Asia major

Now that was an interesting evening. The kind that remind me just how good I’ve got it in life right now. It’s taken a lifetime to achieve, but I’m here. It’s not exactly where I want to end up, for right now, it’s really good.

Of course, when your work allows one to sit across from an incredibly fine young Japanese girl trading pleasantries over dinner and drinks, it’s easy to feel good.

While I’m far from it, it feels like I work in the service energy. All smiles and handshakes, making people feel good, especially about me.

(*hold on while I snort this line*)

OK, where was I?

So this luscious little Asian honey inevitably did that girl thing of mentioning her boyfriend. I was fine with it. Not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed peeling her down to her tight little body and slowly licking her pussy until she screamed at the top of her lungs. That thought definitely crossed my mind a couple of times. I imagined spreading her out right there on the table in front of everyone, gently teasing her wet pussy with the tip of my big fat… you get the picture.

But it was all professionalism on my part. We played our respective roles well, and everyone left happy.

That’s when I headed back to the big bad city to meet my trusted drug dealer to get my hands on da goods.

Like I mentioned earlier, I wanted to stock up since he’s gonna be outta town for a while. But when he handed me the package, he made sure to mention that he’d put a little bonus in there for me. When I go home and opened it up, he’d thrown in close to an extra gram of blow. That’s when you know that either your drug dealer really appreciates your business, of that you’ve become one hell of a coke-snortin’, weed-smoking fiend. In my case, it’s a little bit of both.

(*OK, time for another line*)

The whole time I was sitting there with this girl, she reminded me of someone. But I just couldn’t place it. It was kind of making me crazy. Then, driving home, it hit me. She looked just like the girl that jerked me off at a massage parlor once.

I recently stated that I’d never had sex with an Asian woman. Well, that’s not entirely true.

A few years ago, I suffered a pretty brutal break-up. In the aftermath, I spent a lot of time getting really fucked up and doing fucked up things.

One Saturday I’d started blowing lines early in the afternoon. But the evening, I was high as fuck, and hornier than I’d been in a long time. I’d been watching porn, but it just wasn’t enough. That’s when I decided to take my first trip to one of L.A.’s notorious massage parlors.

I knew there was a place not too far from my apartment known for cute little Asian girls and happy endings. So my coked-out ass goes over there. I paid this older Asian woman $50 and she directed me to a small room, bare expect for a massage table and a dresser. She told me to strip and lay down under the towel. She left. I did what she said.

A few moments later, a gorgeous young Asian girl, no more than 19 or 20, walks in. She was slight, but had this rather massive set of obviously fake tits poking out from this weird dressing gown-like this she was wearing.

After a very quick and half-hearted back rub, she tapped me on the shoulder.

“You tip me for extra?” she asked sweetly. I was prepared. I handed her the $65 I’d been clutching in my hand. She counted it and sat in on the stool next to her. She motioned for me to turn over. She then unceremoniously squirted some lube on her hands, grabbed my cock and started stroking.

She had skills, and it didn’t take long for me to get rock-hard. She just kind of half-smiled at me as she stroked, allowing me to push back her dressing gown to fondle her tits.

A few minutes of this action and I was definitely ready to spew. She must’ve felt me tensing up, because just as I was about to cum she pointed my cock back at my stomach.

I’m sure it was the coke, but I was quick-thinking enough to grab my cock out of her hand and stroked it off right onto her left tit (she was standing over my on my left side as I lay on my back). A huge glob of it stuck, dripping down off of her nipple. She kind of sighed and wiped it off with a tissue, handing me a couple to wipe myself up. She stood there quietly as I got dressed, and walked me to the lobby. She turned and left without saying a word.

If I’m ever in a pinch for masturbatory material, memories of that encounter never fail to do the trick.