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Worst Wedding DJ EVER!

Painfully bad “DJ” performing to an unimpressed audience

Killer lunges at family of victim in court and gets smacked down by law enforcement

Danish navy pilots are INSANE! Lynx helicopter landing on P571 Einar Mikkelsen in high seas

Saw Stop – This guy puts a finger into an active table saw blade & comes away without a scratch!

Steven Seagal gives Akido masterclass in Russia

Blacksmiths Recreate Aragorn’s Sword from ‘Lord of the Rings’

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Awesome Stuff Around The Internet

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40 Animals With Their Adorable Mini-Me Counterparts – Ned Hardy

You should be following Anastasia Skyline on Instagram – Bro My God

Hottest NBA Wives From Every Team – Hexagram

21 Iconic Movie Villains That Were Secretly Good Guys – Linkiest

Dubai’s Floating Luxury Homes Have Awesome Underwater Bedrooms – Super Compressor

The Trouble With Bikini Bottoms (video) – Leenks

Lindsey Pelas Does The Putt Putt Bounce – G-Celeb

How billionaire tech investor Mark Cuban became the ‘luckiest guy in the world’ – Business Insider

30 Hottest Photos of Jenny McCarthy – Regretful Morning

Leonardo DiCaprio’s new Sports Illustrated bikini model girlfriend – Instagram

7 Celebrated Historical Figures Who Were Closet Scumbags – Distractify

She Stays Fitter Than A Two Dollar Bill – Double Viking

Emily Ratajkowski shares the sexiest bathtub selfie EVER – Sports Illustrated

Ask the Maester: The Origin of the Night’s King, the Wights, and Dragonglass – Grantland

God Bless Girls In Yoga Pants (44 Photos) – Bad Sentinel

1,000 + Establishments Showed the Mayweather/Pacquiao Fight Illegally and Are Facing Ridiculously Large Fines – Complex

The 20 Most Beautiful Women According to Google – World Wide Interweb

Dining at the worst Yelp reviewed restaurant in Miami – Thrillist

Technique Vs Horse Power (Cain Velasquez vs Brock Lesnar) – Youtube

The 35 Best Times Someone On Facebook Thought ‘The Onion’ Was Real – Thought Catalog

College Babe Of The Day – Annie Marcroft From SDSU (Photos) – College Envy

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10 Answers To Questions You Always Wondered About

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Why do fashion shows always have ridiculous outfits that nobody would ever wear in the real world?

Even the Prêt-à-Porter/”Ready to Wear” collections can be completely bizarre and unwearable. Haute Couture technically only refers to a small handful of “houses,” mostly out of Paris (e.g. Dior, Gaultier, Chanel); other designers often mix in the outlandish concept pieces with more “normal” ones in their so-called Ready to Wear shows.

One important thing to keep in mind is that these high-end fashion brands tend to make only a small portion of their money on the clothing itself. The real profit lies in the sale of perfumes, accessories, and so on—so really, the important thing is developing the image of the brand in a cohesive, interesting and wide-ranging manner. This is what the “unwearable” outfits are for, apart from being art pieces: they establish a “look” for the brand in an often extreme but unforgettable way, show off the vision of the designer and the technical skill of the craftspeople/engineers, and even if they look ridiculous going down the runway they often photograph extremely well and thus are excellent for fashion magazines. Even the most avant-garde pieces can sometimes be toned-down and rethought for, say, an actress to wear on the red carpet (someone like Lady Gaga or Björk, of course, tends to just wear the original).

The other effect worth considering is that even some of the most bizarre outfits either 1. have pieces that are actually quite wearable and are just combined in a way that would give them the highest impact, or 2. a sort of “trickle-down” effect (well-described by that famous Devil Wears Prada quote about the cerulean) where bizarre and conventionally unwearable elements can be re-purposed in the collections in stores in a much more wearable way, and which in turn get picked up by non-high-end designer lines as trends (e.g. the examples I gave above might respectively turn into skirts or blazers with slightly pronounced hip elements, pronounced high collars on jackets that don’t actually cover the face, a use of sheer fabrics as accents or layering elements, elaborate sequining, complex ruff-like collars on blouses, and antler patterns or designs).

Devil Wears Prada scene

Warlizard

 

Why are services like uber and airbnb considered by some to be disruptive to the economy?

Hotels and cab companies are regulated and taxed, they have to follow certain rules in order to keep their operating license. If I rent you my house for a short stay or pick you up and drive you around the government doesn’t get any tax revenue from that and I’m not bound by the same licensing requirements. Because the hotels and cabs I’d be competing against do have to pay taxes and follow those regs I’m operating at an unfair advantage. Of course I can charge less than Yellow Cab, I don’t have to pay for official inspections or cab medallions.

CultMessiah

 

Why do murderers often find it difficult to dispose of murder weapons?

We only hear about murderers that get caught. Plenty of them know how to hide things, and we’ll never hear about them precisely because they do not get caught.

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What is ‘octane’ in fuel and how does it make your vehicle preform better or worse?

It’s important to recognise the difference between the chemicals called “octane” and what the “octane rating” of a fuel is.

Octanes are chemicals which contain carbon and hydrogen in the ratio 8 carbon to 18 hydrogen. These are widely found in refined petroleum products. There are many different octanes, with slightly different properties. When it comes to determining “octane rating” of a fuel is, a specific octane called “2,4,4 trimethylpentane” is used.

The octane rating of a fuel is a measure of how easily a fuel ignites in a gasoline engine. In a gasoline engine, you need the fuel to be difficult to ignite. When an gasoline engine works, air and gasoline are sucked in, then the mixture is compressed, after it is fully compressed it is ignited, and the heat and pressure from the burn makes the engine go.

Because the process of compressing the air/fuel mixture creates a lot of heat, it is important that gasoline does not ignite during this process. The mixture must only ignite when a very hot electrical spark is generated – at the same time, when the spark goes, the fuel must ignite gently, and not just explode – because the force of the explosion can damage the engine.

Octane rating measures how resistant the fuel is to pre-ignition (self-igniting during compression) and detonation (exploding when hit with a spark). An “octane rating” of 100, means that the fuel has the same resistance to ignition as pure “2,2,4 trimethylpentane”. An “octane rating” of 0 means that the fuel has the same properties as pure “n-heptane”. An “octane rating” of 90, means that the fuel burns similarly to a 90:10 mixture of 2,2,4 TMP and n-heptane. It is possible to have ratings higher than 100, for fuels that are even more difficult to ignite than the reference “octane”.

There are lots of additives which were used to improve “octane rating” – most called “organometallic” compounds. The most notorious was tetraethyl lead (usually just called lead) which is a very strong fuel ignition stabiliser. This was banned because of toxicity. Many oil companies replaced it with a different organometallic called methylcyclopendienyl manganese tricabonyl (MMT) – but this is now mostly banned, because it damages catalytic converters. These days high octane fuel is made by adding lots of “aromatic” hydrocarbons produced from advanced refining methods, and/or adding ethanol.

