As A Single I Enjoyed The Sex At One Night Stands

I was a typical sex single in Berlin and loved life to the fullest. However, I had clear ideas about my One Night Stands, which were not
necessarily to be considered normal. In principle, I only nailed the women, whom I could not imagine naked or in bed.

For example, it did not matter how ugly or how old they were. Furthermore, I had the habit of taking each girl only once, because when I was done with them, I had no more appeal or sexual desire for them. This, incidentally, was the reason why I renounced all relationships altogether. Basically, it was actually quite easy, when I found out there was really nothing to Poppen, then I just ordered a girl at the escort in Berlin.

Most of my bed stories, however, I got on appropriate forums on the Internet. Of course, I only wrote the girls I could not imagine. Strangely it was mostly women who I would never have addressed on the street. But those were the easiest to get, which in turn matched my prey scheme. I also found my most bizarre One Night booth on the internet.

She was thirty-six, with eyebrows like a grizzly bear and unimaginable compote shells on her face. Apparently, she was looking for the first erotic experience and seemed to me to be a priest when I wrote to her quite uninhibited. After a long time of correspondence, she wanted to come visit me and pointed out to me once again that she had no experience in terms of sex and eroticism. I had no idea what this inexperienced thing wanted to do with a sex single like me.

With this look, they could have opened a separate category at the escort in Berlin and yet found no customers. Anyway, it was just this unimaginable thing that so excited me about this girl. Then finally a week later, it was finally time. Punctually at the agreed time it rang at my door and a spindly girl, who was dressed in black, looked at me with a timid look. It took me a few seconds and took a deep breath. Hello, I heard myself saying, come on in. Carefully, she looked around and hobbled into my apartment.

Without thinking, I asked her why she was hobbling. Startled, she looked at me and said, quite unexpectedly, that she had a wooden leg. You have something? A wooden leg, real oak, was quite expensive the thing. It became more and more mysterious to me, because her self-confident answers did not match her appearance at all. We sat on the couch and looked for a conversation that could interest us both.

I pointed out once again that I was a confident sex single and only interested in One Night Stands. I thought back to the escort in Berlin and imagined how she would forget in her profile, the wooden leg and the customer would ask only at home before fait accompli. Yes, yes, I already understood you, but I still want to know what sex is all about.

I knew immediately that this One Night Stand would go down in history and was feverishly looking for a suitable beginning. As an experienced sex single from Berlin you should actually know how to deal with a woman like me. Astonished, I looked at her and was quite confused for a moment. Ok, then maybe you should take off your clothes first I gave her the answer. Tentatively, she pulled her sweater over her head, whereupon at least three undershirts came to light.

It took a while until I finally saw her sitting in my bra in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked questioningly at me through her compotes. And now I asked her for the skirt and was curious what would come next. The last time I saw such a bra my grandma was still at war and I wondered where she got the thing. It came exactly as it had to come. Under her skirt was a pair of cotton tights, nylon pantyhose, another petticoat under which her slip finally came to light.

Sex without obligation, that’s how I loved life

Oh my, what’s that? Above her pink-rimmed briefs, her pubic hair swelled up to the navel and continued below to the thigh. I’ve already seen a lot of bizarre, but a wooden leg with hair on it, that was a completely new experience for me. Completely huddled, she sat there staring at me like a frog from her compote pots.