alright i ummed and ahhhed over this. i was never gonna put it in an LR. then, while travelling, i thought it might make a good short story, so i began a "fictionalized" (but not really) version of it. i never finished it because i realized there was no point to the story, no moral, just a series of events (which is another thing i learned from GC, have a point when you open your mouth).
now i wanna put it in a LR because i mentioned it on another thread and the other member asked me to.
so, it's half story, and i'll fill in the rest as best i can. it was a while ago. all the text convos are intact though. there's more on an old broken phone but i'll just do my best from memory.
i feel like an absolute twat posting this but ... meh, it is what it is. anyway, whether or not you like the style, the story itself is very interesting, i'm sure you'll agree
Part 1, The Park
Him: last pic with long hair means ... you cut it off?
Her: yes..^^
Him: So you voluntarily cut off something which makes you feminine? How you feel about the new 'do?
Her: I just wanted to try short hair. I never did after junior high school so I cut it. Now I am going to grow it long hair again since some of my friends said I looked better with long hair ...
Actually I feel short hair is easier to handle after exercise.
Him: so you're making up for lost time, trying all the things you never had chance to before ...
What kind of activity are you doing to get your hair sweaty and messy?
Her: I jog and swim
Him: A Chinese girl who can swim... how unusual. I had you down as a yogini
Her: why unusual? a lot of Chinese girls can swim.....
Him: A lot of Chinese girls are afraid of sunshine and water. You seem a little more outdoorsy. I like that
Her: haha, I am afraid of sunshine too but there is a thing called sunscreen! I put it on why not enjoy the sunshine
Him: You seem like a fun girl. I might have to invite you for a walk in the sunshine so you can try to impress me with your feminine charms
Her: Well you better start to pray for a sunshine day
Him: you too. what day is good for you?
Her: perhaps sunday, not sure if it will be raining
Him: yes, we wouldn't want the lady to get wet. sunday then. [redacted] park. 11.30
here's my number- [redacted]. give me yours
Her:Ok, if not raining. Mine [redacted] Whats your name please?
Him: yes, if it's raining we go to plan B. i'm ben
He stood watching the crowds. Looking for somebody looking for him.
A grey, tailor-made shirt showed his athletic figure without being ostentatious. Blue jeans, bootcut, snug around the ass and thigh. His favourite casual shoes, soft, red-brown leather. He'd found them in a second-hand market.
Hair suitably tousled. beard exactly the right length - five days after a trim, that was when he always looked his best.
not great, but good enough.
Is this her? Inwardly he groaned. Don't let this be her!
She caught his eye and he recognized her recognition.
"Daisy!" he said with a smile, hiding his disappointment.
"Ben?" her nervous reply.
"Yes" he said warmly. He opened his arms for a welcoming embrace. "Nice to meet you!" they both chimed.
"Shall we?' he set off walking into the park. She followed alongside. "What's your plan?"
"Well, i thought we'd walk around for a little while and get to know each other. Then, if I like you I'll buy you a coffee over there." he moved his arm in the general direction of the two coffeeshops side by side at the entrance to the park.
"Wait, let me look at you." he touched her arm to bring her to a stop and turn her towards him.
He let his gaze drift down to her feet and then back up to meet her eyes. She was wearing jeans - which seemed a size too big for her slender frame, a white blouse and a short black leather jacket. Functional rather than fashionable. He'd expected something more elegant. She was petite and now he noticed that her face, although not complimented by the shorter-than-shoulder-length hair, was in fact quite pretty. Though she'd obviously been careful with her selection of pictures.
She did have that slim little body, too. Might as well see where this goes.
Holding her gaze he reached up his hand "So, this is the new hairstyle. how are you liking it?"
so, we wandered around the park, talking, deep diving, banter etc. went for a coffee. i bought some donuts too. everything going well. i seed going back to my place for a meal. she's up for it.
we go for a little wander around the park again. i do the coin snatch trick. the second time i've ever done it. dunno why i did. it works and she's amazed.
we get back to mine. it's about 3 ish i think. she already told me she has to leave at 5. drinks, music, comfort. i'm in the kitchen, i call her over and just kiss her. she's taken aback but doesn't stop me. i pull away first while holding strong EC and smirking, then i turn away and go back to what i was doing.
finish making dinner, then eat on the sofa. chatting small talk etc. after i forget how but i escalate pretty hard. we are making out passionately, i'm putting her hand on my raging boner. she's totally into it but keeps saying she's gotta go. it's almost 6 by now. i pull her back 3/4 times and continue groping her and kissing while she's stroking my dick. after the last time i decide to let her go. i pull her back one more time and say "hey, you can't blame a guy for trying" smile, she leaves
Part 2, The Birthday Party
Ordinarily he would say no to this. He knew it was a bad idea to meet her friends. especially before he'd successfully bedded her. Didn't want to set the wrong expectations. This time, however, he felt it could do no harm. In fact, he sensed the evening had some potential.
