This is in response to the Value of Time OP below. I post as new thread to promote others sharing their extended session experiences.
So, I arranged a weekender with an ATF of mine. I flew her out to the West Coast as I was visiting out there on business. The plan was for her to fly in on a Friday late afternoon and we spend Fri, Sat and she flew out early Sun morning. Before this weekender we had met on several occasions but this was the first extended time period we were together.
For those who don’t feel like reading the entire account,
THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS: When arranging extended stays, keep your expectations in check as real life happens. I would advise anyone who ventures down this path to PLAN for real life activities to happen. I know as the paying customer, you expect, or at least I did, that she better be at my dicks every beckon call. But the reality is, the lady is not a robot or a blow up doll and the longer the extended stay the more real life may impede. As always, communicate up front, realistic expectations of the time spent together. NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER plan an extended stay with someone you have ANY questions about chemistry or their being potential for her to be BSC and/or have a Mrs. Jeckle and Ms. Hyde about her. I had been seeing this lady for a year easy before I pulled the trigger on a weekender and she still pissed me off during the date....LMAO!
Two hours of total time not focused on you is NOTHING on a 24 hour date. Yes, the preparing for the next date on your time was inexcusable. And yes, I would mention it as a matter of fact in a review to alert others and to give her a heads up that it was not cool and disrespectful of you.
EXPECTATIONS: Leading up to the weekend my mind was telling me that this is gonna be a fuck all the time; on demand sex fest. I had this expectation cause she was an "A" type personality, lots of irons in the fire, working on this or that, texting, emailing, etc.. So my mind was like..."fuck that, if my dick gets hard I want her on it as soon as the blood starts flowing. Hence, anything short of this, I had in my mind, that I was going to be disappointed. With that said, I was not planning for this to be Rick James, hold Linda Blair hostage situation. I made plans for weekend activities like dinner, a concert, movie, etc..
REALITY: I picked her up from the airport and all was good from the airport on the drive to the hotel. We get to the room and sure enough, she settles in, gets her luggage straight. After this we take a shower together and commence to have a welcome to the West Coast fuck fest. Relax and then get ready to go to dinner. Off to dinner and she looks hot as Hell, plenty of flirting, PDOA all leading up to a return to the hotel for another after dinner romp. Sleep, then up in the morning.
Now this is where your story parallels’ with mine, kinda. So I wake up with the proverbial morning wood. I don't make any advances as she has already gotten up and is dressed to hit the hotel gym for her workout....she was a Pro level fitness type so this was a legit part of her routine. Cool. She returns, showers and begins to catch up with her life..texting and emails. Hmmmm, I don't press or push anything I just go with the flow and I too was also maintaining my real life i.e. doing work related stuff, necessary phone calls on the balcony, etc. Then, as time moves into early afternoon I suggest a massage for her workout, she eagerly agrees and we move into fuck fest #3. We then agree to go see a mid-afternoon movie. I really enjoyed this part of the weekend. There was a movie theater within walking distance to the hotel. As we were walking guys were damn near asking me for my autograph. I like arm candy and she was made for it!!! I also like plenty of PDOA and she was all for it. Had my dick hard damn near the whole movie. Back to the hotel, nap, quickie fuck, and then prepare to go to a concert that evening. Off we go......
This is where i got pissed. I'm a jazz guy; she's a Madonna/Prince girl. She totally did not get the artist who was playing. Mind you, I asked in advance would this be something she is interested in and she said yes. But after his first song or two she literally crawls up into a ball and attempts to take a fucking nap...WTF, sit your ass up and I slapped her across her ass (that's what I said and did in my mind...LMAO). Even the other patrons were looking at me like..."WTF is her problem?!?! Looking at me like..."should you be taking her to the emergency room because she must be sick..." After the concert I kept it chill, nothing like being 3,000 miles from home and get into some domestic like dispute with someone who is not suppose to be your domestic....WTF. However, she was forthright about things on the ride back to the hotel as she noted sorry for the laying down but the artist just did not do it for me. OooooK. Back to the hotel….. water under the bridge.
We hit the Jacuzzi together and linger in a soapy bath with lots of contact and sexiness, then off to bed for another fuck off. This was say at about 1:AM. At about 3:AM I'm ready for another round before she leaves. But she would not budge like she was in total rim sleep…..WTF, you ain’t that Got Damn sleepy! I say with a stern voice…”Wake the fuck up and I slap her on the ass (again, that’s what I said and did in my mind..LMAO). To my credit, I don't push, but my dick is pissed and cursing me out….”and you spent money for this shit….” Again, don't want a domestic style, "I got a head ache," discussion. I roll over and fall back to sleep. Then at say 4:30AM I wake to her between my legs proceeding with a BBBJ and one more fuck off before she leaves to catch her early morning flight back to the East coast.
All and all, this was my first extended visit over say 2 hours. Hence, I would advise anyone who ventures down this path to PLAN for real life activities to happen. I know as the paying customer, you expect, or at least I did, that she better be at my dicks every beckon call. But the reality is, the lady is not a robot or a blow up doll