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Well I can assure you that there is no ladies here advertising for car dates. You never catch me doing that or would you catch ladies here doing that as well. It just leads to trouble, when you find these type of ad's, best advise is stay away. A quote from a thread... a court challenge in the 80's here in Canada defined "place" as a physical public location. a magazine (was either eye or now magazine in Toronto). was charged for allowing the escorts to advertise in it. the magazine took this to court and won as the judge determined that a magazine is not a "place". making advertising in newsprint, tv, and Internet all very much legal. now, if you advertise you do illegal things (in calls) or advertise you do stuff like "car dates". and "public sex". that is illegal. from Mod

She rang the doorbell and he quickly answered the door, not wanting to keep her waiting a second more than she had to. She stepped into the foyer, wearing a big smile. He could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. He was nervous. He had booked this meeting a week ago and had been counting down the days, hours and minutes. He didn't think it was possible, but she was even more gorgeous than the pictures he saw of her on the internet. She just recently changed her hair colour, from blonde to brunette and he absolutely loved it. It made her green eyes sparkle and shine. They went over to the couch and shared a bottle of white wine. When she asked if he had any music, he suggested they move to the bedroom where music was already playing. He laid down on the bed and she climbed on top of him, straddling him, giving him wet, warm kisses. Her hands were all over him, rubbing his hardness through his pants. "I want to suck your cock," she said. "I'm not going to stop you," he replied. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and lowered his pants. She returned the favour by taking off her top and bottoms, leaving just her thong and bra. She was magnificent. Her skin was like velvet; perfectly smooth and soft. Her whole body was so soft. He couldn't take his hands off her. She didn't waste much time and took him in her mouth. He was mesmerized by her technique. Her eyes were angelic as they looked up at him, but she took care of him like a devilish pornstar. He desperately wanted to return the favour and she obliged. She crawled on top of him, lowering herself onto his mouth, while she took him in hers. She was moist and sweet. Her grinding and moaning turned him on even more. He wanted to focus his attention on her and he had her lay down on her back while he feasted on her perfectly smooth muffin. She guided him, telling him what she liked and directed his fingers inside her. He had to have her. "Do you want to fuck that pussy?" she asked him, looking down at him. "Oh yes," he responded. He kneeled, feeling her legs wrap around his waist, sliding himself inside her. She wasn't shy about telling him how much she liked it and how good it felt. She asked him to do it harder and he obliged. Her legs wrapped around his waist and over his shoulders as he tried to please her. He pulled out, wanting to taste her wetness. And after a few moments of lapping her up, she took him in her mouth again. Her mouth and her hands worked him into a frenzy. Her mouth paid attention to all the details and her hands applied just the right amount of pressure. "I love feeling your cock hit the back of my throat," she confessed. That was when the inevitable happened. With a few more strokes of the hand and mouth, he was spent. They spent a few minutes talking, breaking out the bottle of white wine again. They shared some laughs and some small talk, but it wasn't long until he was ready to have her again. "I love it when you sit on my face," he confessed. Before she catered to that request though, she proceeded to go down on him, getting him worked up yet again. He beckoned her, "You have to come up here," he said. She was straddling his face now, grinding herself onto his mouth. He loved the view from there. He looked up at her sparkling eyes, playing with her perfect breasts, letting his tongue do the rest. She sounded and moved like she was really appreciating it. She was so sweet and she did everything to give him good access to her sweetness. He had to have her again. He reached for a raincoat and she lowered herself onto him, straddling him, riding him. He massaged her perfect breasts and her perfectly firm little nipples. They felt so good on his tongue. "Do you want to fuck me from behind?" she asked. "Definitely," he replied. They changed positions. She was magnificent, looking down at her hourglass figure and heart-shaped bum. He took hold of her waist and they went at it. She asked him to do it harder. She moaned loudly as he did what he was instructed to do. "Spank that ass." she told him. Her firm, round ass was perfect for just such a thing. It made her moan louder. He looked down, watching himself move in and out her. He was glistening from her wetness. He grabbed hold of her waist and did what he was told. She moaned and screamed her approval. She swayed and bucked in rhythm with him. After a while, she went back to using her oral skills on him and my God, does she have skills! He could have looked down at her piercing eyes for hours, as she continued to take care of him, but alas he wasn't able to last another few hours. They relaxed on the bed after he was spent, finishing off the bottle of wine and enjoying a few laughs. He loved looking at her face, her pouty lips. She looked like an angel (that fucks like the devil!) As she prepared to leave, she gave him a big hug and a warm, wet kiss goodbye. As he closed the door behind her, he was already thinking about next time...

I get a lot of pm's from members requesting information, opinions, etc., and I'm happy to help as far as I can. I'm glad to be considered a useful and trustworthy resource! I never of course provide information that's better requested of the sp herself, like specific services, locations, or rates, and things like that, but I've had some good exchanges with members on their expectations and experiences. That more private side of cerb communication is something I enjoy. The reason I'm posting this is to say how much I appreciate it when members get back to me after I've responded, even with a simple thank you. It's good to be acknowledged, and I'm grateful to my correspondents who take the time to do this, and to let me know afterwards how things went, or just in general to share their own thoughts. But that 'thank you' is the important part.

mostly, you are paying for their time. What you do with it, is up to you.

Thanks I never knew this.... this is definitely off the list for me then.

