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Your #1 best-ever experience

Not for me, when I hit the third layer it was time to move on.

I lived for crazy back then - it was like a rollercoaster thrill. Then I got older and (a little bit) smarter and learned to bail before the crazy fully reared its head. Funnily enough, I don't ride rollercoasters anymore either.
 
Oh man, I've been in there and can not imagine having sex there at all.
Yep, been there too in the early 90s, just for the myth and aura, and thought this is really just a shithole , unless there is a great band playing of course. But that night it was clearly not Ramones level!
 
Almost wondering if I should post this so I don't jinx myself somehow but I've recently found myself in the midst of a continuing "best ever" experience...

About this time last year my favorite provider quit the shop she was working at. We'd gotten pretty close over the months I'd been seeing her and I had mentioned to her that I was going overseas for a week or so and I'd see her when I got back. She gave me a letter and asked me wait to read it until I was out of the country. It was a really sweet letter mentioning that she had been planning to quit that month from a long time back and the time had finally come - she thanked me for the time we'd spent together and let me know that by the time I was back she wouldn't be on the roster anymore. I was sad that I wouldn't have a chance to meet her again but was also happy that it seemed like her life was going in the way she had planned - it was a bittersweet moment.

After that I took a few months off P4P and focused on getting through a rocky period at work. After things settled down I eased back in to P4P but while I was overall having pretty good experiences nothing really matched what I'd shared with that previous girl. Then a few months ago I decided to take a shot on a new shop and see what they were like. To be honest my expectations with new places are never too high - there's a chance you'll get lucky but there's also a big possibility that either the shop or the girl (or both) won't pan out. I chose a girl on the roster without a huge amount of thought - her proportions and overall style looked good but I didn't dig too deeply into her profile before making the reservation.

Arranged everything with the shop and while waiting in the hotel I thought I'd look through her blog. Holy shit... she was actually into some really cool things. Obscure movie directors, underground art galleries, weird music... Part of me was praying that her appearance and personality would live up to her interests and the other part of me was praying she wasn't somebody I knew. I've got some relatively specific interests and the community around a lot of those interests tends to be pretty tight-knit - I've been in the relatively uncomfortable position of choosing a provider thinking our interests would match up only to find that we'd met previously (and quite regularly...) in a way that was a bit closer to my work than was comfortable.

As my mind was racing between expectation and a bit of apprehension there was a knock on the door. Upon opening it, the girl who entered the hotel surpassed any expectations I could have had. From a general perspective I guess she would probably just register as a cute Japanese girl but for me it was like a list of every attribute that I'm into in a girl had been checked. She was so perfect she could have been grown in a vat from images culled from images in my subconscious. And her personality was amazing - I would gladly pay the same amount just to spend time talking to her without any kind of additional services.

But it wasn't until we'd gotten into the main session itself that I realized just how unbelievably fortunate I had gotten. This beautiful, kind, amazingly cool girl not only had a body that was drawn by God himself but also had a mental switch that went straight from cute, demure girl to sex goddess. I'm far from the most experienced guy in the world but I've had what I consider a decent range of experiences, both P4P and otherwise, and this girl proceeded to smash every expectation I have ever had. And one of the best parts is I really feel like the situation is mutual - I've been with enough providers to know when a girl is into something or not (and appreciated the ones who still gave it their best even when they weren't really feeling it themselves) but is on a whole other level.

I've since met with her numerous times and each time surpasses the previous - part of me wants to worry a little because there's no way things can continue being this good but the rest of me says just enjoy it while you can because life is fleeting. I hope this can go on for years to come and also know that even if she quits tomorrow the only thing I could say is thank you for the time we had together.

Sorry - this is probably a long post of interest to no one but myself but I felt like I needed to put it into words and this seemed like as good an opportunity as any. There doesn't need to be any kind of takeaway, but if I was going to add one anyway I guess it would be this - there are some amazing girls out there and once in a blue moon you have the incredibly good fortune to come across one. Treat them well and you'll get so much more back than you could ever imagine.

And would you care to share her whereabouts with old pals here? :)
 
Been giving this a fair amount of (quite happy) thought over the last few days, and it would have to be a time in Canada...

I had just arrived back in Vancouver and was staying in a weekly apartment while I was looking for something longer term. This was back in my Gothic phase, so I had Robert Smith hair and an all black wardrobe.

