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. 

Apple

My eyes were on Y for a while. When the time comes I picked up the phone. Before I told the agent my selection, he texted me pictures of a lot of girls available. Apple was near the top and I couldn't forget her when I scrolled down. So I picked her instead.

I met Chanel II at a bad time. I couldn't see her again for a couple of months and I decided not to see her again for the next couple of months until I am sure I can get back into her grace with a plan. Anyway, her face is not a shockingly beautiful as Chanel without the minor plastic enhancement. But she is model material once you met her, even though she advertised as the girl next door. She is young and on top of her game, just like Chanel when she first came out. With so many girls on offer, I favored them because we have the same accent. It's much easier to talk dirty or tell them exactly what to do with less awkwardness.

It was like love at first sight. I couldn't stop smiling because Apple is oozing with youth, just like her picture. From the way she looked at me and the smile, I am pretty sure she wasn't pretending. After the agent introduced us, she grabbed my hand and held it high up, leading me into the bedroom. It was like in a ballroom. She picked her dance partner, rushed to grab me, showed off as if saying, "he's mind!".

She was tinier than I thought; I found out when we hugged. And I was surprised we had the same accent. She is pretty alright, but her picture was taken when she was 18. It wasn't bad at all. She is just 23, the same as Chanel when she left me. She needed a little makeup so she is still oozing with youth, to match her youthful outfit. She is not model material with a bit of mileage showing. But her BMI is my ideal, well proportioned and I loved her fallen angel feel. At 23, she has no hesitation to take off her clothes in bright light standing straight up, and she has no reason to.

I gave her my well-received 003-condom but since she doesn't do BBBJ she put on her own non-lubricated one first. She changed it later though.

We stared at each other, appreciating, while she was riding me. It was like love growing after first sight. Then she got close to my face and kissed me. And again, deeper.

My erection was strong and I could have hanged on forever like that; I told her my brother loved her so much. All good things have to end though. She asked me to get on top and give her a good fuck. (OK, I added the 2nd half.)

Once I was in position, I couldn't help but to DFK her. I didn't pay for GFE and it was never offered or promised. But I just did it without resistance. Indeed, she was very cooperating and it felt like she was encouraging it.

We kissed so much that I felt I lose concentration down there and didn't come for a long time, even though I was swimming like a dolphin on top of her. I took my mouth off hers, pressed my face on her face like dirty dancing, in order to take a breath and to concentrate on my thrust. But then I would miss her kisses and went back vacuuming her. It was my dilemma and I went back and forth many few times. She couldn't sync with my fast switches and gave me the lips when I gave her my face, and vice versa. But there wasn't any problem with kissing on each other's faces and then went mouth to mouth or face to face.

At the end, she asked where I live (she is local), my age (I said many dozens but I could have said I am old enough to adopt her.), and typed her personal number on my phone.  I pressed the wrong button after I went home and lost it. But we will meet again. In case we don't, she wasn't even my initial choice.

Mrs Player did look half her age. But I think I am worse. I was too busy to even cut my hair. My system wasn't functioning 100% and I had no time to fix it. Though my hair remains stylish following the last cut. Now I was a bit like the Beetles. The surprising outcome is that my jet black hair grows longer, covering my salt and pepper. Maybe I should keep long and fluffy hair. I'm not a banker or professional dealing directly with the public. It's a little bit embarrassing like when in high school with my kid, one of those handling flyers say to the other, "he's the father", telling his partner not to treat me as another student. Do I look that old?

They say the Internet would have eliminated dictatorship, but it only made me cry. The last time I cried was at the funeral of my uncle when I was a tiny kid. Our family wasn't close but they lived in an apartment several storeys above us. He is also my first school Principle. He has like 5 kids so we weren't close at all but I felt a personal connection. But mainly it was the funeral music.

OK, maybe I cried more than I remembered because of kid stuff. But I didn't remember I was so sad that I had to cry. Once when I was small I cried because my mother offered a closer sleeping place to her to my little brother at grandma's house. I remembered grandma told me not to cry. It was maybe the last time I saw her alive.

The Internet is trouble when you can stream any music or anything ever existed at any time anywhere. In the golden age of TV, if you missed the last episode of the final season due to exams after following the series for years,  that's that and you have a hole forever in your mind.

Being sentimental, I seldom listen to my favourite old songs. I could have listened to the album for hours while reminiscing what I was doing when the music first came out. That wasn't difficult at all. I was half the globe away from home most of the time without my type of CD's, TV or radio stations.

The Internet is trouble when the hottest idol type singers of my time were dead due to overdose, suicide or cancer. Listening to their songs has different feelings and meanings.

I discovered in a Youtube vintage video that the Bad Guy and the Good Guy actually made up on stage. The GY is a much better singer and he wrote beautiful songs too. But the BG was much more popular and lasted longer. During a BG's concert, he sang a GY's song and praised him night after night until he appeared one night and finished the song together.

