nightmale
Slut
Having lived in Canada for over a year and leaving here permanently soon, I have to say my greatest achievement here is my great number of sexual encounters. I have had the best orgasms here in my life.
However, I can't believe I've spent a night with the same guy three times. Normally I don't spend a night with the same person more than twice unless I'm paid or I'm extremely horny. And even though we share a bed, we are just two seperate bodies, or a body and a mummy.
But R is getting increasingly loving and affectionate in bed. Last night, for a long time we were snuggling just on the edge of the bed on my side, and his side of the bed was empty. Thus the importance of having an extra large king sized bed is obvious.
We had dinner together as well as a long chat. He told me all about his work, his interpersonal relationships with his coworkers and so on and so forth. Again, it proved to me that people were just the same everywhere--we were only diffirent on the surface. Unless you live in a foreign culture for an extended period of time and mingle deeply with their people, could you always easily fall into stupid stereotypes about a pepole and a culture.
He said that he wanted to move to Mexico. I said I wanted to retire in Thailand one day. I guess he would find Thailand more relaxing once he has been there based on the account of those westerns who have been to both countries. He kindly paid the bill when I went to the washroom and said I was too late.
He was really tired. He lied down on my bed, even without energy to undress. I took off his shirt, pants, underwear and socks. We were either asleep or kissing. I told him I wished he were a dog. He asked me why. I said because human beings were more complicated. Then he asked me if I prefered a dog or a cat. I said I would prefer a dog. He said that all those he fell for preferred a dog, and he preferred a cat. He said that cat people and dog people made a good match.
Enough about dogs and cats. The idea occured to me when he was lying against me that his heart should stop beating when I was in it. I kissed his back, trying to figure out how many ways I could eternalize his affection.
In the morning we woke up, had another session and we both came. He ate my cum and shot a huge load. He said that he had not come for ther past 2 weeks. But I came at least 14 times for the past two weeks. We continued to kiss, and I could smell my cum in his mouth. I think he kissed me more than anyone alse in the world except my first gf. I'm gradually occupying his heart.
However, I can't believe I've spent a night with the same guy three times. Normally I don't spend a night with the same person more than twice unless I'm paid or I'm extremely horny. And even though we share a bed, we are just two seperate bodies, or a body and a mummy.
But R is getting increasingly loving and affectionate in bed. Last night, for a long time we were snuggling just on the edge of the bed on my side, and his side of the bed was empty. Thus the importance of having an extra large king sized bed is obvious.
We had dinner together as well as a long chat. He told me all about his work, his interpersonal relationships with his coworkers and so on and so forth. Again, it proved to me that people were just the same everywhere--we were only diffirent on the surface. Unless you live in a foreign culture for an extended period of time and mingle deeply with their people, could you always easily fall into stupid stereotypes about a pepole and a culture.
He said that he wanted to move to Mexico. I said I wanted to retire in Thailand one day. I guess he would find Thailand more relaxing once he has been there based on the account of those westerns who have been to both countries. He kindly paid the bill when I went to the washroom and said I was too late.
He was really tired. He lied down on my bed, even without energy to undress. I took off his shirt, pants, underwear and socks. We were either asleep or kissing. I told him I wished he were a dog. He asked me why. I said because human beings were more complicated. Then he asked me if I prefered a dog or a cat. I said I would prefer a dog. He said that all those he fell for preferred a dog, and he preferred a cat. He said that cat people and dog people made a good match.
Enough about dogs and cats. The idea occured to me when he was lying against me that his heart should stop beating when I was in it. I kissed his back, trying to figure out how many ways I could eternalize his affection.
In the morning we woke up, had another session and we both came. He ate my cum and shot a huge load. He said that he had not come for ther past 2 weeks. But I came at least 14 times for the past two weeks. We continued to kiss, and I could smell my cum in his mouth. I think he kissed me more than anyone alse in the world except my first gf. I'm gradually occupying his heart.