The third day I was there, this cute Goth girl, looked a lot like Patricia Morrison from Sisters of Mercy, was walking down the sidewalk in front of the building, and she had a really nice Celtic dragon tattoo wrapping around her upper arm. I commented on it and said I like it, and she smiled and said I should see the one on her back, to which I replied that I'd love to see it... then she told me to bring her upstairs and she'd show me since it would involve in unzipping the back of her dress.

We got upstairs, she turned around and lifted her hair, I unzipped her dress, and... she didn't have a back tattoo. She turned around and smirked and said she'd figured it was the fastest way to get me to take her home, then let the front of her dress fall, put her arms around me and gave me a deep, wet kiss. That led to a couple of days where we didn't leave my apartment, and barely left the bed. Went through my entire supply of condoms, and the few she had in her purse. Turned out she lived around the corner and had seen me coming and going and thought I was cute, and had already decided to make a play, and when I gave her that opening, she went for it.

About a week later, she moved to England... if she had stayed in Vancouver, I probably wouldn't have ended up in Japan.

Beautiful story! Thanks!
 
Two completely different experiences for me but in both cases the sex was amazing

First one was about 20 years ago in Paris, with an incredibly sexy, bubbly and fun ebony princess from the Caribbeans. I decided to splurge and was not disappointed . We went to a posh restaurant / club near the Arc de Triomphe and she was turning everybody's heads when we entered, some phenomenon for which I always feel flattered myself , it's dumb I know but I'm sure many guys here know what I mean.

And she sure knew how to take care of me too, there are some ladies who immediately make you feel comfortable , relaxed, happy to be with them and forget the rest, know what to say and how to say it to make you feel even for just a few hours that you are an incredible guy (irrespective of the sad truth) ... she was that kind of lady .

So we took our time eating, talking, drinking and dancing and when back to the hotel it was pure magic. I was very inexperienced, but I wanted to try many things, and she was more than happy to teach. Must have been a good experience for her too, coz she stayed much later than the agreed cutoff time , in fact she stayed overnight. And in the morning I was more than happy to get up earlier than her , get some croissants, and withdraw cash at a nearby ATM to oay her a tip that she didnt ask but more-than-fully deserved.

Cant remember her name , but will always remember that night!

Ok no time to write about the other experience, that will be for a next post...:)
 
Been giving this a fair amount of (quite happy) thought over the last few days, and it would have to be a time in Canada...

I had just arrived back in Vancouver and was staying in a weekly apartment while I was looking for something longer term. This was back in my Gothic phase, so I had Robert Smith hair and an all black wardrobe.

The third day I was there, this cute Goth girl, looked a lot like Patricia Morrison from Sisters of Mercy, was walking down the sidewalk in front of the building, and she had a really nice Celtic dragon tattoo wrapping around her upper arm. I commented on it and said I like it, and she smiled and said I should see the one on her back, to which I replied that I'd love to see it... then she told me to bring her upstairs and she'd show me since it would involve in unzipping the back of her dress.

We got upstairs, she turned around and lifted her hair, I unzipped her dress, and... she didn't have a back tattoo. She turned around and smirked and said she'd figured it was the fastest way to get me to take her home, then let the front of her dress fall, put her arms around me and gave me a deep, wet kiss. That led to a couple of days where we didn't leave my apartment, and barely left the bed. Went through my entire supply of condoms, and the few she had in her purse. Turned out she lived around the corner and had seen me coming and going and thought I was cute, and had already decided to make a play, and when I gave her that opening, she went for it.

About a week later, she moved to England... if she had stayed in Vancouver, I probably wouldn't have ended up in Japan.
Wow great story! Thanks for sharing! Still keep in touch with her?
 
Wow great story! Thanks for sharing! Still keep in touch with her?

Haven't heard from her since she left for blighty, sadly. I found a longer term place and moved, and this was pre-email, pre-cell-phone, so you moved without forwarding info, you were lost to anyone whose address you didn't have.
 
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Haven't heard from her since she left for blighty, sadly. I found a longer term place and moved, and this was pre-email, pre-cell-phone, so you moved without forwarding info, you were lost to anyone whose address you didn't have.
Wow! Makes it all the more bitter sweet!
 
Yeah all these posts are bitter sweet.
Can't help but feel a little sadness reading the stories.

No happy endings like we got married, had kids and lived happily ever after.... (is this even possible lol)
 
Yeah all these posts are bitter sweet.
Can't help but feel a little sadness reading the stories.

