My Balls are getting chopped

God please get me out of here

Life sucks or I am sucking at it? God knows. In last couple of months few really bad things have happened to me. I am just thinking which one I will start first. Tomorrow I am going to open my pats in front of someone. Then that person will play with my balls. Will put the hands in all possible ugly arcs of my lower part and then will take 100-120 $ for that. I know what you are thinking; I am going to a Brothel. Hope it was the case. Basically it all started from there only. Last week in Sunday evening I went to a Bar in Geylang. It was a balmy night. I was feeling little bit lonely after a short light nap. So left my place and headed towards the red-light area. Geylang in Sunday is not catchy. After 2 days of enormous hard work all young and European prostitutes take rest in Sunday. 

Though it does not mean they close the Lor 14 brothels but at least the density of young pussies goes down significantly. I liked the Geylang brothels. They are clean and professional. No need to hire a pimp like Indian markets. You can head on directly and chose the girl. You have to pay 150 $ .They will give you one clean white towel and a shop. The girl will lead you to the room. You can ask to take bath with you. She will shower you and clear you all possible holes you may or may not that exist in your body. I did not. I would like to call it massage. Hole cleaning massage. They are awesome in that. Even in the weekdays in lorong 16 you will get the same girls for massage. Most of them are Chinese.  After 9 o’clock in the night they come down on the road and start grabbing the hands of office returns like me. Don’t pay more than $ 40. You can try it like this.

1>    Promise $ 30, don’t try to negotiate. They are Chinese; you will never be able to win in negotiation with them.
2>    They will take you to the top floor. While going through the dark stairs, press the asses gently. It means, do good service and I will give you good tip. I actually entered my left hand into her skirt and pinched in her vagina. It was wet. Her reaction was confusing, may be ineffable will be the correct word. She did not ask me to stop, rather her emotions made me feel like a sex conjurer. Though her face was betraying her emotions. I felt. It’s ok; normally prostitutes are fool that everybody knows.

But that day I did it in a different way. I went to the Bar wearing a white shirt and was waiting for hot chick whom I can drill just like a corn field in a tempted Saturday night. Suddenly I saw two white legs and in the next moment felt an indelible pain in my balls. When I craned my head toward the lower portion, saw five Chinese fingers were squeezing my balls in an eccentric tantric way. Before I shout, she left me in the dark vanished. It killed all my drowsiness that I have created with 4 pines of beer and I was just internally bleeding. The pain was still there. I felt like my balls are in fire. Of course I left the place in next 10 minutes. In the middle of the night pain showed its hulk face and I was in the next to commit suicide mode. After a heavy sweating night, at last slept at 4:30 AM. 

In the morning I looked at my lower portion with a stable mind. Shit, I should not pushed that Vietnamese girl so badly when she tried to explain something about the balls. She got a Banana Tree fuck from me which immediately stopped her vocal code. (If you don’t know about the banana tree pose, request you to search the Kama sutra in Google) She was correct.

My left ball is not normal. It is kind of bigger and at the end has some membrane type of things which right does not have. What the fuck is this God? At least rich - old you should not have played with my balls. Now what should I do. Should I check with a doctor to understand how serious it is??? Or Should I fuck two girls continuously to check if my sexual ability has gone down by this disease? Or Should I start sizing my penis at the time of erection. Oh God I am confused.
As went to doctor and did a hydrocele test with a hot Chinese chick.  Will share with you next time.DDDDD…wait for it ….nied. Denied , Got Denied by the God again. :( 

Sex with a Doctor in her cabin on her table

Smoking Hot Doctor and I fucked Her

So that’s the way I recognized my penis was not perfectly healthy. The penis which I entered every night in Anna Hathway’s pussy , was not ok. Believe me a guy, that was a horrible feeling. How can’t it go wrong? Just because I have not fucked any girl till now that’s why?? It’s like God is telling me, you are using the gun so let me take it back. I was crying to tell God that no no … I am just waiting for the best bullet. Anyway, I took an appointment with doctor and went to the hospital. I forgot that I had to open my pants in front of him ,  I put a hot song in my ear phone on the way and nurture lots of sexy thoughts before entering into Doctor’s room. I felt my balls were hot and penis was in ready-to-fuck-Gemma-Atkinson mood. My world crashed down suddenly. One beautiful white lady was sitting on the chair with a doctor’s coat. I thought I was in the wrong room and was about to say sorry, she chuckled
“No, you are in the right room. Do you have any problem with your doctor’s gender Mr.  Arbar”

“No, not at all but it is totally uncanny. In my Saudi Arab, for any male urinal problems we see only male doctors actually.”
 “It’s Russia. We don’t effort that luxury.” I nodded.
“So you are coming in or want to check other hospitals.”  She was polite. I did not have any other optionally. Frankly it was an honor for me to rub my balls and penis by her hands.
I waved “Please don’t mind; please don’t mind I was just nervous”.  She replied spontaneously “It’s perfectly ok. I face this problem with all the Asian people. One Bangladeshi worker got horny when I asked to release the pant.” We laughed loudly. I could understand his situation perfectly.
“So what did you do? Was he violent?”

