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how do you get them ,and why do people take them away? It seems like you can take forever to gain them,but only one moment to lose them all. I now walk on egg shells here when I post anything, any suggestions on how i can get points and keep them. Just want to be a more productive member on here and enjoy the wealth of beautiful woman we all share and get to know.

I find all of this very disappointing to read. It bothers me because it almost insults the rest of us. Whether we like it or not, people generalize. And if SPs in Winnipeg have a reputation of being flaky, non-commital, unavailable, unfriendly, scammers, rushers and overall unprofessional, then its going to reflect negatively on the rest of us. I take what I do for a living very seriously. I chose to do it, with 2 university degrees behind me. It didn't matter. I regularly apply my business acumen to my choice of career and I pride myself on the level of friendliness and professionalism I consistenly maintain. And it isn't always easy, either! lol To those who constantly disappoint, won't pick up their phones, refuse to provide advertised services and so on, shame on you all. This is a business ladies, and your number one priority should always be your client. Try and put yourself in their shoes for a moment. Would you appreciate driving hours into the city, having made an appointment for some fun, to find you're being avoided/stood up? Not a good feeling. Or what about posting photos of yourself that are clearly not of you, or are completely out of date? How can any of you be at all surprised when a client is clearly disappointed with how you really look? False advertising is illegal in most other industries, as it should be in this one. Oh! And let's not forget the young and inexperienced ones who come onto the scene out of nowhere and start demanding $300 an hour. I think those have to be my favourites. :roll: Anyway, my advice to the plethora of SPs available in Winnipeg (more than in any other city), is to try a little integrity. It goes a long way. If you behave unprofessionally, you will be found out, in one way or another, so why even bother? Just because you have a digital camera, a cell phone and an internet connection, does not necessarily qualify you to call yourself a Service Provider.

There is always a moment of disorientation whenever I wake up somewhere I've never slept before. The light is different here. I can sense that I'm lying in a different direction than I am when I'm at home. The bed feels different. And unusually for me today, there is a warm body beside me, soft breathing the only sound I hear. I turn and look at her. Her face is angelic in the dim light. Her brow is smooth, free from the cares of the world. I wonder idly what she is dreaming about at this moment. Her chest daintily rises and falls in her slumber. I remember everything now. I met her for the very first time the last time I was in town. She drew me in with her soft kisses, lulling me into a sense of comfort and grace before welcoming me to town with a bang. She pounced on me, frenzied savage lust the spice following the sugar. I was stunned at this woman, a unexpectedly satisfying delight. I left town starry eyed and a little in awe and I thought about her from time to time for quite a while after that trip. The day came when I knew that I would be returning. I wrote asking about an extended visit. I wrote that I enjoyed the time when when we met very much, and that I hoped for more than last time. I wanted a longer little vacation from the rough scrum of my daily life. And I wanted her to be my companion for that trip from reality. But I knew that we hardly knew each other. I knew that a brand new travelling companion on that vacation from life could be a challenge. We might find that we didn't really get along. I could be disappointed. It was a risk indeed, and I held my breath for a moment when I pressed send on my message. But she wrote back, saying that she'd be thrilled to spend so much time with me. So here I was now. I thought back to last evening, bare hours ago. She could have asked to go to any number of fancy restaurants, ordered extravagantly and she knew that I would have picked up her tab without a word. But we went to a fun place that we both had talked about, piling our plates high with buffet food, getting tipsy on silly fruity drinks with umbrellas. We had a grand time, she and I, joking and laughing. It felt natural to be with her, like she was my best friend in the whole world. And though I wanted the fun to start in earnest, those improbable girly drinks made me bold. I whispered an indecent proposal into her ear. Something I knew she wouldn't be expecting. Something a little indiscreet. Her eyes opened wide before turning to me with a smile and saying, "Sure." And that is how we came to be walking hand in hand along the river pathway, her head on my shoulder, late into the evening. We talked on and on, not about the polite subjects of barely familiar aquaintances but about some of the deeper topics that can polarize and divide. Religion. Politics. But perhaps not too surprisingly, we were in complete agreement on the subject of sex. And later that night, the subject came up again. But this time she had me right where she wanted me, riding me like the western cowgirl she was. And I bucked and snorted and played my part. She made me feel like a stallion, and we rode long and hard into the night. I held her tenderly afterwards, kissing her softly as we drifted off to sleep. I think I fell in love a little last evening. And now, the reality is starting to creep around me, inexorably, like the tide. I don't even know her real name. And I know that after tomorrow morning, we'll both go our separate ways. We'll forget about this evening and each other, and go on with our lives. I suddenly felt alone and empty, in spite of this delightful creature beside me in this bed. I looked out the window at the brightly lit office towers of the city, and saw the sky is getting every so slightly light off to the east. That morning will be here soon, before I know it. That moment of reckoning, when I watch her walk away, is close at hand. The stars glittered down, cold points of ice, mocking me. I know money can't buy happiness. But that never stops me from trying to. I look down at her. Her chest gingerly rises and falls, rises and falls. It's almost as if she knows I'm watching her. I know that if she was awake she would be kissing my mouth, stroking my back, whispering her secrets. Making me feel wanted. She's asleep, though. But she still stirs in her repose. She turned on her side, away from me before snuggling back against me. I put my arm around her waist without thinking, drawing her close to me. And she smiled in her unconscious reverie as we spoon. I feel my heart fill with joy to see her unselfconscious smile at the feel of my warmth. No, money can't buy happiness. I know that I have to find that myself. And I do find it, in the smallest of things, and sometimes when I least expect it. I'm happy from the warmth and the closeness of her. I'm happy that I can make her smile spontaneously, when both of us least expect it. And more than anything else, I'm happy that I still get to spend a couple of more hours with her. I look outside at the city, the sky deep indigo. The stars are twinkling their blessings now. My loneliness is gone. I settle back down, and nuzzle her soft, fragrant hair. I fall asleep in moments.

