This is a fictionalised account of events that actually took place. There are Indian men who think of their women as husband-worshipping zombies. Indian women are undoubtedly devoted wives but they are also a vibrant lot with wild and varied emotions sloshing within them. It is up to the men to make the best of a good bargain. "I suspect I am a troilist," s...
To my right was an ocean of clouds, interrupted only by the occasional glimpse of an Alpine peak. To my right was a beautiful blonde 26 year old girl, flicking through a magazine. In my hand was a glass of champagne, and ahead of me were ten days in Thailand including New Year's Eve at the fabled Full Moon Party on Ko Phangan. I smiled and sank deeper into m...
I’d met the old man twice before. During the first meeting, he’d tried to convince me to act as an import agent for his wine. Since the wine had the bouquet of a dead fish and might well have had a use as a solvent, I told him the American market wasn’t ready for it. The second meeting had gone better and ended with me no longer having to call him by his le...
It may seem odd to start this story at age thirty-two, but that's when my sex life became interesting. I was an ugly ducking as a girl: too tall, big-boned, clumsy, overweight, nearsighted, and shy to attract male attention. Contact lenses corrected my vision, tennis got my body in shape, and big tits made up for other faults. At eighteen I had my first bo...
As I write this, I am sitting at my laptop computer on the balcony of my apartment in Bangkok, Thailand. Behind me my ladyboy lover is puttering around in the kitchen, washing the dishes from our breakfast. My lover is a beautiful Thai ladyboy. She has gorgeous features – lovely almond-shaped dark eyes, upturned sexy lips, dark smooth skin, thick black hair...
The flight from Bangkok to Kuala Lumpur was running late, no problem training had been successful and the flight was only two hours. At least the flight did not look busy, if I am lucky maybe get one or two spare seats, to have a stretch. Then suddenly 50 maybe 60 what appeared to be migrant workers all showed up at once, maybe Bangladeshi. Fat chance of a...
There is a saying that 'when one door closes, another opens.' That was certainly true for me. My relationship with Jen (see my previous story: My First Ladyboy) continued for some time, but we rarely managed to see each other. I was mostly working in Africa and just couldn't get over to the Philippines very often. Eventually we drifted apart. Yet I was truly...
The loud, chest thumping beat of the blaring disco music was irritating. That and the glare from the intense lights illuminating the stage areas deadened my senses after awhile. The only saving grace with this place was the group of beautiful, scantily clad young Thai ladies dancing on the stages and the ice cold beer that the bar served. The "Long Gun" must...
Shane's lips brushed mine so gently I wasn't sure he had kissed me at all, as if he was still giving me the chance to back out. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips onto his and I felt the pressure increase and we were kissing properly, his lips crushing mine. I felt lightheaded, and the blood began to pound in my ears as I felt his arm pull me closer. I hes...
Chapter Fourteen – Supergirls Bangkok "I've fucking had it with Jason!" Michele spat at Rod Latham "That fuckwit tracked me down and found me in a bar in Naples and created an absolute shitfight. And every night I'm here in the club he carries on like a petulant child whenever I work a punter and in particular Lieutenant Steve Winters who is one of our...