“No, no. He was a good guy. He was far from his place for long time, so may be some emotional eruption happened when he saw me. That’s pretty normal and as a doctor I can’t behave badly on this type of incident.”
I was surprised. She was just like Mather Teresa and the only difference was boobs.
“Are you crazy? He was molesting you. For this he would have got death sentence in Somalia or Lebanon.”
She giggled softly. I saw her face became red.” That’s the problem you Asian people are having. Why you are so possessive about sex. If someone tries to do handshake forcefully, does it mean you will put him in Jail. We don’t have men in Russia. We can’t effort to do this.”
She was wearing her plastic glaps. I was looking at her asses. Those were smoking hot. I wanted to fuck them hard and lick the pussy very badly but controlled myself.
She came in front of my chair and asked “ so , sir what Is your problem ?”
I came to the earth and recalled I came here not for sex.

 
-“Actually yesterday night I had a very bad pain in my left ball. I checked its size is not ok”.
- “Ok , Before I check it few questions. Are you sexually active?”
 - “Yes”
-“Have you faced any problem in sex”
-“No never”
-“How many times normally you intercourse in one shot?”
-“3 minimum but sometimes 5”.
Her eyes flashed. I could see her nipples were getting bigger. My penis was in its maximum manly length.
She asked to open pants. My snake came outside. She was shocked and surprising happy. She rubbed to twice and gave me an impish grin. I said ,
“Can I request for a blow job”. It was perfectly uncontrolled.
She took it into her mouth and took everything out of me.
I fucked her 5 times there. On her table. Her inner body was much whiter than her coat. We made love in all poses. But the special was the doggy pose. Her secretary knocked in the door to indicate that we were shouting too much. She gave me a lotion in middle of the 4th time. It was hilariously useful in anal one. I don’t know how I got the power to fuck 37 times in ass. She stopped me. I saw relaxed and immensely satisfied tears in the corner of her eyes.

Indian Matrimoney & What type of Bride you want ???

What type of partner you want ??? (Partner = Bride)

Here is a sample. I don't know why they don't write I want a hot pinky pussy.You just need a person whom you can share your time and I am sure you don't need all these fuck shit for that.Have you ever thought how you are going to judge your points even if you get a girl with those ??  

• Well she should be well educated, gud looking, smart & coming from a family with values...am v childish & like to be pampered - so she should be mature enough to handle me...above all she should be understanding, loyal & committed...she should be more of a friend than just a partner but should also identify her responsibilities...I don't mind whether she is a housewife or a working lady...I believe in giving space.

• I would prefer someone who has a beautiful mind rather than beautiful face hiding a feeling-less, selfish mind. I respect every little thing which can bring smile to others. I would prefer someone who indulges herself into something meaningful .I would like to complement my partner rather than establishing the facts opposite attracts. 

• Charming, Fun loving, educated. She should respect others.

• The ideal match for my son should be well educated , good looking with a pleasing personality. She should be humble, honest from a cultured family background with good sense of values.

• simple,good looking, wheatish complexion,professionally qualified and job oriented, open hearted,have adjustment mentality,caring,have tendency to live with in-laws.Beside this need to be mentally prepare for staying outside India.
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• I am looking for a person who's working and is also capable of managing domestic responsibilities. My job involves working unearthly hours at home/office so I expect someone who is understandable and adjustable to such situations. She can expect the same attitude from me as weIl. I obviously do expect my partner to be beautiful but her ways should be also be charming and thoughtful. She should be naturally fair and have a presentable figure. She should have also played any kind of sports and love music, books and cooking.
• well she should be well educated, gud looking, smart & coming from a family with values...am v childish & like to be pampered - so she should be mature enough to handle me...above all she should be understanding, loyal & committed...she should be more of a friend than just a partner but should also identify her responsibilities...I don't mind whether she is a housewife or a working lady...I believe in giving space.(ASSHOLE THEN WHY SHE WILL MARRY YOU ??)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life CCQA and two healthy boobs

 
Life CCQA with a hot , sexy Engle

       Last Part

What a frisky, snooty beauty she was. I was stunned. What the fuck proposal it is. I don’t even like the fucking consultancy talk. I have not seen any conceptually brilliant idea from any consultant in my life. How can I do something in my life which I don’t believe at all!! But looked like, I did not an option in front of that Arabian vagina.
 I replied:” Ok I will do it but when you need that?”
She waved “in next 2 hours, if your result does not match with your mind you are gone.”