I don't know if this exactly fits what you had in mind, but dim sum @ the Mandarin Ogilvy is the most excellent in the city, imo. I found good raspberry beer from Belgium in the Market @ Vineyards - Frambozen (or something like that) Haven't seen cherry beer yet though.

I took a world religions course though a couple years ago in University, and found it to be so interesting learning about other religions. My favourite religions to learn about were ones that I knew very little about such as Hindu & Buddhism. It also was interesting to learn things about other religions that I thought I knew everything about, when in reality, I had the total different incorrect idea about, it helped educate me a lot. I am a Catholic, but I'm a firm believer that every religion is valid, whether you have 1 follower or 1 billion. They should all be treated equally and with the same respect. My only pet peeve about religion/politics is when people try to shove their own beliefs upon you. There are no right or wrong religions, there are just different ones in my opinion.

Old Dog! What would CERB be without your jokes and sense of humour! I can only hope that you surive the impending zombie apocalypse to cheer us all up.

You see, Samantha Evans, dear, The poll results we had last year, The winner was our MegforFun, But outpolled was she, by one named "none." I checked for writings spawned by "none," But I could find nary a one. I searched and searched, both high and low, I searched and searched both to and fro. The enigmatic one named "none", Dressed not in lace nor like a nun, She was completely absent here, She showed no boob, no face, no rear. I sat and wondered who she was, Or more precisely, who she does? To garner such support from those, Who prefer their women with no clothes. So as I will most often do, I ask for members to eschew, The woman that will post no blurb, On our beloved little CERB. So in ending I will merely ask, That you take heed, here is the task: When voting for the girls we love, Consider not "none of the above." The End.

This morning while I drink my coffee and read the boards here, I?m struck by how many complaints we have about the guys who take advantage of some aspect of our services and then treat us badly. There are active discussions about men who: Try to negotiate or bargain clearly-stated non-negotiable fees Try to pay less than the agreed fee after they arrive Try to get services that were not agreed on before the date Complain about our screening questions Don?t bother to take a shower, brush their teeth or trim their nails before seeing us Assume that we're likely to rob them Threaten to write bad reviews and/or aren?t believed when they write good ones Insult us, our need for safety and even our looks when we don?t give in to what they demand No one is forced to read our ads and websites, look at our photos, contact us, discuss our services with us, or meet with us. It?s all voluntary and initiated by the client. The client has needs, feelings, preferences and curiosity, but why do so many refuse to take responsibility for themselves? What they express as anger, self-righteous indignation and personal entitlement is really projected self-hatred. I want to sit these men down and say: If you don?t want to see a paid companion, don?t do it. If you decide to seek out a companion, that's your decision. What you want is not what everyone else may want. That?s usually a wonderful thing. Recognize that we?re not like cheap candy that you can buy daily. We?re more like fine dining to be enjoyed occasionally. Plan accordingly. If someone?s prices are too high for you, either wait until you can afford her, or find someone else. Meanwhile, don't blame her for your lack of funds. Recognize that she charges what the market will bear. That means that there are plenty of others who can afford to see her. Always be polite and considerate. No matter what. Even if you feel confused, disappointed or insulted, be polite. Remember that companions are human beings, just like you. We have needs, desires, dreams and things we?re worried about or afraid of, just as you do. We will protect both your health and our own. Fair is fair. If you're worried about your safety, know that she's concerned about her safety, too. No matter who or how important you are or think you are, the one who is taking the most risks is always the companion. Always. Relax.

