Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Back to College

Not me. It's the time of the year for a visit. I met an incredibly cute girl in the dorm. I didn't want to be get caught looking at her shorts all the time but she shook my hand while we were alone briefly, introduced herself and showed off her bedroom (with other's present). She then retreated to her bedroom reading with her door wide open.

Healthy cute blondes are everywhere, leggy and showing off their mid-sections. She is different. She looks like she's from Alaska. Her face and legs match so she might have no makeup on or very little. Her face looked like a flawless sex doll.

She is on the small side but perfectly proportioned. That's why I can't stop looking at her legs and tried not to go near her initially. I would think she is the perfectly sized sex doll too. Why you want to be feed and fuck simultaneously? When the face and tongue are the most erotic parts?

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Chemistry

While the music was loud, a barely legal girl came close to me and glued her face onto mine without a word. I almost jumped if she wasn't that cute. Then she held her iPhone in front of your face. It was a selfie.

Can you imagine that? At my age? She was with her friends too? I couldn't stop wondering what she wanted from me. But obviously she wanted selfies and nothing else. She was blonde, slim enough to qualify for the cheer leading squad anytime. And she came from a very nice neighborhood.

It wasn't like a light hug. I could feel her cool flesh pressing on all of my face and I had to counter it with my neck muscle. That wasn't all. I wasn't going to hit on her because, well, I still didn't know what she could be after. I did what I had been doing and didn't pay too much attention to her but acted like I always know her.

But she would stop her raving and came back again, doing exactly the same thing. So I was prepared and greeted her face with the biggest, sweetest smile. That wasn't for her camera but that was what I felt, while still having no clue what she was after. And she certainly wasn't drinking or on something. She left home not long ago and she was very polite and considerate in our conversations.

She did that again and again, once with a studio stick, a portable gadget that if it was on behind you, it felt like the cops are going to pull you over. It must had been over 5 times. Maybe I was very non-photogenic so she had to do it so many times to get one decent selfie. That explains what I saw in the mirror ... But I'm just so popular.

Chemistry is such an interesting thing.

When I first met Chanel, she let me DFK her. But it was like she was shy without response. Or like she was afraid to catch something but she couldn't resist. When I tactfully tried again, she tactfully ducked. I had high hopes for her since because her buddy Julia only gave me a split second lick on my lips after I went after her for months. But when I finally met Chanel again, she did the same thing. It went downhill from there. Since I knew her well she didn't pretend that she doesn't liked to be kissed. Or she now knows well that I am not the type of rich granddaddy that she thought her buddy passed to her. Or she liked to keep some distance because she knew it's hard to get into Julia's shoes.

But I always liked her more. She is prettier with less makeup. And she's looks more like a leggy model than Julia, who turned into a stripper. I liked her flatter chest too. I'm an equal opportunist. She must be feeling inferior with her pair. She likes to keep her top on until the last. But I liked to slip her loose top down to reveal her flat chest. Then I would not be able to control my desire and home onto her nipple, sucking away. But in the end, she wouldn't even take off her top while riding. I wasn't offended and I know it's complicated. She would be very nice to me the rest of times and even asked me to see her again. But I tried enough, did all what she was willing to do, and I blame it on chemistry. You can't hide that.

When I rediscovered Julia, she would look at me eye to eye while riding me. We looked at each other with lust, and smile. And she would bend down to kiss me. She would gave me her tongue. And I sucked all of her tongue into my mouth. And she stole my heart again.

Now, you can say that she turned professional. But it's hard to do the way I see it. When I met someone who doesn't look like their pictures, it's hard to do the eye to eye thing like I love her or I lust her. It's hard to smile too. But make no mistake, I can fuck like she is the prettiest porn star in the world. I can DFK her like she is my new girl friend. But just not staring at her, smiling and kissing.

Caroline looks like a teen model when she choose to. I had an erection whenever I see her legs under her shorts.  I like her schoolgirl blonde hair going glamorous on the occasion. She is flat like Julia but with a softer squeeze. Little did I know she has some sort of eating disorder and she is over 30. It doesn't change anything and it explains why I'm so hot for her. Time and time again I had to unzip myself, let my cock out so as to continue kissing her without hurting myself. Maybe she knows what to do but it takes two to tango.

The most regret I had is losing Apple's number. Young, schoolgirl type but a fallen angel. Everything is covered. No tongue, no eating that sort of things. But when she rode me she would be in a very good mood, all smiling and giggling and she would get down repeatedly and gave me a little wet kiss on the lips. We talked about the future too because none of us would not believe that we won't see each other again. I was using a different app that didn't save her number when I typed her number in without calling.

Green green glass of home

Accidentally, I came across a picture of my house, where all my kids were born. There were born in the hospital like everybody else but this is the place they call home and never left.

I was shocked by my emotion seeing the green grass in front. I know for a fact that the grass was far from perfect as appeared in the picture. But there were not bald or thin patches. And I had people do all the mowing. My first home since birth had no grass, nor any plants. The grass at my 1st house with Mrs Player was really nice, but it was just a decent sized rectangle. In the picture, the house was surrounded by grasses.

Now I fully understand why they call it the green green grass of home. I'm sad that a lot of the grass was gone. The grass on the slope was replaced by plants and bushes instead; that will be a lot easier to mow by myself if I so choose. The other side was replaced by rocks and munches during the drought. Nobody objected so I saved water and mowing.

And sadly, a lot of time since then the whole yard was neglected when I wasn't doing that well. I didn't feel a thing because I was from the concrete jungle. Now the house will look about the same even if you don't spend any time and money on it but the grass is a different thing.

To keep the green grass, you have to spend a lot of water, a lot of other expenses, and a lot of time to mow it. And typically you hire someone to do all of those. So it really is a measure of your state of mind.

Now since I am mourning the grass, may be I should resurrect it for the kids so they have something to remember and something to return to.

I thought of this because how many girls became nomads travelling all over the country? How many left their green grass at home?

In the news a while ago, an Apple Valley native left by being a porn star. She was found dead in her early twenties. The school may look the same as any other high school, only smaller. But the students will be living under the shadow that not a lot are going to college and a lot will not be able to get out of town.

I had a glimpse of Caroline's old home. It looks like mobile homes side by side. But there was grass all over the place. I know she likes her dump now but she should miss her home town too. Her mom and sister are still there.

Julia and Chanel certainly won't miss their old house. They may or may not be coming from poverty but certainly from urban jungles. I actually know where Chanel because she gave me her real number that tied to her extended family and to the area where they come from and still living. Both have a cute little apartment of their own and keeping it is their prime concern.

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Letting go

Chanel (II) is nothing that I expected her to be. She is beautiful but I have seen better. She is skinny but I like model types. But we don't have chemistry. And I don't blame myself. For any other girls, at least I feel popular. For girls that I liked, I have a crush to return.

Chanel isn't the innocent, easy going, straightforward girl that I think she is. Maybe she has been jaded over the years. Maybe she is like that all along when I 1st met her. I just didn't have the chance to find out more about her real character. Now I don't think Julia mentioned Chanel because she thinks we were a better match. She just did it because Chanel is a good friend.

Looking back, Chanel talked a lot after sex and she even chatted with Julia where we were still in bed naked. She asked me if I could leave early making way for her VIP who paid double. This is the same character that I see now.

She doesn't seem to be happy to see me each time. That's really weird. Whenever I met Caroline and my other favorites, we kissed non stop like a pair of kissing fish until I couldn't keep my cock confined in my pants. OK, I admit that a few mishap happened when I booked Chanel. I couldn't get hard and then couldn't cum because I had too much sex and kept torturing her. But I let her off with a handjob more than once. Once I forgot my money in my car. Once I was late for 20 minutes.

And so I thought my charm works on her because she stopped short of asking me to book her again soon. I just did that only to find out the whole cycle never ends.

We talked about exit strategy, I have many options, slow business, many new girls and she isn't as popular as when she is new. But still, she treats me like a job. I doubt if she does treat everybody like this.

Not only that she was never passionate about anything, but she also did less and less. When I was working my charm on her, I knew she wasn't into DFK so sucked her face instead. Then later I found out that she really really doesn't want people to mess up her face makeup. I don't even know she put up lots of makeup. I thought she wears a little makeup and that's why I sucked her face. Maybe she put up a lot of makeup as an excuse to block me. Should I kiss her when she has lipstick on?

And since I have seen her body enough I don't kiss her from head to toe anymore. She takes the initiative, always starts the blowjob without taking off her lingerie. She rides when she likes it and tells me to do the missionary when she is ready. Of course, I let her takes over. But if that's all she wants to do, what's the point of changing.

Julia is younger but more mature. When I worked my charm on her, I did feel successful after a while, just when she disappeared. When we met again by accident, she really grabbed the chance and the rest is history.

I gave Chanel too many chances that I shouldn't. Maybe I did that because of Julie. I want to get back at her. Maybe I want to hear about her even though Chanel hasn't seen her for a long time and may never hang out again except for birthdays. Maybe hearing her history will be good enough.

I should let go. Let go of Julie. And then I have no reason to see Chanel again. We know each other too well. She knows I don't mind being taken advantage of, being stupid. You can say being a fool for her. I should stop. I don't even feel the crush to see her. I dreaded the look of her at the door. 

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Some people just can't keep a secret

Now I know why. They cannot lie consistently. They could not have remembered what they told who. So they have to tell the truth always. Chanel (I) the professional lier is the polar opposite of Chanel (II), the straight shooter.

It's such a sad story and I hope she doesn't mind if she is reading this. But if she is reading this she would have told me. I think her parents pushed her too hard or the school she went to went too far into the dark side. Her classmates are in ivy leagues. She is not bad herself but she dropped out of college after trying several times. I am not surprised by the way she cannot remember what she has told me.

She told me when to book her again close to her birthday. At the door, I always expect to be a sailor returning to his girlfriend. But she looked at me as if I'm a stranger, just another player customer. I have to break the ice over and over again before taking off her clothes, kissing her, etc. But she would tell me everything after sex, given any chance to talk.

