As my sister and I had planned before, the Mexico yacht vacation got canceled. Her friend bought her a ticket and so did mine so we could not let our tickets go to waste. I asked her if she wanted to come with me, but there were some technical difficulties. My friend from Mexico, asked me if instead of wasting the ticket, I would like to come to Mexico City for the weekend and party and just have fun. Of course, my instant answer was SIIII!!!!
My friend changed my ticket's destination and dates for an additional $400. Added to the first $800 ticket, my weekend in Mexico was already quite expensive on his behalf.
Thursday
Woke up early in the morning, anxious about my flight there. I had not seen the guy in over a month as well, and this was not supposed to be a trip I was going to make by myself. I had no romantic feelings for this guy what-so-ever, and I needed my sister with me for the sake of getting bored. All that I knew about the guy is that he is a funny, down to earth guy that is also super rich, good looking and charming. OK. Good.
1:00 PM I arrive to Mexico City. Excited and restless, I start to look forward to my vacation and as always, make the best of it.
2:00 PM I wait for my friend to pick me up, and am not quite sure what to expect. Within minutes, he pulls up in a big and black Cadillac Escalade. Two guys step out of the car to assist me with my baggage. I soon learn that they are his bodyguards and all the cars they own are bulletproof. Nice. Riding in bulletproof cars accompanied by bodyguards, my type of life.
4:00 PM As soon as we arrived at his apartment, I was also uncertain of what to expect. I knew he had many cars and countless luxury watches, but didn't know what his place would look like. He had no keys to get in his place. The door took his fingerprint. As soon as I stepped in my mouth dropped. It was one of the biggest, nicest, most luxurious apartments I have ever seen in my life. As he shows me around his place, I find countless enormous bottles of collectible liquors, various famous paintings, billiard's table, bars all over the place, arcade games and everything else you could imagine. I guessed he would never get bored in his place. His family owns several companies, producing agricultural products, drinks, sodas, alcohol, and many more. He also owns a restaurant and the largest producer of jalapeno peppers in the world. Interesting variety. He takes me to the guest bedroom which I was happy to have, because I had no intention on sleeping with the guy.
6:00 PM we go to a rooftop amazing restaurant in the middle of the city, where I instantly fall in love with Mexico. We talk and talk and talk some more and then I become very tired and decide I need to sleep before we go out to catch up on my energy.
9:00 PM Back home, took a long nice nap then I am awakened by him. :)
11:00 PM I wake up and get ready. With a different bodyguard and car (He has 18 bulletproof cars and several bodyguards) we go pick up his cousin who also lives in a palace right next to the richest man in the world, Carlos Slim. After picking her up we go meet his best friend who is also one of the richest people in the world at his restaurant. There we sing karaoke and drink countless palomas which have become my favorite drinks!!! At this time, I am feeling great with the guy and love all his friends and his personality, this is the beginning of a good relationship. \
1:00 AM we arrive at the nicest club in Mexico City where my friend knows everybody. There I meet more amazing friends and share my first kiss with my guy. Not bad :) After partying all night long I step out of the club waiting for our bodyguard and car to arrive. Outside of the club are all the rich young Mexican's bodyguards waiting for them and chatting.
5:00 AM We arrive at his place and change in my pajamas, when I decide I will sleep with him. I still had no intention on having sex with him, but after such a great day I wanted to cuddle and talk before falling asleep.
FRIDAY
9:00 AM Every phone in his room starts ringing, and I swear there were at least 8 phones in there hidden in every corner. After we ignore all the alarms and phone calls, we start to hear screaming and beating on the doors. I find out his sisters are here with their friends to watch the game. We weren't even going to wake up for the game or watch it but since this chaotic morning, we decided to go to his best friend's restaurant to watch the game.
10:00 AM we arrive at the restaurant where everyone (including me) is wearing Mexico football jerseys and is ready for the first World Cup game. I had already made friends with all his friends from the other night and now I am hung over and still drunk from 3 hours of sleep and my breath still tasting like tequila. There, I have the best enchiladas of my life.
2:00 PM After the game and many interviewers wanting the rich young Mexican's opinions of the game, we decide to go back to his place with a few of his friends.
3:00 PM I am destroyed from the night before so I take a long, much needed nap.
5:00 PM After my great nap I awake to find everybody still there in the living room playing video games. GOod. I am very hungry so we decide to go get some dinner.
6:00 PM We arrive at another friend's house of his which was just as big and looked like a castle to pick up his friend. They are all dead in bed, so we decide to go to dinner alone. Once again, a romantic dinner in Mexico :)
7:30 PM At the restaurant I had the most amazing meal followed by great tequila and now am more ready to party once again.
9:00 PM We go to the most famous Golf Course Clubhouse in Mexico City where, of course I run into some other rich Mexican friends I have from New York City. His friends are great and hilarious and make my night even more amazing. After the last call for alcohol (and unlimited tequila) we decide to go someplace else.
10:00 PM We meet his other friends at a lounge in the center of the city. Again, everyone is super nice and super rich and beautiful and I am very happy to be surrounded by all. We drink there more than imaginable then head over to the club next door.
12:00 AM In the club I take many Lamborghini shots that are on fire (literally) and too much tequila and have the best time of my life with my new Mexican friends.
5:00 AM After another long night of drinking we go back to his place and again we cuddle and laugh and fall asleep.
SATURDAY
11:00 AM Today we awake at a reasonable hour, but still quite early because his skyline view of the city makes it impossible to sleep past noon.
