“Do you dare question my power?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
“Do you dare me to let loose my golden stream?” he asked.
“I double dare you,” I answered defiantly.
That’s when he urinated on me.
I couldn’t believe it. Not only because of what he was doing on me, but also because he seemed to have a whole other bladder full. He peed all over me, moving his dick around like a hose to make sure he soaked me head to toe. He paid special attention to my breasts, getting them dripping wet. It was warm and wet and smelled like red wine for some reason.
“I’m marking my territory,” he said, smiling and peeing on me.
That’s when I pushed him in the swimming pool — but he didn’t stop urinating. He was underwater, but it shot out of the pool, straight up into the air.
It started raining and I quickly noticed that the rain was yellow. It wasn’t coming from Liam. The clouds were peeing on us.
“It’s time to wake up,” I yelled at Liam.
That’s when I woke up.
I woke up mad. I didn’t want him to urinate on me. I certainly never gave him permission to do anything like that — although in the dream I did double dare him. Even though it was a dream and it never really happened, I was mad at him anyway.
He was still asleep, so I couldn’t yell at him for what he did in my dream. I got on the chair he was sleeping on and straddled on top of him like I was going to ride him.
Instead of waking him up the happy way, I woke him up by peeing on him. I hovered over him and sprayed on his stomach and chest. As he was starting to wake up I put my face in front of his and said good morning while I was peeing on him.
It took him a minute to figure out what was going on. He was surprised and confused. I was surprised, too. I guess I had the dream because I really had to go.
When I finished I went to the kitchen to get a drink.
“What was that all about?” Liam asked me, completely confused.
“You should go take another shower,” I told him.
We never used that lounge chair again. We moved it over, out of the way. You couldn’t really tell that it was peed on, but we knew.
Once he was clean and dry Liam wanted to watch TV — which I thought was strange. We were in this beautiful villa on this beautiful tropical island. The weather was good. It always looked like it was going to rain, but it was warm and there was usually a nice breeze. We had all this nature around us — and he wanted to go inside and watch TV.
The villa had TVs in the living room and bedroom. We never really spent any time in the living room up to now and we only turned on the bedroom TV to see what kind of channels we got. We never really sat down and watched it. The hotel had DVDs we could borrow, but Liam wanted to just sit on the living room sofa and watch TV. It was a nice sofa — and a nice new flat screen TV — but I thought it was a waste of a perfectly good day to be indoors.
I stayed with him and watched TV for a little while. There were a wide variety of channels. I thought it might just be Indonesian TV, but it was pretty international. I guess if you run a hotel in Bali you have to have something for everybody.
The local channels were interesting. It was just like anywhere else — they had soap operas and game shows — but it was all in Indonesian. There was a Bali channel that just talked about Bali. It was like one long commercial for the island.
They had a Japanese channel which was just Japanese news when we watched it. They also had a Chinese channel, but we weren’t interested. We can see Chinese TV anytime.
There was a French news channel. I wanted to watch that, but Liam doesn’t understand any French, so he didn’t. Not that I could either. I can read French, but when they talk they’re going a mile a minute and I can never keep up.
“Je m’appelle Hailey,” I might say.
“Personnen’ademandévotrenomstupide,” A French person would respond. “Américaintypiquearrogant.”
There was also a German channel that was showing some kind of travel thing. That was interesting because it was for people in Germany talking about somewhere in South America and we were watching it in Indonesia.
“Ganz im Süden liegt das Archipel Feuerland!” the German presenter barked. I have no idea why he was so angry. “Auf kleiner Fläche zahlreiche subpolare Landschaftstypen ballt!”
Whatever you say. Just don’t hurt me.
The Spanish channel was just soap operas.
“Ella perdió su memoria debido a la paella podrida. Tenemos que realizar un transplante de cerebro.”
There were more English channels than anything else — except Indonesian. They had CNN and BBC, so we could keep up with the latest news. Not that we cared. We were on vacation. Syria and the economy would still be messed up when we got back.
They also had a channel that showed all the worst American TV — contest shows, really bad sitcoms and all those shows about families with 100 children. I don’t know why everyone with more than 10 children has a TV show. Then again, I don’t know why anyone would want more than 10 children. I think 3 is my limit. It’s none of my business if someone wants to pump out kids until their uterus explodes, but if it’s no one’s business, why is it on TV?
Liam got into some show about a fundamentalist Christian family with 20 children. I just couldn’t take it. There was nothing about that show that appealed to me. All the boys were dressed like the father and all the girls like the mother. It’s like the parents were trying to clone themselves. Every child’s name started with the same letter as the father’s name. They even all had the same hair, according to gender. My impression was that they were trying to start their own cult.
I don’t think having 20 children is healthy. It can’t be good for the woman’s body. Even if you make enough money to support all those kids, there’s no way you’ll have enough time to give each one any kind of individual attention. You’d have to treat them like a sports team or classroom — not like your own children. How many children with 1 or 2 siblings think they don’t get enough attention? Now imagine having 19 siblings. It’s not good for them.
