My experiences with prostitutes (Part 2 of 3) (1265 hits)
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Submitted by Thor (View user info) at 2005-04-03 11:03:11 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/63246
"Perhaps I should have done this drunk after all" I thought to myself. As a mark of respect for prostitutes, I had vowed that the momentous occasion of my first adult visit to a brothel would not happen when I has drunk. On a holiday in Paris I often saw drunken yobbos in cars shouting abuse at the lovely African street whores, and that made me realise something: I am nice and polite and gentle, particularly when sober. Whores would probably like me! So if I gently fucked a whore I would, in a sense, by sparing her at least temporarily from the angry cock one of those abusive morons, be doing a Good Thing.
As I walked down the street towards the stone lions I noticed a pretty young Asian girl approaching them from the opposite direction. She was cheerfully dressed in a denim skirt and a stripy t-shirt, swinging a plastic shopping bag in one hand, and looked just like one of the countless Asian uni students that drive me mad on the bus, in cafes, in the library, in the mall and PARTICULARLY IN THE SWIMMING POOL.
I mentioned before that I have a problem. That problem is that I find women very attractive. It's hard to put into words just how attractive I find them. I dislike those smarmy fellows who say "I love women" as if it makes them one of a special breed: A Man Who Loves Women. But the fact remains that I do love women. If a nice looking woman is sitting in front of me on the bus I can gaze for half an hour just at the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. There is a friend of my wife's whose cheeks have a special hint of redness that I have fantasised about while masturbating at least 100 times. A bottom, a voice, a way of smiling, shapely hands. Thick lustrous hair. Heavy bosoms. Nipples. Inner thighs. PINK CUNTS. I don't know, maybe I would be better off in a Muslim country where the taunting bitches are all covered up, but that would probably drive me even more crazy.
When sexual relations are going poorly with my wife, I ogle other women furtively and shamefully. When sexual relations are going well with my wife, I ogle other women openly and nicely. The enjoyable sex with my wife makes me feel sexually alive and free and hence constantly randy and fully and frankly open to the charms of all women I come into contact with.
So regardless of how things are on the home front, I still want to root other women. Which, frankly, seems a perfectly natural condition. When surrounded by a smorgasbord of delicious food is it natural to say "This beautiful array of exotic treats is all very well, and they are nice to look at, but sweet and sour pork is my Special Favourite Dish and it is the only food that will touch my lips for the next 50 years"? Of course it is madness. But it is also the current social ideal, and hence cannot be ignored.
Having an affair clearly violates this absurd ideal, and with the high risk of emotional complications and discovery, can easily destroy a marriage. I treasure my marriage and love my wife, so have resisted the occasional opportunities for affairs that have arisen in 15 years of marriage. But 15 years of monogamy??? 15 years of wanking about hundreds in fact probably thousands of women??? 15 years of ogling shopgirls and librarians and internet sluts and secretly fantasising about my female friends???? Should I keep torturing myself for the rest of my life, in service of an ideal I don't even believe in?
Fucking a prostitute, although it involves virtually no danger of discovery and no possibility of emotional complications or repercussions, had previously never seemed a solution because an essential element in my enjoyment of sex has always been the reciprocal desire and pleasure of the woman. What thrill would there be in rooting a woman who was at best bored and quite possibly repulsed by me? How could that elemental connection, that feeling of plugging deeply into someone, possibly be made during such a root?
In the past, this problem had always dissuaded me from pursuing the whore option. But I had recently come very close to rooting one of my wife's friends, and I knew that I was flirting with disaster. Something had to give.
So I persuaded myself that wanting a woman to feel real lust for me was in some ways just a vanity. The internet porn women I wanked over didn't feel any lust for me, but that didn't make them any less beautiful or my appreciation of their beauty any less real. Likewise the women on buses. If I could derive so much pleasure from looking at a picture of a naked woman, or from looking at a pretty girl in the library, surely the pleasure I could gain from looking at and touching a REAL LIVING AND BREATHING NAKED WOMAN would be even greater, even if she had retreated into an emotional and sensual coma. And there was no risk of failure. All I had to do was visit a brothel with some money. It was that easy and simple.
I had driven out to Pretty Woman several times, each time losing my nerve and retreating. Part of the problem was that I wanted to be in the perfect state of mind. I wanted to walk into that brothel with my head held high, protected by an aura of truly believing that sex was good and natural and shameless. Unfortunately, due to a lack of sex at home, I kept finding myself in the furtive, repressed condition.
But this morning when doing my grocery shopping I had felt something of that open, rapturous quality of sexual liberty. It was probably brought on by writing all night without food or sleep. I become warmly and firmly erect during my transaction with the charming checkout chick, a middle-aged Indian woman with large boobies.
So based on that I had driven out to Pretty Woman again, and this time found myself actually getting out of the car and walking up the street with my heart pounding. This time it was really going to happen. 15 years of monogamy were about to end. I was going to fuck another woman.
As I passed the first stone lion the pretty young Asian girl in the stripy t-shirt passed its partner guarding the other side of the doorway and it become clear, as I had half-hoped, that she too was entering Pretty Woman. I held the door open for her and gave her an embarrassed, grimacing sort of smile. Despite my awkwardness, the arrival of this fresh young woman was a good sign. I had been afraid the place might be full of ghoulish junkies.
Inside the door I was greeted by a slim, middle-aged Asian woman and escorted to a rather shabby little waiting room. On the way I babbled nervously that this was my first time ... with a prostitute I hastily added when it seemed for a moment she thought I meant I was a virgin. Good god, did I look so freakish that I could be taken for a 40 yr old virgin??
