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I feel the need to start this thread, due to the lack of respect and attention to following simple instructions lately. Ive worded this in reference to no one, just a generalization to a few things. You contact me, we go through screening and agree on the date and time. You are told you will be contacted a few days prior with details to confirm. 3 days prior you are emailed with detailed instructions with a number and a date and time frame to call and confirm on. Scenarios as follows: Scenario A) You don't call within time frame - Encounter is cancelled and time is available Scenario B) You email letting me know you cant call within that time and we agree on another time in which you don't call - Same result as above - encounter cancelled. Scenario C) You call and confirm and encounter goes ahead as planned Scenario D) You email the morning of to ask if we are still on, yet I never heard from you - What do you think the answer to this question is? Scenario E) You leave a voice mail with we emailed and Im calling no name, number or anything else in the message - Chances are the encounter will be cancelled as its very rude to call a number back and say Who's this? And Ive asked you to call me, for discretion I would rather not return the call unless I have been given the ok to do so. We have a system in place that works for our own personal business, if you dont wish to follow instructions, dont waste our time. I value your time and respect your wishes on privacy, discretion and everything else. If you value mine, why does one feel its okay to not follow the simple instructions that I have given. I can be flexible with my confirmation policy when you let me know in advance. I ask you to call as that is how I confirm my dates, I wont email or text you any details so you have to call (my confirmation email is very clear on this), at this point if you don't like this policy it is your time to say that you are declining our date, I wont get mad as I would prefer your honesty over wasting my time and that of someone else who would have enjoyed the visit, but due to the games someone else has played they were unable to visit. When I ask you to call when your parking - I MEAN it, dont call from the lobby if I have asked you not too(considering discretion is SO important, why does the fact that your calling from in front of the hotel staff and repeating the suite number aloud not strike you as indiscreet?) Just because im not a revolving door, does not mean I want attention drawn to myself at any time. I enjoy the places I stay and wish to keep it that way. I also enjoy the company that I keep and NEVER want to jeopardize anyones privacy ever. You provide me your number and ask me not to call, I follow your instructions so how hard is it to show the same respect to mine. For an industry where discretion is key, I am just astounded as to why it is expected from me, but not returned by you.

I recently had to do the most difficult thing of my entire life and was curious to know what is the most difficult thing others have had to do? My son as many know, has followed in my footsteps and joined the Royal Navy. In the fall he was informed that sometime in the New Year, he would be shipping off to the Persian Gulf. As someone who has served in war zones more times than I can count, being based on a modern warship is generally a pretty safe place to be. Yes accidents can happen, but it is certainly much better than being on the ground. Despite this, the whole scenario has been weighing heavily on my mind for some time. There is no reason for me to feel this way, the ship's Captain is a very good friend of mine and one of the best in the Royal Navy, but I find myself very stressed out! About two weeks ago, the day came for him to ship out. I quietly flew home to see him off. It was a very odd situation for me. Usually when I see troops off, it's really no big deal. I know the risks, but I also know the odds of something happening. Yet, the day came and I must admit that I chained smoked like a fiend!!!! My son's mother and I had a long conversation the night before about it. She was clearly looking to me for strength given the circumstances. Outwardly I was strong for her, yet inside I just felt like crawling in a hole. As they were boarding the ship, I was allowed on board to say goodbye in private with my son. Rank does have it's privilege at times. Once on board, I pulled my son aside to give him some words of wisdom. He quietly thanked me for my advice, and then that moment came to finally say goodbye for the next 6 months. We kind of looked at each other awkwardly for a couple of seconds...then a huge hug! I made sure to tell him to take care, and remember...his father loves him and always will. I noticed some of the other junior officers were watching, I told my son if they give him hard time about it let them know senior officers do have a heart, and care more about others than they use to. If they keep bugging him, I told him to use my line..."eat shit and die!"....HAHAHAHA!!!! Always have to laugh. I now find myself constantly checking my e-mail for an update from him, wondering how he is doing. I've been on edge ever since that day and probably will be for the next 6 months, but being British means you will most likely see war more than once in your lifetime and everyone from there knows that. It defines who we are. I want to know what is the most difficult thing you've ever had to do? I know to this point in my almost 41 years on this earth, this was the most difficult for me.

