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He is still one of THE hottest — and sweetest — guys it has ever been my pleasure to interact with, and if he ever gets back to NYC I will be first in line to hire him.

In a heartbeat. Oops! Did I just say that out loud ...?

Just FYI, you’re responding to a thread that’s been inactive for four years, and none of the links are valid anymore. If you have a current, active link, perhaps you could post?

Only here — so far.

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I’ve had several talks with Tristan since lockdown started, and I can assure you that he takes Coronavirus and health safety VERY seriously — “nonsense” is code in this case for the “unimaginably horrible situation in which we all find ourselves.” I happen to like and admire — and lust after — the man, and if he sparks the same interest in you, he is WELL worth getting to know.

Spring of 2017. I was just coming out of a rough patch: an 80-lb weight loss and renewed interest in the gym had me feeling pretty good about myself on one level, but in the immediate aftermath of prostate surgery I badly needed to regain confidence that I could perform sexually, and felt that a paid escort experience would be easier on my shaky self-image, and unreliable (at the time) performance. I did my research on this forum (thanks, boys!) and my first hire was a smoking hot local bodybuilder. He was more than willing, and kind of sweet (and did I mention, hot AF?), but it wasn’t a huge success. I had horrible stage fright, I didn’t have a clear idea of what I wanted physically from the encounter, and I discovered that, after 20 years of sex with nobody but my husband (and not at all for about a decade) I was REALLY out of practice. But I never looked back, and my only regret is that I didn’t start hiring years ago ...

His “business model” — change your name every few days, block anybody who actually takes the trouble to look at your profile — fascinates me. Other things aside, it seems like a lot of work on his part. Can he actually be making money doing this? And if not, why not just take his impossibly high standards and fuck off over to Grindr?

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My trainer and I used to pass colds back and forth pretty regularly pre-COVID, but I have never, as far as I recall, caught so much as a case of the sniffles from a provider.

My regular hire is a bodybuilder, and I’m VERY into muscle, and the erotic effect is enhanced for me if we’re both standing up — emphasizes the size difference. Still, when we get together we tend to use every surface in the room, in pretty rapid succession. It’s good cardio!

I tried to — several times. After a while I stopped trying. I’m lucky to have access to a couple guys who are every bit as hot, if not hotter, and a LOT less work to hire.

For what it’s worth, I find it easier, and less emotionally risky, to treat every new escort experience as if it were a physical therapy appointment with a new PT, or a workout with a new trainer. Then it becomes an exercise of his pleasure-giving skills, and of my capacity to respond, and give pleasure back. I don’t pay my PT or my trainer to be my friends — but if they’re doing their job, and I’m doing mine, then there’s a chance that friendship can grow out of mutual respect, even if the relationship remains an essentially commercial one.

It IS possible to find an escort you truly connect with, but don’t expect it to “just happen,” and don’t expect it to be any easier to maintain than a friendship, or a lasting love relationship, or even a solid professional relationship. Be prepared to sample a LOT of candidates (what fun, eh?) and try not to let your expectations get too far ahead of reality—enjoy these hot, beautiful guys for who and what they are, “in the moment”!

I’ve been waiting for this massive stud to visit me in my dreams since the first time I saw Walt Disney’s Fantasia, like 40 years ago:

I also spent my formative years, sexually, either standing or on my knees. When my husband and I met I transitioned to sex in a bed fairly easily; but since I started hiring I find that I DEFINITELY prefer not being in a bed — must have some erotic connection in my head with the edgy, risky, semi-public fucks of my youth.

My regular hire is a bodybuilder, and we try to see as many local competitions together as we can — on my nickel, of course. Aside from the powerful aphrodisiac post-show effect it has on us both, it’s a fun outing built around a mutual interest.

Never occured to me, but you’re right! I’ve had the very great pleasure of being with Mr. Baldwin, and other similarities aside, I can say that if Mr. Cena is only half as good in bed, he would DEFINITELY jump to the top of my Celebrity Pass List.

Sadly, not a true indicator. Google “cena stunt penis.” ?

I resemble that remark.

He’s always been at the top of my Celebrity Pass List, but this clip has me dreaming about grabbing onto those massive arms for dear life as he nails me to the bed like Amy Schumer. Also: it’s good advice. https://thetruetruetruth.com/john-cena-2/

Full disclosure out the outset: although I am a dedicated gym-rat, I DON’T look like my avatar. That said, my regular guy does, and he often compliments me on my small gym-victories, and my modest improvements. I put a certain percentage of this down to ”customer relations.“ But he’s a trainer by profession, and his comments generally reflect what I see in the mirror, and what my own personal trainer tells me, so I just enjoy it (and reciprocate). At the other end of the bullshit spectrum, if I’m seeing a new guy, and all he can think to say to me as we make out is that I have “nice eyes,” I’d rather he just shut up and fuck ...

We’ll see. How many times, with how many different guys, have I watched the Benjamin-fueled evolution from Look But Don’t Touch, to Well Maybe Just a LITTLE Touching, to Yeah Bro Suck That Dick, to I Don’t Bottom For Just Anybody, to ... well, you get the picture.

“Let me reiterate that I am straight, sorry boys, and not looking for a happy ending for either one of us. Again, there will be NO sexual interactions between us.” You really have to wonder why he advertises at all.