She left me alone for a few minutes, then reappeared and explained that I could choose who I wanted, and that she herself was in fact available. Maybe an older woman would be a good thing, I thought, but when she said "Don't worry, I will give you confidence" I was immediately put off. I may be nervous, I may look like some kind of freak, but I don't need sexual confidence from the likes of you! How dare you, you old tramp!
She left and the next whore came in - none other than the girl I had met in the doorway. Apparently there were only these two available, so my choice was clear.
She led me down a corridor and into a surprisingly luxurious room. She instructed me to shower and left. The room was huge and split level, with a spa bath as well as a shower. Very impressive. My mood brightened and the shower helped reduce tension. I wrapped a towel around my waist and waited for her return.
She reappeared and told me to lie on the bed and remove the towel. I obeyed. She hopped agilely onto the bed fully-clothed and appeared poised to do something to me.
At this point I remembered that in addition to the non-drinking vow I had made another promise regarding this occasion: I was the customer and I would insist on the kind of service I wanted. I would not let the prostitute run the show in a way I didn't like.
I had a strong feeling she was about to go into a prefabricated routine that would involve rough and quickly-applied stimulation to my body and my cock, like something out of a cheap porn film. I hate that jerky high-speed grabbing and sucking they do, and wanted no part of it.
What I wanted was, firstly, to look at a pretty, naked, flesh and blood woman. This girl was perfect, she could have walked out of my favourite Asian porn website. I wanted to gaze at her beautiful naked body in the same way I gazed at the beautiful pictures: her arms, her thighs, her calves, her shoulders, her neck, her eyes, her lips, her throat, her hips, her tummy, her breasts, her hands, her cunt, her bottom, the small of her back, her waist, her feet, her hair, and feel my pleasure build up into a raging, bursting erection. And finally, when I had consumed her with my eyes, I wanted to plunge my cock into her pink cunt and ejaculate voluminously. (As opposed to jerking off into a tissue in front of my computer).
That was my plan.
So before she could start whatever she intended I explained that I wanted her to take off all her clothes and lie next to me on the bed. She gave me an odd look, but did as I asked.
So. There we were. Two complete strangers, both sober, lying naked next to each other on a big bed.
This was not a social situation I was familiar with. You see, it WAS a social situation. Being alone in an elevator with a someone is a fucking social situation. This woman next to me was a person. Not a picture on my computer or a fantasy in my imagination. She was a person, a person with a face that conveyed feelings and eyes that could see me.
As usual when I become conscious that I am in a 'social situation', my defences went up.
Instead of gazing at her ripe young body in a charmed state of aesthetic and sexual rapture, instead of languidly stroking my beard with one hand and my cock with the other, I found myself beginning absurd, painful small talk, glancing terrible compulsive glances into her alarmed eyes.
To be continued in a third and final part
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-09-27 11:56:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2005-09-27 10:07:57 EDT (#)
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Excellent thus far. Your writing style is a bit off the beaten path but still easy to read.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-07-29 19:12:24 EDT (#)
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finish this!
Submitted by Bickerstaff (user info) at 2005-04-08 18:32:27 EDT (#)
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It's like mercury, man seriously. Shiny and captivating,
and you know the whole time that if you touch that shit
it will poison your brain.
Forever.
Old Miss Wilde said that the only way to deal with temptation
was to give in to it, but I aint sure I buy that; I think ya gotta
hold temptation down by her wrists, tell her that she has no power
over you, and then fuck her till she begs for respite. Don't give in to
temptation, my brothers, assault it.
Submitted by Jungle_Jimanee (user info) at 2005-04-06 09:40:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-04-03 16:13:24 EDT (#)
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Ace.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2005-04-03 15:42:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The bad thing about whores is that ya gotta be ready to fuck 'em. Know what I mean?
Submitted by Yams (user info) at 2005-04-03 15:07:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is good stuff.
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2005-04-03 14:49:37 EDT (#)
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This gave me a hard-on.. while I listend to Longview.
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2005-04-03 14:48:42 EDT (#)
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suppose the missus reads the other account :) very insightful
Submitted by Otters (user info) at 2005-04-03 14:38:02 EDT (#)
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Really really interesting. I get the rational of some men to turn to prostitution now.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-04-03 13:24:41 EDT (#)
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this is great
Submitted by Methodius (user info) at 2005-04-03 13:13:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Once again, well written.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2005-04-03 12:58:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-04-03 12:09:18 EDT (#)
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Well written, whore-fucker!
Seriously, you really get your philosphy and feelings across well in this one.
Submitted by ahrcee (user info) at 2005-04-03 12:05:55 EDT (#)
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Sorry - after reading Part 1, I now realise this isn't fictional. It's still a +2 though!
Submitted by ahrcee (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:53:56 EDT (#)
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+2 just for the topic.
<wonders how much 'research' was put into this (presumably) fictional piece :-) >
Submitted by Thor (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:43:33 EDT (#)
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hopefully part 3 will be released before your departrure, wiggles, as that is the part where the more positive aspects of all this will hopefully be revealed
Submitted by project_nessa (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:42:03 EDT (#)
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i want part III.
Submitted by Thor (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:41:54 EDT (#)
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sparing her at least temporarily from the angry cock OF one of those...
pardon me
Submitted by Wiggles (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:38:02 EDT (#)
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Ohhh the suspense
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:29:23 EDT (#)
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That's ... uhm... I mean, you're...
Submitted by littledan (user info) at 2005-04-03 11:16:27 EDT (#)
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