The worst thing that can happen to me is PNC. I haven’t had it in a long time, but when it does come up after a session, I can’t name a worse feeling. I think I might be planning to give it to myself on purpose, though I really won’t know until I book this provider. It all stems from a friend telling me about his experience with her, and for some reason, I can’t get her out of my mind.
It went like most of our conversations. We spoke on different topics involving the hobby as we trade information daily, leading up to a provider he saw recently. Now, he’s seen this provider once or twice prior with there being no problem. So when he told me she wasn’t her usual self, I was in disbelief. He gave me details of what exactly was happening that made it difficult to continue the session, so he did what he had to do and left—something we’ve all done at one time or another. When we’re uncomfortable or disgusted, we make a quick exit so as not to offend the provider. I’ve done it myself maybe once or twice for different reasons.
Anyway, the more he spoke on the provider, the more I was in disbelief. This provider is somewhat popular and carries herself in a way that makes you think she’s perfect. Like, if you were to go through her social media, you’d just have to watch her in awe as she takes your breath away. Body is amazing, as she gets it done here and there, and her reviews speak wonders to her sessions. So again, I was in disbelief. It’s a strange feeling, but what’s stranger is the fact that I have to book her.
I always planned on booking her before. My friend spoke highly of her, her body is outstanding, and she can introduce me to another side of the hobby world. There was no downside to booking this woman—until my friend gave me his review. Crazy enough, if I had seen this review written down, I probably would have written this provider off right then and there. Although, because I heard it straight from someone’s mouth, it’s not affecting me as much. I actually want to see this provider more, which I can’t explain for the life of me. There is a very strong chance that this session could be a shit show—for more than just the recent discomfort my friend was put through. This provider isn’t my usual type, as I go for petite women, and her dump truck is next level. This would technically be a first in providers that I would be seeing. Altogether, I would technically be walking into a shitty experience.
There’s nothing telling me this experience would be the best. At least I don’t have high hopes for it, but I have to know. I don’t know if I want to see this woman more because this makes her more human or what. All I know is the urge has never been more.
So I already sent an email to see if I could set something up. We’ll see.
It went like most of our conversations. We spoke on different topics involving the hobby as we trade information daily, leading up to a provider he saw recently. Now, he’s seen this provider once or twice prior with there being no problem. So when he told me she wasn’t her usual self, I was in disbelief. He gave me details of what exactly was happening that made it difficult to continue the session, so he did what he had to do and left—something we’ve all done at one time or another. When we’re uncomfortable or disgusted, we make a quick exit so as not to offend the provider. I’ve done it myself maybe once or twice for different reasons.
Anyway, the more he spoke on the provider, the more I was in disbelief. This provider is somewhat popular and carries herself in a way that makes you think she’s perfect. Like, if you were to go through her social media, you’d just have to watch her in awe as she takes your breath away. Body is amazing, as she gets it done here and there, and her reviews speak wonders to her sessions. So again, I was in disbelief. It’s a strange feeling, but what’s stranger is the fact that I have to book her.
I always planned on booking her before. My friend spoke highly of her, her body is outstanding, and she can introduce me to another side of the hobby world. There was no downside to booking this woman—until my friend gave me his review. Crazy enough, if I had seen this review written down, I probably would have written this provider off right then and there. Although, because I heard it straight from someone’s mouth, it’s not affecting me as much. I actually want to see this provider more, which I can’t explain for the life of me. There is a very strong chance that this session could be a shit show—for more than just the recent discomfort my friend was put through. This provider isn’t my usual type, as I go for petite women, and her dump truck is next level. This would technically be a first in providers that I would be seeing. Altogether, I would technically be walking into a shitty experience.
There’s nothing telling me this experience would be the best. At least I don’t have high hopes for it, but I have to know. I don’t know if I want to see this woman more because this makes her more human or what. All I know is the urge has never been more.
So I already sent an email to see if I could set something up. We’ll see.
