Sunday, June 24, 2018

Gatspied

I had a strange feeling already while I was seeing Caroline almost every week when she posted new pictures on her social media. It was like spending some time on a Sunday morning for a makeup and then post it. That account wasn't for family and close friends. It wasn't trying to outdo other girls nor she is likely to have many clients on there. I don't know what to make of that. Considering that she may have a few immediate likes and a total of less than a 100, I always politely like her pictures but not commenting to be discreet.

Not long ago she posted a new tiny tattoo. I hated to like it because soon she will have many more and much bigger tats on her all over. But I liked it anyway after days since that picture wasn't that popular.

After a could-be near-death experience on the freeway, I booked two girls over a weekend. I have a history with both of them and for strange reasons, I hadn't rate them. So I gave them both a very good rating immediately after I saw them. I already saw Caroline enough that I didn't want her to get the wrong ideas that I'm going to see her every week. And that I have to wait for her to come to my city or I have to drive far.

Soon she posted an old picture saying that she doesn't give a fuck. I was so puzzled. The next time I saw her, she was very concerned that I don't like her tattoo and explained the deep meaning of why she did it.

Then she showed off her pedicure. Once I asked her to sit on the bathroom counter top to wash her feet. She was less than enthusiastic so I didn't do much on her feet. Usually, they don't feel confident enough; their pedicure isn't updated and their feet aren't clean enough.

Her feet aren't bad at all but she has the waitress feet, bony with veins, for standing too much.

So I'm pretty sure she was posting it for me to see.

I haven't seen her for a while since I'm very broke. This weekend she posted 3 pictures so far! when the usual is one. In one picture, she sits on the floor in front of her bed in a sexy top looking desirable. Damn it, it was her bed in her apartment that we had sex on it many times.

Then I wondered who took it? Most of the pictures are selfies or webcams. For this one I doubt it but she can use a camera stand and a timer.

Accidentally, I stumbled upon the photographer who took it. It looked like an old photo shoot right inside her apartment. In one picture she sits on her bed looking sexy. I'm so jealous. Not that she was nude. I paid good money to get into her house, see her nude and have sex. These 3rd class photographers can just walk in. And I'm sure she and they don't care about nudity. And she has high respect for any photographers. She always replies to their comments respectfully and ignores others.

I'm sure she will pay with whatever they want to get a nice portfolio. It makes sense. If she gets a bill for anything she needed for a few hundred, why not pay with sex if she can? OK, cast me. You can fuck me if you want. As long as the work pays more than a few hundred, it breaks even and she has one more credit.

Now, pretty schoolgirl starts doing outcall too. I so wish to book a hotel and have her all to myself for an hour or so. But I'm so broke. And I just saw her Tuesday.




Thursday, June 07, 2018

The Player and the Actress

I have such good taste; Caroline is an actress with an IMDB page or you can say she is an often uncredited movie extra who maintained her own page. Since she gave me her social media account, I thought I knew her life story since Hollywood but I was surprised to know much more when I just Googled her real name.

She easily hits 30 but still looks like a teen model if she wants to. That's why I liked her and spent several months with her already, not to mention the amount of money. Her specialty is being a blond-blue party girl but not memorable so as to distract the main characters. She has been in movies, TV serious and music videos; one was just out.

You can still see her video auditioning for acting roles, the latest just months ago.

The good thing about her is that for an acting career path, she still has plenty of time to persuade her dreams if she wants to keep struggling. Modeling is the end. Though her old swimsuit shots were pretty good.

She is still active on social media cultivating connections and busy scheduling for auditions. The bad thing is that she is a bit distracted for escort work. So it's not surprising she has a full-time booker.

For the sad things, there are a few. She does live in that dump for many years, but it's a nice spacious dump. But the corner for her makeup table is depressing. I recognize the background in her pictures and videos. I even recognize the mysterious big music instrument. On my way out one day, I asked her about the sudden appearance of the object, "You play that?". She said yes in an unconvincing way and told me that she tried hard to get rid of it. But it has been there for months at least. That's why I hinted that her boyfriend maybe a struggling musician.

Yes, she has a boyfriend for several years at least. That's so much puzzling. They still keep their own place so maybe her boyfriend don't know what she does on the side, or the main source of income. They don't use social media for themselves. He is very much hidden. But she did declare her love if you look close enough and long enough. Now this is a pretty sad thing if you have a boyfriend that you want but have to provide a girlfriend experience for whoever comes into your hotel room. But she is pretty good at that and I don't mind. I know I'm just a client but a preferred client at that. I got her juice flowing all over sometimes and she told me her real name and therefore her whole Hollywood history!

Her bathroom has the same three towels. You can guess one is for her, the other for her boyfriend when stays over, and one for the rest of the world!

I don't know why she is still struggling for her Hollywood dreams. Maybe there's no turning back, particularly after so many years. Everybody from your hometown knows you wasted so many years for nothing. Maybe she is keeping up appearances for keeping her boyfriend.  Maybe she is keeping up appearances for holding up prices for clients. But that will be very dangerous; I know so much about her.






Saturday, May 12, 2018

Honeymoon's over

Caroline announced her birthday on her social media but nobody responded other than liked. So I took this opportunity to lure her to be more personal to me. I left a message on her birthday to let her book me instead for a VIP package as a late birthday present. It worked.

Last time she didn't respond. I had to book her through her assistant as usual. I find it rather impersonal because I was visiting her home anyway. This time, I think if she didn't respond I could have found somebody else over the weekend. It was fun until I wanted to make sure that she will get my direct messages from then on. She told me to go through her assistant because she doesn't want to go behind his back. I'm so not special!

I was late for maybe 5 minutes but I was trying to get lucky to get a parking space quick. It ended up later and it took me 10 minutes to walk to her house. While I parked I texted her assistance. While I was waiting a few minutes for a reply Caroline messaged me directly asking me if I turned up. What a screw up by me. But I'm glad that it happened so I got to see her true color.

Now, today she did look like she dressed up and made up for me for the VIP package. There was music too. But then she asked me if I wanted the VIP package or not. My heart sank but I tried to be cheerful. I am so not special. Instantly, I know she was running late because of me being late. She wasn't picking a good day to receive her birthday present. She just fit me into her tight schedule.

Then the phone kept dinging. I excused her last time but this time there is no excuse. She just acted as if it was not happening. Last time I asked if she needed to attend to the phone she acted as if there was nothing, like saying "What phone?".

Sex was good as usual. But she was a bit off because she was running late and worrying.

I liked to cuddle her after as usual. Being a very nice man, I discovered that I could still tell the time at the large digital clock even though I was at the corner of the bed glancing almost to the ceiling with a very small viewing angle against the clock face. My time was up if I were on time. I was a little surprised how long we cuddled. So I got up and asked her what time was it so I was not mistaken. To my surprise, she said don't worry, she set a timer and went over to check. I had 20 minutes left. My heart sank again. I was so not special! Was she trying to send me a message? So cruel at that. Could she have told me she needed to receive an important casting call or attend a casting?

