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Craziest Experiences
- Thread starter Adventuring2021
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Wild and crazy...
Had a v. cheap ute place that made it feasible to do a double. But my regular didn't like any of the girls at the shop so it was a hard no for a while.
At some point her sister comes to work at the same location. My girl said she would do a double with her sister. V. hot and they didn't even bother with a condom swap. Finished in under 20 minutes for $160.
Had a v. cheap ute place that made it feasible to do a double. But my regular didn't like any of the girls at the shop so it was a hard no for a while.
At some point her sister comes to work at the same location. My girl said she would do a double with her sister. V. hot and they didn't even bother with a condom swap. Finished in under 20 minutes for $160.
Was visiting a semi-regular of mine on a Friday evening after work. Must have been a slower shift because after we finished up she gave me a really extended neck and head massage that took us way over the hour mark but she was just vibing and I was relaxed and in no rush. Then I returned the favor and gave her a massage too and we're easily at the 90 minute mark. I think I was just getting uncomfortable taking her time as I'm usually pretty business oriented and I started to get my shit together to leave, but she asked me what I was doing (about 8pm on a Friday) and I had no plans
(keep in mind this woman speaks basically zero English and this was all through Google translate)
She asked me if I liked music and basically said she has no real friends or social life locally and she just seemed really lonely
Took her to the Blue Note for some jazz and dinner, and then hit up a karaoke spot and she was just totally sweet and lovely and nice to be around the whole evening. We couldn't really communicate but she just wanted to hang and snuggle and be around people
I was going to put her in an Uber home but she basically invited herself to my spot for a movie and she stayed over until Sunday morning when she started her next shift. Just stayed in and cooked together and fucked a bunch and hung out on my terrace without talking all day
We do this every few weeks now and it's just really nice and peaceful
(keep in mind this woman speaks basically zero English and this was all through Google translate)
She asked me if I liked music and basically said she has no real friends or social life locally and she just seemed really lonely
Took her to the Blue Note for some jazz and dinner, and then hit up a karaoke spot and she was just totally sweet and lovely and nice to be around the whole evening. We couldn't really communicate but she just wanted to hang and snuggle and be around people
I was going to put her in an Uber home but she basically invited herself to my spot for a movie and she stayed over until Sunday morning when she started her next shift. Just stayed in and cooked together and fucked a bunch and hung out on my terrace without talking all day
We do this every few weeks now and it's just really nice and peaceful
Here’s a weird story that happened to me, it’s about a call girl... I think. This is a long story, so I’ll probably lose most of you along the way. But I’m still kind of blown away by what happened, over 25 years ago. This is the first time I’ve written it down.
I was living in the East Village in a cheap studio walk-up, top floor. Tiny, actually, but it had nice views and an awesome skylight.
I did a lot of drugs back then, and was feeling lousy and hungover one night. The sky had opened up like a monsoon, which fit my mood, so I put on a raincoat and rubbers, went for a walk.
I was on my way home through Thompkins Sq Park when I see a young woman just standing there and staring at some statue, she’s soaking wet, and I say in passing, How’s it going?
I don’t exactly expect a response, so I’m walking on when I hear, ‘I’ve been better’.
I come up beside her and we chat. I’m kind of incredulous because she’s talking to me, a total stranger, and she’s actually gorgeous: tall and slim, beautiful dark eyebrows and large brown eyes, a full sensuous mouth, perfect porcelain skin. But soaked through like a wet cat in the rain.
She’s not real talkative but I gather she’s some kind of photographer. She gave up a stint in another country to marry some dude... from her silence I’m guessing that he ditched her.
This is all totally surreal, so I decide to go for it, and ask her if she’d like to come up to my place which is around the corner, to get dry.
Long story not quite as long, when we tramped up to my 6th floor palace I start up a fire in the small wood stove next to the kitchen table - no landlord would allow that nowadays - and ask her if she’d like to dry her clothes.
