Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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My first encounter with an older woman was in London a long time ago. She was American, wealthy and had flashy sports car. I don’t know if you could really call her a milf, she was mid-thirties and kept herself in terrific shape. But I was fresh out of college and had only recently moved to the big city.

She was exotic and insatiable. The kind of woman the chaps such as I would have had wet dreams about. We had a fun few months but most of her friends were gay bankers and, while I had no problem with anyone being gay - there were many gay folks at art school, I didn’t appreciate being made to feel like the toy-boy that really I was.

I was also secretly dating a cute Indian girl and it was getting too difficult to manage both so I said farewell to the fast car and the expensive dinners.

When I got to Asia I found so many cute girls that I completely forgot the delights of the older women for a while. They have always been around. The Red Lips bar in Hong Kong became famous for them. In Bangkok many used to hang out at the old Blue Fox and still do at Thermae.

In a bar in Saigon a few years ago one lady proudly pulled out a letter from a US serviceman postmarked 1974; “He said he will come back for me,” she said. She was still waiting.

Bargirls, like everyone else, grow older and there are a few cuties that I knew when I first came to Asia that have blossomed into handsome milf-hood. But there are other milfs on the scene these days that are not former bar girls. A lot of women I’ve met recently are in it mainly for company and good sex.

A woman I know runs a lucrative business in Pattaya. She catches the bus to Bangkok every Friday evening in search of fun. I pointed out that she didn’t need to travel all the way to Bangkok to find plenty of potential customers. “I know,” she said, “but I don’t want the neighbours to find out.”

See also: Red Lips Bar
See also: Thermae
See also: Mature Asia site review