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This is our City of Angels (and Porn Stars)!!! Have you ever wondered what’s is really going on here in Sexland what we call Los Angeles which is the "Internet" and "Movie" Porn capital of the world?
My blog (hopefully) will be funny, witty, enjoyable and informative with my tilted perceptions on and about really nothing except various meandering thoughts and open conversations about living life here in the Porn capital of the world, Los Angeles (okay ..really the San Fernando Valley)!
Lucky for me, much of my time is spent out driving about in and around Los Angeles. From the trendy areas of Silverlake/Echo Park and Downtown LA to the Glitzy Westside areas of Pacific Palisades and Brentwood to the conservative Palos Verdes Peninsula.
Every neighborhoood around LA has its own lifestyle ..so to speak!!!
So truly my hope is that we can enjoy this exercise together and please be constructive in your comments!!!
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Beach, bicycle, bbq and a blow job... yes a full day
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Posted:Jul 23, 2018 12:46 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2018 12:50 am
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It has been a full day. Sunday,whew, thank goodness this week is over. It started like any average week, then took a turn on Tuesday around noon, when a homeless guy assaulted me and eventually bit my index finger when I was finally able to restrain him. Yes a homeless guy. No, I was not feeding him “finger food” like a few people joked on social media.
Well the weekend started okay with a couple of exes and women I’ve known decided to call and see how I am doing. It’s funny to watch ex lovers, sex partners and other intimate friends circle back after a few years! This ABC* must have done something right. Still recovering, a close friend stopped by and took me for frozen yogurt at the Big Chill in Westwood, which happens to be a few blocks from where my finger ended up in another persons mouth getting chomped on! FYI trust me, usually when any of my fingers end up in a another persons mouth, it’s usually during sex and not during a melee with a crazy homeless guy.
While at yogurt we ran into a mutual friend, Louise, who joined us at a table in the shoppe for yogurt and an extended conversation. It is great living here in LA, there are always quirky and interesting people and even some you can connect with! Louise in one of those characters. Imagine Joan Rivers funny and quick witted, yet taller and a not New York ethnic. Louise has been single a few years and told us her only is now 18, a recent hs grad and is headed to college....via a gap year and scheduled around the world trip! In addition, the is dating a hs dropout who has her wrapped around her 11th grade dropout finger. Long story short Louise invited herself over to my place Sunday (today) when she heard we were going to grille chicken. So there my Sunday started with plans on Saturday night.
This morning a buddy drove over to my place and brought his two young , so they could ride here at the beach. Since my place is only a few blocks from the bike path, this sort of thing does happen often... so the beach and bicycle ride was awesome. Upon arriving back home, around 11am, Louise was pulling up. I waved my friend and his goodbye and with my bike shorts walked Louise up to my place. Lucky me my friend had already marinated the chicken and dropped it off Saturday before we headed to yogurt, so all I had to do is heat up the grille and make the side dishes.
Louise volunteered to boil the potatoes and eggs for the potato salad while I showered. I turned on the TV and the last episode of Westworld, since she had not seen it. I jumped into the shower, to rinse off the light sweat from the ride and hot sun...refreshing. As in the movies, my mind carried me away to fantasy and Louise getting into the shower bending over with shower spray gently grazing her while her round ass swallowed my cock... only fantasy not reality. When I got out of the shower, we sat and talked about life and the exes and Just bs. My other friend showed up, on bicycle with a mutual friend who does bike repairs. It was nice to sit at my table, gaze out at the ocean view while enjoying a great , yet relatively light meal with three enjoyable people.
After dinner, we all laughed about how we were in a food coma and wanted to crash on the couch together. Finally, my two cycling friends headed out and I walked Louise to her car. It was really a fun filled day, so much so, my mind added one more thing....Mass at my church. Not that you or anyone who knows me would consider me religious since that is not the case, yet going to mass felt right. Lucky me, my instinct was right that mass was the place for me at 5:30.
Pulling into the underground parking lot at 5:20 ish almost running late it allowed me to make light conversation with a few women also in the same situation running a bit late. One had stopped her car in front of me, dropped off what looked like her husband and , the other parked near my car with Washington license plates. I commented to the mom, when she walked to the elevator that she had the chance to make a run for the hills..we laughed when she said she had thought about it...the Washington plate girl (she is 3 walked up while we were laughing and not knowing the joke, I asked if she were going to make a run for it too. She said that’s why she is inLA. I welcomed her. We all entered St Monica’s.
After mass the Washington girl waved being friendly, I then asked if she was headed to her car and I would walk her since we were parked close. I introduced myself and introduced herself. I asked her about the plates, she is here as a first year adjunct professor/ researcher at Ucla in one of the sciences. As a USC guy, I teased her and told her she chose the wrong university! I went on to say it is nice being a “Trojan”. She replied if I wear them too? This quick wit response actually got my dick hard. In someways 38 is young, nubileand naive ..in many others ways is why my dick responded..she is experienced and ready. I responded no,that my real preference is bareback or if I had to ..lifestyles magnum.
Either way, we did not fuck. Maybe another day, yet having her suck my cock in her car at my parish in the subterranean parking lot was enough, no my cock did not cum..too nervous . I’m still shocked god did not send a thunderbolt down to wipe at least me off the face of the earth. Yet overall it was a great day.
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Sex as medicine...
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Posted:Jul 20, 2018 10:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2018 11:10 am
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Tuesday morning, while meeting with a friend at Starbucks on Westwood Blvd, my attempted good deed was thwarted by an attack by a homeless guy. Okay, maybe he was not homeless. Yet his backpack, small bag, older laptop chrome book styled computer and nothing resembling a Starbucks purchase on his table led me to believe that.
Well other than getting my finger bit by this crazy homeless guy and a few scratches on my face and arm and the emotional drain okay for the most part. Over the last few days, I’ve had to cancel a few meetings and extend a deadline or two since my dominant hand was affected in the melee. The phone calls and support from friends/people who know me casually has felt great, especially the one offer of a blow job from an acquaintance.
While the doctor has me on antibiotics, there is little if any pain in the finger...just the inconvenience of not being able to do the simple things like pick up a pen and sign my name at the grocery store, use my toothbrush normally and masturbate. Even with the limitations and loss of complete flexibility in my left hand, the idea of getting a blow job is quite appealing as a consolation prize.
Recently, as you may have read, an Senior Sizzle member has gone cold on the idea of a continuous connection, which is her decision to make. While it would be nice to have started indulging myself and my hard ABC* into her self-described tight pussy, in another way it a god-send /blessing for me. It was a nice consolation prize when she checked in on me (We had a scheduled outing I had to cancel). Yet the wonderful offer of a blow job came from the Hawaiian princess and her beautiful brown skin. Hmmmm.
Although the Princess and I have fucked a few times previously, we have not fucked in maybe two . The last time was after dinner at her place in OC, or maybe it was a late night drive or what some have called a late night booty call. Whenever it was, it was a while ago and a my cock’s distant memory. The idea of her blow job did make the situation feel better. So maybe sex is good medicine too!
ABC* Average Black Cock
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Hawaiian lunch in Carson, Ca
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Posted:Jul 18, 2018 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2018 6:00 pm
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Monday, it was nice to be invited to lunch with a woman I’ve had the pleasure, yes very pleasurable, time with. How would she be described, other than an Hawaiian princess without the princess title.
Imagine the most beautiful brown skin, and it actually shimmers! Her skin is so beautiful and clear. Her smile is amazing and yet still girl next door charming, yet it also can stop a room full of men in their tracks when she smiles. That I’ve actually watched happen when we were out having dinner in Orange County with her a few years ago. She walked into the bar area of the Arches in Newport Beach and every guy, mostly middle aged / older white guys in slow motion swiveled their heads toward the door and followed her smile and beautiful long brown tanned legs...walk all the way from the door to my warm hug. As an average 6’2 guy, with a permanent tan, it was great feeling to see that happen in live action.. Back to my lunch.
She decided on the venue, after a small conversation about where to and what to eat. Her decision of a Hawaiian spot, Home in Lahaina, was to offer me some of the great tasting Hawaiian cruisine that her home state offers. ....(to be continued)
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Meeting up on an Senior Sizzle date....
