Silicon smoking room

The series was released in 2015 on the channel HBO, it has five seasons and tells about the difficult life of the inhabitants of the actually existing Silicon Valley (or, as the people say, Silicone Valley: It’s all about similar words Silicon – silicon, semiconductor material that is used in the creation of various devices, and Silicone – actually, silicone) – places clogged with companies creating modern devices related to electronics.

A TV-project shows the difficulties that the main character has to face when creating your own company from scratch, based on its breakthrough technology. It is known that the creators consulted with real developers and immigrants from successful startups. Moreover, their fictional formula of data compression coefficient was adopted by scientists.

The series is literally stuffed with various terms from the world of technology, but this does not interfere with watching it and those who do not know anything about it – the benefit, humor is aimed at a wider audience. For example, in one of the series, the characters seriously think about how to satisfy all men sitting in the hall as quickly as possible and this helps to improve their project, and in another tens of thousands of people watching a live broadcast of how a person cannot choose from the cave and is going to drink his urine, while the characters with all their forces support the stability of the stream, for which they have to pierce the wall.

P.WITH. I recommend for viewing either in the original or in voice acting from Cube in Cuba (Unfortunately, the fifth season, due to legal problems, this studio can no longer translate).

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I personally knew about the existence of such salons for a long time, and I had no interest in them, with the exception of mucking from the very legal loophole, according to which such services live – there is massage? Eat. There is no penetration? No. So everything else is only a bonus, and quite in the framework of the legality.
And so it was all, until back in 2017, I accidentally saw one magnificent, and now an archivated thread on the dual about these salons, for the authorship of a stereotypical 30-year-old virgin who decided to fix his life, but for the first to go to a prostitute.

And yes, his story was really very attractive, just like that of Stig – but the key moment was assured for me personally that the salons are an intermediate element between prostitution as a carnal service, and normal relations as moral. Rather, as a prostitute, according to the stories of the same Dvachevan (I did not go) it is when the girl puts the timer, and within the framework of this timer spreads her legs with absolute cheerism, waiting for the treasured beep. And all the conversations, if you are conducted, then only to pull the time of this very timer, and not to do what the money has been paid for.
The “absence” of this bribed me as an idea, in fact. That there are establishments where intimacy is not to masturbate about the girl, but a certain place where you are corny treated as a person, and you can take a rest in the environment of a sweet woman, who, although of course, will just pretend, but the look that you are interesting to her. I wanted to, to be honest, and not fuck. But, this is how I forgot about it, in general, until one summer Saturday, when the lack of a female body nearby, even thwarted the roof. “We need to urgently decide it” I thought, and at the same time I was going to check if it was all cloudlessly in these salons.

The most sane by reviews. Cool, almost in the center of Kyiv. Well, let’s go. I came to place … and wandered about 20 minutes. The geolocation salon was in a residential building right near the entrance, but there was nothing like anywhere and close. Well, you know, in general. Having scored for anonymity, I called from the main phone to the number from the site, and they told me how to get through. It turned out that there is one inconspicuous metal door on which an Asian girl was contouring – without identification marks and entrance as such. Oceei. I called the call, the door was opened by the administrator. We walked through a dark room with red neon backlight, during this time I was asked what I came once, and what kind of set I will take.

And here the first, in fact, has the common thing for the whole Kyiv – the prices on the site are always lower than in fact. I don’t know what it caused, but it was written that the minimum program costs 800 hryvnias, and then – by increasing. Minimum, if that, this is when you can’t touch the girl in principle.
I understood price questions as if in advance, so I took a thousand from the card … And it was no more, if so. Only a thousand for everything about everything. And then the administrator tells me the following:

“Minimum program 900, mutual massage – 1200”. And I have a thousand. That is, so that you understand-I don’t know where I have come and what will happen next, but I know for sure that the university scholarship in this country is ± 700 hryvnias, ordinary prostitution comes from 300, and here they ask me for 30 minutes of Hanjoba, without the opportunity to somehow touch the girl. Well … well, okay, you still should try. I took a minimum, went on. Three girls took to choose from, and I immediately slept like an exciting sucker, who came for the first time, at all efforts to express my eliminability. Okay, drove. I chose the one that I at least somehow liked-a girl of a pleasant appearance of 23-24 years old. In the form of those who know who are instagram* with a couple of thousands of subscribers, not my type is not at all, but the rest were even more doubtful.

