For those who were interested, my exams went swimmingly, I got the highest possible mark overall. This is a positive and negative. Positive as my marks are the most important thing in the entire world to my parents, hence good marks equals being left alone. In the negative, this reinforces the idea that I can keep it going this way. In the unit for which I jerked off during the exam, I scored a few marks higher overall ;)
My room is in a corner of the house, which in itself is in a corner of the property. There are a number of other properties on that corner, the closest of which is a family who is a stone's throw away from my bedroom window. Last year I knew their eldest daughter was still at high school, so during school hours I could wank with impunity. Window and curtains open, and in the miles and miles of empty suburbia no one would be any the wiser. Then she graduated high school, and is now taking a year off before continuing on with her education.
It dawned on me that with her not at school any more, my grand scheme of free wanking between school hours was a bit misguided. Usually I see her on her way somewhere each day I go for a walk, heading off somewhere. A few weeks ago, I heard her talking on her phone in the backyard, so I finally clued in and realised that my scheme is dead in the water.
Instead of drawing the curtains like a hermit for a wank, I listen out for a minute, then throw caution to the wind, give the world the finger, drop my pants and continue on my merry way. This has so far worked perfectly fine. "So far".
The other day, I got rumbled.
I felt the itch, I did the 1 minute surveillance, half-pulled the curtain, finger to the world etc., fired up the porn and away to the races. As sure as the sun rising in the East, the eventual explosion arrived. I relaxed back in my chair a moment to catch my breath and heard something.
I looked around quickly and saw the top half of her head poking over the fence line.
Me: "Well...isn't this quite embarrassing"
Her: "For you, quite possibly. Next time, don't feel you have to shut the curtains".
Given enough time, the probability of something happening eventually becomes 1. I'm just glad it wasn't someone I have to live with. With my finished exams, I have a little more time up my sleeve.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
My Exam
The other day was my final exam. We thankfully had a kind unit coordinator, who put it on at the end of the exam period and basically gave us an extra hour in which to do it. So, there was plenty of time and the material was not particularly taxing, so I found it difficult to stay focused.
At the end of the exam period, they have all the straggler classes to examine, so they shove them in whatever room they can find. We were in a room with a 600+ capacity, and total students in the room was 27, so we had plenty of room, and a choice of spots. Being anti-authoritarian at heart, I picked the back row (real rebel stuff huh? :P). They usually hire a few people from the surrounding neighbourhood to act as supervision. This is where the story becomes interesting.
One of the supervisors was exceedingly hot. I don't know where they found her, but usually the university finds the most sexually unappealing people to be supervisors. Maybe this is intentional, if it is, they screwed up on this day. This particular supervisor wore a pair of tight pants, with the thong plainly visible. This was complemented by a fairly tight shirt, with two very stiff nipples poking out. Despite these things providing for a bit of visual arousal, it was the perfume she had on that day that really got things moving. She smelt fantastic. I don't really know how to describe scents, but it was flowery and sort of moist. That doesn't even make sense, but smells are difficult to quantify.
This provided great distraction while I was scribbling my answers, when I began to think of what would be happening that night. After my exams are completed, I usually have a fairly good night. I get some porn, shave the fur if required and wank for quite a while. Unfortunately for me, the situation between my parents (between themselves - not me) is a little stressed at the moment, and this has led to one spending large amounts of time awake until the early hours watching TV - placing an even bigger impedance to my wanking plans. This has been postponed until early this week, when the travelling parent does just that.
So, I was slogging through my paper, disgruntled that my usual post - exam plans would be shot. It was at that point that my dick had other plans. As I rounded out the 7th page, my mind wandered to the riskier times of my wanking life. Now, I used to be able to sit in a chair in one position for a long time with no problems. I have found as my weight has plummeted, that I am increasingly more fidgety, wanting to move around and do something. I felt this was a good precedent to set in the exam hall, because the level of suspicion would be higher if a non-fidgeter started fidgeting, over a fidgeter fidgeting.
I started to slowly, awkwardly and without detection rub my dick through my jeans. The foreskin had worked itself back a little and had exposed the sensitive part to my underpants. To capitalize on this, I moved my legs a bit to force movement of either my underpants or my penis. This proved to be quite effective, I was getting very nicely aroused when it dawned on me. Where was the jizz going to go?
I had 3 options:
I did just that and hot supervisor lady came on the scene with a box of tissues and I duly grabbed a few. I checked my progress against the clock and saw I was wildly ahead of time, with only a few multiple choice questions to finish up, the bulk of the marks and effort was out of the way, I had plenty of time to waste.
