I'm not referring to poor service or poor hygene. I'm asking about situations when you were frightened,  felt you were in danger, were actually in danger, or were physically injured or robbed.

Providers, your remarks about hobbyists and situations in wehich you were in danger or felt you were are also "solicited."

I asked this qoestion about 5 days ago, but it never got to the board.

was with a younger guy (no more than 25) who wanted to do Greek with me. (I have no problem with Greek.) I told him I don't like it rough or hard, he said no problem.
What a liar he was. He f**ked so hard that the furniture was moving. I told him to stop immediatly!! He said, oh sorry. Then he started right back up again.
He was a real sicko! I said get off of me!! And get out!
The funny thing was no wonder why he couldn't keep a g/f. He really hurt me. Like I said I like Greek, but that was uncalled for. I never saw him again.

Shaye

While I don't doubt you, there could be a rhyme and a reason to this particular bad bed behavior. Sometimes when you get started slow, you can't help but build up to a feverish pitch. It is entirely possible that one could lose track of any speed limits  the girl may have put into effect on the "highway".

gently yours,
P.I.

I posted this earlier on another thread but apparently no one saw it either.

MY worst experience with a provider was when I went to the Philippines in 1984.

I was staying temporarily at the Manila Hotel. I checked in and hailed a cab, telling the cabbie to take me to an adult Massage/Bath house a Filippino friend of mine told me about.

The cabbie told me that there was no action there anymore. If I wanted some action he could take me there, so like an idiot I let him.

He took me to a part of Manila so dirty, so scummy, it makes the worst part of TJ look like Beverly Hills. For you east coasters, it made the worst part of Harlem look like Park Avenue.

I was ushered into a dimmly lit room, and about 20 girls were ushered in. I was told (I didn't ask, I was told, as in you will do this, and give us what we want)that I could have my pick for 12 hours for the equivalent of $150.00. I told the men who were there that I wasn't sure if I wanted to after all. One of them walked up to me, and with a really friendly smile said"sure you do", and showed me the.45 stuck in his pants.

Well, I paid and went with the girl I chose. I was so scared, I was unable to perfrom.


Later after I hooked up with my Cousin who was stationed over there, I went to Subic Bay, and Olongapo City.

For those who don't know it, Subic and Olongapo are real party towns.

In Subic, imagine the Las Vegas Strip if you will, but  instead of Casinos, in their place are Brothels. Yes that many. Olongapo on the other hand was supposedly in the Guinness Book for having more clubs per square mile than anywhere else in the world.

So my cousin and I went Bar, and Brothel hopping. My cousin advised me that if I played my cards right, I would end up taking someone to my room for free, less the Bar fine. He also advised me that if any one immedialtly asked for a drink to cut them loose right away.

Well, every girl who approached me asked me for a drink, so I lost out there as well.

I went home with a fever and a severe case of Bronchitis,as well as a severe case of Gonnereah, both of which took about 4 weeks to heal.

So , although I did do a lot of interesting touristy stuff, from a sex standpoint the trip was a total disaster.  

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"He took me to a part of Manila so dirty, so scummy, it makes the worst part of TJ look like Beverly Hills. For you east coasters, it made the worst part of Harlem look like Park Avenue." -- caharmon


you LA boys need to study up on your East Coast analogies!  

have you been to Harlem lately (like in the ... dunno, last 5-10 years)?  so much is gentrified and turned high-tech (thanks to the Greater New York Chamber of Commerce) that trust me you wouldn't recognize it. heck even our pervy ex-Prez moved his offices there, how bad can it be?  LOL


perhaps what you meant to say was ... "it made every Mob-owned town off the NJ Turnpike look like the Hamptons"  


[ducking bullets]

I scheduled an appointment, and showed up.  She was nowhere to be found.

Got an email with an apology and a date and time to reschedule.
I wait around and wait around and then several hours later, another email with an apology and new date and time.

After the 3rd time with the same results and no contact for a couple of days I just completely gave up.

Who needs that kind of aggravation?  I do this to RELEIVE stress, not get stressed.

How about this, let me put a strap on and do you greek. And when you tell me it hurts, stop, I will continue. That is what happened!

