I had two previous boyfriends, both of them local Chinese. I had sex with both of them but had never found it satisfying, it was just a matter of lyin... there, their pricks pumping in my pussy for a few minutes and that’s it. I never had a vaginal orgasm from them and neither did either of them got me to cum by other means. I understood from my other Chinese girl friends that their experience was pretty much the same so I accepted that was all sex was about just for procreation and nothing. We met at the school entrance at lunch-time and wewalked down the road to the shops. On a couple of occasions he tried tohold my hand but I would have nothing of it. He suggested it would beeasier for us if I wore girl's clothes so that we could act like love-birds in the open. The buzz started to come back. The next available opportunity we had was the following Wednesdayafternoon which was a sports afternoon. We wagged off and went around toJeff's house for our next session. I was a little. I had well hidden a torn and bleeding heart beyond a tall wall of thorns and dared anyone to try to even come close. I became almost untouchable, throwing myself in my studies, determined to become the best, the most desired yet the most elusive. Maybe I achieved that … maybe I didn’t. But I was well on my way. Funny how just when you think that you have settled into the path of a new journey that the past has a way of flying right back up in yourface. I had moved on … or at least as far as I. ‘And everybody else in society above the age of two also really gives you space to breathe. ‘It feels like in the US people are going around hitting each other with emotional baggage all the time, in comparison. ‘And then I come here, to paradise. To the mountains where I can breathe. Where I’m being treated like a king, where people are always cooking for me and looking after all of those things. If it were ‘just’ that, it would be amazing.’ ‘But then of course it’s not just that,’ I.