Forum Overview :: Tales of the Sword Coast :: Dick still burns

[quote name="Quétinbec"]It still burns. The bigger issue now though is my asshole. It's bleeding and leaking. I have to go for a wipe every 30 minutes. The bleeding started after I'd stopped taking antibiotics for a few days. It was so bad yesterday that I was dreming all day of getting home running a bath and letting the warm water fill my asshole (a sting, a buzz, then relaxation. Ahhhhhhh) It turns out you can buy pretty much any drug here without prescription so I go from pharmacy to pharmacy to avoid returning to the same pharmacy and asking for treatments for a different STD each week and being seen as a filthy piece of shit. After work today, I went to an Indian staffed pharmacy. The head guy wasn't sure what antibiotic to give for Gonorrhea so he let me muck around the back looking through boxes. INDIANS!!!! I found Trihydrate which is the last of the three most common drugs prescribed for Gonn that I haven't tried. Basically, if this shit doesn't sort it out, then I'm reasonably confident that my illness isn't either of those two diseases, and hopefully can't make me sterile, so it can wait until I get back from Europe. I wasn't even gonna bother with more antibiotics because I'm pretty sure I can put up with the piss burn and tender balls, but the asshole burn and constant wiping is really gonna fuck up my plan of motorbiking. I suppose I could stick a tampon up my asshole! HGahahahahah! I'm not even joking. I'm not going to have this shit fuck up my trip. Last week I visited a whore's place to teach her English. She's old, Chinese, smelly, is living here illegally, and works to support her son who lives in America with her sister. Whores in the Gulf are going through a hard time now. I haven't been whoring lately because of the scare my disease has given me, but I'm getting texts from some of my old whores offering themselves for half what I paid a couple of months ago. Anyway, I couldn't teach this whore at my place anymore because she is ugly and I didn't want people thinking we are anything more than friends. We're not even really friends. She's just so pathetic I can't tell her to fuck off. She lives with another whore in the apartment of an Englishman working in Saudi. Many of the expats living in Saudi rent cheap apartments here because it's cheaper for them to do that for the year than to rent a hotel here every weekend. This guy was in a relationship with the other whore, and my whore was paying him a little bit of rent. Her room was a disgrace. It was so fucking boring and plain and hopeless except for one big stuffed bear with a heart on its lap that said "I love you". It was still wrapped in its original plastic. She said her flatmate had been given it by a client and didn't want her boyfriend seeing it so that's how the Chinese whore wound up with it. How fucking sad! It made me really sad - to the point I almost cried. It was still in its original plastic so you couldn't touch it! Fucking metaphor! I tried to explain what a crazy metaphor it was for love in her life but she couldn't understand and wondered why I was getting so upset, so she repeated that it wasn't hers and I shouldn't be upset because it wasn't hers!!! She kept asking me if I was angry at her. All the time. She had a notebook with phrases clients must have written to her on Skype and then there were some Chinese characters next to them. Some of the things were very nasty. On some of the pages, there were sentences I had written to her and it was scary to see my sentences there. Her life is so hopeless. Most of the younger whores tell you that they want to start some kind of shop when they save enough money. I don't know if that's true, but I like to imagine my money going to some account with the intent of eventually being invested in a restaurant or something. Almost every penny this girl gets goes to her son who'll never know the shit she has to go through to get it. She'll never be able to be with her son in America. She hasn't seen him in 5 years. He calls her sister Mum. The bear was the only other thing in the room except for her laptop and two single beds. I couldn't teach her. It was too hopeless. Her English is horrible and she's too old and she's just fucked. There's no way out for her and it's just really pitiful. Anyway, we started talking about me because her life is too depressing. She was telling me how I should get back together with Irene, or something like that. She loves to talk, but her English is terrible. The other whore and her English boyfriend came back. I could hear them so I assumed they could hear me, so I didn't say shit because I was embarrassed to be there. I waited listening to the whores shit for 30 minutes hoping they'd leave, but they didn't. What would the Englishman think of me with this whore? I can't even explain why I'm with her. He is probably a fat old fuck though, right, so what do I have to be ashamed of? Eventually I decided to just grab my shoes and get the fuck out of there. The whore was supposed to cook me dinner, but that would have to wait. I was really surprised by the Englishman.He was more handsome and fashionable than me! He looked about 30. He earns more than me, too. He was lying on the ground and his whore was taping up a package when I was introduced to him by my Chinese whore. He said hi from the ground but didn't get up, so I tied my shoelaces to pretend I'd stopped to do that rather than say hello to him. I can't remember if he asked me what I did or if I asked him, but it turns out he used to work with someone I work with now. It's a guy I really like who is very frank about his whoring, so much so that I haven't told him about mine because he seems to think it's no big deal and would probably be terrible at keeping my whoring a secret. Anyway, this guy I work with told me that he was once propositioned by two whores in Ethiopia while he as very drunk. He said, "I'm too drunk." but they persisted. So, he said he'd pay them what they wanted only if they could make him orgasm and if they couldn't, the wouldn't get a cent, and that he'd pay this amount every time they made him orgasm. He said that they pretty much raped him the entire night trying to get cum out of him! They'd wake him up after he fell asleep! He said it was one of the best fucks he's ever had. I have this fucked life here where my female friends are either whores or Filipino virgins. It's quite lonely. The closest thing to normal women in my life are my students. I can do pretty much whatever I like in my 16 hours with them, so we watch movies and then I get them to write a movie reviews. That takes about 4 hours @ $250/hr. That's a $1,000! That's how you make money, bitches! We have photo classes, drama classes. Shit like that. 16 hours a week is a lot of time and I'm very close to them now after doing all that shit together. Yet, there are girls whose faces I've never seen because of their masks. One of them told me last week that she has a tattoo of a butterfly on her shoulder. I know that and a million other things about her, but if she walked into class wearing nothing but sunglasses, she'd be a stranger to me. I wonder if you're beautiful, Maimoona. Your name is beautiful. [/quote]