[My Emotional Experiences Over the Years - The Prostitute Chapter] (01-04) Author: Jiangshan0086

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Those Years, My Emotional Experiences (Prostitution Chapter 1)

Story 1: Prostitution Chapter 1

Some people may be sensitive to the term "prostitution," finding it dirty and sordid. To share a personal opinion,
I also find my own behavior despicable. However, for specific periods in life, such as the single stage (no girlfriend,
divorced, widowed, etc.), prostitution is a way to solve physiological needs, and as long as safety and health are guaranteed, it's not
entirely unacceptable. The history of prostitution in China can be traced back thousands of years. There's an old saying: "People laugh at
poverty, not prostitution." At any given time, prostitution has been a special method for solving certain social problems. This
is why prostitution has been repeatedly banned but not eradicated for thousands of years. Where there is demand, the market will respond; this
is an important law of economics. Okay, I've digressed! I'm not saying this to
justify my behavior. Whether you agree or disagree, don't over-evaluate the following text. Let's agree to disagree.

Let's get to the point.

That was my second year in Ireland. On a whim, I took a short trip to the Netherlands. Actually, I didn't have a specific purpose
for going; I just wanted to get away and relax. Having spent so much time in Ireland,
I hadn't visited any other European countries. Ireland isn't a Schengen country, so Chinese citizens have to apply for
visas , which is a hassle.

When I arrived in Amsterdam, I was surprised to find that the hostel I'd booked was right next to the Red Light District—
just a few steps away. The Red Light District isn't actually very big, just a few streets, winding and lined with all sorts of shops along
both sides . The narrowest alleyway could only allow two people to pass side-by-side. Prostitutes
stood in the windows, beckoning to passing customers; a customer could choose a girl and go in for the transaction.

The Red Light District also had many pubs and performance venues, the latter
being purely sexual acts—live shows. Of course, the performances didn't involve the male and female leads engaging in sex from beginning to end; that would be exhausting, as they
would have to repeat the act countless times a day. Most of the performances resembled ballet or nude
performances . In short, it wasn't very interesting. If you're hoping to satisfy your cravings by watching this show, that's impossible.
Of course, if you're in the Red Light District and don't see this kind of show, it would be a waste of your trip. There's also a rotating performance machine where you
insert a 2-euro coin, and a woman inside will show you different parts of her body—nude, of course.

But it's very short; once the time is up, the curtain immediately closes, and you have to insert another coin to watch again.

I stayed in Amsterdam for a few days, and at first, I really didn't want to go to a prostitute's place. But on the day I was about to leave,
after a struggle, emotion prevailed over reason, and I decided to give it a try. You might ask, since it's in the Red Light District, and
everything is legal, why did I have to struggle with my thoughts? Don't laugh, but I was still a virgin at the time and
had no experience. Even though I'd watched a lot of films before, I'd never actually done it myself.

After some searching, I chose a local Dutch girl (I only found out she was
a local ; the others were from all over the world—Britain, America, India, Pakistan, Hungary, Russia, etc.). The girls
came in all shapes and sizes—tall, short, fat, thin, white, black—there was bound to be one that suited you! I even
saw two girls who looked Chinese, but I wasn't sure; they might have been from other Asian countries. She
had been in the business for two years. She was very straightforward, telling me she didn't see anything wrong with it. In the Netherlands, it
's a legitimate profession allowed by the government, and she thought it was good. After entering the room, she quickly took off her clothes. Facing the reality
that was about to unfold, I felt very shy and really wanted to leave immediately. But then I thought, since I was already inside,
why not give it a try?

After getting into bed, perhaps due to nervousness, my penis wouldn't get hard. Even after she put a condom on me, it still
wouldn't get hard, so she started masturbating me with her hand. Actually, she should have given me oral sex, since it
was included in the 50 euro fee. Maybe I forgot, or maybe she didn't want to, but in the end, we didn't. She fiddled with it
for a while with her gloved hand before my penis finally managed to stand up. I quickly made her lie down, rubbed it against her vulva
a few times, and then thrust it in. She immediately started moaning in response, but now that I think about it, her moans sounded so fake.

There was no foreplay. She had applied lubricant beforehand, so
how ? Her moans were just to get you into the mood quickly. I did get into the mood pretty quickly, and
I ejaculated in no time.

That feeling was truly amazing. For a guy with no real sexual experience, even though
I'd , the feeling was completely different… (36 words omitted here!) Haha!