Fuck, the song is beautiful but this two hottest idol is about my age if they were not long dead! The GY overdosed probably because people forgot about him and his songs. The BG broke a lot of records for a singer, formally retired, went on to became a movie star and broke more records. He jumped from a hotel window obviously because he didn't save enough of his money and his life was not worth living anymore. I totally understand if he has no kids nor close family members. His fair-weather friends were long gone. Only very rich women wanted to keep him as a trophy, and gay lovers too.

Youtube has a habit of carrying you down the rabbit hole. This time it was a different kind of concert. It was 12 days of retirement concerts for the music godfather, 12 thousand seats each. It was just last year instead of the concerts that I missed decades ago. And he was like 90.

The story goes that godfather started performing in a nightclub many many years ago and went on to own the music scene totally until he retired. Actually, the job lasted about 6 months and then he left for America to study, a feast that no ordinary families can afford. He is the opposite of the King. His pop-country style of music was so dominant that rock and rap remains a tiny fraction. He was in charge of music in the dominant TV station in the golden age of TV. He composed every TV theme song, which sold much more than others. And I am always surprised how many other songs he composed for record labels and movie.

Retirement at 90? I would think somebody used him to make money. Anyway, most of his star singers were long retired. But those who got invitations could not resist or excuse. They returned from all over the world. Whether your career ended well, there's no excuse not to come and honour this man.

The young idols now came as respectable grandmas and grandpas! For those too old to sing or dead, they were replaced by the new generation of idols, who came with a tint of the style of those they replaced, and sang almost like the original song!

No money was spared making everybody so stylish. Some grandmas still have their angelic voice. Some dudes are still so cool as Mike Jagger. Some come as their very middle-aged self with glamorous suits. I don't remember some singers at all. And I remember some who never made it that big, but one of their songs made it.

What can I say? As time goes by ...

And I was wrong. It was never too old to come. The biggest stars have to be over a 100 hundred by now. But they must have been using a big team of movie special effect makeup artists. These stars looked like they are still in their 40's! And they can still sing as they were.

The biggest impact to me are those new idols whose jobs are to perform some classic songs where the original singers were not there for various reasons. Not only that they sang well, if not better, their interpretation was close to the original including their looks, with a modern twist. The contrast is so big for time has passed.

You have to admit you are old when these kids remembered that they were listening to godfather's songs every day for kids' programs and then every evening with the whole family during dinner and after. Now they are so grown up and so gorgeous. So many memories.

A young boy started singing one of the Good Guy's greatest hits. I don't even know godfather composed it. There's no resemblance in the face, hair or outfit, but you can easily imagine the same young boy singing the same song. It was an extremely motivational song, about reaching for the sky. Fuck, he wasn't even my favourite idol. His ending was so sad, so forgettable. My aim was so high. I went through so many ups and downs. I still have so many people and things to take care, to struggle through. The song was so good, so familiar and gave me so much spirit, at the same time I cannot forget that the singer died a forgettable, miserable death. Fuck, I cannot suppress my burst out crying.

I think it was like the singer / composer who went to listen to Vincent. But she wrote a song for that. I just cried.

Being a lot more popular, more than one idol sang the Bad Guy's songs, and they all pick my favourite. Not the hit song he started his fame, though I had fond memories singing with my girlfriend parting at the airport. Not the hit he wrote for his own retirement, a tribute to the song that made him famous. It was the theme song of the first movie of the trilogy he was the lead actor. That movie is legendary. It was about childhood friends who sacrificed themselves heroically shoulder to shoulder for a better tomorrow.

I tried to sing along but my voice cracked and my throat blocked. I was too emotional to carry on.

Although I have few childhood friends or any friends left. It brought back memories. Perhaps it was the memory that I actually missed the legendary movie when I was far far away from home when everybody I know watched. It was the treasured things I missed in my life.

Barbara

Her old man must be so happy when Barbara went home and gave him and her brother the latest iPhone.

But I'm sure he will still be turning in his grave if he knows how Barbara got her money. I'm so sad for him but luckily he wouldn't know.

You can tell Barbara grew up in a struggling family. She didn't have perfect teeth and her hair is in a mess to this day. She didn't go to college, probably none of her siblings do. In a way, she is neglected. She didn't have a boyfriend until 18 because "nobody wants me". I can understand because her face, her hair, and how she carries herself are all not to be proud of.

Her old man must be so proud and happy. Now Barbara comes of age, spread her own wings, survived in LA, and even have spare money for expensive gifts. If he only knows. Am I the only one who carried the world's sorrow from ancient times to present?

But then again Barbara told me to live a little. She had enough growing up and now she is happy. She didn't turn into a swan but her body is like a sex doll. She is experimenting all sorts of kinky things. She has a sugar daddy who wants to be more like her boyfriend. She has regulars for massage and S&M. And in between sugar daddies, she came out to play escort.

