My Private Diary
Cary Rose, Yours Excusively
My Private Diary
"You get what you pay for?"
Is a lady who asks a higher price for her time better than one who asks for less? I imagine the seasoned hobbyist would know very well that it is not necessarily price that determines the quality of a woman. There are many companions and escorts who emphasize that the higher the price, the better the companionship. They also state that a hobbyist is "crazy" to pay a higher price for a lady who does not have a "perfect" appearance. Ohhh, my aching head!
I am amazed at the stupid things written by some people who think that denigrating others will make themselves look better. They place themselves on the same level as a simple transaction with trite statements like, "I am witty;" "I am beautiful;" I am educated;" and "I am this or that," never realizing that what they write reveals far more than they intend.
I cannot imagine anyone being idiotic enough to believe that a simple dollar amount chosen by a woman could determine her level of "perfection." Define perfection please? It is an impossible task. Every man and woman on earth has a different idea of perfection. Each breath we take, every moment that passes, is unique and never to be experienced again.
Perfection is found in the joining of two hearts, bodies, and minds. Perfection cannot be quantified. It cannot be bound to any amount of money, or to physical characteristics. If you are wise, you have already been doing some research. You have looked at reviews, evaluated what the lady says about herself, and how she says it. You have decided how much importance to place on her photos, and how much to place on her personality. You may have written or called to get acquainted.
Making It Personal
I am not perfect. I am a woman with flaws. I do not strive for perfection. I merely enjoy the time I share with you. If you have chosen me, then I am pleased and therefore excited to meet you. You have complimented me with your desirous intentions. How could I not respond in kind?
I still despise a bargainer, so don't get any ideas. You don't get what you pay for, you get what you deserve.
I am amazed at the stupid things written by some people who think that denigrating others will make themselves look better. They place themselves on the same level as a simple transaction with trite statements like, "I am witty;" "I am beautiful;" I am educated;" and "I am this or that," never realizing that what they write reveals far more than they intend.
I cannot imagine anyone being idiotic enough to believe that a simple dollar amount chosen by a woman could determine her level of "perfection." Define perfection please? It is an impossible task. Every man and woman on earth has a different idea of perfection. Each breath we take, every moment that passes, is unique and never to be experienced again.
Perfection is found in the joining of two hearts, bodies, and minds. Perfection cannot be quantified. It cannot be bound to any amount of money, or to physical characteristics. If you are wise, you have already been doing some research. You have looked at reviews, evaluated what the lady says about herself, and how she says it. You have decided how much importance to place on her photos, and how much to place on her personality. You may have written or called to get acquainted.
Making It Personal
I am not perfect. I am a woman with flaws. I do not strive for perfection. I merely enjoy the time I share with you. If you have chosen me, then I am pleased and therefore excited to meet you. You have complimented me with your desirous intentions. How could I not respond in kind?
I still despise a bargainer, so don't get any ideas. You don't get what you pay for, you get what you deserve.
You Brought Good French Wine
As you poured the wine, I watched it swirl into my goblet. Ahhh! The scent was tantalizing! I held up the glass, letting the sunlight catch the glorious deep plum of the wine. Once again, a French vineyard conquered my senses. You raised your glass, murmuring a toast. Crystal rang on crystal, and as the gentle chime ended, we sipped. Your eyes widened in surprise, met mine, and stayed.
As I swallowed, your eyes drifted downward with the wine. A hot wave of desire follows the path you take, and I revel in the sudden pleasure of your hand on my thigh. I lean toward you, giving you a long glimpse of pale shapely breasts. In turn, I see your pupils dilate in anticipation. Your body quickens as I put my hand, oh so gently, on your arm. The very air around us is rigid, ripe with building erotic tension.
I set my glass down, take yours, and set it beside mine.
As I swallowed, your eyes drifted downward with the wine. A hot wave of desire follows the path you take, and I revel in the sudden pleasure of your hand on my thigh. I lean toward you, giving you a long glimpse of pale shapely breasts. In turn, I see your pupils dilate in anticipation. Your body quickens as I put my hand, oh so gently, on your arm. The very air around us is rigid, ripe with building erotic tension.
