I was awake early and was at the airport as the sun crept up from the horizon. I beat the business travelers into the sky on that lovely morning. I climbed out and headed southeast to Canada. Yep, southeast to Canada. I know, Canada is north. That’s what I always thought until I flight planned this jump. Now I was flying over Minnesota and Wisconsin and headed for Toronto, southeast.
Down below me was one of those places where the fight over Intelligent Design took place. 1,800 years ago, St. Augustine wrote that the Bible can't be read literally as we know the world wasn't created in six days. How come the Intelligent Desgn idiots don't know that? I had to laugh to myself that people still can’t tell the difference between science and religion, that some goofy people still think that religion is science. It is a shame that we could have a presidential candidate in America who says he doesn’t believe in evolution. That’s the same as having a president who says he doesn’t believe in electricity because it isn’t in the Bible.
You know, we look back at the Greeks and Romans, and we look at their anthropomorphic gods, and we feel superior. Imagine, we say smugly, thinking that thunder is Zeus’ weapon. Or that Bacchus resides in the wine. Silly! Except that we still think that God is transubstantiated into the wine in our religious practices. How free of ridiculous superstition are we, really? We get into trouble by taking visions, religions and other hallucinations too seriously. As Jefferson said, "Religions are all alike- founded upon fables and mythologies."
It bothers me that Universities teach something called Social Science or Political Science, as if these fuzzy subjects are anything at all like science. They aren’t. One of the hallmarks of a science is that any hypothesis is checked to see if it accords to reality. If it doesn’t, the hypothesis is tossed. Imagine if economics or political ‘science’ did that. They don’t, but imagine if they did.
Marxism would be gone right now. It only takes a room temperature IQ to see what a colossal failure Marxism was once it was implemented in the real world. Russia, China, Cuba, North Korea, Cambodia - everywhere it was tried it led to unbelievable hardships. And don’t get taken in by the line, it didn’t work because it wasn’t pure. Crap. The more ‘pure’ the attempt, the more awful the reality; read the history of Cambodia. The reason there never was a pure Marxist economy is that starvation set in so quickly the system had to change to prevent everyone, including the Marxist leaders, from dying. 90% of the food in Russia was produced on 10% of the land, the private plots; the non-Marxist economy.
Yet there are university professors in this country teaching Marxism as if it were valid. How in the hell can that be? The most casual observer of reality and Marxism knows that it was a horrible failure. Even so, social ‘scientists’ are allowed to teach it as if it were still a workable political theory.
Economics is no better. UCLA has an economic model that for five straight years predicted an economic downturn. It was wrong for five straight years. Did the economists at UCLA change the model? No, I just read in the paper that their model was predicting a downturn for the sixth straight year. Maybe this will be the year they will finally be right. Economists don’t have to worry that their ‘dismal science’ doesn’t have the least bit of relation to reality. It’s just another social science game they play. When those subjects are taught, they should be called fantasy, not science: Social Fantasies, Behavioral Fantasies, and Political Fantasies.
At one time, people believed that flies grew spontaneously from spoiled meat. This theory of spontaneous generation of life was accepted by scientists at the time. But other scientists have shown how flies actually breed and spontaneous generation has been shown to not accord with reality. If a science teacher started teaching spontaneous generation in a science class, she would be tossed for incompetence. Science is always checked against reality... unless the Bible said so. As an example of how these folks think, here is a quote from Mike Riddle on a Discovery Institute website, answersfromgenesis.com, "When a scientist’s interpretation of data does not match the clear meaning of the text in the Bible, we should never reinterpret the Bible. God knows just what He meant to say... So we should never think it necessary to modify His Word." In other words, ignore any plain facts which contradict their peculiar literal reading of the Bible.
That’s the difference between science and the fuzzy subjects: tangible proof and a provable relation to reality. That is also the difference between science and religion, reality. But the Fundamentalists want to corrupt science and make it into their version of religion, whether it is Intelligent Design or Creationism or whatever they will call it in the next attempt to pervert science away from reality and make it agree with their personal beliefs. I wish they would quit calling the fuzzy subjects a science. They have co-opted the name science, which represents things that work, and applied it to their disciplines, which never work. They aren’t and they probably never will be a verifiable science. Using the term science in relation to those subjects brings the term itself into disrepute and makes real science vulnerable to attack by people like the Intelligent Design wackos.
