Re: What is your most favorite brothel memory?
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2020 9:42 pm
One that stands out was my third brothel trip. I went there two weeks after a break up. My then girlfriend, just one night after becoming official, decides to dump me through Yahoo IM. (Remember that?) After trying to call her and ask what I did or didn’t do, and not getting through as she didn’t pick up when I called, I took some time off work and made my way to Bella’s.
I stumbled into the bar. The bartender asked me how I was doing, and I said, “I need a friendly ear and if I’m feeling up to it, a friendly body.” I ended up sitting at one of the tables as I wasn’t really in the mood for a lineup. One of the girls came out and the bartender pointed me out to her. I can’t remember this girl’s name.
She sits down and introduces herself and asks me if I’m doing alright. I told her the story. Then she takes me in a tour. I like the tours as I can get a feel for the place, and it helps me relax. Why am I so nervous when I met a woman I saw in a dream?
Due to my sob story, I got a bit of a discount. My party was three hours long and I cherished every second. I spent the first hour telling her more about my bad luck with women, about the long distance relationships I’d been in which ended abruptly, and one that lasted almost two years, stopped when another dude knocked her up, and briefly resumed when he jetted, but I wasn’t willing to give her another try. Then she rubbed me down, making me feel a little better, then we had sex.
My orgasm hit hard after a while. Since this visit was emotionally charged, in the throes of orgasm, I blurted out, “I love you”, then I said, “Sorry about that!” She laughed, gave me a kiss and said, “That’s alright. You can love me if you want. That’s what I’m here for.” We still had some time, so we went to the bar, grabbed some drinks, then went back to her room. I honestly didn’t want the session to end.
After that session, I started looking up jobs and housing in Nevada. I live in Utah, but at the time, I was getting so sick of living here, and my point was that it would cut down the driving time. But it never happened. Life intervened.
I was married for ten years, now I’m divorced. I wanted to get back into the brothel scene, having made my return last year, but due to covid, those plans are in the dust. I hope the brothels can open proper again.
I stumbled into the bar. The bartender asked me how I was doing, and I said, “I need a friendly ear and if I’m feeling up to it, a friendly body.” I ended up sitting at one of the tables as I wasn’t really in the mood for a lineup. One of the girls came out and the bartender pointed me out to her. I can’t remember this girl’s name.
She sits down and introduces herself and asks me if I’m doing alright. I told her the story. Then she takes me in a tour. I like the tours as I can get a feel for the place, and it helps me relax. Why am I so nervous when I met a woman I saw in a dream?
Due to my sob story, I got a bit of a discount. My party was three hours long and I cherished every second. I spent the first hour telling her more about my bad luck with women, about the long distance relationships I’d been in which ended abruptly, and one that lasted almost two years, stopped when another dude knocked her up, and briefly resumed when he jetted, but I wasn’t willing to give her another try. Then she rubbed me down, making me feel a little better, then we had sex.
My orgasm hit hard after a while. Since this visit was emotionally charged, in the throes of orgasm, I blurted out, “I love you”, then I said, “Sorry about that!” She laughed, gave me a kiss and said, “That’s alright. You can love me if you want. That’s what I’m here for.” We still had some time, so we went to the bar, grabbed some drinks, then went back to her room. I honestly didn’t want the session to end.
After that session, I started looking up jobs and housing in Nevada. I live in Utah, but at the time, I was getting so sick of living here, and my point was that it would cut down the driving time. But it never happened. Life intervened.
I was married for ten years, now I’m divorced. I wanted to get back into the brothel scene, having made my return last year, but due to covid, those plans are in the dust. I hope the brothels can open proper again.