Waking up with her fingering my chest hair, nipples.

Mao mao, as the Chinese girls used to giggle. Carol especially – the hair on my forearms, neither sparse nor too much – turned her on so!

Nah, that isn’t a reference to the Chairman. Hehe. It simply means “body hair” (colloquial I suspect) in Mandarin Chinese.

It’s interesting, the Chinese girls I’ve been with all preferred the clean shaven sort – BEFORE meeting me. As Anne once giggled in bed while fingering the stubble on my face “before I don’t like, now I feel, very handsome!”

Anyway.

As I woke up with her lovely coal black fingers on my chest, playing with my chest hair – then moving to my nipples as soon as she sensed I was up – I’ll let you guess WHO, hehe – thoughts struck me out of the blue as I moaned in pleasure and started to kiss those lovely lips – looking straight into those big black soulful eyes that attract me so!

The lovely Bhagwati has so many qualities I love and can’t get enough of.

She’s traditional. Same thinking as I. She takes care of her body which is commendable. She has done physical labor all her life and continues to which makes her so much more attractive than all the idiotic manicured/pedicured but lazy “Madams” she works for. And more .

But it’s those eyes and the vibe that continue to draw me in. Her eyes tell a tale like mine do and I could gaze into them forever!! Big, black bottomless beautiful pits – and mixed with my own brown eyed big eyes … I know she feels the same way and then some. Vibes what it’s all about.

Yes, looking into her eyes while kissing her, gently and roughly making love to her – IS a thing. For the life of me I don’t see why guys don’t get it.

Yes, you have to be very close to her for that. Carol was the last girl it happened with. After that ended, I used a lot of the angst and fury I felt (and she did) to propel myself into a new business, a far fitter version of myself, all the while with other girls that never matched up to Carol though I didn’t compare them to her consciously.

And then along came this lovely older Indian maid … My. Truly another Carol in another dimension, like Carol herself once told me “another Carol is waiting for you”.

Shy, yet sexy. Caring – the other day I was standing on the road talking to her as a car kept barreling towards me. I didn’t care. I knew they’d slow down. But Bhagwati, first thing ….

“Bhaiya yahan AA jao. Gadi AA Rahi hai”.

(Come over here, there’s a car).

And much like I often steer women away from danger or perceived danger by gently holding their upper arms and leading them away, she did it to me. Just so cute!

It was a reflex reaction, that shows her true feelings about me which she always attempts to hide in public, but can’t quite. Neither can I. Nor do I try. She does. Hehe.

Even with all the other girls around me, I can’t get enough of her. As another girl noted “it’s sweet your heart beats only for her”.

Does it?

She’s always in my dreams. Months on end.

I never thought that would happen after Carol.

But apparently it has. And it’s a slow burn – took years to even happen!

Took me years to realise I was always in love with her, the signs she showed me from the first time we met that even me, with all the experience in the world somehow managed to ignore.

Anyway.

Good things take time, patience, a lot of it.

And in bed, for whatever reason, a lot of conversations with a lot of girls whose partners let’s just say we’re not satisfying then in any regard – came to mind.

I can never understand the typical male complaint of “nowhere to meet girls” and “how do I talk to them”.

They’re everywhere!

Getting dinner last night the girl downstairs giggled at me.

Taking the trash out, I could sense the topmost tenant(female)’s eyes on me.

Walking out for a smoke – you get the picture

How do you talk?

Just talk!

Conversation rules the nation.

And some of the best conversations Ive had with women are either late night or early morning with them in my arms, either post sex or before.

As Carol said “talk to me”!.

And I did. It was always natural for me.

It isn’t always about sex first which most guys want …

… And aren’t good at anyway. Hehe.

Anyway.

Talking to girls in front of their husbands, boyfriends – and then having them chase me – it isn’t just a turn on for me due to the cuckolding aspect.

No.

It’s because I genuinely love women.

And that shows …

Women can feel these things my friend.

And as for the hotter, raunchier parts you guys on the list are interested in?

Cuckold Compilations is your baby.

And that’s that.

Best,

Mike Watson

PS – Some of you are of the opinion that “it should all be for free” and “I’m not paying money for this”.

If that’s you, please do me the favor of emailing me a confirmation so I can permanently ban you from ever making any sort of purchase here (as I did with a few folks recently). Thank you!

Ditto for Sissies that claim “I can serve you with my time but not money”.

Isn’t time money, you idiot?

Do you walk into McDonald’s and say I can eat your food, leave glowing reviews, “appreciate” it but won’t give you any money?

For some reason a “switch” goes off in idiots head anytime moneys brought into the equation – they could be groveling in front of you one minute, next minute, ask for money, they’re rebellious and rude and so forth.

I’ve never quite understood it.

You pay for everything in life, and more for the fancier things.

Anyway. If you’re that sort “he’s asking for money” then just do us both a favor and let me know – thank you!