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Awesome topic. Also, related question: which "date" you thought went really well was actually a disaster without you realizing it? Like: - you left the SP's place and immediately called your buddies and said "oh yeah, oh yeah, I just banged that girl and I was all, like, bang bang bang and then I went for the kill!" - but in fact, after she closed the door behind you, the SP was thinking "Christ I'm glad that's over. And who the hell WAS that guy?" Then she took a quick shower, returned a call from her sister from that afternoon, worked on a term paper due next week, made a grocery list, then put on a bathrobe and warm fuzzy socks, and curled up to watch the Daily Show while snacking on a pint of Haagen Dasz. They're people, dude.

Im sure we can ALL relate to this. Even Men. They seem to leave men out of these campaigns supporting self esteem. Men have heart, brains, and soul too. Only I guess it's less socially acceptable for men to have 'feelings' or 'body image issues'. Either way just wanted to share this link on how self critical people can be on themselves, yet the world sees them differently. ;-) Everyone has SEXY in them ;) Giddy Up!

An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said: ''UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?'' 'UBUNTU' in the Xhosa culture means: "I am because we are"

http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/clay-nikiforuk/sexism-at-us-border_b_3112638.html What do you do when you're detained by powerful officials, everything you say is presumed deceptive, arbitrary "evidence" is held against you, and you're treated like a moral deviant? And what if its 2013, you're a woman, and the "evidence" is that you possess condoms? It happened three times in two weeks -- being detained by U.S. border officials on my way to or through the States. First I was held by Vermont border guards for two hours in the middle of the night on my way to visit Nashville. They searched my bags at least five times. I could not help but notice how often my lingerie and "sexy underwear" were mentioned, how often the condoms they found were looked upon scathingly, and how most of the four male officers' questions pertained to both. I was baffled as to why this was any of their business and unsure of what their objective was, other than fondling lady's undergarments. In the end, having nothing to go on, they gave me a limited stay visa of two weeks and let me go -- at 3 a.m. in the middle of nowhere. I missed my bus and my plane, had to pay for a $90 taxi to the nearest airport and then book a new flight the next morning. The next time it happened was two weeks later in Montreal's airport. After scanning my passport, without being asked a single question, I was immediately led to a back waiting room. When I was summoned into an office, the officer cut to the chase: "How much is he paying you to go on this trip?" He was referring to the man I was travelling with. Confused, I just stared back at him for a few beats. "N-nothing?" The next question was whether this man was married or not. The answer, unfortunately for me, was yes. He asked whether I was planning on sharing a hotel bed with this man. I'm not one to sugar coat things and decided that now would not be a particularly good time to be found lying. Again, I answered yes. Righteous, the officer demanded what exactly I was doing in a bed with a married man. "That's actually none of your business." I had kicked the hornet's nest. Inflamed, he raised his voice at me that it was his business and that adultery was a crime in America -- a crime that he could deny me entry for. He made me tell him my partner's name and date of birth and threatened to detain him, too. I pointed out that we would be in Miami for a total of 40 minutes to catch our next flight to Aruba; hardly enough time to run to our gate, let alone commit adultery. The next thing I knew he was searching my bags, pulling out condoms and waving them in my face. "I could have you charged with being a working girl! The proof is right here!" All I could do is shake my head. This can't be real. "This is absurd," I murmured. But he was on a roll. "You want me to call his wife? I'll tell her!" I raised an eyebrow at him. "She knows." He stormed off again, leaving me shaking. When he finally emerged from an office, he held my passport and tickets in hand. He told me he was letting me go "this time" because I had told the truth. But that I was an educated woman and should change my life to reflect that. I blinked at him. "What?" He looked at me meaningfully and repeated himself. I nodded, eyes downcast as if I was taking his moralizing into serious consideration, and took my documents. I was afraid that he would change his mind otherwise. Later, after a very short Internet search, I found that adultery isn't illegal in Florida, and even if I had been paid for the trip, mixing sexual and non-sexual activities constitutes a relationship and therefore makes any money exchanged a very legal gift under the law. Travelling together to Aruba to get away from cold Montreal, I would think, signals a non-sexual activity. A few days in the sun later, it was time to face the same routine but in the Aruban airport. Again, I would be spending all of an hour in Miami's international airport and then carrying on to my home in Montreal. This time I had left the condoms behind. But it was too late -- there was a detailed profile of me, in which my nefarious condom-carrying behaviour was noted. Again, I was told to sit and wait for further questioning. I watched as my entire flight's passengers whizzed through customs in front of me. I was shaking. By the time someone got around to questioning me, I was told my flight was leaving. I was detained, yelled at, patted down, fingerprinted, interrogated, searched, moved from room to room and person to person without food, water or being told what was going on for what seemed like forever. Just as I thought they were tiring of me and going to refuse me entry but at least let me back into Aruba, a 'Bad Cop' type took me to a distant, isolated office and yelled at me that I was full of shit. He had found information online that in the last couple of years I had been modelling and acting. This, he concluded, was special code for sex work, and I was never going to enter the U.S.A. ever again. I tried not to laugh and cry at the same time. I told him I'm currently writing a book on the sociology of sexual assault. "Are you looking to be sexually assaulted?" I blinked at him. I couldn't breathe. "Was that meant to be funny?" "No, it wasn't." "Ah, no. I'm definitely not." "Well, it sure seems like you are." "...How so?" He wouldn't elaborate. I was with the U.S. officials for six hours. After two more hours put through the wringer with Aruban immigration, I was finally let go back into Aruba. I was told that if I even so much as approached the U.S. border again without a waiver I would be banned from the country for five years. My partner and I, both shaken, had to book a new flight to Canada that didn't pass through the U.S. (approximately $900) and a hotel for an extra two days until that flight. For me, carrying my own condoms (in purses, wallets, camera bags; everywhere) is a routine act towards safer sex. For someone else with the power to not only deny passage but judge, moralize and intimidate, it has become enough evidence to put a woman through hell. My story has brought a number of women out of the woodwork stating that they have had similar experiences. Whether border guards are copying police in New York and their condoms-as-evidence-of-prostitution model, or are simply so stuck in their gender stereotyping that a woman with condoms can't be a good person ("We've been told that there's nothing good about you," said one Aruban official), I'm also not sure. I do know I won't be travelling for some time, until my name is cleared. Or until the puritanical, power-tripping, slut-shaming witch hunt is over. I won't hold my breath for either.

