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What made you guys start hobbying? This is my story.
- Thread starter lokithewolf
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Thanks for entertaining me with this long tread. It was like reading a self improvement book. I started out in this hobby in 1982 at the age of 16. I jacked off for years before this with playboy magazines. It was a Spanish quickie house in the triangular building between Junction Blvd and Corona Ave for $15. Some buddies that worked at a night club called La amour East near by told me about it. I went with another 16 year old buddy and we were both new to sex. I picked this young white girl who knew it was my first time and she stops as I was about to cum. She claimed it was times up and I was out of funds so since my buddy did not pick yet I screamed out to borrow his funds to finish up. When I exploded, I knew I was hooked for life.
This hobby has been a constant in my life even when I met my beautiful wife to be at 18 years old and we were fucking three times a day. After three kids, it becomes a sexless marriage but I still consider myself happily married after 30 years because I believe sex and love are two separate things. I hobby because it’s biology and I enjoy it. I enjoy meeting 18 to 21 year olds because it brings me back to my younger days. They cheer me up when I am down so it is better than a shrink or a bar. My advise to the young ones is to enjoys it while you can because even the blue pill may not help get it up one day.
Everyone has their reasons for doing this but whether this hobby is right I feel is situationally dependent. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great and the thrill is amazing. It is when your uncontrolled pursuit negatively affects aspects of your life that you should step back and re-evaluate.
To me, this hobby will always be a contained fantasy. It starts when you pay and ends when the door shuts behind you.
I can’t say if I can quit this hobby, honestly speaking. But I hope I do.
As for what made me start hobbying.
I use to be a 300 pound dude and had no luck with women. Absolutely fucking zero. You know how cold zero is? Zero girls, zero money, zero friends etc. Extremely low confidence, fat as shit, failing grades, high social anxiety, never had a girlfriend hence virgin...you name it. I was a fucking poster boy of a loser. I would say that I never blamed society or anyone for my shit. I have the mindset that I have only myself to blame for not having the courage and not putting in the effort to overcome.
Anyway, a newfound friend tells me about this one day and asks me to join him after I indulged my embarrassing secret of being a virgin. I declined but ended up doing it solo a few months later. Truth be told, I felt like shit doing it but I couldn’t stop myself. All the jerk off sessions couldn’t compare. So I swirled into a year long binge of 1 to 3x a week. Needless to say, I was addicted. At the time, it was the only avenue for me where I was getting female attention.
Mid way in to my binge, I decided to fuck this shit. Depressing sex is still depressing. I want the real thing. I made changes in my life. Lost 80lbs and still exercising, started kicking ass in my career after graduating, hit up bars with friends to chat up girls etc etc. I started meeting people and making friends. I got some victories along the way but I was still single and still hitting up the AMP. I was sad but still motivated. What kept my head above the water was the fear of knowing what rock bottom looks like.
The last portion of my binge started when I graduated from hitting cheap spas to the real nice ones in the city.
My first thought...”holy fuck I wasted so much fucking money at the cheap places. I didn’t know! I simply DID NOT KNOW!”(I wanted to get better but I’m a bit of a hedonist.)
So my addiction was starting to seriously impact my finances but never to a point where I would be out in the streets or starving.
What happened next? I experienced goddam AMP heaven. My all time favorite provider and I will never peak her. Long story short, free sessions outside/inside. Crazy, screaming, sweating, and forever escalating sex. She was the fucking best sex I had and delivered every time.(You can see the review I wrote. It should be something like Jessica Grace Spa.)
I started to gain feelings for her since I often took advantage of the benefits she was giving me. It was feeling too real but I kept it going until she left. Might as well enjoy myself while it lasts. Of course, there was a minor heartbreak at the end but it’s what I pay for for getting too involved in the wrong thing.
After her, I decided to try to quit. The hobby took its financial toll and, honestly, took away motivation to find a real women. Also, the thrill disappeared for me after Jessica. Eh, downsides of hitting jackpot.
I had a lot of fun doing this. My only regret is the money. For mongers that are trying to reach a better place, I hope you read some of the comments in this thread. They are insightful and helpful. I hope you find yourself in a better place. You will be seriously surprised to see what is out there for you but I do understand it can be very difficult to see it at times.
My parting advice to hobbyist. Be positive. Seriously. Walk in the room be positive and just have fun with them. Make them laugh and get to know them a little. Some of them won’t reciprocate but when they do, GOD the sessions are so much better. If it’s a bad session, walk it off. It comes with the hobby. Finally, do not forget that it is only a fantasy. How you want to use that fantasy is up to you but it’s still a fantasy.
Anyway, this was a good time killer and thanks for reading. Stay safe out there gents.
To me, this hobby will always be a contained fantasy. It starts when you pay and ends when the door shuts behind you.
I can’t say if I can quit this hobby, honestly speaking. But I hope I do.
As for what made me start hobbying.
I use to be a 300 pound dude and had no luck with women. Absolutely fucking zero. You know how cold zero is? Zero girls, zero money, zero friends etc. Extremely low confidence, fat as shit, failing grades, high social anxiety, never had a girlfriend hence virgin...you name it. I was a fucking poster boy of a loser. I would say that I never blamed society or anyone for my shit. I have the mindset that I have only myself to blame for not having the courage and not putting in the effort to overcome.
Anyway, a newfound friend tells me about this one day and asks me to join him after I indulged my embarrassing secret of being a virgin. I declined but ended up doing it solo a few months later. Truth be told, I felt like shit doing it but I couldn’t stop myself. All the jerk off sessions couldn’t compare. So I swirled into a year long binge of 1 to 3x a week. Needless to say, I was addicted. At the time, it was the only avenue for me where I was getting female attention.
Mid way in to my binge, I decided to fuck this shit. Depressing sex is still depressing. I want the real thing. I made changes in my life. Lost 80lbs and still exercising, started kicking ass in my career after graduating, hit up bars with friends to chat up girls etc etc. I started meeting people and making friends. I got some victories along the way but I was still single and still hitting up the AMP. I was sad but still motivated. What kept my head above the water was the fear of knowing what rock bottom looks like.
The last portion of my binge started when I graduated from hitting cheap spas to the real nice ones in the city.
My first thought...”holy fuck I wasted so much fucking money at the cheap places. I didn’t know! I simply DID NOT KNOW!”(I wanted to get better but I’m a bit of a hedonist.)
So my addiction was starting to seriously impact my finances but never to a point where I would be out in the streets or starving.
What happened next? I experienced goddam AMP heaven. My all time favorite provider and I will never peak her. Long story short, free sessions outside/inside. Crazy, screaming, sweating, and forever escalating sex. She was the fucking best sex I had and delivered every time.(You can see the review I wrote. It should be something like Jessica Grace Spa.)
I started to gain feelings for her since I often took advantage of the benefits she was giving me. It was feeling too real but I kept it going until she left. Might as well enjoy myself while it lasts. Of course, there was a minor heartbreak at the end but it’s what I pay for for getting too involved in the wrong thing.
After her, I decided to try to quit. The hobby took its financial toll and, honestly, took away motivation to find a real women. Also, the thrill disappeared for me after Jessica. Eh, downsides of hitting jackpot.
I had a lot of fun doing this. My only regret is the money. For mongers that are trying to reach a better place, I hope you read some of the comments in this thread. They are insightful and helpful. I hope you find yourself in a better place. You will be seriously surprised to see what is out there for you but I do understand it can be very difficult to see it at times.
My parting advice to hobbyist. Be positive. Seriously. Walk in the room be positive and just have fun with them. Make them laugh and get to know them a little. Some of them won’t reciprocate but when they do, GOD the sessions are so much better. If it’s a bad session, walk it off. It comes with the hobby. Finally, do not forget that it is only a fantasy. How you want to use that fantasy is up to you but it’s still a fantasy.
Anyway, this was a good time killer and thanks for reading. Stay safe out there gents.
Don’t get me wrong - I love being in a committed relationship- BUT- Some mongers start because it’s so easy and fun to drop your drawers, pull out your salami and then watch a beautiful Asian girl drop to her knees and su@k it until your man mayo fills her mo@th.
You can skip buying dinner, stroking her back, kissing for one hour or the worst “begging” in all its ugly forms. Then, only rarely is the performance and end result as good as an AMP girl who most times shows great enthusiasm. You leave, get in your car and pop that little ice cold water and drink it back and the say out loud “ man, that was fu@king great” as you feel the twinges in your loins.
You can skip buying dinner, stroking her back, kissing for one hour or the worst “begging” in all its ugly forms. Then, only rarely is the performance and end result as good as an AMP girl who most times shows great enthusiasm. You leave, get in your car and pop that little ice cold water and drink it back and the say out loud “ man, that was fu@king great” as you feel the twinges in your loins.
@DunkinDonuts good story and good advice bro!
I was working in Korea and Japan for a long time and these sort of things are literally everywhere. I have a favorite place in Korea that i went to whenever I had the chance. Just thinking about the massage gives me the chills. At first I was super nervous and just kinda ventured in on my own, but I got addicted at the rush, especially when I wasn't sure whether it was a true AMP place our not.
Now that I'm back in NY, it's killing me that I have to be so sneaky and worried about doing this sort of thing.
Now that I'm back in NY, it's killing me that I have to be so sneaky and worried about doing this sort of thing.