Gasoline engines are designed to take fuel of a specific octane rating. The amount and speed with which an engine compresses a fuel-air mixture is fixed in the design, and nothing can change that. This means that if you have an engine which uses very strong compression (e.g. a highly tuned sports car engine), and put low octane fuel into it, the fuel may “detonate” during compression – causing the engine to “knock” or “ping/pink”. The knocking noise is the sound of the fuel exploding – as the engine is not designed to take that pressure, it will suffer severe damage.

There is also the issue of detonation when the spark hits. If the spark comes soon after compression, the fuel is very hot and more likely to detonate – but igniting early gives the best burn time, and therefore best engine power and best fuel consumption. Igniting late allows the compressed fuel to cool down, but wastes burn time and produces less power. Older cars would be manually tuned to a specific “ignition timing” by a garage – so you could tune a car to work better on higher octane rating fuel by adjusting the timing.

Modern cars use electronic ignition and timing control. The car has a microphone bolted to the engine which listens for the sound of the burn. The engine computer analyses that signal and uses it to adjust the ignition timing. If it hears detonation starting to occur, then it delays the timing – if everything seems to be going OK, then it’ll try advancing the timing. The computer tends to be programmed with limits based upon typical fuel ratings in the country the car was sold in. So, if you put 110 octane race fuel into a corolla, the computer won’t super tune the ignition timing, it’ll move it up to where the manufacturer expects premium fuel to be, but go no further.

If you put low octane fuel in, the computer will try to delay the ignition timing – but that can only do so much – and if the problem is that the fuel is igniting during compression, there is nothing the computer can do, except put on the check engine light and hope that you stop before you blow the engine.

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The Pope is the absolute monarch of Vatican City. Within city, his word is law, and he can override everyone else within the Vatican City. Outside the city, he is the final word for the Catholic Church’s official doctrine. He can speakEx cathedra, (from the chair), which means he IS speaking for God, and everything he says while doing so IS God’s word.

Unofficially, the Pope is the face of the Church and (for lack of a better term) markets it to the world at large.

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What happened to Blackberry and why did they go from a sensation to being a rare sight? 

Blackberry was very short sighted and didn’t stay ahead of innovations such as camera phones, touch screens, WiFi, etc. Instead of becoming early adopters to these emerging technologies, they gambled that their massive user base would remain loyal to their increasingly outdated devices. They also relied on a central server to process data regardless of individual carriers. This led to massive outages which didn’t fare well with both consumers and enterprise users.

The two big advantages they held were the easy to use full physical QWERTY keyboards and BBM messaging app. These were soon replaced by the trendiness and versatility of iPhone and Android devices, and one time loyal “Crackberry” addicts were soon dumping their outdated smartphones for the latest and greatest. Blackberry then tried to play catch up with a host of failed devices that were seen as imitators rather than innovators.

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It seems like “everyone” is getting cancer. Has it always been this way, or is this something new?

Cancer is what kills you if nothing else gets to you first. We’ve made long strides in general health and treatment of many diseases, which has caused us to live longer, which makes cancer a larger percentage of total deaths than it was further back in history.

Cells that make up your body need to regenerate and every mitosis carries a chance something will go wrong, that’s why most cells have a set limit before they can’t replicate. If something goes wrong in a way that will cause them to get rid of the limit, you have a cancerous growth.

It also explains why certain times of cancer, like colo-rectal, lung or gastric are much more common – cells in those areas can get stressed by your lifestyle more than others and need to replicate more often to keep up, so the chance something will go wrong goes up.

– DiogenesKuon 

 

Why does the word ‘cool’ remain cool for so long, and yet words like ‘groovy’ and ‘rad’ seem out of date in just a couple of decades?)

Cool is more than just a word for something good. It does mean that, but it has other related uses.

It can refer to a “cool head” which is someone who doesn’t get worked up about things, as opposed to a hothead.

This calm demeanor is frequently interpreted by onlookers as confidence or surity, which are generally desirable traits.

Also, “cool” is accepted use for more moderate levels of desirability. “That was cool” can express anything from relatively mild approval to outright amazement depending on inflection.

Other slang terms, like radical or tubular were necessarily used to represent more dramatic emotions regarding the subject. This likely results in a sort of burnout of the words because people get sick of here how everything is so great, while “cool” is just, well, cool.

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How/why do old games like Ocarina of Time, a seemingly massive game at the time, manage to only take up 32mb of space, while a simple time waster like candy crush saga takes up 43mb?

A large chunk of a game’s size comes from things like textures and audio files. Older games had very small, simple textures if they used them at all. In contrast, newer games tend to use high-resolution images that take dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of megabytes just by themselves. Likewise, audio in old games was pretty simple. Older systems synthesized sounds, allowing the game to just supply some basic instructions to control them. Now, audio is typically recorded and stored with the game, making the overall size larger.

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The millennial generation appears to be so much poorer than those of their parents. For most, ever owning a house seems unlikely, and even car ownership is much less common. What exactly happened to cause this?

Wages have been stagnant and even dropping relative to inflation for quite a long time now, and the requirements to get said jobs have generally gone up. At the same time, the cost of education has skyrocketed something like 1000% relative to inflation. So where a bachelor’s degree might have costed you a few thousand in today’s dollars back in the 60s and nearly guaranteed you a decent job, today it costs $50-60k and doesn’t at all guarantee work.

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25 Truths Everyone Should Know By 25

