Sam collected his luggage and stepped from the icy cool blast of the airport into the stifling midday Bangkok heat.
Being from Minnesota, he’d been through hot summers but had never experienced heat quite as sticky and swampy as Bangkok’s. But he loved it! The whole place was like a sauna. Sweat pooled between his shoulder blades, and as the warm air tingled him all over, he felt his creaky old joints relax and uncoil, and the beads of sweat on his forehead felt detoxifying.
Sam felt young. Like a new man. Like a million bucks!
Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer Sam rocked to Mötley Crüe’s “Kickstart My Heart” and Ozzy’s “Crazy Train” in his earbuds as he rode in a pink taxi to The Landmark Bangkok, his posh, five-star hotel in downtown Bangkok.
Goddamn the chicks in Bangkok were smoking hot! he marveled, upon arrival, getting whiplash from gawking around so much at the numerous smoking hot babes all around the hotel’s elegant lobby…
Shortly after checking in, he showered, changed into summer clothes and sprayed on cologne, popped Ritalin to do away with the jet lag and he readied up for a spree. A fuck spree. A pussy spree. A mass shooting rampage of dick. His cock a loaded weapon…
Sam burst out of the hotel like a lion from its cage and hit the city like a fucking tornado. A tornado of perversion, an F-5 full of pent up sexual rage.
For his first hooker fuck he went to the dirty massage place next door to his hotel, paid 3 sexy young bitches to bend over and banged them one at a time, for a couple minutes each, finally dropping his load in the third, the one with the roundest ass.
Blasting L.A. Guns’ “Sex Action” in his earbuds, as he tapped that sweet Asian hooker ass, he cried out, “I LOVE BANGKOK! I LOVE THAILAND! LOOOOOOONG
LIVE THE KING!! LONG LIVE THE KING!” and he kept yelling “I love Bangkok!” as he madly porked the caramel skinned dollfaces…