A 100% fictional review. Provider or Hobbyist do not exist. I find it Funny
I am not the author but it reminded me of the Dearly Departed, Continually Reincarnated Individual, Car Driving Son of a Gun from this forum.
Seems like very board had some sort of review thread every week, usually about inflated scores or worse the fake reviews some unscrupulous folks submit in an effort to defraud the clueless hobbyist or boost a lady's average. Then ya have the only review that I feel is a laughing matter and which if I took the time to read my own submissions again I'd probally find myself guilty as the fellas I'm going to crack on here. Not naming anyone or do I have anyone either provider or hobbyist in mind as I write this, just have the urge to try and get a chuckle out of my unseen audience, so for the sake of fun let's take a satirical look at the typical "I'm a porn star" hobbyist review. Why'all know the kinds of reviews I'm talking about the ones that make the average American suburbanite sound like a Roman Love God worthy of having a constellation named for him. " look kids! To the left of the Big Dipper!! It's Schlongula the Roman God of the horizontal tango. " I've heard a few ladies comments on how us fellas write to make us seem John Holmes' and Peter North's man gravy was mixed in a lab before being inserted into 80's porn starlet Amber Lynn (got to give her props, first time I ever rubbed one out was one of her movies) to create a new breed of man a Robocop of the Kama Sutra. So here are 2 sides of a review of a fictional lady "Molly McBigguns".
His take:
I had been eyeing Molly's ads for a while and was excited to see she was going to be in my area so I sent her an introductory email, I could tell she was enjoying our back and forth emails that followed as we communicated for several days. I knew she was going to be into me. The evening before our date she sent me her number to text the following day, we started texting the morning of our date all day finally ending with the text with the room number. The door opens and she greets me with a look that says "this is better than I expected" a dfk that lingered long enough to let me know she was into me.
We chat for a bit and it's clear she is not going to rush this at all. We start to kiss and our clothes come off, she works her way down to my massive rock hard erection and pauses a second to appreciate the glorious sight of my swollen member. Finally she starts to work the head of my meat missle with her tongue and massaging my perfectly proportioned boys with her fingertips. She never actually deep throated me I guess she couldn't take it all it's not everyday a lady sees a trouser snake like this in person. I defied her mouth must be sore from the stretching I've gave it and lay her down and gently suckle her melons. I slowly work down to her snatch and slowly probe her musky sweetness with my tongue. While I'm doing this she cums at least 5 times as is evidenced by her cute girlish shrieks of pleasure. After giving her a minute to regain her composure after the through tongue lashing I gave her she applies the cover luckily I had brought my Magnums for the event. We start in CG and she takes a moment to work my love stick in her love pit. After getting used to my girth she slowly works her body in a circular motion that obviously pleased her as she had yet another O. She would stop every once in a while and slide off and look at my cock like she couldn't believe she was capable of taking such a magnificent tool. Decided to go to mish where I pounded her like no tommorrow our bodies working in perfect harmony, while we watched in the mirror by the bed, untill she screamed out in ecstasy letting me know I had fulfilled her to the point of no return as I emptied what seemed like a gallon into the Magnum cover. She got a washcloth and cleaned me up and we talked for a while really getting to know eachother and the mutual connection that only comes from the chemistry of two accomplished lovers who are totally fulfilled. She never watched the clock even though after as long as I stayed in the saddle and the time we spent talking we went way over. I would repeat and I only give her the 8 performance because she couldn't deep throat my massive meat whistle.
Damn this guy is a stud!! Let's hear Molly's take on the turn of events.