1:00 PM He surprises me by taking me into an old tourist area of the city, called Coyoacan. There I take many pictures and see much of the Mexican culture and colors. We also eat at a traditional antique restaurant where I have the most delicious drinks ever, followed by eating little dried crickets on guacamole and "Mexican caviar" AKA ant's eggs... Ewwww... never doing that again. The drinks were however, superb!!! After the delicious meal, we go in the Bazzar (of course followed by his bodyguards) where I go buy gifts for all my friends and family.
5:00 PM Back to his place after a great day, I encounter his other best friend which is also the guy that is in love with my sister. My guy's mother and father also come so that I meet the whole family, and they all instantly fall in love with me. Not only are his friends the nicest people in the world, but his family is all great and stunningly good looking with great style. Oh, I forgot to mention my guy has more designer shes, ties, suits, belts and clothes than anyone I know. I think his closet alone, not including his watches is worth millions of dollars. Ridiculous!
6:00 PM We go to another one of his friend's house that owns racing horses. There I play some billiards with the guys and also meet his friend's stunning family and one of the hottest men I have seen in my life. I try to resist him and control myself. It works, outside I seemed like a nice, shy girl and inside I wanted to jump on him on the pool table instantly. Yummm...
8:00 PM We walk to the center of the city, also followed by his friend's bodyguards this time. There we have drinks at a terrace with some amazing people.
10:00 PM Tonight my guy is taking me to his restaurant which was also ranked 45th best restaurant in the whole world. Yes. It was true. It was the best food I ever had in my life. There I meet his other friends as well. We are in a conference type hidden wine cellar only for my guy and his Friends. After the most delicious, and also probably the most expensive dinner of my life, the 6 guys all pull out their Black AMEX, from their nice designer wallets. Interesting.
Delicious dinner. 6 Black AMEX. 6 luxury $20,000+ watches. Me. Cleavage. Heels. Lipstick. 4 bulletproof cars. 12 bodyguards. Nice dinner. :)
12:00 AM We arrive at one of the most famous clubs in Mexico City where, surely I run into a guy I dated in New York City. He, of course is also a super rich Mexican just here for the weekend partying like me. I also see 2 other people I know from NYC and meet some more amazing fun friends of his. There, I also had too much tequila.
3:00 AM We decided to hit up another club where we met with the friends from the earlier dinner. There I had many champagne showers and had the best time! On the ride to the club, my guy bought me a dozen roses and we started singing world Cup songs while doing a bad drunken karaoke!!
5:00 AM After leaving the club I go get tacos with my guy and Maria's guy, who had another girl with him. My plan worked. I never wanted tacos, I just wanted to be a total cock block for the guy, which I was :)
6:00 AM Again, back in his bed we cuddle, talk, laugh and fall asleep.
SUNDAY
11:00 AM I awaken to a delicious quesadilla. Yum
3:00 PM We meet his whole family at a nice Japanese Hibachi restaurant where everybody was so curious about me and I talked only in Spanish the whole time. The lunch was delicious of course, but we had to go watch HIS horse win at the racetrack.
4:00 PM At the jockey club, I am in love with all the horses. We are taken up to a VIP booth were all the guys can sit down comfortably and watch their horses win. At our table the oldest man possible comes with his plastic wife and sits down. He was one of the richest men in Mexico, and the best horse trainer in the world.
After the first race, we go pet his horse, who was stunning. My guy bought the horse's mom from Kentucky because she was the Kentucky Derby winner that was pregnant. Interesting. Finally we are back to the VIP section and the old man and his wife disappear. Good. They were quite scary, so we start drinking some more and then go home.
8:00 PM After the greatest day at the racetrack we go back to his place with a few of his friends and play pool and laugh nonstop.
10:00 PM All his friends leave and we go have the most amazing tacos in this hidden spot for the young and rich Mexicans. This was the best way to top off my Mexican vacation.
MONDAY
I leave to go back to my New York, leaving my guy behind. I had a great time, and did not expect to like him so much. Although i liked him so much, I still did not have sex with him, who knows, maybe next time? :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Suprisingly Amazing
7:00 PM Just arrived home starving from work, then decided to head out with my sister for a few drinks and appetizers. Mini Mexican specialties and half a carafe later we were feeling better.
8:00 PM Home, just made the decision to go out tonight since we both fell asleep very early last night after the drunk brunch.
9:30 PM Waiting for our sponsor in front of an expensive restaurant, we become irritated shortly since he is not there in time, so we decide to leave and go someplace else, more in our favorite hood, in the meatpacking area.
10:00 PM we arrive at the delicious Mexican restaurant in meatpacking where we have a pitcher of Sangria.
12:00 AM Just arrived at the club with our little Asian friend, hang out with him for a bit, then hang out with some Brazilians, then hang out with some black guys, then on the way to the bathroom we get stopped by some interesting guys with a full table of beverages and space on their couch for dancing. BINGO.
2:30 AM I stop at a table full of Spanish born Mexican residents all in floral shirts, Gucci shoes and Rolex watches on their hands. Nice. Good looking guys. Yes. Alcohol. Yes. Horny. Yes. I start making out my Spaniard after realizing nobody can see me. He is surprisingly a good kisser. The guy was very smart and I barely remember his name, but I was impressed by his kissing skills.
