Me Love You Long Time

Ahh! Me so horny!

Me love you long time!

I am going to start this out by saying this is not REALLY a part of the Saga of Steve Rogers. This is what I guess we can call a guest submission. I have taken certain steps to make sure that almost no one will be able to figure out who this is. If after reading this you feel motivated, GET YOUR OWN BLOG!!!! I heard this story a couple times over the years I have known this person, and I begged to get it here. You are welcome. ENJOY.

This evening started as every other evening, with me feeling horny and lonely. This led me to an adventurous evening to say the least. Walk with me, won’t you?

My day began as usual, however, I had been backed up for at least two days. This simply means I need to unclog the pipes, also known as “waxing the eel”, “petting the gopher”, “milking the tit of cream”, “ pumping for white gold”, “or shaking hands with Mr. Bate”. However, for one odd reason, mainly the creepy feeling I get when I say shaking hands with Mr. Bate, I decided to visit the house “oh god”. I’m not a religious person, but when I go to massage parlors I seem to call Gods’ name, so we will refer to massage parlors as my house of devotion. Now in case you did not know, 95% of all basilicas are happy ending stores. The way to tell the difference is if the abbey says acupuncture on the window, it is probably legit. I don’t visit those; I visit the house of nirvana, because I require a certain amount of attention to my crotch area which some women are not willing to address. I should point out that nothing is wrong with my crotch area, or what is kept neatly packaged in it, but some women require more than one date, and probably a meal or two at restaurants that have actual waiters and maybe even cloth napkins, to agree to get to know my man meat. For many reasons, being thrifty is one, I refuse to spend more than the usual amount.

This evening was different however. As I approached my favorite house of worship I was cocked blocked by co-workers who happened to be coming out of the grocery store next to it. This quickly became a problem, because I was too concerned with my personal image as a respectable person of society, and also my “non tool” status at work, to walk past them into the jack shack. Therefore, I had to quickly divert my attention to them and was unable to enter the holy gates of Jinglee’s massage house. I came up with the excuse that I was on my way to a restaurant a few doors down, in the hopes that they would not want to come along, and I could divert to plan B (finding another church of chocho). My co-workers however, were obviously unaware of the high levels of man juice which were backing up in me when they decided to say “oh we will join you for dinner so that you are not alone”. This was a major problem. I now had to postpone my baptism in mother Jinglee’s vajayjay until after dinner. Judging from the fact that I time these pretty damn good (it is just bad form to go for a “wacky smacky” before the street lights come on), I ran the risk my boys would not get to see the glory of light. Oh well, I decided to join them so that I would not be referred to as a deuce at work. We continued to a different part of town, I don’t remember why we didn’t eat at the place right there, and had a great dinner, even though I rushed thru it. As soon as I was done, and without my co-workers finishing, I came up with the excuse that I needed to run some errands, so I paid my bill and left them there.

This turned out to be an area where I could find several other shrines. I immediately found one with the name rainbow in it, which I saw as a sign that God would not punish me this way again and decided to enter. This turned out to be an interesting thought as you will quickly see. As I entered I was approached by the head nun (also known in some parts as mamasan). The head nun escorted me to a private room as she asked how long I would stay for mass. I decided that this was going to be a quick visit and only paid for 1/2 hour (tab begins – $40). I proceeded to get undressed and laid down on the massage bed. In came this hot Asian babe that started with a genuine massage, but soon had me engorged and gave me the best hand job I had ever received (ok maybe the best I had received in a long time). During this time, I asked her if she did out calls to my place to finish this confessional session we were having. She said yes since it was at the end of the night and I was her last client. I asked her if she wanted to join me now. She agreed, and after I got dressed we headed back to my place. I told her I would give her the tip once we arrived at my place.

Once we were in my car she slid over next to me, completely ignoring the possibility of Click It or Ticket, and began squeezing and teasing. This soon elevated to a full blow job and what we will call Load #2. When we arrived at my place I started to undress to finish this worship session with her tits. She had one of those tattoos that goes from stem to stern, if you catch my meaning. I am not usually a tat guy, but it looked hot when combined with her enhanced knockers and amazing ass, something most Asians don’t have, BOOYAHHH! This misguided nun however had different plans, and asked me to pay her first. Bitch! So I paid her $100 (tab is now $140) she quickly got undressed and mounted me. She then asked me if I minded if she smoked. Now being that she was already on top of me and I was planning on expressing my devotion in her ass, I decided it would be fine (guys will allow “just about” anything when getting laid). As I thrust my hips up to get deep into the spirit of things, she turned and pulled a CRACK pipe out of her purse.

Now, I’m not necessarily against smoking; heck I don’t even mind the occasional usage of pot, but this was completely unexpected. I don’t smoke crack and this went against my better judgment. Unfortunately, the promise of being able to confess my guts out in her was very appealing, so I agreed. She continued to light up the pipe and suck up and unbelievable amount of smoke. I know this because she then continued to place her mouth in front of mine as if kissing me, and blew the smoke in my mouth. She then mentioned that this one bag of crack was worth about $100. She blew through that one quick, all the while I fucked her, and I immediately realized why drug dealers make so much money. She was well into her second bag when she decided to place her vajayjay in my face to have me eat her pussy. I am absolutely not doing that and when she realized my reluctance she pushed on my head towards her butt hole. This caused my top lip to touch it and that got me angry. Now it might have been the drugs affecting me but I decided I was going to get back at her for that, even though I’m a pacifist by nature. After her second bag, I asked her if we could move from the sofa to the bed for an extra tip. She agreed but first she needed to use the restroom. This allowed me to go thru her purse and pull out my $100 from her purse. (tab is back to $40) I have never stolen anything in my life, however, at the time it seemed like the only logical thing to do.

When she came out we got on the bed and finished the communion on her inner most regions (that means anal in case you were wondering). By this time, she was so stoned she could barely speak properly. She lay in bed for a minute and then decided to leave. We agreed on $200 more so I took out the $100 I had taken from her and counted it to her twice forward and backwards to make her believe it was $200. (actual tab $140) She thanked me and asked if I wanted to do this again, while she stumbled thru getting dressed. Probably now, darling.

Recap: $140 for message, handjob, blowjob, sex, anal, and about $300 worth of second hand crack smoke.
Down side: as my friend mentioned, the anus is where aids lives, so I was worried for several weeks until I was tested. That was the only time I thanked God for getting something negative.

That’s his story and he’s sticking to it.

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