I set my glass down, take yours, and set it beside mine.
Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!
Fans of Bullwinkle know what comes next. Bullwinkle pulls a roaring lion out of his hat.
"I take a size 7 and a 1/2" says Bullwinkle.
Today, I pulled the lion out of my hat. It was the biggest scariest loudest lion I ever heard in my life! (So I told my neighbors when they asked what all the roaring downstairs was about). We were having a little role play that got out of hand.It all began with some mint lubricant and a condom. In the days before condoms (some of us remember those days) there was no such thing as mint lubricant.
The maid (me) was cleaning around the Master (him) when she accidentally-on-purpose dropped a box of condoms on the floor in front of his chair. As she (I) bent over (deliberately exposing a fair amount of soft white flesh), he also bent over to pick up the box.The timing being what it was, his face collided with her nether parts as she swung into position to accidentally-on-purpose tantalize him.Things went from bad (good) to worse (even better) as she begged his forgiveness for her clumsiness, making sure she exposed a fair amount of cleavage in the process.
The Master, clad in only a smoking jacket and slippers, carefully set down his pipe and removed one of his slippers. "You, my little Maid, deserve to be punished."
"Oooooooohhhhh" she (I) squealed! (Fun, fun, fun!!!) Correcting her demeanor, she assumed a frightened expression. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Kneel down woman."Kneeling down...she surreptitiously reached into her pocket and brought out a jar of green mint-flavored gel.As he swung her around, preparing to bend her over his knee for a proper spanking (she was already getting wet), she opened the jar and scooped out a generous dollop of the gel, swiftly turned and reached under his jacket to splat all of it onto his cock and balls.The most satisfying scream followed the splat! Things went uphill from there....
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...Dudley Do-Right impatiently waited his turn.
"I take a size 7 and a 1/2" says Bullwinkle.
Today, I pulled the lion out of my hat. It was the biggest scariest loudest lion I ever heard in my life! (So I told my neighbors when they asked what all the roaring downstairs was about). We were having a little role play that got out of hand.It all began with some mint lubricant and a condom. In the days before condoms (some of us remember those days) there was no such thing as mint lubricant.
The maid (me) was cleaning around the Master (him) when she accidentally-on-purpose dropped a box of condoms on the floor in front of his chair. As she (I) bent over (deliberately exposing a fair amount of soft white flesh), he also bent over to pick up the box.The timing being what it was, his face collided with her nether parts as she swung into position to accidentally-on-purpose tantalize him.Things went from bad (good) to worse (even better) as she begged his forgiveness for her clumsiness, making sure she exposed a fair amount of cleavage in the process.
The Master, clad in only a smoking jacket and slippers, carefully set down his pipe and removed one of his slippers. "You, my little Maid, deserve to be punished."
"Oooooooohhhhh" she (I) squealed! (Fun, fun, fun!!!) Correcting her demeanor, she assumed a frightened expression. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Kneel down woman."Kneeling down...she surreptitiously reached into her pocket and brought out a jar of green mint-flavored gel.As he swung her around, preparing to bend her over his knee for a proper spanking (she was already getting wet), she opened the jar and scooped out a generous dollop of the gel, swiftly turned and reached under his jacket to splat all of it onto his cock and balls.The most satisfying scream followed the splat! Things went uphill from there....
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...Dudley Do-Right impatiently waited his turn.
He walked in without knocking...
...as I set the kettle on the stove for tea. "Hey there! What a nice surprise!
Would you like some tea?" We stood companionably in the kitchen, each trying
not to think of the other as anything more than sister and brother-in-law to
each other.
Abruptly, he left me sipping steaming tea, and headed into my bedroom, "I'll
be right back, don't move." I heard rustling and a couple of muffled clumps.
"Turn your back to me now and don't ask any questions. Just trust me, okay?"