3:30 AM On the way to my home to get the bottle of tequila then we walk over to his hotel (They are staying at the same hotel across the street from our house as the last Mexicans) At his hotel I tell him that I have no intention of fucking. The guy doesn't look like he is good in bed at all, not to consider the fact that I STILL don't know his name. We start making out passionately and he starts pleasuring me and is again surprisingly good. Then I give in. He goes in for the kill to what happens to be the BEST SEX I have had in a looooong time. I was completely shocked. He was amazing in bed and completely surprised me. I had the best orgasms I have had in months with the Spaniard. Unfortunately I did not get his name or number or contact info, but he has mine, and has 1 more day in NYC. If he knows what is good for him, he will call me, but until then, I will still dream of the AMAZING sex I had with my Spaniard.
8:00 PM Home, just made the decision to go out tonight since we both fell asleep very early last night after the drunk brunch.
9:30 PM Waiting for our sponsor in front of an expensive restaurant, we become irritated shortly since he is not there in time, so we decide to leave and go someplace else, more in our favorite hood, in the meatpacking area.
10:00 PM we arrive at the delicious Mexican restaurant in meatpacking where we have a pitcher of Sangria.
12:00 AM Just arrived at the club with our little Asian friend, hang out with him for a bit, then hang out with some Brazilians, then hang out with some black guys, then on the way to the bathroom we get stopped by some interesting guys with a full table of beverages and space on their couch for dancing. BINGO.
2:30 AM I stop at a table full of Spanish born Mexican residents all in floral shirts, Gucci shoes and Rolex watches on their hands. Nice. Good looking guys. Yes. Alcohol. Yes. Horny. Yes. I start making out my Spaniard after realizing nobody can see me. He is surprisingly a good kisser. The guy was very smart and I barely remember his name, but I was impressed by his kissing skills.
3:30 AM On the way to my home to get the bottle of tequila then we walk over to his hotel (They are staying at the same hotel across the street from our house as the last Mexicans) At his hotel I tell him that I have no intention of fucking. The guy doesn't look like he is good in bed at all, not to consider the fact that I STILL don't know his name. We start making out passionately and he starts pleasuring me and is again surprisingly good. Then I give in. He goes in for the kill to what happens to be the BEST SEX I have had in a looooong time. I was completely shocked. He was amazing in bed and completely surprised me. I had the best orgasms I have had in months with the Spaniard. Unfortunately I did not get his name or number or contact info, but he has mine, and has 1 more day in NYC. If he knows what is good for him, he will call me, but until then, I will still dream of the AMAZING sex I had with my Spaniard.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
My Ideal Man
1. The man's gotta be 5'11 or taller. I do not mind short guys (They have been some of the best sex I've ever had) but let's be real here, I wear lots of heels, so I need a man to be at least a couple inches taller than me so that we don't look silly together.
2. I am a total sucker for the "Tall, Dark and Handsome" stereotype. I like my men tall, with dark hair and tan skin. No offense to all my Asians and Africans out there, but I am just not interested. I've never been attracted to any of them and have never kissed or even been on a date with one. I am only physically attracted to white men. It doesn't matter where they are from, as long as they are white. My man should also have dark hair, preferably a bit longer (So I can run my fingers through it) He should not have pale skin, so I do prefer a tan guy with an olive complexion.
3. Sorry but no fatties or toothpicks, I once dated a guy that I was scared of breaking during sex because he was so tall and skinny and I don't want a chunky man. Later on in life, I wouldn't mind fattening my husband up, but that's because he is mine and I love making him happy (A way to a man's heart is through his stomach is ALWAYS true). I also get turned off by big muscle men and get rather scared than aroused by them. I do not like a hard body because I like to scratch and grab and if there is nothing to grab from, then it is not as much fun. I do, however, like muscular legs because men with muscular legs are amazing in bed, have long stamina and lots of power.
4. Great Kisser. My guy has to have soft lips and be a great kisser. French men kiss too lightly, Israelis almost bite your lips off. I want a man in between. Brazilians are usually amazing kissers and have a perfect balance of soft/hard. I have found out through my experiences that European men usually kiss softer, while South Americans and Middle Easterners are more aggressive (in bed as well) and Americans, well... Americans are just plain boring sometimes...
5. Although size sometimes really does not matter when in the heat of the moment, for me it does. I prefer big, thick dicks, but since those are not so readily available I have learned to appreciate others as well. If I think the guy's tool is too small, he never even gets a chance. Some guys with average size penis usually make up for it with their intense passion and amazing foreplay. Although I love foreplay, I prefer amazing sex and no foreplay over lots of foreplay and dull sex. I usually orgasm during intercourse and rarely from foreplay or before.
Stamina- They guy's gotta last at least 20 minutes and has to be able to continue for at least 2 more rounds after the first. I love sex, so a guy that can get it up for me and work it under any circumstance is HOT.
6. Now that we've established a guy's physical aspects and his sexual abilities, the next step in the list are his traits. I prefer a man with power that knows how to use it. I like arrogant, cocky guys who have power over others. The guy has to be confident and have very high self-esteem. I never like insecure men. I want a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. A man that lives with no fears.
7. Although I like to make men think I am smarter than they are in all circumstances, I still want my guy to be very intelligent, even smarter than me. His intelligence level turns me on and keeps the sparks going.
8. My man has to he successful and rich. No exception. He needs to be able to take care of me, whenever, wherever, at all times, I don't want a cheap guy, but I never care for expensive gifts or designer clothes so that is not an issue, I just want to wine and dine at great restaurants.
9. The guy has to be a great dresser, no sloppy style. GQ style. ALWAYS, unless of course when I rip off his suit and tie to get down to business.
