Today is really not my day!
After delivering the remaining papers to the class, it suddenly occurred to me that I deserved a sexual adventure which can help relax myself a bit after all these brain-screwing efforts on those stupid papers. On my bike to leave the campus, I was trying to orientate myself to a place in which I could explore some new sexual encounter. Since, in this city, there were too many such choices, I really did not know how to make a decision in such a short time. Eventually, I decided to go north where there was a so-called beauty parlor named "Forget Me Not," on which I had already done some surveys a couple of times, however, I never had the guts to step into that parlor and had my erotic adventure carried out.
When I pushed open the thick glass door, the pimp was just napping in the couch. I whistled at him trying to wake him up. After three whistles, the guy finally opened his eyes with an embarrassing grin on his face. He then showed me the way to the upstairs checking with me if I had any acquaintance here. Surely, I didn't have any.
He then called a number, 77, to a dark room right at the turn of the aisle leading to the stairs case. A short but well-shaped woman popped out from the dark room. She was in her skin-tight shirt and a lovely pleated skirt. I could hardly see her eyes for she was just too short for me. However, she impressed me favorably - probably because I have been bored with long and slender women.
That was a very very dark room. The darkness, I guessed, was meant to create more romantic settings and hid the true ages of the women working in it. The short but in-shape woman bathed me in a walled small shower chamber. Though the chamber small, it gave an intense feeling of intimacy - especially when she rubbed my back with her tits and teased my cock with her round firm hips. After spending pretty much time in that small chamber touching each other with our wet and detergent-soaked hands and fingers, we moved to the bed.
She started to blow my thing. Her mouth was warm and soft which made my thing erect immediately. Once in a while, she would give me a sultry looks with my thing still in her mouth. I started to move my thing in and out her tight mouth carefully and gently. When I moved it, I could not help asking myself - what it would be if I now moved my thing to her narrow, wet and spongy-like tunnel.
As soon as that idea came to me, I started to move my thing from her little mouth to another "mouth" down there. All of a sudden, a tragedy happened - my penis collapsed like a falling Berlin Wall. She was then in a little worry too and attempted to thrust it into her thing with her two fingers snapping the bottom of my languishing thing - she might assume that thrusting it into her thing would be able to wake it up again. However, all efforts were nothing but in vain. I finally gave up and ended up ejaculating on her genitals.
It was a shame and unforgettable fiasco in my sexual adventures.
After delivering the remaining papers to the class, it suddenly occurred to me that I deserved a sexual adventure which can help relax myself a bit after all these brain-screwing efforts on those stupid papers. On my bike to leave the campus, I was trying to orientate myself to a place in which I could explore some new sexual encounter. Since, in this city, there were too many such choices, I really did not know how to make a decision in such a short time. Eventually, I decided to go north where there was a so-called beauty parlor named "Forget Me Not," on which I had already done some surveys a couple of times, however, I never had the guts to step into that parlor and had my erotic adventure carried out.
When I pushed open the thick glass door, the pimp was just napping in the couch. I whistled at him trying to wake him up. After three whistles, the guy finally opened his eyes with an embarrassing grin on his face. He then showed me the way to the upstairs checking with me if I had any acquaintance here. Surely, I didn't have any.
He then called a number, 77, to a dark room right at the turn of the aisle leading to the stairs case. A short but well-shaped woman popped out from the dark room. She was in her skin-tight shirt and a lovely pleated skirt. I could hardly see her eyes for she was just too short for me. However, she impressed me favorably - probably because I have been bored with long and slender women.
That was a very very dark room. The darkness, I guessed, was meant to create more romantic settings and hid the true ages of the women working in it. The short but in-shape woman bathed me in a walled small shower chamber. Though the chamber small, it gave an intense feeling of intimacy - especially when she rubbed my back with her tits and teased my cock with her round firm hips. After spending pretty much time in that small chamber touching each other with our wet and detergent-soaked hands and fingers, we moved to the bed.
She started to blow my thing. Her mouth was warm and soft which made my thing erect immediately. Once in a while, she would give me a sultry looks with my thing still in her mouth. I started to move my thing in and out her tight mouth carefully and gently. When I moved it, I could not help asking myself - what it would be if I now moved my thing to her narrow, wet and spongy-like tunnel.
As soon as that idea came to me, I started to move my thing from her little mouth to another "mouth" down there. All of a sudden, a tragedy happened - my penis collapsed like a falling Berlin Wall. She was then in a little worry too and attempted to thrust it into her thing with her two fingers snapping the bottom of my languishing thing - she might assume that thrusting it into her thing would be able to wake it up again. However, all efforts were nothing but in vain. I finally gave up and ended up ejaculating on her genitals.
It was a shame and unforgettable fiasco in my sexual adventures.
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