Comments by reverendhornibastard (page 6)

Longball300, That’s a great video. Thanks for sharing. I loved the mutual pussy humping scene. It brought back some great memories.

DeclinedToState, I saw the words “Lil Caprice” by one of her photos but, because she was wearing some scanty lingerie, I mistakenly thought it was an ad for a line of naughty lingerie called “Lil Caprice.” Thanks for clueing me in.

Here is a working link to the photo of a woman resembling Teresa swimming in the Pedernales River: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7196

@gammanu95, It’s very hard to say what Mrs. Hornibastard #2 saw or knew. Despite the wild story, Susan was very straight laced. She didn’t t like to talk about her sexual likes and dislikes. She had a healthy sexual appetite and was comfortable letting me know when she needed to be fucked. But she could not bring herself to answer a question as simple as “what’s your favorite sexual position?” or “Do you enjoy how I eat your pussy or is there anything I can do differently that would make it better for you?” In response to questions like that she would just blush and say she didn’t want to talk about it. She needed an excuse to step outside her sexual comfort zone and her excuse was always liquor. She didn’t drink much but when she did she usually drank too much. I really don’t think she was aware that I broke the “no fucking” rule. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know Siti and I fucked. With Tiwi’s ass and snatch blocking Susan’s view she really couldn’t see anything. But she might have seen me hammering Tiwi. But if she did see me on top of Tiwi, she NEVER said a word. We rarely talked about that night, even when we were alone. When we did, Susan ALWAYS summed it up by saying, “I can’t believe how incredibly drunk I was that night!”

DeclineToState, There was a photo posted of a good “look-alike” to Mrs. Hornibastard #2. I think it was in part three or part four. In either case, you can view it here: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7101 I don’t know who the woman in the photo is. But when I first saw the photo I was immediately struck by her strong resemblance to Mrs. Hornibastard #2 when she was in her prime.

GSteph, I had numerous postings to SE Asia. I still often dream that O am again posted to SE Asia or that I’m about to be posted there again. Despite its many drawbacks, living in SE Asia (especially if you’re a Caucasian male expat from North America or Europe and under 50 years old) is a fucking dream cum true!!

DeclineToState, Mrs. Hornibastard #2 became an ex-Mrs. Hornibastard in order to make room for Mrs. Hornibastard #3. Although Mrs. Hornibastard #2 could be a lot of fun (especially when she got drunk), she was a “High Maintenance Woman.” (See https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=67559 ) She was the highest maintenance woman I’ve ever been associated with for more than a couple of hours.

The photo of the woman I selected to represent Hamida is an excellent match for the masseuse from my birthday massage, both in terms of her slende build, her deep brown skin tones but especially her face.

Misterorange, Thanks for the compliment about Mrs. Hornibastard #2’s good looks. Mrs. Hornibastard #2 was definitely a lot of fun to look at. Of my 3 wives, she and Mrs. Hornibastard #3 are tied for the top for good looks among my wives. Mrs. Hornibastard #1 isn’t too far behind. Because of the preference I eventually acquired for brown, tropical Asian poontang, Mrs. Hornibastard #3 is my clear favorite. But I can certainly understand why a guy who isn’t as partial to Asian women as I am would prefer Mrs Hornibastard #2. Of the photos I’ve ever selected to give a sense of the women in my stories, the two best matches appear in the episodes of this story. The best match is the woman in her open robe who represents Mrs. Hornibastard #2. That match is so close, some of the folks who knew Mrs. Hornibastard #2 when she was in her let 20s and early 30s might be persuaded this was an actual photo of her. The REAL Mrs. Hornibastard #3 (or at least her sexy brown ass and her most intimate pink parts) have appeared in photos associated with some of my stories that involved her. A couple of more complete photos of Mrs. Hornibastard #3 have also been included among those where all the women were masked. But I’m not saying which ones. 😝 The other one is the photo I picked to represent “Hamida,” the masseuse who gave me my birthday massage in the first episode.

Electronman, I wish I had some photos of the actual events. But I don’t even have any photos of Siti or Tiwi. We had cellphones back then, but as best I can remember, cellphones didn’t yet include cameras back then. With only a very few exceptions, all the photo’s accompanying my stories are photos collected from the web. I try to pick photos that capture the mood of the events I describe. I also try to pick women who bear a reasonably close resemblance to the women I describe in my writings. There have been only a handful of photos that depict the actual people in my story. But in those photos, I either carefully crop or intentionally blur the photo so that the individual cannot be recognized. In some photos I “masked” the women concerned. In some of my posts there are a mixture of actual personal photos (with Mrs. Hornibastard #3 and/or her friends) masked as well as pictures of unknown women who look like the women mentioned in the story but onto which I also added masks - so that ALL the women, the actual participants as well as those collected from the web, are all wearing masks.

