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I recently visited a lady who is just started working out of Kangaroo Point that I went to high school with. For reasons that will become clear later in this posting, I?m not going to be passing on any info about, nor am I going to post review. So why, dear Nars, are you posting this to the board??? Well, quite simply put, I?m interested in hearing if anyone else has a similar experience to mine and, to be honest, my brain has started a cycle of ?what ifs? that I?m curious about.
Ok ? so first the story.
I found her ad in the Courier Mail ? very standard ad (I was simply going down the list trying to find anyone who would pick the phone up). For the sake of this posting, lets call my Reviewiend Sandy (not her real name, nor the name she uses). So Sandy answers the phone and immediately I start thinking about this girl I knew in high school. Sandy sounded exactly like her (surprise, surprise Nars ? it was her!!) and that was enough for me to book an hour right then and there.
So I got in my car and drove over. All the way images of this girl that I had known in high school flashed through my mind. This girl was gorgeous ? in high school she had short blonde hair and was the fantasy of every guy in the school (including mine). When we were in high school, she had dated this guy who was an absolute dick ? I mean dick with a capitol ?D?. He was in a band ? had long hair ? played the guitar ? was able to fuck any girl he ever met. What made this guy even worse was that he was fucking Sandy on a daily basis (while fucking a couple of others at the same time). The only conversation I had ever had with Sandy was at my year 12 senior formal where she and this bloke she had been dating all year, had just had a massive fight. mpter talking to her for about 3 hours, I found out that he had rooted some chick in the bathrooms and she had busted him ? this was the reason they were fighting. It was funny ? in that 3 hour conversation we both realized that we had liked each other for the entire year, but both of us were in relationships (and suffering Reviewom the restrictions of morality and propriety ? something now absent Reviewom our adult lives). For almost 15 years mpter high school, I fantasied about what could have happened with Sandy that night ? if only I hadn?t as been as chivalrous. If I only I had the guts. A million ? ?if onlys?.
To say the least, nothing happened that night. I went home with my date ? Sandy with hers. 2 weeks later we graduated high school ? and we never saw each other again (until recently). I should mention, however, that about 2 years later Sandy put her picture into ?People? magazine as a home girl. Later she went on to have her own spread. At the time, all my high school buddies were floating those pictures amounst us at every get together or party we went to. I suppose in some ways, this contributed to my fantasies about Sandy.
By the time I got to Sandy?s apartment block in Kangaroo Point, I was absolutely convinced that this girl I had just booked, was actually going to be Sandy. Deep down I suspect that I knew I was pulling myself ? but the fantasy was driving me at this point. It?s strange ? even with this psycho babble that was going on in my head, I still wasn?t ready for what happened when she opened the door. As I came out the elevator, I had Sandy?s voice in my head, and the image of her in my senior year at high school. I knocked on the door. Waiting? waiting? waiting. I knock again. A glimpse of Sandy once more, then movement behind the door. ?This is it?, I tell myself, and remove the image out of my mind. But then the door opens and Sandy is standing there. And then it hit me ? ?Oh Fuck. I know this girl. I?ve wanted this girl for as long as I can remember?. ?Narsisist!?, she says (yeah ok ? not my real name, but you get the idea). ?Oh my fucking god ? come in ? how have you been??, she asks hugging me and showing me into her apartment. I felt like I was in a dream ? but this was no dream that I was likely to wake up and find a sticky mess in my undies Reviewom. This dream was surreal. A million things started going through my mind ? how the fuck did you end up working in this industry? How have you been? What have you been up to? Can I still fuck you? Who do you know that I still know? Is my private life now about to become a conversation topic with some of my Reviewiends over dinner? And the list went on. I could barely speak to her. As she was talking, I began then to absently wonder if she could tell that my face was going red ? the room temperature just seemed to rise by about 100 degrees.
