Too wide and loose to accommodate

It was really a frustrating experience in the erotic adventure. I told myself I had to record it in this blog to serve as a warning sign that you should never believe good things will repeat, just like the fact that history will never repeat itself.

When the pimp, whom I am acquainted with quite much, told me, in his low and smiling voice, that Seven had been back in service after a three month long furlough. And he asked me if I'd like to pick her. I nodded his proposition without hesitation. But, it was the moment that my frustration started to grow.

fail to germinate the 50 sweet corn seeds in September 2014

1. possible causes for the failure

a. fail to germinate them in time (half a year) according to the instruction on the cover of the seeds

b. soak the seeds to expedite germinating for too long-2 days

most seeds rotted in the soil except for five of them

however, the second bout succeeded with 100% seeds germinated

Little water is still needed for germinating sweet corn

I drenched those corn seeds with flowing water for 5 hours, before I germinated them either on a tray padded with moist napkin paper or small pots stuffed with soil full of organism.

I watered them every four or five days only, and they still grew, however they grew slowly. Perhaps, they would grow quicklier if we transplant them to the field.

So small and narrow

When Sydney finishes his job as a "sky watcher", keeping a close eye on the radar screen for any possible air intrusion, for 8 consecutive hours, he decides to get a relaxation both mentally and physically. On his motorcycle, he feels it difficult to make a choice among those parlors. The parlor, Seven Star, used to offer him "three's company," however, he doesn't think its room would be large enough for two women and one man's erotic maneuverability. The other parlor, Tonight, offers many a mainlander, who always probbed how many properties you have, or, if you can matchmake them a Taiwanese husband that is rich and has a property at least. The third parlor, Unforgettable, having a crummy appearance, offers a woman in her forties, who did an excellent job on sucking ass and penis. When she sucked, you could literally feel she was not just muddling through - she did it earnestly and seriously.

Sydney decides to patronize the Unforgettable. It is not just because he misses that woman's sucking ass, but because the woman would tell stories about her clients - though it is not so ethical and professional to talk about other clients' special hobbies, such as feet licking.... However, to know more about what other men do with the women in such brothel is always irresistibly enticing. Sydney wonders what story she would tell him after they make wild love this time.

Generally, I have failed in growing chestnut pumpkin for two times. Last spring, it was the powdery mildew that failed my growing pumpkin. While, this winter, though I cracked down the downy mildew successfully, I still lost three pumpkins after the unusual successive rain in winter. Besides, the other mistake I made was that I shouldn't have foiled the banks with heavy fallen leaves, which I collected from the campus of CMA. Since the pumpkin roots are susceptible to wetness, the unusual rain plus the cold snap stripped all their leaves eventually, and killed the plants except for two small pumpkin fruits. I picked them from their wilted stems with regret.

Life is no longer boring today

Today was a tiring day. Nevertheless, tiredness in this way still makes me feel fulfilled and happy. Boring day, on which you do not know what to do but fool around or stick with the TV, is the day that really makes you feel tired and languished. So, the best way to keep you away from being tired or bored is to find something interesting to do for the day, and do not just idle there to await something or someone interesting to alight on you. However, the problem always comes to the fact that how you would know which thing can really interest you for the day.

Today, I chose to farm and brush cut my farmland, which is around 50 minute drive from where I live. At the beginning, I was not quite sure that it would be interesting. However, since the weeds there have been as high as my knees, I have to cut them or my neighbour may complain, for it would probably invite pests, such as fruit flies, moths ... etc, to infest our fields and bite off their crops. Eventually, after working in my fields for over 4 hours, it came to my surprise that I felt so happy and fulfilled with my work. Though soaked with sweat deep to my skin, the evening breeze from the river, which is behind my farmland, did conclude a wonderful day for me, on which I felt neither tiredness nor boredom.

When we drove home, I was wondering what I should do for tomorrow. Will it be another interesting one? Hope that my dream would tell.

What I learnt from the recent flood

 

It seems the blistering summer has come to a close for the year, after the recent light typhoon which brought us a horrible amount of rain but only a little wind. In recent years, typhoons in Taiwan have no longer been like the typhoon that we know since childhood. We like them more and more, because they don't blow that much, while they always bring us the precipitation we need for the rest of the year.

However, that recent typhoon did cause quite a few small floods here in Taiwan, and it really made me worry about those crops and trees I grew in my little farm. Driving for almost an hour from where I live in the city, I, along with my wife, arrived at our farm, located in the foot of Mount North Da Wu. After soaked in the heavy rain for three consecutive days, everything there had turned pleasantly green, fresh and clean. When contrasted with the snow-white clouds around the waist of the mountain, the green scene and fresh air paid off all the efforts we made on keeping this plot of farmland in the foregone year.

I found, the sponge gourds I grew seemed quite resistent to the rain. They didn't show any signs of languishing, and, on the contrary, they grew few more female flowers and baby gourds. I then bagged those baby gourds to protect from the attack from those nuisance fruit flies -- as a matter of fact, they have already imposed a big loss to me on my gourd harvest. However, the bitter gourds I grew seemed not so lucky. They suffered quite a bunch of yellow and withered leaves. And they also lost most of their baby gourds, which either deformed or yellowed right on their tendrils. 

The recent flood in my farm cause limited damage, while still teach me a good lesson -- bitter gourd is vulnerable to heavy water, and they don't grow or fruit once there is no abundant sunshine. So, to be a farmer, you always have to learn to stand or live with a high sun.

A so-claimed master of Thai bath

"You will return for me in a week at most. Some of you would even come back in two or three days," she said in a bit of self-confidence and pride. 

Yes, I did believe what she uttered when she rubbed my ass with her pair of plump tits and pink nipples which were rare for her age. I was on my knees bending my back as I can, to enjoy her rubbing my ass and fondling my cock at the same time. She would also flip over, on her back, sticking her head under my cock and balls to give them a suck, just like a tiger cub sucking milk from its mother tiger. With my cock being already hard and up, her sucking in that position really imposed me with an utter different feeling - it was just so stimulating that I really wished to cum in her mouth or on her tongue.  

Rubbing my ass gently with her tits, she kept saying to me, "If you come to see me more, you'd find out I'm a woman that has the guts to fulfill your fantasies. I guess it's difficult to find such kind of woman in this circle. One time, I asked some guy to fuck me in some park. Though, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening, people might still pop up there. I didn't care and I thought that was really exciting and thrilling. I took off my pantie sitting on the guy's laps with my skirt covering our copulating moves. The guy worked well on that, too. I didn't even have to blow his thing before it got "weapon-hot" and ready to assault. We had lots of fun and thrill at that park. When I fucked him with my squirming and wiggling pussy for about half an hour, he cum inside me. I asked for the same fee as I usually did in this Thai bath parlor."

Wow, I was really interested by her story, and wish to give it a same try some evening in the near future.

A hard-working aboriginal that just survived from a mortorcycle accident

From the first sight, I didn't identify she is an aborigine. It was probably because of the ever dim light in the parlor. However, when we took off all those clothes facing each other in her suite, I realized she was an aborigine, who has different looks and features with a pair of firm and plump tits. Surprisingly, her skin is just distinct from ordinary aborigines who usually has dark skin. She told me with pride, "I'm different from number ten. Her skin is much darker than mine. Do you notice that? But, you can still call her next time. I don't care. However, everytime you call her, please call me next time. I would appreicate." Her words sounds not only sweet but pitiful. It really is one of the best ways to soliciting business in this circle.

However, woman like her always bewilders me. There is no doubt she's an ace at this field. Her Thai bathing skills on the water bed can hardly be excelled by all those women I have ever experienced. But, after you enjoy all her massage, either on the water bed or on the normal bed, you will sadly find her pussy tunnel is just so deep and well-covered by labia that you are difficult to explore and enjoy it as you did on other women in this parlor. The prerequisit for having fun with this aboriginal woman is -- you must have a lance-kind of cock.

Upon writing here, an opposite idea occurs to me, maybe I should go to pick her again some day next week, and try to work with her on how to have my stump-like cock reach the core of her "tunnel" as those with long "lance cock" guys do. Since she's so exprienced and skilled in this field, she must be able to work it out for me. Further, it can have a kind of exotic fun and stimulant for my sexual adventure all these years.

