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By Winston JaMES (winjames2001@yahoo.com)


Southern china, 1998

I'm at the street corner hang-out of hookers near my hotel at this southern Chinese island capital city. The tiny woman's look who has caught my attention is like she's intrigued but a little cautious. I'm not sure if she 's even a working girl. But no rational woman strolls here at this time of night. She's got a sassy haircut and wears black jeans. Looks like has a small ass -very rare here.

"You stay at this hotel?" she mimes.

I misunderstand her question as "Wanna go usptairs?" or maybe that's actually what she asked. But her look is ambivalent. Did she mean she's a student when she commented on my dictionary in hand? I smile and hold my dictionary up with two fingers supporting the cover. If she's on the game she will understand this as 200 yuan. She nods.

We walk and she verifies the number in Chinese. I haven't learned my numbers yet (truth is I haven't tried. Very stupid of me. Onto my to do list). I give her the peace symbol. As we approach the entrance she is steeling herself to go inside, walking close enough to me to take advantage of being a couple yet distant enough should arriving solo be a better strategy. She tee-hees when we get in the elevator together.

In the room this streetwalker (?) sighs with relief that no one stopped us. She's happy I run a bath.

"You must have a big penis," she mimes, seeing the normal bulge in my cock-asian briefs.

I flip my genitals behind and under my groin, like a seasoned ladyboy, and exposing myself show her nothing. 'No I am the same as you.' This silly stunt amuses her.

"Wanna see my tits?" she pulls her bra down, as if she expects I'll be disappointed by her padded bra.

'Yummy, small and firm,' she reads my face.

I rip off the covers that the maid did wrong again (I like them loose) and turn the blanket and top sheet over together to create a sheet on top with extra padding. I lie down waiting for her. She tosses a condom on the side table. I give her my usual lotion massage.

I dribble some astrolube on her hand and she goes at it, wanking me expertly. I lean back on my elbows, my knees bent behind me as support. She stares at my cock only. She doesn't look at me for a good fifteen minutes, just stroking, stroking, stroking -with just the right pressure and double hand movement. She is watching my cock intently, in awe, like its some powerful god she's never seen before. If she was an agnostic before about raw male power, now she is a believer.

Unlike some hookers (and women in general) who have treated my penis like it's a piece of wood, her sexual worship is more like 'he is this cock'. She goes on and on arousing me (or is it arousing herself?), bringing me to plateaus closer and closer to orgasm. She's doing a better job than myself, and that's an accomplishment, let me tell you. Her hands fit perfectly. She never stops staring at my cock, except a few times to look up at me as if to say things like, "This is amazing. It's three hands high"(her hands are small); "Will you look at that!" and "I'm a small woman. How could you possibly fuck me?"

We do fuck.

I usually don't like looking at vaginas, but hers not only feels tight, I like her brown and purple inner lips, like some sort of shellfish innards moving with the tide. Her opening is very low on her body. I have to go in slowly.

'There is no rush, we don't have to do this in one plunge' I say to her.

She moves that she wants me to go deeper. It feels good to be all the way in. Mostly I stroke shallow with just my knob barely in. Now I am staring at my pole in her hole.

I've never been so cunt-and-cock centered. Her look of pleasure is not like the sensation of fucking is particularly enjoyable. No, it's more like having me inside her is scintillating as a whole experience. Many times, most times in fact, fucking for me is using a woman as a glorious masturbation aid. But at this moment this is sex with 'her'. The fact that much of our sex is manual is incidental. Hard to explain. I'll just say that we are both having a very good time and I'd rate this fuck as right up there in my life's fucks -a religious experience.

When I turn her over, I savor the movements of her muscular butt, as she tightens. Usually my sexual style is very carnal and domineering, but even though I am controlling this woman, she is really controlling me.

This is highly charged sex. When I cum (a lot) its in a steady surge rather than wild waves. Her eyes are sparkling. She's taking it all in, not like 'Well, that was good and now its over, but "Wow, this IS good!"

In the bathtub I offer her some iodine to wash with. Unlike many hookers who are suspicious of my lotions and potions, she uses it for its intended purpose, an antiseptic genital wash.

"Please wash my back," she asks by exposing that most wonderful part of her body and shivering it at me.

Dressing, she tells me, "This is the first time I have fucked." (this way? With a tourist? For money?)

I give her a crinkely lemon-colored dress. She tries it on. It's too small but she likes it. After she takes it off and has set it aside I insist she have it.

"Are you sure you want me to have it?"

'Sure.'

Maybe she will this sheer and very short dress to a niece to use as sleep wear.

"Walk me out?"

In the elevator she tells me she's from Fulu(?), closer to Tibet than Beijing. Thinking she means Central Asia, I mime Muslims at prayer.

"No."

I mime Buddhists at prayer.

"Yes." I mime a Tibetan horn.

"Yes," she's happy I got it right

Hmm, tantric, no wonder sex with her was so grounded.

As we pass a janitor polishing the lobby floor she greets him -my, she is nervous. She is uncertain about getting out of here with no problems. In the rotating door I wave her off ahead of me into the parking lot. I don't stop revolving but do another turn. Just because it feels good. I don't know if it was our chemistry or the herbal tonics I have been taking. But after sex I am not drained. I feel more solid and strong. Sex as therapy. Yahoo!