Holiday Part 1
Alright, you have been waiting ever so patiently for this. My blow to blow account of my holiday trip. This is going to be one long entry. Whoosh!
Day 1
I was like waiting like in Terminal 1 after the cab drop me off. Debating to myself should I just get myself a cup of steaming coffee or should I just hang around til my flight is being called. Until someone caught my eye.
There is this girl sitting alone without any baggage, sobbing silently into her tissue. Alone. She start to rampage her bag for more tissues. The more she dig into the bag, the more she cries.
I don't like crying girls. I can't really handle them. Like all guys.
But I don't want to leave the poor thing sobbing her heart out.
Me: (handing her my packet of tissue) Here.
She: Thanks. (I noticed that she has long tapered fingers like those of pianst)
Me: How are you doing?
She: (blow off her nose and tried to smile) Okay....I guess. I don't know.
Me: Its alright if you don't wish to tell me.
She: I....
She told me. Her boyfriend has just flown off overseas for good. She was actually here to send him off however she was unable to say goodbye because his family is here to send him off too. His family despise her because they think that she is not worthy of their son. (Is there still such thing happening in Singapore?!?) Her boyfriend is going to further his master in the States and she didn't think it is right for her to pour out her grievances about his family.
She is tiny.... really fragile small sized girl. Yup, I wouldn't even called her a woman. Small pixie face with freckles spray over her cheeks and pointy nose. Tied her curly hair up, wearing a plain tee and jeans that is too big for her.
I amused her with my jokes and antics. She has a gappy smile. We exchange numbers when we part.
Her name? Isabella.
The flight to Phuket was uneventful. I think its because I was sitting beside an old man. Sianz!
Serve by sweet and friendly air stewardesses. But I am not flying in Business class so I think they couldn't care less about me. I guess they have some "air" in them. All of the air crew I have met all have this "air" about them. I like to call them "air heads". Haha! No offence to those working in the airline industry but most of them have no sense of reality with their feet firmly on the ground.
I do have air stewardess and stewards as friends. Most of them in the SQ. Its good to screw them and hang with them in that respectively. (hehe!) But I wouldn't able to carry out proper conversation or healthy debate with them.
The moment I touch down I booked myself into a nice little hotel within walking distance from the sea. I actually got a choice of the more expensive or more "stars" hotel but I figure out I want to live like those caucasians over there. Most of them backpack and book into little motels with signs like "bed & breakfast".
I bonked myself down at the nearest bar and get myself some cold cold beer. Immediately the local girls swarm to me as if I am honey and they are bees. Haha!
Nay! I am not interested in paying for sex. Why pay for it when I can get it for free? This is what I told the girls, then one by one drop away like flies. Except for one. One little persistent one.
She doesn't look like a day older than 18. Young and fresh looking. Reminds me of Janis. But this girl got the fire in her eyes that held promises. With her limited broken English, she whispered to me that business is poor and if she doesn't sit at the bar with some guy, her boss will punish her.
Well, I don't mind her sitting. Beneath my sub-conscious, I know that might be just an excuse to see whether I would hook up with her in the end.
In the end? I did slept with her. But I didn't pay her. In fact, I was feeling hungry after drowning 4 bottles of beer and decided that I didn't want to eat alone so I asked her along. We settled our dinner in some small cozy western restaurant. She almost gobbled up everything on her plate. I kept on forgetting how poor these local girls are.
Anyway, she followed me back to my hotel even though I told her she could go back and work. I even dig out my pockets to give her some cash but she refused to take. She said I am a nice guy and the nicest one she had encounter in the week.
Maybe she needs a roof over her head for the night or maybe she wants to wiggle out some more dinners. I don't know and I don't care.
Because she is good at what she good. Especially pampering my manhood with her mouth. Sucking it like there is no tommorrow.
And, boy, she loves to ride. She just refused for me to go on top of her and kept pushing me down to strandle me.
Her face show it all.
She is having the ride of her life.
