Model Swimmer

I know that all my terminology for these girls isn't ideal, and in many cases i actually know their names as they tell me, but I prefer to keep a degree of anonymity just because it feels better to do so.

This was the first of my June trip girls in 2007. Where to start. Seems so long ago now, but essentially she was an instant winner. I usually like to do a tour of the red light district first so I can warm up and not take just the first thing that I find, but as soon as I saw this girl I knew. mmmm, well, thats not exactly true. This was my second trip the the red light district, and I had decided that I was only going to go with girls who let me take photos of them so I could remember. On all my previous trips to the brothels in the US I had taken photos of most of the girls or at least downloaded their photos from the internet. But after returning from my first trip to the red light district without any photos of the girls I felt as though I had lost something as I couldn't really remember much about them at all.

So, I saw this girl and asked her right there how much and if it was ok to get a photo, but she was adament that it was not. I find that frustrating really because if they want you to remember them then surely a photo is the best way, and especially when you consider that loads of tourists are taking pictures it seemed frustrating that they should get memories and I, a paying customer should not, at least a photographic memory. But also, what gets me is that I be loads of these girls do porn films and web chats and where they are available to the entire world. The only reason that I can guess they dont want to allow photos is that it can identify them with a particular place. I understand now that alot of these girls rent rooms regularly and it could be damaging for a girls photo and location to be available on the internet. Either way, I do still occasionally ask, it actually means quite a bit to me, and as you can see, I dont put them on the internet.

Anyway, after leaving this girl I went around asking alot of girls and they all said no. Some actually said it was ok if it didn't have a head shot in it which I declined, but in retrospect I think I will accept in the future as anything is better than nothing really.

So, i went back to this girl. She was like a model that I really liked a few years ago that did alot of adds for high class cosmetics and fashion. She really was striking and perfect. She was both clearly mature and strong, yet very intelligent and capable. She had dark straight hair that was shortish, I dont quite remember, all I can recollect is that it was dark adn straight and styled in a way that was like a front parting that swept over her forhead cleanly over to behind her ears. She also has a bueaty spot near her lips. She was definatly very confident.

She was the first girl and I knew I would come quickly. As ever she sucked which I dont remember much about. I can remember looking at her hair, resumably when she was suck my cock and remarking on how great it was. Then we fucked, and she wanted me in from behind in doggy fashion presumably because it was hot and she didn't want to get all sweaty. I knew I would come quickly, but I dont have the heart to go slowly as it feels like i'm not trying. I remember her feeling very loose and I half imaged all the huge cocks she had accepted to have made her that way. Maybe it was my imagination, but it was as though my dick was slapping around inside a tube much larger than it was. And yes, before too long I came, and she said is that it? She made me laugh really because yes, that was it. But your a ho, not a girlfriend so dont act hurt, not that I said that. I was very much taken by my concious decision on this trip to gether as much info as I could. Its actually hard for me to make small talk as I think i'm pretty boring, I certainly dont think that they find the things I have to say interesting. But seeing as I had paid for 15 minutes I sort of hoped she would give me a bit more time, but it didn't look like it.

I racked my brains. I try to avoid talking about me which I do to much of. Thats rubbish as I already know all about me, I want to know about them. I racked my brains and asked her what her hobbies were. I'm not sure if she made this up, but she said swimming. I think she said a few more but all I remember was swimming which is why she is called model swimmer. Really, i'm not very imaginative, but if you say, what about that model swimmer, I would know exactly which ho you were talking about. I asked her a few more questions, but it was just that, and it felt like i was just asking questions. I was getting desperate really and if I had struggled much longer I would probably have asked her her name for the 10th time in a row, or it would have felt that way.

After that I sort of gave up drilling the girls for their hobbies. I still ask occasionally, but the resonces are usually quite predictable, eating, cinema, friends, fashion, shopping. They usually awnser in monosylables, never do I find a girl that says, hey, I really like this and then talks about it for 5 years. Conversing with ho's is a skill i'm not to good at really, but I do try.

So. this girl was in the area on the other side of the canals where the windows are very dense. As I have said, she was stunning, maybe a bit tall for me, say 5' 8" but her face was perfection. I actually wondered around for quite a while that day after as I didn't find anyone as good as her. I was sort of wondering if god was trying to get me to cut down on the number of ho's I saw. She was the first ho i saw that was perfect and then that was it. I went back a while later, as you do when your doing the circuits. Which alot of girls I feel a bit mean walking past them after having been with them, its like theres an obligation to see them again, but with this girl I didn't feel that way at all. I think this was because it was clear she was easily going to get more customers. I was stood near her window and there was a small crowd, maybe 2-3 punters and she sort of stepped out in her underwear, it was great and she was saying, 'who wants to fuck me', and then she would look at each one. I was the furtherest, but I was smiling and watching her like a show, she was so beautiful, and yet so powerful and confident stnding half out of her window, and the first few people scuttled off, but the guy stood in front of me said yes and went in with her. I was sort of happy for her really. That was the last I saw of her.

I kept going back to see if she was about but her room was empty. I looked in there everytime I passed that weekend and she was not there. It was a corner room and the room was back about 2 meters up some stairs. It was a narrow room but it felt quite spacious because the balcony overlooked the lower area. It was only 3-4 steps up. There was a bed along the wall which had a window that overlooked, presumably, the ally that led to a number of other windows down a side ally, the one with rubbery spongy flooring. As I kept looking into her window that day I noticed that the door at the back of the room was open. The door which was at the other end of the stair access from the main window was again up 2-3 more steps. On the far wall there was a mirror and in the mirror I could see the reflection of a man watching a CCTV. He was a middle aged guy that didn't strike me as the bouncer sort. I guess that he was monitoring the CCTV's in the area. Apparently there are alot of them. It got that I expected to see him there now and I wondered if he had been there when I went with the model swimmer?

So that was that. She was a remarkable person physically and I always look out for her but I have never seen her since, which is possibly just as well, but still, it goes back to how these windows are like little houses, and thats her house and shes never at home now, or shes moved out.

Its strange. I want so much to remember these times. Its like the Blonde song, 'a photograph, a small rememberance of something more solid'. If I had that photo I could see it all so much more clearly. Still, thats one of the reasons that I am writing this memoir so that I can envisage it all more clearly in my head. I struggle to remember from day to day. My regular nightmares tend to dominate my dailey thinking. Its hen that a photo on your mobile phone can let the joy flood back. Thats why I think I would accept just head shots now, because something is better than nothing. Still, I tend to look like a cunt in photos, and generally the girls dont look their best, but still.