Would be interested to know if there is anybody else who, like me, lost their cherry to a prossie? This was way back in the seventies when I was a green as grass late teeny. The venue was a Frith Street walk-up and the ‘girl’ a supposed French mademoiselle who could have been any age between 30 and 60. The cost – a fiver.
I well remember the admixture of abject fear, boldness and excitement that gripped me and turned my guts to water. Like going into battle for the first time. And like a baptism of fire it was over in no time at all. That nervous short wait in the maid’s room, then the knock to signify that the lady was ready for me. Then the smell of her cheap perfume, her strange ‘froggy’ accent, the feel of her hands on my cock as she gave it a quick wash in the sink. Then onto the bed. No time or experience to initiate foreplay. No BJ or touching cunt or pretty much anything else. Just entering the secret place and then a few short, lunging strokes and I was out the door a man.
In the intervening 40+ years, I have more or less done everything it is possible to do sexually with fellow human beings but I sometimes wonder if all the whoring is just a vain attempt to recapture the unique feelings and heightened sensations of that magical first time.
Yep, me too!
As a student in 1987, fed up with being desperate to pull at student parties and not quite managing it. Had wandered round Soho a few times and loved the seedy thrill of it all. Got stung twice- once by a clip joint, once by a tout. Eventually pulled myself together and went to a walk up at 3 Peter Street. English girl, big juicy tits, age ??? - all I know is she was older than me and gorgeous to my teenage, endlessly horny eyes (which frankly only means that she was recognisably female!).
Shown straight in by the maid. Told her it was my first time and she was kind; I remember clumsily devouring her tits and over-doing it- she had to ask me to be gentle! And I asked if she'd go on top- "no". So plunged in in mish, in 7th heaven, lasted about 5 pushes- which is more than I managed with Nadia last week!
Out into the street and the world is a changed place: assumed that everyone would be staring at me, somehow knowing what I'd done, and was relieved to blend quietly into the crowd. Pint at the Intrepid Fox and all was right with the world.