Jeez.

[emmasweet]

I walked into a kitchen in a hotel thinking the door was to the lift.

U was starving?

xxxxx

[topgun]

I walked into a kitchen in a hotel thinking the door was to the lift.

Hmm - Hotels don't get me started. Firstly the evasive action past reception, then lifts with bloody swipe cards, no signal on phone etc etc...and why are the cleaners always parked outside the very room you need to get to? anyway back on topic, got to said central Dublin hotel - was texted room no, mis-read it, knocked on door, 80 year old lady answered, thought how could they be verified pictures? No - really!! anyway pretended I was from hotel and was just checking she towels as we'd got a call. All OK and left found correct room on floor below. Funny - not!

[Karla baby]

i also have a story...

it happened one night... it was late... and got an outcall to a hotel...
got there... met downstairs... everything was ok... a very nice gentlemen....
.... had a nice chat... and after, we went into the hotel room........
and, big surprise!!!! drunk friend... sleeping on the floor.... ) lol

so... was actually a threesome, with the 3rd one not involved.... ) lol
was funny.... to laugh about "friend" while having sex.... omfg

was the funniest appointment i had .... thanks * * * T.o.S. * * *

[n73]

I was with quite a prominent female poster (not naming anybody !) one evening and she spent more time asking me questions about a lady that I had recently reviewed than anything else, that was a bit uncomfortable !

On my way to another appointment I turned into the lift lobby to find one of my closest mates standing there after showing a couple an apartment for rent. When he asked me what I was doing there I just blurted out that I was there to look at a job in another apt. whereby he explained that there was a problem in the place he'd just shown and asked me if I could sort it for them. So I had to go up to the girl I was supposed to meet, explain my predicament, return to my van, retrieve my tools, go back to my mate and fix the fuse board in the rental flat. After I eventually got rid of my mate I did manage to go up and meet the girl I was originally supposed to and the appointment was paid for by the job I did in my mates flat !

[royaler]

I had to go back to collect my glasses one time .... and she still looked stunning !!!

[Stella]

I was with quite a prominent female poster (not naming anybody !) one evening and she spent more time asking me questions about a lady that I had recently reviewed than anything else, that was a bit uncomfortable !

On my way to another appointment I turned into the lift lobby to find one of my closest mates standing there after showing a couple an apartment for rent. When he asked me what I was doing there I just blurted out that I was there to look at a job in another apt. whereby he explained that there was a problem in the place he'd just shown and asked me if I could sort it for them. So I had to go up to the girl I was supposed to meet, explain my predicament, return to my van, retrieve my tools, go back to my mate and fix the fuse board in the rental flat. After I eventually got rid of my mate I did manage to go up and meet the girl I was originally supposed to and the appointment was paid for by the job I did in my mates flat !

well seem this happening with you quiet often, i remember once saw my friend you were carry all of your tools because of the same reason or avoid the same situation??!!

[n73]

well seem this happening with you quiet often, i remember once saw my friend you were carry all of your tools because of the same reason or avoid the same situation??!!

That was the same guy !!!!!!!! I've met him 3 times on my way to meet girls !!!!!!

[Stella]

Better to carry everything with u all the time
But for now u have a clue where your mate might show up!!!!

[Vindictus]

It's been almost 18 months since I first rattled this out, and I can still cut'n paste it with reckless abandon....

I have the utmost respect for the ladies who greet us with smiles, provide the attention we desire, and - hopefully - enjoy what we have to offer them in return.
They are performers, artistes, lovers (however temporary) and many other things besides... and for that they deserve major kudos (which they get on this site).
But there have been some instances in my time as a punter that have left me scratching my head and pondering my sanity... wondering whether I have drifted into an alternate universe where the immutable laws of reality no longer hold sway.
For example….
Last year, I booked a lady for an outcall to my house... for 8pm. According to the lady's ad, and her description on the telephone, she was a voluptuous size 12. I was very keen to explore her Amazonian charms.
My doorbell rang at 6pm. I opened the door and was a little shocked.
Standing there was a very large lady – 17 or 18 stone, size 24 minimum – finishing a packet of cheese and onion crisps. Her first words were “I know you said 8 o’clock, but I want to get home to see Big Brother,” and with that, she trailed me into the house by the balls and tried to make me cum faster than anyone has ever cum before.
To be honest, I was too scared to stop her. I even made her a sandwich afterwards.
As I waved cheerio to her, I saw the empty crisp packet on the ground in my porch. I keep it as a memento… a reminder to check reviews… and not open the door to strangers.

There was also an occasion where I visited a lady who claimed to specialise in watersports – something I was curious to try at the time. I’d made the necessary arrangements on the phone when booking, but when it came to the deed being done she said [and this is verbatim]: “It’s disgusting… I only advertise it because some people like the idea of it. Same as hardsports: I could make a fortune doing hardsports, but I have irritable bowel syndrome, so it never comes out the same way twice.... sometimes like Maltesers, sometimes like porridge.... And, Jeeesus, does it smell.”
I kinda nodded – as y’do in such moments of shock – and then she proceeded to tell me of her other ailments: athlete’s foot, psoriasis, eczema… all of which she showed me.
It was bizarre. A half hour appointment, which lasted 45 minutes, and I didn’t even unbutton my trousers.

But, ultimately, regardless of how surreal these encounters were, the girls involved still had the balls to hook up with a total stranger, and – whether satisfactory or not – offer something that not everybody could do on demand.
Which makes y’appreciate those individuals who do it so well.
Ladies, I salute you.

[very shy guy]

I had to go back to collect my glasses one time .... and she still looked stunning !!!

Did you do as I did Royaler and have a repeat visit there and then ?,lol.