Author: FPR
Word count: 20095
I was born in an orphanage in a small city far away. The unique growth environment and life experience have created my introverted and cowardly personal character, and also inspired my personal quality of hard work and hard work. I never dared to talk too much with girls since I was a child. During the years when I was young, a group of women, a group of women with special identities, came into my field of vision.
There is a narrow alley between the orphanage and the school. In the small city of my hometown, that unnamed alley is more famous than any other place. Yes, there is a place in every city – the red light district. Whenever I pass by, and every time I take a quick glance, I always see many young women with scantily clad clothes and coquettish makeup standing at the door of the short alley, casting longing eyes towards the alley entrance. Especially at night, the whole street will be shrouded in a layer of ambiguous red, and the smell of fragrance that cannot be concealed.
From walking quickly, to passing by slowly, to deliberately stopping to peek in from a distance pretending to be inadvertent, their images, their figures, their seductive movements and beautiful voices when inviting guests are more and more deeply imprinted into my mind, and I can’t get rid of them. They became the perfect objects of my desire for women in the ignorant period.
That alley was like a thunder pond, and I never dared to step into it. I envy those men who came out of it, although their hasty movements were somewhat mixed with shame and regret. So, when I ejaculated in my sleep for the first time in my life what I only learned about later called sperm, I was in a strange but familiar environment in my dream.
Once the seeds of the soul are planted, under the nourishment of youth hormone nutrients, this dream will accompany me to grow day by day, and in the depths of my heart, it will finally grow into a lush tree.
After graduating from high school, I left my hometown and went to a prestigious university in a distant place, and completed my four-year studies with scholarships and work-study programs. Although I can’t remember what my parents looked like at all, God gave me an appearance that I can be proud of, which made many girls in the same school look at me favorably. However, I have never accepted their love, because they are not the one in my dream.
Unfettered, with a fascination with my childhood longing and a restless heart, I finally stepped into a dirty and dilapidated hair salon hidden in the downtown area in my sophomore year, and gave my first hair to a young prostitute. It was such a wonderful experience, that girl, she was like the fairy I had dreamed countless times, gentle, seductive, and lustful, so that when my dick just penetrated into her body, I couldn’t restrain the prehistoric power in my body, and broke out shamefully.
After graduating, I entered a large foreign-funded enterprise and had a decent job with a good income. The deep fascination with prostitutes urges me to linger in the land of fireworks again and again. I’m in the high-end sensual place of the gameAt the same time, those low-level hair salons, saunas, foot baths and street girls have not been forgotten.
Now I often think that a person always has a destiny in his life. No matter whether you are rich or poor, from the moment you are born, your destiny has been firmly nailed to a certain scale on the pillar of destiny. Perhaps it was God’s arrangement, by chance, I tasted another forbidden fruit that could change my life-SM, I became a male slave. In those years, even I myself can’t count how many so-called “queens” I have knelt at the feet, and how much money I paid to lick their feet, drink their urine, and eat their shit. The pleasure of being conquered, trampled, and flogged made me unable to extricate myself. I became a complete slave when I was immersed in it, and I continued to challenge and break through my own bottom line under the urging of desire.
However, when kneeling at the feet of different queens again and again, the feeling of completely sinking into oneself is exciting, but there is always a feeling that something is missing. It’s an inexplicable feeling, like a plate of delicious food with complete color, fragrance, and flavor. The moment you enter it, there is always a subtle but indispensable taste that makes your sense of taste unable to be fully satisfied.
And when all of this is like a mist after a strong wind and gradually flattening, the calmness of thinking finally gave the unique hobby and the pursuit of democracy an opportunity to collide. It was like the collision between two planets, bursting out with flames and energy that could destroy the world. This is a kind of fate and an arrangement of fate. I was like an ascetic who was struggling to find the truth, and I was completely enlightened at that moment.
I want to be a slave to whores, a humble life under their domination. I want my heart, which is infatuated with them, to make an end of fate at their feet in a brand new way.
That day started my new search journey. I began to try to develop my own master among the ladies and prostitutes. I frantically lingered in pleasure-seeking establishments of all sizes, high and low, looking for a whore master who could be my master. However, the hopeful search again and again has been disappointed again and again. No one understands my sincere and longing heart, no one can truly agree with such a role and identity, and some are just posturing and hypocrisy for a few banknotes.
Yes, for them, once they embark on the path of no return by selling themselves, they are already victims of life, and they are degraded and lost in their self-identification. Yes, prostitute, queen, dirty, noble, humble, noble, when such nouns are compared together, what a ridiculous answer you get.
After experiencing disappointment again and again, she walked into my life just when I was on the verge of giving up.
3# zuxiajunzi
2019-7-8 20:34:26
3. First acquaintance
Her name is Yingzi, her job number is 868, and she is a technician at Yuqingchi Hot Spring Sauna Club. Everyone calls her Yingzi, and I didn’t know her real name until the moment I got the certificate from her.
That day, bored, I stepped into her workplace with exhaustion and the last glimmer of hope before I was on the verge of despair. YuqingAs a low-end club with a price in the early 200s, the pool can enjoy a full set of services at a low price, and the quality of their girls is usually not as good as
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