again when . . . for some reason, I looked to the left.  I saw this old man assaulting this sweet young thing, and I attacked him like a cat startled by its own reflection in a mirror.  I punched and gouged and cussed that old bastard, trying to get a hold of his naked ass to throw him out the window.

She was very sweet about it all, and cleaned me up like an old boxer sitting in his corner after ten rounds.  I was never into BDSM, but started seeing only dommes from that day forward . . . just so I could wear a blindfold.

And, I think that was probably the scariest.

This other time, I was with my SD/Dom (kinda the hobby if you count sugaring as the hobby). It was our 3rd intimate date, but first time getting bound for real. I have a lot of respect for a man that really takes great care, is skilled with and takes his time with rope. He was super communicative and told me everything he was doing, was very caring, made sure nothing was too tight, etc. 15 minutes later, I was tied spread eagle to the bed. No way I was getting my wrists or ankles out of that. So, my anticipation is growing, and I'm getting very excited. This whole time he's communicating with me, and once he was done with the knots, he walks over to his overnight bag and pulls out a boxcutter. My eyes grew big, and seeing the terror in my eyes, he quickly said he wasn't into knifeplay, that it was in case I started to feel numbness and he couldn't untie fast enough that he would cut the rope if I needed him to. Big sigh of relief. But, I was still nervous until the scene was over and he untied me

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