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a merchant seaman says:

                       I BALLED MY WAY AROUND THE WORLD!
                              by Gary Plotkin


  I started sailing on freighters when I was 17 years old.  That was back
in 1967, and I've been sailing ever since.  It's a good life for a guy who
likes to be free, travel and have adventures.

  Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing
vessels, though.  Those days belong to ancient history.

  I'm talking about bedroom adventures.  That was what I was looking for
when I started out and I'm still looking for them, although I have had them
all around the world.

  I've been a pussy freak since I was 12.  I guess you could describe me a
s a seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

  I've read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic
type of woman was the best balling.  I've tried them all and I can't say
that...they are ALL good!

  But don't let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either.  They are all different.  Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

  In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close
to is a professional.  Married women don't dare play around and single
girls live at home and are closely guarded.

  But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have her in the States.  Those Asian, African an Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them
ask so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

  And of course, here in the STates, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn't have to pay for pussy.

  In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man.  And
don't think we can't be spotted.  No matter how casually we dress, the
broads spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

  In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office
and hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

  I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house.  It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in
the merchant marine.

  We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed.  Her parents didn't seem to mind at all.  They
seemed to take it all for granted.

  I balled Joyce most of the night.  Then she had to go to sleep so she
could get up in time for work.  In the morning, she left me in bed and went
to work.  That was when her mom came in and asked me what I'd like for
breakfast.

  It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I
were alone in the house.  She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray
woman in her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

  When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled,
but I got what I wanted.  I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

  I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up.  They
were fucked up by the GI's to a certain extent but the tourists hadn't
started going there yet.  These Polynesian broads were probably the best,
if there is such a thing as best.  I always liked their directness.  To
them, sex was no big deep, dark secret.  It was sometrhing you did for fun,
like dancing or swimming.

  The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else.  They've
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man.  The only
trouble is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don't have
a couple of pals along.  You could end up a naked corpse with a slit
throat.

  The Filipino babes are out of sight too.  They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers.  But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and
not get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen.  In the Phillipines it isn't
easy to tell the difference.

  But what the hell, who cares?

  The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak.  Naturally you
go weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go
ashore!

 