I have been an irregular visitor to Dam for a number of years, and have seen maybe ten girls over that time. I have never done any research before, preferring the thrill of taking pot-luck, so have not previously found this site; however, I had such a bizarre experience on my latest trip that I wanted to share it with fellow RLD aficionados.
It was about 4am in the morning of Thursday/Friday, when I saw an attractive, dark-haired petite girl on Oude Nieuwstraat - about half way along, in a kamer where one had to go down a few steps into the room, then up a staircase at the back to get to the bedroom itself. Turned out that the girl was French, called something like Sarina or Safina, and we spoke a mixture of pidgin English and pidgin French.
My memory of exactly what happened is a little hazy, because I had drunk a reasonable amount. But I do remember kissing her neck and her breasts passionately, and her turning to face the mirror whilst I stroked her pussy so that she could watch. Then, as the conversation progressed, she claimed that tonight was her first night - which I was initially sceptical about but then as I thought about it started to ring true. It explained her charming naiveté, the fact that she had appeared to forgot about asking for the money until we had been going for at least five minutes, and that she kept having to look at her watch – as if she knew that she should be checking the time but wasn’t quite sure how to discretely.
So, we started to talk about what she was doing and why she was doing it, and it seemed that she was a bit mixed up about the whole thing. I told her that I had seen one escort in London regularly for about seven years, which seemed to interest her – she started to ask me what it was like for her and how she felt about it. I started to feel quite sorry for her, to the extent that any thoughts of fucking her disappeared. She then said she wanted to talk more, but that I had to go … and then she asked me for my phone number which she typed into her phone. Unfortunately, I got confused about how to set-up a number in a Dutch mobile to dial an international (i.e. UK) phone, so I think I screwed it up – started it “044” rather than “+44”.
Anyway, needless to say there was no call. But I can’t help thinking was the thing a great act – although I don’t think so – or did she really need someone to talk to? Whatever, I hope she discovers what is right for her and the guys out there treat her well.
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