Science deals with knowable reality, religion deals with unanswerable questions like God, the soul, morality etc. Once a subject becomes knowable it is no longer a subject of religion and becomes one of science, astrology becomes astronomy when we actually learn facts about the universe and stars. So why is it that religion tries to pretend that their particular answer and no other answer to these fuzzy unknowable questions are are absolute truths? It's funny but scientists with their knowledge based of observable facts take everything with a grain of salt, we think this but we might be wrong, whereas religion with it's unanswerable questions based on no truth or facts, demand everyone believe them and never ask questions. The Intelligent Design wackos even attacked science by saying that scientists admit they don't have all the facts. What the ID idiots don't admit is they have no facts, only their personal religious beliefs that they want accepted as if they were facts. "Ridicule is the only weapon which can be used against unintelligible propositions. Ideas must be distinct before reason can act upon them; and no man ever had a distinct idea of the trinity. It is the mere Abracadabra of the mountebanks calling themselves the priests of Jesus," - Thomas Jefferson.
I shook my head to clear it as I flew over one of the Great Lakes. My flight took me over three of the Great Lakes, Michigan, Huron, and Ontario as I circled into Toronto for landing. At that altitude, I could see all of the way across, but they are still impressive bodies of water.
I had booked a room at the Renaissance Toronto Hotel, a 348-room hotel with 70 rooms overlooking Roger’s Field, home ballpark of the Toronto Blue Jays. During the trip planning, I saw that the Toronto team would be at home, so I booked a room at the hotel, not cheap, in one of those 70 rooms overlooking the field. I could lie in bed and watch the game from the privacy of my hotel room. I had also read that it wasn’t all that unusual to see, if you had powerful binoculars, that the guests in those rooms would sometimes entertain themselves as they watched the game. That was my plan.
I had found a willing lady on the Internet. Since sex between consenting adults, even if there is cash involved is legal in Canada, I planned to take advantage of the situation. I had booked time with the young lady before I arrived. She was scheduled to arrive an hour before first pitch and be there until after the game, even if it went extra innings. And I planned to get a little extra innings work in myself.
When I booked with the girl, I had planned to have her there for a quick tryst. I was surprised how inexpensive Toronto prices were until I realized that of course, legalization brought the prices down. Prohibition always increases the price. And the exchange rate favored the US dollar. So I booked her for half a day and I thought it was still a bargain.
She was a blonde, of Danish heritage, and very pretty. She was also a little older which was fine with me. Even though I have the same young girl fantasies as any other guy, let’s face it, until a woman hits 30 she doesn’t usually know the first thing about fucking. Until then, she’s always gotten by on her youth. They say a woman hits her sexual peak around 28 to 30. After that she’s got experience, technique, and her peak.
I got cleaned up and ready for Victoria. I had room service bring up some wine and hors d'oeurves as I watched the players below go through batting practice. It was hard to believe that in a few hours this place would be rocking with tens of thousands of fans. Right now, it seemed leisurely, like a Saturday afternoon in the park.
I had out some maps and reviewed the upcoming legs of the trip. I watched a little TV and found an adult movie that helped set the mood. The movie ended about twenty minutes before Victoria arrived. I was right ready for her when she showed up.
She looked pretty in the picture. She looked ravishing in person. “Hi, please come in.”
She came in and gave the suite a quick once over. She saw the floor to ceiling windows and went over. She turned back to me. “You’re kidding? We’re going to watch the ball game?”
I laughed, “Among other things.” She looked back out. I continued, “They really can’t see in.”
“Hmm, I guess not,” she said but the voice sounded unsure.
“Wine?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
“White or red?” I offered.
She smiled, “White.”
I poured us each a glass and handed hers to her. I held up mine, “To a beautiful woman.”
She blushed slightly and acknowledged the toast.
The dynamic of prostitution completely changes the relationship between man and woman. Usually, it is the woman who knows whether or not the man was going to get lucky. With the exchange of money the man knows and that leaves the woman without her usual advantage. She was nervous instead of being in charge. But, being the professional she was, she thrust that aside.
The other day I happened across an impassioned article by an escort excoriating all of the young girls providing the infamous Girlfriend Experience, GFE. For all you not in the know about the current state of commercial sex, men frequently request a GFE, a girlfriend experience. There is a lot of controversy among the ladies about doing it. Why?
