Another Unexpected Virgin
Towards the end of this last trip, I had arranged with Miss A2 that she would meet up and stay with me for 2 days. I reckon that this is enough time to get to know whether she is a long term prospect / keeper or not. She is 32, or thereabouts, lives in Cavite.
We had a few texts back and forth during the morning to confirm her progress. And she turned up exactly on time, to the minute. A text to say that she was outside, and was it OK that her friend is with her. OK.
So down I went. She was just like her photos and her profile. A plain face, big nervous smile. 5'7" tall and skinny. Just how I like them. Her friend was the opposite, the classical short, fat, ugly sidekick.
So I invited them to the resto next door to get a feeling for what was going to happen. We all ordered, chatted while we ate. It transpired that the ugly friend came to show Miss A2 how to get to the hotel. I had been telling her to take a taxi, but it had not registered. And then towards the finish, the friend announced that she was going back, and I should look after Miss A2. Yes Maam.
So Miss ugly disappeared into the throng, and Miss A2 and I proceeded upstairs. Once ensconced, she was pretty keen to get on with the kissing and fondling, and pretty soon we were naked on the bed. She was trembling in anticipation, and extremely wet. Her juices were running down her legs. So I just rolled her on top of me and went to slip into her. But I could not slip in. Then it dawned on me, and I asked if she was a virgin. Yes. So I shifted into virgin deflowering mode, and we jointly worked to get me inside her. Once I was there, she was breathing so heavily, chest heaving.
So I welcomed her to the world of womanhood, and I proceeded, to tell her what I was going to do, and what was going to happen. She was so tight, and so wet, that again, I came pretty quickly. I told her that I had come, and she was breathing heavily. So we just lay there, she on top of me, and I stroked her all over, calm her down, talk quietly into her ear. After a while, I rolled her off, we wrapped arms around, and drifted off into a lovely snooze.
We woke up early evening, went out to eat. Then back to the room. During our conversations, I was getting the feeling that she was so uneducated, so shielded from the world, that she would need intensive support.
She was pretty keen for round 2, which we did in a very slow style, lots of foreplay to get her some understanding of what sexual pleasure is all about. But she could not come that time.
Again, we drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, we had a cuddle and a smooch, and then downstairs for breakfast. Somehow the conversation got round to how she would get home. And I was astounded when she said that she could not get home by herself, from Ortigas to Cavite. Even if I walked her down to the MRT station, and put her on the right train, she could not do it. Wow. 32 years old.
Some time later, when we were back in the room, I told her that I thought that we were not suitable for each other, because I needed a woman who could find her way around, could fly from place to place, who could get things done by herself.
She was sad, but she understood what I was saying, and soon after that, we parted as friends. She had some money for a taxi fare to take her all the way home to Cavite, and I put her into a taxi at the door of the hotel. Wow.
Alcohol and Prescription Meds
I was reading an article on Whitney Houston's death today and speculation about what the toxicology studies regarding what caused her death will show when they are available.
The article further speculates that her death will be shown to have been caused by mixing prescription drugs with alcohol.
The article (in NY Times) then went on to report the data gathered over the past year about the number of people who have died from mixing prescription drugs with alcohol.
I then started thinking about the number of guys who come here for a riotous 2 or 3 weeks, pop a Viagra or Cialis or Andros (whether legitimate from a Pharmacy or whether from the street containing unknown ingredients) [B]every day or second day[/B], and then go out drinking all manner of alcoholic cocktails (beer, vodka + Red Bull, mixes of beer, shooters etc) and follow it up with an energetic romp with a EWR woman later in the night.
It seems to me that given the percentage of self-confessed unfit, over-weight mongers around, all these combos are quite lethal and need a bit more thought.
I wonder just how many mongers in AC or Manila or anywhere else actually drop dead whilst in the throes of pleasure. I imagine it doesn't make the newspapers if someone dies "peacefully" and from apparent natural causes with no suspicious circumstances. It also makes me think that some of the Obituary columns in "Harry the Horse" may well have been generated by guys both old and young taking uncontrolled doses of medication washed down by copious amounts of alcohol and then busting a fuse in the bed with a horny little bedmate for the night.
Food for thought I reckon.
Another bareback statistic
Having recently finished a short trip to the Phils (3 weeks) , I had my mandatory full scan for STI.
While there, I sexed 10 women, including 5 new ones. Result. Nil return.
This brings the total number of women that I have sexed bareback to about 400. I think that I have used a condom once or twice in my life. Never contracted any form of STI. And my regular doc, who expresses amazement at all of this, assures me that I can not be naturally immune to STI.
However, I have been nicked, so there is no risk of pregnancy.
Maybe, just maybe, the risks that we get fed by various governments are deliberately over inflated, and there is some other cause for the continuous calls for safe sex.
Cause for some thought and serious statistical risk analysis.
G