Well, some of you are wondering why I say this will be first and last trip to LOS. As some of you know, I met the dream girl of my fantasies. She was a stunner in my books, definitely model-quality. She is by far, the prettiest of all the girls I saw during my whole stay there. I'm back home and I'm missing her like crazy. I couldn't take it here alone, so I took a road trip to the Rocky Mountains and wrote this letter. Maybe some of you will understand why this MUST be my only time there.
Being a single guy, with a little girl to take care of, this lifestyle of pursuing snatch is just not healthy. It's not only financially costly, but also the odds of catching a disease will increase + this is only temporary satisfaction. What I really want is a wife, not a hooker.
Read on...
Hello, Beautiful...
What can I say about the most beautiful girl I've ever met? She's 24, Thai, looks Japanese with a fair complexion, flawless skin, big dreamy hazel eyes. Eyes that exude more beauty from within. A slender figure so befitting of a cover girl model. If only I could have met you in America. Then again, I probaby only would have met you given the circumstances that we did. You a working girl, me a customer. Like the tragedy of Miss Saigon, a love affair that could never be. While we did not share love, we shared our bodies. And you fulfilled my fantasy-at least for a day-of having a sexual experience with the girl of my dreams. I saw you, my eyes widened, jaw dropped, heart raced. Your face so breathtakingly beautiful. And to top it off, you're sweet, happy, a joy to be with. We laughed, we snuggled, and though we didn't speak the same language, we talked. It's now 2 days since I last saw you and I can't get you out of my mind. I want dearly to bring you back to America to live with me and share all my dreams. But I fear if I did, you would eventually long for your home and maybe the lure of easy money from the work you know. Or is it easy??
I shudder to think of you with other men in such a way. Not only because I want you for myself, but because its wrong to have sex w/o love, even worse for money. You deserve better. You're such a sweet person. And what of the future for you and your son? I'm sure if he knew of your chosen profession, he would not be happy. "What does your mommy do, Johnny" said the teacher to Johnny? Hmm, my mommy sleeps with other men for money"
With your beauty beholding me, I'm sure others have fallen whim to your trance....and their pocket books as well. Still, the thought of waking up to your opulent beauty every morning would give me the energy of a boy's eagerness on Christmas morning to return home to you every night, esp. to unwrap the tasty gift of your body. But I know it would never work, to bring you here to America. We have everything against us, and nothing for us. You were my fantasy come true, but for only a day. That day is now over. Bye bye my love. Someday I hope you'll find an end to your means, not by doing this as a means to an end. Because that end may never come.
As for me, I must go on.
Being a single guy, with a little girl to take care of, this lifestyle of pursuing snatch is just not healthy. It's not only financially costly, but also the odds of catching a disease will increase + this is only temporary satisfaction. What I really want is a wife, not a hooker.
Read on...
Hello, Beautiful...
What can I say about the most beautiful girl I've ever met? She's 24, Thai, looks Japanese with a fair complexion, flawless skin, big dreamy hazel eyes. Eyes that exude more beauty from within. A slender figure so befitting of a cover girl model. If only I could have met you in America. Then again, I probaby only would have met you given the circumstances that we did. You a working girl, me a customer. Like the tragedy of Miss Saigon, a love affair that could never be. While we did not share love, we shared our bodies. And you fulfilled my fantasy-at least for a day-of having a sexual experience with the girl of my dreams. I saw you, my eyes widened, jaw dropped, heart raced. Your face so breathtakingly beautiful. And to top it off, you're sweet, happy, a joy to be with. We laughed, we snuggled, and though we didn't speak the same language, we talked. It's now 2 days since I last saw you and I can't get you out of my mind. I want dearly to bring you back to America to live with me and share all my dreams. But I fear if I did, you would eventually long for your home and maybe the lure of easy money from the work you know. Or is it easy??
I shudder to think of you with other men in such a way. Not only because I want you for myself, but because its wrong to have sex w/o love, even worse for money. You deserve better. You're such a sweet person. And what of the future for you and your son? I'm sure if he knew of your chosen profession, he would not be happy. "What does your mommy do, Johnny" said the teacher to Johnny? Hmm, my mommy sleeps with other men for money"
With your beauty beholding me, I'm sure others have fallen whim to your trance....and their pocket books as well. Still, the thought of waking up to your opulent beauty every morning would give me the energy of a boy's eagerness on Christmas morning to return home to you every night, esp. to unwrap the tasty gift of your body. But I know it would never work, to bring you here to America. We have everything against us, and nothing for us. You were my fantasy come true, but for only a day. That day is now over. Bye bye my love. Someday I hope you'll find an end to your means, not by doing this as a means to an end. Because that end may never come.
As for me, I must go on.