The First Meeting
Was there booze involved? sure. Not too much, just the right amount. Drugs? Possibly. She might have been high. After all, she was a rebellious young girl at a punk music show.
I barely spoke to her for two minutes. Cannot remember what was said, nor even her name. Inconsequential details. The energy; the vibe, that’s what’s important.
When our eyes met and our souls collided I knew, as I had known with so many before, that we would soon be sharing more than just contact details.
Lost in the waves of people but details exchanged; plans to meet at The Next Place.
Outside, stumbling around, meeting new people having a good time. It became clear that we wouldn’t make it to The Next Place. I tell my buddy –
The Next Day
With the giddy memories of the previous night’s shenanigans still fresh, and the power of the vibe still coursing through my red-blooded veins, I began a text conversation with my Damsel, planning on melting her with the full force of my charisma and having her dash to my side to consummate our love.
After much whimsical banter:
What happened next surprised me.
Nothing.
Nor the next day.
By Tuesday I decided to give my damsel a nudge
Ring Ring
There followed a stilted and somewhat awkward conversation. I was in a noisy place. She was on a bus.
The vibe was not as strong as it had been and all of the charming, witty, romantic, honest and cheeky things which had previously wanted to pour forth were now stuck in my throat.
I admitted to being a little nervous and shy. She did too.
We agreed that we would meet the following day, and that we would finalize details via text, and then we said goodbye.
After much mutually amusing texting, and many gifs of Tom, Jerry, and Kumamon, John Travolta and kittens, we arrived at a time and location for our meeting.
The “Date”
There was a time when I used to drive a gas powered scooter. That was great for meeting girls. Convenient.
There was a time when I used to get around on an electric scooter (one or another or another, depending on the thieves and the police) that was also great for meeting up with girls.
Now, however, I have to improvise. Although having a girl come directly to your nearest subway station makes life a lot easier.
She texted me half an hour before the allotted time to tell me she was about to arrive. Half an hour later I went to the metro station to meet her.
I rode on a public bike that I’d found unlocked. My “horse”
She exited the station and beamed happily when she saw me. I hugged her in greeting. She noticed I was sweating, gave me a tissue and the three of us walked on, with me in-between she and my stallion.
She asked my plan, and I really didn’t have one.
She suggested a milk tea but I told her there was a new bar over the bridge, I’d not been in there yet.
I noticed she had a tattoo behind her ear, so I took the opportunity to touch her hair, brushing it away from her neck for a closer look. I wish I could remember what it meant, it might be important.
I discussed her outfit. “I’ve got dragons on my pants!” she said. “I’ve got a dragon in my pants.” I replied.
The bar was closed.
She suggested a coffee in the Family Mart but I know a place for ice cream, which also happens to be a bar, which also happens to be around the corner from my place, so we set off for there, with me sometimes riding on my bike, pulling wheelies and bunny hops or riding in a circle around my damsel as we chit chatted happily.
As we walked past my building I pointed out my apartment, noting the height, the lack of an elevator, and the 6 flights of stairs necessary to climb to reach there. I asked damsel whether she had strong legs to which she answered in the affirmative.
I talked about my neighbours, the old people who surround me. The lady with the baby-stroller for her dogs. The weird guy down the corridor who chews betel. The lovely old geezer who lives with his daughter.
Some of them nod and smile as we walk past. Talk about a DHV
At the bar we tried several different ice creams but decided to go inside for a coffee. They didn’t have coffee. I chose a beer for us and paid cash.
We sat down and began to really get to know each other.
We talked about lives, identities, pasts, futures, Tolkien (!) she told me she was bipolar. I explained why I didn’t believe that was a thing.
She told me she had tried to commit suicide. I took her hands, which she interpreted as my trying to comfort her. “No, I’m checking for scars.” I said matter-of-factly.
She explained that she’d wanted to jump out of the window.
She asked if i had tattoos, and told me she wanted another. where? in the centre of her cleavage. I voiced my disapproval.
She mentioned being hungry and wanting dumplings, but refused my suggestion of ordering food to my place.
Too soon
We kept talking. I pointed to the black lace collar she was wearing.
Too soon
Again she is hungry and mentioned dumplings. By now we had finished our drinks so we walk around the corner to a place we had discussed. Inside, she ordered for both of us and paid, and (i was surprised) we agreed to take-it-away back to my place.
We both rode public bikes the short distance home with me carrying the food and leading the way.
She kept good pace with my climbing the stairs. I was impressed.
I opened a bottle of champagne because, Why not? I always have a bottle in the fridge for occasions such as these. (Look out for BOGOF bargains at the supermarket. Two bottles for fifteen bucks isn’t bad)
We ate, drank and listened to music. She finished eating and sighed in contentment.
