/lit/ - Literature

>>16492173
>>16492173
I slept with 3 hookers. The first was my 7th notch during a dry spell. The experience was horrible but I wouldn't trade it. She was a caricature. When I tried to kiss her she flailed her tongue around like she was insane; she probably wanted to completely disconnect from the experience. I learned a lot from that.

The second was a great hooker if you just wanted a good time. We texted on tinder and then she just laid it out on the table. I paid her 150,000 columbian pesos, a bit less than $40. She was sexy, something like a 1/3 black 1/3 european 1/3 native, with c cups slightly sagging, a memorial to her pregnancy, and a fat ass. She was just fun; confident with her body, and loved sex and fun. After the awkwardness of the first kiss the experience was a blast. She added me on insta and texted me a few times, but I wasn't interested in going again. I didn't want to ruin the memory and the romance by making it a habit.

The third was an accident, my friend pulled me into a brothel. He wanted to go out on a high note. Bastard ended up going home alone and I did not. I think it was a set up, he knows I don't have self control.
When the time came the woman surrounded us in a semi circle, about 15 of them. I was feeling drunk and confident, and my eyes swept across the line of women- until I got half way, and an electric eye contact let me know I didn't need to see anyone else. She was gorgeous, and sweet, and tactful and elegant. Putting herself through college in a third world country; she deserved better but than her circumstances gave her. I took her home and showed her my journal; we fumbled through my broken spanish and talked about literature. She loved magic realism; I ended up reading Gabriel García Márquez because of her. We had sex, and when the condom broke we had sex still, and it was an amazing experience. I found in her the depth that the first hid and the second lacked. We exchanged instagrams; I flew home the next day. She wrote me poetry that I tried to decifer through google translate; I wrote her back poetry that had been butchered by google translate. Eventually I found a woman the way I should, and cut her out of my life.

In a perfect world I'd say it should never happen, but in this imperfect world the experience can be far more than the superficial hedonism it is on paper. Don't do it, but if you do be open to the fact you don't know what it will be.

/lit/, explain to me your ideal sexual culture. Who gets laid, what age, how much, what do the men and women value and desire in each other?