[MF] PART II: Backpacking through Asia and Hardfucking the girl of my dream.

[I got enough DMs to make me think I should probably write about what ended up happening. You probably should read the first part before this, and I’d link it here if i knew what the fuck I was doing. Once again, trigger warning for slapping, spanking, and rough sex. Also, emotional trigger warning for a break up that is so fucking emo it makes Peter Krause and Rachel’s (sup bachelorette nation?!) dalliance with emotion look like an episode of cake boss. Its some real Little Foot crying over his mom’s corpse shit over here]

After we mutually decided that it’d be best if we just never spoke again, and I rode to some broke-ass port, and found a broke-ass guesthouse, so i could stare at some rusty, broke-ass ceiling fan while listening to About Today, on repeat, for like 3 fucking days straight, I got an email from her.

“Hey” the subject line said. “How are you?” read the rest of it.

I didn’t want to respond. I kind of hated her. I kind of fucking loved her.

I responded.

Over the next week the emails that went back and forth successively grew more intense, then peaked, then started to wither and shrink. At first they were mostly sad, then became a little more jokey, and familiar, and then only existed to rehashed why the fuck we decided to call quits, what was for me, the most passionate whirlwind of lust, love, sex, compassion, and understanding I had ever experienced. After about ten days it was obvious neither one of our hearts were into it and they trickled to a stop. I kind of moved on.

Eighteen months later, out of the blue, she followed me on instagram and since her insta had always been private, I followed her back. I’m a vain mother fucker, and I quickly scrolled through her feed to the two weeks we had spent together.

There were three pictures. One of the day I visited her at the village she was working in with the caption “Bring a white guy to work day #diversity,” another one of a waterfall we visited together, and the last one, taken just a couple of days before I left, was the back of my head as i stepped out of the bus and captioned with an inside joke- ‘#serendipity.’

In the last year and a half she had finished her master’s degree, looked drop-dead stunning all of the time, gone to a couple of yoga retreats, a Solange Knowles show, and like one fucking million weddings. It looked like she had started dating a man with a fine beard, and they had gone to Spain together, then to North Carolina together, and then he disappeared.

Over the next year after she added me I’d forget about her only to have small bits of her existence spring into my life at random times and places as i’d scroll through my feed. Kristina flying a kite on a beach with a corona in one hand. Kristina giving a disapproving look to a friend posing in front of that fucking gum wall in Seattle. Kristina at a Ryan Bingham show with a bottle of whiskey she had smuggled in. And then 3 months ago, in a picture I had taken, Kristina standing, waist deep, in water at a green, rocky beach on Flores. Underneath was a Dorothy Sayer’s quote, “I am at rest with you. I have come home.”

And so, after a couple of DM’s, I came to the bay area on a business trip, and we met up in the late afternoon, on the hottest day of the summer, at small bar in North Beach. I sat down before she arrived, ordered a beer, and then watched her walk in. She moved so lithe. She moved so well, so fucking well- she always did. Like she was floating through and above it all. I awkwardly stood up to hug her, stumbled from not pushing the stool back far enough, and suddenly felt very self conscious that I was dressed like a trucker from the 70s. She sat down, ordered a beer, swung the stool around so she was facing me and fuck- those green eyes. Fuck.

“So!” she smiled for a second, “how are you!?”

It all came back. The first night together. The last night together.

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“You’re not done are you?!” she laughed as she walked into the bathroom. I stood there holding my dick in one had, while scratching my head with the other. I heard the sink turn on, then off. The sliver of light from under the bathroom door illuminated my feet and the toilet flushed. She walked back out as she was tying her hair back in a pony tail.

The candles still flickered and the heavy stillness of the island night air was cut by the slow putter of a motorcycle. “You’re going to need to help me out,” I gave a small shrug and pointed at my dick. “Oh! I can help with that!” she said as she pressed herself against me and playfully began pushing me back towards the bed. I sat on the edge with my legs spread and she kneeled in front of me. “Let’s see what I can do to get you all fixed up,” she said as she simultaneously slid both of her hands up my thighs and wrapped her warm, soft lips around the head of my dick.

I leaned back slightly and she took all of it into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against the underside of my quickly hardening cock and then ran it the entire length. Up and down her head went on me. Her mouth growing wetter as she pushed the cock against the back of her throat and held it there. i could feel her spit dripping down the sides and over my balls. As i became completely hard, she brought her arms behind her back, grabbed her own wrists, and locked them there. She was only using her mouth now as she gagged on me.

