The first thought was "Holy cow, that was great!" The second thought was "Holy cow, you just paid for sex, you stupid shit!" Despite the second thought, I was flying high as a kite, it was an incredible rush. Once the rush wore off a couple of hours later, the second thought became dominant and I promised myself that I would never do it again. Obviously, I did not do too well with that little promise because two decades later, here I am
I suppose that like for many guys, for me these encounters are more than just the encounter itself. I derive great pleasure from the anticipation and the anxiety, the good kind of anxiety, that I get days, and sometimes, weeks before the date. I have a lot to be grateful for in my life but this is the cherry on top. I even catch myself having a bad day at work and thinking, "but just think, in a couple of days you will be able to spend time with Suzie Q, you are a lucky bastard." These days, when I leave I may have five minutes of a high, but nothing compared to the first time. Actually, a certain sadness hits because I don't have the encounter to look forward to anymore and then I have to begin focusing on the next opportunity to perk me up.
Since I mostly partake when I travel, and since I was very late in my discovery of P411 and TER, I have only had the pleasure of repeating once so far. That being said, I do look forward to creating some relationships that will allow me to repeat more often, specially here in FL. There is something to be said for looking forward to an experience with someone you already know.
I should say that I a really grateful to the great professional ladies who allow us to have such a great time.
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