On my own thread I forgot to include the time I left The Sundowner with one of the dancers and she says can we stop across the street for a minute at a pizza place. She runs in and comes out two minutes later without pizza and I am not really paying attention to that. I pull out onto Lundy's Lane and get pulled over right away. I am freaking out because I don't know what she has on her. Luckily they just checked our IDs and off we went for some fun.
Scariest Moment Hobbying?
- Thread starter Whitey
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Three of man's most notorious lies:
The check is in the mail
I promise I won't cum in your mouth
I promise - I'll just put the head in .....
?? You accompanied an sp to a party and presumebly paid her or at least bought her drinks and stuff and she ditched you without sex. You call yourself lucky? No wonder women think they can use men.
I have two stories to share.
One - a couple of years ago, I made an appointment for someone I'd seen a couple of times and it was just for oral. When I arrived I thought she looked paler than usual, but didnt' think anything further. Part way into oral, all of sudden she stopped and I realized she'd passed out. (I'd like to think she fainted at the size of my dick, but that's wishful thinking).
Didn't know what to do - thought about calling 911, but she seemed to be breathing okay. Eventually got a damp face cloth for her and she came to. Turned out she was fighting off a flu bug and was totally exhausted. Don't know why she even accepted an appointment and while she offerred to finish the deed, by this time I'd lost all enthusiasm.
The second was more nerve-wracking. Quite some time ago, but booked an appointment with an SP who I had also seen a few times and just for oral. In the shower, when I hear knocking on the door and someone calling "It's the police." Turns out the SP had friend over earlier (not a pimp) who was known to the police and he'd stabbed someone in the area and they were looking for him.
Police hear me in the shower and ask who's there. She states her boyfriend, but police are skeptical and ask me to come out. If there had been a bathroom window, I would have tried to escape but no luck. Got myself toweled off, came out and said hello. They didn't ask for any ID and since I knew the SP a little, it was obvious that we weren't total strangers - though I was obviously a lot older and I think they suspected the situation.
However, they weren't vice so not interested in that. We ended up talking for about 20 minutes before they left.
While we both laughed about it afterwards, it could have turned out a lot worse. Plus afterwards, we ended up in a very PSE encounter probably just to release all our stress! I haven't seen her since (and won't reveal her identity) and she's now living in another city.
However, this is one of the reasons, I now probably prefer to have just one special SP in my life.
One - a couple of years ago, I made an appointment for someone I'd seen a couple of times and it was just for oral. When I arrived I thought she looked paler than usual, but didnt' think anything further. Part way into oral, all of sudden she stopped and I realized she'd passed out. (I'd like to think she fainted at the size of my dick, but that's wishful thinking).
Didn't know what to do - thought about calling 911, but she seemed to be breathing okay. Eventually got a damp face cloth for her and she came to. Turned out she was fighting off a flu bug and was totally exhausted. Don't know why she even accepted an appointment and while she offerred to finish the deed, by this time I'd lost all enthusiasm.
The second was more nerve-wracking. Quite some time ago, but booked an appointment with an SP who I had also seen a few times and just for oral. In the shower, when I hear knocking on the door and someone calling "It's the police." Turns out the SP had friend over earlier (not a pimp) who was known to the police and he'd stabbed someone in the area and they were looking for him.
Police hear me in the shower and ask who's there. She states her boyfriend, but police are skeptical and ask me to come out. If there had been a bathroom window, I would have tried to escape but no luck. Got myself toweled off, came out and said hello. They didn't ask for any ID and since I knew the SP a little, it was obvious that we weren't total strangers - though I was obviously a lot older and I think they suspected the situation.
However, they weren't vice so not interested in that. We ended up talking for about 20 minutes before they left.
While we both laughed about it afterwards, it could have turned out a lot worse. Plus afterwards, we ended up in a very PSE encounter probably just to release all our stress! I haven't seen her since (and won't reveal her identity) and she's now living in another city.
However, this is one of the reasons, I now probably prefer to have just one special SP in my life.
This was back during the East Beaver Creek days. My buddy was enjoying his session while I waited for him out in the lobby on the couch with a guy that sits behind the counter. This was around 12:30am....someone starts knocking on the door, and as soon as the guy unlocks the door...a bunch of non uniformed cops come busting in! I'm shitting in my pants...one of the cops come up to me and said "wtf are you doing here?" I said I was waiting for my friend( which was still inside the room). Cop said "get the hell outta here". Didn't take my name or anything.
Not for me. I don't care about the reward .... "I love you" just scares the hell out of me !
(BTW: It's also a mood breaker for me during any casual encounter)
I was chatting with my favorite SP on my messenger. It was end of the month, and she was asking me if I wanted to see her friend that night. Her friend was staying with her and needed money fast..... so we arranged something. I had a time limit as it was about 9 pm, as my SO was off work around 11:30, plus her drive home, I figure I have till midnight.
I pick her up..... find a motel...... we talk for a bit.... start doing the deed.... and i look at the clock and its 1am!! I immediately freak out Full blown anxiety happening. Now, I have the girl tied up (I'm a freak like that).... my heart is pounding.... and I can't get the knots untied to save my life. I can't stop saying "you have to get dressed now.... you have to get dressed now!)
She's a little freaked out, but gets dressed.... we get in my truck, started heading back to her place..... and the clock in my truck says 10:05pm. Fucking motel clock wasn't set properly and I didn't notice until we were in full swing.
Cheers!
I pick her up..... find a motel...... we talk for a bit.... start doing the deed.... and i look at the clock and its 1am!! I immediately freak out Full blown anxiety happening. Now, I have the girl tied up (I'm a freak like that).... my heart is pounding.... and I can't get the knots untied to save my life. I can't stop saying "you have to get dressed now.... you have to get dressed now!)
She's a little freaked out, but gets dressed.... we get in my truck, started heading back to her place..... and the clock in my truck says 10:05pm. Fucking motel clock wasn't set properly and I didn't notice until we were in full swing.
Cheers!