Of course, I went to the bathroom to clean up. I would have left if I knew the time. We kissed goodbye a lot as usual and I left, leaving her to do whatever she was scheduled to do.

Last time at her home I felt weird. I booked her in the morning for a same day lunchtime meeting on a Monday, when she told me would be more convenient for her. She scheduled me 30 min later than the usual time. When I got there I had to wait 20 minutes. She looked very different. She was semi-naked in a robe instead of in casuals. Her short blonde haidr is more curly. Her makeup is pale rather than pinkish. Her eye add-ons were Asian rather than Western. She still had her nose ring on but tucked in! I know she has a nose ring from her old pictures. But if she takes it off you wouldn't tell. She looked intellectual with glasses. And she is a commercial model.

The phone kept dinging and she acted as if it's wasn't. She seemed a bit off, sad or disappointed. I sympathized with her because she told me she was on hold for an important call. She told me through her assistant which is rather convenient without having to act like it's not a lie.

To compensate, she did rather well and told me personal things. She told me I am always welcomed any day. I was out of my mind and mentioned Sunday because there's no traffic. I was talking about Sundays in general but she was asking me to come the next Sunday. My face could have said it all. I didn't want to pay her every week as if I wasn't seeing her enough. But she thought I wasn't free that Sunday. She even asked me to swing my schedules before giving up.

Since she asked nicely I wanted to surprise her. But it was probably the wrong Sunday. Was it the next Sunday she was talking about, which is her birthday? I feel so special. That's why I left her the special birthday offer, letting her to book me instead.

I didn't fault her. But I was puzzled. Could she has that many clients, lining them up on a Monday lunchtime? She could have already seen someone before me. Her makeup and outfit may show that she was caming. But it doesn't pay that well compared to what I pay her. Could it be her sugar daddy? But visiting on such an odd hour and quick?

Now I think she is on social media doing the #sugarbaby thing. So she has to look good for the cam. So she can use her spare time to go on cam soliciting. And that explains that she could have many other clients other than where I came from. That's why she needs an assistant for her busy schedule.

I thought the phone dinging was one off but it was not. I felt so not special. Actually, violated. So much disrespect when she is so good at making you feel special. I thought she forgot my wallet but she remembered to bring it to me between the two home visits.

There are no hard feelings. I feel good ending this way. I always look for excuses to dump somebody. She would blame herself instead of the loser running out of money. I just wish her luck. She may even have a live-in boyfriend like a struggling musician. That's so miserable for them. She is a small time model doing odd jobs for commercials, maybe a classy waitress on the side. But she is into it having to maintain a social media presence. (May be it's only good for the sugar baby gig.) What does she expect being mid-20's? If she is going to break out, she will be hitting 30. Actress maybe but model? There are so many young models. Maybe she needs the money to complete her low paying professional degree. But she said it just the final year and she could go back to it just like that. Good luck.





Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Reunited 3

Last time when I saw Caroline, I waited maybe 5 weeks so as not to give her the wrong signal that I am loaded. I saw her again to reward her for her effort of capturing me, more than anything else. And since she didn't come to visit, I was in no hurry to visit her home. It takes time and effort to receive guests in your home and to prepare herself just for me. You know she isn't living in a modern apartment or a porshe studio.

In addition, I sensed that her heart sank and her face turned stone cold when I told her casually that last month my cash ran out all because of her. I just sensed; I wasn't looking for the truth nor the verification. It may be, "Fuck! I wasted my time". But more likely she could be disappointed that I hinted that I won't be seeing her that often, maybe never. I think that she changed her mind about giving me where her social media account is. I had to remind her of it.

Who would post your own cute childhood picture on social media all of a sudden? It's time for a welfare check! I'm such a nice person. I texted her screener, giving her the choice of coming to visit soon or I would visit her. Her screener is so nice that I suspected that it's herself. I was expecting my phone to blink in minutes while I went into the shower. It didn't. So I assumed she was busy with something, the reason she didn't come visit for a while. So I enjoyed a long shower.

But I was wrong. Her screener did reply within minutes. The Hangout app behaved differently. The screener asked me if I wanted to visit her before he/she called her. Everything was set. She was too happy to have me.

I arrived, drove around, found a parking space with 10 minutes to spare. I ended up waiting for maybe up to half an hour. For the first time, I felt that her screener may be real. First he/she told me Caroline asked for 5 more minutes to prepare. Then he/she tried to call her for what happened but apparently didn't get through.

I had no problem waiting. It's not like she bumped me for another client or her last client didn't leave on time. But being alone parking next to the meter, all sorts of thought came up, good or bad. I don't think she turned her home into a high volume brothel. She should be far from that desperate. But if she is, her acting is top notch. I really don't mind as I'm getting what I paid for.

Maybe she was getting rid of her boyfriend first and erased his obvious tracks. Or she could be waiting for her boyfriend to leave, who doesn't know what she's doing. In this case, I wouldn't fancy being her boyfriend and I am in a better position that I prefer.

A young woman like her will be very much like Chanel, the original, a natural born liar. Maybe she couldn't find the gift I gave her that she said she hanged it up. Either she was telling the truth or she found it after 30 minutes. But she did forget or couldn't find the rotten empty 2nd wallet that I left last time.

The official story was that somebody put her on hold during an important call. It is plausible. But when I finally went in another wave of thought came to my head. In the last two times, she was very casual, wearing shorts, T-shirts and didn't nothing to her straight short hair. She did makeup obviously, but you won't see it unless you were close within feet.

This time she was all dolled up, her hair stylishly curved with mousse. She had eyelash attachments. She had obviously more makeup on that looked great. She was wearing a sexy pajama robe with nothing in it except for an underpants. If she did all that for me I'm so honored. She didn't even have that eyelash attachment when she came to town. Her hair wasn't even that well done sometimes.

Maybe she woke up late and looked awful after a weekend of partying? Maybe she did that for another VIP client? But it was mid-day.

Her phone did bib a lot in low volume but she ignored it. If BP was still there I would think she also takes those clients. It doesn't pay well but it's quick money when you need it. I thought about that before but she looked so casual. This time she was all dolled up and seemed more probable. Yes, BP is gone but girls had been using all sorts of dating sites. I learned enough not to go into that.

Yes, she kissed the most but the tongue wasn't her thing. The cowgirl was a show and I enjoyed it, with hand-holding and breast squeezing. I was finally going to do a standing doggy on her but her bed was way too high, and her long legs didn't help. But she clung to the bed in a rather awkward position so I could penetrate, doggy style. I did it rough and I knew she liked it in the sense that she knew even though she looked like a teen model, she is competing with all the teens and all those claiming to be teens.

I sensed that her face turned stone cold when I didn't come with all her multimedia encouragements and efforts and asked her to get ready for the final missionary. Once in, I tried to kiss her but she wasn't putting up her lips. There's something off about her so I didn't push. My finale wasn't spectacular either, though she was trying to get an orgasm all alone, or the pretense of it.