Without saying a word, she starts taking her stuff off and hanging it around the room, on chairs, whatever. She strips down to... nothing. I’m in awe - her body is slim and perfectly toned, her skin smooth and shining, her breasts small and perky, she’s sporting a dark trimmed little bush.
We spend the next few hours in each other’s arms. It was incredible. No talking, just physical, almost psychic connection. My reality was confused, like entwined with a dream, and I’m happier than I’ve been in months, maybe years, and we both drift off to sleep in my small bed. I awake a few times with her next to me, sometimes her arm is around me, her breathing on my shoulder. I can see the sky has cleared now through the skylight, the moonlight shows her shape under the sheets. She’s got some perfume on that’s not strong, but noticeable, that I’ve never smelled before. I fall asleep surrounded by the scent.
Sometime in the early morning I wake up - is it dawn? The girl is dressed, leaning over me, her lips touching mine.
‘My love, I gotta go. Do you have a few Benjamins for me?’
I’m awake now, groggy and confused. Wait, she’s a whore? Huh? Fuck!
I reach for my pants, feeling completely disillusioned and angry because I thought the connection had been real. I stuff all the cash I have into her hand and tell her to close the door quietly on the way out.
I try to get back to sleep, but in 2 minutes I’m wide awake - I already want to see her again, but I didn’t even get her name! That weird perfume is still on the sheets and pillow.
I throw on my pants, a shirt, flip flops and take the six flights in a dash. I’m sure I’ll catch her at the end of the block.
I never saw her again.
I searched far and wide, never missed a rainy walk through the park. I scanned Craigslist ads, took out my own ads under Missed Connections, I described her to locals at neighborhood bars. I even called some photo agencies, news organizations, making excuses for why I was trying to find her...
It took me at least a year to forgive myself for letting this angel leave my life, prostitute or destitute, whatever she was, never found a trace of any information about her.
If you’re still reading, here’s where it gets really surreal. Cut to 10 years later. I’m hanging out with an artist friend one night. He’d done a lot of traveling over the years, including in war zones. We were doing the whiskey and cigar thing, and I asked him what the most prized possession from his travels was.
He thought about it, then rummaged around in an old chest (which was also his coffee table. I don’t know why I remembered that.)
He pulled out a khafiya, an Arab headscarf for women decorated with stitched birds and animals.
What is it? I asked. As I handled it, I was suddenly struck dumb. Was it my imagination? I thought I recognized that scent, like a hint of a perfume in the fabric.
Is something wrong? he asked. It belonged to a friend, someone he met in Baghdad, an American photographer.
He said ‘I never learned much about her, she was very private.’
Do you know where she is now?, I asked.
‘Sorry. She died in a car bombing in 2007 during the civil war when the Sunnis and Shias were killing each other. I always wished I could have gotten to know her better. No one knew who she was. Something about her... I’ve never forgotten that girl.’
Even now, writing about it, I really don’t know what to think about it all. Like I said, I did a lot of drugs back then. Did I hallucinate some of that stuff? Was I making connections that weren’t really there?
I guess I’ll take those questions to my grave.
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. Feels good to write it all down.
I was living in the East Village in a cheap studio walk-up, top floor. Tiny, actually, but it had nice views and an awesome skylight.
I did a lot of drugs back then, and was feeling lousy and hungover one night. The sky had opened up like a monsoon, which fit my mood, so I put on a raincoat and rubbers, went for a walk.
I was on my way home through Thompkins Sq Park when I see a young woman just standing there and staring at some statue, she’s soaking wet, and I say in passing, How’s it going?
I don’t exactly expect a response, so I’m walking on when I hear, ‘I’ve been better’.
I come up beside her and we chat. I’m kind of incredulous because she’s talking to me, a total stranger, and she’s actually gorgeous: tall and slim, beautiful dark eyebrows and large brown eyes, a full sensuous mouth, perfect porcelain skin. But soaked through like a wet cat in the rain.
