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[QUOTE=ColorDragon;6344734]The next day I went to JoJo's in Mechanicsburg. To be sure, I have come to the realization that the optimum experience is the correct combination of Hot, Good, and Cheap Carlie was possibly the worst experience, - not hot, not good, at market price.
I went to AMP because I needed to hit reset which is the monger version of comfort sex. Several things about this session was unusual (in the positive), but YMMV, like it actually really might.
1) It's all in Mandarin Chinese; if you don't speak the language, not sure how far you will get with this one provider I had.
2) She made an "exception" for me, or she acted like she did, and sworn me to secrecy; I'm not suppose to tell anyone what we did, because she's not one of those girls and she only does legit messages; and the owner will have her head on plater if she found out. I have left her name out on purpose. Don't ask.
3) Full discourse. Some Asian women consider me to be really hot. I don't know why, just happened that way (and I was so dumb that I didn't know it for the most of my life). Although the 2 c-notes had some major role to play in the negotiations, not sure if she would have consented to CFS if she didn't consider me to be attractive? Or she would have asked for more?
I showed up at 10:30 am, just to beat the lunch rush and when the girls are fresh for the day. She was alone. 5 ft2? 110 lb? Late 30's with a cute face and seductive smile, looks like the actress Stephanie Hsu.
"Ho you'll do just fine" I thought to myself.
She led me to a room with just a curtain for a door. I got naked and laid face up on the table. She came in, started to giggle, and was going to start the massage. As she approached me from the side of the table and began to lay her hands on me, I made the move to run my hand over her butt and back. She protested lightly and we both laughed. I flashed her the money and the condom, she looked surprised.
"Does everyone do it this way here?" she asked.
"Pretty much" I smiled back. "But it's certainly up to you. Don't feel like it, then a regular message would be fine (no it would NOT!
"In NY, it's 200 to give a CBJCIM while topless".
"That's not happening here love" I said, firmly, but still smiling and polite. "I have 200 with me, it's yours if you want it" I looked into her eyes and kept smiling to keep her at ease.
"we don't do that here. I'm not allowed." I can see that she is interested, but what's holding her back?
"Don't worry about it love, I'll take a regular massage and give you a regular tip. ".
"Do the other places. How do they do it?" She asked with some hesitation.
"Ho you know how they do it, but they are Korean, so maybe you don't have what it takes? And totally cool if you are not up to it. Are you the shy type?
She glanced at the tip and said "No I'm not shy. Ok, but you can't tell anyone".
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!
She stripped down and was ready to go. She's slim, of course. A natural beauty with a face and body of 7+; attitude of 8. She covered Jr and started with a coved BJ. I was hard in no time. We were both surprised at how fast and hard I was (thank you Carli you f*&king B*tich! We both started laughing as I was bursting to fuck her.
"will you go on top?" I asked.
"no I never done it, you go on top" She looked a little nervous as she laid down and I climbed on top of her.
She has a sparse little Bush, but otherwise naturally hairless around her little snatch. "ho I'm going to enjoy this one" I thought to myself. My dick was rock hard, which doesn't happen as often as it use to, and that allowed my to tease her pussy a bit. I rubbed Jr all around her little **** and she started to moan softly. I can feel her getting wet, and then, I plunged deep into her.
The **** was tight, the skin was smooth, her hair smelled like flowers. I started fucking her with slow, deep strokes that became harder and faster. I palmed her breasts, and she pulled my nibbles, and I wasn't lasting long like this. I laid down on top of her and pulled he close to me, so I can smother myself with her scent, I bucked ever harder and fast until I explode inside her.
We both laughed as I pulled out of her. "I haven't had it for long." she said softly as she got up.
Sooooooo. This was GOOD. I felt it in my toes. I paid 60 for the hour, and here was plenty of time for massage now that we have the main course out of the way. She proceeded to give me a great massage! Her hands were firm, her techniques sound, and she knew what she was doing. I'm like a puddle of gelatin at this point. Thoroughly satisfied and completely relaxed. We chatted, and she worked on me for a good long time. Boy standing up straight was hard after that!
"Don't you ever tell anyone." she handed me my clothe.
"Don't worry baby" I smiled, "no one will ever know. ".[/QUOTE]
The Phoenix Who Flys Alone
The Dragon took it straight on the kisser this time. He was seeing stars and plugged from among the clouds into the cold darkness below. It was all he could do to survive the fall and keep breathing. Alone, in the mud, in the darkness. The phoenix he had cared for so deeply had betrayed him in the worst way possible. He had supported her, loved her, and wanted nothing more than to be with her. But she could not reciprocate his gift, could not trust him or any man, because of the demons of her past.
