1. A few years back, I visited an escort at his place. He cordially invited me into his apartment, sat and conversed with me. After some minutes, he offered me a drink, and if my memory serves me correctly, I think it was water (clear). When we began to kiss, he was oh so friggin' sexy, applying his sensual Brazilian skills. After a few minutes, he stopped and lay on his bed and failed to do much of anything else. I was pissed and got up and dressed. I politely asked him to ring a Uber for me. He pretended to do the latter in an honest fashion yet deceptively. My ride never arrived, so I left and boarded the elevator in a huge state of confusion. The man had drugged me; he'd given me something that had me very, very confused. I managed to leave via the underground parking lot. ...went outside to get a grip, and for about an hour I was out of it. Finally, I found the street from which I'd walked from my downtown S.F. hotel and returned after walking some 20 or more blocks. [Cell phones were not as prevalent as they are today.]
In looking back, it was one hell of a frightening experience.
2. One year I hired porn star S.X. Our emails were great, and he'd lowered his fee for lack of his obtaining clients to San Francisco during that particular visit. He opened the door to his shared hotel room (His lover at the time had left in order for us to play.). and asked me to undress, for he would give me a massage as a preliminary to the "main event." Well, for almost 50 mins., he game me a fucking lame massage. When the time was up, I dressed and gave him his fee. S.X. did not show me to the door; nor did he give any words of support or anything. He was one rude fucking fish. I left being quite, quite disappointed, for many men at this site had only rave comments about him.
Unfortunately, my time with him was NOT what I had anticipated.
In looking back, I think I should have made an appointment with his big dick, interactive lover who'd been recommended to me by David_SF.
2. I keenly remember a popular and well reviewed escort and I had arranged a meeting for an hour. Well, the hour came, and the escort relayed that he would be a slight bit late, for he was ending dinner. I waited and waited, and when he arrived via his hot motorcycle wearing sexy leather gear, I invited him into my hotel room, and when he started to undress, I told him to forget about it, for he was way too late for our meeting. I opened the door, and he left.
3. A young guy who claimed to be a masseur came by my hotel room w/o any instruments or materials to use. I gave him some money to go and buy some oils or lotions. Well, he returned to my hotel room with some cheap, ordinary lotion and gave me "THE WORSE" MASSAGE that I'd ever had. I, myself, could have done a much better job than he. I reluctantly paid him; he left. I was dissatisfied.
4. Last November I wrote about the escort who had that overwhelmingly unkempt and highly disorganized space, the one who wanted to give me free service after I stood inside of his living room area and told him that the appointment is being canceled. My good side told me to send him his fee since I'd canceled on the spot. I sent him his reduced fee only to have it be returned to me. The address and apartment number were correct, but I'd addressed it as Resident of Apartment____. Well, he decided to get back at me by blocking me from assessing his ad material and photographs on Rent.men.
To this day I still think if I'd made the correct decision, for I really wanted to play with this man with the fabulous ass and beautiful hooded-headed huge endowment. But all of that huge maze of disarray took away the ambience.
I enjoyed writing the preceding. Hope it's applies to this particular thread if I read the title correctly.