For me it started because I really fell in love with a Chinese girl who worked for me. She was close to my age and she was cute as hell. We started to connect and made excuses to work late after everyone went home. We did the whole nine yards, kissing, fucking, getting naked all over the office, taking naked xeroxes of our junk..... then she wouldn't marry me... her parent's wouldn't understand she'd say, she was doing me a favor... we loved each other, but she said her parents wouldn't have it. In the end we stayed friends and i even went to her wedding... there began my search for an equivalent Chinese love of my life over the past 25 years and lots of $100's and condoms....
I lived in the countryside for 2 years and worked for almost 2 years in Seoul before that. The one I'm talking about is in 강남 and I believe it was....exit 11 and you just keep going straight downhill until you see it. It's on the 2nd floor. Suwon has a shitton of places, I've heard. Man, everytime I went there I was ultra hype and was never disappointment. I almost wanted to revisit on the same day once lol
I really miss it
I really miss it
Mid 2020 update:
Been in this hobby since I was 22/23ish. It all started with my yellow fever love that kicked off in HS. I winded up working at a salon with 11 other women and had some big time sexual tension with a 30's persian spinner. Was gonna go all in on her and even got to go to her place...but her place winded up being her BF's place. IDK but I def didn't want that bad karma of doing a guy's girl while he's out of the house. Know what I mean? So I winded up discovering AMPS by walking around flushing and hearing the "masagee" women. Initial year was really just me making trips to 40th and doing "the walk" to see who or what was out there. That whole experience feels like a world away nowadays.
I've now found a few local places in my neighborhood and go weekly mostly to let out steam and remind myself that I deserve these good experiences. Idk about you guys, but I actually do not orgasm with these women. What I do is chain the experiences without orgasming to build up internal Qi. Some call it white tantra. It's best done with a lover ofc, but if you can find an AMP girl or UTR situation with someone that you can repeat- the results are similar.
In this plandemic-racewar-billgates vaccine world- once some of my locals re-opened up, all was good! Interestingly, they are not all robotic, some of these girls are really just girls looking to get by for a few weeks here and then go to china for a bit to spend it. Some of them remember me and look forward to seeing my "karate style with no liquid" (translator).
My current UTR joint cycles girls every few months and eventually some of my ATFs came back. Was able to see one recently, and we just talk thru translator as her english is bad. She trusted me enough to not mask wear during our time and even let me do a longer session for the normal amount.
Some older mongers may agree, but this hobby DOES get better with age if you know how to establish worthwhile contacts. If I were still going out to make trips around 40th flushing, I'd probably be scraping the bottom of the barrel, but now it feels like I have a curated selection for my needs. Also that slice of Flushing has transformed quite a bit.
I must say this hobby has definitely broken civilian women for me to a degree. Now I can flirt and talk to anyone bc in my back pocket are these UTR joints. I would like to eventually stop the hobby and undevelop "the eyes to see" this. Not even sure if that's possible; I think my eyes will always be able to see this side of the world and living. Currently not dating anyone but definitely interested in love and starting a family as I have huge father urges within me. That being said, there's nothing like the excitement of knowing that a good experience will come by visiting the ATF joints. As I'm still in school and only able to work part time I've had to cut down on the hobby. There's nothing like rewarding myself for passing midterms/finals with the music of a beautiful woman.
I remember when I first started I hated seeing other mongers, but now I laugh about it as I know we're all in it for the same reasons. Smash some gorgeous fruit!
Good luck out there brothers!
Been in this hobby since I was 22/23ish. It all started with my yellow fever love that kicked off in HS. I winded up working at a salon with 11 other women and had some big time sexual tension with a 30's persian spinner. Was gonna go all in on her and even got to go to her place...but her place winded up being her BF's place. IDK but I def didn't want that bad karma of doing a guy's girl while he's out of the house. Know what I mean? So I winded up discovering AMPS by walking around flushing and hearing the "masagee" women. Initial year was really just me making trips to 40th and doing "the walk" to see who or what was out there. That whole experience feels like a world away nowadays.
I've now found a few local places in my neighborhood and go weekly mostly to let out steam and remind myself that I deserve these good experiences. Idk about you guys, but I actually do not orgasm with these women. What I do is chain the experiences without orgasming to build up internal Qi. Some call it white tantra. It's best done with a lover ofc, but if you can find an AMP girl or UTR situation with someone that you can repeat- the results are similar.
In this plandemic-racewar-billgates vaccine world- once some of my locals re-opened up, all was good! Interestingly, they are not all robotic, some of these girls are really just girls looking to get by for a few weeks here and then go to china for a bit to spend it. Some of them remember me and look forward to seeing my "karate style with no liquid" (translator).
My current UTR joint cycles girls every few months and eventually some of my ATFs came back. Was able to see one recently, and we just talk thru translator as her english is bad. She trusted me enough to not mask wear during our time and even let me do a longer session for the normal amount.