“Happy?” I asked, rubbing her on the tummy
Moments later she suddenly seemed incredibly sad.
So I kissed her. Gently. On the lips. Just once, and then sat back next to her again.
“Thank you”
Within minutes we were both naked. Making out hard and passionately. I admired and complimented her incredible body, her beautiful smile.
“I know” was her response to every compliment.
"you see? you want to put a tattoo there? what a terrible idea!"
I straddled her belly and put my penis close to her face. Because everyone should know by now, always have your girl touching your dick before you started giving her sensual pleasures.
She refused, so I momentarily withdrew, half-sitting next to her on my sofa. Then I thought fuck it and pushed her down, thrusting my dick into her as deep as I could. Great stuff. We were fucking for a minute when she suddenly started crying.
I stopped, but didn’t withdraw. I held her face in my hands. I spoke gently but firmly, smiling
While dealing with this roadblock I had started to gradually ramp up the tempo of my fucking
I had her remove the choker. She wanted to leave it but I thought it might get broken in the melee. We made brutal, passionate, violent love with a lot of slapping, biting and choking
At one point, after we had slowed down a little, we had rolled onto my computer mouse and interrupted the music, causing some funny/embarrassing videos of me at work to come on.
Holding her with one hand and trying to use my left hand to use the mouse
“did you like the music? Yeah lets put that back on … look how pretty you are, your beautiful lips. I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face. You’re gonna look so sexy with my cum all over you. In your hair and on your face, and dripping down all over these magnificent breasts. Depends how much there is. I think there’s gonna be a lot. Doesn’t that sound nice? You’d like that wouldn’t you …”
With her refusal to suck my dick earlier I thought I might have some persuading to do but this time there was no hesitation. I fucked her mouth and came in her face and had her finish me off with her mouth and her hands.
We took a shower and she said she was sleepy. I suggested a nap in my super comfy bed and we went to lie down together. I dozed for a while while she slept in my arms. Just as I was really falling to sleep she started to wake me up, intertwining our legs. It was pitch-dark in my room by this time and the sex, completely blind just with the touch and smell ... amazing.
later we drank a little, ate some fruit, listened to music, and then i took her to the subway station and bade her farewell.
in short, 5 stars
Was there booze involved? sure. Not too much, just the right amount. Drugs? Possibly. She might have been high. After all, she was a rebellious young girl at a punk music show.
I barely spoke to her for two minutes. Cannot remember what was said, nor even her name. Inconsequential details. The energy; the vibe, that’s what’s important.
When our eyes met and our souls collided I knew, as I had known with so many before, that we would soon be sharing more than just contact details.
Lost in the waves of people but details exchanged; plans to meet at The Next Place.
Outside, stumbling around, meeting new people having a good time. It became clear that we wouldn’t make it to The Next Place. I tell my buddy –
The Next Day
With the giddy memories of the previous night’s shenanigans still fresh, and the power of the vibe still coursing through my red-blooded veins, I began a text conversation with my Damsel, planning on melting her with the full force of my charisma and having her dash to my side to consummate our love.
After much whimsical banter:
What happened next surprised me.
Nothing.
Nor the next day.
By Tuesday I decided to give my damsel a nudge
5 seconds later …
Ring Ring
There followed a stilted and somewhat awkward conversation. I was in a noisy place. She was on a bus.
The vibe was not as strong as it had been and all of the charming, witty, romantic, honest and cheeky things which had previously wanted to pour forth were now stuck in my throat.
I admitted to being a little nervous and shy. She did too.
We agreed that we would meet the following day, and that we would finalize details via text, and then we said goodbye.
After much mutually amusing texting, and many gifs of Tom, Jerry, and Kumamon, John Travolta and kittens, we arrived at a time and location for our meeting.
The “Date”
There was a time when I used to drive a gas powered scooter. That was great for meeting girls. Convenient.
There was a time when I used to get around on an electric scooter (one or another or another, depending on the thieves and the police) that was also great for meeting up with girls.
Now, however, I have to improvise. Although having a girl come directly to your nearest subway station makes life a lot easier.
She texted me half an hour before the allotted time to tell me she was about to arrive. Half an hour later I went to the metro station to meet her.
I rode on a public bike that I’d found unlocked. My “horse”
She exited the station and beamed happily when she saw me. I hugged her in greeting. She noticed I was sweating, gave me a tissue and the three of us walked on, with me in-between she and my stallion.
She asked my plan, and I really didn’t have one.
She suggested a milk tea but I told her there was a new bar over the bridge, I’d not been in there yet.
I noticed she had a tattoo behind her ear, so I took the opportunity to touch her hair, brushing it away from her neck for a closer look. I wish I could remember what it meant, it might be important.
