The Blooming Programme

Prologue

Welcome to another testimony from a satisfied customer; he experienced what we here at the Blooming Lotus Centre have to provide, and came out all the better for it.May we all be so fortunate.

It was never meant to go this way, and she was never meant to find out.

My poor fiancée Cathy walked in on me beating my meat to trans porn like a madman, spunking all over myself just as she opened the door.

I can still remember the look of disappointment on her beautiful face, full of judgement and a flash of expected anger.

‘I’ll be going to stay at my mother’s,’ she said in a tone like ice, cutting me to my core, even as the cum dried on my bare torso.

‘I hope, for your sake, that this…’ she said while moving her hand through the air, ‘…is a one-off – or you can kiss goodbye to this house, to this relationship, and to this woman.’

Only hours later she had packed up the barest necessities and stomped out the door, leaving me looking pathetic and feeling numb with shock at the speed of it all.

She wasn’t supposed to have been home for another three hours.

I should have at least heard her coming through the front door and up the stairs. My God, what had I done?

It’s not like I even enjoyed what I was jerking to, having gone to Thailand when I was younger and, as soon as I discovered that the cute bar-girl I had brought back to my hotel room came equipped with a bigger package than mine, paying her for nothing and showing her the way out again.

Fantasies are a slippery slope, though, and somewhere in my subconscious I must have stored that night all the same.

The way her white lingerie, slick with sweat in the Thai summer heat, looked against her deep brown skin, how her tits – fake for sure, but so well done that they may as well not have been – shifted beneath the ivory lace…

how the small pair of matching panties cupped her coiled shaft, thick and eager, her balls nearly spilling out of either leg hole against her toned inner thighs.

Sat there in my study, the house now silent except for the whirring of the AC and my computer fans, with my head pressed into my hands, I felt my cock twitch at the memory.

Fuck.

Cathy was right, I needed to change.