The Red Light District

For much of the afternoon I had been checking out the scene from the window of our guesthouse while I worked. It wasn't even necessary to get up from my desk chair to look down out the low ledge of the window frame. A simple glance away from the computer screen was all it took to see the single door entrance to a building across the street that was flanked with neon red on both sides. We were apparently staying within a portion of the Red Light District in Amsterdam.



I had decided to make use of my time, drawing on the city's energy if you will, and the cozy 2nd floor accommodations we happened upon with decent wireless internet fit perfectly into the plan. The window from our place had a perfect view of long windows lit up all day long across the street in red florescent, and with workers in them.

Earlier in the day, amongst the women I had been watching from our guesthouse, at least one of them was definitely a female. She wasn't terribly attractive from what I could see, gut protruding a bit as should stood there in a dark-colored bikini. The other one to her right was also tall, carried a large frame, had tits, and a nice lump in her speedo g-string that she kept readjusting.

Noticing the unique line of organized (and quite) gainful employment occurring there throughout the day, I found myself becoming curiously interested in their line of work, which I soon learned was standing in that window, and playing the numbers game. And, you wouldn't believe how much play these two got from men even if you had witnessed it yourself. One of them wasn't even a female..

I got the feeling, if only for the briefest of moments, what Ancient Greece may have been like, where no line went uncrossed when it came to sexual desire.

Keep the faith.