10. Finally, my man has to have a great sense of humor and be able to understand my little jokes and laugh at them, while at the same time making me laugh continuously.
If all aspects are NOT met, I could always compromise with others, but usually I prefer for all to be met. When one step is missing and is affecting all the other ones, my opinion will change. A guy must have at least 7 out of 10 for me to even go on a date with him, otherwise, I don't think so...Good sex can only go so far and a guy with looks and brains can also get boring if not exciting in bed, so a good combination is urgent.
This is how I rate if a guy is a 6 or a 10. Usually if he has 7 of the traits listed then he is a 7, but if one of the trait is exceptional (for example if he is just so amazingly sexy or has a huge tool, or so funny) then he gets a few extra points added changing him from a 7 to 9. Most guys I date/see are usually 7s or better.
2. I am a total sucker for the "Tall, Dark and Handsome" stereotype. I like my men tall, with dark hair and tan skin. No offense to all my Asians and Africans out there, but I am just not interested. I've never been attracted to any of them and have never kissed or even been on a date with one. I am only physically attracted to white men. It doesn't matter where they are from, as long as they are white. My man should also have dark hair, preferably a bit longer (So I can run my fingers through it) He should not have pale skin, so I do prefer a tan guy with an olive complexion.
3. Sorry but no fatties or toothpicks, I once dated a guy that I was scared of breaking during sex because he was so tall and skinny and I don't want a chunky man. Later on in life, I wouldn't mind fattening my husband up, but that's because he is mine and I love making him happy (A way to a man's heart is through his stomach is ALWAYS true). I also get turned off by big muscle men and get rather scared than aroused by them. I do not like a hard body because I like to scratch and grab and if there is nothing to grab from, then it is not as much fun. I do, however, like muscular legs because men with muscular legs are amazing in bed, have long stamina and lots of power.
4. Great Kisser. My guy has to have soft lips and be a great kisser. French men kiss too lightly, Israelis almost bite your lips off. I want a man in between. Brazilians are usually amazing kissers and have a perfect balance of soft/hard. I have found out through my experiences that European men usually kiss softer, while South Americans and Middle Easterners are more aggressive (in bed as well) and Americans, well... Americans are just plain boring sometimes...
5. Although size sometimes really does not matter when in the heat of the moment, for me it does. I prefer big, thick dicks, but since those are not so readily available I have learned to appreciate others as well. If I think the guy's tool is too small, he never even gets a chance. Some guys with average size penis usually make up for it with their intense passion and amazing foreplay. Although I love foreplay, I prefer amazing sex and no foreplay over lots of foreplay and dull sex. I usually orgasm during intercourse and rarely from foreplay or before.
Stamina- They guy's gotta last at least 20 minutes and has to be able to continue for at least 2 more rounds after the first. I love sex, so a guy that can get it up for me and work it under any circumstance is HOT.
6. Now that we've established a guy's physical aspects and his sexual abilities, the next step in the list are his traits. I prefer a man with power that knows how to use it. I like arrogant, cocky guys who have power over others. The guy has to be confident and have very high self-esteem. I never like insecure men. I want a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. A man that lives with no fears.
7. Although I like to make men think I am smarter than they are in all circumstances, I still want my guy to be very intelligent, even smarter than me. His intelligence level turns me on and keeps the sparks going.
8. My man has to he successful and rich. No exception. He needs to be able to take care of me, whenever, wherever, at all times, I don't want a cheap guy, but I never care for expensive gifts or designer clothes so that is not an issue, I just want to wine and dine at great restaurants.
9. The guy has to be a great dresser, no sloppy style. GQ style. ALWAYS, unless of course when I rip off his suit and tie to get down to business.
10. Finally, my man has to have a great sense of humor and be able to understand my little jokes and laugh at them, while at the same time making me laugh continuously.
If all aspects are NOT met, I could always compromise with others, but usually I prefer for all to be met. When one step is missing and is affecting all the other ones, my opinion will change. A guy must have at least 7 out of 10 for me to even go on a date with him, otherwise, I don't think so...Good sex can only go so far and a guy with looks and brains can also get boring if not exciting in bed, so a good combination is urgent.
This is how I rate if a guy is a 6 or a 10. Usually if he has 7 of the traits listed then he is a 7, but if one of the trait is exceptional (for example if he is just so amazingly sexy or has a huge tool, or so funny) then he gets a few extra points added changing him from a 7 to 9. Most guys I date/see are usually 7s or better.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Brazil, yet Again
After a long day of working after no sleep, I arrived home prepared to sleep all night long. Unfortunately my sister had told me that she talked to some Brazilians from the weekend brunch and agreed to go for drinks with them. I contemplated going for a bit, decided not to go, to go, not to go, and then final decision was to go.
9:00 PM I put clothes on and wait for the guys to come pick us up. It was three of them getting us, I remembered the one that had a crush on me from the other day, so I talked to him. The fifth wheel was a very good looking guy as well, in my opinion, much better looking than the guy my sister was talking to, but I did not say anything.
10:00 PM We arrived at one of my favorite restaurants where I was impressed to find out that it was their choice. After a few drinks and long conversations I had just found out that my guy and the 5th wheel were the owners of one of the biggest club in Brazil. During the dinner I had already made plans to go visit them in Brazil, of course, on their budget, but still...Summer is not far from here so I mentioned I will be coming in June with my sister. Meanwhile, my sister went outside for a cigarette with her guy. The fifth wheel guy (Underage as well) asked me what to do, because he really likes her, so I told him to go outside and try harder. From that moment, it was a total cat fight for who was gonna have my sister. It was hilarious. I was busy talking to my guy. He admitted to me that I intimidate him a lot and that he feels like he has nothing to offer me since I can already have anything I ever want, but I made sure he knew that I liked him as well, and that I thought he was a cool guy.
