Just a quick word before we start. All of these stories are true, but I’m trying to gauge what of mine you folks enjoy reading, and where. I’m posting a few stories right now, in a few different subs. If you like them and leave comment feedback, I’ll have more insight into where and what to post. I don’t care about karma at all, just trying to get a bit of feedback.

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This is going to be the start of a new, we’ll call it “prequel series” that covers my time living in Asia before meeting Lyra and some of my Hostel Stories. A lot of the people involved in the stories from Asia have read the stories that I’ve been posting and wanted to know when I would get around to writing about all of this, so here we go. There’s going to be a bit more introduction to this one, just to set everything up.

Right after I graduated with my master’s degree, I broke up with my long-term partner and had nowhere to go. The plans that I had for my life were shattered with no hope of repair, and there was nowhere that I could call ‘home’. I ran off to Iceland to be alone for a while and basically just feel my heartbreak, then stayed in my university town for another several months. I picked up a bar job, did exceptionally well, and made a little community, but really had no sense of direction. What better time to go off to the other side of the planet?

As you can tell by my previous stories (and my username), I’ve always been very adventurous and I love moving around. I’d always wanted to live in, and backpack through, Asia. With no ties and no prospects, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Luckily, I’m uniquely qualified for a job that’s in high demand over there, so I was quickly able to put that plan into motion.

Fast forward a few months, and I’m in an induction training with 200 other young people, most of them recent graduates in their mid to late 20’s. Being pretty outgoing, I made a lot of friends over those two weeks, some of whom will feature in upcoming stories. We were basically confined to this training center for the entirety of the two weeks. I managed to sneak out for pre-dawn runs each morning, but that was the very extreme limit of what the administration would allow. That meant that all 200 of us had a lot of time to get to know each other. To be honest, I wasn’t in a very flirtatious mood at this point, more excited to be in a new country with a whole host of new people. It felt very much like a fresh start, and one that I was already doing very well in.

You’re not here for all of that though, so let’s fast forward again. After this training retreat, we all got assigned to our various cities. After the first week of getting settled into our various offices (we each worked independently at different locations in the same metropolitan area), there was a meet and greet planned for the first weekend. The established expats put on a mixer for the new recruits in the form of a bar crawl. I don’t drink very much, but I was excited to meet more people, and I figured if ever there was a night to indulge, this was it. 

The first bar was useful for weeding out oddballs. The first bar was a rooftop joint, with lots of picnic tables and high tops. I said hi to a few people I knew, met a few new people, and generally chatted. This is where I really started talking with Liz. We’d spoken at the training but were generally sorted into different groups. Liz was tall, with dark hair usually in a ponytail, and round glasses. She wore t-shirts and flannel shirts, very much a stereotype for her Canadian background. She was the oldest sibling like me, very much a tomboy with loads of sarcasm.

We chatted a bit with a larger group before it was time to move on. Those that clearly didn’t fit or were looking predatory were quickly ditched, as the majority of us moved to the next bar. This one had games, which allowed us to pair off or mingle in smaller groups. Enter Willow and Seb, who joined Liz and I in what would become our core friend group for several months. Willow was rail-thin and mixed-race with a mane of thick black hair. She’s a little firecracker, full of energy, and always ready to party. Truly the most accurate description of Willow is that she never looks before she leaps, and that has led to many interesting stories. Seb was the organizer of the mixer, and a really nice guy (he and Liz would later become an item, but that’s not this story). 

After several rounds of darts and some very poor Latin dancing (it was a tequila bar, idk man), we headed to the last bar on the trail. By now, everyone was well-lit, and the forty-odd starter group had whittled down to 25 or so of truly the best people. The third bar was one I’d heard of before even coming to Asia, a legendary expat bar landing somewhere on the spectrum between gay bar, Instagram fodder, club, and dive. It had vibes to spare, and, enriched as we were on cheap liquor, everyone was having a very good time. 

Liz, Willow, Seb, and I made up a high-top table that quickly led the charge to dance to Brittany Spears, Whitney Houston, and ‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’. I wouldn’t say we were the life of the party, but we were certainly enjoying it the most. At one point, Willow and I were in line to get another round, and I suddenly said, “hey, I’d really like to kiss you now.” She smiled and said, “Hey, I’d really like to kiss you now!” And so we did, making out until the bartender tapped my shoulder to get my order.

We made our way back to the table and danced for a bit longer. This came to an unfortunate halt when my alarm went off for me to be able to make the last bus home. I quickly started saying my goodbyes when Liz interrupted and said I could just split a taxi and crash with her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was her overreliance on sarcasm, but I felt like it was more than an offer to crash on the couch. 