Okay. How about these questions? Are the gentlemen you see in the business from all walks of life or from a particular class (such as lower, middle or upper)? Why do you think society today still frowns on such behaviour (visiting escorts) as it has been part of various societies for thousands of years? Do you think that this profession should be legalized and if so why? How has being in this business affected you in your own personal relationships? Is this a business that a lady could do for a long time, or is there only a window of opportunity depending on her looks? Why did you get involved in the business and would you recommend it for other women? How long have you been in the business? Have you had any bad experiences and how do you protect yourself? How safe is the industry in your opinion?

Lol.....I'll let others discuss. I think I hear the theme song from Jaws on this thread. Emly J....... cute response! I know where the ladies are coming from. I'm old enough to slow down, smell the roses, and appreciate the finer things life has to offer........like the company of an amazing lady for awhile. There's another 4 letter word for intercourse..."talk"... and I can talk the ear off most people.

I totally agree with the above (and Samantha's post) and I am quite surprised to see that such a double standard exists when it comes to an "sp falling for a client" versus a "client falling for an sp" or one that would like to change the terms of the current relationship; I sincerely doubt that if a gentleman expressed the same concern as Karina did, that the answers and advice offered would have been the same... Good luck to you, Karina! I hope it all works out for the best!

Absolutely Jethro !! We are trippin out there....nothing disrespectful in your posts ? WRONG !!! And hey ...when you maybe become a MAN someday you will figure out how these posts really sounded and made the ladies feel. Wow that's brilliant jibberish !!! and the expression is "in a groove" Dorkus Wowzers there are some ignorant idiots in this world.