Now I understand why, when we first met, she asked me politely to leave after the sex with half an hour to go so she could prepare for the next VIP that paid her twice as much. I never doubt that she lied but I always wonder how could she do that. It's simple, it was in her mind.

The interesting thing is that Julia made contact with her after a year. Now I understand that they are not fair weather friends. They really help each other out above and beyond friends. I will do that if I have a friend like Chanel and I have no doubt she will return the favor. They didn't talk for a long time most likely because they are struggling one way or the other and don't want the other to know. But you don't forget your best friend's birthday.

Last time Chanel talked about her colorful love life with two boyfriends, and that she was moving into a posh apartment downtown. A few weeks have passed when she realized that it won't work out with her boyfriends. And that she is too young for online dating, attracting not serious dates but losers and cheaters. A few years into the game she realizes that she shouldn't be spending only because she has the money and asked me about jobs and talked about an exit strategy. She didn't make the move.

When I was thinking about Chanel (I), she asked me what I was thinking. So she gave me the chance of talking about her, her rich boyfriend, and how she exited. Chanel (II) realized that she is just another pretty girl amount millions in the big city. There are just too many choices for successful men and most of them cannot resist cheating. At least that's what she thinks.

Now I tend to believe Julia more because she told Chanel the same story that she told me. That she survives only on serving home gambling tables and quitted all escorting. Of course, Chanel didn't believe all of it because the sums don't add up. We all believe that she is still doing something on the side like rich daddies. Or that the big winner got to take her home. But I believe her more because I know more; I penetrated her, Chanel didn't.

Now I really hate to do this to Chanel. She knows now she is my rebound when I lost Julia. She still doesn't know that I prefer her to Julie when we first met. She thinks I prefer younger looking girls and asked me if she looks young enough.

But I love to let Julia know what she has been missing. I now believe that she wanted to keep me. But her apartment won't allow it. She did think about cooking home meals for me in her kitchen. But sadly, I cannot do outcalls and not rich enough to have other arrangements.

As for Chanel, she invited me to pay her home visit. Now she said she won't want to mix business and personal life even though she doesn't have a viable boyfriend. She hinted that she would do outcall for a price but I'm not paying. I don't know if she's aware that if she keeps doing what she is doing, she can't keep regulars like me. Julia did a lot better.

Caroline reminded me of an Apple Valley girl who just wanted to get out of there since kindergarten, the Kansas City of CA. She may be the homecoming queen and prettiest girl in town. Maybe nobody goes to college. She ended up doing porn and dead at a very young age.

For me, I grew up like in Hollywood every day, I joked. And I tended to settle in towns where people fall in love and stayed, again and again. I always owned my house too. I understand that girls like Julia are very much attached to their expensive little apartment. That's their whole world. They see that they are out of Apply Valley every day. But if they fall behind in rent, the whole world collapses.

Caroline is a survivor in her dump, likely with rent protection. She finally got a photogenic boyfriend that is nice, she told me. He looks cool I admit and he is a charmer according to her. She is the trophy girlfriend if her age is right for you and you are not too rich. The funny thing is that she did not have a second thought about seeing me again. Maybe waitressing makes people honest.
A bartender gripped my shoulder in a suggestive way. She is a girl but unfortunately not attractive enough. To others, it looks like a friendly gesture or a form of communication with loud music.

A girl gave me a rose. It wasn't too awkward as it's in the open area with roses growing like weeds. She picked one for herself and gave me one for being nice.

"Do you really like this music?", she saw through me.
"I'm more of a classic rock and roll person.", rock ballad in particular.

Inevitably, she asked me, "How old are you?"
"You don't want to know!"
"40?"
"Yes, around that.". I can't wait to admit, cause it's a big around.
"You looked young!". Yeah, I know, particularly in the dark.

A young guy, 20's at most, who had an attractive girl with him already, asked me out to another bar to "get laid".

A middle-aged guy pointed to an older guy and asked me to tell him that he is handsome. He is, especially at his age. But I didn't bother to do it without knowing what he was up to. He looked disappointed. Later I figured out that they are father and son on some occasions like birthday. It runs in the family, both are rather handsome. But it means a lot to them if I were to tell them.

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

Bipolar?

When she opened the door, Chanel (II) turned her head around quickly and walked back into the room as if she was in a rage. Wow! What did I do to deserve that?

Last time it was all good. Her invitation to her new home was still on. I asked if I could visit her old home before she moved. She said ok too when her boyfriend wasn't around. So I texted her before she moved. I didn't ask to go to her home directly but I gave her a chance. She gave me a one-line response and then none. I knew she couldn't text much because she then had to delete all the conversations in the car. But I gave up. It couldn't work that way. And for the unenthusiastic reply, I banned her for a while.

She then put up advertisements a lot more, several times a week instead of one. Today I woke up and noticed that she was still working. It should be the last morning before she disappears for a few weeks. I decided to help her out. But she had an appointment at the time I wanted. So I tried to rush to get the slot before. It would be silly to wait for the slot after.