I seldom went for that, but her natural tits look great on screen. So I went up to take a look, preparing to quit if she looks awful. To my surprise, she looked like a ragged doll because of her hair. I was relieved that she was my type and couldn't stop myself putting on a great smiled, as I usually do. Not being totally confident of herself, she thinks I may be laughing at her for something, probably her hair. I wasn't. I was totally happy with her, her ragged doll look, great tits, and even her strange behavior of never taking off her ankle socks.

She is not the model type, maybe a little Baywatch. She isn't beautiful. But she is so sweet and did I say that she looks exactly like a clueless schoolgirl? And she is one of the rare younger girls who allow you to record videos. Wow, anything to immortalize yourself digitally will not be expensive!

Well, the total package is expensive and I won't jump into it if it was not her. She won the audition when I met her first time, even though she didn't do much. We didn't even kiss. But her tits are really great, and her waist is really narrow. She has a gorgeous bottom. Not model legs but totally lickable. Her skin is smooth and you can feel the very fine short almost invisible body hair all over.

She delivered everything I asked for and more. I got it all on video. I got horny whenever I took out my phone and watch her in action. So I booked her the next week. I had a plan. She thought I was doing video and she was all prepared, lipsticks and glamorous bikini. But I wasn't. The only reason was that I asked her detailed dress sizes and shoe sizes. Email, calls, PM, text, nothing usually works. I missed several chances and I wasn't letting her slip by.

When I was done, she held my hands and told me a lot of things about herself. She is the 4th working girl I know who is getting a real estate license. I know three of them just before the last bubble. Should I write a paper for the Nobel price or should I make a bet for the next bubble?

At the end, she wiped off her lipsticks on my face and I did the same to her. I got it from her lips and her face got it from my lips.

Usually, I get the whole schoolgirl outfit in a package.  This time they couldn't deliver it on time. So I ordered separately. Other than the skirt, the rest are the real thing, not from sex shops. Often you will be disappointed when the girl put your gift on. It's all your fantasy but it's them who have to fit.

Barbara is amazing in the outfit. I couldn't have been more right. So I did some pervert things on her that I wouldn't do to any other schoolgirl. And got it all on video.

As for her, she just likes the outfit too much and she didn't want to take it off.  My plan was to take it back, do the laundry, and bring it back when I feel the need to. And take more pervert videos. She promised she would bring the outfit back. But it wasn't practical as there are 7 pieces, top, skirt, panties, a pair of socks and a pair of shoes. Anyway, I let her keep it. I can get some more but I can't any better than this outfit. I should be a consultant.

But I also have a plan. I took care to do the laundry first so there isn't any odor left on the new clothes. After she wore them, the only odor will be hers, enough for me to sniff for a while, while watching her videos. It had to be next time.

BTW there is a non-US documentary about pedophile on Amazon or Netflix. I would say it's trying to justify sex with teens with a different name for that. They even show off pretty pretty teens to prove the point. Whatever the motive, I got the message that whatever you find sexy stays with you. And that I agree. 

PIcked up by a woman

When I was changing diapers, I told myself, "there go my next 18 years of life". I didn't see how I find a way out to become a happy single man again, but in m silly mind I had hope when my babies all have grown up on their own, I may have my life back again.

That was not silly at all. Finally, I gave up my classic car, the only remaining symbol of the part of my life that was long gone. My main commute has a much smaller gas tank, and the refill warning was much too tame compared to the seat belt warning. I ran out of gas in a drive-by area. I was so lucky I drove off the freeway just in time to park the car off the road.

There was a gas station there according to Google Map but it was long gone. So I walked 20 min, brought the last 2 gal gas tank, finally filled it after rejection by the pump because they have no chip reader. Actually, few gas stations have chip readers. So you can imagine how the credit card fault detection unit treat the area.

Then I marched back along the traffic, hoping someone with a rotten pickup truck will pick me up; I was so obvious. But then again I wouldn't pick up a stranger no matter what. There is the roadside assistance for that if he can wait.

Then I noticed that a huge SUV/VAN was coming up the driveway and the woman was watching me. She was about the age of Chris Jenner but without the sex appeal. Of all people, she stopped and offered me a ride. She was even prepared to drive to the gas station to fill my tank. But I already have done that. I was on my way back to my car.

I think she thought that I was local, waked up one evening and found that the leaking truck was out of gas. Then I picked up a plastic tank and walked to the gas station to get some. Being a drive-by area, there were huge mansions and junkyards. Such as lovely place.

The ride lasted a minute or two, for I was almost there without knowing it. I asked her to drop me off right there but she parked properly and spotted my car for me. I sincerely thanked her and went our separate ways.

Seriously, would you pick me up? I don't think she wanted to have sex with me but the sex appeal cannot be denied, lol. I don't think she's trying to help fellow senior citizens; she was treating me like a young man, who is probably the around the same age as her.

