Month: April 2020

By that time, I was reading lots of Blackdragon material on non-monogamy, open marriage, online dating and dating younger girls. This information was eye opening. My Philippines trip to sort out my condo loan before the handover was approaching fast and I decided to test Blackdragon’s ideas on younger chicks and try to focus on sub-24-year-old girls when I come to Cebu City. I decided to create Filipino Cupid account and only open girls 23-year-old or younger when I arrive.

Between my last Philippines trip and that time, I reignited my DJing passion from the past and went back to collecting vinyl records and mixing. I rebuilt my collection to around 1800 records and was having lots of fun mixing at home and making mixtape videos. I got in touch with a few DJs in Cebu City via Facebook and they offered me to play at local venues if I bring my vinyl records with me, which I accepted with a passion. This old hobby of mine made me quite a few good friends there when I arrived.

I booked AirBnB condo in the same building as my condo, packed all my condo loan documents together with 30 of my favourite house record and jumped on the plane.

The plane was delayed. I only landed in Cebu City around 9 pm, more than one hour later than the schedule. I was really tired and jetlagged when I got to my apartment at around 10 pm. I wanted to go to sleep to recover. But the night was young and I just decided to go to my favourite bar where I met J. to just have a couple of beers. I showered, dressed up, hailed a cab and went to the bar.

Apparently where there a couple of waitress girls at the bar who recognised me around that J’s affair despite that fact that a few years have passed. It looked like me and J. became some sort of a legend there. Jezuz. I didn’t expect that.

As I entered the bar and ordered drinks, one girl immediately took a fancy to me. She jumped on my lap and started to grind her butt on my crouch. Her name was S. I ordered a bottle of tequila. As the night progressed, the things got dirtier and dirtier. I got a bit tipsy and started to flirt with S., eventually ending up talking dirty to her right there and then. I was whispering in her ear how I would throw her on the bed, pull her panties off and eat her pussy out.

She kept taking it all in as she kept grinding on my lap. Tequila was flowing freely and I was getting really drunk. S. kept grinding on my crouch. As the clock hit 2 am and S’s shift was over, I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the taxi to go to my condo.

As she entered the room, she asked me if she can go to the shower. I told her that she can and followed her there. We were both naked in the shower when I started to make out with her and, eventually bent her over and stuck my hard dick in her wet pussy. Raw. We fucked in the shower for a little while before I pulled her out and threw her on the bed.

I delivered everything that I promised her during the dirty talk at the bar. I ate her pussy like a maniac and she sucked my dick like a professional porn star. I fucked the shit out of her in bed and blew my load all over her body. Exhausted, we fell asleep only to repeat the process in the morning.

In the morning, I called a taxi and sent her home. She was a “golden touchdown” girl. A girl you fuck in less than 24 hours after a landing in the country. Moreover, she was 20-year-old. The youngest girl I ever fucked in my entire life.

To be continued…

My plane landed in Sydney and I went back to my regular routine… Except for my wife. She knew something was off. Smart girl. She knew what she was up to when she sent me to Cebu City alone. The nuclear shit-test. The shit test that I failed.

Thinking about it now, this was the moment that my marriage was done. It would take a few more years for it to become official but the irreparable damage was already done and nothing was going to change it. She knew. Female spider senses.

We took a drive to the Cronulla beach in Sydney where she started to ask me the tough questions. Did I do it? How many girls? Bla bla bla. I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I loved this girl. She didn’t do anything wrong. I spilled all the beans.

Surprisingly the sex at home has improved. In fact, a lot. She dressed sexy for me and… drum roll… I made her squirt for then first time in years. The dread game is real. She knew, she had a completion now. The real competition. Younger, tighter, hotter.

The condo investment was also a dread for her. She read it as a plan for me to dump her and go live my life in another country in my own property without her, having an access to other, younger and hotter women. It was a revelation for me too, because I finally realised my value as man. I realised that I can actually do that. Go somewhere else and live my life as a man, having access to younger and hotter women. Our marriage was done, de facto. I didn’t accept that and so didn’t she. But, as I now realise, her female spider senses made her thinks about the way out and the plan B.

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I did what I planned. I fired my virtual assistants and helped them to find another job via Facebook groups I was a member of and I found a lucrative corporate contract. Cash started to roll in and stress was relieved. Suddenly I was getting more cash coming to my bank account than during all my previous years of running a business.

I have skills. Skills that are in demand and can provide a good income for me and my family. I can bring back home a bacon. In fact, a gourmet one. Just like when we came to this country years ago with nothing. No cash, no possessions and no future. I could make a future for all of us. Me, my wife and my kid.

My wife suddenly decided to help to make money. She spent hours upon hours on YouTube, learning the ropes as she started to day trade. Little by little she was able to consistently make a small profit. I was providing the cash to keep the trading account going. Everything seems to be going back to normal. After a break up with T., there were no reason for me to go back to Philippines. Except for my condo. The day when I was going to go there for a handover was approaching fast. I had to do the paperwork for a loan and jump on the plane to get the things sorted.

I had a reason to go there. Would I be able to resist? I knew the answer was “no” even before I jumped on the plane.

To be continued…

Although we fucked only a few times, J. started to refer me as her “boyfriend”, which weirded me out but not too much. I was still bamboozled by the fact that 23-year-old girl can be into “older” guy like me. This relationship had a hard expiration date, the date of my plane ticket back to Australia.