Sometimes he could be shy, and meeting groups of people wasn't really his thing. But, what the fuck, why not? At least it was a chance to wear his suit and, what else was he gonna do? Anyway, he knew if he took a little of his Russian Cosmonaut Powder he'd be able to drop a charm bomb on the entire room.
He reached for the tub, marked Phenibut (google it, if you want. i've mentioned it before on these boards), and measured out a dose into a small glass of water. Not too much. Something this good had to be bad for you.
He arrived at the bar over an hour late. Examining his reflection in the mirror of his scooter, he decided to remove his tie and open up a couple of buttons on his collar. He rolled up the tie and tucked it into his jacket pocket creating an unsightly bulge.
He straightened his back, put a warm but aloof expression on his face, and opened the door.
"Daisy?" he almost missed her. Sitting at the end of a row of tables, pushed together to accomodate the 15 or so people. she stood up to greet him "Ben, you made it!"
"I'm sorry I'm late" he addressed the table softly. "Hi everyone!" holding up one hand and smiling a friendly greeting. Then he sat between Daisy and another young lady. turning to Daisy he said quietly "Hey, do me a favour." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his tie "I thought i was a little overdressed." she giggled at his perceived embarrassment. He held her eye, "Put this in your bag." and with an intense stare he whispered, " We'll need it later"
when i said that about the tie, she flushed. i could see she understood exactly what i was taling about....
now, i sit down, she gets me a beer. i alternate between chatting up the group and leaning in close and whispering stuff in her ear. her name's daisy so i tell her about my boyhood friend tommy (he died in the hillsborough tragedy) who told me the naughty version of daisy daisy give me your answer do. (i'm half crazy all for the love of you. it won't be a stylish marriage,i can't afford a carriage, but youll look sweet under the sheets with me on top of you.)
i'm on fire, completely charming the entire table, talking about a broad range of topics, while making her feel special and sexy. after a trip to the bathroom she tells me excitedly how everyone is saying how charming and handsome i am and asking where we met etc.
the birthday guy has a cake so we all eat some of that and then she and i start talking about leaving. she gets the bill. we say goodbyes and go outside.
i get a small beer from a store and we stand in the street talking shit for a while. she mentions more than once about not going back to mine but it doesn't matter. i finish my beer, start my bike engine and tell her "get on" there's no doubt that she will. i drive slowly home, probably touching her up on the way, i don't remember.
back home i put on music and open a bottle of champagne. in fact i probably got her to open it. i give her a target to aim for with the cork.
then we get down to business. this is where things get interesting. champagne, by the way, is great for escalations, you can let her sip as you hold the glass, let some run down her face and neck , lick it off her chest etc.
so we're going at it pretty hard in my living room. uhmmm then i drag her onto my balcony, tie her up and blindfold her.i've done this with a few different girls. i don't fuck her like this but i bite, scratch. tease. kiss, finger (actually i prefer thumb in the pussy) slap her with my dick, etc. lots of teasing. she can't see i get my face close to hers show she can feel me there and leans in trying to kiss etc. anyway, after plenty of that i let her go and get her on my bed. i m just about to put my dick in her when she asks if i have condoms. i tell her no and plan to proceed. i tell her not to worry i won't come in her but she's insistent. that's when she tells me she has "never done this before" i look at her incredulously. but she is adamant. she's a virgin. hmm i'm kind of flummoxed now. for some reason i feel bad about trying to rawdog her. so i stop and we get dressed to go out and buy some jimmies. the mood, BTW is great right throughout this whole experience.
we go down to the store, it's late now ... she waits outside coz she's embarrassed and i make the purchase. we stand in the street talking shit for a while and then go back.
once home we get back down to business but UHOH my fucking dick now won't work. i get her to tell me "fuck me, please fuck me" etc to try and turn me on but nothing is happening. i'm telling her "i want to baby. i love your slender little body i really wanna fuck you i love your little titties" etc and fondling my dick but it's not happening so after a while i give up. we lie together for a while and stroke each other and make small talk.
she told me something which made me feel very close and connected to her. i almost teared up a little (but it wasn't a sad story) and to my dismay i can't remember at all what she told me. this makes me sad.
she left at about 4am. wouldn't stay. she still lives with her parents, and it was a sunday night.
between parts 2 and 3 there is an interlude.
we were chatting on IM on a saturday night. we'd talked about meeting on the monday.
she sent me a pic for some reason. then she asked me to send her one. i sent my stock photo of a fat man lying down eating grapes. she got upset and wouldn't respond after that.
monday comes and i text her a couple times. she's still not responding. something like -
"i have something to do with work, so won't be able to meet. maybe can do something after 2"
no response.
i say a couple more things like as if i 'm not aware that she is pissed of at me. just casual and nonplussed.
no response
i'm home at 2.30 she texts me saying she's in the park where we first met. i say ok ...
there's some back and forth. i ask "did we have a date that i didn't know about?"
more bla bla bla. i tell her to come over. . she says "come pic me up" i refuse. i send her my address. she doesn't come.
but fuck her crazy bitch! i've still got those messages if i ever get that phone fixed.
she brings up this exchange in part three.
Part 3, The Ice Ballet
she contacted me told me she had tickets and asked if i'd go with. they were a free perk form her job.
You didn't get rain like this were he came from. The kind of rain that rendered an umbrella useless. Crowds of people gathered at the exit to the subway station, hoping for respite from the downpour.
Hawkers, taking full advantage, sold flimsy orange umbrellas at a healthy mark-up.
This rain was going to ruin his suit, but the special brownie he'd eaten earlier was beginning to take effect. He was already enjoying himself. Tonight would be fun.
Huge puddles were forming outside and a few brave soldiers were marching out into the onslaught, cheap umbrellas unfolding in the wind.
"We should just make a run for it." he said, "Wait any longer and we'll miss the start. Put this in your bag." he handed her an unopened can of beer, then he held out his hand for her to take, and they stepped out into the storm.
With horizontal umbrellas they advanced into the wind. "Holy Shit!" he exclaimed as, half running, they splashed shin-deep through a temporary lake.
The arena seemed far away. "Nearly there!" he half laughed, half shouted over the roar of the typhoon.
They made it up the steps and to the entrance. Long lines were forming as people waited to have their belongings X-rayed. This level of security seemed unnecessary.
"Wait. Gimme my beer." he opened it and sucked down half. "Have some." She declined so he finished it quickly and tossed the empty can into a large bin which was almost overflowing with dispossessed drinks containers.
Once inside they squelched along the corridor looking for the correct section, passing lines of people waiting to buy popcorn, cups of hot green tea, and cans of beer at more than 6 times the store price.
Further along, two female servers stood behind a small portable bar. They handed him a coke in a plastic glass, then took their time to pour him a frothy draft beer, seeming to not know the correct technique. He took this opportunity to flirt gently with them, aware that his companion was observing.
They found their seats. He shook off his jacket and hung it over the seat in front. then he sat and removed his shoes. He was wet through, but quite happy with the situation. His clothes would soon dry and the rain had created a we're all in this together vibe
so yeah, i got high and we watched the ice ballet. i flirted with the 17 year-old behind us, who was a huge fan of one of the dancers. an olympic medalist, apparantly. had a great time, talked lots of shit, got her to buy me more beers, i genuinely had no cash. she asked if i remembered the time i stood her up at the park i told her "no, i remember the time you went to the park by yourself then expected me to come get you" she tried to argue with me but i changed the subject and moved on.
to be honest it was great, i wouldn't normally go to an event like that. but it was a spectacle, and lots of fun. she kept telling me to not touch her as maybe one of her colleagues might be around somewhere, and i was dropping hints and innuendo and letting her know what she might be in for later.
the rain had stopped and we walked to the metro. i'm dancing around her, encouraging her to dance, grabbing her hand, spinning her into me etc. all good fun. she's a bit uptight, as virgins tend to be, but i'm loosening her up. she has to buy my ticket for the subway. we get off near my office as my scooter is there and i plan to ride her home and fuck her. she gets quite squirrely, at one point i'm actually pulling her along she doesn't wanna go. she hails a taxi so i let her go.
Part 4, The Apartment
we have this miss smith, mister jones thing. can't remember how that started
Him: what's new daisy
Her: nothing special mr jones
Him: come hang out
Her: what's your plan
Him: get you alone and do terrible things with you, of course
Her: then i won't join you
Him: ?
Her: can't let you do terrible things to me
Him: oh i sent that by mistake ,-)
what time you finish
Her: 6.15
Him: what time you coming over
Her: over to where?
Him: my place
Her: why you think i shall do that, mr jones?
Him: because you want to
Her: you are very confident
Him: i'll expect you at 7.15
Her: expect me where
Him: at my door
Her: i don't think it's a good idea
Him: terrible idea. i'll collect you from the metro station
Her: you said you want to get me alone and do terrible things to me. so it's not a good idea to go to your place mr jones
Him: I'll pick you up. let me know when you're near
..............
her: arrive in 15 minutes. you better be there when i get out
The deep-blue evening sky would soon be dark. He sat on his scooter casually thumbing his phone. He'd purposely parked facing away from the exit.
