Am I getting aged or losing my life momentum?
Fall has been approaching the city. And It inspires me to take some adventure of the red light nest. It's been quite some time since I spouted my sperm there last time. I don't quite remember why I haven't visited them for such a long time. But, when I got there on my bike, I suddenly realized the reason why I would hesitate to step in and pick a woman for the next 40 minutes - there are always some old or crippled guys on the outside bridge watching those women in sexy, skin-tight outfits in the lobby of the structure.
This evening, though the same scene is still there, I was urged by the momentum inside my body to break the psychological barrier and to have a hope-so good fuck before having my dinner. I parked my bike at the rear of the structure where there are only one car and one motorcycle. Without giving any look at those old and crippled guys on the opposite bridge, I quickly crossed the threshold and stepped into the lobby, in which there were already 4 women standing beside a bar or sitting in sofa. The first pretty face came to my eye was the one whom I fucked several times with. However, I didn't like to pick her this time. It seemed because she didn't smile at all but looked distressed all the time. I didn't want to hear her sad stories again as she usually did when I fucked her in the past. I came here to have fun and I didn't want to be an subject dumped with somebody else's sorrow or grievance.
When I turned my eye to the other side of the lobby, on the couch, there greeted me with a face with light smile with a bit of awkwardness. I liked that kind of look and her plump pair of breasts. Staring at her for about 3 seconds with a light smile too, I walked toward her and she stood up from her couch reciprocally.
She led the way to her room upstairs. In the staircase, she suddenly turned her head and smirked at me asking, "Do you want to play double?" I was astounded by her offer for a while. Actually, I was then quite interested in it because it would be a brand new sexual experience to me, and I could have bragged it before those of my old pals. However, I declined her offer by saying "I was not prepared psychologically." -- Actually, I was afraid I didn't bring that much money with me.
... When I sneaked out of the brothel from the side door, I felt kind of tired and voided. I didn't know why but I wanted to find it out. However, to a degree, it denoted I might be losing my life momentum.
This evening, though the same scene is still there, I was urged by the momentum inside my body to break the psychological barrier and to have a hope-so good fuck before having my dinner. I parked my bike at the rear of the structure where there are only one car and one motorcycle. Without giving any look at those old and crippled guys on the opposite bridge, I quickly crossed the threshold and stepped into the lobby, in which there were already 4 women standing beside a bar or sitting in sofa. The first pretty face came to my eye was the one whom I fucked several times with. However, I didn't like to pick her this time. It seemed because she didn't smile at all but looked distressed all the time. I didn't want to hear her sad stories again as she usually did when I fucked her in the past. I came here to have fun and I didn't want to be an subject dumped with somebody else's sorrow or grievance.
When I turned my eye to the other side of the lobby, on the couch, there greeted me with a face with light smile with a bit of awkwardness. I liked that kind of look and her plump pair of breasts. Staring at her for about 3 seconds with a light smile too, I walked toward her and she stood up from her couch reciprocally.
She led the way to her room upstairs. In the staircase, she suddenly turned her head and smirked at me asking, "Do you want to play double?" I was astounded by her offer for a while. Actually, I was then quite interested in it because it would be a brand new sexual experience to me, and I could have bragged it before those of my old pals. However, I declined her offer by saying "I was not prepared psychologically." -- Actually, I was afraid I didn't bring that much money with me.
... When I sneaked out of the brothel from the side door, I felt kind of tired and voided. I didn't know why but I wanted to find it out. However, to a degree, it denoted I might be losing my life momentum.
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