But Sandy seemed unfazed ? she just launched into what she had been doing for the last 15 years, and within about 20 minutes I was feeling a lot more relaxed about the whole thing. 30 minutes later, we were in her bedroom and fucking like there was no tomorrow. I booked her for an hour and stayed the night. It was, by far and away, the best sex I?ve had in a long time. This is not to say that I haven?t had some great sex in previous years ? most of you know how great some of the good working ladies in Brisbane are (especially the ones who work off this site). This experience was different ? it was the complete head game that followed the whole thing. It was like 15 years of wanking over the same chick, only to discover that she lives next door and wants you to fuck her every hour. Ok ? so the metaphor is crass, but you get the idea. This was sex on tap ? and it was sex with someone who I had though about for many years.
So what?s the problem I hear you asking? Well, simply this: when I went home that next morning, and was sitting in my car driving, my brain began to think. Not only was the smell of her all over me, but was so was the image of her naked with her legs around my neck moaning in ecstasy. What the fuck have I just done? I?m still Reviewiends with most of the guys I went to high school with. I?m still Reviewiends with people who knew her back then ? and knew most of the guys she dated. In terms of degree?s of separation ? I think there is probably one or two jumps Reviewom people I know and still have a relationship with ? and people that know and still have a relationship with her. By the time I get home, however, I?ve resolved this issue in my head. ?There?s no way we can run into each other again. She wouldn?t still be talking to anyone who knew her back then ? and she certainly wouldn?t be telling them that she was WL now ? or that that?s how she ran into me again?. I was content. It sounded like a good answer.
Until last night.
We had a boys night out. It was great ? started at Ricks in the Valley and then moved over to the Red Garter. We stayed there for about an hour ? just long enough for a mate to get a lap dance (I hate the fucking things ? see earlier postings for my attitude on the lap dancing culture), and then headed for the Press Club. It wasn?t too busy (although there were a quite a few people there). We had just settled down at the bar when one of my mates screams a female name across the bar. It?s a name I haven?t heard in years, but still somehow, vaguely familure. The name happened to belong to the girl who was Sandy?s best Reviewiend in high school. Let?s call her Tracy. So Tracy walks over to where we are and within 40 minutes is talking about Sandy. I?m sitting there very uncomfortable and not saying a word. To be honest, I don?t think if I can tell you how this happened, but about 2 hours later, Tracy is on the phone to Sandy and inviting her to join us at the Press Club. Fear set in. ?What the fuck was I going to do? How was I going to play this??. I had no idea ? and there didn?t seem to be any easy way to get out of there. I was staying at mates house ? my car was parked there. In fact ? the more I thought about it ? my keys were inside his house. I was trapped. The thing we mp.nets fear the most was about to happen to me ? I was going to meet a WL that I had visited with my Reviewiends. My two worlds were about to collide. I sat there for some time drinking as much scotch as I could throw down my Gulliver. The only thing I seemed to achieve, however, was to accelerate the passage of time.
When Sandy walked in she was wearing some skin tight jeans and a huge wooly pull over. She was just as amazing as ever. ?Ok ? how do I play this?, my brain began to race. I reasoned that I was in the best place to take control of the situation ? as I knew she was coming ? she had no idea that I was going to be sitting there. I decided to take the initiative and set the tone. ?Hi Sandy ? remember me??, I said smiling, walking towards her. ?Narsisist right??, she said giving me a slight wink that only I could see. And Reviewom that moment on ? the night went perfectly. The group spent about 3 hours catching up and drinking and everything seemed to be going really well. I headed for the bar and Sandy followed. ?Wow ? that was intense huh??, she said coming up behind me. ?You?re not kidding?, I replied, turning to face her. Man she is goddess! ?So why haven?t you called me??, she said casually. My jaw dropped. ?It?s cool Nars?, she said, ?I know we know each other, but I still want to see you?.
So we went back to her place at the end of last night ? it was good. But now I?m home again and my brain is starting to think? This could get ugly.
So I guess I?m interested in hearing Reviewom some of you folks out there who may have had a similar experience. How bad can this get? My brain has already put together its own assessment of the situation ? and I?m thinking already that I need to avoid Sandy in both a social and professional context. On the other hand ? she is addictive and I?m not really sure that I could stop if I wanted to.
So I open up at this point and ask to hear some other stories like this one. I?m interested to know how they ended ? was it worth it. I?d like to hear Reviewom some WL?s who?ve come across guys they?ve known ? and how that?s played out for them.
Something a little different anyway.
Peace to you all.
