Austin Lewis

I'm currently wildly infatuated with one of my regulars. It'll be fine. But in the meantime, he does such things to me--what they are I know not--but they are the wonders of the earth. (With my apologies to King Lear.)

That's him. He was great . . . until he wasn't. 

The subject of my earlier thread is Daniel_Richards. I've waited quite a while to identify him because I kept hoping he'd make good on his repeated promises to make things right. He finally ghosted me--no surprise there--and clearly I'm not going to see that $500 again. 
 

Unbearably cute is right! I saw him for just an hour, but it was a lovely experience. And yes, he does cum a lot, and I'm going to assure myself that it was because he enjoyed my company.

Unbearably cute is right! I saw him for just an hour, but it was a lovely experience. And yes, he does cum a lot, and I'm going to assure myself that it was because he enjoyed my company.

I'm currently wildly infatuated with one of my regulars. It'll be fine. But in the meantime, he does such things to me--what they are I know not--but they are the wonders of the earth. (With my apologies to King Lear.)

I'm currently wildly infatuated with one of my regulars. It'll be fine. But in the meantime, he does such things to me--what they are I know not--but they are the wonders of the earth. (With my apologies to King Lear.)

I'm currently wildly infatuated with one of my regulars. It'll be fine. But in the meantime, he does such things to me--what they are I know not--but they are the wonders of the earth. (With my apologies to King Lear.)

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The show was actually quite good!

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

I'm always happy to order an Uber. It seems like a fairly low-risk way to establish that I'm serious.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

I'm always happy to order an Uber. It seems like a fairly low-risk way to establish that I'm serious.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The show was actually quite good!

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The full version of this story is quite a saga, but here's the TL;DR version.
I was planning a long evening with a provider I had seen a handful of times. We were going to see a musical--he's a really fine singer and I knew he'd like that--and then enjoy a few hours together. I had the tickets, and he was taking care of making the rest of the evening an event. When he asked for a $500 deposit to help with that, I overcame my qualms and sent it to him.
It will surprise absolutely no one in this forum to learn that on the very day we were supposed to get together, he texted me to say that he was stuck in a faraway city (inset tale of woe here) and wouldn't be making it. I tried to be understanding, but I was also firm in saying that I felt scammed because I had paid for an experience I wasn't going to have. He assured me that he would return the money, though not right away because his finances were a mess (insert further tale of woe here). Repeated enquiries have produced ever-receding deadlines for repayment, but of course no actual money.
No deposits.
Ever.

The last time I hired, the provider came twice. That was quite unexpected and gratifying (I mean, he must have been having a fairly decent time too, right?--don't disillusion me if the answer is no). Ordinarily I don't expect a provider to cum, though I'm delighted to get them off if that's what they want.