Holidays in a holiday town, with all the beach baddies strutting their stuff...and no broths within a 6 hour radius. How the hell do the locals cope with a rampaging libido and nowhere to go?

I once booked an hour with a slender lady in a full body stocking. She asked if I wanted her to leave it on or take it off...of course I said off. She must have had banding surgery at some point and had a lot of excess skin, which was quite a surprise. Bet it's a daily thing for literally every SWer

Wistful: recalling the perfect few hours with the bordello Cinderella who quit after a shift and a half and took off with a significant chunk of my heart...good times.

Walk of shame out the door when the girl you really want to book is the receptionist....

In the intro of my second ever parlour visit, I met a girl so fine that I basically chased her out of the room and past the queue of girls waiting to intro. Very embarrassing when I eventually understood my faux pas... Still, a standout session and my first 'regular'. Sigh.