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The other night, Saturday, I was drifting from bar to bar. I think I was hoping to run into Nam. Three different people had now mentioned seeing her. I don't know what I would have done if I had seen her. Those meetings never work out the way you think they're going to. I imagined us just sitting across from each other in a bar neither of us approaching the other. Then I imagined a different scenario where I was sitting in a bar and she slipped behind me and whispered something enticingly obscene in my ear. Then I saw her sitting with the drunken boyfriend she had tied around her erotic little finger and getting him to start a fight with me. Then I saw her suddenly walk over to me and throw a drink in my face. But I didn't see her and, as I drank more I realised that I wasn't going to see her.

I ended up on the Soi Cowboy which seemed a pleasantly meaningless place to be now. People knew me and I chatted with one very drunk Texan for a while as he outlined exactly how his wife had taken everything from him because the law was always against any man foolish enough to marry a white woman. It sounded like a repeat of conversations I'd had a million times before with millions of guys and after a while I was only half listening to him while nodding agreement and drinking. I was more beguiled by the sudden realisation that every woman in the bar we were drinking in was slightly overweight. Looking up at the dancers in front of me I was sitting face to thigh with dimpling cellulite.

"So in the end I decided to move out to Cambodia. Things in Cambodia are still wild enough to be clean. You know what I mean ?"

I smiled and nodded. I'd never been to Cambodia but the mention of the place only made me think of Nam again. I wasn't sure if I was seeing her in my mind exactly as she was or if parts of her were exaggerated in my mind. Was I remembering the Nam I hadn't seen in over a year or remembering myself remembering her. Was the hazel of her eyes that bright. Were the cascades of curls that framed her face really that perfect. Was her body really as I saw it.

I was only vaguely aware of the Texan being dragged away by some woman. I was well on the way to being completely drunk and nothing that actually happened seem to have very much gravity anymore. I thought how much easier it would be to die drunk than to die sober. The lights seemed to pulsate more and more and I found myself moving to one of the booths. The flesh on stage was barely moving at all but the colours around it seemed to be swirling insanely.

I was joined by a pleasant looking fat girl who introduced herself as Mia. Almost before I was able to say a word to her she put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my hand. I wondered briefly if I knew her from before. She didn't look like my type but then, to be honest, I don't really have a type. But she felt warm and I found myself slipping my arm around her and enjoying the fact she was there. It was someone.

One of the waitresses or mamasans arrived at the table asking if I wanted another drink. I ordered one for Mia and another for myself. She looked up at me as if grateful for my great generosity and then lay her head back on my shoulder. She reminded me of someone's fat friend. The type who never got the guy. But in this bar they were all the fat friends and in some way that made it easier just to relax with her.

When the drinks arrived I found myself asking her questions. I asked her about her home and her family. She was from Udon, had five sisters and two brothers and what she wanted most in the world was to build a house. She responded by asking me if I was married, divorced, engaged or in anyway betrothed to anyone. When I told her I wasn't she lay her head back on my shoulder and told me she had a burning sensation in her cunt that she only got when she was with a man she really wanted to fuck. This surprised me because I'd kind of been expecting her to play the inexperienced, new-to-the-bar, card. Mia, however sweet and porky she looked, was more interested in playing the hardcore slut.

With a gentle laugh that verged on childish giggling, she took my hand in hers and placed it underneath her silver mini-skirt. Her large thighs were cool to the touch and I felt my heart in my throat as she pulled my hand up so it was sitting against her cunt.

"See..." She said. "Very hot."

It was very hot. As hot cunts go it was one of the hottest I'd felt. It was like she had a one bar electric heater up there.

"I need you to fuck me too much." She whispered in my ear. "If you don't fuck me I think I can die."

I hesitated for 0.003 of a second before paying for the drinks and the barfine and taking her by the hand out the bar, across the street. We grabbed a taximeter, took it to the Sawasdii Hotel, paid for a room and hung a don't disturb sign on the door.

Smiling she sauntered into the room slightly theatrically dropping her bag on the floor. She bither lower lip suggestively and slipped the silver skirt off so it lay on the floor in a small heap that looked like discarded wrapping paper at Christmas. Her shirt came off next though she threw this across the room so it landed next to the lone slightly tattered chair. She saw me taking in her belly and breasts and it struck me that she liked the way she looked. She liked being fat. And the fact that she liked being fat made her being fat seem an attractive thing.

She unhooked her bra and her large breasts hung loose. She had huge brown, almost black nipples, that contrasted sharply with the paler flesh around them. The way she looked... I just wanted to sink my teeth into her... My gonads were aching in anticipation of her. Actual pain flushing through my groin. As if reading my mind she said "First I go shower."

