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Had the oddest experience the other night. I met a lady from ** who has a highish profile, a hell of a lot of very positive feedback and something of an attitude, not to mention other issues regarding her socialisation. She was also somewhat freaked out by a meeting some days earlier and the subsequent review. Her rebuttal to that review is something to behold and forms a very long blog entry too.

You might question why I decided to meet her in the first place, me being a somewhat reticent and retiring chap, but I saw the pictures and was hooked, read the blog and fell about laughing and said to myself that I have to meet this woman, even if only to see if she is real. She is.

So, we met and went for a "hi, hello, how are you", pre-punt, get to know each other a bit and see if we will gel, meal, with the meter off - her way of doing things. She was very attractive, in my eyes, and absolutely as shown in her pictures, down to the last detail. We had a drink, something to eat, chatted generally and headed of to hers, with me having passed the test apparently.

Her place - think student pad but with the builders in too. Minimalist is a generous description. There was no bed, although there was a mattress nicely made up in front of the coal effect fire, so quite practical and not unpleasant. The next room had the builders in and the bathroom was doubling up as the kitchen. And she really does live there too.

Now, all along I had been putting on my brave act - you know, the I can deal with anything life throws at me; I'm not in the slightest bit nervous; I've been around; sex with an icon - got the t-shirt and the video to prove it and so on - but underneath it all I am stepping back and looking at myself from a distance and asking WTF are you doing. In short, it felt very weird, almost surreal, and I was a bit distracted and nervy. And did I say she smoked.

We lay on the "bed" and chatted; she undressed slowly and undressed me and we eventually got down to what we were there for and I have to say, she was damn good. She had a great body and she used it to great effect too, especially (AnthG take note) for a woman in her late forties. A long and lingering session of OWO, followed by some much appreciated RO (I ignored the slightly unwashed aspects of it and just got on with it!) led to a fag break for her and some more chat. Then some more OWO led to some fabulous fucking in a very slow, sensuous way, suggestive of being really good friends and very comfortable with each other. It really was like being twenty again, naked in front of the fire with a beautiful girlfriend, and enjoying each other's body. After a while, when it was clear that I wasn't going to come like that, we relaxed some more and she went back to a very slow, teasing, OWO - the kind you would happily die for to be honest - until I had a glorious orgasm with me experiencing all the ecstacies and agonies of same while she kept me in her mouth. I lay back and relaxed appreciatively and then said "did you come?".

Huh. Did I? The inner man said yes, most definitely thank you. The outer man, the physical one, appeared to support that view too, with me having gone quite soft. But not a drop of semen apparently; not one. Ok, I don't produce the stuff by the bucketload these days and I had actually had sex three days before but none. Nada. Fuck all. That's weird.

Pondering it now, I can only think it was stress related as I was nervous. It had been difficult to arrange in the first place and it was one of my few nights alone so it needed to be successful in my head. Travelling to her in north London was OK but I did want to get the last train home and avoid the £80+ cab fare if possible too, so there was a lot of inner tension about. And meeting an escort is always a teeny bit stressful but she seemed to make me more stressed (in my head, nothing to do with her) than ever before. So, anyone else experienced something similar. Sort of mind over matter if you like.

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Had the oddest experience the other night. I met a lady from ** who has a highish profile, a hell of a lot of very positive feedback and something of an attitude, not to mention other issues regarding her socialisation. She was also somewhat freaked out by a meeting some days earlier and the subsequent review. Her rebuttal to that review is something to behold and forms a very long blog entry too.

You might question why I decided to meet her in the first place, me being a somewhat reticent and retiring chap, but I saw the pictures and was hooked, read the blog and fell about laughing and said to myself that I have to meet this woman, even if only to see if she is real. She is.

So, we met and went for a "hi, hello, how are you", pre-punt, get to know each other a bit and see if we will gel, meal, with the meter off - her way of doing things. She was very attractive, in my eyes, and absolutely as shown in her pictures, down to the last detail. We had a drink, something to eat, chatted generally and headed of to hers, with me having passed the test apparently.

