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Whenever I go to a certain provider's p411 page I see the message "This provider must contact us to get her p411 reinstated. No other information will be given to anyone other than the holder of this account." Is this message cause for concern? I have an appointment scheduled with this provider for later in the week and I'm wondering if this message should make me reconsider showing up

This picture reminds me of a great joke. Why did the two gay guys buy glow in the dark condoms? So they could play Star Wars!!!

Can anyone confirm if it's dangerous to bang fat bitches? I've done a lot of ruminating and I think that consistently fornicating with obese women could jeopardize one's greater penile health. I don’t have any scientific proof to back up this theory, cause I’m not a penis doctor or anything like that, but I don’t think the average man’s dick is designed to be able to withstand a lot of weight. Your dick isn’t like a pogo stick designed to be handle heavy loads. That shit ain’t elastic! You get a big enough bitch bouncing up there you gonna break your hip or fuck up your spinal cord. The male dick ain’t built to handle Woolly Mammoth pussy! The reason I always hated the Muppets is because that shit was so fucking unrealistic. Think about it; if Miss Piggy and Kermit ever had sex, with Miss Piggy on top, it would have broken Kermit’s back and ruptured some of his dick tendons. He would have had to buy some frog wheelchair for his back and had intensive dick surgery to repair his dick cartilage if he had tapped that! Imagine if Missy Piggy and Kermit had a kid; that child would be one ugly mother fucker! Think about that shit; some pig walking around with a frog’s face or vice versa. That’s some scary shit right there. That kid would definitely die a virgin. I can’t prove it; but I feel it in my bones. It is not healthy physiological, psychological or emotional for a skinny dude to fuck obese girls whose bodies are loose and jiggle like Jell-O.

What type of look did he give you? Was it a seething gaze imbued with a palpable indignation? Was it the condemning stare a preacher gives a teenager who swears? Was it a look of intrigued fascination? Were his eyes laced with a slight simmer of admiration? Honestly; if this rapscallion was browsing through your private information when you weren't around then he's definitely the type of person who will spread your secret. I would suspect he's already told all of your mutual friends about your sexual exploits. I would talk to him about this to stop the fire from spreading further.

This gentlemen sounds like an extremely perspicacious individual and his indecisive behavior should be lauded, not maligned, since it's a tacit compliment . The lad obviously finds you to be ravishing but is reticent to commit to a prolonged appointment since he suspects your pictures might be too good to be true. He's probably thinking something like the following "Golly gee wilikers! This is a beauteous, confident African American woman who looks like the Walking Dead actress Sonequa Martin! Unfortunately this young black stallion doesn't have any reviews on TOB. How can I possibly be sure that she's legit? Once I get to the Four Seasons instead of seeing a lady that looks like Sonequa Martin I might see some big old bitch that looks like Precious or Oprah. I don't want no hoe that looks like Oprah sucking my sword! I never got a boner while watching the god damn Oprah Winfrey show! My dick is burning up with jungle fever but I don't want no courtesan that looks like Precious being the one that helps my Excalibur sweat out its fever. Hooking up with a bitch as big as Precious could harm my greater penile health. My johnson ain't equipped to handle that big of a load. I don't want an elephant jumping on my snake. Before I commit two hours to this chocolate wonderland I want to make sure this feisty panther isn't punking people with fake photos. If I get in there and this bitch looks like Whoopi Goldberg I'll let her give my shaft a little shine then politely leave after 45 minutes. If this Afro Aphrodite actually does look like Sonequa then I'm going to say "Thank you Jesus" and my God shit is going to be of the chain for two hours!" You're a seasoned provider but you're a stranger in Colorado. This fellow might have been burned in the past by miscreants who used false pictures and he just wants to make sure that you are who you say you are. I say you see this fine fellow and fulfill his Walking Dead sexual fantasy.

You really think I'm putting much thought into what I write on here or proofreading my post on this site? You think I worry about impressing sexually frustrated strangers online? I occasionally come to this site because it's ripe for psychological and sociological studies. Sites like this are riveting for scholars who are studying and writing about prostitution. The internet has made it so much easier to study subcultures and black market economies. The whole psychology behind online feedback is riveting, especially when it applies to this industry.

It's interesting how "opinion different than mine = troll" on this site. The internet has also diluted people's ability to effectively argue a point and engage in a dialogue with contrarian opinions. Instead of having intelligent conversations people just start spewing profanities, calling people trolls (I've noticed this slight is particularly popular with older gentlemen), ad hominem attacks, etc.