I discussed her outfit. “I’ve got dragons on my pants!” she said. “I’ve got a dragon in my pants.” I replied.
The bar was closed.
She suggested a coffee in the Family Mart but I know a place for ice cream, which also happens to be a bar, which also happens to be around the corner from my place, so we set off for there, with me sometimes riding on my bike, pulling wheelies and bunny hops or riding in a circle around my damsel as we chit chatted happily.
As we walked past my building I pointed out my apartment, noting the height, the lack of an elevator, and the 6 flights of stairs necessary to climb to reach there. I asked damsel whether she had strong legs to which she answered in the affirmative.
I talked about my neighbours, the old people who surround me. The lady with the baby-stroller for her dogs. The weird guy down the corridor who chews betel. The lovely old geezer who lives with his daughter.
Some of them nod and smile as we walk past. Talk about a DHV
At the bar we tried several different ice creams but decided to go inside for a coffee. They didn’t have coffee. I chose a beer for us and paid cash.
We sat down and began to really get to know each other.
We talked about lives, identities, pasts, futures, Tolkien (!) she told me she was bipolar. I explained why I didn’t believe that was a thing.
She told me she had tried to commit suicide. I took her hands, which she interpreted as my trying to comfort her. “No, I’m checking for scars.” I said matter-of-factly.
She explained that she’d wanted to jump out of the window.
She asked if i had tattoos, and told me she wanted another. where? in the centre of her cleavage. I voiced my disapproval.
She mentioned being hungry and wanting dumplings, but refused my suggestion of ordering food to my place.
Too soon
We kept talking. I pointed to the black lace collar she was wearing.
The ever-so-slight raise of her shoulders and eyebrows, together with the upturned corner of her mouth and tilt of her head said “yes”.
Too soon
Again she is hungry and mentioned dumplings. By now we had finished our drinks so we walk around the corner to a place we had discussed. Inside, she ordered for both of us and paid, and (i was surprised) we agreed to take-it-away back to my place.
We both rode public bikes the short distance home with me carrying the food and leading the way.
She kept good pace with my climbing the stairs. I was impressed.
I opened a bottle of champagne because, Why not? I always have a bottle in the fridge for occasions such as these. (Look out for BOGOF bargains at the supermarket. Two bottles for fifteen bucks isn’t bad)
We ate, drank and listened to music. She finished eating and sighed in contentment.
“Happy?” I asked, rubbing her on the tummy
Moments later she suddenly seemed incredibly sad.
So I kissed her. Gently. On the lips. Just once, and then sat back next to her again.
“Thank you”
Within minutes we were both naked. Making out hard and passionately. I admired and complimented her incredible body, her beautiful smile.
“I know” was her response to every compliment.
"you see? you want to put a tattoo there? what a terrible idea!"
I straddled her belly and put my penis close to her face. Because everyone should know by now, always have your girl touching your dick before you started giving her sensual pleasures.
She refused, so I momentarily withdrew, half-sitting next to her on my sofa. Then I thought fuck it and pushed her down, thrusting my dick into her as deep as I could. Great stuff. We were fucking for a minute when she suddenly started crying.
I stopped, but didn’t withdraw. I held her face in my hands. I spoke gently but firmly, smiling
While dealing with this roadblock I had started to gradually ramp up the tempo of my fucking
So I slapped her face because, never do what a girl tells you to do.
I had her remove the choker. She wanted to leave it but I thought it might get broken in the melee. We made brutal, passionate, violent love with a lot of slapping, biting and choking
At one point, after we had slowed down a little, we had rolled onto my computer mouse and interrupted the music, causing some funny/embarrassing videos of me at work to come on.
Holding her with one hand and trying to use my left hand to use the mouse
“did you like the music? Yeah lets put that back on … look how pretty you are, your beautiful lips. I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face. You’re gonna look so sexy with my cum all over you. In your hair and on your face, and dripping down all over these magnificent breasts. Depends how much there is. I think there’s gonna be a lot. Doesn’t that sound nice? You’d like that wouldn’t you …”
With her refusal to suck my dick earlier I thought I might have some persuading to do but this time there was no hesitation. I fucked her mouth and came in her face and had her finish me off with her mouth and her hands.
We took a shower and she said she was sleepy. I suggested a nap in my super comfy bed and we went to lie down together. I dozed for a while while she slept in my arms. Just as I was really falling to sleep she started to wake me up, intertwining our legs. It was pitch-dark in my room by this time and the sex, completely blind just with the touch and smell ... amazing.
later we drank a little, ate some fruit, listened to music, and then i took her to the subway station and bade her farewell.
in short, 5 stars