12:00 AM Depressed that our Brazilians are leaving the next day (Since of course, we met them on the LAST day of their vacation) we decide to go for another drink with the guys. The competition for my sister is getting even more intense at this time. After hearing many sexy whispers in Portuguese in my ears about how bad he wants to kiss me, I turn to him and kiss him. Just lightly and shortly just so he remembers. We all exchange valuable contact information and get excited about seeing each other again in the summer time. The guys are very impressed with our choice for the bar, since we know the whole city better than anyone. After a couple drinks I start falling asleep on my guy so I tell them we should be getting home.
1:30 AM They drove us home and I gave my guy a goodnight kiss. My sister, however kissed her guy but dreamt about fucking the underage hotter one non stop. I told her to relax, because I had made plans for the underage one and my guy to meet us for coffee tomorrow before they left to go to the airport.
2:00 AM Smoking a joint with my sister laughing at what a great night we have. Apparently we can't ever get away from Brazilian men. Not a problem with ME.
9:00 PM I put clothes on and wait for the guys to come pick us up. It was three of them getting us, I remembered the one that had a crush on me from the other day, so I talked to him. The fifth wheel was a very good looking guy as well, in my opinion, much better looking than the guy my sister was talking to, but I did not say anything.
10:00 PM We arrived at one of my favorite restaurants where I was impressed to find out that it was their choice. After a few drinks and long conversations I had just found out that my guy and the 5th wheel were the owners of one of the biggest club in Brazil. During the dinner I had already made plans to go visit them in Brazil, of course, on their budget, but still...Summer is not far from here so I mentioned I will be coming in June with my sister. Meanwhile, my sister went outside for a cigarette with her guy. The fifth wheel guy (Underage as well) asked me what to do, because he really likes her, so I told him to go outside and try harder. From that moment, it was a total cat fight for who was gonna have my sister. It was hilarious. I was busy talking to my guy. He admitted to me that I intimidate him a lot and that he feels like he has nothing to offer me since I can already have anything I ever want, but I made sure he knew that I liked him as well, and that I thought he was a cool guy.
12:00 AM Depressed that our Brazilians are leaving the next day (Since of course, we met them on the LAST day of their vacation) we decide to go for another drink with the guys. The competition for my sister is getting even more intense at this time. After hearing many sexy whispers in Portuguese in my ears about how bad he wants to kiss me, I turn to him and kiss him. Just lightly and shortly just so he remembers. We all exchange valuable contact information and get excited about seeing each other again in the summer time. The guys are very impressed with our choice for the bar, since we know the whole city better than anyone. After a couple drinks I start falling asleep on my guy so I tell them we should be getting home.
1:30 AM They drove us home and I gave my guy a goodnight kiss. My sister, however kissed her guy but dreamt about fucking the underage hotter one non stop. I told her to relax, because I had made plans for the underage one and my guy to meet us for coffee tomorrow before they left to go to the airport.
2:00 AM Smoking a joint with my sister laughing at what a great night we have. Apparently we can't ever get away from Brazilian men. Not a problem with ME.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Fun in the Sheets
12:00 PM Woke up early this morning and straightened up the house since our family is coming to visit us.
2:00 PM Out and about roaming the streets hanging out and checking out stores and men with my sister, on the way to party brunch.
3:00 PM We meet with the three black musketeers from the other night for brunch. There we get a bit bored after a few drinks and decide to go to a total party spot.
5:00 PM We arrived to the party spot where I instantly recognizer many people. A super sexy Brazilian man-whore that I have hooked up with a few months ago (and had incredible sex) approached me and took my sister and I to his table. On the way there I had to stop to say hi to about 5 men I knew that I have dated previously.
Looking around I had realized that I've hooked up with too many guys in the party scene but I don't get bothered by it a bit. All the guys saw me and wanted me even more. At that point I had already made the decision of going to the Brazilian's man-whore's house later for another 5 rounds of amazing, passionate sex. I missed him a bit anyway plus I have been very horny for my Latin man. I still can't stop thinking about the Mexican, but I definitely can't wait around until he comes back for sex. I am a human that has basic sexual needs that need to be fulfilled on a daily basis. Latin men are usually very good in bed and full of passion, plus their accents turn me on so much.
He brings us to his table full of Brazilian hotties where all his friends try to hit on me and get my digits. I find it funny, then approach him and say "It's funny your poor friends are trying so hard, but they don't stand a chance if you are ever around" and he says "I know ;)". He attempts to make out with me in the public party spot but i turn him down. I do not want people to know we hook up, although we make the sexiest couple in the whole city.
6:30 PM After too many drinks, champagne and dancing my sister and I head towards our aunt's house to get ready to pick up the family from the airport.
8:00 PM Completely drunk we make it all the way in Queens while singing non stop out loud to Spanish music in the subway and getting strange looks from everyone. We were, however the only white people in the subway.
9:00 PM We arrive at the airport where we pick up our family then head back to Queens for a family dinner with everyone.
11:00 PM By this point my drunkness has worn off and I am getting sleepy until I get too many messages from my Brazilian whore. He is asking when I will come to his house, then I instantly change my mood and decide I should go over there and have some fun.
