H & A

This is the first (and hopefully not the last) time in my blog that I will have a guy’s take on the events that transpired 
between him and I.

In this post, I am Artemis (A), and he is Hunter (H). 

Before Meeting

A: I met Hunter from a popular adult lifestyle site. I have not met anyone from that site in spite of my several attempts 
in using it. Most of the messages I would get was too straightforward for my liking. I know, right? The irony of me 
having this blog yet be ‘offended’ somewhat by these messages. But yes, I still crave for intelligent, sensible, and  
mature conversation in this forum (more, if I may add). I placed my location as the place where Hunter currently 
lives (as I would find out later on) since I feel like there were more open-minded people within the area. (It still 
remains to be seen whether this is true or not). I cannot remember (and I am too lazy now to check) who 

messaged who first but the bottom line is messages were sent. Very lame messages, as I would later find out. 
 I still cannot believe he would waste his time with me (glad he did though).

H: She totally messaged first. I got a “hello” followed by silence for about 24h, then another “hey there” followed 
by 24h of silence… Eventually she DID actually talk to me, though! Just in time for us to find out that we were 
in each other’s “home” and would miss each other because of our flights. Haha.

Hunter and I spoke on the phone before his flight, and it was the beginning of many pleasant convos with him. 
Ironically, and in spite of the site we met in, Hunter and I talked about non-sexual stuff. At least in the beginning. 
I was infatuated with someone else and he kind of encouraged me to send him the letter I made. Over the next 
few days though, he and I talked about more stuff. I looked forward to his perky voice and that never fails to 
make me smile and I thought, whoa, this person is not only just a horny man but more.

We’d end up teasing each other on several occasions. He made this a ‘common’ thing that there was one day 
that I eventually decided to not wear any underwear.

First Meeting

Friday.

I woke up that day feeling anxious and excited. I made sure that my tiny apartment is clean before I leave. I also 
made sure no granny panties will be in my bag (not that there’s anything wrong with them), just in case he does 
not reject me. Everything that day seemed just right. I managed to finish cleaning my place with just enough 
time to get the train then get the bus to the airport. I was able to quickly check in and manage to sit and wait 
comfortably at the boarding gate.

I was overthinking again (no surprise there) while listening to some music. I was like, “what if he walks away 
and leaves me at the airport.” What if all those build up (days before) would just end with me touching myself, 
alone. I cringed. Not the weekend I “imagined.”  

I was oblivious to people around me also waiting to board the flight. I didn’t even get to do my favorite pastime: 
people-watching. I was still nervous when I was in the plane that the thought of transferring seats near the 
window did not entice me (I was alone in my row). I managed to nap a bit and drink some coffee. After a few hours, 
I am finally there. Just a few more minutes and I’d be faced with the scary truth. We messaged each other and 
I apologized the flight was late. Being his usual funny self, he made a comment about me not being the pilot 
anyway. I thought to myself, at least he and I would have fun coz he’s funny and uhm, I can be funny too. I went 
to the bathroom to freshen up. I contemplated on brushing my teeth again but I thought, “Nah, he won’t kiss me, 
at least not yet…” After checking how I look in the bathroom mirror, I walked towards the exit. To distract myself, 
I managed to make a snap. Whew. Breathe, I reminded myself. I just know he’s tall and white but his face I 
couldn’t really recall. Just that he looks really kind.

One more turn and I’m almost out. The other passengers in the flight were still waiting for their luggage. I sighed 
deeply one last time and stepped out. I was like, “who am I looking for…” Then I saw this tall, smiling, and 
friendly-looking guy approach me. I thought, at least he’s smiling before he rejects me. And before I could think 
any more, he hugged me. Tight. I wanted to hug him back with the same intensity but what he told me was 
playing back in my mind, so I gave him an ‘acceptable enough’ hug.

H: I saw her walk out of the baggage claim looking around and I just made a beeline for her. “Hey Artemis,” I yelled. 
She had about two seconds of recognition before I hugged her.

Hunter and I walked outside towards the parking area. I was still surprised as to how he  hasn’t rejected me yet. 
I thought maybe he would later. Once there in the parking area, we reached the elevator, and that’s when what I 
never thought happened. Hunter kissed me. His act caught me by surprise that I didn’t get to respond properly 
and accordingly (haha). 

H: Yup. As soon as the doors closed, I tapped her on the shoulder grabbed her face and just planted it on her. 
Definitely a “Wait… what?” response was received.

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My Young Guy Series : How We Met and the First Meeting

I was never into way younger men until I met Young Guy (YG). I never really asked him how he feels about me constantly calling him YG, but it is what it is. I am 13 years older than him, but that fact never bothered him. If any, it made him more curious whether he and I actually have chemistry. I guess for younger men (or women) this becomes a challenge (or fantasy) of some sort.

YG is good looking but not my type (when I met him, I was in my white boy phase, go figure). I find him too thin for my liking. I prefer a man who looks like a man, feminist friends will kill me, but I want a man who's strong, not necessarily buffed and all but someone who can protect me. Anyway, YG is fit and very fashionable. And being the millennial that he is, he uses hashtags every chance he gets and still makes me cringe sometimes.
Nonetheless, my curiosity got the better of me, and I still communicate with him. He and I met at the ever popular swiping app. No surprise there. Thankfully, he is smart too. He and I had chemistry as we were chatting and I had to admit I was intrigued by his smooth and consistent description of what he likes and not like. We went through the perfunctionary selfies and whole body shots (naked and otherwise) and we were still pretty much satisfied with what we saw. Through the pictures, I can say that his cock wasn't as big as others I have been with but I was still hopeful it'd be the opposite. 

I would only found out about it almost a month after we started chatting. 

He and I have been sending messages back and forth in almost a month when our schedule finally matched. It was a bit difficult since his family was visiting and I was busy with other stuff too. But everything soon worked out well. 

Since I was adamant that we meet halfway, the equally stubborn YG finally just booked me a room in a hotel near his area. I was coming from a couple of gatherings that night so I finally obliged. I was nervous but I thought, what's the worst thing that could possibly happen. He seemed excited because he kept on calling me every now and then (asking where I already was) and providing specific instructions. He said he will wait in front of the hotel. 

I was walking hurriedly to the place although I also made sure to check how I looked. As with any first time meeting, you're a combination of anxiousness and  excitement. Then I saw him. He's taller than I expected. He's about 5'10; I did confirm with him afterwards and he said correct. Looks like a model who's in a photo shott and I suddenly and slightly felt intimidated and self-conscious but what the heck, I know I can give him something he wants.  As soon as he saw me, his face lit up and he smiled. That made me relax. 

We proceeded to the front desk so that I could properly check in. He seemed legit and not afraid to use his real name. I immediately felt 'safe' and unafraid. It made me feel like I could trust him. He asked me if I wanted to have room delivered to the room and I politely declined. Soon after, we entered my room. I asked him how much time he has and he said maybe a couple of hours before he have to pick up his family from shopping. There was a brief awkward silence after that and then we both started talking. He then stopped and said, please talk and I said, "no, after you..." And boy, he did. We talked about our background, sexual motivation, interests, etc. We wanted to get to know each other more while gauging if we have chemistry. 

Conversation was easy and unforced. It was a relaxing time just talk with him about anything. I even thought to myself why I did not make time for it sooner. After talking for about 30 minutes, we both stopped then as if we were both thinking of it, we leaned closer and we kissed. That kiss was somewhat long and seemed to seal the deal. We agreed we'd be FWB (his term not mine coz if I would have it, I'd call it fuck buddy) but sexually exclusive. I told him we both can date other people and we just try to remain honest with each other. 

After we kissed, he looked at me expectantly. 

I stared back as if to say, "yes?" 

He smiled and he said, "I wanna feel your lips elsewhere..." His voice trailed off because at that moment I moved my head down to his cock...

(to be continued...)

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Spurt

To those who have been following my blog over the years, I think I have mentioned often that I have no problems making friends and meeting with other people. One of the apps that I have used for this purpose (and not necessarily for hookups) is Whisper. I like this app because it is anonymous, simple, and straightforward. You can post rants and raves from anything to everything and other people can easily like it (by clicking on the heart), replying to it (with another whisper), or chat with the poster. 

My most successful interaction to date here has to be the two guys I ended up having threesome with but that is up for another post. :p

This post is all about Adam (not his real name, of course). Adam responded to a whisper I posted by chat. He is very engaging, witty, and as I would found out later on, very sexy yummy! I honestly cannot remember who started the sexy banter but the wholesome convo soon turned into raunchy, sexy, and hot convo. Soon after, we were trading pictures with less and less clothing involved. 