With sex out of the way, she was working for the next time. She told me she was a recovering alcoholic, sober for a long time though she still drinks socially. She asked me to touch her bumps behind her head when she was hurt because of drinking.

I wondered if it was too much trouble for her to receive me at her home. She said I'm welcomed anytime.  Maybe I'm really paying too much. I burst out if I could see her on Sundays when there's little traffic. Immediately she told me she will be free the next two Sundays after some commercial work. And she went on to ask if I will come in the morning or afternoon because she will only be free in the late afternoon and after. Ooops, bad mistake. Really, it was too late. She begged me to come like a little girl. My facial expression said it all. Luckily, she would be thinking that I can't come that late, not that I want to come some Sundays after a month, or two.

Now I come to understand a little more about the Trump base. Not that she cared to support anybody. The great America that the rest of the world knows has free high school education, all the great colleges and all the technologies in the world. But if you were born in the flyover states, attending an average rotten school as an average kid, what chance do you have?

If you are too pretty to stay and rot, what do you do? She got out by studying for a low paying profession and took a break to follow her Hollywood dream. Certainly, she isn't doing too well as she is doing it for at least a year now. I can't imagine she living there all alone. If she is living with a boyfriend they would be very miserable. If she is living alone she has nobody. I know because I know where her social media is. If I were her it's hard to go back home.

Lives tough. Even when she was or is working in a classy club/restaurant, someone said that she stood like a sore thumb. Sure yes. This is LA and she is tall, pale white with blue eyes.

I hope her commercials work out and she will be posting more happy updates. Or I'll have to do more welfare checks, lol. Maybe I should go next Sunday hoping for some rewards?





Reunited 2

Life is so interesting with all these twist and turns.

I knew this car is trouble, or the driver, probably a young woman (and sorry for saying this!). This car was in the fast lane, seemed to be in a hurry, but never got anywhere fast, for I was driving in a 3-point mode mostly in cruise mode to control my speed. There were few cars on the freeway but I caught up with her a few times.

In low-speed cruise mode, I was catching up with her again; it seemed that she even couldn't keep the car in the lane during a gentle curve. With only she and me, it seemed that inevitably I was overtaking her in the fast lane. Just when my car was right next to her, she decided to overtake the car way in front of her, signaled, changed lane, and was going to hit me. I made a hard turn right to avoid the collision. Luckily, I knew there were no cars on my right; we passed them all.

I looked at the replay on my dash cam. I turned so hard that it looked as if I was hit. And I felt I was going to be hit so I turned so hard. Her right signal blinked only one once when she turned, meaning that she didn't look at all. The right blindspot is easy to see if she looked. I wasn't even in the blind spot. My headlight was next to her side mirror.

It's OK to be a new driver. But you should stay at home on Friday, 15th! She seemed to be late, staying in the fast lane, didn't know what she was doing. It's OK to be aggressive. Aggressive new drivers will learn fast or be eliminated soon. There was absolutely no sign, no reason for her to change lane. My only mistake was doing nothing. I should have stepped on the accelerator and passed her in one sec rather than 10 with the cruise control. But if I had fewer points I would have left her a hundred miles behind.

The next morning, near the same stretch of the freeway there were three traffic-stopping crashes on both directions within miles.

I had time to reflect in the traffic jam. I could have gone last night for a stupid mistake by someone clueless. Life is so fragile and so unpredictable. What did I do? I went for a massage. Usually, it didn't well without doing research beforehand. But they promised a lineup on the ad! It wasn't to be. I didn't regret wasting my time and money but my other resource.

On a peaceful Sunday, I was supposed to do the taxes at the last minute. It wasn't but usually, it came to that. But I just couldn't do it, as usual. The Friday 13th incident was a good excuse, though my heart beat wasn't even accelerated. My heart pounds every now and then when I almost couldn't stop in time even with electric assisted breaking. Yes, even after I got three points. But I never hit the car in front, not even in the pile-up.

I browsed the pretty pictures at leisure. There weren't many pickings on a Sunday. But it beats a massage at random. Now, this pretty girl caught my eyes. I recognized her pictures. She was so my cup of tea from the neck down, both front and back; she didn't show her face. I would have no second thought taking a risk on her but there were so many others like her but more glamorous, having blonde hair, blue eyes, silly prices. But there was only her on that day, between Friday 13th and the tax deadline.

I felt a little weird when I met her. She looked familiar but if I had met such a pretty girl with a perfect young body, I would not forget! The thought passed me like a light breeze and I would have forgotten all about it if not for life's twists and turns. I was immediately drawn to her pretty face and picture perfect body.

She wore makeup, probably a lot, but she went for the naked look with or without intention. She had straight fine back length hair and perfect teen body slightly fuller than a teen model. The hotel room is bright and she moved around in a two-piece underwear hiding nothing.

Strangely, she had a cold and fake voice that made me at ease. She has a teen voice with a pitch higher than a mature woman.

When I came out of the shower she was naked. I heart lifted and so did everything else, lol. What I didn't see in her pictures turned out to be way better than I expected, her pretty face, her fine hair, skin tone, and texture. Best of all, she got a pair of perfect smallish tits.

Somehow I sat on the bed. She walked to me and I kept her standing there, enjoying her breasts. I squeezed them harder and harder, asking her if she was OK every step of the way. When I wasn't asking and looking at her reactions, I was sucking harder and harder. She was helping with her own hands when I was gentle in between.

In bed, I tried to start from her toes. She dismissed me with her fake voice. Maybe she was barefoot all day long. Usually, it didn't matter unless she was going to kiss me, a lot.

Then I kissed her legs and up to her pussy. I went down on her with my stiff tongue. Her very light, slightly higher pitch moaning sounded familiar. But I didn't think twice about it. I flipped her over and went down on her ass. OMG, it was air-tight pretty. No matter how I dine I couldn't break the airlock. She was enjoying it the same before I flipped her, all the light and girly pitch moaning.

I was already 200% satisfied with her when she blew me. Only that it was pretty good, she put my whole cock into her mouth just short of deep throating. She even crawled forward to kiss me before changing over to ride me. Yes, I already french kissed her with tongue and she passed with an A.

Since I got DFK missionary every time, I remembered my old favorite standing doggy. I said, "doggy", got out of bed and she knew what to do. After some warm-up, I pounded faster and deeper, doing welfare checks on her in each and every step. Before the finale, I gave her a few really deep sharp thrusts that jerked her whole body.

Since she is my new straight A student, I couldn't resist but to flipped her over for the final missionary. With her head high on the pillow, I didn't think she would kiss but I twisted my head and home in her mouth anyway. Not only that she didn't resist, soon I got her tongue. And we kept at it, above and below. And in the heat of the moment, I got the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes, the whole tongue, not possible to get any more unless the tongue was severed. I felt so desirable. I felt her great desire to please me and keep me.