I really don't like your response, it wasn't that we were going and in a steady motion we were going quicker, it was full go that from the first thrust. It was like getting RAPED!

So next time, watch what you post and yes BELIEVE me. For people who know me, I don't lie or even stretch the truth.

As I stated, the chair we were (I guess you could say sitting in) was moving and he knocked over the table in which the chair was next too.

Now, sit back and think! Does it sound like I was coozy?

Shaye

calm down... it looks like you could use a good hard pounding right about now lol.

such thing as bad bed behavior when it comes down to telling someone NO.

I do understand that there are times when adrenaline rushes, passion increases and we go to limits we never expected....but when the word No is uttered in any context...all brakes must go on. There is no fine line there. There is no rhyme or reason to this kind of behavior.

This girl showed up one evening with a "take the money and run" attitude. She basically said she couldn't talk about anything until she got the money ($300) and once that happened she said "look but don't touch". Yeah, right baby.

I gave her a choice to give back the dough or give back the dough. That's not a typo. I didn't threaten her with assault I just made it clear that it would be in her best interest to give back the dough. When she refused I then threatened her with physical violence. By now she had somehow sent an electronic signal to her driver who showed up pounding on the door. Good thing I locked it after she came in otherwise he'd have been in and he was one nasty dude. The girl never gave me the cash, so I had to do what I had to do. I simply pressed her against the wall with one hand, reached into her pocket and took back my cash, and only my cash. When I did this, she started saying, "OK, OK, I'll give it back." Which was all she had to do in the first place. I opened the door to let her out and the driver came in ready to kick my ass. At that point I picked up the phone and called LE. They hung around a few moments and accused me of assault while they called the agency who wanted me on their damn cell phone. I refused and said we'd just wait for LE to arrive. When they realized I wasn't bluffing and LE was indeed on the way, they split.

When LE arrived I explained the situation I was faced with and to my surprise they weren't upset at all. In fact they said that would have made an interesting call if the crooks had stayed around long enough.

You said "How about this, let me put a strap on and do you greek. And when you tell me it hurts, stop, I will continue."  To which I would say "It hurts, stop!"

I was not trying to absolve this sicko of any wrong doing. I was just trying to relate another experience in which "someone" exceeded the speed limit without meaning any harm. If you still insist on taking this all too personally please feel free to "tear me a new one" as the saying goes. I'm bending over backwards for you.

Still gently yours,
P.I.

NO means NO.
STOP means STOP.

When I first started in the biz I was contacted by a guy, who told me before we meet, that he thought choker necklaces were very sexy and asked me if I had one, to please wear it. Then he brought me a very tiny outfit to wear that happened to fasten tightly around the neck. Simi bondage style. I thought he had a little bondage fetish going on, little freaky, but no big deal. Anyway when we got to the bed, his hands kept coming up first to my shoulders, then up to my neck and very close to my throat. I kept asking him to move his hands away. And he did, but they kept coming back to the same area. He only wanted to be on top, and he couldn't seem to get off without getting rough with me. His hands kept coming up around my face, neck and pushing down on the top of my head. I thought he was going to snap my neck.  Finally enough was enough! I was starting to get really scared. I kicked him off me, got dressed and left. The sicko still tries to contact me for another appointment.

Perhaps you and whoever else was offended by my post should take a deep breath and go back and read it VERY SLOWLY and CAREFULLY and ask yourselves if I was strictly referring to the PARTICULAR SICKO and the PARTICULAR SCENARIO that TattooGirl had mentioned. It will only take a second or two and you can be rest assured that my post is not (and will not ever be) modified.

Or perhaps you simply enjoy attacking me because it is the politically correct thing to do on this board and it reaffirms your place among your peers. Or perhaps it is simply for the "sport" of it, like when wolves join the pack in the midst of a kill.

calmly and gently yours,
P.I.

My worst experience lasted about 10 seconds. Before you all get any ideas, "THAT" wasn't the problem, lol.

