Exeter Brothel

The sun was setting, the evening stars just beginning their ascent in the night sky, when I arrived at Exeter Brothel. Like a beacon, the red light beckoned, winking seductively as I made my way up the steps to the main door. From within I could hear the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter.

Once I had opened the door and stepped inside, I was struck by the atmosphere of the place. Despite the bustle of conversation and the occasional laughing fit, the atmosphere was one of reverence and anticipation. I took a few steps inside and immediately felt like I had been welcomed into a secret world; a dark and abandoned corner of the city that was full of seedy, forbidden pleasures.

I noticed that there were several women inside the brothel, although I couldn’t tell for sure how many of them were actually prostitutes. The ones I saw were dressed in revealing clothing and I could tell that they were all quite young. The rules of the Exeter Brothel were strict and it was forbidden for and customers to engage in any sexual activities inside the premises.

I wondered what kind of man would be brave enough to enter such a seedy establishment and then I saw him. He was a handsome, dark-haired man who was wearing a dark suit. His hair was neatly groomed and his eyes had a mischievous gleam. He was obviously a regular customer and I was immediately intrigued.

I quickly realized that the man was about to select one of the women for a private session and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He must have sensed my interest because he suddenly turned to me and smiled. “You look like you could use some company,” he said, motioning for me to approach him.

I was surprised by his boldness, but I was also feeling a bit daring, so I followed him up the stairs to one of the private rooms. Inside he offered me a seat and then he closed the door.

We talked for a while and soon I found myself opening up to him and telling him about my past. He seemed genuinely interested and before I knew it, our conversation had turned to more intimate topics. He asked me questions about my fantasies and I found myself responding more freely than I ever had before.

Suddenly, he was in front of me, his body pressing against mine. I felt myself melting into him as his lips met mine. His hands roamed my body like a master of pleasure as I let out a low moan. It felt like I was in a dream, my skin erupting in waves of pleasure as he kissed me passionately. His hands moved lower, exploring my curves and sending shivers down my spine.

He moved to the bed and I followed, my body now trembling with anticipation. He stripped off his clothes, revealing a body that was toned and muscular. He looked at me and I could see the hunger in his eyes. We lay down together and I let out a deep sigh as his hands explored my body. I closed my eyes and let his touch take me to a place I had never been before.

His mouth moved from my lips to my breasts, his tongue flicking each of my nipples in turn. His hands moved lower, down my stomach, until they eventually found their way between my legs. His fingers teased and teased until I was screaming out in pleasure. He then spread my legs and entered me, thrusting slowly at first, then faster and faster, until I felt like I was going to explode. Adrenaline rushed through my body and I felt like I had been transported to another world.

As he continued to move inside me, I knew that I was in the presence of an expert. Every thrust was precise and perfect, bringing me closer and closer to a screaming climax. When it finally came, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My entire being was overcome with pleasure and I was almost certain I had experienced a bit of heaven on earth.

As I lay in bed panting, I realized that Exeter Brothel was a place of wonder and delight. The atmosphere was one of sexual liberation, of freedom, and I was certain that I would soon be back to experience more of its delights.