Category — relationships

As I continue my own undercover(s) investigations, I would like to remind my friendly gentleman out there that there is a lot of fun to be had in the hunt.

I have to say this is the most interesting development in our secret little society in years. I had no idea, but now I do. I knew about “private stock” and I knew about “friends with benefits” that you guys have been enjoying since several states cracked down on massage businesses. You all told me about that. But you never clued me in to this Seeking Arrangements thing. I had to read about it in the New York Times!

Sugar Babies for as little as $150 ?

According to the story in the Times,

if eHarmony or Match.com is a chatty social mixer, Seeking Arrangement is a down-and-dirty marketplace where older moneyed men and cute young women engage in brutally frank transactions. They’re not searching for longtime soul mates; they want no-strings-attached “arrangements” that trade in society’s most valued currencies: wealth, youth and beauty.

SeekingArrangement.com “now claims more than 300,000 registered members…Sugar babies outnumber daddies 10 to 1,… providing what one sugar daddy called ‘the best fishing hole I ever fished in.‘”

According to reports, guys are meeting ladies who need as little as $150 at a time. I can’t believe it! That’s a marketplace for private stock! Click the picture to go to the site.

Private Stock Sugar Babies for as little as $150 ?

Has anyone gone in and posted that they seek someone to provide weekly massage sessions via such a private arrangement? We girls are talking about this site now, and I can assure you many of them will be signing on for free and listing themselves for just that sort of “arrangement”. Click to go to SeekingArrangement.com

YOU are a customer of my massage parlor, and every other massage parlor within 50 miles of here. You go to all the places, looking for thrills. You like asian girls, and especially dirty ones. You yourself are not so clean, but you think you are cleaner than the average and that the girls are filthy, so no harm done. You, my friend, are an ass.

And that doesn’t bother you either, because you feel that it doesn’t matter if you’re fat, ugly, dirty or an asshole.. you’re still better than some whore and so no matter, you’re winning and that’s funny to you. You’ve got the cash, and you can choose the girl, so you rule and she’s a stinkin’ whore.

But one day you will wake up and realize what a pathetic piece of shit you are, and nothing will make you feel better. You will go to the downest, dirtiest crack whore and she’ll still say no to your sorry ass. And you’ll rebuff that dumb bitchc and try another, and they’ll all show you by their faces that you, sir are a filthy pathetic piece of shit unworthy of even a down and diseased crack whore.

But you’ll just move along, to find one even further down and dirty and filthy and then you’ll fuck that and feel good again. You’ve got to get over someone; that’s what keeps you afloat.

And then one day, while you are kneeling in cat shit on the broken wood floor of an asian crack whore’s apartment in the worst part of town, trying to slip your too-soft manhood into her too-hard pussy with your too-fat belly in the way and her too foul ass too close to your nose, you’ll look sideways to belch and see the rat on the ledge. And when you look back you’ll see her rotting teeth grinning at you, as she tells you “hurry up honey, me horny”. And you’ll smell her putrid rank like someone opened the sewer, and she’ll squeeze your dick and you’ll feel scabs and pull back with a new awareness that this time, you may have gone too far. As your knee slides on the cat shit you stumble to gain balance, bang your chin against her backside and press your hand to the floor where it knocks an empty bottle and your elbow gives way as your fat self falls to the side, and there you are. Oversized underwear around your ankles, bare ass on the filthy floor, limp dick skimming the dust and slight itchies tingling your hairy asshole, as she stands up and pulls up her own filthy stained panties. “Fuckyou honey” she says, with derision.

You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit, only you don’t know it yet. Everyone else does, honey. But we tolerate you because yes, we want your cash, but more so because this shitty world is bad enough without us turning down your sorry ass just because you’re scum. Someone wanted to pay me to fuck me when I was at my worst, and that helped me dig out and save myself. I’ll never forget those guys, because their money saved me, and they could have had better for the same price but they picked me. And now I pick you to help save your sorry ass from another shitty day of meaninglessness.

Ever wonder why she took your low-ball offer last time you cheated a whore out of fair wages? Think it was because you are all-powerful and she, the filthy low-life crack whore needs the cash? No, honey. It’s because any asshole that needs to low-ball a filthy whore and then still fucks her when she accepts such a small amount for sex, is more worthless and needy than she is. He needs the fuck more than she needs the cash, and her knowing she’s better than you helped save her day. She takes the potential karma, honey, and tolerates your foul breath and weak dick through all 4 minutes of your pathetic attempt to get off. no harm done, eh?