I waited until the supervisors had returned to their bored stupor at the front of the hall and s-l-o-w-l-y unzipped my fly. This could be the undoer of everything as it has a habit of getting stuck halfway, but not this day. I shifted around in the seat so my legs were tucked under the chair and my dick would be roughly parallel to the floor (these rows of seats have a panel where your legs sit, so under the desk is basically private). I blew my nose to maintain the charade and slowly eased my underpants down and anchored them underneath my balls, springing my penis from its fabric prison.
I grab the remaining tissues and hold them in my left hand, bunched around the head. I use my thumb to wank, all the while I keep my right hand hovering over my answer book as though I was actually doing my exam. With the general tension and risk factor I came in a minute or so, with every drop landing in the tissues. I slowly squirreled them to my desktop, and eased myself back into my clothes. All the while checking to see if I had been rumbled, and it seemed like I got away with it.
My exam ended, and the papers were gathered up, I dumped the tissues in the bin on the way out and as a bonus saw down hot supervisor lady's shirt.
At the end of the exam period, they have all the straggler classes to examine, so they shove them in whatever room they can find. We were in a room with a 600+ capacity, and total students in the room was 27, so we had plenty of room, and a choice of spots. Being anti-authoritarian at heart, I picked the back row (real rebel stuff huh? :P). They usually hire a few people from the surrounding neighbourhood to act as supervision. This is where the story becomes interesting.
One of the supervisors was exceedingly hot. I don't know where they found her, but usually the university finds the most sexually unappealing people to be supervisors. Maybe this is intentional, if it is, they screwed up on this day. This particular supervisor wore a pair of tight pants, with the thong plainly visible. This was complemented by a fairly tight shirt, with two very stiff nipples poking out. Despite these things providing for a bit of visual arousal, it was the perfume she had on that day that really got things moving. She smelt fantastic. I don't really know how to describe scents, but it was flowery and sort of moist. That doesn't even make sense, but smells are difficult to quantify.
This provided great distraction while I was scribbling my answers, when I began to think of what would be happening that night. After my exams are completed, I usually have a fairly good night. I get some porn, shave the fur if required and wank for quite a while. Unfortunately for me, the situation between my parents (between themselves - not me) is a little stressed at the moment, and this has led to one spending large amounts of time awake until the early hours watching TV - placing an even bigger impedance to my wanking plans. This has been postponed until early this week, when the travelling parent does just that.
So, I was slogging through my paper, disgruntled that my usual post - exam plans would be shot. It was at that point that my dick had other plans. As I rounded out the 7th page, my mind wandered to the riskier times of my wanking life. Now, I used to be able to sit in a chair in one position for a long time with no problems. I have found as my weight has plummeted, that I am increasingly more fidgety, wanting to move around and do something. I felt this was a good precedent to set in the exam hall, because the level of suspicion would be higher if a non-fidgeter started fidgeting, over a fidgeter fidgeting.
I started to slowly, awkwardly and without detection rub my dick through my jeans. The foreskin had worked itself back a little and had exposed the sensitive part to my underpants. To capitalize on this, I moved my legs a bit to force movement of either my underpants or my penis. This proved to be quite effective, I was getting very nicely aroused when it dawned on me. Where was the jizz going to go?
I had 3 options:
- Pants
- Ever so subtly remove dick from pants and use carpet
- Toilet
I did just that and hot supervisor lady came on the scene with a box of tissues and I duly grabbed a few. I checked my progress against the clock and saw I was wildly ahead of time, with only a few multiple choice questions to finish up, the bulk of the marks and effort was out of the way, I had plenty of time to waste.
I waited until the supervisors had returned to their bored stupor at the front of the hall and s-l-o-w-l-y unzipped my fly. This could be the undoer of everything as it has a habit of getting stuck halfway, but not this day. I shifted around in the seat so my legs were tucked under the chair and my dick would be roughly parallel to the floor (these rows of seats have a panel where your legs sit, so under the desk is basically private). I blew my nose to maintain the charade and slowly eased my underpants down and anchored them underneath my balls, springing my penis from its fabric prison.
I grab the remaining tissues and hold them in my left hand, bunched around the head. I use my thumb to wank, all the while I keep my right hand hovering over my answer book as though I was actually doing my exam. With the general tension and risk factor I came in a minute or so, with every drop landing in the tissues. I slowly squirreled them to my desktop, and eased myself back into my clothes. All the while checking to see if I had been rumbled, and it seemed like I got away with it.