12:00 AM Back in the city finally I jump in a cab and head on over to his house. (The same building as the runaway frenchie) I try to hide a bit just in case the Runaway Frenchie is around just to make sure. The coast is clear so I head over to his apartment. As soon as I walked in the door he starts making out with me passionately. He was waiting to kiss me all day long but I would not allow him so at this point it is much more intense. He picks me up and takes me to his bedroom. We start fooling around and get naked.
2:00 AM After 2 amazing rounds of phenomenal sex, he asks if I want to watch a movie and cuddle(He's a big cuddler and me, not so much) So I'm not too psyched about that, since I would rather keep on fucking non stop all night. Oh well, I agree to watch the movie then lay on him and fall asleep. From my sleep I awaken quickly to find out he is horny again! YESSS!!! :) halfway asleep sex is the best because I am never sure if it is a dream or if it is really happening. After the third round I totally fall asleep very happy.
10:00 AM I wake him up with a surprise under the blanket and go for another amazing round right before I leave for work. He tells me to make sure that next time he doesn't have to wait two months before he sees me again, and that he wants me more often. Of course I agree and tell him yeah yeah, but in the back of my mind I am thinking that I probably won't see him too often. We are both narcissistic sex freaks who look amazing and have great sex and chemistry but I just don't see any future with us. Sex? Yes... Anything else, I don't think so... During sex we stare into the huge mirrored walls non stop. It always turns me on to see how sexy I look during it, especially if my partner is just as amazingly good looking. So, I had a great night of sex, slept very good, but now I am waiting for my next adventure!!!
2:00 PM Out and about roaming the streets hanging out and checking out stores and men with my sister, on the way to party brunch.
3:00 PM We meet with the three black musketeers from the other night for brunch. There we get a bit bored after a few drinks and decide to go to a total party spot.
5:00 PM We arrived to the party spot where I instantly recognizer many people. A super sexy Brazilian man-whore that I have hooked up with a few months ago (and had incredible sex) approached me and took my sister and I to his table. On the way there I had to stop to say hi to about 5 men I knew that I have dated previously.
Looking around I had realized that I've hooked up with too many guys in the party scene but I don't get bothered by it a bit. All the guys saw me and wanted me even more. At that point I had already made the decision of going to the Brazilian's man-whore's house later for another 5 rounds of amazing, passionate sex. I missed him a bit anyway plus I have been very horny for my Latin man. I still can't stop thinking about the Mexican, but I definitely can't wait around until he comes back for sex. I am a human that has basic sexual needs that need to be fulfilled on a daily basis. Latin men are usually very good in bed and full of passion, plus their accents turn me on so much.
He brings us to his table full of Brazilian hotties where all his friends try to hit on me and get my digits. I find it funny, then approach him and say "It's funny your poor friends are trying so hard, but they don't stand a chance if you are ever around" and he says "I know ;)". He attempts to make out with me in the public party spot but i turn him down. I do not want people to know we hook up, although we make the sexiest couple in the whole city.
6:30 PM After too many drinks, champagne and dancing my sister and I head towards our aunt's house to get ready to pick up the family from the airport.
8:00 PM Completely drunk we make it all the way in Queens while singing non stop out loud to Spanish music in the subway and getting strange looks from everyone. We were, however the only white people in the subway.
9:00 PM We arrive at the airport where we pick up our family then head back to Queens for a family dinner with everyone.
11:00 PM By this point my drunkness has worn off and I am getting sleepy until I get too many messages from my Brazilian whore. He is asking when I will come to his house, then I instantly change my mood and decide I should go over there and have some fun.
12:00 AM Back in the city finally I jump in a cab and head on over to his house. (The same building as the runaway frenchie) I try to hide a bit just in case the Runaway Frenchie is around just to make sure. The coast is clear so I head over to his apartment. As soon as I walked in the door he starts making out with me passionately. He was waiting to kiss me all day long but I would not allow him so at this point it is much more intense. He picks me up and takes me to his bedroom. We start fooling around and get naked.
2:00 AM After 2 amazing rounds of phenomenal sex, he asks if I want to watch a movie and cuddle(He's a big cuddler and me, not so much) So I'm not too psyched about that, since I would rather keep on fucking non stop all night. Oh well, I agree to watch the movie then lay on him and fall asleep. From my sleep I awaken quickly to find out he is horny again! YESSS!!! :) halfway asleep sex is the best because I am never sure if it is a dream or if it is really happening. After the third round I totally fall asleep very happy.
10:00 AM I wake him up with a surprise under the blanket and go for another amazing round right before I leave for work. He tells me to make sure that next time he doesn't have to wait two months before he sees me again, and that he wants me more often. Of course I agree and tell him yeah yeah, but in the back of my mind I am thinking that I probably won't see him too often. We are both narcissistic sex freaks who look amazing and have great sex and chemistry but I just don't see any future with us. Sex? Yes... Anything else, I don't think so... During sex we stare into the huge mirrored walls non stop. It always turns me on to see how sexy I look during it, especially if my partner is just as amazingly good looking. So, I had a great night of sex, slept very good, but now I am waiting for my next adventure!!!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Earth Day Flirting
8:00 PM I am destroyed from a long day of work and just want to take a long bubbly bath and go to sleep, unfortunately my sister committed us to go on a double date at a hip and trendy party restaurant with some big shot guys. Although I was am not really looking forward to going out, or seeing the guy, I am in a depressive, pissy mood that could only be altered by alcohol.