There are two: Going to my Mom's hospital room in the middle of the to tell her that it was ok to just let go.....that we'd be sad....but we'd be ok. And she did. Bathing my Dad when home care schedules were thrown off by holidays. Humiliating for him and embarassing for me. When we were done and I had followed all the steps he said there's one more thing.....she'll kiss him on the cheek....and so I did. Both events made me the man I am. Peace MG

Recently, I've been put in a very uncomfortable situation due to someone not following instructions. I had asked a gentleman to send me a quick text message to confirm his number because I knew I was going to be busy dealing with personal things that day and would be in the presence of family members. Well, instead of doing that, he decided to call me a few times. Obviously, I didn't answer his calls. Later that day, I checked my emails and he apologised for calling me but said that he didn't like to send or receive text messages and much preferred to hear my voice instead. Let's just say I wasn't my happy self when I read that. I kindly told him and explained that discretion was of the utmost importance for everyone when involved in this lifestyle only to get told that "we all play a dangerous game when we decide to play"... It's only 'dangerous' and risky if the need for discretion is not understood and the guidelines/instructions are not respected by everyone involved.

Wow, seeing all of these heart wrenching posts hits very close to home. I can't believe i'm about to dredge this up... Sorry folks, it's going to be a long post. When I was 19 my mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was frightening but not intensely so. She was always so upbeat and certain that it was just a "speed bump" she had to roll over, and that attitude kind of rubbed off on me I guess. I realize now that she kept quite a few hard truths about her battle from me, otherwise I never would have left the province at age 21 for almost a year. She was so damned proud to see me branching out into a new, and life changing experience and she wasn't going to burden me with her own struggle. Towards the end of my time away from home she called to tell me there was nothing else the doctors could do, and yet she insisted that I needed to stay and see my journey to a close. Good lord! even in her darkest hour, she was looking out for my sorry behind! I agreed and waited impatiently for the day I could finally get on a plane and see my family again. The day finally came and I boarded what was quite possibly the longest flight in recorded history, all the while consumed with the thought of embracing my parents at the Winnipeg terminal. Quite possibly the worst sight of my life was rushing off the plane to find my father, standing alone and looking uncomfortable. He told me: It's bad kid, let's get home". My heart died a little at that moment. My mother had collapsed the day before. In less than a year, she had gone from a healthy, upbeat woman with some "bothersome temporary illness" to a near skeleton who could no longer walk or even sit upright without assistance. As I was the youngest, and biggest member of the family it was only natural that I should be the one who assisted with getting mom around the house... I can't describe the feeling of having to carry the emaciated, chemotherapy battered shell of ones own mother from room to room in the home that she paid for and raised you in. My aunt and I were moving her into a more comfortable position in bed one night. She died in our arms. I will never wish that on any living soul. Fuck me. I need beer. Good night.

Agreeing to take my Mom off life support Claiming My Independence Saying good-bye to my Love fairly regularly

For me, it was a late night phone call from Ottawa last June telling me my sister was placed on life support due to cancer and would likely not last the night.We knew she had cancer ( ), but assumed she had a few months to go and we had the summer to visit together. I made it to Ottawa the next night, she was still alive, but never emerged from the coma. She heard me talk to her, reacted to me so much they had to increase the sedative, and I spent six days with her. The most difficult thing I ever had to do in my life was leave Ottawa to return home without seeing her wake up. They took her off life support Canada Day, she woke up long enough to squeeze hands and hear people, and passed four hours later. She and I had a very close bond and it changed my life when I said goodbye. Thanks for the thread....it's good therapy to talk about these things.

saying goodbye to my father on his last moments on earth.......i still feel to this day telling him i loved him.......and that he meant the world to me......and thank you for being my father........well....it never.......really felt like it was enough........ i miss you Pop.......

Taking my Mom off life support. It was decision shared by my brother and I. But nonetheless it was the hardest thing I've ever, and hopefully will ever, have to do. Quitting drinking Breaking up with....but more importantly.....letting go of....the only woman I've ever truly been in love with. It was not something I wanted to do but even knowing that she would probably never forgive me I knew there was no other choice and that it was for the best. And remaining sober through that whole process was extremely difficult.

