Greetings my friends.
I thought I would share with you my recent adventure with Mercedes at the Directors Lodge in Pinxton.
Pinxton is the kind of place I always imagine Bruce Springsteen coming from if he was British - if you love mixing cement on some open plain or digging holes, then Bruce is your man.
Directors Lodge is situated on what I would describe as a residential type road, on a corner. It is a very well run place and has been part of the local community for as long as I can remember.
There are a couple of parking options available to you, although I notice that the double yellow lines opposite Directors Lodge have been extended recently. On the occasion that I visited, there was a Range Rover parked on the double yellows - it made me smile because I thought that they were probably so excited at the prospect of meeting the girls that they didn’t care about a parking ticket. That would’ve been me a few years ago. I drove around the block a couple of times, but ended up parking on the Main Street where there’s a house having a new roof done and the builders waved to me.
Lisa answered the door and she looked great as always. I do like her and we go back to the days when she worked at that place in Shepshed in the 1990s near the roundabout. There was also another place up the road in Shepshed - can’t remember for life of me what it was called - but the tumble dryer was always going when you went in reception/kitchen.
I went up into the top room. That is probably my favourite room out of the 3. I normally see CH in the middle room and I’ve used the bottom room quite a bit as well. Infact I’ve used of the whole building a lot over the years. It’s a bit of an odd layout in reality. I’m think it would create an interesting challenge for any estate agent when it comes to selling. And they would have to have the building ‘de-spunked’ as well.
Lisa tells me to get meself comfortable. For me that is naked, wanking and sniffing poppers. In comes Mercedes in all her finery. She’s from Liverpool judging by the accent. Nice and chatty an all. She gets the direction of travel from the general vacant look on me face and the saliva dribbling out of the corner of me mouth. I start by asking her to give me 4 or 5 hits of poppers. I’ve got a new bottle. Unfortunately, as an aside, the sex shop in Mansfield has shut. Massive blow for me that is. Thankfully, I have cause to go into Derby quite a bit, so I’ve been going to the shop on London Road, which incidentally had a brothel above it back around 2010. It was called Liquid as I recall. I remember on one occasion, the girl who ran the place getting me to wank infront of all the other girls in the reception area whilst they took turns to piss on me. Great memories.
Anyway, where was I……Ah yes, Mercedes. She is giving me, quite confidently, instruction to sniff poppers. This is really my thing. Getting girls to fuck me up on poppers and generally them behaving like sluts. Oh by the way, I ought to describe Mercedes a bit more. She has lovely long hair, she’s tanned, has nice large breasts which have been enhanced, a small waist and nice big arse. A very on trend kind of appearance I would say. Plus she has a nice friendly way about her.
She’s getting me nicely fucked up on poppers and I’ve asked her to tie up me balls with rope, which she does expertly and is restraining, edging and pulling my balls whilst I am sniffing away on this fresh bottle of poppers. She’s also sucking my cock from behind whilst I am on all fours, and doing some good dirty talk about fucking me up on poppers. Amazing scenes.
I also get to lick her cunt out, suck her clit and stick me tongue up her arsehole - all very nice. I finish with her on her back, legs wide open and me wanking meself. And I come. A weeks worth of spunk on that little bit of paper that they always put in the bed to protect the bedding from everyone’s spunk.
We had a bit of a chat. I asked her about how she is coping with everything happening in the world right now. She looked at me all weird like, but said she was fine. I handed over £80 for services.
I walked outside and noticed that the Range Rover was still there. Here’s the funny thing though. As soon as I got in the car, I had that feeling that I’d left something behind and I realised I’d left me phone in the room. So I had to walk back up the road and I walked in right behind another customer who was heading in so we were both at the door at the same time. I goes to him ‘it’s alright here mate, I might come back again next week’. He didn’t say anything. Tough audience. Another girl opens the door and I go ‘I’ve left me phone up in the room’ so I’m collecting me phone and I’m back out in the street, smiling to meself.
It reminded me of an incident last year when I left me glasses in the middle room and I had to come back up and Hereto69 was in the middle room waiting for our friend and he helped me find my glasses and we had a good chat as well. I will hasten to add that it wasn’t an organised meet up though, just a chance encounter.
So I’m walking to the car reflecting on my little adventure.
I don’t care what anyone says, it’s good to be alive - I know the world isn’t great right now and I know I cannot see how Trump pouring down bombs on Iran makes the world a safer place. But there is so much out of our control.
Thirteen years on this forum and I don’t think I’ve ever known a time when the world has felt quite as heavy as it does now. The cost of living pressures, youth unemployment, and the conflict in Iran are reminders of how many things sit far outside our control.
But even in difficult times, there are still small, steady sources of beauty that no crisis can take from us — a walk on a sunny day, a picnic with someone we care about, saying hello to a stranger, or a simple act of kindness that lands at just the right moment. Or even a visit to Lisa and the girls at DL. These things don’t fix the world, but they remind us that it’s still worth holding onto.
Best wishes to everyone here. I hope each of you finds a little light in the days ahead.
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