It's a dangerous world out there.

Be ever so cautious.

Last Saturday morning I made a return visit to a recent discovery (2nd trip in the same week). She lives and provides from a local town home. That sort of convenience could have easily busted my budget. Fortunately for me, two omens ended my desire for any future return trips. During the visit the sounds of sirens in the distance kept getting louder and louder. It wasn't too long before several emergency vehicles pulled up directly in front of her town home. There was no knock at the door but Johnson was unable to perform with all the excitement outside and so close. I decided to go before my time expired or anyone knocked at the door. When I got in my vehicle I noticed a stick 'em note on my outside mirror. It read "Dear John, I just wanted you to know I recorded your license number and will report you to the police for your visit to a known prostitute."

I was able to escape the neighborhood without any further attention and I kept my speed under the limit and stopped fully for 7 seconds at every stop sign on my way home. Needless to say I am still shaking from the close call but nonetheless thankful for the 2 omens that ended my desire for any future return visits.

After a wonderful two hour tryst with my favorite yesterday, I was sitting at the breakfast table this morning when Mrs Johnson sez, in a fairly stern voice, "what is this?".  I look up and here she comes with my dress shirt from the day before.  She is holding out the collar.  As she approached, time went into slow motion.  Yep just 12 hours earlier that shirt had a beautiful naked body in it, and I dont mean mine.  Freak, is there lip stick?  Is there a note that says "I miss you".  Or just a black rubber stamp that says you've been with a painted lady.  Thoughts raced and I answered with the best I could think of, "What?"
Well I live to fight another day.......it was a random marker mark or pen streak.  Sheesh, for a moment I saw the light and it WAS a train coming.

Stay Safe My Friends

Would you choose to do your own laundry for the rest of your life to eliminate that risk?

prob not me!

Still didn't get laid enough.  So, the bitch is doing laundry herself again.  Tried, failed and got the souvenir key chain.

I generally do my own laundry.   My ex ruined some clothes on me...  at least I only have myself to blame!
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in your car...fold is up ever so gently but lay it down under the spare tire...TRUST ME

only it was a reciept from Condom Revolution pulled from the trash for a buttplug and pocket rocket I had purchased at some young lassies request...

I had to say it was all for me..

Now she thinks I'm a total perv...

I drove around for two days with the small left over valet parking tag that is left on your mirror when you are given the claim check.  Nearly frickin died when I saw it.  Nice local hotel.  UHHH, was having lunch there or something.

Some days Mr Johnson is not as Slippery as me thinks.  Crikey, I have to be careful.

I do not use my regular clothes for hobbying.

For one thing, my wife does most of the laundry and I think it would be seriously crass to have her touch anything associated with me sleeping with another woman. Granted, maybe she wouldn't know. But I'd know. So I don't add insult to injury by having her do anything that contributes to me seeing another woman. The fact that her sexual role has been outsourced pending her resuming of her full marital role at some point in the future (I hope) is NOT the result of her being nasty or uncaring. It is a result of trauma and not her fault. So the fact I get laid once in a while by someone else is one thing; but tricking her into actively aiding and abetting it would be quite another.

I belong to a couple of gyms, and I simply have a paid monthly locker rental where I keep clothes that were purchased with non-household funds. And that is everything from shoes, belts and underwear to ties, pants, and shirts. Even the wallet is different.

On my way to the appointment, I stop by the gym, shower and change. On my way back, I stop by the gym, do a workout (to dissipate the "just been laid" pheromones), shower and change back into the clothes I put on that morning. I just take the hobby clothes separately to a laundry place where they wash, fold, iron, etc. And I pay with cash.

This way a provider can wear lipstick, perfume or whatever and it is totally no big deal,

How did you even get past that? I gotta know.

-- Modified on 9/10/2010 6:44:48 PM

Galdys Kravitz........it's too damn obvious.  Anyone with a brain knows why the steady stream of strange dudes "sportin wood" are going to that apartment.
Your story scares me.

Somewhat similar to what happened to me. I was scheduled to see a new provider, and my heart sank when she told me the location of her incall. It was a place I had already been to see another provider, and I knew it wasn't very discrete. Nevertheless, my little head won and I decided to go through with it.

I called her before I got to the place because I didn't want to be waiting in the car more than necessary. She didn't pick up the phone until 10 minutes later, at which point she told me they had just been busted by a nosy neighbor that had started writing down license plates. Nothing happened legally, but that was a close call. I saw her later at another incall that wasn't much better. I think it's only a question of time before the same thing happens there.

LOL, first of all women are much smarter than we are. She already knew exactly what that was before she asked you. They have intuition, so she felt that somthing was goin on but she couldn't prove it. She used an old interigation technique. I've learned from women: always answer a question with a question. Never admitt to anything unless you're caught red handed and even then deny that it was you. Change the subject. Start a fight about another issue. If all else fails, tell her you need to go take a shit so you can get some alone time to get your story together. Write your story down and commit it to memory because she will bring it up again when she thinks you forgot about it. When it cools down. Have shot of scotch and f^c7 the shit out of her. Problem solved.

Unless the person has video of you entering the town house AND video of you having sex with the provider, they are simply bluffing. So what that they give you license plate number as having been parked at the complex, there could have been ten reasons why you were there. Let them testify in court, what will they say but they saw you drive up and took your plate number. The siren could have well been a cop answering a 911 call from the person who put the sticky note on your mirror. The cop likely blew them off for lack of evidence and suggested the sticky note as a deterrent to you. But your experience should serve note, seeing a provider at her home or a known prostitution or drug motel or hotel is equivalent to having an arrest wish.

Stay away from home based incalls. And incalls in hotels or motels that are frequented by street walkers, near bottom rung providers who are not SWs, or a location where drugs are used or sold. If you go to incalls of high end providers that have their game on, there will be no issues and no but you and her will be the wiser.