He wore a white wifebeater vest, blue-grey shorts and a beaten-up pair of flip-flops. On his head was a faded blue baseball cap and on his face the requisite several days' stubble.
"Mr Jones" her voice behind him. He turned to look. "Miss Smith!" he said with a warm smile. "Wait, this is how you dress for work?"
She was wearing a red T-shirt, which fitted her well, blue jeans and running shoes. "I was expecting some office attire...... Well at least the shoes are appropriate. Can't work for them and not wear their stuff, I suppose."
She started to explain, "Oh, well, when we have important clients we should put on..."
"Get on." he interrupted, and started the engine.
"Those running shoes will come in useful." he joked. "Seven flights of stairs for you to jog up."
He unlocked the door and walked in, sliding off his flip-flops. "Take off your shoes. Your feet better not smell..... Oh they stink! Go on! Get in there and wash 'em." he instructed, opening the bathroom door "Use soap!"
He put on music and poured drinks while he waited.
"Now, come here." he held out his hands,"Let me smell you."
She took both his hands and he held them at arm's length, sniffing the air exaggeratedly. "Ok ..." He sniffed again, letting her get closer, "Not bad ..." Closer still, he pulled her hands towards him and around his waste, leaning in now, smelling her hair, letting his nose graze her ears, smelling her neck. He inhaled deeply and let out a breathy "mmmmm"
He turned his head so they were face to face, looking directly into each others' eyes "You smell good" her purred. He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, tugging her head back gently. A whimper escaped her lips. "What am i going to do with you, Miss Smith?" his voice deep and rumbling,
at some point i used my two favourite lines. she asks "what are you looking for?" me,"nothing special." her, "so you just wanna fuck me?" me, "does that bother you?"
i remember we were sitting with feet up, facing each other on the sofa i continued "it bothers you that i wanna fuck you? really? i wanna put my hard dick inside you. that bothers you?"
and somewhere along the way i said "i promise you nothing, but i'll never lie to you and i'll try not to hurt you" this line makes girls melt.
so yeah, that's almost it. we got down to business. i fucked her twice. there was no doubt she was a virgin. it was fucking great, i must say. i didn't go easy on her but i took my time and didn't hurt her. job done
next day she messages me about being sore and bleeding and "last night was quite extreme for a beginner"
after that ...
the aftermath
hmmm now there were some back and forth messages. one time she messaged me out of the blue and i expressed my surprise "i thought you'd deleted me" then she got upset and said "ok if you think that then i'll delete you"
nothing for a while. then she added me again.
then one time she gets all bossy. she says something like "i finish late today. i know you're off work i'm coming to your place to talk"
i figure what the hell, why not. so when she knocks the door i open it and say "daisy! what are you doing here?" but warmly and kind of joking and laughing. she's comes in mumbling about needing to talk
ok, so .... i'm laughing as the memory comes back. she sits on the sofa and i go full wolf mode. i am macking hard like trying to take of her clothes and shit as i'm saying in a low voice "so what do you wanna talk about ?"
we stand up and i'm behind her looking in the mirror my arms around her and peeling off her clothes. then she stops me. "stop! i can't do this!"
i turn off wolf mode, and withdraw completely. i turn on the lights, i tell her i can't have this. she knew before that i wasn't looking for a girlfriend. i don't want this drama. she knew exactly what she was getting. i sit down in my favourite chair. she starts to cry. i tell her it's ok. it's my fault. i shouldn't have let her come. it was a bad idea. a mistake. it's ok. you can leave now. she sits on the sofa crying. i remain aloof. she keeps asking me if we can just talk. i say no. this goes on for a while.
after some time i stand, i'm planning to make her leave if i can do it without being forceful
this is the most interesting part of this story.... but, curse my memory!!! i guess the exact words don't matter too much ..
i stand in front of her, i still have a boner which no doubt she can see, as it's at her eye-level. i try to tell her, i can't have this. i told her all along that i wasn't looking for anything serious.
she sobs and looks up at me but she has a fucking gleam in her eye!!! i wish i could explain it better. she lets out another sob "so you mean, sob sob, you just wanna keep it ... casual?" as she says it she glances up at me to see my reaction i swear to god she was PLEASED. she had a little smile, upturned at the corner of her mouth, and she was trying to hide it. i ask her "did you like it last time. did you like getting fucked?" she looks sheepish. i say, " i know you did. i fucking loved it. and i wanna do it again. and i know you do too.
i pulled her up. she is desperate now. i stop her. don't let her kiss me. . i say "say, it is what it is"
it is what it is.
and what is it?
it's just sex.
say i'm not your boyfriend.
you're not my boyfriend.
then i let her unleash the beast.
awesome
now i wanna put it in a LR because i mentioned it on another thread and the other member asked me to.
so, it's half story, and i'll fill in the rest as best i can. it was a while ago. all the text convos are intact though. there's more on an old broken phone but i'll just do my best from memory.
i feel like an absolute twat posting this but ... meh, it is what it is. anyway, whether or not you like the style, the story itself is very interesting, i'm sure you'll agree
Part 1, The Park
Him: last pic with long hair means ... you cut it off?
