I know, isn't Nicole great?  I checked her reviews for any evidence of graduate school or. . .I don't know. . . some higher education.  I thought to myself "this can't be an 'ordinary' provider."  I read as many as I could stand (after a while, I got jealous!).  I was expecting one of the hobbyists to mention that she had gone to Harvard or something.  On top of being smart, she also almost never takes offense to my assholish comments.  And she's got a sense of humor.  And. . . well you've seen her pics!

I feel like such a fuc*ing hypocrite!  Just days ago I was ranting about wacko hobbyists who get emotional and obsessive about providers.  And I'm even worse than the sickos -- she lives 3000 miles away from me, and I've never even spoken to her!  What a fuc*ing hypocrite!  

Without a doubt, the most erotic organ on a woman's body is her brain.  Foreplay and afterplay require conversation, without which bedding a woman is just a less lonly form of masterbation.

How many guys have search reviews for "brains" vs. "swallows"?
Tell the truth!

Many years ago, before the internet, I visited brothels regularly.  On one visit, instead of making my choice of the half-dozen providers offered on the basis of appearance, I asked two questions:  "What's the most exotic place you've been to?  What's the most exotic place you can think of?"  The answers were all revealing, particularly to the second question.  For example, I knew that the provider who said the most exotic place she could think of was Las Vegas was not the one I wanted to see.  The "winner" told me that the most exotic place she could think of was "The Land of Nar, which is inside my head."  That answer told me she was resourceful, imaginative and, perhaps most important, original.  We went on to have a relationship for the ensuing year that blurred the "provider-hobbyist" line.  The Land of Nar was a fascinating place, indeed!