Mall with pirates og Grill
Wanted to have a good time on the day off.
So called my regular spa, surprised to know no NI were available.
So thought of venturing in to something new. Went to the Blue Led in MG road.
There was only one worth going for but the price quoted was really high (8k, how much do you guys get it for) so left.
Went to the mall in subject, ventured into this one place I had never been.
Asked for a NI, was not sure how she looked like.
Surprise, the best looking girl in my short mongering career.
Enjoyed it although the massage was not so good.
Looks: 8. 5/10.
Massage: 4/10.
HJ: 7/10
Boobs: 9/10.
Damage: 1. 8K+1. 5 k.
WIR: Yes.
PS: B2B also on offer but a bit expensive or thats what I thought.
Good massage and nothing else
For the ones looking for extras buddha spa in south point mall is not the place.
Trying to save rs. 2200- of fresh mongers.
Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained
dear xxxxxxxxx.
it was amazing fluent flow of the words and feelings. many of us do go through these however unable to pen them down in a poetic way. my initial mongering experiences made me to feel "paradise lost" and then after a while through self learning i have paradise regained.
very happy to read your fr.
warm regards.
[quote=xxxxxxxxx; 1478837]i had always believed that making love would be the most beautiful thing in the world. everything i read told me so. the poetry, the classic novels, the trashy novels all spoke in one voice about the joy of sex. hell! even lady chatterley's lover told me so. well! guess what? it's all crap! don't believe even a word of it. i had my 22 year old dream dashed to smithereens recently. this is the story of how that happened.
i tried my hand (no pun intended) at mps and not being pleased with the results (i literally had to use my hand for my own sake) , i had recently requested for help from you fine folks and within moments therealpilkey responded followed by smartashi84 and anonymousboy. thanks to all of you. therealpilkey had given me quite a list, which included both sps and mps. i texted all the sps but none responded.
along with those numbers was another innocuous number which i presumed to belong to a sp too. i receive a call from this number after some time and i was pleasantly surprised to find out that she was an independent and how do i find out: i asked her what her options were and she was like what options? its just me! of course me being dim witted and all it took more time to process this information. probably, this was on account of the fact that this was the first time i had spoken to a pro. yes in all my 34 years of life this was the first time. ya i know! it's pathetic so just don't rub it in.
the conversation was quite funny too. she used to quote her price really softly and i would have trouble hearing and would have to ask her to repeat, which she would again do more softly. after two times she lost her patience and started to shout like she was talking to a deaf person. being my first conversation i had no idea what to ask her. the first thing i told her was of course hi how are you? like i cared! but she was more to the point and just like then went on to quote her rates. she said something about a short being 4000 and night being 10000. i was like huh? who the hell is a short? did she somehow mean size? how dare she say that i am short? slowly the realization dawned that perhaps she meant shot and not short. i had read about that before on this forum but didn't pay attention and so it had to be that i tell myself. her pronunciation certainly didn't help much. immediately text messages flew to thegreatkhali and to nrynn. both replied almost simultaneously confirming that it's a shot and it means she charges for the number of times she makes you cum (newbies take note).
armed with that knowledge, the tussle with my conscience grew. it asked me so many questions. after all these years why now? can't you wait a little longer? do you really want to lose your virginity to a pro? imagine the traffic to get to her place? you can get three ps3 games you have been wanting for that money! her name is not good! why don't you procrastinate like you generally do? all those questions had one simple reply. it's 34 years damn it! no way i am dying a virgin!
now i had no idea of the place to meet and risky though it was i thought i had no other option than to bring her to my pad. it complicated the entire situation and i was about to chuck the plan out the window. i told her this and she immediately came to my rescue and said bravely that i could come over to her place. i was shocked! what! you are inviting me to your house! wth don't you have neighbours? she assured me that it is a nice place and told me that i would like it.
with my heart beating like drums i left home about 10. 30 pm and reached saket (sounds like suck it right? how apt i think to myself!) metro station. having reached there i had to find her flat and that turned out to be more difficult than i imagined. to cut a long story short (not shot! notice what i did there?) after about eight phone calls, i gave up and almost decided to go back home when this bright idea (and when i say a bright idea, i really mean a flashlight!) hit me. why should i not just take an auto to her place. problem was finding an auto at that time who knew the surroundings. further obstacles was the poor signal at her place which kept dropping at all the wrong times. finally i got her to tell the directions to the auto guy and off i was on that three wheeled chariot to lose my virginity to a pro.