My exam ended, and the papers were gathered up, I dumped the tissues in the bin on the way out and as a bonus saw down hot supervisor lady's shirt.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
The Unwelcome Erection
As any owner of a penis will tell you, sometimes it just has a mind of its own. Sometimes it springs to life at the most inopportune times. The films we watched in sex ed classes mentioned this, but never seemed to have quite the same level of inconvenience as the real world.
The one I can remember from the films was some chap working backstage, up in the rafters of an auditorium, with the lights. The voice over guy declared "Sometimes puberty plays tricks on you, like Jim is experiencing here. This is the "unwelcome erection"". I guess our school wasn't so fussed with the abstinence push.
So, I figured I had this puberty/unexpected erection thing licked, there would be no problems at all. Besides, you only got wood when out of sight, so what was the big deal? It seemed to me they were unwelcome because they were at times you couldn't have a tug, like Jim up in the rafters.
Oh how wrong those stupid films were.
The short list of unwelcome erections I can remember.
...being yelled at by my year 6 teacher (who is still working at the school and is hot)
...back of the police car the time I got arrested
...my high school graduation
It might be stating the bleeding obvious, but why those times? What part of my brain leapt into action and thought, "now would be the best time to divert blood to the wang"? At the time I wasn't particularly attracted to my teacher. When I was arrested, I was furious, and I couldn't wait for my high school graduation to be over.
Nowadays, all the fun of the unwelcome erection is largely over. It stays dormant most of the day, except when needed.
However, when I was watching that film all those years ago, I wondered if there was the welcome erection, at an opportune time. I recall an event while studying for my final high school exams.
I was studying away at Physics, the laws of thermodynamics guaranteeing my penis remaining in its slumber. I hit my mid afternoon break and left the room to stretch my legs, read the paper, in fact, do anything else. The familiar event of puberty struck as I walked outside to get some fresh air. Normally, I would have ignored it, but the unwelcome erection suddenly becomes welcome, and at a good time. Standing out in the garden, why not?
Maybe it is the brain's way of taking your mind off other things? Or maybe it was just coincidence. Either way, it is a double edged sword the unwelcome erection is rare nowadays. On the one hand, no awkwardness, on the other, no not-so-subtle suggestions from the nether regions.
The one I can remember from the films was some chap working backstage, up in the rafters of an auditorium, with the lights. The voice over guy declared "Sometimes puberty plays tricks on you, like Jim is experiencing here. This is the "unwelcome erection"". I guess our school wasn't so fussed with the abstinence push.
So, I figured I had this puberty/unexpected erection thing licked, there would be no problems at all. Besides, you only got wood when out of sight, so what was the big deal? It seemed to me they were unwelcome because they were at times you couldn't have a tug, like Jim up in the rafters.
Oh how wrong those stupid films were.
The short list of unwelcome erections I can remember.
...being yelled at by my year 6 teacher (who is still working at the school and is hot)
...back of the police car the time I got arrested
...my high school graduation
It might be stating the bleeding obvious, but why those times? What part of my brain leapt into action and thought, "now would be the best time to divert blood to the wang"? At the time I wasn't particularly attracted to my teacher. When I was arrested, I was furious, and I couldn't wait for my high school graduation to be over.
Nowadays, all the fun of the unwelcome erection is largely over. It stays dormant most of the day, except when needed.
However, when I was watching that film all those years ago, I wondered if there was the welcome erection, at an opportune time. I recall an event while studying for my final high school exams.
I was studying away at Physics, the laws of thermodynamics guaranteeing my penis remaining in its slumber. I hit my mid afternoon break and left the room to stretch my legs, read the paper, in fact, do anything else. The familiar event of puberty struck as I walked outside to get some fresh air. Normally, I would have ignored it, but the unwelcome erection suddenly becomes welcome, and at a good time. Standing out in the garden, why not?
Maybe it is the brain's way of taking your mind off other things? Or maybe it was just coincidence. Either way, it is a double edged sword the unwelcome erection is rare nowadays. On the one hand, no awkwardness, on the other, no not-so-subtle suggestions from the nether regions.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
A Complicit Action
I have little wanking news of late. I am at the pointy end of the semester, unfortunately, it is demanding rather a lot of my attention. At least, I have the ability to "rut myself" fairly easily, which makes getting through it a matter of just keeping at it. Luckily for me, I make sure wanking is part of the rut.
