More Than a Kiss Booth - Sex Stories

More Than a Kiss Booth

By the middle of April, I had been in Korea four months and still hadn’t come close to getting any action with a girl—not that I had put much effort toward finding any. I was a bit scared to venture out of the foreigner pubs where other English teachers gathered every weekend night. Also, I had heard mixed reviews from other guys about what it was like to sleep with a Korean girl. For one, you usually have to date for a while, they expect several romantic gestures beforehand, and when you finally do get to the bedroom, Korean girls are rather passive and boring during the ordeal. This is what I heard anyways. But I was willing to learn myself whether this was true. Also, my coworker, Mark, who had arrived in Korea the same day as me, was always giving me shit for not yet hooking up with a girl. He was determined to help me break me out of my shell. Even though he was a brash bloke from London who never knew when to quit drinking for the night, or sometimes day, I was willing to listen to his advice. That’s how we ended up in a bar near Hooker Hill in the Itaewon neighborhood of Seoul. For those of you who don’t know, the paid sex industry in Korea is ridiculously lucrative and diverse. There’s handjob rooms, blowjob rooms, massage parlors, singing rooms where you sing karaoke with prostitutes before you bang, “business bars,” and at the bottom of the list, where Mark wanted to start me on my sexual escapades through Korea, was kiss booths. These places were so lightweight ...

... that they were legal, because no actual prostitution takes place in them. The customer pays 25 bucks and goes inside a small room, then in walks a college girl who will sit and cuddle with you for the hour, basically pretending to be your girlfriend. And, as the name implies, the most one should hope for is to make out with the girl. “Sounds lame,” I said to Mark after he explained it to me. “And a bit sleazy.” “All sex is sleazy on some level. Do you wanna get laid, mate?” “Yeah. But paying to kiss a chick is quite far from getting laid.” “So then you’re just worried that it will be lame?” He knocked back the last of his beer and stared at me with his eyes wide, like he always does when he thinks he’s about to engage in intense debate. I shrugged, “Okay, just lame.” “Good. Now, all I told you was the idea behind them. The truth is, most of the girls will let you pull their tits out, if you buy them a couple of drinks and tip them. And they don’t care if you jerk off while making out with them.” “You’re telling me I’m gonna be sitting in a booth where a guy was jerking off and blowing his load just ten minutes earlier?” “There’s a bunch of paper towels and trash cans in those rooms. And air freshener too. Trust me, Koreans have the paid sex—ah, I mean, paid affection—industry all figured out.” He grinned as he began sipping his second beer, proud of how he had amended his words for my sake. I looked around the bar. It was still hours before most people would be out, and there ...