Review by JOCKEYPANTS, March, 2004
I'm as green a NEWBIE as you're ever gonna meet. I've been a TER VIP for less than a week and after many hours of steaming up the glass on my monitor while reading reviews I chose Rain as my very first provider. For other Newbies with the same apprehensions as I, allow me to take a little space to talk you through my experience of the arrangements. I partly picked Rain because of her long list of reviews. A gal with only one or two reviews was simply more of an unknown commodity to me. Also, Rain's reviews read like a consistent menu of the stuff I wanted to experience. So yes, my Newbie Friends, it's worth the 20 bucks to become a VIP. At the very least it's like getting a one-month subscription to endless Forum Letters with the added turn-on of authenticity.
I was sitting in my car working up what little courage left needed to call Rain's number from off her website. After those 30 seconds were up I called. It was a Friday at 2:20pm. I got the message machine: ‘Hi, I'm not home, leave your name and number and a brief message...’ Nothing sexy. I said, Hi Rain and gave her my name and cell number. I said, ‘I hoped we could get together on Sunday. Thanks! Bye!’ I was trying to sound like a sweet guy. Because I am a sweet guy, damn-it. I sat in the car and smoked. Very bad for me. I clicked on the i-pod. A song called ‘Hurricane’ came on. Perfect.
‘…Babe you always were a hurricane. The way that first you'd rage & then you'd rain...’
At 2:37pm the music became distorted which meant my cell was about to ring. It was a 323 area code. It was a man asking for Bob. I said, no and told him my name. He said sorry and hung up. I smoked. A minute later it rang again. User ID Blocked. Hmmm, I wonder who this could be? It was the same woman's voice that was on the machine. She asked for me by name. ‘This is he.’ ‘This is Rain, Hi!’ I waited half a second for her to take the lead. She didn't. I said, ‘I was hoping we could get together on Sunday.’ ‘Sure,’ She said, ‘What time?’ I said, ‘anytime before seven would be great.’ I was attempting to be flexible for her. She responded, ‘Do you want to call me that afternoon? When you know a definite time?’ (Apparently she didn't need me to be flexible.) ‘How about 5pm,’ I said. ‘I'll write you in pending for 5pm and you can call me in the afternoon to confirm,’ she said. I wanted to let her know I was serious so I said, ‘I'll definitely be there at 5.’ ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘why don't you call that afternoon to confirm.’ Apparently she didn't need to know if I was serious on Friday. She wanted me to be serious on Sunday. ‘I'll Call.’ ‘My place is easy to find, where are you coming from?’ I told her and she told me how to get to her place. The address and everything. She talked about parking in her spot. She wanted me to phone from the address and she'd guide me into the spot and give me her apartment number. Her tone was practical. Experienced. The littlest trace of caution. Easy as pie. ‘So call me in the afternoon to confirm,’ she said. ‘I will. I'm looking forward to meeting you,’ I said. She said, ‘Okay’ or ‘Good’ or something practical. There was no teasing or flirting on the phone such as: 'ooo my studly chick-a-dee’ or a sexy 'I'm looking forward to meeting you too, sweetie.’ You don't talk about sex or money on the phone. Use the TER reviews to answer those questions. It makes it easy and safe. The call was over my 2:41pm. So this must be the two-call system. I had nervous butterflies. I smoked. I put on the i-pod. That song again:
‘Let it rain, let it pour, blow the hinges off the door’
As I walked from my car to my apartment my legs felt jellyfishy. Like I had just cum. I got inside and reached down to Little Sampson and felt a pearl of smooth essence in my briefs. I put my fingers...
