‘My Boat Goes West, Yours East. Heaven’s a Wind For Both Journey’s’
–(Chao Li-hua, 1368, Ming Dynasty Poet)
We’re not in GFE or PSE territory here. Maybe there’s a third thing. That old Asian sensibility is different from the American. It’s mutual service of each other’s needs. I felt this with Kristina. She came from China to America just this past November and you can see from her multiple TER reviews that she’s been busy providing quality service. If you’re in to giving instructions, she’s up for anything but there’s a minor language barrier. Her English is clear but utilitarian. She has a sexy voice. Someone mentioned a Russian dialect. I heard a little of that. Perhaps her English teacher in Beijing. Kristina’s in a clean simple two-bedroom apartment near LMU in Playa del Rey on the north edge of LAX. No phone number. Email only. I wrote on Tuesday, got a response on Wednesday, confirmed Friday for a Saturday appointment. She meets people from 1pm to 9pm, closed Sundays. She wants to know name, phone, work, and work phone. Saturday afternoon was a bad time because of airport traffic but I wasn’t thinking with my head. She gives you an intersection to be at 5 minutes before your time and she phones you. She guides you while on the phone to her complex and parking garage. She gives you the entrance code, you take an elevator up and then there’s a long 3-minute walk to her door. Leave a trail of breadcrumbs for your return walk. I went in and we hugged. She was dressed in nice street clothes. She led me to her bedroom. I left an envelope on her counter. The bedroom had dim light and pop music playing. A little restroom, big bed and a sofa. Cozy. A box of baby wipes and lube on the bedside table. She said, ‘sit, I’ll be right back’ I did. She was. She sat and asked where I worked. I told her. She asked where I lived. I told her. She said make yourself comfortable. I got naked and sat back down. She took off her street clothes and was in a camisole and g-string. She kneeled on the floor before me. We kissed. Her long black hair, like raw silk, fell down her back. Her firm body leaned against me. My tongue explored her.
Now I’m a Scorpio, my friends. But on all the Chinese restaurant placemats my Eastern Astrology sign is a Pig. (Although I prefer the placemats that call me a Boar.) Well, I’m a big guy. As big as a Boar and our Kristina is tiny. I felt like big old B.B. King playing on slender Lucille. I felt like Seabiscut and my Kristina was the prettiest jockey. I felt like the damn Empire State Building with King Kong crawling all over me…poking her little fingers in all my……