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Posted:Jul 17, 2018 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2018 2:38 pm
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Oh my week has been a bit strange, to say the least.
A few days ago a woman I met here on this Senior Sizzle site, intimated while we chatted online that she was looking for someone with an ABC (*Average Black Cock) instead of a BBC (Big Black Cock). Of course, based on many specimens that are seen here on Senior Sizzle, on many other online sites and in porn (or your box as a dick pic), my 7'5" although larger than what is considered average by the medical community, is still lacking and truly not in the BBC category of cocks.
It amazes me that she had the audacity (or for courtesy I will assume it was just an honest question) to ask me to measure my own cock. My concern would be if I measured it from the base of those great looking balls (they are mine, so I am going to be very proud of them) and she felt it should have been measured from the stem another 3" that is used when thrusting into a tight pussy, which she has told me in person, after some dessert and tea, her body is blessed with. Oh the idea of my hard ABC sliding into a pussy that has only been used, by her words, by a dozen men. How lucky my cock might have been as number lucky 13....
It has not happened due to this measuring issue. Of course, there is always a solution to the measurement quandary, have her use those tiny fingers to open my fly, slide my cock out of its location and slowly massage / stretch my dick to full erection, so she with her own fingers, hand and eyes gauge the possible implication of my cock going into her sweet juicy and (based on her word, I am just reporting) tight pussy.
Of course the feeling when she moved her hands across and slid across my crouch when we were lightly kissing on nearby Montana avenue, did not get me erect, mostly due to the fact of my my mind controlled the agenda and thought through the facts...1. public place and 2. as a Black man, the last thing that myself or my attorney would want is to bail me out of jail for sex in public place.
Back to having her self measure, so she had the facts clear and correct and she could measure anyway she wanted..... it seems that my slightly large (from age and junk food and not working out enough) stomach, abdomen, paunch, middle, midriff, girth; tummy, tum, breadbasket, gut, guts, insides, , potbelly, beer belly, spare tire has given her second thoughts. Now maybe since she is on this wonderful site (laughing) and she is seeking a sensual, smart, intelligent and sexually active companion while she decides if divorce is an option this plus the fact she prefers that person is single and unattached and seemingly his cock must first not be too large (BBC) or (or I guessing) too small,,,maybe we should change her screen name and call her Goldilocks?
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This could be simple, yet it’s not....
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Posted:Jul 15, 2018 5:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2018 5:20 pm
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After a year or so away, my decision to Rejoin this Senior Sizzle site a few weeks ago has been in many ways as it is advertised, entertainment! Of course as with many here, life is filled with work and friends. Of course it would be a waste of time and energy whining about the many who are demanding and pulling me in one direction or another without regard for my time. Yet that would be another conversation we could have another time.
Over the last week, especially here on Senior Sizzle, it is nice to interact online and in person with others who have similar sexual/ sensual desires. Of course we, okay I’ll speak for myself here, I like to fuck. It seems the older I have gotten the more pussy is available to sample. Yet with my age come wisdom, to know that sometime not fcking is better in the long run. There is always a price tag with any and all encounters, even those sexually. We weigh the pros and cons and decide if the encounter is worth the stress or headache or just the time that we have expended. Not that you would find me a overly handsome or extremely endowed specimen. Just call me an average don, with a sense of humor and some common sense. Here on this Senior Sizzle site, meeting and chatting with other adults should be easy, yet it’s not.
Of course, the younger age profiles with the single picture..usually one without friends in it or a location that can be identified as local are automatically ignored by this guy. It’s fun to read how they are a maybe a devout Christian woman who is seeking their true love and husband! It makes me chuckle to think why the fuck are they here on this site looking for an honorable man for their husband .... based on what I see dick pics
(including mine)
are the norm here. Men who want to fuck, because a. They like to b. They don’t get it at home c. They were just released from an institution and need to catch up. d. Who the fck knows why. Anyway, it’s a sex site.
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Back to the beginning...
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Posted:Jul 12, 2018 12:06 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2018 12:28 am
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Maybe it is my age or that my b#@&s$*t meter has just become fine tuned. The young women who keep reaching out to me and suggesting they are still looking for their one true love or romance with the man of their dreams seems just absurd to say the least on this site, wouldn’t you agree!
