My unsuccessful first experience with a prostitute.

First of all, let me state that this is absolutely my personal experience, and it just happened this afternoon. I've visited

countless adult websites and read countless erotic stories, but I never imagined I'd one day write something myself. However, after what actually happened

today , I suddenly felt the urge to write, perhaps echoing Lu Xun's words, "

in remembrance for forgetting"... Yes, perhaps I want to use this as a way to commemorate myself.

Let me introduce myself first. I'm 27 years old this year. After studying law for four years at a prestigious university in Beijing

, I stayed in Beijing to work, and now I work in the legal field (sweat...). I have a

girlfriend . After years of dating and overcoming many setbacks and difficulties, we're about to get married

. Now I have a house and a car, and soon I'll have a wife. Logically, I should be content, but there's one thing that

always bothers me: I've only ever been with my girlfriend. Before meeting her, although

I had other girlfriends, I had never slept with any of them. Even with my current girlfriend, it took me about a year and a

half to win her over—I'm truly lacking in that area, I'm ashamed to say—I'm a 27-year-old guy,

considered a promising young man by outsiders, but sexually, I'm really nothing to brag about. Every time I think about this, I feel

resentful.

Perhaps some so-called "gentlemen" will find my thoughts distasteful, and I don't want to argue.

I just want to say that I absolutely love my girlfriend, but I'm a normal man after all. How many

men are content with only one woman? If I only had one woman in my life, I feel like I'd

failed miserably, and my life would have been wasted. However, these days, having an affair or extramarital relationship is too risky; if things go wrong,

you'll be in a difficult situation. Secondly, the cost is too high, not only financially but also emotionally.

So, I'm unwilling to take that risk. Besides, my relationship with my girlfriend is stable, and there's no need to seek

so-called emotional support. So, after thinking it over, finding a prostitute seems more reliable; after all, it's a one-time thing, and

there's no need to worry about any trouble. Although I had this thought, I never actually acted on it. You can probably

understand ; taking the first step is never easy. Until today, a Friday afternoon…

Before telling my story, I need to explain how it all started: Recently, a new colleague joined our company. He's

from Beijing, and this guy is only 30, but he's already quite the expert in this area,

effortlessly finding prostitutes. Sometimes, listening to him recount these experiences made me quite tempted, and I really wanted to try it myself.

Soon , the two hot-blooded young men hit it off and agreed that after work on Friday afternoon, he would drive me to

a nice place. So, after getting home on Thursday night, I told my girlfriend that I had a business dinner the next day and that she didn't need to

wait for me. Unexpectedly, when we met on Friday morning, he suddenly told me that his father had something urgent to discuss and he couldn't go,

saying he'd reschedule. I was incredibly disappointed. Disappointed as I was, the desire this incident had stirred up was

hard to quell. After much thought, I decided to go it alone. Then

a bathhouse near my house popped into my head . I'd passed by it before; it didn't look high-end, but it wasn't cheap either. I always

felt there must be prostitutes inside, so I thought I'd check it out today.

After work, I drove like a maniac and quickly arrived at my destination. I parked the car and walked in confidently (by the way

: I've been to more upscale bathhouses with my buddies for massages before, but we never did *that*). It was only

a little past 5 pm, and there weren't many people yet. After going in, I quickly washed up, feeling much refreshed.

Then I dried myself off, changed into a bathrobe, and asked the attendant, "Do you offer massages here?" "Yes!" he replied.

"What's the price?" I asked. "That depends on the service; you should go up to the second floor and ask the technicians," he replied.

I understood and went up to the second floor. A male attendant warmly led me into a small room and asked

what service I wanted. I deliberately asked, "What kind of services do you have?" He whispered, "We have special services, 400 yuan."

I pretended to be knowledgeable and said, "That's expensive? Why don't you try it?" He agreed and left.

After a moment, the door opened, and a

girl with delicate features, a tall and slender figure, and a somewhat "skinny" appearance entered. She looked to be under 25. As soon as she entered, she smiled at me, and we

greeted . It seemed that we had a good first impression of each other. She was wearing a sexy black jumpsuit, her hair was tied in a bun,

and she wore light makeup. She had big eyes and long eyelashes and looked quite pretty. For some reason, I

didn't feel the nervousness I usually feel when "seeking a prostitute" for the first time. Perhaps it was because she seemed quite lively.