this is a sensible approach in almost all situations. J

What Malika said is pretty bang on You get rep points when you post something that is positive, shows respect for other CERB members, makes a good point that hasn't been made etc etc etc But rep points are given out by other cerb members, if he/she thinks its rep worthy LOL. And there is no hard and fast rule on what you will post that will give you rep points. Except if you post something negative, a bashing, are ignorant to other CERB members, that'll take away points fast As for being afraid to post, if you want to post something, and your not sure, ask yourself does it keep in CERB policy, "if you do not have anything nice to say, please don't say anything at all", and "no negative comments, reviews or fighting please" BTW, differences of opinion allowed, but bashing someone else for their opinion not allowed Does that help RG

Be respectful, try to give good advice or say funny stuff:P Also it depend who give you rep points. if someone have more rep point (wrinkleintime is the one that have the most) will give you more point that someone that have no post)

The "Variation on the 'favourite' song" thread now had 3000 posts. In its honour, I present a few statistics. Assuming 3000 songs at 3.5 minutes average, there are: 10500 minutes of music which is 175 hours or just over 7 days That right, one week straight worth of music. However, that's only 1/6000th of the iTunes library, so there's lots of life left in the thread. If this thread were a CERB poster, it would have a similar number of posts to Nicolette Vaughn, Wrinkled in Time and, fittingly, RoamingGuy. Now, enough rambling and back to the songs. Led Zeppelin - Ramble On http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKVp-atyiVA

Challenge accepted.

Looks like Pete is leading a new trend! Gentlemen, I challenge each of you to create your own, custom line of men's underwear. Y-fronts or boxers, as seems appropriate. Speedos, too, if you dare! Your choice of fabrics, patterns, colours, fit, drape, embellishments--there are so many possibilitiies. A fashion show would be a marvelous thing! The ladies have been doing this very thing since the dawn of time. Now it's YOUR turn! :biggrin:

Ramones - I wanna be sedated http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_wssByW7JQ&feature=related

I had ben considering visiting MP's for a little while, and Emily's profile caught my attention. What can i add that wasn't already said? She is friendly, warm, and most of all as a great sense of humor. She definetly is someone to be at ease around. Her pictures, which are great, do not do her justice. She is much more beautiful in person!!! The Spa's rooms are great and well kept, but of course become secondary when in such great and lovely company! I left very much relaxed. For those wanting to contact her directly as to ask questions, you can rest assured that she is prompt in answering questions, is very professional, and her that her fun and lovely personality shines through.

As a sidebar, there are machines that accept coins and redeem them for bills albeit with a minor service fee I got over $250.00 redeeming my pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters recently, and no hassles with rolling the coins and going to the bank Here's the link http://www.coinstar.com/ And this link will show you locations in the Ottawa area http://www.coinstar.com/coinmachine/SearchAddress/ottawa%2C%20ontario Surprising how fast coins add up to major dollars RG

I'm not interested in arguing about religion or spirituality. Religions fascinate me, though. I don't believe that any one religion has a monopoly on Truth. I don't think that all religions are the same, though. It seems pretty clear to me that they're not. What grabs my attention are notions about what is good; where bad things come from; what is the purpose of life; how do we find meaning when faced with enormous pain or suffering; what is sacred and why; what is hope, where does it come from and how does it matter; etc. I'm always interested in hearing about others' views and experiences. What people learned when they were children and how their views have been affirmed, deepened or changed over the course of their life often makes for a great discussion. The question I most want to ask these days is, What have your religious or spiritual values motivated you to do, and why?

I'm not 100%, but I'm about 92% sure, the Vineyards in the Byward Market has a cherry beer. I know they have a blueberry beer. They have like a million different beers from out of the province. They also have numerous different wines. Getting drunk is fun! I'll be off soon to do that, haha.

I identify as wiccan and somewhat practician. I turn kids into frogs and I ride a broom :D (at least some people seem to think that) though I am also partisan of the flying spaghetti monster and the theory of chaos:p

Me too! I did a Women and Religion course two years ago and last year I did Women in Early Christianity. It was pretty neat learning about all that stuff, even if I don't believe in any of it.