Well, signing back into my Senior Sizzle account after an absence of a year (plus or minus) has offered me a fresh view into myself and my dating..errr sexual proclivities. While sex is a good and a very healthy activity that is enjoyed by myself and many others, it’s not an activity I am willing to trade off sanity / peace of mind for. In my twenties, thirties and maybe even drifting into my young forties sex was the ultimate goal/end game. Fuck to fck was okay. Driving my black cock inside a wet pussy, lubricated vaginal tract was what can be and has been described as heaven on earth! Getting fucked by your lover is perfect, no matter the time or place.
Sadly, some things have changed for me. Conversation, if it is stimulating and enjoyable, helps my cock harden before sliding my hard black dick into a hopefully naturally lubricated pussy. That conversation also helps me make that ultimate decision to move forward and fck that tight wet pussy, mouth and tight ass or to lay back and watch / let time close that sexual door if my instinct tells me it’s not worth a headache afterwards. My attorney says it right, although it’s hard to listen to a man for relationship advice who has been married 6 times. He told me one day not long ago, to only spend time with women who are nice and don’t make your head hurt after talking/spending time with them.
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Meeting people, let me be honest, women here has never been easy for this black average guy. Maybe it’s my screen name [sexaddictdon] that scares them off or the fact that I am a 6’1.5 black male without a large cock...or that my race or religion does not work for them... ether way, those that do communicate with me get it.. we are here to enjoy ourselves and hopefully share with other like minded people! This is entertainment at its finest...
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Happy 4th of July!
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Posted:Jul 3, 2018 8:56 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 10:42 am
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Wishing you and your family / friends a safe and sane 4th of July. I do hope you have a good bang and fireworks too!
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Busy life ...my sexual drive really has diminished
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Posted:Feb 26, 2017 6:48 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2018 1:24 pm
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Over the last 60 days or so, life has gotten busy and crazy. Not that I am generating more $$$$ (I wish) it seems it is just the minutia of a busy and full life.
I have been offered sex about once a week, yet have refused it due to thinking about how a liaison and a good fuck might just throw me off my business game the next day. Is it my age and wisdom of experience, or just my sex drive is falling off a cliff?
Who knows, but it feels good writing about it.....
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Saying no thank you ...tactfully!!!
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Posted:Dec 12, 2016 12:11 am
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2017 6:42 pm
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Tonight, I had to say no for the umpteenth time to an ex lover. While we were lovers many years ago, it truly does not matter if we were a committed long term relationship (which it was not) a short term fling or a one night stand (bingo - closest of the options listed).
A few months ago she called to ask me for my professional opinion. We set up a meeting and talked business for about a hour. During our meeting, which was about a week after her call, she suggested that we should social meet up from time to time since we were friends. I kindly demurred. I even clarified that she might want to have someone else handle her business issue, so there was no misunderstanding. She assured me she wanted me to help her with her business issue.
Several weeks after our meeting and a half dozen emails and texts from her, it dawned on me she was not moving forward on the business front, I called her and she explained it was due to a change of management in her company and things seemed to have straightened out. I thanked her for asking me to step in and help and wished her the best i her endeavors, she invited me to dinner at her place and I gracefully turned her down, this was August 2016.
In September 2016, she invited me to fly to Thailand and Vietnam with her. She called me to tell me her travel partner could not make it and she could change the name on the trip for a minimal cost to her and -0- cost to me. Again, I wished her a safe trip and told her I could not go, it would not be appropriate nor feasible for us to spend that much time, outside of a business relationship. Upon her return, she has contacted me by phone or email/text at least once a week.
Tonight she called me, let a message saying that she had made "gumbo" (she is a southern girl) and left it with my doorman (security guy at my building) while I was at the USC/ Pepperdine Basketball game. This has moved off the scale of being "fatal attraction" or being friendly and neighborly, this is downright sad. I had to call her tonight when I got home and to tell her thank you for thinking of me and the food, yet please do not do that again.... while I was on the phone with her, the doorman (night desk security guy) just knocked on my door with a wrapped holiday gift from her. WTF.... How do you ask someone to stop that kind of action, without being a complete dick?
