I have been a stripper for over 7 years now. I started when I was in graduate school because it was easy money and God knows I needed it. I moved for school from a small town up north known as Terrace. My family is poor so I had to do everything for myself. After graduate school with my degree in Health Science, I realized I was not going to find a job that paid me well. I also realized I won’t find a job that I enjoyed as much as dancing. Then I figured I might as well capitalize on being a stripper while I still had the body and looks. So, I started dancing professionally after graduation. Within six months I saved up enough money to put down on a house and yes the house is in Vancouver. I also helped out my parents with their finances. I paid off my student loans within 2 years. I also have managed to go on vacation with my folks. They don’t know that I strip. When I finally decided to “settle down” and get my career started, I chose to enter the health care profession. However, even once I began my new profession, I still continued to dance, because the money was so unbelievable. You dance for couple of nights and you are set for few weeks. I didn’t want to, nor saw the need to stop. I started traveling to Victoria to dance for more money, clubs were open late, you could work when you wanted, and less chance of running into someone I knew. I am now thinking of a serious relationship and want to settle down. I want to concentrate on my day job but I will confess, it is so hard to do, not just because of the money, but because I honestly enjoy it. I wish I could keep doing this for rest of my life, but loneliness is getting into me. I have everything I need, except a loving, caring family. That is what I want.

Like everyone else who has wanted the wife to get it on with another man, it all started by talking about it when we were drunk and in bed having sex like hell. One day she whispered in my ear if I would really like it if she got laid by another man, I replied YES! Next day she created profile on Ashley Madison in Vancouver as a single girl. She met some people through it and then told everyone that she was not single by introducing me. We told everyone that it was our fantasy. We met few couples and guys right away that way. After chatting with one guy she decided to meet with a guy at Doolin’s pub on Friday.

On Friday she prepared to go out, when she left she looked at me and with a big smile said expects a phone call. My heart went in my throat, but I told her I couldn’t wait. I went on Ashley Madison and checked out the guy’s profile again. Then I thought she was just playing with me. Well about 10:00 the phone rang, it was my wife, she was a little drunk but very clear on what she wanted to do, but need to know if I was OK with it. I said yes. She was already in her car on the cell phone, she described the man and how turned on she was, she was meeting him at a parking lot just down from the house, she said she was almost there and he was following her as we spoke. She said she would leave the phone under the seat so I could hear the whole thing! It wasn’t long and I heard the car door slam and he got in, I could hear everything, he was saying how long he had wanted her, how sexy she was, and the whole thing. Then things got really hot, I could hear them taking off clothes, zippers, shoes everything.

He told her that he would be gentle and wouldn’t hurt her, she said back to him I have never been with a man like you and I don’t know if she could take it (later I found out it was because he was very big!), he said let’s try and if he couldn’t get it in he would stop, she agreed. By now I am shaking, and turned on like never before! I hear him trying to get it in her; she is really screaming and moaning with pleasure! I heard her saying that’s all I could take and he said OK. In about 2 minutes I hear him release and then say I’m sorry if I hurt you, she said she was OK. I heard him get dressed and leave. She picked up the phone and said I am coming home.

Since this has happened she has told me the story over and over again. She said she would not let him fuck her again because he did hurt her when he came. We are now looking for our new encounter. We have created multiple profiles as couples on different dating sites and chatting with different people from Ashley Madison. We are thinking of traveling to Prince George, Quesnel, Vanderhoof or even to Fort St. John. I am now waiting for the next time, so I can watch in person.

I was bored, horny and let’s face it, when you have a husband that sleeps half his life away like mine you get that way sometimes. On top of that there is nothing to do in Quesnel. To do anything you have to go to Prince George or to Vancouver, which is not always an option. Most of my friends are living either in Prince George or out of Quesnel. So, one day I sat in the living room and as predicted he fell asleep on the sofa again. I am still young and pretty and need love to keep me that way. I am only 27 years old. My breasts are a nice 34 C and still firm while my waist is a nice 24 and my ghetto booty gets a lot of men flirting with me both at work or when I go out but I always remember that I am married and never cheat.

Seeing my husband sleeping, I headed up the stairs leaving a trail of cloths leading to the bathroom upstairs and as I closed the door I started my hot bubble bath. I went to the bathroom as usual to see how bright the stars were and noticed neighbor shaving his face in the house across from mine so I watched him for a few seconds. I saw him totally naked and he wasn’t half bad. I never fantasized about him but this time it was different because I was so horny. I saw everything from his head down. He must have been at least an eight incher and I knew if he caught me looking he would close his window so I shut the light off and continued to watch his every move.

