This third world.

I am waiting for my schedule with my trainer. I am at the gym lounge enjoying complimentary coffee and Internet access. On the way here, I had to bribe a cab to take me in. Where I'm from, most cab drivers are hella picky. They drive around for convenience trying to scrounge up the most they can during their shift preferably driving around nearby distances, easily earning from the standard flag-down fee. It's pretty accepted in this society. Or, people have let it be but with much resentment. Comfort is something I am willing to pay a little extra for, especially after a long day at work. To soften the blow to my pocket, I consider it as aid to third-world economy victims. In my ride, I lock the doors, ask the music volume to be lowered, and I bring out my Internet device to catch up on my readings. Sometimes, I'd write. If I am rally pooped, it's a nice sleep till I arrive. Didn't get off at directly in front of the gym. I chose to walk a bit. It was a lovely stroll. The shopping complex around was about shutting down. There wasn't much of a crowd save for the taxi queues spread all-over.

While walking, it would be no surprise to see couples canoodling. Things like this thrive amidst the weary energies of commuters and observers. Then one corner later, I am welcomed by two twinks in school uniform. They were holding hands in a steady brisk walk. They had this tired blank expression on their faces. There was no care. All the care was in the lack of space between their fingers. They walk past me. As I crossed the street, from a nearby fast-food joint walks out two yuppy guys, each with a laptop bag. Both were in leather shoes. As they strode down the front steps, one guy's hand went around the other's waist. I walked past them. Passing by the parking lot, a red car had just shut its lights. Out walked the driver in gym gear. I hear a thud and from the back of the car, another guy in gym gear hold two bags in his hand. The driver locks his car and they meet by the side. Driver got his bag with one hand and held other guy's hand. I walked into the gym, straight to the lockers, undressed, and covered up with a towel.

No one cared.

Fresh from a blowjob. Fresh from climax. It sucks I know. But I just get by with every little bit I can find. This existence is a third world metaphor. A loop. A spiral. Orgasm after orgasm.

I am waiting for my trainer. Enjoying free coffee and WiFi.

Screw linear.

This time last week, I was in a hotel room in a city right next to where I live. I was with a visiting caucasian, let's call him Alejandro. By now we have gone beyond greetings and pleasantries. We'd have done them during coffee four hours earlier. We're actually both naked on his bed. Kissing. Fondling. Conversing. You read right. Conversing. I am such a sucker for great conversation. Specially one that can be quite intimate. It's utterly sexy. He's not just a sweet talker. He really was immersed in what we were talking about. He was immersed in my stories. He was immersed in me.

In about ten minutes, he'd start kissing my lips gently from the upper part slowly to the bottom. He would then stick his tongue out and glide it gently to my chin, down to my neck, down to the center of my chest where he would stop and veer to the right nipple and call it home as his right hand would reside on my other nipple. Without stopping he'd turn his eyes to look at my face. This is where our eyes would meet and we'd both smile. He made me turn face down and I could feel his entire weight pressed upon me. If his manhood were a measure of happiness, it would be New Year's meets fourth of July. All nine point five inches of it.

Alejandro was uncut. Earlier I told him how much a treat it is for me to be able to play with foreskin. Don't worry, this vixen knows his dicks. I only fondled him before we dipped in the tub. Once I cleaned him, that was when it met my lips, tongue, and teeth. Yes. Teeth. I have a very talented oral system. Going back to our foreplay, I kept on tugging the skin gently revealing the tip of his dick, and back in. Out and back in. Out and back in. And he looked at me and saw the curious cat happily playing with his food before going for the kill. I must admit though, my deep-throat skills couldn't take him all in. I concede to biological limitations. Besides, bulimia is not that sexy nowadays.

When we got in his room on the 23rd floor, I immediately asked to use the bathroom where I encountered the bathtub. I asked if we could include it in the line-up of activities we haven't set yet. He was more than willing to oblige. So we set it up, after all, it will take a while to fill. We then went back to bed, made out and talked some more. He'd spoon me as he would tell me his stories. And then he turned around as I told mine. I stared up the ceiling and my words we're interrupted with a gentle "Cuddle me, goddamnit." He was British so listening to him was really a joy.

