Robert Johnson

I recently attempted to write a review. On entering the Lady’s name and number, I was told that this Lady was already in the database and suggested amending her name with a part of her telephone number (not sure why). When it came to entering the city, other than "United States," my only choices in the form of pull down menus were Alabama and Arkansas. I was unable to type the word, "Denver" in the city cell but I was unable to advance because the city was required. Why is writing a review impossible on this site?

Welcome back, sweetie. You were missed! 🌹

Sex is a healthful, life affirming activity. Perhaps the term, "sex addiction" could pertain to those who lose sight of their personal responsibilities through the pursuit of sex? Is your life out of control? No? Then you are just a normal, horny bastard like the rest of us. 😃 -RJ

If I may interject... the answer to this question might depend on... 1. The mood/attitude of the provider & her natural propensity/preference for it. 2. Same factors for the gent (I would love to be cuddled). 3. If you are engaged in stimulating conversation after the deed, it may take the place of cuddling as these are two different forms of intimacy, yet combining the two is perfectly okay. 4. The type of chemistry existing between provider & client. 5. On different days, all of the above conditions are subject to variability. -RJ ⚘

Dropping off some shirts at the dry cleaner this past Saturday, the lady working the counter was discussing a transaction with a customer. While this customer was paying in cash there was a baby in the room, apparently the employee's toddler. As the customer walked out, the little boy mumbled something to me in baby talk as he handed me a $50 bill he had found. The mom, who was busy and had not yet helped me did not see her baby handing me the cash. I alerted the lady, who immediately ran after the gentlema . Luckily, she found the customer before he started his car. The customer got back the $50 he apparently dropped and I submitted my own dry cleaning, and then left with the satisfaction of having done a good deed. 😃

I worked Friday night and also worked a children's charity event in Loveland Sunday (yesterday). Saturday and Monday are down days for recharging and reflection. -RJ

For me, I try to limit myself to two glasses of Merlot or Malbec with food or up to two Jamesons (no soda pop added, just a splash of water on the rocks). On a super crazy night, maybe all of the above. But very infrequently.

JR, have a speedy recovery. Wishing all the best with your health and your return to the hobby! -RJ

In DTC there's Baker Street Pub right off Belleview. They have live music and a patio. They feed the live music to the patio. The cuisine is bar food, okay if you don't mind that everything is prepared using Canola and vegetable oils like 99.99% of all restaurants.

Thanks, Mr. sb1212. Our second date will be tomorrow and our third will be on Friday when she accompanies me to NoCo. The texts, innuendo and sexy talk are escalating but tastefully. In no way would I initiate such a strange fetish request right off the bat before getting acquainted. All of the intermediary steps will be taken; nothing will be rushed. All will be savored. In a way I am almost sorry to have emphasized the foot thing because after all, it is a little weird. Probably not even possible. Tomorrow I will buy a bucket of arugula. -RJ

Recently I had the opportunity to meet a mature, buxom, attractive blond BBW interested in a dating relationship. Although I have certainly sampled ladies of this physical shape, all encounters to this point have been casual in nature, and one - time. There is every indication via text, phone and our one date so far (she came to Golden where I treated her to dinner and drinks before she happily listened to me play music for four hours in two separate bands - country and then psychedelic rock). At the end of the evening saying our goodbyes there was some passionate kissing in the parking lot of the establishment. And more conversation. Now for the fantasies... I have yet to engage in fisting and am uncertain as to how to initiate this activity. I think an exploratory and visual inspection would first be required in order to make the decision to proceed cautiously, though never without her full consent on this matter. It gets worse. With my history of E.D., I have considered spilling the beans preemptively for the sake of addressing this issue, getting it out in the open early as well as offer assurance that any substandard performance on my part is in no way a negative reflection on her desirability. This beauty has a positive and fun demeanor with a set of knockers to die for. We will have dinner Thursday then she will accompany the me following night to NoCo when I perform at an upscale golf course clubhouse (one which houses a five - star restaurant). Give us "ample" time to talk. This voluptuous bombshell has already warned me that not only am I "her type," but she has advised me to "buckle up," and (presumably) sexually, I have, "NO I-DEA..." of what is in store for me. I am giddy, especially after a recent (VERY recent) end of a three month relationship. But I digress. With my absolute love for massive mammaries and being open to dating a hot, classy, intelligent BBW, I have been busy fantasizing about our immanent physical encounters (THANK YOU, GOD). Now, if you are still reading and I haven't lost you, consider this: If my sexy lady does, indeed possess the physical attributes which might make fisting possible I have another thought. And this is working under the assumption that my performance deficits would be mitigated by my desire provide masterful DATY, some toy play, fisting play, plus the effects of my Injectable meds. Here's the kicker (pun intended): I would love to obtain one of those vaginal condoms, place it on one of my feet - probably my right, add lube, and let her go at it, humping my foot to her content. My feet have a far better "track record" than... ahem... other apendages of mine. And never having tried this foot technique yet... I guess this would also provide my lady with the positioning conducive to BBBJ/TC? What are your thoughts, professional companionship providers and conneseurs? Is this way over the top or not? I love my life. Cheers, -RJ

