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I badly needed to write something. Words had been percolating in the back, and front, of my mind for several days. There was a backlog of stuff that needed an outlet. So I picked up a little tart on Sukhumvit (I can usually spot the lierary type) and away we went.

 

Back in the room we went straight into the shower bit. Small tits, shaved pussy, very handy with a bar of soap. One towel each.

 

She switched the TV on. I switched it off. So this is is the new generation I thought . No manners, batteries included. Then the cell phone nonsense started. I threatened to drop it down the toilet. She laughed but she switched it off just in case. Some falang are crazy.

 

Basically I wanted her to suck my cock while the creative juices kicked in. The invisible made flesh. She did. Pretty soon the words were flowing nicely.

 

I got a thousand of the slippery little devils onto paper. She got a faceful of cum and a thousand paper baht. It was perfect. We hardly spoke and there was no rapport between us. Ideally I suppose she should have been reading one of those comics the whole time but you can't have everything. She even had a shit before she left. Bye bye.

 

I'm sure I speak for both of us when I say we both felt very relieved.....cw

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About the TV......since 2 years I always switch off the cable before I bring back a TG.

 

I even thought about buying a cellphone jammer.

 

Anyway, when I feel her behavior does not suit me once in the room, I politely tell her she can go.

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Yes I know what you mean. One feels entitled to a modicum of respect. It didn't matter too much on this occasion since a little slut was exactly what I needed and she did a reasonable job. There wasn't much on TV anyway.

 

I forgot to mention the text message that appeared halfway through. Her services were required at the Business Inn by a gentleman called Egon. Another writer in distress no doubt. :)

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CW, would you be so kind as to forward her cell number as for some time now i have needed to finish my last subject at University but can never get down to writing my damned thesis on waste water management.

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CW,

 

Not bad, she got 1 baht per word! :-) So was this done on the laptop, or did it require free-hand writing for the verse? Either way it's tough to do this while her head is bobbing up and down in your lap. How do you handle the logistics of this feat of scribing while receiving a beaner? :: ::

 

Cent

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It's all a question of mind over body Cent. I sat on the edge of the bed, she was on the floor, I had a notepad on the bedside table/shelf thingy. At first she was a distraction but once the words were flowing nicely I forgot all about her. That's odd, I thought, what's that Thai girl doing down there? Aaaaaah now I remember. :)

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A lot to be sad for wanking...no PMS, never says no, has a friend on the other hand for a 3 some, less hassle, cheaper and you don't have to worry about the tv/cell phone nonsense...ah wanking!

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