However, my recent news is based at university.
Being a university, it is a hotbed of any sort of dissension or political action. It's what idealistic students do! But I have to wonder at a particular inequality that has reared its ugly head.
I can sign a petition or join a club or show my support for almost anything and by and large people respect your decision. They may not like your choice, but accept that you made that choice. You can sign up as a member of a conservative political party, cop shit from the liberal followers and vice versa. Or you can align with the anarchists, and cop shit from both.
Every now and then they have club/society open days, one particular display caught my attention. It is was run by the Gay and Lesbian society and detailed some of the hardships they had faced on campus.
I signed their petition. Then I got the questioning from onlookers.
This is my point. Why am I getting the third degree from my peers for wanting to help my peers? The reasons I was given were
"Well, you aren't gay"
And? So the fuck what?
"You don't know anyone who is gay"
Correction, I don't know anyone who has told me. And quite frankly, it's not my business.
"You have no connection to anything homosexual"
There were petitions for all sorts of stuff there, saving trees I've never seen, repealing a tax I've never paid, or fund-raising for a lecture I will not attend. But I'll sign and chip in a few bucks, despite not having a connection.
Why the double standard? Why can't I show support for a group of people, any group of people on the simple grounds that they are a group of people? In this particular case, people with documented malfeasance against parts of the university.
This whole episode pissed me off and not I'm-fed-up-with-thesis pissed off. Pissed off because there seems to be something endemic at that place, something that is there because that is the way it is. More to the point, some injustice which I have been complicit in by not speaking up when Icould should have.
I have been wracking my brain trying to think of just why this hit a nerve with so many people. What I cannot grapple with is the finality of each of the statements by onlookers. "You are not gay", that fucking utterance raises yet more questions. You know what? I dislike reggae music, but I signed the reggae appreciation society's petition to get a club room.
However, my recent news is based at university.
Being a university, it is a hotbed of any sort of dissension or political action. It's what idealistic students do! But I have to wonder at a particular inequality that has reared its ugly head.
I can sign a petition or join a club or show my support for almost anything and by and large people respect your decision. They may not like your choice, but accept that you made that choice. You can sign up as a member of a conservative political party, cop shit from the liberal followers and vice versa. Or you can align with the anarchists, and cop shit from both.
Every now and then they have club/society open days, one particular display caught my attention. It is was run by the Gay and Lesbian society and detailed some of the hardships they had faced on campus.
I signed their petition. Then I got the questioning from onlookers.
This is my point. Why am I getting the third degree from my peers for wanting to help my peers? The reasons I was given were
"Well, you aren't gay"
And? So the fuck what?
"You don't know anyone who is gay"
Correction, I don't know anyone who has told me. And quite frankly, it's not my business.
"You have no connection to anything homosexual"
There were petitions for all sorts of stuff there, saving trees I've never seen, repealing a tax I've never paid, or fund-raising for a lecture I will not attend. But I'll sign and chip in a few bucks, despite not having a connection.
Why the double standard? Why can't I show support for a group of people, any group of people on the simple grounds that they are a group of people? In this particular case, people with documented malfeasance against parts of the university.
This whole episode pissed me off and not I'm-fed-up-with-thesis pissed off. Pissed off because there seems to be something endemic at that place, something that is there because that is the way it is. More to the point, some injustice which I have been complicit in by not speaking up when I
I have been wracking my brain trying to think of just why this hit a nerve with so many people. What I cannot grapple with is the finality of each of the statements by onlookers. "You are not gay", that fucking utterance raises yet more questions. You know what? I dislike reggae music, but I signed the reggae appreciation society's petition to get a club room.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Bikes and Wanking
When I was younger I used to zip around the place on my bicycle. I was too young to drive and in true adolescent style of blowing your pocket money on comic books and stupid crap, I never had any money for the bus. So it was walking, running the gauntlet of fare evasion (which after a month of toil to pay off a fine was an option of last resort) or cycling.
Aside from cycling being a form of transport, I always found it quite fun. Over the years however, I took a more sedentary path, then I could drive, and my bike was looking ever more neglected. In my recently ramped up efforts to lose weight (-40kg so far!) I got cycling again. The first bit of good news is that I am in better shape than I was in my mid-teens. Inclines which would have been dampeners to my cycling efforts are now a cinch.
I mention this, because in my new found hobby, I remember something of my past jerking. I used to go for a ride and find that after returning home I would feel rather horny. The rhythmic brushing of my pants would be the culprit of this particular horniness. I can't believe I had forgotten about this aspect of bike riding!