It's quite shocking how joyous people become when they receive arbitrary positive feedback from complete strangers on the internet. I've always found it fascinating how some individuals will invest hours of their life into winning laudation from online strangers. You have teenagers tweeting for hours at B-celebrities trying to get a retweet or some other meaningless affirmation. You have girls constantly posting photos to instagram trying to win likes from anonymous horndogs. You have people arguing their nights away on messageboards with people residing in other countries. Does winning an online debate or getting a Facebook like really amplify one's self esteem? I'm guessing online ventures are the only way that some people feel like they can ever get noticed; it's the one place where they can cut through the white noise. I worry about how negative cognitive impact that the internet is undoubtedly having on the future generations.

I've had multiple people, both men and women, send me PMs telling me that my assertions in this thread are all astute. A lot of people also really enjoyed the literary merits and philosophy of these last two paragraphs. Publicly many men are lambasting me because they want to propound some type of "white knight" persona so that women will be more likely to see them. Some women are also attempting to disembowel me for marketing purposes; they want to differentiate themselves from other providers and suggest that they truly care about their clients' souls and not just their wallets. I get the public condemning; it's a savvy business decision.

You can browbeat the messenger but everyone knows that my musings are true. There's been a cornucopia of ad hominem attacks levied at me, and a lot of haughty online posturing in this thread, but no one has addressed my arguments because all of the lads and lasses on this site know my words are imbued with wisdom. I'm completely flummoxed by some men's need to romanticize this hobby and to convince themselves that the ladies see them as anything more than a red-blooded ATM machine. None of the young female entrepreneurs on this site are here by choice; they didn't grow up aspiring to suck geriatric cock for a living. Getting rammed in the ass by a sweaty, morbidly obese, AARP member who's as hairy as Chewbacca isn't how they truly want to spend their Friday nights. They're here because economic and vocational opportunity is rapidly shrinking in America. A myriad of factors (globalization, corporate avarice, automation, technological advances, college tuition costs increasing astronomically, etc) have made America less meritocratic and made it more difficult to make ends meet. These women are here so they can feed their children, pay their rent, support elderly parents, maintain a decent quality of life, etc. They aren't here to make buddies with men 30 years their senior. They don't give a fuck about your post-coitus political pontifications, your business trip to San Diego or your sob stories about how your wife no longer enjoys sucking your dick. It's quite strange that so many of you dudes have to deceive yourself into thinking these encounters are anything more than a transaction that's purely physical in nature. Some of the ladies here are also engaging in self-deception campaigns. The overwhelming majority of the clients here really don't give a shit if you get yours. None of these men are shedding tears as they drive home in their SUVs because they weren't able to give you multiple orgasms. They're cordial and affable during their appointments but at the end of the day they're solely there to get off. I'm sure some of the older boys her love talking to beautiful young ladies, since it reminds them of their glory days back at the old frat house, but these gentle grandpas are anomalies. The women are here for money. The men are here for pussy. This is a simple, undeniable truth. The hobby is no less a beautiful endeavor if we acknowledge the veracity of my claims. The women here are noble professionals, their work keeps many feeble marriages from falling apart and they help many men experience passion that they can't find outside of the hobby. There are a lot of men with virtuous hearts and benevolent souls that would never have the chance to melt into a gorgeous women if not for the hobby. They weren't blessed with Clooney like charisma, or Brad Pitt looks, which inhibits them from sleeping with ravishing girls in the "real world" but in this hobby they have a chance to live their boyhood dreams. They can be made to feel like an adonis instead of sexual leper. They can know what it feels like to receive compassion, instead of cruelty and a crippling ambivalence, from a stunning woman. The women here should ride their clients with pride. They are helping ensure that many kids don't have to grow up in fractured homes and giving passion and love in world that's growing more and more callous. The men here are also noble heroes; the economic contributions they make to these ladies helps them live a better life than the one they would be forced live if they had to do demeaning and soul slaying minimum wage jobs. The men here help mothers provide for children who have been abandoned by their biological fathers. The men here help young girls get through college and attain upward mobility. I know a woman who became an escort after the death of her husband. He left her with two kids but not a dime or life insurance or much savings. Hobbyist are the sole reason she was able to stay in here home and provide as a single mother. The men here should fuck with valor and pride; in many ways they are guardian angels helping women who are in the midst of a harsh financial struggle. This is a beautiful business that spawns a lot of good. Just don't be a fool and say it's anything more than business.