After greeting me, she smiled and said, "Could you tune the TV to CCTV-8? They're showing

one of my favorite dramas right now." Her accent was authentic Beijing dialect, which surprised me

because I always thought that most people in this industry in Beijing were from out of town. I laughed and picked up the remote,

switching to CCTV-8. She helped me take off my bathrobe and bath pants, and I was immediately naked in front of her. I

'd never shown my body to any woman other than my girlfriend before. I exercise regularly and am quite muscular,

so I'm pretty satisfied with my body, though my penis is, to be honest, only so-so—I'm ashamed to say. She started

massaging and applying oil, glancing at the TV show every now and then. We started chatting, covering all sorts of topics, and it

was quite pleasant. Later, the conversation turned to our shared experiences. I learned that she was from

a remote , had attended a vocational school, and later worked as a waitress in a bathhouse in the city. Finding the pay too low, she switched

to prostitution. Her words revealed a hint of self-pity and a touch of sadness; perhaps every prostitute has an

unusual, incomprehensible past. I tried to comfort her, saying, "Don't be so pessimistic. Everyone

has their own way of life; I can understand." She countered, "How can you understand?" I sighed and said,

"Actually, nobody has it easy in this society; everyone's just trying to survive." If you can't even survive,

what's the point of everything else? There's no inherent hierarchy in jobs; they're just different means

of survival . Others might look down on you, but you must never look down on yourself. "If you get a chance in the future

, quit this job as soon as possible, find a suitable husband and get married..." These words truly came from the bottom of my heart,

and she seemed somewhat moved, her affection for me noticeably increasing. Enjoying her gentle massage, I suddenly told her, "

You're very beautiful, and you're very slim. It's lucky I met you here." She blushed and said...

"You're so good with words. Actually, you're quite handsome too. When I walked in, I saw you wearing glasses and looking

so refined, and I liked it. I even like your stubble. It's my honor to serve you. But

I really can't tell you're 27. You look like a college student. I'm really envious and like you a lot." After saying that,

we smiled at each other, and the room was instantly filled with a relaxed atmosphere and a kind of ambiguous desire.

We chatted while she massaged me, and before we knew it, about 20 minutes had passed. But to be

honest, my mind was no longer on the massage. She seemed to see through my thoughts and began to obediently take off

her clothes. How could I miss this beautiful sight? I saw her pull down her camisole to her waist

, revealing a black strapless lace bra. Then she unhooked the bra, revealing her small but firm

breasts. Next, she pulled down her camisole and pink panties together, and finally, she was completely naked

in front of me. I lay flat on my back, and she knelt beside me, beginning to caress my penis and nipples, which

immediately became erect. I turned my head to admire her body from head to toe; she was indeed very slender and beautiful, with a delicate,

snow-white neck and very prominent, sexy collarbones, much like a model in a photograph. Her

breasts , though not large, were firm and perky, inspiring an urge to reach out and caress them; her nipples were like

cherries, unlike some women in pornographic films whose nipples had turned black and disgusting. I couldn't help but reach out and play with them,

my hand gently roaming over her back, her slender waist, and her smooth thighs. She suddenly exclaimed, "Your

skin is so nice, and you look so young, you must take good care of yourself, right?" I laughed, "Not at all.

Your skin is even better, so smooth and tender. I really like it." Her face flushed again, and she chuckled, making my

heart flutter. I shifted my gaze to her genitals; her pubic hair wasn't thick, probably just average

. Deep within the dark, grassy field, a thin crack was faintly visible, but from this angle, combined with the dim light,

it wasn't very clear. She patiently caressed me, rubbing her body against my penis, which felt incredibly pleasurable.

After a while, she asked, "What position would you like? Should I be on top or you?" I

said either was fine. She asked again, "Are you tired? How about I be on top?" I said it was okay, you lie down next to me first,

we can chat for a while longer, I'm not in a hurry. She obediently lay down next to me, and I turned to my side, kissing her neck and

cherry lips , and began to caress her entire body. Her eyes were slightly closed, occasionally letting out soft moans, seemingly

enjoying my foreplay. I moved my lips to her breasts, lightly licking her nipples, and they tasted

faintly sweet. I sat up, knelt beside her, and carefully examined her body, noticing that she was

slender yet healthy, with fair and rosy skin, and a patch of dark pubic hair that looked quite adorable. Perhaps it was because of her

slender figure that I felt a sudden urge to cherish and protect her. So I restrained my lust and began to carefully

caress her entire body, without rushing into anything. Finally, my hand touched her vulva. The feel

was completely different from my girlfriend's; it was smaller. I climbed between her legs, parted her thighs, and began to admire her

vulva up close. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's vulva so clearly in real life (

excluding watching AVs). Her vulva was small and clean; the alluring slit was short, like that of an underdeveloped

young girl . Her labia majora were thin, not the thick type; her labia minora were also small, almost completely hidden in

the slit, not dark in color, and without many obvious folds. I tried to pry open her labia, but found that

because her vulva was small, I couldn't open it very well, only managing to open it a little bit. I suddenly felt very

excited and novel, because both her figure and her private parts were completely different from my girlfriend's.

