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by Quétinbec 03/09/2008, 7:02pm PDT |
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bink wrote:
I used to hangout with the druggie dropout crowd, and knew guys who popped LSD and shrooms all day long and never developed fears that all televisions secretly contained tiny internet ready cameras that communicated your activities to FOX news anchors. :(
The girls in Singapore wear tiny skirts to help you be attracted to them. I visited Singapore after a long stretch in Muslim countries and China (in its winter) and was very taken by the sudden revealing change in female dress. Due to a lack of washing opportunities, on my first day there, I was wearing loose Thai fishing pants and boxers but I might as well have been nude with the way my dick was banging back and forth as I walked. Half erections are a killer, because they're too short to tuck into belt elastic and once the dick has a bit of weight to it, it bangs harder which feels better, so there's a snowball effect that eventually leads to a full, unsupported erection. Unacceptable in any country. I'd complain to my girlfriend and she'd make fun of me and we'd take rests on park benches and coffee shops waiting for my dick to die down, so it was quite funny, but most interestingly, it was arousing because eventually she got tired of my bullshit and told me go to a mall toilet and wank myself off. She wasn't even very hostile about it. Normally, despite what she believes, she's against me wanking. It was the first time anyone's instructed me to wank, and that, along with the good reason for doing it, led to the very liberating feeling that I wasn't doing something wrong by wanking (in this case).
Anyway, the tie in with what you're saying comes when I reached the toilet, because the toilet was one of those infra-red auto-flush toilets - toilets that make infra-red measurements of some sort and try and predict when you're finished so you don't have to press a filthy flush button. They're ridiculous and I must be doing something unothadox because they always guess wrong and flush before I've finished. Anyway, as I was leaning over the toilet, dick in hand, masturbating, the toilet flushed twice, quite violently, and I started wondering if the sensors were actually cameras that some Malay earning 20c/h watched on mass and he was responsible for pressing a flush button when her thought you were finished. I wondered if this Malaysian was watching me masturbate and doing the only thing in his power he could do to stop me (until the police arrived), which was 'auto' flush as frequently as the toilet would allow. It concerned me a bit, but it's a ridiculous theory and completely uneconomical (RIGHT?!). When I opened the door, there was a guy in flureocent yellow vest with security written in large black English letters standing square outside my door. I freaked out for half a second, but his back was to me and he was just washing his hands.
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