Narsisist
I recently visited a lady who is just started working out of Kangaroo Point that I went to high school with. For reasons that will become clear later in this posting, I?m not going to be passing on any info about, nor am I going to post review. So why, dear Nars, are you posting this to the board??? Well, quite simply put, I?m interested in hearing if anyone else has a similar experience to mine and, to be honest, my brain has started a cycle of ?what ifs? that I?m curious about.
Ok ? so first the story.
I found her ad in the Courier Mail ? very standard ad (I was simply going down the list trying to find anyone who would pick the phone up). For the sake of this posting, lets call my Reviewiend Sandy (not her real name, nor the name she uses). So Sandy answers the phone and immediately I start thinking about this girl I knew in high school. Sandy sounded exactly like her (surprise, surprise Nars ? it was her!!) and that was enough for me to book an hour right then and there.
So I got in my car and drove over. All the way images of this girl that I had known in high school flashed through my mind. This girl was gorgeous ? in high school she had short blonde hair and was the fantasy of every guy in the school (including mine). When we were in high school, she had dated this guy who was an absolute dick ? I mean dick with a capitol ?D?. He was in a band ? had long hair ? played the guitar ? was able to fuck any girl he ever met. What made this guy even worse was that he was fucking Sandy on a daily basis (while fucking a couple of others at the same time). The only conversation I had ever had with Sandy was at my year 12 senior formal where she and this bloke she had been dating all year, had just had a massive fight. mpter talking to her for about 3 hours, I found out that he had rooted some chick in the bathrooms and she had busted him ? this was the reason they were fighting. It was funny ? in that 3 hour conversation we both realized that we had liked each other for the entire year, but both of us were in relationships (and suffering Reviewom the restrictions of morality and propriety ? something now absent Reviewom our adult lives). For almost 15 years mpter high school, I fantasied about what could have happened with Sandy that night ? if only I hadn?t as been as chivalrous. If I only I had the guts. A million ? ?if onlys?.
To say the least, nothing happened that night. I went home with my date ? Sandy with hers. 2 weeks later we graduated high school ? and we never saw each other again (until recently). I should mention, however, that about 2 years later Sandy put her picture into ?People? magazine as a home girl. Later she went on to have her own spread. At the time, all my high school buddies were floating those pictures amounst us at every get together or party we went to. I suppose in some ways, this contributed to my fantasies about Sandy.
By the time I got to Sandy?s apartment block in Kangaroo Point, I was absolutely convinced that this girl I had just booked, was actually going to be Sandy. Deep down I suspect that I knew I was pulling myself ? but the fantasy was driving me at this point. It?s strange ? even with this psycho babble that was going on in my head, I still wasn?t ready for what happened when she opened the door. As I came out the elevator, I had Sandy?s voice in my head, and the image of her in my senior year at high school. I knocked on the door. Waiting? waiting? waiting. I knock again. A glimpse of Sandy once more, then movement behind the door. ?This is it?, I tell myself, and remove the image out of my mind. But then the door opens and Sandy is standing there. And then it hit me ? ?Oh Fuck. I know this girl. I?ve wanted this girl for as long as I can remember?. ?Narsisist!?, she says (yeah ok ? not my real name, but you get the idea). ?Oh my fucking god ? come in ? how have you been??, she asks hugging me and showing me into her apartment. I felt like I was in a dream ? but this was no dream that I was likely to wake up and find a sticky mess in my undies Reviewom. This dream was surreal. A million things started going through my mind ? how the fuck did you end up working in this industry? How have you been? What have you been up to? Can I still fuck you? Who do you know that I still know? Is my private life now about to become a conversation topic with some of my Reviewiends over dinner? And the list went on. I could barely speak to her. As she was talking, I began then to absently wonder if she could tell that my face was going red ? the room temperature just seemed to rise by about 100 degrees.