"John" sent me a message inquiring about my upcoming visit to his city. I nearly deleted his message the subject line read "can you take it" OMG what a douche but car payment was due so I figured what the hell? It took several emails to finally get what I needed from him for screening. Then I made the mistake of giving him my phone number too far ahead of time so he literally blew my phone up all fucking day! Every 10 minutes it was like "hey what ya doing" Jeez felt like middle school talking to this guy. He arrived 20 minutes early and I saw him making circles around the hotel, figured I'd let him in so he didn't attract more attention. Door opens and I stared dumbfounded he looked like that guy in the movie "Office Space", the annoying boss guy except he was wearing a leisure suit like Cousin Eddie in "Christmas Vacation". I just kept telling myself "damn I love my car" he leans in for a kiss and damn near swallows my head and I try and pull back I think the fucker bit my lip. He only booked an hour so I let him talk about his stamp collection and his expensive watch for a while hoping the actual physical part wouldn't last long, or maybe he would talk the whole time. Nope he ripped my dress off, had to get it repaired that dress cost more than twice what he paid me!! He lays on his back grinning at me like I'm supposed to be in awe of his crooked half flaccid penis. I start on the head (did I mention it was below average size I'm talking a 2 millimeter peter here) and I'm very gifted at oral but this odor like rancid cottage cheese was coming from his balls I just couldn't bring myself to go down there. Thankfully he finnaly wanted to go down on me, I thought " this won't be so bad, even the most ungifted partner can halfway do this right" WRONG! Mother fucker dove in like he was trying to win the pie eating contest at the state fair. I swear I think he bruised my damn labia!! Then he tried to stick a dry finger up my ass which made me scream. I just closed my eyes and went to my happy place like in "Happy Gilmore" only the midget was driving my BMW instead of riding a tricycle, don't know why but that always makes me laugh and gets me through a rough day at work. Then he whips out this wrinkled ass Magnum condom wrapper was sealed so figure hell let him keep his fantasy. He made a big production of "fitting" it over his semi erect penis. It was hanging off the end of him so much I kept stopping to make sure it hadn't came off. I rode him and had to keep moving side to side to create some sense of friction in the hopes he would finish, I'm often told how snug my vagina fits even an average cock but this was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. After about 2 minutes he wanted to go mish. He would watch in the mirror and I did as well but all that came to mind was that creepy ass scene in "American Psycho" where Christian Bale hired those two poor girls. Thank God I don't have Huey Lewis on my playlist or I would have ran naked through the lobby to escape that image!! He started making sounds like the principal in "Forrest Gump" he let out one final squeal and I knew he had finished. I did the usal professional courtesy of cleaning him up and disposing of the evidence which was surprisingly little in volume for the noise he made. Then he just hung out and showed me pictures of his toy poodle on his phone. Finnaly he left a hour after he should have so I could spend an hour in the shower and light some candles to get rid of the smell of cheap cold cuts his sweat left in the room.
OK since this is a process question
[QUOTE=Jazak;2219502]A2, did it ever cross your mind that maybe there could be more then one self promoter? Not saying FlaKisser is or isn't a self promoter but I assure you JAG is not the only one around to do that kind of thing.
Just a thought.
Oh, one other thing which most probably already know but me and JAG did not exactly get along to good due to the LUXSA incident. So I would have no reason to support JAG at all.[/QUOTE]There is no question that there are a group of self promoters in this city, no question at all. It's not writing style, fuck, that ridiculous PussyMan1 alt proves that, it's about the tone of the content. Maybe it's more apparent to me because I read so many more posts than you guys do.
Jazak it happens to me but
Hey this is a members only forum. You have no constitutional rights here. You can whine, ***** and moan all you want. But it does not matter. I can not see the point in what you are fighting over. What point are you trying to prove. Go have a GETTING PUSSY SOME PUSSY DREAM. If you want to fight to Fight ISIL OR ISIS, whatever these terrorist call themselves. Just seems weird Jazak fighting for Jag and some other guy you don't even know. Nor has contributed anything worthwhile to this board. Go get some PUSSY.
[QUOTE=Jazak;2219619]ET, You Have a valid point and I see what your trying to explain, But still no one person likes to be called a liar or made out to be someone they are not. It's all good until it happens to you, I know I have been there on this forum before and it's not much fun. All you can do is move on & talk about pussy or something else: o).
FlaKisser, the advice I would give to you is try to forget it and move on. If someone post something about the topic just ignore it, move on and talk about something else. It will pass in time.
Bottoms Up! & Having Fun!
Jazak.[/QUOTE]
