Today when I woke up it seemed like a brick had slashed my head open. Indeed the alcoholic and cocaholic symptoms were ruining my ability to go on, but somehow I managed to wake up sometime in the early hours of the afternoon – a feat for a cat like me.
Sunny had insisted we go to the Great Wall of China, and she was adamant we go at 10am, at which suggestion I simply laughed at. I got a great sense of humour let me tell you that. After reminding her I missed pretty much any class that started before 1pm (which were in theory the most important ones) back in the Alps, she came to grips with the fact that I barely do afternoons, let alone mornings unless that is I am coming back from somewhere.
At 3pm sharp Sunny and her bodyguard were there waiting for me by my door. The bodyguard tried a smile at me, which I flatly ignored. You wouldn’t want a servant to get wrong ideas; a blowjob is a blowjob after all, a manifestation of desire and of my penchant for pleasing all, no matter what social strand, and that’s where it ends. On the back seat, Sunny lays down in a rather unladylike position, legs all spread and face hidden behind Tom Ford glasses that could protect the planet from UV rays. An exchange of air kisses was all we needed, a silent ‘nough said from us both.
The way was a battle with the hang over that dominated our senses and the sudden urges to vomit all the contents of my past life. Eventually we both fell asleep and I woke up a few hours later to find that which one connects the most with China – the Great Wall.
Notwithstanding the 37C that burned our souls as if the devil had finally come to pick us up, I felt a new-found curiosity and energy at seeing the Wall. I am not one to get too excited about landmarks, but this was one of those few ones that lived up to the expectations. Such was the night in which I came across the Fontana di Trevi and ended up swimming in it, and such was the night that awaited me.
Sunny and I took a cable car up to the Wall, as did the bodyguard, who was sat next to a scared 5 years old Chinese boy. Sunny was this close to falling the 30 plus meters down and into the woods, but I felt like a child waiting for a lollypop. When we got up there, all I could see was a wall that extended way beyond eyesight, and all I wanted to do was to explore it.
I pulled Sunny along, and she begrudgingly followed. My pace was increasing, and even though my heels made my feet bleed all I wanted was to see more. The views were fantastic and I could envisage the times of old. I fancied myself to be a princess of the Qing dynasty (or was it Ming) locked away in a tower and then running away, forever searching for my knight.
With so much running and going up and down stairs, I didn’t notice I had lost Sunny. Instead of going around looking for her, I simply slowed down and took the scenery in. I found a staircase that went down to a footpath and followed it for a while.
Footpaths invariably lead onto something, and led away I was. Sitting down was a handsome Chinese man, smoking a cigarette in silent contemplation. He noticed me and smiled, “What brings you here?” I smiled back, “Sorry, am I disturbing you?” He studied me with his eyes, taking in my figure. “You don’t disturb me at all. Come over here, sit with me.” I sat down and we chatted for a while. He told me this was his secret haven, and that no one had ever come this far. I obviously hadn’t realized how far I had gone in my haste for adventure, and thankfully so. I looked at the watch and realized it had been an hour since I had lost Sunny, and that she would be worried by now. Chang, as my Yellow Knight was called, offered to keep me company. In fact, he knew of a party that was going on at the Wall a few hours down the line and wanted us to keep him company. What was more, it was at a part of the Wall where there was a beach. It all seemed too interesting not to accept, so we made our way downstairs to find Sunny and see what she was up to.
I can’t say she was too pleased at seeing me reappear with a man behind me, as she unfairly felt I had gone away to find a shag – not that it would be beyond me, but that wasn’t the case then. She didn’t feel like going to the party, so I decided to stay with Chang and let her go. Another air kiss sealed the deal.
Chang took me for dinner halfway through the 5-hour journey at an amazing joint, and he was acting the gentleman all the way. After a long but thoroughly enjoyable drive, we arrived at a gorgeous beach party, with tents and service and whatnot, all perfect down to a tee. That, my friends, is how a man wins one’s heart – with cold hard cash.
After a few drinks, we were a bit tipsy. A friend of Chang’s named Jess bumped into us and there seemed to be a bit of tension. I quickly realized there was unfinished business between them, so I kept the girl with us and the drinks flowing. A few drinks down the line, I felt comfortable enough to suggest we all go up to the Wall for a late evening walk.
Lit solely by the half moon above us, Chang and Jess were my prey. I fondled him first and Jess got the hint. She came forward and we kissed, and both out hands felt his cock. And yes, next thing you know it was legs and vaginas and the one penis and the two testicles and three mouths going up and down and everywhere imaginable. I even managed to finger Chang, to his great pleasure. All while on a World Heritage Site – they can protect it from anything but Mia.
After we had all had our orgasms and were fully satisfied, I made sure the drinks kept on flowing for everyone but me. At around 5am Chang offered to go and crash at a hotel nearby and continue the party. All agreeing parties moved as best they could towards the cab, and by the time we got to the hotel bed my two companions were fast asleep.
Easy and pleasurable. With the two snoring beauties lying pathetically in bed, I moved towards his wallet and took out a fat stash of cash. That should see me through another month or two. Thank God for stupid rich men and their egos. If it wasn’t for them, there would be no me.
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