Whore: A Femle Sexual Pragmatist

Dear Readers,

I’m currently living in Pai, Thailand training Muai Thai, and memorizing the Qur’an at the small masjid here.

A friend of mine who lives in Chiang Mai communicated a sexual experience he had last night. This experience went along with my current state of thought, so I wanted to share the story and myth of his experience with you.

He visited a classy high end Soapy Girl Spa on Nieman Road. There was a young petite small but shapley ass girl there he had been with a couple times, and they had real chemistry and the begining of a friendship. He recounted that he had had one of the most gratifying sexual experiences of his life with her on his previous visit. Needless to say he was hoping to find her there.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t. This friend of mine is a devote Muslim. He’s actively engaged in the struggle to establish Islam as the Theomorphic Order of the planet. However, due to the impossibility of marriage and the extended decade long failure of Muslim Society to facilitate his marriage he has biological drives that are fulfilled in ways that are…not angelic.

He had just returned from a Visa Run to Cambodia. Only travel seemed to keep the loneliness, and the all consuming yearning for sexual companionship at bay. He found himself at the familiar door of the Spa in the Niehman area of Chiang Mai.

He selected 1 of the girls from the runway. She had red hair in a shade that only Thai women do. Her skin was pale, her body shapely. He was led upstairs by this girl, and she proceded to lead him into the shower. Where she was friendly enough, but acted shy.

Once back in the room, she began to stroke my friend while kissing and biting his chest. She was very effective at getting him hard, and while he had opted for only a hand job downstairs, he asked for a blow job and sex. She quoted 3000 baht more which was ludicrous. The price, or it’s ridiculousness awoke him out of the fantasy in which he had been embroiled. He glimpsed that he wasn’t human only a source of cash.

He declined, and the hand job continued. He was really enjoying, but he knew that he wouldn’t cum from it. So, he negotiated at his own convenience as her hand pribably got tired, but he enjoyed himself.

Finally, she agreed to 1500 baht, but make these cute smelly faces that where meant to shame him, but instead he used it to turn himself on more. He said to her point blank, “Whore, you took my money. I’m going to get my money’s worth. One way or the other. ” She didn’t speak much English.

So, he flipper her, and she grabbed his cock to guide it in herself. Once he was inside he started to thrust, and she kept stopping him. It was like he was to just enjoybeing inside her with no movement. Additionally she had this barely accessible pussycat, with legs that didn’t open very much. By and by my friend got soft.

This cycle of him getting hard, and then going soft when he went to fuck her repeated itself 3 times. She just wouldn’t surrender. She needed to control everything. After a while she kept saying 15 minutes, 5 minutes.

He was out 120$ and he decided to get his money worth. He couldn’t play with her toys. He couldn’t touch her pussy. He couldn’t slap his cock on her stomach. Fuck her.

He kneeled over her stomach, and told him to stroke him. She got the idea, and said “No cum on face”.

He said, “No boom boom. Cum on face.” Ignoring her he looked up like he was really enjoying himself. She don’t get English so she assumed her message was recieved. He feigned being really close, but when he actually got close he masked it. All of a sudden he moved once. Her face guarding hands where pinned to her breasts behind his ass, her small body was under him, and she had a cock on her face that briefly in her 👄 that was shooting it’s load all over her. She didn’t know what was happening for a second, then started to kick helpless under him. He sat there for a second while she struggled relieved, and triumphant.

Her anger was deeply satisfying. “Not OK. Not OK. Out. Out.” She repeated, as he put on his clothes feeling the heat of sex and rage in himself.

He mocked “5 minute. 5 minute. ” as he left.

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