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.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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...
NO ID? NO BOOZE!
I have not been able to stop thinking about my Caliente Mexican lover. I make sure the feelings are mutual by sending hot pictures to remind him of what awaits him in New York City. I already forgot about the Runaway Frenchie. He is good in bed but there is no passion, plus I still can't get over his arrogance. Yesterday I had a girls night out in order to get drunk off margaritas. Unfortunately I forgot my ID and everyone was certain I was underage. My friends were sneaking me tequila shots under the table just like in the good old days when I used to drink underage. We go to a "hot" NYC night club to find out we are the ONLY people there. How weird. We were debating if we should just make the club ours and start dancing like crazy but then we gave up and went to another bar. There, of course they would not serve me since I looked so damn young so we decided to just go home and blaze while having girl talk.
2:30 AM Walking home from her apartment I get hit on by a large group of sexy men outside the great hotel I visited a few days ago... Aaaaah, brings back memories...
2:30 AM Walking home from her apartment I get hit on by a large group of sexy men outside the great hotel I visited a few days ago... Aaaaah, brings back memories...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Runaway Frenchie
In order to understand about this guy, I have to give a quick briefing. We met for a few minutes and totally eye fucked each other a few months ago. We somehow got in touch the day we met and he came to my house. At my house I came to the conclusion that the guy was not so much into me and that he was the most arrogant rich spoiled French man I have ever met in my life. I didn't care. Sex doesn't care about personality, it's about the sexual connection. I had guests sleeping in my bedroom so I took him into a little room where he complained there is no bed but still managed to eat me out for half an hour. I told him I am not having sex with him, but he still tried. After eating me out I told him I had to go to the bathroom.
On the way back from the bathroom I became confused because i did not see him in the house anymore. There was a strange noise like crickets in an empty forest. The door was cracked as well. I realized he had ran away!!! WTF??? I sent him angry messages asking him what the fuck? And he acted like it's no big deal, very cool, but I totally ignored all his messages for months after this incident. Since I ignored him non stop, he became more interested and wanted to see me ever more. (That's how it usually works with men, the more you ignore them, the more interested they become) Last Friday night nobody was in town due to a music festival and I was very horny. I decided to give him another chance and invited him over to my house since I was alone. He impressed me very much and fucked me very very good a few times. Then he left AND said goodbye :) Although he pleased me very much, I still chose to be a bitch and ignore him for a while. He wanted to see me all week and I ignored all his messages.
Last night he sent me a message saying I should come to his house. I told him I have plans and I don't know if I will have time for him but I will let him know later. (hehehehe)
For Israel Independence Day, my sister and I decided to celebrate. Knowing how much I love Jewish Israeli men, I was excited to be out while they were all going to be out as well. Unfortunately, the night did not go as expected.
7:30 PM I meet with a super hot Swedish guy at a lux hotel rooftop on 5th Avenue. While my sister was talking to him, I was checking out the sexy men in suits smoking cigars and drinking champagne that were also checking me out non stop. After a couple drinks, we had to go to a private party for Israel Independence Day.
9:00 PM We arrive at the Israeli's house for the private party and have a few drinks surrounded by short Jewish people. We are literally the tallest people in the apartment. Interesting. After a bit we finally go to the event at the club so I get happy to meet more sexy Israeli men.
10:30 PM We arrive at the club where all the short Israelis in our group (including the girls) have a hard time to get in. I know everyone that works in nightlife so I get irritated and want to go inside by myself, but my sister doesn't let me, telling me it would be very rude to ditch everyone and go in by ourselves. I just don't ever wait in lines. NOT my style. After we get in, we shortly realize that we can literally see over every one's heads. We are still the tallest ones in there. Becoming very bored very quickly we make a snap decision to leave without saying bye and just disappear. There are no hot men and everybody is too drunk already. Not cool.
I text my runaway Frenchie and ask him for his address to make the anticipation begin.
11:30 PM As we walk to find a cab we start smoking a cigarette and find out it feels quite nice outside, so we continue walking. I tell her I don't want to go to his house right away because I want to make him wait for me as long as possible, just for the hell of it. So we walk in the meatpacking neighborhood looking for new men and a bar to get a drink. We get to our favorite place for drinks and in the elevator up to the rooftop we meet a strange guy who buys our drinks at the bar. As soon as we get the drinks we ditch him and go browse for sexy men. Unfortunately there are no sexy men so we become disappointed.
