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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Incestous Icky Italian Part 1

Pardon my use of an alliteration. 


Let me introduce you to Giovanni (not his real name); an Italian expat.

He is a self-employed business consultant based in one of the huge cities in the world. His busy schedule does not really allow him to meet people the "normal way." Hence, he tried online dating and met Veronica. Veronica and Giovanni liked what they initially saw from their pictures posted as well as their own descriptions. They exchanged messages and then messenger apps usernames. 

As expected, their messages weren't about business and innocent nothings, naughty and sexy ones dominated it all. Sexy pictures and raunchy video calls, included. The sexual chemistry and tension was all too real they both decided to meet and finally do it. On the day they were supposed to however, Veronica had to cancel because she got sick and Giovanni was also quite sensitive he might catch something. It would have been the end of it between the two of them but the intensity and curiosity, apart from the chemistry, were just too real they decided to meet anew. As luck would have it, she was unable to make it again. 

The messages became less and less yet it did not stop. 

The attraction was just too intense. One night, Giovanni and Veronica started messaging again and exchanged naughty messages anew. That night however, Giovanni showed a different side of him. He and Veronica were doing role play sexting when he suddenly said he wanted to get her pregnant. Veronica played along with it but it didn't end there: Giovanni said that he wanted their beautiful baby to be part of their act. He wanted Veronica to let their baby suck on her tits (for milk) while he sucked on the other. Veronica obliged with the idea since it still seemed innocent enough. She even started touching herself as Giovanni described in detail how it would be. But then Giovanni brought it a couple of notches higher. 

Giovanni then said he would watch Veronica start kissing their daughter's pussy. Giovanni said that Veronica would kiss their baby and teach their baby (as she gets older) the proper way to kiss pussy AND suck cock. Veronica was clearly not turned on by this but she played along with it. Until they both cum...



~ to be continued...

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Bad Sex equals Breakup?

Let me share with you this link I saw recently: http://www.fhm.com.ph/sex-relationships/dating/bad-sex-breakup-a00047-20160715

What do you think? 

Is bad sex enough reason to end the relationship?

Vincent

Pinkish.

Clean. 

Trimmed.

Unassuming.

Soft.

Strong.

Hard.

Gentle.

Just right.

Not small, not too big. 

Full. 

Meet this magnificent cock I nicknamed Vincent. 

Those who have been following my blog know that giving head is almost automatic with me but there are guys whose cocks are so scary, smelly, tiny, etc that I had to make certain exceptions. 

Anyway, Vincent was clearly different. It was so different, so unique, so perfect that I had to blog about it. It deserves one unique post about it. 

Yes, that's how magnificent it is/was. 

My first meeting with Vincent was not met with fireworks or what have you. Vincent was feeling 'sad' one weekend hence he decided to show me how 'intense' he can get. Oh and he can get really intense. Quite a character, this Vincent :) 

I managed to excite him and he, being the voyeur that he is (loves being on video), came to my delight. His 'sweat' was clear and seemed delicious. 

The first meeting wasn't IRL though. And so was the second meeting. Vincent was raunchier the second time around and showed more videos of him. 

The third time was a different story. Vincent was more adventurous and decided to tease me all the more --- with a toy. He unabashedly sent me pictures he took of himself with his toy. :) 

Vincent is indeed interesting and I've gotten curious so I decided to set a meeting with him. 

It wasn't a planned thing although I did mention to Vincent's owner that I will be in the 'area' with my friends...

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To be continued...

Slut

D.L.S.

"I’m not the kind of girl who wants her name tattooed on your arm, she purred, think of me as your dirty little secret." - Michael Faudet

What's your number?

Oftentimes, I would hear guy friends of mine talk about their 'number' --- number of girlfriends they've had, number of flings, number of times he did this girl non-stop (*roll eyes*), how long he went down a girl (as if it was that accurate), etc. 

It's like a testimony of how suave or how good they are. It got me thinking. 

What if we women said their own numbers? What about my numbers... 

Let me give it a try: 

• 6  number of liberated women I used to be friends with
• 5  number of naked people (including myself) in one room that I have been with 
• 4 number of serious relationships I've had
• 3 number of long term FUBU's I had 
• 2 number of guys I had sex with in less than 24 hours (during my crazy days)
• 1 number of times I ever squirted 

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Best compliment?

I went over some of my "old chats" and saw this: 

"Love it when you talk like a porn star" --- (Shane) 

The name is not his real one but this comment made me laugh and still makes me laugh. 

I've always been comfortable being friends with guys (my closest friend is a guy) so often times I get to be one of the boys. And when I say "one of the boys" that literally means listening and knowing their stories. At the same time, it can also be me as blunt and brutal and real with my stories to them. 

So yeah, that's part of me. 

What about you? 

