Stripping and Its Effects
A recent discussion prompted this one. The subject has been raised many times on TUSCL; here’s my take on it.
There was a time when I would have said “gimme the instant gratification” almost exclusively. Walk in, sift through the chaff to find the wheat, and go do our thing, or rather, *my* thing, then leave. Going to a club was a shopping trip, but one where I was just looking for a good mix of quality and bargain, not really “hunting.” There was still a class of stripper/hooker that was unacceptable to me, but the rest were pretty much ok.
Looking back, that changed around the turn of the century, when I realized I would probably be staying in Louisville for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of my *working* life.
At that point, with my wife working nights and the kids able to fend for themselves, I started spending more extended time in clubs, entire evenings instead of just a couple hours.
Of course, I’d always been aware that there was a group of girls who were unlikely to give me what I want, but I didn’t bother to spend a lot of time pursuing them beyond ascertaining that they wouldn’t. Why bother, when there are plenty who will?
But now, spending more time in clubs, sitting, drinking and bullshitting, it pretty rapidly became apparent that, while those girls weren’t on the market, some of them weren’t precisely *off* the market, either, however much convincing it might take.
My ATF and the MILF are two such. My ATF was a definite “no” for a long time, though we did a fair bit of cuddling and light necking. When I started spending less money on her, she noticed, and she’d gotten comfortable enough with me that she finally agreed to do more, and eventually meet OTC.
I’m sure there are probably more than a few people here who don’t believe that my ATF and I have the relationship that we do, but we do, and I can’t help but think that a big part of the reason for that is the fact that it took so long to get to the actual p4p part. I’ve come to believe, for reasons I’ve stated elsewhere, that I was the only one with whom she’d gone as far as we had. All in all, I’d have to say things worked out pretty well, if not as I’d ever have expected.
The MILF was even more definite, just a straight up “never gonna happen.” It took a long time, and then a moderate degree of persistence one day in a VIP. I started playing, just as I always did, but this time I pushed the envelope just a little bit. She put up a little initial resistance, covering herself with her hand when I kissed too close. Then, after a little cat and mouse, where I’d kiss her hand, then move away, then go back, I heard her whisper “ah, fuck it,” she moved her hand away and let me finish her off.
To be fair, it’s not the “chase” per se, but rather the satisfaction of *good* sex with a willing *and* enthusiastic partner that comes *after* the chase. I still go for the quick nut now and again, because, why not? But spending the time “chasing” a good one is way more appealing now.
There was a time when I would have said “gimme the instant gratification” almost exclusively. Walk in, sift through the chaff to find the wheat, and go do our thing, or rather, *my* thing, then leave. Going to a club was a shopping trip, but one where I was just looking for a good mix of quality and bargain, not really “hunting.” There was still a class of stripper/hooker that was unacceptable to me, but the rest were pretty much ok.
Looking back, that changed around the turn of the century, when I realized I would probably be staying in Louisville for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of my *working* life.
At that point, with my wife working nights and the kids able to fend for themselves, I started spending more extended time in clubs, entire evenings instead of just a couple hours.
Of course, I’d always been aware that there was a group of girls who were unlikely to give me what I want, but I didn’t bother to spend a lot of time pursuing them beyond ascertaining that they wouldn’t. Why bother, when there are plenty who will?
But now, spending more time in clubs, sitting, drinking and bullshitting, it pretty rapidly became apparent that, while those girls weren’t on the market, some of them weren’t precisely *off* the market, either, however much convincing it might take.
My ATF and the MILF are two such. My ATF was a definite “no” for a long time, though we did a fair bit of cuddling and light necking. When I started spending less money on her, she noticed, and she’d gotten comfortable enough with me that she finally agreed to do more, and eventually meet OTC.
I’m sure there are probably more than a few people here who don’t believe that my ATF and I have the relationship that we do, but we do, and I can’t help but think that a big part of the reason for that is the fact that it took so long to get to the actual p4p part. I’ve come to believe, for reasons I’ve stated elsewhere, that I was the only one with whom she’d gone as far as we had. All in all, I’d have to say things worked out pretty well, if not as I’d ever have expected.
The MILF was even more definite, just a straight up “never gonna happen.” It took a long time, and then a moderate degree of persistence one day in a VIP. I started playing, just as I always did, but this time I pushed the envelope just a little bit. She put up a little initial resistance, covering herself with her hand when I kissed too close. Then, after a little cat and mouse, where I’d kiss her hand, then move away, then go back, I heard her whisper “ah, fuck it,” she moved her hand away and let me finish her off.
To be fair, it’s not the “chase” per se, but rather the satisfaction of *good* sex with a willing *and* enthusiastic partner that comes *after* the chase. I still go for the quick nut now and again, because, why not? But spending the time “chasing” a good one is way more appealing now.
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Kinda a weak and short article where I don't see a major point being made - it's a discussion thread at best and I suspect written as an article for VIP purposes.