As if the ending wasn't perfect enough, she squeezed me hard to my pleasant surprise. Some women fake orgasm that way. Some show that there are plenty of mileage left in them. Jordon used me as the tool for a kegel exercise to keep her tighter longer. She just did it to please me and I'm not sure why.

But since she was so nice I stayed on top of her for a while longer without the risk of being pushed or otherwise hinted. Now, this is important PSA. Keep your arms around me if you don't mind me to stay on top for a while. And if I rolled over, roll into my arm and cuddle. If you don't hate it what do you have to lose? Afraid of rejection? "Will you love me the next morning?" But I'm paying for your time, all shame on me if there are any.

Before I went into the shower, I doubled back to collect all my clothes getting them ready when I would be done. I didn't know why. It just happened. I found her at the sink trying to freshen up her makeup quick before the mirror. Freshen up is an understatement. She has a large square color palette with at least 36 or more colors. With her cold fake voice, she joked that I was afraid that she stole my clothes. There was really no reason other than I wanted to make the cleanup operation as smooth as possible.

In the tranquility of the shower, it dawned on me why she looked familiar. She was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I got out of the bathroom. I couldn't resist but asked her if she knew Pretty School Girl. I thought it was her cousin who she learned from, in particular, the color palette and the paint brushes. If it was her sister I would be evilly pleased.

"I'm Pretty Schoolgirl", she said as a matter of fact way without flinching. I was speechless. I should have known. There is only one girl that is so seriously into that kind of music; I don't know what kind. When I hinted her to fetch the condom, she came up instantly and crawled quickly to the nightstand, only to skip the current song, telling me that she didn't even know the song. Then she kept on blowing, not getting my hint at all. Her moaning is exactly the same, but now she moaned on both sides.

On the other hand, I knew she was gone for good; she never returned since I last requested her. After a year or so she deleted her account. I didn't realize at the time that her ad says she is 19, the same age she claimed a few years earlier. But she didn't age a bit.

And she has been back for half a year at least. Now, I picked her twice all because of her pictures. Last time, I decided on her after auditioned so many girls. But it was too late. She decided it was not worth it when she wasn't hot property anymore. I was the few left who didn't worth the trouble when she turned up once a while.

She never cared too much; it was she who brought up Chanel II. Is Chanel such a nice girl that everybody helps her out? Chanel told me that PSG introduced her to some big clients. It would be a dream team but I don't think they can go nasty on each other. It would be spectacular to see them make each other orgasm. I don't think I can DFK them in turn with the same passion when I am alone with only one of them. Even Caroline's screener mentioned Chanel. We left it at that because I don't suppose he/she is right to mention other girls' name, and I have enough girls to handle. She had the most potential but since I saw her only once at my beginning of some less fortunate time, I would leave it at that rather than trying to reignite the passion I left a few years ago.

Vivid in my mind was the text from Chanel to PSG, while we were talking naked next to each other after sex. I told her it was PSG who mentioned her and I finally booked her because of that. Chanel immediately texted her, thanking her without words and boosting at the same time about her good catch.

What a difference a year makes, or two. Previously, PSG's idea of DFK was touching my lips with the tip of her tongue for two seconds. I don't know if she was afraid of catching something from me or she was just not into me. I was sure if she was the same to others, she would have received a lot of complaints. Maybe that explains her dwindling client base. But she didn't need to care.

Now, for the first time, I know the feeling of having the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes,  I vacuumed hard uncontrollably when I was fucking her at the same time. But I couldn't have sucked her whole tongue into my mouth if she wasn't willing and took the initiative.

The tax return was easy so I ended up early this year. Immediately I left a message for her screener that I wanted stress relief and a VIP package when she is next available. I wasn't hopeful since according to her record she only turns up once every fortnight to a month. But the next day I received a response from her screener only to find out that he/she tried to sell me another girl. I had to turn him/her down because I had too many girls to handle unexpectedly when I wanted only one, and she was Caroline; it was about time to visit her private home. I got everything I wanted from the three girls. A great picture or two won't do it. A whole gallery may help but I was afraid to ask for it because I didn't want to waste other people's time. The chance that I would try a new girl is low.

I and PSG are like two immortals among mortals, running into and picking each other lifetime after lifetime without trying. Well, maybe just me, lol. I picked her twice among thousands of girls based only on her pictures. The real person is much more than her pictures. Well, Chanel may possibly be better but I wouldn't know. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance. Caroline is an amazing woman who captured me. The Schoolgirl Next Door will get my time when it's too soon to see Caroline and while PSG isn't there.




Reunited

Not one, but you can say three.

Maybe it's pre-tax day tension, I need to find someone that is a sure thing. It can't be Caroline or she would think that I'm loaded, expecting me every week. It just happened that School Girl Next Door turned up. I didn't like her that much because she did oral with covers. She rushed me because she needed to check out and then check into another hotel. She could have told me so we met at the other place or other time. She also had a pet with her!

The main thing is that she isn't pretty. Maybe she is but she is too young to know how to be glamorous. On the other hand, I liked her because it wasn't her who rushed me. Her friends banged the door and maybe hotel staff too. She was rather obedient given the circumstances. I took off her huge school girl glass and kissed away; she didn't resist. In the confusion, I didn't give her much chance to warm up before pounding away. I also wanted to shoot some limited video with her.

Best of all, she had a great body, blonde with neck length hair that fit the schoolgirl next door stereotype. Indeed, her perfect smallish breasts were what attracted me.

Despite not having an outstanding face, she didn't even try to compensate. Worse, she looked as if she had no makeup on. Not the naked look but really schoolgirl next door look. Her short blonde hair was tied up tightly. And she got herself a full body tan. She could have come straight from the beach.

She is humble though, as reflected in her average fee. I think she wondered why I picked her again after a few months. There are plenty of pretty girls in her category and most of them offer more service varieties. Indeed, I think she was a bit worried that I came back to do weird things that she wouldn't do. However, she was happy that I came back. Some establishment will complain that they have to eat air to survive if you patron them once every quarter.

When I entered the room, I realized that I had been there before, or the rooms with the same layout. I remembered Babara bent down on the desk but I failed to penetrate her tight ass.

Before I could say or do anything, she asked me to take a quick shower. This is not uncommon but it was further from promising out of her mouth.

Out of the shower, I kissed her. I didn't regret betting on her again. She didn't hesitate to receive. Then I told her to lie down for a foot massage. I know she is a very clean person because last time I waited for her a long time to come out of the shower to say goodbye. So I didn't ask her to wash her feet first. She was watching with interest and a little anxiety as to what I was doing to her toes. I turned her over, lifting her feet up in the air in turn to enjoy them. She was all smiling and very relaxed.

I went down on her with my strong tongue muscle. When I tried to use my fingers she said no. Next, I flipped her around and bite her bottom lightly. While kissing her ass, she giggled. She was so lovely that I gave her some more with my strong tongue.