The bible says go forth and multiply. It doesn’t say treat your vagina like a clown car. You don’t need 100 to multiply. You can multiply with 2. Those 2 have children and their children have children. That’s multiplication. You don’t have to populate the whole world with the first generation.
Just talking about this show upsets me. There was no way I could sit there and watch it. So I went outside while Liam sat in front of the TV like a zombie.
I like old movies — Singin’ in the Rain, Roman Holiday, Mary Poppins — that sort of thing. I love older musicals — anything with a big song and dance number.
I don’t like contest shows where people think they’re going to be great singers or dancers by winning a TV show title. It takes years and years of practice and training to really know how to sing or dance professionally. Impressing some judge and getting phone-in votes isn’t enough.
Gene Kelly said his big regret was that he didn’t become famous until he was past his prime. He was the biggest star in the world when he was making movies, but he thought he was a much better dancer when he was working on Broadway. He’s my idea of a professional.
DAY 4
STARRY STARRY NIGHT
I was sitting outside reading a book when Liam came out, wearing only underwear.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” he looked at me and asked.
I thought it was a strange question. I wasn’t doing anything that required nudity. I was reading a book.
“It’s villa day,” he told me. “We should be naked.”
He thought we should just be naked all the time — even though we both had clothes on when we had breakfast.
He had an idea and he thought it was a good one.
“I should give you a massage,” he said.
I knew right away this meant he wanted to have oiled up sex. He never likes to
give me massages. He likes to rub my boobs, pussy and ass, but he doesn’t know how to give a real massage. I’m not good at giving massages either, so I can’t really complain. Fortunately, I have a place in Hong Kong where I can get the real thing whenever I want.
“Ok,” I told him. “If you really want to do it, you have to give me a real massage.”
“I can do that,” he said, even though we both knew he couldn’t.
“You can’t just grope me,” I said. “You have to do it professionally.”
“I’ll give you the most professional massage you’ve ever had,” he said.
I don’t know if he was trying to convince me or himself.
We went to the gazebo and he imitated the massage ladies we had the day before. He put a towel down on the table the way they did and lined up the massage oils as if he knew what he was doing.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. “Ok, lady?”
He held a towel up to my body, carefully making sure not to see any of my nudity. He was exaggerating the way they did it, but it was pretty funny.
I got on the table face down and he draped a towel over my butt. He oiled up his hands and put some oil on my back. He rubbed the oil around my back, not really knowing what he was doing. I kept waiting for him to tell me to roll over — I knew he wanted to get at my front — but he rubbed my back and shoulders like he was really giving me a massage. When he was rubbing my lower back his hands “accidentally” slipped under the towel and he grabbed my butt, but other than that he was almost acting like a professional.
Then he went down to my feet. That was weird because he really doesn’t like feet. I’m a dancer, so I love a good foot massage — or even a mediocre foot massage. Liam doesn’t really care about getting foot massages and he certainly doesn’t like giving them.
If I came home from work after a particularly hectic day and said, “We did three shows back to back and I’ve been on my feet all day and the subway broke down so I had to walk home 10 miles uphill in the snow while carrying your grandmother to the nursing home. Can you give me a foot rub?”
He would say, “What’s in it for me?”
That usually means he wants a blowjob.
This time he was actually giving me a foot massage. It wasn’t very good, but I appreciated the effort. I knew how hard it was for him.
After he did my feet, he worked on my legs. He was better at that since he’s more comfortable with legs. He didn’t really know where all the muscles are, but he rubbed my legs and used plenty of oil. He moved the towel up a little bit so he could get to my thighs.
“Is ok, lady?” he asked when he moved the towel the way the massage ladies kept asking about everything.
He moved the towel up even further. A lot further than a professional ever would, but he kept rubbing my legs. Then I felt his breath on my butt. He was still rubbing my legs, but his face was really close to my butt — also not something a professional should ever do.
He kissed one of my butt cheeks and acted like the massage oil was poison.
“How does it taste?’ I asked him.
“Your butt or the oil?” he asked.
“Six of one,” I said.
He licked the spot on my butt where he just kissed.
“Not too bad,” he said.
“Well then carry on,” I told him.
He started kissing and licking both of my butt cheeks. Then he started licking the top of my butt crack.
Liam is not an ass man. He wants nothing more than to put his cock in my ass. That’s like his big dream in life, and he’s always trying to finger my ass — I think because he always wants me to finger his — but kissing or licking butts is not his thing. He wants to be in there, but he doesn’t want his mouth anywhere near there.
So it surprised me when he started kissing and licking my butt crack. He started at the top and I never thought he’d go lower, but he did.
He licked his way down and I thought he was going to go for my pussy, but he opened my butt cheeks a little and started licking my ass. I couldn’t believe it. This trip was bringing out a different side of him. Or maybe it was living in China and going so long without sex that made him extra willing to do other things. I don’t know. All I know is I liked it.