Obediently, I turned. Hands on my shoulders, warm. My knees went liquid, and
I slumped backward into his chest (bare!). Unzipping my skirt, he let it
fall in a cloud around my feet and turned me around to face him. All I could
do was watch as his lips captured mine in a kiss that took away the last of
my defenses. My hand slipped downward, as I stepped out of my skirt, heels
gently clack-clacking.
An indrawn breath, a sigh, and I led him by his hardened manhood to my bed.
Cary Sweetie 2007
Would you like some tea?" We stood companionably in the kitchen, each trying
not to think of the other as anything more than sister and brother-in-law to
each other.
Abruptly, he left me sipping steaming tea, and headed into my bedroom, "I'll
be right back, don't move." I heard rustling and a couple of muffled clumps.
"Turn your back to me now and don't ask any questions. Just trust me, okay?"
Obediently, I turned. Hands on my shoulders, warm. My knees went liquid, and
I slumped backward into his chest (bare!). Unzipping my skirt, he let it
fall in a cloud around my feet and turned me around to face him. All I could
do was watch as his lips captured mine in a kiss that took away the last of
my defenses. My hand slipped downward, as I stepped out of my skirt, heels
gently clack-clacking.
An indrawn breath, a sigh, and I led him by his hardened manhood to my bed.
If You Question Why
The other day, I received an email from a nice man who wanted to see me. Very rarely, when I ask for a reference, I receive a hostile reply. Until now, I have ended up ignoring the guy and moving on to other things. This time, I felt the need to share a little with him. I do not know if it changed his mind at all, but I thought I would post it here so others might benefit from it.
Him:
Hi there how are you? Just moved to Raleigh and I saw your ad I wanted to say hello. Are you in Raleigh this weekend?
Cary:
Hello, I am great. How are you? Yes, I am in Raleigh this weekend. I hope your move went smoothly.
Him:
I am good just working right now. I work out of my apt so its very cool. The move went well I have only be down here for about 3 weeks. But I have nothing going on tonight and I know no body down here so I am anticipating a boring Saturday evening LOL damn that sucks. But I saw your ad and you sounded great figured I would reach out. I am off of XXXXXXXXX. Are you near that area?
Cary:
We are about 20 minutes apart. Do you have a couple of references? Can you use my handy-dandy contact form to let me know how long you would like to meet, and a few other minor details? Here is my link: http://caryroseromance.com
Him:
i went to link but i didnt see a reference area. anyway i just moved here from New York two weeks ago so I wouldn't have any references anyway.
(At this point I am thinking "DUHHHHH, can you read? This is BS).
Cary:
Sure you would! They do not have to be local references hon. You will find the reference area on the "Make a Date" page.
Him:
anything this complicated is not worth it, sorry sweetie good luck
Cary:
That is what I thought you would say...and the same to you. It's a shame a man would waste so much time pussyfooting around having to fill out a form and provide references. If he were really a legitimate gentleman hobbyist, he would have already done so. I like a man who can step up to the plate and hit a home run. Have a good evening...Cary
Him:
sweetie what references are talking about? do you want my parents phone number? this is not something i do often. women i have met in the past have been one time and very discreet. most never use there real name and neither did I. They wouldn't even know who i was even if you contacted them. its a silly request to ask for references. if you are that paranoid then you are in the wrong business. I'm not interviewing for a job. if anything you should be supplying me with references. Goodnight and good luck
Cary:
That other email left me with a bad taste in my mouth. It sounded as though I had no right to ask for a reference, as though I should never be concerned with my own safety. I am not paranoid. I am safe, and I plan to keep it that way. I only see men who are considerate of my safety, not just their own.
After three years in this business, I have found there is a definite line drawn between men who do not offer references and men who do.Anyone who takes the time to read my site will know what I am about before contacting me, whether they are new, or not. I have met some very nice men who had never done this before because they were willing to share a bit about themselves. I don't want to know all their personal information and sometimes I just meet them for coffee to get acquainted. It depends upon their attitude, and the gut feeling I get about them.
