Omega, that sounds very erotic indeed! Just think how lucky we are as providers, we get to have this sort of thrill all the time. Boy, is life is good to us! 
Designed Sex!...
You and your lover set up a romantic liason sometime in the future knowing that when you got to the prearranged destination, you were both going to rip each others clothes off and suck and boink each other like there is no tomorrow.
I recall one Spring Break many yesterdays ago when me and Jeana
decided just that... we were going to Boink Spring Break away and for me that was not my style(continuous sexcapades) cause VR liked to party with the best of them (something's never change...lol)..., hang out with the guys and then carouse with the girls a bit later on....
...but Jeana was way beyond her years in how she thought and was a tease and a half in terms of great looks. We were headed down to Fort Lauderdale and we were flying out of Kennedy Airport.
We BS'd each other's parents that we were going with friends...
I was driving my 69 Ford Torino(11 years old but I treated it like gold) on the way to the airport. We were on the Throggs Neck Bridge headed into Queens when the truck in front of me stopped rather suddenly and so did I. Unfortunately, the truck behind me did not.....Surprisingly,We were not badly hurt... the car was totaled...the trunk pushed in about three feet and the front end the same...the way I had positioned the luggage(Samsonite tough) and some spare tires most likely saved our lives...ALONG WITH SEATBELTS!...
We went to the emergency room and we were both treated for cuts and bruises...released...signed the car away to the Junkyard...
and caught a later flight...
The FUN BEGAN!...I think we realized we both dodged some major bullets... and after a few "stiff" drinks at the airport and on the plane we were ready for action.Its like there was some sort of a luv potion in those drinks cause we could not keep our hands off each other.The flight was major "secret" foreplay and it was a quick flight... a bit under 2 1/2 hours that we didn't have time for mile high. We grabbed a cab from FLI and went right to our rooms oblivious to everything and everyone else. We were locked in a special zone those few days where our bodies were just sexual dynamos and amid the cuts and bruises, we ravished each other for hour after hour.
Planned....YES indeed... but passionate lusty hot erotic sex!
Nothing quite like it!
Cheers!
VR,
I totally agree, though you don't have to behave like porn stars to make it great.
The longer the foreplay, generally the better the sex, and with planned sex, foreplay begins with planning a sexual encounter together. It's all about anticipation...and leaving an element to surprise or chance heightens the anticipation.
Most of the time, sex with a provider IS planned. We present specific needs to be met, and most often, our chosen lady meets them eagerly. There is anticipation, to be sure, but you know it's going to happen within a particular hour or two. Sometimes, we go to great lengths to plan something special for our time with a provider...
So I'm trying something different with my Favorite Lady: I'm letting her choose the time and particulars of our next encounter. I told her that I'd have her usual donation sitting on my bedside table this week, and she's free to come and get it any time she wants. I have the house to myself all week, and the only condition is that she not call in advance. I have been walking around for two days with anticipation I can feel running all along the underside of my cock. It may be wild, or it may be gentle...heck, it may be all about snuggling up in each other's arms. I have no idea what she's planning, but I am absolutely certain it's going to be fantastic.
Okay, so that's not so very much planned...but it's definitely on my mind every second of the day.
Yoda
beam me "up" Scotty!
Wrong space adventure show...lol
but wherever you beam me up...make sure its close to some POON TANG...
Cheers!
C'mon VR01... give us some great fart, shit stories!!!
Good guy, you know you are a good fella.
I am sorry I am just so addicted to these stories.
Adjectives to fart by:
Vain
You love the smell of your own farts.
Amiable
You love the smell of other people's farts.
Proud
You think your farts are exceptionally fine.
Shy
You release silent farts and then blush.
Impudent
You boldly fart out loud and then laugh.
Anti-Social
When the need arises, you excuse yourself from the room and fart in private.
Strategic
You fart and then conceal it with loud coughing.
Sadistic
You fart in bed and then pull the cover up over your partner's head.
Intellectual
You can determine from the smell of any fart exactly what food item had been consumed.
Athletic
You fart at the slightest exertion.
Miserable
You would love to let one out, but you are unable to fart.
Sensitive
You fart and then start crying.
Unfortunate
You try really hard to fart, but you poop instead.
Scientific
You fart regularly but you're concerned about pollution.
Nervous
You stop in the middle of your fart.
Honest
You admit that you farted but offer good medical reasons.
Dishonest
You far and then blame the dog.
Foolish
You suppress your farts for hours.
Thrifty
You always keep a couple of good farts in reserve.
Cheers! Have a good fart on me!
I had a 69 Torino GT convertible in the early 80's when I was about 16. That was the greatest car for cruising, held at least 5 guys plus a cooler of beer. Brings back a lot of great memories.
That's what I'm talking about, my friend!
Them... those were the days!
Cheers!
a real chick magnet....lol
LOL...to me it was...dark blue "detectives' car... although about the only thing it was good for was big thick trunks and hoods...sort of like my ....
Boiiiinnnnngggg!
My girl took a look at the scoop and said "Your car has a cock!"
the 69 Torino took a 1/4 off the scoop but much more thicker...lol...GIRRTTTHHH with just the right length.
But your GF is right!
Cheers!
I miss my 71 Torino with the 351 cleveland engine in it.. *sniff*
I always thought it would be neat to try a "mystery provider" thing like the airlines used to do with mystery tickets. You provide one of your hobbyist buddies with a list of 5 different providers you want to see that you've not seen before; they set it all up and you show up knocking at the door with no idea who will answer.
If you really trust each other and agree to no practical jokes being allowed, you could go a step farther and say "you know what I like and my usual price point, I won't even provide a list, you decide."
Omega, that sounds very erotic indeed! Just think how lucky we are as providers, we get to have this sort of thrill all the time. Boy, is life is good to us!
That was the great thing about brothels: You show up, three to five ladies step into the room to introduce themselves, and within 60 seconds, you have to decide. Will she be exciting, or will she be a dud? Are those breasts real? Does she have a functioning brain?
This led to endless ruminations on my part about correlations that could be the subject of lengthy threads. Among them:
Girls who wore lipstick didn't kiss.
It is NOT true that less attractive women were hotter.
Wide hips definitely signal major energy in the pelvic area.
Blondes do not necessarily have more fun, but if you're playing the odds, bet on them.
Okay, Carrie, and others -- what do you say about guys?