Igor The Troll

Acapulco Cliff Diver

I was in Acapulco for a few days already, and I was getting itchy. I just broke up with my new, Mexican girlfriend, and I had nothing to do.

I met the girl in Oaxaca, Mexico and we traveled together to Acapulco. She treated me really nice while we were on the road, going from one small town to another. But once in Acapulco, she turned cold on me because I interacted with other Americans. One day I wanted to order pizza to eat. She really got upset and went ballistic on me. She screamed out she wants to eat Mexican food not Greengo food and went to slap me. I caught her hand and slapped her. That was a bad move.

She called the police on me and I got arrested. They brought me, together with her to a local police station. They put me in a small cell with other guys. Luckily I spoke some Spanish, so I was able to converse with them. They were telling me, I would be locked up for years for hitting a woman. I knew they were just trying to extort money from me. I said she is my girlfriend and we just had a fight. They tried to play hard nose, but I did not cave in. Eventually they said give them dinero – money. I said I do not have any. They relented, “Just give us money to put your girlfriend on a bus back home to Oaxaca.” I agreed. I gave them 20 usd and they let me out of the cell.

I was happy to get away clean from the cops. I was a bit of a bad boy then. I use to smuggle American goods over the border from San Diego to Mazatlan. I also traded currency, buying dollars from tourists and selling pesos to Mexican gold shops. I figured I would try trading money in Acapulco as well. There were many tourists hanging around the beech. I first tried in hotel lobbies. I approached the tourists and asked them if they wanted to change their dollars into pesos. They thought I wanted to buy pesos and sent me to an exchange house. I tried telling them, I will give them better rate than an exchange house, but it was a hard sell. After a few attempts hotel security guards came by and asked me to leave.

Changing money for tourists worked fine in Mazatlan, but it was a bit more difficult in Acapulco. In Mazatlan there were not many exchange houses, and security was a bit lax, so I had no problem approaching the tourists. I was honest, and offered better rates than exchange house, but it was hard to get people to trust you with their money. Thrown out of a few hotels I went to hustle the beach. There were not many tourists laying around on the beach, and the ones who were there, were not interested in changing money.

Still, I did not give up and continued to walk the beach. I was a bit tired from walking under the hot sun, and there was a really good-looking Senorita hanging out. I decided to take a break and say hello to her. I just said, “Acapulco is really nice!” She agreed and our conversation started. She told me her name is Maria and she was staying with her aunt up on the hill. We talked about funny things and got to know each other. I proposed to rent a car and drive around. She agreed. We got off the beach and rented a car.

We rented a Volkswagen convertible. My new friend Maria had long red hair, and as we drove the hair danced in the wind. We went up the cliffs and visited a villa for lunch. The villa grounds where sparsely laid out, and the house were white. We went to the pool restaurant to have lunch. The pool overlooked the bay, and waves were rolling and rippling onto the surrounding rocks. It was a magnificent look of the water.

We set down on the soft cabana chairs and ordered a dozen of huge oysters and a bottle of Champagne. I wanted to impress the girl. The oysters were delicious. They slid down your throat. It felt better than sex. The waiter came around and asked us for our room number. We were not staying there, but I figured why not try to be smart. I said my room is 405 and signed it as Frank. The waiter went away but I felt he was watching us. I said to Maria, let’s go. She quickly got up and followed me. We quickly got into the car and drove pass the security gate. We were out of the place and laughing like two children. She knew I skipped the bill, but she did not care. She kind of, like me, enjoyed the frill and excitement. We got away clean.

Our next stop was the Acapulco cliff divers. We pulled up to the rocks and got out of the car. There was a slim tan good-looking guy ready to jump off 100 feet cliff into the churning green waters bellow. One, Two Three, he ran back a few meters and catapulted forward into the abyss with his hands extended forward. It was a beautiful somersault and he disappeared into the waters bellow. Oh, what a spectacle. I would not even dream of trying something like that. It is so easy to hit the rocks bellow and crash to your death.