That's how prostitutes are. Once you ejaculate, she'll quickly get up and clean up, not letting you linger for even a second.

Because she has to prepare for the next customer. I wanted to go again, but she coldly said that another
time would cost an extra 30 euros. Looking at my uncooperative penis, I thought, forget it. In its current
state, it would definitely take a long time to get hard again; there was no need to waste any more time. As I left the room,
she still said goodbye to me amicably. On the way back to the hotel, I felt conflicted. Had I really given my first
time to a Dutch prostitute? Oh well, what's done is done. It was a consensual transaction, what's there to
regret?

In the West, for both men and women, the first sexual experience isn't as traditional as in China. They're more
casual ; there's no concept of having to give your first time to the person you'll spend your life with. Of course, there are still virtuous women, but
we won't comment on that.

I heard on the news recently that prostitutes in the red-light district are changing careers because the government is gradually shrinking the red-light
district and encouraging more prostitutes to leave the profession. This place, once considered a "man's paradise," is disappearing from the world's view
. Perhaps in a few years, Amsterdam's red-light district will no longer exist, but for me,
the memory will be indelible.

Those Years, My Emotional Experiences (Part 2 of Prostitution)

First of all, all the place names mentioned in this article are real, but please don't
compare them ; focus on the content.

During my six years in Ireland, I only returned to China twice to visit relatives. There was no other way; the cost of returning to China was very high,
and I had to save up by working. The first time I went back to China, I lost my return ticket, so I took the train.
I went to Beijing to buy a train ticket, and by the time I returned to my city, it was around 5 a.m., and it was still very dark outside. After a night on
the train, even though it was a sleeper berth, I felt extremely tired and a bit hungry. I thought I'd find somewhere
to get breakfast before heading home. So I wandered around the train station looking for a breakfast shop.

My home in China is in a prefecture-level city in southern Liaoning. Near the train station in this city, there's a
place that locals call the "red-light district" (I only learned this later). It's basically just a few alleys on
the ground floor of residential buildings. The original residents had converted the front of the ground floor and rented it out to prostitutes. Passersby could easily
spot the prostitutes peering out of the windows, looking for "business opportunities." Once they spotted one, they'd even push
open the door and pull you inside.

While I was searching, I ran into an older woman wearing a thick cotton coat and a scarf. She approached me and asked, "
Young , need a place to stay?" I didn't think much of it at the time; I'd just gotten off the train, why would I need a place to stay? Without
replying , I continued walking forward with my head down. Actually, there are people like this around many train stations in China, holding small signs and
asking if you're looking for accommodation. They briefly introduce the hotels, and if you're interested, they'll take
you there directly. For people who never book accommodation in advance, this service is quite convenient.

I hadn't walked far when another middle-aged woman approached me and struck up a conversation. "Young man, looking for a prostitute?" she asked.

My heart skipped a beat… (10 words omitted here). "Where?" I asked the woman.
"Come with me, I'll take you," she said, turning and leading the way. I followed behind.

It wasn't far; it was just nearby residential buildings. We arrived at the door of a unit on the first floor. The woman knocked,
and a heavily made-up woman opened the door. Inside, the lighting was dim, and
it seemed to have been divided into many small rooms, like matchboxes.

Then the woman asked me, "Young man, what kind are you looking for?" My face flushed, and I stammered,
"This is my first time here. I don't know what's going on. What services do you offer? How much does it cost?"

"We just find prostitutes here, have sex! 50 yuan a time," the older woman said with a lewd smile.
She then asked, "How about it, young man? What kind do you want? Just for fun? We have all kinds
—young girls, young wives, young women—take your pick!"

Hearing this, my heart pounded. This was a brothel! This woman was the madam! Without thinking too much,
since I was already here, I figured I might as well give it a try. "I'll find a young girl!" I replied.
Having failed in Amsterdam the first time, I felt I had to experience it properly this time. "We
just had a young girl here a couple of days ago, just turned 18. She hasn't been working for long," the woman said

, clapping her hands. Then she called out, "Little one, a customer is here!" A moment later, a girl who
looked about . She was wearing a thin sweater and flesh-colored leggings,
carrying the standard "tool bag" for their industry. I looked her over; she seemed alright
. The girl had a slightly shy look on her face, and after a brief eye contact, she lowered her head slightly. I felt incredibly
uncomfortable and just wanted to get to the room quickly. I casually said, "She's the one."