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  1. Your ego hurts you more than it helps. Embrace that you’re not perfect (no one is). Take honest looks at yourself, evaluate where you need improvement, and change it. Being prideful and refusing to admit your weaknesses will stunt your personal growth. Your faults are only permanent if you allow them to be.
  2. You can be an adult and still have fun. Being grown up doesn’t mean you have to become Oscar the Grouch. Laugh often, smile more, be playful like a child, and let loose. Be responsible and mature when necessary, otherwise don’t take yourself too seriously. And never let people who are miserable try to take your happiness away.
  3. Successful people fail and get rejected often. In every field, the ones who “make it” have been defeated more than you know. Rarely does anyone just fall into success. Countless authors, inventors, athletes, and entrepreneurs have defied adversity because they refused to give up. Every failure is one step closer to winning.
  4. You can learn something from everyone. Don’t underestimate a person’s value before you’ve given them a fair shot. They may not be knowledgeable in a certain area but could teach you something profound in another. You’ll be surprised at what you can learn if you just listen without judgment.
  5. Don’t rush into or through relationships. Be social, find people you connect with, and discover what you’re looking for in a partner. Never jump into a relationship solely out of fear of being alone. Once you’re together, don’t hurry into attaining “the next level.” Just being with each other should be enough (especially in the beginning) so savor it.
  6. You are not entitled. Everything worth having takes incredible dedication and effort. Don’t expect handouts and don’t sit around waiting for good things to happen. Make the most out of every situation: work hard and you’ll reap the rewards. You’ll only get out of life what you put into it.
  7. It will come back to haunt you, so document everything. I believed you could settle every career dispute verbally and in a casual fashion. Unfortunately, when someone else’s job is on the line, they will throw you under the bus. You must have dated and written evidence (e.g. specific e-mails, signed documents) prepared to defend yourself effectively. You might only need it once, but it could save your ass…it has for me.
  8. You are smarter than you know. Trust in your abilities. That doesn’t mean you should blindly believe you’re better than everyone, but don’t let internal or external voices hold you back. Do not equate youth with stupidity – some of the most successful business leaders and entrepreneurs today are under 30.
  9. A relationship will not fix your problems. If you’re unhappy, don’t expect another person to change that. Often, you’ll only end up spilling those problems onto them. Make sure you’re content with who you are before trying repair it through someone else. The only one who can determine your happiness is you.
  10. Developing your social skills is critical. This is the foundation on which to build your personal, professional, and academic fulfillment. In the real world, it’s not always about what you know but who you know. You need to learn how to communicate and relate with others in all aspects of life. These skills can’t be put on the backburner, start practicing them every day.
  11. Expect resistance. There will be haters. There will be naysayers. There will be assholes. Accept it but don’t take it to heart. Many people are envious of what they can’t achieve or possess themselves. See: Crabs in the Bucket theory.
  12. Being late is no excuse. Expect the unexpected (Murphy’s Law) and always give yourself extra time. You’re only excused on the rare chance of an emergency (your car blew a tire, you severely injured yourself). Otherwise, you are at fault and it’s rude to other parties. Leaving 15 minutes earlier won’t kill you and will show that you value other people’s time.
  13. Anger is toxic. Holding grudges and harboring negativity is destructive to you and those around you. Your resentment is a result of your inability to channel emotions correctly and is a weakness of character. Siddhartha said, “Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.” Release your anger and stop wasting your time on anything except forward motion.
  14. Stressing out is worthless. No matter what the situation, getting worked up and worrying will not solve anything. Whether you’re in the midst of a hectic week or dreading a looming deadline, always take the time to calm yourself. You’ll think more clearly and logically when shiet goes down. Be prepared for obstacles along the way and most importantly, don’t sweat the small stuff.
  15. Willpower is the key to weight loss. There is no big secret to staying healthy: it’s all about eating right and exercising regularly. The tricky part is forcing yourself to get up for a run in the morning and turning down that extra cookie. Accept responsibility for your body and put into action what you know is good for it – no excuses!
  16. Honest communication solves most relationship issues. When you have a problem with your partner, ask, “Have I talked to them about this?” and “Have I told them exactly how I feel?” Your significant other won’t know what’s wrong unless you speak your mind. Don’t get caught in the cycle of suppressing your feelings, getting frustrated, and eventually blowing up. It’s much healthier to face any conflict head-on.
  17. Writing well is a priceless asset. Regardless of your profession, being a proficient writer will always benefit you. Understanding and using language to your advantages will be vital to your resumes, professional e-mails, personal correspondence, and even online dating profiles. Learn how to be engaging and persuasive while giving value to the reader. The Elements of Style will give you the foundation of good writing.
  18. Time is the one thing you can never get back. Every day is precious, so why aren’t you doing what you love? Write down your goals, both big and small, and tackle them one by one. It won’t get any easier as you get older. Don’t let the experiences and life you desire pass you by.
  19. Some friendships arent meant to be. People change. The friends you had in high school may not be your friends later in life. Also, in the path of bettering yourself,remove negative influences from your world. Realize it early on and save yourself a lot of problems.
  20. Your word is your bond. You can be honest 99% of the time but that 1% will discredit everything you’ve worked for. Gaining back someone’s trust is extremely difficult – so don’t break it in the first place. Nietzsche brilliantly said, “I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.”
  21. Favors should have no strings attached. Give freely. Do stuff for people solely out of the kindness of your heart and for no other reason. If you’re doing favors begrudgingly or with ulterior motives (including getting people to like you / seeking their validation), you shouldn’t do them in the first place. You have no right to get upset if all people return is a smile and a “thank you”.
  22. You can’t change other people. You can only change yourself. This was a difficult one for me to learn. You may influence people but in the end, it’s them making the decisions to evolve. Your energy is better spent on fixing you rather than trying to play doctor or “save” everyone else (especially in a relationship).
  23. Almost everything is worth trying once. I used to be closed-minded for no reason at all. I hated and fought against change, primarily out of insecurity. We have preconceived notions of what we do or don’t like and you have to challenge them. When opportunities present themselves, seize them – you’ll leave the experience a stronger, wiser person.
  24. Living in fear of judgment leads to misery. People think a lot less about you than you believe they do. Stop caring about looking stupid or saying the wrong thing. If you constantly try to mold yourself to others, you will never be congruent to who you actually are. This is a never-ending cycle of unhappiness.
  25. The world needs more gratitude. Saying thanks takes one second and will make people’s day. You are a puzzle built from countless contributors throughout the years. You would not be the person you are without your fifth-grade teacher, your father, and your best friend from high school. Even the grocery bagger and bus driver support you, so be grateful to each person you encounter.

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Dude Unleashes Some TRUTH About Today’s Rappers

Cooking salmon with Andreea Cristina

What would happen if you put your hand in the Large Hadron Collider

Dickipedia: Floyd Mayweather

Game of Thrones Cast Sings Im So Excited

BJJ Hacks: John Danaher

His Smashing Machine days over, MMA Star Mark Kerr reflects on then, now

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Awesome Stuff Around The Internet

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The Definitive History of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Greatest Action Movie Quips – Grantland

25 Photos Of Animals Unshamelessly Staring At Your Food – Ned Hardy

10 Most Brutal Execution Methods Ever Created – Hexagram

A damn fine collection of cute girls – Bro My God

These earbuds allow you to control the EQ of live music events – Consequence of Sound

Jennifer Lawrence Shows Off The Goods – Crowd Ignite

The Angry Birds Bikini Showdown: Ellie Gonsalves vs Candice Swanepoel  – Linkiest

Company in China Fed up With Illegal Parking Rents an Excavator (video) – Leenks

20 Reasons Emily Ratajkowski Is the MVP of Instagram – Esquire

Yup…More Megan Fox Schoolgirl Outfit Photos from TMNT 2 – G-Celeb

This $500 Million House Could Be The Most Expensive House In The World – Elite Daily

Kaili Thorne is in a bikini and looking good! – Celeb Slam

20 Wrestlers Who Have Aged Terribly – The Richest

Life’s age old questions answered by the internet (gallery) – World Wide Interweb

The Habits of the World’s Smartest People – Entrepreneur

Woman Finally Upgrades Her Computer, Unknowingly Recycles an Apple I Worth $200,000 – The Blemish

Shut up and take my money (photos) – Bad Sentinel

FB1 Race-Taxi is a Beast – The Gentleman’s Garage

What the Rich Kids of Tehran Instagram Tells Us About Iranian Youth Culture – VICE

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37 Stunning Drone Photos From Around The World That Would Be Illegal To Shoot Today

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Clouds swirl through the pillars of Sagrat Cor Church, high on a hill above Barcelona. Twenty minutes later a thunderstorm hit the city.

 

Church on Spilled blood, St. Petersburg. In the early days (2013) you could fly drones pretty well anywhere.

 

The Hermitage Pavilion, St. Petersburg in autumn mist. I can’t see what the camera is seeing. People find that weird but I quite like the suspense of not knowing what I have until I get the camera in hand.