I was feeling really crushed. I knew the business venture with T. is done and I have to get to the positive cash flow fast, otherwise my financial situation would deteriorate to the point of no return. I knew that I had to shut down my business, let two of my virtual assistants go and go back to the contracting to corporate. There wasn’t a realistic way to generate cash in a matter of few short weeks otherwise. I was going back to where I started.

There was one more thing that contributed bad to my dread. And it was the fact that a few days before my and T’s break up, I bought a studio condominium in Cebu City off the plan. In fact, there were no building whatsoever. There was a construction site and a hole in the ground.

Fortunately, dear reader, now I can say, it wasn’t a bad decision after all. The building was constructed. The condominium was handed over and overall, it wasn’t a bad investment at all. But this will become apparent later. For now, I was fucked.

It was time to leave the country and go back home to my family. I had a red-light flight so I decided to have a few drinks at the bar with J. and go back to my hotel room to sleep before going to the airport. And so, I did. We shot shit and smoked cigars with N., drunk tequila and played pool with J. and, around 10 pm I went back to my hotel to sleep. J. begged me to stay but I didn’t.

I was lying in bed in my hotel room and I couldn’t sleep. I was done. My business was over. My dreams were crushed. I had to put my tail between my legs and crawl back to the corporate job. I was defeated. But there was J., the pretty 23-year-old singer from a whiskey bar with slim dark-skinned body and firm tits. And she liked me.

I jumped out of the bed, took shower, got dressed up and took a taxi back to the bar. N. welcomed me at the entrance. “J. was looking a bit sad when you left,” he told me. Oh, well. I beaconed visibly surprised and happy J. and ordered her to bring me two cans of Red Bull. I wasn’t going to sleep that night. We drunk, we played pool, we talked, we had fun. When her shift was over, we went across the Mango area to the, now defunct, 22nd Street Comedy Bar.

We met some of the J’s friends, I order some food and drinks for us and then she joined the rock band at the stage to sing Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life” for her “boyfriend” (me). I still have this video I shot on my phone. She did have a voice.

Eventually we took a taxi to my hotel. A few short minutes after we entered the room, the clothes started to come off and next thing you know, we were naked in my bed. “Can I?” she asked again pointing her phone at my erect phallus. “Sure, go for it,” I replied as she took a dick pick for her cock collection.

I pulled on a condom and started fucking her with everything I had. As before, she rode my dick vigorously in cow-girl position until she had an orgasm. After she came, she told me, “Now, it’s you turn.” That turned me on so much, I pounded her from behind until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pushed her on her back, pulled off the condom and blew my load on her perfect Asian tits. Then I reached for my phone and took a trophy shot of her body with my cum all over her belly and boobs.

We didn’t sleep that night. In the morning she rode a taxi with me to the airport and hugged be goodbye as I walked through the airport gates.

That was the last time we fucked. I met her a few years later in Cebu. She had another kid from god knows whom, who didn’t stick around. She became really jaded and her looks faded badly way before she hit thirty years old. Sometimes I still pull and watch that old video of her singing Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life.”

To be continued…

Next day I went to our office in Mandaue City. T. wasn’t there and I notice how relaxed the staff were. Everyone was doing their job but with the apparent lack of dread. T. was a dick to our staff. When he was in the office, everyone was walking on egg shells. T. would always tell me how lazy and irresponsible our employees were and how they always needed to be watched. Well, I thought to myself, I never had to watch two of my remote virtual assistants. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to, but they seem to always get the job done.

I chatted a bit to A., the young office manager girl. She was a highlight of a team. Proactive, responsible and always got the job done with no excuses. Plus, she was hot. I guess this was the main reason T. hired her in my absence.

Later in the day, T. invited me for a drink at the lounge bar at Radison Blu hotel where he always stayed for a month at a time. He managed to carve some sort of a corporate deal with the hotel management.

We met at the bar and ordered drinks. T. was a dick he usually was. Apparently, he wasn’t happy with his drink and demanded a replacement. Waitress was very apologetic and brought him a new one. That pissed me off. I knew how things work in Philippines. The waitress who made a little mistake was going to get the price of his drink deducted from her pay. And, since Radison is a five-star overpriced hotel, this one drink would amount to her whole daily pay, if not more.

The meeting with T. turned into a shitshow and a blame game. T. blamed me for not making our SEO software as shiny and I blamed him for not bringing any customers. I couldn’t go like this anymore. I had a family to support and if cash wasn’t going to roll in, I would run out of money in a matter of a couple of months tops. Eventually I shouted at T. that I am done and I am out and I’d rather go and drink tequila with my girlfriend than to keep talking to him. And I left the bar.

That was the last time me and T. talked in long, long time.

I took a taxi to Ayala Mall to buy a box of finest Filipino cigars and went to the bar where J. worked. It was a bit early and the owner wasn’t there but N., the manager of the bar was. N. was a funny Queenslander who spoke with a heavy Aussie accent. He was a cool guy to hand out with. I shared a cigar with him and we shot shit for a while. There was something off about this guy. I couldn’t pinpoint what but I suspected he was hiding from Australian law in Philippines. My suspicions were confirmed later when he left Cebu City and his long-term girlfriend and escaped to Puerta Galera. Apparently, he was running real estate scams around the country.

When J. arrived to report for duty, I ordered tequila and drunk my sorrows away. At the end of her shift, I took her to my hotel room.

To be continued…