May 18, 2018 (Renata from Brasilia) – The Whore Monger

May 18, 2018 (Renata from Brasilia)

The days are perfect in Florianopolis at the moment, you should really try and visit one of these days. During the daytime, the weather feels like a hot New England summer day and at night, a chilly fall evening that makes sleeping at night easy. I woke up today and did my routine of listening to 30 minutes of Pimsluer Portuguese which I have been doing for the past year and a half and still, when I’m out in public I can hardly put a sentence together. I just know a bunch of one liner zingers but it seems to get me by, as from time to time I get compliments on my Portuguese – but the people here in Brazil are never afraid to dish them out as it’s a cultural thing, therefore I don’t feel too proud of myself.

I did some work on the computer with the intention in mind to finish by noon and then boogie to my favorite Clinica where Erica works. I’ve seen her about 4 or 5 times already and I come away feeling like a new man every time. This feeling or high (whatever it is) I can’t find anywhere else. I don’t know how to explain this to you but let me go ahead and try, I think I have a pretty good analogy. Lets say you are 10 feet under water snorkeling and you got a little too adventurous and suddenly you find yourself short of oxygen. You start swimming as fast as you can to the top to break the water’s surface to grasp for air and when you do, that air rushes into your lungs and the sensation for oxygen never felt so good – that’s much of the same sort of feeling I get when I come out of the whore house (a fresh breath of life just hits you!). It’s impossible to obtain the same feeling with Masturbation.

I parked the car on the sidewalk. I texted Erica that I’d be in in about 10 minutes. She immediately wrote back that she was not working today. I made no formal appointment with her, as I assumed she would be there, like she always was. She asked if I wanted to meet at a hotel. I kindly turned down her offer. I told her I’d meet her tomorrow knowing that I probably wouldn’t. As much as I like Erica, the past few times I’d been to this Clinic, I’ve had my eye on a few other women, especially this one with big tits. Here was my chance. As I climbed the stairs, there she was. Big Tits Renata.

She isn’t as shy as Erica. When I sense a woman older than 24, I hold back from asking her age. It never plays out well and most of the time it ends awkwardly. If I had to guess, I’d say she was 25. My favorite attribute besides her tits was the tongue ring. I normally do not dominate these women (nor any women) in any way, even though I do fantasize doing so. However, I couldn’t help myself when she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I tide her hands behind her back and she let me have my way with her head as long as I pleased.

yours, The Whore Monger