She asked if she could put on the cover while blowing. I didn't remember that she did it last time. I just said no. She tried hard but you can see that she wasn't into it. I told her to stop, gave her a ride to warm up. In that position, I remembered what I came for. I squeezed one of her tits hard while sucking and licking the other hard. I watched her reaction and sort of asked her if she was OK with the increasing force, pressure and sucking. She had no problem with them.

Now I started hardcore I brought back the standing doggy. If you haven't noticed, she is rather new. She didn't place her ass close enough to the side of the bed. I had to pull her into position. Again, I asked her whenever I increased my thrust. In the end, there was no mercy. It was very fulfilling and yet she took it gracefully. Her starfish was so lovely that I couldn't resist to press it hard with my thumb; I know that if I used other fingers she would be alarmed. I was highly aroused when I pressed harder and harder while pounding on her.

Since she kissed well so far, I tested her finally on the DFK missionary. At first, with her head high on the pillows, I thought she wouldn't do it. But I sought out her mouth anyway. I was a little surprised that she didn't resist and didn't hesitate for a moment. Usually, girls find it easier to do BBBJ than to DFK. She is the opposite. I think she is happy that I kissed her like that, like a very pretty princess, like the other pretty girls that I kissed. Maybe she just lost her mind while I was fucking her.

She was becoming less and less cautious but it was only at the end that she knew that I was a total gentleman. And she was happy that I liked her so much. I kissed her shoulder a little when I pulled out; she chuckled. It wasn't like she was happy that I was done. Imagine that she told me, "no deep throat" before she started the blowjob. It was like she wanted to make it up to me for what happened last time; she wanted me to see her again. She was happy that I was totally satisfied without she having to do what she hates. Yes, I put her back near the top of my list [*** or what I thought at the time ***]. We talked about casual things like her pet. Now she established herself a home to put it. Looking back, she may be offering me something for selected clients now that she is local. But I missed it and it doesn't matter because she is not going anywhere soon.

The strange thing is, when I rolled over and dropped dead on the bed, she went to take shower, a long shower. I thought last time she took that long because she had to change hotels. It's natural to wash thoroughly before you put on your clothes. This time she checked my remaining time and went into the bathroom to enjoy the shower while I took a rest. It was a win-win.

But still, does it bother you when she seems to be going into the decontamination mode after she has sex with you? I don't think she had many clients before and after; it was a slow Sunday. I really think she came from the beach or the pool. With all the giggle and chuckle and smiles, I can't think that she hated anything; I think she enjoyed the company, relatively speaking, LOL. Maybe she cleaned herself thoroughly after swimming before going home.

One down, two more to go.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Valentine

Rather than spending the V day with somebody, I picked somebody to receive my V day gift instead. That somebody was Caroline of course. I don't book people on V day because she may be expecting too much. And if everybody wants her I may be rejected if I'm not the top dog. I'd rather spend some quality time with her before the day.

I read that a working girl suggested a sun catcher as a gift idea. If you don't know what's that like me, it's a congregation of prisms to defract sunlight into rainbows. I picked a big crystal that is beautiful to look at all by itself. I bet she prefers a gift card so I included both. The crystal is like flag planting at her home so she remembers me all the time. This is small, beautiful and functional; I hope she has no reason not to hang it near the windows. I made a V card too that resembles a past Visa campaign if she is old enough to remember.

I think she lives on a previous street lamp manufacturing site. The manufacturer is still there but part of the site was converted into "apartments". According to satellite photos, there is a row of longish warehouses and I think they turned into two houses each on either end. Some homeless people camped nearby on the walls of the manufacturer where nobody cares. On the other sides, there are apartments for singles and two-level residential buildings.

Actually, her apartment is not bad at all. She is a bit proud to say "my house". Around all the chaos, her apartment complex is rather green; there are trees providing plenty of shades. There are even plants in the front yards! You don't know it's a row of converted warehouses. The size of her apartment is good. One apartment building in central Santa Monica has a kitchenette, a bed with a tiny bit of extra space as in a small hotel room. Her bedroom combined with the lobby and living room is rather spacious in comparison. She has a good-sized kitchen that is also a walk-in closet and probably the dining room too. She has a bathtub in her bathroom; some new boutique hotels have just a shower stall.

Security is a concern for a young white girl in that neighborhood. But it's way better than some anonymous giant apartment buildings when you have to go through multi-story car parks and the cramped lifts. Her house is the first on the complex with an entrance right on the street, opposite an elementary school. If she finds someone to escort her home in the evenings there's no reason to fear.

As she has no one to impress, that is really a sufficient place to live. If she has rent protection, there's really no reason to move.

Maybe she's happy there. When I started I lived above the printer's and almost moved above a frozen food store. But a lot of lesser women than her would love to live in a 3-bed house, push a stroller every other day and shop. I guess there's a price to follow your dreams.

She slipped that she came here at 14. If that's actually 18 or 19, she is just about 30 now.  This makes her more special; looking like a teen model at 25 is a lot easier than 30. She is so nice to look at, particularly naked.

I asked her if she really lives there; she showed me her cat's toy. But the cat looked so different. Maybe last time she was hungry and a haircut was long overdue.

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

Hollywood 2

Caroline ran out to open the gate in a school PE uniform with a t-shirt and a short. It was natural in the suburbs but surreal in East Hollywood. She is too pretty for that. She was as pretty as the last time I say her even without her styling gel on her short hair, now looked more like a school girl cut.

Her house is so close to the entrance that I felt weird. Now maybe it was a converted garage; they fenced off the old driveway and convert everything in the old compound into living spaces. They also added steps in front of the garage so it didn't look like a garage.

At this point, still, I was expecting her apartment to be a sanctuary amid the East Hollywood chaos. But it was not to be. When you enter the door, you can see a small bed next to the wall by the street. There is a partition wall so there is a living "room" area leading to the "bedroom" area. The kitchen is wide open to the "bedroom". Behind the partition is the bathroom. So everything is square with little separation. There is a narrow long bench table along the living room with a slim but old portable on it. There is stuff everywhere.

This is certainly a woman's house. I can't say that the stuff is neatly piled up but if it were a man's house, it would be a chaotic dump. One wall in the "kitchen" is devoted to hanging clothes with bags, more than any typical walk-in closet in California. The tower hanger in the bathroom is occupied with layers of something like scarfs.

Her apartment is very lived in, like for a long time. Everything is old, bathroom rub, bed sheet.

Under the outdoor sun, I realized that she is a bit out of place in California. Her skin is too pale for a native, amplified by her short.

Basically, we did the same thing last time in a 4-star boutique hotel instead of a converted garage with piles of stuff. We kissed standing up until I peeled off her clothes. I kissed her perfect breasts and went down on her. When the tension seemed to be diminished, I went down further on her legs but she seemed to be guiding me back to where I was. I really don't know what kind of finishing school she came from.

