Diary 59…I’d been having such great sex with Lucy and Kinta that my confidence , and ego , was skyhigh!
Though I’d been having the most amazing times with them I still wanted to keep looking around in case there was someone even better waiting for me. The grass is always greener.
Halfway to the gold coast was a new brothel ‘Pryana Rose’ so I tried it out. It was in an industrial estate so , because I went during a weekday , it was very exposed. The walk across the parking area to the front door was awkward as many workmen glanced and snickered as it was obvious where I was headed. At night the area would be private with a big neon sign lighting my way but in the bright sunshine of a friday morning I was blinded when the door closed to the dimness inside. The host was polite and showed me to a small viewing room to wait until 3 women took turns to visit me.
All 3 were older and bigger than most but that was okay because they were more my ‘type’ of lady. They seemed like bored housewives that were doing this as a bit of excitement , and money. (That’s purely my assumption based on looks only).
I picked Saphire who was an average looking curvy lady of 32 that was outgoing and seemed cheerful enough.
I’d made the mistake of not asking questions about her service , which I always find awkward to do , so it’s my fault when she tells me there’s no nipple licking , no pussy touching at all except for sex , and no kissing. I tried to think of ways to get excited but stay inside her guidelines. She managed to somehow guide my tiny limp dick into a saggy condom and suck till eventually I began to grow. I had to close my eyes and focus on the sucking sensation to excite myself enough that I firmed up.
Saphire took that as a signal to lay beside me and spread her legs as she lathered a handful of oil over her pussy then wiped her hands and looked up at me expectantly. With a condom on and oiled up so much it was difficult to feel when I was inside her apart from watching myself. I pumped away hoping to get us both excited and Saphire made the right noises even though they were obviously fake.
I could tell I wasn’t going to orgasim with so little sensation to work with , and I was sure if I asked to cum on her she’d have refused , so I faked cumming.
We had lots of time left so we had an interesting chat. Saphire described her interesting past of drug abuse , kings cross streetwalker , escaping to the suburbs and getting ‘clean’. She then went on to explain she’d become epileptic from the drugs but kept it under control with medication. Her openness about herself was nice so we spent most of the time sitting crosslegged on the bed facing each other , still naked but smiling and talking as if we were having coffee. Saphire had noticed my lack of cum in the condom which she only mentioned after we’d become close. Why would she complain if a client wants to pretend to finish early.
However she explained how thorough the authorities were that they often check the books then go through rubbish to tally the number of clients to the ‘used’ condoms. Making sure no natural services are performed.
We kept chatting rapidly while we showered, separately , made the bed and cleaned up. Still talking as we reached the exit door and said goodbye. I was then thrown into a blaring aussie sun to walk with my head down to my car.
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Meet Howie… a 54 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 or two. E H
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I can not imagine how awkward those walks from and to your car must’ve been. Love that you had a conversation with her like you were buddies 🙂
~ Marie
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Thanks marie , I’ve met a few people just like her as you may have.
5 min after you meet you know their life story😕
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Sex turned out somewhat strange. Is there any pleasure from him?
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