Hitting the nail on the head
[QUOTE=DRmjm;3480716]You sir are correct. I think many reviews here are made by people that have never set foot in an AMP, shills, or exaggerated fantasies of what the monger wished happened during the session. Sure, some long time repeaters probably get some special treatment. That goes with everything, I've gone to the same fish market for years, I walk in and they take care of me no matter how long the line, but it took going there once a week for over a year to get the special treatment.
I take most posts claiming to get BBBJ or FS from a well know HE only provider or BBCIP from a known CFS provider with a grain of salt. Most reviews I rely on are vanilla, good girl, does her job well, monger leaves happy. It's the ones claiming to bring the provider to new heights of ecstasy and two bodies intertwined in the throws of passion that are nothing more than erotic creative writing.[/QUOTE]Couldn't have said it any better.
Honestly, Dallas is doing a disservice to herself.
Judging by the pics, she is hot enough to make 300-400 an hour going independent. Surprised no one has convinced her to do that. She could take on even LESS customers and be more selective, while still making the same amount of money. Less wear and tear on her body, and she'll have a better time because she can weed out the ugly / fat undesirables.
I've always wondered why the hottest girls (Hilton, Dallas, Lexi, Nani (before she became owner) work at bottom barrel AMPs where they are earning barely above hooker rates).
Maybe providers change because of mongers these days?
The provider I was talking about in this post (who has since left Golden Spa and gone back to L. A.), brought up an interesting point. She said that the older providers or the mamasans who were helping her out often commented on how things have changed over the years. They had told her that these days you have to watch out for "sex maniacs", and that there is a higher level of vulgarity and perversion than there had been before. Remember that she had been brand new to the business, so everything was probably shocking to her. I doubt there is much difference between today and five years ago, but I suspect that if you are talking about 15 or 20 years ago, there is a significant difference. Sure, there has always been twisted stuff out there, but with the endless and widespread availability of internet porn, people have become numb to what was once normal, and what was once extreme has now become normal. More people need to go to greater extremes to satisfy their appetites. I understand TEHO, but I don't get anything out of making a girl repeatedly gag or watching her try to swallow her own fist. There is now an entire generation that has grown up watching that on the internet before they even learned how to kiss a girl. I'm no old school puritan. IMHO perversion is the offspring of repression, and if we had a normal, healthy view of sex instead of shrouding it in guilt and shame, we would all be much happier. We shouldn't be surprised when providers change over time after having to deal with what some of us expect from them nowadays.
[QUOTE=LightBringer;3466747]That's high praise coming from you, Cosmic, considering that your commentary in this forum is highly regarded. Didn't I read here somewhere that a provider wanted to meet you based on the way you write alone? Unfortunately, I am far far too lazy to ever write a book. But I'll share with you a short tale of one poignant encounter I had on the scene a few weeks ago.
I wanted to try something different, so booked an appointment with a girl who had decent reviews, but was very new to the scene. When I met her, I could tell she was nervous and unsure of herself. I carried with me a heavy air of melancholy into the session, which I believe she interpreted as a gentle and patient demeanor. Her sense of relief was palpable as she grew more comfortable with me. When we got into the act, there was a connection, both physical and emotional. She spent the next several minutes post-climax in a state of bewilderment and ecstasy, gasping and laughing. I could not help but smile and laugh myself in response. Then as she came back down to earth, she opened up to me, and it was a flood. She told me her backstory, about how she came here to earn some quick cash to get herself and her young son out of a bad situation back in LA. She talked about the shame and guilt that she felt over what she was doing, how she just wanted to go back home and work a normal job. She had already set a date to go home, and she said that she would never think about Hawaii again. It was devastating to listen to, and it fell like a hammer on me. The fragile dignity of a struggling single mother. Had I really just violated something so sacrosanct? But then she looked at me, smiled, and said that at least I had given her one good memory to take home with her. She had no idea that at that moment she held the power of judgement over me, but with that single sentence, she returned the verdict: ABSOLVO. (But in the end, I am still among the unforgiven). We spent a lot of time talking. There was, underneath our words, the common language of despair, but also the comfort of heartfelt sympathy from someone who was but one hour ago a stranger. I emptied out the rest of my wallet for both her and her son and we said our goodbyes. I walked out into the blinding daylight, and she disappeared back into the darkness of her room.
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