Well this is a tough one but there have been 3 major and life changing moments for me that I still loose my breath over when I think of them.The first was going to my nephews funeral,he was only 6 months old when he died,I'll never forget looking at him in his little coffin,he looked like a little doll.But the hardest thing was watching my brother cry and listening to my sister in law scream for her baby,that is something you just don't get over.The second was when I had to put my precious little dog to sleep,before her time,she had kidney disease and withered away in a matter of months.I never thought I would get through the following days ,weeks and months,but I then found out my fathers cancer was teriminal and had to be strong for him.You cannot measure one hardship against another,they are all traumatic and life changing and yet a part of life,and life goes on even if you don't want it to .The best we can do is to live better for the sake of our loved ones and learn from them and cherish their memories.

Having a miscarriage a couple years ago. I was pregnant up to 7 months, baby was healthy but a little bit small, the doctors weren't too concern...what they didn't see thought is that I was carrying not one, but two baby. The other fetus didn't developed but stayed in the same placenta as my baby which was nefast...The pain of the miscarriage was horrible...but the mental pain of loosing a little alive human was heart crushing...but learning that I had twins to start was soul crushing...but the hardest is that since it was an extremel brutal experience for my body...the chance that I can carry kids now are extremely low...this was soul breaking at the time. Seeing my grandmother slowly die. She was diagnosed with bladder cancer and about 6 months later it started to become an invasive cancer...so she was put in a "last resort house" I don't know how to say it in English...a place for terminal patients.She was there for 27 days. At first I didn't go see her for the first 10 days as I was out of the country...and she was barely ever awake...dying slowly each day...not talking, barely moving...when I said hi gramda, it's Malika...she hug me for 5 minute straight...she didn't do that to anyone (also at this time of my life it was REALLY hectic and she was aware of it)... Also she never had any alone moments, not even for 2 minutes with the nurses, my family sleeping over...if someone needed to go to the bathroom they would call a nurse to watch her over...at some point I stayed overnight...and one night it was almost midnight, I was going to bed...I told her..."grandma...I am going to the bathroom...if you want to leave alone...you can go. I love you"...I didn't call a nurse...so theorically she was alone for the first time in 27 days...and she left. She left herself die during the 2 minutes where she was alone.

EASY.... Trixie Firecracker A name that is the complete opposite of Emily. (dont get me wrong I enjoy being sweet Emily) but some days having a name that means dont mess with me would be fun....Plus the upside is the chances of someone having the same name as you are rare....

Sometimes the most difficult things we have to do are for the best. We don't want to do them but we know we have to. My example is calling the ambulance for my son who was experiencing psychosis...for years i had tried to get him help but finally the day came when i just had to call the ambulance knowing full well he would most likely have to stay in the hospital for a bit. He had refused to see docs here in Montreal. This was the only way i could get him help. Now he's home and back to himself..it's a wonderful thing. He's happy again and even thanked me. It was difficult to make the call because i wasn't sure if he would ever forgive me but now seeing him smile is the best thing ever.

My mother laying in acoma was very very difficult for 8 weeks. I had to be strong when I was in the room with her. She was on breathing life support, and would notice that when I talked, or sang to her, her breathing would be from her and not the machine. It was amazing experience for the both of us, as she actually would respond to me and seems to recall me being there. She claims she can remember the songs I sang to her. it was so hard to see her so venerable and week. Laying there as her body was disappearing before my eyes. Luck she pulled through, and is stronger now. The other time was having to leave a dog behind at SPCA....It still hurts to this day when I think of her, watching me as I walked away. I will never forgive myself for having to do that!

CELL PHONE Numbers Go Public This Month Thought this was good info from the Government of Canada ... If you have a cell phone. REMEMBER: Cell Phone Numbers Go Public this month. REMINDER ... All cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sales calls. YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS!! To prevent this, go to the following web-site for Canadian Telephone Numbers: Click Here https://www.lnnte-dncl.gc.ca/ And then click on English & then on "check my registration." It is the NationalDO NOT CALL list. It will only take a minute of your time. It blocks your number for five (5) years. HELP OTHERS BY PASSING THIS ON. It takes about 20 seconds.