We continued partying for another hour or so, when I leaned over to Liz and whispered, “So should I try to kiss you tonight, or…?” She smiled a sly smile and shrugged in a way that said, ‘your move, cowboy’.

It was a very short walk back to Liz’s place, and to be honest, I don’t remember much of it. We crossed through a park, and I led her back into a dense part of the woods, then pushed her against a tree and kissed her hard. Her hands were in my hair, and mine were quickly under her shirt. She moaned into my mouth like she needed this (being that we’d now been isolated for three weeks, I definitely did). My other hand slipped into her jeans and found her soaking wet. 

I was surprised by how loud she was when I started circling her clit. Feeling her wetness slip around, and how swollen she was, I moaned nearly as loud. I had to kiss her to keep us both quiet while I slipped two fingers inside of her. I was in no mood to take it slow, and started slamming my fingers into her g-spot, grinding the palm of my hand against her clit. She clung to me, nails tearing at my shirt. I needed to be inside of her, but I was also enjoying the hedonism too much. The city’s tower was glowing high above us, lighting us up in shifting blues and pinks and yellows, cast through the trees. Despite being nearly 2 am, the thought that late-night revelers could pass us on the trail or in the park at the bottom of the hill was such a turn-on. And here I was with this beautiful tomboy literally gushing into my hands…

By the time we stumbled up the stairs to her place, we were already stripping off layers. Her flannel was on the floor, and I pushed her back against her kitchen table to rip off her t-shirt. Mine followed. It’s a bit of a blur until I’m on my knees in front of her, one hand reaching up to press her back against the wall, the other two fingers deep in her cunt while I sucked on her clit. She was gripping my scalp with both hands, grinding down on my tongue. 

The next thing I remember is stumbling the two steps in her tiny Asian apartment to the bed, her falling back onto it, and me standing over her, leaning down over her body to kiss her neck. Her nails scratched down my back and up into my hair. My cock was brushing over her soaking wet lips, and she didn’t hesitate. 

“Fuck me!” She cried, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her. 

The tension that had been building all night boiled over. I sank my cock deep into her soaked cunt with absolute abandon, our drunkenness only making us more wild and ecstatic. 

My thumb found Liz’s clit and stroked it while I fucked her deep. I could tell after a few moments that she was teetering on the edge, but just couldn’t get over. I thought maybe it was be used it was our first time, or the alcohol, or she was having second thoughts…

“What do you need?” I whispered, smiling and kissing her.

She hid her face with a drunken giggle. She was clearly aware, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her feel self-conscious. 

“Heyyy hey hey,” I pulled her hands away, kissing her over and over. “Do you want to stop? It’s totally okay.”

Liz shook her head, mischief winning out over embarrassment. 

“No, it feels really, really good, but… what really feels good is… anal.”

I’ve definitely had my share of anal, and I’m always happy to, but this was only he second time a partner preferred it. But who am I to turn down a beautiful woman who wants my cock in her ass?

I grinned extra wide and bit my lip. “Do you want that now?”

Liz nodded. 

“Do you want my cock in your ass?” I whispered, kissing her softly,

Liz whimpered and nodded into the kiss.

“Tell me.”

The embarrassment was gone now, leaving just an intense need.

“I want you to fuck my ass…” Liz whispered, her lips brushing mine. 

I kissed her forehead, breaking the tension, and then bounded off the bed. “Where is your lube?” I shout-asked, as if asking a queen where her champion was. Definitely too loud for nearly 3 am.

Liz sat up and pulled my cock to her mouth, licking her juice from my shaft. “I don’t have any,” (lick) “if you get me wet enough, I don’t need it.” (Lick) “Just put it in and my ass does the rest.”

And so, five minutes later, I was laying down while Liz lowered her ass over my shaft. It felt truly incredible, her tight ring gripped me on the way down, but true to her word, her ass was extremely slick. 

It clearly worked for her too, because not even a full minute after bouncing her ass on my cock, Liz came with body-wracking spasms. She crumbled into my arms, still whimpering and rocking her ass back onto my cock gently. 

I flipped us over after a minute, then tried to keep fucking her ass, but she couldn’t stop giggling. Her ass was way too sensitive—not painful, but overly pleasurable to the point she couldn’t stop giggling. 

It was now past 4 am. The sun would be rising, and even though I hadn’t cum, I’d had an amazing night and a great time with Liz. 

We passed out almost immediately. 

...In the morning, we had a pre-planned hike with about two dozen people from our cohort, organized by Willow. I’d volunteered to go early and scout out the route with her, so I left Liz curled up, and tangled in the sheets after fucking her ass into another blinding orgasm. By the time I got out of the shower after that, she was already back asleep.