the autoguy dropped me near a huge gate (and by huge i mean really massive!) and told me to just go through the small door in that huge gate and turn left and the house would be there. i looked at the gate doubtfully. it looked incomplete with a couple of labradors guarding it ready to pounce on anyone who dares to step through. i peeped in first and saw a middle aged man furiously speaking on the cell phone and finding no labs stepped through the gate. i thought this is how alice would have felt when she stepped into her wonderland. but this was certainly no wonderland. it was just like any other 'gali' in this city of delhi and i again called her up. we had a communication problem and she convinced me that i was at the wrong place. i was like what the bloody hell is this and the persevering demon in my rose and told her shut up * and tell me your address (well the * part is an exaggeration) and you'll see me in ten minutes. so she told me her address and the street. she specifically asked me not to ask anybody the way or the location. i said alright and looked around for a reference point and hey presto! i was found that i was right on her street. it took me just about 7 minutes to reach her place. just outside her door, i called her mobile again and heard it answered on both my phone and with my other ear. i knocked caustiously and she opened the door.
omg! i think to myself: i just now met my first prostitute and the first thought that is formed in that dark alley that passes for my brain was that she was quite a good looker. she had beautiful smile and seemed genuinely pleased to see me (did i mention that i am usually a poor judge of character but i guess you would probably figure that out by the end of the story). i had told you before that when i left home my heart was beating like a drum, now it had a whole symphony accompanying it with the cymbals clanging away at every diastole part of the heart cycle. she got me seated in out of those ancient plastic molded yellow chairs that refuse to go out of style. she has a small tv and i was looking at it blankly and bang came the question ye aap ki pehela baar hai? (is this your first time?). an incredulous gasp escaped me and i looked at her with the utmost shock. i asked her how she knew and she told me with a wry smile. yehan log tv dekne keliye nahi aathe (people don't come here to watch tv). she broke my heart right there. i felt bad for her. my heart was filled with sympathy for her plight and i wanted to help the hapless maiden in distress. the next question she asked me floored me. khana kavoke? (will you have food?). i think to myself that i am not offered food even at my close friend's place and here was a pro who was offering me. a total stranger (who had only one purpose to visit her) food. i just melted right there. i politely declined her offer but she insisted that i have water. i was surprised at the way my brain worked when the intense feeling of sympathy gave way to mistrust. i think to myself is she trying to drug me? first the food, then the water. whats going on? and i politely declined again. she shrugged and sat next to me in one of those ubiquitous yellow chairs and started chatting with me. women have this amazing knack of yapping all the time without actually saying anything in particular! this is truly an amazing talent and this female, i found, was quite accomplished at this particular art. i let her speak pretending to listen and she told me that she is from lucknow and she had done her college and she lives alone and so on and so forth. she spoke an accent of hindi that i had trouble following and slowly my mind started to wander. conscience kicked in again and asked me what was i doing there. it likes to think of me to be a refined person having overcome the baser instincts of mere mortals. i tell it 'damn you conscience! it is your problem that you have such a high regard for me' and i continue pretending to listen to her.
she must have been speaking for about 5 minutes when i realized we were not alone. there was another girl in the next room and noticing that i had noticed her she called the other pro out and introduced her to me. her name was akansha. i was given a choice. i could have akansha for 3000 per shot and 6000 for the night or go with the original choice at 4000 per shot and 10000 for the night. akansha i felt did not have the quality that this one had. akansha looked like a rustic damsel. so i chose quality and my conscience jumped for joy saying at least when you decide to go rotten you go rotten in style.
she took me to the adjourning room. there was a bed there which was slightly larger than a single bed but smaller than a double bed. she told me to sit and i sat meekly while she walked out closing the door. i was sitting there alone for sometime while she was giving what i perceived as instructions to her companion. i waited for about five minutes straining my ears to hear what they were discussing while imagining all sorts of things that my crooked mind could conceive. when she came back in i had a distinct feeling that the police would come barging in the door with their pistols pointed at me and the pro would actually turn out to be an undercover cop telling them with a smirk to arrest me. but i know better about the powers of the police and simply brushed aside the image. she came and sat next to me and sorta rested her head on my shoulder. i was shocked. this is exactly what my old girlfriend in another life time (read as a long time back) did when we were in college. it brought back memories flooding back and i started to feel really bad right there. i regretted my decision of coming to the pros, i regretted my inability in not marrying my girlfriend and most of all i regretted that she was charging me 8000 bucks for the night! (i actually managed to negotiate the 10000 to 8000. i am an excellent negotiator you know. well actually i just asked and she came down the 2000 and i accepted immediately).
