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I will also start by saying that this is not a dig at mod, but i do support what the ladies here have said so far.... many of us cerb ladies also advertise on CL....we have to make the best of all the options available to us to get the most traffic possible....not so many gents are as lucky to know about cerb and it doesnt mean that the ohes who dont know about cerb are all rude or disrespectful (as many ladies will claim of the guys that phone them up via CL)....just the same as the guys cant generalize all the gals who post on CL as pimp-ruled scam artists (not saying anyone has said that...by any means) I definitely agree that if you choose a lady off of CL and are going off of zero research then you are indeed taking a chance....a huge chance. Thats why I feel it is so important that you not judge the source of the information....or the tingle in your pants at the sight of the photo.......but the easy tool of escort research.....google a name and city of a gal! go by a girl that has been reviewed *somewhere*......but take a stab in the dark at a "too good to be true" price and picture of someone whos "new to the biz" and if you ignore your conscience....you have only a hard lesson to learn. Dont bash the site....bad apples exist everywhere...even on here (before they're ruled out of course)....dont let the bad apple ruin you, let it make you wiser in the future.

I've been up for a little while now. It'll be sunrise soon, in this late winter morning. And I'm whipping up a nice breakfast, doing everything as quietly as I can. She's a light sleeper and it would be a shame to wake her up. I've already gone out to that French bakery around the corner, smiled at the crusty and cranky shopkeeper who I saw was already slicing yet another new shopgirl to ribbons with her sharp tongue, and bought some fresh croissants. I snuck back into my place, closing the door as quietly as I could. I've squeezed us some fresh orange juice and made some coffee already. And I've cut up some basil, green onions, and tomatoes. I grate some aged asiago, the rich tang wafting around me, making me smile with its rich scent. I smiled to think of her in my bed, dozing lightly. I saw her often, but only very rarely like this. We were up late last night. After the fireworks, we lay in bed and talked a good long time, just holding each other. We punctuated our words with light kisses and gentle strokes, as I gazed into her clear blue eyes. We finally spooned and drifted off to sleep, my arms still around her, keeping her warm, keeping her safe. I cracked some eggs into a bowl and beat them briskly, the golden orange viscous liquid making blooping noises. I ground some pepper into the bowl, added a dash of sea salt and just a smidgen of cream. I heated the skillet with a pat of butter, the gentle creamy gold running and flowing to heavy liquid, adding its own richness to the aroma in the room. She said that she much preferred to sleep alone. But with me, she dozed happily, peacefully. I saw the half-smile at the corners of her mouth as she slept, the crisp white sheets not quite covering her breasts as they rose and fell. She's so beautiful, I'm such a lucky man. I was tempted to stroke those tiny pink buds just tantalizingly within reach, but I would wake her. I settled for just the thought.. for now. I ever so gently slipped out of the bed and went downstairs, pulling on a robe. I poured the egg mixture into the hot skillet. The heavy, viscous liquid whitened immediately as it touched the pan and as I swirled the pan to spread it evenly. Bubbles form under the embryonic omelette, making it gently undulate. In a few short hours, she'll be gone. And I don't know when I'll see her again like this. But I know that wherever she'll be, she'll carry a little piece of me along with her, as she's left a little piece of herself with me in my memories. The eggs are cooked just so. I spoon a little goat cheese over the mixture. I put the salmon, basil, onions in the skillet and sprinkle the asiago over everything. The onions add their own tang to the scent. I fold over the eggs and place them on a plate that I had warmed in the oven. I pause for a moment, thinking, then get a precious truffle from the pantry, and grate it over the omelette. I arrange a sprig of parsley and some orange zest on the plate, just so. Some might say that I'm crazy, pouring so much effort and passion into a fantasy. But I don't see it that way. I love to cook, and I love to entertain. And a life spent without putting all the passion you can into everything you do is only a life half lived. Sure, I wish the woman upstairs loved me. But she likes me a lot, and that's good enough for me right now. Almost done. I set the plate on a tray, fresh cut flowers in a bud vase. A small plate for the croissants, and pour a glass of the juice. Coffee and a bowl of strawberries and cream last on the tray, and it's time to go and wake her. She'll be surprised.