Her: yes..^^
Him: So you voluntarily cut off something which makes you feminine? How you feel about the new 'do?
Her: I just wanted to try short hair. I never did after junior high school so I cut it. Now I am going to grow it long hair again since some of my friends said I looked better with long hair ...
Actually I feel short hair is easier to handle after exercise.
Him: so you're making up for lost time, trying all the things you never had chance to before ...
What kind of activity are you doing to get your hair sweaty and messy?
Her: I jog and swim
Him: A Chinese girl who can swim... how unusual. I had you down as a yogini
Her: why unusual? a lot of Chinese girls can swim.....
Him: A lot of Chinese girls are afraid of sunshine and water. You seem a little more outdoorsy. I like that
Her: haha, I am afraid of sunshine too but there is a thing called sunscreen! I put it on why not enjoy the sunshine
Him: You seem like a fun girl. I might have to invite you for a walk in the sunshine so you can try to impress me with your feminine charms
Her: Well you better start to pray for a sunshine day
Him: you too. what day is good for you?
Her: perhaps sunday, not sure if it will be raining
Him: yes, we wouldn't want the lady to get wet. sunday then. [redacted] park. 11.30
here's my number- [redacted]. give me yours
Her:Ok, if not raining. Mine [redacted] Whats your name please?
Him: yes, if it's raining we go to plan B. i'm ben
He stood watching the crowds. Looking for somebody looking for him.
A grey, tailor-made shirt showed his athletic figure without being ostentatious. Blue jeans, bootcut, snug around the ass and thigh. His favourite casual shoes, soft, red-brown leather. He'd found them in a second-hand market.
Hair suitably tousled. beard exactly the right length - five days after a trim, that was when he always looked his best.
not great, but good enough.
Is this her? Inwardly he groaned. Don't let this be her!
She caught his eye and he recognized her recognition.
"Daisy!" he said with a smile, hiding his disappointment.
"Ben?" her nervous reply.
"Yes" he said warmly. He opened his arms for a welcoming embrace. "Nice to meet you!" they both chimed.
"Shall we?' he set off walking into the park. She followed alongside. "What's your plan?"
"Well, i thought we'd walk around for a little while and get to know each other. Then, if I like you I'll buy you a coffee over there." he moved his arm in the general direction of the two coffeeshops side by side at the entrance to the park.
"Wait, let me look at you." he touched her arm to bring her to a stop and turn her towards him.
He let his gaze drift down to her feet and then back up to meet her eyes. She was wearing jeans - which seemed a size too big for her slender frame, a white blouse and a short black leather jacket. Functional rather than fashionable. He'd expected something more elegant. She was petite and now he noticed that her face, although not complimented by the shorter-than-shoulder-length hair, was in fact quite pretty. Though she'd obviously been careful with her selection of pictures.
She did have that slim little body, too. Might as well see where this goes.
Holding her gaze he reached up his hand "So, this is the new hairstyle. how are you liking it?"
so, we wandered around the park, talking, deep diving, banter etc. went for a coffee. i bought some donuts too. everything going well. i seed going back to my place for a meal. she's up for it.
we go for a little wander around the park again. i do the coin snatch trick. the second time i've ever done it. dunno why i did. it works and she's amazed.
we get back to mine. it's about 3 ish i think. she already told me she has to leave at 5. drinks, music, comfort. i'm in the kitchen, i call her over and just kiss her. she's taken aback but doesn't stop me. i pull away first while holding strong EC and smirking, then i turn away and go back to what i was doing.
finish making dinner, then eat on the sofa. chatting small talk etc. after i forget how but i escalate pretty hard. we are making out passionately, i'm putting her hand on my raging boner. she's totally into it but keeps saying she's gotta go. it's almost 6 by now. i pull her back 3/4 times and continue groping her and kissing while she's stroking my dick. after the last time i decide to let her go. i pull her back one more time and say "hey, you can't blame a guy for trying" smile, she leaves
Part 2, The Birthday Party
Ordinarily he would say no to this. He knew it was a bad idea to meet her friends. especially before he'd successfully bedded her. Didn't want to set the wrong expectations. This time, however, he felt it could do no harm. In fact, he sensed the evening had some potential.