I arrived very late. The lift didn't work and I ran up 3 stories high. It was the wrong wing. I never knew there was another wing so I didn't believe her when she told me to go right at the lobby. I ran down and rushed to the other side.

She opened the door like she never wanted to see me again. I proceed carefully. I put the money down and took a shower. And I got on the bed when she was there waiting.

I knew I didn't have much time because I had to leave on time. So I didn't attempt any kisses and conversations and went straight for her breast. She pushed me and left her sexy PJ on. WTF? I was a bit shocked. She signaled me to lie down and gave me a blowjob.

It was tough. If I had anything left in me, I lost it during the high-speed drive there, and then her angry reaction. I couldn't get an erection. Indeed, I was shrinking fast. At least she was patient. But I was afraid to look at her. She didn't smile or talk. She may even look angry. She kept her sexy PJ on. She kept blowing and I kept watching my watch. I was thinking about how to pull out of this. Last time I had good reasons to fail and asked for a handjob. This time I wasn't sure.

Before I asked for a handjob again, my cock began to get bigger. And very soon it was erect. Not the best but erect. She fetched a condom and put it on me without asking. And she started to ride me. No smile.

Almost as soon as she rode me, she said she couldn't do it - it was too big or it hurt her. Before I could ask for a handjob again, she lied down and asked me to do the missionary. OK, so I went in carefully, and minimize body contact in case she went crazy and pushed me. I asked her if she was OK when I began to charge. She turned her face to one side so I couldn't have read her reactions. She never smiled but she didn't say a word either.

I didn't have much time so I charged fast and furiously. But still, in the middle of it all, I whispered in her ears if she was OK. She didn't say a word. I wouldn't dare to DFK her but still, I planted a kiss on her pretty face.

Actually, it was a good fuck as I didn't have any distraction. I concentrated on fucking and I came, with time to spare! I gave her a little kiss on her face and rolled over. I looked at my watch and I still had time left.

Now, she was all smiling! And laughed at me for being fast. But it could also mean that she didn't have enough. She was like just eaten a ton of honey and started talking. She told me her schedule for the whole month, birthday, day trip, 1st cruise trip, family, period, boyfriend, etc.

I told her we should meet again for her birthday. She was happy to. So she does want to see me again. So this is what happened. She was jealous of Julia and angry at me because I didn't see her for so long. So I must have been with Julia. And then I was late for her.

Now I know her more. Can be two different persons.

Monday, April 29, 2019

Only yesterday

Thanks to one of my fans, must be the most patient fan, who reminded me that I often get the dates wrong, by years. I admit that's probably true for somethings. But to me a lot of things seem to have happened only yesterday. Because I still got it?

I meet a woman in a hotel lounge last month. When she was standing under the spotlight, The Lady in Red was written for her. She was standing tall, so intimidating that I didn't even try to take a good at her. She has short blonde hair, stylish. Her pale skin sharply contrasts with her very red dress. I didn't look at her feet but later found out that she was on heels. She left the others and came in for a break perhaps.

Actually, we started a conversation in a private dark corner! What's the chance? It was dark and too close so I couldn't see much. But she is the definition of slim and she fits her long, simple, elegant, body-hugging dress. If she fits the difficult dress like that she could be in her early twenties, thirties maybe. If she is in her 40's and above, she has to be one in a million. And I couldn't say she has a beautiful face. But if her face disappoints she probably won't dress to the nine's like that.

More surprisingly is her story. In no time she said she hate events. So even the dumbest geek in the world know how to take the bait. I asked her what was the event. She is in medical research and that day was fundraising. And obviously, because she is so good looking, they dig her out of the lab to socialize with the rich patrons. I was so in love with her right out of the bat, if only she wasn't so intimidating.

Perhaps she understands geek and she knows that she is just so intimidating, she just poured out her story. She speaks elegantly but managed to tell me a lot without any help from me. She is born and bred locally. Whenever she comes back from aboard, she hates the place and maybe don't like the country either. Wow, each and every one of her rants are so up my alley. We could have such great conversations. We could have been soulmates.

But I think what she sees in me is something I am not anymore. So I just listen without trying to score anything. I don't see what's her point talking to a middle-aged man with wife and kids. I know I look, and in fact, so intellectual but I am always the underachiever.

And she even kicked off her heels in the dark and walked a few steps on occasions like Cinderella. So lovely. I can't stop thinking that she was trying to impress me and not intimate me but encourage me. But I have no clue what she was thinking. She was totally sober. Maybe she was a bit older wanting to score a college student? LOL. Maybe she likes someone mature but not looking like a walking penguin? Maybe she brought into my stereotype - well educated and successful but good looking? Wait till I emerge from the darkness. And I'm the type who may buy a red dress and ask Caroline to wear it. Then fuck the hell out of her. She left everything open when she told me she is waiting table again.