I had truly broadened my horizons. I carefully parted her labia minora and pulled the foreskin of her clitoris upwards as much as possible,

revealing her clitoris, which was indeed very small. I've watched countless AVs, but even in

AVs, I've rarely seen such a small clitoris. I thought to myself: to encounter such a beautiful woman

with such a delicate and exquisite genitalia on my first visit to a prostitute, could it be an arrangement from heaven? With this thought, I decided to

give her ample foreplay, making sure she didn't feel any discomfort, otherwise it would be a disservice to her lovely little clitoris. I began to caress her clitoris

involuntarily , slowly and gently rubbing that little bean with my middle finger, occasionally increasing

the speed and pressure, and slowly digging up and down in the slit of her flesh. She immediately closed her eyes tightly, panting softly, but she

was clearly trying her best to control her desire and not cry out, even

beads , clearly she had no interest in watching TV anymore. As I increased the rhythm of my rubbing, she could no longer

hold on and began to groan loudly. Her moans were natural and genuine, unlike the rumors circulating about

unethical prostitutes who faked their moans to stimulate clients. Undoubtedly, her reaction gave me

immense satisfaction. I softly asked, "Is it good?" She answered between breaths, "Very—good

…I didn't expect you—to be so good at flirting—um—I haven't felt this good in a long time—um,

be gentle—" Hearing this, I stopped and asked, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She took a deep

breath and said, "No, it's just too stimulating, I can't take it…Usually, other people can't find

my spot, you're amazing…" I smiled sheepishly. She suddenly giggled, "

Do you usually flirt like this before you have sex with your girlfriend?" I answered truthfully, "Yes, because she makes me do it this way."

"Then she has to orgasm several times?" she said, somewhat surprised. "Well…not necessarily,"

I said modestly, though the truth was pretty much the same. I glanced down at her

genitals were wet, unlike the dryness at the beginning. The pubic hair on either side of her labia majora

was soaked with her vaginal fluid, glistening even in the dim light. It was clear she

was aroused. Honestly, I'm sure any woman who could withstand my touch would

be abnormal (I should thank my girlfriend for her long-term "training").

After and fell. The thought of being heard by others made my

face flush, but she was clearly unable to control her passion any longer. Her expression shifted between pleasure and

pain. Although I didn't have much practical experience with women (except for my girlfriend), I certainly knew...

This was her reaction to extreme pleasure. Her body writhed, mostly responding to my

movements, occasionally instinctively avoiding my teasing because she couldn't resist the intense stimulation, but only for a moment

. Finally, she gasped, "No—I can't take it anymore, come on—I—I want to do it so badly—

" At this point, I felt the foreplay had been enough, so I helped her up. She took out a

condom , gently put it on me, then lay down, spreading her legs. I knelt between her legs, and

with a thrust, inserted my hard penis. Her vagina was already very wet, so even though it was relatively small,

my penis easily slid into the depths of her paradise. At the moment of penetration, her body arched upwards

, and she let out a soft "Ah." I began thrusting in and out of her vagina, and she started

panting again. I don't know if vaginal size has anything to do with a woman's body shape, but her vagina was very tight, making

thrusting quite difficult. My first impression was that having sex with her was completely

different from having sex with my girlfriend. I was quite unaccustomed to it at first, and my novice nature suddenly resurfaced. Afterwards, I learned a

valuable lesson: a man's sexual experience depends on the number of women he's slept with. Only by having slept with many women

can you become a seasoned pro. Conversely, no matter how many times you sleep with the same woman, no matter

how much you enjoy it, it doesn't necessarily mean you're skilled or capable sexually. With a different type of

woman, you might immediately become inexperienced. Unfortunately, I proved the latter. Coupled with not having rested

well for a week, my body was extremely exhausted, completely lacking the vigor and strength I had with my girlfriend. I was also

probably a little nervous, so as a result, my penis became softer and softer, eventually being

forced out of her vagina, leaving me sweating profusely. She noticed my change and discomfort, but without the slightest

displeasure gently asked, "Are you too tired? It's okay, don't rush, take your time."