Sometimes he could be shy, and meeting groups of people wasn't really his thing. But, what the fuck, why not? At least it was a chance to wear his suit and, what else was he gonna do? Anyway, he knew if he took a little of his Russian Cosmonaut Powder he'd be able to drop a charm bomb on the entire room.
He reached for the tub, marked Phenibut (google it, if you want. i've mentioned it before on these boards), and measured out a dose into a small glass of water. Not too much. Something this good had to be bad for you.
He arrived at the bar over an hour late. Examining his reflection in the mirror of his scooter, he decided to remove his tie and open up a couple of buttons on his collar. He rolled up the tie and tucked it into his jacket pocket creating an unsightly bulge.
He straightened his back, put a warm but aloof expression on his face, and opened the door.
"Daisy?" he almost missed her. Sitting at the end of a row of tables, pushed together to accomodate the 15 or so people. she stood up to greet him "Ben, you made it!"
"I'm sorry I'm late" he addressed the table softly. "Hi everyone!" holding up one hand and smiling a friendly greeting. Then he sat between Daisy and another young lady. turning to Daisy he said quietly "Hey, do me a favour." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his tie "I thought i was a little overdressed." she giggled at his perceived embarrassment. He held her eye, "Put this in your bag." and with an intense stare he whispered, " We'll need it later"
when i said that about the tie, she flushed. i could see she understood exactly what i was taling about....
now, i sit down, she gets me a beer. i alternate between chatting up the group and leaning in close and whispering stuff in her ear. her name's daisy so i tell her about my boyhood friend tommy (he died in the hillsborough tragedy) who told me the naughty version of daisy daisy give me your answer do. (i'm half crazy all for the love of you. it won't be a stylish marriage,i can't afford a carriage, but youll look sweet under the sheets with me on top of you.)
i'm on fire, completely charming the entire table, talking about a broad range of topics, while making her feel special and sexy. after a trip to the bathroom she tells me excitedly how everyone is saying how charming and handsome i am and asking where we met etc.
the birthday guy has a cake so we all eat some of that and then she and i start talking about leaving. she gets the bill. we say goodbyes and go outside.
i get a small beer from a store and we stand in the street talking shit for a while. she mentions more than once about not going back to mine but it doesn't matter. i finish my beer, start my bike engine and tell her "get on" there's no doubt that she will. i drive slowly home, probably touching her up on the way, i don't remember.
back home i put on music and open a bottle of champagne. in fact i probably got her to open it. i give her a target to aim for with the cork.
then we get down to business. this is where things get interesting. champagne, by the way, is great for escalations, you can let her sip as you hold the glass, let some run down her face and neck , lick it off her chest etc.
so we're going at it pretty hard in my living room. uhmmm then i drag her onto my balcony, tie her up and blindfold her.i've done this with a few different girls. i don't fuck her like this but i bite, scratch. tease. kiss, finger (actually i prefer thumb in the pussy) slap her with my dick, etc. lots of teasing. she can't see i get my face close to hers show she can feel me there and leans in trying to kiss etc. anyway, after plenty of that i let her go and get her on my bed. i m just about to put my dick in her when she asks if i have condoms. i tell her no and plan to proceed. i tell her not to worry i won't come in her but she's insistent. that's when she tells me she has "never done this before" i look at her incredulously. but she is adamant. she's a virgin. hmm i'm kind of flummoxed now. for some reason i feel bad about trying to rawdog her. so i stop and we get dressed to go out and buy some jimmies. the mood, BTW is great right throughout this whole experience.
we go down to the store, it's late now ... she waits outside coz she's embarrassed and i make the purchase. we stand in the street talking shit for a while and then go back.
once home we get back down to business but UHOH my fucking dick now won't work. i get her to tell me "fuck me, please fuck me" etc to try and turn me on but nothing is happening. i'm telling her "i want to baby. i love your slender little body i really wanna fuck you i love your little titties" etc and fondling my dick but it's not happening so after a while i give up. we lie together for a while and stroke each other and make small talk.
she told me something which made me feel very close and connected to her. i almost teared up a little (but it wasn't a sad story) and to my dismay i can't remember at all what she told me. this makes me sad.
she left at about 4am. wouldn't stay. she still lives with her parents, and it was a sunday night.
between parts 2 and 3 there is an interlude.
we were chatting on IM on a saturday night. we'd talked about meeting on the monday.
she sent me a pic for some reason. then she asked me to send her one. i sent my stock photo of a fat man lying down eating grapes. she got upset and wouldn't respond after that.
monday comes and i text her a couple times. she's still not responding. something like -
"i have something to do with work, so won't be able to meet. maybe can do something after 2"
no response.
i say a couple more things like as if i 'm not aware that she is pissed of at me. just casual and nonplussed.
no response
i'm home at 2.30 she texts me saying she's in the park where we first met. i say ok ...
there's some back and forth. i ask "did we have a date that i didn't know about?"
more bla bla bla. i tell her to come over. . she says "come pic me up" i refuse. i send her my address. she doesn't come.
but fuck her crazy bitch! i've still got those messages if i ever get that phone fixed.
she brings up this exchange in part three.
