Hong Kong Mash Up
Hong Kong was so much more than I had anticipated. It was a mash-up of all my favorite things; amazing shopping, food, nightlife, beaches, art and of course hot, hot sex.
Hong Kong was so much more than I had anticipated. It was a mash-up of all my favorite things; amazing shopping, food, nightlife, beaches, art and of course hot, hot sex.
London guy met me in the hotel lounge for cocktails and although it had only been 3 days since I had last seen him in Las Vegas it felt like an eternity. I guess that is what a 16-hour flight and loads of sexual anticipation does to a girl.
The city was alive at night and we made the most of every moment. Lavish dinners were followed by chic clubs and bottle after bottle of delicious champagne. We were so hot for each other and could not keep our hands to ourselves. At one club in Lan Kwai Fung we were being so aggressive with one another that we were asked to leave, which is a far more mild retelling of actual events that occurred.
We went swimming at Repulse Bay, soaking up the sun in my orange mesh Agent Provocateur lingerie and secretly touching each other in the water while the other beach goers looked on without a clue. The whole week was an utter fantasy, one we were both making the most of.
Having him throw me onto the soft bed and rip open my giant white robe was almost too much to handle. He was very good at knowing exactly how and where to touch me to drive me absolutely wild and I could read him like a book. We would spend ours pushing each other’s buttons teasing ourselves within inches of our sanity. We would stay up all night, fucking until we passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up and do it all over again. I had finally found someone who was able to keep up with my sexual appetite.
Hong Kong... An Introduction
He was handsome and by far the best dressed person for miles, although in Vegas that is not saying much. He was English, a lawyer and totally gorgeous.
I must start off by saying that all events are 100% real and take place over the past 3 years since moving to New York. Real names will not be used as to protect the identity of the individuals.
So I met this guy...
..in Las Vegas. Let's call him "London Guy". He was handsome and by far the best dressed person for miles, although in Vegas that is not saying much. He was English, a lawyer and totally gorgeous. I had taken my Mum there to get over her divorce as my brilliant Father had recently decided to run off with some Brazilian chick.
I invited London Guy to join my entourage (yes this was my Mum and Aunt) at our Private table on the roof top at Pure night club. We spent the night drinking and talking, although I have not a clue what we talked about, and then the two of us headed downstairs to the tables where I lost hundreds of his dollars at blackjack. Did I mention I am a terrible gambler?
Since I was there with family, I thought it best not to stay the night and we parted ways as the sun was coming up. As he was returning to London that morning and I too heading home, I chalked the whole thing up to romantic encounter and told myself I would never see him again.
A day later London Guy called... asked what I was doing next week. I vaguely recalled him mentioning something about a business trip when we first met. "Nothing, What are YOU doing?" I quipped. He said he was going to Hong Kong for work and asked if he could bring me along.
30 minutes later I had an E-ticket to Hong Kong in my inbox and was packing for a next morning departure.