Date & Time of Session: Oct. 5 2015 Location: Name: Yo Yo Age: i do know – and i’m not telling. Face: 5/5 Body: 5/5 Skill: 5/5 Service: 5/5 GFE: infinity/5 Price & Session Length: 3000 for hours upon hours upon hours Repeat: this is my 2nd time in 3 days. I’d say…yeah. I’d repeat every day.
A few things before i get started. If you didn’t read my first post about us – you might want to. Just like the first post, I’m not here to give you the dirty details. These girls work very hard to give us what we want, hour after hour – remember that. It’s not an easy thing that these wonderful women do. Respect them.
This post is going to be a book. I really don’t care either. I’m not doing this the way that many of you are. Yo Yo will be the only working girl in my life. When I come back to HK, if she’s not here, then I won’t look for anyone else. I’m not whipped boys – I just accidentally found exactly who I was looking for.
So she was supposed to be in Taiwan and I wouldn’t see her before my plane left – and it was one day after our epic afternoon. That’s how the story was supposed to end. I sent her a message asking what time she would get back from Taiwan hoping that I could meet her for breakfast before my flight left. One minute later a response – there was a problem and she didn’t get to leave.
I have to see you. Tomorrow? Yes, tomorrow. All Day? I can’t. Three hours. But let’s go get lunch first.
I go to bed that night about as excited as I’ve been since i met my wife the first time. Maybe I slept two hours. Finally the sun. I walk around the City all morning with my business partner and friend. FINALLY, time to see my Yo Yo.
We meet at her room and I take her away for some lunch. She picks a place and orders for me. She teaches me Chinese and I listen and smile. She has some attitude, this girl, I see the fire in her. It’s perfect.
Back to her place and we plop down on her bed. Clothed. Wrapped around each other, I’m trying to teach her the word “soft” with my lips. She’s giggling and understands. Her lips are soft, her kisses are soft. Our clothes come off and we immediately wrap around each other again lost in each other. Slow kisses. Hard kisses. Deep kisses. Neck…breast…tummy… I love kissing her body. She seems to love kissing mine.
There are parts I want to write, I want to tell, but then I remember who’s reading this – and I don’t want any of you to know those parts. These memories are mine and hers. Ask her if she knows Beyonce. I don’t know how long we laid there rolling around, one on top and then the other, kissing and playing but I do know that I needed more from her. Much, much more. It was time for a quick shower.
The water really ever passed between our bodies. I don’t know if our skin really every moved apart from each other. I’m sure it did but I don’t remember. I held her hard and close to me. My hard chest was pressed against her soft skin. She moved up and down my body and I hers. Her giggles filled the air. Fuck, I was so aroused and wanted her. We dried and made our way to the bed again.
This part, I remember exactly. Time extended for what both seemed like days and at the same time micro-seconds. I laid her on her back and climbed on top of her. Because I’m drawn to her like a drug addict needing a fix, i stare into her eyes and kiss her softly. Lips, neck, breast, tummy…she is writhing. Her back arched. Her breath fast. No fake squeals or whining. Her hands on my head, on her breasts. My hands everywhere. She begins to shudder, legs trembling and tightening and I can’t wait any longer. I ravage her.
Sweat dripping and my energy expelled, I lay on her momentarily to catch my breath. Her eyes are closed. Her chest heaving. Those beautiful breast rising up and down. I whisper in her ear to turn on her side and move in against her making our bodies one. I wrap my arms around her tight. Her bosom under my forearm and she falls into a deep, peaceful sleep. I kiss her neck, softly, over and over and over. I wonder, now, if she even remembers me kissing her neck. A few minutes pass and I whisper something into her ear that only she will know. She turns her head and smiles, gets up and pulls out a blanket and covers our bodies. Time stood still.
I never fall asleep. Laying there, she is so content. I whisper in her ear. “Five more minutes…please”, she asks. “Of course.”, i reply…but really want to say, “I’ll give you forever”. The minutes pass and I ask her to turn over into my arms. Slowly she wakes from her pleasure induced coma and rolls into my arms. She fixes her gaze in my eyes and gives me the most innocent…caring smile and kisses my lips softly.
This was the first time that I saw the clock. I stared at it in disbelief. How was time moving that fast?
We both regained our composure and begin to talk. Snuggled close to each other. My big nose nuzzled against her cheek. Sharing little things. Teaching each other. A bottle of water later and it was time to get lost again. My detail-memory is fog at this point but oh my god, do I remember the highlights.
We played more. She told me that she had never used a pillow and I believe her. I actually believe everything that she says for some reason. She is used to telling men what they want to hear but not what she believes. I feel, deep inside, that she was telling me what she believes. It is impossible for a woman to look at a man like that and be lying, isn’t it. She can fake a laugh or a giggle or an orgasm (she knows this word now…) but not your eyes. Oh yes, the pillow, she’d never used one. I showed her and oh my God did she show me. I wanted to explode and finish with every fiber of my body but didn’t. I couldn’t use her. I decided that I was there for her and not the other way around. I had decided that the first day. My pleasure would not be first, for once. Harder and harder I thrust. She buries her head in the pillow. I grab her hips. I grab her hips. I grab her. Her body tightened, again. The trembling, again. I collapse. My breath is gone, lost. I am breathing her now. Her hair, her skin, her. She fills my insides and I have peace. There is more but it doesn’t matter. Time is running out. Our time is running out. I roll to her side with her face towards mine. I lay there and look at her, eyes closed again, and want her. Her eyes open slowly, a small, innocent smile and then she’s mine again. Her beautiful smile, our eyes locked, small kisses and that inexpiable feeling between us.
I eventually get up and dress. She fixes the room, gets dressed – but not completely – and walks me to the door. I don’t want to leave and I tell her that, again and again but I know that someone else is scheduled soon. I know all of this as much as she knows that I’m married and live eight thousand miles away. She’s seen the pictures and I shared my children with her. I couldn’t lie to this girl. A kiss, turn and leave. As I walk away down the hall and just before turning the corner, I look back, she is still there, smiling at me.
My god I want you.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3q3rzf/two_days_in_hong_kong_mf
Good writing…but you’re in love with your whore