Friday, January 06, 2006
love
i'm in love with a 42-year-old woman named hiltrudes. she's from the phillipines. i'm in love with all women. the one i'm thinking about now is from the phillipines. she has three kids, all boys. they are in college. she works as an english teacher to support them. she works in lao. vientiane. that's where we met. we kissed by the mekong river. actually we met in the train on the way to vientiane. she was on her way to her new job.
we met as the train pulled in to nong khai, the end of the line. we shared a cab (actually a tuk-tuk) to the border. it should have taken five minutes but her friend was there to meet her and she had errands to run. we went all over the place. we got to know each other.
i went by two days later our guest house was across the street from her school. we walked along the river and talked. we ate indian food. we walked some more. we kissed. we went back to my place. we fucked.
i'd never fucked an older woman before. she had such knowledge, experience. she knew what she was doing. she knew what she wanted. she was confident, unselfconscious. she pressed herself against me.
i liked her cunt, it tasted like stilton. it tasted like wine. burgundy. white. she stopped me. "i want to come with you inside me." i stuck my dick in. slid it in, like a dagger. he lips puckered up her legs spread wide she pressed against me her muscles moved in undulations pressed against my skin we moved as one.
she came we fucked she came we fucked she came i never came. i don't know why. sometimes it happens that way. i was gonna see her the next day. i didn't. i chased after this cunt named one. wan. douang. she calls herself one but her name is douang. when she says "one" it sounds more like "wan".
i went and fucked jeab today jeab is great she gives me a massage she massages me all over i feel great so relaxed i feel great.
i came home i checked my mail i got mail from hiltrudes. she's sad. she misses me. i miss her too. i tell her i'm no good i sleep with lots of women i don't have the power to commit to one. honesty is the policy. the best?
she came to visit. she stayed a week. she left sunday.
we met as the train pulled in to nong khai, the end of the line. we shared a cab (actually a tuk-tuk) to the border. it should have taken five minutes but her friend was there to meet her and she had errands to run. we went all over the place. we got to know each other.
i went by two days later our guest house was across the street from her school. we walked along the river and talked. we ate indian food. we walked some more. we kissed. we went back to my place. we fucked.
i'd never fucked an older woman before. she had such knowledge, experience. she knew what she was doing. she knew what she wanted. she was confident, unselfconscious. she pressed herself against me.
i liked her cunt, it tasted like stilton. it tasted like wine. burgundy. white. she stopped me. "i want to come with you inside me." i stuck my dick in. slid it in, like a dagger. he lips puckered up her legs spread wide she pressed against me her muscles moved in undulations pressed against my skin we moved as one.
she came we fucked she came we fucked she came i never came. i don't know why. sometimes it happens that way. i was gonna see her the next day. i didn't. i chased after this cunt named one. wan. douang. she calls herself one but her name is douang. when she says "one" it sounds more like "wan".
i went and fucked jeab today jeab is great she gives me a massage she massages me all over i feel great so relaxed i feel great.
i came home i checked my mail i got mail from hiltrudes. she's sad. she misses me. i miss her too. i tell her i'm no good i sleep with lots of women i don't have the power to commit to one. honesty is the policy. the best?
she came to visit. she stayed a week. she left sunday.