Back in the car, we drove down the cliffs road to the beach. At the beach, we saw a small island not too far away. We tried to hire a fisherman with a wooden boat to take us to the island for a few hours. He would need to wait for us and bring us back. He would not agree to wait for us. We gave up. I do not know why, maybe it was the oysters but I was horny as hell. I took Maria behind the rocks, on the side of the beach. We started kissing like crazy. We were both wearing shorts, and I found it no problem penetrating her. We went down on the sand and made passionate love. At on point a few Mexican Federales came around and started watching us. They were giggling and pointing fingers at us. I did not pay attention to the Mexican police and kept making love to Maria.

After we finished making love I drove Maria to el Bario. She hung out with me for a while but would not invite me to her aunt’s house. I guess the Mexicans are ashamed if they have a relationship with an American or another westerner. I said goodbye to her and returned the car back to the car rental shop. With nothing to do I strolled around the beach. I helped the local fisherman pull in a net of fish. It was really hard work. A boat went out and dropped the net into deep, and people on the beach had to pull it in. The life of a Marinero!

After a few days lingering on the beach, I decided to try the money exchange thing one more time. I got an idea, why not got to the airport and see if I can buy Mexican Pesos from tourists leaving Mexico. I took a bus to the airport and went over into the gate area. There were no exchange houses there, and I had no problems buying Mexican Pesos from the departing tourists. I had a big wad of Dollars in my hands and was buying lots of money at a good exchange rate. Shit, all of a sudden a few policemen came to me. They grabbed my money from me and dragged me to a room.

They kept screaming at me, and saying where did I get the money and why am I at the airport. All together I had a few thousand dollars on me. I told them that I needed Mexican money and was buying it from the leaving tourists. I said, I did not know that I could not do it. Right away I requested to call my Israeli Embassy. They would not let me make a phone call but kept intimidating me. They said I must go with them to a central police station. They put me in the car and drove around the airport a few times. Then they stopped and said get out. I cried, “Give me my money or let me call my embassy!” After a few minutes of negotiation they gave me back my money. They asked me for a few dollars for cerveza – beer. I said no and left the car.

Hustling in Acapulco was adventures and fun. I put my ass on the line and got away with a lot of shit. Looking back at it, my nerves begin to shake. It was dangerous and dumb!

Backpacking Thailand

I heard many interesting things about Thailand. That it is very warm, there are many beautiful beaches, lush green tropical jungles, and delicious food. Also, that the people are very friendly. But I guess the main reason why I chose Thailand for my vacation was that I had very little money to spend and I wanted to have fun.

I found me a cheap ticket on Air Thai that ran about 40,000 Yen and I took a train to Kansai airport to board the plane. I was kind of worried that I may not have enough funds to spend a week in Thailand. I only had 20,000 Yen and that would have to carry me over for the week. As the plane was landing I was thinking about how I would manage on such a tight budget. I got off the plane and proceeded through immigration. No questions asked I was given a 30 days visa on arrival.

I am in Thailand I said to myself. I was very happy to start my adventure. I was told that the cheapest and the most interesting place to stay in Bangkok was Khao San road. I decided to go there. I went to the taxi stand to get me a taxi and I was told that it would cost me 1,000 Yen to get there. I waited, if I am to enjoy Thailand with the money that I have I must be economical. So I decided to find ways that I can save money! I looked around and found another fellow traveler who was also looking to get to Khao San road. We got into the taxi and drove through a busy road onto our destination. Arriving on Khao San road we found ourselves surrounded by many people. There were older ladies pushing wagons with chicken kabobs, frying noodles with soybeans, a fruit seller cutting up a pineapple, peddlers with baskets full of things. There were many other travelers all around us. Young Thai people walking by were shopping for clothes from the street shops. The street was alive. It was great! But it was getting late and we needed to find a place to stay.

