I want to elaborate on Q's statements and confirm that I have had almost the same conversation regarding the two personas.

The WG persona was one that had to be at all times at the top of her game, because in this review system that we have, it is quite easy when she is having a bad day that she will be criticised about her performance. Which to me is totally wrong, as she is judged on her last performance , ie she is as good as her last performance. This not only loads the distress factor to quite a high level , but also drains the poor WG to the point of exhaustion.

Coupled to the fact that us punters are needy (thats why we visit them), and then the poor WG must constantly lift us up from whichever dark and lonely place we emerge from, so they are not only giving their bodies to us, but it is also a mindf_ck on their side. We all know that ladies have a more emotional approach to sex than men, we can simply put it in a box and carry on, not so with women, and certainly not with WG's.

That is why there is a different persona operating as a WG than the real one. I once commented on the fact that a certain lady's voice change from the time that you would see her in her WG persona and the real she that comes out if you meet up socially without any strings attached.

I wonder how many of us realise what a draining experience it is for a WG to operate under this constant stress and us punters with our, lets call it Mommy complex for lack of a better word. It is hard work. That could be one reason why drugs are so prevalent in this industry.

But to get back to topic, and again to back up Q's statement : at the end of a long working day, the WG goes home, She is tired, drained, exhausted, emotionally battered, physically used. To then change into a normal person, is almost impossible. That little time that she has for her own persona to breath is miniscule after shutting down the WG persona.

So really my statement at the end of my ramblings :

If you want to marry a WG, take her out of the industry. Marriage and a WG career cannort in my humble opinion operate hand in hand.

That you can make a marriage work , yes , I am pretty sure of. Build it on a solid foundation.

Marriage is like any other relationship that you have, be it with your partner, kids, friends, etc : you have to always work on it, and you will not always get out of it that you put in. But at the end of the day, is it not better to give than to receive ?

@PB **LIKE**

Having had first hand experience of this phenomenon, I must venture to say that I find it impossible to marry a WG , let alone take her out the industry.

Way too much alcohol right now, will address this at a more sober moment.

Eeeeasy there tiger

Anyone seen Robert DE Niro and Sharon stone in the movie CASINO ? Nuff said.... :-)

Probably will fail...
I met a WG.... really hot , full of fire and with a great personality just after my divorce . She, at the time recently started to work at a club. That night it so happened that me and a few close visit that club for drinks ..
Later she and I got close to each other and started dating . Became crazy about each other . Thought about taking it further . Big question over my head .... Friends met her 1 night only when we 1st met.
So 1st problem was friends would know what she did. And that brought in the 2nd problem .. would any of my other friends one day ask me ... her face is so familiar .. where have I met her before ??

Sober for a change, so let me take another bash at it.

I am hereby irrevocably revoking one of my previous posts where I stated that a marriage between a punter and a working girl can work.

At that time I was just seeing the good in everyone, not the dark side lurking behind the mask. My eyes were opened to the dark side and it scared me. Shitless.

I am now stating that it is my firm believe that it will never work.

But then credit must be given to the players out there, they are amazing actresses. Remember guys that they will fake orgasms till doomsday, and you will in your abandonment think that it was just for you. Really ? They lie about their work, they lie to their families (what percentage of ladies show their faces on this site?, Why, because they are scared their family and friends will find out). They lie to us, telling us we are THE ONE. Wake up. We are all THE ONE.

It amuses me to read about the punters claims to have ladies orgasm on a regular basis. Meg Ryan did that in a restaurant, so good that I was getting horny. Your wife is doing it, the girlfriend is doing it, you are not that good .

So I am stating that for me personally, a marriage between a punter and a WG can never succeed. After the initial fanfare and emotion, reality sets in. The white picket fence does not look so nice after a month or two. The restlessness will take over, the need for money, which is ever so ingrained in them will inevitably sink that ship.

Harsh words, but think clearly for a while. There are approximately 1,000 WG advertising on this site. There are millions of girls in the real world. Why ever would you as a punter marry one of these WG ? Your sample to pick from is so small in comparison with the real world. Your sample is flawed in any case, as you both live in this netherworld.

And if you think that I am only being derogatory to WG's, us punters are a bunch of idiots, risking livelihoods, families, lives to be entertained by the girls. How many thousands of us are there? Lets venture 40,000 punters, punting twice a month, so that would be 80,000 punts per month, giving on average 80 punts per girl per month, or 20 per week or 4 per day. So on average a girl will have 300 days at 4 punts, which is 1,200 punts per year, and lets assume she is in the industry for 5 years, then we are talking about 6,000 punts over 5 years.

That is a well used pussy. I would even call it a worn out pussy.

Is that what you want for the rest of your life ? A pussy that was used 6,000 by probably 5,000 diffrent me (I am assuming now not regulars like Spurs or Jacobus, etc who only frequents one lady)

And girls, why would you want to find the love of your life betwixt us. We are no good. There are better out there. Us 40,000 punters mostly have wifes or girlfriends or concubines, so we are also living a lie. Some just more than others. That why this is a closed community, we can only talk to each other. This is no topic for discussion around the braaivleis fire.

So both groups, punters and girls, should venture out and find love outside this netherworld. There are really millions of eligible people out there. Go find them. You need to get back into the real life. The odds are stacked against you, so only my very best wishes to you, our lovely ladies of the night.

So what happened, PeterBuck? Which lady is responsible for this post?

No matter what happened, keep well. Cheers!

Deleted asks : "So what happened, PeterBuck? Which lady is responsible for this post?"


The lady responsible for this post is :


The most beautiful woman in this world in my eyes.

She has long hair running down her back.

Her eyes are huge and look right into your soul.

Her nose is finely sculptured and perfect.

The lips are the most kissable lips that I have ever encountered in my, granted, limited experience. The lips are so exquisite that I am sometimes mesmorised by them, staring at them, losing track of time, and only fixating on kissing them.

She calms me down, to the point that I can function better.

She makes me a better person.

She envelops me with her being so that no other being can be noticed.

She must be a witch, because without trying she took my heart, which I gladly gave.

Her hands are firm and well kept.

Her feet are simply exquisite.

Her bum is a work of art.

Her magnetism is so that even when I leave, I am counting the hours till I see her again.

I wake up each and every morning thinking about her.

I go to bed each and every night thinking about her and saying a prayer.



She is and will to my utter detriment always be :

"MY PONDERING PRINCESS"

I wanted to put a ring on her and did actually propose.

No luck. Shot down in flames. Never to see her again. Never to hold her again. Never to kiss her again. Only knowing how much you miss her now that she is gone. Knowing that finding another like her is impossible. Not even looking for anyone else. Fucked for life. Ain't life a bitch.