Being Male Gets You Into The Honey Trap Especially If You Have Money

I have had the fortune of living in several countries, both as a teenager growing up and later as part of my career. Cultural differences abound, and that goes for sexual behavior as well. In country A a girl is screwed and her brothers and cousins take revenge, before the man is stood up at the altar to say his I Do. The girl has not choice either, she is dressed and dragged up their too, her honor protected. In country B sex is a teen age right of passage, and virginity lost is no different than going to an R rated movie.

These differences can be confusing and they are. Deep religious beliefs exist between the East and the West. Deep differences in income as well. It is not uncommon for a young man to go live in Thailand and come home married or for that matter in Brazil. It may look like fun, but she brings her mother and her sister and a cousin as well. In the post fall of the Berlin wall many young service men came home with Eastern European wives and their family add ons. I have friend whose daughter who went to study abroad and came home with a Spaniard I've head of similar cases with a Russian or Chilean, looking for a free ride.

I bring this up because in today's world, anything goes can be a case in point, or a tarnished reputation can lead you to court. You can't just fuck around.

So in spite of my experience, I got myself in trouble. Deep trouble, I knocked up a young woman in my office after a night out on the town. She was just one of those girls who liked to go out with the crowd, and that night I got invited. out of a sense of duty by one of the women. We went first to a club, the young woman in question hung on me, and we kissed a couple of times. She got hot and got under the table and gave me a blowjob. Happy times had by all. And it was without a care in world that I took her home with me and she hung around my neck and we went inside, her clothes came off much like a snake shedding it's skin. She was all over my cock, and wetter than anything I had seen, she fucked on top, on the bottom, and upside down. I sent her home the next morning having emptied my balls. Oh, what a fuck it was.

The young woman sued me for sexual harassment, that and she was pregnant. My lawyer, a woman in her early thirties, said I should have put a stop to it the minute she started to hang on me. I shouldn't have gone, my lawyer said. She has all the cards now, she even has pictures on her phone of a couple of moments where you didn't restrain yourself, she said. She wanted blood, and money of course. Knocked up I argued for a paternity test to prove it was mine, how did I know she didn't behave like this with some Joel that week? Even asking for a paternity test was considered a callous behavior on my part, besmirching her reputation, How Dare You?

Money is something that comes and goes, I demanded child visitations (not granted because I was a known sexual monster). Money came out of my pockets, for the lawyers, for child support and believe it not for her sustenance as well (a form of alimony the lawyer said). A nightmare all around. Over the course of my legal defenses I got close to the female lawyer who was handling my case. She was open about everything, she had seen everything, she knew all about young women who suck the boss' dick. When I screwed the lawyer she gave me a lecture for not asking permission at every turn. Yes it's a turn off in the heat of the moment, but really you should not go from first to second and on home without her explicit approval, in writing with a witness. She laughed when she said it, the sun on her hair and her bare chest in front of me. This lawyer woman was a good fuck all around, these damn French women.

But like the story of the young man stood up at the altar, she liked the money and wanted to get married. I really don't care if you fuck around, I'll defend you, but in return I want to live in that house, and drive that car and vacation in the South of France. The age difference? It doesn't bother you? Not at all, you remind me of my father, now stop talking and fuck me. By God she is a good fuck. She loves the kitchen and playing hostess at parties, she dresses well, and fixed up the place to her liking. She walked around sporting her 'bump' which looked more like a water melon. She whispered one early morning after breast feeding, she wanted to invite her, the office girl, and her baby to come and be close. She keeps up with her and she is having a hard time alone and she needs to feel secure. She and the office girl share something special, each one of them has a baby.

You have to be kidding ! But there is a friendship between them, they share a baby father and that makes them special. And if the office girl wants to hang around my neck, what do I say to her? Hug her back and raise her allowance. She is raising your child, don't you want her to live in a nice place? Don't you want to love her? American men don't understand women.

French women, who understands them.