No happy endings like we got married, had kids and lived happily ever after.... (is this even possible lol)

I don't know... it's kind of odd. For some reason, I keep meeting better people, like I'm trading up in the world.
I never had this kind of success in my 20's but as I got older, something changed and I've been meeting better classes of people.
Some are short lived, others are are single-dates that confirm we're not compatible and others have lasted longer or even remained close friends afterward once the chemistry died.

Agreed, there's no marriage or happy ending in the way we would like sometimes, but if it's meant to be, it'll happen.

My largest fault is that if the mutual connection isn't strong, I tire of people easily. Business relationships are different of course, but personal ones... I've got better things to do if the connection isn't there.
 
Yeah all these posts are bitter sweet.
Can't help but feel a little sadness reading the stories.

No happy endings like we got married, had kids and lived happily ever after.... (is this even possible lol)

Yeah, it's more low-key happy endings we talk about on TAG, usually :D
 
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Fun thread idea. I loved hearing all the stories.

I went to a food event once with three of my boys and met a couple there, but it turns out the girl was having her night out with her gay friend. I will never forget calculating the hip to waist ratio on this girl cause it was off the charts. We hit it off, I took her home, and I felt like I won the lottery. Great body on this girl, we both finished, but we were both tired and knocked out. That next morning I feel a hand pumping me. I wake up like this. She was good to go and waking me up for it, I started laughing. Why not. Ok, for 3 months straight we could be at church, in a taxi, in an elevator, on the phone with her dad, and it was in her mouth or she was trying to unrwrap it. We would go on road trips and she would ask me to pull over multiple times. It was fun ... until it wasn't. It got old fast. Instead of going home to jerk from a lapse, I'd look forward to time out where I didn't have to jog around the block. But I was into it. I wanted to keep it going but I wasn't familiar with her type of computer at the time and I kept my email logged in, and she went through all my shit and tore me a new one. I got dumped hard before I was ready. It's been like 10 years and I still think about that crazy girl. I heard she moved to New York and works in medical. I know for sure she's banging someone in that hospital, she was nuts! lol
 
I don't know... it's kind of odd. For some reason, I keep meeting better people, like I'm trading up in the world.
I never had this kind of success in my 20's but as I got older, something changed and I've been meeting better classes of people.
+1

I'm not going to tell my age, but I'm nearly in tears when I think about how pathetic my 20s was. I was simply unable to recognise or act on situations that now I immediately recognise - well most of the time, no fool like an old fool. I'm doing better now than anytime in my life, I've probably been with more women this year than the entire decade of my 20s, not including the occasional P4P.

Youth is wasted on the young
 
I encountered my A-number-1 at a wedding.
Yes, a wedding. Movies have been made and novels have been written about people getting lucky at weddings.
Never thought it could happen to someone like me, but it did. In June. I don't remember if I was naughty or nice that year. Anyway, Santa sure delivered.
She wore an expensive-looking tapered light pink dress, black low-heel pointed shoes, black leather-strapped slim gold watch, pearl earrings and a smile that lit up the room.
We were seated at the same table, separated by two chairs occupied by a couple we were both acquainted with. When the couple stood up to mingle with the other guests, I made my move to get a conversation going.
I learned she was the second cousin of an old high school buddy, which made it comfortable for me to crack some jokes at his expense. I had her rolling. I felt like Conan O'Brien and Chris Rock entertaining an audience of one. It was that kind of night.
After the reception, we shared a cab going home. Yeah, right.
It started with holding hands in the cab, sharing a light kiss and mutually deciding to make a detour to the nearest decent motel.
Thunderbolt and lightning followed. At least, that was how it felt for both of us during that night of marathon lovemaking.
We spent a lot of sweet, sweaty and blissful time together in the months that followed. Well, as much as we could get away with in between work, family responsibilities, nights out with friends and other stuff.
At that time, I thought the relationship would eventually head down the aisle. But it wasn't meant to be.
About two weekends before Christmas, she told me about meeting an old flame at her place of work. I learned they were together for more than a year many moons before I met her. He was a married guy who became unmarried for whatever reason.
Long story short, I got dumped. Hey, I can't fight love.
I can only thank her for the memories.
 
If only we could download ourselves into the blank brain of a great 25-year body :rolleyes:

I so would like to say that too but then I realise I didn't really have that great a body even at 25! :eek::D

But yeah, being that horny and energetic with the knowledge I have now; would need a scuba gear not to drown in pussy. :ROFLMAO::cry: