Of what Jefferson calls "Sluts Remorse." And this is thanks to my mom. I know what you're thinking, "Why did your mother know about who you're sleeping with?!" All that and more later...
But I AM going out for drinks with Mr. 6'6" tonight... too bad it's a bad time of the time.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
A new one.
I think I am taking a new lover. This one I think is going to be perfect. We're both too busy for relationships... but he's 6'6", athletic, and quite cute... I'm a bit intimidated of his height, but I'm sure I'll get over it quite quickly. He claims to be very good at cunnilingus so I'm looking quite forward to trying him out! Of course, I have to make sure that he's sane first so I'm meeting him for drinks this week.
Any firefighters reading this thing? I'd like to have sex with half a dozen of them... in a firehouse.
Oh, and a fantasy that I forgot to mention is to have sex in public; and to be at a bar, in a skirt, and have my date start to finger me under the table... any cuties out there brave enough to try this?
I have a long week ahead of me... anyone want to be a stress reliever? . . . . . .
Any firefighters reading this thing? I'd like to have sex with half a dozen of them... in a firehouse.
Oh, and a fantasy that I forgot to mention is to have sex in public; and to be at a bar, in a skirt, and have my date start to finger me under the table... any cuties out there brave enough to try this?
I have a long week ahead of me... anyone want to be a stress reliever? . . . . . .
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Fantasies, anyone?
I have just about 2 fantasies... Anyone want to help?
My first is to be eaten out by a woman. No offense, boys, but I have a feeling that women can do this better somehow. I'll be honest, the idea of going down [even just fingering] a woman, turns me off... but I could definitely make out with a woman and then be eaten out by her. I know, it's weird... but then again, so am I!
Second? An orgy. Several good-looking men, a couple of good-looking woman.... all going at it with each other.
... just thought I'd put that out there.
My first is to be eaten out by a woman. No offense, boys, but I have a feeling that women can do this better somehow. I'll be honest, the idea of going down [even just fingering] a woman, turns me off... but I could definitely make out with a woman and then be eaten out by her. I know, it's weird... but then again, so am I!
Second? An orgy. Several good-looking men, a couple of good-looking woman.... all going at it with each other.
... just thought I'd put that out there.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Mr. Hilton Hotel
I was bored one night and I posted on Craigslist, and curious to see if there were any cute guys who would want to have some no-strings fun. Now, my opinions on CL, are it's really sketchy but I've always been really lucky. This was the first time I'd posted in the 'casual encounters' section though, usually I post in the regular section looking to just meet someone new. I had tons of replies, as usual (okay, I know, that sounded snotty..) but one was from a 27 year old businessman who said he was going to be staying at the Hilton that week on business.
We clicked while we chatted on AIM but unfortunately I began surfing the "crimson wave" that week and someone that eager to have fun with me was a bit scary, so we kept talking for two weeks until he returned again on business. He arrived on a Wednesday, and I met him at the Hilton that afternoon and we had lunch at the hotel, his treat. We clicked well in person too, and I aw'ed at his Western Pennsylvanian-accent. I had some place to be, and he had a meeting to go to at 2:30pm, so I hugged him goodbye and he said, "Hopefully I'll see you later!"
We were texting around 5ish and I ended up going over to the Hilton. I had recently gotten a Brazilian, and I was still a bit tender, so I was afraid it might hurt a bit. He answered the door, and I walked in. It was by-far the most outrageous thing I'd ever done... meeting a man at his hotel room, whom I hardly knew... We chatted for a few minutes and then he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, and started kissing me. I had made it clear that unless he was willing to make the first move, there would be no moves made. I was glad he understood that!
We kissed, hard and passionately, for a good while and then his hand made its way around to my ass, where he groped me hard, and then to the front of my skirt... finally he pulled my skirt up, revealing my thong, and stroking my smoothness and fingering me until I was more than wet. I had kept my hands around his neck and on his toned arms, while I moved my leg up and down between his legs, gently grinding into his already-rock hard cock. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I put my hands on him. He moaned, and took it upon himself to release his throbbing package and I took him in my hand and started stroking.... which only ensued more moaning on his end.
He pushed me up against the desk in his suite, where he continued to finger me and removed my shirt. I soon found myself pressed up against a 12th floor window, my bra having been removed, my hands against the glass, gazing upon the working crowd going about their usual day while I was being seduced in a suite at the Hilton by someone who was practically a stranger. I moaned at he fingered me quickly, and kept his other hand on my breast. He kissed my ass all the while.
Finally, we moved into the bedroom. I laid down, he removed whatever articles of clothing remained and we continued kissing passionately, naked, until he kissed his way down my body to my wetness. I moaned and leaned my head back as he dove in. He licked me all around, flicking my clit with his tongue, keeping a finger inside of me, and eventually moving it to inside my ass. I let out a 'ooh!' when he did that, since that was a complete first for me. He was very gentle and eased his way in. After about 30 minutes of him sending me into pure ecstasy, he asked if I would go down on him. I said, "probably very poorly," and smiled, having told him about the smack to my confidence in performing oral by one of my past ex's. He said, "Let's just see about that," and I asked for basic instruction and went for it. Afterwards, he said I was very good and that my ex was sorely-mistaken.
We fucked briefly after, hard, and I left for my doctor's appointment... refreshed and with my head spinning a bit. We were planning on meeting again that night. And we did, around 11pm I arrived back at his doorstep... I have to admit, I felt a little bit like a hooker coming in and out of the Hilton so many times in one day.
He answered the door once again, and we made our way to the bedroom quicker this time, and more of the same as the afternoon took place. His cock was throbbing before I walked in the room, and he asked if he could come once before we started to fuck. I said yes, and I was cum on for the first time... my tits more specifically. I enjoyed it except for the fact that I hadn't been able to put my hair back before, so when he came, I was afraid of it getting in my hair. We kissed passionately, briefly, then fucked. I dressed, he kissed me goodnight and I made my way home to go to work in the morning.
Thursday night soon came... and after I got home that night from a long day of work, and he returned home from a business dinner, I made my way over to the Hilton once more. He took me in his arms a final time, and it'd be repetitive to say what we did, but this time, he'd bought lube and I supplied the condoms this time, so we were going to take a stab at anal. The only other time I'd tried anal was with my boyfriend from high school, who was also a completely virgin before we started dating, so we both had no idea what to do... so it was a horrible mess. Mr. Hilton Hotel though had done it before, and he seemed to know just how to go about loosening me up.
He put a condom on and lubed up, LOTS of lube. I got on all fours and clenched my fists, and gritted my teeth, preparing to endure the most horrible of horrible pains. It took him about 20 minutes to fully insert himself, but we fucked that way briefly, and I loosened up a bit. Finally though I pulled away, requesting that we finish traditionally. He obliged and changed his condom, answering, "if I was an asshole, I'd use the same condom. You can get infections if you use the same one," to my naive questioning of why he was changing his condom. Wow, he really was a good guy!
He was on top first, then I rode him, which engaged him and made him cum rather quickly. I kissed him and dismounted, heading to the bathroom to nurse my painful lower body. To my surprise, there was hardly any damage done. I got dressed while he disposed of the condom in the bathroom. I kissed him goodnight once again, told him to have a safe flight back, and made my way home. He left the following afternoon!
He was so good at loosening me up, in fact, that I wasn't even sore the morning after! I think he'll be back in town in a few weeks... we shall see!
We clicked while we chatted on AIM but unfortunately I began surfing the "crimson wave" that week and someone that eager to have fun with me was a bit scary, so we kept talking for two weeks until he returned again on business. He arrived on a Wednesday, and I met him at the Hilton that afternoon and we had lunch at the hotel, his treat. We clicked well in person too, and I aw'ed at his Western Pennsylvanian-accent. I had some place to be, and he had a meeting to go to at 2:30pm, so I hugged him goodbye and he said, "Hopefully I'll see you later!"
We were texting around 5ish and I ended up going over to the Hilton. I had recently gotten a Brazilian, and I was still a bit tender, so I was afraid it might hurt a bit. He answered the door, and I walked in. It was by-far the most outrageous thing I'd ever done... meeting a man at his hotel room, whom I hardly knew... We chatted for a few minutes and then he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, and started kissing me. I had made it clear that unless he was willing to make the first move, there would be no moves made. I was glad he understood that!
We kissed, hard and passionately, for a good while and then his hand made its way around to my ass, where he groped me hard, and then to the front of my skirt... finally he pulled my skirt up, revealing my thong, and stroking my smoothness and fingering me until I was more than wet. I had kept my hands around his neck and on his toned arms, while I moved my leg up and down between his legs, gently grinding into his already-rock hard cock. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I put my hands on him. He moaned, and took it upon himself to release his throbbing package and I took him in my hand and started stroking.... which only ensued more moaning on his end.
He pushed me up against the desk in his suite, where he continued to finger me and removed my shirt. I soon found myself pressed up against a 12th floor window, my bra having been removed, my hands against the glass, gazing upon the working crowd going about their usual day while I was being seduced in a suite at the Hilton by someone who was practically a stranger. I moaned at he fingered me quickly, and kept his other hand on my breast. He kissed my ass all the while.
Finally, we moved into the bedroom. I laid down, he removed whatever articles of clothing remained and we continued kissing passionately, naked, until he kissed his way down my body to my wetness. I moaned and leaned my head back as he dove in. He licked me all around, flicking my clit with his tongue, keeping a finger inside of me, and eventually moving it to inside my ass. I let out a 'ooh!' when he did that, since that was a complete first for me. He was very gentle and eased his way in. After about 30 minutes of him sending me into pure ecstasy, he asked if I would go down on him. I said, "probably very poorly," and smiled, having told him about the smack to my confidence in performing oral by one of my past ex's. He said, "Let's just see about that," and I asked for basic instruction and went for it. Afterwards, he said I was very good and that my ex was sorely-mistaken.
We fucked briefly after, hard, and I left for my doctor's appointment... refreshed and with my head spinning a bit. We were planning on meeting again that night. And we did, around 11pm I arrived back at his doorstep... I have to admit, I felt a little bit like a hooker coming in and out of the Hilton so many times in one day.
He answered the door once again, and we made our way to the bedroom quicker this time, and more of the same as the afternoon took place. His cock was throbbing before I walked in the room, and he asked if he could come once before we started to fuck. I said yes, and I was cum on for the first time... my tits more specifically. I enjoyed it except for the fact that I hadn't been able to put my hair back before, so when he came, I was afraid of it getting in my hair. We kissed passionately, briefly, then fucked. I dressed, he kissed me goodnight and I made my way home to go to work in the morning.
Thursday night soon came... and after I got home that night from a long day of work, and he returned home from a business dinner, I made my way over to the Hilton once more. He took me in his arms a final time, and it'd be repetitive to say what we did, but this time, he'd bought lube and I supplied the condoms this time, so we were going to take a stab at anal. The only other time I'd tried anal was with my boyfriend from high school, who was also a completely virgin before we started dating, so we both had no idea what to do... so it was a horrible mess. Mr. Hilton Hotel though had done it before, and he seemed to know just how to go about loosening me up.
He put a condom on and lubed up, LOTS of lube. I got on all fours and clenched my fists, and gritted my teeth, preparing to endure the most horrible of horrible pains. It took him about 20 minutes to fully insert himself, but we fucked that way briefly, and I loosened up a bit. Finally though I pulled away, requesting that we finish traditionally. He obliged and changed his condom, answering, "if I was an asshole, I'd use the same condom. You can get infections if you use the same one," to my naive questioning of why he was changing his condom. Wow, he really was a good guy!
He was on top first, then I rode him, which engaged him and made him cum rather quickly. I kissed him and dismounted, heading to the bathroom to nurse my painful lower body. To my surprise, there was hardly any damage done. I got dressed while he disposed of the condom in the bathroom. I kissed him goodnight once again, told him to have a safe flight back, and made my way home. He left the following afternoon!
He was so good at loosening me up, in fact, that I wasn't even sore the morning after! I think he'll be back in town in a few weeks... we shall see!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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!
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!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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.
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.
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