Coolwave35

His pre show up sexting is soooooo fun. The sex is amazing. The chit chat before and after is nauseating. I have never in my life met someone that I cared less about all of their hobbies and interests. Once he asked if we could play Mortal Kombat on my ps5. I told him the second controller was broken. He could clearly see 4 controllers and he said “none of those work?” And I said yeah they’re all broken. Then he said “why do you keep them?” And I just said yes. The good outweighs the bad but the sex is so affordable and great that we keep it up.

I believe parents and siblings can often spot a proclivity to this early on. It does show up in all sorts of ways in childhood. I’m no expert, but my brother from a very early age, helped himself to whatever he wanted regardless of who it belonged to. He was also “rough”, a code word for violent, with our family pets, to the point we could no longer have any. My mom tried to get him help or rehabilitated to no avail. As an adult, he is a thief and a serial abuser of women. He’s always in jail or arrested and extremely violent. That’s all been there since he was 3.

I have offered compensation for travel time and sooooo many providers turn me down.

I have an arrangement like that with a guy that is on retainer. Whenever he is in my area, staying, or driving through, he just texts me to come home and he’s at my house waiting. It costs me $750 a month for the service. No overnights though, because I really can’t stand him, but the booty is magnificent.

This is a wholeeeeee other topic. This concept is something I actually learned from sugar babies and it’s really entertaining and interesting. For anyone that doesn’t know or isn’t familiar with the concept, fuck you money is having an amount of money where you can literally do an action to harm someone, usually out of spite, that they can’t afford to retaliate. Or, it’s an extreme show of grandiosity meant to invoke jealousy. This is the question I get asked most often now from sugar babies, even more than how did I get my money. “Do you have fuck you money, or what would you do with fuck you money.” It’s now one of the questions I ask too because it tells you a lot about a person.

When I was 22 I accidentally wound up on a date with a billionaire. Well, he was an heir to family wealth in the billions. He was 24 and completely out of touch with my reality. I suggested our first date be at TGI Fridays. He was appalled at the accommodations. He chose our second restaurant and I had to meet at his house. He didn’t know the house’s address, just the house’s name. I had to ask people where do I find “chateau whatever” when I got in the area. I was so annoyed and it seemed so stupid. Until I saw the place. It was palatial with security, it was real money before I could even comprehend what real money was. I had to meet him there because we took his dad’s helicopter from his estate to the nearest city, landed on a sky scraper, took a private elevator down to a town car waiting just for us. It was wild. The whole commute was about 45 minutes, quicker than my drive to Fridays would have been. The relationship didn’t last, but I got a taste for the life I wanted for myself. The point of this is now that I have real money, I still prefer to let my sugar babies choose the restaurant, and often we find ourselves right back at Fridays. Lol

He’s even worse.

3 years. He was from 23 - 26. I was from 30-33.

I wish. The truth was that he was living a life he hadn’t quite earned entirely by himself and the success messed him up and he didn’t survive it sadly. It was beautiful and tragic and I miss him every day, and learned A LOT about how money sometimes overwhelms people that may have mental health issues.

The indictment, and how they caught him through burner phones was wild to read. NOTHING is private. Remember that folks. Don’t murder anyone, they’ll find you.

My last live in one got $1,250 a week and all expenses paid for. Additionally, he had a full time work from home job. It lasted 18 weeks and was really fun while it lasted but we both outgrew the relationship. My first one wasn’t a live in. He made $68,000 a year and I bought him a gym to run. That one lasted until he died. In between those, they varied greatly. I’ll never do another live in. That was a rebound summer fling after my divorce.

^^^^ this is the most hilarious post to wake up to. You pegged alllllllll of us hahahaha