There is no reason for paranoia. If you stick to reputable providers with good reviews, chances are that they haven't gotten to where they are by being loose-lipped. That would travel pretty fast and ruin a reputation and business. If you want to see a lady, it will serve you well to get a pre-paid phone, or else find another lady that has a different procedure. I do not want to tell anyone how they should run their business or how to pick a provider, but IMO it is the ladies that don't have an effective screening process that may also have little regard for your own safety and overall experience, and it is they, not the well-known professionals, who you (or any client concerned about discretion and safety) should screen out. If you stick to providers on this board, you more than likely have nothing to worry about. Just have fun! My nickle's worth. FR

I have to say, Jenny with naturals was awesome, she didn't really need to enhance them, and then to do it again. Head shakes, don't get it with her.... Oh well, some guys love them I am sure.

My nomination today is the very sexy Serena Blake. Here is her profile http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/member.php?u=73033 Here is her pic

Get off my lawn before I take you out and kick with a newspaper :D and be nice! peuh! :P

She truly is a NB gem!!! I am so happy to have got the chance know her, she is a breath of fresh air for NB!

One website works well because..... Schedules for both locations as well as photos of MA's that work at both locations are conveniently located on one site! As they are both under the same management, and the girls rotate to both locations it is easier to have it all on one site both for us as MA's and for you as Hobbiest. It is way more convenient to manage one site then control pics/schedules for both sites. If you go to Paradise Spa you can portal over to the Angel's touch web page easy to see schedules and albums. If you a client has any other questions they can call either location to get the information they are looking for. Hope that help Babe! Kisses, Tiffany xoxoxo

Thanks for that post!!! I would have to say, the best part of being in this service is when you encounter an individual that is feel blue, or suffering from low esteem, weather is it cause from body image or from years of spousal abuse( yes men get abused as well!) then they leave feeling good about themselves! Chin up and feeling like a strong man! This is when I feel most satisfied in my career, and it helps to re-iterate my feelings that this is a form of touch therapy is something that us humans need! Thanks for opening this discussion, as I feel that the men in our socity are overlooked in the issues of self esteam, eating disorders, and abuse:(

Thank you all for your concern. I did report it to the police as well as my insurance carrier. Spent a few hours at urgent care and, yes, mild case of whiplash. Ouch! Thankfully I am a quick healer!

A lady I met recently and unexpectedly I must say.....although for just a brief time I had the pleasure to have a little chit chat with her across the table. She is strikingly gorgeous, the type of lady that will cause heads to abruptly turn by her natural beauty. She is bright, intelligent, talented, witty and has an awesome sense of humor, amazing smile and ohhhh soooo sexy !!! She oozes sexy actually ;) I truly hope to spend more time with you one of these OTown trips my dear !! Hopefully some of it nekkid ;) Annessa UNFORTUNATLEY.... I didn't get a good look at these buns ;) Maybe next time........

Yes!! Hi. I would love to see you again when you visit O-town

Our own peace of mind is important but getting the word out is too which is why I wanted to bump this thread. The more people getting tested, the safer this hobby is for all of us.

I had exactly the same experience a month ago but I must say that yours seems to be a lot more fun! :icon_wink: Seriously though, you are absolutely right; in a little less than an hour and including driving time, I was done - no fuss no muss! No calls in three weeks means I am good to go, lol. The peace of mind is - priceless!

Not a stupid question Places like Wireless Wave, or cell phone providers such as Virgin Mobility offer prepaid cell phones. One thing about a place like Wireless Wave they deal with a few different cell phone companies What you could do is buy a cheap cell phone (if used for just this lifestyle all it needs to do is phone and text, you don't need all sorts of bells and whistles on it) Tell then you want a prepaid phone, what you do then is to top up (put money on your phone) is buy a phone card (usually in denominations of $15, $25, $50, or $100) No monthly bill, just top up as you need to RG Just as a postscript, and not endorsing anything, just an example, here is a pay as you go (prepaid) plan from Virgin Mobility through Wireless Wave http://www.wirelesswave.ca/virgin-mobile-plans-features-and-coverage/atlantic-canada/plans.asp?Category=61

And that's why the logo for the Ubuntu Linux distribution is so cool. It's kids holding hands in a circle.

