I will be posting kinky in the karaoke room stories.
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Showing posts with label sexcapade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexcapade. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Kinky in the Karaoke Room
Saturday, November 3, 2018
''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 ★
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 ★
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Friday, October 26, 2018
'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.
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.
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Sunday, October 9, 2016
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
★ Piper ★
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
★ Piper ★
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