I have read the entire thread and I have to agree with Mod on this. I have just celebrated my 25th anniversary in this in industry and I have seen monumental changes across the spectrum. The internet has revolutionized an ancient industry in many positive ways and some not so positive. I understand why SPs choose to advertise on free sites. We run a tight bottom line and have to maximize our opportunities to make a living. We have to pay the bills. That said, I see CL is personally beneficial, but I feel it is not industry beneficial. The big box store is a great analogy and we all know that those stores are wiping out our small retailers. I shop at Walmart but only when it is a last resort. I prefer dealing with stores that are owned and operated by people like me, people who care about their customers. I want them to know my name and exchange pleasantries while they check me out. I want to deal with people who treat their employees fairly and realize their staff is the most precious asset of their business. I want to patronize establishments that strive each and every day to keep my business and value my presence as a customer. Taking an ethical stand takes backbone. Doing the right thing often isn't easy because it usually requires personal sacrifice, which most people are unwilling to do. Mod did not say to only use CERB for advertising, only that supporting CL is detrimental in this industry because of the fundamental flaw of being unmoderated. It's the Wild West of the SP advertising world. While it's true you can't let a few bad apples spoil the barrel, what if the barrel is full of rotting fruit? Is it worth picking thru the decaying mess to find the one good one at the bottom of the barrel when you could pick one off the tree? If they made it a paid site and moderated it perhaps I would reconsider my opinion of it. At this point, its a rotting messy barrel I'm not willing to stick my arm into. cat

I do not often post to these threads, because frankly you guys are so perceptive and so witty it seems anything I may want to say is already said. However Emma?s thread and similar recent threads concern me, so I am motivated to give you some observations and thoughts this afternoon. Here goes: - This whole SP/Hobbyist community is a unique subculture. It is not mainstream. it is not conventional. Those who participate in it, freely choose to do so. In doing so they accept risk. In doing so they expect reward. I know this because I have had amazing experiences in this sub-culture. That is my reward for participating. It is not risk free because it has to be secretive. (Ha! Tiger?s Wood?s recent grief would pale as to what I would go through if my secret was out.) Fellow hobbyists may express their awards and risks different than I, but there would be similarities. The awards and risks of an SP would be described differently than a hobbyist. - - CERB in my view greatly enhances the sophistication of this sub-culture. I have been a hobbyist for a long time but discovered CERB only two years ago. With CERB you obtain insight in what SP?s and other hobbyist are thinking. It is valuable. My experienced (i.e. reward) has been enhanced many times over because of CERB. Through CERB I have met incredible ladies, along with gaining insight and understanding as to how to behave. These insights have helped me understand the type of client I want to be. As well my risk is greatly mitigated. The difference between meeting a lady through CERB versus CL or a local agency is huge. - Today, the CERB membership list has 18,186 entries. I do not think I have said anything so far that is surprising or controversial to most CERBIES. In fact it is rather obvious. Participating in this culture need not be complicated, and that is my concern. Given the sophistication of CERB, why has there been so much chatter lately about bad behaviour, like price negotiating, time wasting messages and so on? Why is a great lady like Emma compelled to post about a no-show? This raises a fundamental question in my mind; do these discussions indicate the overall behaviour level of participants in our SP/hobbyist community is deteriorating when logic tells us that it should be improving because of CERB and similar forums? Or, on the other hand, are these discussions an indication that our community is sophisticated enough to criticise itself and that is the precise way we move our community forward? I do not know the answer but offer the following additional comments (these comments may not relate to one another): - 18,186 is a big number. Many of our members are obviously not serious about participating in our community in a reasonable way. Many will simply not get it, so there will always be bad behaviour. Others have expressed this, but to move our CERB community along, can there be a weeding out process? Can Emma?s no show for example be banned from CERB? - Can the Newbie?s section be more to the point as to how to interact with SP?s both on line and in an encounter? - I am in a small market and we are fortunate to have some CERB ladies visiting. It surprises me to see that some often advertise on CL as well as CERB. It seems to me that increases their risk of a bad client. - Price negotiating boggles my mind. In my conventional world I am always negotiating, being analytical, logical and so on. I seek out SP?s for the pure pleasure of an uninhabited fun filled encounter. Duh!! To start that encounter by talking money seems totally counterproductive to the experience. Why would anyone do that? I do not get it? - I am fortunate in that I have never have to cancel, but if I did, it just seems so obvious that I would make every effort to advise and apologize. (Yeah, grovel if I have to!). Those are some thoughts from a normally quiet CERBIE. Overall, my point is that CERB is a great forum but there is always ways to improve on great things that is what keeps them great. The way we behave with one another is integral to maintain the value of our community, so lets always be sure we are looking for ways to improve and keep the standards high. Many of you frequent posters already do such a great job at that and full credit to you.

