Monday, February 27, 2012

Taiwan Earthquake

There was a large earthquake in Taiwan yesterday. I didn’t feel it, but a friend of mine is visiting Taiwan and he said it was pretty big. Fortunately, no one was killed and it didn’t cause much damage.

People say that Taiwan is a good place to go snorkeling and there are a lot of mountains & caves to explore. Maybe I’ll go there sometime. It’s only about an hour flight. They need to keep away the earthquakes, though. I don’t like earthquakes.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Valentine's Day 2012

We didn’t really do Valentine’s Day on Tuesday because of work, so we had a special romantic dinner Saturday instead. Ryan took me to Yun Fu in Central. It’s an upscale restaurant with a combination of Chinese and western food. They had an interesting mix of east & west like lamb with chrysanthemum and sesame, braised veal with Szechuan peppers wrapped in lotus leaves, mushroom salmon with bamboo and ginger. Their wine list was huge and we really don’t know anything about wine, so we let the waiter recommend an Australian Cabernet Sauvignon. I’ve never heard anyone talk about Australian wine before I came to Hong Kong. I think all those Australian expats are having an influence.

It was a good meal in a nice restaurant. I have no idea what it all cost because Ryan paid for everything.

After dinner, we took the Star Ferry from Central to Tsim Sha Tsui. Ordinarily we take the MTR, but this was a special night out so we went for the scenic route. We were going to take a walk along the waterfront, but we’ve both seen it so many times, it’s not all that special anymore.

After we got back to our apartment, we made love vanilla style, just the way I like it – on the bed, with the lights low, in comfort and privacy. It was romantic, passionate and highly orgasmic. I don’t need a banana split with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, peanuts and a cherry on top when I can have a warm slice of pie. That would work better if a man said it, but I know what I mean.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

My New Spa

I’ve been looking for a good spa that I can go to on a regular basis ever since I went to a really great one for my birthday. Hong Kong is full of spas, ranging from 5 star luxury, like what I had on my birthday, to cheap dives where you catch some kind of skin rash. As a dancer, it would be nice to get regular leg massages and soaks in a hot tub. I don’t need all the pampering. I can live without all the mud wraps, waterfall showers, facials and manicures. I’m just looking for a good leg massage that doesn’t cost a fortune.

A Chinese friend told me about a place in Cheung Sha Wan. The outside looks like a million other dirty buildings, but the inside is clean and professional. It’s not elaborately decorated like the luxury spa. Everything is more functional than decorative. The important thing is that a half hour leg massage costs about the same as a minute in the luxury spa.

The first time I went there I got a masseuse who didn’t speak any English. Most of the Chinese I know is about numbers and ordering food. I just don’t know any massage Chinese. It was hard to communicate with her what I wanted. My needs are pretty simple, but under the circumstances I probably came across as some finicky foreigner.

My Chinese friend suggested I ask for Amy. So when I went back I asked for Amy. Luckily, she was working that day. I had to wait a while since I didn’t bother to make an appointment, but she was definitely worth the wait. Amy speaks excellent English and she really knows how to knead out those muscles. She started with some deep tissue and then oiled up my legs & feet and did a great Swedish massage.

It turns out they don’t call it deep tissue or Swedish in Hong Kong. They have Chinese names, of course, but the English terms they use are regular and oil. So even if the masseuse at my first visit spoke some English, she might not have understood me anyway. Amy also told me that when you want a leg massage, you have to ask for a foot massage. Foot massages automatically include the legs.

This experience was both educational and relaxing.

I’m planning on going back at least three times a month. I’d like to go once a week, but I’m not made of money. The next time I go, I want to see what Amy can do with my shoulders.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Yellow

I was headed to the bathroom and Ryan said he wanted me to pee on him. What the hockey sticks? That’s something we’ve never talked about before. I agreed to be more open about his sex fantasies, but what does urine have to do with sex? It’s waste. Your body’s getting rid of it for a reason.

At least he didn’t want to pee on me. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to handle that, and I’m a little worried that might be next on his to-do list.

I’ve seen him pee before. He’s a guy. There isn’t much they love more than to whip it out and show you how they can aim at targets and write words in the snow. I’m just not impressed by anyone’s ability to write in cursive. When we’re outdoors and he has to leak on a tree or something, I’m not patting him on the back and telling him how amazing it is that he can point and shoot. I’m mostly trying to stay away from him so he doesn’t get any on me.

Eventually, I agreed to pee on him, even though it’s kind of gross. It’s also pretty harmless. It doesn’t hurt me at all. I don’t see how it could hurt him. We were in the privacy of our apartment. If he wants me to squat over him in the middle of Nathan Road, that’s never going to happen. I had to go anyway and it was in the bathroom. If he wanted to do it on the bed or anywhere that’s hard to clean, I would have definitely said no. I’d make him clean it up, so he would never want to anyway. He’s good at making messes, but not so great at cleaning them.

