It all started about 8 years ago when i went to a adult bookstore in SF barely 18, picking out some porn videos & toys/lube..i was super horny and couldnt walk around with a boner all day in SF, so i stepped inside their video arcades to jack off. I drop my jeans and pull out my 8" throbbin **** tryin to release pressure when i see movement to my left, someones watchin me! so i cover up for a min or two but then get excited that someones watching me through a hole in the wall, then the person is fingering at me to come here, so i stand up and slide my **** through the hole in the wall.. MY KNEES START SHAKING/BUCKLING as i recieve the BEST blowjob in my life! I have a large **** so women cant/wont suckj it past the mushroom tip, i was shocked this guy swallowed my **** to the base!! I cam buckets and he swallowed every drop....
Ever since that day, i have been discreetly hookin up with guys on the side for sex that no women could EVER give me.
MY POINT IS: WOMEN SUCK AT SEX. No wonder why men cheat on women.. THEY dont know or even try to give head, they cum once and want to cuddle and go to sleep, they want the same position every time (boring),
While on a mini vacation in Cabo - I decided that I could rely on my ummm..."FRIENDS" to watch out for me if I drank with them. Since I am known, amongst them all, as an easy drunk - they "always" watch out for me...uh huh... I had ONE drink, then TWO drinks and then I decided (being of clear mind...again, uh huh)to go for that THIRD drink. While laughing, dancing,singing and some "verrry" slight stumbling - I was becoming amazed at the crowd of guys that were trying to talk to me. Thinking I am ALL THAT, I continued with my laughing, dancing, blah, blah, blah. But it became that even in my "tipsy" daze, I was becoming overwhelmed with the attention. At that time one of my dear, dear "friends" decided to come up and tell me that maybe I should stop wearing my skirt as an almost top - knowing the fact that I had nothing on beneath the skirt that at one time was worn where it should be - It was decided that a quick exit would be best for me - I was led out by my "friends" who could NOT stop laughing - while being followed by many, many men and a few women who kept saying that I did NOT have to leave yet.
I do NOT remember much of this, but my caring "friends" are sweet enough to remind me of this "incident" every now and then!
***Where would we be - without our Friends? eh?***
I have known my boyfriend for less than a month now, and we have been dating for only a couple of weeks. Everything about us and our relationship is picture perfect. What he has planned for his future and what I have planned for mine completely dovetail. Even the way we met was unique. I was going to the local grocery store for a little dinner-time shopping, when I noticed a boyscout troop trying to raise money for some cause or another. Nobody was paying them much attention, so I decided to spare a few minutes and help out. I was asking passersby to donate a few dollars, and my efforts were paying off. My (then total stranger) boyfriend works at a store nearby, and was on his lunckbreak. He happened to cross my path and I asked him to give a couple of bucks. He said no without even looking me in the eye. I blew it off and went home after finished with my shopping. I got on the computer after I was done with making dinner, and signed on myspace. A local band that I am "friends" with was advertising an upcoming show, and I decided to check their page out. Guess who the drummer is? The same jerk that wouldn't donate even a dollar or two. I send him a message about how I saw him earlier that day, and sign off. The next day I got a message back, and we started talking. The whole day we messaged back and forth, and everything we seemed to have in common. Finally we exchanged numbers and I called him. Just the first night we have ever spoken we stayed on the phone until 6 in the morning. Every night for about a week we did this. We had so much akin, but our personalities were polar opposites. We balanced each other out so well. He and I both agreed that our whole relationship was completely insane, and by this time we were nothing short of best friends. One night we were talking, and decided to meet up. The same shopping center he stiffed me at is where our first face to face meeting took place. We sat behind the store on a bench the whole night, talking non-stop. At around 8 in the morning, after spending about eight hours together, we parted. Three days in a row we did this. Spent sleepless summer nights with each other simply telling stories. Laughing and crying. Sometimes even in silence. The meetings eventually trickled into reasonable times of the day, and were usually held in his house or mine. After knowing each other for exactly two weeks (knowing each other IN PERSON for one), he asked me to be his girlfriend. I happily accepted, and here we are. But a couple of days ago, a normal conversation led into a talk about marriage and how we can both see ourselves together for many years to come. I am not a naive girl, and I never have discussions such as these or even utter the words 'I love you' without first being absolutely sure about my feelings. He isn't in it, waiting for me to put out. We're both abstaining until marriage. I'm not in it just because I desire someone to call my own. I don't need one to be happy. We both want this for the same reasons. I haven't even known of his existence for a month yet, and something in my gut is telling me that he's the one I'm going to marry - this isn't just some innocent case of puppy love. I am fourteen. He is sixteen. Do these things verily happen in real life? Or am I just living through a sappy romance novel?
This one time I was drinking with My friends Nicole, Kaia and Anna. We drove out to a farm. I was upset because I found out Jon had cheated on me again. We drinking by a fire. We were so drunk, between the four of us we drank 2 bottles of vodka. We saw a barn beyond the field and decided to go play with the animals. We found an adorable goat. Anna and Kaia stayed by the fire. Nicole started touching the goat. Now this part is REALLY embarassing! (Remember that I was REALLY DRUNK) I started to give head to the goat...I know it sounds really gross...but I didn't really know what I was doing...I was DRUNK! Okay...Well Nicole Blacked out and didn't remember anything so she has NO CLUE! And Anna and Kaia never found out. But I needed to tell someone. Please someone tell me I'm not a complete weirdo! I was really drunk...
So I just found out I have a Sexually Transmitted Infection, but luckily it's treatable. It's hard to say which of the 7 women I've had sex with, since I was last tested a year ago, it came from. Most of them have been tested in recent months, but have slept with other people since. I have my suspicions as to who it came from, and where she got it from, and where he got it from, but there's no way to know, because none of them have been tested. And since it's possible to transmit through oral sex, (low possibilty) there are many other people in the chain it could have affected or come from. People, be safe, check yourselves so this doesn't happen to you, and you don't do it to other people. Now I have to call back all the women and verify their statuses. It's gonna be hard, but it has to be done to protect others. Most STIs can go unnotcied for years as they could have no symptons, so don't say you don't have anything, because it is impossible to know for sure. They all told me they didn't have anything. Someone did. Maybe you do too.
I just had a really great night. I got off of work and I noticed I had a call from a guy. This guy and I are in a weird stage of a relationship. We kiss and have fun together, but we're still playing the game. You know the game, I know you do. The one where you don't call for a few days, see if they call first. They don't and you wonder what's up, if they stopped liking you. That game.
Anyways. So he called, and I went over (mind you, it's already 2am). He drank a few beers and I had a few glasses of wine, and just talked about random things for a while. We stood outside and made fun of the bats flying around in random circles. Just silly, goofy things.
Soon we realized the sun was about to rise. We drove to the ocean and snuck into some closed yacht club. I suggested climbing onto the roof, so we did. We had the bay in front of us, Boston to our left, and the sun on our right. It was so beautiful, so serene, so tranquil. The moment was just so... perfect. The water was calm, the city was quiet. Just the two of us on a roof, gazing at the ocean, with the pinkish orange sun climbing over the treetops.
He made me feel cute. I was wearing a sweatshirt and I had my hood on at one point, and in that moment, I felt like the girliest, giddiest I have felt in such a long time. I could have just melted into his lips. I couldn't stop smiling. We kissed and it was perfect. I couldn't stop smiling as we kissed. I couldn't stop smiling on the entire drive home. I couln't stop smiling everytime I thought of those wee hours of the morning at work the next day. Even right now, I'm smiling. He made me really happy. And he didn't even do anything.
The next day I decided it was official, that I really like this guy. That maybe we should stop putting off the phone calls and playing hard to get, and I should just say, "Hey, I had a really great time with you the other night. I really like you, you're one hell of a cool guy."
But then he didn't call. For some reason I'm just not too worried about how this just might turn out. Back to the game it is.
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