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The Girlfriend Experience by Cosmo.
After a year of visiting AC monthly, I'm finally gonna get to barfine a few hotties (I hope) when I arrive next week. Yup, it's been a year since my last barfine, and the following story explains why:
Part 1: The Meeting
I've always been into the girl friend experience. If I just wanted a lay with a hot chick with whom I couldn't speak, there are thousands at cheaper-than-AC prices in China where I'm currently based. So I came to AC hoping that lower cultural/language barriers would result in more GFE. I was not disappointed. I met a girl to whom I took an immediate liking. Her name was Jane, and she was beautiful and cute at the same time, nice body, great attitude and personality. I consider a lot of the girls in AC unattractive as to be non-barfinable, yet this one really pushed my buttons. The only problem was, she had a boyfriend. This guy actually lived in Europe, but managed to spend 4 out of every 5 weeks in AC, living in Jane's apartment. He helped with her living expenses, but he nevertheless encouraged her to continue her work at the bar. I later learned that she truly disliked working at the bars and resented his encouragement.
When I first met Jane, I knew none of this. She denied that she had a bf and seemed to genuinely like me. (And when it comes to assessing such things, you'll hardly find someone more suspicious and cynical than me). I barfined Jane for a few days. On the third day, I wound up in the hospital with a bad case of pneumonia. She spent most of the time with me, taking time off from the bar to stay with me in the hospital. She once brought two friends from her bar with whom I also got along, and the three of them spent hours with me in my bed. Some flirting, mutual groping, and our own little pizza party in bed made this the best hospital experience of my life. A young male nurse even mentioned how jealous he was, hehe.
Around this time, her bf started getting suspicious of the amount of time she spent with me. He insisted that she stop seeing me. I did not know this at the time, and I was getting quite frustrated with her promises to see me, promises which were frequently broken. She skipped work, disappeared completely sometimes, would only answer my calls occasionally, etc. I was really falling for her, and this was driving me crazy. Earlier, we had discussed a trip to Boracay, and she had agreed to come with me. One morning, she came to my hotel room and told me she couldn't come with me after all. She was in tears, telling me about her fight with her bf and saying how he refused to allow her to go. She was angry at him for encouraging her to work at the bar and then not being able to deal with the consequences. After awhile, she changed her mind and decided to come with me after all. She told her bf that she was going, and he threatened to move back to Europe and never see her again if she left. She left anyway. This is the point at which I officially considered us as a "couple".
Part 2: The Relationship
For the next year, I visited Jane monthly for about a week each time. She quit working at the bar and lived with her family (yes I know this for certain). I told her she could work at the bar but would prefer if she didn't. To be honest, I was fine with her working .. less of a financial guilt trip for me if she made her own money. I usually left her with 5-10k php each time I visited, but that's not enough for her to support herself and help with the family. So when she told me she had a platonic friend over the internet, some guy from the US, I was fine with that. Even though he had never slept with her, he started sending her 20k per month. This allowed her to get a decent apartment which suited me just fine since that's where I stayed during all my visits. He eventually did visit her, but before she would see him, she would always clear it with me first. I told her I was fine with it. Even when she got drunk and slept with him once, I didn't make a fuss. I'm not the jealous type as long as I know I come first. As far as I was concerned, she was milking this guy for cash to both of our benefit. She gets to stop working and stay in a decent apartment, and I don't have to worry about paying for all the time I spend with her. She never asked for money and always turned it down when I offered, tho I usually found a way to leave her with that 5-10k each time. Considering that she often cooked for me and kept me out of the hotels, I figured 5-10k was getting off cheap.
So how was the relationship? One of the best I ever had. As with most Filipinas, she knew how to take care of her man. In addition to the massages, housework, etc. the sex was amazing. In hindsight, I think she may have been a nympho. Often, I would wake up in the middle of the night or in the morning and find her hand tightly wrapped around my little bro. When I mention her curious habit, she always denied it strenuously, lol. She had never performed a BJ before, but after much coaxing, she finally acquiesced. She wasn't that good at first, but quickly became a pro with some guidance. She became eager to go down on me. We'd be watching tv or surfing the net or doing other innocuous things when she would decide to give me a random BJ. This happened about 3 times a day. The actual sex was great too. I wouldn't always come, but she'd have such a good time with multiple O's that I'd be too worn out and happy for her to care. Besides, on these occasions, she'd still finish me off with an HJ. We'd usually start cowgirl and after a few O's for her, we switch to doggy for the finish, and she was loud enough for me to worry about disturbing the neighbors, lol.
