Randomly lost it to a Mexican prostitute last night. Was drinking with my friend at a couple bars and he got pretty drunk since I was the one driving. We were heading back to his place and he was like "Dude, do you wanna get laid tonight? Alrighty man, don't tell anyone but..." and yada yada he gets me a prostitute in a hotel within the hour and pays for me to boot (I will pay him back of course)
She was definitely a 7/10, with certain aspects of her steering closer to 6/10. She provided the condoms (we went through a couple). We got down to business pretty quickly and I proceeded to clumsily pound away for 40 minutes or so in a few different positions. I had drank a good bit too, and while I was able to maintain a raging boner, I couldn't cum for the life of my hypothetical future first-born child. It was extremely late too so I kept on falling asleep here and there. I was in no shape to smang it but I swear I gave it everything I had and managed to really pound it a couple times. She started giving me a handjob and massaged my ball sack. Ate her out too (didn't like the taste but hey I got EXP). Then when it was clear that my boner would not go away we spent like 40 minutes cuddling and making out while whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. She's actually a pretty cool girl who's trying to learn English so she can go to school in the states. My spanish is extremely limited so we spent a lot of time laughing at trying to understand what the fuck we were saying to one another.
It's really not a big deal either way. I'm not a different person, for better or worse. I had a hell of a good time though, especially for $120. She was extremely surprised when I told her she took my virginity lol
She said I could come see her again but I think I'm gonna steer clear. If I was a millionaire I'd probably give her a few thousand so she could...do something else with her life. Hopefully I don't come back to this thread in a few weeks and update with "hey bad news guys apparently I got herpes". But hey I crossed one off the bucket list.
I came out of the hotel 2 and a half hours from when I went in, my hair was a mess, I was still extremely buzzed on alcohol, I was fucking tired, but I walked back to my car knowing that the day was seized. Maybe not in the most dignified way possible, but the day was mine.
