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Ok here I go. I know some will not agree with this but it has been in my mind for a while now and I just have to get it out! I know in cerb as long as nothing negative is said there is freedom of speech so by no means this is an attempt from me to stop this but just me showing another side of the coin, a woman's perspective and boy that can be complicated so get ready guys. For months I have been reading or sometimes just seeing in the main index all the 'best whatever' threads and I often think 'The best according to who?' obviously according to whoever posted it but my point is in order to know what or who the best is you would have to try them all right? In my dictionary the best is very relative as we all have different tastes which means definition of best varies from one person to another and what is best for me may very likely not be for someone else. I have a point I promise. I know us ladies on cerb are confident enough not to let this 'best' threads bother us as we are aware of the fact that each of us is a different individual with characteristics and skills that make us all unique but I still find naming someone the best kind of shallow. Yes, of course us ladies feel flattered with the compliments we receive but I think this can be left in the picture comments and recommendations area. I know this may and very likely will not change anything or stop you guys from posting on those threads but that's not my goal anyway but you understanding a litle more the way we or at least I feel. In the end as much as as I said these 'best' threads have been in my mind for a while it was actually a comment in a recommendation I read yesterday that made me write this and I know the guy who wrote it meant nothing else but complementing the lady he was talking about but I found it a little too extreme so I'll quote him ' she is the way all women should be' seriously?? I may be overreacting but find this comment kind of extreme. The fact that to him this lady is what he was looking for in an escort or/and a great experience for him does not mean us other women should be like her. Am I taking this too literally? Possibly but still needed to get it out. Thanks to those who read this!! xoxo

Great answer harboursmoke!! Yes for heaven's sake gents don't be shy, everyone likes something different. I am very happy to receive personal instructions and I am not shy either. The conservation back and forth is very erotic and really ads to the fun. :-)

I think it's like pizza, even bad pizza is still pizza!

The door swung open, and I stepped through. I finally saw her face. She was cute. I would have turned for a second look if I had seen her in the street, in the market. Her large brown eyes opened wide as she saw me and she smiled her broad toothy grin, looking as if she was about to burst out in girlish giggles. She looked away as I gave her an appreciative gaze, but the smile remained. Shy, I thought. I introduced myself, said I was glad to meet her. She stood a few feet away and it gave me chance to look her over. Mmm, very nice. It was my turn to show my broad grin, and I swear I imagined seeing her blush in the dim light. She led me onto her sofa, where she sat far away. She was so formal. I smiled. She was cute already, but now the unexpected distance between us was endearing. Well, it was no matter. We were in no rush. We chatted lightly about the too-short Winnipeg summers and about the vagaries of fate that had brought us to this sofa, at this moment. Our conversation petered out quickly. I reached for her hand, small and delicate in my hands, like a tiny bird. I kissed her fingertips, stroked the soft skin on the back of her hand. She smiled, amused. I drew closer, put my hand gently on her cheek and brought her closer for a kiss. Sometimes an eternity can be in a moment, and this was one of those moments. Our lips parted, our tongues lightly dancing over each other's. Her breath was fresh, a spearmint pool that I wanted to dive into face first and immerse myself into. It was time. I stood up and she led me to her bed. We both shucked off our clothes as if they were on fire, then kissed again. This time, it was warm skin to warm skin, soft breasts against my chest. We collapsed onto the bed and she decided to take charge. She gave me a gentle nudge to lie back as she took me into her mouth. I gasped at the sudden warmth and wetness, and my breath grew heavy as she did her magic. I gently stroked the soft pale skin on the small of her back. I was getting close. I stood on the edge of that precipice, peering down into it, longing to swan-dive in to the inky depths. But she brought me close, pulled me back and brought be closer still, again and again. My head was still reeling when she looked up and climbed on top. Her shyness was gone, and I saw the predatory glitter in her eyes. She had me right where she wanted me, now. She straddled my hips in one smooth motion and in an instant I was inside her, her hair spilling over my face. Her lips were parted, showing her straight white teeth as she started to pant. Her eyes were closed as she started to thrust. I was her dream lover now, and I could feel her hot breath bare inches away from my own mouth. I took her hips in my hands and we settled into an easy lope. I watched her face, those full sensuous lips, those high cheekbones, as her expression drifted between a blissful smile and exquisite agony. Our bodies grew warm and sweaty, wrapping us up in the thinnest of cloaks with our shared dampness. She froze with a sharp intake of her breath, her brow knitting, her body tensing. A few more thrusts, and it was my turn now. My eyes closed as I followed her into bliss, white stars exploding behind clenched eyelids. It was the sweetest of releases, with this intimate stranger. I opened my eyes and she was suddenly shy again, not quite meeting my gaze. "Is everything OK?" I managed out between pants. "Oh yeah. Everything's great!" Her toothy grin returned, her still flushed face revealing all. Good. She settled easily into the crook of my arm, her face away from me. We spooned and though we couldn't see each other's faces, the warmth of our bodies, the closeness of our embrace said it all for us. I've known other shy women in this world, to be sure. In fact, it had happened so many times that I've referred to them as ladies who chose to speak through their craft. But these ladies were a cipher, an unknowable riddle that I knew I would never solve. Nor did I really want to. But this one was different. Her touch echoed mine. Her flesh felt as if it were my flesh, we spoke through our touch, our kisses. We had moved in time. In tune. As one. She intrigued me now, this shy woman. She had piqued my curiosity. I wanted to make her comfortable with me, to draw her from her shell. Our bodies spoke of the chemistry between us, and for that alone I could quickly grow to enjoy coming here. But I also saw intelligence behind those big brown eyes as we talked, and of course, I had been tipped off earlier by a glance at the book titles on the shelf just out of view. I had no idea whether she would let me solve her mysteries. But I saw the curiosity as well in her eyes as well about the tale-weaver, the feathered conundrum on her bed. Perhaps we could yet explore. Perhaps we could explore together. But my time was up, and I had to go. I wouldn't get to draw her out, discover the person behind the bashful smile. I looked at her wistfully as I got up from the bed and started to get dressed. For I knew I was going to dream later of her thrusting over me, hot breath on my face, electric tension as we drew close. No, I wouldn't find out any more about my shy beauty. At least, this time.

