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.