She’s not real talkative but I gather she’s some kind of photographer. She gave up a stint in another country to marry some dude... from her silence I’m guessing that he ditched her.
This is all totally surreal, so I decide to go for it, and ask her if she’d like to come up to my place which is around the corner, to get dry.
Long story not quite as long, when we tramped up to my 6th floor palace I start up a fire in the small wood stove next to the kitchen table - no landlord would allow that nowadays - and ask her if she’d like to dry her clothes.
Without saying a word, she starts taking her stuff off and hanging it around the room, on chairs, whatever. She strips down to... nothing. I’m in awe - her body is slim and perfectly toned, her skin smooth and shining, her breasts small and perky, she’s sporting a dark trimmed little bush.
We spend the next few hours in each other’s arms. It was incredible. No talking, just physical, almost psychic connection. My reality was confused, like entwined with a dream, and I’m happier than I’ve been in months, maybe years, and we both drift off to sleep in my small bed. I awake a few times with her next to me, sometimes her arm is around me, her breathing on my shoulder. I can see the sky has cleared now through the skylight, the moonlight shows her shape under the sheets. She’s got some perfume on that’s not strong, but noticeable, that I’ve never smelled before. I fall asleep surrounded by the scent.
Sometime in the early morning I wake up - is it dawn? The girl is dressed, leaning over me, her lips touching mine.
‘My love, I gotta go. Do you have a few Benjamins for me?’
I’m awake now, groggy and confused. Wait, she’s a whore? Huh? Fuck!
I reach for my pants, feeling completely disillusioned and angry because I thought the connection had been real. I stuff all the cash I have into her hand and tell her to close the door quietly on the way out.
I try to get back to sleep, but in 2 minutes I’m wide awake - I already want to see her again, but I didn’t even get her name! That weird perfume is still on the sheets and pillow.
I throw on my pants, a shirt, flip flops and take the six flights in a dash. I’m sure I’ll catch her at the end of the block.
I never saw her again.
I searched far and wide, never missed a rainy walk through the park. I scanned Craigslist ads, took out my own ads under Missed Connections, I described her to locals at neighborhood bars. I even called some photo agencies, news organizations, making excuses for why I was trying to find her...
It took me at least a year to forgive myself for letting this angel leave my life, prostitute or destitute, whatever she was, never found a trace of any information about her.
If you’re still reading, here’s where it gets really surreal. Cut to 10 years later. I’m hanging out with an artist friend one night. He’d done a lot of traveling over the years, including in war zones. We were doing the whiskey and cigar thing, and I asked him what the most prized possession from his travels was.
He thought about it, then rummaged around in an old chest (which was also his coffee table. I don’t know why I remembered that.)
He pulled out a khafiya, an Arab headscarf for women decorated with stitched birds and animals.
What is it? I asked. As I handled it, I was suddenly struck dumb. Was it my imagination? I thought I recognized that scent, like a hint of a perfume in the fabric.
Is something wrong? he asked. It belonged to a friend, someone he met in Baghdad, an American photographer.
He said ‘I never learned much about her, she was very private.’
Do you know where she is now?, I asked.
‘Sorry. She died in a car bombing in 2007 during the civil war when the Sunnis and Shias were killing each other. I always wished I could have gotten to know her better. No one knew who she was. Something about her... I’ve never forgotten that girl.’
Even now, writing about it, I really don’t know what to think about it all. Like I said, I did a lot of drugs back then. Did I hallucinate some of that stuff? Was I making connections that weren’t really there?
I guess I’ll take those questions to my grave.