The other day, on a dark desert highway, I had a little time left and stopped by to have a quickie to ease my frustration. Nowadays there is a fake picture epidemic. The Russians do it. The Chinese, Koreans do it. Everybody is doing it. We are back to square one despite the internet. I asked for girl A before, when the agent gave me girl B. This time I asked for girl B but was surprised to find girl C . C was nothing like B, who is more delicate. I told C I was looking for another girl and began to turn back to the door. It was then I noticed that C's face is decently put together. She should be considered pretty with little makeup on. She isn't model material but looks great in a bikini. Honestly, I don't mind little thicker legs and bigger butts.

I was so glad I stayed. In no time we were like starting an affair having sex the first time. She wasn't some MILF, but only in her twenties tops. I was vacuuming her and pounding her as soon as we undressed. I swear I worked hard a long time before I came. But she wouldn't let me go. With strong arms around my waist, she fucked me in the missionary position when I was on top doing nothing. I was still hard for a little while after I came. But when I became soft, she stopped fucking me and her whole body language said, "frustration". She wasn't hiding any frustration, like a kid who dropped her lollipop. She even asked me to go again. Even though I couldn't, she still complimented my size. This was our moment, our past, and we have no future. We both know that she was on a short visit. That didn't stop me from asking her name and she gave me one.

And some years back I took my kid to school with 3 teachers fighting for me - one cute headmaster, one teacher helper and one very young substitute teacher, who was most aggressive. The last time I saw her she was holding my kid's hand alone in the parking lot waiting for me. I can only guess they don't want to work their ass off there, but instead want to turn into suburban housewives like most women around them.

And then there was the very stylish Target manager. She was a bit subtle. But honestly, in the slow evenings, I saw her walking around the checkouts enough times that I figured out she was the manager without any other clues? The supermarket manager is less subtle. She tried to chat me up from time to time. Well, she is a bit supermarket but I am not picky.

The moral of the story is, have kids in your 20's, and when they can stand firmly on their own, you still can have a great single life, or a super-secret life like me, lol.

Moved, but not convinced

Finally, the documentary about trafficking in the US was made and released in 2017. On this net neutrality day, I would like to comment; I doubt if I would bother anymore if nobody will be paying to come across my opinion in a thousand years.

There are two brave victims coming forward. I can only comment on one of them; the type of girls I could have met in my turf.

I am totally moved by her experience. I understand why so many State Attorney Generals want to close down Backpages. Now I'm for it. It was closed earlier in the year with fanfare. I did know the CEO was arrested. I think lawsuits are still going on.

Previously, I wasn't against closing down BP but I doubt about the effect. What's the point when they shut down Craigslist, people move to BP? Girls who advertise on BP are seen as inferior in my turf. More like desperate. Red Book was shut down because people were involved in offline activities. But if you close down BP, is the whole internet escort business at risk? That I have to defend.

I recall I might have read about the victim before. She was like kidnapped at random and then sold for sex on BP long term. At the time I think this is the exception and there's little to do with selling sex on the internet. It is the random act of kidnapping an all-American girl that would outrage any Americans, making US into a 3rd world country. Be it for sex or anything else. LE will solve it the best they can. And they did. But it was the parents who kept searching online and recognized her ad.

I still think this case is the exception than the rule. But the authorities and the media failed me. Why would they try to convince people that there is a large-scale trafficking going on? The facts don't justify the numbers. The results of raids also justify my thinking. When LE managed to catch dozens of people, most likely they couldn't find any trafficking victims. And when they claim they have one or two, they fail to provide details.

Instead, they should concentrate on the victims. One is too many. The documentary did a good job, other than the routine claim on the scale of the problem. There is also the story of a flight attendant who rescued a trafficking victim. So you might ask if she is the brightest FA in the land or trafficking by air is so rare?

Often criminals are so stupid that they plot their own inevitable demise. Even in 3rd world countries, there are so many ways to get girls working there's no reason for outright kidnapping. Even criminals have their code of conducts.

The criminals who kidnapped the victim should have thought that family and friends and supporters of the victim will search for her until the world ends and that every LE will go after them with or without daughters of their own. Even worst for the criminals, every state AG went after the big money too ending in the collapse of an empire. Now, who will be punished severely by all the pimps on BP who lost big money?

Maybe the CEO was thinking like me too. One exception doesn't justify shutting down the whole business, "helping" so many people. It doesn't matter for me though. I don't use it.

Without BP, it will be harder to make big money and there is less motive to become traffickers. I'm all for it. But then will the die hard traffickers hide the victims down the 18th level of hell?

Now CityVibe has been trying to copy Craiglist and now is pretty much like BP. What's the difference in principle? What can CV do if people move their ad to CV? CV even tried to start it's own review site. It was closed and rumors have it that they were warned by LE that would be crossing the line by playing both sides.

Reviews are actually a good thing. You cannot move around without trace when you depend on words of mouths. People don't just want a piece of prime cut meat. You all know about GFE. The private emails I receive for comments were amazing. "Is she passionate?"  WTF!? I don't know you and I don't know how you look and how you smell. You may be lucky if she even agrees to kiss you.

