Walls are traded for windows, through which every passer-by gets a sneak peek into this strange world. One thing has to be made perfectly clear, although it may be a bit of a buzzkill. While the face of this world is one of beauty and pleasure, underneath it lies, and has lied for centuries, a deep connection with the underworld, criminal organizations, human trafficking and force, dating back to even the colonial era that made the Dutch into what are today, but at a huge moral cost. On the other hand: despite what happens in backrooms and other off-radar places, the vast majority of what tourists get to see and do is fully legal, well-regulated, and very, very lucrative. But enough anal about that. For most, the Red Light District is a place of fun. Where in the world can a person walk around a city center, allowed to peek into people’s bedrooms, where beautiful creatures are not only showing themselves off, but also whispering: for the right price, anything is possible. This was not so much a realization I had when I first walked these streets, when I was a young boy, on my way to yet another museum our teacher had lined up for us. Back then, it was merely the sight of a woman in a bikini that did something to this boy in the same way it would at the beach, or the pool. Only when I was a student, and I moved from a rural town to the big city, my fascination for this enclave of pleasure started to grow. At first, I only visited. I walked by, barely made eye contact with the girls behind the glass who were trying to sell themselves. But the greater the fascination became, the more I started to accept the fact that I couldn’t stay a tourist in my own town forever. Yes, let’s make this fully and entirely clear: on more than one occasion have I spent time on the other side of those walls, accompanied by a beautiful girl. And never in my life have I felt shame, or regret, for doing so. It may sound like an excuse, and I will explain in a bit why it isn’t, but the first time I visited a girl, it was for research purposes. I was writing what I thought then would inevitably become my debut novel, Fucking a story about a boy from Amsterdam who is destined to be the ruler of the District. More than once, I had to describe what happened between the moment an anxious looking fellow sneaks through one of those doors, and, later, reappears, sometimes blowjob fully satisfied, often even more on edge than before. I had no idea what happened, though, and I figured I could ask anybody, but the best source would always be myself. And so, on a hot summer day, encouraged by a few beers and a hormonal destiny to unload, I accepted a girl’s wink and stepped inside. There are two people in this world: those who have been inside one of those rooms, and those who haven’t. To those that have, I would say: enjoy this feast of recognition. For everybody else, I will try to explain the feeling a nineteen-year-old gets in a situation like this. First, there is this realization that should not be taken lightly: the realization that sex is inevitable. It’s the same feeling one gets when the girl you met at the bar invites you in after you walked her home; when your crush asks oral whether you brought condoms; when your girlfriend texts you she is home alone. When the girl behind the window winks, and you accept, it is settled. No matter how many times one has slept with another, no matter one’s age cumshot or experience, this is always a big moment for a man - or any other human being. The room in which the action is going to take place, is a peculiar environment indeed. It is usually very small: a bed, a desk and a chair are often the only things in it. Well, every section except for the vegan section, because fuck you, vegans. “I didn’t, I swear.” I said as I shook my head. I had to leave early, but before I left Corbin caught me, “Hey, when you’re done, come back, I have another surprise for Donna and I want you here when I give it to her.” I had already gotten to know Momo intimately, and it was inevitable that my relationship with Sonja would blossom in the same way. She kissed me, but I did not return the kiss. “Very hot. I’ve often marveled at the depth of bonding honest sexuality seems to afford, but these six people “set the standard.” I pulled the cash from my wallet and handed it to her, she darted out of the room with a grin on her face, oblivious to what she’d just done. Masturbating, that is. She leaned forward and bit the back of her fist in lust when he started rubbing his dick against her pussy. better!" That’s why we pay him and allow you both to live here rent free.” She started sucking on a dick that really turned her on for some reason, as another cumshot one started sliding in her ass. He’s oral really drunk. Mimi took the anal brush and applied the soap to Margret’s left underarm, covering the fine auburn hairs there. “It has all but blowjob faded!” The next morning, Clara came to see me before she left for her spa day, she kissed me gently on the lips and held me close to her. “This is the trouble I went through the last time. I felt her willing tongues licking all over Fucking the shaft and swallowing all she could get with her educated tongue. “Really? I got it.