 

Visitors walk on fallen leaves in the Summer Garden, central St. Petersburg’s oldest Park.

 

The neatly arranged suburbs around Sagrada Familia. Octagonal city blocks allow for the light, spacious street corners which make al fresco beer & tapas in the town such a delight.

 

Russia’s candy-cane capital.

 

New Zealand, where only the hobbits have a hard time. Kauri Cliffs Golf course, who fly their caddies in from Penn State University.

 

Mother Armenia looking out over Yerevan. There’s a lot of bad stuff that went down between Turkey & Armenia 100 years ago, this statue is looking, sword in hand, at Mt. Ararat – once the pride of Yerevan but now lying within Turkish territory.

 

The Katskhi Pillar, where a Georgian hermit has lived for the past twenty years to be “closer to god.

Worker and Kolkhoz Woman striding into the future that was. Built for the soviet pavilion of the 1937 world fair in Paris, the steel masterwork now stands in the suburbs of northern Moscow.

 

Moscow’s Hotel Ukraina lit up at dusk. This picture was taken as the Russian stock markets crashed on “Black Tuesday”. Little whiffs of panic could be felt on the street. Moscow never looked or felt more like Gotham city.

 

Peter & Paul Cathedral after a snowstorm, Xmas day 2014. We *almost* saw the sun that day. Anyone who’s ever spent a December in St. Petersburg knows how rare this is.

 

Gilded spire of the Admiralty, St. Petersburg. HQ for Russia’s navy.

 

The Palace at Petergof, perched on a bluff some 30km from central Saint Petersburg. In the background is the frozen Gulf of Finland. If you want to know bleak, head to that wasteland on a dark winter’s day.

 

Sts. Peter & Paul Cathedral with tiny little christians walking round the base.

 

The angel atop the Alexander column in the centre of St. Petersburg. Built after Russia’s victory over Napoleon, the column’s 600 ton granite trunk was tipped into place by 2,000 soldiers. It balances without any attachment to its base.

 

Moscow’s Cathedral of Christ the Saviour with the Kremlin in background.

 

 

The Hermitage (foreground) and Palace Square. A LOT of history has stomped through this place.

 

The angel atop the Alexander column in the centre of St. Petersburg. Two cops saw me taking this photo, wandered over, asked me how much the drone had cost, then wandered off again. Those days are gone, 4eva.

 

Paris’ Sacré-Cœur glowing in a hazy sunrise.

 

The star fort at Bourtange. Three centuries after the last cannonball was fired in anger at the fort, it now serves as a museum and centre of a sleepy farming village in eastern Holland. The low, thick walls were designed to offset the pounding force of cannonfire.

 

The windswept Liberty Statue, overlooking Budapest.

 

Budapest, a fine city by day.

And even finer by night.

 

The spiky skyline of Istanbul.

 

Russian holidaymakers packed into a beach in Abkhazia.

 

Taj Mahal as the day’s first tourists trickle through the gates. Amazing to be seeing an angle that had almost certainly never before been seen – not in all the centuries this thing had stood there.

 

But, the police here had a drone ban in place even way back in the early days. I got warned, then tried to sneak a couple more pictures the next day. Word to the wise – the cops here are extremely diligent.

 

Two wrestlers practising the ancient Indian sport of Kushti. This was right next to the Taj Mahal & a minute or two after the picture was taken I two cops heard the noise & marched over. I was detained by a couple of young officers until a big bearish senior policeman was dropped off by motorbike. He properly yelled at me from behind a walrus moustache & I skulked out of town the next day.

 

Tbilisi, Georgia, where the people are friendly, the food is kickass and the policemen actually do their jobs.

 

A ruined college in Gali, inside the breakaway republic of Abkhazia. Ethnic cleansing went down here in the 90s & areas like this one are now a twilight zone of empty buildings and overgrown farmland.

 

Morning over Maximum City. Known to the locals as “Hill 3″ this knoll jutting above Mumbai’s northern slums is no more valuable than the land below. Access to running water, which the hill lacks, is more valuable than any view.

 

 

A knot of fishing boats at the entrance to Sassoon Dock, Mumbai.

 

The Lotus Temple, dotted with pigeons at sunrise. Designed by an Iranian exile, the building serves as the centre of the Bahai’i faith in Delhi.

 

Jama Masjid, the heart of Islam in India. The red sandstone structure was built under the orders of the same Mughal emperor of Taj Mahal fame.

 

The Vittoria Light, overlooking the Gulf of Trieste at sunset. Wow, this really blew up. Thank you Reddit! For my two-legged work check out http://www.amoschapplephoto.com/ .

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22 Escorts Reveal What Their First Day At “Work” Was Like

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1. I’m an actively working girl. My first time was only about a month ago. It was through a website where you make offers to pay a girl to go on a date with you. They had to be very clear that it was’t a prostitution website (you compensate for time it said, many many times) but sex was fairly well implied.

My first time was with a 43 year old married man in town on business. He had contacted me about a week prior, through the website, offering $80 for a date. he said he would give me $2000/month for regular sex if we liked each other. I said yes, and he told me which hotel to meet him at and when. He also told me what to wear.

I arrived and he wasn’t too bad looking–slender and way more tan than you normally see as far north as I am. He bought me a drink first at the hotel bar and we talked for a bit. I was unbelievably nervous, but he was fairly reassuring. I was sure everyone knew what I was there for, and I was terrified of anyone calling me out.

Eventually he suggested we head up to his room, and I gave the meekest “okay” that has ever passed my lips. We went up and sat on the bed and chatted a bit more before he kissed me. after a couple seconds he pulled back and said “i like the way you do that. Let’s take off your clothes, and see what else you do well.” I got naked and gave him a blow job. I was’t really expecting him to finish that way, but he did.

After that he laid back on the bed and indicated I should join him so we snuggled and talked for a bit more.

Eventually he told me that he thought I was funny and sweet and “too good at that” and that he didn’t want to see me again in case he formed an emotional attachment. He said he just wanted sex, he didn’t want to mess things up with his wife. I said that was fine and we talked some more.

Eventually I started putting my clothes on. I was waiting for him to give me some money, but he was’t making any moves in that direction, so I sat and talked with him a little longer. Eventually I reminded him that we had agreed on $80 for the date, and he acted all surprised. then he made a show of looking for his wallet and then counted out each bill and dropped it on the bed as he did. I took it and left, not accepting his offer to call me a cab.

I felt pretty gross. My later experiences were better.

 

2. My first job was a private client, and I was totally calm on my way there and during, it wasn’t until I got into a cab to go home that I started crying. I wasn’t even upset, It was just involuntary.

A month later I joined an agency my first night they gave me this guy who became my first regular, always booked half an hour and I never stayed longer than 10. The other job of the night was in an office in an old industrial estate, two very married man and another escort. She was really nice and reassuring and helped me get over the initial embarrassment. The rest of the night was just sitting in the car with my driver talking about WW2 and listening to Frank Sinatra.

Most of the time I even had fun! But I still always got butterflies on the drive there. I think it was the anticipation of not knowing who the guy was, they could he sincerely nice or they could be a complete jerk.

