MR. Kiara New. Disaster Just Saved
After somewhat dissapointing my Dup Road MAssage thought of bit of a quality gal. I was attracted to Kiara New in MR as she looked like firesh and looked like famous Nico. So after a quick chat on Wup made and apointment and went there to her apartment on last Tuesday. She did not asked for an advance, but cost was 25 k. Very short but precise communication. When I wenet threre I just could imagine the lie, the girl who was there was compleate diffrent, northing even close. In the opend doway thre was a girl staning a dark short and on the curvy. She said her name is Kira and I told her I am looking for a diffrent Kira. She said she is the right Kiard and I said I am not blind and this is not the girl I am looking for. I left without entering. Thank to the up above my 25 k was saved.
The Way of the Warrior | Fire and Ice: The Love That Forged a Man | Chapter I
Dear Gentlemen,
This is my story. The story of how I fell in love for the first time. This is no ordinary love story! Because it shaped my life and turned me into the man I am today. It was a timeless love that never aged. Real love will take you right to the edge of sanity and it will show you who you really are! Masculine Men are not born, they are made from a trial of fire and ice!
I decided to share this story with all of you. It is deeply personal, but also a learning moment for the younger lads on here. To those lads I say, learn from those who have gone before you. Nothing in this life is permanent. Not even love! Nothing lasts forever. So make your life count. Do not go out on your knees, go out on your feet, after you have conquered your life and made it right to the top! It is in you and let nothing, including love, stop you!
Like I said above, this is the story of my first love, a love that set two worlds on fire and a love that burned through everything and everyone, crazy, hardcode, blazing like a comet in the sky! We fought for each other; tooth and nail, we both defended our love valiantly! It is not your typical love story, because it shaped me in ways I never imagined and turned me into the man I am today! Real love, the kind that pulls you to the edge of sanity, has the power to reveal who you truly are. Masculine men aren't born they are made through trials of fire and ice.
It was a different time. A time of payphones, VCRs, house parties, barbecues, and weed. There were no mobile phones, no internet to tether us to instant gratification. Love was something you had to wait for! Communication was through love letters passed from your friends to her friends and back, anticipation so thick it could make you sick with longing, especially when she and you are forbidden by a thousand swords.
We met at a house Party in Colombo, as was customary in my day! Two worlds, collide! I'm guessing many of you park close to that spot when you go shopping for certain special items! LOL! Wink! It's still there today even after all these years!
I was 18, she was 17, a Sri Lankan bombshell from one of the top schools in Colombo. I've never seen a Sri Lankan woman as stunning as her since. Ultra Sharp features, high cheekbones, perfect skin, and eyes that pierced right through you. She wore blue contact lenses that seemed to glow at night, like something out of a dream. Her figure, an hourglass that could stop time and legs that made heads turn. She wasn't just beautiful; she was magnetic. She could make men stop in their tracks, and I was no exception.
I'm mixed race, my parents were both handsome people, and I stood at 6 foot 1. But on that night, at that house party, none of that mattered. The moment I saw her, everything else disappeared.
She was dancing with another bloke when our mutual friends introduced us to each other. I remember the setup, it was perfect. My best lady friend was also her best friend, and my group had been secretly trying to get us to meet for a while. As we all danced in a circle, I couldn't resist teasing her about her partner of the night, joking that she was dancing wrong with the other chap and would look better with me. She laughed a real laugh her lips curling upward, her perfect teeth showing. That's when it happened. Everything slowed down. My stomach flipped, and I knew I was in trouble. It was pure chemistry. A spark, a connection, electric and unstoppable.
She wore a long black dress that night, with slits up the sides and two silver criss-cross straps against her bare back. Her hair was up, and silver earrings framed her face. I can still see her in that moment—frozen in time. The way the dress hugged her body, the way her heels clicked on the floor, and how her blue eyes locked onto mine.
That was the night I fell in love for the first time. There's something about first love that leaves a permanent mark. It's like standing at the edge of a cliff, scared and exhilarated, knowing you're about to jump into the unknown. She made me jump, right off the edge and I never looked back. That night was the beginning of a love that changed me forever.
First love is intense. It pushes you to the brink and makes you feel emotions you didn't know you were capable of. But it also shows you who you are when the fire dies down. It shows you what you're made of. That's why this love, though it didn't last forever, left a lasting impact on me. It shaped me, carved me out of the boy I was, and turned me into the man I am today.
I can still see her in my mind, that black dress and those piercing blue eyes, and I'll remember her that way until the day I die. But more than that, I'll remember what she taught me that love, real love, doesn't fade. It stays with you, shapes you, and leaves you stronger than before. Through fire and ice, through passion and pain, that's how men are made.
For the sake of clarity, let me be upfront: this story isn't just about a love that burned bright and then faded into memory. She and I have crossed paths many times since we lost one another to fate, and each time we do, the chemistry between us is still electric. To this day, it burns like phosphorous a fire that ignites the moment we're near each other. Everyone who knows us sees it, and does everything possible to keep us away from one another. We can't be left alone in a room without that old spark catching flame again and spreading into a wild fire. That's why I said, this was no ordinary love story.
Right now, we're separated by miles of ocean, but distance has never been a barrier. It never truly could be. There's something about the connection we share that transcends time, space, and circumstance. One way or another, we always find our way back to each other.
This story is far from over. There's so much more to tell, and trust me—it only gets more interesting from here. The connection we share, the twists and turns of our journey, they'll continue to unfold. I will continue this on a future date in Chapter II.
I hope we've kept you entertained lads!
We are almost at the week end!
Cheers Lads!
Keep the Hunt Alive!
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Miss December 2023 | Packlife
Dear Gentlemen,
She was quite a temptress, good sense of humour, taste, with excellent skills. Lustful body paired with a kinky dirty mind. The only con is that she's had a tad too many cosmetic augmentations! But not enough to affect the experience! If you ever find your cock between her lips you will understand! LOL!
Good bangs are to be found in the little Wonder of Asia!
We wish to inspire those who are on the fence! Variety is the spice of life!
Cheers Lads!
Keep the Hunt Alive!
Do you all give the full details of your hotel
Simple answer is NO, brother. I used to just send my nickname, a picture of the room card, and a shot of the room number next door. But for repeated orders, agents usually don't ask for any details.
[QUOTE=Blues007;2950930]Thanks friend. Some of the agents pretend to be girls themselves until the very end and when I got ready to call her over, the conversation switched to third person destroying the trust. It seems like quality supply is much less than the demand and we all getting bad responses in the end.
A question: Do you all give the full details of your hotel including your full name and room number when you are getting outcalls? Unless I have met someone before, I avoid doing that but I can see the agent or the girl also don't want to come and find out that someone has stood them up. Perhaps it varies from place to place, so it will be good to know the general thinking on this in Colombo.[/QUOTE]
