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"If You Ever Get Bored Just Give Me A Call!"
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"If You Ever Get Bored Just Give Me A Call!" Hi there and welcome to my first blog post! Don't know if this will be an ongoing thing or not. 'll depend on whether or not you all enjoy my writings, of course. I'll mostly be writing about some of the crazy experiences I've had with women because things like what I'll be talking about just don't happen to me on a regular basis! For example: August 2007. I was working part time in a shitty supermarket and interning twice a week as a radio promoter at a music marketing firm in Manhattan. One afternoon, while working, I heard a familiar voice to . I hadn't seen Luann in more than two and had all but forgotten about her. She was a member of my college radio station with me in the Fall 2004 semester and left after when she transferred to another college. I was happy to see her, as she explained to she had home for good and re-enrolled this college. We talked for a few extra minutes and then I parted ways with her so I could go on my break. "There you are, I was looking for you!", she said to as I was clocking back in. She then asked for my and we parted for good, or so I thought. A week passes, I received a from Luann while at my internship. She asked if I wanted to hang with her night a concert, and I sadly had to let her know I'd already promised my boss I'd him rewire the office and I was going to even get for it, but I'd let her know when I got out. Hours pass and, as I finally leaving the office to head home she called me to check on me . I let her know I was heading home now and I heard laughter on her end. She explained a friend made a joke about the way she was dressed. I'd only jokingly said something about to see it for myself. Her very serious sounding response? "Well hurry up...". "Am I getting laid tonight?", I asked myself as I hung up the phone. After leaving the ferry I called her to let her know I was nearby but would still have to get to my car from the train. The excitement in her voice made it painfully clear yeah, I was most likely getting laid. It was strange to , simply because I never saw her like . Not I thought she was ugly (she wasn't trust !) or I hated her. I simply just never viewed her in regard. I parked my car at an abandoned station where she was. Standing outside my door, I looked down for a second. I bring my head back to see this tiny yet voluptuous woman with booty shorts, torn fishnets, a navy blue trench coat and a tank top just BARELY covered her 40Fs. You read right. She ran to , hugging , before kissing in such a passionate way in which I'd never before experienced. "Yeah, I'm getting laid tonight!", I told myself. We began to drive around, looking for a remote area to park and have sex without being seen. "Sigh. I just got out of a bad relationship", she told . So there it was, I was clearly a rebound of sorts - but I was going to make damn sure I enjoyed this for as long as I could! She was really into finding places where it was easy to get caught, she liked the thrill of it, essentially make her an exhibitionist. Which is most likely how we wound up right across from a now defunct arcade where everyone and anyone could see exactly what was going on. Freak. But if there was one thing turned on about her over ANYTHING else she did night, it was her nonchalant attitude towards anything sexual. Foreplay? Why bother? I began to caress her neck and her chest, as I would've done with any other woman. Her response? "Here you go, just suck it", she told as she just whipped her left breast out of her tank top. I'd never seen from any woman before. We'd proceed to have sex in the passenger seat of the car as opposed to going to the back. Passionate doesn't describe the intensity of just how hard we went. Luann fucked like a pro. She thrusted along with and, when I needed to take just few seconds to adjust my body, she kept on going, as if her very sanity depended on doing whatever it took to release whatever tension was inside her at moment. I asked her to lick my face and she did so without hesitation. alone was done with such a sensuality my own impending tension release, as it were, would be even more intense. She was so wet, even before we began, my cock easily slipping out of her, guaranteeing I'd to take one hell of a shower once I got home. The next night she called me to say hi. She wasn't able to see me night, as she wasn't feeling too good. I don't remember much about conversation except how it ended: "Ok well if you ever get bored, just give a call!" she insisted in her nonchalant tone. This fling would only last about three weeks but this was just the beginning. |
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