Her place - think student pad but with the builders in too. Minimalist is a generous description. There was no bed, although there was a mattress nicely made up in front of the coal effect fire, so quite practical and not unpleasant. The next room had the builders in and the bathroom was doubling up as the kitchen. And she really does live there too.

Now, all along I had been putting on my brave act - you know, the I can deal with anything life throws at me; I'm not in the slightest bit nervous; I've been around; sex with an icon - got the t-shirt and the video to prove it and so on - but underneath it all I am stepping back and looking at myself from a distance and asking WTF are you doing. In short, it felt very weird, almost surreal, and I was a bit distracted and nervy. And did I say she smoked.

We lay on the "bed" and chatted; she undressed slowly and undressed me and we eventually got down to what we were there for and I have to say, she was damn good. She had a great body and she used it to great effect too, especially (AnthG take note) for a woman in her late forties. A long and lingering session of OWO, followed by some much appreciated RO (I ignored the slightly unwashed aspects of it and just got on with it!) led to a fag break for her and some more chat. Then some more OWO led to some fabulous fucking in a very slow, sensuous way, suggestive of being really good friends and very comfortable with each other. It really was like being twenty again, naked in front of the fire with a beautiful girlfriend, and enjoying each other's body. After a while, when it was clear that I wasn't going to come like that, we relaxed some more and she went back to a very slow, teasing, OWO - the kind you would happily die for to be honest - until I had a glorious orgasm with me experiencing all the ecstacies and agonies of same while she kept me in her mouth. I lay back and relaxed appreciatively and then said "did you come?".

Huh. Did I? The inner man said yes, most definitely thank you. The outer man, the physical one, appeared to support that view too, with me having gone quite soft. But not a drop of semen apparently; not one. Ok, I don't produce the stuff by the bucketload these days and I had actually had sex three days before but none. Nada. Fuck all. That's weird.

Pondering it now, I can only think it was stress related as I was nervous. It had been difficult to arrange in the first place and it was one of my few nights alone so it needed to be successful in my head. Travelling to her in north London was OK but I did want to get the last train home and avoid the £80+ cab fare if possible too, so there was a lot of inner tension about. And meeting an escort is always a teeny bit stressful but she seemed to make me more stressed (in my head, nothing to do with her) than ever before. So, anyone else experienced something similar. Sort of mind over matter if you like.

Sounds like a dry pop to me, i daresay others will know better than me as i have never had this, i always get at least a dribble. Anyway the punt sounds like it was good overall and its always great to hear about punters having good punts. :)

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If you can possibly think back to orgasm point, were you by any chance, during this "very slow, teasing, OWO" really clenching your (no politer word - sorry) arse hole, tensing with the height of the slow build up ? This can cause a dry ejaculation simply because you're clenching so much down round your arse and pelvic floor that the ejaculate can't get past to get out.

It's what some tantric dedicated men actually teach themselves to do so they can have multiple orgasms and only actually ejaculate at the end. It happens during some of my massages by accident for the reasons I've just said. Slow slow build ups create so much energy the body sometimes just clenches down before the explosion, ejaculation or not.

Or sometimes the peak of arousal has been so high for so long... you can actually wonder if you have orgasmed, when in fact you've just peaked. Women know this sensation pretty well, how many times does a bloke see a woman twitching and juddering all over the place, and thinks surely she's come, and she hasn't. Often if up too high for too long she won't be able to. Men get to know full body arousal when they start enjoying the slow build ups.... which it reads to me is what you enjoyed Dick :)

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If you can possibly think back to orgasm point, were you by any chance, during this "very slow, teasing, OWO" really clenching your (no politer word - sorry) arse hole, tensing with the height of the slow build up ? This can cause a dry ejaculation simply because you're clenching so much down round your arse and pelvic floor that the ejaculate can't get past to get out.

It's what some tantric dedicated men actually teach themselves to do so they can have multiple orgasms and only actually ejaculate at the end. It happens during some of my massages by accident for the reasons I've just said. Slow slow build ups create so much energy the body sometimes just clenches down before the explosion, ejaculation or not.

