I'm a lover of strange, and have times when I "date" and find the unsuspecting guy to have some fun with. Once it's time to get "intimate" it's so awkward since I know my way around his cock better than he does. He's usually very intrigued, very satisfied, and wanting to see me more and more, almost obsessive. I have to cut it off immediately. I've had to change my demographic all together, no guys close to my age, mostly married and older, kinda like client demographics- at least they can handle it or have P4P before and they don't dare ask nor make the connection. They normally just enjoy the ride! LOL!  

Having a convo with a civvie guy I was tired of banging and then passed to my gf so she could have fun; and he mentioned he got "freebies" from an agency girl and confessed to me that he and his buddies thought BP was the goldmine for fun. I wanted to correct him and help him out, he sounded so full of it and also at risk for getting in trouble with those $40 specials, but I had to bite my tongue and wish him well. He would be perfect for the hobby, but he always had to mention he NEVER paid for sex. HA! You can see why he annoyed me. LOL!

It's very liberating to have that freedom.  I honestly feel for you guys who must always cover your tracks.  But, hey, whatever lets you do what you need to do.

I never had much problem compartmentalizing my life, so never ended up blurting out someone else's name, or other giveaways.

I don't drink very much either, but I know that liquor loosens lips of various kinds.

I don't have anyone to splain to, and yes, I am bragging

I find myself making fun with acronyms, in my own head only. I think it's hilarious when I see COF at work and I think of what it really means to me.

But thanks to the hobby, I have no need what so ever for a Civie, they come with way too much baggage and drama for me, and I never need to worry about screwing up and dropping hints.

It's a wonderful life.

This is a Repost - but appropriate here, I think.

By way of background:  
I think I had heard a radio ad for the Table For Six dating service on the radio and had googled it when I got home. At first I just gave the piece a glance, but halfway through, I found myself re-reading it from the beginning and forming a mental image of this group, a swank restaraunt, and the poor facilitator, having completely lost control of the situation, sitting in the corner mortified.  
 
You might want to set down your coffee before reading the link - it has the potential to create spit-takes.  
 
Here is the original post, as it appeared in June of 2012.  
 
"I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO BE THE WAITER"  
Guy goes on blind date with 5 other people a la "Table For Six".  
 
The facilitator keeps urging him to "be honest".  
 
It turns out he is an avid hobbyist and is perfectly fine with being honest.  
 
Hilarity Ensues.  
 
(I Challenge you to read this and not wet yourself whilst laughing)

I never heard of the wash cloth thing until I started doing this. And I wasn't a virgin either lol.

I have a feeling some other providers did the nasty with him and never told him what was up.

Funny story by the way lol

When I started buying everyone breakfasts and stopped needing to borrow money. My best friend figured it out when I told her I had an emergency and I needed her to go to the store while I was at my boring job. The grocery list was condoms, lube, douche and conditioner. There were other signs too like being able to lend large amounts of money and shower right after work at the gym and putting make-up on during my afternoon breaks. I finally confessed when I asked her to come to a hotel after work with me to help me with some pictures (the pink teddy ones).