Share your 1st pay for play experience…
FYI idgaf about grammar. I’m on my way to yoga. Make it a great day my TER friends. Smile for me!-- Modified on 5/3/2023 7:00:45 AM
for once there were no grammatical errors in your post that Conan could find. You are the gift that keeps on giving!
She doesn't realize that instead of being adamant and fighting it, it would be a lot easier to just do a better job.
You could do us all a favor by not hiding behind an alias, so we could put you on our ignore list.
You realize you are interacting with people who are still trying to be the cool kids in high school.
Everything on fuckboard (such as TER) is a alias. Is your real name Bia? Most functioning adults are able to ignore something or someone if they truly want to to do so without needing the crutches of ignore button...
It was in 1974, a nice 3 family house off a side street near Harvard Square. Skinny blonde gal wearing a bikini gave me a lousy 10 minute massage using talcum power and then a less than enthusiastic hand job.
The ad said one hour, so after she left the room, I lied there thinking there would be more, but she came back in five minutes and said "What are you waiting around for?"
It cost $25.
Still, I thought it was great, still being a virgin and all.
I returned in a week and got a blow job for $40, and she removed her top.
Baby steps, as they say.
I picked up a blonde in a mini skirt and gave her $20 for a BJ. She got me hard with her hand then put the condom on with her mouth. She said, "I want you to come on my tongue" and I did. Then I graduated to East Side whorehouses. That was even better.
…. She said her name was Cream and led me to a tiny room where she did the deed for 20 bucks. Then I too graduated to East Side whorehouses. Those actually were good days. Not as good as what was to come, but honestly, showing up at a house not knowing who you would end up with and picking from a line up had a certain appeal.
I loved walking into those East Side houses, knowing there would be several hotties lounging in the living room hoping to be picked. Big fun!
Just checking to see if we are all on the same page ... or Avenue. Are you talking about places like Corporate Treasures? Jillian Bradley's (before photo ads)? Body Heat? Jane's? Julie's (West side; before photo ads)?
…. She said her name was Cream and led me to a tiny room where she did the deed for 20 bucks. Then I too graduated to East Side whorehouses. Those actually were good days. Not as good as what was to come, but honestly, showing up at a house not knowing who you would end up with and picking from a line up had a certain appeal.
I don’t recall any of these places having a name. They were listed in the escort section of the Voice with a phone number.
Funny 😄
I told this last night to a lady I visited in Sydney
Growing up in Amsterdam I went to the red light district for the first time by myself 14years old
A lady in her 30’s. It was 25 guilders for fuck and suck.
I think she just give 1 max 2 licks came like a bloody fountain.
Thinking back that was great but a bit short.
It was September 2010.
I had been in a dead bedroom situation for many years. I was a depressed mess. A friend gave me a napkin with a name and number on it, and said "Go get laid".
I looked at the napkin for weeks, and finally called and booked a session. I left that hotel feeling on top of the world, with pep in my step. People noticed a significant change in my demeanor!
The woman I saw that day also spent extra time with me, schooling me on how to research providers and how to stay safe. I got a P4P education along with a lift in my spirits.
I saw her quite a few times after that first meeting, and while she is retired we still exchange an email every now and then.
Aug 2016 my flight out of Houston was delayed. I parked found and ad drove my rental car to the galleria and met a thin hot older woman for 30 minutes. First time I had been with a different woman in 20 years. First time I had dt bj too lol
Had a good time so I tried again in Feb 2017 and the rest is history.
I got so lucky. I had no idea how it goes, how I ask for a HJ, how much it should cost... nothing. I got a 30ish Korean masseuse with breasts so perfect that it took most of the session to notice the scars in the creases from the surgery. And only then because I went looking for them. Anyway, I was supercharged. I hadn't touched a woman in a couple of years and I was shaking from sexual overload, just the sight of her was exciting. Her makeup and nails were perfect, like she had just put them on.
During the massage, a good massage, when she was ready she whispered so close to my ear I could feal her breath, in as sultry a voice imaginable, "do you want to turn over?" When I did, all her previous teasing had me *fully* erect. Couldn't be any harder without blowing a vein. This was perfect for me because I knew no incriminating words would need to be exchanged... she was either going to attend to my unavoidable erection or she wasn't. She was! And she wasn't in a hurry! And during the process I fingered both holes and rubbed her, from shoulder to toe, at will!
Like I said, I didn't know what to pay; the house fee was $80/hr. Sooo, I asked. LMAO. 100 was her suggestion, which sounded cheap to me given she let my hands a fingers go wherever I wanted them. And shit, she was every bit a woman, a beautiful one at that, and I was starved for contact, absolutely famished. I'd have given her more. What a night.
I had to travel to Colorado for a few days. I thought I would treat myself to a massage, a REAL therapeutic massage. While hunting online for one, a site popped up advertising FBSM. I thought about, contacted a reputable provider (since retired) and arranged a date.
Cadence was kind enough to drive quite a distance to meet me, so I treated for dinner. We had a lovely time and then headed to my room. She provided an awesome massage, teasing and whispering in my ear, until finally she finished me by hand. She dressed, kissed me goodbye, and left me wanting to continue to explore more.
Massage Parlor on 14th Street in the heart of DC ,(all cleaned up now ). Very young and very nervous….barely able to afford the hand job! It wasn’t that great either!
QueenBia,
I remember when I first started as an escort (I was eighteen & a half and desperate for cash). I use to bring home $1,000.00 to $3,000.00 per week. Now I'll be lucky to make that in a month. I love sex and I provide well, but things now are not like they were when I was eighteen and a half. Now, I'm rethinking my prices. And the clients don't realize that when you say that there are times that you can't talk because there's too many ears around you as you are trying to do some personal & business things (And a lot of those ears are the type that would call the police after assuming things). At the age of eighteen and a half......I worked for an agency and there was a Motel that the owner wanted me to go to.......Well, we pulled into the Motel parking lot and I saw a raid in progress and I pointed it out to him. We high tailed it out of there. Of course, he thanked me for it. Because he knew that if I got caught up in that.......Then neither one of us would have gotten any $$$money$$$. I did make money afterwards.