Beyond Appearances: Finding Your Own Way.

Diary of Fernanda <unk> Tuesday, 18 December 2007. Dear newspaper, What a crazy end of the year. Yesterday, Monday, I had an unexpected encounter that left me soulless, almost stopped my heart. I couldn't sleep well that night thinking about what happened, and what might happen next, because it's harder to trust others. Fucking shit, I'm laughing at nervousness, laughing at my own misfortune. I'm drinking wine to relax. Stop screwing around, Fernanda and tell me right fucking now. It's that I went out with someone I know, daily. I met my former English teacher from Skill, Alex. By the way, no, he found me through the escort website. He hadn't seen us in five years. He hired me without me knowing who I was. We met at the Radisson restaurant, the most unusual date ever, and I can't believe I agreed to go along with this madness, but here I am, still alive, shocked, writing about the craziest episode since I got into prostitution. I'll be quite frank, daily. he, Alex, is a well-mannered man, despite his 59 years, still handsome. "I said that he is still married to Rosângela". (the director of that unit). I have so many things to write, I need to smoke weed, calm down and relax. I'm still afraid he'll open his mouth to the general. I'm in his hands. I thought of blackmailing him. Is it? I don't know. I came back, I smoked the staircase based on the balcony parapet, thinking, looking at the city, the cars, the people walking. His first contact was on Saturday, he texted me, "Are you available?" I said, "No", but only at night, because I was at another event. He texted me again after ten minutes, "What day were you available?" I texted the client, and he said, "Second, between 1 p.m. and 4:30 p.m". Finally, we made an appointment yesterday at 2 p.m. for an hour-and-a-half program, which lasted two hours. You see, he invited me to lunch with him, I accepted, and that was it. Yesterday, two hours before the meeting, Alex called my "work" number. And I, stupid, I didn't recognize his voice. He asked if the meeting was still on and if I was going. I said yes. I treated him like I treat everyone who calls me every day. The meeting point was the Radisson, Oscar Freire, just off Augusta Street. Not knowing that it was my former teacher, to me, it was more of a show than anything else. I took a shower, then I started the preparations, such as: cream, perfume, makeup and hair. I was wonderful in a white dress that showed off my beauty, three-quarter socks and a pair of heels, red color, which gave me an extra confidence. I completed the look, with earrings and a simple necklace, all jewelry. The taxi ride to the Radisson didn't take 10 minutes, and as soon as I arrived at the hotel, beautiful and wonderful, I drove straight to the hotel restaurant, our meeting place. I was curious to know who the customer was, and I recognized him right away, and I was beige, white, and cold in the back, and I didn't expect to find him sitting there, all handsome, dressed up, drinking wine, with no glasses, a shaggy beard, a few more wrinkles, and that was it. I was ashamed, daily, even more with this new reality in which I live. My heart almost stopped beating. I even thought of running. I only realized that I was my former teacher two meters from him. Too late. Before the meeting, we exchanged information, "what clothes we would wear". Alex was handsome, capricious, in clothes, wearing a gray suit, black T-shirt, pants and a pair of light brown shoes. Appearing the same seriousness as ever since the days of English class. Alex got up from his chair to greet me. We embraced quickly. It smelled. He knew that "Lara" was actually named Fernanda, his former student. I think my change of appearance has changed completely: hair, clothes, way of acting, of speaking, I don't recognize myself anymore, it's serious, without a frown. There, with him, I thought several times about running, but it was too late. The way was, stay, and face the situation. He politely asked me to calm down, to sit down at the table. I was paralyzed looking at him, it seemed that my heels had taken root in the ground. However, I obeyed him, when we finally sat down at the table. He looked directly into my eyes. I felt chills running through my spine. He kept looking at me without saying a word. My heart began to beat even faster. Who said I could talk? It was fucking! Despite the nervousness, I tried to stay calm, drinking some cold water, acting naturally. There was no way to escape. I let go and see how far I could get. I put my bag under the chair next to me, we talked like strangers. It turned out, Alex was super curious, trying to understand how I came to this profession, this reality. The truth came back soon after. "He asked about my current life". I didn't know where to put my face of shame. I looked to the sides. Down, except for him. I had to be honest and tell about my new career as a luxury escort. It