Riggo is wasting money. There are all sorts of Eleanor Rigby types out there that will talk to him for free. Hell, you can even hire cuddle buddies if he wants to be someone's teddy bear. I genuinely feel bad for him if he isn't here for the sex; it means he must feel extremely isolated and socially ostracized from society. If he's dropping $300 for an hour of conversatoin and false affirmation he obviously is very lonely. I'm glad there are women that have compassion in their hearts who are willing to lend an ear to people who are socially and culturally alienated; I understand that for some people life is a lonely labyrinth. Riggo is completely delusional though if he thinks that he isn't an extreme outlier. 99.9% of the men involved in this hobby are looking for sex, not conversation. 99% of the women are looking for money, not new friendships.

You shouldn't apologize for saying something that everyone knows is the truth. Deep down, all of these contrarians know that we're right.

This is a rather vapid ad hominem attack. The position I've propounded is not imbued with any misogynistic sentiments whatsoever; my views demonstrate my perspicacious economic acumen and the realities of this hobby. I'm sure there are some intelligent women on this board, who are skilled raconteurs, who do a terrific job creating a believable relationship facsimile for their clients. I have no doubt that their lonely clients enjoy their hollow flirtations, false flattery and small talk. At the end of the day though most men are paying for one thing: pussy. They have a bunch of people in their orbit they can engage in listless small talk with (e.g coworkers, prudish wifes, family members, buddies.) If a man wants to talk about the fucking Denver Broncos, or the places he's traveled, he can find people who will listen for free. Men don't care about you opening up the holes in your ears, they care about the hole between your legs. This is obviously a two way street. The women in this hobby don't care about what's cumming out of your pants fellas, they care about what's coming out of your wallet. Any women can find a man who will talk to her or fuck her with ease. They're here for the green paper you're going to give them; they don't give a fuck about the ancillary aspects of an appointment. They don't give a single fuck what you think about the current presidential race. They don't give a fuck about your thoughts on the Colorado Avalanche. They don't give a fuck about your marital tribulations. They don't give a shit about your soul sucking cubicle job. All they care about is creating an illusion of sweetness and intimacy so that you'll give them your money instead of one of their vast array of competitors. Jos's ideas are universal folks.

This is a fascinating post. You think that when an individual schedules an appointment in this industry that he is paying for "the lovely lady's time" not for the opportunity to get off? So if you went to an appointment with a provider and no sexual intercourse occurred you wouldn't feel as though you had been bamboozled? You wouldn't feel like some type of rapscallion con had occurred? You wouldn't immediately race to your computer to write that the woman was a "rip off" and that extreme duplicity had occurred? If you paid a provider $400 for an hour of time and she spent the hour telling you knock knock jokes, offering opinions about the forthcoming NHL playoffs, reciting Shakespeare sonnets and complaining about unruly neighbors who vociferously fornicate like rhinos in heat at 3:00 AM you wouldn't be the least bit disappointed? You really think that "consulting adult activities" are not an implicit part of the contract? Every man here isn't paying for the right to converse with a lady; he's paying for a twatriffic time spent with a tight twat. If you doubt this assertion then I think you are an extremely anomalous fellow in the hobby. Sorry ladies, but none of the men here care about your wit or intellect. They will say they do, to maintain a gentlemanly facade, but at the end of the day no one is here to make friends.

Is a client required to get the woman off during a session? Is there a tacit agreement between client and provider that the ultimate goal of a session is mutual satisfaction and that every party should ascend to a equally high apex of sexual pleasure? In any type of entertainment venture, where a client is paying a performer for some type of performance or service, is it ever expected that the customer will strive to please the performer in any way? Based on conversations I've had with women, inside and outside the hobby, the notion that one is a "selfish lover" if the don't go down on their partner is ubiquitous. A lot of people think sex should inherently be based on reciprocity; both parties should give as much as they receive. In the context of a relationship this is a cogent argument but in regards to a paid encounter why should the women's pleasure matter at all? A client is paying for the opportunity to receive pleasure, not give it. Some gentlemen might get pleasure from the act of pleasuring but those of us who don't give a shit about a woman getting an orgasm during a paid encounter shouldn't be maligned or made to feel like we are assholes. In the hobby a man is paying for the right to access your pussy; not to be your sex slave.