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As the outdoor lights faded, the darkness enveloped me as I entered in a dark corridor. I still remember my pulse pounding throughout my ears, racing, and sweaty palms as I timidly handed my ID to the bouncer. At the time, I had seen exactly one set of real boobs, had sex with one person, and was exposed solely to porn. I was, in dealing with sex a novice and I wanted to experience something new. As the bouncer’s eyes scanned over me, I have to say I probably looked like an addict who hadn’t had a fix in far too long. So it was with me.

Entering the floor was a realization of my every desire. Perfection took many forms, and every one tantalized my eyes and gave life to so many imaginations utilizing the easel of pornography compounded with my eager fascination. I remember the first set of bolt-ons on a tan, blue-eyed blond vixen and how I wanted all of her. Being the newb I was, tipping with a twenty on stage I was able to secure private company with this platinum enchantress. As I was escorted to the throne of pleasure that was my private booth, my pulse rang through my ears and into my pants. I was thoroughly hard like I’d never felt before. The blush on my face and the standing attention of my groin was quite obvious. The clear-eyed succubus observed, “...first time?” My voice was stolen, every breath a battle, and it was all I could do to simply nod which was repaid with a crimson smile bathed with a wisp of the tongue.

I sat. Prices were discussed and, not realizing anything but my soul crushing lust, I again nodded as her delicate skin began to massage mine. I was drunk with desire. My hands wandered freely and explored all of the many secrets which I’d only ever knew through the glowing light of a monitor. As my hand disappeared under what little garment this goddess had adorned, a flowing warmth began to swell even faster than my own excitement. Groans and sweat, grinding and fondling progressed into a salient moment when my zipper parted, and I was exposed. She greeted my enthusiastic friend with a warm hand, dancing and stroking as Poor Some Sugar On Me seemed to play on repeat. I could not take it any longer. She saw me wince, and almost as quickly her mouth comforted my throbbing member as I climaxed as if she was swallowing my soul. My senses were confabulated. As the room spun, I slowing returned to the realm of the reality as the seductress reposed on my lap nursing me back to life. When I could stand, monies were exchanged and I spilled out of that darkened cloister reborn. Then I got a burrito lol.

I have looked back on that moment with satisfaction throughout my journey. I have enjoyed my existence and SCs have been a delightful thread in my life’s tapestry.