This isn't an existential question on the meaning of life, but more of a consideration of what brought each of us, on both sides of the transaction, into this hobby. For many, this might be too personal an area for discussion, but I'm certain there are some with good stories to tell. I'll start with my own, although I can't guarantee it will be good.
Turn your time machine back to... well farther than I'd like to admit, and you will see a fresh-faced, slightly awkward 18 year old virgin, away from home for the first time. The location, St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands and I'm accompanied by a rather homely young man with naturally reddish orange hair, let's call him Tom. Tom wanted to visit one of the local "Lady's Places", i.e. brothels, so I agreed to accompany him and loan him the money for his excursion. Along the way, we consumed a significant amount of beer. The first establishment we visited, we couldn't get anyone to give us the time of day, so we wandered off looking for another. The "Lady's Places" were set up as bars, with a backroom, very low rent. The second one we walked into, I was attacked by a woman wearing silver pants. I don't recall much else about her, except she wanted nothing to do with Tom. After some negotiation she agreed to give us each a roll for $40 total, but she refused to have anything to do with Tom, unless I was part of the deal and went first. Afterwards, I remember being disgusted, ashamed and confused. Not the wonderful experience I had hoped for. To make matters worse, while nursing a hangover on the beach the next day, a man tried to pick me up, and got in one quick grope before I realized he wasn't just enjoying the conversation.
Fast forward 10 years, I'm happily married to my second wife (the first was a disaster), with limited sexual experience. The area where I worked, mostly at night, had become flooded with street walkers, and I felt the urge to give one a try. I tried, I believe twice, not satisfying at all, so I decided that was enough. Then the local electronic Bullletin Boards (precursor to publicly available internet) became popular and I immersed myself in the online world. I had found my niche, lonely women were throwing themselves at me and I began making up for my lack of experience. Eventually, I left my wife for a major mistake of a woman, the ensuing debacle left me useless for almost a year.
Jump ahead another 10 years, bypassing several relationships, lots of dating and lots of internet pickups, all over the states. I had become a slut, at one point sleeping with 7 women in 6 different states in 10 days. In addition, I had several outcall experiences, only one which I repeated with and only one that was a truly satisfying experience. I even visited one of Nevada's legal brothels (not the Moonlight Bunny Ranch), nothing to write home about. The problem wasn't the SPs, it was me. I was still stuck in the wife, 2 kids, dog, white picket fence, house in the suburbs mentality, so any sex that didn't feel like part of something bigger just didn't mean as much to me. Some of the pickups were mind-blowing, typically the ones that lasted a long weekend, but overall I was left unfulfilled.
Add another decade or so, and we get to current times. During that time I spent several years as a swinger, had some great experiences with my partner and learned to enjoy sex just for the sex. A few years ago I checked out a local Asian MP, had two visits and both were incredible. Tried a different AMP and was disappointed. Now the problem was no longer me, the second MPA was just yuck. Too old, too much really bad plastic surgery and too much "this costs $10 and that costs $20 and the other costs $40". Took a break from that, tried the dating scene one last time, and then gave up. Too much of jumping through hoops just to get to a point where something might develop, and then find out the woman is lousy in bed. If you want something done right, hire an expert.
With my recent work change, requiring frequent trips to Mississauga, I decided to check out the scene I had heard so much about. My budget isn't such that I can enjoy as often as I would like, but it does give me a few opportunities. So far that has been limited to one MPA and one SP. Here in the states, any SP or MPA visit carries risks. It might be a LE setup, or LE might bust in during the session, or it might be a setup robbery. That's a worry I don't have in the GTA, especially if I make use of the Terb community. I look forward to increasing my experience in this hobby over the coming months and years.
By no means a complete life history, but it gives some idea of how I ended up here. I hope to hear your story.
Turn your time machine back to... well farther than I'd like to admit, and you will see a fresh-faced, slightly awkward 18 year old virgin, away from home for the first time. The location, St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands and I'm accompanied by a rather homely young man with naturally reddish orange hair, let's call him Tom. Tom wanted to visit one of the local "Lady's Places", i.e. brothels, so I agreed to accompany him and loan him the money for his excursion. Along the way, we consumed a significant amount of beer. The first establishment we visited, we couldn't get anyone to give us the time of day, so we wandered off looking for another. The "Lady's Places" were set up as bars, with a backroom, very low rent. The second one we walked into, I was attacked by a woman wearing silver pants. I don't recall much else about her, except she wanted nothing to do with Tom. After some negotiation she agreed to give us each a roll for $40 total, but she refused to have anything to do with Tom, unless I was part of the deal and went first. Afterwards, I remember being disgusted, ashamed and confused. Not the wonderful experience I had hoped for. To make matters worse, while nursing a hangover on the beach the next day, a man tried to pick me up, and got in one quick grope before I realized he wasn't just enjoying the conversation.
Fast forward 10 years, I'm happily married to my second wife (the first was a disaster), with limited sexual experience. The area where I worked, mostly at night, had become flooded with street walkers, and I felt the urge to give one a try. I tried, I believe twice, not satisfying at all, so I decided that was enough. Then the local electronic Bullletin Boards (precursor to publicly available internet) became popular and I immersed myself in the online world. I had found my niche, lonely women were throwing themselves at me and I began making up for my lack of experience. Eventually, I left my wife for a major mistake of a woman, the ensuing debacle left me useless for almost a year.
Jump ahead another 10 years, bypassing several relationships, lots of dating and lots of internet pickups, all over the states. I had become a slut, at one point sleeping with 7 women in 6 different states in 10 days. In addition, I had several outcall experiences, only one which I repeated with and only one that was a truly satisfying experience. I even visited one of Nevada's legal brothels (not the Moonlight Bunny Ranch), nothing to write home about. The problem wasn't the SPs, it was me. I was still stuck in the wife, 2 kids, dog, white picket fence, house in the suburbs mentality, so any sex that didn't feel like part of something bigger just didn't mean as much to me. Some of the pickups were mind-blowing, typically the ones that lasted a long weekend, but overall I was left unfulfilled.
Add another decade or so, and we get to current times. During that time I spent several years as a swinger, had some great experiences with my partner and learned to enjoy sex just for the sex. A few years ago I checked out a local Asian MP, had two visits and both were incredible. Tried a different AMP and was disappointed. Now the problem was no longer me, the second MPA was just yuck. Too old, too much really bad plastic surgery and too much "this costs $10 and that costs $20 and the other costs $40". Took a break from that, tried the dating scene one last time, and then gave up. Too much of jumping through hoops just to get to a point where something might develop, and then find out the woman is lousy in bed. If you want something done right, hire an expert.
With my recent work change, requiring frequent trips to Mississauga, I decided to check out the scene I had heard so much about. My budget isn't such that I can enjoy as often as I would like, but it does give me a few opportunities. So far that has been limited to one MPA and one SP. Here in the states, any SP or MPA visit carries risks. It might be a LE setup, or LE might bust in during the session, or it might be a setup robbery. That's a worry I don't have in the GTA, especially if I make use of the Terb community. I look forward to increasing my experience in this hobby over the coming months and years.
By no means a complete life history, but it gives some idea of how I ended up here. I hope to hear your story.
. For what it's worth in your mind, let it be then if it has no merit like you think, it will SINK to the bottom of the board in no time, DONE!
