Encounter #3: You Get What You (Don't) Pay For

Remember when I was introducing the blog, and I mentioned how I preferred using CL instead of pay sites because I didn't feel that I had to pay anything to hook up with someone? Well, I still feel that way, goddamnit. BUT......

Clearly, there is a significant risk taken when you hook up with some through a site like CL. It's not a site like Ashley Madison, for example, where most people there are in a similar circumstance, and you can browse pictures and profiles, etc. No....in the free land of CL, you just post, get responses, and hope you wind up with someone relatively sane (and attractive, of course). And you often have no idea until you meet them.

So, I had done my massage post again (it really works guys, trust me). And another lady was interested in receiving my services. We'll call her "UGH!" Now, something seemed off when I was emailing her. UGH! gave vague, avoidant responses to any questions I asked about herself. Her writing skills were atrocious (a pet peeve of mine). And it just felt wrong overall for some reason. So did I trust my instincts, take a pass, and wait to find someone else? Of course not, I have a penis making my decisions. And penises are not smart.

UGH! knocked on the hotel door. I nervously answered. I opened....she was not easy on the eyes (trying to be respectful). But that was only the beginning. I tried to get her ready for the massage (again, the penis trudging ahead despite ridiculous circumstances). But she wanted to....talk. Talk about her failing marriage. Her low self-esteem. How she missed out on the man she really wanted to be with (we'll call him, "luckiest son of a bitch in the world"). And....she was bawling, hysterically.

I don't want to sound insensitive.....but I'm not a therapist. No interest in being one. And UGH! clearly needed one...badly. I'm just a guy looking to give a massage which segues into hot sex! The more she ranted on, the more clearly unstable she seemed. And yet, penis was still trying to think of ways to fuck her (penis is just not an emotional guy, I guess). But it was a lost cause. She eventually stormed out the room, determined to find luckiest son of a bitch in the world to tell him how she really felt. God help him if she ever finds him....he'll be needing a name change in short order.

Bottom line....for every wonderful CL experience like Encounters #1 and #2, there is always the risk of this type of situation happening. It's the price you pay for not paying a price, I suppose. And as you'll learn, it wasn't the last time it happened to me either. Nor was it the worst encounter. Scary thought, right? Stay tuned!

Tangent #2: Phone fantasy

One of my favorite inappropriate sexual fantasies.....

She's on the phone with someone. Maybe her boss? A client? Someone she needs to talk to in a serious and professional manner. Her voice takes on that business-like tone.

I crawl up to her. Begin to kiss her neck softly. Caress her breasts softly with my hands. Run my fingers up and down her thighs. I look into her eyes....(she is trying so hard to remain attentive to her call). But I kiss slowly down her chest, rolling my tongue gently over her nipples. Making a slow trail of soft kisses down her stomach (she is breathing heavier now, her voice starting to shake ever so slightly).

Slowly pulling down her panties. Kissing up and down her thighs....around the outside of her pussy. Getting closer. (She keeps stumbling over her words...apologizing to the person on the other end). Gently kissing her clit. Rolling my tongue in slow circles around it. My tongue suddenly darting inside her....(she moans...her voice quivering...."no, nothing is wrong" she is mumbling to the other person).

I slide my finger inside, curling to caress her g-spot. Taking her clit between my lips now and sucking gently. Fingering her, just at the rhythm she likes. A little faster....a little harder.....she's almost there......

("Sorry, have to go"....the phone slams down.... she screams).