Just wondering what everyones strangest MP experience is. Do you ever get into a session with a girl and realize that you are just way over your head with her. I few months ago I had a session with a lady who told me part way through the session and her specialty was taking it to the client with a strap-on. She did not want to take no for an answer. So, instead of enjoying the massage I spent most of an hour trying to convince her not to stick things up my ass. Other girls want to give or receive spankings. I understand there everyone is into different things, but sometimes the sp is quite aggressive in "recommending" a particular service.
Strangest MP Experience
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This is not as strange as your story but disturbing none the less. Just before I moved to Calgary I answered an add in the capital newspaper. The ladys name was Carol said she was a retired dancer,very open all the usuall . set up a time, She had a what she called a suite above rutland bench in east kelowna sort of accross from the water tower very discreet. I am discribing this the best I can so fellow pooners stay far far away. Well first off the suite was a pickers shack with no curtains, 1 room and a bathroom and filthy, but I figure what the hell I found the place I might as well try it out.
Big mistake, she pulls out the hide-a-bed couch, dusts off the crumbs and crap and starts to give a little oral, terrible. so I tell her I dont usually like oral(lie) but like full service better. She drops her to her Knees spins around and presents what would be described only as a wolly mamoth in hiding. so I enter from behind in full disgust just wanting to get off, and out here.
well just as I started her german Shephard comes in the dog door and starts growling at me, I m not scared of dogs but this scared the hell out me here I am pretty much naked with this farm dog ready to take a bite out of me, not to happy so I ask her if the dog could be let back out side, she gets mad at me and tells me that the dog is more welcome than I am, all still while the dog is growling. I tell her I am not interested in finishing and that I appreciate her fondness for her dog but, I find it intimidating to have this shephard growling at me so. I ask her if she wouldnt mind holding her dog while I get dressed so I can leave and she tells me that her dog is free to roam as it please's and she wont restrain it at all and in a tone tells me I am just like all the others, and that she wont give me my money back, hell I could care less about the money and was even considering paying more if she would just hold the damn dog.
So I slither past the dog and out the door and this f**kin dog follows me all the way to my car and down the drive way.
And that my friends is the strangest and scariest thing that has ever really happended to me in all my pooning experience.
Cargo
This is not as strange as your story but disturbing none the less. Just before I moved to Calgary I answered an add in the capital newspaper. The ladys name was Carol said she was a retired dancer,very open all the usuall . set up a time, She had a what she called a suite above rutland bench in east kelowna sort of accross from the water tower very discreet. I am discribing this the best I can so fellow pooners stay far far away. Well first off the suite was a pickers shack with no curtains, 1 room and a bathroom and filthy, but I figure what the hell I found the place I might as well try it out.
Big mistake, she pulls out the hide-a-bed couch, dusts off the crumbs and crap and starts to give a little oral, terrible. so I tell her I dont usually like oral(lie) but like full service better. She drops her to her Knees spins around and presents what would be described only as a wolly mamoth in hiding. so I enter from behind in full disgust just wanting to get off, and out here.
well just as I started her german Shephard comes in the dog door and starts growling at me, I m not scared of dogs but this scared the hell out me here I am pretty much naked with this farm dog ready to take a bite out of me, not to happy so I ask her if the dog could be let back out side, she gets mad at me and tells me that the dog is more welcome than I am, all still while the dog is growling. I tell her I am not interested in finishing and that I appreciate her fondness for her dog but, I find it intimidating to have this shephard growling at me so. I ask her if she wouldnt mind holding her dog while I get dressed so I can leave and she tells me that her dog is free to roam as it please's and she wont restrain it at all and in a tone tells me I am just like all the others, and that she wont give me my money back, hell I could care less about the money and was even considering paying more if she would just hold the damn dog.
So I slither past the dog and out the door and this f**kin dog follows me all the way to my car and down the drive way.
And that my friends is the strangest and scariest thing that has ever really happended to me in all my pooning experience.
