I said to myself "No more. Time to man up and fuck a hooker.". I made some research and found a really hot one who said she specialized in deflowering guys. She was quite expensive as well. I made a call and arranged to see her. I was hyped.
On my way to her place, I was seeing couples making out and teasing each other. It depressed me witnessing their happiness while I was on my way to fucking a hooker. Sad and doubtful I made it to her place.
We greeted and then began. She looked like shit compared to the pics. A nasty and used up crack whore that looked like trash compared to the average woman. She looked like she had AIDS and that made me panic. I couldn't get it up with the idea that she might be contagious. You just can;t be sure about these things.
I asked her to undress hoping that her naked figure would lower my inhib. It did nothing. I decided to undress hoping that getting more "comfy" would make things better. Still nothing. I got nauseus, put my clothes back on and left.
I felt like shit the next days. I really regrated what I was about to do.
On my way to her place, I was seeing couples making out and teasing each other. It depressed me witnessing their happiness while I was on my way to fucking a hooker. Sad and doubtful I made it to her place.
We greeted and then began. She looked like shit compared to the pics. A nasty and used up crack whore that looked like trash compared to the average woman. She looked like she had AIDS and that made me panic. I couldn't get it up with the idea that she might be contagious. You just can;t be sure about these things.
I asked her to undress hoping that her naked figure would lower my inhib. It did nothing. I decided to undress hoping that getting more "comfy" would make things better. Still nothing. I got nauseus, put my clothes back on and left.
I felt like shit the next days. I really regrated what I was about to do.
