I've seen Alexis twice. On the first visit, we got off to an awkward start (Probably because she's pretty new and I still get nervous/awkward even after all the different SPs I've seen). But I gave her a good work-out and she finished me off. We talked for a bit and she was a bit charming after she warmed up. She ended up running over-time by five minutes or so; she said it was because she was enjoying our conversation. In hindsight, I should have maybe seen some warning signs. During our first session, she said something about my treating her like a robot, which no one has ever said to me before. Also, she tried to "top from the bottom," as if she knew better what I would want than I would. As I wrote above, our first visit ended strong, so I decided to repeat a week later.
We picked up right where we left off, and the second hour was really nice at the beginning. We kissed and fooled around with some foreplay, and then I made the mistake of saying that I felt like going down on her. If I really like a girl, I just want to do it (I may be a socially-avoidant asshole, but I'm really a sweet boy underneath). I've only done it with one previous SP (across multiple visits) who really turned me on and it all went really well. As far as I can tell, I was enthusiastic and she was appreciative, and had no problem kissing me on the mouth afterwards. But back to Alexis, and when I went down there, I just couldn't. Everything looked good (really pretty, actually) , but the smell was a turn-off. And that's where her personality turned the corner. I don't think I said anything more than, "I can't, sorry," but I guess I had a look on my face that said, "You got a stinky pussy, ya dirty ho!" The rest of the session was mostly a disaster.
Alexis immediately turned from a friendly young woman complimenting me on being tall and saying she was happy I asked her back into a C***. Since women can't be aggressive, they are passively-aggressive, and Alexis let me have it. Everything she said from this point on was hostile, but the transcript would seem mostly innocuous if read aloud. If you've ever argued with a woman, you'll likely know what I mean.
I was embarrased, flaccid, and quiet, and she would just not shut up. It was some real Jedi mind-fuck that she layed on me. I talk for a living, and I know how to deal with my customers; I have the tools to re-take the conversation and turn it around. But when it comes to women, I found out last night that I only have half the tools I need. I could tell exactly what was happening but not have any ability to do something about it. I'm a large-ish man (6'1", 205lbs.) but I'm not a bully. I don't man-handle women. In any case, that would have gotten me arrested. The only way to re-take control of the situation would have been to talk, and I don't have that tool in my toolbox. I'm not a mack, pimp, or player. I guess if I was, I wouldn't be doing this.
So, it ended with me getting my first ever angry blowjob. I stood, Alexis kneeled. She didn't look up at me the whole time. She had to start with a completely flaccid dick and work it into something presentable. I felt the light brush of teeth the whole time; that was a first, but not inconsistent with a passively-aggressive hate-suck. I finally came on her hand and the carpet, as she was clearly avoiding any spillage on herself. She washed her hands, got dressed, and got her coat and scarf out of the closet. I think there was still twenty minutes to go in my hour. I tried to talk to her as she had the front door knob in her hand, but I gave up. She left.
We picked up right where we left off, and the second hour was really nice at the beginning. We kissed and fooled around with some foreplay, and then I made the mistake of saying that I felt like going down on her. If I really like a girl, I just want to do it (I may be a socially-avoidant asshole, but I'm really a sweet boy underneath). I've only done it with one previous SP (across multiple visits) who really turned me on and it all went really well. As far as I can tell, I was enthusiastic and she was appreciative, and had no problem kissing me on the mouth afterwards. But back to Alexis, and when I went down there, I just couldn't. Everything looked good (really pretty, actually) , but the smell was a turn-off. And that's where her personality turned the corner. I don't think I said anything more than, "I can't, sorry," but I guess I had a look on my face that said, "You got a stinky pussy, ya dirty ho!" The rest of the session was mostly a disaster.
Alexis immediately turned from a friendly young woman complimenting me on being tall and saying she was happy I asked her back into a C***. Since women can't be aggressive, they are passively-aggressive, and Alexis let me have it. Everything she said from this point on was hostile, but the transcript would seem mostly innocuous if read aloud. If you've ever argued with a woman, you'll likely know what I mean.
I was embarrased, flaccid, and quiet, and she would just not shut up. It was some real Jedi mind-fuck that she layed on me. I talk for a living, and I know how to deal with my customers; I have the tools to re-take the conversation and turn it around. But when it comes to women, I found out last night that I only have half the tools I need. I could tell exactly what was happening but not have any ability to do something about it. I'm a large-ish man (6'1", 205lbs.) but I'm not a bully. I don't man-handle women. In any case, that would have gotten me arrested. The only way to re-take control of the situation would have been to talk, and I don't have that tool in my toolbox. I'm not a mack, pimp, or player. I guess if I was, I wouldn't be doing this.
So, it ended with me getting my first ever angry blowjob. I stood, Alexis kneeled. She didn't look up at me the whole time. She had to start with a completely flaccid dick and work it into something presentable. I felt the light brush of teeth the whole time; that was a first, but not inconsistent with a passively-aggressive hate-suck. I finally came on her hand and the carpet, as she was clearly avoiding any spillage on herself. She washed her hands, got dressed, and got her coat and scarf out of the closet. I think there was still twenty minutes to go in my hour. I tried to talk to her as she had the front door knob in her hand, but I gave up. She left.
