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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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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My "Innocent Boy"

I have been jaded for a while. I may have had my own bouts of 'infatuations' and then afterwards, I am over them. I seldom write about men I actually fell for but perhaps in order for me to let go of these feelings, I needed to write about it and just throw it out to the world, the universe, rather. (Props to those who got that :p)


I met a guy recently. Let us call him Mike. I met Mike in the online dating website I frequent to. When I met him, I was sort of already seeing this other guy (due to differences in interests he and I eventually went separate ways)but eventually had my entire attention to Mike. 

When I first met Mike, I had no expectations --- like zero, zilch, nada. Why? It was for the simple reason that Mike prior to us meeting already insulted me by asking the question whether we would meet as friends or was it a date. The insulted, 'older' me said snappily, "of course it is not a date, you are way too young for me." In fact, he is. His picture alone clearly reminded me of our age difference. Mike is white and although I have not really been dating American Caucasians, it is not a bad thing for me. Plus, his height clearly was in my preferred range. Nonetheless, friends was what I said so friends it will be. 

I met Mike and his best friend we shall call Karl at a major and busy area in the city where I live. After some frustrating messages, I eventually found them just as he described. The first thing I noticed was Karl being very young and I was like, wow, they are really way out of my league. And then I briefly glanced at Mike. He did not look 6'2 as he said but it was apparently because his back was always hunched hence. His look was very typical American boy next door; not handsome handsome but definitely not bad looking. Plus I like how he easily smiled back at me. I brought them to an izakaya place where they both said they wouldn't be able to order if I weren't with them. We then had coffee at another place within the area then we parted ways. No holding hands. No kiss. No arm brushing. No hugs. In short, it was the most wholesome date I have ever had in a while. 

We both then went to our respective ways after. That same night, Mike sent me the picture from the izakaya place (coz my phone was dead earlier) and also told me how he and his friend enjoyed the place I told them. As I was gonna be busy, I did promise him that I will show he and his friend some more areas before they leave.

We did not text the following day. 

Two days after we met(Saturday), he began texting me more and I guess that's where the flirting began. And before I knew it, we were talking (chatting) about him checking me out and me totally oblivious about it. Over the course of the next couple of days, Mike and I would send messages but my entire impression of him was still an innocent boy with his kind eyes and boyish demeanor. Not that of someone I would be intimate with. 

But all those dissipated when Mike and I met again for the second time. He was still somewhat shy but as soon as I made the first move of reaching for his hand, everything else felt natural and automatic between the two of us. As soon as we arrived to the Airbnb place he shares with Karl, Mike and I were more relaxed with each other. Karl was there at their place so Mike and I were just joking around on their place's sofa. It was relaxed and fun -- not my usual pre-sex moves. Karl, as if on cue, suddenly had to leave their place at midnight. I then looked at Mike (suddenly shy) but he said Karl may have to buy something. And in my mind, I was like, "yeah right." 

As soon as Karl left, I became self-conscious of Mike. I still see him as an innocent boy but I have to admit that on that night, he suddenly became someone else in my eyes. Being intimate with him somewhat made me excited but I still did not know how it would turn out. What if I disappoint him? After all, he was still way younger than me not to mention different culturally. Such insecurities came to mind but were soon to be erased when he and I went to the other room. I was scared of being close to him. It was weird because I was never the type to be overwhelmed with things like this but he and I soon snuggled towards each other, and boy, it felt good. His body frame accommodated my body perfectly. His face fell strategically on my forehead which gave him perfect access to my forehead. It was blissful. Refreshingly, it did not feel like it was going to be a one night stand. Mike's body was not perfect and so was mine but for me, it was what I would have asked for. We started caressing each other and I have to admit that for an innocent boy, his hands clearly were not innocent enough. He expertly went through my top and easily removed my bra. He sucked my tits and boy, it did feel good. He sucked them so softly at first and then with persistence later on. Soft and eager, just the way I like it. It was also not so saliva-ish. I am slowly beginning to lose my mind. 

Then Mike and I kissed. I was surprised by the kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt a spark that I would only feel for men I care for. 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...

(continued here...)




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Ass-loving Asshole Part 1

I have a backlog of posts but I decided to post this right now. 

Let's call him D.G. 

He's European and has only been here to where I am for eight weeks. 
He's tall, good-looking, middle-aged man (he's 38 and let's just say that he looks his age or maybe slightly older because of his built too). He has piercing blue eyes and it's quite apparent that he has had his own share of women. Not bad, right? 

I seldom ask for info about guys I date or I hook up with (To women reading this, do not imitate this!!!). Anyway, I later found out his complete name anyway and complete address. 