Or sometimes the peak of arousal has been so high for so long... you can actually wonder if you have orgasmed, when in fact you've just peaked. Women know this sensation pretty well, how many times does a bloke see a woman twitching and juddering all over the place, and thinks surely she's come, and she hasn't. Often if up too high for too long she won't be able to. Men get to know full body arousal when they start enjoying the slow build ups.... which it reads to me is what you enjoyed Dick :)

1. Quite possibly - I wasn't paying attention it must be said

2. That's what she said but I ain't Sting and she wasn't Trudie :cool:

3. Agreed but still very odd.

I will have to see her again clearly.

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Had the oddest experience the other night. I met a lady from ** who has a highish profile, a hell of a lot of very positive feedback and something of an attitude, not to mention other issues regarding her socialisation. She was also somewhat freaked out by a meeting some days earlier and the subsequent review. Her rebuttal to that review is something to behold and forms a very long blog entry too.

You might question why I decided to meet her in the first place, me being a somewhat reticent and retiring chap, but I saw the pictures and was hooked, read the blog and fell about laughing and said to myself that I have to meet this woman, even if only to see if she is real. She is.

So, we met and went for a "hi, hello, how are you", pre-punt, get to know each other a bit and see if we will gel, meal, with the meter off - her way of doing things. She was very attractive, in my eyes, and absolutely as shown in her pictures, down to the last detail. We had a drink, something to eat, chatted generally and headed of to hers, with me having passed the test apparently.

Her place - think student pad but with the builders in too. Minimalist is a generous description. There was no bed, although there was a mattress nicely made up in front of the coal effect fire, so quite practical and not unpleasant. The next room had the builders in and the bathroom was doubling up as the kitchen. And she really does live there too.

Now, all along I had been putting on my brave act - you know, the I can deal with anything life throws at me; I'm not in the slightest bit nervous; I've been around; sex with an icon - got the t-shirt and the video to prove it and so on - but underneath it all I am stepping back and looking at myself from a distance and asking WTF are you doing. In short, it felt very weird, almost surreal, and I was a bit distracted and nervy. And did I say she smoked.

We lay on the "bed" and chatted; she undressed slowly and undressed me and we eventually got down to what we were there for and I have to say, she was damn good. She had a great body and she used it to great effect too, especially (AnthG take note) for a woman in her late forties. A long and lingering session of OWO, followed by some much appreciated RO (I ignored the slightly unwashed aspects of it and just got on with it!) led to a fag break for her and some more chat. Then some more OWO led to some fabulous fucking in a very slow, sensuous way, suggestive of being really good friends and very comfortable with each other. It really was like being twenty again, naked in front of the fire with a beautiful girlfriend, and enjoying each other's body. After a while, when it was clear that I wasn't going to come like that, we relaxed some more and she went back to a very slow, teasing, OWO - the kind you would happily die for to be honest - until I had a glorious orgasm with me experiencing all the ecstacies and agonies of same while she kept me in her mouth. I lay back and relaxed appreciatively and then said "did you come?".

Huh. Did I? The inner man said yes, most definitely thank you. The outer man, the physical one, appeared to support that view too, with me having gone quite soft. But not a drop of semen apparently; not one. Ok, I don't produce the stuff by the bucketload these days and I had actually had sex three days before but none. Nada. Fuck all. That's weird.

Pondering it now, I can only think it was stress related as I was nervous. It had been difficult to arrange in the first place and it was one of my few nights alone so it needed to be successful in my head. Travelling to her in north London was OK but I did want to get the last train home and avoid the £80+ cab fare if possible too, so there was a lot of inner tension about. And meeting an escort is always a teeny bit stressful but she seemed to make me more stressed (in my head, nothing to do with her) than ever before. So, anyone else experienced something similar. Sort of mind over matter if you like.

Stress my arse! Whatever it was, the whole thing sounds wonderful and a testament to what good punting is really all about. Bravo!

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