I HADN’T LONG LOGGED in to my computer and opened up Skype, when there was a sudden “ping” sound and a message popped up on the screen advising me that I had a couple of new requests to be contacts, friends or, maybe, even lovers. Skimming through the first four or five messages from the usual sort of dating sites or from those offering free massages, free sex, Viagra or Cialis pills or some new potion to make my cock thicker and longer, whatever…, I espied a message from Thailand.
Strange, don’t normally get “junk mail” contact requests from Thailand on Skype, I thought. Usually they’re from the States or Canada, or some eastern European country or the like—desperate people sending desperate messages, persistent spammers with no consideration for others; odd-bods or weirdo’s! People assuming that, just because I’m listed on Skype as a T-person, I’m available for NSA (no strings attached) sexual encounters, or prepared to meet up with them and let them examine my body in detail, tie me up … or whatever!
Curiosity got the better of me, however, and I clicked on the displayed moniker “Cheekygirl69” to reveal an avatar of a tranquil Thai scene; a golden wat (temple) set against a backdrop of mountains, monks scurrying around in the foreground, a buffalo in the fields tucked away in the corner — and a message from someone I knew intimately well immediately popped up to greet me.
Chris, finally, at long last I’ve got Skype. We can talk more often, maybe even every day. Won’t that be great?” beamed the message.
“Tut, I should have known,” I murmured to myself. “Who else could it be?”
With a smile and shake of my head, I pressed the button to accept the contact invitation and sent my response accepting contact back. Wonder what she’s up to now? I mused as I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms behind my neck. It’s been a month or so since I’ve heard from her.
Less than ten minutes later a call came in: “Cheeky girl 69 calling” flashed up on my screen: the flashing green and red buttons waiting for “accept” or “reject”.
“Khun Chris, sawadee krub, how are you?”
“I’m fine Porn, thanks. Nice to hear from you. What have you been up to?”
“Oh…, this and that. You know me.”
Yes, I know you, I know you very well, I thought. Or think I do. Well at least I know when you want to ask me something. I can tell by the tone of your voice.
“Chris, do you think it’s time to do another book?” Porn began without further ado, her image suddenly appearing on screen as my webcam kicked in. “I’ve been thinking about it over the last few weeks. I’ve got so many new stories I think I should start writing my, I mean our, new book straightaway. What do you think?”
“And will I be doing the writing again, Porn?” I inquired, already knowing the answer. Wow, Porn, you look radiant, really quite special I thought, peering harder at the screen and feeling my cock stir. Something you’re doing must be doing you good. New man in your life, perhaps? Or maybe even a new girl?
“Of course. You know my written English isn’t that great.”
“Well,” I hesitated, thinking about all of the other things I was currently working on.
“Okay, that’s agreed then,” interrupted Porn. ”When shall we begin? Now that we’ve both got Skype we can talk through the preliminary work and outline of the stories anytime. Won’t that be great?”
“Like tonight, for example,” I said, my tongue firmly in my cheek.
“Sure if you want,” responded Porn, failing to spot my light sarcasm. “Now where shall we begin?”
“Well, you’re the one with most of the stories, it’s up to you,” I responded, reaching for my mini recorder and clicking the “stand-by” button, yet thinking, Maybe we’ll do one tonight and then she’ll get bored. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Well, let me think. You know, sometimes I forget who you met when you were in Bangkok,” said Porn, frowning slightly. “Mmm, do you remember Sophie and Veronica?” Seeing me shake my head, Porn continued, “Well, never mind. It’s a great story, really quite unusual.”