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Bali is a place where men are men and women are women. It is a place where women are respected and have their own agency. This is the first thing I think of when I hear the word BALI. I don’t know why it reminds me of home so much.Maybe it’s the sound of the ocean. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a sucker for anything that has to do with the sea. Maybe There is something about the smell of the sea that makes me want to cum. Even thinking about it makes me want to cum. My body remembers how it felt the first time I did it. It was exhilarating.I was a virgin when I did it. It was the first time I had ever felt anything. I was a fish out of water. I was “Oyster card please.”

A man in his mid-thirties hands me an oyster card. I hand him my passport and take the seat next to him. He is well groomed and speaks good English.His name is Boris and he is from one of the wealthier families in Bali. His family owns a number of hotels and resorts. He is here to meet a girl for marriage. “Marriage is not my style,” he says to me. “I prefer women who are free and independent.” I smile because I know what he means. “How do you feel about marriage?Do you want to get married?” I ask him.

“Not right now. I’m still trying to find the one.” I reply. ” One’ is a bit of code for ‘white girl’ in this part of the world. It’s a way of saying ‘not this one’ without actually saying it. One’ is a bit of code for ‘white girl’ in this part of the world. It’s a way of saying ‘not this one’ without actually saying it.
I know what he is referring to. I’ve been that girl before. I’ve been the one that men have looked at and coveted. I’ve been the center of their attention and the object of their desire. But I have never, ever gone after them. Why? Because I am different. I like being different. I like standing out from the crowd.

NSFW: yes

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