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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.

“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.

Hot muscle-stud Russ: https://rent.men/Russ_NYC Massive bodybuilder masseur Mike Lynn: https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/36475/

WOOOOOF.

You won’t find a lot of serious bodybuilders who are much taller than 5’7” — besides, you don’t really notice the height difference when you’re both lying down!

FWIW, I saw him late last year in NYC, and had an incredible time with him. I found him to be friendly, chatty, and surprisingly interactive—an enthusiastic kisser, for one thing. He’s kept in touch since then about his trips back to the city, but I wasn’t able to schedule a repeat session before things closed down in March.

He doesn’t advertise anymore, but for me, still and always: Apollo Phoenix. Mind-blowing biceps with a big ol’ cephalic vein, and triceps to match. Holding onto those huge guns on either side of your head for dear life as he plows you is just ... WOOF. Combine that with his cocky Long Island guido attitude and accent—priceless!

I saw him earlier this year, and I can confirm that nothing has shrunk, and that, um, everything still works.

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I’m happy to report that, whatever their profiles say, in my experience even the “straightest” muscle guys enjoy an accomplished and enthusiastic blow-job as a finale to muscle-worship,