Spent all day smoking fat jays in my hot sunny pool (after five Weetabix), watched Waiting (I fucking loved the Bat-Wing manoeuvre). After-dark ventured outdoors and soon returned with one of the hottest chicks I've EVER been with- a honey-skinned 22 year-old angel from Sukhothai. Drank a bottle of Moet together then, after chowing down on her sweet shaven box for a delicious tounge-cramping forty minutes, fucked like nasty-pigs for a few hours before sleeping soundly in each others arms (*puke*). I even still liked the little minx after I'd shot my load.
I mean, read this, a post titled "Things I Need":
Ten nine eight seven six more properties inc. East-Village Manhattan loft, canal-side Keizersgracht Amsterdam townhouse, gothic Hampshire castle with privet-hedge maze, cherry orchard, dungeon, helicopter on the roof, and snipers on the roof of the next building to make sure no-one steals my helicopter, packs of fast dogs and wild-cats, red-tiled pool, Pinoy gangster lair, paedo pad in Tokyo, brothel in Rio, retreat in Costa Rica, fuck-farm in Fiji, new old-Levis, Air-Max, more RAM, royal Nepalese temple ball, The Greenhouse's Arjan's Ultra Haze, Barney's Breakfast Bar's G13 Haze (plus all of these), Fabrique Nationale de Herstal's Five-seveN, "sticky shockers", Beluga, Ossetra, Sevruga, thallium sulphate, polonium-210, handmade Nickolas Buckalew skull-bong, GHB, ketamine, alprazolam, Klaxons tunes, to watch sally from Black People Love Us as a victim of The Gangbang Squad (while Johnny watches, perhaps taking a dark-sword in the shitter himself), that mega-shy phone girl from the latest True-Move ad, aLeda cellulose papers, Doctor Theodor Gilbert Morell magic prescription pad, and fortnightly "six-hole" threesomes with Am Patcharapa and May Pittanahd (minus disapproving Kantana chaperone), and so on...
People tend to think of all sex tourism as the act of traveling to other countries for the purpose of preying on minors. That is not always so. Sometimes it is preying on prostitutes, other hotel guests, or on people as fascinated with your skin color and income level as you are with theirs.
I found Morally Diminished entertaining and compelling truth in advertising.
Can't be sure whether she's always like this or whether it was her one-night-stand guilt combined with her recreational pharmaceutical consumption (something called Five-Fives that she buys in Singapore, no idea of trade-name). She was very turned on that she was being fucked and abused by a total stranger and, as I refused to tell her my name, and as had forgotten her's by this afternoon, we swapped phone numbers both using the name "stranger".Previously: Leg Sex Flirts; Run for the Border 3
See also: Morally Diminished (courtesy Rollertrain's excellent site about the triumphs and perils of working for a North Carolina-based porn company)
