Combine me being in Vegas with the fight I recently had with Germany- yes, I'm still seeing him even though the last time I posted, I talked about leaving him- and nothing with time on my hands, I'm sure there will be some good stories to post. Today starts the adventure.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Guess who's in Las Vegas this week?
So I'm in Las Vegas this week for work. Just being able to come on this trip required a bit of haggling on my part but now I'm here and thinking about what I can do to make this trip more fun. Since I found out that I'd be coming to this convention, I've been very concerned about having to hang out with my co-workers. While my co-workers are nice enough, we couldn't be more different; my team is all male, all married and in general boring. Even with a private room, it's going to be hard to do my usual Vegas thing- dressing slutty, getting drunk, making out with strangers.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Starting to get bored
For almost a year now, I've been seeing a married German man. While I appreciate his charming accent, willingness to pick up the tab and gentle manner, I'm starting to get bored. I love knowing that I can make suggestions to do stuff and he always says yes but I hate having to work within the schedule. Two days out of the week we spend the night together and act like teenage lovers but in exchange for that time together, I have deal with phone calls from the wife, conversations about the wife and the kid. In general I don't like to date or be involved with men that have kids and/or a wife- it's just an annoyance I don't want to deal with. Our plans have been canceled on more than one occasion due to the kid- so fucking annoying.
So for the last few weeks I've been thinking about telling Germany that our time together is over. Now understand that I'm no silly girl who thinks he's going to leave his wife for me. I have never thought that but I just didn't realize how much of a drag it would be to deal with someone who's not truly free. I'm not sure if now is the right time, although I'm sure there's no good or easy time to say goodbye but I need to make a change. I should also work on getting some guys lined up so I can follow a great piece of advice about break ups: the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Sex in the bathroom
Happy New Year! I've decided to start the year by talking about the most exciting sexual thing I did all of last year. Now, to narrow it down to one thing over an entire year is a big task but when I think about how exciting it was every time it happened, well I knew there could only be one answer.
Once I decided to take a chance on seeing a married man (Germany), it turned out that he was just like what I'd heard about married men on TV and in articles - starved for attention, open to just about anything and willing to pay for everything. His sexual appetite was insatiable, his willingness to please me seemed without limit and his was always full of compliments. Since we work relatively close to each other, we'd meet after work for dinner and drinks. I usually chose the places we'd meet at and one day I decided to meet at a hotel bar. I like hotel bars- they seem full of possibilities; with people meeting for one time or on going trysts. It's a very anonymous place considering it's often full.
Germany and I meet at Hotel Delaney and begin enjoying some drinks. He has asked me not to wear panties and I willingly agree. As we're enjoying drinks, Germany asks me to warm up the cherry in his drink by putting it inside of me. We continue to drink and make out like teenagers and after a few minutes, I give him his cherry back- all nice and warm. We've been in the bar about two hours and now I'm a little drunk and horny. We decide to leave so we can get back to his place and fuck. On our way out, I tell him that I need to use the bathroom.
We get downstairs to the bathroom and notice that no one around. I enter the women's bathroom and it's completely empty. I go back to the door and grab Germany and lead him into the stall at the end. The large handicap stall was perfect for what we had in mind. Up until this point, I'd never had sex in a public bathroom. The combination of drinks, arousal and general excitement was overwhelming! As luck would have it, Germany had just bought a new box of condoms and they were in his briefcase which he had with him.
I pulled up my dress and pull down Germany's pants. As Germany fumbles around to get a condom, I give him a blow job. He pulls out the condom and I put it in my mouth and push it over his dick, while he fingers me. While we're trying to find a position that works for both of us- my back against the wall, his back against the wall, pressed in a corner, balancing on the rail, etc- someone comes into the bathroom. We immediately have to be quiet and wait until this lady leaves the bathroom. After she flushes the toilet, I hear her walking towards our stall but she doesn't come all the way over. I don't know if she saw 4 feet under the door or if she was just trying to get a better look at herself. At any rate, she walked out and we got back at it.
Finally we find a position that works- facing the corner, I grab my ankles and he enters me from behind. Germany is slapping my ass and going to town on me. It's so exciting and feels great and we both come in an explosion. After the sex, I finally get to go to the bathroom- in all the excitement I had forgotten to go. We leave the bathroom with no one seeing us.
Since that first time, we have gone back three times to use that stall. Luckily we space out our trips to the hotel, so no one knows we go there just to fuck in the bathroom.