The chosen lady brought me to TRSports a very spacious room, with a low double bed and muffled lighting. Called right away. Says – “Go to the shower, I will be in a couple of minutes”. So, neither give nor take. No emotions, no conversation … We didn’t even say hello so. It’s like they are breaking through the bread at the box office, but somehow at the same level it all happened. I felt some kind of nybalovo, but still began to undress. Where to run?
Dowed, climbed into the shower. I washed back right before leaving the house, but since people from Dvach said that I still need to wash, it means that you have to wash. It’s cold, I’m all lost at all, I don’t even see hot water. Ah, here. I went, excellent. Damn, you stand naked and wash in a place about which 15 minutes ago I did not know elementary. There is no question of relaxation. Bam, and here the young lady came, as soon as I climbed under the water – well, let’s get out. By the way, she was already naked, and entering, turned off the main lighting in the room – now only the red neon lamp remained. I get out sideways, so as not to physiologically sleeping that I am shy (haha bitch, you understand, like a dick pressed in general))))))))), and in the meantime it will whistle an oilcloth on the bed.

Says “Lie down on the stomach, legs in breadth”. I go to bed, and she … and she goes and turns on the music on the column standing on the coffee table. And then I even fucked up. Not only did the music play a little louder than a normal person needed to relax, but it was also not an emphasy … It was a Russian rap. Loud Russian rap. The most thing is to get a buzz.
Normally, let’s go further. Then I feel a strong touch to the ankle with an oiled hand, which began to get up a little higher to caviar and hips. In general, yes, the girl clearly went through massage courses, and it was very pleasant, I don’t even want to deny.
Only do not understand wrong, there was no excitement in this. You lie on the floor, something that you can’t even see, and and only with your hands (at that moment I waited for me to fall on me with my whole body, well, like in a pronoun. I would not have come there if this was not in the program).

And at the same time, another mistake that I made – I went there tired. Although, as it were, such places are recommended to visit those who want to “relax after a hard working day”, but I did not understand this topic at all. I was tired for that day, and very much, and for a very pleasant ordinary massage, I just wanted to fall asleep. Like this. Zero erection, zero thoughts on business – only a desire to plop into sleep and forget about everything. And this is strange. Well, here, it seems, it seems to be near a beautiful naked girl, but I want to laugh, because anything goes into my head, but not that nearby. Like in memes. Well … well, nothing! Here it will turn over me with my whole body, then I will wake up in all parts of my body! You just have to wait ©.
And I waited for the time being fun. But it did not become. And then she says: “Turn over”. Just one word. All these 30 minutes before that were in pure silence, under the fucking howls of fucked Russian rap.

I turn over on my back, and immediately a loud “Well, your mother, a loud. “. Well, hello Mr. is sluggish, have not seen each other for a long time … In fact, they never saw each other, and this drove me even more. Yes, I was very afraid for a very long time and very much in front of a girl with a member that had not risen. Welcome to the implementation of another fear.
Yes guys, I already felt fucked. To lie with a “whistle” in the ceiling in front of a generally beautiful girl who really tried to hide the disgust, but she did not succeed. Well, yes, Velkam, Velkam. Okay, poher – now a funny part will begin, and there I am already rehabilitated.

And then the second fucked up-I felt that my long-suffering member someone touches. And what did I feel because of this? Pain. Only pain. Yes, guys, four operations underwent, and by that time it was still painful for me from touching the pussy. So that you understand that until the fourth operation I have limped. Just fucking limp with pain during ordinary walking.
And this pain is the only thing I feel. If not for the Russian rap, then the room immersed in silence (after “turn over” the girl did not make a word!), would fill the sounds of hissing through their teeth, like those that people emit with burns. But I just crumbled a member.
And yes, that’s all – nothing was stupid except.