I have to admit, Adam is hot. He is very muscular and clearly works out a lot (not personally my type) that may look intimidating to most people until you see his kind face. If you don't see his physique and just basing on looks alone, you would definitely wanna bring this gentle giant home to your folks. 

Anyway, on the same day Adam and I chatted, he and I agreed to meet immediately. Thankfully, he and I found each other "okay" enough or perhaps we were both just turned on. Whatever the reason, Adam and I were soon in my room. 

This playful man, in spite of his very aggressive words, was not that aggressive in person. I remember leaning forward and letting him touch my puppies. Soon after though, he was no longer shy. He leaned forward and soon managed to convince me to remove what I was wearing. He sucking on my tits was one of the most pleasurable things ever. His mouth just placed the right amount of pressure and his sucking movement was enough to elicit pleasure. I vividly remember moaning softly. Soon after, Adam showed me in the flesh what he has been showing me through pictures. It was just right for his size (height and physique); I honestly thought it could be smaller since most guys who work out seem to have tiny cocks. :p 

I was teasing Adam with my puppies while lightly touching his cock. He asked me to put in my mouth. Being the playful woman that I am, I told him I would suck and/or kiss and/or lick for each true information he gives me. I need not wait long coz soon after Adam gave me his autobiography, compact version, of course. He and I did not plan on doing the deed on that day although with how the chemistry was between us, it was inevitable. 

At this point however, I was continually and alternately sucking and stroking him. I remember thinking to suggest to him that we get totally naked soon so that we could do the deed. I was gonna say that hence I took a quick pause from my task until 1, 2, 3 boom, Adam spurted!



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''Snagged" (Part 1)

If you have been following my posts then you would have known that I have been open to seeing men from other countries. Not that there have been many of them. Like Josh, 'Paolo' is Italian-American. He has been living in the country I am in for more than 10 years now. As with most people (read: guys), they have this fascination with the women (or men) here apart from the 'culture'. Paolo is no different. He has this obsession with anything related to this country and women, are no different. He got married and eventually had three kids. Unfortunately, (for them), they ended their marriage more than a year before I met him. 

I met Paolo on Tinder. He started the conversation with me on the messaging platform of the app. He was witty, engaging, and well, likes the same things I do in terms of movies, music, and travel. He and I eventually changed contacts in another messaging app and we continued chatting there. Paolo's very witty so our messages usually became highlights of my day. One night, he and I finally talked about when we were gonna meet. We agreed on a  weekday night. 

On the night that he and I were going to meet, I texted him one last time and asked how I would recognize him (just in case the Tinder picture is so far from the real --- this happens!). He described himself as bearded and balding. To be honest, I got kind of taken aback coz his pictures weren't that. As I was focused on my thoughts and thinking of possible reasons I could end the meeting early, I saw him. Well, true to his description, he was indeed balding and bearded but he still looked as handsome as the man in the pictures, although clearly much older. 

I have to admit I find everything about Paolo that night cute. His hesitant and shy disposition was such a huge turn on to me. He and I had Japanese dinner and the attraction deepened as we talked more. Light flirting and touching soon ensued. After dinner, he and I held hands as we walked around that neighborhood. There was something about Paolo that made me wanna cuddle (with him) and touch him that night. I think he wanted the same too but only possibly because of his lack of action. 

Yes, I know, overthinking me. Couldn't help it. Nonetheless, Paolo and I soon find ourselves in agreement about wanting to be with each other. Something about this man made me qualm any doubts or reservations I have. 

Paolo and I entered the room and as soon as he closed the door, he kissed me. Softly, at first. And then soon his kisses became more urgent and deeper. Paolo then helped me out of my top. Kissing my neck as he removed the buttons of my blouse. He is taking his time but I can see his eyes getting more intense as less and less of my clothes remain. 

Finally, I only have bra and underwear on. Paolo also removed his clothes until only his boxers were left. He then led me to the bed. We kissed again. I was thinking this guy really knows how to kiss. (It was very soft and not like the type that you'd probably end up dead because of their tongue piercing your mouth.) He moved his mouth towards my neck again but this time he was more intent on going for my breasts. He expertly removed my bra and soon enough Paolo's soft and warm lips were on my breasts. He took his time sucking on them. I can tell that he clearly loved doing that. As he was doing that, his hands were also busy removing my underwear. Not to be outdone, I then used my hands too to get his boxers gone too. And I was successful. 