“But how you will know what I am going to you is correct or wrong”, somehow I managed this much of courage.
“You are just a penniless kid. Asshole I am a Goddess. I know what you have in your mind. I know the relative’s name whose big boobs you fantasize in your dreams. I know you want to sleep with Munmun Sen and her daughter Riya Sen in same bed. I know you expect a wonderful red pussy from Ramina Sen but let me tell you, she is a perfect whore and her lower portion is really black. How come you missed her that mms with Asmit patel?? I just want to listen everything on your voice”.

I was stunned. So she knows everything. Though my mind is quite immune to think all this fucking ideas but my ears were really feeling bad to listen those stuffs. I know these things are shit and I am sure you also have those in your mind. Because I am Lorenzo von Matterhorn, I have the courage to write all this.
She left the room after giving me a laptop with office 2007. I sat down coolly and started thinking what s happening. Very soon I found that everything was happening for a reason and it was no doubt a good exercise to understand the crazy part of my life. I know I am egoistic but that was first time when I was planning to tell myself “yes, you are fucking stubborn to yourself” . So, I started. First is C = Context.
Context = Easy, My life is fucked. I don’t like my life. If I want to be brutal to myself, I have say “God, if this is life I don’t want any part of it. Take it away from me, opps!!! Forgot I don’t believe in God.“ – WOW that a really good start. I clapped on my wonderful virtue to explain my life’s situation to myself.
Concern:  That was the first time; I felt the stones in my heart. I know the problems but just can’t articulate it correctly. Let’s try.
1>    I don’t have anything to get attached in my life.
a.    This has happened because I never got a very good friend. I always followed the steps which were necessary to make my future secure. I will not say that I had never got a mind that was ready to take risk but the fact is, life is as complicated as tensor algebra. So, you can’t always the path which shows sum of 3 angles of a triangle is equal to 180 degree.

It does not work when you draw the triangle on the surface of a football. Life is just like that. I just followed the most conservative path and got a decently good life. That “decent” word is now killing my life.
 
b.    I never shared myself in front of the other people. Not even only once. Though my friends (all are guys) say that I am an open book, I know I never felt the pleasure of explaining myself to anyone. I left no plain untried in this but all went in vain. 
 I left at the altar. Alone. Lonely. A fucking bandit hero.
c.    I can’t be harsh with people. Even when I know it will help me.
d.     I never cared for myself. Never considered myself as a human. My body and health just behaved like an 1890’s Hindu girl.

e.     I can’t say no
f.     I want to talk to girls but my subconscious mind pushes me to ask only “Are you a virgin?”
g.    I love my parents and always show that I hate them
h.    I have too much ego with myself.  I can’t bear the pressure but I can’t put my foots down.
i.    I want to fuck but some fucking old ideas I could not come over.
j.    I feeling lonely in my life but I don’t admit.
k.    I am too scared to lose what I have.

That’s all I can remember.
Questions:
a.    In my case Concerns and questions are same. The bottom line is Will it change?
Answer:
Suddenly she popped up again from somewhere. Now she was nude. Her body was pinkish white, her milky boobs were healthy and her nipples were grayish black. Surprisingly I was not thinking to fuck her. I wanted to spend some time with her. A cool calm time into her lap. I wanted to taste her vertical lips. She read my mind and waved in a peculiar voice
-“Say it.” I was loud and clear.
                    -“Impossible, that’s not my culture.”
- “Fuck you. Can’t you see you are not happy??? Why you are so scared??? Forget about the bad / Good and ask me for sex. For God’s sake do some justice with yourself.”
 - “Ok Ok , I want to leak your milk.”

Silence for 10 mins. I thought she will slap me but life was not bad this time. She took me in a hug and I did not give her a chance to leave me.
She said .. “’ leave this JOB, Leave this image and leave everything. From your next birthday start a new life. I gave a strong bite on nipple to say thanks.  

I came back to my bloody earth don’t know when and why. Thought about all the points and opened the job consultant’s page.