Saturday. I look out the window. Night. Damn boring. I do not understand why we should live by the rules? Why girls can’t be sexually active natures like escort girls in Izmir and at the same time not be called “whores”. I do not care about stereotypes! I will not be sleeping in this warm, almost summer night. At least I will not do it alone. I call my friend, second, third. They are all sleeping sweetly. Besides, they are very different from me. They have girlfriends and they believe that the love they have will exist till death, even with sex 2 times a week with the lights off in the missionary position.
I am an experimenter by nature and now, I will go out and conduct an experiment. Sexual experiment. I do not put on underwear, as the escort girls in Izmir, so that nothing prevents me from being horny. Even this little detail makes me feel relaxed and adds excitement.
02:12. I go out, I catch a taxi. I’m going to the club, a well-known place for all thirsty people for sex.
02:36. I take “Sex on the beach.” The cocktail is so-so, but the name is encouraging.
02:38. The man is on the horizon. He sits in the furthest corner on the right. He drinks alone. Do something! – oh, I have a loud inner voice.
02:39. I’m changing the location. One meter from him.
But he still does not notice me. I pull my hand smoothly towards him, laying on his strong knee. He looks at me with an interested look. My hand, as if inadvertently, slips lower and lower. And now I have unzipped his zipper… but he stops me! He takes my hand and says: “Good evening!”. I’m smiling. He just takes my hand and leads me to some kind of red curtain. I do not resist. Why should I?
We arrive in a room entirely covered with soft walls. I cannot restrain myself. He is very handsome! A tall blue-eyed brunette, two-day-old bristles, powerful, strong hands. He approaches from behind and kisses on the neck. Very good! Feeling dizzy and I’m ready to burn, flare up. I turn around, kiss him and instinctively descend to the left unbuttoned fly. Pants fall and I see that his cock felt my passion. How handsome he is! I will torment him! I kiss the head very weakly and I drive very slowly with my tongue. I know how he wants to enter my hot mouth. I kiss, kiss, kiss… and suck it deeper and deeper. I see that he likes it, he moans. I practiced a lot to get to the skills of escort girls in Izmir.
He again says, “Stop!”, although he hasn’t finished. He picks me up and puts it like a doll on a table. He pulls the skirt and blouse. He licks my nipples and his hand is already in place where my panties could have been if I had worn them. He rubs my clit. My legs part as if by themselves, I feel like the electric impulses of pleasure pierce my body, I like this feeling and my excitement only grows. I’m ready to scream, I’m choking. I want him to come in so much. And in a few seconds, he’s in me! I feel it. It’s a nice, springy cock. He moves abruptly, but it’s delicious. His penis goes deeper and deeper into me, I feel it inside me, and every time it seems to me that my body takes this cock even more inside. I want him to never stop. He whispers something in my ear. He has such a hot breath; I do not hear that. My groan interrupts everything. I can’t hold back. He is gaining speed. So deep and so nice… We choke together… screaming. He covers my mouth with his hand. But it does not help. I’m sobbing with pleasure! He takes out his penis from me, it’s all in sperm. He smiles and looks with a grateful look and says, “I’m John.” I answer, “I’m Diana.”
This is one of the most pleasant acquaintances in my life. We remained special friends with John. Friends, who experience the joy of orgasm together. I never thought I could do that, but now I know how unusual I am. I think any of the escort girls in Izmir would have envied me. I gave myself to this man with such passion that until now the memories of this stir my imagination.