AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to thank meathead96 for a quick and fantastic job on the edit. This will be the first of many adventures for Harvey, and I do hope to hear from you allβwhether it is comments or critique. Thanks and enjoy!
NOT FROM THE BEGINNING.
I should start at the beginning. But that would be too much of a bore. I mean I lost my virginity at 21. Not that it was a bad experience; it's just that I should have started sooner. I mean, I had been missing out on a lot of fun. So I'm not going to start with the boring bits, I'll start with the exciting--juicy--bits. This journal will be comprised of my sexual adventures. Eventually, I would like to have written down enough material so that I can submit this stuff for publication.
I am not an established writer; I've just been given an opportunity to get some things out there. But being the lazy bum I am, I can't get myself to write any stuff down. My editor, God bless her, told me to set up a blog to at least help me write so that eventually I can write down some material for the sake of publication.
So here goes nothing.
I am sitting in a lovely hotel room, in one of the magnificent capitals of the world, London. I have with me the lovely Arisa--not her real name--who has proceeded to suck my cock just enough to the point where you could check my pulse by just watching my member throb. Yes, she's that good. Or maybe I'm that horny.
Arisa is a lovely Estonian girl who just turned twenty two. She came to England about a year ago to study and after completing one semester or so, she's decided to take a break and earn some extra cash on the side--to which I have generously contributed over the past few weeks. At just under five feet and six inches, her frame is womanly and her body the epitome of femininity.
Her 34D cup breasts are tipped with pink rose buds of nipples and her delicious cunt is hidden away amongst the smooth folds of her sex. At my request she's grown her auburn hair past her shoulders where they meet between her shoulder blades. As a child she says she used to be a gymnast. And by golly does it show. I like a girl that can keep up and be creative at the same time in bed.
"Harvey," there's that mischief in her brown eyes when she calls me that. "You're absolutely throbbing and looking very funny typing away at that computer." She throws a pillow at my head. The thing I like about Arisa is that she loves sex as much as I do. Almost if not more, but then again I've always thought that women appreciated and enjoyed sex more than men did. I've found that if harnessed right, the female sex drive can really be something.
"Just a minute, I'm going to finish off this post and we can have sex."
"Your face can have sex." I love her silly comments. Then she lies on her belly, head and shoulders hunched up and watches the TV. From this angle, I can see the small curve of her back where her ass starts and can just make out the two small dimples there. Her well manicured feet dangle away as she changes channels.
Through my travels I meet many women of her profession. There's always a big ruckus about men and prostitutes. Well let me just say, for as long as men will be men they will need sex--one way or another. That's a very broad and dangerous way to put it, but it's true. Those of us with little patience find their way. Some use money, other pathetic and weak bastards use force.
I am impatient, but I use the money factor. Every now and again, I'll get lucky and get sex otherwise but there's something about going to a prostitute, call girl, hooker, et al, for sex. The moment you make the call, you are aroused. You know you'll be having sex and it'll be good. It's the same with finding friends with benefits. You know its going to be a fucking good time.
Anyways, so it was with that impatience that in a rather cold month of December of 2000, I decided to visit a call girl and be done with my virginity. I'll get back to that later. I was in this very city--London--and strangely, in this very hotel. I had turned 21 the month before but didn't have the time to celebrate. Instead of buying a silly present, of which I would not have much use for later, I decided to get a much more personal present. I looked online and researched for a day or two. I made sure to find an agency of repute, which had a girl that was decent enough for first timers. I kept my hopes low and dialed the number.
I remember Mark's voice when he greeted me and asked what I was looking for this evening. I told him I'd like to spend some time with Sasha.
"I'm afraid she's unavailable mate." Drat! "But could I recommend Lily?"