This is a very personal post - although a funny one when I look back on it now. I’m no longer in contact with the woman, but the memories from those first three years still make me smile. I’m also writing this so future-me can look back on it here on EA in four or five years and (hopefully) feel that same kind of warm, mesmerizing nostalgia.
It was a regular mid-week morning. Traffic was tight, people were rushing around outside, and I had just ordered a coffee and a chocolate croissant. I was doing what I always did back then: scrolling the local directory for minutes on end, as I had done countless times before.
Fifteen minutes passed… then thirty… until suddenly I saw her - a lady in a skimpy yellow dress that immediately caught my eye. Her other photos were even better. Perfect, in fact. So I messaged her on WhatsApp, and a few minutes later I had a session booked for later that same day.
I started mind-wandering: “Here’s how I want the session to go…” A bit of prepping (I didn’t know better back then).
This was when I was at my absolute sexual peak - just 22 years old. I knew Viagra existed, sure, but I had never touched it.
It was a sunny day, so I only took a cap part of the way. I got out about ten minutes from her place and walked the rest. When I reached the spot - a very anonymous red brick house. I texted her: “I’m outside.”
She opened the door wearing black lingerie… and she looked exactly like her photos. Mind-blowing. Her service was top-notch, and I left very pleased.
Between rounds we tried talking - but she didn’t speak English, and I didn’t speak Spanish. So we used Google Translate, which actually worked surprisingly well. After the session I even borrowed her hairbrush, and she let me hang out in her tiny basement room for five minutes until my cab arrived.
And that was only the beginning.
When I got home, I immediately texted her work number saying I wanted to see her again. She replied with a laughing and kissing emoji. She clearly knew how to handle admirers, she most likely had plenty before me. I saw her again the next day… and then again the day after that.
It was during our third meeting (which I wrote about in another post) that I asked her if she’d go on vacation with me. I’ve never seen anyone say “Si” so fast.
That same night she gave me her personal number and even sent me a photo of her passport - which I needed to book the Airbnb. That’s how much she trusted me.
And that’s how I met my SB… well, my former SB.
It was a regular mid-week morning. Traffic was tight, people were rushing around outside, and I had just ordered a coffee and a chocolate croissant. I was doing what I always did back then: scrolling the local directory for minutes on end, as I had done countless times before.
Fifteen minutes passed… then thirty… until suddenly I saw her - a lady in a skimpy yellow dress that immediately caught my eye. Her other photos were even better. Perfect, in fact. So I messaged her on WhatsApp, and a few minutes later I had a session booked for later that same day.
I started mind-wandering: “Here’s how I want the session to go…” A bit of prepping (I didn’t know better back then).
This was when I was at my absolute sexual peak - just 22 years old. I knew Viagra existed, sure, but I had never touched it.
It was a sunny day, so I only took a cap part of the way. I got out about ten minutes from her place and walked the rest. When I reached the spot - a very anonymous red brick house. I texted her: “I’m outside.”
She opened the door wearing black lingerie… and she looked exactly like her photos. Mind-blowing. Her service was top-notch, and I left very pleased.
Between rounds we tried talking - but she didn’t speak English, and I didn’t speak Spanish. So we used Google Translate, which actually worked surprisingly well. After the session I even borrowed her hairbrush, and she let me hang out in her tiny basement room for five minutes until my cab arrived.
And that was only the beginning.
When I got home, I immediately texted her work number saying I wanted to see her again. She replied with a laughing and kissing emoji. She clearly knew how to handle admirers, she most likely had plenty before me. I saw her again the next day… and then again the day after that.
It was during our third meeting (which I wrote about in another post) that I asked her if she’d go on vacation with me. I’ve never seen anyone say “Si” so fast.
That same night she gave me her personal number and even sent me a photo of her passport - which I needed to book the Airbnb. That’s how much she trusted me.
And that’s how I met my SB… well, my former SB.
