Sitting at the Bar

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Day 76 of 💯: An evening of drinks turns into a night of pleasure.

In the dimly lit bar, after a few Jack and cokes, she looked like an angel — a celestial beauty basking in an ethereal glow.

When I took her back to my suite, she was a demon in disguise — lusty and driven. A sexual dynamo for the cost of a pair of new blue jeans.

When we snuggled together, napping, she was like a cat, moulded into my body, purring her contentment.

In the morning, we were both haggard, and worse for wear, but she was still far beyond my league, and for such small favours, I give great thanks to income inequality amongst developing nations. As with all things Imperialistic, it’s the not so secret weapon of sex tourism. But she can feed her family, and I can afford to live on my meager pension.

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