Stasy Hsieh
1 min readApr 24, 2024

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One night stand

So my first time kissing is with a Dutch guy.

He was travelling solo in Taiwan, and suddenly asked if anyone is around in Tainan.

I said I’d be available in 40 minutes. So we met, and talked. And it went so naturally, literally went with the flow.

At some point my tour guide was over, he decided that he wanted to continue talking to me.

So we talked, and went to a park, and he suddenly asked, “why did you never have a boyfriend?”

The ambience became intense.

And I started kissing him, his tongue was voracious to mine. And touched me everywhere, with a heavy breathe.

I was too tired to have sex. So I let him kissed over me, my butt, neck, face, and waist.

I wasn’t wearing underwear, so he was trying to find the underwear but in vain.

“Is that impolite not wearing underwear?”

“No, but it’s tempting and sexy. I just didn’t expect it. Because I didn’t touch feeling your underwear.”

That was it. I remember his beautiful brain and smile, and gentilman behaviour but in the end always asked about sex.

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Stasy Hsieh

Bare honest witness to the world as I have experienced with it.