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| I cried over a powerful SMS by Quétinbec 01/24/2010, 8:18am PST | ||||
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| I'd been planning to fuck a whore on Saturday afternoon. The only one of my flatmates who isnt' aware of my whoring is overseas at a conference for a week, so finally I can bring a whore back to my place at a decent hour and sober! However...
Bahrain doesn't recognize the existance of three countries: Israel, Venezuala (I think because of some oil tiff), and Taiwan (because of the chinx). This wealthy Taiwanese girl had booked tickets here but couldn't get a VISA. I visited all the embassies and trade commisions and everything and it was down to either registering her as a maid for two years (costly and difficult) or basically getting her smuggled in (which if discovered, would get me fired and her raped). So we were fucked. Our relationship had pretty much hinged on her spending a couple of months here and seeing if we get on well enough to get married. That may sound pretty cold blooded, but people in the West have a unrealistic view of marriage - a view I no longer share. If things went well, the timeline was: I'd meet her parents in July, she'd meet my parents this Christmas; children maybe halfway through the next year? Fuck knows, but she's a lot of money behind her and she has a lot of other unique qualities. HOWEVER, I'd always said that we weren't in love NOW, but we could see each other's potential, and the point of her being over here was to fall in love. I think we could have fallen in love in less than a month. Thinking about it now, I think the reason I said we aren't in love NOW is because that gave me the excuse to keep fucking prostitutes. If it did work out, I'd have to stay faithful for the rest of my life. Gotta get your fucks in! It's only cheating if you're in love! Anyway, impossible VISA complications. How's that for a shitty reason for breaking up: increased Chinese influence in the Middle East! On Thursday evening, I sent her a text saying I'm going to look for other women. She sent me back a massive and beautiful text that made me cry 3-4 times over the next couple of days. Text reproduced verbatim: wrote: I replied "I love you, too." I did a bit of crying and I did a bit of thinking. I had scheduled an afternoon fuck for the day after I received that text. How could I follow through after something that powerful? I decided on Saturday afternoon that I would follow through. In explaining the decision to friends I've said that the relationship was doomed because of VISA issues and that a beautiful text and admissions of love doesn't change that. I have tickets to whore in Dubai in February. If I whore then, and I will, I might as well whore now. It's stone cold, but I liked thinking of myself as stone cold. Like I was some kind of whore fucking assassin. I realize that sounds fucking gay. The whore: she's Thai and she's a fucking mystery to me. I'm almost certain she's a liar. I drive her around a bit. She had been on at me about coming around to play ping pong and squash at my apartment. I wasn't sure if that was just an 'in' to get me to pay for sex. You'd think so. So I put it to her that she could come around and we could play sports OR we could fuck for 20BD (note: the cheapest reported fuck in Bahrain was a Chinese girl with an Irishman at my work for 15BD). I consider a 20BD fuck a steal. This choice would be a test of her desires! She said "OK." OK to the fuck or to the sport? I didn't ask. We were texting. I brought her over and tried to impress her with photos, music, and games but she wasn't having it, so I said to her, "Well, should we fuck then?" She said yes. Before the fuck, I took a pro-biotic. It wasn't in anyway related to the fuck but she saw me put it in my mouth and freaked out that I was taking Viagra. I've never taken Viagra but it must be some potent shit to freak a whore out like that. The fuck was probably the worst fuck I've had in Bahrain. Among the lowlights: I couldn't find my lube and she didn't seem willing to waste lube so she was in pain for the entire fuck. At first, I thought she was faking the pain to make me feel like I had a big dick, but after we had a big argument about it she made an almost successful effort to conceal her pain, and I knew it was real. When she wasn't in pain, she was almost rolling her eyes. She also insisted that the lights be off. I refused to turn off all the lights, though. I don't spend money on pretty whores to fuck them in the dark. Maybe an ugly whore. Take it as a compliment. She refused to ride me! I guess because it was painful. Why else would you object to that position? I only got her to agree to it later because I promised to cum if she rode me. After the fuck, she got some toilet paper from the bathroom, took off my condom, and then went back to the bathroom to clean herself. I lay on the bed naked and stared at the ceiling feeling very stupid until she came back out. When she came out, I decided to say a few nasty things to her. I had intended to tell her that I thought she was a very strong person, but that she was also a liar and far too cold. I didn't really have anything to back that up, though, so instead, I told her she was a bad prostitute and that her fucks were shit. She deserved that. She kind of just shrugged that off and looked at me like I was an asshole and it was a very akward moment. So, we