Ass-loving Asshole Part 2

Read this first...

As soon as we are inside his house, he briefly showed me the kitchen and the living room and I immediately thought that it's either he is a minimalist or he's just too busy to buy any stuff in his house. I later found out he's the former. 

It was clean but then again he has only been there for about eight weeks so of course it is. He then proceeded upstairs and I quietly followed him. During this time, there was that awkward silence looming between us. (Remember, I was still partly pissed off coz I am tired (it, being a long day) and we walked longer than I expected in the rain.)

When we got to his room, he casually took off his clothes. While I was not surprised, I wanted to tell him that I wasn't in the mood anymore to do what we both initially wanted. But of course, I don't think he'd let me be there and for nothing to happen. I placed my bag on his room's side table and in that quick moment, he was already naked. I sarcastically thought: why didn't he move like that as we were walking...

Since he was also tired, he already proceeded to his bed. I then asked him if I could take a shower and he said, of course. His bathroom was a typical guy's bathroom. I immediately thought to myself that this guy is such a neat freak and minimalist. Anyway, I showered and since there was only one clean-looking towel there, I used it. I then went upstairs where he is waiting. He was clearly ready to hit the sack --- naked, as what I said earlier. He then offered his hand and pulled me towards him. (Now this is the problem when you meet with someone and the connection is not that intense yet - a gesture like that becomes awkward af). I reluctantly reached for his hand and sat on his bed. 

We kissed. 
I have to admit, he was really good-looking, in spite of his age already showing from his looks. He was not a good kisser too or maybe because I was not a romantic partner. (I was like that too before, kissing a sex partner vs a romantic partner would have been different.) He then made his way down to my breasts. I saw he liked it and he took his time kissing both of my nipples. 

He then worked his way down. Clearly, this guy is experienced. He knows the basics (and more). He reached my tummy and made small, tingly kisses. He then proceeded to my pussy area. But instead of going straight there, he kissed my inner thighs. Hmmm...I moaned and inadvertently arched my back. I can feel him deepening his kisses and going where it matters the most...

I anticipated. 
Waited. 

And then I felt it...His wet and experienced tongue searing through my hole like it had been made there all along. It felt so good. As I was slowly relaxing myself from his tongue 'torture', I then felt him move his body so that I could also do my magic. 

Unlike some women I know, I love giving head. To the point of obsessing about how I can make it an awesome and unforgettable experience. It was not going to be easy for me though. D.G.'s cock is, like him, huge. It was how I imagined European cocks to be. So full and big. 

I started from the tip of the head. I tried to match his tempo on him going down on me. I started to urgently nibble, lick, and kiss his cock...alternately stroking his shaft and kissing it with gusto. I could tell he was getting distracted too since he would stop what he was doing to me to moan...

Then I felt him move. 

He was suddenly on top of me, raring to enter...he got his condom and soon after, he entered me.

And oh, was it f*cking painful. He really was huge and filled every inch of my hole. He asked if I was okay and I meekly replied for him to just go in slowly. Thankfully, he obliged. 

He continued to pump on me and soon after I can his pumps getting more urgent and faster and as I was about to ask him if he's coming, he did...

Then, silence. 

His entire weight on me and I almost had to push him back because I cannot carry his entire, post-sex weight. 

He moved over to the side and I then stood up and got ready to shower anew. I thought to myself, this is clearly not one of those moments where cuddling is necessary. 

I took my time in the shower and when I came back to his room, I could hear him snoring softly. I slowly and quietly climbed the bed and tried to sleep. I checked my phone and saw it was already half past 2am. I faced the opposite side of the bed. I then felt him moved towards me and hug me from behind. I just let him. 

I did not plan on sleeping but I ended up doing so. I was woken up by D.G.'s hand on my pussy. Always game, I then let him know by my soft moan that I was already awake. I reached for his already hard cock. Getting so wet, I immediately went on top of him letting my pussy tease his swollen organ. He held on to me to steady himself. I assured him it was just teasing and I wouldn't slide it in --- not yet without the condom anyway. 

But I guess he was still tired so he gently pulled me back and let me lay down again. He continuously teased my pussy using his fingers. He already knows which areas to touch. I soon find myself moaning and quite getting a bit loud, at that. I felt his fingers getting more intense and aggressive inside me, clearly wanting to make me cum. And then I felt him do something. He slid his fingers too in my asshole. He did it so smoothly and it felt so good that it took me a good five minutes or so to realize that he had both of my holes 'covered'. I incredulously looked at him upon realizing what he was doing and he asked if I wanted him to stop. 

I was silent and did not reply. I guess he took that as a no.

D.G. was insatiable and did not stop until I came. 

By 5am, I decided I will go home. 

In spite of his ass-holish attitude, I would have to grudgingly agree that his finger in my asshole was truly an awesome experience. 


★ Piper ★

Of asses and fetishes --- maybe a part 2?

Remember Nick?

Well, he's back. In case you don't recall who he is, read here.

I honestly don't know what to say...


★ Piper ★

Of asses and fetishes...

I asked him, "so what's your fetish?" 
He replied: "ass" 

I didn't really think much about it and just dismissed it as just another guy thing. After all, some men are into boobs, legs, feet, and of course, ass. 

He likes curves and I was like thinking I could fit that, scratch, I fit that. 

He doesn't really chat much but I didn't think it would be a problem as long as his people skills aren't that bad in person. (I'd find out later on that they were much worse.)

We met on a weekday, right after his work. Thankfully, it was a relatively light day for me too. He picked me up from the station and off we went on his car. It was a good 30 minute drive from where he live and we took that time to reacquaint ourselves. (Read: more like me asking again his name, city, etc.) I have to admit I wasn't that interested in him, per se BUT I was interested in people and his Kik profile had this hot af picture and I knew I had to confirm its authenticity. 

He answered in short sentences. While I am no expert on communication, this is/was clearly a sign that this night might be a tasking one, in terms of getting responses...I then decided to shift to non-verbal communication. 

As he is focused on driving, I decided to just grab his hand. He didn't budge. If any, he clasped his hands around my small hands. Let's call him "Nick". Nick is younger than me (what's new), about 6'3 tall, and has an athletic built. Very typical for a white guy (oops). He also wears this glasses which kind of makes him cute geeky, in a way. 

Anyway, I tried to talk more about general and wholesome things. Still getting the short responses. I thought to myself, it's either I'm losing my game, I'm too boring, or he's just too like that. I later found out that I still had my game, I wasn't boring, and well, he was just like THAT. 

Nick asked me to slightly open my top. I was wearing a tunic top with zipper in front so I easily opened it to reveal my bra. He then let his hand explore my cleavage. Perhaps it turned him on because at the next stop light, he opened his pants' zipper and then took out his cock. It's a bit hard but not fully. It excited me so I then turned my attention to it. Nick's car isn't tinted but I trusted him when he said his seat is adjusted really low. Hence I decided to release my seat belt and scoot over to suck his cock. It was just okay for his height and size but I expected slightly bigger for an American (oops #2). (I'd later find out it's actually bigger than when in the car).

I went at it until I felt other cars' drivers might be looking at us. He seemed pleased. Of course he should be. I am not #1 for nothing. I'll share #1 later. 

As we were on the main highway, Nick made a request. He asked me to show him my ass which you know is impossible if you're on a passenger seat and a semi-tinted car. Nonetheless the thought of doing something new and kind of kinky excited me. As we passed by the toll plaza, I took off my seat belt and started unzipping my denim jeans. Nick then pulled up the partition between him and I. Soon after I took off my jeans, Nick said to for me to kneel and I'm like, what. He told me to face the backseat and assume a kneeling position on my seat. I incredulously looked at him and realized he wasn't kidding; he wasn't forceful either. As if in a trance, I slowly moved my position into a kneeling one and holding on to the seat head rest tightly. I can feel Nick's eyes on me, well not entirely but his peripheral vision was somewhat riveted on me. Then in a soft voice, Nick asked me to pull down my undies. 

I was like, what?
He said, "please."

And I did. 


I pulled down my undies and what happened next was something no one has ever done to me ever. 

I felt Nick's hand on my ass, softly; he's softly caressing them...I arched my back from the softness of his cold hand...a paradox of some sort. Then his fingers were outside of my pussy hole too --- teasing, prodding, testing...

The thought of Nick driving while his finger was inside my pussy (and I'm half naked) on the freeway was enough to give me this heady and exhilarating feeling. Nick continued to softly play with my hole until I felt myself getting wet...

We went at it until we were about to reach the exit. 

Once we did, I slowly began putting my clothes on. We finally reached his house. It looked similarly to the house where DG of this story lives. It was comfy and big, clearly evident though that it's a guy's place. Clean enough. He went to the bathroom and I could hear him brushing his teeth as I sat in the big couch and settled myself comfortably. He then went back to the living room and approached me. I stood up and asked him if I could use the shower. He said okay. 

I then showered and thought about how this guy and I will have sex. Nothing came to my mind. I wondered what he'll do to me. What's something new about him...

As soon as I stepped out, I already saw Nick naked. He then signaled me to follow him upstairs but before he did, I saw him grab a huge bottle of massage oil and I remembered what he told me earlier: he loves giving massages. As soon as we got to his room, I kind of got the mood on. His bed is huge and the type that people would make passionate love in and not kinky sex. His blinds were closed. Nick is tall but I saw him didn't get in on his bed that easily. He climbed in and I followed soon after. 

Nick then went to the side of the bed, placed a towel on his bed, and asked me to be comfy so he could massage me. I have not been asked, uhm enticed, to be massaged in this manner and who am I to deny him of that. Nick luxuriously lathered me with the oil he got taking his sweet time on my ass cheeks. I was thinking to myself: he clearly likes the ass. I then felt him go back to the bed and then position himself behind me. I then felt his hard cock on my body. I can feel it moving...like massaging my body...

And that's when I felt it. 
His hardness was ready. I heard him get open condom packet and then...

I moaned. 

I felt his hardness come inside me from the most amazing position ever. I was so relaxed. I felt pampered and it was amazing. We continued until he asked me to turn around. With my legs up on his shoulders, he then proceeded to pump on me. I felt myself getting wet, too wet ... It was an awesome feeling. 

Then Nick pulled out and that's when he saw blood. 

Sorry guys but I had my period and it seems like any action had to be postponed...

Nick and I then showered and that's when I saw how pale he was. He clearly did not like the sight of blood. 
I put my bra on and put on a sanitary napkin then went to the living room. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie and I said, sure. 

Before we did that though, he asked if he could take pictures of my ass. That has to be a first and well, I obliged. 

We then snuggled and watched the movie. He then took me back to my station and I went home...

What an ASS-some night...


What has been a weird request you've encountered? Do share. :D



★ Piper ★

Sweet Guy in Spain

I don’t know you well enough, I know. My friends say to relax because it’s foolish to throw all my eggs in one basket, let alone, a basket I've grown tired of 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...


However, 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 kind eyes and concerned face.

Your sweet demeanor is contagious. 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 things you like. I think of asking what geeky or nerdy thing you did today. You are so good and so nice and so "raw" and so real I want to kiss the kindness in some part of 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 in spite of me finding you too cautious and perhaps uninterested at me, I just cannot. 

Even when I tell myself that maybe I'm just a girl in your long list of women known from this online dating app. 



Maybe it was just really all about sex. Maybe we will never see nor hear (from) each other again). 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.



I'll miss you, J____. Scrap that, I miss you, J____. I miss being a "local" in your city. I miss being with you and listening to your stories, all of which you say with passion.



And in addition to that, I know you'll never like me "like me" but life is short and I just want to express how I feel. I may not be as hot nor as pretty as women you've been with but I think I'm not so bad.

Thank you for making this stay in your lovely city a whole lot more fun and meaningful.

★ Piper ★

Pushing Portland

I rarely write about my emotional side not because I don't have one but simply because I try to resist acknowledging its existence. 

Recently, I met this incredible guy. I was in denial that he's amazing; after all, I met him in a dating site and nowadays, who would believe what people say in there. He was a bit slow in the beginning. He made me think whether he was actually interested or just being polite with me. Finally, I was able to speed up the pace and we finally communicated via a messaging app. Initially, I thought he was cocky so I was about to erase his name when I decided to send him another message until we finally spoke with each other on the phone.

Surprisingly, we hit it off quite well. Too well that I had to remind myself to slow it down. We had things in common apart from sex. He is smart, candid, real, and 'decent' too. My ideal guy, my type of guy. Too good to be true. And he cannot know this. He simply couldn't; he shouldn't. 

As always, I tried to see how he is. Tried to entice him with physical things and it worked fleetingly and then backfired. He's a keeper but there must be something wrong with him. There has to be. So on the date that I was also stressing out emotionally from supposedly friends, 'work', and other things, I pushed him away. Pushed him as far as I could. 

Sadly, it worked. 

I miss him and I am stupid.

 

★ Piper ★

_______-zoned

UPDATE: 

*typed on my phone as I was waiting for a bus last night*

Have you ever been friend-zoned? Seen zoned? Or all those other terms they use to connote you being placed in a specific, wholesome, non-romantic, or even non-sexual category of someone you like or may potentially like?

How did you feel?
Did it suck? Did you feel terrible? Or you were just, okay, next?

Somehow it depends, right? It depends on the intensity of your "likeness" to that person. Sometimes it just boosts our ego if we "manage" to have someone like us even though we don't really like them that much. And sometimes, sadly, when you're used to it, it doesn't really matter any more. What else is new...

You just shrug it off and wait for the next one (if there'll ever be a new one...)

You're probably asking in your mind, what about you, Piper? Have you ever experienced rejection?

Of course! Most definitely so.

In fact, one of the guys I really like (and likes me as well) rejected my advances on going to the next level. It initially hurt me but then after my infatuation stage for him, I realized it's all for the better.

How fast do you "get over" the rejection? For me, it depends. The bottom line is, I tell myself, is that I get over it. I will not allow myself to be a slave of something that isn't meant to happen --- I have forcing things (unless I know and am aware the other person likes it that way).

One of the things I do is ignore the person. Yes, call it bitter or anything synonymous, that has worked for me. I wouldn't wanna waste my time thinking why Cute Guy didn't make a move on me. It's Cute Guy's loss not mine. Ever watched the movie, All About Love starring Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet? It's one of my favorite movies especially Peet's character. She kept on insisting to Ashton Kutcher's character how he didn't make the first move. That's what I try to do.

I try not to make a very aggressive move BUT I do something to show I'm interested. If it didn't work then I'll accept it and move on. At least, in my mind, no regrets.

Life is too short to live in, "What ifs" or "I wonder what could have happened..."

Life is what you make of it.

You have one chance.

No regrets.


Wishing you a safe weekend,

★ Piper ★

I'm a Slut, so What?

Read on before you judge :-) 

★ Piper ★ 

Slut shaming is alive and thriving. Whether it is a man or a woman calling out a female for being a ‘slut’, it is not acceptable. To judge a woman by her sexual activity and to decide she is not a wholesome person is to judge a book not by its cover, but by how many pages it contains. It makes no sense.

A book can be a great book, full of adventure and passion and creativity regardless of how many pages it contains. A short book is not necessarily a good book and a long book is not necessarily an awful book. This applies to women too. Too many people are too quick to decide a woman’s character by how they conduct themselves sexually.

Hook up culture is a huge part of our generation and in my humble opinion, it gives women the right to be sexually empowered, and so they should be! A woman who enjoys sex and chooses who with and when to have sex is not a bad person.

