So when Emino gets off work he comes to see me at the hotel. I try my best to wear him out before he leaves. Poor guy I don't how long he can keep going like this - lying and keeping it up for everyone. He tells me, "You're wild. I like sex with you." I say to myself, "I'm so - so out of here!"
I told you about Mehmet, the young boy in Diyarbikir. Mehmet was only 22 yrs old and he had a Brazilian gilfriend who was 47 yrs old. He has since told me that she wants nothing to do with him. If we both knew that we were both being shit on we would have slept together. I really don't Emino to know this because I want him to find him a job but he now has my blog site.
Yes, the sex was great with Emino. I'm addicted to new sex. All the positions with someone different are not boring. I tried to get my money's worth. Two months more and I would have had enough. I wouldn't have cared if he had someone else then but I wasn't ready for that yet. I couldn't take him leaving after we were finished. Our last night I kept him until 3 am. The other girl (she was 30 yrs old) must have been a fool. On the other hand she was the one staying at his house. It's nice to have a free place to stay when you go on a trip.
I went back to Bozcaada. I really want nothing to do with scooter boy this time, but he doesn't understand, since he speaks no English, why I am brushing him off. He follows me around. He waits outside the internet cafe, he walks by Lisa's Cafe a hundred times. All he can say is, "Rosa Rosa Rosa." with sad puppy eyes.
Such is life!
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