My unusual series of events
First off, I should say that this will probably be a bit shorter than it could be as I am currently in the living room of Vanille's family in the UK. So, without further ado, my very strange story:
It was a nippy Friday night and Vanille had told me I could go out to indulge in some lascivious behavior. Now, we've talked about our reasoning and whatnot here so I won't go into it. Suffice it to say, I was excited and quite a bit nervous in light of it being the first time in 7+ years that I'd be sleeping with anyone but her. That being said I wanted to run around and see all of my "options" so I could pick the most exciting among them. So, I did. The funny part is that when I had walked through the streets with Vanille I got smiles from the ladies, but when I was by myself, I got an entirely different experience. It was like they could smell that I was a potential customer! I would walk by a series of windows and all the girls would knock on the doors trying to get my attention. Apparently if you're a 26 yr old white male in a leather jacket you look like fresh meat.
After about an hour of wandering around the pot smoke filled hallways and streets; getting propositioned by drug dealers and prostitutes, I finally decided to just pick one and go with it. I was cold and really just wanted to get on with it. So, the next good looking blonde I found I went up to the door (I'd chosen a blonde because I've never slept with one). She let me in, took my money and got on the bed. She told me to take off my clothes and I did, though I was very nervous. Not about my stamina/ability/body or whatever, just about the weird situation. Once I was naked she told me to lay down and then proceeded to put a cloth with a hole in it (to cover the nether region) and a condom on me. She then started to give me head - which pretty much sucked (no pun intended!). After a moment she told me the time was 15 minutes; I agreed. A few moments later, she asked me if i wanted to fuck - I said yes. She then told me that would be 50 euro more.
This is probably be a good time to mention that I had decided to only bring 70 euro with me. This was in light of the fact that I was in the seedier bit of an unfamiliar city and thought it would be prudent to just have a little cash and my hotel key with me. I had also read that the price was 50 euro for a standard sex and head deal.
So, I was naturally a bit surprised and chagrined that I had forgotten to negotiate the terms of the deal at the door - but there wasn't really much I could do about it. I tried to talk her into taking only another 20 euro, but she was a very unflappable lady. She also tried to tell me my time was up about 10 minutes in, so I just tried to finish - and did. I dressed, left, and went back to the hotel. At this point I wasn't really mad; I just felt silly that I'd let myself get conned. I also couldn't help but think that Vanille would at least get a laugh (though she would commiserate as well) out of my unfortunate series of events.
When I got back to the hotel I told her what had happened - she laughed, and I decided to try again. She seemed really good, and I made sure that she was okay with it beforehand. I waited about 15 minutes and went back out with the intention of getting the experience I had set out for. I spent about 30 minutes looking for a smaller girl (the last one had turned out to be taller than me - which was really odd!). I decided to look for a tiny brunette - though I couldn't find one. I finally stumbled on a tiny (5'2" maybe) blonde that was smiling every time I walked past. I asked the price for sex and the time at the door this time! She said 50 euro and 20 minutes so I went in. This time things went similar, though she gave me head while sitting next to me rather than in between my legs, which was a bit different. She also gave better head, though nothing to write home about.
After about 5 minutes she looked over at me and asked if I'd been drinking and wiggled my 85% hard little friend (No, that's not how I normally refer to it!). I said yes, given that the truth was a bit embarrasing. After a few moments more, I was a bit more to her expectations and we started to have sex. She rode me facing away from me. I should add here that this is absolutely my favorite position, but it was just too odd to really enjoy it. She then asked me if I wanted to pay another 50 euro to play with her boobs and have 30 minutes. I declined. After a bit we finished, I dressed, she berated me again for drinking, we said goodbye, and I left.
All in all, I was left with mixed feelings on the whole matter. On the one hand, I had gotten what I wanted, but on the other, it felt like nothing. I mean, I generally felt like I'd gone to get a foot massage from some mildly sour women with stellar upselling skills. When I got back, what I really wanted was to sleep with Vanille (see previous post about the state of my libido) to get that sense of human connection and fulfllment that sex can provide. Naturally, we didn't, but I would certainly have preferred to! So, I got the experience, and we are on the road to progressing into a poly relationship - this is the great bit. At the same time, those things being excluded, I would have absolutely preferred to stay in and sleep with Vanille instead.
In any case, that's what happened as truthfully as I can tell it. I sort of wish I had a story which painted me as a bit less of a git, but I have said that I would prefer interesting to good things to happen from time to time. For me, however, I have learned that I do want at least some real component to sex. Sex without even attraction is nothing more than getting a foot massage to me, who knew!