Water Girl Papers

I am writing to you about Arunas Toto. He was an impossible childhood boyfriend. 

It's my memoirs about him, me and his pig friend. 

The night we drank a few bottles of moon one late night under Sakon Nakhon sky in the Kingdom of Thailand. 

We had a great time and he brought his friend around. A true push around. Arunas Toto told me. "You do not worry we will do it under the moon without him not seeing it." 

The lightweight loser boyfriend drank too much and passed out to impossible pig weight. 

He grabbed me by my ribs and started to fold my breasts to sides unfolding my t-shirt playing his fingers below letting my nipples spread open. 

"You want him to wake up?" 

My three centimetres honey taps. He sucked on it letting me know he is looking straight in the eyes of my boyfriend asleep. 

We called him pig because he was fat. 

I resisted without a sound letting gasps of a new experience my boyfriend brought me here. 

My pleated dress set loosened me sitting on white cotton rose garden lingerie letting moisture out. I continued with the pig looking at my boyfriend fighting to hold my breath. 

The yellow dress and a white t-shirt as an act of betrayal first I learned was so sweet.

My breasts hanging loose and legs wide open letting my boyfriend see asleep how another man has me ready. 

It was the picture. "You stop, please." 

"Rok kun krap how in love I am." I accidentally felt his erection on my fingertips. 

Our camping was great. He let me on my spine pulling his belt open and taking extra protection out of his wallet. 

He smiled and said to my locked shining eyes. "It is money." 

The sound of protection strap on. The smoothness of spandex sliding in. I am helping with my abdominal muscles pressing him inside. I am secretly letting him know I am enjoying him.

While Arunas Toto pig is pumping me in. I looked my boyfriend in the eyes. 

The tear of joy dropped. 

^.^

My boyfriend later did not notice him and invited his pig friend to dinner. 

I was cooking in the kitchen when he walked behind me. "I will fock you." 

His hand grabbed on my perfect round office administration shape. His sweet management lips whispered in my ears. 

I said not to move my body and mind from the thoughts. His fingers crushed further behind my back. 

He so restlessly enjoyed few moons ago. 

"I made that night a sound record and will send your boyfriend instead for you in case you don't pretend to leave the apartment early with me." 

I checked my mobile, focused and prepared to leave for extra groceries shopping. 

"Thank you for letting me go to the shop. I love you so much." 

The record sounds were so erratic it drove me so wild. I felt moisture before we left our apartment. 

The sound record.

But I never knew he would film me in ecstasy and go to talk to my boyfriend playing a sound record of betrayal. He will call him in a live video. 

I knew my love adventure was not over yet. 

He sent a sound recording for Arunas Toto to see me on his bed before I left dicklesss boyfriend on his bed to have my pig adventure. 

We were now walking on the street. 

"I will show you any fun for a long time." 

He squeezed my breast. 

"I am happy you are wearing this silver loose net underwear your boyfriend bought for you." 

I nodded in the streets of Sakon Nakhon. We walked near the market past the busy shopping mall where the pig lived. 

He opens the door and loud sounds from a busy street come in. "I like to do it in the fresh air." 

I helped myself to sit on his bed. He first took his white shirt off and lit his cigarette. 

His hand waved to a local stool girl. When his lips finished his quick snap of a fingertip opening a can of beer to pour on his smile he turned on me. 

"We will do it without a precaution on your silver lips." 

I never knew what silver lips meant then. 

He asked to have my clothes off and twisted me sideways holding his mobile in his hand. 

My silver loose view thru underwear were filmed as he pulls his zipper off and ramps along me to warm me up. 

I started to moan naturally, letting my worries aside. 

The pig did his job and filmed my lips in silver juicy details foaming on my red lipstick. 

He let loose first my bra to film my erected honey nipples and push me down close up to see me moist. 

His moist tip sliding in my office shaped butt to have his way. 

"Ahhhh…" I silently moaned suppressed from loud scooters traffic noise from outside. 

"I feel I had a moral talk with him but a loser never learned." 

My eyes ignored his words in ecstasy on his white duvet bed. 

"We sat in your bed and I explained to him you are a slut. I think I will call him for a second talk." 

The live video shows a dial, his face and twists a camera on me as I lift my back on my knees to slide my silver birthday underwear to let him pass through me." 

"Sawadee krap." 

It was a pig saying hello. 

"I told you she was a slut." 

My boyfriend watched me live and remained silent in our bedroom watching us how I moaned for him. 

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He later sent him a video of how he helped me to learn the truth on my knees joining my booth palms in a prayer. 

His fingers slid a silver seed leftover off my lips. 

"It was impossible." My words spoke.

"I told him you are like this." 

Now I am writing to you my dear Arunas Toto after so many years to confess I enjoyed it and I am writing my love memoirs from this book. 

Your dear Pang. The Sakon Nakhon lover Pan Varske and Warinya and Ware hotelier corporation owner. 

A businesswoman of an international love motel inn. 

The return address I wrote of Oxfordshire office. 

^.^

The nights and days are blurry; I struggle to keep up. My thoughts and the images of an alternate future other than my present life haunted me. Maybe they would have been filled with boisterous laughter instead of fake smiles. It made my cheeks hurt from practice; they felt alien to me. These days I find it hard to recognize myself.

I had a Latvian stud lying at my side. He was half my age and had the strength that suited the body. We had buried ourselves within the sheets and explored the curves of our bodies. He had grounded me hard and brought a nostalgic feeling within. Each thrust reminded me of my time with Renato Olympo.

It was brief but had settled deep in my psyche. My mind held onto the memories that I wished away. I was haunted by the one thing I truly cared about. The Latvian, grinding his pelvis against me, I wrap my legs around him, taking him all in. I throw my head back, with my eyes shut, imagining Renato instead. He picks up his rhythm and quickens his thrust. I surrender completely to him and join in. We moved in harmony, and for the first time in a while, our orgasm was in sync. I opened my eyes in ecstasy but was disappointed.

"How about a drink?" I inquire, pulling away from him. He shifts to the other side while I stand up. I moved to get a whisky from the bar; it was the strongest thing I had. Mentally, I reminded myself to go shopping; I needed to stack up on liquors.

"Sex and alcohol, such a fine combination," he responds. I pour him a glass and do the same for myself. 

It was many years from Sakon Nakhon in Thailand Kingdom.