So go fuck yourself, honey. See you on the other side. We can laugh at each other till eternity.

The press and the media portray the  girls selling their bodies as the whores, but often it is the customer or “john” that is the real whore. They sometimes give up so much just for that half hour of sexual excitement, one needs to investigate why it has so much value to them — and the flip side of that, which is what value they get for themselves. If what they get is worth more than a few hundred dollars of currency, aren’t they the whores?

This email came in from a reader. He is a long time customer of sensual massage, but now he finds himself whoring himself out to women in exchange for stuff.  Sometimes he  pawns the stuff he gets for cash, and sometimes he just destroys it or uses it until he the thrill is gone. The core similarity is he is addicted to selling his attention and his body to women, who buy it with gifts and cash. Those women probably don’t think they are soliciting prostitution. He didn’t think he was whoring, until recently when he read some of my erotic massage bog and recognized himself.

His story is being edited and will be published next, right here. Let me know your thoughts in a comment.

Did you know the IRS considers Valentine’s Day to be an especially revealing day for insider tax fraud tips? That’s right. Tax auditors check for Ventine’s Day dinner and travel receipts, to reveal hidden relationships that are passed off as tax deductable business expenses. The dentist who does tax deductable “business” with a marketing consultant, whom he also just so happens to meet on Venatine’s Day at some resort somewhere? Busted.

Did you know private detectives consider Valentine’s Day to be worth waiting for? Often times the costs associated with tracking down lovers having illicit affairs can be very high, so the private dick recommends the client simply wait for Valentine’s Day. Sure as the Pope is Catholic, the cheaters will find a way to spend that evening together. It works… they catch plenty of cheaters on Valentine’s Day.

It’s always the women who insist on being treated on Valentine’s day. They want to feel “special”, and hate the idea of him being with some other woman (even his wife) on Valentine’s Day. So is it worth getting caught?

I say New Year’s Eve is amateur night for boozers. We real boozers know to stay home that night, to avoid getting killed by the amateurs. And Valentine’s Day is for suckers. We pro’s know it is best to give Valentine’s Day (night) to the other woman, in order to preserve just about every other worthwhile dating opportunity in the year. Let her have him on Valentine’s… don’t be stupid. Make him pay later, if you must, but keep the peace and find some reason your are busy on Valentine’s Day and he can’t take you out. Make sure it’s not secret, so he doesn’t think your cheating on his cheating, mind you, but skedaddle outta there. It’s just too much trouble.

Some ideas for making it all work out in your favor, without wrecking everything:

• screw him silly for two days prior to Valentine’s Day, to the point of soreness. He’s less likely to try and get laid on your day off that way.
• on Valentine’s Day, call him up and say you have this weird red rash and went to get tested, and everything’s okay, but the doc says don’t be intimiate with anyone for two days until the test results come back. That’ll help him avoid the temptation to cheat on you, heh heh.
• give him a big hickey (suck spot) on his penis the day before Valentines, and then show it to him. He’ll be aghast at how much it looks like a Herpes sore, as you laugh at how easy it was to suck gently and create such a rich red spot. They last about a day and a half, so that should keep him shy during Valentine’s Night.

Have any better ideas? Post a comment, below.

Well, many of you know I operate the erotic massage blog over at http://eroticmassage.blogs.com. I have relationships with massage patrons over there going back many years, and they have told me many stories about there escapades. For the past few years, in response to requests and because I myself play on personal dating sites, I have included links to various personals sites and watched the click activity to see what my readers like to visit. Some of these links generate a few dollars in commissions, so I also take advantage of that and put various people’s accounts in there as a way of showing them appreciation. Some guys who have helped me with my blogs get the commisions, and sometimes I just put up links I got from other blogs that I like. I figure if they published those commission links, they must get the cash, so why not help them out for having made such good content?

Anyway two months ago I noticed that of all the dating sites, one was getting a lot more traffic from my readers than others. There are Korean sites, Filipino dating sites, and Chinese personal sites, as well as Jewish, Latina, Seniors, and Asian. But the on seeing far more traffic is the Lesbian Dating site. Why??

I wondered that myself. I know I have woman readers, but that many? Finally yesterday one of my loyal readers clued me in. The guys are signing on to the Lesbian Personals sites to meet the girls who will hook them up for threesomes!

