Monday, April 5

Sometimes a prospective client will have a huge laundry list of questions for me about what I'll do and what he can do.

Can I take photos of you with my cock in your mouth? (No way.)
Can I lick your ass? (Sure.)
Will you lick my ass? (No.)
Can I fuck your ass? (Nope.)
Is it ok if I cum on you? (Yes.)
Can I kiss you? (I sure hope you do.)
How about cumming on your face or your tits? (Just avoid my eyes, please.)
Can I fuck you from behind? (Of course.)
Is it ok if I call you names? (Sure.)
Can I slap your ass? (As long as you don't bruise me.)
Pull your hair? (As long as you don't pull it out.)
Will you talk dirty? (I certainly can but usually don't unless really inspired.)

The list is endless and I try to be both frank and patient about discussing my boundaries, since I don't want to have to deal with uncomfortable situations in person when it can be avoided with advance conversation. What I find quite interesting, however, is that those with the most detailed and specific questions about what can actually happen during the course of a session with me, seem to be perfectly happy with the same basic stuff as those with hardly any questions at all.

The young guy I saw yesterday was one with tons of advance questions. I think what happened was he'd scripted out this whole porno movie situtation in his head so much before I showed up and was so excited about the ideas he had about what we could do that I hardly even had to touch him before he came. I assured him it was ok and that perhaps it was good to get the first one out of the way so quickly. His second orgasm took longer, but getting there didn't involve much of anything he seemed so concerned about when he had all the questions. And then we lounged around some talking about his job, and then he got up and got dressed. He said he had a fantastic time. I wondered if he was disappointed that there was no ass slapping or dirty talking or hair pulling or even fucking, for that matter.

This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened.

I wonder if it's got something to do with men overestimating what it's going to take for them to be satisfied? Perhaps they think they're going to need way more stimulation than they actually do in reality?