I had always been scared of Jerry, my boss from summer camp, yet here I was, in a hotel room with him while my boyfriend was far away. I knew from the look in his eyes that after he had licked me to a climax, he hadn’t finished with me. Jerry pulled me to the edge of the bed pushed my knees back and prodded his big dick between my legs. I asked him to wait, my body and mind weren’t ready for him, but he didn’t seem to car...

Jerry scared me from the first moment I met him. When he came to run our school summer camp, none of us had ever seen or heard anything like him before. Our school was in rural Thailand and back then, it was a Thai girl’s only school into which this white man, called Jerry, with the loudest voice I had ever heard walked in. It was like throwing a big rock in a quiet pond. It was clear he had never seen anything like us be...

As I gazed through the rain stained taxi window, at the dimly lit streets of Bangkok, the shuttered shop windows could not pass quickly enough. My mind was distracted and my eyes were in no mood to rest on anything. So they hopped manically from my watch, to the window, to my phone. My thoughts were immovably fixed on a hotel bedroom, but I knew not where. Somewhere out there, in the forest of hotels that clutter the area...

I woke up first and lay alone on the sofa, bathed in sunshine and happiness. The girl I loved was well and truly mine again, and I had her climax twice in the space of a few hours. I laughed inwardly at Jerry’s impotent arrogance, his desire for the girl he would never have. She was mine, and I knew then I wanted her to be mine forever. Victory was mine and it tasted sweet. All of which made what happened next harder to f...

They say that fiction is stranger than fact and herein lies the evidence. This is the first part of three of the tale that should never be told, the tale that should be consigned to the waste bin of discarded memories such is the intensity of emotion it evokes to this day. Pain, pleasure, lies and deceit of the highest order all played their parts. Yet the two main characters, those terrible twins of guilt and jealousy to...

I had never realized when I set my heart on making the shy, eighteen-year-old Asian cutie at the wedding mine, that I would have to wait so long to fuck her. Months of fantasizing about her naked had followed, punctuated by periods when I never thought I would. Yet like a tropical storm at the end of the dry season, our frustratingly platonic relationship had suddenly burst into a flurry of intense sexual experiences on o...

When I woke up it felt late. The room was bathed in sunshine, and the bed was empty. I sat up, looking for my young Asian girlfriend May, it was our first holiday together, just twenty-four hours earlier we had enjoyed our first fuck after a long, patience-sapping wait of five months. As I looked around, the reason for both became apparent. She stood in the window, dressed only in her sexy, cute little doll outfit, holdin...

I have read countless stories about wife sharing, or the derivation of wife sharing, cuckolding, yet few convey sufficient emotional depth to those of us who have experienced it. This is our tale of when our relationship underwent a dynamic change and provided the foundation for the experiences that followed. Reading our previous parts will allow you, our reader, to understand how we arrived at this point.I had endured fi...

I awoke to an unfamiliar sensation. Curled within my arms was a petite, disconcertingly childlike body and it was moving suggestively against me. I knew immediately that I was far from the solitary home I had made in my small Bangkok apartment. As my senses began to awaken, I felt a hand fumbling with my morning erection, silky hair tickling my face. Soft lips brushed over my cheek and a voice, young and heavily accented...

The night May, my new oriental girlfriend, left my apartment to return to her parents’ house, I stood on my balcony, beer in hand listening to the night sounds of Bangkok, feeling rather contented. As the massed ranks of windows stared back, I smugly reflected. The pretty Thai girl I had hunted for nearly five months had finally revealed her naked body to me, and best of all, I knew this was merely the start. I pictured h...

I sensed my long wait was over. Our plan had been agreed; we would buy food then return to my apartment, for the first time. The shy, eighteen-year-old Asian student I had pursued for months and who referred to us as being in a relationship, was about to finally reveal the hidden beauty beneath her clothes. As she approached, her choice of outfit revealed her mood and my hopes rose. May was wearing a pink cotton top, with...

A week after our that lust fuelled kiss in the temple grounds, May told me she had already planned to go to a river on the outskirts of Bangkok with her friends and invited me to join them. The thought of once again being shadowed and monitored by her friends was distinctly unappealing, but I couldn’t resist the chance to be with her, any chance. Besides there was a strong hint the afternoon may include swimming, which me...

When my employer invited me to relocate to Thailand, I wasted no chance in accepting and weeks later emerged from the familiarity of a British Airways airplane to the unfamiliar humidity of an Asian morning. Confusion swirled around me in those early days, yet through the misty haze of unknown faces, indiscernible languages and unreadable signs, against a backdrop of relentless dusty heat, my eyes found themselves increas...