Cut his balls while shaving and was too embarrassed to tell you?

Within 30 seconds of walking into her suite we were locked in a passionate kiss. As I released my hold on her she smiles and blushes slightly. Now we pause to complete actual introductions. With names exchanged she lets her agency know that Seymour is in the house and the phone is going offline. And we reconvene on her bed, as her black lace dress is removed to reveal the sun and moon and the whole damn constellation. And I am in awe! As I moved in to join her, I realized I need to play catchup and in a flash my own apparel was gone. We are together, and the fireworks start ...... She moves in over me as I continue to admire her form, she hovers over me, allowing me a whiff of that perfume strategically placed behind her ear. Magnifique! She slowly pushes me to lie on my back and kisses me for minutes. Slowly, sensually and very erotic, she moves south, seeking out junior and slowly, teasingly, delicately engulfs him. I cannot believe the sensations running through my body as this Montreal belle teases and torments the living life out of me. Junior - well - if he could talk, he'd be tongue tied!! As she continues to torment me, I reach up in a half upright position and undo the clasp on her bra and toss it over to the arm of the sofa - she giggles at that and continues...now it's her turn to show me her flexibility as she removes the matching black g-string and tosses it over to the sofa - all the while continuing to kiss me. She goes back doing a number on junior, and it didn't take long for him to show his appreciation for the oral talents of one Keissy. Let me do you too I say and I see the spark in her eyes and her face light up again. So we move into a 69 and let me tell you - she is one sweet belle. Moving right along, yes, she continued doing a number on junior, and her moans increased and her breathing increased and she persisted driving me crazy with her oral skills. This sensation and technique is unique and very stimulating. Man she has a wicked tongue. **Did I mention that? **** I know what I wanted to do and junior knew what he wanted to do and next thing I know is the cover was coming on and junior disappeared inside her. We're locked in mish as this allowed me to savor those damn fine kisses. This started slow and got progressively faster and faster. It also provided me a great opportunity to savor and appreciate her lovely bosom. We kept at it for a while or should I say junior kept at it, and the two of us, well, let's just say we explored each other through some rather interesting kissing techniques. The gal loves those patented Seymour Eskimo kisses and we traded some of those in between some clever tongue and groove intimacy. She was close and I sensed it, and I was determined to make damn sure she was taken care of. With some strategic encouragement from me and a continuous thrusting rhythm, this belle held me in a vice like grip with her arms and legs and sucked the living daylights out of me. It was hot, it was intense, deeper and faster, each stroke seeming to awaken more passion, more animal urges in her and more and more I felt her unleash that energy on my body!. Damn - I'm aching, but what the hell as my body is both on the receiving end of her pleasure and responsible for it. I felt her body quivered as she climaxed. Minutes after taking care of the lady, it was my turn as junior could take no more. But it does not end there....as now that I know the lady loves receiving oral as much as she delivers, it was my turn to deliver. I slowly worked my way down her body, lingering at her breasts to appreciate them some more. They're so fine!! "Relax", I say as I tease her softness slowly, reminding her of the source of her moans during our foreplay. She was certainly letting me take charge, working her up for a wild finish... As this evolved, my belle became more vocal, more active and her hands and legs move into position to keep my head and torso right smack between her thighs. I could not move even if I wanted to, I could barely breathe as my belle held me in another vice like grip and would not let me go. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, just sharing the story of Keissy and Seymour. Back to the story, this grip was maintained for minutes as her thrusting, moaning, and pelvic gyrations culminated in an orgasmic explosion of pleasure, sweat, more moaning, heavy breathing and panting. What a release - now I could breathe and to quote the lady, "I think I'm paralyzed". That makes two of us darling. We share a laugh over that! Now just so you know, the gal is awesome in character, but outside of this persona, she is lively, easy going, a great conversationalist, fluently bilingual and super sweet. Treat her right and show her respect and you will be rewarded many times over. Let me tell you something else. Get your affairs in order, update your last will and testament. Forget about visiting famous pyramids or other heritage sites of the world. If you have a bucket list, burn it. If someone angered you, forgive them. If you're not religious, take up one because if you don't survive an encounter with the lovely Keissy, you will surely want to be at peace with your maker! As for me -well, don't look for me here, I'm still seeing stars but I'm going back for more! Montreal belle, here I come. :motion:

OTTAWA - On the streets of Vanier, the life of a prostitute unfolds on the frontlines of fear. It's not something they worry about, it's something each of them has learned to live with. The panic of hopping into a car lessens with each new customer to the point it becomes the way of life for these women. They get roughed up and have weapons pulled on them. Men sometimes renege on their promise to pay for sex -- after they've taken what they want. But when one of them ends up dead -- like 36-year-old Jennifer Stewart did Friday -- it can still hit home. "I have goosebumps right now," said one girl, who we'll identify as Betty. The goosebumps don't last long. Betty will be back out on the streets at nightfall. She's been feeding her drug habit by pulling tricks walking the streets for nearly two decades. She's tiny, but hardened. Pimps trying to control her stopped a long time ago. She knew Stewart and says the mother of four didn't deserve what happened to her. Then she points to bruises still fresh on her legs. She explains after getting into a man's car he pulled a knife on her and she had to jump out the passenger side while it was moving at about 40 kilometres an hour. She said there's also been a man impersonating a cop extorting women to have sex with him for free or he'll turn them in. "It's bad around here right now," she says. Another woman tells the Sun a Vanier prostitute name Kat was found dead at a nearby hotel last week. She was told it may have been ruled an overdose because a needle was found sticking out of her arm. There's another prostitute named Lulu who the girls say just disappeared and no one has heard from her. "Something is happening to our girls. It doesn't look right. Kat wasn't a poker, at least I never saw her do it," she says, meaning the woman inhaled crack cocaine instead of injecting it with a needle. She doesn't know Kat's full name. Others don't either but know who she is. They don't talk about things like that; most are too busy thinking about paying for their next hit to worry about knowing someone's last name or where they grew up. Betty explains the girls all have their territory and they stick to it. It's not uncommon to see girls get into arguments or fights if they go on the wrong turf. "You don't pick up out of your area," she says. There is a rumour on the streets that Stewart may have been killed because she broke the rules. Her body was found on Alice Street, many blocks west from where she worked every night. Some members of her family have heard the same story. "She never went over here," her cousin Melanie Beaupre explains. "She had her own area and was always there." The family tried in vain to get Stewart help to beat her crack addiction a month ago. She turned them down. They know her lifestyle was dangerous but want justice for a woman they say had a heart as big as her problems in life. Police are working the case but no arrests had been made in the city's ninth homicide of the year as of Tuesday afternoon. Police wouldn't comment on the ongoing investigation. [email protected] http://www.lfpress.com/news/canada/2010/08/25/15131631.html

Good reviews can not be used to slander someone, damage the ladies business, hurt a ladies self esteem or hurt her feelings. Bad reviews do! We are not dealing with tangible items here - these are real human beings so grading the ladies like a piece of meat or picking out all the shortcomings is just mean and easily exploited. Cerb will have NO part in that and you will never see negative reviews here. If you do (they can slip by at times) or any hurtful comments just REPORT THE POST and I will remove the posts! I have ZERO tolerance for anything like that and I don't care how beneficial some of the guys think that would be... We would close the site before allowing such things.

It seems we live in a world now that honouring our commitments and making excuses to get out of them have become the norm. Although I hate to paint everyone with the same brush - not my intention - we all too often find ourselves on the other end of some made up story on why the appointment wasn't kept, project wasn't finished, and on and on. I guess it's easier to make it up then tell the truth. I see this in my business dealings all the time. On another note, I had made an appointment to meet with an SP quite some time ago, and she was a no show. I pulled up to the location, called, no answer. Waiting in the parking lot for more than half an hour I called a couple of times and sent a text, again no response. I left furious as this had wasted well more than two hours of my time between, shaving, showering, driving to the location, waiting and now driving back. And yes, ladies, I agree no shows suck! Not to mention that I was now in need of some serious relief! But, once I got home I sent the SP in question a polite and professional e-mail stating my disappointment. She had completely lost my appointment time and felt awful - or so she said later that night. I accepted the response, with a hint of scepticism and we agreed to reschedule. She had to cancel that one - a cold - but she e-mailed, called, did everything to reach me, and I appreciated it. We laughed at our luck and she offered to make it up to me with a free session. That was not necessary and we agreed once again to meet - I paid. Our encounter was awesome, she could not have been more accommodating, an absolute sweet heart, I'm glad we had the opportunity to meet. Sometimes mistakes are made and things do come up. I always give the benefit of the doubt where possible and try to see the best in people. A second chance is an important part of my philosophy. But, like an old cliche - "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me" Or as George Bush said - "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice..ahh...err...won't get fooled again";)

