I once was invited to a providers house. The provider did this part time and had another job. When I got there, her roomate was present, but not interacting with us. She was moving room to room. What suprised me was that the provider took me not to her room, but to the couch in the family room, where we started to make out. She was in a negligee, and I soon had it off of her. We made out for some time in full view of the roomate. It turned me on frankly, and when I took my penis out, the provider, who was very young, seemed to think that it was now time to move to the bedroom, which we did. We finished there, but she left the door open the whole time. As is my habbit I jized all over her neck and chest. She got up and walked naked to the bathroom. I've often wondered if the roomate saw what a mess I had made of her friend. I hope so. I was about 24, and had a weeks worth of backup, it was hard not to miss.
the provider's family outside to greet you?
I am amazed!
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In my early days of hobbying I had problems with girls canceling or not being available when I arrived. My countermeasure at the time was to keep several Craigslist numbers in my pocket on each trip in case I needed an alternate on short notice. It took me a few months find the reliable agencies I deal with now.
Anyway, I had booked to see a girl in Boston and she cancelled at the last minute. Went to a strip bar with my cellphone and list and started making calls. My experience (as usual at that time) was that the Craiglists girls would not pick up, but would call back shortly. So I started drinking beer and enjoying the girls onstage.
A girl calls back around 8pm and we set an appointment for 9pm. Wanted to finish my beer and maybe see another girl or two onstage before leaving. My new date for the evening gave me directions and I knew the town had a bad reputation, but I had never been into the bad part of this town before. So I get into her neighborhood and get totally lost. Call her for directions and stay totally lost. She tells me to stay put, she will come to my car. In a few minutes a car pulls up and I roll down my window. The driver of the other call never makes eye contact and drives away as soon as the girl gets out. She gets onto my car and starts telling me how to get to her place. Small narrow roads, all the street sign are missing (typical in a neighborhood run by gangs) I’m thinking…holy shit, how am I ever going to find my way out.
We get to her place and walk up three flights of dilapidated stairs. I would have run, but the beers from the strip club provided me with extra courage/stupidity. Get to the top and find these two guys pounding on a door and yelling “we’re going to kill you” to the people inside. Turns out this was where my date lived. She said something in Spanish to them, and they left quietly. Get inside and find two Dobermans near the door. They are quiet but both staring at my balls. She said something in Spanish to the dogs, and they left quietly. One of the two men outside the door was her brother…playing a joke on me. The other man was a friend of his, he was the guy that drove her to my car. The remainder of the date went well and I asked for directions out before leaving. The dogs stayed in another room and I never saw the two men again.
That’s my horror story. Had a great time and repeated with her in another bad neighborhood after she moved. I have since smartened up and stay away from Craigslist now
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.......and and I did not realize she was taking drugs. I arrived and she asked me to get comfortable. She said she had to go the bathroom, her room was a complete mess. She had me waiting for about 45 minutes and so I called out to her in the bathroom and did not hear a word from her. Anyway I opened the door and she was on the potty with a needle in her arm. I was completely shocked and told her I was leaving immediately. I was so scared that I almust ran out to my car sans my clothes. I later found out her family had moved her to a rehab center in another state. Fast forward 6+yrs she's now happily married with a couple of children. I wonder if her husband knows about her past. I'm happy that things turned out alright for her.
Did they ask when you are coming back ?
I heard her family makes the best cookies ...
xo xo Lisa Butler
While not as bizzarre as "meet the fuckers", I had a repeat session with a provider who greeted me in a sexy lingerie set while yapping on the phone. While standing in her house waiting on her to get off the phone, I could discern that she was having a friendly to mild argument. Soon it became apparent that she was arguing with her mom. I heard the words, "Yes, Mom, I got your check. It's right here (she waved it right in my face, which allowed me to see my provider's real name). Thank you." Finally she got off the phone, and much to my regret started in on a "parents, what are you gonna do with 'em?" type of rant. Not exactly, the topic of conversation I wanted to start with! Hoping to avoid disaster, I somehow managed to change the topic and got her focus back on me. We had an o.k. session going and I had completed round 1 with about 30 minutes left on my hour. My provider who was not normally a clock watcher, dashed any hopes I had of round 2 by stating that I'd better go ahead and get a shower if I wanted it (I usually accepted), becaused her Dad was coming over in about 35 minutes. That's right, I could've been walking out while he's was walking in. I asked her a few questions like: why she didn't allow more time between the scheduled end of my appointment and his arrival time?, what would've happened had he arrived early?, and why he was coming over at all? The only answer I got was that her car was in the shop, and he was giving her a ride (I think to go and pick it up). She also mentioned in conversation that her parents did NOT know her line of work, and that even though they lived in town, they understood that they were never to make unexpected drop-ins. Well, I decided to not see her for awhile as that last session left me a little unsure of her. After a 6-month hiatus, I returned to see her. She lowered her rate for me and gave me outstanding service for the first several months. But then, things got kind of strange again. I picked her up one time to take her out to dinner first, and she had a teenager there who was getting instructions on how to walk her dogs. It unsettled me, when she told me that he had a key to her place. When we returned after dinner, the dogs were back in her house, but I still didn't like knowing that this teenager had a key to her place. She saw nothing wrong with the situation. Another time, we had a session while repairmen were in her yard fixing her A/C. While this wasn't what she wanted either, it was clear that this was a bit more unsettling to me than it was to her. So, I'm taking a hiatus again from her. She is a great provider in many ways, I just wish she could straighten out her personal affairs better.