I made arrangements through several e-mails and 2 phone calls to meet a young lady at her incall location. I described myself, physically, as best I could, she knew that to expect. When I arrived 15 minutes early I waited in my car, a block down the street for 10 minutes then walked to her location as to arrive on time. I rang the door bell, she answered, looked at me then slowly moved her head down to my feet. Looked back up at me and said, I am sorry, I didn't realize you were this big. With that she closed the door. I left.

VOG

limit can really hurt someone badly.

That is why most ladies are wary of doing it with strangers.

with a new roommate in the other room -  I thought she just wanted to cuddle up a moment before getting down, shes buried her face in my shoulder.  Hey, she's breathing but I cant wake her up - shake her, pinch her, pry her eyes wide open, slaps across the face, pick her up, heavy her across my shoulder dragging her feet around the room - nothing  - WTF!!!!!!!!

Do I cut and run or do I - Gulp - call 911 and may be stay and take the heat

Stay tuned - Chapter 2 to follow

in may i got phone number out of a local free paper. when i showed up to the appt, the girl did not match the picture and it was a one pop deal. i was in and out the door in 10 minutes. the provider was not into it. how did i know? she was watching the freaking television while i was doing her for behind.

Mine was when I picked up a street walker.  She led me to her hotel room, where she and her "buddy" took all my money, which was only $50.  I was worried about that from the start and only kept in my pockets a little cash, no wallet, credit cards, or id.  Luckily they didn't hurt me.  Then I found out about websites like TER and I've been in heaven ever since.....LOL.

When I was young more than 20 years ago,  I saw thw occassional streetwalker or 2.  That was scary for me.  Driving around to pick them up, then either doing it in the car or some sleazy motel.  Don't recommend it guys.  You should be thankful for progress and the internet.

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My worst was about a year and a half ago, staying in town for a meeting, I got in touch with a provider off AOL. Before I knew about TER. Well the picture looked pretty good, not a 10 maybe a 7 or 8. She shows up 45 minutes late and it's the same girl 25lbs and a new baby later. She didn't have a condom, smelled like a dirty ashtry, all the good signs. Well, I closed my eyes and imagined someone else giving me a BJ, then she left. I would have been better off doing it myself with the in room TV porn.

Hello Max, my name is Arimien and I was reading your message in reference to subject above. I normally don't respond to the messages but like reading them to keep up on what's hot or not and so on. What happened to you was awful and I find it to be insulting to the "Escorting" industry for this type of behavior hurts everyone across the board, because there are "Escorts" that genuinely love what they do and sometimes they even find great friendships in this profession. May I just say I hope this doesn't deter you from experiencing the company of other "Escorts" for as I stated previously, there are some wonderful women in this profession that truly enjoy bringing pleasure to their client(s). Best Regards! Arimien (Air-ah-mean).

PI,

I do not agree with your reasoning about what might have happened in Shaye's case.  Yes, we can all get caught up in the fever pitch and lose track of the speed limit.   But in Shaye's case, he was initially told not hard or rough.  The guy obviously ignored her wishes and immediately started the hard and rough stuff.  He was then asked to stop, and after saying sorry, he immediately went right back into the hard and rough stuff.  It sure doesn't sound like he get caught up in the fever pitch.  It sounds more like he had his own agenda and nothing was going to get in the way.  Stop means Stop and No means No.  There is no grey area in these meanings.

Ken



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Atta boy, PI.  One of the goals I have is to respond to the unexpected anger you stumble onto in places like the grocery store with the kind of calm in these two posts.  Either that or shoot the bastard.

My worst experience was......well i felt sorry for this provider she called me often and was having trouble making ends meet......I agreed to do a dinner date with her and when we got back to her place the so called fun begun.....i wasnt into this lady at all...in fact she asked me several times if i was......anyhoo.....to make a long story short...never see a provider simply cause u feel sorry for her .

...a fellow TER member had and discussed in a review. Add dog piss and general filth and you have the horror show of all horror shows.  The last time, I personally tried to see Holly she buzzed me in and when I walked up to her door -- it had been kicked off the hinges!  I asked what happened and she said her ex-husband had just paid her a visit and the cops had hauled him off, but I should go ahead and make myself comfortable. Instead, I simply turned and walked back to my car.