Thanks, Kali. ❤ I've been eating Keto (plenty of dark, leafy greens including arugula). Red macca root helps with male hormonal balancing, too. Although my testosterone is good and high at 1100, my estrogen was 3 times above normal for males. With blockers, it is coming down. I think the slump I am in may have been caused by diet. For 11 months I have been avoiding carbs, sugar and limiting alcohol. Dropped 80 pounds since I saw you last. & maybe it takes a bit more time for other issues to balance out. Have a great day! -RJ

Thank you Ms Kali and daaacz (and others) for your kind responses. An interesting thing I'd like to share. Things are heating up quickly with my BBW lady friend. As she has sent me a text greeting yesterday morning, I wanted to be first to do so today. She has asked me to call her last night but I was busy with a music practice until 10:30 and could not. Asked her how she slept last night. Her response... "Good morning. Slept like a rock if I guess rocks sleep. They must cuz I never hear from them. Anyhoo...busier than a one legged man at an a**kicking contest. I too am soooo looking forward to seeing you again💜" Foot reference. I just thought it was interesting. Not that it means anything, other than the universe having a wry sense of humor. : ) -RJ

Thank you BigBaldBlk, I've seen weirder sh*t here also. Interesting, how a board based on the *cough-cough* companionship trade... LOL can display such a level of understanding one minute and then gang up like a pack of chihuahuas when... business is slow? Or some statements are perceived as... immoral... wrong... edgy... unconventional... outside the box... smutty... bad... etc. I really do get a kick out of rattling cages & observing certain blatant hypocrisies afoot. 🦶 -RJ

Wow, daaacz, sir, you are a gentleman - Yours is the most well thought out response hands down. Most assuredly, this lady is going to be treated with immense respect, I can guarantee it. True, a petite woman may be okay with fisting while a larger, tall BBW may be physically unable to handle it. Of course, the lady in question is going to determine what happens in this situation. Furthermore, it is unknown whether or not I will even have the courage to suggest these sordid fetishes at all, to be frank. All I really know is... that with those voluptuous Volkswagen sized ta-tas, I am going to do everything in my power to make her comfortable & not have too many regrets about sharing her luscious body with me. Not to sound superficial here, but I have had sexual partners who were not as well endowed in this area, though larger elsewhere. If a lady is going to be a BBW, I feel that enormous lovely breasts tend to offer the best mitigation for this (in my limited, myopic 'guy's' view of the world). My apologies to any and all whom I have offended with my heavy handed approach to these issues, inasmuch as these things tend to have a firm foothold within the companionship industry in general. But in my case, this is simply another civilian endeavor, albeit the most exciting to date. -RJ

Well, I guess I really put my foot squarely in my own mouth here, huh?

I wasn't thinking on my feet. Thanks Lacy, once I've done all of the leg work, I will let you know how things shake out. 😄 -RJ

I shoulda just left it at "cemetary." 🤐

This is Mona with the moves. When you busted your nut, this Mona had a special hip gyration that was exquisite, expertly timed. I recall she also had a birthmark on one of her thighs (on the outside part). She was a brunette with a bob hairstyle.

ilovewomen, I wasn't trying to be disrespectful. It was an odd place to do it. My girl and I were 19 years old. On finishing, we observed that the plaques, to our dismay, revealed this. Initially, because these plaques were flush to the lawn, it looked to be an open grassy area and we were two horny teens. It was unfortunate, it was unintentional and it was "odd." Perhaps I should have stated this upfront. My apologies to any & all I've offended. -RJ

In a cemetary in Portland, OR, over a patch of babie's graves.

