Side-Seat Driving

So another holiday has passed. Another bullshit holiday thanks to the Catholic church, but at least we are encouraged to drink on this one!

I went with one of my gay friends to a gay nightclub. I hate drunken straight men, especially on everyones favorite drunken-holiday, so the best way to avoid them was to go to a gay bar during happy hour! I got there a bit before my friend so I went to the bar and got my first drink of the night. I went up to the bartender who I thought was B from the prior week, but he wasn't... his name was E and he was just as, if not more, gorgeous than B. The other bartender downstairs was V, same as last week! They applauded the arrival of a cleavage-bearing straight girl when I got there.

I sat at the bar and talked to a few of the confused-straight men who had wandered misguidedly into a gay bar. One guy was bisexual, and we talked a bit and about E and V. We weren't sure if E was straight, but my new friend quickly asserted he was when I told him that he introduced himself for me. Shortly after, my friend arrived and we sat on the other side of the bar, where E was tending to. We got smashed, took pictures, had a few more daiquiris and after I was quite drunk, I wrote my name and number on two napkins and gave one to each E and V. Victor swung by at one point and told me he was getting off work, but I didn't see where he went so I quickly re-focused my attention back to E.

My friend and I finished off our drinks and left around midnight... I think. I got on the train to come home, and when I got off the train, I had a voicemail. This voicemail was from V! He called me again before I could call him back and we talked a bit (I was at home already) and I respectfully declined his first invite for sex. After 5-minutes of re-thinking it, I called him back and he was in his car, so he drove down to where I live. There was no room for coherent thinking because I still totally smashed... otherwise, I probably wouldn't have done this.

I go downstairs and he's waiting at my door... He looked different in bright lighting than in the darkness of the club... but he still looked good! He greeted me and we somehow ended up back at his car. If I remember correctly, he unlocked the door and even opened it for me... what a gentleman! I sat in drivers seat while he got in on the other side. I noticed a few people walking around outside his car, but as soon as he got in the other side and closed the door, I climbed on top of him and kissed him. His hands roamed my tightly clad body and I could feel his hardness hitting my inner-thigh. After a short-while, I sat back down in the drivers seat and took off my leggings, while he reached into a pocket for a condom. The first one gave him a bit of trouble but he got the second one on just fine.

I climbed back on top of him and he guided his shaft into me. It felt so good, and thick. I told him after a minute to soften up because I was sore (from Saturday [no details], and yoga) and he smiled, curiously, at me. I have no idea whether or not people were around, or looking at us and I didn't care... I just kept riding him. My chest was in his face the entire time, and it didn't take him long to lift up my shirt and bra, and take a tasting of them. This also felt like ecstasy. I think this was the first time I'd ever liked being on top... and it felt great. I moaned with pleasure, and this, being a 'get-to-know-you' fuck was short and sweet.

I sat back in the drivers seat and put my leggings back on, and my shoes. V walked me back to my door and kissed me goodnight.

Generation Gap

I did the craziest thing I've yet to do, and I'm still sore from it! I met up with Jefferson, so he could help my with me orgasm. I have a lot of trouble with it and had basically begun to accept that men would never be able to get me off again. Jefferson was rather late (2 hours... hey, if you're going to do something, do it big, right?) but he arrived at the Starbucks I was at, and we walked over to his apartment.

I took my coat off and he led me to the bedroom. He whispered for me to close my eyes, and I did. He slowly undressed me, started fingering me, and soon laid me down on his bed.

He went down on me for maybe forty-five minutes and after I showed him what got me going with one of his vibrating sex toys, he was able to get me off. I was so relieved. A guy hadn't gotten me off in three years... only one guy ever! The next hour-hour and a half, he fucked and fingered the hell out of me. I rode him for a while, which he loved... grabbing me all over, just enjoying the pleasure.

I had a few firsts too. I rode his face for a while... my first time, and it felt really good! He bit and squeezed a lot too... which was kind of painful, but I dealt. It was also the first time I'd ever met someone through their blog and asked for orgasm help... and gotten it! I discovered for the first time that g-spot stimulation does nothing for me.

When he had to go to his next appointment, I got re-dressed and used his bathroom. He walked me to the subway, and that was that!

Warning: Loser Almost Living in New York

On Valentine's Day, I was especially bitter (I choose to be alone, I don't know what my problem was!) so one of my best friends and I went out for a 'night out on the town.' I couldn't tell you what bars we went to but they were all in the East Village (circa East 14th Street). Oh yes, we were at The Crocodile Lounge, then a bar a block away from it. We ended up spending most of the night with these two guys we started talking to at The Croc, one which I thought was very cute. My friend, who we'll call L, thought they looked like guys who likes blondes, so she went to see if she could talk to them (because we're obviously not blondes, we're dark brunettes).

Well, it worked. They bought us drinks, and as usual, I was too drunk, and L was completely out of it. These two seemingly-cute-guys-turned-assholes tried everything in their power to get us to come home with them. Now, I like sex, but as a girl with self-respect and good judge of character, these two losers weren't going to get any from us.

The one I was talking to, E (who was dumb enough to give me his business card), immediately started feeling me up. I was not having that. He even went so far as to take me aside and told me to leave because L really wanted to hook up with his friend. L pulled me aside right after that and asked what he said, I told her, and she said that wasn't at all true. We left soon after that, with these two little boys on our tail, still trying to get us to come home with them. I put L in a cab on 14th and 1st, and planned to return to the sidewalk to say goodbye to these two guys, but in the minute that I left the side walk, these assholes had walked away.

Welcome!

Welcome to my blog. I'm a girl that likes to have a lot of sex, and after reading blogs like that of One Life Take Two and Tucker Max... I decided to start my own! Now honestly, I don't have all that much sex... but I meet a lot of guys and I'm a huge flirt.

I'm in my early twenties, single, straight, living in New York City, and pretty damn cute (so I'm told). You can write me and ask questions, ask for advice... but I in no way claim to be an expert! If you're a cute guy, you can email me and I might even hook up with you. I was pretty intrigued when I heard people having hook-ups through their blog...

So... let the stories begin!