Once you've posted something, you can't delete the post. However, you can - if you get to it within the time limit - edit it to remove the content. I'd imagine that's what happened here.

I was going to try to stay away from this thread but over the last 24 hours I seem to keep coming back to it, reading what others have said and empathizing with those who have shared their stories. What has ultimately brought me back here is the wisdom of Spud when he added his thought that writing and sharing is therapeutic, and truer words may never have been spoken. Since joining CERB I have made references to my personal story, but never did speak about the one thing that was perhaps the most difficult for me to 'do'. My wife, purely by chance discovered that she had a massive brain aneurysm. The doctors were amazed that it had not burst previously and she and I considered ourselves very lucky that it had been discovered, because there is in fact a 'fix' for it. The fix is a relatively new procedure, and we knowingly went into it being aware of the risks which were quite high with death and a debilitating stroke being the primary ones. It involved placing platinum wire coils the width of a human hair into the aneurysm in order to fill it and strengthen the walls of the blood vessel, and this is all done remotely without invasive surgery by feeding the wire through the blood vessels from the groin and all the way up into the brain. We even joked about the end result - that she and I would be the bionic superhero duo, her with her platinum brain and me with my extra little bit of titanium that lets me walk. The surgery did not go well. The three hour surgery stretched into seven hours before the surgeons came out to see me. I knew long before then that we were in trouble. The artery had ruptured above the aneurysm, in effect causing a massive stroke. By the end of an additional five hours in surgery three neurosurgeons were working on her. In that interim period occurred the first of several things that I had to do that were the most difficult things I have ever had to do. That was to call two of my daughters who were in Ontario and BC respectively, to explain what was happening, and saying yes, you better come home, now. Technically she survived the surgery and the surgeon tried to be positive with me that there was still a chance that with time and rehabilitation the woman that I knew might survive, but that she would be a very different woman from the one that went into surgery. This brought a situation whereby for the second time in hours I had to do what was one of the most difficult things that I ever had to do. That was to respect her wishes and tell the surgeons that her wish and mine would be to not prolong her life if it was being maintained solely by use of extreme measures. I still do not know if the staff protected my mental health by telling me that as the next hours progressed she deteriorated more to the point that they declared her brain dead or did they respect our wishes and allow it to happen? The saving grace to this story, which I have written about previously, is that five people received organ donations and we have been in contact with several of them and they are doing well. Two other people who had been blind can now see. Life can change in the blink of an eye and what may be my biggest and the hardest thing to ever do in my life is yet unaccomplished - to be able to accept, and live a useful life from here on out. That is a work in progress.

Emily great reminder for all. I have no problem following a ladies process. And as said if I'm not comfortable then I find someone else. I too HIGHLY value discretion and am always amazed how understanding and professional the ladies are with my restrictions. Respect up front and thru the process sure makes for a great date. Cub Posted via Mobile Device

Reconnecting with my ATF lady tonight after what seems like way too long. I'm sure we'll make up for lost time. And heck I just love being around her...for so many reasons. Posted via Mobile Device

Losing a baby and watching 2 family members die right in front of you and having to bury them.

World peace, egalitarianism and social justice? *fans self* My most fervent desire indeed. Of course once we achieve world peace I will live in a friendly and diverse clothing-optional community where I can practice my writing and swim every day. Oh and there will be orgies. And potlucks. And campfires. All the time. Yep, I think that about sums it up. EDIT: I almost forgot about the library... :O

I would probably take my real name, Hugh G. Rection. For a lady I have once seen Anne Onymous.

I have seen this sexy new member advertising but never had the privilege to meet her yet. Was wondering if anyone has met her and would be so kind to send me some details about the encounter/ services provided

Maya is a stunning dark-haired, dark-eyed siren who hails from Greek ancestry. Let me tell you she got all the good parts! She has a slim, all natural shapely figure and legs to die for. This lady is a splash of Ouzo served with a wicked smile and high heels. A winning combination in my books. For those in the know, she has been in the massage business for several years. She carries a depth of experience that shows from the first soothing, flowing touch to the mind-blowing conclusion. She knows how to please. She has a laid-back personality that I find both appealing and amusing. You will definitely enjoy your session with Maya and I highly recommend her. Go and see her & tell her Jabba sent you.

