Scoresman
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Once, I was hanging around in Amsterdam…..and…..the most obvious thing you do when you are in Amsterdam is………yep……….to visit ‘de Wallen’, the Red Light District. Obviously I’ve heard about window-prostitution before, but to see those women challenge the public so openly from behind their windows was….shocking. I mean, the shopping public just walked through this area as if it was the most normal thing you can do. A fat black prostitute sat there behind her window smiling at the crowd. A latin girl was dancing behind her window shaking with her behind. And…there was a man in a lion-suit showing around some tourists!!! An older couple walked in front of me and they were really watching with awe and wonder (and horror). A young blond girl laughed at me from behind a window. That….was such a thrill. To be honest, I was having some plans in my mind before. But…I never had sex with a woman before in my life, and this was the chance I’ve been waiting for. And it was so close, and for just 50 bucks…...but I was too scared at the moment.
I waited a couple of days and I went back to Amsterdam again. I mustered up all my courage and I stepped towards a window of a somewhat older prostitute (I believe it was in the Sint Annenstraat). “Fifty?”, she asked….”Okay”. She asked where I came from. “The Netherlands”…she answered:“Oh, uit Nederland!”. She spoke Dutch fluently, but with a German accent. She asked me if this was the first time I’ve visited a prostitute. She explained to me what the prices were, 50 euros was just sucking OR #######, 70 euros sucking AND #######, for a 100 euros you can stay for half an hour and do whatever you want (except anal and stuff). I chose 70. Should have done a hundred because she kicked me out within no time. But….it was a nice experience anyway. I lost my virginity.
The atmosphere in a window-brothel was really cool. There’s a bed, a mirror, a red light. And the smell….well….the place smelled like decontaminating stuff. It was as if I was visiting the dentist really. The lady behaved exactly like the female dentist assistant. You lie there on a bed naked, with a naked lady you just know for two minutes. She gives you #######. She said…”well, it it’s hard enough now, I think we can ####. Which position?”. That was a difficult question. It took me a minute to reach a decision….doggystyle!!!!! A little bit agitated, she said: ”Then we’ll do it doggystyle”.
That was disappointing. I’ve seen porn-videos and these guys have these huge #####. Mine’s only ‘average’. The porn-guys can really bang all the way; they have over 8 inch #####, and have a large margin to thrust. I found out, that basically, despite my #### being 6 inches, I only have a margin of 2 inches really. If you pull out your #### more than 2 inches, you’ll easily slip out. The woman was making noises too, as if she was enjoying it. I’m not naive. She must have sex with 10 men a day. Nope, it’s just labor for her.
Anyway, after it was over, I was really excited. It tasted like more. I decided that from now on, I would visit a prostitute every once in a while. But I decided that such events must be really rare. Actually it didn’t interest me really. I was more interested in the size of my ####. I was insecure about that, thought it was too small. I measured the length and the circumference. I looked on the internet, and I found out my #### was actually average, not small. I saw a site which was especially dedicated to the penis size debate The guy who made this site even made a diagram in which length, circumference and the pleasure the woman got from a penis were connected to each other.
Unfortunately, according to him, my #### is ‘only’ enjoyable. Actually a woman is really satisfied by a #### which is above average, between 7 and 8 inches, rather than six inches which is average.
But nonetheless visiting a prostitute was a big boost for my self esteem. At first I didn't pay much attention to the way I looked. But from this moment on I wanted to be beautiful... for the prostitutes. I wanted to impress them. I bought beautiful pants, nice shoes and a beautiful leather jacket.
A couple of weeks went on until I visited my second prostitute. But this time, there actually were strange persons standing in the alleys. I didn’t know what to think of them. I was very nervous and basically I stepped as quickly as possible towards the nearest prostitute I saw. It was a nice-looking young blond girl. In front of her window stood some of these strange-looking foreign men, talking to each other with wild gestures in a strange language. She looked bored, and totally didn’t look at my direction. Suddenly I stood right before her window. She looked a bit surprised and stepped off her stool. She opened her window and said: ”Fifty?”. I replied: “a hundred”.(I didn’t make the same mistake again) “Half an hour?”, she asked. “Okay”. I stepped in and she closed the curtains.
In the background I heard the strange men talking in their strange language.
While we were busy I asked her how she knew when the time was up, because there wasn’t a clock in her room. Unfortunately her English wasn’t too good so she didn’t understand me. She did call me beautiful, however. I asked her where she came from. She said: ”Latvia." She smiled. After we were finished we didn’t say a word to each other anymore. I basically came, and she said “finished?”. She removed the condom with a tissue. Then she sat on a bidet to wash herself from underneath.
At the same time another man stepped out of another window. “Thanks”, he said. The prostitute with an Egyptian wig, just looked far ahead at nothing and moved her tongue across her lips. Behind another dark window, I saw the silhouette of a young man and a prostitute.
