| Last summer I went to Bali for 3 months to surf and party. I had dropped out of my masters program and played a lot of online poker for a while, and this seemed like a great way to blow through the bankroll I had acquired - learning to surf has always been my dream.
Bali, it turns out, is a vacation destination for colonies of Swedes every summer, who take over several hotels to the extent these hotels are dubbed "Swedeville."
I got to talking with a Swedish surfer, Adam, and the two of us agreed to go out sarging that night, after drinking a lot of happy hour 1 dollar 22 oz. Bintangs (a very decent Indo beer - the company was established by Heineken).
Sarging, for Adam, turned out to be recklessly slurring over the top come-ons to any girl that crossed his path. He had already been in Bali for three months, getting drunk daily, and I think the alcohol was really starting to effect him - the way alcoholics go from sober to drunk with no happy buzz in between. Before long, he approached a two set of Swedish girls in this fashion (hb 6 and 7), and I kind of stayed reserved, unsure of what best to do - his sloppiness kind of embarrassing me. The girl (hb6) he was talking to was totally shutting him down, though he seemed oblivious. Her friend, however, seemed to like me, and we started talking. She kept insisting that I was a "surfer" and that this was hot. I suck at surfing, having been in Bali only a few days. I realized she had decided she wanted me, so why deny her whatever added fantasy she desired? Yes. I am an amazing surfer.
Adam staggered off, leaving me behind with the two set and two other friends of hers. After making out for a while my girl agreed to take me home with her. As we were exiting, her friends came after us and caught up. Two tried to wedge us apart, while the third flagged down a cab. They literally were all yelling at her to come with her, and finally she gave into their pressure and left, with the promise of hooking up the next night. It was a brutal cock block, but in all fairness I had done nothing to befriend them or show that I was different from Adam.
The next day Adam invited me to a hotel room pre-drinking party with a dozen or so Swedes, who, I was beginning to think, are awesome to party with. That after noon I opened a two set of Swedish girls in an internet cafe, asking them about their matching tattoos, and went for a walk with the hottest one. We walked past the girl from the night before and her friends, who said in Swedish "see, he has a girlfriend!" and walked on. The girl I was with laughed and translated and I explained, "oh I think they like me, I saw them yesterday but they were being too shy to talk to me."
At the party, I mainly befriended the guys and tried to let the girls see for themselves that I am cool. There were two available girls, an hb 7.5 with short blond hair, great tits and ice blue eyes, and an hb 8 with a really beautiful face. I only talked to them very casually, but the hb 8 gave me an unexpected ioi, saying something about me and her getting married. Unsure how to react - suspicious of some kind of shit test, I just rolled off, leaving her chewing on those words.
Arrived with our group at the club, the hb 7 from the night before immediately pounced on me, clearly having regretted the end to the previous night. I made fun of her about the friend's comment that I had a girlfriend, stating the girl I was with was only a friend. She was embarrassed, not having realized the girl I was with spoke Swedish. As I was talking to her, I could feel the other two girls staring at me hard, one from the dance floor, the other from the bar. Now, I wasn't so sure I wanted the hb 7 any longer; sensing this she asked me "what is wrong?"
I had to think fast - "Nothing is wrong! I just want to hang out with my friends a bit longer (she had given me every right to use friends as an excuse)...give me one hour, ok, then I will be all yours." She smiled, "ok, sure!"
Now I had time to determine my other options, and a guarantee in case of failure.
I went straight for the hb 8 on the dance floor, asking:
"why do you keep looking at me?"
"because I want your attention."
"why do you want my attention?"
"because I think you are hot."
"Oh, well I think you are kind of hot too, do you want to kiss me?"
"I would absolutely LOVE to...but not here."
smile, "ok no worries."
We hung out had some drinks, and I asked her after a while "well, where then?" She didn't know what to say so I just started kissing her, it was an awesome kiss, the whole club suddenly becoming very peripheral. The girl from the previous night had been lurking nearby and used a moment I was alone to try to get me again. I apologized - "you had your chance and you missed it." She made a last ditch attempt / got revenge by wildly making out with one of the Swedish guys from my group and eventually fucking him that night, haha; I was happy to have accidentally winged for him this way.
Hb 8 took me home, but she was leaving the next morning to visit islands for a week. As we made out in her bed, I started working my way into position to go down on her, and she gave me LMR, saying "you are making me uncomfortable."
I totally shut off the sex vibe, and put my head on the pillow next to her, saying I didnt want to make her feel that way at all, its fine, we dont have to do anything. And I really meant it; for that moment I truly let go of any idea of having sex. She sensed this so strong, her body completely relaxed. Then, as if nothing had happened, I started moving to go down on her again and now met no resistance. After having been down on her for a while, she pulled me up, had me lay on my back, we had sex. It was so cool how really accepting that we would not have sex was all she needed to feel comfortable.
The next day I woke up in her room and she was gone, having left a note with her Indo prepaid phone #. I hung out with Adam, and as I was very tired he asked if I wanted to stay in and watch a movie with him. We had three valiums and two or three beers and zoned out watching a movie. He got a call and asked if I wanted to go shoot pool - sure. We were totally impaired from the valium - I felt physically quite drunk and was stumbling a bit, despite a relatively clear head. The inevitable suggestion to go to a club was made - but I was so out of it - I had not had much sleep the previous night. So someone pulled out a tube of pure ephedrine pills...As if just swallowing that shit was not bad enough, we snorted a few pills of it - I know, trashy as fuck - which drew frowns from the other pool players who assumed we were doing blow out in the open. Now, at least, my heart was racing and I was awake.
As soon as we got to the club, the hb 7.5 with short hair and big tits approached me, her friend was gone; it was her turn.
10 minutes in the club and we were already getting in a cab and heading to her room. She was yelling at the driver for taking a detour while I just laughed, enjoying my weird high. Then she started grabbing my dick. This is when I realized my dick was totally numb and shrunken, like it had been in ice water...FUCK!! the nasty, shitty ephedrine. I tried to explain and she seemed not too worried. In her bed I started going down on her, hoping I would get horny enough to wake my cock up, but she was impatient and demanded to suck me. My cock was still so numb and shrunken I refused to let her, it would have been so embarrassing for us both. I passed out with beating heart and chemically induced impotence, thinking I am never going to use that shit again - much less snort a bunch of it.
The next night Adam's hook up came into town with her brother, a very good professional artist and sarging enthusiast - we went out, got roaringly drunk on shots and I ran into the tattooed hb. At this point, I learned she has a serious relationship, in response to my question if she wanted to kiss me. I kissed her nonetheless, and we made out for a while. I said, "I thought you have a boyfriend," to which she answered, "well I am sure he has done worse to me." We ended up on a sofa with huge pillows on it, in a rather well lit and heavily traveled section of the club, with me kissing her exposed breasts. Yes, another classy act by me. I could tell she was kind of resigned to what was happening, rather than especially excited, and it felt lame, so I stopped and we went separate ways. The sarger I was with opened two promotion girls as they were getting into a cab, and we joined them for the ride with an older (really nice but very shy) guy we had met, and had drinks at their house and talked, but nothing happened sexually.
Bali rocks, Swedish girls are great - and despite world politics Swedes still love Americans - and ephedrine is NOT an acceptable way to energize one's self in order to sarge!
Thanks for reading, love DanO
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