But Sandy seemed unfazed ? she just launched into what she had been doing for the last 15 years, and within about 20 minutes I was feeling a lot more relaxed about the whole thing. 30 minutes later, we were in her bedroom and fucking like there was no tomorrow. I booked her for an hour and stayed the night. It was, by far and away, the best sex I?ve had in a long time. This is not to say that I haven?t had some great sex in previous years ? most of you know how great some of the good working ladies in Brisbane are (especially the ones who work off this site). This experience was different ? it was the complete head game that followed the whole thing. It was like 15 years of wanking over the same chick, only to discover that she lives next door and wants you to fuck her every hour. Ok ? so the metaphor is crass, but you get the idea. This was sex on tap ? and it was sex with someone who I had though about for many years.
So what?s the problem I hear you asking? Well, simply this: when I went home that next morning, and was sitting in my car driving, my brain began to think. Not only was the smell of her all over me, but was so was the image of her naked with her legs around my neck moaning in ecstasy. What the fuck have I just done? I?m still Reviewiends with most of the guys I went to high school with. I?m still Reviewiends with people who knew her back then ? and knew most of the guys she dated. In terms of degree?s of separation ? I think there is probably one or two jumps Reviewom people I know and still have a relationship with ? and people that know and still have a relationship with her. By the time I get home, however, I?ve resolved this issue in my head. ?There?s no way we can run into each other again. She wouldn?t still be talking to anyone who knew her back then ? and she certainly wouldn?t be telling them that she was WL now ? or that that?s how she ran into me again?. I was content. It sounded like a good answer.
Until last night.
We had a boys night out. It was great ? started at Ricks in the Valley and then moved over to the Red Garter. We stayed there for about an hour ? just long enough for a mate to get a lap dance (I hate the fucking things ? see earlier postings for my attitude on the lap dancing culture), and then headed for the Press Club. It wasn?t too busy (although there were a quite a few people there). We had just settled down at the bar when one of my mates screams a female name across the bar. It?s a name I haven?t heard in years, but still somehow, vaguely familure. The name happened to belong to the girl who was Sandy?s best Reviewiend in high school. Let?s call her Tracy. So Tracy walks over to where we are and within 40 minutes is talking about Sandy. I?m sitting there very uncomfortable and not saying a word. To be honest, I don?t think if I can tell you how this happened, but about 2 hours later, Tracy is on the phone to Sandy and inviting her to join us at the Press Club. Fear set in. ?What the fuck was I going to do? How was I going to play this??. I had no idea ? and there didn?t seem to be any easy way to get out of there. I was staying at mates house ? my car was parked there. In fact ? the more I thought about it ? my keys were inside his house. I was trapped. The thing we mp.nets fear the most was about to happen to me ? I was going to meet a WL that I had visited with my Reviewiends. My two worlds were about to collide. I sat there for some time drinking as much scotch as I could throw down my Gulliver. The only thing I seemed to achieve, however, was to accelerate the passage of time.
When Sandy walked in she was wearing some skin tight jeans and a huge wooly pull over. She was just as amazing as ever. ?Ok ? how do I play this?, my brain began to race. I reasoned that I was in the best place to take control of the situation ? as I knew she was coming ? she had no idea that I was going to be sitting there. I decided to take the initiative and set the tone. ?Hi Sandy ? remember me??, I said smiling, walking towards her. ?Narsisist right??, she said giving me a slight wink that only I could see. And Reviewom that moment on ? the night went perfectly. The group spent about 3 hours catching up and drinking and everything seemed to be going really well. I headed for the bar and Sandy followed. ?Wow ? that was intense huh??, she said coming up behind me. ?You?re not kidding?, I replied, turning to face her. Man she is goddess! ?So why haven?t you called me??, she said casually. My jaw dropped. ?It?s cool Nars?, she said, ?I know we know each other, but I still want to see you?.
So we went back to her place at the end of last night ? it was good. But now I?m home again and my brain is starting to think? This could get ugly.
So I guess I?m interested in hearing Reviewom some of you folks out there who may have had a similar experience. How bad can this get? My brain has already put together its own assessment of the situation ? and I?m thinking already that I need to avoid Sandy in both a social and professional context. On the other hand ? she is addictive and I?m not really sure that I could stop if I wanted to.
So I open up at this point and ask to hear some other stories like this one. I?m interested to know how they ended ? was it worth it. I?d like to hear Reviewom some WL?s who?ve come across guys they?ve known ? and how that?s played out for them.
Something a little different anyway.
Peace to you all.
Narsisist
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