The Netherlands really is strange country.
I was really proud about what the girl said to me about being beautiful. I was so proud that I told my parents that I had visited a prostitute and that she said I was beautiful. They thought it was okay. They both said I had my "needs". My mother said that prostitution is the oldest profession. My father looked very stern at me and said "If there where no prostitutes many more women would be raped."
I waited a couple of days and I went back to Amsterdam again. I mustered up all my courage and I stepped towards a window of a somewhat older prostitute (I believe it was in the Sint Annenstraat). “Fifty?”, she asked….”Okay”. She asked where I came from. “The Netherlands”…she answered:“Oh, uit Nederland!”. She spoke Dutch fluently, but with a German accent. She asked me if this was the first time I’ve visited a prostitute. She explained to me what the prices were, 50 euros was just sucking OR #######, 70 euros sucking AND #######, for a 100 euros you can stay for half an hour and do whatever you want (except anal and stuff). I chose 70. Should have done a hundred because she kicked me out within no time. But….it was a nice experience anyway. I lost my virginity.
The atmosphere in a window-brothel was really cool. There’s a bed, a mirror, a red light. And the smell….well….the place smelled like decontaminating stuff. It was as if I was visiting the dentist really. The lady behaved exactly like the female dentist assistant. You lie there on a bed naked, with a naked lady you just know for two minutes. She gives you #######. She said…”well, it it’s hard enough now, I think we can ####. Which position?”. That was a difficult question. It took me a minute to reach a decision….doggystyle!!!!! A little bit agitated, she said: ”Then we’ll do it doggystyle”.
That was disappointing. I’ve seen porn-videos and these guys have these huge #####. Mine’s only ‘average’. The porn-guys can really bang all the way; they have over 8 inch #####, and have a large margin to thrust. I found out, that basically, despite my #### being 6 inches, I only have a margin of 2 inches really. If you pull out your #### more than 2 inches, you’ll easily slip out. The woman was making noises too, as if she was enjoying it. I’m not naive. She must have sex with 10 men a day. Nope, it’s just labor for her.
Anyway, after it was over, I was really excited. It tasted like more. I decided that from now on, I would visit a prostitute every once in a while. But I decided that such events must be really rare. Actually it didn’t interest me really. I was more interested in the size of my ####. I was insecure about that, thought it was too small. I measured the length and the circumference. I looked on the internet, and I found out my #### was actually average, not small. I saw a site which was especially dedicated to the penis size debate The guy who made this site even made a diagram in which length, circumference and the pleasure the woman got from a penis were connected to each other.
Unfortunately, according to him, my #### is ‘only’ enjoyable. Actually a woman is really satisfied by a #### which is above average, between 7 and 8 inches, rather than six inches which is average.
But nonetheless visiting a prostitute was a big boost for my self esteem. At first I didn't pay much attention to the way I looked. But from this moment on I wanted to be beautiful... for the prostitutes. I wanted to impress them. I bought beautiful pants, nice shoes and a beautiful leather jacket.
A couple of weeks went on until I visited my second prostitute. But this time, there actually were strange persons standing in the alleys. I didn’t know what to think of them. I was very nervous and basically I stepped as quickly as possible towards the nearest prostitute I saw. It was a nice-looking young blond girl. In front of her window stood some of these strange-looking foreign men, talking to each other with wild gestures in a strange language. She looked bored, and totally didn’t look at my direction. Suddenly I stood right before her window. She looked a bit surprised and stepped off her stool. She opened her window and said: ”Fifty?”. I replied: “a hundred”.(I didn’t make the same mistake again) “Half an hour?”, she asked. “Okay”. I stepped in and she closed the curtains.
In the background I heard the strange men talking in their strange language.
While we were busy I asked her how she knew when the time was up, because there wasn’t a clock in her room. Unfortunately her English wasn’t too good so she didn’t understand me. She did call me beautiful, however. I asked her where she came from. She said: ”Latvia." She smiled. After we were finished we didn’t say a word to each other anymore. I basically came, and she said “finished?”. She removed the condom with a tissue. Then she sat on a bidet to wash herself from underneath.
At the same time another man stepped out of another window. “Thanks”, he said. The prostitute with an Egyptian wig, just looked far ahead at nothing and moved her tongue across her lips. Behind another dark window, I saw the silhouette of a young man and a prostitute.
The Netherlands really is strange country.
I was really proud about what the girl said to me about being beautiful. I was so proud that I told my parents that I had visited a prostitute and that she said I was beautiful. They thought it was okay. They both said I had my "needs". My mother said that prostitution is the oldest profession. My father looked very stern at me and said "If there where no prostitutes many more women would be raped."
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and probably 100 for Julia alone service.