12:30 AM I finally decide it is time to go to the runaway Frenchie's house. Since he lives downtown I tell him he has to drive me back to my place after due to the inconvenience of my travels. He agrees, so I go to his place.
1:00 AM I get to the same building a Brazilian I date lives in!!! The same exact building!!! How odd. Oh well. His place is amazing. Beautiful, artistic and large with amazing decor. I become more interested. His two chiwawas are completely adorable too. We go to his bedroom and do the deal. Very good again. After we finish, he ties me up with "sex rope" and experience sex tied up. Nice. After I escape from my rope, I give him the longest massage while his dogs kiss my feet nonstop. It was quite the romantic moment.
3:00 AM He drives me home in his new red Ferrari. Nice. Maybe next time I won't be such a bitch and see him earlier and actually reply back to his messages. Nah, it's still more fun to play hard. :)
On the way back from the bathroom I became confused because i did not see him in the house anymore. There was a strange noise like crickets in an empty forest. The door was cracked as well. I realized he had ran away!!! WTF??? I sent him angry messages asking him what the fuck? And he acted like it's no big deal, very cool, but I totally ignored all his messages for months after this incident. Since I ignored him non stop, he became more interested and wanted to see me ever more. (That's how it usually works with men, the more you ignore them, the more interested they become) Last Friday night nobody was in town due to a music festival and I was very horny. I decided to give him another chance and invited him over to my house since I was alone. He impressed me very much and fucked me very very good a few times. Then he left AND said goodbye :) Although he pleased me very much, I still chose to be a bitch and ignore him for a while. He wanted to see me all week and I ignored all his messages.
Last night he sent me a message saying I should come to his house. I told him I have plans and I don't know if I will have time for him but I will let him know later. (hehehehe)
For Israel Independence Day, my sister and I decided to celebrate. Knowing how much I love Jewish Israeli men, I was excited to be out while they were all going to be out as well. Unfortunately, the night did not go as expected.
7:30 PM I meet with a super hot Swedish guy at a lux hotel rooftop on 5th Avenue. While my sister was talking to him, I was checking out the sexy men in suits smoking cigars and drinking champagne that were also checking me out non stop. After a couple drinks, we had to go to a private party for Israel Independence Day.
9:00 PM We arrive at the Israeli's house for the private party and have a few drinks surrounded by short Jewish people. We are literally the tallest people in the apartment. Interesting. After a bit we finally go to the event at the club so I get happy to meet more sexy Israeli men.
10:30 PM We arrive at the club where all the short Israelis in our group (including the girls) have a hard time to get in. I know everyone that works in nightlife so I get irritated and want to go inside by myself, but my sister doesn't let me, telling me it would be very rude to ditch everyone and go in by ourselves. I just don't ever wait in lines. NOT my style. After we get in, we shortly realize that we can literally see over every one's heads. We are still the tallest ones in there. Becoming very bored very quickly we make a snap decision to leave without saying bye and just disappear. There are no hot men and everybody is too drunk already. Not cool.
I text my runaway Frenchie and ask him for his address to make the anticipation begin.
11:30 PM As we walk to find a cab we start smoking a cigarette and find out it feels quite nice outside, so we continue walking. I tell her I don't want to go to his house right away because I want to make him wait for me as long as possible, just for the hell of it. So we walk in the meatpacking neighborhood looking for new men and a bar to get a drink. We get to our favorite place for drinks and in the elevator up to the rooftop we meet a strange guy who buys our drinks at the bar. As soon as we get the drinks we ditch him and go browse for sexy men. Unfortunately there are no sexy men so we become disappointed.
12:30 AM I finally decide it is time to go to the runaway Frenchie's house. Since he lives downtown I tell him he has to drive me back to my place after due to the inconvenience of my travels. He agrees, so I go to his place.
1:00 AM I get to the same building a Brazilian I date lives in!!! The same exact building!!! How odd. Oh well. His place is amazing. Beautiful, artistic and large with amazing decor. I become more interested. His two chiwawas are completely adorable too. We go to his bedroom and do the deal. Very good again. After we finish, he ties me up with "sex rope" and experience sex tied up. Nice. After I escape from my rope, I give him the longest massage while his dogs kiss my feet nonstop. It was quite the romantic moment.
