XTREMHO
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Well blow me down and clean up the mess!
Got sent over to Bali on Monday night on a trip, and didn’t arrive until around 1am Bali time. Headed straight from the airport to my motel, but on the way there were a lot of spicy looking Balinese women hanging around offering cheap rates. I had to resist as I knew the next day was going to be pretty full on selling my companies product and rubbing a few out over Schapelle.
I finally got to my motel room and unpacked my goods, including the extra condoms because I know that you can catch worse things that malaria over here. Got into bed and switched on the TV, there she was glowing like a fluorescent condom. She looked godly, surreal, sexual and erotic. I had to be careful not to bar up again after the weekend as my body was still recovering after all the blood had run to my end the other day, so I quickly switched of the TV and grabbed my IPOD and listened to some Casey Donovan.
I awoke to a voice the next morning saying:
“Bwekfass rweady sir”
I slowly woke myself and dug into breakfast. I couldn’t find the shower, but soon realised that it was one of the outdoor shower where you can watch the world go buy. So I had to behave myself when I had a shower as it may have been a bit obvious to people passing by if I was making love to myself.
Looking hot and sexy in my fake Von Dutch hat and Billabrong t-shirt, I knew I’d look the part. The morning was boring just liaising with business associates whilst sipping down a few cocktails. Business was actually done by mornings end, so I went and had lunch to pump myself for an arvo of sightseeing.
Heading towards Depensar I saw save Schapelle posters everywhere, my gosh the thought of the woman stirred up a circus in my pants! I couldn’t resist I headed towards the jail in which she was being held. I enquired at the reception desk whether I could go visit her, but the man said you have no hope, but her translator is right here if you want to pass on a message.
Schapelle’s translator came over to me and introduced herself and my gosh she was hot hot hot ! She was the kinda woman that would wear underwear that didn’t leave much for the imagination. She took me into a private interview room and started asking me what I wanted to pass onto Schapelle as this was a very unique opportunity. I said what I wanted and I commented on how attractive she was looking, and that if we weren’t in a jail I’d do you right here! Her English was good as she understood this all. There was nothing else I could do, our animal instincts took over and we were making satay chicken in the jail cell. Not sure if it was the humidity or the hot steamy love, but one thing is for sure, chicken never tasted so good.
After the deed was done, I thanked the translator for her time and spanked her on the way out, the giggle that came from her mouth was like the feeling of a sherbet bomb going off in my pants. Thanks to my incredible pelvic movement I got escorted to Schapelle’s holding bay and there she was, well all I could see was a silhouette because it was so dark ….Me XTREMHO was speechless…:
“Schapelle” I whispered gently.
“I just wanted to tell you, that I think about you everyday and wish you’d be set free”
Out of the darkness came a withered looking hand, straight for my groin, where I was still tender from the satay chicken experience. This hand gently touched the club of love, and I was in a trance. Then I hear coming from the cell:
“You have schmall balls my friend”
Pulling back at a rate of knots, I was confused by the strange accent. I demanded Schapelle to come out of the darkness, the silhouette came into the light. No breasts, no curves, no piggy little nose. Instead I was confronted by a Kuta Beach tramp! I asked:
“Where is Schapelle?”
It replied:
“I am Flapelle”
Needless to say I ran back to my motel and had a kerosene bath. My dreams had been shattered, and the satay chicken had screwed me in more ways than one.
The moral of the story: be careful where you eat your satay chicken, because it can often leave a bad taste in your mouth.
God Bless you my friends.
May the force be with Schapelle today, i'm thinking of you darling.
:cheers:
XTREMHO
Got sent over to Bali on Monday night on a trip, and didn’t arrive until around 1am Bali time. Headed straight from the airport to my motel, but on the way there were a lot of spicy looking Balinese women hanging around offering cheap rates. I had to resist as I knew the next day was going to be pretty full on selling my companies product and rubbing a few out over Schapelle.
I finally got to my motel room and unpacked my goods, including the extra condoms because I know that you can catch worse things that malaria over here. Got into bed and switched on the TV, there she was glowing like a fluorescent condom. She looked godly, surreal, sexual and erotic. I had to be careful not to bar up again after the weekend as my body was still recovering after all the blood had run to my end the other day, so I quickly switched of the TV and grabbed my IPOD and listened to some Casey Donovan.
I awoke to a voice the next morning saying:
“Bwekfass rweady sir”
I slowly woke myself and dug into breakfast. I couldn’t find the shower, but soon realised that it was one of the outdoor shower where you can watch the world go buy. So I had to behave myself when I had a shower as it may have been a bit obvious to people passing by if I was making love to myself.
Looking hot and sexy in my fake Von Dutch hat and Billabrong t-shirt, I knew I’d look the part. The morning was boring just liaising with business associates whilst sipping down a few cocktails. Business was actually done by mornings end, so I went and had lunch to pump myself for an arvo of sightseeing.
Heading towards Depensar I saw save Schapelle posters everywhere, my gosh the thought of the woman stirred up a circus in my pants! I couldn’t resist I headed towards the jail in which she was being held. I enquired at the reception desk whether I could go visit her, but the man said you have no hope, but her translator is right here if you want to pass on a message.
Schapelle’s translator came over to me and introduced herself and my gosh she was hot hot hot ! She was the kinda woman that would wear underwear that didn’t leave much for the imagination. She took me into a private interview room and started asking me what I wanted to pass onto Schapelle as this was a very unique opportunity. I said what I wanted and I commented on how attractive she was looking, and that if we weren’t in a jail I’d do you right here! Her English was good as she understood this all. There was nothing else I could do, our animal instincts took over and we were making satay chicken in the jail cell. Not sure if it was the humidity or the hot steamy love, but one thing is for sure, chicken never tasted so good.
After the deed was done, I thanked the translator for her time and spanked her on the way out, the giggle that came from her mouth was like the feeling of a sherbet bomb going off in my pants. Thanks to my incredible pelvic movement I got escorted to Schapelle’s holding bay and there she was, well all I could see was a silhouette because it was so dark ….Me XTREMHO was speechless…:
“Schapelle” I whispered gently.
“I just wanted to tell you, that I think about you everyday and wish you’d be set free”
Out of the darkness came a withered looking hand, straight for my groin, where I was still tender from the satay chicken experience. This hand gently touched the club of love, and I was in a trance. Then I hear coming from the cell:
“You have schmall balls my friend”
Pulling back at a rate of knots, I was confused by the strange accent. I demanded Schapelle to come out of the darkness, the silhouette came into the light. No breasts, no curves, no piggy little nose. Instead I was confronted by a Kuta Beach tramp! I asked:
“Where is Schapelle?”
It replied:
“I am Flapelle”
Needless to say I ran back to my motel and had a kerosene bath. My dreams had been shattered, and the satay chicken had screwed me in more ways than one.
The moral of the story: be careful where you eat your satay chicken, because it can often leave a bad taste in your mouth.
God Bless you my friends.
May the force be with Schapelle today, i'm thinking of you darling.
:cheers:
XTREMHO