9:30 PM We get to the restaurant to find out the guys are such idiots and did not make reservations. In New York City on Thursday night at a hip and trendy place you should ALWAYS make reservations. Irritated that I have to stand up by the bar I start to lose patience. The tequila helps in changing my mood from pissy to energetic and full of life. Aaaaah, how I love tequila!!!
10:03 PM I look around and notice my sister and I are the only non-botox injected women in the whole place! Makes me feel good about myself :) Every man in the place is staring and taking notice of my presence. (Of course). In line for the bathroom I meet a tall, blue eyed, dark haired handsome Dutch man. He is sexy. I leave him and try to get back to my spot, but get stopped by 3 round, short Africans with shiny bald heads dressed like the Men In Black. They seem too familiar so I stop and think how I know them, realizing that they are friends with my friend that is a Dutch professional boxer and that they came to my last art gallery. We instantly become friends again, while I show them a picture of ALL 3 of them at my party from facebook. They invite my sister and I to brunch on Saturday. Great! We confirm.
11:00 PM Outside smoking a cigarette I get approached by a short Persian Jew. He seems familiar but I can't put my finger on how I know him. He tells me he is a facebook friend of mine and that I have ignored his invitations (to some of the most expensive restaurants) for months and it was funny to run into each other so randomly. I am bored by him, finish my cigarette and run back inside. Inside by the door I run into a French guy I dated. Poor guy is so intimidated to run into me that he turns red. He was too boring anyway so I say "Hi, nice running into you!, Long time no see, GOTTA GO!" on my way to the bar to find my sister I run into another French guy that insists I go out with him, but I keep refusing him. He owns a few restaurants in the city and is a great guy, but I'm not intrigued by him a bit. I exchange a few words with him then go on.
12:00 AM After finding my sister I reunite with the tall handsome Dutch man stranded in NYC because of the volcano (I love volcano eruption, so many sexy European men are now stuck here, like a herd of sheep and I am the wolf ready to attack the unexpecting figures) The Dutch guy has a German friend, and since my sister is fluent in German I introduce them then go on and take my guy by the hand in a narrow hallway. There we start making out passionately. He is a great kisser, Dutch guys never seem to fail me. Although I want to go home with him, my short attention spam distracts me from him and I decide to get my sister and go dancing.
1:00 AM On the way out of the restaurant, I run into a hot Turkish guy living in Boston that I have met a while ago. He also has a hot friend so I keep that in mind, tell him it was nice to see him and go on our new destination.
1:30 AM Outside on the way to the club where I was going to meet the French restaurant guy I saw tonight I see the three black musketeers. They pull us in a different bar. There we have a drink and decide to go with them to the same place we were headed to earlier to meet the French.
2:30 AM Not ever being denied entrance in any nightlife spot, my tolerance for waiting in line is zero. After a few minutes I tell the guys I am cold and hungry and leave to go home.
3:00 AM Finally arrived at the diner under our apartment to have the world's best burger. Yuuuummmm...
3:30 AM I text toe Turkish guys and tell them they better get their asses over to my place, PRONTO, because I am waiting for them with hookah and wine. They don't complain and within a few minutes they come knocking at our doors. We catch up on life, laugh non stop and have a great time together smoking hookah and drinking wine. Although I had only dirty thoughts in my mind about the sexy Turkish delight I wanted to enjoy, I controlled myself and remained a good girl.
5:00 AM Said Bye bye Turkish guys, now in bed, prepared for the 4 hours of sleep I will get before another long day at work. Aaaah, life!
9:30 PM We get to the restaurant to find out the guys are such idiots and did not make reservations. In New York City on Thursday night at a hip and trendy place you should ALWAYS make reservations. Irritated that I have to stand up by the bar I start to lose patience. The tequila helps in changing my mood from pissy to energetic and full of life. Aaaaah, how I love tequila!!!
10:03 PM I look around and notice my sister and I are the only non-botox injected women in the whole place! Makes me feel good about myself :) Every man in the place is staring and taking notice of my presence. (Of course). In line for the bathroom I meet a tall, blue eyed, dark haired handsome Dutch man. He is sexy. I leave him and try to get back to my spot, but get stopped by 3 round, short Africans with shiny bald heads dressed like the Men In Black. They seem too familiar so I stop and think how I know them, realizing that they are friends with my friend that is a Dutch professional boxer and that they came to my last art gallery. We instantly become friends again, while I show them a picture of ALL 3 of them at my party from facebook. They invite my sister and I to brunch on Saturday. Great! We confirm.
11:00 PM Outside smoking a cigarette I get approached by a short Persian Jew. He seems familiar but I can't put my finger on how I know him. He tells me he is a facebook friend of mine and that I have ignored his invitations (to some of the most expensive restaurants) for months and it was funny to run into each other so randomly. I am bored by him, finish my cigarette and run back inside. Inside by the door I run into a French guy I dated. Poor guy is so intimidated to run into me that he turns red. He was too boring anyway so I say "Hi, nice running into you!, Long time no see, GOTTA GO!" on my way to the bar to find my sister I run into another French guy that insists I go out with him, but I keep refusing him. He owns a few restaurants in the city and is a great guy, but I'm not intrigued by him a bit. I exchange a few words with him then go on.
12:00 AM After finding my sister I reunite with the tall handsome Dutch man stranded in NYC because of the volcano (I love volcano eruption, so many sexy European men are now stuck here, like a herd of sheep and I am the wolf ready to attack the unexpecting figures) The Dutch guy has a German friend, and since my sister is fluent in German I introduce them then go on and take my guy by the hand in a narrow hallway. There we start making out passionately. He is a great kisser, Dutch guys never seem to fail me. Although I want to go home with him, my short attention spam distracts me from him and I decide to get my sister and go dancing.
