I just got back from a trip to Amsterdam with some friends. On the final night, some of the guys I was with said they wanted to check out the Red Light District again and get with a prostitute.
Before this trip, I had always seen prostitution as seedy and somewhat sad and immoral. The way prostitutes are presented with such nonchalance in Amsterdam peeled off much of the seediness for me, making it at least plausible to partake in, but I was still unsure if it was something I would do.
We started walking around looking at the windows and making a note of who we found the hottest. The thing that most surprised me is how insanely pretty these girls are. They're not your typical degraded slutty whores, but model-like, classy ladies. One of my friends found this crazy hot blonde and decided she was the one. Off he went, through the glass door, curtains closing behind him. My other friend found another blonde and went off with her shortly afterwards. I decided to stick around to hear their feedback.
After roughly 15 minutes, the first friend came out. He told me she was amazingly hot, great sex, blah blah and seemed so blazé about the whole thing. The second friend soon came back and said pretty much the same things. Next it was my turn to find a girl I really liked, so we went looking around again, my friends pointing out girls I might like. After a while I noticed this absurdly beautiful brunette and we locked eyes. Whereas other prostitutes would usually wave towards potential clientele and do a little dance, this one did nothing but stare at me with this ridiculous gaze. I said to myself fuck it and just went up to her door and opened it.
She told me her price, I nodded and went behind the curtain to find a little dim-lit room with a bed and a bedside cabinet with condoms and lube on it. She asked me where I was from and then told me she was from the Czech Republic. After paying her, I asked her her age and she said 24. She asked me to take off my clothes and lie on the bed. I complied and she put a condom on me and began sucking my dick. It felt strange having just seen this girl for the first time 3 minutes ago and she was now giving me head, but I tried not to think too much and just enjoyed it. I tried to finger her but she pushed my hand away and said "not the pussy, but the breast is okay. Also, no kissing". At that point I realised how cold and mechanical this whole thing was. There was zero bond, zero connection, zero warmth. It was all so clinical. I fucked her anyway and she began to make all these obviously forced moans which just reinforced how fake the whole thing was. After a while she told me the time was up so we stopped and I put my clothes back on, left the room and we didn't exhange a single word.
The sex was good, and she was monstrously good looking with a photoshop-perfect body, but I left feeling completely numb rather than satisfied or content. I found it weird how casual my friends were about their experience. They were really happy about fucking their model girls, and went into detail about what they did with them, whereas I didn't really feel like sharing anything because it didn't really feel like a real experience. The worst part was turning around and seeing her standing by her window again, waiting for the next customer.
This event has been on my mind ever since, and I felt like sharing it here and seeing what people thought about prostitution in general. I guess some guys have no trouble taking it for what it is? For me it was just far too cold and impersonal to take much from it.
Before this trip, I had always seen prostitution as seedy and somewhat sad and immoral. The way prostitutes are presented with such nonchalance in Amsterdam peeled off much of the seediness for me, making it at least plausible to partake in, but I was still unsure if it was something I would do.
We started walking around looking at the windows and making a note of who we found the hottest. The thing that most surprised me is how insanely pretty these girls are. They're not your typical degraded slutty whores, but model-like, classy ladies. One of my friends found this crazy hot blonde and decided she was the one. Off he went, through the glass door, curtains closing behind him. My other friend found another blonde and went off with her shortly afterwards. I decided to stick around to hear their feedback.
After roughly 15 minutes, the first friend came out. He told me she was amazingly hot, great sex, blah blah and seemed so blazé about the whole thing. The second friend soon came back and said pretty much the same things. Next it was my turn to find a girl I really liked, so we went looking around again, my friends pointing out girls I might like. After a while I noticed this absurdly beautiful brunette and we locked eyes. Whereas other prostitutes would usually wave towards potential clientele and do a little dance, this one did nothing but stare at me with this ridiculous gaze. I said to myself fuck it and just went up to her door and opened it.
She told me her price, I nodded and went behind the curtain to find a little dim-lit room with a bed and a bedside cabinet with condoms and lube on it. She asked me where I was from and then told me she was from the Czech Republic. After paying her, I asked her her age and she said 24. She asked me to take off my clothes and lie on the bed. I complied and she put a condom on me and began sucking my dick. It felt strange having just seen this girl for the first time 3 minutes ago and she was now giving me head, but I tried not to think too much and just enjoyed it. I tried to finger her but she pushed my hand away and said "not the pussy, but the breast is okay. Also, no kissing". At that point I realised how cold and mechanical this whole thing was. There was zero bond, zero connection, zero warmth. It was all so clinical. I fucked her anyway and she began to make all these obviously forced moans which just reinforced how fake the whole thing was. After a while she told me the time was up so we stopped and I put my clothes back on, left the room and we didn't exhange a single word.
The sex was good, and she was monstrously good looking with a photoshop-perfect body, but I left feeling completely numb rather than satisfied or content. I found it weird how casual my friends were about their experience. They were really happy about fucking their model girls, and went into detail about what they did with them, whereas I didn't really feel like sharing anything because it didn't really feel like a real experience. The worst part was turning around and seeing her standing by her window again, waiting for the next customer.
This event has been on my mind ever since, and I felt like sharing it here and seeing what people thought about prostitution in general. I guess some guys have no trouble taking it for what it is? For me it was just far too cold and impersonal to take much from it.