Any comments (to you) you'd like to share? 

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How dirty are you?

It's been a while since my last long post and trust me it was not intentional. I just didn't know what to write. Some prodded me to continue with my stories and well, I will, promise. I will be continuing stories with unfinished endings. 

Anyway, I decided to ask this question because I remembered a former FUBU of mine who was well, uhm, a bit dirty. I thought to myself: I'm sure he is not the only one who had those dirty thoughts in mind. 

Am I correct or am I correct? *winks*

Some self-righteous people would cringe at the thought of "dirty" especially when it relates to the idea of making love or having sex. Oh well, to each his or her own. To be honest, I used to be one of those too. I mean, I have always been horny but I'm like "horny with limitations" that is until I met Peewee. 

Peewee is the last person I'd think who'd open my eyes (and others too) in this "new" and "dirty" world. He and I have known each other for quite a while now and we've also been intimate but we never really talked about other aspects of sex until that time. 

Peewee: "What's the dirtiest thing you've done?" 

I paused before typing my reply...

Me: "Is this sex-related?" 

Peewee: "Of course..." *grins* 

Me: *thinks* "To be honest, I cannot really recall a daring and dirty sex incident I've had..."

I then said, "is that lame?" 

And he typed, "oh no. probably no one just dared to introduce you to those kind of things..." 

He continued, "are you open to it?" 

As I waited for his reply, thoughts of feces and dead people clouded my mind. I involuntarily cringed. I thought, "eww gross.. not that" Then I realized those things have to be my hard limit. 

He then said, "I cannot believe I am saying this to you but I have always fantasized peeing on someone and being pee'd on..." 

I didn't know how to respond to that. I paused. I was actually not disgusted by it --- I just haven't tried it so I don't really know how I'd react to it. The more I thought about it though, the more curious and interested I became. So much so that I failed to reply to him until he buzzed me (yes, old school e, YM baby!) haha

That brought me back to my senses and I then replied to him: "so what are your dirty thoughts?"

How dirty was he or how dirty can he be? When I think about it, he's actually not so "dirty".

He wanted to pee on me and the more I think about it, I have to admit, I got excited as well. When he realized I was open with the idea, he no longer hesitated and told me more about what he wanted. 

Aside from wanting to pee on me, he also equally wanted me to pee on him --- on his face... his mouth open. I was surprised but he clearly liked it this way...

Too bad we never got to do any of these for real...

What about YOU? 

How dirty can you get?

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How long can you go?

What's the longest sexual activity you've had? 

I'm curious! :) 

Do share please  

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H

I don’t know you well enough for this to be A Thing. I know. My friend says to relax because it’s foolish to throw all my eggs in one basket, let alone, a basket I’m still learning. But I've never known a guy like you and I don't like the idea of not knowing things. I so hate it. I despise it. Knowing what I'm getting myself in was the only way I survived all the heartaches in my life...

I’m always wondering how you’re doing. I wake up, and I hate how stupid this sounds, you’re on my mind. I'm often reminded of how you look from my peripheral vision; with your glasses. I think of asking if you’re okay, if you’re happy, if you’re doing all the things you want to be doing. I think of asking which other places you want to visit. You are so good and so nice and so "pure" and I want to kiss the kindness inside you. I want you to be loved in the exact way you love. 

I am a play it cool girl. Until I met you. I tried to dismiss you as just another guy but you are beyond that --- you're smart, funny, fun, and sweet. And when I decide someone is interesting, I can’t let it go. I want to know all of them. I want to trace their insecurities back to roots and kiss the bruised spots. But because I find you too pure, I just cannot. I have to push you away because sooner or later my demons and stories will eventually do that to you... Better now than later. 

I won’t sit by my phone hoping you’ll text. Because I’ll go ahead and text you. Even when I say I’m not going to. Even when I tell myself that maybe I'm just another girl in another typical night for you. 

You are still hurting and I’m bleeding too. Maybe we aren’t healed enough for something real. Maybe we will put up walls or someone will run, or it’s all in my head to begin with.

All I know is that every time your name pops up in my screen, I want to know how your day is. And not for sake of small talk. I just want to know. 

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New Names, Same Game

Recently, I met someone who's like the guy version of me (well, he's much worse ;p) --- and reminded me so much of my relationship with my best guy buddy. 

He also said the term "side dicks" which is the "side chicks" term for women. 

Got me thinking --- I've heard of various names for sexual relationships from FWB, FUBU, meantime girl/guy, booty call, to name a few. 

What's my point? 

At the end of the day, it's the still the same game with just different names...

What's your term? :) Share it! 

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CL

CL means Craigslist and although in the US it has been widely controversial (especially the sexual services part) due to the CL killer, here where I am, it's still quite interesting :) 

A couple of ads I saw recently: