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kiss my ass, not my lips Any of you who have seen the movie “Pretty Woman” might remember that Julia Roberts played a lady-for-hire who falls in love with a . Or maybe it’s the other way around; he falls for her. Either way, there’s a moment where they are still and when Julia Roberts is explaining her rules, or limits, one of which is that she does not allow kissing on the mouth. In her words; it is too intimate. I have a similar rule, but not for the same reason. I don’t mind that the act of kissing someone is intimate I just don’t like that, in general, men have stinky breath and are bad kissers. I’m open to, and willing to do quite a bit with men, but kissing is not one of them. That’s not stated outright in my profile on rentmasseur, for example, but I usually make it clear pretty quickly when I finally meet a in person. I have 0 / zero desire to share that specific level of intimacy. There are no maybes or ifs in my proclamation; I do not like it and will not do it. Yet so many men still push me to, and even try to get away with stealing a kiss sometimes. I know and understand it’s mostly a power game, but I don’t enjoy playing it. You can maybe guess, before I continue typing, what this post is going to be about then. Yes, some decided to try and kiss me, and it not only angered me, it threatened to ruin the entire session. After he voiced his deep desire, and I made it clear I did not kiss men, he tried to steal one anyways. When I didn’t violently pull away I guess he saw it as some unspoken signal to push his luck and try to stick his tongue in my mouth. My anger flared but I think my reaction was professional and reasonable. Understanding the situation I was in, and the job I was doing, I tried to be light about it, not confrontational. His reaction was to literally roll over and turn his back on me, like a pouting . I honestly couldn’t believe I was seeing this sort of thing from a man older than myself by at least a decade, but I couldn’t just bail on the situation. Not only would I have been out a payday, he’d arranged for my transportation to his home, which meant I was kind of stuck. Sure, I could have left and called a taxi, or ride share or whatever, but I was more interested in the money. Plus, when it comes to human sexuality I oftentimes don’t mind a challenge. Without getting graphic I’ll just say that the session ended quite well. He was thrilled, I could come stay at his house any time I wanted to just get away from things, blah blah blah. It was one of the more difficult, uncomfortable situations I’ve been in, and I was grateful when it was over and I was on my way home. The guy tipped well, which was nice, but he also gave the Uber driver the wrong address to deliver me to, and by the time I paid attention enough to realize it he already had another fare lined up. Rather than cause a fuss, I just had him drop me off and I walked the rest of the way home. It felt like a fitting end to the night of folly, if I’m being honest. It gave me time to reflect, decompress and eventually laugh it off. Things could be better, and likely they’ll get worse, so better just enjoy the journey as much as I can.  |
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