BEST & WORST
SESSIONS & EXPERIENCES – part I

Best#1: Many ladies have had candles, soft music, and exquisitely sexy attire in a comfortable hotel suite, but only Jenna of Escort Lovelies Miami sat in my lap, put her arm around me, handed me a glass of merlot, and slowly started kissing & tonguing my neck and face while purring and saying she was never going to stop. That was a night to remember in DC, the night that Gore was ahead in votes. LOL. He got f**k’d thoroughly too!

Worst#1. The lady at my Embassy Suite door was not a tall and sleek well-dressed elegant busty blonde Ultravixen with full pouty lips & a perfect bubble-bottom, as in the pic, but a short, dark, central Guatemalan part-amphibian swamp creature, with a missing front tooth, and another that was greenish turquoise, who outweighed me, and was eating something with lots of onions. Her  “driver” had an open switchblade pointed at me as she held the door open. That happened in Phoenix and was pre-TER for me. I threw a wad of small bills out the door and slammed it shut, while they scrambled and I called security, but they escaped on a donkey.

Best#2. There is nothing quite like a slow wet imaginative hexadirectional bbjteku (to the end of the known Universe) during which a sexy lady looks you in the eye most of the time, smiles & winks, takes 20-25 minutes, is attentive to Herman & Ludwig, drains you like a Bissell wet vac, and says: “That tastes like French vanilla. May I have more later?” That just may have been two or three of the Apres Vous gorgeous blondes. It’s in the vixen training manual. LOL. They also learn how to say convincingly. “That’s huge!” and to make their eyes get big before they laugh! My eyes will get big when they offer a refund!

Worst#2. A gorgeous Ultravixen rated 11.9-plus shows up, converses nicely, lures you to the bed, undresses you slowly, dfks down to your spleen, opens her blouse, rubs her boobs in your face, takes your pants off slowly and sensuously, all the while saying naughty things, gets you totally unwrapped, then slowly licks Mr Stone Column once or twice, AND THEN remembers she has to give the money to the driver. She says she’ll be right back & will stay an extra half-hour for free. She leaves her purse on the dresser. Days later, you get up and find shredded Orange County – LA Times newspaper in the purse, which was a good Gucci knock-off. You keep looking out the window to see if she’s coming back! Duh! Rhymes with witch.

Enough about the life of 007. Let’s hear from other hobbyists and vixens.
Part II on Wednesday.

-- Modified on 4/1/2002 8:44:17 PM

-- Modified on 4/2/2002 3:18:24 AM

I am still looking for my best encounter. My worst is easy.
A couple of years ago when just starting out in the hobby, I had just finished my first encounter a week earlier and thought wow, that was fun. So I called another one out of the paper. $200.00 for a 2 hour massage. Sounds great to me. I went to the hotel and was waiting in the parking lot as instructed. A big ass dude walks up to me and tells me where to go. She was hot and even though I was uncomfortable with the driver it seemed OK. She took my 200 and then said get ready. I got ready (nekid)and layed down. Just then she says that the money was for the first 15 minutes and that she would not touch me. Hmm. This seems to be a jip I thought. (of course now I know the deal with ripoffs unlike then) I told her of the deal I made on the phone and she said that the other girl mispoke. I am not comfortable arguing with a total stranger while she is clothed and I am nekid. She says that she will take off her top and I can stroke myself if I want. Yes, this was a total jip. As many guys do I assume, I said fuck it and started to stroke it while staring at her nice tits. This is somewhat embarrassing to me since it was not a mutual thing and she had a completely disgusted look on her face. But what the hell, lets get this nut and bail out of here! So, right in the middle of things I don't notice that she walks over to the door and opens the damn thing while I am stroking. In walks the driver and another gal. What the f...
I was horrified lying there with my cock in my hand in front of these people and the door was open with people walking around.
The driver yells get out of here you freak. (I have to admit that I did indeed feel like a freak right then) Being an ex marine, I don't scare too easy, but lying on your back with your dick in your hand is not a position of power. I don't think I ever got dressed so fast in my life. (people watching and all)
I told the chick that she was a rip off and they just laughed at me. I still feal like a buffoon when I think about it today. Did I mention she asked for a tip as I stormed out of the door?
No way in hell that would ever happen to me again. Live and learn.

That's like a purple heart, but lower.
Those must have been heartless Republican entrepreneurs in Phoenix. LOL.

Oh.......my.........gawd.........

Ok....that actually would be WORTH paying for.....