one of the worst ways to make a decision is to make one without data relevant to the decision to be made. in this case the relevant data was my ability to spend the entire night with her and to pace out the two shots that she had accepted for. i had no experience and i let myself be led into the decision that i wanted to spend the entire night with her. big mistake!
so there i was sitting with her leaning her head on my shoulder. the bed was slightly on the higher side and since my feet did not rest on the floor i set them in a to and fro motion. long time since i did that i think to myself and she gets off the bed and asks shall we begin? i nod without the slightest idea of how to begin or what to do. she smiles and in one smooth motion takes her top off. i have right before me the best pair of tits that i have ever seen (not that i had seen many pairs but still i am qualified to say they were really good). just the right size and firm as a freshly plucked apples. she comes next to me and it was at that precise time that my conscience lost power. it was like it was its power cord was pulled out. it just went dead and for once i heard no voice in that otherwise chatty place from which it keeps blabbering all the frigging time! i let her lean on me with her tits just brushing my face while she worked to get my shirt off. i told her to let the vest be and she asked me if i was attached to it. ha! i thought! this girl has a sense of humour too. she took it off and jammed her body with mine. i was thankful for her foresight. both our lower garments remained and my hands pretty soon i had her in a tight embrace with my face buried between her tits. our breathing synced and soon enough passion was ruling in the realm of desire (gasp! can't believe i wrote that!). with another smooth motion she took off her lowers and she was in all the naked glory that i had ever seen. she had a great figure and fat at all the right places. she made me take off the pants and pretty soon we were how god made man in all his infinite wisdom.
she made me lie down on the bed and pretty soon had the condom up rolled up on my 'jhonny'. as i was watching her put the condom on i think to myself this is it! my first condom! i am finally going to fuck a girl finally. my sprits soared. i became harder and she started a blow job over the condom. huh? go my sprits. i've read much about bjs and they were supposed to be great but what she was doing certainly did not make me feel great. she was playing with my balls and that didn't make it any better either. i told her to slow down a bit and she did and that didn't make any difference. i asked her to speed up and it was worse. this is strange i think to myself and i told her to quit playing with my balls. though i was quite hard i had no feeling on my jhonny. it was like it had been injected with local anesthesia. i told her enough of the blow job and she used a tissue paper to spit out the excess saliva. i got up in the meantime only to be pushed back by her asking me if she should be on top. this aroused me once again and all hard i was back on the bed. she took hold me and inserted me into her. and just like that i was inside her. i was inside a woman for god's sake! my first time and i was happy for the sheer experience. the only problem was i still didn't feel anything. it was like being held by a slightly tighter fist. she started a rhythmic movement and pretty soon the familiar phat phat phat sounds started. now i was very familiar with that sound what with the amount of porn that i watch and was quite happy to hear something familiar in this otherwise largely unfamiliar territory. we soon changed positions and she was lying down and again it was she who took hold me and guided me it to her. i started pumping like my life depended upon it and she actually smiled. none of that passionate 'i am going to cum' smile but a pleasant 'nice to see you try' smile. it infuriated me to no end and i started to pump harder. this female is on the shorter side and the angle did not make things any easier. i tried adjusting my knees but that didn't help much but i kept up the thrust and i could see she was getting impatient. she asked me if i wanted to try another angle and i just let her lead me. she asked me to get off the bed and she went down on all fours. my jaw dropped! i had seen this in all the porn movies but here i was just about the do what all those porn stars did. this time around i tried inserting it myself and managed to align it right. its not rocket science you know! and off we were rocking to and fro. her slim figure broadening at her hips and ending in her perfectly round ass increased my libido to no end! excitement made me withdraw too much too many times resulting in slipping out once too often and we went back to the missionary position. by this time she was getting tired and i was nowhere close to coming. i could see droplets of sweat on her skin and found a slight sadistic pleasure in thinking i was making her work for her rate. she started asking me if i would take time in coming and i did not have the heart to tell her that i was nowhere close. she came over me again and we renewed the phat phat rhythm and it was clear that she was getting frustrated. i asked her to get off and took matters in my own hands. feeling the condom over my jhonny felt strange but my fist felt much more snug and comfortable to me than her. a few pumps and i was overflowing. she looked at me amazed and said mein ne eethna kiya lekin kuch nahi hua ab dekho (i tried so much but nothing happened and now look what happened). she then said something really profound: she said i will have difficulties after my marriage if i get too used to my fist. wow! such gyan (wisdom).