Thinking for the longest time that I was going to be 2 years sober this April.....but doing the calculations in my head I just realized that it's actually going to be 3 years!! I rock! :D

I'm a little obsessive when it comes to collecting. If I like something I simply MUST have everything of that particular thing...For example: Movies - I own all the Batman movies (yes, even the Schumacher ones), I own all the Crow movies (Yes, even the last one with Edward Furlong, Tara Reid and the dude who played Angel), I own all the Friday the 13th movies (even Jason goes to Hell), etc, etc CD's - If I like a particular artist I HAVE to have everything that artist did. Even the shitty stuff from the 80's. Comic Books - If I dig a particular character I have to get my hands on every single issue featuring that character that I possibly can. Novels - If I like a particular author I have to read everything that author has ever done. Even if I know that some of it is less than stellar

I guess my answer would be when my Mum changed from having general hallucinations which our family was told were related to poor eyesight and cognitive ability, to full out dementia and her requiring hospitalization. Now we went from dealing with a mother who was confused at times but could be reassured, to a woman who would try do physical harm to you if she could just reach you and when she couldn't, would threaten to kill you. What is fortunate when we had to deal with this situation is my Mum had the forsight to prepare for this type of circumstance in that she had designated powers of medical care and attorneys in our family so to mitigate the level of stress that would compound an already difficlut medical situation. We knew what her wishes were and we had the power to see to them. For a time that power meant to have to use restraints on our Mum so she would not hurt herself or others. This is something the hospital has to receive permissiion to do, from a legal gaurdian. That process to determine if she is fit to manage her won affairs is no fun either. In one sense you hope some mis-diagnosis has been made and she will pull through and return to her old self. On the other hand you're wondering, what if she fools the social worker into beliving she can take care of herself. How would we manage then? It was a long process to settle her medications and get her into a long term care of our choosing, but I was fortunate other members of my family live in Ottawa and we could spare each other off and not have to carry on without support. So what can be seen as a potentially stressful time can be also be looked upon in a positive way. I am closer to my siblings as we have worked through this. You learn what you can put up with in helping someone take care of their basic bodily needs, especially when you know she did it for you so many years ago. Also, you get to see how our society really has developed a decent care system to look after people who require continuous medical and mental support. We have lost many faamily members to cancer over the years, my own father now 30 rears ago. These were very sad times but I"m not sure the way I see them as being difficult times. This is part of life. I guess I sse the thread question being more about having to make your most difficult decision. So having to permit the use of restraints on our Mum as she pleads not to, was the hardest. Thanks fo rthe chance to mention this. I'll be off to see her soon with a new pack of Werthers

My first Reco - Stopped by Angels Touch on a whim, walked in with no appointment. Two pretty girls eager to take my business. I had read about Angela, so I took the recos here and off we went. Nice hot shower, very nice clean room, lighting and music - all set. I had a very nice oily massage, and while this is not my first time with a MA, this is my first in Canada. We had a really good time, and the funniest of conversations, which helps everyone relax and enjoy the time. Yes, Angela is a real doll, and a bit shy at first, but as I said, we had a great conversation going and it made the experience memorable. Thanks Angela for a great time. BTW - It wouldn't be a bad idea for a chair near the shoe racks for visitors to put their shoes back on!

I'm currently trying to decide whether or not I should put down my 15 year old cat. He has mobility issues because of arthritis as a result when he was hit by a car 11 years ago. He has only been like this in the last month and the vet says he has incontinence issues because of old age. He is peeing in his bed and ends up sitting in it because he can't get to the litter box that I've moved closer to him. He is still eating, finds a way to still greet me at the front door and stays on one floor of my house mostly in his bed all day. I had to give him a bath today because he peed on himself and he actually liked the warm water. I wrapped him up and he's been in my arms purring ever since. I don't know if he's suffering in pain or if he's just winding down.. He's tried to get up off the sof and fell on his face as his legs are giving out. He is only 5.5. lbs and lost a lot of weight in the last month or two but is still eating. He is so bony. I don't know what I should do at this point? I also told myself once he stopped eating that it would be time. The decision to put him down is not because he's a burden to me because he's not but I just hope he's not in pain. I'm confused and sad...

