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Dec 2018
Red lights of Amsterdam to there I did go as a young man hoping to prove myself suffering child abuse had given me no confidence In relationships
thought this to be the answer
Packed my rucksack and of I did go nowhere to stay but a sleeping bag when arriving straight to the red light district I did go where I stood on one of those quaint bridges over the canal
Always wanted an oriental girl there she I walked over trying to look cool casual were In truth I was terrified she gives a rundown on prices
I only had enough for the basics she Invited me In told to undress and lay on the bed strange feeling because It was all open to passers-by mirrors on the ceiling
She came to me naked stunning she was she sat astride me beautiful long black hair brushing my chest I felt her firm young ******* her ******* stiffening
I was so shy I couldn't get a reaction below, there I was with the opportunity of a lifetime I couldn't do a thing
She said relax that didn't work told me to go away rest and come back later but I just wanted to get away to save any more embarrassing
But while getting dressed she said she liked my tee shirt black with green crocodile printed on the front
To speed my exit I gave It to her she was happy enough not only had she made a bit of money but got a tee shirt too, I felt such a fool never went
Lessons learned when young
A trip to Amsterdam Red Lights was not for me
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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