We looked around us and saw many hotels and guesthouses. There were Sweety guesthouse, Sawasde, Buddy, Khao San palace, and Privacy. They all nearly looked the same. Before coming to Thailand, one of my friends recommended Privacy to me. So I said to the guy who I shared the taxi with let’s go check out Privacy. His name was James and he was from England. He as well as I were traveling on a shoestring budget. So he proposed we share a room. I just met him but I sort of felt comfortable staying with him for the night. The room had an air conditioner, a private bathroom, and two beds and it ran us 500 Yen each. We threw our bags into the room and went outside for some food. We bought some noodles with prawns for 100 Yen and a few bottles of Shingha beer then climbed up to the fourth floor to have our supper in our room. After eating, we went to sleep. We were so tired.

Next day we awoke ready to explore Bangkok the capital of Thailand. I had a Lonely Planet guidebook for Thailand. James and I started browsing though it looking for interesting places to visit. We prepared a schedule for the day: first we will go to the Grand Palace - Wat Prakaew to see the Emerald Buddha, latter Wat Arun on the Chapraya river to see the colorful pagodas, finally head down to China town for dinner. We ran down to the street and hailed a Tuk Tuk and instructed the driver to take us to the Palace. It was magnificent with gold covered stupas and magnolia trees in the courtyard. The palace was covered with a teak wooden roof and sand stone carved pillars. As we entered the main building we were surprised to see wall paintings covering all the four walls of the palace walls telling the story of the Siam history, the different kings, the wars they fought, and the gods they worshiped. As we proceeded to the inner room we saw the Emerald Buddha the size of a small child in a glass cabinet. It was great, pure emerald, respected and prayed to by millions of Thai people and foreigners. We lit some incense and said our prayers. After visiting Wat Prakaew we boarded a ferry not far away from the palace and headed over to the Wat Arun pagodas. The ferry’s price was a bargain of 50 Yen. We got off from the boat and climbed the pagodas to get a look of Bangkok city. After site seeing we were very tired and lied down on bamboo mats for an hour or so. We were getting very hungry and it was time to go to China town.

We took a taxi over Chapraya’s river bridge into China town’s main street Yawarat road. There were many shops and restaurants on both sides of the street. We got out of the cab and walked around trying to find an inexpensive place. We found an outdoor seafood restaurant with crates full of tiger prawns, cattle fish, and blue crabs displayed next to each other. A man in a white apron was putting the stuff on charcoal flamed grill with smoke and barbeque smell feeling the air. The seafood was sold by the weight. We did our calculations and figured out it would be in our budget to eat here. We ordered a dozen of prawns, a bunch of crabs, a large cattle fish all barbequed. The waiter brought us a few beers. The food was excellent and it only cost us 400 Yen each. After dinner we turned in for the night feeling tired but very happy with our first day of exploring Bangkok, Thailand.

The next few days we hung out on Khao San road talking with other travelers and gathering information as to where we should go next. Some people recommended that we go north to Changmai and Chingrai to do some jungle trekking, water rafting, and elephant riding. But I was interested in going south to hang out on the beaches. James wanted to do some jungle trekking so we had trouble agreeing and almost parted; but fortunately, another traveler who has been to the south of Thailand recommended a great place for jungle trekking in the south, the place called Kaosok. Finally we were set. We went to the nearest travel agent and booked the trip to Koh Samui, the main island in the south. We paid 600 Yen per person for an overnight bus ride with a ferry from the mainland to the island. We were off.

We checked out off the hotel and boarded the overnight bus south. The bus ride was easy. We stopped for a food break on the way and in the morning we were in Suratani. From Suratani we took an hour ferry ride over a calm blue bay water to the island Koh Samui. On the boat, young boys, invited us to stay at one place or another. After looking over the different brochures that they showed us we decided we will go to Lamai beach; but we will do it by ourselves without having one of the boys take us. After the ferry arrived at Nathon beach we got off it and caught a shared pickup ride, called Songtem to Lamai beach.

