Well Romoe contacted me and appears to be a gentleman.
As for the above post by Chairman Mao, :
"[my] individual experience is just one in a sea of thousands" -- I say, oh really?
Forgive me for being "forward"Mr. Chairman, but it sounds as if you are a bit bored with life?
Perhaps all you see these days are providers who see you as just another ship passing by on the ocean. You get what you give, no?
Has all the thrill gone, Chairman? I keep my dearest male friends alive by talking through such boredom over dinner, and they hobby anew after a night out with me. Actually, I get my experiences from them and their true stories, or my won, or those of my comrades in parlor arms.
One dear hobbiest friend just told me a story of his experience last night in NYC where he used his charms to work a k-gal into a bbbjtc despite every sign to the contrary (not here, boss too tuff, I get fired, no raincoat 2 dangerous, not on first visit, time almost over, etc etc). After 2 minutes she was DT ing him, added some prostate work unprompted, and upon sensing the start of his release took him way-deep until he was dry, even though she was gasping for air and choking on his stuff...He says she popped up off of him beet red in the face and choking, only to smile and give him kiss (yuch?).
As only true tales can express, after she got a hot towel and cleaned him up she fell backwards and almost fainted! He caught her and brought her down against the side of the table. She was light-headed and nauseous from his stuff inside her empty stomach, and started to act like she was going to throw up. He calmed her with soft talk and held her belly with his hand, and noticed she calmed when he stroked her abdomen (but was still gagging every minutes or so, as if ready to puke).
He says he really thought she would puke so he started stroking her belly, rhythmically, and she liked it, and prompted him to press and massage her gut, which he did. She started staring into space, standng next to the massage table, where he was half reclined and laying sideways to stroke her. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he kept gently massaging her belly, and pressing into her along the inner edge of her ribcage, because she seemed to encourage it. After a few minutes he noticed she was eyes closed, mouth open, and breathing rather deeply/heavily. He though she was breathing deep stay keep from puking, so he kept it up, and then suddenly, she came!
He says she came rather violently, bending over while writhing sideways, grabbing his arms into her belly as she folded over, her lower body shuddering strongly and her belly muscles contracting really, really hard against his hand. According to Alan, she came so strongly there was no way those abdominal wall muscle contractions were anything but involuntary.
She fell back to sit on the table, and lay alongside him dead to the world. Her forehead was sweaty; her bangs soaked from sweat. Her neck was thrush and splotchy, which extended all the way down her chest past the hem of her blouse. Alan could only imagine how swollen her nipples must have been. She had never removed her clothes, and his hand had never left her belly, and her body had not been touching anything down there....
She took a full 15 minutes to come to her senses, and then she escorted him everywhere until he left, even staying alongside him in the communcallocker room whilehe dressed. Now he has her cell number, knows she is off Wednesdays, and says that she promised him f.s. each and every tme he wants it, whether it is at the spa or another place or his place or even anywhere he wants to meet. He says she was all goo-gooeyed at him when he left. He honestly didn't do anything for her, except perhaps enjoy a solid bbbj/dt experience and offer a little stomach massage.
You can't make this stuff up. It's too human, and different every day.
Regards! Missy http://eroticmassage.blogs.com