1. What's Her Price


    Date: 12/5/2014, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

    I would like to say I had a sob story, but like most people I am over dramatic about my own life. I grew up in a good home, until my parents divorced when I was in 6th grade. While my parents were both supportive and loving, I lived with my mother and missed out on a lot of Man time with my dad, so I never learned the unlimited self confidence a lot of guys have. I have seen many guys who were ugly, broke and balding still have no trouble going up to any woman they liked. I wish that was me. I had two girlfriends in high school, a couple in college and a couple through the years. I am a pretty handsome guy I have always been told, and I have great hair and eyes. The relationships I had were fine, but most were relatively short lived. The longest one was a year or so and she had checked out a few months earlier. The issue of my low self confidence was partly not having my pop around a lot, partly due to never being good at earning money, partly due to being to smart for my own good (and talking myself out of things) and partly just my introverted personality. Once I was comfortable I could chat up almost anyone, but for some reason, even now, at 42 I got tongue tied and nervous around pretty women, especially the younger ones. I would see the local college girls often on my walks around town and I wished somehow I could get one. I didn't want a whore, though I did turn there for a while. I usually went off Craigslist, and then Backpage because it seemed to be the only place ...
    young ladies could be found. While I am decently handsome, I have never been much of a workout guy. I was a bit soft all around, a few extra pounds but not much. I am only about 5 foot 8 and my dick, while a decent almost 7 inches erect, was a grower and not a show-er, and it matters. Or seems too. I had impressed a few women in my time, and once a pretty hot one but when they saw my small size flaccid, it killed enthusiasm. One expensive hooker, the one time I blew my Christmas bonus, did an over night. We had a decent first run and the next morning as we awoke she said she had a Christmas present for me and pulled the sheets down to blow me only to stare at my barely 2 and a half inch softy and suddenly didn't seem to want to touch it. Though she knew I had decent length hard, again, it seemed to matter. So while I had dated a few women and seen a few hookers, no one ever seemed impressed by my bedroom talents. They seemed to like me, but something was missing. For a while I was visiting some Asian massage parlors, and through the thin walls I could hear some gals moaning from the good fucking they were getting. They never made noise with me, even if I could tell they liked who I was, I wasn't getting anyone off. That further deflated my confidence and left me 42, with a shitty job, no real prospects and a sadness that I would never have a woman I really wanted. A young, sexy, feminine bombshell. Even the hot women hookers I had seen were obviously in their late twenties or ...
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