"Beyond Appearances: Finding the Way".

Diary of Fernanda <unk> Tuesday, 23 October 2007.
Dear newspaper,
Yesterday was a very special day for me, I turned 20 years old. I had the opportunity to spend this moment surrounded by affection and friendship of the people I love the most. I went to my grandparents' house to celebrate the birthday. I was excited to meet my mother, my brothers, my grandparents, besides my dear childhood friends: Andreia, Patrícia and Ana Cristina. We took several pictures with my new camera. The party was simple, but full of love and friendship. My grandmother made the cake, she also prepared the saltines, cocinas, quibes and pasties. She had the soft drink I love (Fanta Uva).
The atmosphere was full of joy and smiles, and my heart was overflowing with gratitude. Spending my birthday with my family and my friends brought me a feeling of nostalgia for my roots. With them, we remembered so many funny stories and memorable moments we had together over the years. It's wonderful to know that I have such special people who have always been by my side.
During my stay at my grandparents' house, my phone kept vibrating, it's like this all day long, there are customers calling or texting wanting to do a million things with me in bed: <unk>If people know what I'm doing around, it's certain that they will feel disgusted with me. <unk> <unk> In the sigh of the old ladies, I made a request from the bottom of my heart. I wished that life would continue to provide me with moments like this, full of affection, laughter and true love.
Today, as I write in my diary, I feel so much gratitude and happiness. I am sure that the memory of this anniversary will remain forever in my memory. I close the entry in the diary with a heart full of love and peace.
Until one day, dear diary, because today, I have two clients.
It was Fernanda.
Diary of Fernanda <unk> Wednesday, 31 October 2007.
Dear newspaper,
I'm back after a few days of absence, I've just arrived from a meeting with Marcelo, a new client, I haven't had time to write a diary, I'm swamped with work, both in college and with my escort commitments.
Today is the last day of October, and it feels like the month has flown by. Last week was a real race between college classes and escort services. It seems like the days are going faster and faster, and I barely have time to breathe. College classes are getting more challenging, but also more interesting. Psychology is really my passion, and I'm excited to learn more and more about human behavior and ways to help people on their journeys.
However, the life of an escort also has its demands. Earlier, I had a date, his name was: Marcelo, green eyes, beautiful mouth, beautiful body. <unk>He was about 39 years old<unk>. We were the same height. He had a delta wing haircut. <unk>He was married, no children, but had a teenage stepdaughter. <unk>
Marcelo is a rich man, he was well dressed, social attire: beige shirt, pants and black shoes. He is a handsome, charming, intelligent man. It was our first meeting! We met in a renowned hotel in the central area of São Paulo.
Yesterday, when we spoke for the first time, Marcelo took an interest in my figure because of the photos on the escort website. He was a little too demanding, asking that it be with red painted toenails and fingernails. He had more demands! That I be dressed in red lingerie. I was also demanding in two things, asking for a top hat and hygiene, such as: bathing. He laughed and if he wants to answer. We had a pleasant conversation; we talked about other subjects, such as: daily life, business and travel.
Today, I woke up late, about 11:00 a.m., worked out at the gym, came back, had lunch at the nearest restaurant, then went to the mall, bought two sets of lingerie and three skirts.
I went back to the subway apartment and studied for two hours, giving me time to take a nap. When I woke up, I started preparing: I decided to take a long bath to relax and feel refreshed by listening to some music. I took the time to reflect on life. After the bath, I took care of my skin by applying moisturizer. I wanted to feel fragrant and hydrated. As a customer's request, I painted my toenails and fingernails red. This time I didn't have a manicure.
Clothes and gowns:
<unk> In order not to attract the attention of the college staff, I chose to wear a piece that I knew would make me comfortable but also appropriate for the college environment: a long black dress, inside of it, that emphasized my curves. I also wore a pair of sandals, which matched the dress and gave me a little less height.
After getting dressed, I ate dinner, brushed my teeth, did my makeup, combed my hair, picked up my purse and left the apartment. I took the subway to college. I attended two classes. Then I left college, took a taxi (cost later reimbursed by the client at the time of payment).