i leaned back farther, grabbed her ponytail with both hands and pushed my hips a little off the bed. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” I had total control of her mouth. It was my fucking hole to use, and she knew it. I pushed my dick uno the back of her throat and she began to gag a little while I held her there. She steadied her self, spit dripped to the floor as she looked up at me, her eyes watered, but I could tell she was smiling. She fucking loved this. I pulled her mouth off my cock. “Do you like this?! i leaned forward, holding her face in front of mine. “Keep that mouth open! Do you fucking love this?!” she nodded her head enthusiastically and stuck her tongue out. I laughed. i couldn’t help myself. it was so much fucking fun. “Do you like this?!” I lightly spit in her mouth as her own spit rolled off her tongue and on to her thighs. She raised her eyebrows and nodded again. “And this?!” I leaned closer to her and spit my saliva in her face. Her mascara began to slightly run, as she kept there mouth open but nodded again.

i stood up, still holding her by her ponytail. Her mouth was an inch from my dick “God damn K,” i said laughing, “what am i going to do with you?!” She looked up at me, wrapped both hands around my soaking wet dick, “Um buy me dinner and tell me i’m pretty?” she smiled slightly as she started to slip her hands up and down me. I laughed, and playfully brought my hand across her face, “nope,” I said. now my dick was pressed into her cheek and she looked up at me smiling “Do it again,” she said and i brought my hand across her cheek a little harder. ‘Again please’ she said matter of factly and she had stopped smiling. i slapped her again, this time harder- hard enough (since I had just met her two days earlier) that I felt a little uncomfortable. But almost instantly she was back on my cock, attacking it like she’d never get to suck dick again.

Her hands reached around and grabbed my ass. i spread my feet apart to brace myself and she pulled me deep into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as i repeatedly slammed into he back of her throat. “Fuck, K! Hey K!” I pulled her off my dick, she looked up at my hungrily. “Hey, what the fuck am I going to do with you,” I repeated. She bit her lip, and then brought one finger slowly across it. “Ummm, fuck me?” And fuck her I did.

I pulled my last condom from my wallet while she bent over the bed. “Are you ok with spanking me?” She asked as she spread her legs in front of me. “Because I really like to get spanked.” This was truly serendipity. I brought my hand down over and over again on her tight, brown, little ass. I spanked her until my palm stung, her ass felt hot to the touch, and i could literally see her pussy was dripping. i couldn’t hold back any longer. i grabbed the shaft of my cock, spit on her asshole, and watched it slide down her fat little pussy lips.
“Now i’m going to fuck you”
“Do it daddy,” She responded.

And with that it was go time. i plunged in and out of her. i grabber her hips and pulled her off the bed. i fucked her as hard as i could. only slowing down to crack my palm across her ass, and then speeding right back up again. It felt like I was a fucking piston and her body was made for me. She reached back with both hands and grabbed her own pony tail, arching her back while simultaneously forcing her face into the bed. It was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, but i didn’t let up. It only made me fuck her harder.

The harder I hit the back of her pussy the more she squirmed and finally, when it felt like i literally couldn’t fuck her for 2 minutes more, her body began to freeze up. her muscles tightened. i could feel her flex her thighs and ass and push back hard into me. Her hands grabbed the sheets on either side of her. “Fuck, FUck, FUCk, FUCK!” she screamed. It was probably 4 am, no one else was staying at her guesthouse, but she was so fucking loud that even i felt a little reticent. “FUCKKKK, I’m… I’m cumming.” her body shook and rolled on my dick. She pulled hard at the sheets as i grabbed, and held on to, her ass as hard as i could. i couldn’t take it any more.

Her hips were still bucking up and down on my dick, but I pulled out and quickly jerked the condom off. my balls had begun to spasm and I couldn’t hold back any longer. She was still slowly writing on the bed. Breathlessly she whispered, like she was talking to herself, “wait for me.” and slid between my legs and the bed. her eyes were closed and she swatted my hand off my dick, before wrapping her lips around just the head. That’s all it took and I came. Hard. Embarrassingly hard. She kept her eyes closed. Slid her mouth off my dick. Some cum and spilled on to her chin and she leaned her head back and swallowed. “Fuck” i said.

The candles had gone out, but the eastern sky was beginning to turn blue. The air was still humid and warm and we sat on her rooms little porch in nothing but towels listening to The Lumineers or some shit and smoking clove cigarettes. “I’m going to be shit today,” she said and took a drag. “I should, ummm probably, umm go home?” I responded. She leaned against me. Her hair was still a little damp with sweat. “Fuck off. You’re staying here.” Roosters had begun to crow and I could smell, when the breeze blew, wood smoke from a cooking fire somewhere.

When i woke up, the room was hot and stuffy, and the sun was already hot through the curtains. I checked my phone. It was almost 10. i knew she needed to be at the village she was working at by 8, but she had left a note next to it- “Get out of my room you creepy fuck! XXOO, K. PS, I’ll text you if i get reception up there.”

I picked up my stuff, and walked the mile or two back to my place and fell back asleep for a couple of hours.

So this got pretty long, and it’s a little hard to write about. Let’s do a part 3 tomorrow.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6uock9/mf_part_ii_backpacking_through_asia_and