This all occurred to me when I had pedalled my way to the highest point of my suburb. There is a "view" of the skyscrapers some 20km away (in that there is an empty lot in the right place). It is a fairly odd hill, hard to describe, but from the peak, not far away is the lowest point of the suburb. The lowest point is a quarter park / 3 quarter nature reserve. Most people stick to the paths in the park, few venture into the designated paths in the reserve but there is a lot more to see if you go for a wander in the rest of it, so that is what I usually do.
I wheeled myself down from the peak and headed off into the park. I cycled around the regular paths for a while, and headed into the bowels of the reserve. I found my usual secluded spot and parked myself. Not only is this place good to sit and ponder, look at nature, but it is also a good place to study. There is no phone reception, no anything really. I did some thrillingly dull work on my thesis and put it aside. I lay back and looked up at the clouds rolling overhead. I thought of the girl I asked out, unsuccessfully. I thought of the screaming erection in my pants.
I proceed to rub my dick through my pants, slowly at first, but increasingly faster. I unzip my fly to reveal a distinct wet patch in my underwear. I peel them back to see a small oasis of pre-cum swirled around my glans and dripping out. I grasp my dick about half way down and squeeze, with a slight upwards movement. If history is anything to go by, this pushes out the rest, and it does. The clear sticky fluid pumps out and gathers.
Even though Jocelyn is not particularly quaking at the knees to get some coffee with me. I can't get her sultry voice and long hair out of my head. She fills my thoughts as I wank away. I think of unloading on her beautifully curved tits and that tips me over the edge. Large blobs of jizz wind their way out and slide down my now slick shaft to their new home in my pubic fur. I lay back for a short while, I squeeze out the last few drops.
I can't be bothered to clean up, more to the point I have no provisions to clean up. I pull my clothes back on and in order and ramble home.
Aside from cycling being a form of transport, I always found it quite fun. Over the years however, I took a more sedentary path, then I could drive, and my bike was looking ever more neglected. In my recently ramped up efforts to lose weight (-40kg so far!) I got cycling again. The first bit of good news is that I am in better shape than I was in my mid-teens. Inclines which would have been dampeners to my cycling efforts are now a cinch.
I mention this, because in my new found hobby, I remember something of my past jerking. I used to go for a ride and find that after returning home I would feel rather horny. The rhythmic brushing of my pants would be the culprit of this particular horniness. I can't believe I had forgotten about this aspect of bike riding!
This all occurred to me when I had pedalled my way to the highest point of my suburb. There is a "view" of the skyscrapers some 20km away (in that there is an empty lot in the right place). It is a fairly odd hill, hard to describe, but from the peak, not far away is the lowest point of the suburb. The lowest point is a quarter park / 3 quarter nature reserve. Most people stick to the paths in the park, few venture into the designated paths in the reserve but there is a lot more to see if you go for a wander in the rest of it, so that is what I usually do.
I wheeled myself down from the peak and headed off into the park. I cycled around the regular paths for a while, and headed into the bowels of the reserve. I found my usual secluded spot and parked myself. Not only is this place good to sit and ponder, look at nature, but it is also a good place to study. There is no phone reception, no anything really. I did some thrillingly dull work on my thesis and put it aside. I lay back and looked up at the clouds rolling overhead. I thought of the girl I asked out, unsuccessfully. I thought of the screaming erection in my pants.
I proceed to rub my dick through my pants, slowly at first, but increasingly faster. I unzip my fly to reveal a distinct wet patch in my underwear. I peel them back to see a small oasis of pre-cum swirled around my glans and dripping out. I grasp my dick about half way down and squeeze, with a slight upwards movement. If history is anything to go by, this pushes out the rest, and it does. The clear sticky fluid pumps out and gathers.
Even though Jocelyn is not particularly quaking at the knees to get some coffee with me. I can't get her sultry voice and long hair out of my head. She fills my thoughts as I wank away. I think of unloading on her beautifully curved tits and that tips me over the edge. Large blobs of jizz wind their way out and slide down my now slick shaft to their new home in my pubic fur. I lay back for a short while, I squeeze out the last few drops.