 

3. I was an independent escort for 4 years. My first night, I was ridiculously nervous. I went to an upscale hotel, nervously walked thru the lobby, hoping I looked like I belonged there, and not like what I was really there for. I was nervous the whole elevator ride up to his room. I walk to his room, lightly knock on the door. He opens the door, says (for the story’s sake, we will use the name Sarah) “Hi, Sarah?” and like an idiot I reply with my real name. We laughed it off. It was quick, 10 minutes. He was polite and clean. In the area for business. I ended up seeing him a few more times over the years, always very nice. Tipped on top of the hourly rate, which was always appreciated and made me choose to see him over other clients in the future. I have dozens of other stories if anyone is interested in hearing!

 

4. I’m a straight male escort and my first day of work was definitely not what I expected. I had (female) friends in the industry so I already knew what a normal job would be like. It’s the same regardless of gender.

In a typical booking, you meet, chat for a bit, sort out business, ask the client to shower then get down to business. For me, that generally includes a massage, foreplay, sex and a fair bit of conversation.

For my first booking, I received an email from a girl that basically went as follows:

“Hi, I’d like to book you as a birthday present for my friends 24th surprise party.”

No worries, I can do that…

I turned up early to help these girls prepare the surprise and they’re all insanely attractive. Out-of-my-league attractive. The girl who booked me then drops this bombshell on me:

“Oh, by the way, all of us girls are either escorts or strippers.”

Uh oh, I’m in way over my head…

I do my best to remain calm and collected and we all enjoy ourselves before the birthday girl shows up. They all turn out to be lovely girls and we all had a fun night. No actual sex but there were a few shenanigans that went on.

At the end of the day it was a definite “thrown in the deep end” experience but one I’ll never forget.

5. This sounds awful, but I was so desperate for money that I posted on Craigslist. Obviously that was stupid and dangerous, but I was 17 and I didn’t think about it. I basically asked people to bid to see who I would go with. Keep in mind this was a suburb in the midwestern US, so the money wasn’t crazy. I ended up driving 45 minutes to meet a guy who then drove me to his house. Again, so stupid. I can’t believe I didn’t die that night. This dude was like 50, heavy cigarette smoker, smelled like booze. I told him I was 19. (So stupid.)

The guy paid me $60/hr for three hours. He smoked a few bowls, talked about jazz, and then very creepily went on and on about my boobs. I jerked him for like 30 minutes with this horrible rose-scented lotion, blew him, and eventually we had sex. I was impressed he could get it up with how high he was and figured he must be on something else. That’s mostly what I was thinking about the whole time.

I didn’t feel it when he came because I was too concerned trying to give a good performance. So awkward, but he didn’t seem to notice. When I got off him there was no condom on his dick and I freaked until I realized it was still inside me.

We “hung out” for a little while (read: he slept and I tried not to puke) and then he took me back to my car, filled up my tank and gave me $300. All in all, not a horrible first experience, but also not wonderful. He’s called me a few times, but I never went back.

 

6. I started working because I’d gotten a few propositions through a dating website. I was studying med at the time and I was short on money. So one time, this guy made me what seemed like a lucrative offer and I agreed.

I didn’t know how any of it worked, so I told a friend I was going out and to call or text me in an hour’s time. We initially met in a park at night, sat in his very, very nice car, had a bit of a flirty chat, then made an appointment. He said he was 58 years old, but I think he was about 15-20 years older than that.

A week or two later, I drove over to his apartment. I was petrified, but I needed the money so I rang the doorbell. It was a lovely apartment, and he paid upfront. He was nice enough. He asked me to do some things that I didn’t want to do, so I said, “Maybe not this time.” Kept an eye on the time (via the helpful clock radio next to the bed) and thankfully he finished on time. Had a shower, bit of a chat afterwards, and then he kissed me goodbye on the cheek.

I think the fact that I said no to rimming annoyed him a little, but he texted later and asked if I would like to do a threesome with another working girl. Things proceeded from there.

 

7. I drank a heap of wine before I went to the agency. This was about 2.5 years ago when the industry was booming. I did booking after booking and went home with a massive wad of cash. I didn’t think about it too much. I just loved the rush of being booked and making so much money. The industry is dead over here now and I have no idea why.

 

8.

Yes I was nervous, but it wasn’t really awkward. I had two clients that day.

I can’t even explain the feeling of my heart in my throat on the way to my first job. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. But it ended up very well.

The first guy was really nice. Mid 30’s, extremely average looking. It was somewhat… boring. We started out with small talk, he offered me a bowl, which I refused. He smoked a little and then eventually kissed me. He had a bit of an ass fetish, I let him eat my asshole and lightly spank me, and then I let him put it in my ass- I figured that it was my first client, I should do a good job. I still see him from time to time, and he always tips very well. Along with the occasional gift of art or books.

And the second guy didn’t even try to have sex with me, he wanted me to smoke a cigarette while watching him masturbate. That’s about it. He paid me for an hour without question and I never saw him again.

I still escort from time to time. It’s great money and a lot of the time, it’s just lonely older men. My agency is very safe, my clients don’t have my personal number (unless I give it to them) and they make me check in with them before I go in and again when I’m done.) Don’t get me wrong, I get some strange requests, but for the most part it’s just sex. I love sex, it hasn’t discouraged me in any way shape or form.

 

9. My first time professionally was with an awkward Indian engineering student who paid me $500 to drive out to his apartment and do a two hour session with him.

Oh my gosh, I was so incredibly nervous the whole way, didn’t really know what I was doing, but once I got there, I pretty much went with the flow, chatted him up, started playing with him, and we had really epic conversation and he’s still responsible for one of my top ten orgasms (perfect little 4″ curved penis, hit my g spot with every thrust). Fucked twice, I gave him a blowjob while he was on the phone talking with people he was working with. I’m fairly certain he thoroughly enjoyed himself.

Immediately afterwards, on the drive back, I was just so utterly dumbfounded that I got paid that much to fuck a guy that was theoretically dating material if he had the time to date. It was tremendously encouraging, and I have those sorts of experiences with wonderful men (usually around thirty years my senior) sufficiently often that I’m not going to quit escorting until I age out.

 

10. When I was 18 I was tight on cash and decided, fuck it. I need a sugar daddy. I went on craigslist and found a guy. He wanted to meet me first and needed a new girl to replace his old one, he was willing to pay 4 figures per date. I drove to meet him and was stuck in traffic on the way for an hour or two. I sat at a Starbucks for a while waiting, he got lost because he was only there on a business trip. I was shaking by the time he came. We got burgers and drinks and sat at a table waiting for everything, talking. He was sweet but not my type, I was so nervous and shaking. We got to his hotel and sat and talked and ate, then started getting frisky. He would not stop talking about how amazing I looked and was and I know he was trying to flatter me but after a while it got really old. I stayed the night and left in the morning. He gave me money for gas. I later told him I’m sorry but the age difference felt too weird and he would have to find another girl, but really I just couldn’t stand him.

