Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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It was very nice having all my holistic needs ministered to by the lovely Santi and the little spot we’d found in the north of Bali was idyllic … but quite frankly I was getting bored. Santi had mentioned her family in Sumba a couple of times. I was beginning to think it was time to get back to the city before she started telling me what a lovely place Sumba is, and how much I’d like it there.

I have no doubt I would love it there, excellent surfing too, I’m told. But not if the sole reason for going was to get myself introduced to someones parents. The world cup is looming and it made sense for me to head up to Hong Kong for a while. Besides I fancied a change of pace and pussy.

So I spent Friday touching base with contacts and acquaintances and now I’m looking forward to a week of tight Chinese student pussies before the tournament begins. But first I’m going to allow myself to be savaged in a no holds barred encounter with a local career hooker called JoJo. She’s no spring chicken but she really enjoys her job. And after ten days of near marital bliss I long to feel dirty and abused … in the best possible way, of course.

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I know a lot of you guys would like to fuck the odd one or two but to be honest I never really got it. I’ve never understood the obsession with celebrities. Sure some of them are hot and I certainly wouldn’t walk away if say, Britney Spears wanted to stick her pussy in my face. But it’s never going to happen so I never think about it.

Yeah I know, its just a bit of fantasy. I have nothing against that I have some pretty good ones myself. Just not with celebrities. There’s no shortage of equally cute girls walking around town on any day of the week. There’s one who works in the bank I use. She has a gorgeous smile; “Good morning Mr Totti” she says as I walk up to the counter, “how are you today?”

I want to tell her I’ve got a whopping hard on and it’s all because of her but I never do, it’s not the kind of thing you say in a bank. I’ve only ever seen the top half of her, she could have wheels for all I know. But I have imagined the bottom half and I can tell you it’s much better that Britney’s.

Now I have no illusions, there’s really no more likelihood that I’ll ever get between the sheets with this girl than there is with any of the popular celebs. But I have met and interacted with the object of my fantasy, and she doesn’t pollute the airwaves with dreadful caterwauling.

I suppose for some guys the desire is for something that is out of reach and forbidden. To dream the impossible orgasm. For me there is just the tiniest, flimsiest of possibilities that she could walk of of that bank and into this Starbucks.