Originally Posted by
fancyinheels
Nobody has ever asked me for a risque refund, but 4 times in 11 years of happy ******ing I've voluntarily stopped sessions, returned all or part of the donations, and sent the gents on their ways. It was obvious that we weren't connecting on the right level.
The first was a foreign fellow in his 20s who dropped his clothes less than a minute after the door closed and while I was pouring drinks, pinched my Fancy fanny hard enough to leave a bruise, then BIT my lip in the introductory kiss and drew blood! No, sir, just grab your envelope, turn around and leave right now, naked if you have to before my stiletto ends up somewhere that requires an ER to remove!
Another was a gent of 30 who had just gotten out of the military after a stint in the desert overseas, seemed "far away" and detached, just going through the motions. I theorized that he needed something that I couldn't give him, and I recommended he take some time to himself and get used to civilian life again, perhaps seek out some PTSD counseling. We talked for the rest of the time booked, and while I could have kept his money, I sent him off with his entire donation and my best wishes.
A different, but again, far younger lad called me "Mommy" at a rather delicate moment with Fancy on her knees (he's lucky I didn't choke up and clamp my chompers down!), and also wanted me to "change" him (he whipped out a diaper from a bag he had brought!), and that sent the mood plummeting immediately for me. No, dear, choose someone who's into that sort of thing and advertises so, please. (I've never changed a diaper and intend to hold on to that record, and only my wee woofs may regard me as mutt mother material.)
And lastly, there was the young man who wanted the experienced older woman "Graduate" fantasy, only no slow, sensual seduction and erotic education took place; he plowed me like a dry farm, pummeled me as if I was a trampoline, and twisted me like Gumby. I'm not an Olympic marathon event! I had to end the session early before something got bent the wrong way!
And if anybody ever wondered WHY I don't entertain Hobbyists under 40, there you have it.