Thomas O'Brien

One thing most veteran m0ngers can say is that they have sampled a wide cross section of erotic experiences. Even if one limits himself to a certain body type and skin tone, there’s still a lot of variety to be had, whether or not variety was actually desired by the client.

Speaking for myself, I’ve had the pleasure of ‘knowing’ some incredible bodies and some beautiful faces as well as some superlative performances, though not all at once nearly as often as a perfect world would have presented me. The fact is that physical attractiveness is simply no indicator of a good session, no matter who is defining what’s attractive, or what that definition consists of.

After the session is done, and sometimes before mere minutes have passed, the client can say with virtual certainty that the girl was or wasn’t what he was hoping for. Enthusiasm and enjoyment of her work goes a long way to making a session a good one, but even an enthusiastic and accommodating companion can disappoint. I have recently run into one who charges me nothing more than bus fare and is about as enthusiastic as any I have ever met who STILL falls short of what I would call a good time.

She’s quite peculiar in that she is actually so oversexed that it just doesn’t work for me. To give just a small example, she had her first big O while fully clothed and only been sitting on the bed with me for a minute or two. I had barely begun to touch her, and not at all below the belt, when she had her first of many, many. As our session progressed, she had an almost nonstop series of climaxes, which she obviously enjoyed, but her random movements and manic approach was definitely more of a distraction than a turn on. One of us certainly had a good time, but it wasn’t me, unfortunately.

I repeat myself when I say that good sex, like a good boxing match depends on a good match of styles. With her, I am really not sure who would be a good match-up. From her point of view, I am a great sparring partner, as I am just excited enough to provide her with a body she can ride but not excited enough to ever actually satisfy myself. She is extremely willing but if I can’t get her to mellow out a little I am going to have to move on, despite her enthusiasm and affordability.

But of all the problems I could have, I guess this is better than a brain tumor.

When I first saw Alejandra in the lobby of the Del Rey hotel in San Jose, Costa Rica, two things struck me. First was just how pretty her face was. But there were many pretty girls in the Rey that night, however, none of them was dressed like Alejandra. If you are waiting for me to describe a scandalously sexy outfit, you can stop waiting now. What she wore was more like something a girl from “Little House on the Prairie” would have worn to a square dance. Maybe a BIT more modern, but it certainly would not have raised any eyebrows, or other parts of the anatomy, in any church I have ever been in, other that perhaps it was a little TOO plain, too ordinary.
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The body inside the dress was nicely proportioned, though it required considerably more imagination than those of the other girls working that night. Safe to say, she didn’t look like a hooker, just a very pretty girl who could have accidentally wandered into the Del Rey meat market to get change for the bus. But the fact that she was leaning against the same wall as the rest of the working girls told the actual story.

I was curious as well as attracted. I caught her eye and motioned her over to my table. We introduced ourselves and I offered her a drink, which turned out to be orange juice. We chatted a while and she seemed to be as sweet as she looked. She was new to the business, more or less. I told her I was interested, and she seemed on the verge of accepting my proposition when she asked me what floor my room was on. I explained that I lived about 5 minutes away by taxi, in an apartment. Uh oh. She was sorry, but she only did men in the hotel. What? Only if I was staying in the hotel. Deal breaker. I told her I was disappointed, but if she was afraid to leave the hotel, there was nothing I could do. I wished her well and told her if she ever changed her mind, let me know. She said she would.

I don’t know if it was the next time I saw her or the time after that, but I said hello to her and asked her if she had changed her mind. She asked me where my apartment was. Okay, she had changed her mind. After a little bit of reassuring talk from me, she agreed to accompany me to my place.

She was sweet but a little shy at first. Her body was not incredible but it was quite nice, and that face… as she rode on top of me, I found myself ignoring the rest of her body and just enjoying the look of her beautiful face.

Like some many other chicas before her, she disappeared from the scene for quite a while. I saw her again a couple of years later, and she wearing clothes that were a little sexier, but still nothing all that outrageous. I went over and said hi to her. She didn’t remember me.