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Originally Posted by choichoi4u
So much info on this thread. But not much updates lately by TS. Give it a bump.... 
C.C.4u |
Here's something I wrote quite a while ago. Your bump reminded me of it.
A Khmer Wedding Pt 1
Sometime last week the FB came over for her routine twice weekly dose of orgasms, administered by yours sincerely. She has since blossomed full-fledged into a lovely woman, and lost quite a bit of shyness and now feels confident enough to take matters into her own hands, well, into her mouth as well, without any prompting. Well, that’s what 6 months of patient guidance does. She is still hanged-up about full frontal nudity before me but we are getting there, what with constant compliments for her very well-formed Venus mount (yes, it’s really lovely, shaved, very fleshy and no unsightly multiple folds).
Well, she showed me a wedding invitation and said it’s next week and indicated I have to go with her. I tried to wheedle myself out of that, saying I might have to go to Laos or Thailand. The reason for my reluctance is I might meet her parents or relatives there and in case some of you are wondering why I dread meeting them, well, I am just trying to do the right thing here. I am trying to keep the relationship on a strictly FB level. Why? Well, she’s 26 and I am more than double that. She’s divorced (and I’m not holding that against her) and unburdened with a child. She’s still relatively young, and quite attractive although a tad shorter than I like her to be (but again I’m not holding that against her). In the 6 months I’ve known her she hasn’t come up with any unreasonable demands, either for money or attention, other than a invitation to visit her parents during the Khmer New Year in April, and then it wasn’t that unreasonable, isn’t it? Why, which girl wouldn’t like to bring a boy (ahem!) back to her parents – look Pa, Ma, this is my boyfriend – to show them she’s now living a normal well fulfilled life?
Therein lies my problem. I can’t offer her a ‘normal and well fulfilled life’, and I don’t want her to harbor any false hopes. She’s a keeper but I am not in the position to keep even a pet goldfish, much less a lady, for any length of tenure. Meeting her parents might, when the time comes, for whatever reasons, to leave her, cause her much loss of face on top of the trauma of separation. And that I am reluctant to burden her with. Even if I can, Cambodian laws forbid any foreigner over 50 from marrying local lass. Not the first time I say this but she’ll be a wonderful wife for some lucky bastard but then I think I might have spoilt her for him.
Well, back to the invite. Yesterday, she called me at around 2 in the afternoon to say she’ll come by at 5. Great, I say. The last time we met was Sunday so it’s been 4 days since I had my last nookie, and the well’s filling up to the brim. She’s got great timing, this girl.
The main gate downstairs not locked in the day so she let herself in. The neighbours on the ground floor are used to her already, I guess, and so are all the motordop and tuk-tuk drivers hanging around the street corner. I had only latched the door to the apartment so she let herself in as well. Oooh, today she had her hair all done up, lots of bangs and curls, Shirley Temple like. I noticed for a while now she had not put on the false eyelashes, ever since I told her it looked quite ridiculous, and besides, her own lashes are actually quite long.
Why are you all dolled up today? I asked. Wedding dinner, you not remember? Oh-oh. I have no excuse not to go. Ah, well.
She looked quite comely and we flirted and necked for a while in the living room. She then walked to the bedroom, turning back to give me one of those mischievous ‘come-and-get-it’ look. Men’s eyes are programmed genetically to see what our dicks are wont to do, never letting reality get in the way. And so I, like the salmon leaping the fall, followed. After half an hour of begging, I resigned myself to the reason she didn’t want her hair messed up, even though she got kinda wet, and me even wetter, even when I said getting it a little messed up makes it look natural; and I sincerely believe that. Not often I get blue balls here, since I came to Phnom Penh and I believe this could be my first.
So I got up, giving her a hurt look to which she gave a sadistic laugh, and took a cold shower and dressed up for the dinner.