I like the word "plunge". It makes me think of cock plunging into pussy. Makes me horny.

Please speak for yourself and not all men. I don't 'bang bang and get out'. Nor do I 'go in for the kill'. I prefer to be a gentleman and treat my companion like a lady and with respect!

This thread should be close before it turn even worst.

I should probably just leave it alone but...wow..umm...just wow! Pretty sure I've never 'killed' a partner before. I'd be curious to know if the SP you 'banged the best' feels the same way about the encounter! A little class goes a long way.

A couple more that just came to mind... Coger Comer... That's ur spanish lesson for today kids! Hehe

Hello Gentlemen, -My name is Maya,im a greek olive lol,tanned olive skin, 125lbs,5'3,long curly black hair. -Im an Xxperienced MA,fun,down to earth,open minded -I am also Xxperienced in Toy play...Prostate Xxxplosion!! Pm me! Toys Now Available!!!!Yeehaaaa!!! My weekly Schedule Monday 330 11pm Thurs 330-11pm Friday 11-11pm Sat 10-9pm Sun 10-9pm Contact number: 613-274-7073 Upscale,Licensed,Private Showers,Free Parking,discreet location. ----Hot New MA ServicesPm me for info!! ----Je parle francais aussi---- Thank you for viewing my profile and hopefully ill meet you soon for some filthy fun Bisou,MAYA XOX __________________ __________________ __________________ __________________ __________________ Call Angel's Touch 613-274-7073 to book your sexy time __________________ Call Angel's Touch 613-274-7073 to book your sexy time :whipping:

Perhaps it is just me but some one that "banged" me the best ? Not my personal interests or in my mind would make the nicest date but hey it an open discussion so,,, lets discuss.

Discretion, issues with phones, never has happened to me. All the ladies I have seen are and have been discrete with all information I have given them, (even the few, thank god only a very few unprofessional ladies) BTW the companions I see require far more information than just my unblocked phone number, they require full verification/screening. I will say I trust the ladies far more with keeping my personal information private than I trust the government (which is legislated to keep private information private) with my personal information, and I speak from experience Trust is a two way street, if you don't trust the lady to be discrete and you contacted her, don't expect her to trust you to be a good potential client, and expect to be declined for an encounter. Get yourself a cell phone for this lifestyle and tell the lady your number, you really have nothing to fear RG

