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So, this is not a diary excerpt, per se, but more of an account based on pages in his diary. I was going to put one of his first pages on going to a brothel and then thought it would be interesting to see how this diary started. I asked Howie how it was he first went to a brothel, what it was like and if he could write something about it. I remember my first visit to a whorehouse, the Moonlight Ranch in Nevada, I was terrified. … Elliott
This is Howie’s story…
I’m in the carpark of a brothel trying to push myself to open the door to my car and step up to the door.There’s an intercom box beside the solid door that’s the only visable way into the industrial looking tin shed that is like any other workshed except for a small neon sign that says ‘viper club’.
I’m an average 53yr old guy who still looks okay for my age and lives a very boring ordinary life , so this was a massive step for me.
I am married but, as with lots of men , my wife has gone off sex. After having 3 children her body is soft and saggy which she’s embarrassed about so she won’t get naked in front of me anymore. We go to church and family dinners and occasional night out’s but otherwise we leave each other alone.
Sex with her had been amazing before we got married , and stayed that way for a few years after that day ,so I had memories of better days but there were lots of things still left un-done.
I’d had a girlfriend before my wife who was a bit of a slut and I had sampled a few naughtier things like threesomes , public sex and swapping partners , but I had been too naive’ to take full advantage of her.
So now after 20yrs of almost no sex I was a desperate 53yr old, looking to have some sexual highlights to remember in my old age.
I’m 6ft and look at least 10 yrs younger than my age thanks to a full head of black hair and a fit healthy body. I’ve been told many times that I’m fairly hansome but my shyness has always been a big problem with getting to know people.
That’s why I’m shaking as I try to force myself to open the door.
I had seen the add for viper’s attached to a porn clip and had dared to make a call to them a week before this day. The guy that had answered was very friendly and could tell I hadn’t been to brothel’s before so he said , “why don’t you come in when ever you can and just visit with one of the girls…. , you just need to turn up and ring the bell anytime….we’re open 24 hours 7 days a week…see ya!”
My legs shook now as I approached the door , rang the bell , and waited as a cheery ladies voice said “one momment please”.
She let me inside and I blinked in the dim light as my eyes adjusted. Inside was like a hotel foyer with a reception desk that the nice middle aged lady went behind and asked “can I help you?…did you book anyone or….”. I shook my head and she smiled at my look of fear. “Don’t worry luv we can just meet a few girls and see if you like them , okay?”.
She led me to a small room that had a couch , a TV playing porn ,and a small table with playboy magazines and closed the door.
A short knock and the door opens as a young lady wearing just a nighty sat beside me held my hand and told me her name , which I instantly forgot , then asked if I had any questions…. I had plenty but not the ones she was asking about.
As the years pass since that day I found that its that momment that you check with the escort what each girls boundries are…..like for kissing , oral sex etc. But more about that later….
So I say “no” , and she smiles and winks as she closes the door behind her. A few seconds later another knock and another girl.
Niether girl looked exactly like the sort of woman I’d expected to see working at a brothel. I had imagined strong , curvy women aged about 30 , with tattoo’s and a rough demeanor. The first lady had been Indian , I think , about mid 20’s , attractive but not for me.
The second was a confident caucasian lady who wore a tight fitting corset that bulged her boobs over the top so all I looked at as she sat and said ‘hi’ was her deep cleavage. I guess I said ‘hi’ because she smiled and walked out , closeing the door behind her.
In 2 seconds the door swung open again but it was the reception lady asking “so…did you like either of those ladies?”.
I hesitated because I had almost lost my nerve and I was about to leave when she said…” tell you what luv.., if you wait a minute there’s a young lady on her way in that I think you will like…she’s a gentle sweet girl…just wait a few minutes and I’ll send her straight in okay?”
So I smile and wait about 5minutes then a quick knock and Leena enters. She’s a fit young looking girl who looked like one of those pit model’s you see at a car race. She had long straight sandy colored hair and a smileing pretty face. She wore tight jeans , joggers and a plain white t shirt that showed off her slim athletic body.
