Before this thread get's shelved at the Smithsonian. . .
It is a provocative discussion prompt, even if it is based on an archived reflection.
So many folks get tied up in the alphabet soup and what is on and off the menu of a given provider, they forget the sort of Gestalt description of the true GFE.
Without knowing this gent's past, I thought it was a fabulous notion he brings here. I could never put the same thought--it is like we need a new word--into public consideration myself until I read his post.
The "E" for the hobbyist just may be the real "O" for all of us that play.
I have been doing this for over twenty years. You can get into a rut. Then you meet a true boredom-buster. A provider, for whatever reason, just pleasantly surprises you with subtle seduction, a wonderful time BCD, but more importantly, that buzz that still electrifies you on the drive home or lights out if it was an outcall. Then, even when it would normally pass, you still have that lingering tingle when your head lifts from the pillow the next day, and flashes of the encounter bring a smile to your face as you wake up.
That is the true GFE for me.
Funny, I think the title hit me, because I just had such an encounter. To give you an idea of how intense it was, wordsmith and review whore that I am, I am finding it difficult to write the review.
I will write, but it will be an epic, so the words have to percolate a bit. . .let's be honest, I can't type so well with a big, shit-eating grin and a surging erection that I haven't had since I was a teen--that happens, every time I start to write it.
Just thinking about the way her thighs whispered as they moved on the bed. . .
Damn, I need masturbate now. . .
I will write it. . .for now, I will give you the name: Becca Blossoms
Do a search if you don't feel like waiting for me to get the right words.
--Anon