This is the main point. Here I am lying on my back, on the oilcloth, on the bed, in the dark room. A naked girl sits nearby … and just chemists something with my hands with my member. So. Due to the lack of lighting, even the silhouett is not really considered, not to mention the nudity, beauty of the face or figure. That is, how would I tell you … it just does not technically excite. In general, what a girl you choose, in this environment you do not see her. And even fucking, you don’t feel, because only hands are in contact with you with you. This is the fucking level of the same “stranger” when you sit your hand, and then jerk off it, imagining that it is someone else that does this to you. Here is one to one, I won’t fuck.
Only it hurts me. And you understand what the joke is still-I spent a total of about four hours of life in the same position on operating tables, in the gloomy walls of the hospitals, under the gaze of inadequate doctors. Association from sensations is the same. I don’t feel calm. I am lying, and waiting for a bitch to work Lidocaine, otherwise the guys, it hurts.

-So, stand. – I stop.
-M?
-Listen, it won’t work. I can’t relax.
-Yes, here I see)))
-“Fucking fucking cheerful. ” -Listen, you are … the only way you continue, or you will go to me with your body?
-… uh? Ah, Ha, no! What are you? This is the only way.
-..
-.
-..
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-Enough … it’s useless. Let’s just lie on my stomach again, and you will continue the usual massage, okay?
-OK.

And I rolled over again. Yes guys, it’s full fucked. You need it or the Spanish shame, but I just took something inside at that moment and died. Everything went so much in the vein in which I was afraid of this in the worst nightmares as it could. I wanted to sob. It is real to be a lump and cry. But nothing. I just lay face in the bed while they continued to crush me, and did not even blink all this time. No thoughts, no options about what to do next. I just thought what the fuck I fuck. What a sucker, what a bitch is a schmuck, how it happened, how I want to fall underground so that no one ever sees or hear. This is a fiasco.

The timer rang, she said that everything. I got out of bed, and only observed how she, again saying a single extra word, just took it and left the room. The soul was cocky. I realized that we have been living in different worlds with that dwarves. From such a campaign, he began his personal life, and I ended all the self -esteem to himself. He came across a girl with whom he felt like someone, and I came across a factory hard worker, after which I felt at all at all. Washed, dressed, with a sullen face left the building, at the entrance barely squeezing out of himself “for now”, and simply went towards the center, bypassing the subway.

Conclusions? Well, I made them. And, oddly enough, very positive and very useful in this case. I don’t know if someone is needed if the main story from which you get me to rise for another six months ahead, but if someone is interested in why I have become more confident after this day-10 advantages to this comment, and I will add a small DLC.
Now just such a porridge in my head is already.
In short, I will only say that at least somehow worrying about that situation I stopped after half an hour, although it was quite difficult to write this text now. Not so much because it is personal, but because the guys, indeed, had to recall the fact that for almost 20 years of my existence it became the most dick and shameful case in my intimate life. This complements all the cherry on the cake – for this I also paid.

* The activities of the parent organization META are recognized as extremist and prohibited in the Russian Federation

I do not know what the dick you are sailing me to your eughopian love, where is I, why I have to draw something, but so it is ..

Many thanks to everyone for understanding and support, although in the end I said that there was no negativity left by the end of the day. Now you still need to clarify.

Firstly, I have such an idea of ​​life-and, by the way, far from last, thanks to the blogs of SG and smokers in particular-that everything that is purely technically lends itself to correction is not considered a problem at all. If you can get together with thoughts, raise the ass from the sofa and solve the situation, then for me these are just temporary difficulties.
Here is a paralytic disability, dementia, unexpected death – this is really scary, and even so people still manage to live and overcome. Not that I want to take the position of the level “Thank you for not pissing”, but, on the contrary, the more options to solve the issue, and the less time it will take, the less this thing is to be afraid. And there were enough options for the described story.

Secondly, in fact, “afraid” is generally a doubtful thing. You know, with many (and, unfortunately, not with all) things that scared me, at one moment I just had to take and stand face to face. And of those with whom it turned out, over the past five years, not a single fear has been justified as a really deserving in front of him. Seriously, absolutely every such episode that I was afraid of as a fire, after he was happening, did not seem to be breaking life-on the contrary, the state of eternal fear before this fear affects the psyche much worse than the realization of this very fear.
That’s really. Of course, not everything can just be taken and immediately overpowered, but if there is an option to turn yourself and survive what you are afraid of, it is very great the chance that you will cease to be afraid. Checked, at least, yourself.

Well, in the third – from the words of other people their stories usually seem much tougher than they themselves are in fact. Seriously, here you tell me that I have fierce stories, and I myself still listen to people, with a calm face telling things from which my soul goes into heels. They survived this, it is not scary for them, and damn it – maybe they just dramatize. All this also needs to be taken into account and worried. There, Vika will not let you lie that the term “psychopathic excitement” is strongly tied to this.