1:00 AM On the way out of the restaurant, I run into a hot Turkish guy living in Boston that I have met a while ago. He also has a hot friend so I keep that in mind, tell him it was nice to see him and go on our new destination.
1:30 AM Outside on the way to the club where I was going to meet the French restaurant guy I saw tonight I see the three black musketeers. They pull us in a different bar. There we have a drink and decide to go with them to the same place we were headed to earlier to meet the French.
2:30 AM Not ever being denied entrance in any nightlife spot, my tolerance for waiting in line is zero. After a few minutes I tell the guys I am cold and hungry and leave to go home.
3:00 AM Finally arrived at the diner under our apartment to have the world's best burger. Yuuuummmm...
3:30 AM I text toe Turkish guys and tell them they better get their asses over to my place, PRONTO, because I am waiting for them with hookah and wine. They don't complain and within a few minutes they come knocking at our doors. We catch up on life, laugh non stop and have a great time together smoking hookah and drinking wine. Although I had only dirty thoughts in my mind about the sexy Turkish delight I wanted to enjoy, I controlled myself and remained a good girl.
5:00 AM Said Bye bye Turkish guys, now in bed, prepared for the 4 hours of sleep I will get before another long day at work. Aaaah, life!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Moroccan Hashish
1:30 PM Met with an old college friend for lunch to flirt around and catch up. He is a big time UFC fighter and works with the DEA now. Very sexy guy, we always used to talk nonstop about sex in class. We never hit it off romantically, but it was OK, because to this day we are still very good friends.
4:30 PM Went to the spa for a Brazilian, facial, manicure and pedicure. I am fresh and ready for more fun now!
6:30 PM Met with a sexy Brazilian who lives around my area for a coffee. Of course he wanted me to come to his place and "talk" there, but I quickly denied him since I knew I had a date later that night with someone else.
7:30 PM Met with the Senior Vice President or a big corporation (AKA my date) at a very high end restaurant. There he bored me to death with his stories of life and how he was just certain that deep down inside I am a very passionate girl, but I am afraid of commitment. Little did he know I was not a bit interested in him but rather in his status and for networking purposes. He was a Libra so he kept talking of deep emotions and commitment stuff, and by that time I was falling asleep.
10:00 PM Since it was an early date I decided I could at least go for another drink with him then ditch him and go see another guy. We met up with his friend at the French restaurant he owns and had drinks there. All the men at the table were like hungry dogs and I was their steak. After being eye fucked by every person in the restaurant, including the women, I decided to break it off and go home.
11:00 PM I get home and change to nothing but a short white T-shirt dress and a sexy thong.
12:00 AM I tell the Moroccan guy I am dating to come pick me up because I want to smoke.
1:00 AM Smoked a few joints and talked about everything in life. We got along great! Had many things in common and he is very good looking... Too bad he is not so talented with using his penis. I lost interest half way during sex and kept thinking of the next joint I was about to smoke.
2:00 AM After he attempted to have sex with me twice, I was very excited to be over with him. Poor guy thought we had a great time, but unfortunately he did not stimulate me in any way shape or form. Sometimes I feel bad for these guys, but then I snap back in reality and try to find my next prey.
3:00 AM Finally in his car on the way back home smoking a joint! Now i am in heaven! I was thinking of how comfortable my bed was going to be and how happy I was to not hang out with him anymore!
Conclusion: Boring date, delicious dinner, even more delicious drinks, forgettable sex and many joints...
4:30 PM Went to the spa for a Brazilian, facial, manicure and pedicure. I am fresh and ready for more fun now!
6:30 PM Met with a sexy Brazilian who lives around my area for a coffee. Of course he wanted me to come to his place and "talk" there, but I quickly denied him since I knew I had a date later that night with someone else.
7:30 PM Met with the Senior Vice President or a big corporation (AKA my date) at a very high end restaurant. There he bored me to death with his stories of life and how he was just certain that deep down inside I am a very passionate girl, but I am afraid of commitment. Little did he know I was not a bit interested in him but rather in his status and for networking purposes. He was a Libra so he kept talking of deep emotions and commitment stuff, and by that time I was falling asleep.
10:00 PM Since it was an early date I decided I could at least go for another drink with him then ditch him and go see another guy. We met up with his friend at the French restaurant he owns and had drinks there. All the men at the table were like hungry dogs and I was their steak. After being eye fucked by every person in the restaurant, including the women, I decided to break it off and go home.
11:00 PM I get home and change to nothing but a short white T-shirt dress and a sexy thong.
12:00 AM I tell the Moroccan guy I am dating to come pick me up because I want to smoke.
1:00 AM Smoked a few joints and talked about everything in life. We got along great! Had many things in common and he is very good looking... Too bad he is not so talented with using his penis. I lost interest half way during sex and kept thinking of the next joint I was about to smoke.
2:00 AM After he attempted to have sex with me twice, I was very excited to be over with him. Poor guy thought we had a great time, but unfortunately he did not stimulate me in any way shape or form. Sometimes I feel bad for these guys, but then I snap back in reality and try to find my next prey.
3:00 AM Finally in his car on the way back home smoking a joint! Now i am in heaven! I was thinking of how comfortable my bed was going to be and how happy I was to not hang out with him anymore!
Conclusion: Boring date, delicious dinner, even more delicious drinks, forgettable sex and many joints...
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