15) Santa
(Who came twice that Xmas)
Sit down and let me tell you a story. It's a Christmas story, which is appropriate. And, appropriately enough, it's called Santa
It was the last week of December, 2005. I was recently divorced and I had no-one to play with as everyone was away, and I was a bit down, to be blunt, and a bit bored
So I went to see Santa, which was nice
I found Santa in the local paper. But not in the Personal Column. She was in the classified section. Under Personal Services
Santa was a 'lovely Asian girl available locally. Call 0208 1234 567'
Santa was a masseur
Well, Santa was also a prostitute
She sounded lovely on the phone
So I went to see her
Now, I must admit, I felt a bit odd in the back of the cab. I'd never been with a prostitute. Indeed, despite the fact that I had worked in Soho for years, in the heart of the red light district, and despite the fact that I had stayed in hotels all round the world, I had never knowingly been approached by anyone offering anything remotely tempting
Which had always struck me as a bit surprising
The sex industry, it seemed to me, was badly managed, badly positioned and badly marketed
Especially the most basic sex industry - having sex with someone for money
Why? Because, frankly, I should have sex with a prostitute before. It would have done me a lot of good on occassion, and probably taught me a few things when I was young, and been better than watching porn or drinking alone in late night bars
But I hadn't. Because it was so badly positioned and marketed that the 'product' had never been 'positioned' in a way that that was attractive, timely or readily available
And what sort of service industry does not want to attract the high income, professional classes. Especially ones staying ibn hotels, on expenses?
Bad marketing
Whereas Santa was attractive, a very attractive Korean girl as it turned out, well positioned, in a nice flat in Chiswick, and well marketed, as my presence proved
And before you say, 'A Prostitute, Peter! How tacky' (as I know some of you will) let me tell you something
I had been married for 20 years
But hadn't had any marital sex for the last 12 of those long, long years (her call, don't ask)
And yet, despite working in the totally totty stuffed advertising industry, I hadn't had any affairs, one-nighters or knee tremblers with the many very sexy girl or women I worked with. None
And while all my peers ended up trading in their wives for younger models, or PAs more usually, I hadn't
I'd sat opposite gorgeous girls in Blues and they'd lean forward and look into my eyes and say, coyly.
"So, have you had many affairs, Peter?"
Which means, would you like one with me?
& "So, what sort of girl do you loke, Peter?"
Which means, do you want to fuck me?
& "So, what's you favourite position, Peter?"
Which means how do you want to fuck me?
And I hadn't
Because of my boys
And because I didn't want to mess with these lovely girl's heads
And because I was their boss, usually, so it wasn't fair
Not even when they then deep tongue kissed me at the table (Ali)
Or opened their shirts and asked me to suck their breasts (Wang)
Or just put their hand on my crotch under the tablecloth, and squeezed (Debbie)
Or just shoved their hand down my trousers, and squeezed (Sarah)
Or sat on my lap and said they wanted to fuck me right there, and then, in my office (Flip)
Admirable self restraint wouldn't you agree?
But helped by my libido being buried so deep that it was hard to get it to the suface at short notice, even with the help of a girl's warm hand
But now, divorced, I had my libido back. With 12 years of reserves in stock
Which perhaps explains something about Peterhero
And why I came to Santa's and sat sipping the wine I had thoughtfully provided with a beautiful Korean girl, having a Happy Xmas, and almost a Chinese New Year
And, after a while, there was a short, amicable negotiation and we go to the bedroom
And she unwraps her present to me
And I like what I see
And then she unwraps my present to her
And she like what she sees, a lot
(Editor's note: I have read that Korean men, on average, have the smallest penises in the world. So when a Brit man fucks a Korean girl it is like a Brit girl being fucked by a Jamaican or Congolese man (They vie for the other end of the league table). IE A Very Attractive Prospect. And when a Korean girl sees a well endowed Brit man, which I have been reliably informed I am, well....Lipsmacking it would seem)
So Santa starts doing something very pleasant to me
And then I start to doing something to her which she certainly seems to find very pleasant indeed
And lovely Santa is quite happy to go on long after the allotted time
Exceeding customer expectations, good marketing again
But eventually I say, 'I have to go' (football was starting, you understand)
And Santa says, 'Don't go, Peter, keep fucking me good'
Which did my ego no harm at all
And then, 'And stick your finger up my bumhole, please'
Which was an unexpected Xmas bonus
And Santa came again
Down her warm, wet, chimney
And I came too
We came
Together
Which is always nice
Holding her tight warm body
With her lush black hair on my face
And her tongue in my ear
And her small, perfect breasts on my chest
And my cock moving in her tight little pussy
And vice versa
And with one finger gently moving in her tight little arse
Which was lovely, if new territory for me
And I lost a lot of my sexual frustration
Ans little of my loneliness
Which is a good thing, as is the whole sex industry in some ways (I stress some ways)
A social service really, as Tessa Jowell pointed out
It costs the State less than the NHS
And it's not free at the point of delivery
But one always had the option of going private
And then I do go home, havbing missed the first half (0:0, so worth it) and I was feeling quite a lot better. No a LOT better
For I had given
And I had received
And it is better to give than to receive
And I had given even better than I had got
Which is what Christmas is all about
Isn't it?
Merry Christmas
peterhero x

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