BTW, this may be a better way for reviews. I don't use TER anymore. You can't get the whole truth for public comments. It's better than nothing but I get bored about the person before I met her. The other site basically allows you to make a positive reference, and negative too. For details, you are encouraged to talk privately. Those who refuse to talk are very suspicious one way or the other. The site gets money by charging for the PM's and of course, the classifieds.

I noticed recently that CV is deleting the amounts from the advertisements. It is a big inconvenience because you know that the pictures are fake when they charge for $180 an hour. And before that previously popular words like GFE was all missing.

Bucket List

It may not be good because I have none. My little celebration on an average day may be on other's bucket list. That is when I have money to spare.

I spent trunks of my life being local around the globe. I've been to exotic places in people's dreams but I have no desire to return. It was overrated. I have a habit of roaming the world with my heart detached. If you want to go somewhere for the honeymoon, saved up years for somewhere, that's where your heart is. Without that, it would be more awesome to spend quality time with your kids.

I've also been to the Islands several times. I didn't look forward to it except the first time many years ago. And I have seen worse. A lone man checked in right before us. Apparently, he has nothing much to do for his vacations. He checked in the same hotel every time, alone.

What always gets me is the kids of Make a Wish Foundation. Little people have little desires. They may be happy going to Hawaii or Disney when they would be missing so many things average people take for granted.

Maybe I would be more like the woman in Five-O. Found some soul mate to accompany her on the last leg of her journey and got married. Visited friends and family. Guest appearance in her old friend's club when she could have started the career of a singer. A speed ride on a police car with sirens on.

Yes, I do wish and expect to have grandkids. But that would be one step at a time. After spending time with my kids, my dad told me the next step would be seeing the little boy carrying his backpack into kindergarten. He never made it. But I'm sure he had few regrets. His life story is rich and colorful and he went through it successfully with flying colors.

The one people I admire is David Bowie. Yes, he is very successful and he changed the world. I don't care much about that because I'm not his big fan. I wish I could be like him, prepared well for the eventual mortality. All his loved ones are well-taken care of. He had time to reflect on his mortality and made an album for it.

Hopefully, I'm far from preparing for the end of my journey. But being idle than I used to be got me thinking about things. I always told myself I have few regrets and I'm ready to leave anytime. An eternal rest will be fine for me. But with more thoughts into it, it would be hard to say goodbye. It's OK if there's afterlife too. I could meet my dad and my dog. That's why religion is so attractive. I don't care much about heaven and hell because like puppies in a house full of dog food, I don't have to be mean and struggling. I have few enemies if any. My mistakes are childish and self-inflicting.

The reason for being idle is that, what's the point of fucking other women when you found a model material? I've memories of a few, but two belongs to the type who would suck and wouldn't let go if you let them. The 1st time I was shocked. So I went to see her again in days. After I satisfied all my desires within her limits, I would like to see her again but there's always tomorrow. Then she was gone. The next time I saw her I was out of it. Her face didn't match her perfect body.

The recent model material is less perfect but more natural. Again I was shocked into seeing her again in a week. I bathed her and kissed (actually with tongue more like licking) her everywhere I wanted. I had to say it again, her legs are awesome. Why would I see anybody again? She didn't charge that much more. If she charged anymore she would be waiting for calls most of the time instead of working full time. That's player's economics 101.

But why I don't see her more often? What else is there to achieve? If I'm horny she is the best choice. I usually got horny when I think about sex and watch pretty pictures of the classified kind. But there's no point because she beat them all. If I repeat I could wait when I have a better schedule or I have more money to spare. She isn't the type that will get into more personal relationships like Chanel. She is your girlfriend, but not after the hour.

But then Chanel is not at all easy. I had time and money and got her personal number at the end after an on and off relationship. I'm not currently in the position to win her over. Even if I am, I might be trying those sugar baby websites. I just like adventures.

And there are always many other ways to have fun. Like my private video star. I could zoom in where I'm licking kissing. I asked for takes after takes when I wasn't satisfied with my DFK performance. And then there were the little friends with tits that I couldn't let go of, whether it is my fingers or lips. And then there's the fuller body model material that I could bang her bending down. I watched every minute of it at the mirror in a perfect alignment with the dresser she was bending down on. In the end, I made so many noises like in a tug of war.

Kono

CBS, I'm not renewing your All Acess without advertisement for the new season. After all, I subscribed to you because after binge watching 6 seasons of Hawaii 5O on Netflix, I decided to follow the 7th season directly on CBS. If I waited, I would have started season 7th now.

Now that Kono is gone,  it's not the same anymore. I don't have a crush on her but she's the most pleasing to the eyes of all the regular cast. Being able to wear a bikini helps. Watching her growing through her prime years made her family. And I am not watching anymore out of respect.

I watch the first few episodes of 5O live, maybe just two. Then I forgot all about it. I cut TV and movies. I remembered she was so fresh and young. I remembered her smile and of course bikini. But I doubt if a cast like this can survive the 1st season. Her chests are small and her face is asymmetric Maybe enough Americans have good taste.

