Trying not to think with my dick

This story was written in a local bar, just after sunset. Early in the evening, the staff is less inclined to play the music overly loud, as there are few customers. The music gets louder as the night goes on.

“Hello, sexy bar girl. One Heineken please. What color are your panties tonight?”

Sex with a Married Woman

When I was in my late twenties, somewhat poor and most definitely starved for sex and intimacy, a married woman offered herself to me. Like me, she was in her twenties, and quite uniquely, was a former professional ballerina. She was incredibly flexible, and this knowledge weighted heavy on my mind.

Her husband was a hundred miles away, so there was zero chance that we would get caught. She was in town only briefly for a professional conference. She invited me upstairs to her hotel room. With regret, I declined, because her husband was a good friend of mine. I went home and could not sleep, as my dick was persistently reminding me that I had made the wrong choice.

“Go see her, you pussy. Let me hit it just one time. I promise you won’t get caught.” I managed with difficulty to reject his bad advice.

“Can I buy you a drink? How old are you? Please sit closer to me.”
“Is that a gold ring on your belly button? Nice. Do you have any more on your body?” Maybe down there…?

A few months later, the husband told me that the two of them were getting divorced. Then it all became clear to me. She wanted to use me to hurt him. At the time, I was unfamiliar with the ways of women. It was unimaginable to me that she would have sex with me, and then immediately tell her husband. How wrong I was. After learning about their divorce, I wondered how I’d had the self control to say no. I gave myself a pat on the back for not sticking my dick into something that looked harmless but was actually a flesh eating piranha.

“Another beer please. I like the dress that you’re wearing. Very pretty.”
“What kind of man do you like? Japanese, European, Martian?”
“Your friend wants to sit with us? Ok, but only one lady drink for her.”

Sticking My Tongue Where it Doesn’t Belong

When you live in a place like Bangkok, filled with sexy and available young ladies, there is always the overwhelming temptation to do something that you will later regret. Recently, I was at Crazy House having a rollicking good time with a feisty naked young lady on my lap, who smelled of springtime and orange blossoms. The face of an angel, a pair of bouncy all natural C cup breasts, a flawless body, no tattoos, a washboard stomach, and long legs, well suited for wrapping around a man.

I was well persuaded to bar fine her, throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my hotel room. In the room, she soon demonstrated her impressive deep throating ability. At the same time, she was also head bobbing at a rapid pace. I inquired, “How did you get so good at deep throating?” She explained, “A customer complained that I did not know how to give a proper blow job. So I studied porn until I got good at it.” This was a woman who was determined to be an expert at her profession. Most impressive.

My little head decided that it would be an excellent idea to engage in 69 with her. My brain managed to form one last rational thought. “Have you had an STD test lately?” She replied, “Yes, Crazy House tests all the girls every two months.” These words, possibly a lie, fell easily from her lips. This casual verbal reassurance was enough for my little head, which immediately sealed the deal.

We proceeded to have mutual oral sex. My tongue was darting like a frog in a sock. Even her pussy smelled like springtime.

Two days later, I woke up with a sore throat. I immediately thought back to that night of hedonism and regretted it. “Here it comes, I’ve got oral gonorrhea.” Fortunately for me and my stupid dick, I managed to dodge the bullet. A few hours later, the sore throat went away and did not reappear.

Will I make the same mistake next time? Yeah, probably. Some things in life are too good to pass up, despite the risk. But note that I do use a condom for sex, no matter how much my stupid dick begs me not to.

“Can I touch you here? Yes? How about here? Touch more? So nice.”
“Are you working here tomorrow? Yes?”
“ Okay sweetheart, see you again tomorrow night.”
“Remember, big tip if you don’t wear panties.”

John Bonnaque is a regular contributor to Rockit Reports. He has written highly readable pieces on threesome relationships, Soi Cowboy, being a happy monger, sexually transmitted diseases, the science of aging, an awesome threesome, the thrill of the chase, keeping it real, the readership of Rockit Reports, the future of sex, women’s enjoyment of anal sex, his personal experience at Hunny Bunny Massage in Bangkok, in praise of Asian women, and a tale of too many women.