The week before last. I overheard a few teens on my back. One girl was interested in a guy. The other mean girl shot her down, saying that his haircut looks like he's 30's but he is 50's. I was like really going to ask her where he cut his hair, Tony & Guy and the sort? But it dawned on me that she was talking about me and my Flowbee. It was so mean. But I take it as a compliment for the 30's bit and the compliment for my hair.

Not a month before I overhead a few Asian girls and a guy at my back. Obviously, one Asian girl is the leader of the pack; the others won't say no to her. She starts saying how beautiful her cousins are. Basically, she is boasting how beautiful she is. Once when she was in BCH, a popular Korean restaurant for Asians young and old, a girl came up just to say how beautiful she is.

But why? Your friends all know that. Your new friends? They all sat there like dummies. You can say you are the queen of America and they won't say anything else. I know where it is going. Maybe she starting all that because I never looked at her given many chances. And I'm not going to. What's the point. I don't think she has a father complex. I don't think she's the type looking for love over money.

She went on to say her cousins are cheerleaders. Good for them. It doesn't work. I was sitting tight, not moving my head a bit. Then she tried something else, her friends and relatives all go to universities like so and so, all the famous and not so famous CA universities. Well, I was thinking WTF. Is she 16/17 looking for a few mature brave men?

A woman tried to get me into karaoke. She was excited when I could do a line or two, "can't buy me love .... love..." Almost had to drive her home. Another one asked me if I remember when I was a baby being cuddled.

It was not two months ago when the girl next to me started talking; the place was crowded. I think she was in the speakeasy stage. She is a nice good girl with average looks but not sexy, wondering why she has no dates. She actually started to woo me in the dark in front of her friends. She even got hold of my Spotify playlist and was impressed by my music choices; I prepared the list to play at Julia's house.

Finally, there was no misunderstanding when she asked, "We are here for the 26th birthday of a friend, how old are you?" How can I answer that without consequence? I paused and tried something to duck it. Then a boy at the background shouted, "41". I was so pleased because a boy in his 20's think that I'm 41, and that's for an insult. But I was too soon and wrong to admit that. It was hard for the girl. That's why it is a difficult question. If I say 31 probably she would me her number and wonder why I didn't call.

Before that, I met an American girl who just finished college in Japan and moved back. All of a sudden she asked me if I have kids. I asnwered before I realized what she was up to. So much better than asking how old. If I have kids I have to have a wife or girlfriend. If I have ex, more time had passed.

All time high




What a gem I rediscovered. The full lyrics and my comments after.


1 All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two.
2 Had no intention to do the things we´ve done.
3 Funny how it always goes with love, when you don´t look, you find.
4 But then we´re two of a kind, we move as one.
5 We´re an all time high,
6 We´ll change all that´s gone before.
7 Doing so much more than falling in love.
8 On an all time high,
9 We´ll take on the world and wait.
10 So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
11 I don´t want to waste a waking moment; I don´t want to sleep.
12 1I´m in so strong and so deep, and so are you.
13 In my time I´ve said these words before, but now I realize
14 My heart was telling me lies, for you they´re true.
15 1We´re an all time high,
16 We´ll change all that´s gone before.
17 Doing so much more than falling in love.
18 On an all time high,
19 We´ll take on the world and wait.
20 So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
We´re an all time high.

I know line (1) is talking about the movie but it's the best describing my motivation, and perhaps so do you.

(2) Yeah right, there are so many mind-blowing sex that you can do. But Caroline made my pants so tight when she kissed me that I had to unbutton and unzip before I could continue. I forget about my wallet, my glasses and maybe everything else whenever I said goodbye to Chanel. And being the marriage consultant, listening to boyfriend troubles like a soulmate. A few of many.

(3) The most unlikely at first meet became my girlfriends, if only for an hour at a time.

(4) The kind despised by society. Live by the moment. It's funny that when connected by a hard rod, we can always move as one. I often lift a cowgirl up and change position without pulling out, weight permitting. I had a video of myself doing the flat ironing on a relatively soft bed. It was like a pair of mating dolphins moving as one.

(5) Are we all looking for the next all time high?

(6) I think girls often go what they haven't gone before for the right customers, like regulars. For Chanel, it took a long while before DFK became standard and obviously toe sucking.

(7) so much more than making loving, falling in love in the broad sense. Like shopping, dining. Delving into each other's life.

(9) I think it should be take on the world and win. We had so many of our own battles to fight. We cannot fight together but we can have a sweet interlude, a kind of taking on the world together. Even for the most talented, I feel sad for them at times. And I hope my girls all win their battles in the end. It's hard for me in their shoes.

(10) It reminds me of holding on their waist tight while they ride on me. Or holding on to their perfect breasts while letting the ride. Again holding on tight on their breasts while spooning. Or tight on their wrists while flat ironing.

(11) I recall the rare moment in an all-nighter. Of course, I don't want to sleep but too tired sex after sex. When I woke up in the middle of the night opening my eyes, the cute girl was staring at me. So it was sex all over again.

(12) Yeah, there are often clingeworthy lyrics to go with the movies but this is not one of them.

(13) (14) There can be no certainty what's true. What is true for you is true.

