Hugging him to my chest, gently rubbing on his neck, I listened intently to his whispers into my ear. At a moment like this, I felt more special and meaningful than I normally do about myself. It just felt like... I was actually making a difference in someone else's life. It was late into the night. I just parted with the one guy who made me squirt and, fucked me afterwards (duh). My original plan was demolished when the guy who initially wanted to put his member in my ass disappeared and stopped responding to my texts. My stomach was starting to cramp up due to long hours of not eating anything. The rain was pouring down in buckets. I felt exhausted and miserable. Sitting on the stairs at the MRT station, with the occasional weird glances from late night strangers coming and going to clubs or their secret affairs, I wanted more than anything a nice, long shower and snuggling in bed afterwards. As usual it took the Japanese guy aeons to show u...