At the hotel, after being released by the receptionist, I took the elevator up to the ninth floor, and on the way up, I checked once more that everything was in order. I wanted everything to be perfect for this special date. I put on some discreet accessories, like earrings and a delicate necklace to complete the look. I looked in the mirror and smiled at myself. I was ready for the date and I felt that my confidence was high.
I knocked on the door of room 985 (he opened the door after ten seconds).
Extroverted and smiling, I said to her, "Hi, good night, how are you?"
He <unk> Lara?
Yes, it is I, Lara. Are you Marcellus?
Right, how's it going?
I feel great, my love.
We smiled and greeted each other with a strong embrace, where I felt his hands squeezing my butt. As soon as I entered the suite I walked to the sofa looking at everything. I could notice his gaze fixed on my person as we stood face to face. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face. I was flattered and a little embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze. I felt like a piece of steak on the plate. But I aimed to keep the professional posture.
Marcelo <unk> praised my appearance and size. <unk> Said that I was even prettier in person than in pictures. <unk> <unk> That made me a little clumsy, but at the same time, happy to know that my dedication to getting dressed for the date was paying off.
Before I sat down on the couch, I asked for some cold water. He was attentive to me, took from the fridge a small bottle of water, opened the lid, took a glass and served me when I was already sitting with my legs crossed. After serving me, he sat next to me on the couch and touched my leg, which was on top of the other one. I got chills! He repeated twice about my beauty. Thanking him paying attention to his perverted looks on my person, rs.
We paused for a few minutes before he picked up a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne to toast our meeting. The atmosphere between us was relaxed and pleasant. I was throwing charm at Marcelo, like: moving his hair, touching my thighs gently, looking at him with tenderness.
Dear newspaper,
I'll be quite clear in this narrative: Marcelo entered into a very strange conversation, commenting on his stepdaughter named: Gabrielle. According to him, she would be seventeen years old. Student, beautiful, green eyes. (He showed her photo in the Orkut profile). Marcelo unrolled was straight to the point. <unk>He said he had a crush on the stepdaughter, but he did not have the courage to get to her for two situations. Her mother, his wife. And the girl's fear that she does not like to talk to her mother or denounce him. <unk>
Looking at the photos of this Gabrielle, we had the same biotype: tall, thin, young, college-style. Also, we had the same skin tone, almost the same height and body, and I was a little bigger. There I noticed why the guy had hired me, he wanted a person, me, who was as similar as possible to his stepdaughter. Marcelo's request was clear; he wanted me to pass as his stepdaughter.
As a popular saying goes, "If it's raining, it's to get wet".
At first, I thought it was very strange, and it wasn't over, dear diary. Marcelo even brought pieces of his stepdaughter's used clothes for me to wear, such as: a pink T-shirt, white cloth shorts and, a little red lace panties.
As I write this text, I feel that humanity has no salvation.
It was just another challenging program for me. Excited, I asked Marcelo: What was her manner? <unk> What was Gabrielle like? The way she talked, the way she walked? <unk> He was shaping the characteristics of the stepdaughter so that I had a north. I paid attention memorizing as much information as I could absorb to realize the fantasy of the guy.
<unk> Studying psychology, I was able to observe the way he spoke, the way he expressed himself with his hands, and I came to the conclusion that Gabrielle was in great danger of being raped by her stepfather.
Then Marcelo showed me his stepdaughter's clothes, they were under the bed. Curious, I took the shirt and measured it to see if it fit me. The pieces were a little crumpled, I still smelled the perfume of the girl. Certainly, daily, the crazy stepfather got hidden in the basket of used clothes, that fucked up...
I asked him to wait, because I was going to change in the bathroom. When I entered and closed the bathroom door, the money of the program was under the sink with a rose on top of the bills and a bonus of one hundred and fifty reais. I counted the money and put it in the bag. Then I took off the sandals, then the dress, followed by the set of lingerie. I took advantage of the queue to take a bath without getting my hair wet. I urinated during the rain! After taking a bath, throwing away the girl's clothes, when it was time to put on the panties, I glanced at the sides and could not resist giving a little smell to the underwear. Daily, the panties had a little smell of urine. I took a towel from a waterbed. She passed the cloth in the clean area and I dressed up. I breathed deeply, hoping that she would not ask us to take a bath and had no sputum, and I left the bathroom and looked at the whole closet.