This paragraph is the point of no return. I had to endure this, so the blog world has to read about it. If this sort of thing makes you want to vomit in your mouth, you might not want to read further. Not everything is for everybody.

Ryan took off all his clothes and lay down on the floor, as much as you can in our tiny bathroom. Hong Kong bathrooms are extra small and all tile, making them very easy to clean. You can literally hose down the entire bathroom with the shower head. There’s no carpet anywhere. I don’t think there’s carpet anywhere in Hong Kong.

I took off my panties, hiked up my skirt and straddled over him. I was going to take off my shirt, but he wanted me to leave it on. As much as he likes seeing me without my top on, he loves seeing me just bottomless even more. I don’t know of that’s a fetish or just a preference.

I had to go, but it took a little while at first. I’ve never peed on anyone before. He didn’t want me to get it on his face, so at least he doesn’t want to drink it. That would be too high on the gross scale for me.

I mostly peed on his chest and a little on his dick. It’s not like I can write my name or anything. He got hard as soon as it hit his dick. That didn’t surprise me in the least. It doesn’t take much to get Ryan hard. I’ve seen him get hard just from standing naked in front of a fan, but not too close, thankfully. A soft breeze literally made him hard.

He took a shower afterward. Thank heaven for small miracles. I was a little worried about that. I took a shower just from what got on my feet. I can’t imagine walking around the rest of the day without washing it off. He wanted to have sex in the shower, of course. He always does whenever we take a shower together, but our shower is barely big enough for one of us. We’ve had sex in the bathroom before, outside the shower, but it’s just too small and uncomfortable.

We didn’t talk about bodily fluids afterward. I’m hoping it’s just something he needed to get out of his system. It didn’t turn me on at all. It’s none of my business what kinky sex things other people do, but to me it just seems like an insult to get peed on. It’s as sexy as someone spitting on you. I really hope he doesn’t want to do that next.


So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Vanilla

Ryan’s decided to stay in Hong Kong on one condition – he wants me to be more open about what he called his “manly needs”. I always thought I was. I seldom say no to indoor private sex, unless I’m not interested. Every once in a while, I wake him up in the morning in a very special way that no man in the history of civilization has ever resisted. I usually let him pop his cork on whatever body part he wants. I’ve known a few people who find that objectionable, but I’ve never had a problem with it. Outside of your eyes, it washes off effortlessly. And avoiding your eyes is pretty easy. Eyelids were invented to avoid detritus. Even so, he apparently has a list of things he wants to try and he thinks I’m holding him back.

There might be some truth to that. I’m not a sexually freaky person. I’m what they call vanilla. I like committed, monogamous, heterosexual intercourse. I’ll try any position at least once, but I like privacy and comfort. Especially privacy. I’m not interested in being watched or watching other people. I’m not comfortable being naked around others. I don’t want to flash anybody. I’m afraid of being tied up or using mechanical devices. I have absolutely no desire to tie him up or use devices on him.

I understand where Ryan is coming from. He’s at his sexual peak for at least the next few years. He’s living in a far away, exotic land with indecipherable social mores. He has a steady paycheck coming in for the first time in his life. He gets hard at the drop of a hat. Pretty much anything arouses him. And he’s stuck here with me. I’m pretty boring, sexually. Don’t get me wrong, I like rubbing against naughty bits as much as the next repressed American. I get aroused pretty easily, too. I just have more self-control. I’ll never ask him to go down on me in a restaurant. I wouldn’t be comfortable with that. But he would love it.

Ryan also had basically no sexual experience before me. I had a boyfriend when we first met. He only had his sore hand. Now that he has a lot more experience under his belt, he wants to try more and more exotic things. He’s in an experimental stage right now. I guess he’s on a sexual journey. I’m just not sure how far he wants to go, or how far I can go with him.

I’m really worried about this. The line I won’t cross is much closer than the line he won’t cross, wherever that is. Will he always want to try things I don’t like? Will I always be so stubborn? Will I have to go farther than I want to keep him? Will he have to hold himself back to keep me? Is this all just temporary? Most importantly, I want the name of whoever invented boyfriends. We need to talk.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Another Year in Hong Kong

Ryan and I have been arguing back and forth about whether or not to stay in Hong Kong another year. I want to stay and he wants to go back home. Eventually he decided to just wait and see what happens.

I’ve signed another contract for another year. If Ryan doesn’t sign his contract he’s not going to have many choices. Without a job he will have to leave Hong Kong. I’m contractually obligated to stay. If he leaves, he might just have to leave without me. He should think about that.