Monday, April 01, 2019

Finally ...

I told Chanel (II) that Julie had quitted everything and that's why I was after her. There are not many girls with their calibre nowadays. She was flattered. Of course, she took me home just as she promised when I first booked her again after several years.

I told her all about Chanel I. When I met Chanel II, Chanel I got married not too long ago. I was still mourning. They have many things in common that I can't stop thinking of Chanel I when I was with Chanel II. If I began to care for her when she disappeared, I could not stand the double suffering. That's why Julie was a safe replacement. Anyway, that was what I explained to Chanel II why I didn't see her again for a few years. She seemed happy.

I also told her I am now qualified as a relationship consultant/therapist. I know what ladies want, a guy who knows what they do, someone that they can talk to. But men can forgive and forget what their ladies did, but not what they do. It's tough to visualize sucking dicks for a living. I also told her that Chanel I actually asked me whether she should be getting married. And I actually laughed that she should go for it, if she didn't need to sign anything. I was so bad. But she didn't expect to sign anything - two traditional families and her sisters all married well.

Chanel II was too impressed. She started to tell me the rest of her two boyfriends that she hasn't managed to tell me. I didn't tell her directly but she soon realized that they won't work. I began to stay longer at her home after sex, without worrying that she would have to kick me out. Of course, dinner dates. Everybody needs to eat, right?

I don't know if my prophecy was spot on, or she tried to make it happen. I told Chanel II perhaps she would be running into Julie at the downtown popular Gym, and that their personal trainers will likely know each other if not the same. She indeed caught up with Julie and told her how bad I felt.

Julie was so sorry. The truth is that she couldn't host. She did quit escort and dancing but she still has about two generous Daddies who wouldn't approve of her sex works. She thought it would be best and simplest to say goodbye to me like that. After all, I met her again last summer and you can count the max number of times that I had sex with her. That was true but you don't know how she kisses! Now she knows that I have no hard feelings for her so she said that she wouldn't mind seeing me but it would be just hard to find the chance.

It dawned on me that she could skip the gym and sneak into Chanel's apartment to do some exercises and I can personally train her ;-) Just when I thought it was a very dumb idea, I proposed to do a threesome. I'm quite sure they would have done it as a tag team. If not, even better if they agree to. Every escort should learn. I don't think I will enjoy as much as one at a time but it solves all the problems.

It started off when I asked Julie to teach Chanel how to kiss with tongue. She showed her, she tried, I said fail. We repeated a few times and had a good laugh. Then I sucked and squeezed on all four tits to see who's the best. Obviously, they had seen each other naked before. But now they can't stop checking each other who's got the better trainer, LOL. You know, Julie is a flawless stripper and Chanel is a perfect tall model. I was in heaven!

I knew I had to preserve energy to deal with these two girls. I missed Julie so much that I immediately inserted into her wet pussy from behind, a spoon. I turned her a bit so I was fingering her and fucking her at the same time right in front of Chanel for her to see. When she was getting hot I just put her own hand on her pussy and asked her to masturbate in front of Chanel. I told Chanel to masturbate for me to watch too. They were a bit shy but they just obeyed with their eyes closed.

When Julie was almost there, I ordered Chanel to eat her to climax. She hesitated. I expected that they could have done some kinky things together but I then I don't know to see Chanel's response. But I would take no for an answer. It was so hot and that was the point of no return. I rarely say bad words more than fuck but that moment everything came out from my mouth, dirty and degrading. I wouldn't be able to recall but it would be in the line of "you little whores, what have you not done for money? you lick balls and suck dicks, right? Now lick her pussy. You want $5 tips? $20? $100?"

Reluctantly, Chanel went for it. It was so lame that I kept saying, "Harder, harder ... you little whore!" If I sensed that she was offended, I would have apologized on the spot. But she kept going just as I commanded. So the verbal abuse got worse that I can't and won't repeat.

Then the big squeeze came. OMG! I couldn't have done it better all by myself without Chanel's help. The only problem was to hold on. I took a deep breath and clenched my fist. I survived the big one and a few aftershocks.

Time was of the essence. Immediately I kissed Julie on her cheeks and pushed her off fast. I commanded Chanel to sit on my dick. It was the same spoon but now Chanel's legs were wide open for Julie to see. And Julie knew she had to return the favour. While she was eating Chanel, I held her long legs to spread them as wide as possible and to sync her body with my fucking movement.

I told Chanel to squeeze her own tits. They all do that for a show. But this time I wanted to see red. I kept verbally abusing her until she did what I wanted. When I wasn't abusing her, I told her to practice what she just learned, kissing me like Julie. It wasn't too hard since you can kiss while flat ironing.

When Chanel was almost there, I told Julie that I wanted to come in her mouth. We did simulate that before but not really in her mouth. I wouldn't mind trying it again as I fucked enough this time, two of them. Chanel had a rather long big climax. As soon as she finished, I throw her away like a doll so Julie could dock her mouth onto my cock fast. I came buckets after buckets. Despite all the shaking and jerking, she didn't let go and took it all in her mouth. When she caught it all, she retreated slowly into the bathroom. I opened my eyes when I saw Chanel kneeling beside me waiting for instruction. "Suck it." And she did.

