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I didn’t take any pictures when I was in Amsterdam. In the social media age, it’s probably the least documented part of my life. It’s probably best that trip lives inside my head. (And now in this post). I traveled by myself a couple of times to Florida and California, but this was my first solo trip out of the country. I was there for five days and four nights. I wish I had stayed longer.

My flight landed at noon, and I got to my hotel an hour later. They told me it was too early to check-in but offered to hold my bags until my room was ready.

I was staying at the edge of the Red Light District, but you couldn’t tell in the afternoon. It reminded me more of Times Square. It was flooded with tourists. Bicycles whizzed by. Everywhere I looked, there was either a souvenir shop, a vape shop, or some mom-and-pop restaurant.

It didn’t take long for me to discover a weed cafe. It had a Jamaican theme. The walls were covered with Bob Marley posters while his music blasted from the speakers. I was surprised when I saw the clerk was middle-eastern.

I ordered an eighth and a grape soda. You had to order a sugary drink just in case you needed the sugar or something. I entered the back room and rolled a poor excuse for a joint. I sat opposite a group of a couple of people passing around a joint.

I only smoked half the joint, but I was high. I clipped the rest of it and went back outside. I walked along a canal. I followed it for a couple of blocks when I saw her.

My first sex worker.

She looked like she was Eastern European. She wore a pink bra and panty set with a see-through jacket. Her body was thick. She couldn’t have been older than 25. She sat on a stool in a window, scrolling on her phone.

I hadn’t done much research about the trip. All I knew was: that weed was legal, prostitution was legal, the windows with the red lights were female sex workers, and the windows with the blue lights were trans sex workers. I didn’t know the process of actually fucking one.

I approached the window and smiled. She smiled back.

“Come inside,” she said with a thick accent.

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but this wasn’t it. Once through the door, I was in a small dark room. The floors were white, but the walls were dark blue. In the corner was a door leading to a bathroom. In the center of the room was a bed. I thought how much time she spent fucking people in here.

She went to the window and pulled the curtain. “You are American?” She asked.

I nodded.

“Welcome to Amsterdam,” she said. She smiled again.

It cost fifty Euros to fuck her. I handed her the bills, took my clothes off, and put them on a stool in the corner. I was filled with butterflies, standing there naked.

She took the see-through jacket and her panties off, but she kept her bra on.“He is awake,” she said and ran her finger along the base of my cock. She put a condom on and squeezed it. “Is nice.”

She climbed on the bed in the center of the room and laid on her back. She squeezed some lube onto her fingertips and rubbed her bald pussy.

“Are you ready?” she asked. She spread her legs for me, and I climbed on top of her. I slowly slid in and out of her, going a little deeper each time. Her pussy stroking my cock.

When she moaned, it sent chills through my body. I was thousands of miles away from home fucking a woman who was a stranger just a few minutes before.

She turned over and got on her hands and knees. Once inside her, I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me. She arched her back, her ass meeting me with each pump. I felt my cock swell. She must have felt it too because she started pushing back on me, faster and harder. Her breaths got deeper, and her moans got harder.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, pulling her body into mine as tight as feasible. I exploded inside of her. My body shook with each spurt. She moved her hips, milking the last drops.

“Was good?” She asked.

Time has a funny way of messing with you because only an hour passed, and my room was still not ready. I found a sports bar a couple of doors down from the hotel. It was empty except for a few guys watching a soccer game.

I sat at the other end of the bar and ordered a beer.

This was gonna be a fun trip.

NSFW: yes

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