I was looking through a list of popular boy names from 1924 and this one is so not me - but I could be him for a day ;) Hyman Buster This made me nearly crack up - must've been the moment! Hope you didn't miss it. ;)

Due dilligence remains critical. There are few bait and switchers at EC as well and anyone using pictures more than 5 years old is doing a form of bait and switch in my opinion. Some EC gals use BP as well and some who kind of come and go seem to use it rather than make a longer term advertising commitment. Some of the pics being used are pretty funny though, one look and you go uh uh. If it looks too good to be true....... Peace MG

With only one hour to go I'd like to be the first to wish Goddess Penelope a very happy birthday!! It's been a great year with a few struggles and some major personal growth. We live , we learn and most of all we love . Much love and happiness to you on your special day and my wish for you is that it continues every day this year. No one deserves it more! Love you you on your birthday and always , you are a special lady indeed. Katherine xoxo

Well a couple of things actually First, a few years ago my father, who lived in the Maritimes, had a stroke. Hospitalized both he and his wife tried to minimize things, and asked my brother and me not to come out. Well the not knowing made things tough for us. We finally decided, about a day later to drive out...we didn't know what to expect, but expected the worst...wasn't as bad as expected but not good. Second, my nephew, born premature, given six months to live. To hear a baby isn't even going to make it to one year old is heartbreaking. Fortunately, the doctors got it wrong, they made that call eight years ago, and this past Christmas got to buy Christmas presents for my nephew Third. Mom seems philosophical about this. But I had to go with her to a End of Life Seminar, discussing things like DNR's, power of attorney etc. Got a sister in law eyeing things when Mom dies :-( so I've got power of attorney...hate when people treat the death of someone as a chance to get property and money And last, when my cat died on my lap...had him for eleven years, went from Sunday, playing like a kitten, to first couple days just tired, then Thursday lying down in the bathroom, peeing, and lying in his own urine, and Friday night, died on my lap. It was like losing a member of the family RG

Similar to Antlerman....but was my Grandpa with whom I was very very close with ...... my parents and brothers were all away and he had a heart attack....I was able to spend the last couple hours with him and he was awake and coherent and we had a nice chat and he slowly drifted off at peace. He was the person that I got my sense of humor from :) Miss him dearly ! It was also very difficult phoning all of my immediate family members who were all on vacations and telling them that he had passed.

Did I leave the stove on ?

Well just so you arent classed as a hoarder RG .... My suggestion is ...... give the tackle to Cat.... rod to Old Dog...reels to OD....lures to OD...line to OD etc..etc..etc...(Ottawa is a big city ;) ) Remove the bikini top and bottom and keep those cause that isnt hoarding.....and quite simply Keep The Girl !!!!! :) Hip waders your call RG ....

And where would I buy a new one? Seriously... I'm lost with technology. I think I'm part Amish! Posted via Mobile Device

I'm aware that there is another thread that has Eve located in it, for a rec, but there is a few other ladies within the same rec. Here it is here, but Eve's rec gets lost within all the others in one, It is only appropriate that Eve should have her own rec page, as same as the other ladies. http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?ltr=P&t=40225 If this rec is moved, well it is out my control. After a 70 hour plus work week, I was in need of some tender touching,and a massage, so I called Angels Touch at the last moment hoping that a lady would be available. Angela answered the phone, I said hello to her and welcome back from vacation, I asked who was on, and she told me her and Eve. Well I always wanted to meet Eve, and her photo's have always had me intrigued. Have a looksy yourself... When I arrived, luckliy for me room three was available!! Yes the room with the pole! (Angela showed the room to me, while Eve was getting ready), and of course the music playing was just right at that time some...Barry White tunes ;) The room with the pole... Eve arrived, in the room, and she looked smoking hot! I told her that her pictures do not do her justice, she is beautiful! and my'o'my what a body! We embraced, and said our hello's, she has great personality and a great laugh! We headed to the shower together and got cleaned up. Then it was dance show time. I sat in the chair above butt naked with a very raging hard on while watching Eve dance around the pole then a couple of sexy lap dances for me. After three or four songs, we decided to move on the massage table, she whispered in my ear if I would like to CUM twice :) I said I will give it a try. Eve poured oil all over her beautiful breasts and gave me some great slides, I was on my back for round ONE :) it was not long after some engaging touching by her, and me touching her only where she stated was allowed at the start off, it was not long before I was able to explode!! Here is a vision for all you visual creatures...of breast body slides ;) Eve cleaned me up after round one, she offered me with a massage and some wicked body slides, she was able to reach under and get me semi-hard,but I wanted to massage her, she said "yes", and of course I respected her wish. I started at her feet, and worked up her tight toned legs and rubbing her beautiful bum cheeks! When I got beside her arm she reached out and started playing with me, of course I got rock hard again :) We got on the table together and she really knew how to stroke me to get myself to a very rock hard state, it was totally ecstasy and without a doubt.... off went some more of my DNA my entire body quivered and shook, Eve certainly knew how to get me off a second time, it was breath taking! We got in the shower together, and cleaned up and laughed and a we had really nice time. Would I repeat? Hell ya! Any lady that can get me off with an hour twice, and really knows how to seduce a guy is worth coming back to visit again and again. Thanks Eve, it was splendid! And you are a genuine great MA with a delightful attitude.