I subconsciously started to tickle, squeeze and rub my nipples and when I caught myself I stopped for a few minutes but only to find myself doing it over and over again. The man started touching his self not knowing I was watching and I started to think how greatly sexually heightened I was getting and my hands moved to my intimate area and that’s when the real fun began. I was pleasing myself as I watched him masturbate. If he did it faster so did I. Harder then faster my fingers went. First one finger went in then two then even three at a time. My fingers slid in and out watching him as I helped myself. I was so stimulated from my hands touching my hot spot and watching him that I was almost there. I fantasized of having fun with him.

My eyes were shut as my ecstasy continued but I would peek for a slight look at his rock hard cock. I would shut my eyes once again then slowly continue my massage. I wanted to cum but didn’t dare because I loved to scream out when I did climax but by now I said fuck it and started the Cumming process again and again having small orgasms one right after another. First a whimper then a cry as my pleasure heightened. I grabbed a towel and bite it as I tried to hold in the screams of passion but in my mind the whole neighborhood heard me. One last peek at the man next door and that was the end of me. I still peek at him when I could; he is on Ashley Madison I found, so I am now flirting with him on that site. He is married so am I. He doesn’t know who I am but we both want to meet and have an affair like those people do on the site.

This is not a secret but just another rant about Plenty of Fish (POF) in general. I am a single 40-year old guy. I’m not Brad Pitt; but I’m not bad-looking either, and I’m in great shape for my age. I am successful both professionally and educationally. I joined POF in Prince George hoping to find my princess. I emailed over 30 women who in my age/looks range. I widen my search even to Fort St. John up north and all the way to Vancouver, Victoria down south and in between. I wasn’t a middle-aged desperate guy emailing 21-year-old supermodels. I was emailing women who should have been age/appearance compatible. Or who I thought might be interested in settling down after gaining certain amount of life experience that comes with age! Oh god was I ever wrong. I got absolutely *zero* responses. Everyone read and deleted the emails. My jaws dropped. My emails were at least 100 words long and it was not like “hey babe want to get laid?” or “Hey want to marry me?” type emails. So I went on searching online to see what I was doing wrong and found that its like a game for lonely desperate women who are just out to waste everyones time. I find that I have a lot better luck meeting women at the bookstore or at the gym. POF is just a waste of time. I mean, after all, gentlemen, what exactly is the “end game” on POF? Is it a coffee date on the other side of town with an overweight middle-aged woman who has three kids and has no education or knows only how to put a guy down just to glorify their own ego? Doesn’t really matter how real you are, you just can’t find a decent girl unless they have at least a college degree, even so, I have found, that gives them the false sense of achievement which makes them very arrogant.

The reason I am ranting about this is because of my last one which took the cake and made me delete my profile. I came across a profile from Prince George who was 40 years old that had the same birth date as me and gave a synopsis of the type of person born on that day is. I am very intrigued at this point thinking what a great profile! She also said she has a graduate degree. I sent her a message saying that I was born on the same day and this sounded very accurate, I thanked her for posting it and wished her a Happy Holiday Season. The result? You got it, read and deleted, not even freaking happy holidays back or a thanks or anything. She has kids who are all grown up (as per her profile), so why the hell is this self-ego? No idea. I guess when the POF started guys found this a convenient way to get laid. As a result all the girls are kind of hesitant. At the same time, ladies, not all guys are bad!

Guys who are looking to have an affair, try Ashley Madison. You will have better luck. Leave the POF to those who are looking for some serious relationships.

I enjoy being spanked by my boyfriend. Yes, who doesn’t? This story happened in Vancouver. We went for a vacation to Vancouver last yer. One evening when we went to the bar, I started playing the brat.Of course lots of teasing going on from both sides. All of a sudden he grabbed my arm and put me over his knee. For some reasons it all happened so quick but by this time a drunk crowd had gathered around us with their drinks in hand. I made it worse by yelling and cursing. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I asked him to spank me because I was being naughty. Crowed seem to agree with it and they encouraged him by cheering. He responded by flipping up my skirt and lowering my panties. Crowed went nuts and of course he proceed to spanking me with about ten people watching and cheering. It was the hottest thing ever. I don’t think we can pull this off in our town of Quesnel, but I really want this to happen again! I love the fact that he spanks me so good.