Men who do not offer references, and have already seen other women, are also very likely to be dangerous men. Women who do not ask for references are generally women who do not know the meaning of GFE, have been in trouble, or are about to be. If they rely completely upon their gut feeling, their days are numbered. Either they will get in trouble, or they will be beaten or killed by a violent man. I have no wish to be caught in any of those scenarios. That, again, is not paranoia. That is reality.
GFE is not something I offer lightly. I do offer a part of myself to each man I decide to meet. I do not take every Tom, Dick, and Harry off the street. That is how I maintain not only my own safety, but that of all my clients. I am, and have been, disease and drug free all my life.I come from an upper middle-class background. If all a man wants is to get laid, he can move on to the next poor burned out woman on his list.
I say burned out because that is what she will be, if she continues to accept men who care nothing for them beyond a fast in and out. I learned, I hope they do too. I believe that one should never forget that everyone around us has feelings, even while we guard ourselves from harm. So, I hope you find the best in yourself, one day. I wouldhave loved to help you on that journey.
Sweet kisses, Cary Rose
Him:
Hi there how are you? Just moved to Raleigh and I saw your ad I wanted to say hello. Are you in Raleigh this weekend?
Cary:
Hello, I am great. How are you? Yes, I am in Raleigh this weekend. I hope your move went smoothly.
Him:
I am good just working right now. I work out of my apt so its very cool. The move went well I have only be down here for about 3 weeks. But I have nothing going on tonight and I know no body down here so I am anticipating a boring Saturday evening LOL damn that sucks. But I saw your ad and you sounded great figured I would reach out. I am off of XXXXXXXXX. Are you near that area?
Cary:
We are about 20 minutes apart. Do you have a couple of references? Can you use my handy-dandy contact form to let me know how long you would like to meet, and a few other minor details? Here is my link: http://caryroseromance.com
Him:
i went to link but i didnt see a reference area. anyway i just moved here from New York two weeks ago so I wouldn't have any references anyway.
(At this point I am thinking "DUHHHHH, can you read? This is BS).
Cary:
Sure you would! They do not have to be local references hon. You will find the reference area on the "Make a Date" page.
Him:
anything this complicated is not worth it, sorry sweetie good luck
Cary:
That is what I thought you would say...and the same to you. It's a shame a man would waste so much time pussyfooting around having to fill out a form and provide references. If he were really a legitimate gentleman hobbyist, he would have already done so. I like a man who can step up to the plate and hit a home run. Have a good evening...Cary
Him:
sweetie what references are talking about? do you want my parents phone number? this is not something i do often. women i have met in the past have been one time and very discreet. most never use there real name and neither did I. They wouldn't even know who i was even if you contacted them. its a silly request to ask for references. if you are that paranoid then you are in the wrong business. I'm not interviewing for a job. if anything you should be supplying me with references. Goodnight and good luck
Cary:
That other email left me with a bad taste in my mouth. It sounded as though I had no right to ask for a reference, as though I should never be concerned with my own safety. I am not paranoid. I am safe, and I plan to keep it that way. I only see men who are considerate of my safety, not just their own.
After three years in this business, I have found there is a definite line drawn between men who do not offer references and men who do.Anyone who takes the time to read my site will know what I am about before contacting me, whether they are new, or not. I have met some very nice men who had never done this before because they were willing to share a bit about themselves. I don't want to know all their personal information and sometimes I just meet them for coffee to get acquainted. It depends upon their attitude, and the gut feeling I get about them.
Men who do not offer references, and have already seen other women, are also very likely to be dangerous men. Women who do not ask for references are generally women who do not know the meaning of GFE, have been in trouble, or are about to be. If they rely completely upon their gut feeling, their days are numbered. Either they will get in trouble, or they will be beaten or killed by a violent man. I have no wish to be caught in any of those scenarios. That, again, is not paranoia. That is reality.
GFE is not something I offer lightly. I do offer a part of myself to each man I decide to meet. I do not take every Tom, Dick, and Harry off the street. That is how I maintain not only my own safety, but that of all my clients. I am, and have been, disease and drug free all my life.I come from an upper middle-class background. If all a man wants is to get laid, he can move on to the next poor burned out woman on his list.
