A dear friend rang me the other day to ask how I was, but also to mention that he noted I was writing more recently. I think he had an idea that I was stuck indoors tapping away on a keyboard. Well, he can be reassured that this is not the case. As a result of modern technology I can do both at the same time. I can get tanned and tap away on my keyboard all at the same time. And it is wonderful to do so!
Writing and sunbathing has many pluses. I can listen to people and they give me my ideas.
Today for example the man who brings me a drink, Mustapha, reported that Ramadan was over and Eid was underway. Eid he explained was party time and a bit like Christmas. Mustapha appears to like chatting to me as I don't wear any clothes.
He does not ogle but I can see he is very happy to be close. I like Mustapha as do many others on the beach.He smiles, he is welcoming and he provides an excellent service.
As I chat away to Mustapha I notice Angelo loping along giraffe like. Angelo has a disability, probably caused by polio, he is tall, very thin and has a hollow chest. He is on the beach every day. He chats away with everyone. He is a very enchanting man and I cannot stop watching him when he walks. He is both elegant and extemely unusual. Angelo has a very slow way of talking. He is not stupid, far from it. He has a great wit. I heard him the other day talking to two young women from Milan. The conversation went something like this.
Angelo 'I could not help hearing your accent, you are from Milan?'
Woman 'Yes, is it so obvious?'
Angelo 'Yes!'
Woman 'Do you have a problem with Milan?'
Angelo 'No, not at all. Great things come out of Milan.'
Woman 'They do? Such as?'
Angelo 'The fast train to Rome'
He had wonderful timing and both women's faces looked totally perplexed. I had to smother a laugh and pushed my face into my towel.
Mustapha was hanging around at the time. His limited Italian did not allow him to enjoy the banter. As I looked at Mustapha I began to dredge my memory banks for the number of moslems I had played with. In Rome this has been a total of 1.A lovely man used to visit me with an armful of chocolates and flowers. He treated me like a princess and I was a little embarrassed about the attention he paid to me. But I enjoyed it!
The UK, however, was the place I met the most moslem playmates.One in particular was a wonderfully generous man who owned a very popular local restaurant. He used to send his workers around with take aways when he knew I was at my flat. However, he became very possessive and wanted me to be available just for him when he wanted me. I told him that this was not possible as I was an escort but also had a personal life too and I did not want to be waiting at the end of a phone just for him. He took it badly and never visited me again. Such is life!
About the same time I had a young man from Bahrain visit me on a regular basis. He was studying at the local college. He was handsome and intelligent but very naive when it came to sex. He used to visit on a weekend when there were no classes and he was always extremely excited. No sooner was he in the door when he was pilling my clothes off. Now a bit of rough sex is fine but you need to build up to it and it needs to be done when the woman needs it. This young man was rough but too rough. My breasts were sore after a few minutes and I had to teach him the ways of enjoyable, mutually satisfying sex. And so he had lessons at the weekend too!!!! And I gave him plenty of homework!
So the beach is a great place to write and allow the memory banks to take you back to things that happened in the past. I am brown all over and I am very happy to show vsitors how brown I am.
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