And these three points in total strongly influenced what happened further after the cabin. I re -read what I wrote yesterday – I don’t want to hide it, I really know how to print the words so as to cause a certain reaction from the reader. And by the way, here I did not seem to have too much went too far with dramatization, regarding the actual. But taking into account the above in the same message, you need to understand that this condition has lasted … about five minutes, or so. Yes.
It was very much saved that by the time of the campaign I still had some experience with girls who made it clear that what happened- This is wrong. I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had never been holding the handle before, and in fact I didn’t even want to imagine, but in reality it became crystal clear that everything should be wrong.
And so, literally behind the door of the salon, a swarm of thoughts began, which, oddly enough, did not drive into a self -digging, but on the contrary gave more reasons to correct the situation.

“Hehei, you really just found yourself with a bought pistrun in front of a naked unfamiliar girl who made you the most cherry handjob from all for your money. Agree, it all seemed much worse in my head.”

With this thought, I began to go more confidently and more purposefully, drawing conclusions from the incident.
“Firstly people, look less porn. Otherwise I was jerking off, damn it. Secondly-a bitch, now cut off on the nose, that if you have an intimacy, then do without loads ” – And several of these minor things, which, of course, have the property of violating with:

But from the fact that I do not intend to violate, and the most important of all conclusions was that I will not give a penny anymore for physical intimacy with women. Not hryvnia. And the question is not even redness, but that understanding that … well, damn it, before I managed to some extent to receive from the girls what I was for joy, and absolutely free. It’s real, never invested in his memory in “intimacy”, simply because it contradicts the very idea of ​​intimacy for me. And received. “For this”.
And then he paid a decent amount of money, and the fire of a fucking cat in a bag. That is Hello, this is not even a product in the store for which you paid! I gave the money quite objective, and in return gave the game – and the same Dehren stories. Why then at all to regard this as an option? For what?

I just took it, and threw out of my head this rudimentary element of life, which was previously interested in. I used to be interested, but now it is not at all interested. After all, it’s better, it’s better than if I had been imbued, and then I would go there with each salary, yeah. And yes, I said that after half an hour I let go-well, so far, I was in the desire to rehabilitate myself in the desire to rehabilitate, I went and talked with a girl half an hour after leaving the cabin, who was not particularly inferior to that masseur. I just went to meet in the center, and met. FOR FREE. Even though our acquaintance ended on that evening (the girl contrary to beauty turned out to be damn boring and uninteresting. Alas.), the very fact that I actually have enough for such things and my own skill, made it clear that there is no problem as if there were no problems. I just tried a thing that did not go. Therefore, everything is really good.

In general, thanks to the guys of course, but you just keep in mind that Kulstori that I tell you do not reflect my quality of life. What happens globally with her after moving to Kyiv is really a luxury that not every peer can afford, and for this I am seriously grateful to whom I can only. The last six months have been the most calm and pleasant for, perhaps, all teenage youth, and most of all it is pleased that it is all exactly to the same extent that the consequence of a case in which the fruits of hard work, which at one time was not even believed in the compensation of. It really works, people. Pash -> you get. Life has not yet been able to dissuade me that in each of us there are enough strength and ability to make our life as he would like, and therefore, if someone is experiencing something discomfort-it’s time to try to get rid of it. It turns out, the bazaar. I love you

Thanks for your comment, Andrei and Strelka. Thank you at once, because you can answer everything in one way, but I don’t want to stretch traffic:

All this was relatively long ago (beginning of summer), and there was no unpleasant precipitation and there was no close. On the contrary, I say, even in the context of your wishes, my current situation is closer than that story above. However, I won’t speak the GOP, I have already broken a bunch of once on this occasion – and let your wine insist on, over time it will only be better)

The same applies to the cube – he always believed that of the twenty -game, “Lol” fell more, because things that I regard how really terrible have not happened to me for a very long time. Yes, it did not happen at all, if you look at that-this is more and more ironically-lulzovo than sad. And that is why, perhaps, I share them, because, contrary to, it would seem, depressive raid, I would not tell any of my Kulstorye if I could not have an end to this myself. All according to the high. Hoy!