She emerged from the shower a couple of minutes later wrapped in a large towel which, even though she'd just stripped in front of me, seemed to preserve her mystery.

I went to go shower and when I came out she jumped me and bit my ear, before we both fell back on to the bed. She leaned across me like some predator coming in for the kill and smiled a toothy smile. "Hmmm..." She said. "My pussy still hot. How you can make my pussy feel okay again ?"

"I don't know but maybe we can think of something."

She moved up across my body and sat over my chest before parting the towel just below her belly exposingher cunt to me. Then, like a model posing for some jazz mag, she parted the dark lips of her vulva to expose the pink flesh within. "Is so beautiful. You like my pussy ? You think is beautiful ?"

I nodded and she laughed. It was a disconcerting laugh. Not your average common or garden laugh. There was a definite manic edge in there.

She rolled over on to her back and let the towel fall loosely on to the floor gazing at me, waiting for me to move on to her.

I rolled on to her and we stayed inches apart for a few moments before I kissed her. Her mouth tasted like garlic flavoured Listerine and her tongue slipped easily between my lips exploring my mouth.

Her fingers played around the skin of my own belly before tracing a line around my balls and then tickling their way along my cock. Then, while we were still locked in a kiss, I felt her fingers wrapping themselves around my cock one by one before tightening around it almost to the point of pain. Noticing my own breathing becoming short she pulled back from the kiss and smiled "You like this ! I love you dick. I want it inside me. You understand ? I want it now."

And suddenly we rolled back again so that I was lying on my back and she still had a tight little grip on my penis. She sat on my thighs and pulled my dick so it was right up against her cunt hair. She pressed my dick up against her cunt rubbing our sexes together so I could feel the almost sharp obtrusion of her clitoris poking through. Then she lifted her body up and eased herself on to me so I could watch and feel my dick sinking deeper and deeper into her boiling cunt. The heat of it seemed to send this sense of unbelievable euphoria through the entire lower half of my body. This was what it was like to burn and it wasbeautiful. As beautiful as her cunt. As beautiful as her sweet brown eyes, as beautiful as her sweet brown tits and as beautiful as the folding flesh of her belly. When I was wholly inside her a small involuntary sigh came from her and I couldn't help wondering at what point it became an edict that it was better for women to look thin.

We stayed still for a moment looking into each other's eyes. In moment's like this I always feel that I'm in love and that the woman I'm with is the only woman I could ever possibly want in my life. Of course it's just a moment.

Playfully and with a wicken smile on her lips Mia started moving her hips around and around before falling forward on to me grinding her ass up and down the length of my dick like it was on automatic pilot while she kissed me on the lips, her long black hair falling around us creating the sensation that we were in a hair tent concealed from the outside world while engaged in the ultimate intimacy.

Suddenly her movements speeded up taking me to the brink of orgasm. Then she stopped and her hot little cunt tightened around my dick as her fingers had and I was held in this kind of mid-maybe-orgasmic haze half coming and yet not coming.

She smiled a wide dirty crazy smile and lay the entire weight of her body on my abdomen. A few seconds passed where I felt sure I was going to spurt but the moment passed and she knew the exact second that the moment passed before her ass started working on me again. This time she kept going and fell backwards jerking and jerking. Her flesh shaking as she jerked again. Her cunt tightening and loosening and tightening and loosening over and over again as the shudders passed through her body. Then she pulled herself away from me leaving my dick twitching in the air. Seeing it she immediately kissed my balls and then touched the underside of the glans with the tip of her tongue. In a second arcs of semen squirted across my chest. I felt increasingly vulnerable with my bollocks empty and the come growing cold on my skin. She simply dipped her fingertips into a pool and raised a viscous stream into the air. She smiled as she watched the pearly jism slipping between her fingers and said "Suay na ?" before putting her fingers into her mouth like a child eating cake mix from the bowl... "Aroy duay." She scooped some more from my skin and held it out to me "You want taste ?"

"No thanks... You're all right."

She smiled and licked this off her fingertips too before putting her mouth to my belly and lapping it all from me like a cat lapping up cream. And when it was all finished she placed her mouth around my dick keeping her eyes locked on my eyes as she wrapped her tongue around it.

Once my dick was as solid as a steel girder Mia slid up so we were face to face again and, using her left hand, pushed my dick back inside her.

And we stayed like this for most of the night.

Because the fire in her cunt just kept on burning.

 

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