3:00 AM He drives me home in his new red Ferrari. Nice. Maybe next time I won't be such a bitch and see him earlier and actually reply back to his messages. Nah, it's still more fun to play hard. :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Comedy Night
This is a typical day when you live your life without restrictions.
After walking around the whole city for many hours, catching up with friends and effortless happy hour abuse, my sister and I decided to have a chill night and not go out to clubs or hot spots and just go smoke hookah. We go home to change in comfortable jeans and tops, while I smoke a fat joint, she drinks her wine.
8:00 PM We meet with our beautiful Norwegian girlfriend for hookah, catching up and a few bottles of wine. As we discuss life and romance, many men stare at us and start planning their approach. After the wine bottles were finished, we say our goodbyes to the beautiful Norwegian and start heading towards 99 cent pizza.
PIZZA
11:00 PM We are high and drunk and are DETERMINED to get the 99 cent pizza we much dreamt about. On the way we get approached by a funny guy. Seriously. A funny guy. He makes some little jokes then while walking we did not realize he was heading us towards a underground lounge for comedians to perform. Interesting. We decided to go in for more drinks and get the pizza after wards.
2:00 AM After a comedy overload our throats start hurting from too much laughing so we leave and go on with our mission to get pizza. At a stop light we see a guy with two slices of pizza. We tell him we want the pizza. He gives us the pizza. Judging by this guy's appearance, he was a total Lower Eastsider hippie drug using pot head. So we ask him for weed. He invites us over to his house to smoke. After I rolled 3 nice joints of Sour Diesel we decide to go. Leaving the guy with no pizza, less weed and no numbers didn't seem so exciting (FOR HIM HEHEHEHEHE)
3:30 AM Home with my sister after stealing pothead's pizza, she admits to me that she has a confession to make. She tells me to look in my purse in the cigarette container. In the cigarette container I found the remainder of the guy's weed. Nice one sis! Considering the fact that she doesn't even smoke weed, stealing weed from hippie drughead for her loving sister is the sweetest gift!
Conclusion: heart-2-heart with friend, comedy clubs, drughead's house, stole pizza and weed. laughed hysterically.
After walking around the whole city for many hours, catching up with friends and effortless happy hour abuse, my sister and I decided to have a chill night and not go out to clubs or hot spots and just go smoke hookah. We go home to change in comfortable jeans and tops, while I smoke a fat joint, she drinks her wine.
8:00 PM We meet with our beautiful Norwegian girlfriend for hookah, catching up and a few bottles of wine. As we discuss life and romance, many men stare at us and start planning their approach. After the wine bottles were finished, we say our goodbyes to the beautiful Norwegian and start heading towards 99 cent pizza.
PIZZA
11:00 PM We are high and drunk and are DETERMINED to get the 99 cent pizza we much dreamt about. On the way we get approached by a funny guy. Seriously. A funny guy. He makes some little jokes then while walking we did not realize he was heading us towards a underground lounge for comedians to perform. Interesting. We decided to go in for more drinks and get the pizza after wards.
2:00 AM After a comedy overload our throats start hurting from too much laughing so we leave and go on with our mission to get pizza. At a stop light we see a guy with two slices of pizza. We tell him we want the pizza. He gives us the pizza. Judging by this guy's appearance, he was a total Lower Eastsider hippie drug using pot head. So we ask him for weed. He invites us over to his house to smoke. After I rolled 3 nice joints of Sour Diesel we decide to go. Leaving the guy with no pizza, less weed and no numbers didn't seem so exciting (FOR HIM HEHEHEHEHE)
3:30 AM Home with my sister after stealing pothead's pizza, she admits to me that she has a confession to make. She tells me to look in my purse in the cigarette container. In the cigarette container I found the remainder of the guy's weed. Nice one sis! Considering the fact that she doesn't even smoke weed, stealing weed from hippie drughead for her loving sister is the sweetest gift!
Conclusion: heart-2-heart with friend, comedy clubs, drughead's house, stole pizza and weed. laughed hysterically.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
MEXICAN MEN
Lately I have been curious about South Americans. After a good experience with Brazilians I have had a strange craving for Mexican men. There are two types of Mexicans. The indigenous ones (short, tan and fat that have blue collar jobs) and then the super rich totally white sexy ones. I am obviously turned on by the higher class.