Leaving the attendance a little aside: I'm with both arms so purple that Marcelo squeezed in the act. The guy was too strong! I keep thinking... <unk> What's the routine of a man with an attraction for the stepdaughter? What a situation, man!
Gabrielle's clothes fit perfectly on my body, we have the same biotype, the same silhouette, according to Marcelo, she's 5'10".
Look how funny life is, I'm Fernanda, I walked into the suite as Lara, and I'll turn into Gabrielle. Aah! I came out of the bathroom dressed as a <unk>crazy haircut<unk>. A few more steps, I find a man sitting on the bed, with a white sheet, arching his waist, a champagne glass in his right hand. He looked at me, fixing his eyes. In a joke, I said to him smiling. <unk>From now on, call me Gabrielle. <unk>
I put more <unk>lenha<unk> on the <unk>fire<unk>. His look on my body was that of a shark looking at a seal. He left me embarrassed, not even blinking. His eyes were fixed on my body. <unk> Just remembering the stop, daily, gives cold in the spine. What did he think at the time?
I was showing off to the guy, showing him the clothes from every angle, I was embodying Gabrielle's. I even asked him if he liked it. "He said yes". Without further ado, I walked slowly, parading my body through the barefoot carpet to the bed.
I crawled up on the bed, my eyes fixed on him, as I approached the boy. We had foreplay! Marcelo was out of tune, out of control, took off my clothes, I mean Gabrielle's clothes, and only let me off my panties in a matter of seconds. By the time I noticed I was already lying on the bed with my legs open and being groped by strong, rough hands all over my body. He didn't waste any time positioning himself on top of me. The guy was much, much heavier, it looked like the client weighed a ton. He wasn't fat, but strong, defined arms, two tattoos, one on his left arm, and the other on his back. Ah, he wore a gold ring on his left ring.
Me: Dad, don't forget the condom, all right?
He smiled gracelessly and obeyed me. He cleverly put a condom on his stick and came over to me. At his request, I lay on my back. I felt his weight and a firm penetration not very pleasant in my "little boy". His penis was very hard. My hands were clinging to the pillow all the time while my body sank into the mattress. I felt a lot of discomfort and pressure in his penetration. Marcelo penetrated me with everything, strong, brutally. I was introduced to a furious penis that took my breath daily. He called me "little whore" and "piranha" several times. "I was saying; that's how I liked it. " What? What? That's how it was, that's how it was.
Now I don't know if it was for me or if it was for the stepdaughter. I had nowhere to run, I stood there feeling his rage, the rage of a man who longs for his stepdaughter. Sometimes I have a heavy conscience, but it's the bones of the trade. I know, a violent transaction from time to time is also good, but not all the time, because it hurts, scares and traumatizes. In other words: I felt (violent). It's a strange feeling. No, no, he didn't assault me, I know, it's in my head.
In two moments of the act, he called me Gabrielle. One when he bit my shoulder, and the other when he squeezed my neck. I confess I enjoyed it! I don't deny, it was good! But he didn't want me, I just borrowed my body. You have clients who like prostitutes to pretend to be waitresses, nurses, policemen, firemen, mothers, aunts, daughters, granddaughters, stepdaughters, madness of men's heads...
Not long after, every day, we changed positions, we made love to each other. This time, he did not penetrate me with the same intensity as at the beginning, but I was terrified when he squeezed my neck, my eyes began to tear and I almost fainted. In addition to my neck, Marcelo also squeezed my shoulders and hips, ensuring me continuous groans.
In the third change of position I sat on the edge of the bed, Marcelo stood holding my legs. Even tired and sweaty, he showed resistance. When I was penetrated, we fucked like in erotic movies. I had to restrain, hold my nipples, they swayed according to the movements of the client. <unk> At a certain moment of the act. Marcelo played with my pacifier, put and take. But this little game made him make fun of the condom with it inside me.
When the man let me go daily, my lady, I bathed my "little girl" with one hand, for she was "getting on fire".
