Little Cute Pole - 3

I'm actually writing this all out of sequence as I have not written Little Cute Pole 1 or Little Cute Pole 2 up yet. Thats quite significant. Just to paraphrase the first two sessions. This girl is amazing. I visited her twice before on seperate visits, however, its important to note that I coudn't come with her because I had already come so many time already. this wasn't something I was concerned about from a manly front, but between visits I was determined to visit her first so I couls ensure I came inside her.

So, I was staying at a hotel. The hotel was an old dutch building off of a canal with rickety stairs and such with no views whatsoever out of the windows except a few bricks and bits of wall. I left my stuff at the hotel and decided to go to the supermarket near the main city square to do some shopping and one my way passed all the windows. It was early in the day and alot were empty. I was still rough from my flight. I wanted to go purchase some shampoo and stuff because they dont let you bring toiletries on the plane because htey might be bombs. On my way I went past the window where this girl is usually, its actually in the under cover area on the other side of the canal. the place was empty but as I turned the corner she was stood there like she was waiting to see me.

I was thrilled to see her, she is really cute with a perfect face, and she smiled. It was as though she knew I was coming and was waiting for me. I said, as I normally do, do you remember me? I'm not sure she did, but she said she did. Anyway, I said hi, I would be back I need to get some shower gel and have a shower and she said noooo, come in now, so I said, but i'm smelly. But she didn't mind and so I went in. I knew I would come really quickly because it was my first time.

She is really great, she has long blonde perfectly straight hair that she wears tied back, and she has a great tan. Shes really short and wears boots. She has a mirror on her ceiling so you can see her doing the business. Thats actually really interesting because you get to look at yourself. You can see her and yourself together which as a contrast is amazing really because shes so small. She doesn't look young, just small and petite. But she kneels down to suck your dick. And because of that she looks even smaller.

She took her time which was fortunate and would pause to look at me and pull a funny face. It was strange actually because shes pretty powerful in a phychological way and I was not sure what she meant. Its like when you stoned and someone pulls an enourmous grin, it catch you off guard, but still, it was great to see. She would toke on my dick, then look and do a half gri half gigle and then continue goggling. She did it all. They sort of lick the shaft which I always feel is more for effect than pleasure because with the condom on you cant feel much anyway, and tongue action is really hard to feel, but to see it its great. All this while I was staring at the ceiling and watching her, or watching the wall mirror or watching direct.

So we changed positions for the fuck. Again, she is soooo small. Usually it takes forever to fuck her as I can never come, but this was my first time. From habit I raised my body above hers as I know they dont like to get too sweaty, something I have done on both occasions. We fucked, and I couldn't help staring at her ear and neck area, she seemed so small and delicate, and of course she had her boots on which is pretty sexy. Theres somthing cosmic about watching the penetration. I'm always aware htat i might never see it ever again, but when your there its so real, and yet so unobtainable in the sense that theres nothing you can do to make it forever. I get filled with the sensation that there must be something I can do to take this moment home with me, something a little more permananet, but there isn't. And to be honest, ii cant remember coming. I do remember alot of eye contact. It was like she knew I thought of her whilst at home. Sometimes I wonder where there minds really are, whether they are hoping that they will be remembered forever, or if they dont care.

I often wonder what they'll do when they get old, and if they worry about that, and when they worry get a little desperate to hold onto that beauty that has brough you (me) here in the first place, because when thats gone they'll be more alone. Not that I imagine that a beautiful woman like that would ever be alone, but they wouldn't be in the RLD anymore, which is a heavan. Like soldiers no longer in the army, away from the weapons, the authority over life and death left with nothing but car cleaning or security gaurd positions in warehouses. These girls will oneday have to come down from the palace of sex and do mundane things in the real world. I wonder if they ever think like that and cherish each customer or look deeper into each one for more commitment to her memory?

Thats all gibberish really, but these thoughts come quickly, in instant flashes, and then go, writing them out seems a drag.

But I came. She is very talkative and we talked about her background, where she lived and such. She still wouldn't let me take a photo.

Her room was small, in the corner of the covered area. it has a bed along the far wall, a sink to the left and a cupboard just after that. There is barely room to stand really, a floor space of about 5 foot by 5 foot. As I have said the bed has a mirror above it and to the side of it. The cupboard actually has a padlock on it which she has a key for. I think there are several lockers there. I cant imagine anyone else in her room. Theres usually a stool in there which she prches a heater or a fan on depending on the weather. The room is typically lit. In fact it has flourescent lighting or the lighting that makes white really bright. Something I havn't mentioned yet. This is important because her teeth are REALLY white, its almost comical, especially because she has such a dark tan. We talked alot about her tan, and prices and how I was going to tan, but I still havn't yet. But go soon before new year I think. And her boots were really bright and her bikini set. I guess there were things about me that glowed, but I dont recall.

Cant remember everything as its all blurring with the other times, but she has a habit of asking what I was going to do next. Not a strange question, but it always struck me as strange because it was like I was in heavan, a place where everything is normal, I am there with a beautiful girl to talk to, but in reality I dont. What i was going to do next was spend the rest of my life alone as I always have done. I remember seeing a sad bloke in a cafe on his own. He looked pretty old and sad, but maybe only 50 years old, not much older than me. It made her question sink in. What am I going to do next? Sit on my own, a parasite on a social society? But it also had deeper conertations. It was like she was asking what she was going to do next? I have always considered this thought of actors, and what they do after the show. What will we be doing 'after' the show. Shes a Ho, so she has a life not entirley free of prejudice. It was like she was saying, you have come to fuck me for 50 euro but what is the real price? What is the price of your distraction from finding a real partner. Like she knew that she was a bright light drowning out the ugly lights. It was like she was saying, whats the real price? For her to be there to fuck me and others like me means that she has to be single? I dont know if she is, I think she said she was, that she lived alone, but if she did, did that mean there was a man with no girl because us punters demand pussy? She made me think of all these things on my way out to the supermarket. I think they are interesting thoughts, but they are not thoughts that concern me in any great way as I decided along time ago that I dont care about anything like that anymore. I'm like, well, if its a risk or a worry, after the show you can come take shelter with me if you want, but I think they are already well sorted, so thats that. As for being responsible for a single bloke, well, I have watched happy couples for years enjoying themselves and been alone. Again, I am very cold to that now. I'm hardly a womaniser taking more than my fair share.

I'd love to take her home. She looks just like a model. When I first saw her I thought, if she wasn't so short she could have been a model. In my mind I see her as a secret source of the Christien Dior power source. Like spiritually they sponsor her. She had the Christian Doir shopping bag, and she has the face. Whe I first saw her I said, you should be a model, and instantly I realised she was too short and I wondered it that 'cruel' twist of fate had been a burden that had driven her to being a Ho. I'm sure she doesn't care, but I wondered if in her darker hours she grumble that models have it so easy and she should have been a model if she wasn't so short.

So, she is an amazing person. and I managed to deposit my sperm inside her, in a condom of course, for the first time. And the moral really is that its better to fuck empty than loaded because both times before I fucked her for 15-20 minutes and got hot and sweaty and remembered it all, but this time I came in just a few minutes and dont remember that much. She is definatly one of the best. And in my head shes there now, a whole volume of memories of my own choosing.