When Julie came back, I laid down in the middle of the bed and opened my arms. They held me on each side with their legs wrapped around me as if competing who's closest to me. If they had done anything wrong to me in my life they are all forgiven.

Hot, isn't it? Indeed my Chromebook crashed when all the juices ran out. Because it was a dual boot Linux somehow the boot system was corrupted for the 1st time and the whole book has to be factory reset.

And you would have thought that's the perfect heavenly ending?

The weather was so gorgeous the last weekend that Chanel asked me to go to the beach. Why would you be surprised? I took Emma to the beach when she asked; she was new to the area. When she had the need to pee, I drove her to a fast food joint and handed her a quarter to enter the toilet booths. She was so impressed as if I was a member of the local yacht club.

This time I took Chanel to a stretch of quiet beach that I came to be familiar with. I know Chanel I married and lived in a house by the beach there. When I missed her too much, had too many time in my hands, feeling too lonely too upset, I might go there all by myself. All the time I looked at the beachfront properties, I thought maybe one day we will meet again.

This time it was totally different. I had one of my two favorite girls in the world in my arms, a tall model barely wearing anything. She was enjoying the jealousy from other women while I enjoyed seeing the guys drooling on her. It was such an easy long walk that we forget about the time.

Then we came across an elegant woman with her little kid. Maybe she was the only woman that was able to catch my eyes on the beach. Why would I look at other women? She was in a swimsuit but well covered from the sun and perhaps covering her body to hide the fact that she obviously had a kid. But she was beautiful and elegant from what I see. When we walked closer I was checking her face to compare with Chanel by my side.

But fact is stranger than fiction. Perhaps I never spent so much time on that beach. Since I fucked her kissed her so many times, I couldn't have mistaken. This elegant woman is Chanel I !!! I almost fainted.

It took me a few seconds to collect myself. I could barely walk away. Then I was into deep thought. Actually, my brain was blank. Chanel II squeeze my hands and asked what's wrong. I told her. She starred seriously at me for a few seconds, and then smiled as if she thought of something.

She let go of my hand and went after Chanel I. Later she told me that she asked if Chanel I recognize an old friend, now her boyfriend. Then Chanel II asked if Chanel I mind having a few words with me for old time's sake, while she babysat her kid.

Chanel walked toward me, getting more and more beautiful as she came closer. She is more beautiful than I remembered, than in my dreams. After all, she is still under 30.

"How are you?", she asked.

I was speechless at first. The original Chanel was talking to me after all these years. I could have written down the dialogue to treasure for the next million years. But this is the spoiler.

As expected, she got married, lived by the beach and had a kid years after refusing. Eventually, her husband cheated with younger girls. She wasn't into him in the first place so they divorced, and she kept the house.

I asked if she had anybody else in her life. She said no but in a familiar phrase, "Was I being fucked enough?".  She answered with that phrase once I asked if she likes sex toys. But in general, she doesn't like sex that much. I believe her. I remember that she would rather have a husband who she could talk to, rather than keeping her history a lifetime secret.

As much as I hate being rejected in the greatest degree, I had to brave this or I will regret for the rest of my life. "Can we meet again to talk about old times?" She nodded slightly and very casually. Wow! My heart was beating hard but only now that I could feel it.

Then she looked slightly sideways at Chanel II. "Oh, she wouldn't mind.", I said. It's a big if but since she was so nice as to hook us up, I just hope. I would be going to ask her anyway, and Julie too. Also, it didn't need me to tell her than Chanel II has her same background. That's how I got to know her. "Boyfriend" was just a word of convenience.

"How about going to my house for a drink now?", she said so unexpectedly. "I'll ask her." It was understood that for politeness we both were invited. And I wouldn't leave Chanel II on her own. She is in my pocket but not Chanel I.

I went to Chanel II and told her about the invitation. She gave me a wicked smile and assured me repeatedly that I should go alone; there would be no fun for her talking with my old friend. We escorted Chanel II with barely anything on to my car. Then I followed Chanel I to her home with her sleepy little kid. In a way, I shouldn't be too surprised. She is beating a tall young model.

Anybody want to know what happened?

We met when it was late afternoon when the sun was less brutal. We talked until after dusk on everything, from her sex life with her ex back to how she really felt when I first sucked her toes. Good times.

That was when I got horny and she sensed it in my eyes too. I didn't hide it. I did it so many times, before, after, and during sex with her.

"I missed you.", I whispered just as I did to Julie when I stopped seeing her for a month and to Chanel II after I didn't see her for a couple of years. I really meant it every time. I would be really really surprised if she said I missed you too. She just smiled understandingly.

"Do you fancy a foot massage?", it should be tempting after a long walk on the beach.

"OK", she said playfully in case I was joking. She laid on the arm of the couch and put her feet on my lap. And so I started. I can do it well. She even complimented on my massage skills, on her feet, and on her back. The problem is, I never can do it more than 10 seconds when I got so horny. And since I paid so I could do what I paid for whenever I wanted in the hour. Now I didn't know.