At the beach there were many hotels, bungalows, and resorts. We referred to our handy Lonely Planet Guide for advice, and it gave us a few choices. We checked out the bungalow places that it recommended to us. After a few trials we picked a nice place right on the beach called Marina bungalows. The place was a bit run down, but it was right on the beach. It had the basic needs a hut with two beds, a fan, and a bathroom. No luxuries, but right on the beach for 800 Yen a day. We put our bags in the room, changed into our swimming suits, and ran into the water. The water was warm. It was blue green and calm. It felt really good to be in it. Just laying on my back with my eyes closed I was able to forget about every thing. That evening we came out on the main street and walked around looking for a place to eat. There were many fancy restaurants with seafood displayed in a fancy fashion. We knew it was a bit expensive so we declined. We looked around and found a small market in the side alley. There were many small restaurants. We checked out their menus and found the prices were very reasonable. We went into one of them and set at a table. After looking around and seeing what other people were eating, we decided on a few dishes.`When the waiter came other, we just pointed to those dishes. I said I want what that person, that person, and that person was having. We wound up ordering Tom Yom Kung a spicy prawn soup, clams with chilly sauce, and Pad Thai - fat noodles with seafood. The dinner was excellent and it only cost us 200 Yen each. We agreed that we would come here every night to eat. The next few days we laid under the sun, took swims, and just acted lazy. In the evenings we ate dinner at our usual place and visited different bars for a few drinks. The place was a paradise. We even rented a motorcycle and drove around the island visiting quiet deserted beaches.

Only having but a week to spend in Thailand, after three days on the island, we decided to move on. We took the ferry back to Surathani. Arriving there, we went to Kaosok National Park. James wanted to do some hiking and swimming in the waterfalls. I was interested in seeing the Fly Eating Plant. We took a local bus to the park. The bus ride was four hours, and it cost 200 Yen a person. Getting of the bus we were greeted by a group of young people inviting us to stay at their places. Our guidebook did not have much on accommodations at this place so we decided to go with one guy. The place that he took us to was right by the river. There were bungalows all around and a nice restaurant overlooking the river. We said it looks great and decided to stay there. After bringing our bags to our room, we took a break for coffee. The restaurant by the river looked onto the towering cliffs. As we were sitting and drinking our coffee, the sun was coming down and there were playful cheerful monkeys climbing down the cliffs to the river. The next morning we got up early and went to the park. We entered the park, paid our admission fee of 1000 Yen each, and began the track. The track took us around the winding river through the lush jungle. We passed a few water holes where we took a dip. I was not able to see the Fly Eating Plant. Supposedly there is a season for it, but we were there at a different time. Still, tracking through the jungle was fun, but time was running out and we had to return to Bangkok.

In Bangkok we checked in to the same hotel. I was to go back to Japan the next day and James was heading north to continue his travels. We said good night to each other and went to sleep. When I got up I realized James was gone. I packed my stuff and was ready to go out for my last day in Bangkok. Luckily I checked my flight ticket for departure time. When I was checking it, I realized my passport is missing. I panicked! What am I to do? My flight was at 10 p.m. and I could not fly without my passport. I relaxed for a minute and called my embassy. They said they could give me a temporary passport today so I can fly to Japan. I picked up my passport and boarded my flight.

On the plane I started thinking where did my passport go? Did I just lose it or James took it? I had trouble believing that after James and I had spent a week traveling together he could have done such a thing. I started going over in my mind, why did I travel with him? I just met the guy and I trusted him so much. But then I said to myself, look what is done is done. I had a great time and I enjoyed traveling in Thailand. I really liked James’ company and if he really took my passport than I cannot do anything. But maybe I just lost it! In my mind I went over all the good things we did together and I felt at ease. I really had a good time in Thailand. I was ready to come back to Thailand the first chance I could get. There are many islands to be explored, lots of food to try, and many nice people to meet. Thailand is the land of the smiles!

There are many hot bath Onsens – Hot Springs in Japan, but recently the Japanese people too busy to go to an Onsen by the Ocean or in the mountains. They visit Onsens made right in the middle of a big city.