Amaizing... I guess it's hypocritical of us to want the illusion of a girlfriend 'experience' without any intrusions from the real world. For me it would definitely put a damper on the proceedings. Also as a matter of caution, I wouldn't want any witnesses that could connect me with a provider. No telling what those pesky divorce attorneys can turn up.
Lol. That just screams trailer park. I can't believe it!
Pick out the best looking Female in the bunch and have at it.
her boyfriend.
Been there, done that.
Actually, he wasn't a bad guy. He entertained me for about five minutes while she got ready. I was wearing a "Flying Lizards" button on my lapel and he liked them so we disscussed them and minimalist music for a few minutes, but I could have done without it.
A bit awkward, if you know what I mean.
One strange time: I was in the provider's house, located in a middle class suburban 'hood. We were naked and very into the session when her exBF arrived - he was just released from the county jail. He pounded on the door to be let in. She took down a decorative sword from the wall and holding it high, stood by the back sliding glass door expecting the BF to break in. He turned off the electricity at the junction box outside the house, and waited outside, calling the provider's cell every three minutes. She tried to talk him into leaving to no avail. I tired of the drama so, fully clothed, stepped out the front door to talk with him - not knowing what to expect. I saw that he wore his hair in a big mullet, so I figured I would grab him by his hair and twist him around and throw him if he tried anything. As I was four inches taller, forty or fifty pounds heavier, fifteen years or so older, and one hell of a lot angrier than him, (at being interrupted from a great session) I persuaded the BF he should leave (I lied and told him I'd called 911 and the police were on the way). After I left I called the provider three or four times over the next three hours to check that she was safe (she was) and repeatedly urged her to contact the police and/or get a stay-away order. She didn't do that. I don't know what happened to the BF and her, but I have seen her since a couple of times (outcall, of course) and the ex-BF never bothered me again.
I think I would have crawled up her crotch. 
I was at a strip club in Denver. Talked one of the dancers to come back to my hotel. She got in my car after her shift was over and told me she had to stop at her house first in order to pick up some stuff. We drove over to a bad part of town. People were standing outside of her house. A friend of hers came over and asked for a jump start of his car. Didn't even think about refusing. I sat around for an additional 15 minutes after the jump start waiting for her while her people were eyeing me. She came out and we took off to my hotel. It was a good session but it was a weird way to start.
. . . to watch the fireworks in my backyard. I told her she may bring her family if she likes.
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Too strange for me!!
I once was invited to a providers house. The provider did this part time and had another job. When I got there, her roomate was present, but not interacting with us. She was moving room to room. What suprised me was that the provider took me not to her room, but to the couch in the family room, where we started to make out. She was in a negligee, and I soon had it off of her. We made out for some time in full view of the roomate. It turned me on frankly, and when I took my penis out, the provider, who was very young, seemed to think that it was now time to move to the bedroom, which we did. We finished there, but she left the door open the whole time. As is my habbit I jized all over her neck and chest. She got up and walked naked to the bathroom. I've often wondered if the roomate saw what a mess I had made of her friend. I hope so. I was about 24, and had a weeks worth of backup, it was hard not to miss.
dont tell me you never had that fantasy before.
As a rule of thumb, if anything seems odd and out of place. I leave! It may seem overly cautious, but it has kept me out of trouble more than once.
I once saw some people that looked out of place at a massage parlor, latter I found out it was raided. I don't know if the people I saw was part of the raid or not.
That was one of the reason I started doing business with escorts. It draws less attention than a storefront operation. Also escorts provide a much more enjoyable experience.