10 secs had passed. And then another 10, and another. I couldn't hold any longer. I kissed on the back of her feet, barely touching her flesh. She didn't do anything. I waited 3 seconds before I looked at her reaction. Nothing, just a relaxing smile. So I playfully licked on the tip of her toe.

"Message only!", she said seriously but then couldn't stop laughing at my silly sex craved look. I seized the moment and sucked her whole big toe in my mouth. She laughed like the first time I did it. She must have not getting it since. Very quickly, I gave an adorning kiss on all of her toes, missing a few inevitably, then leaped forward to her side. I held her waist gently, got closer in slow motion to demand a kiss, but giving her plenty of time to duck.

She held my neck when I was at arm's length. It was a go. So I gave her the most gentle and most passionate kiss that I ever managed. It lasted maybe a minute or maybe 10; I wouldn't know. Then I let go of her lips and said "I love you" with my eyes.

"600 hundred", she said with a wicked smile. Actually, I wasn't at all surprised. I would have done that if I didn't bark on the idea of treating a suburban housewife with a big house as a prostitute. Even if it was a joke but it isn't for a fact.

"seven, my lucky number"

"Deal", she laughed at my bargaining skill.

"ATM now?" That didn't happen before with her but that's the protocol. She leaned forward and gave me an affectionate kiss on the lips.

So I took her hand, pulled her up from the couch. She led me into the bedroom, bold and shy at the same time like a high school kid. Beside the bed, she turned slowly with her head down. I grabbed her really tight, gave her a rough and tough kiss while squeezing her bottom really hard to release my sexual tension in me.

While still kissing her gently, I relaxed and began to undress her with my hands. But she held both of my hands with hers, and pulled away from my lips. With her head down, she said, "I'm older now and I had a kid." I understood what she said. She was insecure of her body, especially after seeing Chanel I. "Wait till she saw Julie naked", I thought.

I held her back gently, gave her a little wet kiss on her lips, and whisper in her ears, "It doesn't matter!". I just needed to get laid, I thought. "Do you want to turn the light off?" Obviously not.

She took a step back and began to take off her clothes nervously as if she was going to disappoint me and turn me off. I was a bit nervously too because I really really wanted her but you never know how bad it could be, if I could still maintain my erection.

After she peeled off the layer on top of her bikini, I could help but exclaimed, "Holy Moly!". She was smoking hot. Hotter than I met her at 19. You know suburban housewife running around the lakes with sports bras and short shorts can be very hot too, just different from girls, like with slightly fuller thighs. Chanel was hot like a stripper. She had a victory smile on her face while I was totally shocked.

"Have you been dancing in the clubs?", I asked with a careful choice of words as my best form of compliment. "Personal trainer", she smiled with satisfaction.

Why? Why on earth everybody got a personal trainer? Should I get one too? She was never big on sex. I believed her that she had nobody in her life. But a personal trainer? Did she watch too much Oprah?

I ripped off her bikini and throw it far far away to the corner of the bedroom so she couldn't get it to cover herself ever. I pushed her hard and send her tumbling onto the bed. I dived onto the bed without hurting her. Then I kissed her everywhere chaotically without rhythm and plan. But whatever I kissed, sucked or licked, in the middle of it, I would go back to stare into her eyes and kiss her. I wanted her so much.

After I had enough like 1st night out of prison, I asked her to do the usuals that the other girls do for me. I didn't tell her but I was comparing how they fare. Then I asked her to do the reverse missionary one more time. She didn't fake noises this time, but made yummy noises all the way, while looking me sweet like a candy. From time to time, when I was staring at her too intensely, she would dive down and kiss me, just like Julie!

The finale had to be my favorite, spooning her hard. I couldn't forget the facial expression I caught her on the mirror once. She was like a kid, unhappy after being denied candy. I wanted to repeat that, fucking her fast and furious while squeezing her breasts hard with both hands. But this time it wasn't about getting my money's worth. I wanted her to feel good, to remember my cock. While I was at it, I rubbed her pussy gently, caressed her breasts and kissed her with her head twisted.

But an idea came to me. I wanted her to come with me. I put her hand on her pussy and whispered in her ear, "Do it for me". She twisted her head and gave me her usual disapproval look, rolling her eyes. But she couldn't fake it for long with my cock deep inside her. My hand were on top of her hand encouraging her to rub her own pussy. Soon she got into the rhythm.

"Ah-owl ... ah-owl ... ah-owl", she was like a talking kitten instead of making sounds as she rubbed herself faster and faster. Finally, she got there with a burst of contractions on my cock. I let myself go and came with her. I held her tight without pulling out - my best form of cuddling. I wasn't going to let her go ever again.

We took a bath, we ate, we talked. Hours and hours went by so fast. I stayed the night with her face on my chest feeling my heartbeat. What a day that was.

What a day it is. So many things happening. So many things to write about. And I manage to do it in a day with minutes to spare!