First, what is a GFE? As the name implies it is a commercial sex encounter in which the woman treats the man more like a girlfriend would. It gained popularity from reviews posted on the Internet lauding a call girl that was more like a girl friend than a hooker. Pretty soon, guys all over were asking for a girlfriend experience. Often, this has been short-hand for kissing, but it doesn’t always involve kissing. A better definition is that the escort seems emotionally involved, that it is two people enjoying pleasing each other. This is in contrast to the ‘Old Hooker’ style where the women shuts off all emotions and isn’t much more that an animated blow up doll. The anonymity of the Internet allowed men to communicate with others about illegal sex without facing arrest and they began reviewing hookers. The Old Hooker attitude was what the men were trying to steer other men away from and to the few girls that were more like girlfriends.
In the article the old hooker commented that her clients weren’t getting her soul, as though her soul could be lost because her client enjoyed the sex. Overstatement perhaps but it does illustrate the powerful emotions involved. This attitude seems to go back a long way. Years ago I read a book about the prostitutes in the Gold rush towns of California, Soiled Doves available on Amazon for $4 as of this writing, which I recommend. There was a snippet of a letter from one of the girls and she made an eerily similar comment in a letter to her sister that the men could have her body for money but they couldn’t have her soul. Again, I wonder how the soul is involved in a simple sex act. Why does enjoying sex or making the man feel good about it make it so awful?
The emotions expressed by the Old Hooker were quite raw. She wanted the younger girls who were willing to do GFE run out of the business. Her monetary interests are obvious, lost revenue of men who want this particular service and are willing to pay for it won’t go to her. But the vehemence of her rhetoric far surpassed just lost sales. When I see a dispute where the emotions are so strong and yet, on the surface there doesn’t seem to be a good reason, it arouses my curiosity to dig into it and find the underlying but unstated reason. And so I did.
How is commercial sex different from free sex? Expense? That isn’t really different in the US. Women expect to be ‘wined and dined’ and shown appreciation before putting out. As Brenden Behan said, “The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less.” So it isn’t money. The big difference is that the commercial nature of prostitution puts the man in charge. And boy oh boy, is that completely different for us Americans. Here, women have been completely in charge of sex. Their monopoly is jealously guarded. The crime of rape has at times carried a death sentence and it is nothing more that the man taking charge of sex, a hideous perversion. I never could make sense of the Feminist assertion that prostitution is rape. After all, it is a completely voluntary contract by two adults. No force is involved. Why would anyone care what two adults do in private? But if you buy into the contention that anytime the man is in charge of sex it is rape, then it makes sense. I admit I find the position absurd but it does explain a lot of the nutty assertions by feminists like marriage is rape. Any control by the man over sex is rape. This explains the sexual harassment laws written by feminists which seek to emasculate men in the workplace – take away all of their power and leave women in charge through sex.
Now, let’s look back at our old hooker. Obviously, her turning off her emotions and pleasure is a covert way of maintaining control by thwarting the client’s pleasure. Making sure the man knows she got nothing from the sex is certainly a way of getting back at him for trying to usurp her dominance of sex. Now her emotional response to GFE makes sense since it is a reaction to a perceived threat to a basic social power structure, men getting control over a woman’s prerogative, being absolutely and unassailably in charge of sex. Her vehemence fits if this is really a power struggle where it didn’t make a lot of sense about how two women compete for clients. There was a lot more at stake for the old hooker than just clients, at least as she saw it. It is a threat to women’s power in society. I personally find it interesting that as our society moves towards women having more power in all of the other power structures of society there is a movement, at least in commercial sex, towards a more equal sexual position. Society does have a way of finding a balance for many things, even if it causes conniption fits for the old hookers and older feminists.
“Hungry?” I asked pointing at the tray.
“Yes, thank you,” she said, setting her glass down and walking up to me. She pushed me back onto the bed. She knelt between my legs. “We have an hour before the game. A little snack would be nice,” she said as she ran her hands up the inside of my thighs and onto my crotch. My cock sprang to attention. She noticed immediately, “Somebody likes the idea.”
Victoria licked her lips as she pulled my pants down and off. My cock sprang up and throbbed in anticipation. She smiled wickedly as she bent forward and took my cock in hand. Her blonde hair spread around like a golden halo as her mouth found the head of my cock.
“Oh God,” I moaned as I felt the wet heat of her lips engulf my cock. She slurped up my cock coating it with her saliva. Her hand slid up and down my cock as she suckled on the head. This girl knew cocks. I felt my balls pulling up against me already. Her mouth and hands found just the right rhythm, just the right pressure as she sucked and jacked on my cock. I hadn’t been laid in weeks, and hadn’t jacked off in days, and the pressure was there.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I cried out and threw my head back as my balls exploded and sent my cum blasting up into her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop or a stroke, sucking me until I was dry.
