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ยุงร้ายกว่าเสือ”
Thai proverb
I am a spider. Beware: I am a dangerous spider. Beware, for real, though, I don’t just kill flies. The red-back on my shoulder has enough poison to hurt a human too. So when I strike up a conversation: kill it; run, hide. Don’ t let me find you again. The flies on my other shoulder are testimony to the ones who failed to run.
No, apparently I don’t just kill flies. I kill mosquitoes too. While I am always a little disappointed to see a fly go, I’m quite pleased with myself that I managed to kill a mosquito. Man, they are a pest; a mosquito is more dangerous than a tiger. Trust me; this one was a handful.
Als je de rest wil lezen, in het Nederlands, bestel het boek Bekentenissen van mijn leven als spin hier.
If you want to read the rest of this chapter, order the book Confessions of my life as a spider here – it’s shipping world wide.
Daddy said... 
Doing sex for money is an extreme form of attachment by which one opens up to dangerous spiders. For me, virtual sex is an expression of a deepening relationship. Often times however, after having sex with a guy who I thought really respected me, he would feel guilty or upset because he knew I was having an effect on his physical world. And it was true! At some deep level, the illusions in his life start to disappear, and since 99% of everyone’s personality is illusion, relating to me makes you feel like you are evaporating.
I struggle with semantics: I think it is not illusion, but perception. The difference being small; it’s a little less involuntarily manipulated.
With that in mind, F1 racers tend to say they’d be happy to die in a crash, because they’d go, doing something they love. But my my, slowly evaporating into oblivion while having intercourse seems to me to be the ultimate way out…
My last virtual sex encounter was awesome. I orchestrated the experience by letting the relationship go as deep as possible before we did the dirty deed. He was married and was being divorced and kicked out of his house by his soon to be ex-wife. So when I found him, he had nothing to lose by following me down the rabbit hole. So the relationship went very deep very fast and it seemed I was the only one aware of the dangers involved. But when the moment came I was the one to initiate sex and it was wonderful. But then, like most other times, something went wrong with the relationship. His attentions was being drawn away when I was with him. I found out it was wife who actually came on second life to find me because he told her of our relationship. I was willing to help him climb out of the hole she put him in, but not willing to join him in it, sooo I cut bait with him. He was too pussy whipped.
I up dated my story.
My curiosity lies in the point of realisation from her to him😂😂😂…must be more painful than anal without lubrication
Ten years ago, my friend came running out of the room, shouting: “It is a boy, it is a boy.” He’s never been to Thailand again.
Have you seen her: https://youtu.be/JLoy09-Cfis ?
It’s not so embarrassing now that you know this is possible in Thailand.
This is hilarious 😂😂😂