In my mind, I prepared different scenarios of how I would ask her to wash her feet and how to torture her.  But I had no desire to check the bathroom and there would be too many obstacles to lift her out. And there were too many things to do and too little time of 30 minutes.

I flipped her over to go for her starfish. This time she knew to lie comfortably while I did my things. I sort of hinted to ask if she minded. Not only that she didn't, she was enjoying it, turning on a subtle soundtrack.

This time I came fully prepared. I enjoyed the blowjob looking at her and not looking, knowing that she wouldn't stop unless I told her to. And I didn't need to stop her because I was invincible until she slipped in her hands. For the ride, I took the effort to check her out like a piece of art or a piece of porn so I could remember her better. Since I didn't tell her to stop, she was trying to make me and herself cum. I could see on her face that it would be hard but it could be working if I let her try. Instead, I put her down squarely on the bed, went on top, put myself in her and started kissing.

I pounded her a lot harder than last time while kissing her. Practice and mental preparation works. Her "bed" was a bit bouncy so there was a lot to show for my effort. So we went up and down, up and down with her juice flowing all over. This time it was her who vacuumed me to keep our lips together while I concentrated on the pounding. It was so lovely to look at when I remembered to open my eyes.

When I was about to finish I needed so much concentration that I had to let go of her lips and held her tight. Then I collapsed on top of her and inside her. She held me like that until I got off to clean up. The cat was in the bathroom then.

Again she held my neck to kiss goodbye. I liked her just the same but the lovely feeling was distracted by overwhelming thoughts about her everything. She is more like a struggling actress in Hollywood than a struggling model. I was less sure about the tension in her body but the juice had to be real. The effort she put on her face had to be real. And fortunately, she didn't talk a lot and there was little chance acting.

She wrote about wanting to be a nurse in her profile and she did look like a nurse. Remember Rebecca? I was going to talk to Carol about what I know about nurses and she could be living near a hospital. But one glance at her nails I know that she couldn't be.

First, is she overcharging me and by how much? When she comes to our 4-star hotels she worth every bit of the money she charges. Now if she is desperate enough she can just advertise on Backpages and get more money per day than the hassle of traveling through the traffic. I can handle this by not dealing with it. It's not my business to deal with it. As long as she is giving my money's worth like the first two times, I can't fault her.

I'm honored to be invited to her home. She does like me one way or the other. Maybe she invites everybody who will come. Maybe she picks those who can blend in, like boyfriends, friends and casting agents. At least she feels safe about me but maybe she is desperate enough.

Is that really her home? She could be borrowing a girl friend's home, but who will let somebody fuck with strangers on her bed? Some desperate people? Is that really her bed? Such a seemingly classy person has to be desperate to let nasty people leaving nasty things on her bed. Unless it's nice people she likes.

Can such a young pretty girl live alone in that part of the city? She could be living with her boyfriend but she probably won't be that passionate. Maybe her boyfriend doesn't know. But the bed is too small for two. It's hard to hide things but I didn't check.

Now I doubt if she can afford such a good booker. Maybe it's those sort of mentors taking care of new girls. Maybe it's one of her friends. Maybe it's Chanel 2 whose turn of duty to do the bookings. Maybe it's herself all along! Wow, such a simple and useful revelation that never dawned on me.

Next time I know what to look for if there is next time. Certainly, I like to go to her home if she allows me. So much connection. I'm not a lot better than I had to let go of Chanel 2 last time. But I can find something to sell, or can I?

The player goes to Hollywood

I saw the ad of a young blonde that pleased my eyes. But my jaws dropped when I got her price list. So I asked around if she's worth it. Certainly, a guy responded with similar responses from others. I saw that his conquest included more of the same that I haven't met so I couldn't resist asking him to recommend someone else before this young blonde come visit again. He just gave me a full shortlist that is strongly recommended; I drooled on their photos before but he gave me a push to really engage.

Girls of the same type usually don't come out to play all at once. Somehow they spaced out each other for the availability whether they belong to the same booker, agency or independent. But in that week, all of them arrived though not on the same day but with overlapping. They came and go but I had the opportunity to engage the last on his list.

Being at the end of the list, maybe she's the oldest at 25 or she's the most expensive. I barked at her high price but I wasn't surprised. Chanel 2 billed a brain surgeon $700 for 30 minutes. And I don't want to know how many thousands these sugar babies bill their daddies.

Claimed to be 25 and a model, Caroline looks like a white blonde teen model - leggy long limbs, small chest, streamlined, stylish neck length short hair. I booked her for half hour to see how it's possible, a teen model at 25.

She didn't disappoint a tiny bit. Maybe I missed the word fitness before model. Every vegetarian over 25 will die for her body. She has just enough makeup on to highlight all her good features; you have no idea if she has anything to hide. Her stylish short hair compliments everything else. She is a Barbie doll.

I think I'm qualified to write the escorts' playbook. They all seem to follow what I've been writing, lol. Before I could think of anything else, she walked into me, arms around my neck, and starting kissing me, the DFK type.  Now, that's count as the first kiss that you may remember for the rest of your life and she did it with flying colors, or you can say a lot of tongue and passion.

I eased the tension and passion a bit to see if that's too much for her. But no, she just kept coming and kissing. We just stood there fully clothes. I am not a clock watcher but sure she held the record.

Then I couldn't resist checking her breast and they were perfect if you like those. I ping-ponged about big and small, fake and real. My current settlement is on model type small ones, real ones, as long as they look and feel great. Perfect. I pulled down the shoulder strap on one side of her top to release her left breast. Then we continued marathon kissing with something more to grab on to.

At first, I thought she mistook my booking to be for one hour. These things happen; people just think the best out of me when they see me. But then the way she just went for it may be the way to save time - no ice-breaking conversation, no sanitary rinse. She is highly motivated by her really really expensive rate but I didn't break my bank - a win-win.

She is a local all-American girl but I doubt if she got her training, or the lack of it, from somewhere else. When we all got naked in bed we started kissing all over again. When I was dinning on her she seemed to be very tense and wanted to cum. Or that's the way she wanted to get her juice flowing without any help.

And if she's onto something that I enjoyed, she would keep at it as long as I was good. That's how she let me ate her, how she blew and how she rode me. She didn't think about time; she always waited for my instruction to proceed to the next stage.

She has lovely feet and toes too; totally expected for those long slender limbs. I did take the effort to notice that she walked barefoot. But it was Hyatt. So I went for them anyway but not all the way; her big toe was slightly salty. I noticed that it may be the US version of boutique hotels; big-name luxury hotels mushrooming up in expensive neighborhoods but with small footprints, don't even have bathtubs.

She took on the doggie position when I just wanted to admire her ass closely. So I had a nice view of her pink starfish when I was admiring intimately. She was very comfortable with it and kissed me just the same after, lol.

She is the perfect replacement for Apple, though a very expensive one, who would come down low after all warmed up riding to kiss me eye to eye. And after she put me in carefully and all the warming up, I wouldn't do anything else without access to her face, or precisely her mouth. So I got on top of her, put one arm around of her neck and started kissing and pumping at the same time.