Here’s my tip. Money talks. If you can afford it, finding a regular is easy. If you don’t yet have the disposable income to taste A LOT of chocolate, I think it is much harder to find a regular. I have several incredible regulars, and we prioritize each other. It took a bit to lock them in and be a priority to them. What did the trick though? Money. This is going to sound arrogant and pompous but it isn’t meant to. I thought everyone hired like me. I budget north of $150k a year for escorts and indulge a few times a week. When a session with a new guy goes south or is subpar, I don’t pay it much attention and just get excited for my the next one. When I click with a regular I wanna go the distance with, I don’t give up. Only in the past two+ years from reading here, did I come to understand that that isn’t the norm, it’s the exception. I truly had no idea because who did I have to discuss hiring habits with? No one. I have since come to understand that the vast majority of clients hire a few times a year, budget for sessions and save up for them. They meticulously evaluate profiles and interview providers and gather additional information. Most can only hire when they travel. They carefully evaluate what a fair tip is and balance the quality of the session with the additional reward. Some expect a bit of aftercare. All of these factors affect your ability to find and secure a regular. Honestly, I have no idea how you would do that on a budget so I’m not going to be much help if that’s your situation. I will share a little bit about how I do it with no regard for what it costs. When I’m into a guy, I go hard on the courting process. I often meet guys at the Adonis nude party in NYC. If I am liking the vibe, I offer to match whatever they make at the party to go home with me afterwards. Sometimes a guy will make $700. Sometimes $2k. Psychologically, a guy knowing whatever he makes that night will be doubled by going home with me locks them in for the overnight. Now I get to try them out for an extended session. If we have a great time together, I’ll text them a week before the next nude party. If they’re coming I’ll ask them if they have a hotel. If not, I’ll offer to let them stay in mine the night before, the night of and the night after. I tell them I’ll get a two bed room and only be there the night of the party so they can use it to recover their travel costs and have a nice place to host. No one has ever declined this offer, and no one has ever not shown their gratitude by climbing in my bed after the nude party. We all know what we’re doing. The next month, the guy I am into commits himself to fly in knowing I’ll cover the room with the same offer and instead of me texting them if they’re coming, they text me and ask if I’ll be going. Really it means “are you gunna get my room” but I’m ok playing the game too. We banter a bit and I ask what flight they’re coming in on. Then I upgrade their flight. All of these guys fly the most basic economy ticket they can find. Often they’re tall and muscular and flying cheap sucks. I do this with the expectation that while the guy is in NYC, he will try a little harder to make time for me. They almost ALWAYS give me some bonus time as a thank you. They’ll invite me to dinner before the party or usually breakfast after, again knowing I’ll foot the bill and I’m ok with that. I get a quasi BF experience out of it and now we’re getting to know each other out of a king size bed. In between parties I’ll offer Venmo and cash apps for them doing silly things or sending me unsolicited pics and videos. It keeps them engaged throughout the month and the conversation flowing. We are getting to know each other and developing a relationship over text and I am keeping them engaged by sending a couple hundred dollars a week or sending shit from their Amazon wishlist. Now the planning starts. They are more willing to come to nyc knowing they’ll make money with me. I’m excited to go to the nude parties because I don’t have to worry about kissing a bunch of frogs because I already have a hot guy that I’m into ready to spend the weekend with me. From here I offer a weekend trip. Once a guy gets to travel in a bit of luxury, they’re committed. Then the invitations get much easier and it goes to “regular” status. I am not sure ANY of this is helpful, but it is how I identify, cultivate and lock in the guys I want to consistently keep appointments with me and be regulars.

That fixed it thanks!!!

I have a guy that drives 3 hours one way for a 2 hour session. He’s the only one I’ve ever met willing to do that kind of commute. I pay him for 4 hours. He’s Latin and licks his lips like LL Cool J. So sexy!

I just see white bars in your post.

Do you intentionally use black text on a black background so your posts are unreadable or is something wrong with my phone?

Ohhhhhhh! During the pandemic I participated in the Adonis sex shows via zoom as a panelist / co-host. One of the viewers sent me screenshots of the cam scenes I had done 20 years before. It was wild to me that A) this person had been in those yahoo chat room / video lobbies and B) found me attractive enough to save an image for 20 years and C) recognized me enough to put the two together despite not looking like a 20 year old anymore and D) knew exactly where those images were saved 20 years later to be able to share it with me My first reaction was damnnnnnnn I looked good when I was young. Second was God, I hope this isn’t the guy sending me anonymous hate letters threatening to expose me as a sexual deviant and sex trafficker. All in a day.

I don’t regret doing it. I made quite a bit of money web camming during college in 2001-2004. I agreed to meet up with a few viewers for escort services. Only 3. I’ll never forget them. One was a traveling French businessman. I came in his eye and he was so mad, proceeding to mutter to himself and complain in French profusely. The second was an attorney who was warm in my apartment so I turned the fan on. During the climax, my normally explosive load got picked up by the fan wind and oscillated cum alllllllll over his suit. He was mad he had to go back to trial with a lot of jizz marks on his clothes. The last one was my age. He was so awkward and uncomfortable. He fumbled through asking to blow me and proceeded with one of the worst blow jobs I ever had. When I offered a blow job back his face lit up in disbelief. I think I was his first and he came in under a minute. I quickly realized it wasn’t for me and went back to video sessions. After college I had my very hot roommate make appearances in my cam shows and then we’d sell his underwear and socks. All in, over two years I think we banked $17k which was amazing money to us at the time. I don’t think I was in it long enough to have regrets

I’m going sailing with him Saturday with two porn star friends of mine. I’m excited!

I live in Suburbia and shave two tennis coaches at the summer camp every year. One is Brazilian and one is Irish. They love it. I love it. Who knew manscaping was foreplay!

Murphy. And he doesn’t like anyone!!!

So that was the greatest 2 1/2 hour 1 hour session of my hiring career. What a cool guy and free spirit blowing wherever the wind takes him. It’s refreshing and really interesting. He just happened to be in my town so I hired him knowing very little about him. I opted for a passive participation allowing him to take the reins. He didn’t disappoint. He has a really big fat dick that stays hard. He’s into a mix of pleasure and pain which was prominent and fun to explore. We didn’t kiss but I also didn’t ask for it. I should have. My gay dog liked him too.

Death is funny and people grieve differently. Maybe it was his wish that his death not be the defining moment of his life and just the last thing he did on Earth? I say obituarize him here if you want people to know about the life he lived. When my grandma died I begged to write the obituary and then paid to have it placed in every newspaper in our county because it was important to me that as many people as possible knew of her. I forgot to mention my sister in law though and she’s still hurt by it years later.

I’m seeing him in 90 minutes and will report back.