Green Skirt Girl 4

Theres so much to say about this girl. This was the second day i'm sure of it. She was keen to see me, i'm certain, but at the same time I wondered if she was bored of me? I dont know. Whilst I was on top of her she said something, I cant remember exactly waht, it was something like, its great to do this again, but what I heard was that word, AGAIN, it rung around my head like she was saying, AGAIN your here, its the same thing, and its getting boring. I'm not certain. Its like she was hinting that I should see other girls for a broader experience. Its difficult as I did actually feel compelled to see her. You could call it an attraction, however i'm not certain it was an attraction but rather a condition of circumstance and the fact she was on drugs that made me feel that attraction, I dont know.

I'm pretty certain that on this ocasion I didn't come, and whilst I wasn't fussed I think it looked like I was sort of faking it. I was heaving away between her bones, as I tend to recall it and there was a point where I was really going for it, it was an all or nothing attempt to climax and I reached the top of the hill and nothing happened so I sort of, and it came to me naturally, made a relaxed sound like I had come, and for a moment I thought I could fool her and so made to withdraw and she said, hey, you havn't come, and really, i'm a hopeless lyer, I couldn't even fib my way out of it, I just said no, ah it doesn't matter. This is more relevent when you consider that the last time I saw her she performed a minor miracle which I put down to the drugs she was smoking and made me come right at the last momnent, whats that at about 4am after 14 girls in 2 days? Yeah, that was my first session in the red light district and it was heavy duty and after all that she made me come. But you'll have to read that account when its written for the detail. But I had come with her on the first day and so I felt satisfied that she had had some of my love.

More than that I cant really say. I'm confused about what sessions went were.

However, a few notes about this girl that I might as well add here. After this trip I actually had a dream about her. One of the main reasons I come to the Red Light District is so that I can dream about girls instead of all the terrible things that have happened to me. I came to the conclusion that most dreams are based on direct experience, either yours or another persons and that by seeing these girls I stood a chance to have a dream with them. However, I actually had a dream with this girl after this visit and whilst I saw her one more time i'll detail it here as theres not much written on this page. Essentially she was living in this strange place, it was like a flat above some shops. Her room was really full of stuff, I dont really know what sort of stuff but it reminded me of sowing stuff, stuff to sow and make clothes with, loads of it. Somewhere along the line she was crying and saying she wanted to live with me and saying that she has already forwarded all her belongings to my place in Manchester which was odd because I dont live in Manchester, I live a few hundred miles away. Still, it was a strong and clear dream. It was also quite long and inclolved. I cant remember now the details but I seem to remember we started off elsewhere and travelled back to her flat with all the junk and spend quite alot of time there faffing about. I say thins because it touched me. Obviously I wanted to help her. It was like what would I do if one of these hos wanted to live with me? I'd let her in. I have nothing. So for me it was a good dream because I longed to help her. I sort of think that shes the sort of person that can control and shape dreams with her mind and her drugs. I know I cant, but I sort of thought that she engineered that dream purposly so I could help her, this deep subconsious desire to love someone, to help them, and so she mad ethat dream so I would feel like that. And of course, it was a dream, it was very clear and very rich, and of course, I thought it was real. I always think dreams are real, and I believe that they are as significant as our objective reality. My only grudge is that I am not prepared to exchange my objective reality for dreams? Hence I want real girls and a real girlfriend, not pretend internet people for a reality which is what I think alot of modern society pushes for.