September, November.  It's a long, long time from May to December.  I have been at this for forty years.  Teenage pubescence, sport sex, learning how to be a good lover, revelling in the joy, and finally, in the September of my years, if flows sweet and clear, it was a very good year.  Yet the reality creeps in, money for sex, even with my two remaining courtesans.

So, the exchange and evolution from fantasy to reality intrudes.  Not yet cynicism, but some of the older guys may relate.

Our ladies in PHX are beyond belief.  But it still boils down for sex for money.  I painfully learned the lesson not to cross the boundaries, and my last two "leaves" have kept it that way. I have little interest in newbies and rising stars. They flower, and disappear too soon.

Point of this post?  Hopefully, we evolve from experience, and adapt to age.  Love your ladies, and keep their boundaries intact.  They are a treasure you will re-live forever in the synapses of your mind.  How I love them all.  

Thanks for sharing this.  I have a few thoughts in response.

There are a few guys in this community for whom longevity and friendship within the industry have resulted in periods of malaise and/or cynicism.  It's ironic that, by becoming friends with providers, your ability to enjoy their services may decrease.  (I'm not just talking about the ones you become friends with--Once the curtain has been pulled back, you obviously cannot ever view the hobby with the same excitement, wonder and suspension of disbelief that a newcomer gets to enjoy.)

It's a lot like when I joined the International Brotherhood of Magicians when I was 10 years old.  (I realize this revelation is no surprise to those who know my other geeky traits.)  I started learning how illusions were created and performed, and for a while, it ruined my enjoyment of magic.  

But then I started looking at it in a different way.  I started to appreciate the performance, and to spot the little things the great ones would do to improve the experience for their audiences.  Instead of being dazzled by the "tricks", like everybody else, I started enjoying equal appreciation for the showmanship and skill of it all.

Last night at the party, Masters&Johnson remarked on what an amazing town this is for the hobbyist, and one of the things that's amazing is that there are providers here for virtually everybody, at every level of experience, including veterans.  Like any town, we have plenty of fresh-from-the-pole spinners and newcomers to the business, but I get the impression (I confess to having no out-of-town experience) that this town has an unusual selection of women who also get guys like you...guys who know "real" when the feel it, whose radar can tell them if a provider really wants to be there, and who don't necessarily need to visit the Flavor of the Month to be satisfied.

So thank you for your thoughts.  Keep loving the good ones.  I'm sure they love you back.

oh my, you got me , you bring up for me the whole questioning of why? What am i looking for ? what do I want ? what do the providers want? where do you take this hobby(never thought of sex as a hobby before)? Sex alone is not enough for me ,although the sensory overload of a lady or 'two ladies' sometimes can make it so. For me the converstions between the minds equals(well maybe not equal) the conversations between  the bodies.I do get the boundary issue and have the knowing of the pitfalls of crossing it. It begs the question of what am I really paying for , Sex?intimacy? a relationship that lasts a few hours and begins anew with the next phone call or visit? I try not to delve to deeply into what is real and what is illusion. If ,when with a provider , the 'shine on ' factor is evident ,it is almost a relief as I know I am not repeating, If ,'it' feels real at the moment,'it' ,in the moment , is easy not to question. I think that it is later that I wonder' what does a provider want .Is it all about the $ or does the friendship/relationship have a value all its' own? How close can you ,do you get with someone whose time you are paying for? Ultimately , I am one of many . Playing my part in the ensemble.Hope this is 'grist for the mill" (with apologies to Ram Das).My apologies if this post is a bit incoherent, I'm just confused myself and was trying to work it out on 'paper'. regards, J

..and a relative rookie to the hobby, I have been in awe of the "Valley Scene".  I lurked for a long time on TER.  I consider Phx and LV to be "in the neighborhood" and the TER boards for these two cities are, IMO, the most interesting.  While LV certainly isn't lacking beautiful ladies, the Valley just seems to have the most incredible talent "pool".  I have managed to make a few acquaintances in the Phoenix area and, quite honestly, I often thank my lucky stars that I don't live there.  I'd need a considerable influx of discretionary funding.  Trust me, I'm working on that!  

My initial encounter (NOT in Phx) was a bit of a FUBAR and I regret it because at the time I was already pretty certain I'd be in the Valley for one of Jack's parties.  I honestly wasn't planning to go BCD; just wanted to meet Jack, Danny, Krista and some of the ladies.  DUH!!!  Resistance if futile!!!  For me, I need companionship; the sex is just an extra benefit.....but DAMM, benefits are GREAT!!  

I value the friendships I've developed.  It's somewhat regretful that the two stunning, incredible, titillating vixens I spent time with are "sheltered" and I'm not able to occasionally keep in touch.  Maybe I'm too much of an "Ol-SAP", but all future encounters of the erotic kind will be with ladies whom I've developed a bit of a rapport with and can walk BCD with them, look into their eyes, and well....knowwhatimean??  I honestly am concerned that I may not be able to "see" all of the acqauintances I've made and that I may lose their friendship.  I know, I know... "Get Real, dude!!"

Enough already.... Bottom line is that the Valley is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there --- TOO HOT (and I'm not only referring to the weather!)

Have a great day!

As each year passes, there are more and more leaves on my aged tree. I keep pruning the tree in hopes that it will stop growing, but then I take a long look at the tree, in amazement, and smile at its new seedlings.

Each passing season I grow fonder of my tree and -- even though thorns appear and it stabs me when I try to alter its growth -- I still respect that darn ol' tree. It just wants to live, to breath, to reach its arms to the Heavens and feel Mother Nature's heat. And it will keep growing no matter how many times I alter her appearance. Why can't we?

We should learn a lesson from trees?

Hugs & kisses, dear friends!

Ciara

Like a fine wine you just get better with time. Not so with me since I’m made of sour grapes to start with.

You and Joyce Kilmer both tell about the trees
so eloquently.

Thank You
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The Gapes of Wrath...In my case I think it is the Wrath of Grapes. Well OK, OK at my age I may be more like a raisin.

Thank You
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