I can't be bothered to clean up, more to the point I have no provisions to clean up. I pull my clothes back on and in order and ramble home.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
I took the plunge
Lately things have been going real well for me. This usually makes me think there is bad news waiting around the corner, but so far it hasn't eventuated. In the past week and a half I;
I was thinking that I would visit a brothel soon, but I wasn't sure when that would be. I had the money and I had some free time coming up, but I didn't have an actual day and time when I would head in. I was on the long distance call for my interview the other day and it went real well, I was amazed at being head-hunted for the dream job, when the thought popped into my head. Why not today?
I had some free time that day, it could be done logistically and I was certainly ready to do something I wouldn't normally do. I did some work. The more and more I though about it at work, the more and more it felt like the thing to do.
But there were some problems. How do I have a shower in the middle of the day, for no apparent reason? I hadn't had a wank in a few days, I didn't want my first time to last half a minute and then be all over with.
I went home and invented some reason to have a shower - it worked. I hopped into the shower washed up and jerked off at the same time, I can multi-task!
Got dressed, double checked the address and headed off. I drove past the place without realizing and had to do a U-turn. I then missed the turn for the car park and had to back track. I then wimped out a further 2 times and had to do more circuits. I got irritated with myself and thought that this would be it, no more stuffing around.
Inside I was introduced to everyone working that day and was given something to drink. In a rare act of forwardness, I sit down next to someone and strike up a conversation. To my good fortune, we had something in common, which made the small talk a lot easier for me to participate in.
She went and fetched the madam, who duly took care of my credit card and directed me to follow Sophie to the room. I hopped in the shower and Sophie went off to find the necessary stuff.
First was a massage. I am not sure what a massage is supposed to be, but is it supposed to hurt the next day? It felt good at the time though. During that time, we continued our conversation that we started downstairs. There is something odd and yet strangely arousing discussing energy policy with a half naked woman.
I was on the bottom and Sophie was on top, she took it upon herself to show me a few positions. Most enjoyable was from behind, she said she liked the position with her lying on her side. She said it was more or less a rite of passage to try the traditional missionary position. However, Sophie's advice was that it was rather tedious and to use others when possible. I'm hardly in a position to know say one way or the other.
After that, I was on my back again, with Sophie using her hand. Sophie suggested I cum on her breasts, and who am I to reason with something like that?
Afterwards, we both had a shower, got dressed and went our separate ways.
I said I would this year, and now I am no longer a virgin :)
- Graduated university
- Got some really good marks
- Had a few breakthroughs with my thesis
- Got a job - of sorts
- Am the leanest I have been in many years
I was thinking that I would visit a brothel soon, but I wasn't sure when that would be. I had the money and I had some free time coming up, but I didn't have an actual day and time when I would head in. I was on the long distance call for my interview the other day and it went real well, I was amazed at being head-hunted for the dream job, when the thought popped into my head. Why not today?
I had some free time that day, it could be done logistically and I was certainly ready to do something I wouldn't normally do. I did some work. The more and more I though about it at work, the more and more it felt like the thing to do.
But there were some problems. How do I have a shower in the middle of the day, for no apparent reason? I hadn't had a wank in a few days, I didn't want my first time to last half a minute and then be all over with.
I went home and invented some reason to have a shower - it worked. I hopped into the shower washed up and jerked off at the same time, I can multi-task!
Got dressed, double checked the address and headed off. I drove past the place without realizing and had to do a U-turn. I then missed the turn for the car park and had to back track. I then wimped out a further 2 times and had to do more circuits. I got irritated with myself and thought that this would be it, no more stuffing around.
Inside I was introduced to everyone working that day and was given something to drink. In a rare act of forwardness, I sit down next to someone and strike up a conversation. To my good fortune, we had something in common, which made the small talk a lot easier for me to participate in.
She went and fetched the madam, who duly took care of my credit card and directed me to follow Sophie to the room. I hopped in the shower and Sophie went off to find the necessary stuff.
First was a massage. I am not sure what a massage is supposed to be, but is it supposed to hurt the next day? It felt good at the time though. During that time, we continued our conversation that we started downstairs. There is something odd and yet strangely arousing discussing energy policy with a half naked woman.
I was on the bottom and Sophie was on top, she took it upon herself to show me a few positions. Most enjoyable was from behind, she said she liked the position with her lying on her side. She said it was more or less a rite of passage to try the traditional missionary position. However, Sophie's advice was that it was rather tedious and to use others when possible. I'm hardly in a position to know say one way or the other.
After that, I was on my back again, with Sophie using her hand. Sophie suggested I cum on her breasts, and who am I to reason with something like that?
Afterwards, we both had a shower, got dressed and went our separate ways.
I said I would this year, and now I am no longer a virgin :)
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