Some older mongers may agree, but this hobby DOES get better with age if you know how to establish worthwhile contacts. If I were still going out to make trips around 40th flushing, I'd probably be scraping the bottom of the barrel, but now it feels like I have a curated selection for my needs. Also that slice of Flushing has transformed quite a bit.
I must say this hobby has definitely broken civilian women for me to a degree. Now I can flirt and talk to anyone bc in my back pocket are these UTR joints. I would like to eventually stop the hobby and undevelop "the eyes to see" this. Not even sure if that's possible; I think my eyes will always be able to see this side of the world and living. Currently not dating anyone but definitely interested in love and starting a family as I have huge father urges within me. That being said, there's nothing like the excitement of knowing that a good experience will come by visiting the ATF joints. As I'm still in school and only able to work part time I've had to cut down on the hobby. There's nothing like rewarding myself for passing midterms/finals with the music of a beautiful woman.
I remember when I first started I hated seeing other mongers, but now I laugh about it as I know we're all in it for the same reasons. Smash some gorgeous fruit!
Good luck out there brothers!
Well, it started when I was around 22 as well. I was working in China, and I'd hear all these foreigners talk about how great the "massages" are. I was relatively young and naive and I just laughed along. The only time I received a massage was in Thailand and it was a couples massage with my girl. Being in a foreign country started taking a toll on my emotional and mental health after a while, I wasn't able to communicate, I missed the states but I wanted to stick out at least one year.
There was a dingy place near where I worked at a time and my coworker joked that it was probably a grimey brothel. Well, as you horndogs may know, sometimes these little words and coincidences plant a seed inside your head, it starts growing and eventually sprouts. One, hot summer night, I decided to check it out and went up to this dark, red lighted place on the third floor. A man in his 40s greeted me and asked what I wanted. I used the translator app to say I wanted a "thigh massage," which was the slang that I'd heard thrown around foreigners. He led me to a room, it was very, very minimal and the cleanliness was below standard. A woman in her 40s came in, scantily dressed and told me to get undressed. My heart was beating pretty fast and I was anxious but I did what I was told. She started massaging my back, my legs with oil, and it did feel nice. She wasn't anything special at all but it was my first time and my adrenaline was pumping. She started massaging my ass and prostate and I tensed up. She laughed and continued on as she put my hands on her breasts. It was a rather short massage but she took care of me and told me that time was up. I knew at that moment that I'd entered a whole new world (unfortunately).
I kind of went on a binge afterwards (as some of you may have experienced). I went to more upscale Thai massages and received some of the best prostate stimulations and techniques that had my toes curled. I met some girls that were absolutely wonderful, and some that made me ponder why I am still doing this. Even after great sessions, I felt empty at times. I stopped for a while but got started again a few months ago. I am back in the states now and only mongering around Philadelphia area. I only visit once in 3 months or so, and it is always based around therapeutical values first ( I stay away from FS because I don't want to open up that pandora box). I actually prefer the older women, in their late 30s - early 40s, I think they actually have better techniques and feel more physically better afterwards.
Anyway, cheers to your hobbies and thanks for sharing advices/experiences on here. Hope yall stay safe.
There was a dingy place near where I worked at a time and my coworker joked that it was probably a grimey brothel. Well, as you horndogs may know, sometimes these little words and coincidences plant a seed inside your head, it starts growing and eventually sprouts. One, hot summer night, I decided to check it out and went up to this dark, red lighted place on the third floor. A man in his 40s greeted me and asked what I wanted. I used the translator app to say I wanted a "thigh massage," which was the slang that I'd heard thrown around foreigners. He led me to a room, it was very, very minimal and the cleanliness was below standard. A woman in her 40s came in, scantily dressed and told me to get undressed. My heart was beating pretty fast and I was anxious but I did what I was told. She started massaging my back, my legs with oil, and it did feel nice. She wasn't anything special at all but it was my first time and my adrenaline was pumping. She started massaging my ass and prostate and I tensed up. She laughed and continued on as she put my hands on her breasts. It was a rather short massage but she took care of me and told me that time was up. I knew at that moment that I'd entered a whole new world (unfortunately).
I kind of went on a binge afterwards (as some of you may have experienced). I went to more upscale Thai massages and received some of the best prostate stimulations and techniques that had my toes curled. I met some girls that were absolutely wonderful, and some that made me ponder why I am still doing this. Even after great sessions, I felt empty at times. I stopped for a while but got started again a few months ago. I am back in the states now and only mongering around Philadelphia area. I only visit once in 3 months or so, and it is always based around therapeutical values first ( I stay away from FS because I don't want to open up that pandora box). I actually prefer the older women, in their late 30s - early 40s, I think they actually have better techniques and feel more physically better afterwards.
Anyway, cheers to your hobbies and thanks for sharing advices/experiences on here. Hope yall stay safe.
