The reviews are appropriately replete with the juicy details of our sexual experiences with providers.  However, just out of curiosity, I wonder what truly unusual experiences hobbyists have had with providers.  Here is one of mine.

   Some years ago there was a well known apartment brothel in NYC (West 50's at Broadway) operated by a woman named Tiffany.   I was a well-liked regular; always respectful, cheerful and generous.  A few times, Tiffany, I, and some of the women would go out for a late night dinner if I was the last client there.

   One night, Tiffany asked me if I would do her a favor.  One of her providers, Vivian, had been having a slow time.  She needed the money since she was going home to Brazil the next day.  She asked if I would see Vivian, instead of the provider I most often saw.  Truthfully, Vivian was not the most physically attractive woman in the world, but I felt for her.  I can only imagine how difficult it must be for a woman in a brothel who needs the money and is constantly not picked because she is just not as attractive as the other women.

    I told Tiffany, no problem.  Happy to help out.  Vivian and I took a shower together and cozied up in one of the bedrooms.  Tiffany poked her head in to let us know she was taking off for the night.  The sexual experience with Vivian was fine -- not thunder and lightning, but she was certainly grateful and eager to please.  Then, she asked softly if I would spend the night with her.  I remember stroking her hair and telling her that I did have to go home eventually (as I was then married, albeit very unhappily.) We talked and laughed for as long as I could stay.

    About two weeks later, I was back at Tiffany's. In passing, I asked Tiffany about Vivian.  She realized at once I had no way of knowing that Vivian had been killed in a car accident the day she arrived in Brazil. As best as I can tell, I was the last person to sleep with her before she was killed.

    We never know, as hobbyists or providers, how meaningful what we do may turn out to be.

A very..very.. depressing story. Almost wish you had not posted it. Goes to show how fleeting life can be and to take alittle love where you can find it because no one  is guranteed any tommorrow's....

Always good to be reminded of the preciousness of life.

-Hoot.

It is unimportant and irrelevant if newyorkcityman was the last person to sleep with Vivian. What stands out is her cry for she affection to him and the probability and possibility she may have had a pleasurable, meaningful rendevous in such proximity to her death.

Some of us lose sight of the fact that the other naked person in the room may also has feelings, emotions and other frailties 'of the mortal coil'.

Each anecdote is a gentle or not so gentle reminder of the truth within this.

For "V", who became inexplicably comatose while lying in my arms after the passing of a mere 5 minutes; my fleeting thoughts of escape and avoidance of detection became a resolve to save your life and endure the scrutiny and potential consequences of emergency medical services, and yes, of course, John Law [and of my own family, upon finding my involvement therein; I am encouraged to know that you did respond in some small manner to EMT, but did not recoover consciousness in my presence, and that subsequently your voice mailbox was cleared, allowing me to leave several messages.  I am saddened you could not find it within you, or worse, were unable to return my call to let me know you were safe.  You were a superb lover in our prior encounter, and I after so mamy other women since, I still miss the delicate, small ways in which you touched me.  Be well and safe, and my wish is only to know that this is true.

                       ---- santana ------

She was a gorgeous, young blonde shaken up by a big earthquake.  I was a shy, failed Ph.D. student looking for what I had missed all my life.  We met on my birthday when she came as a substitute of a lady friend of hers whom I had an infatuation.

We thought of each others as friends although I did give her some money a few times after we had sex.  She opened up her life to me and was there to console me when I was depressed.

Since I was moving out of town at that time and probably wouldn’t see her ever again, I decided to repay her friendship by giving her something special to remember me by.

I dragged her out of an afternoon nap and brought her down to a famous jewelry store on Post Street.  The female assistant manager of the store showed her a 1.25 carat emerald cut sapphire/ 0.75 carat triangular diamond ring I had chosen ahead of time.  Putting the ring on her un-manicured finger with worn out nail polish, she couldn’t hold off her tears, with mascara dripping down her cheeks.  I was surprised by her reaction and struggled to control my own emotion.  The staffs in the store quietly left us alone at the corner.

I explained to her the reasoning behind the gift.  She told me she was crying out of joy because I was the first person in her life to validate her belief of good deeds begot good rewards.

I dropped her off her apartment and went back to the hotel.  After showing off the new ring to her friends and partied most of the night, she wanted to stay in my hotel and sleep right next to me.  We didn’t have sex that night.  In the early morning hours, I woke up and stared at her peaceful and angelic face for a long time.  I knew deep inside she was a lady with a golden heart.  I pledged to myself then I would always love her and be her friend for life.

I went through with my moving but we met again less than a year later.  After close to 13 years, the ring still shines, the pledge still being kept and our friendship still last.  That day was a special day in my life.


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That's a truly heart-warming story, one that does a lot to restore faith in light of all the skepticism & negativty so often expressed relative to this hobby & those involved in it.  Good people, just like bad apples, can be found anywhere.

Both sad and happy. Many years ago a friend wanted to return a favor to me and set me up with a provider and tho I was married and in love with my wife she thought basically that sex was for having children, my wife that is. I met this provider named Kristy and was so taken with the experience and her personality that I saw her each week for sex over a year plus. I must say that I grew fond of her even tho she was married also. It may be hard to believe but I loved my wife very much until her passing several years ago. I remained friendly to Kristy even tho lovemaking ceased, and after 28 years, most of which I have been in love with her we remain best of friends. She has remarried but we still see each other at least once a week, as friends. While we will never end up any closer than we are there is nothing that is not known about the other. Unfortunately,I never got involved with another woman, not even sexually. Some would say , noble while others would say I have been a fool. I guess each side has a case. Life is what you make it, I don't regret it.