19YearOldFcker
08-04-2018, 06:31 PM
As I was driving along Marrickville Rd, I realised I made the fatal mistake of choosing the username "19YearOldFcker" because as soon as I turn 20, I'm fucked. A more suitable name would've been "EntitledMillenial". But none of that matters anymore. Because this was my last session. I've got myself banned from Marrickville 5 and I won't be back. This is it. The brothel life is over for me.
So it started off being an innocent drive to the brothel. I was trying to get myself in the right mood because I struggled to get it up last time. You know how some people like to pump loud rap music in the car? Well I was pumping binaural beats full blast in the car. For those who don't know what this is, these are low frequency genital stimulating sexual vibration sounds that increase libido and are supposedly backed up by 40 years of scientific research (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvzygBeKSjk). The beats did shit all by the way, other than making me feel like a complete nut case at the traffic lights with my window down.
Anyway, into the dilapidated shit house I go and a few minutes later Kristen's there. Beautiful as always. Ridulous body. Friendly smile. We jump in the door-less shower for a quick wash and then onto the bed.
Kristen's a uni student too, just like me. How awkward would it be if we bumped into each other at uni? Thank god we go to different uni's lol. But yeah, Kristen's actually really hard-working. She studies at uni, works at Marrickville 5, has another real job and does her assignments during her off-time at Marrickville 5. And here I was on a Sunday with nothing better to do but to indulge myself in selfish pleasure.
As she was fucking me in cowgirl, I looked at the mirror in front of us - the silhouette of her perfectly shaped body moving in uniform simple harmonic motion, and then at her face - staring directly into the blank wall ahead of her. And then it hit me hard. Neither of us actually want to be here.
I mean of course when I've got my dick in her vagina, I want to fuck her. That's just biology 101. And when she's got $170 in her hand, she wants to fuck me. That's just economics 101. But the question is is "hookers and cocaine without the cocaine" what I actually want in the long term? I'm already starting to see a cycle emerge. I start getting horny (natural biological response) -> I start fantasing about hookers -> I go to brothel -> I feel guilty because fucking hookers does not align with my principles -> I tell myself seeing hookers in moderation is ok -> cycle repeats. One of my biggest realisations today is that I would rather choose to do things because it is the right thing to do rather than let simple short term pleasures dictate my actions.
I've given it a try but the brothel life isn't for me. I'm too young for this. Maybe it's different for you guys and that's fine. But I'm done. I know a couple of weeks later, I'm probably gonna get the urge to make a booking again. That's why I've asked Marrickville 5 to ban me from their premises to short-circuit what I call the vicious brothel cycle lol.
So it started off being an innocent drive to the brothel. I was trying to get myself in the right mood because I struggled to get it up last time. You know how some people like to pump loud rap music in the car? Well I was pumping binaural beats full blast in the car. For those who don't know what this is, these are low frequency genital stimulating sexual vibration sounds that increase libido and are supposedly backed up by 40 years of scientific research (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvzygBeKSjk). The beats did shit all by the way, other than making me feel like a complete nut case at the traffic lights with my window down.
Anyway, into the dilapidated shit house I go and a few minutes later Kristen's there. Beautiful as always. Ridulous body. Friendly smile. We jump in the door-less shower for a quick wash and then onto the bed.
Kristen's a uni student too, just like me. How awkward would it be if we bumped into each other at uni? Thank god we go to different uni's lol. But yeah, Kristen's actually really hard-working. She studies at uni, works at Marrickville 5, has another real job and does her assignments during her off-time at Marrickville 5. And here I was on a Sunday with nothing better to do but to indulge myself in selfish pleasure.
As she was fucking me in cowgirl, I looked at the mirror in front of us - the silhouette of her perfectly shaped body moving in uniform simple harmonic motion, and then at her face - staring directly into the blank wall ahead of her. And then it hit me hard. Neither of us actually want to be here.
I mean of course when I've got my dick in her vagina, I want to fuck her. That's just biology 101. And when she's got $170 in her hand, she wants to fuck me. That's just economics 101. But the question is is "hookers and cocaine without the cocaine" what I actually want in the long term? I'm already starting to see a cycle emerge. I start getting horny (natural biological response) -> I start fantasing about hookers -> I go to brothel -> I feel guilty because fucking hookers does not align with my principles -> I tell myself seeing hookers in moderation is ok -> cycle repeats. One of my biggest realisations today is that I would rather choose to do things because it is the right thing to do rather than let simple short term pleasures dictate my actions.
I've given it a try but the brothel life isn't for me. I'm too young for this. Maybe it's different for you guys and that's fine. But I'm done. I know a couple of weeks later, I'm probably gonna get the urge to make a booking again. That's why I've asked Marrickville 5 to ban me from their premises to short-circuit what I call the vicious brothel cycle lol.