You got exactly the rate you wanted with exactly the man you wanted. Now, you're looking for some sort of guarantee that the experience will be perfect. The client-escort relationship is asymetrical. To you he's special. To him, you're a client. Some clients are better than others, but they're all clients.
If you just want to hire him to run your hands over his muscles and his hairy chest, I think you'd enjoy it. He's a really bright guy - I was thinking he would be great on a lunch date- an hour of nice conversation sitting across the table from a remarkably sexy man.
However you want him to be. I have always wondered just what guys mean when they advertise that they are dominant tops. He also does. I asked him what he meant by "dominant top." And he explained that it was primarily verbal - lot's of aggressive dirty talk, plus very assertive physically - kind of using you, demeaning you. I said "let's do that, I think I can handle it." He's Latin and he has an almost undetectable accent. When he goes dominant top he cuts loose and really plays up his accent. I felt like I had accidentally strayed into the wrong part of town and that he was going to get a piece of me before he let me go. I liked it a lot. He also says in his ad that he can be affectionate and romantic if that's what you want. I can imagine him as a passionate Latin lover treating you as though you're the only man in the world.
My niece communes with the dead. She is a fairly well known Internet psychic- has a great apartment in Beacon Hill, travels the world, drives a great car.
I pee a lot at night, but it's because I drink 3 - 4 liters of water every day. It's only a few steps to the bathroom, but I minimize the disruption by keeping a pee jar beside the bed.
Of course, I know that. Maybe it's just me, but even though I am placing myself in a top's hands, I want to be reasonably sure that I'm going to live through it.
Not long ago, a very sexy escort, a real sexual athlete, put his hand to my throat. For a split second, I was tempted but my instinct for self preservation took over and I said to him "no breath play."
I don't doubt that it's an extremely erotic experience, but the practice carries a very high risk of potentially fatal arrhythmia. And I even recognize that a top's skill level may mitigate the risk. The problem is that I'm not aware of any certification programs that guarantee that a top has the skill level necessary to keep a bottom out of ventricular tachycardia.
So, unless the bottom knows his top pretty well, he's taking his life in his hands doing breath play.