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- May 12, 2017
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I’m pretty new to the P4P scene. In the past, I’ve preferred to develop a stable of “girlfriends” for a variety of extracurriculars that often lead to sexual activity. This is particularly challenging for me, being an attached, overweight guy in his 40s; however, I’ve managed to do pretty well, pulling in a variety of cuties, ranging from an early 20s college student who gives incredible BJs to a petit divorcee in her late 40s who gives even better ones.
However, cultivating and maintaining these relationships can be stressful — not to mention all of the lying and other risks involved.
I’ve recently turned to P4P for situations where my main goal is to get off, in an attempt to avoid some of the guilt and drama. I hesitated to try it in the past because I assumed these encounters would often be cold and emotionless. I was wrong. While I’m still a P4P rookie, the few encounters I’ve had have been fun and even somewhat sweet and endearing.
That leads me to my point: What are some of the most entertaining or unusual P4P situations you’ve experienced? Please share something funny or strange that happened during an encounter that you consider to be outside the norm. Or maybe an experience you had where a provider made you feel like you were more than just an average customer.
Here’s mine: There’s a Chinese MP not far from my house that I walk by on a daily basis. Forgive me for not revealing the name — it’s just a little too close to home for comfort. The mama-san has tried to drag me in countless times, but it was only recently that I decided to take her up on it. She presented me with the cutest, bubbliest woman decked out in a short, sexy Santa cosplay dress and her hair in pigtails. I’d only done HEs at other providers up to that point, but agreed to FS on the spot. Cosplay Girl was irresistible. It was a 60 minute course, but this girl made me cum within the first 15 minutes. She was so fucking cute, I just couldn’t hold back.
I was feeling good but bummed because I expected to be rushed out the door to make room for the next bloke. This didn’t happen, though. She cleaned me — and herself — up, got back in her costume and proceeded to fill the rest of my time with a fantastic full-body massage.
Once that was done, she started patting and rubbing my big stomach. Her English was pretty much nonexistent, but she tried her best to communicate that I need to lose some weight. She ran in place, with a big smile on her face. Did jumping jacks. Sit-ups. Then said: “You do! You do!” Hard to put into writing, but it was adorable. Not offensive at all. Totally cracked me up.
Out in the reception area, she had the mama-san interpret some things for me — that she was worried about my health, that I should drink more green tea, eat more fruit and stop eating at McDonald’s (I never do, but everyone in Japan assumes I’m a regular Big Mac consumer). Then they both started rubbing my belly at the same time and pinching my nose, calling me “handsome face.” Buttering me up to become a regular, I figured.
A few evenings later, I was walking by the place on my way home from work. The mama-san saw me on the security camera she uses to spot potential customers and came outside, smiling. I told her I needed to get home soon — no time for a massage. She said, “Come inside! Just talking! No massage! Few minute!”
She called Cosplay Girl (dressed as a maid this time) to come out from the back and both honestly seemed overjoyed that I’d stopped by for a visit. Cosplay Girl hugged me, giggling, and kept kissing my cheek. She grabbed my freezing hands and put them on her cleavage to warm them up. Both started rubbing my stomach and touching my nose again.
They gave me mikans. I gave them some cookies I’d received as a Christmas present from a coworker that day. We chatted a bit about their lives. Mama-san manages the place full-time. Cosplay Girl has another job at a convenience store. I asked them their ages, but they pulled the “how old do we look?” thing. Mama-san is in her 50s (looks it). Cosplay Girl is in her early 30s (looks mid-20s).
Then Cosplay Girl got down on the floor and started doing sit-ups and touching her toes, looking up at me smiling and saying, “You do! You do!”
Funny and cute.
However, cultivating and maintaining these relationships can be stressful — not to mention all of the lying and other risks involved.
I’ve recently turned to P4P for situations where my main goal is to get off, in an attempt to avoid some of the guilt and drama. I hesitated to try it in the past because I assumed these encounters would often be cold and emotionless. I was wrong. While I’m still a P4P rookie, the few encounters I’ve had have been fun and even somewhat sweet and endearing.
That leads me to my point: What are some of the most entertaining or unusual P4P situations you’ve experienced? Please share something funny or strange that happened during an encounter that you consider to be outside the norm. Or maybe an experience you had where a provider made you feel like you were more than just an average customer.
Here’s mine: There’s a Chinese MP not far from my house that I walk by on a daily basis. Forgive me for not revealing the name — it’s just a little too close to home for comfort. The mama-san has tried to drag me in countless times, but it was only recently that I decided to take her up on it. She presented me with the cutest, bubbliest woman decked out in a short, sexy Santa cosplay dress and her hair in pigtails. I’d only done HEs at other providers up to that point, but agreed to FS on the spot. Cosplay Girl was irresistible. It was a 60 minute course, but this girl made me cum within the first 15 minutes. She was so fucking cute, I just couldn’t hold back.
I was feeling good but bummed because I expected to be rushed out the door to make room for the next bloke. This didn’t happen, though. She cleaned me — and herself — up, got back in her costume and proceeded to fill the rest of my time with a fantastic full-body massage.
Once that was done, she started patting and rubbing my big stomach. Her English was pretty much nonexistent, but she tried her best to communicate that I need to lose some weight. She ran in place, with a big smile on her face. Did jumping jacks. Sit-ups. Then said: “You do! You do!” Hard to put into writing, but it was adorable. Not offensive at all. Totally cracked me up.
Out in the reception area, she had the mama-san interpret some things for me — that she was worried about my health, that I should drink more green tea, eat more fruit and stop eating at McDonald’s (I never do, but everyone in Japan assumes I’m a regular Big Mac consumer). Then they both started rubbing my belly at the same time and pinching my nose, calling me “handsome face.” Buttering me up to become a regular, I figured.
A few evenings later, I was walking by the place on my way home from work. The mama-san saw me on the security camera she uses to spot potential customers and came outside, smiling. I told her I needed to get home soon — no time for a massage. She said, “Come inside! Just talking! No massage! Few minute!”
She called Cosplay Girl (dressed as a maid this time) to come out from the back and both honestly seemed overjoyed that I’d stopped by for a visit. Cosplay Girl hugged me, giggling, and kept kissing my cheek. She grabbed my freezing hands and put them on her cleavage to warm them up. Both started rubbing my stomach and touching my nose again.
They gave me mikans. I gave them some cookies I’d received as a Christmas present from a coworker that day. We chatted a bit about their lives. Mama-san manages the place full-time. Cosplay Girl has another job at a convenience store. I asked them their ages, but they pulled the “how old do we look?” thing. Mama-san is in her 50s (looks it). Cosplay Girl is in her early 30s (looks mid-20s).
Then Cosplay Girl got down on the floor and started doing sit-ups and touching her toes, looking up at me smiling and saying, “You do! You do!”
Funny and cute.