we wore our clothes again and being curious about the small mandir she had in her bedroom i questioned her about the obvious paradox. i was amazed to find out eventually that this female was quite a spiritual person with a deep rooted fear of god and the devil. our conversation led to her describing in great detail how terrified she was about ghosts and she told me about her experience with a malevolent sprit in the village she is from. she looked so vulnerable when she said that and but for the knowledge that she was a pro i was ready to just hug her and proclaim that no one is going to hurt you when i am around. i know it sounds foolish now but that is how i felt that time. knowing what i did about her all my strong feelings of lust just evaporated and i was feeling a little sheepish that i should end up with a spiritual person as my first pro. strange! what can i say? i feel the hand of god in everything!
we chatted a little more and both of us just dozed off and when i woke up it was around 4. 30 am i could have had another shot but she was sleeping and i did not want to disturb her. got myself fully dressed and very softly woke her up and requested her to close the door behind me. she sleep walked behind me and without a word locked the door behind me. poor girl must not have had any sleep for quite sometime. i returned home with my heart beating in a more conventional manner. during the drive back, i was feeling happy, sad, disappointed and low all at the same time. it really is a strange feeling! i was happy that i finally can claim i am no longer a virgin (actually my personal opinion is that doing it with a condom does not count). sad cause i had to pay for the sex. disappointed cause it was not what i thought it would be and low because the girl is actually not pro material and could have been easily an extraordinary woman.
as the events of the night settled in, i began to question the value for money. i know you probably think i would have grown a couple of horns during the night but hey! i am being frank here. it was entirely my fault that i did not take the second shot and perhaps the sob story was just what it was. just a sob story! and i fell lock, stock and barrel for it! i ran the events of the night in my head several times and that stupid voice started saying that it served me right to have lost being the bad, rotten person i was. try as i might, i could not silence that stupid voice and so i decided to do a very smart thing! i decided to do her again but at a more negotiated price! bright huh? anybody here heard of throwing good money after bad? this is the prime example of that!
so after a few days, i fixed up with her again and this time had no difficulty in finding the place or with my heart which was beating normally. over the phone i told her i had over paid and she so sweetly pointed out that she was there and i did not choose to do anything but consented in doing me for rs. 3000.
the following is best read as a rap song:
just like the last time handed over the money before the act.
just like the last time a little gfe
just like the last time straight to the act
just like the last time she could not make me come
just like the last time i had to take matters in my own hand and.
just like the last time i felt happy, sad, disappointed and low.
needless to say, just like the last time, my feeling were pretty much the same.
it so happened that after a few days i had the chance of meeting nrynn. we discussed the forum and the people here. i told him about the girl, gave him the contact number and the pics. i specifically told him about how i felt after the event particularly about the fact that i felt nothing. he told me two profound truths which i wish i had known before venturing down this path. firstly, he told me that the first time should never be paid sex! he told me about the way my mind thought before, during and after the event. it was amazing! the best part was he actually predicted my next course of conduct. experience is truly awesome and this guy was in a class of his own. i had to agree with a lot of observations that he made about women in this line. secondly, he told me that you are there to do something, focus on that, enjoy it while it lasts and scram. don't hang around identifying yourself with a pro. she does her job and its your enjoyment that comes first. i found both advices sound and in my context apt to the point. so i came back wiser for the experience and with a pseudo-bragging right that i was not a virgin anymore! but most of all i came back valuing the importance of love over sex and the role that emotion plays in making love. perhaps i was wrong! perhaps those books and poetry were right after all and on that note i end hoping to experiment further with the truth and write an autobiography called 'my experiments with another truth'. hope that would get me to be another father of the nation. tee hee.
girl: 10/10 (pretty but a little on the shorter side)
attitude: 10/10 (a little too chatty)
body: 10/10 (come on she was my first but she was smooth and firm)
damages: 8000 (night) + 3000 (shot discounted rate)
wir: no.
my thanks to nrynn, therealpilkey, anonymousboy, smartashi84 and another member who did not want to be named (you know who you are!).[/quote]