I met D.G. in an online dating site I have been frequenting these past few months. He's not my type physically, especially if I were to base it on his profile picture there. Clearly not my type but there was something  about him that prodded me to send him a message. And I did. He promptly responded and proceeded to ask me what I was looking for in the site. I told him and apparently we are/were on the same page: just someone easy (to be with) and fun. We then exchanged messenger apps details and continued getting to know each other there.

Our conversation was pretty straightforward --- asking about some personal stuff then asking about physical and sexual stuff. Pictures were then sent and the interest was still there and mutual.

What ensued were sexy, provocative, and adult-content type of messages between us. It was cute and sexy. And it was good that he understood that I didn't like cock pics too much --- I'd rather imagine on my own on what's beneath his shirt or underwear. 

We agreed to meet on a weekend but perhaps his excitement was too much he begged that we meet on a Friday. I had another thing with some friends but he was willing to wait. He also had a thing with co-workers but he decided he will not join them in the next venue. 

It was almost midnight when I finally was on my way to his area. He kept on asking me to "decide now" etc and since I was also somewhat curious as to how he will be in bed and a bit horny too then so I decided I will really go to where he is. I am running low on battery so I only messaged him to confirm that I am indeed on my way and he should pick me up at his station. 

I should have taken those messages as a sign of not-so good things yet I did not. I lost count of the number of times I told him that I am running low on battery but I will be there. I switched off my phone and once I checked, a wave of messages from him came again. This time asking why I wasn't replying and whether I will go or not. I told him again that I am on my way and just very low on battery hence I switched it off. I told him that I am like 30 minutes away and already on this train line. He said okay. So I thought that was already clear. 

I had to make one more change before his stop so I decided to save my battery again and switch off my phone. I then told myself that I will just switch it on once I am on the line going to his station. I was calm since I (1) already told him I am on my way; (2) he acknowledged it; and (3) he said he will wait for me at the station. 

As soon as I got off the previous train line, I practically ran to my last train line which is three stops to his station. As soon as I am seated, I switched on my phone. Like before, I had a long list of messages (which I initially thought might have been mis-sent to me). One message even had a lithany of him talking with his Mom etc. It was later on that I realized he was apologizing why he cannot (or can no longer) pick me up from the station coz of this and that. Of course, I was furious. The nerve of this guy asking me to go a long way and the least thing he could do was fucking pick me up from his station! 

I am normally not a very demanding woman but this guy has stretched my patience thin. I then messaged him, "pick me up from the station." I was this close to saying or else I will leave but I am down to my 2% battery plus there were no more trains and I was in a place where I don't know anyone. To make things worse, it started to drizzle. And in my mind, I was like this guy better be fucking good in bed or else...

Since I know that he will be coming from where he lives, I decided to might as well freshen up in the bathroom and take my time. He then sent me a barrage of messages (this guy does not stop, I tell you) giving me instructions etc. I ignored his messages and finally just read them as soon as I'm done with my retouch. He was (again) giving me instructions to start walking to his direction so we could just meet halfway and again I replied tersely that no, I will not walk. I will wait for him at the station. I told him again how it's the least thing he could do especially since my an hour or so travel. 

He replied to me if I was complaining. I breathed before I composed my reply. I said, "I travelled all the way here, does it look like I didn't want to be here. Please just pick me up." But then in my mind I was like, fuck you, old asshole. Technically he isn't that old but since I have gotten used to dating younger guys plus my dislike for him at that moment was at an all-time high, I was cursing him in my mind. 

He messaged me that he is on his way and he asked me to start walking as well. I sighed. I was already tired and was not in the mood to argue anymore. I then started walking and following some of the steps he said. I also repeatedly asked him where he was. His standard reply: "I am on my way." Defeated, I started walking past the 711 and crossed the small bridge he described. Thinking he lives in one of those buildings nearby, I then sent him another message. He replied: "I am very near and asked where I was." I told him I was already at the end of the bridge. I also messaged him: "I'm tired." He said he is too.

Finally and after what seemed like forever, I get a message from him. "Walk further; I can already see you." And the only thing I saw was a light from a phone and then he seemed to wave it to me. I then slowly walked towards him. 

He is taller than I imagined him to be. He said he's 6'1 but my guess is he's probably 6'3. He has an intimidating presence (which had I known then I wouldn't 'bully' him coz he can probably beat my ass anytime lol). As we walked toward his house, there was an initial, awkward silence. He then broke the ice by telling him about his Mom's call. I then proceeded to console him it'll be okay, she'll be okay. I also couldn't help but notice how he kept on looking at me, maybe to find out if I'm fuckable enough or not...LOL

His place (I later found out it's a two-story house) was not so near; maybe around 12 minutes from the station. I normally don't complain with walks but I had a long day not to mention slightly pissed off at him. But what am I to do...His place clearly shows he hasn't been in the country that long, aside from the fact that he lives alone and single. 


~to be continued here


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