Japan founded on the land of volcanoes has a lot of hot steaming water under ground.
To make an Onsen in a big city like Osaka they just have to dig deeper to find the natural mineral water. Onsen is great for relaxing and healing your body. The price of going to a public Onsen is about 500 to 899 Yen. It is great to go to an Onsen in a winter because the outside temperature is cold and the hot water is hot, making your body most relaxed. After you go to an Onsen make sure to go to a Yakiniku restaurant and have a nice direr of barbecued beef on a grill.

Here are some pictures of a Hot Bath Onsen in Osaka Japan and a video of me having Yakiniku dinner with my wife.

Japanese Onsen

Yakiniku Dinner

In AD 25, Luoyang became the capital of Eastern Han Dynasty. For several centuries, Luoyang was the focal point of China.

Visiting the Old Town in Luoyang is really fun. You enjoy the old traditional China. Eat some hand made noodled, visit the drum tower, try out some traditional Chinese clothes that are still used in Kung Fu movies, or just enjoy the walk through the old cobblestone street.

Luoyang Old Town

Broken Bed

While traveling in China I had a pleasure to experience the Chinese People’s Justice first hand. I stayed at a youth hostel in Beijing that was recommended by the Lonely Planet Travel guide. If you have ever stayed in a youth hostel you will able to relate to my story, but if you have not it will be confusing as hell.

I arrived at this place early in the morning and checked into a dorm room that sleeps 4 people. Staying in dorm rooms when you travel not only saves you money but it is also fun because you get to talk to other travelers who are sleeping in the same room as you. You do not really talk to people in the room but go to public area and grab a drink and shoot the breeze.

That was exactly what I did. An Italian guy who was staying in my dorm and I set down on a couch in public space. We talked about traveling and drunk beers. There were many travelers in the public area, which served as a restaurant common area. There was an Israeli guy who just came back from traveling Mongolia, a couple of Danish guys on their first long trip away from their country, Swedish girls who got tired of working back home and decided to vagabond the world, an English architect who came to China to volunteer for a nonprofit organization, and many other people were there.

It was really fun for me, because for the past three weeks I stayed in Chinese hotels and no westerners were around. I visited different tourist places, but did not come across western people. So it was nice to talk to fellow travelers about China and traveling in general. We watched crazy movies like Jackass, Bruce Lee, and other nostalgic stuff. We talked about improving the world and getting rid off injustices – Utopian ideology but not very practical. We looked at each other’s pictures of China that we took while traveling. It was a lot of fun!

Nighttime came around, and I went to sleep. My bunk bed was on top. I climbed into it and fell asleep. Bang, I felt sharp pain around my vertebrate, and I jumped up in shock. I landed on the bottom bunk, and the bed came crashing. I am like WTF, trying to figure out what happened. A guy, who was sleeping beneath me, banged on the thin plywood bottom of my bed, hitting the spinal nerves of my vertebrate. I was angry as shit and asked the guy why he hit my bed. Smiling and giggling he replied, “You were snoring!”

It was about 5 in the morning. Knowing that the bed was broken, I went to notify the hostel people so we can straighten the situation out. I was also concerned that the guy who was the cause of the bed breaking would run away and I would have to pay for the broken bed. Notifying the management of the hostel, they offered a solution that both of us pay a total of 200 usd for the bed.

I knew it was not my fault for breaking the bed, but I agreed to pay half the money. The guy who abruptly woke me up causing the problem, did not like the idea. He started crying and saying he has no money. He called his parents in Korea complaining to them. Then he called Korean embassy in Beijing. No one was able to help him. The hostel people called police, and an officer came over to settle the matter. After hearing everybody’s story he determined that I should pay 200 usd for the bed, and the Korean guy should pay me 100 usd for my medical bill, so I can go to a hospital and check myself. The Korean guy crying he has no money and he is living China tomorrow reached into his pocket and gave me 80 usd. I really did not want to push the issue and accepted the money.