They always lick your asshole and rub your anus with smeared finger

Since number seven is on a long leave - will not come back on call, the pimp wearing all smile on his face earnestly recommend I try another tall and slender woman. I take his offer because I just can't deny his smile on e face and his taking care of my expensive sports bicycle.

The so-called tall and slender woman is not actually that tall. However, when she bathes me in her bathroom, she said, "I can bathe guys as high as 180 cm, when I fully extend my arms upwardly." Though she is kind of tiny, her pussy is unexpectedly not that tiny. When she seriously bathes my cock and asshole, I know, she will be doing my asshole later. 

When we back to the bedroom from the bath, she asks me, in low voice, to keel on bed. Then she gently pushes open my asshole a bit with one hand, while she rubs the inner sides of my hole with another hand, of which the index and middle finger smeared with Vaseline kind of oil. After rubbing for a while - I moan, in whisper, all the way, and the rubbing in and around my hole is just incredibly teasing and comfortable, she lies down on her back, with her head right under my cock and balls. She starts to suck my cock bending my cock a bit in order to put it all into her mouth. Her lips are plump and her mouth juicy and warm. It is the first time for my cock to be sucked in such a position. Honestly, I wish I could then fuck her mouth in that position, and cum in her mouth, maybe throat, filling up her mouth with my hot creamy sperm. 

Teeth grinding

Teeth-grinding is so harassing to me that I really want to extract that falling tooth in front, which I believe is the cause of my troubling grinding, in order to curb my teeth-grinding. But, someone told me once I extract my tooth, the tragedy would haunt me in the rest of my life, since I would, from that time on, have to extract my tooth one by one - and the hatred would never come to an end.

Surfing on the internet, I notice there are quite a bunch of people suffering from this grinding. There are also a number of advices there teaching you how to relieve or even eliminate this suffering. Most advices go to "using a tooth guard." I did buy a tooth guard from e-Bay, and it works to a high degree. However, there is still some disadvantage coming with it is -- wearing it you can't talk articulately. I used to be a good speaker, and, in a sense, I make a living by speaking articulately and eloquently. I can't just wear that guard all day long.

Hope there is a way to help me stop my teeth-grinding without compromising any of my good teeth --though it is a bit abnormal, I deeply believe there is such a way. 

Corporal Hon definitely was not murdered

Basically, I don't think the corporal Hon was murdered. But, there seems to be a multitude of people in this society are so eager to unveil that he was virtually murdered by the military, and his chain of command, including President Ma, the commander in chief of the armed forces, was all involved in this cold-blood abuse and murder.

Above expectation, which looms in many people's minds in Taiwan, is really worth our investigating, and it serves as a good research subject for the pan-politicized aura in Taiwan. There seems to be more and more people, particularly in the public service community, believe the event has already been manipulated by the pan-green again tarnishing President Ma and his administration in order to gain the edge in the next presidential campaign.

If it is true that many people in Taiwan wish to believe the military is corrupt and power-abusing and corporal Hon was murdered by his superiors due to his high academic degree as well as his outspokenness when he served his compulsory military service in 542 Combined Arms Brigade, we should take a further look at Taiwan's military and its impression that has been long formed on the general public.

Evidently, there are a large number of people in Taiwan, especially for those in middle ages, who hold discord or even grudge against the military. These people, when they served their military service in their twenties, saw the dark sides of the military such as bureaucracy, falsification, low availability and serviceability of weapons, abuse of ranks and authority, and the like. When they discharged from the draft military, most of them bear dissent against the military, even though their military service did bring them unique experiences which they would like to talk about throughout their lives, especially when chatting with women. Event like Hon's one would easily remind them of the dark sides of the military, and have them reach a quick conclusion -- the military must have fixed, abused and killed, maybe accidentally, the draftee corporal.

With the poor impression people in Taiwan have with the military, I believe Taiwan's military would not be able to operate effectively and efficiently, let alone to win the war for the nation -- because they have lost rapport and support of the public, which is critical to winning war they may face in the future.