Best of Asian Erotica, Volume 2

‘Please, Painin,’ I whimpered. ‘I love you. I want to build a family with you. I want to help, but it can’t be like this …’

‘Don’t say anything.’

She got to her feet and walked out, leaving the door open. My head spun, my heart danced. I sat on the corner of the bed with my head between my hands and stared across the room.

Dumped … first time in seven years.

A strange constrictive pain tore away at my ribs. Tears splashed between my toes, soaking slow into the dirty wooden floor. I kept staring out the window. That’s it … the last time I’ll ever see her. FUCK! How could she dump me?

I decided to get arseholed, pulled out my bag of aunty and fired it up on a freshly punctured can bong. Gorgeous grey smoke raced down my gullet and sat inside my lungs. When I was good and ready, I pushed it out against the closed window and watched it cloud over my pathetic reflection.

The guy behind the reception desk was happy to let me change to another room. I threw my bag inside and walked into the street.

Big Love

Chris Mooney-Singh, South Korea

And so I was left there sitting opposite June. ‘Well, this is strangest business trip I’ve been on,’ I said.

‘ I told you Gerald, you are on holiday. Don’t worry. Mr Wang will sign your paperwork before you leave.’

‘What do you know about my paperwork?’ I queried.

‘He makes. You buy. Right? Look, I don’t know, Gerald. Mr Wang has many business interests all over Asia. But I have known Mr Wang for a long time and known how he works with people. This is his style when he likes someone. He likes you.’

I must admit I had felt flattered or relieved hearing that, but still I still had my distrusting Singaporean guard up.

Instead I said, ‘Hmmm … really.’

‘Look, Gerald, relax! Enjoy yourself. Is that so hard?’ she laughed this time with a feeling of tired wisdom. ‘Look, I will tell you straight, Gerald.

Mr Wang has been good to me over the years. Yes, there is love there, but he also lets me be myself. I am haenyo, after all , under all this lard.’ She laughed more freely, then reached across and squeezed my hand, asking, ‘Gerald, tell me the truth. So do you like me a little bit? Or am I just the boss’ fat girl you have to spend some time with?’

The more I had seen of June, the more I found her smart, refreshing and quite unpretentious. Perhaps not being a typical ‘sex-goddess’ in society’s eyes had made someone like June come from a more sincere place. She had the gift of putting people at ease and was least concerned about herself. There was humility and loveliness in that. After seeing those hefty women divers, she had also taken on a new aura of big woman status in my mind also, a kind I had not allowed myself to appreciate before.

‘You have a lovely face, a lovely nature, June. And I saw how much effort you put into making Mr Wang happy. Alright, you are full-size, but only a large body could house such a big heart,’ and I squeezed her hand back.

‘Oh, you’re sweet!’ And with that, she lunged forward, grabbing me by each cheek with the flats of her strong hands and pulled me directly into the soft vastness of her bosom, kissing me wet on the lips. Then, the slippery muscle of her tongue deftly searched inside for my mine, which she located with loving ease, eager to coax, tame and relax it. I felt myself slipping under waves and being dragged by the current into the weedy depths.

But then, I pulled back, remembering who and where I was. This was all a bit too sudden. My God! I was a married man, an unhappy one, yet still married. So, I withdrew, crabwise, my heart still beating forward toward her.

‘You’re shy.’ She laughed. ‘Don’t worry. This is my nature. I am very friendly. By the way, Mr Wang and I noticed you haven’t been eating. You don’t seem to like Korean food much, so he wants me to cook for you tonight.’

‘No, no, no, no. Please don’t trouble yourself. I’m fine. Really.’

‘I can’t let you go hungry.’

‘Really, I don’t eat a lot. I work out at the gym with my wi- ’

‘Your wife? Is she skinny or big like me?’

I realized, I had opened up an area best not gone into.

‘Well, she’s slim, I guess. A bit obsessed, actually.’

She sensed my discomfort again. ‘Don’t worry, Gerald. I am not going to come chasing after you to Singapore. What happens in Jeju, stays in Jeju.

Just relax.’ Again she disarmed me with that fresh, chubby smile.

‘Look, if I don’t follow Mr Wang’s instructions and cook for you, I might lose my job. Would you want that?’

‘No. Of course not.’

‘Fine then. Glad we got that out of the way!’

‘But …’

‘Shssh … look, I have to rush now and arrange for Mr Wang and his guests. He doesn’t like it when instructions are not followed closely. I’ll be back. Just sit tight. Enjoy. Put on the limo TV, have another beer. Oh, and by the way, I’m thinking pasta. I make good pasta.’

‘Yes, but …’