Mona of Denver Sweet Caroline Crystal Caine (COS)

First, let state how deeply grateful I am for this hobby, for the exceptional ladies who define the finest levels of companionship, for the review process and the community. For the intelligent, interesting, compassionate ladies who love what they do. O' the misery from which we gents are spared thanks to this hidden oasis of pleasure. Having dabbled on one of those dating sites with some intermittent successes, my activity these past couple months have been a tad more concentrated than usual, only because there have been some promising nibbles (so to speak) which failed to pan out. One thing that I often wonder is, do I unconsciously project a certain aloofness to the civilian dating populace from my inadequately concealed confidence? Maybe I unknowingly & unintentionally project the impression that vastly exquisite pleasures can still be mine (as long as I remain courteous, do my research, follow the rules, etc...), thus branding myself within that other group of companionship seekers? I don't know. There have been a handful of success stories over the years for me, a few ladies with whom I have remained friends to this day. Anyway, the following situations have presented themselves in my most recent extracurricular experimentation: 1. Decent looking lady, cool tatts on her titties quickly throws me her number and we are off and texting, getting acquainted. She understandably wishes to "take her time" prior to getting intimate, even hints that "maybe" more pics might be available on request. Too soon for me to ask. In regard to meeting, I respond that I am patient... without revealing exactly WHY I can be patient. There appeared to be some promising potential here. The following day, I receive some curt messages in a mildly accusatory tone, I gathered, because my dating profile showed a green light indicating that I had been online after she had already provided her number to me. After pointing out that she herself had to have also been on the site in order to see my online status, I added that she was now beginning to come across to me as "insecure, manipulative and frankly, just a little bit off." That ended that. 2. Second mature lady from Greely: "Denver is just too far for a relationship, sorry. Best of luck in your search." Biting my tongue (or fingers) I refrained from responding that a mere 60 minute drive - mine, not hers - shouldn't be an impediment to dating. When I was 23, my girlfriend attended UNC and every weekend we were up there screwing like rabbits in her dorm. 3. The most recent exchange, perhaps the most universal example is this one: After some nice messaging back and forth over several days: "So, what are you looking for? I am tired of guys who just want to be fwb. I am really ready for a relationship..." Did not hear back after giving my opinion: that a deep and lasting relationship is a divine gift. Sometimes it is not in the cards for everyone. And (in my opinion) it is placing the cart before the horse for one to have a plan for a serious relationship without yet having met the other person; that only face to face meetings can reveal its potential. Not a popular response. Sorry. 4. Most typical is the ghosting phenomenon. Not the paranormal kind. This is where things are progressing well and then all communication ends suddenly. I will not send another message in this situation. No big deal. Why? Because pleasure, regardless, awaits me. Thank you... ❤❤❤ and thank you. -RJ

Yep, life goes on, BadBoy. I wish I had a couple grand to blow on the hobby. Perhaps I can start a go fund me page? -RJ

Bit, All points taken to heart - thanks. By the time you hit your 60's, you are not seeking perfection. The newness of the illusion of love is a powerful drug. I will miss being asked to come over & spend the night every night. Going to 3 to 5 different band rehearsals per week and then afterward, making my way to Aurora to await her arrival home from her swing shift. The warmth of reuniting while hearing about her day and telling about mine. I was chastised for an incident six weeks ago where our entrees were brought to us before the appetizers. Gee, I did not realize this was the beginning of the end of her love for me; I was simply irritated for something important to me not going as it should. Since I have been on a ketogenic diet for a year, my baggage comes (or doesn't come) in the form of impotency, not live handles. The injections can help but it would take an extra mature, understanding woman to be okay with so - so FS and excellent DATY & manual stimulation. In many ways it's the same old story. Woman pretends to love, maybe actually feeling true affection, wishing (I have this in her own writing) for "happily ever after..." and then suddenly it's just over and done with. Body language changes from loving to resentment. Time to move on without looking back. I will miss the routine, though it has only been three months of a very pleasant illusion. -RJ