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Breast Man or?
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Posted:Nov 18, 2016 11:05 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2016 10:49 am
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To be honest, I am not a breast man. for the record, I am not a leg man either.
Tonight when speaking to an ex lover on the phone, one of her comments reminded me of a sexual fallacy; that ever man loves big humongous breasts. I don't.
Personally I prefer an athletic built body of more the volleyball basketball player vs the track runner or swimmer. "B" cups are more than adequate in my book, if you are asking. If my lover/partner has "A" cups, those are cherished and are desirable to me. Maybe it was my upbringing and seeing older women (20s and 30s - when I was young that was older) and their large breasts (D" cup and larger) and the men around me would go bonkers. I would also see the really older women (50's and up) with the sagging breasts and compare them with women at the same age without that issue. Those women with smaller breasts seemed younger and more mobile.
How we learn at a young age, when the boys at school would chase the "big breasts" I would enjoy the pleasure of the smaller breasted women and probably got laid more often.....
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Is being crazy contagious? - There is always a price you must pay
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Posted:Nov 16, 2016 11:21 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2016 10:47 am
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While riding the train downtown last evening (yes we now have light rail trains in and around Los Angeles) to the Lakers / Brooklyn Nets game(at Staples Center) my phone blew up (figuratively not literally) with texts from not one but two former booty calls. What was strange is both of the booty calls have from time to time tried to reconnect with me a time or two in the past. I have said a kind and respectful no thank you for another trip down memory lane.
One is in her late to mid 40s. She is a writer on the NFL also a single mom with a high school in the house (I have written here about her before). The other is an insurance executive in her early 50s, whom I fucked a few times as a booty call, this was maybe 15-16 years ago. Both ended up being ore than a handful and the short term/casual sex connections were terminated with prejudice. You know the old godfather III saying; Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in. Basically, you know when you think you might have gotten yourself out of trouble, the texts start showing up on your phone.
I agree that some people really need the last word in anything and for some people it is important they need to make sure you hear the last two or three or four words. For the most part that is okay with me. Let them say their piece(s) of advice and then let us all move on along with our lives. Back to the nice women who texted me....
I'll blog today only about the writer. How I do understand she is looking to grow in her sexuality and sensual experiences. We connected based on our NFL connection and she decided she wanted to have a few firsts. First booty call, first black cock and first affair after she broke up with her" third" ex husband. Check , check and check. Literally the morning after we fucked I got an email from her stating it was a mistake to fuck me and her "sexual adviser" told her she would be punished by him for doing so, unless she cut me off.
When I read that email, I honestly started to laugh. After laughing, I responded but really had to ask, since may people I know only have financial and maybe spiritual advisers ..WTF is a sexual adviser? She told me. She met a "DOM" and clarified it was only an online relationship and she never met him physically. I asked her, in the next email, only to find out if he was long distance or was he local. Come to find out from her, he lived within an hours drive of where we both live in Santa Monica. If you know LA Traffic, that is an hour in traffic, so early morning or evening it could be 15-20 minutes away. WTF, he was local so why had they not met... The answer, based o what she told me..he felt she was not ready to become one of his selected few. Laughing even more by now.
It dawned on me she was absolutely crazy and that perhaps it might be contagious and my ass should steer the fuck off to the side of the road, park and let this crazy train traffic move past. I did so with grace and dignity. I suggested that hr path was her own and I would bow out and not contact her again. And out of courtesy and respect for her journey, she in return should lose my number. She thanked me. I thanked me.
This pact between us, well it lasted only 48 hours as she reached out to me again. This time suggesting she realized she would never meet her spiritual adviser in person and wanted more of me. I have said thanks and refused several dozen times since then.
We have talked football from time to time and she always brings up her sexual escapades. Her MFM threesome, her BBC experience and sadly how she felt "violated" by a date, her gang bang by teenage (almost) skateboarders. I am happy for her and her growth and her sexual learning experiences. Yet this black cock of is staying parked at my house.
It does matter how much she may text or call, I am not willing to pay that price for chaos and drama. Nothing is worth giving away any piece of mind..
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President Elect Donald J. Trump got me laid.....