Once in a while you come to realize that so many of our members really don't "get" the whole hobby experience, or rather, they understand that there are rules but believe they are somehow exempt. So let's help them. Let's give some handy tips to make this a more wonderful experience for all. This is a pleasant place so let's keep it constructive... and be aware that the rules shouldn't just be for clients, you can also add some helpful tips that may help a new provider too! Here goes: 1. Appointment time is at 2:00 pm, what time do I arrive? Ummmmm. Hmmmmm. What part of 2:00 pm is ambiguous? A 2 o'clock appointment means you are at her door at 2. Not 1:55, not 2:10. It's seems petty but when you screw up her schedule, you may be screwing up MY schedule. I may be the appointment at 3. I have things to do... and my schedule may not be as loosey goosey as yours. I may be using a very small window of time or I may have "commitments" that see me arriving like clockwork elsewhere. Regardless, when the little hand is at 2 and the big hand is at 12, be where you are supposed to be. 2. "I am awesomely wicked good in bed, and I often masturbate to pictures of myself nude, because I am that good looking. Can we negotiate a better rate?" In a word, No. Would you go to a restaurant and say, "I am a really good eater, can I get a better price on that steak?" Would you go to a lawyer and say, "I am an awesome criminal, can you represent me for free?" Would you go to the dentist and say, "My teeth are so bad that you should fix them all for $50!" A service provider gets paid at a set rate because she is a professional. She is good... no, not just good... wickedly awesome good, at what she does. Your part is the compensation, her part is the wicked awesome part. Pay the pretty lady and be happy. 3. Cleanliness is next to godliness. Ever step into an elevator and stand next to someone who smells like they have never met a bar of soap they liked? Ever met someone that looked like they were an extra in the Walking Dead? Have you ever gone into a bathroom after someone and wondered if they ate something dead? Step one. Go to the potty. Do your business. Wipe. Wipe again. Wipe again. and then, wipe again. Do the optical test. Last wipe. Is there any residue? If yes, start over. If no, then proceed to step two. Step Two. Shower. Clean EVERYWHERE. Rinse. Repeat. Did you pay attention to anywhere in particular??? Hmmm??? Go back to those places. Make em sparkle. (at this point I do suggest that artificial glitter is NOT necessary.) Get out of the shower. Towel dry (for pete's sake use a clean towel!)... apply a generous amount of deodorant/anti-perspirant. Brush your teeth. (if additional grooming is required, please do that too.) Step three. Clothing. Go to the place where you keep your clean clothes. No. Not the place where you put the stuff that you THINK you can wear again. The CLEAN clothes. You know that stuff that you just took from the dryer and folded nicely?? That's the stuff. Wear that shit. Uh oh... what if I have to do step one again?? Then repeat ALL the steps. Cuz skidmarks are not sexy. Febreeze showers are not acceptable. 4. I have to cancel, what do I do? Give your head a smack. With a hammer. Stop. Now take a pointy thing and stick it with great force into your upper thigh, avoiding the artery. Now, go to your car. Start it. Open the door, put your foot beneath a tire and have someone put that car in reverse. Cancellations? NOT COOL. We all know that shit happens. A death in the family. A sick kid. Decapitation with farm machinery. Thermonuclear war. Explosion of your planet from a death star ray. That shit is acceptable.... but you still owe the pretty lady an explanation AND a cancellation fee. When you cancel, providers don't eat. When providers don't eat they get distended bellies and look like kids from the CARE commercials. When you cancel, providers give not only you, but also your city, a bad reputation. This makes you masturbate more. Because you will never get laid again. Ever. You will over develop muscles in only one arm. Your clothes will fit poorly. People will figure it out and suspect you are the notorious masturbating king of cancellations. They will hunt you down and kill your family. Let's keep little Bobby and Joanie safe. If you make an appointment, keep that appointment. Your family will love you for it. 5. "I'm a little short on cash. Do you think she will notice if the envelope is a bit short?" In a word, yes. She will also point out that your penis is a bit short.... and that your skill level is a bit short... and that you cry like a bitch when you have your pathetic little man-gasm. Do you want that??? Do YOU WANT THAT, bitch??? Wow. That was a bit over-emphatic. Gonna step away from the computer and take a valium. BACK!!!! Where were we... yes. Shorting your provider. Not COOL. Remember, providers have special powers. They communicate telepathically. As soon as you walk out that door, she will know and so will all of her allies in the super friends. They will combine their superpowers and make sure that you never get wood again.... and if you do, it will be at inappropriate times... like at funerals or family gatherings or when talking to your grandfather or something like that. Seriously?? Give your head a shake. If you are short then GET the money and make sure you have it set aside BEFORE you book. You will have a wickedly awesome good time... just pay the pretty lady what you agreed to and enjoy! 6. Can I pay her in drugs? Hmmmm. Does your banker take drugs in lieu of money? Have you offered Rogers drugs in return for their cable/home phone/cell phone/internet bundle? When you get groceries at Loblaws, do they have a special drawer that says "financial equivalent in drugs?" You know the answer. "No, you addled-pated simpleton." Remember the distended belly part from above? Providers take cash because cash buys groceries, pays bills and looks pretty. Carrying cash will not get you arrested. Using cash is the engine that runs our capitalist society. "All you need is cash, cash is all you need." The Beatles sang that, I think. Your turn....

