Amsterdam Red Light District

This was one of the best, or rather, she was one of the best. I saw here a few times in one of the windows opposite what I think is called sexyland. She had a big crowd and that area always seemed to be closed, ie, the girls were busy. It was really cold and I was totally knackered in general. I had been in the Red Light District for days. I havn't written the other days up as of yet, and I dont think I had had sex the whole day or the day before. I was tired and very cold. Its worth mentioning the weather. It was bitterly cold. Its been along time since i've ever been that cold. The wind drove straight through my jacket and froze every bone in my body. It was really a case of leave the hotel and walk around for 30 minutes and get back into the warmths of the hotel.

Oh yeah, I had actually started drinking, not alot, but usually I drink Red Bull, and I discovered that beer was cheaper. I think I had given up looking for girls because I was so tired, but I strarted to feel pretty good and was standing about with a huge crowd watching these girls.

She was amazing really, but my first impression was that she was on cocaine, which I might be right about. She was in her window in underwear sort of dancing to a portable video player that she had. I think she was watching movies although they could have been music videos. Either way, she looked like a little raver, but she looked really cute, and was pretty short. The girl next to her was hot too, and it was a hard choice between them. The other girl had enourmous breasts but looked really smart, intelligent. Anyway, She was the one I was thinking about, it was so hard to choose. I can remember now the exact order of play, but they both got customers and I wandered off. I wasn't planning of seeing any more girls but when I got to the bridge I decided to try the raver girl, or fast girl so I think I went for a drink and then went back. There was a huge crowd again and it was pretty tough getting to the front, but I managed to get to the front and did a bit of bargaining and went in.

She was clearly mature, but still very young looking, in her frame. She shone like an angel, maybe the drugs, but she was great. She was in a longish sort of room, i'll describe it later maybe, and we went to the end where the bed was. I was frozen, I asked if she minded. I was like an ice block, but ironically enough she appeared to have a chiller fan on. I thought there was cold draught coming from somewhere but looked and noticed it was a fan of some description. She said blow job and two postions for 50 euro which amazed me. I had had a run of girls trying to get more money out of me and so this girl was a life saver.

She was short and very slender/slim. Her hair was in plaits and she spoke really fast. She started sucking my dick which was great. I cant remember it exactly, but I remember clearly the first position, she got on top and bounced up and down on my dick. It was an odd position because she had her leg at an odd angle. Both the blow job and the first position went really quickly but it didn't feel rushed, it was like time was hyper accelerated. The I fucked her from behind. It was truly amazing. I remember thinking how narrow her frame was, it was like my hands could encompass her entire rear end, one buttock in each palm. In fact I remember remarking that she was so small that from where I was my could could well have been up her ass. It wasn't, but the distance from her spine end, the small of her back, to where my penis would have been whilst it was inside of her was must have been so small that it gave the impression that her entire torso was only just large enough to accomodate my dick. Anyway. its hard to describe, but she was small.

Also, she was oldish, or at least mature. You can tell by the more 'leathery' type of skin. Really, I dont think its rude, it didn't look bad, but I think the older girls have a skin tone thats more noticably saggy and stretched than the younger girls. It didn't bother me, but I noticed all this. It happened so quickly, and she was talking saying stuff like, yeah, baby, come inside me, come now, and i'm trying my best to come and I came too. I had to work at it but I still came. It was great. For some reason theres always a sense of satisfaction when you come. Even now it seems like a dream, an event that could never really have happened. Its been two months since i've even really talked to a girl or anyone really, and yet at that moment in time I had my dick inside a beautful girl and heaved a load of lifeforce into her pussy. Yeah, i wish I could capture that moment forever. She kept her hand on my sheft, shich I didn'r mind. I dont know why, weather it was because I was too big or she wanted to make sure the condom was on properly.

Anyway, after I was stood up and she gave me a cloth and I was trying to pull the condom off but it was stuck. Maybe I didn't cum that much, and as I pulled it my dick stretched and it was really long and the condom was like 4 inches stretched, and for some reason I laughed and said look at this, it was really funny, and she looked, and at that moment with a twang it snapped off, and because she was stood in front of me I think it and whatever was inside splattered over her stomach. She was mad!!!! LOOK!!! Waht do I have to do now? She was crazy, she was like a little fireball. I said, i'm so sorry, and after being mad for a few moments longer she suddenly calmed down, and said it was ok, and she said I dont have to be sorry, its ok. What was weird was how quickly her mood changed, she really seemed ok about it and her rage was a distant memory. You have to remember, things were happening really quickly. I think I was putting on some detol and she started to say that detol was not good because it would make my girlfriend smell the detol smell when she gave me a blow job. Two things really. For a moment I had that feeling that I never have, and that was a real comfort with this girl like she was my girl friend, and I was starting at her agreeing with everything she was saying and said, thats great, but really I was looking at her, and she was glowing like an angel, and thats what I was saying was great, her, the way she came across, and for a moment she looked at me and stopped saying detol was bad and said yes it was great, and it was like she had caught my wavelength, and I could see a wave of incredible intelligence sweep across her face and it was like we were kindred spirits, and the essence of the moment was agreed. The issue of the detol was suddenly irrelevent, it was like she had noticed and realised that someone had seen her soul and was complimenting it, and she was being humbled by that compliment.

We talked for a bit. She was fast, it all happened really quickly. She said she was dutch and said she could proove it by speaking Dutch really quickly, which is something none dutch people can do. I started to dress and she said, dont feel rushed, take your time. It was a strange thing to say because I didn't feel rushed at all even though I knew it had gone quickly. It was like she was at my wavelength or rather my calibre. Not that the pace slowed any. I got dressed pretty quickly and was on my way into the cold night air. At the door I motioned to give her a hug as I normally do and she was quite offish about it really, which was odd because we were both laughing quite loudly. When I got out I thought of it from the audiences perspective and figured that she didn't want them seeing us as being so familiar, but at the same time I realised that as we were approaching and opening the door all the people out side must have heard us laughing, and I figured it would have appeared as though we were friends. I dont take the fact that she sort of only just accomodated my last hug because I figure that there was a reason for it that was not really anything to do with me personally. I went off into the very cold night.

I did actually go and have a beer or two more. The beer in the red light district is really weak but I think it was having a small effect and I sort of felt drunk. I wasn't really sure, but I figured that I at least smelt of beer. After a few beers, and at about 2am I decided to see if the other girl was there. I was unsure because I felt drunk and I didn't want to offend her with me being a drunk. I figured that I would give it a go. The area was pretty empty and as I turned the corner it was like I just caught a glimpse of her curtain closing, and i sort of figured that she knew I was coming and was maybe a bit drunk and had premptivly shut the curtain. I took that as a warning that she didn't want a drunk and went back to the hotel.

I think I had been drinking all day. I had been to the Whore Shop and brought about 120 euros worth of books and because I was tired and it was early I went to a cafe at about 12 noon and read the book with a beer and some food. Basically I spent nearly the whole day reading and drinking, not alot but enough. I was ok for the fast girl, but at the end it wasn't so much that I was drunk, but I felt really crap, I felt like I had been drinking all day, I was cold, i needed a shower and a shave and everything, so it was like god had told her to close her curtain, but it was also like she had closed it in disgust. I dont actually drink when I go whoring, but because it was new years and it was a long holiday and I had these books and the idea of having sex at all that day was almost unbearable I decided to spend the day drinking and reading. It wasn't until 10-11pm that I felt the urge to look for girls again.

In case your interested, the web site for the whore book shop is www.dewallenwinkel.nl which is just around the corner from where I met Fast Girl, near the church abd Sexyland..