After I binge watched Burn Notice and then some, I remembered five-o. I was so surprised that the series was thriving, and was still going strong. You know, it's not exciting to binge watch series with one or two seasons, just to watch them going down.

Damn it, if I only knew. I went to the islands 4 times but I never went to Oahu. 3 of the times it was the season break and I could have visited the set. Whenever I picked the islands, I asked myself, "why would I go to Oahu? To visit Pearl Harbor?" So I never went there. But Pearl Harbor memorial stares at me whenever I watch.

Looking back, the first season began to look like a low budget production as time went on. But then things began to look better and better. They wrote their own music, big guest stars, expensive sport car sponsors. It's a long way from Burn Notice where they drove small Hyundais. I suppose they have other big sponsors like the local hotel chains.

I think the director has a crush on her, and he like small chests. All of the females do not have big chests. Kono always got hits left and right, from the super rich villains to the ordinary geeks.

I can safely say Kono made history as a cop in a bikini on a surfboard pursued a female criminal in a bikini also on a surfboard. And the chase resulted in an arrest on the waves.

She also defeated a guided bullet intended for McGuyer, by blocking its path with her bulletproof vest.

She held her big guns well and her fight scenes were all OK. If you want to see how bad it can be, see the director of CIA in McGuyer in season 1. She was fired before the end of the season.

Not only is she a sharpshooter, she is a fast shooter too. Coming out of a bag, she shot about 6 guys with guns surrounding her before they can fire a single round.

She was obviously on and off in season 5. Maybe she was negotiating her salary or she was pregnant. She would appear for a short while in some indoor scenes far from Hawaii. I was so happy that she came back full time. But then not for long.

A hui hou, my darling.

The kisser

After I discovered the model, there are few reasons not to see her again and again. But it just needs the 2nd visit to satisfy my leg fetish for the time being.

Since I can't get away for the whole hour easily, that's a good excuse. I even solicited a few girls to do a very early morning session but all failed.

Incidentally, the model was off that weekend so I asked for recommendations from the agency. It was a total disappointment and the pictures were so blurred that you cannot argue that they are fake. She is all natural with a teen slim figure, though her face looks 30. Her body, with nice skin, wasn't bad at all but nothing stand out compared to the model. In addition, she wasn't beautiful nor cute.

Very soon she grew on me. Her body not only looks alright but nice to touch. She is, I would say, well groomed, so every part of her is appetizing. Somehow she must have known her popularity as compared to the model; she was very humble and eager to compensate with her actions.

She would go up and down the bed to find better positions to please me. But then I suspect that she was using delay tactics to avoid early penetration when she wasn't ready. Indeed, she seemed to be afraid of my cock.

Mrs Player seems to have a hunch that I was preparing for the next day. Maybe a few more seconds of brushing or the mouth rinsing. It was the occasion, once in a blue moon, that she kicked me and demanded for sex. If I turned her down it would be big trouble. Unlike Chanel, I have not a lot of incentive to turn her down. After all, if I were not horny enough, I wouldn't have book another woman to release my frustrations.

So, the next morning, my cock was erect and invincible, no matter how she tried to tame it. Running out of things to do, she brought out a condom and rode on me, so I couldn't move much and do damage. She was right to fear because I felt tight inside her. Once she warmed up, I did a lot of things, harder and harder until I came again! Not a bad date when you were short of time.

Because the agency disappointed me, so I went for another one going by my instinctive reaction to the pictures. I was so desperate that I emailed a scan of my driver license for screening purposes. Of course, crucial information other than my real name is redacted so that my ID cannot be stolen if some hackers got the data.

Before that, an agency rejected me based on my recent inactivity. I wasn't that inactive but that agency doesn't play like others. That's why this time I agreed to be screened so I could book at the last minute in an awkward time in the morning.

This date was even more disappointing after the trouble I went through. Everything is average despite her pictures, which is obviously fake. But if you believe that some pictures and some reviews are too good to be true, your chance of hitting the VIP model will be slim.

She wasn't pretty, not ugly, but good at some angles. She wasn't tall, nor short with a little plumb, as compared to model thin. She breasts are all natural with decent shape and size, but just not appetizing to my taste.

She wasn't even friendly to start with, probably sensing that I wasn't that pleased with her. But things just started to coming together when I tried to kiss her. She was rather responsive and soon I was kissing her non-stop. I did pause from time to time to see if I was over doing it. She didn't mind at all, or so it seemed.

There wasn't much to do after the VIP model. This one doesn't have the legs to look at, her breast, pussy, and ass aren't that outstanding. So I kissed her more. And I gave up some of my favorite positions to spend more time right on top of her. Kissing and fucking are more than the sum of parts. Time and time again, I met girls who weren't that receptive to kisses but turned their lips to mine to be kissed, sucked and tongued, while I was fucking them senseless.

