Wednesday night. Head out to a gay bar, see a cute girl sitting at the edge of a VIP area, tap her on the shoulder and tell her I think she’s cute. Introductions, number exchange, chat, kiss goodbye. Pepe.
Later on in the night I see her vomiting on the street.
“Hey, I just made out with that chick.”
Friday night. Mission: hook up with a cute Asian chick.
I head to a bar and begin hitting on everyone that qualifies. Taking girls by the hand and saying “Dance with me”. Most oblige, some end up making out with me. Pepe texts me and tells me she’s there. Pulls me into the VIP table she had purchased for the weekend.
Her family and friends are cheering me on, pushing her to make out with me. One of the guys takes her hand and places it down my pants. Her brother playfully pulls her hand out of my pants and pours me a drink. Pepe is happily embarrassed.
One of the guys pulls me aside and explains how it’s her last night in the US before she has to head back to China – she’s apparently a millionaire heiress of a billionaire-built food and energy conglomerate. She’s into white guys but hasn’t found one yet.
“We’ve tried hooking her up with models and everything, for some reason she like you. Don’t fuck it up, and don’t bullshit her.”
Sweet. We continue dancing and making out as her friends push our faces together in the middle of our attempts at conversation. We were the entertainment.
Closing time. Head to her place. She’d AirBnB’d an incredible property with statues and art and high ceilings and chandeliers.
She packs up her stuff as we chat a bit. She’s apparently over here to find a surrogate father because she wants to have a baby but her boyfriend in China doesn’t.
Why the fuck does life insist on pulling me into the company of unavailable women?
I feel like a champion of nonmonogamy lately – wielded like a weapon by Mother Nature. I’m an agent of the happiness, a bastion of truth, a catalyst of the inevitable.
Or I’m just really fucking horny.
She wants the father to be white and healthy. I’m sitting there seriously considering the options. I don’t know my biological father… this could be the dawn of a legacy. I could fuck a goddamn emperor into existence tonight. A socio-economic powerhouse. My next orgasm could result in an ultimate partnership between two world leaders – this shit could solve world peace. As my imagination is spinning, she comes over in nothing but panties and a bra.
She hugs me. Kisses me on the head. Cheek. Smiles. Eyes wide.
Fuck.
I know she has to wake up in four hours to catch her flight so I try my best to skirt the balance between haste and obsession.
Bring her to climax. Tight. Really tight.
She tells me I’m too big. I get harder. I’m the first foreigner she’s been with.
We fuck. Initially – slowly and with care. Eventually – her moans turn into screams and the statues surrounding us nearly fall over. Ass play. Bed hammering against the wall as her body twists and turns and her legs pull us closer, harder, faster, louder, deeper. I let her drive me from below. “Tell me when to come”.
She nods yes.
I place one hand on her stomach. “Do you want me to finish?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to finish inside?” I’m a fucking idiot. Walking id.
“Yes.”
I immediately tense up – my core tightens up, hips push forward, back flexes as I pull her body in, I’m about to come.
“Come inside? No!”
ESL almost resulted in world peace.
We continue cuddling, chatting, and she gives me some Vitamin E and some facial cleanser as tokens of her appreciation. Incredibly sweet. I pull her in a few times for extended tight-hug action. Love this feeling. We exchange WeChats and retire. I’m headed to Hong Kong next month so maybe we’ll cross paths again. This was all from me saying “fuck it” on a Wednesday night.
Blog post (with images): https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/peace-out/
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