A few weeks ago, when I was still in the Philippines watching a movie with my wife in her family’s house livingroom, a memory came to me in a flash, and right after a thought: “She owns me one”.
First when I arrived to Taiwan I was looking for an apartment to rent, as we all do. Meanwhile, still staying at the hostel I started having some dates with taiwanese girls. Actually just two.
After the usual chit-chat online, I had a date with a girl. We met in front of the restaurant for dinner. She picked the place, saying it was one of the best places in the city center; it was also close to my hostel. We met there; she looked good althought I don’t remember exactly what she was wearing it wasn’t something casual like mine. Perhaps it was a red dress or a blouse, she looked sexy. I remember the uper part was tight against her breasts and a little revealing. The restaurant was just ordinary, or so I thought at the time. Now I realize it was special: the decor was thoughtfully arranged, unlike many Taiwanese family-run places, which often look dirty and lack attention to detail.
We got some western food and during dinner, we talked and got to know each other better.
Afterwards, she drove me to a street with a pedestrian zone in her old cool red Honda Super Cub she paid only 10000NTD for, she said. We walked for a bit until we stopped at one of those metal swings you often find in Taiwanese parks. We talked some more, and at one point, she took out a cigarette. That’s when, without thinking, I said, “Wait.” I leaned in and kissed her. Surprised, she asked, “Why did you do that?”. “I don’t like the taste of smoke; I wanted to taste you before you start smoking.”. She said nothing. “You taste like my teacher”, I said. The kiss triggered a sudden memory of my first high school girlfriend, who also used to smoke—a very nice young substitute teacher. The past and present collided in a strange way. “Do you like the way I taste?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. She lit a cigarette, and we continued kissing and talking. I really liked the way she kissed.
Later, she drove me to a park in the city center and we found a quiet spot under a tree. We sat on the grass. The park was almost empty because it was already late. We kept kissing and I started caressing her nipples, which she really enjoyed. I caress her down there too, first on her dress, then on her underwear. As we have been outside and my hands weren’t clean enough I didn’t want to touch her directly skin to skin. I was really excited watching her enjoying so much. She also put her hand inside my shorts. I kept kissing her slowly on her lips and her neck, also licking her earlobe. After a while she finished, it was a beautiful orgasm, like a shining bright blooming flower. What a wonderful experience it is to see the beautiful face of a women experiencing such an intense pleasure. Specially if you’re holding her by her nape and her crotch and she’s trembling, shacking and moaning.
After her orgasm she took her hand out of my underwear and let me there with the job unfinished. “They could see us”. “Now you care about that? now?”, I was thinking. “No, they can’t, it’s very dark here; come on”, I said, begging her to finish me. She was unconvinced. We talked a little more, I didn’t want to insist too much and gave up, hoping that we would meet again. I accompanied her to where she had parked her cool Honda. We kissed goodbye. She left and I went back to my hotel.
We met two or three more times, and if I’m not mistaken one of those times we even went to the cinema. She helped me find an apartment and with the necessary paperwork. However, she lived far from my place, and after I got the keys of the apartment we never met again.
All these memories came back in a flash while I was in my wife’s living room watching a movie. A clear thought struck me: ‘Somebody in Taiwan owes me an orgasm.’
Now that I recall it all, I am sure it was our first date because she brought a small gift for me. It was a nice little thing—though I forgot what it was—and in the intensity of the moment, we both forgot to take it home and left it on the grass. It makes me sad that I have nothing from her, just her Line contact, but my recent messages have gone unanswered. Last year, she still replied.
After writing this I was wondering to write a very short book. One chapter for each girl I met in Taiwan. Maybe I could sell it in Amazon.
What do you think?
How many chapters? Not in order but I think these are the dates I had in Taiwan. Most without any physical contact. I’m not confident that each date is sorted correctly; this is just a first attempt at classifying the dates.
Before the pandemic
- Taiwanese Wonder-woman from Taipei
- the Taiwanese smoking girl, owner of the Honda Superclub and many dogs
- the Taiwanese crazy girl who thought she was famous on Instagram
- the Taiwanese girl I fell in love with (I am still sad about it, sometimes)
- the Russian
- the Taiwanese girl owner of a three-story house and with the boyfriend in an open
- the Taiwanese woman with dirty fans and two dogs
During the pandemic
- the Taiwanese virgin student
- the Taiwanese virgin nurse
- the Taiwanese virgin architect
- the Taiwanese film producer from Taipei (magic blowjob)
After the pandemic
- the Taiwanese woman with an SUV
- the Taiwanese cram school teacher with hands like a man
- the very, very fat Taiwanese office worker (why do you brutally lie on Tinder?)
- the Taiwanese cyclist girl with the weird lip
- the Taiwanese lady-boy (I didn’t know it was a lady-boy until it was too late; don’t ask about it)
- the Filipina, who I dated in the mountains
- the Filipina, who I dated at the beach at night
- the Filipina, who I dated at home
- the Filipina, who I dated at the park
- the Filipina with many earrings in her ears (had a Marilyn Monroe thing, so sexy)
- the Taiwanese girl from the tea house
- the Taiwanese girl who sold glasses
- the Taiwanese supermodel (not an actual supermodel, but pretty, thin, and taller than me)
- the Taiwanese who wanted me to spend Spring Festival with her family
- my actual wife