I am shocked at the cleverness and ingenuity! You guys never cease to amaze me. It turns out, the absolute best way to find a girl for a three-way encounter is to find a bisexual girl who wants to do the three way with you, and get her to pick the third person! Not only is she better qualified to pick up another bisexual girl than you guys are, but she looks at you now as not just some guy to screw but an opportunity for a three way with a hot girl! What a beautiful game you guys have worked out here. I have to give you a lot of credit.

The way I heard the story, guys sign on to the Lesbian personals site and search for women looking for men and women. They express their desire for a three way with two lesbians, and find a woman intrested in the same. They then flatter her with the “gift”of allowing her to pick the third person, which in effect is really putting her to work for the hookup! One guy even told me he looks for the lesser ladies because they are more flattered, and work harder to find a hottie, and the hottie views the encounter as a way to get laid without allof the male domination pressures.

I definitely have to learn more about this, so if you are one of the successful lesbian threesome hunters please write me a comment and let me know!

This story was told to me by a customer and friend. He came in for the usual – a sensual massage session scheduled to last 42 minutes, leaving him the necessary 8 minutes for manual release, and the 10 minute transition time. He loved my “regularity”, but I always knew he played with “private stock” girls on the side. On this day, he was a bit shaken up because he ran into an old PS girl of his in the grocery. While that is not normally a rough situation, this time it was because she was “reformed”. It went something like this:

“Well, I used to be a filhty whore so maybe you fucked me. Are you still a filthy John?“

He saw her across the aisle, and knew that he knew her from somewhere. As a fan of asian ladies, he was always finding ways to know them in the daily life, so it was not odd to recognize a lady and not be able to place her. He loved asian women, always sought to know them if he could, and was always open to any opportunity to have sex with them. Of course he frequented asian massage parlors, but, as he had told me many times, while he liked to screw the asian women, he didn’t enjoy them for manual efforts such as hand release or oral sex.

So when he saw her and she saw him he recognized her but not entirely. But then, as he tells it, she looked him squarely in the eye the way only a working girl does. She looked at him as if to challenge his courage. The brief working girl eye-2-eye stare says “yes, you know I am a whore, and I say so what, and I say do you have the balls to be who you really are, too, or are you just a poser?“. ( I swear, that’s what he told me… men!)

So anyway he took the hint and said hello. She gave him a hello back, but nothing more. Then he said “I feel like I know you, but I’m not sure from where?“. Expecting her to say “don’t worry, honey, I’ll never tell” or “Thanks for remembering me, honey. Next time come back to see me again before you forget me” or any of the other dozen responses he had heard from former pass-by-girls when meeting them on the streets of Flushing. But he wasn’t ready for what she said (very loudly): “Well, I used to be a filhty whore so maybe you  fucked me. Are you still a filthy John?”

Ouch. Remember what they say about prostitutes: you don’t pay them for sex, you pay them to leave afterwards. In this case, she had been reformed and was now righteous. Is there nothing scareier than a reformed, righteous ex-whore that you remember?

I’m going to piss off a few wives with this post, but reality is reality. I just got back from a “trade show” where I decided to work as a “working girl”. Interesting experience.

First, let me say I won’t be revealing names on my blog. Second, I will admit the guys looking for my eyes at  the show were *exactly* like the guys putting dollar bills in my garter at the strip club. No difference. Same dudes. Same cheap bastards.

Massage parlor patrons are much more private and appreciative than Trade Show Mongers. I will stick to the “you come to me, honey” massage parlor business for a while. I did make some decent coin as they say, but it was uglier work than I enjoy.

Oh, and for you wives out there? I am so sorry for your situations. You really should evaluate losingthese guys and checking out the world on your own.

This one is from Alan, a sweet guy with a big heart and a very bad sense of judgement.

I am mid life and the best thing in my life is the time I spend with my whore. For whatever reason, I hate everything in my life but I love the brief time I spend with the pay lady. It makes me whole, like nothing else does.

I have a job and family and a full life and the very best thing in my month so far is the 30 seconds when I climaxed inside my whore friend, while she protested and tried to push me back and out of her because we were bareback and she was fertile. Those thirty seconds… after she had climaxed and I was huge and ready and the grip was just perfect and the sweat was the perfect temperature and the feelings were taking over and she was pressed up against the pillows, on her stomach, ass lifted to accommodate me with my hands around her waiste… and as I ejaculated inside her she could feel the pressure of the stream and she nervously started to say “no no honey! out! out!” but it was too late. I filled her up. Later she said she felt it “go inside…really inside.. you too strong… you make baby honey” but she doesn’t want a baby right now. But I would love that. I would love to watch her build a baby from my deposit. It would make me whole.