Memories.......that is what I truly collect..... You can be any where and close your eyes and remember the great times with beautiful ladies....friends....family..... Memories do not require a space on a shelf or cabinet Memories do not have to be seen to enjoy..... Memories can be shared over and over and you never worry about some one dropping it and breaking it......... ...... ........ People will remember you or your actions long after the trinket is gone........ So that is why I collect memories Posted via Mobile Device

I think I may have figure out where a part of my money goes... plus bras. and stockings. and shoes... >.<

A serious read that might resonate with some of us. Warning: it gets emotional. http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/01/22/1057341/-F**k-Joe-Paterno-(Final-Important-Update,-please-read-3) Sent from my BlackBerry 9780 using Tapatalk

Follow-on article to the one just posted regarding Joe Paterno. Warning: this is really emotional but someone must speak for these people. http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/01/26/1058599/-%E2%80%9CNo-One-Spoke-Up-for-Us:-For-The-Children-Who-Had-No-Voice-and-For-those-finally-finding-Theirs Sent from my BlackBerry 9780 using Tapatalk

I really wish our culture could forget about "virginity" altogether. It's an outmoded notion that mostly has to do with whether a woman is an appropriate partner for a man and future mother of his children. The idea is grounded in concepts of women as property such that a woman who is not a virgin is somehow "used goods" or "damaged" or perhaps of poor character since she hadn't preserved her virginity until the right man came along. It also sets up intercourse as the be-all and end-all of human sexual activity which, in my professional opinion, is not only utter nonsense but it's also the starting point for all kinds of unhappiness, dissatisfaction and unnecessary anxiety. Whether someone has or has not had intercourse says nothing about their integrity, their willingness to take responsibility for themselves, their character in their dealings with other people, their attentiveness, their playfulness or how sexy they are. Having intercourse for the first time doesn't make a man a man. It doesn't transform him into some kind of Alpha, it won't make him more successful in the rest of his life, more attractive to women, or more respected by other men. It doesn't make him more of anything at all. He just becomes a guy who's had intercourse with a woman. If you think it's a problem to know what to say to other men about how you had your first experience of intercourse, well... with all due respect, friend, think about that for a minute. What business is it of anyone else's, anyway? One place where I'm happy to sound very old-fashioned is this: Real gentlemen don't tell tales. If you have to have a story to tell, roamingguy is right: lie. Sex is one of the things that everyone lies about, anyway. You can be sure that most of the stories you've heard other guys tell are more fictitious than true. That little rant aside, here's my advice. Find a paid companion who appeals to you. Someone you think you can really enjoy, not only because she's beautiful--we're all beautiful--but because you like the way she expresses herself, her sense of humour appeals to you, or whatever makes someone be attractive to you. Plan to spend a whole evening with her. Four or five hours, at least. Most companions will have a special rate for a long engagement; it's okay to ask what someone's fee for a long evening will be. Go out for dinner. Take her to a great or romantic restaurant. Have a leisurely meal. Talk, a lot. Talk about real things--about who you are, what you do, what your hopes and dreams are, what you think about current events, all of that. Listen to her, too. Ask questions, not so much about her life as a paid companion, but about her. Get to know her. Let her get to know you. After that long, relaxed meal, go for a walk, a drive, an unhurried journey back to your place, a hotel, or wherever the rest of the evening will transpire. Be completely unattached to outcomes from that point. Let her take the lead and trust that it's all going to be wonderful, whatever happens. Because it will be. Women like men to pay attention to them. When a man engages with us in a real way, as a real person, we feel great and we're much more likely to want to make him feel just as good. My point in all of this is to say that what I think you really want is not simply to have intercourse for the first time, but to have a great experience in every way. Find someone who can help you have it.

