Сheeky smile

Continuing the story

He bluntly walked up the steps where I was standing. I was in the aisle to run away from home if anything happened. it seemed to me that I was safer than if I had been sitting and silent in the room. I think I chose a healthy tactic than pretending that nothing had happened and being afraid and hide in the room.

He came up to me wearing shorts now, I didn't twitch, I knew that I had to stand my ground, I was standing with a face asking are you sick? why are you acting like this?

Or maybe my body just froze in fright and couldn't move, but it looked like I was a very confident person.

I think I am a confident person, but sometimes the brain does not always have time to react quickly to such actions, I mean some negative ones. for example, when someone verbally attacks me, strangers or acquaintances, I even get lost at first and don't know what to answer, because I'm not a conflicting person. my brain is not brought up to respond quickly to rudeness, it is rather trying to assess the situation, and what just happened? Therefore, usually when something strange happens, I slow down and fall into a kind of stupor, I am not a samurai, to be able to immediately get a sword (a verbal one) and start responding to the offender……But I always know how to quickly compliment a person, instantly notice something pleasant or accept a compliment, my samurai is probably sharpened for this.

By the way, a friend told me a story, I'm talking about India again) That there they ask to take a picture with you, because you are a white man, lol))

And all tourists are told, don't take pictures, you don't need it.

A friend was with a guy, they got up with two Hindus and started smiling, and one of the Hindus just put his hand on her chest and began to knead it, as if nothing had happened, as if everything was supposed to be this way. She was confused and couldn't say anything out of fright, but only when the photo shoot was over, her face changed when they returned to the sunbeds and her boyfriend asked what happened, you don't have a face, baby, and only then she was able to share what happened.....

And then by the way, these photos in India are sent to their friends with the caption, I fucked him/her, and it doesn't matter who the woman or man is, um, I don't even know what to say, I think not everyone does that) But the fact of lusting for sex with a person who has a different skin color remains. In general, I have a simple theory for everything. and this theory comes from my personal feeling that through sex and all other addictions, and violations of personal space (by the way, I don't know, it seems to me that if a person violates personal space in such things, like this Indian guy, like a Georgian man who is in the house where his mother welcomes guests, standing naked under the doors. So I think such people have no idea about understanding the personal space of another person, but I may be wrong, everyone is different, what do you think? ) This is how we compensate for our unrealized creative energy, well, or some other, and we put it into sex, I think I have written about this already and will write more than once!

He came up to me, and I was still turning in my head this cheeky smile of his, by which I realized that I didn't see his naked groin illuminated by the phone at night, and there was such a note of pleasure and slight shyness in it, you know, there are such things as perfume, it only needs a little bit, so that a variety of iridescent feelings will open up in front of you. How a little zilch can turn your head and draw a long-lasting visualization for your brain and enjoyment.....

So, this smile of his conveyed so many emotions, and my brain seemed to count it all and was scared and amazed at the audacity of what was happening! Like an animal, this body moved towards me, stepping one step at a time to be next to me, to enjoy my fright! it was a 100% game of predator and victim, and I tried my best to turn it into a game of a dumbass and a normal person. Going up to the second floor, he passed by and went to the common room, where there was a piano: it turns out the hall that connected all the other rooms! And before he left, he said with the face of a fool, I'm sorry, I asked sorry? and he was silent, I asked what it was, and he answered nothing and disappeared behind the door, leaving me alone with a feeling of something vile, frightened and incomprehensible. And what the fuck happened tonight, why did it happen at all? Where have I gone wrong? It seems that you are waiting for danger exactly in the wrong place from where you are staying, and why did he go to spend the night not in his room, to his wife, but in one of the rooms?

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