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Posted:Nov 10, 2016 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2016 7:39 pm
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Tuesday night, we in the United States elected as a country Donald J. Trump as President. This is not a political rant BTW. While, being a liberal in social issues and a conservative fiscally he was not a candidate that I would vote for, even if he were the only one on the ticket. It seems many of my friends and family feel that way. Being educated from social experience and academics and seeing both sides of the tracks; it has taught me that balance is important, concern for others and compassion with a focus on doing the right thing at all times.
Long story short, I did not vote for the current President elect. That is not a shock of course, being a minority man who has had to face prejudice head on. Attending a conservative university (USC) and watching segregation happen with economics and race as a factor. Well, early Wednesday morning, after the election result were in and Secretary Clinton had conceded the election, my doorbell rang. It was around 1:30 PST, luckily I was up. I put my TV on pause and when I answered the door, It was a neighbor Lisa, who also attended my Alma Mater, The University of Southern California (USC).
I answered the door with shorts and a t-shirt, it was shocking that Lisa stopped by. Of course, I was concerned when I saw her it was 1:30 in the morning, she looked a bit disoriented. I asked her if she was okay and wondered if there was an emergency and if she needed my help. We are friendly. While I can't call Lisa a friend, we have attended a few football games (Go Trojans) and alumni functions together. We wave at each other when we do pass each other, yet we are not on a buddy phone call/text basis. She said she needed to talk to someone and if it is too late, we could do it later. I was up, so of course I asked if she wanted to come in and have some tea. I excused my dress, since I was unwinding and was readying for bed.
Lisa was raised behind the "Orange Curtain" Orange County California, in the city of Costa Mesa right here in Southern California. Orange County is known today for its "Real" housewife show, the OC and Disneyland. In my youthful years, Orange County (OC) was known for its conservationism and racial divide. Out of the 25 most populous metropolitan areas in the United States, OC was the only one with an African-American population of less than 5 percent of the total (2.2 percent). MY father used to say, when driving to Disneyland that his car kept pulling to the right! Well Lisa was born and raised right in the middle of err..upper middle class of OC.
Lisa sat down on my leather couch and saw the program I was watching on the TV frozen on pause. Yes, I tried to get my mind free of the election by somewhat binge watching a few episodes of program on Syfy, the magicians. Never has this program interested me, until that night while flipping through on demand content. Lisa commented about the program and asked if I was a fan. I explained, no, just wanted to watch something mindless to take my mind off of the election. We continues talking, while I heated up some water in my kettle for a nice tea. She preferred the Lemon Chamomile, while I went with Trader Joes Mint. She asked if she could sit and watch the episode together, she said she was having a tough night with the election and wanted company. I started the episode again from the beginning.
Lisa, started talking during the episode, which was okay with me since I had seen the early part of the episode already. She shared on how she was a lifelong Republican and was torn on who to vote for. Over the last month, she could not pull herself for voting for Hillary, yet could not vote for the guy who was a pig in her words. The same man who would allowed his to be called a piece of ass on Howard Stern, a man who married three times and a man who was recorded bragging on how he could just grab a woman by the pussy and not be chastised due to his celebrity. She said she was torn and now felt guilty for not voting for either candidate.
Lisa continued on and eventually started crying and said that she was afraid that her like many other women, mostly Republican, either did not vote at all or for the current President elect thinking their votes did not matter when in effect it may have mattered the most getting him elected. I could see she was upset. The Magician program was still on, with the volume lowered so she would not be interrupted. She looked at me and asked me to hold her. I reached over and pulled her into a comfortable hug on the couch, while on the screen two of the characters undressed and walked outside into the cold. While holder her and her tears drying up, the characters turned into foxes and played in the snow. Lisa looked up at the TV also and then laughed. I asked her if she had seen this episode and she smiled and said yes. She then lifted up out of my arms and kissed me.
Wow what a surprise. While admittedly, I have had many a late booty call. Usually with someone I know, a web site (POF or Match) fuck and even once or twice from this site (with someone I did not know) yet an election night booty call was a first.
Lisa kissed me with passion and conviction. She said she did not want to talk about the election right now she just wanted to fuck me. We kissed on the couch and got each other aroused and then finally walked around to my bedroom......
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