First up: welcome to CERB, and thanks for posting! There seems to be this widespread myth about losing your virginity; most people, at some stage, seem to believe that it'll happen with the love of your life, and it'll be a beautiful experience with choirs of angels and all that kind of thing. I believe this almost never happens, outside of Victorian-era romantic novels :) You mention that you've been trying your luck on the bar scene, with little luck. I feel your pain; I'm crap at that, too. But think about this for a moment: what happens if you succeed? Yes, you'll get laid... but from the sound of it it'll be with the first person you can (who you may or may not turn out to actually like). And you may end up having a thoroughly awkward experience with a lot of drunken fumbling, and then more awkwardness when you have to decide whether you need to call her... I'm sure there's a few folks whose first time was followed by hangovers and regret. I suspect this is worth avoiding. Next: it sounds from your post like this is becoming an issue for you; something that you worry about, a worm that eats away inside when you're lying awake at 4am. These things aren't fun. Continued failure on the bar scene will make it worse (and as you get more desperate, so your chances of success decline). You've identified a way to break that vicious circle. It would do you no harm to do so; perpetually damaging your self-esteem does nobody any good, least of all you. On telling your friends: sure, there's no need. You're doing this for *you*, not them. But you may find in the future that you needn't take it to your grave; one day, it'll probably make a good story. Also, if you did pick up someone in a bar, your friends may mock you for that, too, depending on what they thought of her. Friends can be bastards, sometimes. On the financial side of things: I presume you've had a look at the ads the ladies post, so you know roughly what it'll cost you. Now, how much have you spent in bars and on taxis in your thus-far fruitless quest? More than that, I'd guess? The point is that paying up front could well be cheaper in the long run. It sounds like you've begun to ask yourself these questions already; trust me, your suspicions are correct. Also, escorts are better for your liver. Something that you may not have considered: reading all the books in the world is all very well, but having someone there who really knows what she's doing and is well versed on the practicalities of the insertion of tab A into slot B will be a Good Thing. It'll save a lot of messing about, for one thing :) Also, tell her what you're doing and where you're at, and what you want; I'm sure the ladies here are used to dealing with nervous first timers (we were all nervous first timers once, and to be honest the butterflies never go away). So, to conclude: go for it! I honestly don't think you'll have cause to regret doing so; probably far fewer regrets than many people have over how they had their first time. You'll be going into it on your own terms, sober, with your eyes open; that means your experience is likely to be waaay better than many peoples' will be. You'll actually remember it, for one; not everyone can say that. Now, you're faced with a much more difficult decision... out of all the lovely ladies here, which one do you go and see? But that's a whole other thread... :)

Very true! Also, since the companion will know how important this is to you, I'm sure she'll make the effort to make you feel very comfortable, and make it special

I'm not a guy but I think that's a decision only you can make. If you choose to go ahead and decide to 'lose your V card' with a paid companion, I would highly suggest you invest a little more time then one hour so you can relax and fully enjoy the experience. Contact the lady of your choice: be honest about your situation and what you are looking for/would like to experience- when I say this, I'm not only reffering to 'menu items'. Exchange a few emails with her and get to know her a little. It will unable you to walk in the appointment with less stress and a little more confidence and reassurance. Just keep in mind that one doesn't have to be an escort to be promiscuous ;) Also, companions are probably 100 times safer then the drunk girl you might pick up at the bar ;) Good luck to you! Additonal comments: Being sober will also help you enjoy your experience. If you're tipsy or drunk, the lady will most likely ask you to leave...