I wrote this a year ago today. The apartment was clean and the landlord had completed the final inspection and it was time for me to go. I asked for a moment and stepped out onto the balcony for the last time. It was the morning of November 30 and it was a little chilly and as I lit my cigarette I noticed my hands shaking a bit and I felt a little shivery. As I inhaled that smoke and looked out on the courtyard I finally just let it all go. As I stood sobbing and smoking the landlord discretely stepped out of my view. My Dad passed away on November 1 and the past 30 days has been a blur of making final arrangements, organizing a heck of a wake, making and receiving countless phone calls and having countless conversations as well as wading through a myriad of paper work. I made multiple daily trips to pack memorable items and donate and give away his stuff. George Carlin was right at the end no one really wants most of your stuff. It fully crystallized for me the futility of chasing stuff. And now it was over. Now it would be my time to mourn. My Dad joined the Merchant Navy as a 16 year old in 1942 and began the adventure of a life time. His ports of call included Peru, Venezuela, Cuba, France, England and on and on including several trips across the North Atlantic and through the Guatemala Canal. Raised a family of 3 children, suffered the loss of a child aged 44 to breast cancer and then my Mom to stomach cancer 11 years ago. He lived in the same house for 52 years and spent the last 5 years in an apartment, the one I turned over yesterday. Dad enjoyed remarkably good health for most of his life, 3 years ago in his early 80?s that started to change. I became part of his care giving team and we spent a lifetime of time together at Dtrs appointments and in hospital rooms. We never had much in common, I am not a parent and certainly didn?t go to war at 16 and things have come relatively easy for me. Truth be told he sort of figured I just skated through life and never really applied myself, and it was true mostly because I haven?t had to. It wasn?t that I didn?t work, I always have but he knew that even the exec positions I held came have come easy for me. But all those hours together made us have to talk to pass the time and I learned exactly who this man, my Dad was, what he believed in, why he made the decisions he did. That was very cool. Dad had a great home care team and my role was in reality pretty easy, I handled the banking, attended all appointments, and ultimately became in charge of his care. One Xmas season the home care schedule was thrown into flux and there would be no one available for bath day. There was really no choice, either there would be no bath or I would be the one to provide it. It was sort of a humiliating experience for him and an embarrassing situation for me but a one point I realized we were having one of those life is a full circle moments as he would have bathed me as a child and here the child was bathing him. He had enjoyed a tremendous summer and celebrated his great grand daughter?s 1st and 3rd birthdays. I tried to convince him to go to emergency the day he passed, but said he didn?t want to lie in a hallway for days on end and would rather watch the World Series and eat some ice cream. He passed away that night and we found him the next morning. His last words to me were: Thanks for everything and don?t feel guilty?.. I stood there with tears streaming down my face reflecting on our journey together and how I found out whom he really was and in the process also found out who I really am and I couldn?t be more grateful. It was my turn to mourn and then I?ll do what he would expect me to do. I?ll live a lot and I?ll laugh a lot and I?ll love a lot?..he wouldn?t have in any other way. Peace MG

There are factors too numerous to list involved in making this kind of decision. If the relationship is one you are committed to making work there will be details that need to be addressed upfront. My opinions are for SPs... 1. What will you do to replace your loss of income? If he is replacing it, you need to get it in an ironclad written agreement. If he is not replacing the income you need to think long and hard about whether or not you can afford to leave. 2. Why is he asking this? Is it a control issue? This is indicative of possessive tendencies and can lead to other problems down the road. 3. What about long term financial planning for yourself? Is he willing to pony up and ensure these things are looked after. 4. Will you be happy? If you escort to pay the bills and don't actually enjoy the work, he is willing to sign the appropriate documents and take over financially then it could be a good thing. But if you like your work and would not consider leaving except for the fact that he is asking, will you genuinely be happy with "life" after you have squared up? If you can't answer yes to that, then don't do it. You have to make this decision for yourself, not for him. The fact it is asked or even implied is a red flag and you need to proceed with caution. If he truly loved you, he would not ask... cat

I agree with what Meagan and Nicolette have said here. I would not stop because someone asked me to. If and when I do, it will be because I want to.

No I wouldn't let anyone tell me this. And to those hobbyists who tell ladies this, how about we told you to stop to stop having sex because this business is "immoral"? They would tell us we were crazy! I do not judge hobbyists for why they see escorts because it all revolves around personal circumstances and why they engage in the hobby just as escorts have circumstances for working in this business. That would be like SPs telling clients who are not happy in the bedroom at home to just go home and try to work it out with the wife even though she doesn't want to reciprocate. That's none of my business and this should also apply to an SP's personal life. We all know this business has a shelf life and if someone chooses to do this for an extended period of time and still have clientele, more power to her. You would be surprised how many clients are hypocritical and presumptious almost as if they have to give us a lecture. And my response is "So does your wife know you're banging someone else?" That shuts them up pretty quickly. If you want things to go south with me on an appt, I dare you to ask this question. Your mileage won't go very far and you'll never see me again. For those who know me, know better than to tell me how to live my life and the ones that do don't find themselves in my company for much longer. I have always been a very independent person and am capable of making certain decisions even if comes with consequences. I am well aware of that. Have I sacrificed things for this business? Absolutely! But I made those choices. Some made more carefully than others yet at the end of the day, it was my decision and it will be my decision when I want to "give this all up". It works for me right now while the business hasn't worked in the past and I've done other things. If someone doesn't want to accept me for who I am, that's fine but that means they cannot be with me. If I were handed an ultimatum, then I would have to walk away. If you care about someone, you don't give them an ultimatum. That person will end up resenting the person handing it out. When I 'give this all up', it will be for the right reasons and not because someone told me to. It is a business like no other and yet a business like many others.