Amsterdam Red Light District - A World Of Whores

Essentially I had planned a 2 night trip to the Red Light District and had stayed in the Crown Hotel. I was rally nervous because I thought I might not be able to score with a bunch of hookers or that something would go wrong. It was incredible. Because I had stayed at the hotel I had access to a shower. Anyway, I was pretty messy and decided to wonder out to get some shower gel and washing stuff because you cant bring that stuff from England. I actually wondered right down the main canal route where all the prostitutes are but because it was early Saturday I didn't notice too many both because it was early and because I didn't really know what I was looking for.

I remember the first girl I was, she looked like a total stunner with huge tits and wearing a tight bikini. It was about mid day and the sun was out. It was a nice day although not totally hot. Spring.

So I wondered a long way to a shop where I found toiletries. It was nerve racking because the 'supermarket' that the guy in the hotel descibed wasn't there, or at least I couldn't find it, so I wondered around for a long time. In the end I brought stuff from a tiny newspaper shop.

Anyway, I wondered back, had a shower and went out to the area I had found earlier. I was a bag of nerves. Also, I was so determined to get laid, as it never happens in England, and I wnated to make sure the trip was not a failure that if I failed to hook up with a hooker i would use an escort with one of the call out services. The hotel said they did not allow girls in there so i felt like everything was really going wrong. The agency that I had spoken to by e-mail in England were not awnsering the phone and they called the hotel while i was out. Anyway. I wondered to one of those tiny snack bars where they actually had a phone. Phones are hard to find in Amsterdam, as are shower gels. I had a dry sandwich and a crappy drink and there were irritating people in the sandwich shop and i was going half insane, it was crazy.

Anyway, as I came out of the sdandwich shop i remember turning a left at some point and seeing a girl that looked ok, I asked her how much and went in.

She was ok, but she didn't speak much Englisg, if any. She certainly didn't understand that i wanted to take a photograph. So i didn't, long story, but what the hell. In fact it was almost my inflection she was hearing, not my words. Is it ok to take a photo of us? in a nice positive voice, and she nodded, but if I said the same thing with an undertone of warning, like I felt she really had to be certain, she shook her head, same words, different tones, different responces. Anyway, I didn't really care and didn't want to create too much out of it.

So, she sucked my dick and we fucked for 50Euros. She was kind of petite. I remember the room well, to some extent. The bed was across from the door. I can never remember place names but it was near the club with the elephant down near the two pubs, thrre are 4 windows and the rooms are a way back from the windows.

I cant remember much about the experience, what she was wearing? not alot... hair, or anything, just that she was young, didn't speak english and had a bit of a wonky nose.

I cant really remember much about after either, except that I think i felt great, or is that me imagining that I felt great? ..