On my way out, I thought that was the end of it, our relationship, until she opened the door a little bit, turned to me, lowered herself a little backward, tightened her lips a little, asking for a kiss. Did she have enough already? I hesitated a tiny bit because I was surprised. She wasn't asking for a peck on the face or a dry kiss. It had to be a wet kiss. And so I obliged cheerfully.

That did the trick. Against all the other temptations, I found the time and saw her the next week.

College tour

Imagine it was time taking Rebecca Moody to pick her colleges! It was a drill so the place was familiar and the diversity was so much that I thought it was safe.

Unfortunately, two naive schoolgirls decided to tour on the same date. They are the reasons that I tried to stay away from schools. They really stood above the crowd, at least 5'8, natural long straight blonde hair, young and pretty. They were in modest tops that I didn't have any recollection. And so were their shoes. Even if they were in slippers with beautiful toes, I couldn't have noticed.

They were in the standard CA hot pants, tight fit, short jeans. I couldn't notice anything else but their bare legs, light caramel tan, fat-free, far from having an eating disorder, the perfect BMI that I desire. The type of high school cheerleader that I am afraid of, the opposite of NFL types. You can say they are slim, small blondes, but tall Barbie dolls are just right.

They are not the loud type but like to walk quietly in front of the crowd. So, all I could remember was their two pair of legs, every step on their way. Even though their legs looked long forever, and they looked so tall, I realized that I was taller. I understood how smaller girls often told me that I looked so tall. And I could imagine walking shoulder to shoulder with them.

Before that, I have been trying to book that type. One is in her 20's with the right kind of hair, legs, and tits, but we have yet to meet because she can't do it in the early morning even with pre-booking. I told her that I was running out of excuses to see her in the day. I would reserve that for the sure thing, likely for a video shoot. Maybe she charged too much, too old with fake pictures, she wasn't around that much.

There are other blonde dolls, but they are tiny, which isn't a bad thing at all. But they are rather elusive, like turning up a bit and left.

Crossing Lines

I wondered how many Americans would want to watch the FBI version of the EU? I was right, not that much. A big American network was involved but they hardly screened it if any. It wasn't doing well in the participating EU countries either.

As for me, some of the European cast is cooler than the FBIs. The locations are pluses. In the US there are only cities and small towns. They also travel in style. Yes, the FBI also have their planes for travel, but the ICC team also has copters to go across countries.

Donald Sutherland is good but him running around like 007 is too much. The cast seemed to be unstable throughout the seasons. Some characters were killed before they were developed. It's not surprising that it was ended at the 2nd season. Netflix could have made it great starting from the 3rd. They tried but didn't get anywhere. The story line is a lot more interisting to me than many of the Netflix originals.

Critics critized that the ICC unit was fake. But it was a fiction! Are any FBI drama based on real stories?

Sadly, what was left is a Facebook page where the cast was promoting it hoping for another season as a Netflix original.

The worst compulsive watching TV series

Of course, it is "How to get away with murder" or something like that. I regret clicking on it and watched the 1st episode. It was so different and so compulsive to watch. The story line is a bit tedious if you only watch it once a week. For binge watching, you can always get as far into the story as you want. But I was wrong.

The story got old quickly. But they always bring up something totally unexpected so you know you are not getting any nearer to the end of the story in that episode. But that's not the problem. Either the writers have an ideology to promote or they just want to torture people because they can.

The gay couple is lovely but not the gay sex. Why would I want to watch gay sex when I'm 120% straight? Why can't they bring a Lesbian couple? Are you torturing me?

The lead lawyer is supposed to be the Venus, every man and woman want to be in love with her. But she is totally out of shape, old and ugly when the wigs and makeup were taken off on screen. Did they deliberately want to torture people? Did they want to find out how much they can get away with? No women wanted the job?

Appearance isn't the problem. I have to watch the Lesbian sex and when I have to turn my eyes on the black guy's gorgeous abs instead of her body and face.

Just when you don't think that the story cannot be any longer, they manage to have at least another season. Too bad, I'm not interested in the ending when I have to watch so many torturous sex scene.

Leverage

I missed this little gem a few times because the introduction to the series didn't spike my interest. It looked like a white collar special crime unit taking on big corporations. It didn't seem realistic, which is one of my requirements.

I didn't remember how I rediscovered it. Maybe I clicked on it and soon found out that it was a team of cons. It satisfied a few of my binge watch requirements. It was the McGayer of cons, like Burn Notice as the McGayer of spies. I don't know if the writers consulted masterminds but I was willing to be conned into the series.

I think the producers made sure that every character is lovable and easy on the eyes.  And the actors delivered, including the thief. It was such an easy to watch time filler or waster.

I would think the Mastermind and the Grifter were veteran actors. The Hacker is doing it just right. And who wouldn't want a Muscle in their team who can knock anybody out in seconds? And he is a womanizer who can charm every woman that you don't dream of? The Thief may be a difficult character but soon anybody else will try to work with her on her feelings or lack of it.