He licked my ass and if felt good. Not as good as when he licks my pussy, but still pretty good. Probably because that’s an area that never gets any tongue attention.
He started gently, maybe timidly. He lightly licked my ass with the tip of his tongue. Then he went a little harder, like he was licking my clitoris. Then he went harder, trying to stick his tongue in my ass.
That wasn’t going to happen. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but then I felt his finger rubbing my ass while he was licking. Pretty soon his lips moved on to my butt cheeks and his finger was going in my ass. He could tell I liked it — I was lightly moaning — so he slowly moved his finger in deeper and deeper.
That’s when I noticed that only one of his hands was touching me. The other one was stroking his cock. I don’t know when he took off his underwear, but he was totally naked and jerking himself.
He got up on the massage table and put his hard cock up against my ass, but I said no. I didn’t want to do that again. He was very disappointed, but I told him I had a better idea.
“Get off the table,” I told him as I rolled over onto my back.
The towel was completely gone by then. I don’t know where it went, but the massage was pretty much over anyway.
“Come here,” I said, motioning for him to get back up on the table after I rolled over.
He positioned himself as if he was going to do me missionary style.
“No,” I said. “That’s not what we’re going to do.”
I had him spin around so we were in the 69 position. He wasn’t so disappointed anymore.
He buried his face in my pussy and went to town while I took his cock in my mouth. If there’s one thing Liam likes more than putting his cock in my ass it’s 69 sex. He was eating me out like it was his last meal on death row. I had his cock as far down my throat as I could get it. I could never go balls deep, but I could always go pretty far when I wanted to.
This time it wasn’t really working for me. He was trying to cram his cock down my throat and I was trapped against the table. I prefer 69 when I’m on top since I can control the cock better.
He tried licking my ass while he was eating my pussy, but he couldn’t really get to it in that position. I could tell he was still thinking about my ass. So I abandoned our 69 with him on top.
“This isn’t working,” I told him. “Get off me.”
He thought we were going to shift with me on top since he knows I like it better that way. Instead, I got on all fours.
“Go back to licking my ass,” I told him.
I was on the table with my ass in the air while he was standing behind me. He licked my pussy a little, but quickly went back to my ass. It didn’t take him long to figure out that this position meant I wasn’t touching his cock at all. He was jerking himself, but that wasn’t enough. It was just in my mouth a second ago and now it wasn’t in anything.
“I need to be in you,” he said. He was almost begging me.
“You can’t put it in my ass,” I told him.
“But we already — ”, he started pleading with me.
“No,” I interrupted. “Closed for business.”
I thought about our situation for a second. I could go back to blowing him, but he was really into my ass for some reason.
“You can rub it against my ass,” I told him. “But don’t put it in.”
He started to stand on the massage table, but that proved awkward, so I went back to lying down on my stomach. He got up on the table and sat on his knees with his legs on either side of my legs. He poured some more oil all over my butt and put his finger back in my ass while he rubbed his cock against my oiled up butt cheeks.
He practically begged me to let him put his cock in m
y ass.
“I’m not going to last much longer anyway,” he said. “So it shouldn’t make any difference.”
I was really turned on by all that slipping and sliding against my butt, but I didn’t want him all the way in there.
“Just put the tip in,” I told him.
He seemed pretty happy that I was giving in.
“I mean it,” I said. “Just the tip. I don’t want to feel your cock shoved up my ass.”
He put the tip in my ass and stroked the rest of his cock. He was mostly just masturbating, but the head of his cock was inside me.
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
He was asking me where I wanted him to ejaculate, as if his semen was some kind of special prize. I was very horny at this point, so in a strange way it almost was.
“Fill my ass,” I told him.
He could’ve easily pulled out and shot off on my butt and back, but I knew he wanted more than that. He already ejaculated deep in my ass a couple days earlier, so I didn’t see what harm it could do.
When he came he exhaled as if he had been holding his breath a long time.
After his orgasm, he got off the massage table and rolled me over onto my back so he could go back to eating my pussy. While he was sucking on my clitoris I could feel his sperm dripping down my butt. I told him to catch it — for some reason — and instead he put his finger in my ass, using his semen as lubricant. He fingered my wet ass while shoving his tongue in my pussy.
The combination was too much for me. It was my turn to come hard and I soaked his face. I didn’t get him nearly as wet as he can get me when he comes on my face, but it was still messy.
I’m mostly a tidy person by nature, but sometimes messier is better.
We were both pretty hungry by this point. Eating each other wasn’t enough to fill our stomachs. We never ate lunch since we had a late breakfast and now we were ready for dinner.
Liam wanted us to stay naked the rest of the day, but I didn’t want to cook naked. It just doesn’t seem right to me — and sometimes it can be dangerous. I wasn’t planning on frying any bacon, but I still wanted something between my skin and everything else. There was a nice clean apron in the kitchen. It looked brand new. Most of the guests probably rarely use the kitchen. So I wore the apron and nothing else.
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