I arrived in Denmark when I was 5 years old, after my mother had remarried to a Danish man. The morning after I arrived, it began to snow. It really excited me, because that was something completely new to me. There’s no such thing as snow in Thailand after all. So I grabbed a plastic bag in the kitchen and ran out on the street, only wearing undies (charming detail, I know). Then I frantically started to collect snow, which I then stuffed in the plastic bag.
But when I went inside and demanded my stepdad to send the plastic bag I had filled with snow down to my grandparents in their tiny village in rural Northeast Thailand, he just stared at me with a puzzled look.
Then I realized I had spoken to him in Isaan. I paused and then tried talking to him in Isaan again. He still didn’t understand. Then it fully hit me that he couldn’t understand me and that I couldn’t understand him either. Meanwhile, the snow had melted completely. I started to sob and ran into my room.
I’ve developed this bizarre, ritualistic habit of painting my pussy lips with lipstick before heading off to school. I wake up, shower, shave my cunt, squat down over a hand mirror, part my pussy lips and stare at the sight as if I’m in a fucking trance. Then I squeeze, pinch and slap my pussy lips a little, to make them appear more puffy and full before applying lipstick on them.
Afterwards I put on a pair of lace panties and the rest of whatever I’m going to wear that day, put my hair up in a ponytail, put on my heels and off to school I go.
I kicked off my heels, unzipped and then stepped out my dress before squatting over a mirror when I came home. I had just bought a brand new red lipstick. Cherry Lush by Tom Ford. I spread my pussy lips with one hand and started applying lipstick on my labias with my other hand. The lipstick felt so smooth against my cunt.
Afterwards when I was fingering myself in bed, I started craving more and more.. So I shoved a bar of fancy soft nougat with almond and hazelnut up my cunt. But then someone knocked on my door. While I had a bar of motherfucking nougat stuffed deep inside my freaking cunt. I freaked out. Froze. By the time the person outside my door shouted “Aphinyaaaaa, come on”, I had already gotten up.. Still with the nougat bar inside my cunt though.
Anyway, I frantically put on a skirt, pulled out the bar of nougat from my cunt and opened the door. A male friend stood outside. He was munching on a slice of pizza. I stared at him. He looked at me, rolled his eyes and then asked if I was going to move so he could enter or not. Then I remembered.. Game of Thrones ogling and pizza munching. I awkwardly stepped aside to let him in.
After we entered my room, he turned around and mentioned the delicious looking bar of nougat I was holding on to. Heh. I hadn’t even noticed it was in my hand. He asked if he could have a bite. I gulped and stuttered that I kind of wanted to save the rest of the nougat bar, for.. You know, special occasions. He argued that our Game of Thrones + pizza buddy date was pretty darn special. You know, with Khaleesi freeing slaves and all. I didn’t know what to say to that. So I handed him the nougat bar.
He took a bite. I watched him swallow the bite. Then he took another bite. He asked me why I was smiling so sardonically. I said “maybe because it’s been inside my pussy”. He stared at me with a slightly confused look. But that only lasted a few nano seconds. He quickly started laughing and said “I’m aware you’re joking, but you know- sometimes it’s so hard to tell if you’re joking or not”..
I laughed too, gave him a reassuring smile and said “yeah, right.. Of course I’m joking.. I mean, we’re friends. You know me”. He smiled back at me.
Thank you :)
I should be busy reading and writing about normative ethical theories. Instead I keep looking at pictures of fat cats on Instagram.
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Ja da :-)