both got dressed, and I'd written the whole thing off as a total failure and myself as a fucking idiot, when she asks if we can go and play sports now! It's very strange for a whore to want to spend any extra time with you after you've fucked - especially a fuck that bad. It's never happened once to me in all my years of whoring. It's strange because these whores always talk of marriage, and you'd think spending extra (non-paid) time with a guy is the best way of getting close enough to him to make that happen. Anyway, the whore was wearing heels and I couldn't find my friend's squash racquet, but what the fuck: game on! We went down. She said she was really good at ping pong. I fancy myself at ping pong. I said if she could beat me, I'd give her 50BD (with the logic being that if I lose to a whore in ping pong, I deserve to lose 50BD). She loved that. Some nigger of an Indian had stolen all the ping pong balls, though, so we had to play with a blue-dot squash ball, which of course is total bullshit, so I told her we'd have to have a rematch some otehr day. She asked to go up to the roof. You can see all the sea from our pool on the roof. She asked if we could sit down and talk for a while. I asked if I could look in her bag. She refused but gave me some lollies. She was going on about the importance of that gesture, but I couldn't understand her. It was about 5pm and she said she wanted me to drop her off at the whore bar, but it was a bit too early. She agreed to come back to my apartment and order in some food with me. While we were waiting for the food, she told me she wanted to live with me. She said she'd pay me $100/week to sleep in my bed and would do all the cleaning, cooking, and laundry. Apart from the threat of her ripping us off or the landlord or someone from work finding out about it, I thought that sounded like an interesting idea and said I'd ask my flatmates when they got back. Our current maid is a fucking idiot. She started going around the house cleaning things. I told her that was weird and she should just sit down. She picked up a bag and was like, "See, I clean like this!". Hahaha. When one of my flatmates arrived back. I introduced him to her. I'd warned him in advance that I was bringing a whore around. He was very nice to her. I found out later that he was actually very fucked off with me. He's a lovely guy and says he doesn't have a problem with my whoring, so long as it happens in secret late at night. Here I was bringing a whore around during the day and playing squash with her. He thought that was crossing a line and putting us all at risk. I was like, "She was wearing jeans! No one could tell she was a whore!" He was like, "Who the fuck plays squash in jeans and heels?" Anyway, I'm talking too much. Just briefly: She made freaky killing jokes all the time. For instance, she'd see some sissors on the table and make a gesture like she wanted to stab me with them. She also did this with her dinner knife and "joked" about stabbing my dick with a corkscrew. I was telling my friend this later. He's closer with this one whore than I've ever been with any whore. He said she tells him she dreams of murdering her clients. That she hates them and that it's so hard to smile at everything a person you hate says, so when you get home, you fantasize about murdering them. Nice to know. My whore told me she'd fucked a Morrocan guy on the 11th floor of my building. She said he drives a black Merc. I wonder what she tells people about me. I went through pictures on her phone. There were some of her in a pilots hat. She said she fucks a pilot from Gulf Air. I asked her about the size of her clients' dicks. She said she wants to start a beauty store when she gets enough money. She asked if she could paint my nails with clear nail polish. She did, and I spent today wondering if anyone could notice. She kept making excuses not to leave, so I played some games with her. I don't think she'd ever played computer games before. For instance, she though Soul Calibre 4 was HILARIOUS. So we fucked around with games until I got bored. She went to lie down on my bed and asked if I could wake her at 9. I tried to do some work, but I couldn't stay focused and instead spent most of my time playlisting relaxing music to help her sleep. AT 9pm she was still asleep. I didn't want to wake her, though. Fuck being the guy to say, "Hey, it's 9pm! Time to go fuck some Saudis." But, I had work the next day and if I let her sleep and she woke up at 4am wanting a ride to the whore bar, it would fucking suck. I woke her at 10pm. I drove her to her whore bar. We didn't say anything on the ride there. When she got out, I told her it was nice to see her again, and she asked me to kiss her on the cheek. Anyway, the Taiwanese girl calls me today to tell me she called up the Trade Commission in Bahrain and said that she was representing her Father's business and wanted to size the country up for potential expansion there in the coming year. She was like, "Do you know who the fuck I am?" and that attitude must have worked very well. They said they could get her a 3 week VISA no problem and that we could probably renew it. That's very fucking impressive! So she IS flying over in early March. I'll tell her what I did after she's been here for a couple of weeks. I tell the truth to people I care about. You'd be amazed at what you can get away with. |
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