I work hard not to be surprised, I read reviews and play the numbers, but shit still happens.
The Good...
I get technique surprises usually. Like the first salad tossing I got was in fact from an Asian, and that was a pleasant surprise, but it also came with a full body tongue massage, which changed my life! And that experience plus some shit I picked up watching porn lead to some great times . . . I have had a provider cry during oral and thank me for like 5 min straight for never having cum that hard in her life . . . Sort of like her first real orgasm. I’ve had another provider cry from laughing so hard during oral and begged me to stop, and I asked her would she really like me to stop and she laughed even harder and screamed NO! I make women cry is the gist of it, but it all started with that experience I received from that one provider Siana Gold I think it was.
I’ve met a few oral ninjas that know some shit they should teach to all providers. Why these women weren’t engaged to billionaires I have to idea. I had one provider that could suck harder than you could jerk off with both hands, and another that could deepthroat and massage the tip with her throat, like using her throat as a jerk off machine, but she wasn’t moving . . . Some sex magic trick. You read in the review the activity, but the entire review space wouldn’t be sufficient to describe the technique in full detail.
Not So Good...
I had a threesome with these two girls in Toronto, and we did an overnight. I never nutted once! Something about the chemistry and lack of skill on their part. AND they both put on so much spray tan that I was oranger than Trump, and my hotel room sheets were fucked . . . So orange. Had to scrub my skin for an hour almost to get that shit off.
I met with a lady once that was wearing long lasting lick stick. Lots of kissing. I take a shower, and don’t notice the lipstick, I go all day to business meetings, no one says shit. I take a shower the next day, I still don’t see the lipstick, not even while brushing teeth . . . I do another day of business meetings, no one says a word. I fly home, a dude on the plan looks at me kinda strange. I get home, walk in the door, wife says “why do you have lipstick on?” Right . . . Now I just use a wash cloth after, and take off a layer of skin if I kiss.