Punting regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to make than a short post about [to the tune of Frank Sinatra, My Way].
Well, frankly I would have preferred to have been born an irresistible sex god to women, who could make them squirt all over the rented furniture of various hotel rooms with just my little finger, rather than a fat little bastard who made his sex bones by shagging a couple of hundred prossies for $$$$. When I went to university there was a man who shagged an entire building's worth of tight bodied little female students by simply calling around until he found one who was feeling horny; its not his sex life I want, but his power lol.
But far better the life I've led than becoming an incel weirdo like this bloke:
External Link/Members OnlyNow, to actually answer the topic, I've got a couple of regrets that aren't to do with the usual complaints about EAS, bait and switch, bad service etc etc.
1. One of my bigger regrets is discovering the best shag in Berlin, a blonde Moldovan sex goddess who was 30 but had the body of 18 year old, and the skills of a professional nymphomaniac, right before I had to leave the city because my work there was coming to an end. I'd been there for months, and stumbled onto this woman after a disappointing punt with a Latina WG, and that was both the first and the last time I got to shag her. Its a tragic waste of time this hobby sometimes, so many mediocre punts to find the odd brilliant gem...
2. Continuing to fall for the idea that paying over the odds will get you a decent/better shag; I don't do this very often, but every so often I will persuade myself to break my iron rule and pay more than £100 for a shag. I've yet to walk away from one and think 'Yup, that was totally worth shelling out more than I normally would' (limited exception has been a couple of threesomes I've had, which were on balance generally worth it for the double blow job sensations). If anything there seems to be a distinct correlation between expensive prices and crap punts; you can check my reviews for more details.
3. Discovering an escort who could squirt last year and thinking I could bargain some sort of limited menu of services for less than her usual full price (she's a nice lass but out of my budget for regular punts, and I let the small head do the thinking). The trouble with that is it is always a gamble, one in this case which cost me a perfectly reasonable opportunity to watch a woman climax without me having to work my ass off for it in civvie life. Ah well, sometimes you have to admit you bolloxed something up yourself rather than the other way round. Some WGs are happy to trade regular bookings for discounts and some, well, aren't
4. Taking too long to learn to walk away from crap service. So many times you don't want to admit that you gambled and lost, though I am getting better at this as I get older (early 30s now, started punting at 21).
5. Various cheap and mindblowingly good regular WGs moving on elsewhere to where I can no longer bang my brains out with them.