Sex and the Squirting Dwarf

Chapter 10

Marina gave me her full report once she had returned from Thailand. The fat bloke was an American guy she met online while she was still in China. They have been chatting on a daily basis for a while now, even during the period she was living with Alan.

She claimed that he sent her a wedding proposal by email to which she had not replied. He was getting anxious, that was why he asked her to meet him in Thailand. He even offered to pay for her airfare and all expenses. Marina did not wait to hear the offer twice. She was not getting proposals like this every day.

I wanted to know everything about the trip and any details related to "The Wetting." Although she had sent him nude photos of herself on a few occasions, she had never told him about her gift, waiting for him to discover it on his own at the appropriate time.

"Is there anything wrong with the guy?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Lots of young pretty girls in Thailand and yet he insists on you coming to meet him."

"I also thought about the same thing. Turns out there is a very simple explanation."

"Which is?"

"Tony can't wear condoms which makes it too risky for him to hook up with girls in Thailand. Every time he tries to have sex with a girl using a condom, it ends very embarrassingly. He needs a girl he can trust and feel comfortable with."

"You're telling me he did not bring other girls to your bedroom for threesomes?"

"He is not that kind of person. He really loves me and wants to marry him."

"I bet the guy has a squirt fetish."

"I was worried what he would think about it. Turns out he is fascinated about my gift," she said with a happy grin on her face.

"Take a look here. This is what he sent me when he returned to the States." She shoves her phone to my face for me to read a short message.

Just got off the plane. Now we have to get things rolling for your spouse visa application. I hope that you will be here by the end of the year.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I could not accept the notion that the dwarf was going to have a normal relationship and live a normal life in the suburbs. This little freak did not deserve such treatment.

I knew that the source of my resentment was my not wanting to let go of my "personal toilet seat." If Marina was gone, I would need to find someone else to treat like shit and that could turn out to be extremely hard. You did not come across people like Marina every day. The little squirt knew her advantages very well and she knew how to play them against you. This mixture of hyper sexuality and self-loathing is what made her so irresistible. She encouraged men to treat her like dirt because she was aware that it would get them hooked on her.

I toyed with the idea of promising marriage to Marina, and then I change my mind. I may be a bastard but I'm not such a bastard.

That evening I read a story about a dancing dwarf in a book by a Japanese writer. This dwarf could dance so well, you wanted to kill yourself if he was not there to dance for you. That was how I was beginning to feel like. I hated the dwarf but I could not do without the dwarf.