Then, the young woman led me into a small room. The room was quite basic—just a bed and
nothing else. I looked at the sheets; they didn't seem very clean. I asked her
if the sheets could be changed. The young woman assured me that this was how it was done, and that it wouldn't be good for them if they weren't clean.

I felt relieved.

At this point, the young woman had already taken off her pants, but not her shirt. I realized this was exactly the same procedure as in
Amsterdam 's red-light district.

As I undressed, I chatted with the young woman. I asked her why she wasn't taking off her top, and she said, "I haven't
been in business long. I don't let customers touch my upper body, I don't do oral sex, and I don't kiss." I was secretly pleased;
I'd found such an innocent girl even when hiring a prostitute! But then I felt a little annoyed—I'd paid money,
how could I not get good service? But then I thought, I shouldn't make things difficult for her; if she wouldn't take

her clothes off, fine. After I finished undressing, we got into bed. She first put a condom on me, stroking my penis as she did so. I
took the opportunity to chat with her for a bit. I asked her where she was from, and she replied warily, "What do you want?" I said,
"Nothing much, just wanted to ask?" She coldly replied, "Panjin." I then asked her how old she was. She
said, "18." I could tell she was extremely reluctant to do this kind of work, but also had a lot of helplessness.

Seeing that she didn't want to communicate with me further, I didn't ask any more questions.

At this moment, my penis was also erect. "Get on top!" She had already applied oil to her vagina, so
penetration was easy. I parted her legs; her skin was smooth and slightly white, and she
was rather thin. There wasn't even any hair growing on her vulva, which genuinely surprised me. I asked her, "Are you 18
?" She replied impatiently, "I'm 18, hurry up and get on with it!" I thought, given
the situation, I didn't care whether she was 18 or not; if she said she was, then so be it.

I guided my penis to rub against the entrance of her moist vagina a few times, and she frowned slightly. Finding
the right spot, I pushed forward with a little force, and my penis entered her vagina smoothly. Her brows were furrowed, as if she felt
some discomfort. I asked, "Does it hurt?" She said, "A little, it's okay, go ahead." I felt her
vagina was very narrow, completely enveloping my penis, even with a slight feeling of pressure. I slowly thrust in and out
a few times , feeling my penis being tightly enveloped each time I entered, waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body. After a dozen or so thrusts
, I felt a bit uneasy, thinking that if this continued, I would ejaculate in a few more strokes. No, I had to
pull my penis out quickly. I told her, "Lie down, I'll go in from behind."

She cooperated, turning around and kneeling on the bed, her buttocks facing me. I slightly parted her legs, her smooth
buttocks with delicate skin. I guided my penis to her vagina and thrust it in, and she let out a deep moan. As I
increased the frequency of my thrusts, her moans gradually grew louder, but it seemed she was trying to suppress her cries. Because
her vagina was so tight, the faster I thrust, the stronger the pleasure became.

I gradually felt that I couldn't hold on any longer, so I simply increased the frequency. I felt a warm current
gushing . The pleasure traveled from my feet to the top of my head. I shivered and pulled out my penis. When I looked inside the condom,
I was shocked to find it full of yellow, congealed liquid.

After cleaning herself, the little girl took a wet wipe and cleaned my penis. I muttered to myself, "She
's done so quickly!" She didn't say anything, continuing to clean me. After finishing, she got off the bed,
turned on , and softly said, "Lie here and rest for a while!" Then she left. Perhaps she had already realized
that I was also an inexperienced "newbie." I didn't rest; I got dressed and left.

Actually, thinking back on the situation now, it's somewhat contradictory. For a client, encountering someone like
the little girl is truly lucky, but even now I question her age at the time. Even if she was under 20, why was she doing this kind of work at such a young age? (Actually, I was only 24 or 25 at the time.)
Was there some unspeakable reason or was she forced? Even afterward, I wanted to go back to her and see if I
could help her elsewhere, to persuade her to quit this line of work. But in the end, I gave up.
Why should I interfere with her choices? Perhaps she herself chose to do this kind of work. Perhaps, for her
profession, frequenting her brothel was the greatest support she could receive.

However, I never saw her again.

Those Years, My Emotional Experiences (Prostitution Chapter 3)

I usually returned to China for four weeks to visit relatives, always during the Chinese New Year period, so I could enjoy
the warm moments of family reunion. After the Lantern Festival, I had to start preparing to return to Ireland
.

