Scandiguy

HK has always been fun for me. I never thought I'd actually end up working here, even if it didn't last very long. I'm gonna try to sum up bits of my time in HK. I'll try and do that over the next few posts, only cos it helps me reflect . So here we go. Starting with scandiguy.

I've been fucking around (literally) for a fairly long time now and uh...i've been considerably very lucky. I know and acknowledge that and although I do take steps to be careful, this is also a stark reminder that...things can go south fairly easily. I have been mulling over this for a long time now and figured I should post this. I mean, it's a blog...why the fuck not.

I met Scandiguy about two plus years ago at a work thing and we hooked up (do people still use that term? Gawd i feel outdated... ). It kicked off a bit more seriously after I switched jobs and was based out of HK for most of this past year. It was very clear between us from the start. We just met up to fuck. We ticked most of the boxes for each other. He was:- Good looking- Married- Discreet- Had a very straight dick. 

Ok, the last point i only found out much later, and had nothing to do with the initial attraction, but....ah well. I guess also, in me, he found someone who was willing to fuck him as hard as he liked to fuck. Which brings me to the point, he liked to fuck hard. As in, he played rough. Like real rough.

It was fun in the beginning. The sneaking around. He'd send me the name of the hotel and room number and I'd collect the keycard from the concierge and make my way up. Then after awhile, it was him showing up at my studio apartment (before i rented a place of my own) on a Sunday morning before the sun was even up, with his bicycle, like he was going cycling. LOL. Then we kinda escalated it by going to his place when his family wasn't around. That was...admittedly kinda my doing. I kept egging him to do it cos I found that fucking him in his house, on his bed, was a huge turn on for me. Heh...hey, don't judge now. We all got our thing and i guess that was/is mine

The sex was always very physical, from the start. Guess it started with hair pulling and forcefully moving me around. Then the ass slaps, then the face slaps, then the bruising . Ok, to be fair, it was enjoyable at the time. ALso, the harder the pulled, the more forceful he got, the louder i moaned so....not entirely his fault. He bit and sucked my nipples so hard once a part of my breast was dark blue for a week. In return, that was also where i really let loose. I don't think I'd squeeze anyone else's balls as hard as I squeezed his. I almost went full force when I slapped and choked him.

Anyways. We stopped from a while when his wife got suspicious (rightly so). We picked it up again when she took the kids and went back to Norway during one of the long weekends. I was pretty much done by then but he initiated a meet up and it kinda fell back into place. We would meet up once a week or once every two weeks and gave each other really bad bruises, especially towards the end. I guess this also ran it's course.

Our last meet up was at his place. We had managed to get by without asking each other questions that delved too deeply into each others lives, so when he suggested I go over, I didn't question where his family was. I remember I had met up with some friends after work for a few drinks. It was a popular bar and I made it a point to flirt with a few guys just to get myself in the mood. I hailed a cab to his place after.

When i got there, he answered the door in the dark and when I got inside, i realised he was already nude. I grabbed him by his dick and dragged him towards his bedroom. When we got there, he grabbed me by the hair and tossed me on the bed. It took me by surprise so i let out a scream. He ripped my clothes off (literally. He fucking tore my skirt ). I still had my bra on when he penetrated me. I tried to push him off and moaned loudly as he was slamming into me forcefully cos I really wanted to take my bra off  He took it that I was struggling, and cupped my mouth with his hand. That part was enjoyable. 

He then stopped suddenly, grabbed my legs and flipped me over. But instead of flipping over my side, he kinda threw my legs over my head and I rolled over backwards and off the bed. LOL. He ran over, picked me back up and tossed me back down, face down on the bed. Before i could move, he was back inside me, but this time, he was laying on top of me. I felt him thrusting into me, and cos he was flat on top of me, I couldn't breathe. I screamed out to him to stop but my face was pressed into the bed and he didn't hear. I panicked and started flailing my arms. 

He took that as a "struggle", so he grabbed my arms, twisted them behind me and used that to pin me down, all the while, still slamming into me from behind. At least at that time, he wasn't leaning on top of me so i could turn my head and breathe. I still couldn't talk cos I was catching my breath. WHen I had caught my breath, I yelled at him to stop. He didn't listen. I then screamed louder, "my arms!". That time, he stopped and let my arms go. I got angry, and kicked at him and got away from him. I then reached out and grabbed the first thing i caught in my hand and flung it at him, and kept screaming "I fucking told you to stop!"

Turns out i flung a photo frame at him and it smacked him in his face, and it shattered. He had a small cut on his forehead and apparently, it drew blood and he bled all over his bed. I didn't see any of it cos I was busy grabbing my clothes and dressing as best as i could. It was then that i realised I had a huge rip on my skirt and it couldn't button or zip it up, which meant I had to use one hand to hold my skirt up. I couldn't find my underwear so left without. 
To his credit, he was swearing but he was immediately apologetic. He kept telling me he wasn't aware. WHich, in hindsight, was really understandable. But at the time, I stormed out of his house, swearing, hair ruffled, blouse mostly unbuttoned, with my shoes and bag in one hand, and my other hand holding my skirt up. . I caught a cab, who's driver turned back, gave me a look, and turned back to face front, and drove without saying a word. LOL

Scandiguy kept calling to apologize and we have spoken about this already so we're kinda good. But i also told him that that was it. He should lose my number and I will lose his. I actually have bumped into him once after at a cafe. He was with his wife so I guess he ironed things out with her? I wish him well but really don't care.

So....yeah. That was that. Thanks for reading