Then I found this married guy. We talked, I sent him pictures of myself and he was hooked. He ordered things off of Amazon for me to bring (we’re talking bondage/anal stuff) Anal was on the list of “necessities” to him. I was an anal virgin and reaaallly hesitant about it. I told him I wanted to be blindfolded for the thrill of it, but really, I just didn’t want to see his face. Drove an hour to a motel in his town to see him. The way everyone looked at me, I knew they knew what I was there for. I knocked on the door, it opened. I stepped inside where the lights were off, kept my eyes to the ground. He came up to me and started stroking my arms, my face. He instructed me to put the blindfold on and I did.

I hated it. I hated every minute of it. I lost my anal virginity to him and it was painful and I cried. I could feel his fat slapping against my stomach, he kissed me with his bushy beard tickling my face and I fucking hated it, I wanted to vomit. He gave me the $400 and I left. I cried all the way home.

He was nuts about me, wanted to take me on trips and buy me an apartment in his town and all that. I agreed to meet him again, but no anal and no kissing. I told him it felt weird to kiss him when he had a wife (I know, what a fucking lame excuse but what was I supposed to say, “you disgust me”?).

The second time he was coked out and had a hard time keeping it up. I had to awkwardly console him while he beat himself up over it, and suck his flaccid dick several times. We laid together for a while and we had a bit of “sex” (without a full boner it’s pretty much a fail). Once he gave up on the whole thing and admitted defeat, I packed everything up and sat at the edge of the bed. He brought my money and placed it in my hands, and told me to look at him. I was still wearing the blindfold and I shook my head. He took it off of me and told me to look at him. He was wearing a bandana that covered most of his face except his eyes. He had lovely eyes, and it made me want to cry when I thought of his wife.

This dude was convinced that I wasn’t in it for the money. I had a sick mind, I had a dirty side, and only he could fulfill it. I didn’t bother correcting him because I didn’t want to kill the self esteem he was building for himself.
I told him I couldn’t do it anymore. He messaged me a few times over the next year but I kept telling him no, no matter what price he gave me.

I regret both encounters to this day and nobody knows about it.

 

11. When I was 18 I was looking for a sugar daddy when the CMO of a very well known company (he didn’t tell me this, I screened him and the reverse image search brought heaps of Forbes articles on him) offered me $1000 for the hour if I came to his hotel room. I hadn’t considered transactional sex for money before but I was interested with the price so I showed up, got my money in about three minutes and went home with an uncontrollably large smile on my face.

I wasn’t nervous and I didn’t feel guilty but then again I’ve never been sexually repressed and did plenty of research beforehand. The only awkward part of the night was when he finished rather quickly and then, I’m assuming from embarrassment, threw the cash at the door and asked me to leave.

I’ve been doing it ever since (15 months now) and it’s been such a positive experience I’ve begun seriously considering taking a sabbatical from university and pursuing sex work full time.

 

12. Just after high school, my girlfriend got a job as an escort. It was back when pagers were cool, for reference. I dropped her off at work on her first night. The place was in a strip mall, just a little spot that looked like a half-empty travel agency or insurance shop. It was out-calls only, so you basically wouldn’t know it was an escort service. I hung out in town, because she said she’d page me if she needed me to come get her.

She paged me pretty quick. I picked her up and we drove to a McDonalds and got coffee. She was a wreck. She said that she told them she was going on a break, but that she wanted me to take her home. She wasn’t even going back to get paid.

She went on an out-call, to a guy’s house. They had bouncer-like guys to drive the girls places, and so a guy drove her to some guy’s house and waited outside in the car. The customer obviously wanted to have sex, and she was totally blindsided by this. I honestly don’t think she knew that she was a sex worker. She thought she was going to be a “go out on the town for a date” kind of escort. She even wore one of her nicest dresses.

Long story short, she ended up just watching the guy masturbate before fleeing the place and getting driven back to the office. Then I picked her up and she never went back. The thing I remember most clearly was when she was describing it to me. She was disillusioned, incredulous. “There were pictures of his wife on the walls! Pictures of his family!”

 

13. 2003, I am an exceptionally naive 22 year old with six figure debt from a failed marriage and a baby to support on my own. A year before I had been approached by a friend of my sister who offered me a job as an escort. A had no idea what an escort did but the offer of $150 an hour remained in my mind and I called the guy when I reached as low as I was willing to go. I thought escorts danced or masturbated, I wasn’t even a good dancer. I have no idea what I was thinking.

Looking back, my first appointment was a disaster. John was exceptionally patient but I was so anxious. We had a drink, smoked a bowl, and he offered me some coke. Never have done coke before, I hoped it would help my nerves and obliged myself to his offer. That obviously didn’t work. Another hour of chatter and he asked me what I could do, sensing I wasn’t exactly on firm footing with the current endeavor. I had brought a bag of lingerie and offered to model it for him. Somehow this was sufficient for him and the drive home later was to this day one of the most fun drives I have ever had.

Of all the things in life I am thankful for, few rate higher than my dislike of coke. Instead of getting sucked into all that, I got myself out of debt, bought a house and went back to school. Graduated two weeks ago debt free with one of the most sought after degrees from a prestigious school. I have been working independently since 2005 and currently work one $1500 session a week (all my clients I have had more than five years). It has been a lifestyle that has served me well, I have met amazing people and had unforgettable experiences that would otherwise been impossible. Retiring is one of the harder things I have to do but in three months I hang up my heels and am walking away.

I still see John, of course I fuck him now. It only took about four appointments and a huge blow up with a client with more realistic expectations for his $250 an hour to figure out what I was supposed to be doing, then I learned how to do it really well. I have spent a third of my life as a prostitute but I have a beautiful home with big diploma on the wall, happy kid, multiple vehicles in my garage, and the world an open possibility. I am a very lucky lady.

 

14. No longer an escort (only saw a few clients and decided I’d rather make money the normal way) but here’s my first experience. Signed up to an escort & cam girl site, my partner couldn’t accompany me to the meet so I got my gay best friend to drive me. It was in a Travelodge (classy!) And I was super nervous. I’d asked him if there was anything in particular he wanted me to wear, and he had said he wanted me in casual clothes and no make up. Of course, guys don’t really have a clue what girls look like without a stitch of makeup on so I put on foundation, blush and mascara and a cute sundress.

The guy was around 50 (I was twenty at the time) and he mainly wanted to make out and cuddle. For some reason he had covered himself in talcum powder which was odd, and he wasn’t attractive which made it hard for me to get aroused but he seemed very happy. The thing that weirded me out a little was he kept talking about how young I was and asked me for my real name several times (I had a fake name for obvious reasons). I was reluctant to give him my real name and instead just gave him another fake name – I told him my real name was Elizabeth but my friends called me Lizzie and he called me Lizzie for the remainder of the appointment – then had the cheek to try and haggle me down for an extra hour which I declined.

Afterwards, when I was 300 quid richer for an hour of “work”, I felt strangely empowered.

 

15. I was 22, just graduated with a BA in a major that would make me no money. Moved in with my parents and was on a downward spiral.

I posted on Craigslist ($400 an hour, I had no clue about rates and still don’t but from this thread it seems high) and met a man the next night at his house for an agreed-upon 30 minutes. We sat on the couch and talked a little bit. He ran a small business, divorced, overweight, 40s. Really ordinary and quite nice, actually.