Pause for rest. Standing up, Marcelo removed the condom from his penis and inside was full of fun. He made a knot throwing the condom in the corner of the bed. Then he took the glass of champagne and drank it all claiming to be thirsty. While to me: it seemed that a tractor had passed over my body. On the contrary: the plot is always the same, after reaching lust, Marcelo looked for the bathroom, took a while to return. He took a bath!
On his return, the stallion came back all wet, approached me slowly, climbed onto the bed and our breaths mingled, desire was evident in his eyes. He leaned towards me and our lips met in a warm kiss. The feeling was exciting, as if time had stopped around us. The kiss deepened, and we surrendered to the emotion of the moment. We wrapped ourselves in a warm embrace. The sound of our groans filled the air, making the moment even more special.
On the bed, the guy sucked me all over. Starting from the breasts where he tried licking and biting the nipples. I confess, I got a chill because he was licking looking at the bottom of my eyes. On the stomach, the same situation. His mouth was skillful and went down, down to my navel. Down, down until it reached my thighs. This whole process was completed with suckers on my "wet little girl". Then began the saga of moaning and body twisting, mine. The client made fun of me orally, daily, squeezing the nipples of my breasts. To close with excellence. My thigh. Diary. Let me say one thing: this is the part of the body that worries me the most. I take care of him the most and everything is always clean and neat.
We spent a while flirting and caressing each other lying on the bed. He was touching me. I was touching him on the stick and all over the body. Until out of nowhere, he asked me to stand on all fours. At the time I thought it was anal, but it wasn't. I obeyed him and stood in position, with the pillow on my face. Marcelo opened my buttocks, I felt my anus grow all over. He was touching my privates (cuckoo and kiss), fingered them, he looked like a gynecologist.
Then he asked me for an oral. I obeyed him. In this movement, he stood up on the bed and I knelt with my mouth at the height of the penis. I took him, moving him with my left hand in masturbation. With my right hand, I wrapped his testicles. They were big and beautiful. Then I went down to suck him, now looking at the stick, now looking at the client. The harder the lamp, the harder it got. At some point Marcellus forced my head, I even choked with saliva, and the penis stuck in my throat. In short, it was a fun saga.
A little later, I was "working" in the booth. Marcelo compulsively moaned, I watched him suck, I felt his penis vibrate in my mouth. I sucked him as if I were fucking. I also caressed his balls. A mixture of pleasure with satisfaction. After some time of oral, Marcelo gave himself to lust enjoying in my mouth. I dared in it, daily, playing with his enjoyment on the tongue, I did not swallow. In the end I spit it all out to let the fuck drain on my breasts spreading to the belly. His enjoyment had no smell, but it had a strong taste. What he was eating, right?
You need to see my daily state friend. All dirty with fun! Then I went to the bathroom to clean myself and spit the rest of the fun in the sink of the sink. I remember looking in the mirror and thinking: <unk> fucking Fernanda, you are a fucking crazy. <unk> Anyway, the conscience hit hard. In order for you to have a notion, daily, I had to take another shower, because I was with the body smelling fun.
It took me a little while to get back and when I got back to the room, Marcelo was talking to his wife on the phone, I stood by his desk while the bastard smoothed my tits looking at me. I was silent, feeling his hands caressing me. Finally, daily, Marcelo ended up freeing me with twenty minutes left to finish the program. I don't know what happened in the conversation with his wife. The program that was complete ended up without anal sex! Well, at least my anus got rid of the punches. I don't know, but something important happened for Marcelo to have left in a hurry even before me.
The client dressed quickly, then took the daughter-in-law's clothes and stuffed them in a bag, I sat naked on the bed smoking a cigarette and paying attention to him. I didn't even ask what had happened. Fuck! Each with his own problems.
He had hardly said goodbye to me when he left the suite, saying that he would call me later. Alone, I stayed for a while in the suite enjoying myself, sipping the delicious champagne. Then I put on my clothes, put on my sandals. In short, I got all dressed up to leave. I returned to the new home by taxi...
I close the journal with a sense of duty fulfilled, and for the first time, my body has been used to think of another person, my heart is full of peace. If this is my destiny, I feel that I must continue my journey with dedication and determination.
See you tomorrow, dear diary.
It was Fernanda.