I was told that I have to move to a private room. I protested, saying that it was not my fault for breaking the bed. The manager gave me an ultimatum, move or leave the hostel. I moved to a private room and stayed there for 4 days. After 4 days, the manager told me my room is reserved and I need to move back to a dorm room. I was beginning to feel like cattle! They move you around depending on what is convenient for them. I agreed to the move. I was back in society! The broken bed was never replaced as the manager claimed it would be. I guess he pocketed the money.

4 days later, one night while hanging out in the common room watching videos on TV, some American girl started screaming to everyone that she wants to watch Michael Jackson music video. Nobody wanted to watch Michael Jackson video, and they all ignored her. I said to her Michael is Lame. She got all upset, saying this hostel is for children and you are an adult. There were people of all ages staying at the hostel, so calling me an adult was really strange.

I did not pay her attention and continued partying with my friends. We were drinking Baidju, a Chinese Whiskey! I felt really good and had a good time, although was a bit drunk! I was really tired and went to sleep. In the morning some girl in my room started screaming about me snoring. I looked at the girl, and it was the Michael Jackson chick! Again she said, “You are an adult, and you should not be staying at a youth hostel.” I had a bit of a hangover, and I snapped at her. I said, “Can you leave me the fuck alone!”

That was when all hell broke lose. Other American guys staying in the same room started a protest to get me kicked out off the hostel. One guy went to get the manager. The manager came to the room saying that I must leave, that I am bad for his business. I am bad for business? WTF, I was just snoring! Anyway, he said if I do not leave he will have me arrested. I knew I had no chance to argue my case. I was just a foreigner in a strange country. China won, and I lost. I had no rights!

Later I found out that I was not the only guy given the boot at this hostel. A couple, a guy and his girlfriend, was kicked out of the hustle for having Sex in their room. Apparently, because they were not married they were not allowed to have sex in their room. Now this is kind of strange because the hostel caters to young people who come to travel and have fun.

The Chinese have double standards when it comes to equal rights for themselves and the foreigners visiting their country. Chinese have massage parlors and whorehouses on almost every block. But when it comes to western people showing affection, it is not allowed! Welcome to Chinese People’s Justice!

After traveling the North East of China for a month, I made it to Beijing. I stayed at Leo Hostel in the old hutongs, where many travelers stay. It was fun. I met many friends who I got drunk with, visited tourist places, and just talk about traveling and life.

While Leo is a great place to hang out, the management are Assholes. They threw me out after 10 days for snoring. I also heard from my friend that a western couple was thrown out for having sex in their room!?! This is Chinese communism; it is police state mentality. While you hardly come across such mentality while traveling in China, and it is pretty much disappearing due to capitalism, it is still there.

Here is a fun video and a bunch of pictures of nice people whom I met in Beijing.

Feeding The Chinese

Chinese Baidju Whiskey

Leo Hostel Assholes

Chinese Police and Igor The Troll

Igor The Troll Communist

Troll Smoking Pot

Chinese Bunny

Swedish Girls

An Israeli

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Irish Girl

The Duke of Hazard

Masa and Igor The Troll

Chinese and Japanese

Chinese Model

English Teacher

Freedom of Speech Baby

A mute was walking down the street one day and chanced upon a friend of his (also a mute).

In sign language, he inquired how his friend had been doing. The friend replied (vocally!), “Oh, you can can that hand-waving shit. I can talk now!”

Intrigued, the mute pressed him for details. It seems that he had gone to a specialist, who, seeing no physical damage, had put him on a treatment program that had restored the use of his vocal chords. Gesturing wildly, the mute asked if he might meet this specialist. They got an appointment that very afternoon.

After an exam, the specialist proclaimed that there was no permanent damage, that the mute was essentially in the same condition as his buddy, and that there was no reason why he couldn’t be helped as well.

“Yes, yes” signed the mute. “Let’s have the first treatment right now!”

“Very well,” replies the specialist. “Kindly go into the next room, drop your pants and lean over the examining table. I’ll be right in.”

The mute does as instructed and the doctor sneaks in with a broomstick, mallet, and jar of Vaseline. Greasing the broom handle, he “sends it home” with a few deft swipes of the mallet.

The mute jumps from the table, screaming, “AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa!”

