We need a Provider Appreciation Day...Not that it will ever happen, but it would be nice.

I don't think the issue is "provider appreciation," but just appreciation in general. I'm taking the provider aspect out of this. Providers, just like any of us, are more than what they do for a living. We are all people with personalities, ambitions and interests outside of this hobby, and this thread is just a reminder that we are all more than others sometimes see. I would say to the OP, as well as the other ladies on the board, you're all beautiful and appreciated as the women you are.

Consider this post a hug. No strings attached.

I feel you girl!!!

I come cheap....just send me a card that says

"Thanks for touching and sucking my dick, cuz my wife wont....cheers to you darling and those DSL"

Thanks for the thread sugar. If I ever get to Texas, been years....I will take you to the cheesecake factory....didn't know they had one in Dallas! ....been years since I been to Texas.

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Lisa

If that's what you want, I have no problem providing it. I will pick you up for a surprise dinner at a restraunt much nicer than the cheesecake factory. Flowers, suit, the whole deal. After dinner we go out for some dancing and cocktails, or something more low key like a show or movie. I open doors, am interested in what you have to say, your story. I'll hang off your every word trying to understand you that much better. Take you back to your house and open a bottle of wine and surprise you with a small but thoughtful gift. Let you relax as I draw you a bath with bath bombs and candles. While you bathe I'll bake some chocolate chip cookies from scratch and light candles around your bedroom. Pat you dry without groping and lead you to the bed where warm cookies and ice cream await. Have you lay down while I rub the tension away from your neck, back and feet until you drift off to sleep and I let myself out. Just dont expect me to pay 500 to 800 for the privelege. Originally Posted by DrZaius

How about just a gift card? ♥

I like my pets to worship me.

How about just a gift card? Originally Posted by *GoddessDallas*

Boo!

I don't think the issue is "provider appreciation," but just appreciation in general. I'm taking the provider aspect out of this. Providers, just like any of us, are more than what they do for a living. We are all people with personalities, ambitions and interests outside of this hobby, and this thread is just a reminder that we are all more than others sometimes see. I would say to the OP, as well as the other ladies on the board, you're all beautiful and appreciated as the women you are.

Consider this post a hug. No strings attached. Originally Posted by Hellion437

I needed a hug! Thank you!

I feel you girl!!!

I come cheap....just send me a card that says

"Thanks for touching and sucking my dick, cuz my wife wont....cheers to you darling and those DSL"

Thanks for the thread sugar. If I ever get to Texas, been years....I will take you to the cheesecake factory....didn't know they had one in Dallas! ....been years since I been to Texas.

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Lisa Originally Posted by lisa.lisa0302

Lol, you're awesome... that's what's up!


Note to the Negative Nancys I no longer respond to negativity. IJS.

A big hug from me to you pretty lady. You made my day for sure

Well... thank you for appreciating me! I'm just lucky to have a friend as cool as you are... Cool friends are hard to find these days.

You made my day too!

It's worked every since my right hand took pity on me the first time I masturbated to a Hustler magazine. Originally Posted by Von Spieler

I was a Penthouse guy myself

In high school a group of us were playing Dungeons & Dragons trying to come up with ways to get laid. We all came up with different schemes. One guy was going to pretend to be gay because he heard a few girls talking about being so hot and good they could turn a gay straight. Mine was to make a girl take pity on me after an accident. Oddly enough I was in a snow ski accident and partially paralyzed. I couldn't move but I could feel. Over a period of days motor skills above the waist returned and I could move my arms, hands, upper body but my legs wouldn't work. The Doctors said they would eventually recover. Many of my classmates, especially the lovely hot cheerleaders and other hot girls came to visit me. One gal I had a crush on was sitting on the bed next to me. As we chatted I became aroused, she noticed, looked at me and blushed the asked if I could feel anything or control it. In my head I'm thinking "fuck yeah" and made a puzzled look of concern on my face and said "I really can't tell." THE VON PITY FACTOR KICKS IN! She gave me my first blowjob. While doing it my toes and feet would twitch and my knee jerked when I came. She took credit for helping me recover.

In high school, I was pretty good friends with a girl who a few years later was the only girl to have a full page all to herself in Playboy's "Girls of the Southwest Conference" pictorial. (They were as spectacular as I had imagined them to be since seventh grade.) Along about that time, a friend told me she been quite active when we had been in high school. The friend expressed surprise that I hadn't known that "she was sleeping with everyone who lived in an odd-numbered house."

It was my luck to have lived at 910 W. Fourth Street. And my luck hasn't been much better since.

Every day I wake up and think that some provider is waiting for me to call her is Provider Appreciation Day for me. TGFP. I get so tired of self-service. LOL

Great idea....in one way or another it should definitely happen.

appreciation day for ME is when I get to see his face light up when I open the door
and he goes oh lord they are big ..lol

but Kitty purrrrr for me some more .....

Awww Gina, you bad ass, curves for days Fox... I'm eagerly waiting for you to come to Dallas and I am saving up all my purrs for you.

Every day we devote ourselves to pleasing others, doing whatever they want to do... putting our own sexual and emotional needs on a back burner to ensure our clients needs are met. We do things we may not be really into for people we'd probably never fuck if we didn't need the money. Over and over we get sexually teased, sometimes even close to an orgasm and get shut down right when it's feeling good because we couldn't come fast enough when the pressure to come on demand is what makes it so difficult to actually happen. We convincingly fake it while getting pounded from odd angles that bruise our walls , kidneys and bladder... we hop right up with a smile on our face to serve a warm wet washcloth for our partner to clean up comfortably with... we rush to put on clothing because when he's ready to go he won't be considerate and will open the door wide open so anyone outside can see you dressed or not. You scramble out of view, smile, thank him and generously tell him you hope to see him again.

You get so good at wearing a mask and being fake you shove your own needs further and further down. Inside you are lonely, you have no one to really talk to. Nobody to connect to on an emotional level. You don't trust anyone but stay on your guard expecting to be fucked over at any moment.

Your friends only call you when they want something from you.

Guys act interested in you as a person for some free pussy then never call you again whenever you do try to have a sex life outside the hobby.

You wonder if being independent is all it cracks up to be and you wonder if having a pimp and provider wife in laws could substitute for your family that's disowned you and left a void in your heart. You realize you may always be alone.

You contemplate if anyone would notice if you went missing.

You wonder if anyone would even care.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a day like a holiday... when your regulars buy you roses and take you to eat at The Cheesecake factory... if Hallmark had a section for Provider's Day cards and if people took the time to find us just the right one... then eagerly urged us to read theirs first...

Wouldn't it be great to be appreciated just once a year? Wouldn't it feel terrific if for just one day people were actually interested in what you had to say and sat down and wanted to watch your favorite movie without groping on you and insisting you stop watching it to please their needs...

It will never happen, I know. But at least it's something to think about...

How many old fat guys would you like to fuck for free?

I care about my customers and do nice things for them because they pay my bills. I just want common courtesy back from them.

You sound very entitled.

Its a business, you choose to get into.

How many old fat guys would you like to fuck for free?

I care about my customers and do nice things for them because they pay my bills. I just want common courtesy back from them.

You sound very entitled.

Its a business, you choose to get into. Originally Posted by Red Tex

If you're bored check her history and you'll see her talking about her aristocratic upbring. Somehow after years of sucking and fucking strangers to pay rent she hasn't figured out those days are long gone.

your ip sounds a lot like my job. Accountant.