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Starting with my spread, a 5 star private villa with virgin white queen sized beds that were sprinkled with flower pellets every night when I returned home alone at 5am. Given all the unbelievably hot men that clung to me on the dance floor each night it would have been so easy to take one of those hunks back home to turn the tables on them each night. The warm breeze from the beach blowing in through the veiled canopy of the bed would have made my nipples stand up as I straddled these boys letting them see my perky little breasts glimmer in the moonlight.
No, instead I’d collapse tipsy into my pillows and plunge my hand into my soaking wet pussy every night to give myself relief from wanting to fuck those boys silly all night. But that’s not how the game is played at these high levels and it’s fucking torturous not allowing myself to give into what I want. If we were back in Bangkok I’d be going over from which guy would I benefit the most by offering him a hint of my pussy and ass but on vacation there are no such rules to abide by. One by one they’d come to me, each hotter than the one before and one by one I’d give them every indication that I’d be taking them home to fuck until the sun came up.
Then each one I’d leave holding his dick in his hand on the sidewalk as I’d get in the taxi without even giving so much as a goodbye kiss on the cheek. That’s the discipline. That’s what’s required to ensure that when I do open my legs it’s completely on my terms and never letting a guy forget that those terms require a hell of a lot more than looks.
It’s truly remarkable just how many hoops a guy will jump through when made to do so. It’s equally remarkable how primal fucking can be for men. I lost count of how many guys would pose for selfies with me just so they could get close enough to me long enough to press their rock hard dick onto my ass. Given the two extremes of possible male behavior, I find it fascinating that each male would rather choose to chase the pussy they can’t get instead of taking the girls that are literally willing to suck their cock on the dance floor.
To that end, I don’t know what I’m teaching each guy as the taxi pulls away from the club at 5am leaving them standing there to contemplate what just happened. These are model looking men that each had a handful of girls to choose from yet each of the 5 nights I’d lead them to be stranded at the curb scratching their head. Men want a challenge. I think there is such a dearth of women who play impossible to get well enough that it makes males crave the hunt more than they crave the nasty.
Anyways, enough of the sexy shit. That vacation is done, my next one is on the horizon next month but between now and then are a whole lot of sessions that have to get done. Before I get to those though I want to say that earlier tonight just a few kilometers from my home many people who were innocently going about their lives suddenly in less than a millisecond ceased to exist. It hasn’t been lost on me yet that just a few hours before my taxi passed through that intersection on the way home from the airport. Out of a million things to say I’ll only say this.
The original Mistress Jaa for the longest time had on the first page of this website a message that read : “Be happy, because you never know the future.”
Be happy everybody.
Yours Truly
Jaa2 xx