Review by SLOPPYWILL, July, 2009
The last time I hobbied was back in April 2009; needless to say I was getting quite restless. I prefer quality as opposed to quantity, so I’m very selective about whom I see; meaning I like them to be all natural, beautiful and in excellent shape. I surfed the reviews for several weeks until I finally came across a new provider who lit the fire in my desire, and I just had to have her – I liked her profile and I loved her pictures. She only had one review at the time, which was excellent and I decided that she would be my next adventure.
I emailed her and she replied rather quickly; we exchanged emails and phone calls for a few days and I made an appointment to see her. Everything was set and she told me to give her a call 2 hours before the appointed time to confirm the appointment, then she would give me the address. I was really excited about the meeting, so I made sure that I didn’t participate in any sexual release of any kind for 4 days, including touching myself – if you know what I mean. Normally, I would touch myself at least 4 times a day to maintain control of my sexual aggression. I wanted my performance with this special provider to be beyond reproach, and I wanted to be able to deliver massive loads. I have discovered that if I inhibit my sexual release for a few days, when I finally release, the first load is quite impressive in terms of force and volume; in addition, I can reload in a few minutes and perform at my peak with regards to stamina and control.
Anyway, the day of reckoning arrived and I called her to confirm the appointment. This is when it all started to go south. She began to ask all kinds of questions about where I found out about her, my age, ethnicity and things like that. I was in my office, so I couldn’t respond to her liking, since there were people coming and going around my desk. I told her that I would call her back. It was almost time to start making tracks since I didn’t know the address and I wanted to make sure that I had enough time to get to the drop zone. When I got to the car, I called her and answered all her questions and explained why I couldn’t be as precise and direct when I spoke to her earlier. I gave her my TER handle and she told me that she would check it out and call me back.
While I was waiting for her call, I began to wonder why she hadn’t taken the time to vet me earlier; after all, we were communicating for about 4 days. Why did she wait until the last moment to validate me? I was all ready to go, with the car warmed up – just waiting for an address. Well, you may have guessed it by now. She never called back, and she refused to take my calls after that. I called her several times and left a few messages, with no result. I am not going to reveal the provider’s identity at this point, because it is simply a misunderstanding, and I hope that we can resolve it and move on from there; I am willing to give her another chance because she is my type.
In any case, at this point my sacks were overloaded with man-juice and I was horny as a goat; I needed some release, so I decided to implement my back-up plan. I had compiled a list of 10 providers whose profiles and pictures I found appealing, and I kept a copy of the list in my glove compartment. In desperation, I grabbed the list and started calling. I went down the list quickly, striking out until the very last provider – Summer. I was already accepting defeat after going 0 for 9, seeing visions of touching myself as I watched porn. I was rather relieved when Summer’s booker answered and asked if I had submitted a review before; I gave her the requested information and held on while she checked it out. At this point I didn’t remember how Summer looked or what her profile was like, since I only had a list of providers and their contact numbers. The booker confirmed the information after a few minutes and gave me the address and I was on my way.