I say burned out because that is what she will be, if she continues to accept men who care nothing for them beyond a fast in and out. I learned, I hope they do too. I believe that one should never forget that everyone around us has feelings, even while we guard ourselves from harm. So, I hope you find the best in yourself, one day. I wouldhave loved to help you on that journey.
Sweet kisses, Cary Rose
The Problem In Being Beautiful
While I am not a classic beauty, I have been told that I am beautiful for three years. I have heard it so many times that I now know deep down that I am beautiful. I thought I was plain and unattractive all my life. I worried about being fat, even when I was slender and fit.Now, instead of looking down, I walk tall, seeing all that I was missing.
I see men of every age, shape, and race looking back at me, wanting to catch my eye. They open doors, go out of their way to help with my luggage, and ask me for my number. I get unexpected gifts and flowers, and I am made to feel special.Is all this attention because I suddenly took a pretty pill? I don’t think so. I have learned most of the little things women do and say to let a man know he is appreciated. I have seen how men love to be with a confident woman. I am glad I did not die without ever knowing how this feels.
A late blooming rose is as lovely as an early bud. The scent is full and spicy, not a delicate fragrance, but one that evokes desire and passion. That is how being beautiful, and knowing it is true, has changed me.
I see men of every age, shape, and race looking back at me, wanting to catch my eye. They open doors, go out of their way to help with my luggage, and ask me for my number. I get unexpected gifts and flowers, and I am made to feel special.Is all this attention because I suddenly took a pretty pill? I don’t think so. I have learned most of the little things women do and say to let a man know he is appreciated. I have seen how men love to be with a confident woman. I am glad I did not die without ever knowing how this feels.
A late blooming rose is as lovely as an early bud. The scent is full and spicy, not a delicate fragrance, but one that evokes desire and passion. That is how being beautiful, and knowing it is true, has changed me.
Across the Room
His face was averted the first time he caught my eye. It was his long hair that I noticed first, then the bulge in his pants. My lover, you noticed him too. You pointed, ordering, “Go f*ck him.”
The threads of "Oye Como Va" followed me as I wound my way across the room to him. He looked up just as I leaned in to kiss his lips. They were warm and slightly hard, a man's lips. He drew back in surprise, then returned my favor with more of the same."I am going to f*ck you now." He read my lips.
I took his hand and led him down a dim hallway. The air was cool on my bare back. I felt his eyes on my ass, followed by his other hand. I leaned back against the wall and put my hand on his cock, fitting into the curve of his arms...My lover, were you watching me? Did you see how he rose under my hand and lips? Did you see me? What will you plan for me next?
The threads of "Oye Como Va" followed me as I wound my way across the room to him. He looked up just as I leaned in to kiss his lips. They were warm and slightly hard, a man's lips. He drew back in surprise, then returned my favor with more of the same."I am going to f*ck you now." He read my lips.
I took his hand and led him down a dim hallway. The air was cool on my bare back. I felt his eyes on my ass, followed by his other hand. I leaned back against the wall and put my hand on his cock, fitting into the curve of his arms...My lover, were you watching me? Did you see how he rose under my hand and lips? Did you see me? What will you plan for me next?
A Day Well Spent...
This afternoon you begged me to give you what I would give my lover. My response left you in a sweating exhausted, but very happy pile of spent manhood, curled up against my silken body among the sheets. You lay there, sated and already beginning to think of the drive home. I was thinking of next time, and how I would take you further into the fantasy we discussed on the phone early this morning. After you rose and dressed to leave, I pulled your head down to my lips and gave you a reason to return soon. Your lips were warm; I tasted me on you. I reminded you to go and wash. You smiled and said, “No, I want to take it home and savor the scent of you tonight.” Sexy man, you had me ready, and left me standing just inside the door, holding myself and seeing you in my head. Tonight, I will dream of you. You will probably fall asleep without a care...delicious man.