Ever since that chance encounter at the train station, it had stirred up my inner itch. With nothing to do at home, I kept
thinking about going back, and one day I found an excuse to go straight to the train station. After wandering around,
wow! The red-light district was so "bustling"! Last time it was dark, so I didn't see very clearly, and most of
the prostitutes hadn't started work yet. This time I went during the day, close to noon, and the "bustling scene was in full swing!"

Walking through those alleys, the prostitutes would wave to you through the windows, some even coming out to call you. After walking around
for a while, I was finally stopped by an older woman and taken to her brothel. Once inside, since it was daytime,
I could see the room clearly. Several women, all made up, sat in a corner. Because it was winter, they
were mostly wearing thin sweaters and light leggings, not much clothing. I guessed it was for
convenience . They chatted and ate sunflower seeds, occasionally glancing outside.
They turned to look when a customer entered. "What kind of young man are you looking for? Young women and wives are both available, you'll be satisfied!"

the older woman enthusiastically promoted her services. I pretended to ask, "What services do you offer, and how much?" "50 yuan per time,
whatever services you want, we have them all, oral sex, even handjobs!" the woman continued.

I thought to myself, is this a universally agreed-upon price? 50 yuan everywhere! It's just that in Amsterdam it's
50 euros, and here it's 50 yuan.

"Can you call a few for me to see? I want to check out the girls first," I said. The woman casually
agreed and went to call for some. A short while later, another woman came over. I looked her up and down, and she hardly looked like
a young girl at all. Beauty aside, she was of average build (not like a barrel, but
definitely heavier than average), and she was sluggish and unsteady, a far cry from the petite girl I'd seen last time. The older woman asked if I was okay with her, and I said,
"Bring me another young woman so I can take a look." She then called another one over. This one had a
decent , not very tall, quite slender, but she had dyed her hair yellow, as if afraid people wouldn't know she was a prostitute.

Judging by her face, she looked over 40, which displeased me. I asked the older woman, "Don't you have any others?"
Seeing that I hadn't found either of them suitable, she quickly said, "Wait a minute, young man, one came over last night in the middle of the night,
she's probably still sleeping. I'll go see if she's awake yet, you'll definitely be satisfied with this one."

After my previous experience, I started to relax a bit. There's nothing to be embarrassed about in places like this.

These are all shameless dealings. It's a consensual monetary transaction; is there any need to be embarrassed?

After a while, a woman around 30 years old came in, wearing jeans and a
white sweater, with long, flowing hair. She was pretty, but her most striking feature was her breasts.
To this day, I haven't seen any breasts better than hers—round and perky. Combined with her figure, she
was like a movie heroine, having everything she wanted. I was overjoyed and said, "She's the one!" After paying, the woman led me
upstairs. The room in this "brothel" was decent; at least it looked clean.

After entering the room, she closed the door and said resentfully, "I just arrived last night, thinking I could sleep in,
and you've already stirred things up!" "Isn't this how you make money?" I replied with a smile.

After taking off my clothes and getting into bed, I finally got a real close look at her body. Just as described before,
she had everything I wanted. Especially her breasts; calling them D-shaped wouldn't even be accurate. She was so beautiful, I couldn't even grasp her in my hands
, and her breasts were incredibly firm. As I was admiring her, she gently pushed me down, making me lie down. She bent down to put
a condom , but she didn't use a glove on my penis.

I said, "My penis won't get hard right now, what should I do?" She didn't answer, but directly took my
penis into her mouth and started giving me oral sex. I'd seen countless times in movies where the female lead gave the male lead oral sex, and
today I experienced it firsthand—it was simply amazing! The feeling was like someone
tickling , a comforting sensation from the inside out.

In no time, my penis was erect, and she continued, while I enjoyed it. As her
pace quickened, I felt a warm sensation down there, approaching my climax. I interrupted her promptly,
"Wait a minute, or I'll ejaculate," I said. She got up, took a sip of mineral water to rinse her mouth, then took
another sip and put it in her mouth. I didn't know why.

While I was pondering this, she bent down again and took my penis into her mouth. Because my
brother still had mineral water in his mouth, he was suddenly surrounded by the warmth of her kisses, just moments before.
Like the extremes of water, freezing and boiling, my brother experienced a sudden sensation of both ice and fire –
a truly unparalleled feeling. Compared to the previous heat, the coolness of the mineral water brought a refreshing feeling,
and the comfort was undiminished.

I had previously read in the novel *Jin Ping Mei* that one of Ximen Qing's concubines performed oral sex on him, first by holding chili peppers in her mouth,
then ice cubes, giving him a sensation of both ice and fire. I never imagined I'd experience it myself today! Although
the props weren't as elaborate as in the movie, the feeling was quite immersive.

