If you’ve been sarging for a while, you sometimes think “what’s there to do more than this?” and then you go out like I did last night and meet a Scottish HB8 (4 points for her body and the rest for her face), check out her tattoos on her wrist, ankle and lower back then end up back at her place (forget what they say about going back to her place –would you care whose place if she was dripping for you? Didn’t think so?).

Memory's a little dodgy but this is what I remember.

She was sitting alone at the bar and having some bright-colored cocktail, I didn’t ask WTF it was. What happened was simple, really. I went out to a bar in Kuala Lumpur, met a Scottish HB8 and wasted no time in opening her about the tattoo on her wrist.

ME: What’s the story behind this? (Me holding her wrist and looking at her)
HER: Nothing, it’s just pretty
ME: Where’s the naughty one? (Rubbing her back, looking for the tattoo)
HER: Got one on my ankle too and another on my thigh (She lifts her leg and shows me, I get a flash of her blue panties)

We basically shoot the shit and Irun mad kino on her hair, lower back and neck (which gives me one hell of a laugh considering I was fingering a Chinese HB the earlier night in her car – posting that FR soon!). I then decide to throw all bollocks to the wind and decide I want to kiss her so I ask her if she’s played the 1-2-3 game and she says no.

I tell her to give me a hug and she’s standing by now and gives me one, walks up to me and gives me one then I ask her again.

ME: Have you played the 1-2-3 game?

She says no, so I kiss her on her left cheek then say “One” then her right cheek, say “Two” then kiss her on her lips and we lock for about 10 seconds, her tongue plays in my mouth for a bit, sucks on my tongue and I push her away,
ME: You need to control yourself, I’m not ripe yet.

She laughs, asks me what I for a living and I tell her I’m a gardener and she laughs some more. I stick to my story and she keeps pressing and I tell her I’m currently unemployed coz I’m thinking about whether to sign my new contract so everything about me is completely random.

HER: How random?
ME: Well, I could easily go watch TV right now and come back later

She laughs again and that’s when I pull the Apocalypse Opener on her. By now, it’s not an opener anymore but who’s counting? You can bite me if these rules are set in stone so I go:

ME: What you up to later?
HER: Not much, just go home and sleep I guess
ME: You want to come back to my place?

She looks at me expecting me to flinch or look away but I hold her gaze and as her eyes do the clockwise gaze at mine, I see the shock wear off her face and she nods without saying a word.

I go in for a kiss and she stops me,

HER: My lips are dry
ME: Which ones?
HER: Fuck! (She looks at me like I just didn’t say that!)

When we got to her place in an area called Damansara in KL about an hour later, it was past 1:30am and we finished with each other at 3:40pm, sweaty pile on her spare bed. In between, we kissed playfully. I joked about the tattoo on her thigh and told her, “you should get your thigh an agent”. Had two rubbers in my pockets so that was sorted. I know this is too much information but I’ve never been with a tighter random HB and interracial sex is such wicked fun!

I didn’t put in too much effort into this sarge, it was one of those nights when things just fall into place. You swing yourself to a place, dominate an HB and run game until you know its good enough to pull the trigger and here, I’m not talking a pistol but AK47 trigger.

Having seen what effect it had on the HB8, I have no doubt that sexual anticipation is the greatest gift you can give a fully-clothed woman.