was strange, difficult to reveal my secret to someone I already knew, who was once my teacher. However, I felt I could trust the man. From the beginning, he was understanding with me. <unk>He said that he first saw my photos in sexy poses on the website last week, and that he almost fell out of his chair when he recognized me. <unk>Revealing such surprise. And he said more, daily, it was the night of confessions. <unk>I found myself attracted to myself since the days of the English class. <unk> Everyday friend, you see, I had a teacher for me and I didn't know. After I heard his confession, I froze in my chair, I swear, because I never understood before. Alex always treated me well, was always polite to me, but never lacked respect. <unk> Life always surprises us, doesn't it? <unk> The chatter continued while we ate. We talked about Rosângela (his wife). They are still married and have two grown children. We also talked about his secret fantasies. "He asked if my 'little girl' was hairy or shaved? But in a discreet way, whispering so as not to attract the attention of the people around us. I couldn't even answer, I was blushed, ashamed, can you believe it? <unk> Alex's son of a bitch turned out to be someone else outside the school environment. He's a freak! <unk> He ate me with his eyes. He was eager to grab me, kiss me, accomplish everything that he couldn't in the past. I asked and almost begged him for total secrecy. He promised to keep my work secret, understanding the importance of privacy for me and my family. <unk> Seriously, with him I didn't know how to act with me, whether it was Fernanda or Lara. <unk> Even if you say that you will keep it a secret, still, dear diary, my heart is still racing and my hands are cold. I have no choice but to trust your word. Meeting my former teacher in these circumstances was an exciting, challenging and frightening experience at the same time. After a small mid-afternoon meal, he touched my hands for the first time, smoothed them, "commented on my beauty", we exchanged suggestive glances and malicious laughs. I knew he was no longer my teacher, just another one wanting to use my body for sexual purposes. I sensed him uncomfortable, stumbling over words, coiling up to invite me up to the suite. At the end of lunch, when I was paying the bill at the restaurant. Dear diary, I won't forget your face "bobon". That's all that was worth the meeting. Trapped, he made me the invitation touching my hands, "saying almost whispering, be excited". I gave a brief smile, then we got up from the chairs. I'd have made a lot of money if I'd made a deal with the manager of that hotel, because the daily rate is expensive. I hope Rosangela doesn't look at his credit card bill, rs. I can't explain it now, it was strange to meet him after five years, of course I didn't expect, the desire was already overflowing in him, and I, I was curious to know about his sexual performance, and that Mr. Alex had reserved for me. We walked together, hand in hand, through the hotel lobby to the elevator. We went up to the tenth floor alone. From behind, as we were going up, he hugged my waist and smelled my hair, "I think I'm beautiful", he didn't forget to rub my ass. Dude, I was all shivering, even in my worst nightmares, imagining that one day I'd fuck my ex-English teacher. When we got to the front door of the room, Alex leaned against the wall next to me. We had our first kiss. Luckily, we were the same size. In this exchange of caresses, he lowered his hand to my "little girl" and touched her over her dress. I confess, she got wet. Her breath tasted like wine, perfect for these occasions. I didn't want to be caught with him in the hallway. I contained his actions by asking us to come in. He obeyed me and we went in. As soon as we entered the suite, seriously, daily, I forgot that I was Fernanda, I turned into Lara, the luxury escort, the atmosphere became instantly warmer. "Alex said that his desire was to fuck me until fun". After that, we completely lost the shame and began to take off our clothes, starting the foreplay. The audacity was consuming me completely, and all I wanted to do was satisfy his naughtiest fantasies. We started with an intense kiss. His big hands ran across my intoxicated body while my tongue reached every corner of his mouth. Burning with desire, we got rid of the unceremonious shame in a mad desire to feel closer. Alex commented something about the time when we were student and teacher. But I don't remember exactly, it was something about fetishes. The intimacy grew with each kiss or touch. Little by little, he undressed me. Each piece taken off, a compliment. So he left me with only socks and heels. "He asked me for something". I asked what it was. "Let me kneel on all fours in a yellow chair by the window and the white curtain". I obeyed him and walked there. I stood as he asked me to, with my arms resting on the backrest. I dared and rolled a