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. Feels good to write it all down.
thats a hell of a story. if its real lol. my version is way less intimate. met a girl crying on the sidewalk she looked about 20-22. long story short i paid for an uber for her cus she didnt have money. got her number. she looked like the small white hair chick from the witcher. kept in contact with her. nice white girl with a tight body. fucked her two times. she moved back to washington. still looking for another experience like this lol. your story sounds ideal. dunno if tis possible in todays day and age when she could have just called an uber or DMed a friend to get her
Here’s one I’ve been wanting to tell for some time.
It’s true and titled: Right place, Right time, with a side of “Poor Bastard”-
Just before Covid, tried this Indy. She was so good, so different I saw her about 6 times in 8-9 weeks cause I could tell she wasn’t a long timer in the area.
Beautiful rare Viet girl, mid thirties, 5”2’ dark, toned body with a pretty face, long hair, nice ass and beautifully proportioned B cans. Sexy as f**k, she just had it.
So as COVID’s ramping up I know this girl is gonna disappear so I get an appointment.
Get to the room, chill for a few and chat and she tells me she doing something she never does. Going out with a well to doer client. Dinner, gifts, casino, overnight, everything. He sold it to her as “Christmas in March”
She says she needs to get a shower and get ready. She lies on her back on the floor and tries to take the sexy, tight athletic pants off. I literally helped her peel those fuckers off. She then says, take off your clothes. I’m a little confused and hesitate. I am freshly showered, shaved and smell good. Thought she was going for a quick shower. She says let’s go. I happily take my stuff off and she leads me to the shower. We hop in, soap up and I’m exploring and grinding trying to get things started and she’s actually kind of ignoring me, intent on thoroughly washing herself and shaving everything as I’m kind of a spectator
But then, when she was satisfactorily finished, she turned toward me, gave me a quick peck and fucking starts shaving me you know where. Said something to the effect of, I hate pubes in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it!
After she’s done along with a little washing we start the real stuff in the shower and by the end I’m horizontal in this tub with my elbows on the edges as she’s riding rcg semi standing. I pull out and blow backward on her stomach.
We head back to the bed to recover, and she’s gives me about a ten minute massage and we go for round two. Do almost everything under the sun for another 20 minutes, end in mish and blow another load on her tits and stomach. Omg! This to me is a couple of times in a lifetime event. Mongering holy grail!
She get up and uses baby wipes to clean off. Total time was about 1.5 hrs for $$.6 plus a tip.
the end of my title is because some “Poor Bastard” had to a least think he was gonna get a freshly showered hoe at some point that night for all he was spending. I’m sure there was some Whizzard left on her somewhere. Merry Christmas in March!
It’s true and titled: Right place, Right time, with a side of “Poor Bastard”-
Just before Covid, tried this Indy. She was so good, so different I saw her about 6 times in 8-9 weeks cause I could tell she wasn’t a long timer in the area.
Beautiful rare Viet girl, mid thirties, 5”2’ dark, toned body with a pretty face, long hair, nice ass and beautifully proportioned B cans. Sexy as f**k, she just had it.
So as COVID’s ramping up I know this girl is gonna disappear so I get an appointment.
Get to the room, chill for a few and chat and she tells me she doing something she never does. Going out with a well to doer client. Dinner, gifts, casino, overnight, everything. He sold it to her as “Christmas in March”
She says she needs to get a shower and get ready. She lies on her back on the floor and tries to take the sexy, tight athletic pants off. I literally helped her peel those fuckers off. She then says, take off your clothes. I’m a little confused and hesitate. I am freshly showered, shaved and smell good. Thought she was going for a quick shower. She says let’s go. I happily take my stuff off and she leads me to the shower. We hop in, soap up and I’m exploring and grinding trying to get things started and she’s actually kind of ignoring me, intent on thoroughly washing herself and shaving everything as I’m kind of a spectator
But then, when she was satisfactorily finished, she turned toward me, gave me a quick peck and fucking starts shaving me you know where. Said something to the effect of, I hate pubes in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it!
After she’s done along with a little washing we start the real stuff in the shower and by the end I’m horizontal in this tub with my elbows on the edges as she’s riding rcg semi standing. I pull out and blow backward on her stomach.