for shits and giggles I clicked the link to the right for angel's touch. i kind of gave up on them because it took a bit of clicking around cerb to figure out who was on shift and what they looked like. the photo galleries were never exactly right between angel's and paradise. this is why I loved the cmj site. well the new angel's touch is following suit and the site is great. schedules, clickable names direct to the ladies photos/description. well done! now to get paradise and the alo chain to step it up and I think all of us will be as happy as a dog with a boner. I mean dog with a bone. for the record, I have been around long enough to NOT have this message misconstrued as a shill. disclosure. I have been to angel's touch twice in my life, once at the old location closer to merivale and once to the new one. this is only a post complimenting their website and noting that I think it will make it easier for me to take a look at who is on the job. p.s. I just noticed the paradise schedule is below the angel's touch one. even better!

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Great idea. Can't wait to see it. The biggest change I have seen is the prevalence of Bare Back requests. People used to be so scared of getting AIDS, and for some reason there is now a generation of guys that claim "condoms don't work on me". Even married men asking for this service. Good luck!

Ohh that is good to hear:) I wonder if you now feel better about this issue? Have you decided to get a play phone? Are you more confident in our cerb ladies rep now? Hope so, as it would be disappointing to limit your accessibility for future bookings with the many nice and safe ladies our community has to offer:)

Perhaps when I was under 25 I could have and likely would have answered this. Not now. I love a woman's company as a general friend, MP, SP, etc... Also likely why my dates are a little more than 30 mins. Sorry don't fit your profile. Cub

Life isn't measured by the breaths that you take, but by the moments that take your breath away!

why is it that i am the absolute definition of pervert when my partner is away for a week!

Thank you RG. Well said and very important. Had a call this afternoon from someone who called from a blocked phone number. He did not want to meet my most basic screening and of course I would not book him due to this. Interesting as this post is here in NB. His loss, not mine! xoxo

While I have no problems with women average size, I do prefer bigger woman in general. More cushion for the pushin. I love curvy girls.

Because of the outstanding recommendations she's been getting, I'd like to nominate CMJCourtney as cerb goddess of the day. I had the pleasure of meeting her this week, and she's awesome! Her reco's: http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=124971 Her Front :) And Back (find the tan lines...) :)

Like tigons and ligers. Which, technically, means they aren't a species... And is also proof that the parents are separate species; even though they can breed and produce offspring, those offspring are always sterile. If the offspring weren't sterile, that'd mean the parents were actually the same species!

Why not? Frankly it should never even be a question. Working in this industry at its most basic level is the same as working at every other job. You work a specific number of hours to achieve the financial goals to sustain a comfortable lifestyle. When you have worked enough hours, the rest of the day is yours to do with as you please. It's a tenet of life to which we have all grown accustomed and to which we believe justify in demanding. In that regard, everyone has the right to personal happiness, to spend their free time doing the things they wish to do and with whomever they wish. It's the same whether you are a service provider, a government worker, an entrepreneur, a bus driver or a waiter. No one else has the right to impose relationship standards on anyone based on their chosen career. You provide a service that fulfills desires and fantasies. For the hours that you are working, you need to present yourself as whatever persona that satisfies both you and your clientele. If that persona is a single, free spirited woman, so be it - she is not the person that goes home to her own personal life. Ostensibly it comes down to your choice of either maintaining Layah as a 24/7 persona or leaving Layah when the work day is done.

Porthos, I think that these situations can succeed. Things don't have to be "that way". People are infinitely varied and capable of so much. Being physically disabled I am aware of several relationships between service providers and clients which defy the common assumptions people make. However there is place for them tell their story. So these unique relationships can become isolating in themselves for all concerned. I only mention disability because that is the grapevine I am plugged into. But this happens across the human spectrum. This thread is a marvelous beginning! Perhaps it's time here on CERB to create a new forum dedicated to these untold stories. I am sure it would help a lot of people out and thought-provoking for others. Take care, PatrickGC