Rattdog, Susan insists that she never told anyone that story. I have serious doubts about that, especially since her views on the topic evolved considerably during our stay in Indonesia.

Cashman, “I’m guessing the girls are most all very beautiful and sexy as well.” Yes and no. It depends on the type of rub joint employing the masseuse. In Indonesia (and some other SE Asian cultures), a massage is often a family event. EVERYBODY gets a massage: mom, dad, the children, grandma and grandpa. Massages are widely regarded as therapeutic - good for whatever ails you. So there are two kinds of massage parlors: (1) the kid- and family-friendly, traditional massage parlors where you get a great massage (AND NOTHING ELSE) and (2) the massage parlor where you get a great massage AND anything else that you may want. The hotels typically offer both kinds of massage services. At the kid and family friendly massage parlors I’m told that the masseuses are not particularly attractive. Many of them are old women but have strong hands and know how to give terrific (but strictly legal) massages. The rub joints (and hotel spas) where you can routinely expect a massage with a happy ending always hire young, attractive, sexy women. In some of the rub joints the masseuses wear provocative clothing that shows a lot of skin and which they can easily get out of when the need arises. The hotel masseuses are always attractively but not provocatively dressed (since they have to traverse the hotel corridors in route to their appointments).

Shailynn, The hotel doesn’t matter, or at least it didn’t matter back then. Back then, ALL the hotels I ever stayed at anywhere in Indonesia offered massages in the privacy of your hotel room. It didn’t matter if they were local brand hotels, Japanese brand hotels, French, Spanish or American branded hotels. The price range didn’t matter either. Ultra luxurious hotels offered these services as did bargain basement hotels that catered to 20-year old Australian tourists. The only difference from hotel to hotel and from masseuse to masseuse was the reliability of the extras. You rarely had to ask. The masseuses were good at getting your engine running. On the rare occasion when the masseuse made no effort to start your engine, you knew your masseuse was a dud. But that was very rare. Hand jobs were considered “basic services” but a more generous tip was expected. Blow jobs and full sex were usually available as well but, as you would expect, a more generous “tip” was expected. Some hotels offered a “his and hers” package so you and your wife could have massages in the privacy of your room. But you could still order the “his and hers” package even if you had checked into the hotel all by yourself. The hotel didn’t care and the masseuses NEVER bothered to ask, “who else is getting a massage?”

I never knew what happened to Becky or where she went. I assume that she relocated with her family to another town because she disappeared just a few months after our encounter in the cave. Not having any wheels or being old enough to drive was a serious social limitation but is par for the course when you’re 14 years old.

Shailynn & Longball, I will definitely leave Cheryl alone. Meeting her now would be at least very awkward and potentially disastrous. The awkwardness could arise from the huge disparity in our life histories. Mine has been terrific and hers has been awful. I don’t want to appear to gloat over my good fortune as compared to her personal train wreck. Plus, if she’s still emotionally or financially needy, she could easily become a pest if she realizes my financial situation and sees me as a potential source of financial aid. I would probably feel very different if we had ever been emotionally close. But we never were close. She was just my barber who I thought was very sexy. The most absurd part of all of this is that I actually convinced myself at the time that she wasn’t trying to light my fire. But dressing so minimally like that while she cut my hair in a house where we were all alone was obviously intended to make sparks fly. Either that or she was a naïve fool.

CJKent, I was aware of Marilyn Monroe but she never really got my motor running and I never masturbated in her honor. She was at her peak slightly before I came into my hormones. The first starlet to get me slobbering at both ends was Brigitte Bardot. I used up a lot of my mom’s hand cream worshipping Brigitte Bardot!

The question posed was, how did you make or are you making your fortune? Definitions are important. For me, “being rich” means the ability to maintain the lifestyle I desire entirely on the basis of my investment income. Achieving that goal always involves two simple rules: 1) Pursue a livelihood that yields an income exceeding your basic needs; and 2) Save your excess cash aggressively and invest wisely. Of the two foregoing rules, the second is far more critical. I’ve known lots of people who, despite having very impressive incomes, still lacked wealth. Although they were living like rich people, they were never more than a few weeks or months away from bankruptcy if their income stream was interrupted. This pretty well summed up my circumstances during my youthful years. But as soon as I started investing my extra cash instead of throwing it all away buying bigger TVs, louder sound systems and fancy new cars and going on absurdly luxurious vacations, I was quickly amazed at how fast my money piled up. Bottom line, you are unlikely to get rich by working hard for your money. You are far more likely to get rich by making your money work hard for you.

Thinking back on my past experiences, I realized that I actually said “no” more often than I initially remembered. It’s easy to understand why I initially forgot the many instances where I said “no” rather than giving into the temptation. Saying “no” usually doesn’t leave the kind of memory you just can’t help but reminisce about for decades.

Lots of interesting twists and turns in the job market for most of us. I thought Icee’s list was most surprising. I always assumed that he earned his living stuffing pimentos into olives.

@WhoDey My rule of thumb only applies when the lady puts her pink parts on display specifically for you and without any remunerative expectations. When in doubt, just stand by patiently until she glares at you and demands to know “what the hell are you waiting for?

I’ve been around a long time, so my list is pretty long. I’m not sure I can remember all of them, but here goes … 1. Newspaper delivery boy 2. Restaurant worker - various jobs at same restaurant, busboy, back-bar help, miniature railroad maintenance guy (they had a miniature railroad that ran overhead all around the restaurant) 3. Lawn mowing in my neighborhood 4. Working in a greenhouse (the sweatiest job I ever had) 5. Re-shelving books at a public library (my most boring job) 6. Counter help at a fast food restaurant (Arby’s) I always sliced too much meat and had to eat it myself. First time I ever got kinda fat. 7. Store clerk at a record shop (great ego boost because it was a favorite place for teens in my town to hangout late at night) 8. Summer maintenance job at AT&T facility (my 2nd most boring job) 9. Non-credit foreign language course instructor - night class program at a junior college (overcame my fear of public speaking and became a bit of an entertainer. I often got applause from my students at the end of the class hour) 10. Craftsman at a wood carving shop (I made decoupage boards) 11. Salesclerk at a shop that specialized in shoes for young women (great job because I was SUPPOSED to flirt with the customers as a way to make more sales! They only hired young men at that store because it helped bring in the young lady customers. It helped me overcome my shyness around women.) 12. assistant in university lab 13. mechanic in JC Penney auto shop (my grimiest job) 14. teaching assistant while in graduate school (fun with coeds) 15. door to door sales of discount coupon books (only did this job for about a week. I was exceptionally lousy at the job - maybe because I thought the product I was selling was a ripoff. 16. admissions counselor and recruiter of top scholars at major university 17. law clerk at state attorney general’s office (canoodled a lot of secretaries young attorneys and other young staff) 18. summer law clerk in corporate offices of an energy company 19. numerous lawyer positions at several international energy companies from 1980 to 2018, starting as junior lawyer and eventually as managing counsel for country operations (mostly behaved on the job except for with a couple of young lady lawyers who would not take “no” for an answer) 20. retired from late 2018 until early 2020 (bored shitless and spending way too much time and $$$ in strip clubs) 21. lawyer for a publishing company (current role)

@JustinToLook I don’t ask about coming in a woman’s mouth, but it’s her first time to blow me and I’m not sure how she will feel about getting a mouthful of Splooge, I will warn her when my eruption is imminent and let her decide for herself where she wants it to go. If she has already proven herself to be OK with taking a load in her mouth, I skip the warnings and just let it flow.

@Babydoc The reference to uncorking the champagne was a sexual metaphor. While I don’t favor jizzing in my pants (or anyone else’s pants for that matter), I learned during my teens that flushing the pipes (at least) once before a hot date was a good idea because it gave me more endurance during the main event and any encore performances.

@tahoecruz - Now THAT’S a scary story! I’ve never had an experience like that - where I’m beyond first base and the game is called for lack of interest on the opposing team. I’m sure it was just my youthful shyness around women that accounts for never being told to keep my hands (or any other body parts) to myself. When I was a young man I never made a move until it was abundantly clear that my prey was ready to submit. Later in life I had some interesting experiences with women who enjoyed rough sex. The first time, when the woman seemed to be resisting I dutifully stopped but she just acted frustrated and asked me, “Why did you stop?” She made it clear that she liked to be manhandled. I got the idea and graciously took her up on her offer, literally ripping her clothes off her (luckily they weren’t too expensive) and throwing her around like a rag doll while I had my way with her. I was invited for numerous repeat performances but lost interest in her due to her other peculiarities that turned me off.