Tag: Prostitute

M/F First time making love volcano

First time making love catch fire

Synopsis m/f serious love making #volcano romance, true love, hot as hell

Background

If you said my life was a wreck that would have been a drastic understatement. But damn was time for a clean start! A life spent building with someone crushed in a bipolar nightmare no more. Now I was free to get what I want and now I know how important things are.

Tinder

I had been trying to avoid tinder as I had decided to avoid just going on sexcapades and just wanted to focus on finding someone I would like to be around and take it from there. After a few dates set up by friends and nothing really from it I was finally convinced to try tinder by a friend who even showed me his chats and how successful he was with it getting woman to simply have sex with him. He was like a snake charmer with simple typing it seemed he could get laid anytime he wanted. Was shallow and gross and he never did anything else with any of these woman but it showed me they are out there and that is how to contact them. I did decide I wouldn't be just another horny asshole trying to get laid I would try and actually get dates and meet woman. Read more »

I bought my husband an escort for his birthday and watched! [st8][prost]

Sophia was a pretty shop clerk from Italy who was trying to make it as a model but was escorting on the side. I found her on-line. Her body looked insane in the pictures and after exchanging a few e-mails, she agreed to meet me. We met at a coffee shop, me waving at her after she walked in and scanned the room. I was relieved she looked so clean and sane, in boyfriend jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. She was stunning with big brown eyes, pouty lips, long legs and long dark brown hair. She sat at my table and after exchanging pleasantries, got down to business.

“It’s my husband’s birthday and I think you’d make a nice gift. How much is your rent?”

“Fifteen hundred dollars a month.”

“How about I pay you one month’s rent in exchange for an evening of your company.”

She leaned in and smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

I told my husband, Roman to come right home after work; that I had a special birthday surprise waiting for him. He returned from the office at his usual time of eight to find me dressed in a proper wifey dress and black patent heels he loves so much. Read more »

My craziest night in Tijuana…

Tijuana: The Real Sin City 24 Hours in a Brothel for Free

A couple of my friends and myself entered the strip club/brothel named Adelita Bar on a Tuesday night. Like usual, the place was filled with half-naked girls and horny gringos touching girls for a dollar. We found an empty table and proceeded to sit. A chick's ass with only a thong hovered over my shoulder, she was sitting with her back towards me on top of the booth-like seat. I smiled at my friend and gave the “EHHH” check out the nice ass behind me.

My marihuana growing operation in Los Angeles had gone adrift, that I had to move with to Tijuana with my growing lights and a couple of ounces of premium OG Kush and Headband. I had only been living in this wild city for a week, my friends came from San Diego. Despite being the drug capital of the world, quality marihuana is hard to find.

The ass that hovered over my shoulder turned around and jumped on my lap facing me. “You are a stoner baby, you have weed?” She said excitedly. My long hair, unkempt beard and my smell gave me away as the stoner that I am. I didn't have any with me, but I told her that I had the best in town. Read more »

One of the scariest experiences of my life. Met a girl who went from “married” to “masseuse” to “prostitute” to “drug user” to fucking INSANE. Help

Blog post: https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/speed/

I’ve just upgraded from girls with boyfriends to girls with husbands.

But it’s ok – her husband is gay.

Kat was out celebrating the end of the week when I saw her standing there – tall, skinny, huge eyes. Thai.

As I’m walking by, I reach into the group and offer to “cheers” her with a smirk. She returns the sentiment.

Fast forward a couple hours and I see her standing alone waiting for her friends. I walk up and say “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I saw you hitting on another girl a minute ago” “You’re cuter though”

We go from flirting to dancing to kissing and then she tells me she’s on E.

That’s why she’s so touchy-feely.

We dance and kiss as she repeatedly tells me, “I’m not going home with you tonight”.

She then tells me that she works at a massage parlor in a way that intimated she wasn’t necessarily a certified masseuse.

Is she about to name a price?

“Awesome, I’m cool with that. I’m not looking for any kind of transaction though.”

So she’s a sexy-as-fuck drug-using prostitute. Read more »

Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me. Read more »

Neanderthals return…. Chapter 4 [mf, cheating]

This took me a while to crank out. Sorry for the long hiatus.

*Chatper 4 *

I wake up once again. Reality finally sinking in and the slither of hope that this is all a horrible, horrible dream is slowly dissipating. I’ve been given a brief overview on how to operate the various consoles in my room. Most of them are fairly simplistic to use if a bit alien to me.

There’s a device that allows me to choose what clothes I wish to have and as far as I can tell they seem to materialize out of thin air. I’m sure there is some brilliant insight on how these devices actually work, but right now I care very little on how and far more interested in the convenience. Across my bed there’s a small table with a ‘food processor’. The item seems to be able to create a variety of dishes from any culture. The taste is a bit bland, but it’s filling and won’t let me starve. I never was a great chef, but even I could make something that has more flavor then that thing. Read more »

The White Guy [Prostitution, Incest]

The White Guy

The last white man I fucked was my husband. It was some time in 2012 and things were already strained with us. It was after that night that I told my lover and owner, Clarence, that I didn’t want to sleep with white men any longer. It felt weird. Not bad, not good. Just weird.

Scroll forward three years. I live with Clarence. I’ve slept with a lot of black men in between. Occasionally, a couple of times a year, he whores me out. Usually through his friend Rolly, who’s an actual pimp. This time though, things went a little differently. Clarence gave me the address himself and said, “One more thing. This guy is white.”

It started a fight between us. We don’t fight often and I’m not going to go into the details here. The point is, Clarence won. In the end, we both agreed that his rules, his desires were more important that my preferences. Read more »

Tamriel CYOA- 3 [F]

Ruenwel Calrion, a girl praised by her family as a genius mage. When she grew old enough, she was sent to study in the Lillandril Mage’s Guild and quickly proved her intelligence and talent several fields of magic (Alteration, Conjuration, Restoration, and other fields but these three are her best). She acquired the rank of Magician faster than anyone in her age group. Due to Ruenwel’s extensive training in melee combat with one handed weapons of any type, she was allowed to be called a Battlemage of the Aldmeri Dominion. She was even offered a position as Justiciar in the Thalmor.

However her free nature did not allow herself to be controlled by either her family or the Dominion. Although the Summerset Isles was her true home, Ruenwel often thought about adventuring in the territories of the lesser races. Tamriel is large and vast, but being restrained to a single faction to follow orders greatly turned her off.

Thus Ruenwel chartered passage from Skywatch to Anvil in Cyrodiil. And when she arrived… Read more »

[prost] Prostitution and the art of marketing.

David had spent nearly £8,000 pounds on prostitutes in the last two weeks.

That figure of £8,000 came from one of the drivers, our agency manager released financial information from her ledgers very sparingly, and only when it suited her.

In some ways David was following a certain format. He had never used prostitutes before, and then one night a friend had shown off his 'date' to David. She'd quite astutely taken the time to do a little prospecting, and was now entitled to a small % of everything he spent. Without having to give him so much as a handjob.

I don't think David actually liked the company of Women. I don't mean that in a sinister way, I think he just wasn't entirely comfortable interacting with women in anything but a most basic sense, i.e fucking us. I know he was a divorcee, and a happy one I think. He was moderately successful, had a nice home, he didn't have expensive tastes and I suspected we were his biggest outgoing. Read more »

Fiery Latina

Marizelle was this hot Latina chick. Actually she was half Latina and half Philippine. But she was a knockout! I knew her from work. I tried talking to her but we just never seemed to hit it off. Then one night I was at the office late getting ready for a presentation the next day. On the way out I notice Marizelle at her desk. It looked like she was getting ready to leave. I said "Hey, it looks like we are both burning the midnight oil. Want to walk to the parking garage together?" She said she did and that she was glad I was there since it was late and getting dark. I struck up a conversation with her. It turns out that she is a huge fan of jazz like I am. After we arrived at her car we stood there and talked for 20 minutes about what musicians we like and about what shows we had recently been to. I also found out that she was coming out of a bitter divorce and had not been out in a while. It was a prime moment to ask her out, but I choked. DAMN!!! Read more »