Once I decided to take a chance on seeing a married man (Germany), it turned out that he was just like what I'd heard about married men on TV and in articles - starved for attention, open to just about anything and willing to pay for everything. His sexual appetite was insatiable, his willingness to please me seemed without limit and his was always full of compliments. Since we work relatively close to each other, we'd meet after work for dinner and drinks. I usually chose the places we'd meet at and one day I decided to meet at a hotel bar. I like hotel bars- they seem full of possibilities; with people meeting for one time or on going trysts. It's a very anonymous place considering it's often full.
Germany and I meet at Hotel Delaney and begin enjoying some drinks. He has asked me not to wear panties and I willingly agree. As we're enjoying drinks, Germany asks me to warm up the cherry in his drink by putting it inside of me. We continue to drink and make out like teenagers and after a few minutes, I give him his cherry back- all nice and warm. We've been in the bar about two hours and now I'm a little drunk and horny. We decide to leave so we can get back to his place and fuck. On our way out, I tell him that I need to use the bathroom.
We get downstairs to the bathroom and notice that no one around. I enter the women's bathroom and it's completely empty. I go back to the door and grab Germany and lead him into the stall at the end. The large handicap stall was perfect for what we had in mind. Up until this point, I'd never had sex in a public bathroom. The combination of drinks, arousal and general excitement was overwhelming! As luck would have it, Germany had just bought a new box of condoms and they were in his briefcase which he had with him.
I pulled up my dress and pull down Germany's pants. As Germany fumbles around to get a condom, I give him a blow job. He pulls out the condom and I put it in my mouth and push it over his dick, while he fingers me. While we're trying to find a position that works for both of us- my back against the wall, his back against the wall, pressed in a corner, balancing on the rail, etc- someone comes into the bathroom. We immediately have to be quiet and wait until this lady leaves the bathroom. After she flushes the toilet, I hear her walking towards our stall but she doesn't come all the way over. I don't know if she saw 4 feet under the door or if she was just trying to get a better look at herself. At any rate, she walked out and we got back at it.
Finally we find a position that works- facing the corner, I grab my ankles and he enters me from behind. Germany is slapping my ass and going to town on me. It's so exciting and feels great and we both come in an explosion. After the sex, I finally get to go to the bathroom- in all the excitement I had forgotten to go. We leave the bathroom with no one seeing us.
Since that first time, we have gone back three times to use that stall. Luckily we space out our trips to the hotel, so no one knows we go there just to fuck in the bathroom.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Surprise I'm married
A few months back I started seeing a German man. We met via CL and he is the one who bought me a bra. So he turned out to be much nicer than I expected and we began seeing each other more often; I was still seeing other people. About two months into seeing Germany, he casually mentions to me that he's married. Now I'm not trying to be morally superior to anyone but I'd rather not be involved with a married man. I just don't need the grief and I don't like worrying about being caught, followed or called by someone's wife.
Germany said he felt like he needed to be honest about his home life- you know, the wife, the kid. Up until this point we were just having a good time, now I had to make a decision about seeing someone who has what I consider a no on list. So after getting him to buy me dinner to explain his position, I decided to continue to see him. What swayed me you ask? My desire to do something I hadn't done before; I'd never knowingly been involved with a married man. After getting this sage advise "his wife is exactly that, his problem", I decided to go for it. I mean, a girl's gotta have some adventure.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
No pubes at the pool
In general I could care less about what people think about me. This whatever attitude has served me well and in some instances, gotten me in trouble. So recently I've been trying to come to terms with my growing sense of self consciousness when I go to the pool.
Like just about every woman alive, I'm trying to lose weight. So I've been going to the public pool by my job to get some exercise. Generally I go during lunch or before work; it's less crowded and I can get in and get out. The only downsize to this is that the crowd tends to be much older than those that come after work. By now, I'm sure you're thinking "so what?". Well the so what issue is that I don't have any pubes.
A few months back, I went some place new to get a bikini wax. Due to a misunderstanding between me and the waxer, I found myself with a completely bald vagina. I learned an important lesson that day, you can't say "get rid of it" to someone who's job it is to remove hair. While it was happening, I kept thinking "she'll ask how far I want to go with this" but she never did. Then before I knew it, she was pulling the hair right off the on top of the lip on side. I protested but what could I do, she had to make it even. So I grit my teeth and prepared for the other side to be made bald.
Since then, I've come to like the way this bald pussy looks and feels. And naturally it's a hit with everyone who's seen it. But back to my problem. After my swim and shower in the locker room, I find myself wondering if the other ladies in there are judging me for my lack of pubes. It's an especially big issue on Fridays when I swim before work and am waiting behind everyone in the old lady water aerobics class. I see many of these ladies on a real basis but none of them are very friendly. I like to think it's just because they're old but it could be their judgement. I probably should learn to let it go but I'm always wondering. . .