Leena sat with me and breathlessly began chatting about her day , trying to get to work in traffic etc.
We chatted a while then she said she’d get ready and ” I hope I’ll see you soon….bye”
The lady returns and this time I say okay to Leena , partly because I didn’t want to waste their time by leaveing now.
I choose to pay for 45 min which was $80. Half for Leena and the lady took half for the brothel. The price has gone up to about $150 these days , or $120 for 30min and about $200 for an hour.
Leena returns excitedly then leads me down a hall past a few doors then key’s in a code to the end door , locking it behind us.
Inside was a nice clean open room with a bed with a clean white sheet and 2 pillows , a chair , a bedside table and a shower and toilet down one end. Leena explains that I have to be inspected first then puts on gloves as she gets on her knee’s waiting to see my dick.
I assume they still do this at most brothels but it seems asian brothels and private girls don’t bother with this as its not very sexy.
I shower after Leena leaves then lay on the bed naked wondering what the heck I was doing there! I’d led a sheltered life so I’d never been to strip clubs or bucks nights. The only thing I had heard was that strip clubs threw you out if you touch the girls without permission.
Leena comes back and says ” I hope you don’t mind but I’ll have a quick shower….. I got sweaty on my way to work”
As she speaks she takes off her shirt , jeans bra and panties and jumps in the shower. At this stage I already am happy even if I leave now because never in my life had I been with such a gorgous young girl , both of us naked.
Leena drys off and gets on the bed. She must have assessed me and realized my fear so she said , “how about I massage you first…just roll over please”. I can’t hardly take my eyes off her firm young body with round full bum , slender flawless belly and pert firm big tits.
She begins like normal but behind my back she oils her boobs and slides them up my back onto my shoulders and down to my bum.
I was dying to turn over. After a few minutes leena turns me and does the same as I lay there stunned and unsure if I can do anything back to her….I was thinking of the strippers but Leena says” you can touch my breasts if you want to”
Her puffy nipples felt amazing just like her bum and the rest of her that I began gropeing. She stopped me from kissing her lips but I kissed her body , though not going down to her shaved pussy. She stroked my cock and put a condom on to suck it.
By now I was so far out of my depth I was struggleing with shyness , guilt , shame and fear of being found out.
Somehow Leena managed to place my limp covered dick inside herself then tried to look sexy as I tried to push my cock further inside her pussy. I just managed to get firm enough to be actually fucking her but no where near being stiff or close to cumming.
After a few awkward minutes she suggests I masterbate on her tits , which I end up doing.
We have a while left of her time so we chat and I get an insight to what its like to be an escort in australia.
Rooms and girls are checked and inspected by officials often. Rooms are clean with fresh sheets etc. Girls have tests and health checks and must have condoms on for sex. What Leena didn’t tell me was that different girls have their own boundries.
Most don’t kiss on lips , some do bare blow jobs , about half allow oral on the girl and a few are open for more for a price.
I left there happy that I’d done it , but unsure if I’d return. However the thought of having a choice of young girls to play with drew me back. It would take a few times before I would class myself as succesfully having had sex with a stranger , but the more times I went to a brothel the easier it got. I’ve been to escorts more than 100 times now and keep a dairy so I can remember each visit clearly when I’m old and grey , reliving each step as I go from a complete novice to an experienced but still shy horny old man.
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Meet Howie… a 50+ year old happily married man living in Queensland, Australia. Unfortunately for Howie, his wife is no longer interested in sex. But, Howie still is, and since he loves his wife, and would never be unfaithful, he seeks relief from sex workers. Howie is not a writer, just an ordinary family man who keeps a diary, well hidden I’m sure, here is a page.
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“Yes I wrote it for you.
I had written it before but not in so much detail as to how I felt as I did it.
It was a bit of a journey in the early days to get relaxed enough with hookers to be able to fully take advantage of what they offered.
So yes it is part of my diary as ‘ no 1’. I remember it like yesterday.”… Howie
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