As he realized what I had successfully done, he moved his mouth again into kissing my lips. The warmth and softness of his lips had some sort of spark. I reached for his already hard member and I know that it won't be long before I would feel it fill me. However, I wanted to do something more for him. I then moved my body so that John can be on the bed. I kissed him on his lips and then proceeded making small kisses on his neck (with a necklace he never removes; Paolo and I obviously met again after this) then to his chest, his stomach part, and finally down there. 

I proceeded to kiss Paolo's c*ck. I noticed how his c*ck's head is bigger than the usual. It got me excited. As with my usual 'style', I stare at my partner's eyes and then proceeded on kissing his c*ck. I was very careful to be slow in doing so but I had to admit the excitement in me was reaching its peak too. I am getting excited and I cannot keep it any longer but I have to do what I have always enjoyed doing. I sucked Paolo's entire full and hard c*ck. I felt his largeness hitting my braces' grills (I had braces during my adult years and was only removed fairly recently). I adjusted and opened my mouth a bit bigger so he won't feel pain. Paolo was very much excited by what my mouth was doing to him that he would voluntarily (and eagerly) moved his body upwards to meet my mouth. Our bodies were moving in sync. It has been a while since I felt this harmony with anyone. 

Soon after, he moved me back to the bed. I already knew what he was going to do. 

He kissed me briefly on my lips and settled himself on top of me. He reached for his rubber and placed it on his c*ck. He licked his fingers and rubbed my already wet pussy. His c*ck was already waiting outside my hole and so was I. In spite of that though, I did not expect how his c*ck's big head would still hurt me. It hurt a lot as he was pushing down his weight on me. He can see I was in pain so he would too cautiously put it in. Until finally, it was all in. He moved so slowly too before he pumped in me. Oh boy, it felt great. The pain was there but once he started moving and in rhythm with my body, all hell broke lose. I was gripping his shoulders with both my hands. His every pump was hitting me in all the right places that I felt (or thought) that I was gonna come soon. In a few minutes however we both did...we were both well spent wondering what the hell happened...

Suddenly becoming self-conscious, I moved and went to the shower...I left the door unlocked though knowing that the night is still young...


to be continued...




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★ Piper ★

My "Innocent Boy" Continued...

Before reading this, make sure you have read this. 




From last post...~~~ I thought to myself: this is not good yet at that time, I did not have time to think, what I only wanted was to continue kissing this sweet, seemingly innocent boy on top of me...

In the semi-dark room, Mike and I continue to kiss. As the kiss deepened, I felt Mike's hands in other areas of my body. Instinctively, I would groan and moan as he managed to successfully touch (and tickle) sensitive areas of my body. For someone so young and whom I refer as "innocent", he clearly is not. 

Mike touched my body like it has never been caressed before. He then went back to my breasts and started sucking on them. I was moaning louder than expected but we did not care. He reached for my hand and guided it to his huge cock. And that's when I felt the image of my "innocent boy" slowly dissipating.

Mike's cock is long, full, and clearly not one of a 'boy'. Like a curious kid, I swiftly let my fingers and my hand stroke him in the way I know how. He groaned and moaned. His manhood seemed to have a mind on its own. I was excited as to how much pleasure his cock would bring me. 

I need not wait long...

Mike then positioned himself to allow ourselves to kiss. A kiss that seemed to seal what will happen. A kiss that signifies my permission. A kiss that signalled the beginning of an amazing night. 

The kiss was passionate and long. 
Sweet yet sensual. 
Teasing yet prodding. 
Taunting. 


Letting me know it is up to me to guide on what will happen next...

And that I did. 

After what seemed (and felt) like forever of Mike and I kissing, I briefly stopped and then looked at his eyes. He knew. He was waiting for it. And he saw it. 

Mike then quickly got something from his bag (rubber, obviously) and placed it around his very hard (and big) cock. He then gently positioned himself on top of me. He kissed me again on the forehead, eyes, and then my lips. Soon after, I then felt his hardness. I already had a preview that it was long and big but it was still difficult when he tried putting it on. 

I mustered all my might not to make any sound although Karl still was not back. It was not easy. Legit, it was not easy. 

I was no longer a virgin (obviously) but that night I felt like one. Mike was gifted with anatomy and skills. He has shown me how in spite of his innocent demeanor and innocent-looking boy facade, I seemed to have been deflowered that night. 

Mike introduced to me positions I have not tried. Sensations that I never thought existed. He filled me completely. And eventually, filled up his rubber. That night, we had sex twice. 

I will never forget my able, sensual, and highly innocent-looking boy...


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