Part 3, The Ice Ballet
she contacted me told me she had tickets and asked if i'd go with. they were a free perk form her job.
You didn't get rain like this were he came from. The kind of rain that rendered an umbrella useless. Crowds of people gathered at the exit to the subway station, hoping for respite from the downpour.
Hawkers, taking full advantage, sold flimsy orange umbrellas at a healthy mark-up.
This rain was going to ruin his suit, but the special brownie he'd eaten earlier was beginning to take effect. He was already enjoying himself. Tonight would be fun.
Huge puddles were forming outside and a few brave soldiers were marching out into the onslaught, cheap umbrellas unfolding in the wind.
"We should just make a run for it." he said, "Wait any longer and we'll miss the start. Put this in your bag." he handed her an unopened can of beer, then he held out his hand for her to take, and they stepped out into the storm.
With horizontal umbrellas they advanced into the wind. "Holy Shit!" he exclaimed as, half running, they splashed shin-deep through a temporary lake.
The arena seemed far away. "Nearly there!" he half laughed, half shouted over the roar of the typhoon.
They made it up the steps and to the entrance. Long lines were forming as people waited to have their belongings X-rayed. This level of security seemed unnecessary.
"Wait. Gimme my beer." he opened it and sucked down half. "Have some." She declined so he finished it quickly and tossed the empty can into a large bin which was almost overflowing with dispossessed drinks containers.
Once inside they squelched along the corridor looking for the correct section, passing lines of people waiting to buy popcorn, cups of hot green tea, and cans of beer at more than 6 times the store price.
Further along, two female servers stood behind a small portable bar. They handed him a coke in a plastic glass, then took their time to pour him a frothy draft beer, seeming to not know the correct technique. He took this opportunity to flirt gently with them, aware that his companion was observing.
They found their seats. He shook off his jacket and hung it over the seat in front. then he sat and removed his shoes. He was wet through, but quite happy with the situation. His clothes would soon dry and the rain had created a we're all in this together vibe
so yeah, i got high and we watched the ice ballet. i flirted with the 17 year-old behind us, who was a huge fan of one of the dancers. an olympic medalist, apparantly. had a great time, talked lots of shit, got her to buy me more beers, i genuinely had no cash. she asked if i remembered the time i stood her up at the park i told her "no, i remember the time you went to the park by yourself then expected me to come get you" she tried to argue with me but i changed the subject and moved on.
to be honest it was great, i wouldn't normally go to an event like that. but it was a spectacle, and lots of fun. she kept telling me to not touch her as maybe one of her colleagues might be around somewhere, and i was dropping hints and innuendo and letting her know what she might be in for later.
the rain had stopped and we walked to the metro. i'm dancing around her, encouraging her to dance, grabbing her hand, spinning her into me etc. all good fun. she's a bit uptight, as virgins tend to be, but i'm loosening her up. she has to buy my ticket for the subway. we get off near my office as my scooter is there and i plan to ride her home and fuck her. she gets quite squirrely, at one point i'm actually pulling her along she doesn't wanna go. she hails a taxi so i let her go.
Part 4, The Apartment
we have this miss smith, mister jones thing. can't remember how that started
Him: what's new daisy
Her: nothing special mr jones
Him: come hang out
Her: what's your plan
Him: get you alone and do terrible things with you, of course
Her: then i won't join you
Him: ?
Her: can't let you do terrible things to me
Him: oh i sent that by mistake ,-)
what time you finish
Her: 6.15
Him: what time you coming over
Her: over to where?
Him: my place
Her: why you think i shall do that, mr jones?
Him: because you want to
Her: you are very confident
Him: i'll expect you at 7.15
Her: expect me where
Him: at my door
Her: i don't think it's a good idea
Him: terrible idea. i'll collect you from the metro station
Her: you said you want to get me alone and do terrible things to me. so it's not a good idea to go to your place mr jones
Him: I'll pick you up. let me know when you're near
..............
her: arrive in 15 minutes. you better be there when i get out
The deep-blue evening sky would soon be dark. He sat on his scooter casually thumbing his phone. He'd purposely parked facing away from the exit.