little, but he asked me to stop moving my ass. Instead, he started taking off his clothes and masturbating looking at me from behind. It was very strange to see him naked, hard-on, with the affection of a horny man. Alex touched my whole body! Then he opened my buttocks and kept smoothing my body until I stood still, staring at my femininity for a while without saying a word. I stood still and stared at the white wall in front of me. He called me, and I obeyed. I came down from the chair to the floor. At the client's request. I began to explore his body. Starting with oral sex. My tactic was to impress him. It was also strange to touch him, to see him excited. Alex had a hairy chest, except in the main area. Body without tattoos. His penis was a cake on the right side. It was clean, I would smell it before I put it in my mouth and play. Basically it was like this, daily. Alex standing up, and I crouched with my legs open, only in tights and heels. I sucked his penis, and I masturbated him without ceremony. I did the same in the balls. It revealed to me, "being conquering the realization of a dream". I remember, daily, I interrupted the oral, took his stick out of his mouth, faced him for a while, smiled, said something I don't remember and I sucked him again for a while. I sucked him holding his penis with one of them. Then with both hands and without them. I tried not to take my eyes off him. His expression of pleasure and admiration fed even more my audacious courage to suck him into my new reality. That man only failed to have a sudden illness. Hungry, but compulsively admitted, not wanting to settle quickly. He decided to stare at me in bed with delicious blowjobs, where we could explore a variety of positions. The room was filled with moans, (my) whispers and obscene talk, (his). I confess, "I gave myself completely to this uninhibited experience". Alex tried my whole body. He sucked my breasts, my feet, my thighs, my cheek, and we fixed a 69. It was amazing to watch him there, licking my anus, spitting on it, performing urination. When it was time to fuck, I dressed her "boy". We tried the classic "Mommy and Daddy" position. In contrast, she kept teasing me, rubbing her gland on my vagina lips, then on my ass, back into my vagina. But when she turned it upside down. Hummmmmm. He was very heavy, he wasn't fat, but he was heavy. He came into me with everything in one shot. Note 10. I felt my "girl" stretch all over and hold her rage. My body was sinking into bed. The penetration was "incendiaria" deep, but he quickly got tired. He was very thirsty to the pot, ihhhhh, rs. At his request, I didn't scratch it, so it wouldn't be marked on my back or shoulders, but I didn't want to do it every day, and for a while, we had sex in this position, in the "Mommy and Daddy" position, with him holding my hands. Tired and delaying ejaculation, he paused in the act for five minutes. He asked for my ass before we started again. I allowed him, but first, I got my coconut gel in my bag. He had to apply the gel in the region of my anus, (inside and around). Alex told me every nonsense to me, with the sayings: <unk>ah, your ass is beautiful<unk> or <unk>ah, I will fuck it a lot<unk> or <unk>ah, my dream has always been to fuck you<unk>. He started inserting very slowly. Hummmm. This anal was fast, taking me to the edge of pleasure and lust. During the act, he held me precisely on my hips. Then on my shoulders. He slapped me on my butt, "as if he was punishing me for becoming a whore". He pulled my hair. He licked my ear cursing me "whore". If I put everything that was said and spoken during the meeting, I will stay until tomorrow, because a little of everything happened. In short, Alex pumped it up to make fun and when he did, he kept fucking me for a while longer, only taking it off when his penis softened. <unk> I remember, diary, at the time I thought the following: <unk> Fuck, Fernanda, was he your teacher? <unk> Fuck... In the first few seconds after sex. I'm tired, he praises my person. "He commented on my body". "How I had developed in the years we didn't see each other". We talked while we were hunting. He served me some ice water and drank wine. Then I went to the toilet to urinate and take a quick shower. Alex went next, also took a shower. He came back with the towel wrapped around his waist. Anyway, when we met in bed, we became flirty. I sat with my back to the back of the bed masturbating his penis with my feet. "He said my feet are soft and beautiful". Then we exchanged positions, lots of kisses and caresses. Then it was a leap when I saw, I was sucking his penis, looking at him, staring at him all hungry. Alex told me so many things. "He said my lips were soft". "He said my kiss was delicious". The man was chatty. Then I licked his balls, then he moaned for real, while my hand caressed his member in masturbation. From oral, we jumped to sex. This time he put on the condom. I was on top of him