I know it might be a bit out there for some, but I decide to add my own QR code with my contact info embedded in my photo albums. You can see it at http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/album.php?albumid=3322&pictureid=20433 I've already tested that it works with an iPhone app -- Just scan the screen with your iPhone and 'wham bam thank you ma'am', the contact info added to my phone. I made my free QR Code at http://zxing.appspot.com/generator/ and on my iPhone I am using QR scanner app called "Scan" Don't know how far QR will catch on, but it is an interesting technology and with smart phones, very accessible as well. \

Initially everyone gets the benefit of the doubt from me. Though fool me once shame on you, fool me twice...and I guarantee there will never ever be an opportunity for a third time. I do forgive but I never forget. Peace MG

The Internet requires a much thicker skin than many are used to having. It's very easy to lash out/post one's opinions that many do not think of the consequence. You must remember that there are also many out there who use the Internet as a forum for spouting stuff they would never do in person or in public. The best advice is to let it just flow right off you and don't fall into the trap of confrontation because rarely does the one "in the right" ever come across much better than the person who said/did the harmful thing.

1976 Cougar .....purrrrrrrrr ! Picture this bad boy as a Red Cougar with a small back seat !! Well just picture it as red... They all have a small back seat. :wink:

At least she didn't treat it like .....

Thank you everyone. Your recommendations and kind words are very much appreciated.

My First car My first car was a 1991 Grand Prix. So many problems with that car, it wasn't even funny. Although one thing that was funny is that the gas tank was leaking and also, my gas gauge was not working anymore; so it was a bit hard to determine if there was gas in the tank, without making it overleak. My Best car I'd have to say my 2000 Cavalier. Very reliable, not a problem with that car. Did 200,000km in 5 years without a hitch. My Worst car The Grand Prix mentioned above was bad but I have to say that my current car is the worst I owned. It's a 2003 Pontiac G3 Wave, that I bought new with a very good price, when Pontiac was discontinuing and the auto industry was on tough times. It runs well, very well, but it is the cheapest-made car I've ever seen. I had a little accident with it and the damage on it was unbelievable because it's so fragile; it's made of paper-mache. If I ever have a REAL accident with it, I'll be dead for sure.

shaved for me! I have been shaving since i am really young and kept it that way...the longest I went I think was 12 days without shaving just to see what it would be like it...it was horrible. I felt dirty and wrong. and I love masturbating just after shaving...the skin is a bit more raw, so more sensitive and hello sensation for me!

I am a little older than you wonderful ladies and only got into this lifestyle in 2009. All of my friends and acquaintances are older than me and would be mortified to find out my sexy secret. Out of respect for them (and ok, I am chicken, for myself) I won't show my face. If I happen to encounter someone I know, we just deal with it! If I were in my 20's I would be out to the world!!! This may sound a bit hypocritical to some but I have come to terms with my choice to remain anonymous eventhough I wish I could form the courage to shout it from the rooftops without it impacting my private life as I have known it for soooo long!

I don't know if this thread is referring to jst ua woman giving a man oral sex but when a man gives a woman oral sex please, do not suck her clit like you're sucking something through a straw. I can't tell you how painful that is during and after. I tell my lovers how I like it even if it sounds bossy. At least they know I will enjoy it if they are doing it correctly.

How come I'm not on there? :)

Rory Gallagher - Tattooed Lady

This thread has nothing to do with religion and that it is only a factor in what's happening here and i see it more and more, it's called disrespect and ignorance at the higest level. How can you be intimate with someone one minute and in the next breath you're telling them that they are trash and should die? I am stunned. Beyond stunned actually. If someone was telling me ( an experienced SP btw) this in a most intimate moment, they would be at the maximum risk of having their balls grabbed so tightly he would wish he was the one who was dead followed by a tongue lashing with his clothes thrown out the door probably with a glass vase for good measure as well. I can't even imagine this happening. Her books, her belongings or anything else that was not brought up in a dicussion was not his business and he should have kept his big mouth shut or left if he felt that uncomfortable. But no... he still got laid while being able to verbally abuse her at the same time. This is the issue at hand here. No one should have to endure this and yes, it is abuse and it is not about having to hide your things especially if is not a topic of conversation for the client to even have a point of view. Does it really matter now about having to keep a fantasy alive even though the guy is a huge D-bag? No, of course not. He probably would have stuck his foot in his mouth by saying something else that was equally offensive. Sorry for the rant but this thread has made me really upset and disturbed ( and it takes a lot to get me to this pojnt) and I know Malika you haven't been in business that long so don't let this deter you. It is obviously a learning experience and what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Hugs to you. xoxo