After I cum she was very comfortable with me staying on top of her and inside her for the warmth. She caressed my back too as if she had no concept of the clock. When I thought that was too much too long, I pulled out and rolled over; she rolled into my arm and held me close.

I didn't want to give her too much hope of upgrading to VIP status, this time or next. So I retreated humbly to the shower room to clean up after giving her a peck on her forehead. As a routine, I asked her when she will be available again. But she was trying to tell me something different, like what day of the week is more convenient for me. I didn't know what to say and she didn't think it matters to pursue. The importing thing is, she put her arms around me and kissed me goodbye, a deep one, making sure that I will be back. I usually do after that.

After that encounter, I thought about her all the time. I drove in autopilot mode, the rare courtesy one. I have to stop myself smiling at the inappropriate time. I have the feeling of falling in love when I wasn't even looking. I discovered Chanel 2 when I was actively auditioning a lot of girls. If she kissed me like that I would have sold everything to keep seeing her again.

Caroline did say she liked me but I just took it as the other compliments like I am good (at oral sex). I didn't take those seriously and I didn't give her the chance to go into more details. But I think she has to like me somehow to kiss me that much. Even if she is desperate to keep well-paying clients, she doesn't need to do that much.

Caroline is everything that I have been looking for when I was looking. She treated me better than all the Chanels. I don't know how pretty she is without makeup, but shoulder to shoulder, she can blow the others away. Well, everything except the price.

Before I went home that day, I decided to impress her that I'm not cheap, but I'm not paying her full hour price either. I decided to do two half hours back to back, the 2nd half when I fully recovered from that day. I knew her overhead isn't the same but I had a hunch that she is different.

I saw her after the 666 crash. On the day of the 1000 crash, I texted her helper to book her again. It was a long shot since no response is the usual response. But soon, the reply is yes but I have to see her in her Hollywood apartment. Wow, that is more than I am looking for, a local girl that is not escorting full time but available every day. With her own place, I could be paying her close to Chanel, my truely ATF.

Despite my urge to drive to LA immediately, it was an impossibility as I have to spend 4 hrs round trip in the traffic to see her for half. But I was paid to go to LA the next day. So I checked everything and made the booking. With Google Maps' help, I was good at crossing and getting into LA in all directions. And I know when to trust it and when not to.

Her helper told me to text her to confirm the next morning. But in the evening I almost missed his (or her) text. I was so worried that the appointment was jinxed. I bragged about it vaguely in some obscure forums. I replied only to find out that she wanted to know if I was allergic to cats! OMG! A cat! I was so worried! Of course not!

I felt so good that she thought about me and the next day appointment in the evening. I bet she was planning for everything perfect. Of course, I thought of her all the time. I felt so VIP when her helper asked, "Half hour?", when I made the booking.

I have to say this booker/helper/screener of her is so good. Now if Caroline is not working the whole day her helper shouldn't be on call all day to take care of a cat. And if Carol is working the whole day she won't be thinking about if me and her cat will get along. Amazing.

That is not all. When I first book Carol, her booker just told me that she was Chanel 2's booker too. WTF? I saw Chanel 2 once over a year ago. I did try to book her again maybe twice but her old booker passed her to her new booker.  And that's how he remembered me? I don't buy it. Of course, he checked my history to see who I saw. But he would have to do it all the time. Why me? Why Chanel? Maybe I'm famous without knowing it. I do bullshit on other platforms but not like this. Maybe he heard about me spending a thousand or two on Barbara. I would be more comfortable with that. I replied that Chanel 2 is great but Carol is amazing; I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

I was supposed to check-in at 9 am but I got a text from her booker 5 minutes earlier. What a booker she has! And I was supposed to report when I started heading over to Hollywood. Wow, that much work? Or she was that thoughtful or careful? I understand, if I am not so good at crossing LA at will, I won't promise to go there in the middle of the day. There is a narrow window of possibility and not even locals will be certain of it.

I knew Hollywood is an interesting place especially the eastern part where her "apartment" is. I didn't really believe she lives there; it may be a motel, a private apartment rented out hourly for that purpose or her friend's house.  You don't bring a stranger home after a one night stand. Maybe she just liked me that much or she's desperate.

The closer I got, the more I believed that she lived there; there is no reason for doing business there. I was expecting her to be living in a stylish minimalist apartment in a lower rent or even run down part of town. I parked in a busy strip mall and got her address. I should have walked because it would be impossible to find parking space. But being in the middle of the day, I saw one opening. I had to practice my long lost cross-Atlantic tail-first parking. I succeed maybe the 5th time. It wasn't too bad. I got the 1st half right so all I had to do was going back and forth a few yards each time to practice turning the wheel sharper. And nobody was watching, I hope.

To say that her apartment is behind the white picket fence is a stretch. The color is far from white, if it ever was, due to age. It's really not a fence but large pieces of wood to hide the chain fence at the back. And everywhere is flat without any buildings. I came across these apartments before. It is a fenced area or you can say a gated area with a few to tens of structures, be it traditional houses, two-story or more buildings, or any other converted structures. I had fond memories.

Her apartment is on a narrow street right opposite an elementary school. I tried to open the fence gate but it was locked. Just when I was wondering I was at the wrong apartment, Caroline ran of her house to open it for me. 

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Oh my ego

It started when I was going home on a dark desert highway. Well, most of the state is built on the desert anyway. I was lonely or horny that I didn't remember. I stopped to call a phone number on a classified with an impossibly cute girl in a video.

Of course, it was not the girl on the video that I met. Nowadays you can buy a video from anybody on the internet and pay in many ways including webcam tokens. Now I understand why people in pictures or videos hold an identifying sign upside down or mirror image. They have no clue what it is.

But she is young and most of her body is up to standard; she is from my city with the same accent. She did what she was supposed to do but without GFE. I was going on and on. On the missionary, I was telling myself I did what I had to do and now's the time to come. She thanked me for my hard work. We laughed. Because of that, I was looking for her the next week in the same situation.

I was lied to; another girl Sandy turned up despite the promise. I was politely telling the girl that I was looking for someone else while doing a U-turn to the door. Then I noticed her bikini starting from her breasts. It was totally unexpected; usually, I will be looking for model skinny types or schoolgirl types. But she is not bad at all, a half plus-size model maybe. She is tall and if she losses a few pounds all over her face will be a lot more beautiful.

I decided to stay when my eyes never left her bikini top. Then I went for her breasts. They didn't disappoint as she is mid-twenties at most; she is a bit thick so her girls are big and natural. She was surprisingly GFE that I didn't pay for and didn't expect.

She just stood there waiting for me to undress. I just had the chance to pull her down to sit on my lap. She just did it without hesitation. That was the beginning of a great feast. I just kissed her how I liked it and whenever I liked it. I went up and down on her and then turned her around. She just did it, even with the prediction on her own initiative.

