It's Saturday, October 19, 1991. Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.
I'm not sure why Junko is here with me, but for a marathon bout of eight hours of pure unadulterated sex, I really don't give a crap.
But now that I've had some juice to replenish myself for yet another round of jungle love with my little sex monkey, I do wonder - briefly - what happened to her boyfriend. Ah... screw it. I have much more devious things in mind for Junko.
By 3PM, Junko has had enough and wobbles out of my apartment and down to her car - hopefully to go back to Utsunomiya-shi and her studies there at the university. I know we'll see each other again.
Don't get me wrong... the sex is fantastic... it's like a three-way with the two Thai chicks from earlier this year... but there's only Junko. Now that's enthusiasm. Though... I did suggest half-jokingly that she bring a girlfriend next time she shows up.
It's Junko. She probably will. She's not jealous, as long as she's a part of my fun.
With Junko physically gone, and the smell of apple blossoms and sex permeating the air, I think about Ashley. She's my ex. A couple of days ago, I acted the ass and she pitched a shot glass at my ribs. It hurt like a mother, but there was no real damage done.
But she doesn't know that.
Andrew's revenge:
I decide I will tell Ashley that I was in the hospital last night after I awoke at 2AM in a lot of pain. After X-Rays, I find out I have a cracked bone in my chest from where the sake glass hit me.
Yes, it's all a lie, but screw her... she still hit me with a sake glass. I'm after pity.
It's really easy to be a prick to your ex - even one you still sleep with occasionally - when you know you have a hot babe like Junko champing at the bit to be with you. Not sure when I'll tell Ashley or even how, though.
I clean up the apartment and find a pair of Junko's panties perched behind my aquarium. I tuck it into my jean's front pocket and head out to the local video store here in Ohtawara-shi and rent three movies, that honestly I have no interest in watching.
I phone my friend Kevin back in Toronto and chat with him for a half-hour. Despite him being one of my closest friends, I don't tell him what I am doing to Ashley or what I am doing with Junko. Hell... even I don't know what I am doing.
I sleepwalk through the movies thinking about Junko, and making my body think I have a cracked bone in my chest. Did you know that if you believe something hard enough, you can fake anything?
Somewhere being a vindictive bastard - and loving it,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is sung by The Steve Miller Band. Video is below with lyrics!
PS: Yes, I know reading this 20-years later, and presenting it here for the world to see does not paint myself in a very positive light - except for the stuff with Junko... but I'm a Scorpio male born in the Year of the Dragon. I don't take crap from anyone. Plus... you'll notice under the blog's title, it does say I am an idiot.
I'm not sure why Junko is here with me, but for a marathon bout of eight hours of pure unadulterated sex, I really don't give a crap.
But now that I've had some juice to replenish myself for yet another round of jungle love with my little sex monkey, I do wonder - briefly - what happened to her boyfriend. Ah... screw it. I have much more devious things in mind for Junko.
By 3PM, Junko has had enough and wobbles out of my apartment and down to her car - hopefully to go back to Utsunomiya-shi and her studies there at the university. I know we'll see each other again.
Don't get me wrong... the sex is fantastic... it's like a three-way with the two Thai chicks from earlier this year... but there's only Junko. Now that's enthusiasm. Though... I did suggest half-jokingly that she bring a girlfriend next time she shows up.
It's Junko. She probably will. She's not jealous, as long as she's a part of my fun.
With Junko physically gone, and the smell of apple blossoms and sex permeating the air, I think about Ashley. She's my ex. A couple of days ago, I acted the ass and she pitched a shot glass at my ribs. It hurt like a mother, but there was no real damage done.
But she doesn't know that.
Andrew's revenge:
I decide I will tell Ashley that I was in the hospital last night after I awoke at 2AM in a lot of pain. After X-Rays, I find out I have a cracked bone in my chest from where the sake glass hit me.
Yes, it's all a lie, but screw her... she still hit me with a sake glass. I'm after pity.
It's really easy to be a prick to your ex - even one you still sleep with occasionally - when you know you have a hot babe like Junko champing at the bit to be with you. Not sure when I'll tell Ashley or even how, though.
I clean up the apartment and find a pair of Junko's panties perched behind my aquarium. I tuck it into my jean's front pocket and head out to the local video store here in Ohtawara-shi and rent three movies, that honestly I have no interest in watching.
I phone my friend Kevin back in Toronto and chat with him for a half-hour. Despite him being one of my closest friends, I don't tell him what I am doing to Ashley or what I am doing with Junko. Hell... even I don't know what I am doing.
I sleepwalk through the movies thinking about Junko, and making my body think I have a cracked bone in my chest. Did you know that if you believe something hard enough, you can fake anything?
Somewhere being a vindictive bastard - and loving it,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is sung by The Steve Miller Band. Video is below with lyrics!
PS: Yes, I know reading this 20-years later, and presenting it here for the world to see does not paint myself in a very positive light - except for the stuff with Junko... but I'm a Scorpio male born in the Year of the Dragon. I don't take crap from anyone. Plus... you'll notice under the blog's title, it does say I am an idiot.
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