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I always hope that my style of advertising will encourage the same style of requests. My ads are never vulgar or explicit because that's not my personality. I'm always surprised when I receive emails that rival a porno plot. I hope my ad style encourages a certain style of communication and interaction but it's not always respected. From my website and cerb posts I hope people can tell that I'm not vulgar and that respect and manners are important to me. Instead I get emails with a long list of what the sender explicitly wants to do to me. Guys, try tailoring your requests to the style and personality of the sp. The way she represents herself is probably an accurate reflection of how she likes to be approached and treated.

After admiring Sinn on CL for the last few weeks I finally made time to go see her. I had to get my hands on those magnificent looking breasts....and they are. I am a spinner addict and Sinn is not a spinner which I could tell from her pictures. I meet her at an up scale hotel downtown. She came to door, we made some small talk joked around. English is not her first language and her misuse of some English words was very cute, and that French accent was very sexy. I won't go into all the hot and wet details but it was well worth my trip downtown. She seemed up for anything and does advertise no restrictions. As I mentioned earlier I love spinner type bodies but this lady made me forget all about that it within about 3 minutes. She is HOT SEXY PASSIONATE and FUNNY. You were Fantastic Sinn and I will see again....SOON:lol:

For the longest time, I admired Old Dog from the shadows, but Friday the 13th seemed to finally align the stars for us…….it was to be my lucky day…. My review, of our lovable Old Dog….. Early this morning cruising at 35,000 ft over Ottawa, my phone rang, it was Dog, he had an unexpected cancellation today, and could fit me in between 2 and 2:15……. With nary a hesitation, I turned to my green co-pilot and told him to declare an emergency, I am going to dive straight down into Ottawa airport !! I kept focused, and did a high speed landing on the taxiway…..quickly cutting across the grass to the terminal…..and just before I taxied to the gate, I jumped out of my seat, smacked the copilot on the back of the head, told him to stop crying, we are alive ,and to put the damn parking brakes on….. I quickly grabbed a six pack from the food cart, opened the door…..activated the emergency chute and slid down……landing firmly on my feet in full stride….. Looking to my right, there was Dog, just beyond the perimeter fence…sitting in his lime green 1968 Chevy Nova…engine running, I quickly hopped the fence, admiring the flames on the car……the leopard skin seat covers….and the biggest furry dice I had ever seen……all this helped dissipate my nerves…… Dog was a pro, and knew how to keep a first timer like me calm…small talk, endless jokes... till we got to his incall location…. I tried to ignore the line up at his door as we brushed past…..he snickered told me his Friday night incall and taco night special was always a great hit… The room was as I had dreamed, a large polar bear rug in the middle of the room, the disco ball spinning, a fake fireplace, all the while the strobe light was flashing…..Barry Manilow in the background…… Dog then emerged from the bathroom, wearing a pair of chaps and a large cowboy hat, exactly the outfit I had asked….…. he quietly walked over to the stereo in the corner and put his 8 track of Abba’s greatest hits in…..I was in heaven……. he opened a pack of extra large condoms, but assured me he was the consummate pro.....again, my nerves were quickly put to ease.... While what happened between Dog and I will remain between us, I do recall intense passion, non stop jokes from Dog’s mouth, the occasional bad talk, a suggestion in the middle of our session that I speak to Cato or Pistol Pete about proper etiquette…..him repeatedly asking me to smack his ass thru his chaps, and the room constantly spinning ….. while Abba blared in the background…. Would I repeat ? Hell ya ! Total damage, $250 for 15 minutes, but I must admit when you throw in the the Friday night Taco’s it was well worth the premium charge….. Run, don’t walk, Dog is a gem, and it’s only a matter of time people discover his wicked evil ways………. Dog.....you're a great sport....thanks for helping me get over my Friday the 13th SUPERSTITION........ ;-)