I love learninng about all faiths. There all so interesting. Posted via Mobile Device

I don't know how to give rep points with my mobile so @old dog, too funny, as always :) valid points on why you guys choose to buy or not buy starbucks coffee but with all due respect I think the thread is being hijacked or going a different direction. The OP asked what are our starbucks favourite drinks not if we find it overpriced or not, or worth its price. Don't get me wrong I know is no biggy but just thought I would point it out with that said,my fave starbucks are the iced white mocha and the caramel machiatto. Posted via Mobile Device

Wanted to give you rep points but already gave too many for the day. But OMG I couldn't agree more! I too enjoy this particular activity.....and even when holding the lady's head, I never do so forcefully, because as you said, my dick is in her mouth. To anyone looking in from the outside it would appear that I am the one in control..but never for one instance does the notion that I am the one in control ever cross my mind, I am always very conscious of the fact that it takes just one chomp and my life will never be the same again :p

Sounds like ,Us verses Them ! I for one am not controlled by this imaginary power ! Name a board that has anywhere near the same number of Ladies participating, and Why is that ? We get to talk to the ladies, and not just talk about them ! I vote to keep this site as it is !

Saminsam - very kind and loved reading his input!

I thought I'd had the final word, That no more poems were pending It seems my wishes were not heard - I pray there'll be an ending! And so, once more unto the breach I drag my weary fingers While inspiration's in my reach And an idea still lingers. Another thought occurs to me I hope my words are heeded; A solution, plain to see Which will achieve what's needed. To deal with this spoiler 'None' And you may think this wise Perhaps she could be made to run Against all of us guys? And before I call it a night One thing cannot be stayed: It seems to me, clear as daylight - WE REALLY MUST GET LAID! So, ladies, will you hear our pleas Before things become worse? 'Cos if we do not get some fun We'll have to write more verse.

ok...I have been meaning to write this for some time.....actually it feel like way to long..... I just hope the lovely blooming flower of Dorinda can forgive the old fart I am....hehehehe Well....it has been a true adventure to meet up with D....we have tried over the last year to connect.....but with colds...flu......my schedule...then the disapearance of D....we never did get together.....it was torture with all the teaseing we had done by postings and PM's..... Then she returned...and the old anlter was ready to get back and try and set up a time....and we did...then we got confused of the day and time...we almost missed it again.......but alas...we did....and boy am I glad we did..... So you can picture a guy walking down the street.....bright sunny day....a bounce in his step....and a grin that only a true fellow hobbiest would understand........the grin of anticipation.......I am just glad I had loose pants and a strong underwear band.... Up I go...with present in hand and am giddy like a little kid...I knock....and then almost get knocked over by the stunning beauty that greets me.........wow.... So...we embrace..laugh..and I give her the something special I brought.....a bouquet of .....welll.....special flowers.......a true signature I plan to make a tradition...... So..what followed was.......bump...grind...tickle...squeeze...slurp...lick.....oooo...moan....hehehehe.....grab......thrust...pull....spin...laugh...drip....wipe....drink... But overall......one of the most interesting ladies I have met..she has fire in her eyes.....a bounce in her step.... I will say I left there with more of a grin....and I even left the parking guy a tip.....hehehehe I thank Dorinda for being who she is........and letting us be a part of her life...

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I think of her as my swan. She was so beautiful, so graceful. I'd always thought she was so terribly elegant. She had creamy pale skin, and a long ballerina's neck. She just glided through life, as serenely as can be, with class and distinction. So of course, I had to meet someone so lovely. But when I finally met her, I became the Leda to her Zeus in swan's clothing. Her facade lifted, I was a willing participant in her violation of me, her seduction carried out hungrily, forcefully. I was shocked, then relented, then delighted. I left with a grin on my face and scratches on my back. I ached for days, and thought of her with a smile everytime I felt a twinge. And every time I saw her afterwards, I marvelled at her smooth skin and her smooth manner as she greeted me. I would arrive, and we would often share a glass of wine and chat, politely, elegantly. And then she would take me by the hand and lead me to her lair, where she would part the heavens and appear in her true form, always leaving me thunderstruck. I came to know her well over time. And I eventually found that she was like a swan in ways that I hadn't foreseen. She still appeared to glide through life, effortlessly, noiselessly. But now, I see that below the surface she was paddling like mad, desperately trying to stay afloat. For her outward calm was a facade for the world, an adopted persona. Her magnificent dignity didn't allow her to show the pain in her life, the dire circumstances which she lived and loved in. I couldn't help her very much. All I could do was offer my words of comfort, and hope that I could give her a few minutes of pleasure and distraction from the rest of her tortured existence. She never ever really needed my envelopes, her troubles went beyond anything mere money could set right. She glided out of my life, one cold winter's day. She left quietly, without a whisper of goodbye, leaving no visible ripples except for the ones in my memories.