Day 1
I was like waiting like in Terminal 1 after the cab drop me off. Debating to myself should I just get myself a cup of steaming coffee or should I just hang around til my flight is being called. Until someone caught my eye.
There is this girl sitting alone without any baggage, sobbing silently into her tissue. Alone. She start to rampage her bag for more tissues. The more she dig into the bag, the more she cries.
I don't like crying girls. I can't really handle them. Like all guys.
But I don't want to leave the poor thing sobbing her heart out.
Me: (handing her my packet of tissue) Here.
She: Thanks. (I noticed that she has long tapered fingers like those of pianst)
Me: How are you doing?
She: (blow off her nose and tried to smile) Okay....I guess. I don't know.
Me: Its alright if you don't wish to tell me.
She: I....
She told me. Her boyfriend has just flown off overseas for good. She was actually here to send him off however she was unable to say goodbye because his family is here to send him off too. His family despise her because they think that she is not worthy of their son. (Is there still such thing happening in Singapore?!?) Her boyfriend is going to further his master in the States and she didn't think it is right for her to pour out her grievances about his family.
She is tiny.... really fragile small sized girl. Yup, I wouldn't even called her a woman. Small pixie face with freckles spray over her cheeks and pointy nose. Tied her curly hair up, wearing a plain tee and jeans that is too big for her.
I amused her with my jokes and antics. She has a gappy smile. We exchange numbers when we part.
Her name? Isabella.
The flight to Phuket was uneventful. I think its because I was sitting beside an old man. Sianz!
Serve by sweet and friendly air stewardesses. But I am not flying in Business class so I think they couldn't care less about me. I guess they have some "air" in them. All of the air crew I have met all have this "air" about them. I like to call them "air heads". Haha! No offence to those working in the airline industry but most of them have no sense of reality with their feet firmly on the ground.
I do have air stewardess and stewards as friends. Most of them in the SQ. Its good to screw them and hang with them in that respectively. (hehe!) But I wouldn't able to carry out proper conversation or healthy debate with them.
The moment I touch down I booked myself into a nice little hotel within walking distance from the sea. I actually got a choice of the more expensive or more "stars" hotel but I figure out I want to live like those caucasians over there. Most of them backpack and book into little motels with signs like "bed & breakfast".
I bonked myself down at the nearest bar and get myself some cold cold beer. Immediately the local girls swarm to me as if I am honey and they are bees. Haha!
Nay! I am not interested in paying for sex. Why pay for it when I can get it for free? This is what I told the girls, then one by one drop away like flies. Except for one. One little persistent one.
She doesn't look like a day older than 18. Young and fresh looking. Reminds me of Janis. But this girl got the fire in her eyes that held promises. With her limited broken English, she whispered to me that business is poor and if she doesn't sit at the bar with some guy, her boss will punish her.
Well, I don't mind her sitting. Beneath my sub-conscious, I know that might be just an excuse to see whether I would hook up with her in the end.
In the end? I did slept with her. But I didn't pay her. In fact, I was feeling hungry after drowning 4 bottles of beer and decided that I didn't want to eat alone so I asked her along. We settled our dinner in some small cozy western restaurant. She almost gobbled up everything on her plate. I kept on forgetting how poor these local girls are.
Anyway, she followed me back to my hotel even though I told her she could go back and work. I even dig out my pockets to give her some cash but she refused to take. She said I am a nice guy and the nicest one she had encounter in the week.
Maybe she needs a roof over her head for the night or maybe she wants to wiggle out some more dinners. I don't know and I don't care.
Because she is good at what she good. Especially pampering my manhood with her mouth. Sucking it like there is no tommorrow.
And, boy, she loves to ride. She just refused for me to go on top of her and kept pushing me down to strandle me.
Her face show it all.
She is having the ride of her life.
posted by singaporeplayboy at 5:30 PM
1 Comments:
Hmm. Nice blog but you haven't posted for months. Busy with the new job?
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