She is simply a human who is choosing to do with her body what she desires. It has no reflection on her character or her worth. It does not make her impure, but in fact preserves the purity of her character as she is acting in a way that is entirely her own.

Why are we so quick to brand a woman a slut, while we laugh about men who behave in the same fashion? What makes a woman a slut? Actually, what IS a slut?

This word should not exist in 2016. There is no need for it and there is no justification you can provide for calling a woman a slut. Are you jealous that she is being true to herself and her desires and you cannot?

The so-called sluts of the world are women who are comfortable and confident in themselves and their sexuality. They are unapologetic. They are their true selves and they should never be looked down upon for that.

Lastly, what business is it of yours who a woman sleeps with and how frequently? When did the sex lives of women become the right of the public to know? Short answer, a woman’s sex life is no ones goddamned business. Remember that next time you go to call a girl a slut – her sex life is not your concern and using the word ‘slut’ to identify her reflects more on your character than it does on hers.  

Reference: Read This If You've Ever Called A Woman A Slut by Jessica Cross (http://thoughtcatalog.com/jessica-cross/2016/11/read-this-if-youve-ever-called-a-woman-a-slut/)

Pain and Pleasure

This was made by a former lover of mine (he's a poet). Inspired by my giving him head --- whether that is something good or not, I don't know. Read on!

★ Piper ★ 

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Pain decided to show up just as me and pleasure got intimate

We were just hugging up a storm and pain decided to ruin it

Pain reared its ugly face grinning that grin of jagged teeth

And pleasure, well pleasure decided to speak

Dropping line after line, telling pain what it had on its mind

And I was all in pleasures brain, sitting comfortably

But pain just kept scratching the surface cause it made it happy

And I was caught in an uncomfortable situation unable to move

Waiting for that moment where me and pleasure get back to our groove

I was listening to them going back and forth, up and down

They had a whole conversation, and a lot of spit was flying around

And then out of nowhere we were stuck in the dark

Walking to find this invisible mark

That would help us get out of this maze we were in

But pain didn’t care about a damn thing

He just wanted to stay and bring his gifts of agony

Pains suck, but he has this way of reminding you of the happy

Pleasure was such a wuss, but pleasure wanted to keep trying

But pain and pleasure are just too good at lying

So I was listening intently, because I love the story being told

They would nibble on each word and every so often get bold

Chew on one or two and spit it out, while screaming I hate you, I love you

This conversation damn near drove me insane, but you can blame that on pain

The beauty of their sentences damn near gave me a seizure, but you can blame that on pleasure

I had to hold pleasure down, so pleasure could stop shaking

Pain got to pleasure, pleasure was close to breaking

But every time pleasure cracked, pain took a step back

Allowed it some time to rest and get back on track

Pain always shook pleasure up with metal that felt like a whip

Or at least that is what pleasure told me it felt like on the business end of it

But being caught between two enemies who rarely meet

Is hell in itself, to the point where their very words generate heat

And I was just laying there consoling myself

Lying to myself, promising me that this isn’t bad for my health

This is just an overdose of bad energy that will find its way through me

And return to that bad place where tears are born

And every little piece of hope is torn

And I don’t have to get sensitive nor feel as if every sense is stretched

Not feel as if every nerve is being tested or my skin is being scratched

I am in the middle of a meeting between pleasure and pain

I'm stuck between happiness and trying to stay sane

Pain and pleasure shouldn’t be this close

But pain is truly trying to get me to overdose

While pleasure is easing the bruises and massaging the scabs

All I am trying to do is keep from going mad

These two … I hope I never meet them at the same time again

I'm not sure if I can go through this stuff again

I need these two to stay away from one another

One of the two, one or the other

I need to counsel them to work together

I need their dialogue to be better

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Simply Exquisite

I agree with this statement wholeheartedly.

One of the first guys I met in this online dating site and only recently met with him. Such a delight to hang out with. Very nice and funny guy. I am thankful to have known you --- better late than never.

Take care!

★ Piper ★