The Demoness of Chengdu

 “Liếm lồn của tôi” (Want to lick my cunt?) You covered your mouth and quickly ducked into the frozen food aisle. You made eye contact with a tall bearded guy with a tiger tattoo. You were trying to avoid him earlier, he was just you-her type. “Bạn sẽ yêu bộ ngực của tôi” (You would love my tits.) Burst from your lips even as you tried to seal them. “Huh?” He raised his chin. “Nothing. I said I hope you enjoy your chicken. I’ve had it before.” “Oh uh… sure… Whatever.” He fumbled around for something else in the aisle and paced off. Your blue eyes trained on his ass as he wandered off. Officially you had developed Tourette’s syndrome at the age of twenty four. Officially it was caused by culture shock from one month traveling in Vietnam. Unofficially? Would anyone believe your Vietnamese bitch alter ago just couldn’t shut the fuck up? Her filthy mouth was unstoppable. She even hijacked your fingers once in a while. You made 'friends' with her after a typical night of crassness a...

  Sun Doong, the largest cave on Earth. Proud owner of its own weather system, bottomless lakes and thousands of unique species. He had been excited to see it all... until he realised the expedition price that is, and ended up going to a slightly smaller cave on the other side of the country. Unnamed and forgotten of course, but the jungle was always changing. Maybe he would find something uncovered in a stream or half-buried in a crumbling wall. Yep, the real thrill was just climbing though, maneuvering the tough terrain. Catching a hold after nearly slipping into a raging river. Darting into the undergrowth as a snake hissed it’s finest. That was better than good wholesome food, your favorite football team winning, even better than sex with a hot Brazilian chick. Eh, so he imagined. Speaking of which, he had heard about the pleasures of South-East Asia. That any red-blooded man needed to visit there and play the field once in his lifetime, but it would have to wait. Maybe he coul...