I’ve always been told I’m too western minded to be in this part of Asia. Everyone seems convinced that I’d be happier living in the US. They pick on my accent, my interests, my tastes. In turn, I also wondered if Americans would like me more than the locals do in Singapore.
I swear, I’ve done my best to get some variety in my ‘harem rotation’, I really have. Somehow the white guys rub me a bit wrong and I don’t feel like meeting them in the end.
I’d imagine moving to the States and really becoming a full time slut. Then I’d come back to reality and remember that my place is decided by money and whether I have it.
Kev is from the States. He’d come to Singapore a while ago for work, and was back to do more of the same. He tells me its longer term this time so he’s brought his wife and kids over.
I mean, sure, judge me for fucking a married man. The fidelity of his marriage is not my responsibility. Plus, all the men I fuck are the ones coming to me.