He wore a white wifebeater vest, blue-grey shorts and a beaten-up pair of flip-flops. On his head was a faded blue baseball cap and on his face the requisite several days' stubble.
"Mr Jones" her voice behind him. He turned to look. "Miss Smith!" he said with a warm smile. "Wait, this is how you dress for work?"
She was wearing a red T-shirt, which fitted her well, blue jeans and running shoes. "I was expecting some office attire...... Well at least the shoes are appropriate. Can't work for them and not wear their stuff, I suppose."
She started to explain, "Oh, well, when we have important clients we should put on..."
"Get on." he interrupted, and started the engine.
"Those running shoes will come in useful." he joked. "Seven flights of stairs for you to jog up."
He unlocked the door and walked in, sliding off his flip-flops. "Take off your shoes. Your feet better not smell..... Oh they stink! Go on! Get in there and wash 'em." he instructed, opening the bathroom door "Use soap!"
He put on music and poured drinks while he waited.
"Now, come here." he held out his hands,"Let me smell you."
She took both his hands and he held them at arm's length, sniffing the air exaggeratedly. "Ok ..." He sniffed again, letting her get closer, "Not bad ..." Closer still, he pulled her hands towards him and around his waste, leaning in now, smelling her hair, letting his nose graze her ears, smelling her neck. He inhaled deeply and let out a breathy "mmmmm"
He turned his head so they were face to face, looking directly into each others' eyes "You smell good" her purred. He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, tugging her head back gently. A whimper escaped her lips. "What am i going to do with you, Miss Smith?" his voice deep and rumbling,
at some point i used my two favourite lines. she asks "what are you looking for?" me,"nothing special." her, "so you just wanna fuck me?" me, "does that bother you?"
i remember we were sitting with feet up, facing each other on the sofa i continued "it bothers you that i wanna fuck you? really? i wanna put my hard dick inside you. that bothers you?"
and somewhere along the way i said "i promise you nothing, but i'll never lie to you and i'll try not to hurt you" this line makes girls melt.
so yeah, that's almost it. we got down to business. i fucked her twice. there was no doubt she was a virgin. it was fucking great, i must say. i didn't go easy on her but i took my time and didn't hurt her. job done
next day she messages me about being sore and bleeding and "last night was quite extreme for a beginner"
after that ...
the aftermath
hmmm now there were some back and forth messages. one time she messaged me out of the blue and i expressed my surprise "i thought you'd deleted me" then she got upset and said "ok if you think that then i'll delete you"
nothing for a while. then she added me again.
then one time she gets all bossy. she says something like "i finish late today. i know you're off work i'm coming to your place to talk"
i figure what the hell, why not. so when she knocks the door i open it and say "daisy! what are you doing here?" but warmly and kind of joking and laughing. she's comes in mumbling about needing to talk
ok, so .... i'm laughing as the memory comes back. she sits on the sofa and i go full wolf mode. i am macking hard like trying to take of her clothes and shit as i'm saying in a low voice "so what do you wanna talk about ?"
we stand up and i'm behind her looking in the mirror my arms around her and peeling off her clothes. then she stops me. "stop! i can't do this!"
i turn off wolf mode, and withdraw completely. i turn on the lights, i tell her i can't have this. she knew before that i wasn't looking for a girlfriend. i don't want this drama. she knew exactly what she was getting. i sit down in my favourite chair. she starts to cry. i tell her it's ok. it's my fault. i shouldn't have let her come. it was a bad idea. a mistake. it's ok. you can leave now. she sits on the sofa crying. i remain aloof. she keeps asking me if we can just talk. i say no. this goes on for a while.
after some time i stand, i'm planning to make her leave if i can do it without being forceful
this is the most interesting part of this story.... but, curse my memory!!! i guess the exact words don't matter too much ..
i stand in front of her, i still have a boner which no doubt she can see, as it's at her eye-level. i try to tell her, i can't have this. i told her all along that i wasn't looking for anything serious.
she sobs and looks up at me but she has a fucking gleam in her eye!!! i wish i could explain it better. she lets out another sob "so you mean, sob sob, you just wanna keep it ... casual?" as she says it she glances up at me to see my reaction i swear to god she was PLEASED. she had a little smile, upturned at the corner of her mouth, and she was trying to hide it. i ask her "did you like it last time. did you like getting fucked?" she looks sheepish. i say, " i know you did. i fucking loved it. and i wanna do it again. and i know you do too.
i pulled her up. she is desperate now. i stop her. don't let her kiss me. . i say "say, it is what it is"
it is what it is.
and what is it?
it's just sex.
say i'm not your boyfriend.
you're not my boyfriend.
then i let her unleash the beast.
awesome