During coffee, (mind you neither of us had coffee since that would've been my third cup in three hours, and he didn't feel like having caffeine - so we both ended up with mango shakes from a nearby coffee shop) we both aired our apprehensions upon meeting. Yes, we hooked up via Grindr. And he was one of the better experiences I've had with that app, as I was his. When I arrived to meet him minutes earlier, he stood by the entrance of the coffee shop in a black shirt and cargo shorts. When I called out his name, he turned to me in his glasses and I saw a very satisfied smile. Before we met, I wasn't in any mood but for conversation. He changed all that.

In the next two hours, we'd exchange favors and kisses until he drove the spirit in me out my in clear and white climax. It was getting late. "I wish you could stay the night." He kissed me. "I wish you could stay here every night." I kissed back.

While we cuddled, he showed me photos of his travels. I randomly asked him what kind of guys he likes. "He must have a great chest." He grabbed mine. "I bet your boyfriend is gorgeous." He smiled at me. And it was inevitable that he also shared their photos from his phone. Including his other two exes. They were all too gorgeous. And I felt a tad bit insecure. Yes. I tell you, this vixen is pretty vulnerable. But the night was a reassurance that I had nothing to be insecure about.

The next day, he flew back to HK and back to the UK. We're all friends on Facebook now. Including the boyfriend. And I cannot wait to meet them together.

Finishing last.

Frantic. Everyone's hand was jacking as fast as they could before climax. They had no time to spare since at any moment, rush hour was about to happen in the showers. The five of them has wasted enough time playing coy. On this occasion, I decided to sit it out and play lookout. Believe it or not, I wasn't in the mood at that time. The others, they were regulars. And I've fucked them before. In one way or another. Besides, I kinda needed the break.

The moment the six of us were in, it took a while for everyone to read everyone else. Not all of them I guess have shared intimacy publicly with each other. I felt obliged to start out. So I grabbed my penis from under the towel and watched their gazes shift towards me. I smiled. The ice was broken and the fun started. The group wasn't moving much. Everyone seemed comfy slouching in the wooden planks of the sauna. No one touched anyone else. At most, knees would touch, but no one leaned in to take control of whatever action could have happened. It was a group jack off.

It was just before work. You could spot the horny queers who do come in earlier than the rest so they can finish earlier than the rest so they can cruise with the rest earlier than the straights. They didn't have much time though, as one by one, other men started steeping into the shower stalls. They had to come. And one by one they did. One by one, stroke after stroke, mild grunt after mild grunt, they all came. Some by the navel. Some by the thighs. One by the chest. And none by the eyes. Thank goodness. That would have hurt. Seriously. It stings. Without much of a thank you, smile, or eye contact, one by one they stepped out. And all that was left was me.

It's not all about worked on, you know. Sometimes I get my kink watching people do it. Sometimes the circumstances under which they do it really turn me on. I am a creature of thrill. That's why I like the prospect of possibly getting caught. Nothing feels better for me than racing for the climax as a nervous chill runs down my spine while my skin is on fire. This time though, the sauna was empty. I was alone. And I was enjoying the space, the silence, and the remaining moments I had to myself, just before work. So I lubed up and began to touch myself. I took my time. My left leg rested level with my bum and my right leg stayed on the ground. I took my slow steady time. Even sliding a finger and two up and inside me. My back rested against the almost corner of the seat. My skin trickled with sweat from the contacts heat of the room. My breath became heavier. I could hear myself sighing. My left hand stayed inside while my right hand wore me out to climax.

Back from the showers, the lockers is this strange place where people don't know each other. And they don't have to. Because the sexiest part of the locker room scene happens with this bitch called discretion. It's strictly a penis to mouth to ass thing with a few kisses in between.