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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''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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'Skype'

Ever heard of the country Dominica? Me too, I have not. Well not, until I met Curtis (not his real name). 

The app that many and mostly heterogenous individuals were raving about initially had become stagnant on my phone. It was too inactive that I almost considered giving it up and deleting it completely. But my egoistic self said, hold on Piper, you got almost 600 matches. Take note that this list is already the sifted through version so that IS quite a huge number. 

Anyway, one night when I was still semi-active, a really good-looking man messages me. Obviously, I swiped right on him so looks-wise, he passed. I then checked his profile again but there weren't much info on there which gave me an idea he might be hiding something or just plain 'mysterious'. I replied to his message and we soon found ourselves chatting often still on the app. After a couple of weeks, Curtis asked if there if some other messaging app we could chat so that we could immediately reply. Gave him one and we continued chatting there. 

As with anything new, both of us were quite eager to reply and find out more about each other. Curtis would reply to my questions quite sparingly and TOO carefully. Being not that curious and not the type to prod unwilling individuals, I did not insist on him answering questions. 

One night, Curtis and I decided to meet. He brought me to his neighborhood and we went to his favorite club. It had nice music but it was quite evident that he was interested in some other thing, or should I say, someone, moi, of course. *ego is really bloating right now LMAO* We left the place after an hour and made out in his un-tinted car. He asked me if I wanted to do some other things. I coyly said, what do you mean...

He then asked if he could bring me home. Weirded by his reply, I said sure and then the 30-minute drive back to my place became one of the most heated car moments I have ever had. Curtis wanted me to suck his c*ck while he drives. What else should I do? Of course, I obliged. I gamely scooted over making sure drivers of oncoming traffic couldn't see us. I expertly positioned myself so that I could easily have him fill my mouth completely. I reminded him to have his eyes on the road although I can say that it was not an easy feat for him. Thankfully, we arrived safely at my place. He quickly parked the car and we both went to my place. 

That night, Curtis and I had the first of several trysts in a span of two months. Curtis was selfless, rough (as I like sometimes), and very open to trying out new things. One of the things I tried with him which the voyeur in me particularly enjoyed was being watched through Skype. 

This thought has always played in my mind and I have openly mentioned this to Curtis, who seem to be 'game' with anything I say. Seriously, it was too good to be true. I always tell him I want to watch him do another girl or have him watch me be f*cked by another guy. Both situations aroused us immensely. 

One afternoon, he was there in my apartment and we played with this thought. At that moment, I remembered that I mentioned this fantasy to one of my friends and she seemed 'open' with it. I told Curtis, why don't we call her? (Of course I know that she was just home then since she and I were just messaging prior to him arriving at my place.) 

I excitedly immediately called her. She picked up the phone and asked her if she wanted to watch. Marie* (not her real name) uttered, "I am shy." I somewhat told her that she will just watch and nothing else. Thankfully (thanks Marie!) she eventually obliged. 

Curtis was holding my phone while I rode him like crazy. I was not even aware of Marie anymore. Just the thought that we are doing it to a real audience was enough to make me pump on him like crazy. Curtis, who's normally not so loud, was more expressive that day too. After riding him, he proceeded to suck my tits and moving the phone so that Marie can see clearly. Soon after, he asked me to assume doggy position and roughly moved in me. The whole time, he was deftly moving the phone so Marie can view various angles of our position. He even grabbed my hair as he thrusted in me. Soon after, he pulled out and came. 

We then said our goodbyes and ended the call. Marie teased me incessantly after but I was kind of sure she and I had a stronger bond after that virtual viewing experience. 

It was one of the hottest moments I had with Curtis and I was also glad the be able to share with a friend. 

Miss Behaving

Who ever thought a horror movie would lead to some sexy time? Definitely, not me. 

I have known Carter (not his real name, of course) for almost one year now. How or where? In spite of how we met, Carter was upfront and honest from the very beginning: he is married and only wanted to have friends in this new area. 

I was initially doubtful of this coz who in his right mind would be in an online dating website to just be friends. But after messaging several times and him deleting his account in that website, I realized he is telling the truth, or at least the most part. I then maintained it like that. We could exchange messages and/or snaps but then after a while his messages became less and less. Thinking that his wife might already be here then I just went on with my life. 

Many months after, I received a snap from him. And a few months ago, I saw him in an event in the base he works in. In spite of us not meeting in person prior (we were supposed to but eventually had to cancel), he (and I) recognized each other in that festival. Since it has been a while, I have to say that I decidedly tried to forget him but I knew that he is probably still in my snaps. And he was. So I sent him a message. And told me again his name. I have to admit that I still find him attractive. (In college, I had the hots for Tracy McGrady and he looks like him with a few more pounds and paler skin). 