Just so you don’t think me a cad, she and I did the deed another time that hour, again bareback, and again she protested yet still took me deep inside when she knew I was close and helped me to a full orgasm. She wants it, too, if it happens. She doesn’t want to be responsible. She doesn’t want to have to admit to being stupid or irresponsible. But if she were to get pregnant by me, I know she would be happy. She is a risk taker, after all, and sometimes the rewards of risk taking are delicious even if painful.

And that is what I know that my “regular” friends and family do not know. That reward comes from risk, not caution. That richness in life is not monetary, but experiential. You cannot buy or wait for a rich life to come to you. You have to live it. And to live it is to take risk, for what you get when you live is not certain. You make decisions and see what happens. You learn to navigate, and then you set sail. You cannot control the weather; you can only control the decision of whether or not to set sail. And if you don’t set sail, you have nothing. If you do, the outcome depends on many factors, including luck, but also how well you can navigate.

I am mid-lfe and the best part of my month was listening to the voice of the whore as I came inside her and she expressed her hesitations about taking the risk of getting pregnant by me at this time. It was beautiful. A super memory.

No, she didn’t get pregnant. Not this time. But when she jokingly told me “you not so strong honey… no baby this time” on the phone today. I came back without pause… “I have more for you — we can try better next time” and she didn’t complain. I know her and she knows me, and we will indeed take the risk again next month and probably shoot three times instead of two. It’s just the way we are living our lives right now.

I hate that whore because she teases me. She lets me push beyond my life boundaries, and she puts the challenge of my risk taking right back into my face and says “go ahead, honey. Shoot your load right into me, where it makes trouble. Come on.. do it. Shoot it in and make a baby, because it will rock your world and mine. It will throw everything into a tailspin.” She knows that by fucking around with her I am playing with fire in my life, and she is goading me to throw gasoline onto that fire. She looks me in the eye and draws me into her and screams as she comes, and then challenges me to do the same with a clear understanding of the consequence : a life changing event for both of us. She’s daring me to be what I am pretending to be. Don’t just play with fire, honey, BURN something! She’s evil. I hate her, and I love her.

And I love the son I already have with her from the last time luck shined on us following one of our memorable sessions.

I know several prostitute blogs and most of them are dormant. The truth is, online activities are easily logged and traced so people who do things like prostitution run a risk publishing their thoughts on line.

I had a conversation yesterday with a man who has several serious friends who are or were  professional women (willing career prostitutes). To talk to him, they are like family to him in a wife sense (family you fuck, not family like sister or child).  He cares about them and helps them out, and stays very very close yet lives a  separate life. They rely on him for what they can, as does he, like really good friends. It was interesting to listen to his stories, and I am betting it would be interesting to know his ladies as well.

At one point he said that one of his ladies has a daughter in her twenties, who each day reminds him more and more of her mother.  He is involved with the mother as I described, and now via that family connection he is helping the daughter in some business development. By my read, he will be “active” with the daughter soon enough, if you know what I mean.

When I hear these stories I am reminded of just how strange people are, in the way they live their lives. This guy is living very richly on an emotional level, knowing so many women intimately, and continuing to expand his relationships like that.  They are benefitting from knowing him, too. It sounded like he was a better “husband” than most I know and hear about. Go figure. It seems “icky” to think of him intimate with the daughter as well, yet the mom is or was a career prostitute — already over the burden of defining loyalty in light of sexuality and morality. I am positive there will be jealousy between mother and daughter, but if mother approved of this guy as a continuing presence in her family life, how could she dis-approve of her daughter making use of him the same way? There will be sparks, but will there be harm done?

Just so you know, I am one of his ladies. I know him for 15 years now, and he’s one of the most solid human beings I have ever known. I knew he had a happy wife and 2 kids who are now almost grown, and he was seeing me on the side for several years. Since then we have been very close friends, and he still comes to see me once or twice a year or if I call him. No, I don’t pay him, although I have considered that! Could I be feeling a sense of lost family with his other lady friends and their families? As thanksgiving time approaches, might it be that we all are feeling a sense of family, and that is why he was telling me his stories, and maybe why I want to meet his lady friends and their families?

I may just seek out an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner.  How straneg would that be? Not at all. I am sure we wouldall get along just great. He would make that possible.