We head back to the bed to recover, and she’s gives me about a ten minute massage and we go for round two. Do almost everything under the sun for another 20 minutes, end in mish and blow another load on her tits and stomach. Omg! This to me is a couple of times in a lifetime event. Mongering holy grail!
She get up and uses baby wipes to clean off. Total time was about 1.5 hrs for $$.6 plus a tip.
the end of my title is because some “Poor Bastard” had to a least think he was gonna get a freshly showered hoe at some point that night for all he was spending. I’m sure there was some Whizzard left on her somewhere. Merry Christmas in March!
One 3rd of July about 15 years ago I had the extra dough and called up Nikita Denise, sexy check pornstar who would advertise on Eros. I had seen her two times before I think. This time she said in her sexy voice that she had a friend with her, Venus. I've always liked Venus' scenes and she has great nipples but I had other plans in mind. I asked if she, Nikita, would be interested in a double with Friday (also a star, and also on Eros back then). She said she didn't know her but sure. They connected on their own, we set a friendly price of $750 per girl for an hour total in Nikita's room in Midtown east.
I requested pantyhose/nylons to be worn then said I would bring for them...
I show up the next afternoon, the 4th for our visit. Very excited. I'd never seen Friday in person before but the idea of both of them doing the nastiest things with me was cloud nine level. I arrive, kiss Nikita, say hello to Venus and we make out for a minute. Then another girl pops out of the back Phylisha Anne I think, and she and Venus... leave. Ok cool, So Nikita is wearing a black leather thing and trying to lace up some thigh high boot thing but there are lots of knots... Friday is running late... (sounds like a joke I'm sure she's heard before). Nikita and I say fuck it and start to kiss and bj and move to the bed where i'm in her doggy. knock knock, Friday shows up, all chatty and notices what we're into and quickly changes tune, she pulls on the thigh highs I brought and joins us in bed. It was bananas. Like a dream. As wild as you'd imagine.
Boom two cups and I'm done. Being that They don't know each other and Nikita had other stuff to do, Friday asks if I want to get a drink. I say yes and we go somewhere nearby. A few hours later fireworks are going off and we end up in the bathroom of the place. One of the best bbbjtcnqns/memories of my life.
I requested pantyhose/nylons to be worn then said I would bring for them...
I show up the next afternoon, the 4th for our visit. Very excited. I'd never seen Friday in person before but the idea of both of them doing the nastiest things with me was cloud nine level. I arrive, kiss Nikita, say hello to Venus and we make out for a minute. Then another girl pops out of the back Phylisha Anne I think, and she and Venus... leave. Ok cool, So Nikita is wearing a black leather thing and trying to lace up some thigh high boot thing but there are lots of knots... Friday is running late... (sounds like a joke I'm sure she's heard before). Nikita and I say fuck it and start to kiss and bj and move to the bed where i'm in her doggy. knock knock, Friday shows up, all chatty and notices what we're into and quickly changes tune, she pulls on the thigh highs I brought and joins us in bed. It was bananas. Like a dream. As wild as you'd imagine.
Boom two cups and I'm done. Being that They don't know each other and Nikita had other stuff to do, Friday asks if I want to get a drink. I say yes and we go somewhere nearby. A few hours later fireworks are going off and we end up in the bathroom of the place. One of the best bbbjtcnqns/memories of my life.
Well I can probably write a pretty good book of wild experiences but this one is recent.
I take my dad to have his toe nails clipped at a podiatrist. I started to have mine clipped as well.
While my dad was in the other room the nurse aide would give me the whirlpool warm water foot bath before the Dr would come in.
She wasn’t great looking but had a nice body with a big rack.
As she was getting the whirlpool ready she was leaning over and caught me looking at her open blouse. She said “you like what you see?” I was caught off guard and a little red faced but I said yea you have nice boobs. She said “I can take care of you other ways.” With that she proceeded to give me a top 5 bj and slerpt it all down with expert skill.