Since then, he and I communicated again, albeit not on a regular basis. He would sometimes send me a snap or message me via LINE, mostly random and meaningless messages. Probably just bored from work. Nonetheless, I would reply whenever I can. 

Quite recently, it became more regular until he and I finally decided to meet and hang out, like (and as) friends. And it finally happened after two cancellations (due to his work schedule) and my incessant nagging (I was really bored). 

He picked me up from the station and his house was a short drive away (less than 5minutes). Ever so casually, we entered his house and he remarked to me, "you are the first woman to ever come here..." I was surprised and I said, "thank you". He then asked me what I wanted to eat and we both agreed on pizza. It was initially awkward since this was the first time he and I were left alone. 

Prior to this, we also spoke that we will both "behave" and just simply hang out. 

Soon after he ordered pizza, we decided to choose a movie. We both agreed on any horror movie and eventually agreed on Annabelle. The pizza was delivered and then we ate. 

                                                  He also casually said I could sleep over at his place. 

He then took the trash to the kitchen, switched off the lights, and we both settled on the couch. Initially, we were both at the different ends of the couch until we soon got closer and closer...

Soon, he was lying on the couch and I was beside him. I laid my head on his chest. It was a nice feeling. Comfy, even. We then concentrated on the movie although I could feel his hand slightly rubbing on my arms. I did not really make a fuss until for some weird reason, I started getting naughty...

I can feel his hands still rubbing my arm and getting closer to my breasts so I finally grabbed his hand and placed it on my right breast. I still continued to watch the movie but I can feel him becoming more focused on what he was doing to me. Eventually too, I felt something else. Carter is tall (possibly 6'1 or 6'2) and as I am beside him, I can feel something get hard. I pointedly ignored it and let him just touch me...

As the movie got scarier and scarier, his cock got harder and harder and his hands got bolder and bolder (in his exploration). Soon, his hand exposed my breasts out of my bra. And his cock, I already took out from his shorts. It was big, alright. Just the perfect girth and length. In fact, it is the perfect cock, as far as I am concerned. 

I slowly rubbed it and started moving my hand up and down, while still watching the movie. Unconsciously, I was making him excited and I heard him moan. The moan encouraged me to move my hand faster, and quite eagerly. Cannot control my urge anymore, I sucked his big, throbbing cock. It tasted really good. And as expected, it was the perfect size in my mouth --- not too small but not too big. Just perfect that I could suck it all in yet can still make me slightly gag and possibly, choke. I can feel Carter's eyes watching me intently as I slowly put every inch of his manhood in my mouth. The moans started getting louder and louder. I can then also taste some pre-cum, which he confirmed. 

We finished the movie but it was quite clear there was still some unfinished business. Carter then led me to the guest room (where I will be staying). It was then that he also offered to give me the massage that he promised me via SNS messages. I then said, let me just give you the massage instead. He obliged and went on to get some oil from his room. Shortly after, he came back and took off his shirt. I then started massaging him in the best and most relaxing way I know how. Once I am done with his back, he then removed his boxers and I saw his cute bum. Quite sexy, I must say and this man is clearly confident in his own skin. A huge turn on. He said I could opt not to massage his bum but I said it's okay and I did. As soon as I am done, he then turned over and once again I am face-to-face with his perfect cock. 

Inevitably, I grabbed it and sucked it anew. I seemed to get enough of it. I love its taste and smell. I then sucked and sucked until it is wet with my saliva. I also tried to put it all in my mouth, again. And I loved it. And Carter did too. 

He then asked me to scoot over so that I am lying on my chest. I then felt his hands slowly pull down my pants and underwear, revealing my butt. (He is a boobs and butt person). Before I could say anything, he slowly placed his cock between my butt cheeks. He did not put it in rather he rubbed it tightly between my bum, which was a huge turn on for both of us. 

Unable to control myself, I pushed him back on the bed and sucked his cock again. I then frantically moved my head so that I am rocking it and back and forth his cock. It was so good and his cock was delicious as fuck. He whispered to me that if I do not stop, he would come soon and I said, that was the idea, right? He also asked where I would want his cum. And I said, where do you want... I responded, "in my mouth..." 

As soon as I said that, he stood up and positioned himself standing on the bed and pressed his cock on my mouth. He then fucked my mouth perfectly. Its angle was just perfect and it was the best cock-fucking-my-mouth experiences I have ever had. 

Carter then said, "I am near" and reminded me how he cums a lot. I looked at him and said, "I was ready" and soon after he came in my mouth...everything was soon swallowed by me...

We then hugged a bit and kissed lightly and said good night to each other. 

That was me (and him) not misbehaving... 



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