Not sure exactly where this goes, it is technically a field report, though I don't plan to go into much detail.
I met a girl recently online, had her come over, met on the street outside, brought her home, had sex, had sex again, sent her home. The girl was something I haven't had for a while and had started to miss - white, blonde (dyed), teen (19), fellow ethnic mediterranean - she was a little chubbier than her photos, but still pretty attractive - but the whole affair kind of disgusted me. It was so easy, and I'm not too much of a thrill of the hunt kind of guy, easy usually works for me, but this time it seemed different. Pathological, like this girl had to have some dick and didn't really care who it belonged to, and I was convenient.
The sex was great, as crazy chick sex often is. I filmed it, and this was the first time I filmed sex out of a self-preservation instinct rather than just for fun and posterity - I wanted some protection against any kind of false accusation, though if anything I was the victim, that girl almost broke my dick after I let her get on top. We stayed in touch a little bit afterwards, she said she was bipolar. I'm pretty sure she's not going to make any problems for me, if anything she seems more detached about the sex than I am. It almost felt like I had sex with a prostitute who hasn't yet realised she should be charging her customers money. Maybe it's just the obvious higher risk of disease that had me kind of put off at the whole thing, though I protected myself. Careful what you wish for I guess.
I met a girl recently online, had her come over, met on the street outside, brought her home, had sex, had sex again, sent her home. The girl was something I haven't had for a while and had started to miss - white, blonde (dyed), teen (19), fellow ethnic mediterranean - she was a little chubbier than her photos, but still pretty attractive - but the whole affair kind of disgusted me. It was so easy, and I'm not too much of a thrill of the hunt kind of guy, easy usually works for me, but this time it seemed different. Pathological, like this girl had to have some dick and didn't really care who it belonged to, and I was convenient.
The sex was great, as crazy chick sex often is. I filmed it, and this was the first time I filmed sex out of a self-preservation instinct rather than just for fun and posterity - I wanted some protection against any kind of false accusation, though if anything I was the victim, that girl almost broke my dick after I let her get on top. We stayed in touch a little bit afterwards, she said she was bipolar. I'm pretty sure she's not going to make any problems for me, if anything she seems more detached about the sex than I am. It almost felt like I had sex with a prostitute who hasn't yet realised she should be charging her customers money. Maybe it's just the obvious higher risk of disease that had me kind of put off at the whole thing, though I protected myself. Careful what you wish for I guess.