Sure things come up...they do with allof us but the reason I was pissed was because he was logged on CERB...he said in his sorry pm: Emma I am soooo sorry, I just had a family member head to the hospital. I am sorry for your inconvience, I should have got a hold of oyu. so i guess i'm to believe that he went to the hospital then back all in 20 mins... anyway shit happens and it's cool...just please stop the BS...we are real people with real lives and feelings...I apologize if his story is true and I'm mostly using him as an example now...people need to grow up and stop wasting our time...be it sp or client. kisses, Emma

You'd be surprised how many times we get a medical excuse. I would not allow someone to rebook with me if they have no-showed on me or other sps. It could be that the guy is telling the truth but I won't take the chance again. It's just not a good business decision. Sorry but it's true. I've heard every medical/car/work excuse in the book and it's always something drastic, like the guy couldn't possibly call because he was in an iron lung or his car stalled somewhere without cell phone reception. It's very very difficult to give someone the benefit of the doubt in this business. Sorry. Also, ladies talk. I've often discovered that no-shows are chronic no-shows after speaking with other ladies. There is no excuse for that and they ruin it for the guys who do have a genuine medical emergency.

Most of the time, people don't notice me. I'm anonymous at the mall, blending into the crowd in my t-shirt, shorts and sandals. You might see me in my hard hat and jeans, dirty and sweaty at a job site. I might be outside a downtown office building, a wage slave, faceless in my baggy khakis and wrinkled polo shirt. You would hardly give me a second glance. But every once in a while, I change that. I become more than what I am. I become something just a little more special. I know, I know. I've heard it countless times. I don't need to do this. All the ladies want is for me to be clean, polite, respectful. I'm sure having that all-important envelope with me doesn't hurt either. Besides, I'm just going to take my clothes off right away anyway. But no. I don't do things in half measures. I already have those basics down. But I'll go just a little further. Just that little bit more. I dress up as if I'm going on a real date. I wear what I think will please her. Sometimes she doesn't even seem to notice. Sometimes I just get a quick 'nice clothes', after all my efforts. But that's OK. I'm really doing this for me anyway. For you see, the clothes are part of the ritual for me. They put me in the right frame of mind for the evening. I slip on my Birdboy persona along with the clothes that will best complement my lady. I want to live that fantasy to my fullest. I'm going to be just who I want to be. I want to show only the best of me, even if it's only for a few hours. My evening starts well before that door opens and I step through. I begin with a shave, thorough hot shower, deodorant, hair gel, cologne. After that? Well, that depends on the lady. Take this evening, for instance. My lady is slim, charming, classy. Mature, a delight in both the drawing room and those wonderful more private spaces just a few steps up. I know we'll get comfortable on the sofa, sip white wine and chat. She loves loves loves clothes. I know just how much trouble she goes to, to dress for me. It's only fair that I do too. I don't hold back when I dress for her. I know she'll notice. I slip on a new pair of silk boxers. I know that she'll see and feel the cool slipperiness under her warm fingers, and my firm buttocks under them. I pull on my pants, finely woven tan linen for this sweltering summer evening. They are tailored to perfection. I put on a pair of fine silk socks, woven with a tiny intricate pattern. First one, then the other. I think for a moment, then pull out a shirt from my closet. I love this shirt. It's Egyptian cotton, thin, crisp, the colors bright. Its blue, tan, and white stripes reminds me of a lady I fondly remember, and magical moments on her striped blue sheets. I button my shirt, and tease a pair of cufflinks into the cuffs. They make me smile. They have an enameled blue bird on them. My calling card. My namesake. I put on my watch, a family heirloom. Perfectly polished and poised on its leather strap whispering sophistication, rather than shouting for attention. My shoes. Oh, those shoes. My stylish Italian dress shoes. They've borne me over her threshold many a time, to joys untold. I know they will many more times yet. They match my belt to perfection. I had burnished them to a dull glow only moments before. I pick them up from their repose beside my bed. I shoehorn them on and tie their laces. I reach into my closet and pull out my tailored sport coat. It's warm outside, but my unlined navy blue linen jacket is cool. That extra layer will be welcome when I leave her home later. Much, much later. I'm almost ready to go. I pick up my keys and sunglasses. I slip a small white envelope into my jacket inside pocket. I take a last look in the mirror, and then I step out the door. My ritual is over. My evening has just begun.