After a long while, she looked up and asked me how I was feeling. I said, "It was absolutely amazing!" Speaking of which, I
want to say that although oral sex scenes are prominent in movies nowadays, back then in China, oral sex
was generally not performed by prostitutes. Even if they were, they would usually avoid it or just go through the motions, unless they were paid
extra . Someone as serious as her was practically nonexistent.

She got up and sat between my legs, riding me in a horse-riding position. My penis, after all that,
was nearing its climax, and she began thrusting vigorously up and down. I gradually felt myself reaching my limit
and called for a stop. I thought, "Such a good opportunity, how can I not enjoy it?" "You lie down,
I'll get on top," I told her. She said sweetly, "Let me get you off on top." I said,
"How can I? I have to let you enjoy it too!" With that, I positioned my penis directly in front of her large,
dark opening and thrust it in. While thrusting, I leaned down and kissed her breasts. Seriously, those breasts were so beautiful
, I really wanted to bite them and never let go. Maybe I used too much force, because she kept crying out in pain and tickling. I thought to myself, "
That's the effect I wanted!"

We chatted while we did it, and I asked her where she was from. She said she was from Tonghua. I then asked why she decided to come here.

She said she happened to have a fellow townsman here, so she came. She said that back home she worked in a high-end place, but she never
expected the "working environment" here to be so bad. I thought to myself, "No wonder she's so skilled;
she's

a seasoned pro." I asked her why she didn't go to places like bathhouses. She said she didn't know anyone there and
was afraid to just go anywhere. I immediately understood—even prostitution requires connections!

She laughed and asked, "Do you have any connections to introduce me?" I thought to myself, "If I had connections, would I be
here?"

While we were talking, I suddenly felt a burning heat down there. I knew I was about to give in, so I sped up
the pace, thrusting violently a dozen times before a warm gush gushed out…

Afterwards, she said she'd give me another 30 yuan (of the 50 yuan fee, only 30 went to the prostitute,
the other 20 to the madam, the older women), so I could have another round. I thought to myself, "If you put me through that
again, I really can't take it." Compared to the last time with the little one, I felt this time was much more successful.

In short, for a novice like me with little sexual experience, every time I did it, I learned something new.

Those Years, My Romantic Experiences (Prostitute Encounters Part 4)

My four-week vacation ended quickly. Before returning to Ireland, I took the opportunity to visit the "red-light district."
However, the prostitutes I met that time, and those I saw during my second trip back to China, weren't particularly memorable
. It was all just a routine: enter the house - choose a prostitute - enter the room - undress - have sex - get dressed -
leave . If I had to say if anything was worth mentioning, I'd talk about the ones with unique characteristics.

Once, there was a prostitute who wasn't very old, probably around 26 or 27. She started talking about her
special skills , and I curiously asked her what they were. She said, "I'll tell you in bed later." We got into bed,
she put on a condom, and I found the right spot to penetrate her (I generally don't look at these prostitutes' vulvas; I don't think they're anything special
. After being with so many men, their vulvas are always dark and not worth appreciating).

Just as I was about to speed up, she said, "Don't move yet, let me show you my special skill." I stopped,
but then I felt a sudden tightening and loosening sensation in my penis. When it tightened, I could feel the vaginal walls
pressing hard against my penis, which felt incredibly comfortable. It was truly the first time I had ever experienced this. I laughed and asked her,
"I didn't expect you to have two little devils!"

She smiled slightly and said, "What I have is nothing. There's a girl in the karaoke bar up ahead who can open beer
bottles with that." I was stunned. "Open beer bottles? How is that possible? How can you open bottles with that?" She said,
"I've never seen it with my own eyes, I've only heard about it from others. She's doing an impromptu performance. She puts the bottle opener in her vagina and
pushes hard and the bottle cap opens." I said, "How much strength does that take? And that part is all flesh,
there's no bone to support it?" She laughed and said, "I don't know. Anyway, I can't do it."

She continued, "Hurry up and move, don't just stand there! This special skill of mine requires both of us to cooperate, then you'll really enjoy it!"

With each tightening of her vagina, the feeling of my penis rubbing against the vaginal wall became more and more obvious. Suddenly,
a sensation flashed into my brain, and my semen was drawn into the condom...