Like just about every woman alive, I'm trying to lose weight. So I've been going to the public pool by my job to get some exercise. Generally I go during lunch or before work; it's less crowded and I can get in and get out. The only downsize to this is that the crowd tends to be much older than those that come after work. By now, I'm sure you're thinking "so what?". Well the so what issue is that I don't have any pubes.
A few months back, I went some place new to get a bikini wax. Due to a misunderstanding between me and the waxer, I found myself with a completely bald vagina. I learned an important lesson that day, you can't say "get rid of it" to someone who's job it is to remove hair. While it was happening, I kept thinking "she'll ask how far I want to go with this" but she never did. Then before I knew it, she was pulling the hair right off the on top of the lip on side. I protested but what could I do, she had to make it even. So I grit my teeth and prepared for the other side to be made bald.
Since then, I've come to like the way this bald pussy looks and feels. And naturally it's a hit with everyone who's seen it. But back to my problem. After my swim and shower in the locker room, I find myself wondering if the other ladies in there are judging me for my lack of pubes. It's an especially big issue on Fridays when I swim before work and am waiting behind everyone in the old lady water aerobics class. I see many of these ladies on a real basis but none of them are very friendly. I like to think it's just because they're old but it could be their judgement. I probably should learn to let it go but I'm always wondering. . .
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
A little too late
Since I hadn't been writing the blog every few weeks like I want to, I have a story that happened last Halloween but hasn't been told on this blog. But you know Blanche says, "better late than pregnant!"
On Halloween I had no plans for the evening. My daytime plans changed to include Mick, an old man that I'd hooked up with once before. Now when I say he's old, I mean he's old- 52! When I met him, I didn't think he was that old. I thought he was about 45 but when he told me he was 52 I was shocked; he's in great shape and has the energy of a man half his age. Our first time together was spent with over 4 hours with lots of hot sweaty sex. I was definitely interested in seeing him again.
I stopped seeing Mick when he told me he was seeing someone seriously. About 2-3 months past and then he called me out of the blue to get together. In that time between that first exciting, sweaty experience and the last meeting, something had changed. While he did eat me out like I like and had a lot of pep, I just wasn't into it. And seeing him again after those months away, I wondered if I was high when we met. After the sex, I couldn't leave fast enough. I thanked him for the time together and didn't look back. It's nice when you realize you're past something or someone.
On Halloween I had no plans for the evening. My daytime plans changed to include Mick, an old man that I'd hooked up with once before. Now when I say he's old, I mean he's old- 52! When I met him, I didn't think he was that old. I thought he was about 45 but when he told me he was 52 I was shocked; he's in great shape and has the energy of a man half his age. Our first time together was spent with over 4 hours with lots of hot sweaty sex. I was definitely interested in seeing him again.
I stopped seeing Mick when he told me he was seeing someone seriously. About 2-3 months past and then he called me out of the blue to get together. In that time between that first exciting, sweaty experience and the last meeting, something had changed. While he did eat me out like I like and had a lot of pep, I just wasn't into it. And seeing him again after those months away, I wondered if I was high when we met. After the sex, I couldn't leave fast enough. I thanked him for the time together and didn't look back. It's nice when you realize you're past something or someone.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Valentines Day-Boo
This year Valentine's day came and went without much fanfare. With no valentine and not one booty call worth spending time with, I spent the day eating candy and watching tv. Not at all glamorous but more satisfying than last year. In case you don't remember, I spent Valentine's day 2009 with Terry who couldn't have been more uninterested in doing anything. I wouldn't have had any candy that day if I hadn't bought him a box. Hell even my perpetually single friend Jane had made plans for the day.
So on a day that was supposed to be filled with love and sex, my day was filled with chocolates and bad movies. I don't feel bad about how the day turned out; I had a day's worth of sex on Friday. Actually I didn't even think about the lack of valentine until Monday when several of my co-workers asked me how I spent the day and then I had to tolerate their looks when I said I didn't do anything. I couldn't tell if they were shocked that I did nothing or disappointed that I did nothing.
Oh well, there's always next year.
So on a day that was supposed to be filled with love and sex, my day was filled with chocolates and bad movies. I don't feel bad about how the day turned out; I had a day's worth of sex on Friday. Actually I didn't even think about the lack of valentine until Monday when several of my co-workers asked me how I spent the day and then I had to tolerate their looks when I said I didn't do anything. I couldn't tell if they were shocked that I did nothing or disappointed that I did nothing.
Oh well, there's always next year.
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