Dragon knew that he was not perfect, far from it; just a beast with some shiny scales. He struggled with his own demons, his own depression and addiction to sex. But he had hoped that he could still be a stabilizing influence in her life, that he could provide the support and care she needed to overcome her own struggles.
He had spent five months pursuing her, helping her with her work and school, furnishing her apartment, and providing for her and her family. He had asked for nothing in return, understanding that she was not emotionally ready to engage in a romantic relationship with him. He respected her boundaries and cherished her imperfections. It's the scars that makes her beautiful.
But still, he had hoped as any dragon would hope. Hoped that one day, she would accept his feelings, see the love and care he had for her, and have the courage to rise above her own darkness and join him in flight. He had dreamed of a future where they were happy together as lovers, where they could overcome their past traumas together, and offer each other comfort in an otherwise brutal world.
That particular trajectory of events was not to be.
The phenix became pregnant by an interloper. Yet the Dragon tried to understand, tried to support her through what he thought was a non-consensual act. But she would not communicate with him, would not tell him what had happened, either through shame, pride, or spite.
"You're asking too many questions. I don't have to tell you anything, you are just a friend. ".
"I want to be more than just friends, I told you that much ever since the beginning, I was always honest with you. ".
"well, I don't".
The "just friend" comment was the knockout punch the Dragon promptly blacked out, and he was down, hurt, sad, betrayed. He accepted her decisions, celebrated her imperfections, and mourned the joy they could have had together.
In a world filled with beasts and demons.
Gorge and wince on this tale of love and pain.
A mongering Dragon, successful and strong, soaring high and true.
A dainty Phoenix, beautiful, alluring, a felon on parole, her life gone wrong.
Dragon was smitten by phoenix at first sight, his soul entwined.
In a dance of joy and lust sublime.
Dragon's heart swelled with compassion and care.
For Phoenix, broken and in despair.
Dragon provided, with open arms.
All that Phoenix needed to heal her wounds.
From furnishing her home to feeding her kin.
Dragon gave selflessly, with a heart within.
Phoenix, in turn, held dragon's hand.
And vowed to one day understand.
Her aversion to physical touch and affection.
A fear born of past pain, trauma; still raw, and still bleeds.
Dragon held fast, patient, kind, with grace.
Believing that with time, phoenix would find her way back to life and light.
And in each other's arms, they would dance, fly, and thrive.
But fate had other plans in store.
As phoenix's heart, an enigma so dark and deep.
Was claimed by another's touch.
She let a beast not Dragon, poisoned her womb with its seed.
Dragon, hurt and betrayed, asked why.
But phoenix's lips remained sealed, with a sigh.
"I have no obligation to explain".
Phoenix said, with a hint of disdain.
Dragon, heartbroken but still strong.
Held phoenix's pain, never demanding.
Answers or reasons for her actions, left the door open.
But mourned the loss of beautiful joy that could have been.
For Dragon knew, with a heavy heart.
That their story was torn asunder.
By forces beyond his control.
And that sometimes, the heart pays the toll.
To anyone who has acted with ture intentions.
Only to be met with rejection and abstentions.
Know that your play is not lost in the wind.
And life will offer you game once again.
The Dragon, what an example of a fine beast.
May you heal your heart and your soul.
For the beauty of your love will forever remain.
And your pure intentions, never in vain.
To the Dragon, and any beast who wore a dragon's hide.
Remember that love isn't always a gain.
But a lesson, a journey, a path in chaos we tread.
And though painful, forge us into what we are, for better or for worse, to the bitter end.
Pain is life and life is pain. Welcome to the circus, Dragon, did you think you were any different? No matter how much love and care we give, we cannot control the actions of others. So, what would it be? Do you stay down for the count, or do you drag yourself up for more punishment? Will you dwell in darkness, or will you keep hoping, keep dreaming, and keep loving. Even in the face of pain and betrayal, can you find strength and resilience to keep moving forward, to soar high among the clouds, to bask in the sunlight again?
And so, the dragon laid there, feeling the ache of loss and betrayal, but also feeling the strength of his own love and compassion. He knew that he would keep loving, keep caring, and keep hoping, despite of, or was it because of, the heartache and disappointments. Dragon shook it off and leaped into the air. Bloodied, bruised, he hoped that others who had experienced similar pain and betrayal would find that same stubborn resilience within themselves to sail on, just one more time.