There's a lot of very good advice here, Karina. While telling this gentleman your feelings could be good, pay attention to the wise advice you've received from Old Dog and Cat. Take some time to think about you, too. [--][--]How are you feeling, in your own life, right now? [--][--]What kinds of stresses and concerns are you dealing with in your life? [--][--]Ours is one of the loneliest professions in the world. We spend time with many people but few ever know us well. We need to maintain good boundaries for the sake of our clients and for ourselves. Most of the time, our friends and family don't know how we're making a living or, if they do, they don't approve. It can be difficult to integrate both parts of our lives--professional and personal. Who knows you well and knows about the reality of your life and work? What kind of care and support do you receive from them? [--][--]When was the last time you had a great evening with friends or family? [--][--]When was the last time you took a vacation by yourself or with a friend or family member? [--][--]Most of the women in our line of work are kind, nurturing, compassionate, highly intuitive givers who get a lot of satisfaction out of caring for other people. One thing many of us struggle with, in our personal lives, is feeling that others care for us. If you get sick, who makes soup, brings you some tea, a movie or a stack of books? Who remembers your birthday without being reminded? Who calls you just to say hello, not to get you to do something for them? [--][--]How many clients are you seeing, on average, each week? [--][--]Do you take last-minute meetings or do you know a day or two ahead of time who you'll be seeing? [--][--]Do you see more clients than you'd like to because you need the money? Or are you working hard to advertise and communicate with potential clients but not actually entertaining as many or as often as you think would be ideal? [--][--]Our clients come to us for sex. Sure, other things are part of the encounter--talking, sharing a meal, exploring one another's thoughts and ideals. Those things are often part of what makes sex work really well for us women. Only you can know whether you've really enjoyed the sexual intimacy in your work. Be honest: how has it been for you, especially in the last couple of months? Even when our bodies respond, becoming aroused, having orgasms, we might feel that something is missing, or that our responses are almost automatic. Other than with this particular client, when have you felt lust, deep desire, yearning and exaltation for someone? [--][--]When you entered our profession, what were your long-term plans? Maybe you thought you'd work for a year or two. Perhaps you were needing to earn some money, quickly, and then realized that you might be able to pay for your education, put some money away for the future, buy a house or do some other significant thing. What goals did you have? [--][--]Every paid companion should have a retirement plan, whether that's based in putting away a certain amount of money, reaching a particular age, or being in a position to pay for something important for her future. What was your plan, originally? Has it changed, and if so, how and why? [--][--]With many important things in our lives, the reasons we start doing something are often different from, and less important than, the reasons we continue. How might this be true for you, as a paid companion? [--][--]Have you had a boyfriend or partner while also working as a paid companion--even one who may not have known about your work? If you did, what was it like for you to work and have that intimate relationship? Did you feel that the two things gave you energy? Did you feel that one got in the way of the other sometimes? If your boyfriend or partner knew about your work, how did he handle it? Did you believe what he said? Did his behaviour match his words? Some time ago, I had a client who was perfect. He never hit a false note, never did even the tiniest little thing wrong or at the wrong time. Over a couple of months, I saw him three or four times a week, for two or three hours at a time. The erotic pendulum swung very wide and never wobbled at any point in its arc from tenderly gentle to wildly kinky. I have never, in all my adult life, known anyone who always knew exactly how to touch me, where to touch and when to do it. It felt like he could look deep inside me and find things that I wasn't really sure were there. It was exhilarating. It was madness of the most delightful kind. He paid me a small fortune, though after the first couple of meetings I hardly noticed. It couldn't have continued the way it was, though. Heated romance like that always burns out eventually, and I knew it. When I realized that our interaction was basically taking over my life, not in terms of the amount of time we were spending together, but in the amount of time I was spending with him in my mind, when he was gone, and when I recognized that he may have been the best sexual partner I'd ever had but he really didn't know anything about me (and that maybe that's why it worked so well), and that my own emotions were driving me very strongly, I stopped seeing him. For weeks, I felt bereft. I felt empty. I felt dull. But after awhile, I started to feel myself again. A year or so later, he asked to see me again and I agreed. Having had some time to ponder, I was curious about what had happened. It was as good, or better, than it ever had been. And so I ended it permanently. Others might have made a different choice. But for me, this was more like an addiction than the kind of love I want to feel and to give. Everyone wants to be loved. No one ever feels loved enough. We all feel insecure about the love we feel, whether we're showing it adequately, whether it matters to the ones we love. I think this is part of being human. I also think that, if there's a grand purpose for our lives, it is to learn to love others, even when loving doesn't bring us what we most deeply need for ourselves. Love and be careful.

