On my last day in Taiwan, I woke up next to Kate in a vacant apartment, our hairless bodies like two shrimp marinading in a pool of ejaculate. I was already packed up, so I put on my gay little shorts and left for the airport with Brett. On the plane I hit it off with the Taiwanese businesswoman I was sitting next to and she agreed to get dinner with me at six. She was only there for three days so I gave her my number and got a room at Dongdaemun Hostel. I showered the morning cum off, put on the nicest clothes I had with me and waited for six to come.
The date flat-lined and there was nothing I could do to save it, so I called it at six forty. However, since I wasn't expecting to pull this off anyway because she saw my age when I was filling out my arrival card. As a hedge, I had arranged another date at eight with the Korean exchange student I met in Taiwan who had returned to Seoul the day before.
I met Exchange Student at a subway exit and took her out for Uzbek food and Russian beer. Her English was better than either of our Korean or Chinese, so we had a good time eating honeycake, and I brought her back to my room. For safe sex, it was quite violent. I didn't walk her out of the hostel, which she pointed out to me through Kakaotalk a few minutes later, and might be why she never had sex with me again.
I enjoy doing chivalrous things like holding open doors, walking girls to the door, and aiming my piss stream away from their hair, but the reason I didn't do it this time was because as I was leaving for our date, I asked the receptionist if she was free after work, and she was. I asked her if she wanted to get a drink with me, and she did. I couldn't risk having her see us leave together (I didn't see her when we came in). Exchange student left my room five minutes before Receptionist's shift ended. I washed cum off myself for the second time that day.
I met the receptionist at the reception desk and took her out for Uzbek food and Russian beer. Her English was better than either of our Korean or Spanish, so we had a good time eating meat pastries, and I brought her back to her room. My stealthy human trafficking of Exchange Student was all for naught, as Receptionist saw us walking in together on the security camera. She asked, but through a smile, and only after a couple beers. It was just to make sure I didn't have a girlfriend. Later that night I washed cum off myself for the third time.
So in summary, my sluttiest day of 2012 was having morning sex with a girl from Taiwan, first-date sex with a girl from Korea, and first-date sex with a girl from Argentina two hours after that. Sex with the Taiwanese girl was the hottest. I was most attracted to her and we'd already fucked before so I was used to how tight she was. The Korean girl was the roughest, she had an athletic figure and was well-equipped to handle that sort of thing. The Argentine girl was fun, and of course she had the biggest ass but she was too orally obsessed for my taste, and was not comfortable making so much noise in her workplace. I rented a motel room the next day and we ate street food and sixty-nine'd the whole night. It was weird to fuck someone so obsessed with oral sex, but I've heard weirder: I once interviewed Sara Jay, a performer known for only doing scenes she enjoy (hence, no anal), and she said she likes sucking cock more than any other sex act, including having orgasms. I guess if there's people out there that like fucking toddlers, dogs, and horses, a lot of other sexual preferences don't seem that hard to believe, as little sense as they might make to me.