Spinners

The Urban Dictionary offers this as it’s top definition for the term ‘spinner’: 

Spinner: A petite woman. Denoted as a joke, whereby the petite woman is so thin she is able to be mounted and spun in a circle on an erect penis. 

 Personally, I love spinners.  Give me the small girls… the smaller the better.  When I go pussy hunting my target size is 150 cm and 38 kilos (say 5’1” and 84 pounds) and – unless a girl has something special about her (tall, slender, beautiful) – I never really look at girls who are over 45 kilos (99 pounds). 

I’ve noticed that this is common with men as big as me.  I’m not just portly (okay… fat), I’m tall as well, and what my mother used to call ‘big boned’.  Suffice to say that I rarely get lost in a crowd. 

So the sight of me and a spinner together is a bit comical, but not at all uncommon on the streets of Bangkok. 

I’ve had some notable spinners over the years.  When I lived in America more than 20 years ago I had a black girlfriend who was 5 feet tall and worked as an aerobics instructor.  Hard-bodied and relentless in bed, she whetted my appetite for the small and nubile.   

I ended the relationship with the Aerobics instructor to pursue one with a Chinese spinner from Australia.  This was my first Asian girl; she was from a good (rich) family, sexually naïve, gentle and loving.  I fell hard, moved to Australia and married her.  Six years later the bitch’s lawyer was sending me letters every week demanding more and more of my assets. 

After my divorce I moved in with a Korean spinner in Sydney;  a sexy little 42 kilo packet of dynamite who gave a great massage. (She used to tell me that the smallest chilies burn the hottest).  I was about to ask her to become the second Mrs. Werewolf when she broke the news that she was leaving me for another man. 

It was about this time that I began to understand the laws of depreciating assets. 

Law 1: Getting married and divorced leads to a depreciation of a man’s assets. 

Law 2: Women get old and their assets (looks, sex appeal) depreciate; men get old and their assets (money, power) appreciate 

I realized that the aerobics instructor, the Chinese doll and the Korean wildcat shared something in common.  Although I had been progressively older, I had hooked up with each of them while they were in their mid-20’s and finished with each of them in their early thirties. 

I decided that it was time to understand my own nature and the laws of depreciating assets and move to LOS (the Land of Short time). 

Bangkok is heaven on earth for Spinnner-Lovers — beautiful brown-skinned waifs dancing in bikinis, tiny uni girls on every train and bus.  Hell, even the 7-11 cashiers offer sore temptation in the form of tiny brown girls with pouty lips! There have been so many now that it’s hard to remember them all; just a blur of pretty faces and tiny bodies, ever youthful.  Some, however, stand out in my memory.  

My very first girl in Bangkok, whom I bedded within 20 hours of arriving at the airport, was a fantastic little freelance spinner I met on Soi 7.  She had the beautiful apple-cheeked face that Thai girls can have, combined with a 39 kilo body, a love for screaming orgasms, and huge fun to spend time with outside the bedroom.  We did many things together: movies, bowling, shopping, walks in the park, feeding the birds and swimming at the beach.  I guess the act of falling in love with Thailand was the rookie mistake of falling in love with her.  I have a couple of hundred pictures of us together, and even today they make me wistful. 

When I was new in town, foolish, and still spending Australian dollars, I took on a pair of spinners who were roommates.  One of them was beautiful, but didn’t speak English.  The more plain looking one spoke a bit of English, and my Thai was non-existent, so I took both of them everywhere, paying double everything, and having sex with them on alternating nights.  Those were probably my happiest days in Thailand… the days of foolish excess.  Finally one night we did a ‘sandwich’.  Rather than bringing us all together, it seemed to make everything uncomfortable and the two of them disappeared into history.

The smallest girl I remember, and the one who most truly fit the description of a ‘spinner’ was a dancer from Baccara named Oi.  She only managed to tip the scale at 36 kilos if her hair was soaking wet, and she was sexually adventurous.  I once had her on top of me while I was crouched on one knee, pounding her up & down like a man possessed with her legs akimbo and the only part of her body touching the bed was her left hand.  Spinner indeed!  The most amazing thing was that this tiny girl, who was only about the size of my left leg, happily took it up the bum as often as I wanted. 

Part of the appeal of spinners, for me, is the small, pert breasts that usually come as part of the package.  But one spinner I used to see regularly (and still see occasionally) has a playboy-bunny body packed into a spinner-sized package.  At about 4’11” she has perfectly shaped C/D titties and a rounded ass.  Her body remains the most perfect one I’ve ever laid hands on.  She has one odd habit that took me some time to understand.  She really doesn’t like missionary position, and after just a few minutes would twist her body like a victim trying to get away from a rapist.  “What’s wrong?” I’d ask.  But she’d simply turn around for doggie style and ask me to keep on going. 

I had one night with her where I fukced her four times and I was thinking that I had worn her out, and that I’d be lucky to get another one in before she left in the morning.  At about 4 a.m. she got up to use the toilet, and upon returning to bed, she pulled back the covers, started sucking my cock, and when I was hard and ready, climbed on top of me for another ride – a truly great spinner! 

I made a mistake about a year ago.  There was a particular little 41 kilo spinner who danced at Soi Cowboy.  I enjoyed her company frequently, and I when I didn’t see her I sometimes found myself thinking about her.  I decided that I would be happier (and it would be cheaper) if I just moved her into my place full time.  Here I was forgetting the lessons that had brought me to Thailand to begin with!  It took about 4 months for me to come to my senses, and another 6 months to actually move her out.  Now she’s on her own and living outside of Bangkok.  We see each other occasionally — we have sex and she leaves — and I am happy again. 

These days I see spinners everywhere I go, and the only limits to my enjoyment are my time and financial resources.  I’ve been here long enough now that I have 40 kilo bar girls, go go dancers, g-club dancers and mamasans, clients from my work, and girls who work at Subway rotating through my room… the middle aged version of the Endless Summer. 

Will I get tired of it?  I haven’t yet.  I keep hoping for a long lost Uncle aged 103 to die and leave me enough cash that I can stop working and spend the rest of my days scouring Bangkok for the perfect spinner – content to search for, but never find her.