So for about a year, I had a young, beautiful gf who took good care of me both in and out of bed. She was totally honest with me, had a wonderful, sweet, and playful personality, and didn't care about money (from me anyway). So what went wrong?
Part 3: The Break-up
I never had any intention to marry Jane. I'm very happy with my life in China (and in the States) and made it clear to her that we had no long-term future together unless she would leave the PR, something she said she could never do. Despite this, she said that she was happy with whatever time we had left together. Around the one year mark, for no reason I could explain, boredom began to creep in. Bar-hopping with her became less enjoyable and more like torture (seeing all the girls that I would not be able to barfine).
But what really put the finishing touches on the relationship was her friend, Amy. Amy often stayed with Jane and happened to be there during my last visit. First of all, let me describe her. She has the slim tight body of an underage girl (but with better tits) and a face to match. Though she is legal, hotels and bars always give her trouble because of her young looks. She has light color skin and the most amazing, tight ass I have ever seen (in person or in porn). So with a friend like this, you would think Jane would want to keep her away from her bf. I appreciated her looks, but had not made any overtures. The three of us would share Jane's bed whenever I was over and Amy would always sleep in lingerie. I was happy enough sleeping with a half-naked girl in each arm, but then Jane would always want to push things further. She'd take Amy's bra off, try to get her to grab my cock, etc. This was all in good, playful fun, but it changed my attitude towards Amy from one of appreciation to one of lust. This might have very well happened without Jane pushing us together, but this lust didn't emerge until afterwards.
Nothing had happened between me and Amy, but Jane started acting very jealous. Sometimes, she'd playfully throw us together, and at others times, she'd throw a tantrum for no reason. Her suspicions and jealousy began to turn me off, and I looked increasingly towards Amy for reprieve. Jane's tantrums were becoming frequent, and they were making me angry. Here I was refraining from pursuing a tryst with Amy, yet Jane was acting as if I was already guilty. Jane was beginning to look unattractive to me. Her skin seemed darker, she seemed to gain a little weight, certain facial expressions were beginning to bother me, she began to look old despite being only 21. The hypocrisy (that she could sleep with her internet buddy while pissing and moaning about me and Amy) really began to annoy me.
Things were falling apart quickly with Jane. We would make up over the phone one day, and the next, she would make baseless accusations again. I became fed up after a few weeks of this, and I called it quits. Eventually, I did get to sleep with Amy - I figured, I might as well do what I was being (indirectly) accused of. And it certainly lived up to my fantasy. She was incredibly tight and firm and wet enough to make it the most amazing sex I ever had. Even after this, though, Amy would encourage me to go back to Jane, telling me about all the nights she'd cry herself to sleep. And just when I feel like giving it another shot, Jane sends me a nasty message which makes no sense. Then she would threaten to kill both me and Amy if she ever caught us together. At this point, I think it's safe to say that things are over for good.
Part 4: Looking Forward
I feel badly about how things ended up. I know Jane's with her internet buddy full-time now, but I still feel sorry for the pain she went through. But I think it's time to move on. I'm visiting AC again next week, and for the first time in over a year, I'll be staying at a hotel and looking to barfine some girls. I'm not sure what I'm looking for now. I still like the girlfriend experience, but my last experience taught me that too much GFE can be a bad thing. I'll be looking to sample a variety of dishes, but I'd still like each course to last a little longer than one night.
I did learn a few things that perhaps contradict some conventional wisdom. When a girl says she loves you, it can definitely be true. They are not all out to get the most pesos that they can get their hands on. Sometimes, when they say they stopped working at a bar, they might very well be telling the truth. Perhaps Jane was a rare find, perhaps not. In any case, I'm back on the prowl, so to speak, and looking forward (with a little trepidation) to hitting the bars as a free man.
As far as my story is concerned, I'm not looking for advice, judgment, agreement, or criticism. I'm just relating my experience thus far in the hopes that some poor bored monger at work or home might find a few minutes of distraction and perhaps entertainment in my story.
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