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Dear good people of this earth,
Occasional lurker here for some time (good stuff!)... hope you'll forgive me for starting a new thread instead of bringing this up in STD Talk.
I was a 25 year old virgin until this past Friday, when I gave it up with someone I'm assuming is a regular working girl. I could spend ages discussing the details that led up to the event, but the deed is done and I'm just trying to mitigate the consequences if any.
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Just as the sun was half-way through with it's disappearing act for the day, I found myself standing butt naked in a darkened room belonging to one of the town's "swankier" establishments. After realizing I had been catfished (I did make a point to ask beforehand!), she had me horizontal and before you could say chottomatte! covered me up with what appeared to be an unwrapped (but clearly unused) condom (more on this later) and proceeded to blow me.
Next:
-I couldn't get an erection to save my life (nerves or too much porn!)
-she appeared to be using a scrunched up tissue to control her saliva
-we tried putting it in
-I wasn't big at all and she was most definitely the opposite of tight
-attempted various positions to no avail
-she removed the condom and applied a ton of lotion before stroking the bishop, which definitely got me a little more excited
-asked if I could finish inside
-she said she had no more condoms
-and put the used one laying next to us back on (God only knows on the right side!)
-when she realized I was serious about finishing inside, she went over to the table and took another unwrapped condom (sounded like it was in a box with a magnetic lid)
-went in missionary... I was still limp during climax but felt pretty good nonetheless (maybe it was all of the pressure she was applying by holding on to the base of the condom!)
-asked her if she got tested recently to which she just smiled (as you would!)
-asked her for her name but she once again just gave a sly grin
-she was definitely Japanese (once again having consumed a ton of porn, I know my physiques... after I came we also discussed depression in the kind of detail that would bemuse any Korean, Chinese)
-was given something to clean my tallywhacker with afterwards after which I got dressed and quickly walked out of the room
-I noticed, laying next to the cash I had brought, a large stack of small sachets (the ubiquitous manner in which Japanese drug companies often package their pills instead of i.e. blister packs)
-we didn't shower before the act and I didn't until much later that evening
-before meeting-up, she said she was not a "trader" (escort?) and therefore her services were done after finishing once (no fixed time could be set)
-still convinced I was negotiating with her handler on the app
-I've checked her profile page in the days since and it appears she or the person I was texting with is in a different city almost every day!
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STDs
my dermatologist who I frequent a lot, also doubles as the local urologist so that should make for an awkward visit.
Unless y'all think I'm being paranoid, I'm going to get test for HIV a month from last Friday. I check-in to the public health center for counseling every month and the place they run the free the tests for HIV, Hepatatis is on the floor below me.
I can live with the psychological damage of knowing I lost my V card to a stranger (my life was a shithole already), but I'm not sure I can live with another physiological ailment like HIV. Being the obsessive-compulsive that I am, I've already spent countless hours researching how at risk I am; I realize I should be alright...
What's the field prognosis on this one guys and gals? Any major red flags???
Occasional lurker here for some time (good stuff!)... hope you'll forgive me for starting a new thread instead of bringing this up in STD Talk.
I was a 25 year old virgin until this past Friday, when I gave it up with someone I'm assuming is a regular working girl. I could spend ages discussing the details that led up to the event, but the deed is done and I'm just trying to mitigate the consequences if any.
--------------------------------------------------
Just as the sun was half-way through with it's disappearing act for the day, I found myself standing butt naked in a darkened room belonging to one of the town's "swankier" establishments. After realizing I had been catfished (I did make a point to ask beforehand!), she had me horizontal and before you could say chottomatte! covered me up with what appeared to be an unwrapped (but clearly unused) condom (more on this later) and proceeded to blow me.
Next:
-I couldn't get an erection to save my life (nerves or too much porn!)
-she appeared to be using a scrunched up tissue to control her saliva
-we tried putting it in
-I wasn't big at all and she was most definitely the opposite of tight
-attempted various positions to no avail
-she removed the condom and applied a ton of lotion before stroking the bishop, which definitely got me a little more excited
-asked if I could finish inside
-she said she had no more condoms
-and put the used one laying next to us back on (God only knows on the right side!)
-when she realized I was serious about finishing inside, she went over to the table and took another unwrapped condom (sounded like it was in a box with a magnetic lid)
-went in missionary... I was still limp during climax but felt pretty good nonetheless (maybe it was all of the pressure she was applying by holding on to the base of the condom!)
-asked her if she got tested recently to which she just smiled (as you would!)
-asked her for her name but she once again just gave a sly grin
-she was definitely Japanese (once again having consumed a ton of porn, I know my physiques... after I came we also discussed depression in the kind of detail that would bemuse any Korean, Chinese)
-was given something to clean my tallywhacker with afterwards after which I got dressed and quickly walked out of the room
-I noticed, laying next to the cash I had brought, a large stack of small sachets (the ubiquitous manner in which Japanese drug companies often package their pills instead of i.e. blister packs)
-we didn't shower before the act and I didn't until much later that evening
-before meeting-up, she said she was not a "trader" (escort?) and therefore her services were done after finishing once (no fixed time could be set)
-still convinced I was negotiating with her handler on the app
-I've checked her profile page in the days since and it appears she or the person I was texting with is in a different city almost every day!
-------------------------------------------------
STDs
my dermatologist who I frequent a lot, also doubles as the local urologist so that should make for an awkward visit.
Unless y'all think I'm being paranoid, I'm going to get test for HIV a month from last Friday. I check-in to the public health center for counseling every month and the place they run the free the tests for HIV, Hepatatis is on the floor below me.
I can live with the psychological damage of knowing I lost my V card to a stranger (my life was a shithole already), but I'm not sure I can live with another physiological ailment like HIV. Being the obsessive-compulsive that I am, I've already spent countless hours researching how at risk I am; I realize I should be alright...
What's the field prognosis on this one guys and gals? Any major red flags???
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