When it was time to blow I recognized the way she looked at my cock. She looked at it the same way when I first undressed. She wasn't calculating how much work she had to do or how uncomfortable she would be. She was fixated. She just grabbed my cock and suck away without giving me the chance to change my sitting position.

With that much GFE and kissing, my missionary was going too well, lasting not as long as last time. After I finished she wouldn't let me go with both her arms around my waist. She was still fucking me. I wasn't responding like a blowup doll. I couldn't respond. She was doing the missionary on her own at the bottom. It was minutes until she gave up, saying softly," Mmm, so fast!". She sounds like a little girl complaining while I ran out of candy.

Weeks later, I figured out that it could be a totally different story. The hometown girl got my request but passed it to Sandy. I was too thick and too much hard work. So Sandy was expecting a handsome guy that last a long time with a big equipment, she told me twice about it, not absolutely big but relatively for my 120 pounds. This was exactly what she wanted and I delivered, except for the lasting bit, lol.

They left and I couldn't take another promise from the agent. I tried another agent who got me Apple. I couldn't remember any girl who was riding on me looked at me so desirably and then kissed me with so much smile and love.

And so I decided to keep my long fluffy hair. I don't care if Americans call me gay. The rest of the world calls American males ugly. We have Speedo Superbrief and they have knee length wetsuits for swimming. I don't care if it's embarrassing going to PTA meetings. I don't care if I am mistaken again as another student when I walk with my kids in high school. I don't care if schoolgirls smile at me like I'm a driving senior when I am just stopping my car for kids to cross safely.

BTW, when I went down to the scoreboard during a home game, I saw two women who seemed to be trying to outdo one another. One had a beautiful face with very nice makeup under the spotlights. She looked like an ex-cheerleader. The other not as beautifully madeup but bared her shoulders and arms in a chilly fall evening. They were sitting face to face and I was about the only person who could see them competing.

These happened within a week or two; my appetite grew and grew. I stared at the classified without much selection until I caught my eyes on a pair of tits. These would do; these would be the bottom line if nothing else. Indeed there wasn't much else. She wasn't even showing off her assets at the door, wearing a T-shirt. But I had faith in her advertising. She is young and thick so that advertised pair could easily be hers.

She was a bit amateur and unprepared. Her room wasn't too tidy, hair a bit messy, no makeup to speak of. She will be called ugly in high school but she isn't a real turnoff. She wears a bracelet and her breath wasn't that good!

She's not the type of girl you would associate with well grooming and trendy with makeup. But all of a sudden she told me her armpit hair wasn't perfectly shaved on doctors order, something like that. She surprised herself by my staying and wanted to keep me coming back.

After I explored all her assets, the only way to salvage the date was to go for her ass. She accepted my offer and trusted me with the extra donation so I didn't need to get out of bed to fetch the money. She told me she hadn't done it for a while and it was hard work to get in. Actually, I wasn't in. I was barely in and out of her sphincter.

I wasn't sure why she didn't bring out the lubrication. Maybe she wanted me to feel the best value for money. Maybe she wanted to do it all naturally without aid. I knew she wasn't doing too well but she seemed to be okay under me. Instead of continuous torture, I decided to deliver one sharp shot to get it over with, to get totally inside. She screamed! Not very loud but like being slaughtered or tortured. So I checked on her under me to see that she was doing okay. She was and decided to bring out the lubrication she had it in the nightstand drawer all along. She worth every cent I gave her.

Then I met this small real blonde girl who looked like a high schoolgirl at 20 something. After I put down the money on the table, she walked into me and kissed me like a girlfriend. Well, the sort of girlfriend who kisses as in chick movies. I saw her a few times because I loved to kiss her whenever I wanted, particularly when I am about to come. There's natural attraction, or, the lack of repulsion.

The last time I saw her, she told me I was amazing when we cuddled after. I didn't know what to response, smiling. it off. And then when we kissed goodbye, she repeated it louder and more seriously to make sure I got it. Yes, I was getting better and better in these few weeks and that's why I was so active.

In between meeting the blonde, an elusive spinner on my radar turned up. There is one and only one girl whose pictures made me horny every time. But her face is too exotic for my taste. Still, I saw her several time, each time telling myself that I wasn't coming back and looking for a prettier girl. This elusive spinner may fit the bill.

In my mind, I rehearsed many times all the things I wanted to do to her. When I met her at the door, I was a bit disappointed and my script went up in smoke. She didn't have the killer body I wanted though not far away. Her face is a bit plain though I prefer her to the one I wanted to replace - The Schoolgirl.

I began to kiss her to break her ice. She was unlike the blonde who took the initiative and clung to me like a girlfriend. She was only responding in kind. I thought that's it until I tried again later more forcefully. She opened up her mouth for some tongue engagement and maintained the lingering kiss lingering.

When I was going up and down her body, I realized that she is better than my first impression. Her perfect pedicure on her pictures didn't look that perfect because her legs aren't model long. But then they are so small and cute, and spotlessly clean. I began to give her a foot massage, not only using my hands obviously. I also bit her irresistible bottom, gentle at first so as not to alarm her, and then harder and harder. I always ain't big on dinning. But on her, licking wasn't enough. Somehow I started vacuuming her and pulling her lips with my lips. I could hear her faintly saying, "Oh fuck!". I didn't know it was passion or desperation.

Her blowjob was well coached. It's all an act but a good act. Her eye makeovers were targeted at this angle looking me very sexily. She practised enough to look natural and nothing seems too exaggerated, even though she was moving up and down like a crouching tiger and her eyes were giving out lasers. When I had seen it all and felt it all, I told her to get the condom. Actually, I went to fetch my own. She asked me if I needed it immediately. I didn't know what to say. That's when she carried on ... and on... and on. She must have loved it, or she was trying to soften me up, bringing me closer to climax to save her pussy.

When she was riding me, she was low as a racing jockey. But she wasn't trying to stay close to kiss me, lol. Now I realize what she was simply doing. I think I got the feeling of a woman at the bottom. She was doing the rough missionary on top of me. What a change! More than that, she would gyrate to the sides too. She came on me very strongly, not worrying at all that I would come too early. Indeed, I think she rode harder and harder, wishing that I would come earlier.

It didn't seem like that she would let go. So I lifted her whole body up while she was riding me. Usually, I would rise up carefully and put her head near the end of the bed without pulling out from her. But she was instinctively alarmed when the earth moved under her. Somehow she managed to stay on the pillow side of the bed.

I carried on what she did, with me at the top this time. It took a long time since she wouldn't kiss. There was one last thing I wanted to do. I asked if I could come in her mouth. It should be included for the BBBJ but I wasn't sure after putting on the condom. Instead of saying yes, she got up and we pulled the condom together quick. When I was about to come I doubted if that was a good idea. I had a big load then and I usually come in waves. I doubted if I could finish all in there. When I glanced at her I was relieved a bit. She was using her lips to form a tight seal on my faucet. She knew enough not to let go until I finished the full load.