Another time, I met a lady who had a very sweet tongue. She called me "husband, husband" as soon as we met. I thought to myself, if I really had
a wife like you, how long could I live? After we finished once, she insisted on doing it again. I said I needed to
rest , and she said, "It's okay, lie down and I'll do it for you. Just give me 30." But after she struggled for a long time,
my little brother still wouldn't get hard. Frustrated, she grabbed her tool bag, got out of bed, and left. I gave a cold laugh.

Actually, if I calculate carefully, during my visit back to China and after I permanently returned and started working,
I've probably been with 13 prostitutes, not including the two I didn't end up with, just touched. Most of these
prostitutes came from rural areas in the three northeastern provinces. When they left home, they told their families they were going to work in big cities, but
in reality, they were prostituting themselves. This is exactly the same phenomenon uncovered in the recent crackdown on prostitution in Dongguan. Young and
beautiful girls from all over the country said they were going to Guangdong to work and earn money. When they returned home for holidays, they dressed
smartly and spent lavishly on their family and friends, but their families really didn't know they were prostitutes.

I also saw some young married women who were either divorced or still married back in their hometowns, and
during the off-season, they went to the coastal cities to "work hard." I once asked them why they didn't do other jobs,
and their answers were basically the same: "This job isn't tiring, and it pays well!"

Of course, what I said above can't be generalized; most people still go out to work honestly, and this
group is only a minority.

Later, when I was looking for prostitutes, I would occasionally encounter middle-aged women. These women usually wore heavy makeup to cover up
the signs . Some people might say I have heavy tastes, but I was just looking for something new. Since I had
a choice, I might as well try something I hadn't tried before.

I remember once accidentally walking into a rental area. There were quite a few middle-aged women there, standing at
the street corner , directly asking you, "Young man, wanna play? Want to have some fun...?" I was tempted that day; I didn't
expect to find prostitutes here. After walking through several alleys, I didn't find anything good, so I just picked one randomly. It was
a bit I was desperate and indiscriminate in my choices.

After entering the room, I didn't examine her closely, but I could tell her face was heavily made up, and with the sweat, it
looked a bit oily. The older woman was quite humorous, saying that seeing my serious expression, she thought I was an undercover officer. (It's actually
quite funny, there's a police station not far from this area of bungalows. 20 words omitted here! Haha).

I took off my pants, and she knelt down to put a condom on me. After putting on the condom, she immediately took my penis in her mouth and gave me
oral sex. I was secretly pleased, "She didn't ask for anything, but the service is excellent!" Her kisses made my penis feel numb and tingly.
After a while, she looked up and asked me, "Brother, was it good?" I thought to myself, "How old are you? Still calling me brother?"

I smiled and replied. She walked to the bedside, pulled her pants down below her knees, lay down on the edge of the bed, and raised
her legs .

When I saw her, I saw a large, white buttocks with a dark vulva and thick pubic hair nestled between them. I thought, "
What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

However, when I penetrated her, I didn't feel much. Maybe it was because she was older and her vagina was looser; or maybe
she had done it many times and didn't have the same control over tightness as a respectable woman. She noticed that I wasn't very enthusiastic,
so she slightly bent her thighs and tightened her groin, and only then did I feel a little
pressure .

During our chat, she
even joked with me. She asked me why I came to this place to find a prostitute, and I said I just happened to walk here. She smiled and said we were destined. I almost burst out laughing when I heard that. "What destiny? Finding
a prostitute is destiny?"

After we finished, she acted like a prostitute in an old brothel, telling me to come back to her again if I had the chance. I
smiled and nodded, saying okay. Actually, I feel that these older prostitutes are, in some ways, more considerate than some young girls.
Young girls always urge you to finish quickly, while these older ladies will try to spend more time with you,
especially when they meet a handsome guy like me, haha.

This feeling was also confirmed by several "older woman" lovers and casual sex partners I met later, which
I will write about later.

I remember when I was in Ireland, the local Chinese newspaper often ran massage advertisements, which
were just a front for prostitution. Many of them were Chinese. But I didn't go for it; I heard it
was quite expensive. Actually, it's not surprising. Everyone has the right to choose their way of life.
A small number of them are indeed forced into prostitution, but I believe most of them choose voluntarily. So for men
, going to prostitutes is like going to McDonald's—paying for a service. Of course, some people will find
this behavior extremely disgusting, considering it infidelity to their families, but I think as long as the heart remains unchanged, it's better than those
who openly keep mistresses. This is just my personal opinion, please don't criticize!

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