i have an add on a web site for casuall encounters ...this woman wants me to be a handyman and she will do?

Question

things to me as i work around the house what do i do to prevent stage fright i plan on practicing safe sex have any of you folks ever had role playing

Answer 1

isn't that called prostitution?

Answer 2

Sounds like you've found a woman who wants to pay you to fix her house by providing you with free sex.

Well, maybe you didn't find her. Maybe she found you.

At first you might think it's a good deal, but eventually, you'll come to the realization that you are paying twice to have sex with her. First by providing free home repairs, and second by providing free stud service.

So, to net it out, you pay twice, and she pays once.

If this is what is really going on, then, maybe you need to ask yourself is who is getting screwed here.

If I were you, I would separate work from pleasure. In other words, you will work for her if she will pay you. And you will provide free sex for her if she provides free sex for you.

Any other way you slice it, she's a hooker and you're a john.

On the DANGEROUS side: Stay away from the idea of having bartered services. If the IRS hears about it, they will expect you to pay income taxes on the estimated value of your barter.

On the HUMOROUS side, here's a joke I received recently:

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS AND SAYS, HONEY, COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY? IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.

HE LOOKS AT HER AND ANGRILY SAYS, FIX THE LIGHTS NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO.

FINE, SHE SAYS, AND ASKS, WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT.

TO WHICH HE REPLIES, FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO.

FINE, SHE SAYS, THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR? THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK.

I'M NOT A CARPENTER, AND I DON'T WANT TO FIX STEPS.
HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS. I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!

SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS. THEN HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES TO GO HOME.

AS HE APPROACHES THE ENTRANCE TO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.

AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.

AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.

HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?

SHE SAYS, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT OUTSIDE AND CRIED.

JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.

HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE FOR HIM.

SO THE HUSBAND SAYS, WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE FOR HIM?

SHE REPLIES, HELLOOO? DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO!