Fucking Chicken

First night, alcohol induced erectile dysfunction.  As best as I can remember.  Set the tone in a few ways though.  Alcohol would poison us as she used itto disable me and I spun out of control on it. I'm not a nice drunk. I think. Prone to blackoutsso who can be sure but what I do remember... ain't proud of it.  I need all the roof-brain I can muster'cuz that beast within... yeah, it's a fuckin beast. In fact, the whole marriage could have been avoided byAA. But then I would have missedall the fun and my life wouldn't be here now.

So, what fun? You came here for sex, right? Kinky sex I hope. Well inthis here intro I'll give you a little theory but this is your freesample. So no happy endingkiddies. 'Cuz for all I know you maybe kiddies!

Here's some basic theory. Know all the locations of erectile tissue and some othererogenous zones. Have some idea ofthe rhythm and strength of stimulation you need to induce climaxes... with andwithout underclothing, lube or electrical novelties. Understand the basics of bondage. I ain't talking sadism, ask a sadist about that.  I'm talking immobilization sufficientfor some psychological impact (from cuddly to sub-space) and rapid-fire repeatorgasm insurance. If you haven'tnoticed, the body will often try to avoid further stimulation during and immediatelyafter ejaculation. Since allprimates plateau this reflex is not in the best interest of blowing the mind.  Know how to deal with it.

I certainly did not know anything that night.  I didn't know where my own erectiletissue was, let alone have the capability of planning or executing.  But fun? Maybe a little. Arriving the guesthouse too late I impressed her by climbing thegate. Until security came andopened it for me when I was half way over. Well, that was fun. And there was a little snuggling. She had a tummyache. Ormaybe I'd failed to shower and nauseated her. Or she was on her menses. See, it's very difficult to tell you anything about her withany certainty since she is, to put it mildly, honesty impaired.  I do think I tried to get our bodiesfunctioning but the tummy put an end to that.

Not to cleaning out my wallet though.  Indeed, the next morning she took sixgrand (baht, not so bad but still a whole lot for nothing) and half an ounce ofgold. That set the tone foryou? Well, the eroticism upped astime went on. As did the price butnow it's your turn to pay... if you want to hear about soaked beds... orfour hour marathons... or the rapes that weren't... or were they?