1:00 PM I awake in a drunken state of mind, hungover and still drunk from the night before. I must continue with this life and get ready to drink again.
2:30 PM I get invited to a new brunch in a NYC hotspot so I take my sister and go. My friend is late so I get in with a new guy I had just met outside.
4:00 PM after a few drinks and food I have to leave to go to work to cover a shift for a girlfriend. At work I get hit on by a few sexy men but I pay no mind to it. I give my sister an assignment to come pick me up with someone from work and to have a place to go to after.
7:00 PM My sister shows up drunk with a white collar rich Mexican hottie. I get excited. We go to a rooftop hotel for drinks where I meet his friends. The friend with a girlfriend was hitting on me and my sister non stop. Then he had another very rich friend from Mexico as well. But he was fat. :( Although fat, the guy was hilarious and very interesting so I hang around and talk nonstop.
10:00 PM I tell them to leave the place to go to my house for drinks. After we arrive at my house we find out all the Mexicans are staying at the nice hotel right across the street from my house.
11:00 PM we get hungry so we tell them. They take us to the expensive sushi restaurant right down the street and my fat guy spends $400 on the meal.
12:30 PM They come pick us up from home with another hot Mexican. They tell us we have to go back in front of their hotel to get a ride from there. In front of their hotel is a large group of super sexy young Rich Mexican men and a limo. Of course the limo is for us and I get totally turned on by another Mexican, not the fat one.
1:00 AM outside of the club waiting for more Mexicans to arrive I ask the hottie Mexican "y tu, como te llamas" and then it goes from there. He gets the point that I am interested in him. In the club (where we got the most expensive table) we start drinking and get this sex vibe between us. By this time the fat guy is trying to score with every chick in his way. I grab the hottie Mexican's hand and take him in a corner and we start making out passionately.
3:00 AM He tells me his flight is at 9 back to Mexico and if we go now, we will have 3 hours. I grab his hand and leave to my place.
4:00 AM we go to his hotel room across the street from my place where we fuck twice. He was not so good, but still had a great character and potential for future fucks.
6:00 AM he walks me back home where i don't want to let him leave but eventually I do. He was so sexy and I will miss him :'(
1:00 PM I awake in a drunken state of mind, hungover and still drunk from the night before. I must continue with this life and get ready to drink again.
2:30 PM I get invited to a new brunch in a NYC hotspot so I take my sister and go. My friend is late so I get in with a new guy I had just met outside.
4:00 PM after a few drinks and food I have to leave to go to work to cover a shift for a girlfriend. At work I get hit on by a few sexy men but I pay no mind to it. I give my sister an assignment to come pick me up with someone from work and to have a place to go to after.
7:00 PM My sister shows up drunk with a white collar rich Mexican hottie. I get excited. We go to a rooftop hotel for drinks where I meet his friends. The friend with a girlfriend was hitting on me and my sister non stop. Then he had another very rich friend from Mexico as well. But he was fat. :( Although fat, the guy was hilarious and very interesting so I hang around and talk nonstop.
10:00 PM I tell them to leave the place to go to my house for drinks. After we arrive at my house we find out all the Mexicans are staying at the nice hotel right across the street from my house.
11:00 PM we get hungry so we tell them. They take us to the expensive sushi restaurant right down the street and my fat guy spends $400 on the meal.
12:30 PM They come pick us up from home with another hot Mexican. They tell us we have to go back in front of their hotel to get a ride from there. In front of their hotel is a large group of super sexy young Rich Mexican men and a limo. Of course the limo is for us and I get totally turned on by another Mexican, not the fat one.
1:00 AM outside of the club waiting for more Mexicans to arrive I ask the hottie Mexican "y tu, como te llamas" and then it goes from there. He gets the point that I am interested in him. In the club (where we got the most expensive table) we start drinking and get this sex vibe between us. By this time the fat guy is trying to score with every chick in his way. I grab the hottie Mexican's hand and take him in a corner and we start making out passionately.
3:00 AM He tells me his flight is at 9 back to Mexico and if we go now, we will have 3 hours. I grab his hand and leave to my place.
4:00 AM we go to his hotel room across the street from my place where we fuck twice. He was not so good, but still had a great character and potential for future fucks.
6:00 AM he walks me back home where i don't want to let him leave but eventually I do. He was so sexy and I will miss him :'(
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