He took me into the bedroom and there were lit candles and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. I wouldn’t kiss him for awhile, but he seemed lonely I guess? I eventually did. (Stupid, probably.) He put a condom on and I blew him for awhile, but he didn’t stay hard consistently. I climbed on and rode him and he didn’t come by the time the 30 minutes were up. I liked him, so I kept going until he finished — maybe another 20 minutes? I didn’t charge him for the extra. I didn’t enjoy it as much as I would with a regular partner, but it wasn’t bad. After we finished he thanked me and we hugged. He suggested that next time he make a spaghetti dinner and we could eat and get to know each other.

It wasn’t as bad as I had expected, and I wasn’t traumatized, but I never did it again. I’m not sure why. He texted me several times after and eventually I told him I’d moved.

 

16. It all happened over Thanksgiving break my freshman year (college). I had heard a website for sugar baby a/daddy’s and decided to try it out. After weeding through all of the messages I got, I found a guy that was actually attractive and had chemistry with. So we decide to meet up at his place.

The drive over I almost turned around 5 times, I was so nervous. I know on his door and he looks mostly like his pics, just a little older and shorter than I was led to believe haha. Its both of our first times so we have no idea what to do. We sit on the couch, talk and put on a movie.

Afterwards we go to the bedroom and fool around and do everything but sex (I was too nervous). It was great and I spent the night. He ended up paying for my rent ($670) and a new phone ($500). All-in-all, he was a super nice guy but ended up getting too attached :/ I’ve continued to be a sugar baby and make awesome money from it with the added bonus of only sleeping with guys that I’m attracted to :)

 

17.  I was 35. I’m fit, tall, long brown hair and eyes that shift from blue to green, in good shape from bicycling. I have a Ph.D. in linguistics and a master’s in literature, and I’m male.

I was “in-between employment” and talking in a philosophy-oriented discussion forum on the Internet with some friends I had made there. I had discussed, at length, the importance of Jung’s notion of the Shadow in proto-Indo-European myth cycles, and was privately messaged by a woman who had not taken part in the discussion, but had followed it with interest.

She is a practicing Freudian psychoanalyst, in a large American city, and we discussed the tensions between Freud’s and Jung’s approaches, and the nature of the Shadow and integration. We began discussing sexual proclivities, then of course it turned to our own, we shared several compatibilities, and she confessed that she wanted to explore some kinky fantasies she had, and wondered if I would write her some erotic fiction on a number of themes. I agreed, and she enjoyed them immensely.

We talked more in-depth over the course of a month, had chatsex, swapped pictures, and so forth. A month after we first talked, she offered to fly me to her, put me up in a hotel for two weeks, and pay me a sum of money to act out her fantasies with her.

I considered it. She insisted on it being a business arrangement, so that she wouldn’t “catch feelings” (in not such exact terms) and because of the rather intense nature of her fantasies – “buying a sex slave” was part of them. I finally agreed.

Two weeks of the utter legal limits of debauchery (aside from the fact of the exchange of money for companionship and services) ensued. Sex while reciting poetry, sex while drunk, sex in public, sex at a private party with an audience, domination, submission, role-play, on the roof of a high-rise in a thunderstorm half-expecting to die of a lightning strike. Waking up tired, sore, bruised, and mildly dehydrated was the norm. I tied her up, suspended her in a web of ropes, and thrummed them with a cello bow until she orgasmed from the sensation and the verbal accompaniment. She placed a rather vicious dog’s choke collar on me, chained me, and proceeded to entice and humiliate and tease me for hours – until I was slavering and manic to ravish her, and only then she tugged open the knot securing me from acting on my impulses. Far darker things we did.

Over time, we met for sex a few more instances – but we inevitably had developed feelings for each other, and so discontinued the business end of the arrangement. I had used the money to start a business, and gave her back every penny she had given me, and we agreed that we’d finally consider it an interest-free loan. Some of what I wrote for her and that we wrote together has since been published under a pen name, with a little commercial success.

She considers me her last hurrah – she went through menopause shortly after our last sexual visit together, and now doesn’t have the same sexual drive.

I have never involved money in a sexual relationship before or since, and honestly, none of the other relationships I’ve had compare in intensity or raw honesty with the experience we spent together. We stripped each other’s souls bare and bleeding, and know one another more intimately than anyone else knows us.

 

18. This was only a few months ago. I haven’t made the best decisions in life. I was still 18 at the time and I moved out on my own. I started having a hard time making rent so I started posting ads and going on “dating” sites.

I got a lot of attention and started to talk to a lot of men but never actually went through any of it. That was until a month later or so and I got desperate and finally accepted an offer from one guy I had been talking to for a while. He was in his 40s, from another town, and offered me $900 for the night.

When the night came along, he booked a hotel, and I went over there some time that evening. I was so nervous, I could barely speak a word when I got there. He was an average looking guy. I wasn’t attracted to him but it didn’t cross my mind that it mattered. I was still about to have sex with someone I technically just met, and for money. He ended up offering drinks (yes, I know how stupid this was now that I think about it) and I got drunk enough eventually to relax a lot more. Once I was relaxed, he started kissing me, we eventually got naked, performed oral. We had sex twice and he got off in less than two minutes each time. Which was a really good thing because he was bigger than I expected too. After that, we just went to sleep and I left in the morning. yes, i stayed over night which was probably another dumb thing to do but oh well.

I guess it ended up being better than I expected but maybe I was just luckier than some girls here that he wasn’t too creepy or gross. Since then I’ve only done this twice more but not with him.

 

19. When I was 20 I used to troll around on Grindr for guys, and one day this guy messages me to hook up. He seemed to be the older type and I was interested so we met at a Starbucks to see if we liked each other. He turned out to be a fairly fit man in his late 40’s that was still quite handsome.

We chatted each other up and he was really nervous, and admitted it was his first time. We eventually went out to dinner and went back to my place where we had sex. I was letting him sleep over but he suddenly had urgent business at 3am in the morning so he left. When I woke up I found that he had left 300 dollars on my desk.

Honestly at first I wasn’t happy because I’m not a whore and I didn’t need the money but I figured what the hell and got over it. He texts me a week later and wants to get back with me and I wasn’t dating anyone at the time so I agreed.

We did the same thing where we went to see a movie instead and went back to my place where instead of having sex he just wanted to cuddle me and talk about his job. So I sat through 3 hours of him bitching about his life before he had to go and again I found 300 dollars in my desk.

This continued for a good 4-5 weeks of the same thing where we didn’t have sex and he just wanted to cuddle me and talk, and where afterwards he left me money. I found out he was the directing manager or whatever of a company and he had a wife and kids and didn’t want them to know so he’d say he was out drinking with his friends.

One week he stopped texting me and I didn’t bother texting him so that was that. I think he was a closeted guy that just wanted male contact and it was quite sad but just one of those things

 

20.  At 20, I was on AFF when I was offered 2,000 dollars for two hours of my time and a few snaps with his cock inside me. He was a 65 year old man. The sex was pretty good for being twenty, and I got off on the notion that he was paying to fuck me. Honestly, holding the money in my hand afterwards turned me on much that I masturbated the second I got home with the envelope in my hand.

