You will think I’m crazy but it’s true – I couldn’t tell my wife about the fantasies I had in sex. We were happy in marriage but she was too conservative to understand my secret desires. During the long years of being together we had only traditional sex that became a routine with no sexual games, flirting and foreplays – just a five-minute coitus in the same pose every time, once a week. She seemed like fully uninterested in this, so she would never understand my wish to play with leather whips, latex underwear, handcuffs and some roughness. Now I am sixty years old and finally want to feel the pleasure I always dreamed about, and wanted to hire some escort girl to make this come true.
I picked up a lady form one Kiev escort agency, they advised me a couple of girls, they liked to dominate in sex and could do it well. I picked up a blond haired girl with curvaceous shapes, not very young as I wanted her to fit me and be experienced enough. I booked a hotel room and we arranged a meeting in the hotel bar. She talked very softly and looked very feminine, so I was surprised when she turned to aggressive mistress in our hotel bedroom. She made me standing on my knees while she was taking off her coat that hided her naked body in tiny black leather underwear. She ordered me to turn my back upon her and then I felt a few slashes of her whip on my lower back. Her voice was loud and commanding, if I didn’t obey her orders, she slashed me harder, shouting obscene words. A pain sensation together with unusual arousal came to me, and my body began to respond on each her lash or yell. This was amazing feel of desire, mixed up with pain and curiosity what will be the next. 
I wanted to touch her breasts, to leak the nipples, but she beat me each time I moved towards her body. After some time she came to me and began to play with my nipples, squeezing them with her hot finger tips painlessly but not too much. She licked my body, smacked my butt and finally entered me from the back with strap-on. I dipped my face into the pillows to damp my shouts, as I was at the highest peak of pleasure. She moved faster and faster, and I felt no pain any more, only the endless joy. This was like never before, I even didn’t imagine I could feel this in reality.
After all this finished, my mistress became sweet and tender again. She wore her usual mask of elegant lady and went away from my hotel room. This was sensual, unforgettable and extremely hot experience!