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| I've fucked a whore who must have been somebody's Mum. by Quentin Beck 08/24/2007, 7:53am PDT | ||||
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| She was my second whore and the only whore I've ever fucked sober.
I dressed well. It was the start of this persona I developed for whoring where if they asked me questions, I'd tell them I was an American Phd student gaining work experience at a Samsung mobile phone semiconductor plant. I was from New York and my name was Andy. I went to NYU university. Only one whore bothered to get that much information out of me (most either spoke no English or never said more than a few words to me), but the one that did was so impressed she gave me her real name and number on the back of her business card which I still have to this day! Anyway, my plan was to walk down a street I'd been propositioned on many times before. It didn't work out so well because just as I emerged from the underground, and before I had time to get my head together, an old pimp lady (adjuma (sp?)) made the sex hand gesture and laughed and pointed to some guy boiling some tofu shit (wtf?), who also laughed, and then she grabbed my arm. This rattled me almost to the point where I abandoned the plan, but really this shit isn't hard and I just kept walking until I was propositioned again. I settled on two smiling adjumas who made the sex hand gesture while sitting down. The door was right beside them so I was very comfortable with this set up and accepted. I was led into the smallest concrete fucking cupboard of a room with a weak incandecent light and a tthin mattress. The room wasn't long enough for me to lie down. It was like they had taken some oven out of a kitchen, put a sheet of black plastic in front of it and called it a room. I wish I had taken a photo of it because it was the perfect place for cheap Asian sex I suppose (were there more of these rooms?), but it was all concrete so was the building designed with that in mind? These questions didn't occur to me at the time, fortunately. The old lady took $20 off me and I waited in my concrete cupboard. After 10 minutes, she asked if I wanted coffee. I thought that was really weird at the time. I said no. It was fun waiting. That was the best part - knowing that the next person to come into the room (a complete stranger) is someone I get to have sex with. It's hard to explain the thrill, but... you KNOW you get to have sex with them (it is certain), so you spend your time really really really wondering about what kind of person it is. All the possibilities! After about 20 minutes, she finally arrived. I can't remember what I said or what we did at first, but she was a lot older than I expect but I don't remember being disappointed. She looked in her late 30's, which probably means 45+ in Asian years. She took over. We lay down on the shitty matress and she started playing with my dick. I can't remember if we kissed but probably not because it's not something I would forget. The light was off now too. Eventually we started fucking and... !!! I asked for a condom and she said no and...!!! and I thought fuck it WHATEVER !!! She used her fingers to pinch my dick as we fucked in a way that I though was maybe some normal whore thing but in fact it was something that has never since been replicated! It was very effective. After the fuck - and this was very important to me in later analysis - she cleaned my dick very tenderly with tissues. I dressed and then left, and the old lady pimps who were previously so friendly now treated me as if I didn't exist. On my way down the whore street, I got shit from the other adjumas I'd turned down. Also on the walk back down whore street came the realization that I'd just had unprotected sex with a prostitute IN REAL FUCKING LIFE. An old fucking back alley dirty fucking prostitue. Just like some crazy fucking retard. I really wanted to cry but I couldn't, and I missed my train and I walked around the subway scouling at people and hoping that someone would walk into me so I could show them how angry I was. When I got home, I woke my flatmates up because it was important to me that they were aware I was very upset. They (gay) roommate wasn't nearly curious enough, so to punish him, I told him I was only comfortable talking about it with the other guy, so the other guy and I went to the other room. Of course I couldn't tell this guy I'd just been out whoring! It was still kind of a secret at this point. In fact, you are the first people in teh world that know I have had unprotected sex with a prostitute! You are lucky I'm very tired right now. Anyway, I told this guy I had picked up a slut at a nightclub and had unprotected sex. He recommended I wash my dick, but the hot water had run out, so I ended up washing it in the sink which made everyone crazy and made me feel a bit better for being an asshole. Also, the whore carefully cleaning my dick with tissues thing was important because if she'd dilberately infected me with HIV, why would she show my dick such attention later?!? This reasoning partially kept me sane over the 6 months before I could get an HIV test in a country that wouldn't throw me out if the results were positive. During that 6 months I did crazy shit and thought I was going to die, and OMYGOD if I didn't I would completely change my life. Of course the results were negative and I am still a bit of a dick. Anyway, I had a point when I set out with this post but now I've forgotten it so fuck you I'm going to bed. |
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