I did escorting for three years before an ex ruined my reputation. I loved it. Sure, some guys were dicks, but I was making anywhere from 250-400 for like twenty minutes of work. Now, I can talk to just about anyone without reservation.

 

21. I’m a former escort. My first day was easy because I started off as a dancer. I used to work bachelor type parties. The guys would ask for more. Eventually I just agreed to more. My cousin and her friend did parties like “reverse bachelor parties.” Basically a guy getting divorced so like 2-4 of his buddies would hire us to go out and dance. Almost always in a private residence. I would say like 90 percent of the parties the men were over 45. So we would go and dance and hang out. Then at the end either my cousin or her friend would go with the “bachelor” into a bedroom.

When I first went along it was because my cousin got sick and she asked me to go with her friend. She explained I would have to just go, flirt, sit on a few laps. I could dress as sexy as I wanted. So I did that. I wore shorts and a tank top. I looked cute but didn’t really fit the look. I turned out to have fun.

I ended up topless and basically got paid to sit around, joke and flirt with a bunch of men. I really love attention so worked out well. We were there like 2 hours and I got $150. After that they used me as a substitute more often or if the group was larger. I got a bit more crazy with my outfits.

When you’re in that environment it’s fun. People were laughing, drinking. Passed around joints (etc.) it was just fun. My outfits got more daring and I started to REALLY enjoy the feeling I got. I sat on a ton of laps and basically would feel boners. I would laugh and joke. Men treat you differently. The same man who would be embarrassed if you caught him looking at your tits at the super market had no problems looking when you are there to party. After a few months (7-8)of doing this I felt like the next step was no biggie. I would get like 120-160 for just hanging out but the girl who went with the bachelor for more.

When I would go to parties the other girl would just tell the guys right away that she would be the girl for the bachelor. After I felt ready, we gave the option. I’m smaller/petite. My cousin was curvier with booty and boobs. Her friend is curvy too but Asian. The first time I got picked I pretty much just gave him a naked lap dance and stuff progressed. Afterwards I felt super sexy and empowered. I would do like 1 or 2 parties a month. Who ever got picked would go in the bedroom. The other girl would just hang out and flirt. We would also give out info for 1 on 1 meetings.

I never had to use websites or walk the street. That lead to more traditional meetings. I never had any creeps. Every guy I met was a guy I had laughed and joked with before so made it easier. We all normally played safe but I let a few regulars do different stuff. Anal or unprotected. I am a sexual person so I tended to have fun. I didn’t orgasm Every time but I did a lot.

Many of the men I met with 1-on-1 were married over 45. The only down side for me was making an appointment a few days in advance and just not being into it the night of the meeting. Since many were married they would plan a night when their wife was busy or whatever. Some nights I wasn’t into it and had to fake it. Boo hoo right? I did like 1 or 2 parties a month and met 1-3 guys for 1 on 1 meetings a month. It wasn’t full time, I just did it to supplement my income.

I made around an extra 1200 a month. It was fun. I stopped around a year ago because I met a guy in my “normal” life. We dated a while and I got serious. By then I also got a better “normal job” and was making a lot better than minimum wage. After I quit I still met a few of my regulars for a bit. I love my bf and my current life but occasionally I still miss the old life. The excitement. My bf treats me well. Tells me I’m beautiful. But not the same as the other men looked at me.

 

22. This is from the other end of things. I’m in my early ’50’s, fairly wealthy, and I hire a specific escort 1-2 times a month to play my girlfriend at social/business events. I do it for one very specific reason: to see the mixture of jealousy/hatred in the eyes of my associates when I walk in with her on my arm. Since I’m not interested in cultivating an actual relationship with someone less than half my age, I find this to be an excellent way to really piss off the people (both men and women) I socialize/do business with, without looking like I’m actively trying to piss them off. Petty, I know, but sweetly satisfying nevertheless. All the men want to bang her, and all of the women want to kill her in some gruesome fashion, especially the older ones.

We’ve never had sex. Although I was practically insatiable when I was younger, these days the only reliable of way of doing the deed requires the assistance of little blue pills, and I find I’m just not terribly interested anymore. It still surprises me at times, but I have to say I’m considerably more clear-headed now than I was even ten years ago. A fair trade-off, all in all.

For those who’re wondering, the girl looks somewhat like a taller, much more physically fit Inara from Firefly. She’s a med student (many escorts are college girls who’re in need of cash, according to her), works for an agency, and I pay $500 for her time, plus extra if there’s sex (negotiated outside of the agency). We don’t have sex but I pay her an additional $500 anyway to make it worth her while, more if we go out of town. She plays the role of devoted girlfriend very well and seems to enjoy the effect she has at the gatherings I take her to almost as much as I do.

The fact that she’s not only beautiful but highly intelligent just makes the folks at these events hate me all the more.

If things end early we’ll sometimes go back to my place and watch bad horror movies, which we both love. We do our own Mystery Science Theater routine, shouting at the screen (e.g., “don’t go down into the basement!”) and throwing popcorn at the idiots getting hacked up by the killer clown or whatever. It’s a kick.

She doesn’t talk about her other clients, but from what I gather I’m the only one she doesn’t do something sexual with. I gather I’m sort of a “paid night off” deal, where she gets to play a role while circulating with the rich and sometimes famous without having to get sweaty at the end of it.

I have to say, I’ve had more fun with this girl, an escort, than most of my ex’s. It’ll be a sad day for me when she becomes an MD and moves out of escort work. I’ll be happy for her, of course, but I’ll miss the stir we cause when we go out together.

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This is insane! (Hound App)

Man plays The Beatles on his guitar during BRAIN SURGERY so doctors could monitor for any damage

Chinese filmmaker asks people on the street what day it is on the anniversary of the Tiananmen Square massacre. Simple premise, unforgettable reactions

The Lion King and Aladdin on Broadway had a flight delay… SING OFF!

Welcome to metro Detroit, f**k you!

Incredible Jordan dunk from a Nike exhibition game in Italy during the ’85 offseason

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Hot Babe Of The Day: Lucerne

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When I start Game of Thrones and there’s no HBO Nudity warning



 

When I’m about to destroy the enemy capital, and they offer a peace treaty



 

When my girlfriend asks if I’m ready to go to her friend’s baby shower



 

When I’m asleep and my girlfriend says “Well, I guess we’re not having sex tonight.”



 

When Netflix says they won’t use ads after all



 

When I’m high as fuck and I try to act like I’m actually listening to my friends



 

Every time I’ve finished watching a ‘Last Week Tonight with John Oliver’ video.



 

When I clog the toilet at a party 



 

When my package status says “out for delivery” and it’s almost 5 PM but then I hear a knock on the door 



 

On a rainy day someone jokes ‘whatever happened to global warming?”



 

When my best friend and I are sharing an inside joke and my girlfriend’s in the back seat 



When my wife said she forgot the tickets

 


 

When I remember my ex still has a tattoo on her back of one of my drawings 



 

When she turns around and you notice the ass is flat 



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