Girl Of My Dreams 2

So, I had been wondering around with little success really, other than the fact that this girl had taken my telephone number and had agreed to call me. That had been playing on my mind. I felt that of course, if we were to hook up soon then at least I should visit her again. Of course I was also wondering if it could have been a rouse to get me to visit her again. Either way it would only be another 50 euro and she was super hot.

One thing that I think had gotten to me from the first experience with Girl Of My Dreams is that she had stayed dressed throughout our session. Not that i'm truly fussed but something always nags me about that, I guess maybe its a kind of greed and I feel that I have to put my dick inside the girl for it to truly count. I was totally thankful on the first meeting because I dont think i could have come otherwise but on this day I had only come twice all day. I had watched her from the bar for a while and seen her chatting with her pals. They looked like they were having a party, sitting together on the bed and smoking. I wanted to wait really until the last moment as I was going to go back to the hotel after and call it a day. Eventually I went to see her.

Its strange really because I had not seen anyone go with her. I had seen quite a few people chatting to her, which was strange. Made me feel humbled really as alot of them didn't look too savoury, and of course, that was and is the harsh reality of prostitution, they fuck anyone.

So I went to her, it was getting quite late, well after midnight, about 2 or 3am. And she said that I was her first customer of that day. It was both believable and unbelievable. There was and is something strange about her because she is really cute and yet she doesn't seem to be as busy as alot of the girls can be.

I went in to see her and in the back of my mind I was aware that she said she would call me in Englans. This was strange as I didn't want to push it but obviously it would have been a slight miracle for me. Anyway, she started off with the blow job and as I started to feel aroused I suggested we fuck. It was a strange move on my behalf because of course that was the general nature of affairs in the red light district, but at the same time I was aware that the last time she had remained dressed and it was like I was maybe forcing her. Either way, she was very amenable. And her body was amazing. I'm not sure how much of my recolection stems from our more recent episode but assuming this was how it was at this time I shall describe the experience. Essentially she has the perfect body. She is young and student like, but old enough to be comfortable with at a personal level and well, I dont know exactly, but intelligent? Can that come across by looking at her naked body. I see alot of naked girls bodies now but this was like gold. She had just enough flesh on the bone, she wasn't fat, and I do like young girls, but they are not the only delicacy, and what they lack is substance. She is quite short really, as most ho's are, and so she was perfect for me really. I remember her breasts which must have been natural, they lolled about, jelly like, it was strange, but it was so enticing, she was so succulent and fresh. They were just average sized really, not too small, but no more than a handful, but the way they lolled about was incredible. I remember alot about her, her face, her hair. I remember her hair in particular from the 3rd session, but I think I remember it from this one, but I definatly remember looking at my dick sliding in and out of her pussy. And she had a succulent and moist pussy, its unreal really. I think of all things its strange that such power can be accredited to a particular girl, like her pussy was so much better. After all, how can a pussy be better, its not like a dick that can be longer and thicker, or breasts that can be bigger and fuller, but something about her radiated a pleasure that I wanted to drink up.

I dont know what they think when a man is fucking them but I remember looking at by dick inside her and looking at her and her looking at me and whilst I can remember, I think the feeling was that to me it was importatnant to see that but to her she was like, thats ok. She was very generous. Even now I can see her naked body body spread open accepting my manhood. The mind races so quickly, but you get all these fleeting glimpses of forever, the actual fact, the reality that her I was with this girl that in the real world I would only ever be able to glance at across the street, that would be the sort of person that would always have friends around her and be at a higher social level than me, and yet here she was, one to one, on 'equal eterms', at least it felt natural, good and right.

It was a while ago and i cant remember everything, but the rom was one of three opposite from a main pub, the room was back from the eindow, but when the curtain wasn't drawn you could actually see it from the street, and even the pub as I had seen her chatting with her pals on that very same bed which we had fucked. The room was down a couple of steps if my memory serves me. Also it was probably the most barren room I had ever been in. It was just big enough for a single bed with wlking space to the side. There was a ceramic ledge to the wall side of the bed as there are in many rooms which was were the condoms are generally placed. The lighting was stark white, but still, I liked the room. Rooms to me are always like real rooms, its like they are homes. You think of them as the girls homes, they could have been. In any city when I stare at a lit window in the distance I often imagine a girl there combing her hair, her room. And I wonder. But I dont have two many memories of those worlds, but here in the Red Light District there are hundreds of these places, these homes. Its like you are going to call on a friends and see if they are about.

But just another note. I think something that describes this girl well is my image of the sort of girl that Leonard Cohen would sing about. I really like Leaonard Cohen, and years ago I was really into his music. In alot of his songs there are girls singing and humming and the imagry he portrays reminds me of this girls, it reminds me of spirits, cognac, hot summer nights, sweaty rooms, beauty, and the heightened glory of love at its finest, and sex, this is what this girl reminds me of. She smells of that.

And all along of course she had my number. It was like there was a dream that could come true.

When I got back to England I kept hoping she would call, one week, two weeks, three weeks, but she never did. I wasn't really fussed, i'm glad she did that because it made me realise the potential. I could have had a friend, even if I had to pay her once a month, I would have had someone to call on, to maybe relax with. It awakened a hope in me that I had pretty much forgotten about. In England its like they are trying to cement over me, to leave me for dead. Its hard to describe, its like conventioanl society says i'm too old, but here was a girl that had and has the power to save me. On the next trip which you can read about here, I saw her again. I didn't mention the telephone number. I didn't want to presure her, not that I was hoping for 'love' or anything, but I wanted her to know that she was ok to play these mind games with me. Its like i have few senses remaining from a cruel life, and anything these girls do is awakening my from a death. Reminds me of a song that says 'tell me lies sweet little lies', and im at that stage in my life where I want that, anything. I think she knows what shes doing. I dont understand it at all really, its not that I can say I understand, but it makes sense to some extent, how she can know and how she can happily give me hope that never materialises, and not say anything when we next meet.

So thats that. But this girl is something else, and whilst its unfair to say one girl is totally better than another, I think she is the most perfect 'type' because she fits in so eaily to the panacea of perfection that Leonard Cohen has sung about that I grew up with. I started listening to Leonard Cohen when I was 14 years old. And the imagry of Suzanne, Marianne and the Sisters Of Mercy has always been so potent and clear. Of course when I was young I dreamt and believed that I would meet these girls. When I was nearer 30 I started to realise that true was never going to happen to me. Now I can see that forces are working against that ever happening for me, but here is that girl. I guess you could say that all these girls are sisters of mercy, waiting for us when we thought we just cant go on. binding you with love and light thats as graceful as something or other. You know.