The other day, as is so often the case among nostalgic Punters in a chatty mood, we were talking about women, particularly whores and post-trump pseudo-cuddles, “Fucking cuddles” I feel like saying.

Maybe it’s just that, personally, I don’t really care much about “cuddles” in general, but sometimes I just can’t understand the morbid need some people have for the infamous GFE (Girlfriend Experience, for the uninitiated). I understand the desire to create a sense of rapport and chemistry with young escorts—that’s part of the game, and if there’s even a bit of genuine connection, the final experience will surely be better.
But if these so-called “cuddles” are also purchased with money in these cases, then I ask myself: What meaning can they possibly have?
As I see it—none. Because if you agree on a “cuddly” session before even meeting the girl, then even if, by chance, she actually feels like exchanging some more or less sincere affection with you, you’ll always assume she’s doing it just because you specifically asked for it and she’s simply a good professional.
And yet I know that some punters avoid certain girls simply because they don’t offer this kind of behavior as part of the standard menu—often missing out on truly satisfying experiences with very beautiful women, who later turn out to be fun and, once you get to know them better, even more affectionate than they seemed outside the room.
I just don’t get this whole idea of a “pre-agreed GFE.” I don’t see the need for it.

In truth, even the wild and unfriendly attitude of certain ladies in some FKK sauna clubs or other brothels does have its upsides:
For example, it narrows down the pool of choices, thus making it easier to select the more deserving and pleasant escorts. It also provides valuable insights for novice punters, who learn more quickly how to spot the “smoke and mirrors saleswomen”—in other words, the so-called “missiles”—before even stepping into the room. After all, it’s all a matter of experience.
The fact that some young escorts are more rebellious and less sweet or cuddly than others is, in my opinion, a great incentive for what I like to call “a good, dirty fuck” (or PSE, for those who prefer the acronym), like when you’re looking for someone who gets on your nerves—not just in the literal, physical sense, but also in the figurative one—because for a truly dirty aggressive fuck you need someone you find physically attractive but who also kind of pisses you off, like when you come across one who approaches you with the classic: “Hii babeee! I give you nice blowjooob! Let’s go to the roooom!” and you, blissfully relaxed and just back in the lounge—maybe after firing off the first shot of the day—walk up to her and stroke her skin, because you do like her body after all. So you gently take her hands in yours as a sign of peace(for the more refined and romantic types, there’s always the option of an elegant hand kiss—a timeless classic that never goes out of style)and with the utmost politeness, you reply: “Umm… yeah, no thanks. Maybe later—my dick’s on strike at the moment.”.

At this point, if the young escort responds just as politely, you put her on your waiting list. Then, before taking her to a private room, you have a little chat to see if your first impression was right.

If, on the other hand, her response is something like:
“Ugh… what a drag…” or “Why are you even here if you’re not gonna fuck…” or “Yeah, whatever, bye…” — or even just a simple grimace of contempt mixed with frustration over yet another rejection — in that case, you put the bitchy girl on the “bitchy girls list.”
Then you come back for her at the right moment—meaning when you’re in the mood for the infamous TrombataCattiva© (DirtyFuck, for those who don’t speak italian ^^).
At that point, you have to grab her from her spot without warning, motioning her toward the rooms with a wave of your hand or even just nodding sharply, all while giving her a solid smack on the ass before going into the room, followed immediately by a simple but meaningful:
“Let’s go, I’m in the mood for a HolySheep®.”

…And if, after the HolySheep®, the girl in question wants to stick around for a bit to exchange fleeting gestures of affection before heading back into the hellish chaos, well, at least you can reasonably suspect that deep down she feels some sympathy for you. Maybe she really needs a bit of kindness from a gentle man, or a few sweet words in her troubled life as a brothel prostitute.

But even these are thoughts too heavy for us fearless and carefree fuckers. Maybe it’s better to just enjoy the sheep without asking unnecessary questions—because in the end, if you’re not careful, you might end up paying for them too. ^^

Enjoy the rest of your day, my dear “TenderPricks!”