“VERY good,” smiles the doctor. “Next Tuesday, we start with ‘B’.”

Guest Post by PurpleFrogCat

Miranda McCurlie aka ilovecpstyle is Fun, Witty, and Entertaining. She is a Fresh Face of Social Media. She sort of reminds me of Lisa Nova who made the Twitter Whore Song video but with a Brain! While Lisa Nova is funny in her video in a dumb kind of way, she is a total Douchebag and a Disaster on Twitter! Get Mosquito Repellent if Lisa Nova tries to come anywhere near you!

Anyway back to my lovely friend Miranda. You can catch her on Seesmic making funny and entertaining videos about the party world! At times, she plays with her viewers by doing a video in her underwear and a t-shirt. She is not a slut but a fun girl to be with. So do not think you can get one over on her, she will play you for a fool if you try!

Re: Friendships…

Re: Friendships…

Re: Friendships…worst video i have EVER made!@ warning… talk to you soon, my dear

While traveling China in Dalian I met a beautiful Chinese women and we decided to get married. We had our wedding on Benchui island in Dalian.

Banchui Island Dalain

Banchui Island Dalain Approach

Banchui Island Dalain Beach

Igor The Troll Wife Number Two Chinese

Banchui Island Wedding Roses

Ok guys, I actually did not get married, but I borrowed another man’s wife to take a photo with her!

Well actually they were not married yet but just came to take their wedding photos for their photo album. The actuall marriage is suppose to take place a year for now. Banchui Island Dqalian is very popular for Chinese people who are getting married to come down to get their best photos made up!

My fantasy of having two wives is still unfullfiled.So all you beautiful girls reading this post please leave some nice comments and I will contact you!

Momojp Making Love to Yumi

Japanese Lesbian Girl Starts Crying

This story was told to me by one of my Japanese lady friends about her sexual experience with a Japanese lady.

She does not want to be identified, so let’s respect her privacy.

But as you know, I have many lady friends, Japanese and Chinese, so go find her and figure out who she is. If you find her, try to PM her, but she maybe the right one or maybe not, so you may get a crazy response.

Have fun, and enjoy the story.
Igor

>>I was scared.

you know one looks innocent JP girl here.
it happened me and my Boy and 2men who fucked her before.
she wasn’t crying,but she didn’t answer to me and my Boy.
my Boy asked her “if you dont like the situation,why you didn’t say us You Don’t want to” when my boy took us back to Tel Aviv.

I know she fucked with this 2 men who are also my Friends, so we made Yakiniku Party. there were also 2 other JP girls, but they left after Yakikiku party. but i said her come with us to next party. of couse next party was (((-: of couse we were smoking joint.

the party was nothing happened - coz of her … shit!

my boy likes her looking, so I made up his Birthday at my apartment,and invited her to come. we were talking, drinking, smoking…
then I started to kiss and she accepted, and touching her legs so slowly..
she accepted kissing, but she tried to leave my hand..

Yes, then she pushed out my body, and left my apartment…
FUCK!!!!!!! the game was over so shit!! she is 27 years old.
I am sure if she were with only my boy, she would have sex!

Darling,, I also really dont understand what their mind are?
especially your case…

they are interested in something new. but when they see the realize, they start to be scared. and they don’t know how they handle it.
handle themselves.

and what I know Japan, we have everything, mean we lost everything.

PS) dont put my story on the forum without my agreement

Interpreting her wink as an approval I first published this story on my travel forum, but my friend went crazy!

JUST DELETE IT!!!

DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT MY FEELING IS NOW??

HAVE YOU EVER REALLY LOVED WOMAN IN YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST DELETE IT , AND PLEASE DON’T PLAY WITH MY STORY!!!!!!!!!!

OK,, WHATEVER PEOPLE WILL NOT UNDERSTAND WHO IS HIM

BUT I KNOW IT WAS WITH HIM.
I KNOW COZ IT MY STORY.

NO ONE WILL KNOW BUT I KNOW , I KNOW.