This went on a few times and then one visit she said I’m leaving the job, here’s my phone number.
My husband and I are are swingers if you’re interested.
I never followed up and never saw her again. It was pretty wild getting a great bbbj, cim at the podiatrist.
Sometimes life is good!
Peace….
I take my dad to have his toe nails clipped at a podiatrist. I started to have mine clipped as well.
While my dad was in the other room the nurse aide would give me the whirlpool warm water foot bath before the Dr would come in.
She wasn’t great looking but had a nice body with a big rack.
As she was getting the whirlpool ready she was leaning over and caught me looking at her open blouse. She said “you like what you see?” I was caught off guard and a little red faced but I said yea you have nice boobs. She said “I can take care of you other ways.” With that she proceeded to give me a top 5 bj and slerpt it all down with expert skill.
This went on a few times and then one visit she said I’m leaving the job, here’s my phone number.
My husband and I are are swingers if you’re interested.
I never followed up and never saw her again. It was pretty wild getting a great bbbj, cim at the podiatrist.
Sometimes life is good!
Peace….
Hold on, Helen has a strap-on now? I've done... a bunch of things, with her, but that makes me want to visit soon.
Craziest? I don't know. The time I did five women in one night at an FKK in Germany, then my plane was cancelled and I came back the next night and did five more? Well, one repeat. Then all the fetish stuff, like face-fucking one woman while getting flogged by another (Thailand.) Sounding? Electro, giving and receiving? Getting spit roasted with two strap-ons?
Craziest? I don't know. The time I did five women in one night at an FKK in Germany, then my plane was cancelled and I came back the next night and did five more? Well, one repeat. Then all the fetish stuff, like face-fucking one woman while getting flogged by another (Thailand.) Sounding? Electro, giving and receiving? Getting spit roasted with two strap-ons?
Oh, but my all time funniest was in an absolutely massive brothel in Jakarta. I mean, this place has more than a hundred girls, every night. I show up and they apologize that none of the girls are dancing. "No dancing, it's Ramadam." Though apparently running a huge brothel and serving no end of alcohol is fine. It was all I could do to stop myself laughing.
Pre covid, I met a sugar baby on seeking. She was bi Japanese mid 20s doing her phd in London. I met her and had a great night. We chatted a bit afterwards when she ended up sleeping over and found out it was her bday later that week (saw her I’d to verify).
I asked her what she wanted for her bday and she said she’s never been taken out since she’s arrived in london and never had a 3some. I take her to a nice Michelin restaurant wine and dine and booked an escort for later that night. On our way back to the sex shop and bought a double ended dildo and this leather strappy outfit for her. 2nd girl showed up and I had my best mff (at that time). Chemistry was just there they made out. She wore the double ended dildo and fucked the other girl. They both sucked me off. I fucked both of them. Got the 2nd girl for 1 hr she ended up staying for 3. Tipped her extra. The sugar baby refused my donation.
Long story short saw her a few more times and chat occasionally. Found out her parents are yakuza and owns a soap land in Tokyo. Looking forward to my Japan trip ;3
I asked her what she wanted for her bday and she said she’s never been taken out since she’s arrived in london and never had a 3some. I take her to a nice Michelin restaurant wine and dine and booked an escort for later that night. On our way back to the sex shop and bought a double ended dildo and this leather strappy outfit for her. 2nd girl showed up and I had my best mff (at that time). Chemistry was just there they made out. She wore the double ended dildo and fucked the other girl. They both sucked me off. I fucked both of them. Got the 2nd girl for 1 hr she ended up staying for 3. Tipped her extra. The sugar baby refused my donation.
Long story short saw her a few more times and chat occasionally. Found out her parents are yakuza and owns a soap land in Tokyo. Looking forward to my Japan trip ;3