So she lived with her room-mate who made resin paddles ( the spanking kinda ones ) above a Vietnamese restaurant in a downtown area - so safety for whores in a populated space. She wore full clothing - a fuzzy sweater and some yoga pants but not the camel toe showing tight ones. No skin was shown to make it seem suggestive... jfl at whores saying oh yeah I only dress like a slut for myself, no this bitch was setting boundaries by not showing skin soon as she saw me. All whores dress with intent the slutty ones too to be sluts for chad I just had to autistically reinforce it to myself today.
She spoke louder than me and she was as tall as me 5'7 fucking humiliating. At least she kept smiling at me shit felt literally the exact kinda ones you get from customer service whores at deskjobs so eerily similar. No smile was spontaneous - almost always smiling the same way, I can't remember her laughing spontaneously to see like a natural smile in the whole interaction, glad she at least smiled though instead of giving me hateful eyes. lol my 22 year old skin was worse than this 30 year old bitch. My pores are all enlarged and I have wrinkles on my forehead and crows feet all from fucking acne and now dandruff on my scalp cuz of accutane. JFL at men reach their prime in their 30s when this bitch mogs most 20 something year old balding curries like me.
small talk small talk... she mentions setting some "ground rules" on her bed. Some clients get hard and it's fine, it's almost flattering for her (her words) but it's only cuddling here. So she would place a thin pillow between my cock and her ass when we spooned. I just let her do all the talking and mostly nodded along and she spoke to me like as if she was speaking to a 5th grader.
the cuddling itself if anyone cares: I was surprised at how heavy the human head is, it was almost as heavy as a 10 pound plate. I didn't get to grope her tits because she held my hand in like a reverse clinch and held her hand close to her chest. when facing each other she placed her hand on my chest and ran it over my face and played with my hair. this along with the warm breath from her made me feel really fucking good but I was too insecure and nervous with a racing heart to look her in the eye and enjoy the moment. I literally could just hear my heart thumping like a v6 engine in my ears.
I asked her what the wildest thing she'd done. She said going to a sex party and having sex in front of random people it made her feel powerful and vulnerable. Funny thing is after she said this shit I stopped feeling as insecure, it didn't make me angry tho it just reminded me that I came here to get hugged by this whore. I asked her to lay a little higher than me so that my face would be buried in her neck and her tits were pressed up against my upper chest and my legs where intertwined with hers. This is what I wanted the most, I remember this when I was a kid and cuddling next to my mom. it felt good and I was kinda nervous to get hard; I understand the pain of escort cels who can't get hard.
humans are harder to hug than pillows, less conforming to your embrace. I'm glad I did this There's a lot of other things I didn't write down cuz I'm too lazy to type it out like an essay. I had a wendy's chicken sandwich after and just walked around. Normies around me didn't care that I just hugged a pretty good looking whore so made me realize how many people walk around after having fucked a whore and we all participate in this social dance of courtesy when life is unfair and some guy is cream pieing a whore and cuddling next to her but walking around fine... might seem stupid and obvious but it hit different after this whole interaction.
Glad I did this but I think I will save up for a sex doll for my hugging cope and also escorts not cuddling whores anymore. Money does open doors. It will let me cope well till I die, I'll work and move to a third world shit hole and try to fuck whores for money I'm convinced that this is my future
She spoke louder than me and she was as tall as me 5'7 fucking humiliating. At least she kept smiling at me shit felt literally the exact kinda ones you get from customer service whores at deskjobs so eerily similar. No smile was spontaneous - almost always smiling the same way, I can't remember her laughing spontaneously to see like a natural smile in the whole interaction, glad she at least smiled though instead of giving me hateful eyes. lol my 22 year old skin was worse than this 30 year old bitch. My pores are all enlarged and I have wrinkles on my forehead and crows feet all from fucking acne and now dandruff on my scalp cuz of accutane. JFL at men reach their prime in their 30s when this bitch mogs most 20 something year old balding curries like me.
small talk small talk... she mentions setting some "ground rules" on her bed. Some clients get hard and it's fine, it's almost flattering for her (her words) but it's only cuddling here. So she would place a thin pillow between my cock and her ass when we spooned. I just let her do all the talking and mostly nodded along and she spoke to me like as if she was speaking to a 5th grader.
the cuddling itself if anyone cares: I was surprised at how heavy the human head is, it was almost as heavy as a 10 pound plate. I didn't get to grope her tits because she held my hand in like a reverse clinch and held her hand close to her chest. when facing each other she placed her hand on my chest and ran it over my face and played with my hair. this along with the warm breath from her made me feel really fucking good but I was too insecure and nervous with a racing heart to look her in the eye and enjoy the moment. I literally could just hear my heart thumping like a v6 engine in my ears.
I asked her what the wildest thing she'd done. She said going to a sex party and having sex in front of random people it made her feel powerful and vulnerable. Funny thing is after she said this shit I stopped feeling as insecure, it didn't make me angry tho it just reminded me that I came here to get hugged by this whore. I asked her to lay a little higher than me so that my face would be buried in her neck and her tits were pressed up against my upper chest and my legs where intertwined with hers. This is what I wanted the most, I remember this when I was a kid and cuddling next to my mom. it felt good and I was kinda nervous to get hard; I understand the pain of escort cels who can't get hard.
humans are harder to hug than pillows, less conforming to your embrace. I'm glad I did this There's a lot of other things I didn't write down cuz I'm too lazy to type it out like an essay. I had a wendy's chicken sandwich after and just walked around. Normies around me didn't care that I just hugged a pretty good looking whore so made me realize how many people walk around after having fucked a whore and we all participate in this social dance of courtesy when life is unfair and some guy is cream pieing a whore and cuddling next to her but walking around fine... might seem stupid and obvious but it hit different after this whole interaction.
Glad I did this but I think I will save up for a sex doll for my hugging cope and also escorts not cuddling whores anymore. Money does open doors. It will let me cope well till I die, I'll work and move to a third world shit hole and try to fuck whores for money I'm convinced that this is my future