riding my vagina on his penis, no longer using my heels using my feet in the movements. He held my butt and pumped me for a while! I enjoyed him first. He sucked my breasts, but he really liked to kiss me. And after a while fucking me; "He asked to fuck me again in Mom and Dad". I obeyed him and we changed positions right away... I lay down on the bed with my legs open and ready for him, and Alex came over and settled under my body, and then I felt his penis go into my "little boy", and I hugged him on the back, and I took several nice shots as I writhed and groaned in ecstasy. Alex did not escape the second ejaculation. He deliberately enjoyed moaning. As he lay down next to me, we started laughing, he kissed me and looked into my eyes with a passionate look. My heart raced, daily, I was confused, I had a lot going on in my mind. Being with him there, naked, fucking in bed, was not in my plans. We didn't stop, daily, he still had "gas". From bed to bathroom. He was sticky, didn't let go of my body, his fingers looked more like tentacles, at a certain point that was bothering me. It didn't change during the shower, always stuck to me, it was like a "cartilage" in contact with my body. We explored every nook and cranny of that bathroom, from the booth to the toilet, he sat down, and I was "riding" from the front (vaginal), then from the back (anal), our moans were deafening, he kept grabbing my breasts, every surface became a tempting invitation to surrender to pleasure. I thanked him, told him to shut up and eat me. He smiled and we continued in the brothel for a while more. Our bodies melted into one flame. Every movement was instinctive and full of desire, despite everything, I was having fun, and I did not know that my former English teacher, had a crush on me, more than I could ever imagine. The forbidden was echoing in moans. Time began to "fly". The show started at 1:30, stretched to two hours. Man, I literally forgot the time. Also, my fault. In the rush, I forgot to set the clock, aff. Before we could realize it, we were exhausted, but completely satisfied. Alex asked to make fun of my face, but I reminded him of a detail. When we talked by text, negotiating the show, we agreed to ejaculate on my breasts. I let that pass, diary, and I authorized it. As his ejaculation approached, I knelt, and Alex stood on the bed, moaning, masturbating his member close to my face. Finally, he mocked, spitting his lust on my face, nose, lips, without touching the inside of my mouth. Alex rubbed his dirty stick on my cheeks. When he stopped. I spread his mockery all over me, going down my belly to my thighs. A quick suck on the head of his dick and let it go at once. I remember his rapid breathing, his smiles, his whispered words, our embracing as we recovered from the intense moment, we took a shower, the after-bath was a celebration, Alex ordered a bottle of ice-cold champagne, it took five minutes for him to arrive, the waiter served us and sent us out of the suite with a nice tip, we drank on the couch, dressed in bathing suits, talking about trivial things. His words: "Next time, Nanda, show up in school clothes". I replied <unk> <unk> So we'll have a second date? <unk> First he smiled, then he smiled back and said, "Why not?" I told him I was waiting for his next contact. We talked for a short while. I was curious to know who in the class had completed the English course. He told me this. He said that only eight of the twenty-five who started had completed the course. I was not one of those who completed the English, daily. My mother could no longer afford the tuition. It was very sad that I left the course. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff... As we drank, Alex, my former teacher, he was giving himself away. I didn't know he was so crazy for the girls, daily, but not only for me, for Natalia, Thais and Ligia. Friends from Skill's time. Great revelations for one intense night. After that program ended, I put on my dress, put on my heels, and received my allowance, with a bonus of $100. "Alex promised future repeats". He came to the door with me, opened it, we parted with a long kiss on the mouth. He held me by the waist in this kiss touching my butt. I gave him a slight push and rolled out of the room straight into the elevator. He stared at me from a distance for about ten seconds and locked the door. Sniff. I can't deny that this experience was unexpectedly pleasurable. Boldness has brought us closer together than I could ever have imagined. Maybe Alex and I will resume this forbidden fire at some other time, but for now, I'll keep these daring moments in my diary, where only you and I will know how bold I really am. I close this diary entry with conflicting feelings, but also with a sense of relief at telling the truth to someone who was important in my life, and I hope that our meeting will not cause any future complications. See you tomorrow, dear diary. It was Fernanda.