Cargo
Found this posting https://perb.cc/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=25487 right under a reply to sajrcc`s. Coincidence??sajrcc said:
doesn't no mean yes?
Oh come on, you little bitch...i find it hard to believe that if you said no that the sp would continue prodding your forbidden zones.
I too have a penchant for allowing guys to explore their back doors but i always ask...really, i do!!! Mind you, i think some guys don't want to admit they're just big vanilla flavoured weenies when it comes to sex.
Oh come on, you little bitch...i find it hard to believe that if you said no that the sp would continue prodding your forbidden zones.
I too have a penchant for allowing guys to explore their back doors but i always ask...really, i do!!! Mind you, i think some guys don't want to admit they're just big vanilla flavoured weenies when it comes to sex.
Re: Big Vanilla flavoured Weenies...
Dear Very Veronica,
That's not very nice. Calling some poor kid a Big Vanilla Flavoured Weeny and a Bitch all in the same paragraph.
What really bothers me is you didn't have the curtiousy to call me either of those names. There's going to be a letter about this.
Later,
bobsled.
Dear Very Veronica,
That's not very nice. Calling some poor kid a Big Vanilla Flavoured Weeny and a Bitch all in the same paragraph.
What really bothers me is you didn't have the curtiousy to call me either of those names. There's going to be a letter about this.
Later,
bobsled.
hhhmmmw
what I wanna find out is if Veronica can cure a guy of his "vanilla sex" routine.. I Thinks she should come to Calgary and give it a try?
Cargo
what I wanna find out is if Veronica can cure a guy of his "vanilla sex" routine.. I Thinks she should come to Calgary and give it a try?
Cargo
bobsled said:
Veronica hon,,if you ever have a chance to get bobsled bent over,I hope you whip him soooo good that he says,,,,I'm a vanilla flavoured weenie BITCH and pound my ass harder!!!!!!
Then we want a review
Veronica's 12 step program for getting dirty
Hmm...sounds like you're ready for your first meeting.
Hmm...sounds like you're ready for your first meeting.
Strange experience
This was not with an SP but I knew a girl who had some kind of parrot in her room. She used to close her bedroom door and would open the cage so the bird could fly around and spread it's wings a little. Usually it just hopped around up high on bookshelves and crapped on things.
This bird never really liked me very much. She tried to get it to sit on my shoulder etc but it would always bite my ear (not a little love bite, but a "I wonder what this dangly piece of meat tastes like bite".
One time we were having hot sweaty sex, no blankets or sheets on us. I think the bird either got jealous or was nervous because of the noises we were making. She was panting and moaning etc. The bird fuckin' attacked me from behind. Landed right in the small of my back and scratched the hell out of me. I started to WTF swearing my head off and the bird went nutso. Half flying - half hopping up my backside.
My first thought was to pull out to get it off of me but then I thought "what if it attacks my pecker....?". It took my girl a few seconds to realize that my shrieks were not orgasm related and then she made matters worse by laughing her head off.
After that day, it was always bird-into-the cage for nooky time!
This was not with an SP but I knew a girl who had some kind of parrot in her room. She used to close her bedroom door and would open the cage so the bird could fly around and spread it's wings a little. Usually it just hopped around up high on bookshelves and crapped on things.
This bird never really liked me very much. She tried to get it to sit on my shoulder etc but it would always bite my ear (not a little love bite, but a "I wonder what this dangly piece of meat tastes like bite".
One time we were having hot sweaty sex, no blankets or sheets on us. I think the bird either got jealous or was nervous because of the noises we were making. She was panting and moaning etc. The bird fuckin' attacked me from behind. Landed right in the small of my back and scratched the hell out of me. I started to WTF swearing my head off and the bird went nutso. Half flying - half hopping up my backside.
My first thought was to pull out to get it off of me but then I thought "what if it attacks my pecker....?". It took my girl a few seconds to realize that my shrieks were not orgasm related and then she made matters worse by laughing her head off.
After that day, it was always bird-into-the cage for nooky time!