I said gratefully and ashamedly, "I'm really not in the mood today. I'm sorry." She smiled and asked, "

Are afraid of your girlfriend?" I said embarrassedly that was partly the reason. She got up and said, "

Lie down and rest for a while, let me touch you." So I lay down, and she took the condom off my limp penis

, carefully wiped away the secretions on my penis with toilet paper and wet wipes, applied some essential oil,

and then sat beside me and gently stroked my penis. She looked at my face with some affection and said, "You

must be too tired, look how much you're sweating. Don't rush, it's okay." I awkwardly explained that I

had been too busy with work and lack of sleep lately, and my mental state was indeed not good. She said, "It's really okay, you've

done a great job. Let me help you, I really want to do it with you too." I touched her vulva, and wow,

it was completely wet, slippery, getting all over my hand. While she caressed me, I wasn't idle either,

admiring her body while touching her all over, until finally my penis was hard as iron again. I said, "Okay, we can do it now."

She immediately excitedly found a new condom for me to put on, and impatiently straddled me, saying, "I'll

be on top first. You rest for a bit." She squatted down facing me with her legs spread, and guided my

penis to her overflowing vagina, inserting it with a "plop." She closed her eyes tightly, her cherry lips

slightly parted, and began to move her vagina up and down on my penis, panting softly. While enjoying the warmth of her vagina,

my hands weren't idle either, sometimes pinching her breasts and nipples, sometimes reaching down to rub her clitoris at our point of contact.

We were both comfortable and excited, enjoying the most basic primal pleasures of being a man and a woman. The whole

room was filled with an intense atmosphere of love and desire.

After she continued to rub against me for a while, the exercise and pleasure gradually made her exhausted. She

looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "I—I'm tired, or you—come on top—" I heard this and sat up,

holding . She sat on my lap, my penis still inside her. She

was much lighter than my girlfriend, and my arms, after long-term training, were basically half-muscular,

so handling her was no problem at all. With a little effort, I turned her around. She probably didn't expect me to

be so strong and couldn't help but let out a soft "ah," clearly enjoying it. I held her like that and

laid her down on the bed, my penis still inside her. I climbed on top of her and began to thrust vigorously, and

she kept moaning. As the rhythm quickened, I also increased the force of my thrusts, clearly feeling my penis

hitting her G-spot repeatedly. After a few thrusts, I finally

let out a low growl and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Afterwards, we gently cleaned each other's bodily fluids. I wiped the fluid from her genitals, and

she carefully cleaned my penis and glans. Then we rested and chatted, naked, embracing each other. She

said, "I haven't felt this good in a long time. You were great, I'm so happy." I felt

a little , "Oh, not at all, I wasn't in good shape today, I'm sorry to have disappointed you." She continued, "I'm so glad

I made love with you today. You're handsome and very refined. I

really . It's rare to meet a customer like you." I could tell she was sincere,

and a warmth filled my heart. I couldn't help but hug her again and kiss her gently.

Looking back, it seems that at that moment, our relationship went beyond a purely physical and financial

one. Perhaps some might scoff, thinking that the customer and the prostitute are just playing along. But I always

thought that while we were making love physically, we were also understanding and respecting each other spiritually.

Wasn't this double pleasure far superior to mere sexual release?

After chatting, we both felt tired. I told her to go rest, and I was going home. Finally, we

kissed goodbye, and I felt incredibly relaxed. After parting with her, I went downstairs to shower.

Suddenly, I remembered that she had suggested I penetrate her from behind, saying it was quite comfortable, but due to an

unexpected situation of becoming weak, I had completely forgotten about it, which was a bit of a regret. After showering, I got dressed and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

Seeing the large sum on the bill, the 400 "service fee," marked as "lottery," I couldn't help but

chuckle. Looking up again, I saw the words "No Gambling, Prostitution, or Drugs" clearly written on the wall, and I couldn't help but smile even more. I lit

a cigarette , took a deep drag, crumpled the bill into a ball, threw it in the trash can, and turned to leave with a flourish. Stepping out the door,

April in Beijing is a time of gentle spring breezes and pleasant warmth…

I finally finished writing; it was already two in the morning. I asked myself, would I still go to see her? I don't know, I have no

answer …

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