This is a story that I had previously posted a long time ago. It's always been one of my personal favorites. Please enjoy. bb ............................................................ I turned over the item in my hand. At first glance, it looked like a dull stone- it was small, rounded, smooth to the touch, and was a dull yellow color. It was an old cigarette lighter that was from a famous jewellery store in New York, and bore faint engraved printing inside it of an exotic-sounding designer. It had obviously been well used and well loved. There were a few tiny dings and dents in it. The inside of the lid was charred and left sooty marks when touched. The once glorious brass had tarnished and had long since stopped being shiny. The coup de grace was the lid, which no longer stayed closed. It now not only appeared to be a piece of old junk, it was a hazard to anyone who used it or carried it in their pocket or purse. It was in serious need of attention, and a little redemption. ................||.................. I started corresponding with her after seeing her ad. It was well written, and I have a certain fondness for smart women. She was an older lady- not old by any means, but older than many other escorts, which would make her just perfect for me. She sounded fascinating- but I held off on seeing her. Not because I wasn't interested, but I sensed a real hesitation on her part. I wasn't sure that she had seen anyone as an escort at all. I later found that she was considering trying her hand at escorting when she wanted to make a career change, and needed a little extra money to help make that happen. I finally met her one cool, clear Saturday morning. She let me into her home and I finally saw her face. She was still beautiful. Perhaps beautiful wasn't sufficient to describe her- she was very attractive in a conventional sense but you could clearly see that there was a noble bearing to her. There was no mistaking the fact that she wasn't a twentysomething. The fine lines on her face attested to a life well lived. I also sensed something more- an apprehension about whether she wanted to embark on this new phase of her life. Perhaps it was this ambivalence that made her choose to appear the way she did. She was dressed plainly, with slightly disarrayed but clean hair. She wore no cosmetic assistance to her handsome features. I felt her shake slightly as I gave her a brief hug hello. ................||.................. I started taking the lighter apart. Even though everything was worn looking and discolored, you could tell that it had been finely made with love, care, and craftsmanship. In a matter of minutes, it was a small motley pile of dull brass parts on my table. ................||................ Her robe was made from a luxurious midnight-blue silk. It had an elaborate pattern of ivy leaves woven into it. It had obviously been very expensive once, but had seen better days. I saw that it was a little frayed at the sleeves and hem. I reached out to stroke her fine blonde hair. With the other hand, I eased the robe off her shoulders. It slipped to the ground with a faint whoosh. ................||.................. I pulled out a hammer and punch. The pin hinging the lid off came out easily. Ah, there was the problem- the pin was worn out. Well, I could fix that. I put the lighter parts in a bowl and got out some cleaner. A few minutes with a toothbrush and I had a bowl of inky liquid and some small brass parts glowing dully back at me. I found a small piece of stainless steel rod the same size as the pin. I used the hammer to gently tap the rod into the hole. Reaching for a fine-toothed saw, I trimmed the ends of the pin and gently filed the ends of the pin down. A little more.. a little more.. My fingers now passed smoothly over the rounded curves of the lighter. I flicked the lighter lid open, then closed it with an authoritative snap. Perfect. ................||.................. I leaned forward to kiss her. I breathed deeply. Meadow flowers.. no, clover flowers. Lovely. I cupped a breast in one hand and reached back to undo her bra with the other. Her eyes fluttered in surprise when she realized that I had undone her bra one-handed. My first time with her was lovely. ................||.................. A little bit of fine sandpaper removed my file marks and a few tiny dings in the lighter's brass case. Let's see- 400 grit, 600 grit, 1000 grit.. the lighter began to gleam. I found some metal polish and a rag and started to polish the case. My fingers and the rag turned black, only serving to highlight the bright glow of the mirror-like sheen on the brass. I saw my distorted reflection in the side of the case. ................||.................. As I was buttoning my shirt, I saw a smooth, stone-like object on her night table. "What's this?" I picked it up. It was cool to the touch and felt good in the hand. Like a worry stone. "Oh, that. It's a cigarette lighter. It was a souvenir of when I was working in New York. I was with some friends and we went into this jewellery store on Fifth Avenue. I carried it for years and I loved to feel its smoothness in my pocket. But it's broken now, and I haven't used it in years. I tried to bring it back to the jeweller to get fixed, but they said that they couldn't." I turned it over in my hand. "I bet I could do something with this." "Well, you can if you want. It's just a useless little bauble now. Bring it back if you see me again." I looked up, startled. "You can also just slip it in my mailbox if you like." "Ok, I will take it. I'm pretty sure that I can fix this, but I'll just give it back if I can't." I lowered my voice. "And I *will* be back." "Well, I'd like that." I wasn't sure if she was referring more to the lighter or me. ..................||.................. I saw her several times after that first time. She changed subtly with each successive visit. She became more relaxed with me. She became more confident and bolder every time. Brighter, more animated. She was already attractive, but I could see that she was taking more effort in her appearance. Her clothes became prettier. Sexier. She seemed a little younger every time. Part of it was the makeup, but there was more. There was a building inner glow to her spirit. She gleamed. I realized that she was not only someone who could excite me by just thinking about her, but had also become a good friend. ..................||.................. One day, I remembered that I still had that lighter of hers. ...................||.................. I put the now-gleaming pieces of the lighter together with a fresh flint. A squirt of lighter fluid, and I reclosed the lighter. I turned the lighter upside down for a moment to soak the wick. I opened the lighter and there was a bright yellow flame at the first flick. A flip of my fingers, and the lid closed with a click. I smiled. She'll be so happy when I see her next.

I had the distinct pleasure of meeting with Karine yesterday. I had read all her reviews and had to find out for myself what this lady was really like. Wow, I was not disappointed at all. She greeted me at the door, very friendly and I recieved a nice, open little soft kiss to get started, before moving to more intimate quarters. Very nice place, although easy to get distracted by Karine and not notice. Let me talk a little about Karine, it is clear to me that she really enjoys what she does and looks forward to her encounters, we had some pleasant talk, but I am sure that is not what interests most of you. She is a greater kisser, as described previously, really gets the engine going and creates a great mood setting. Next, we get a little more serious and she gives a wonderful BBBJ, nice and soft, just the right pressure and the engine now is more roaring than just starting. Now it is my turn to give a little pleasure back. As I move down to her love zone, I get more excited and when I arrive, it is so tasty and sweet, I could stay there forever. She was very receptive and responded very appreciatively and I was able to help her reach that maximum pleasure point. Okay, now for the main attraction. She loves it doggy style, which I was more than willing to accommodate. Did I mention the lovely round butt, goregous and what a view from behind. Oh, and not to forget, she has a great set of breasts, all natural and another great spot to enjoy. Needless to say, I wasn't able to hold back too long, but I was ready and it was very satisfying. Karine was terrific, we talked a bit afterwards, I got to know her a bit and she really enjoys meeting the gentlemen and if you are a gentleman, you will have an outstanding experience. Anyway, what a jewel for Ottawa.