It's easy to launch trial balloons in the form of "What if..." questions, especially online where no one knows who anyone is or what their ulterior motive may be. But if I've taken a room at, say, the PanPacific Hotel here in Vancouver and someone goes to the front desk and says that the lady in room 1811 is a prostitute and is entertaining clients there today, I expect the hotel management will laugh long and hard. "Prove it," they will say. "Start by first telling us who you are (and showing some ID), then tell us the name of the person registered in that room and give us a concrete reason to believe that this person is working there." What will you do? Provide your identification? Somehow, I find this difficult to imagine. Can you furnish the name under which the room is registered? I guarantee that you won't be able to do that. Will you be able to provide evidence that someone called Samantha Evans has invited you to consort with her at the PanPacific Hotel this afternoon? Maybe you can. But you won't have a room number and in any case the PanPacific has never heard of Samantha Evans. You can get frustrated and pound the desk. You can roll your eyes and storm around a little bit. You can say that maybe you have the room number wrong, but you know that there's a prostitute in the hotel and you want them to take action, to call the police or at least go and check that room or other rooms. This might be an interesting way to entertain yourself for about five minutes on a rainy Vancouver afternoon in the dregs of winter. But from the hotel's standpoint you will look like a spiteful boyfriend or a malicious ex-partner or someone who's just got it in for a woman who turned him down when he tried to pick her up in the bar. If I do say so myself, no one has ever visited me anywhere and complained about it afterward. Oh, wait. That's not true. See, I had this stalker awhile back.... The police took care of that problem for me. But otherwise, the gentlemen who visit me and who see my colleagues in similar circumstances are no more interested in causing harm to me than I am in harming them or anyone else, anywhere, anytime. We meet. They pay me for my time. We engage in mutually agreeable things, whether we have a meal, play some chess, debate what passes for politics in B.C. or indulge in a wide range of delectable, erotic activities. Usually it's a combination of things. And at the end of our appointed time, we part company amicably. It's that simple. It may transpire that the gentleman and I discover that we're really not quite as compatible as we'd expected. The meeting may go very well, but one or the other of us may not want to repeat. Maybe he was looking for a one-time encounter, nothing more. Astonishingly, a man could discover that a verbal, opinionated woman isn't his preferred cup of tea regardless of her other skills and assets. Whatever the reason, it won't be because one of us has robbed the other, or because either of us was assaulted or has ventured to blackmail the other. Fear-mongering helps no one. But if you believe that most people are out to get you, if you imagine that everyone is hatching some dire plan to bring about your ruin... sweetheart, this is not the right profession for you. You will either take foolish risks that bring about exactly what you hoped to avoid or you will take no chances at all and earn nothing. At the least, you will end up feeling bitter, used and degraded because that's all you expected to feel, no matter how much cash you've got in your hand. More than 99% of the time, if screened effectively, the client is not an enemy.

There are only sex acts and people with particular preferences. If you identify as gay, awesome. If you don't, awesome. Sucking a dick doesn't make you gay. Whether or not a person identifies as gay is not a call others get to make.

I find it very sad that we even need to label a sexual activity. The reason why so many people are prudish is because of their fear of being labelled. Do what feels good and enjoy! I have, as Emma has expressed, experimented with various scenarios (gender wise) and have thoroughly enjoyed myself because I can see how the grey (kudos to Sara) areas need to be explored. It's all about having fun but never giving into anything you are uncomfortable with. PS big turn on for me is male on male oral :)