Thailand! The land of ancient temples, delicious curries, and dick-hardening humidity. Or so I discovered during my recent girls’ trip to the land of smiles (among other things).
You can often find me exploring the world in couture worthy of Gaia herself, but recently, I embarked on an adventure that had my sacred chalice overflowing with more than just sacred energy, if you know what I mean.
Picture it: Chiang Mai, 2024. Your girl was wandering through one of the many majestic wats that dot the landscape like fancy stone mushrooms. I’m talking intricate carvings, glittering mosaics, and enough incense to give a hippie a contact high. I was totally vibing with the ancient energy, feeling it course through my chakras and pool in my root like the sacred Ganges itself.
And then it hit me – the mother of all lady boners. I’m talking a full-body hum, a goddess-level horniness that demanded to be worshipped. Before I knew it, my hand had slipped into my flowy linen pants and I was playing with my pretty pink petals like it was nobody’s business.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Naughty Mommy, what about the time and place? The answer is, I couldn’t help myself! The energy of the temples had me in its thrall, turning me into a wanton goddess of love. So I ducked into a secluded alcove in the gardens, hidden by a curtain of vines and orchids, and really started to get down to business.
I was so lost in my sacred self-worship that I didn’t hear the telltale rustle of leaves. It wasn’t until a large form filled the entrance to my little love nest that I realized I’d been caught. And by the one person I’d been hoping to avoid!
It was the tall, dark, and handsome stranger who’d been following me around Chiang Mai for the past week, his smoldering eyes seeming to caress my body from afar. We’re talking a Johnny Depp type – all dark hair, scruffy stubble, and a sexual energy that made my knickers damp.
Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes, his gaze blazing into mine. I knew I should have been mortified, but all I could feel was raw desire. Without a word, he stepped forward and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth like he was trying to steal my very soul.
His hands were everywhere, roaming my curves and igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. They slid down my body to take over where I left off, his fingers delving into my dripping folds and stoking the flames of my lust. I moaned into his mouth, my hips rocking against his hand as he worked me closer and closer to the edge.
But I needed more. I needed to feel him inside me, stretching me and filling me in ways that no temple energy ever could. So I reached down and fumbled with his belt, my fingers clumsy in their eagerness. He helped me along, his own hands making quick work of his pants and freeing his massive manhood.
I’m talking a cock that would make even the most seasoned porn star weep with envy. It was long and thick and perfect in every way, with a swollen head that seemed to pulse with its own hunger. He notched it at my entrance and, with one powerful thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
It was like the heavens themselves had opened up and rained down ecstasy. He pounded into me with an almost feral intensity, his hips snapping against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it dragged along my sensitive walls, stoking the fires of my pleasure higher and higher.
My tits bounced in time with his thrusts, the sight no doubt driving him wild with lust. He leaned down and captured one rosy bud between his teeth, biting and sucking until I was writhing against him, my nails scoring down his back.
It was all over far too soon. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep and let out a guttural groan as he emptied himself inside me. I came with a scream, my walls clamping down around him like a velvet vice as I rode out the waves of my climax.
As we stood there, panting and sweaty and thoroughly debauched, the skies chose that moment to open up. The rain came down in sheets, plastering my hair to my face and turning the dusty earth to mud.
But I didn’t care. I was too lost in the afterglow, too drunk on the cocktail of sex and sacred energy that still sang through my veins. The stranger and I shared one last, searing kiss before he turned and melted back into the jungle, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the echoes of our coupling.
As for me? I gathered my clothes and made my way back to the hotel, a secret smile playing about my lips. After all, there’s nothing quite like a good dose of penis to ground the goddess energy, am I right?
And that, my dears, is the story of how I got my pussy pounded in Thailand. It just goes to show – even in the most sacred of places, the body’s hungers can’t be denied. And really, what’s more spiritual than that?
Until next time, stay sexy and keep it on the down low. And remember – if you’re going to masturbate in public, make sure you’ve got a hot stranger around to help you out. Trust me on that one.
Kisses! – Serenity
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