Her head lifted and she licked her lips. Holding my eye she said, “Nice. Now I’ll have some of those other appetizers.” She stood and headed off to the food.
I couldn’t move and could only watch. She wrapped her lips around some meat while looking at me. I swear, I was drained completely, but that look started bringing the system pressure back up. I joined her at the buffet.
By the time the pitcher threw the first pitch, I had recovered, and we were on the bed, all of our clothes tossed on the various pieces of furniture, and my lips locked onto her clitoris. She had a beautifully shaved twat, all pink and red and tasting like ambrosia. I crawled up over her and she deftly wrapped my whopper in a rubber. I eased my cock into her. I scored just as the Yankees scored. I swear the cheer that erupted felt like it was for me, spewing into this beautiful woman.
The cheering encouraged me to new heights. We fucked like bunnies. She gave as good as she got. We were both covered with a fine sheen as I erupted for the second time. Victoria got up and went into the bath returning with a towel to clean me up. Pampered, I smiled. She lay back next to me on the bed and we watched the game.
Those two shots had taken a lot out of me. Victoria started lightly stroking me about the sixth inning, but there was no response. I shrugged. She got up and brought wine and food over. We sat in the bed naked as jay birds and watched the game as we talked. Relaxed now that her ‘job’ was done, she was an intelligent and engaging partner. Born Canadian, she also had a different view of the world. It was fascinating to notice the subtle differences of being from a tiny country, population wise, which bordered a superpower.
The game ended with the Damn Yankees winning. The stadium quickly emptied. I still had several hours booked with Victoria. I asked her to select a movie. I expected she’d choose some first run thing. Instead, she went straight to the adult movies and picked one. She was still on the clock and intended that I get my moneys worth. Watching people fucking with a beautiful naked woman by my side caused the desired result. My cock hardened. Victoria smiled and leaned over, her warm wet lips caressing the head. I shuddered from the pleasure.
Once I was back to full staff, Victoria climbed on board and settled down over my cock. Having been satisfied so soon before, I had plenty of staying power. Victoria began moving slowly, working her pussy against me. I caressed her tits and nipples as she rocked her hips back and forth, the heat of her sliding over me. Victoria took her time slowly building up to her climax. It was exquisite pleasure for me, feeling her clasping my staff, but I had no urgency to reach my own culmination.
After a time, and truthfully caught up as I was I couldn’t tell you if it was five minutes or five hours, though I rather doubt that, Victoria began moving faster. Her hips jerked and shuddered, her eyes were closed her mouth open and her breath came in shuddering gasps. Her fingers clutched at my chest not quite leaving welts as she hit her climax.
She wasn’t done. After a pause her hip began moving again. That was only the first in what was a line of climaxes. Again and again, Victoria shuddered and moaned through another and another peak of pleasure. They were strung together almost as if she was having one long intense climax lasting minutes. I was mesmerized, never having seen a woman have cum after cum like this. Finally, she gasped and fell forward, completely wrung out by the experience.
I lay there caressing her as she recovered. After a time, she raised her head and asked, “Did you cum?”
“No, I was so amazed watching you I couldn’t. How many times did you cum?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t counting. Damn, that was good,” she said. I felt her muscles contract around my cock. “Hmm,” she said. “How can I make you cum?”
“Can you suck me?”
She smiled impishly. “Easy.” She slid off my cock and down until she was next to my cock. Her hand went round it, sliding up and down. “Don’t take long now,” she said smiling. Her lips went round the staff and she began sucking.
It was like an instant burst of erotic energy, seeing her sucking my wet slimy cock. One hand was playing with my balls while the other stroked my cock, and her mouth sucked ever more of the staff in. I felt the ripples begin as my head fell back. I let it all go, and my cum burst from my cock. Victoria sucked everything out of me until my cock hurt. I had to stop her, I was so sensitive.
She cleaned me up once again before dressing and leaving. She kissed me as she left, me still laid out on the bed. “Call me next time you’re in Toronto. Here’s my private number.” She left a small piece of paper with a phone number next to the bed. As she left, she turned back, “Good luck on your trip.”
“Thanks,” I said and my six-hour girlfriend was gone.
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