purplekow

The only problem with that is in order to get hundreds out, you have to put hundreds in.

I prefer to pay in pennies. It takes a bit longer to count out but I love to see the escorts biceps bulge when he walks out the door with the cash.

We have the choice to make our own joy or our own misery. Merry Christmas just the same. My guess, you probably did not really want to see your sister.

The Dude Next Door may be just who you need. Eric Hassan. Check out his ad and his reviews and if you are interested, if you are lucky, he will be available.

See you all there.

That kind of thinking resulted in my having dog food for lunch. It was surprisingly delicious.

I cannot remember ever being as happy for someone I do not actually known. I mean, I have been happy for those families who who have military member surprise them at a graduation. I have been happy for those homeless individuals who get a makeover on a TV show and who then return to a different kind of successful life. I have been happy for mothers whose children have been rescued from wells and land mine fields and alien abductions. However, I can never remember being this happy for someone else's coming of middle age story. Perhaps it is because our back stories are very similar. We have both been married to the great love of our life. Eventually after the death of that loved one, we grieved for a long celibate period. Once we finally began to fully live again, we acted on clearly long repressed sexual feelings for men while occasionally having sex with women. The sexual feelings for men were surprising in their existence, as they had been held hostage and labeled as curiosities. Then even more surprising was the intensity of those feelings once they were acted upon. Then came the realization that by god, I really like cock, I may like to like it a lot more. Sp then, I played around with trying to label myself. Saying I was gay seemed to detract from the intense love I had and have for my wife. Saying I was straight seemed a bit ridiculous as I was sucking another man's hard dick. Saying I was bisexual almost fit, but that term seems to suggest a static unalterable attraction to both sexes and that certainly is not my case. My attraction to each of the sexes has been more sinusoidal, a rollercoaster ride in which I am at one peak, hot for mama and then at another peak, hot for papa and then suddenly there is a turn and a climb of anticipation and then a drop of exhilaration and then a turn and who knows where I am going or which I prefer. Anyway, what I have chosen to do is not label myself at all. I am a man who has sex with men. I am a man who has sex with women. So, if asked about my sexuality, and as I have said before, at my age people do not ask as they do want to even briefly consider that I might be having sex lest that image get seared into their brain, I simply smile and say: "yeah sex, I remember it well." To my inner self , I say: I am a man who likes sex, what do you have in mind.

Arrangements are being finalized and the boys will be sending out the information soon.

Remember you are dealing with a 20 year old who is being willingly shot at for the enjoyment of 300 people who are strangers and acquaintances.

i do not know if I already RSVP but I will be attending and staying at Rouge, another KLimpton hotel.

One listen to me made your point. The other two were vanity posts.

Brevity wit essence it is. Yoda

Short.

OK.

That is the standard? Accept bad behavior and move on? So exactly who is lowering the standard, the people who do this or the people that accept it? I agree there is nothing to do about this particular escort, except not hire him again and let him know why. Then move on and continue to expect people to meet their work obligations. At the very least, a phone call rather than a text would have personalized the situation and that may have been enough to have me consider another date in the future, if he was somewhat remorseful and asked for a postponement to another day.

The more the merrier, and with a name like Peter Hung, I would imagine you know about more and merrier.

Pukka Up I guess this is a whole new expression.

This event is like diving off of the high board for the first time. You just have to climb the ladder, walk out on the board and jump. Best of luck

How odd, well more to point, how even.

I have been told by more than one escort about famous hires. I have not asked and I assumed that as they offered this information without being coerced and without proviso of confidentiality, that I could report that information here if I so desired. And I would, even with the likelihood of being called a gossipy queen with nothing better to do than to stick my nose in other people's sex lives, but one of the celebrities is a woman, and that would hold little interest for most of the people on this forum and the other is an action movie star and while I have heard of him and perhaps even seen a movie of two of his, I tend to get him confused with another action star and even now I am not sure which one is the one that was a client. There have been other occasions in which the names were given to me in confidence, as I am sure those names were given in confidence to a score of other clients.

Just as an aside, are you attending the DC Luncheon?

That was two years ago that there was an issue and there was no escort of the year last year. It is probably for the best as escort is more a demonstration than a competition. To all the men with whom I have shared the carnal aspects of my life in 2017, you are all escort of the year. Escort of the Year Purplekow division.

With a professional...my brother in laws bachelor party. The group went to a place called the Derby Club. I had no idea it was a whorehouse, even after I paid the $10.44 to get in. I was told $10 was for the house and the girl and $0.44 was for the police. In any case, $10 for the house and the girl so you can imagine the type of place it was, though it was in the mid 50's on the east side of Manhattan. I was one of the last guys to select a partner and I selected a very large woman, probably 5 foot and 350 pounds or so. We went into a small room with a metal four poster bed and a sink and she instructed me to undress. She then filled a bucket with warm water and washed my genitals. She then told me to get on the bed, and when I was not hard she asked me if I "was having trouble with the Whopper." She then got me hard and mounted me. There was then a tornado of activity. The bed began moving and banging into the walls, the moving bed then knocked the bucket over and water spilled on the floor, bells started ringing (apparently after 15 minutes the act was supposed to be done and a bell range louder and louder until it was turned off). I held onto two of the bedposts and the bed just creaked and creeped and banged into the wall as hard as she banged down onto me. At first there was nothing and then suddenly, I felt my legs tighten and my abs tighten and my face contort and I heard her yell at me: "Come on white boy, I do not have all day" and I then shot. She jumped off the bed, filled the bucket and squatted over it cleaning herself free of the copious come that was leaking out from her and dripping off of her. As she cleaned herself, she ordered me to get dressed and get the hell out. I did just that, most of my clothes had been on the floor and were pretty wet. I came out drained and saturated with sweat and bucket bath water and the rest of the bachelor party guys were out there waiting. I was questioned as to just what the hell had gone on in there. On the ride home the guys in my car were merciless in their jokes and persistent in their questions. I lost my nonprofessional virginity a few days later to a woman that seduced me as I was delivering the mail and was feeling ill and sitting in the lobby of her apartment building. Also a bizarre story in which the song Layla played over and over again in the background.

Five minutes after going in the men's room

Perhaps the greatest controversy surrounding sexuality revolves around Richard the LionHearted and King Philip of France. There are differing opinions as to the nature of their relationship. It is widely accepted that they shared a bed, but defenders of the "not gay" segment state that it was common practice for people to sleep together for warmth and that sleeping with an ally was a political way of showing trust, literally getting in bed with someone. Others point out that Richard, though he married another, was engaged to Philips sister Alice. Alice may also have been the mistress of Richard's father, Henry II. In any case, two young powerful men, sleeping in the same bed leads to me think that though they literallu crossed swords in battle years later, that in their youth, these two were crossing swords figuratively.