After 5 seasons on a lesser network, it's respectable to retire. Any more will be too tedious. The formula without annoying long term threads serve them well but there can only be so many variations you can do on the cons.

I didn't see the end coming. Usually, there are hints when the season comes to an end. The formula in the last episode didn't change a bit until I saw the team dying. It was a happy ending after all. But I feel that the ending was a bit rush. The formula con had to be the main thing and the ending added little to it.

Spoiler alert. It was just another episode except for a minute that the Mastermind proposed to the Grifter all of a sudden and they rode into the sunset, leaving the rest of the team to carry on the torch.

The writers did leave something memorable - a secret black book that documents all the guilty parties in the financial crisis of 2008, when the series started. And it was the heist of all times.

Got hit again

At the supermarket checkout, I noticed a middle-aged woman in a skin-tight outfit. It was 3-quarter pants and 3-quarter sleeves where you hardly notice when the sleeve ends and the skin starts. I carefully observed that her line was the shortest before I joined her.

I moved around too much and I'm automatically sensitive to these things. The local population is quite cosmopolitan and I'm often being noticed in a good way. But the problem is when somebody recently relocated here from nowhere. It was coincident that I followed her out of the checkout and into the customer service area. She was a young wife wearing something comfortable but you couldn't say tight, short or revealing. She was just uncomfortable when I was standing behind her in the line. If it wouldn't look more awkward I would have stood a few more feet behind her. It was difficult to show that you are uncomfortable with the man standing behind you but she did. Finally, when I got to the counter the agent reduced my pain by joking that the color of my stuff that required special internet order was worth the wait. I proudly showed off my internet order leaving the store.

She was probably in her 40's with little makeup on, probably coming straight from the yoga / slimming joint a few doors away. But her body is really something considering her age. Of course, the tightness help but her butt and breasts looked so good. Not only that, you know 3-quarter anything was so hard to wear when you don't have a model body.  She doesn't but she looks good on it. I would hit it given the chance.

Maybe she noticed that I looked impatient checking the line length of the other checkouts constantly. I just didn't want to check out her butt all the time. She noticed that a new checkout was opened and told me helpfully. Why would she notice anything about me at her back? Why would she bother?

Maybe it was my colorless gray sagging pants. It was a nightmare to keep it on my waist all the time but it was worth it for my legs looking great. Maybe it was my well worn blue T-shirt that needed the whole factory to stitch the very few visible seams. Of course, my sagging breasts and beer belly weren't visible in any way. Maybe it was my voluminous long stylish hair that many alpha males cut themselves. I think my little salt and pepper looks good but maybe it was my Clark Kent glasses that made me look like a college freshman or single father getting lost in the supermarket.

She cared enough to start a conversation but I was never good at it. More, if I had an hour to spare I would have booked something. You know what I mean!

I took each fire alarm down, in turn, to listen to the one that gave out the low battery scream. I could have replaced the old 9V battery but then I found out that the alarm was 10 years old. So it was made about the time when I went to Argentine. I only remembered that they were cheaper single sensor types because I was saving money for the non-critical areas; I have different types of alarms.

For about the same money I ordered two new ones with dual sensors that use rechargeable AA batteries. Fire alarms are supposed to be replaced every 10 years. I could try those with 10-year batteries but I don't trust them much. Maybe next time. Looking forward to the next 10.

Where are they now?

Over the years I have some acquaintances in the blogging community. I stopped checking on them years ago partly because I don't want to find out that more blogs becoming graveyards. Partly because Facebook killed RSS and to some extend blogging.

For the same reason, I deleted my blog roll many years ago; it would be counterproductive if it contained lots of deserted blogs. And since Google killed Reader, I didn't have the records to visit my dear old acquaintances. But I still have a list in Blogger that contains blogs in Blogger only.

It's not surprising that many bloggers had stopped. I myself could have stopped many times and still may stop all of a sudden. The most active blogger seems to be blogging her totally new live for as long as I can remember. It's hard warming to see that some book authors are still blogging.

In this business, the opposite sex always tries to take advantage of each other. This is a very individual game so it's hard to agree how to best play it and form fan clubs. It's not easy to "friend" each other and follow each other closely. That's why I still like this Blogger format.

This is my own private corner of the Internet. In five years you may wonder what happened to this guy and you can come back to visit. You may catch up on my new adventures or it might become as dead as my own shrine until Google decides to kill old blogs.

There's no easy way to follow me. Google Reader replacements are either too simple or too complicated or too expensive (not free). So I linked this blog with Google+ to make it possible to follow. But we have to use Google+. RSS is about cooperation but FB got powerful enough to kill it. Google agrees that RSS is dead and didn't even fight. I wonder does AdWord makes any money at all?

Instead of wondering where are you guys now I will tell you where have I been. The publishing of the Argentina trip was supposed to be the start of my memoir. Should I say it was time to hang up the condoms? I remember very well that I got Emma's call in the first few days checking on me. It happened that I was on a compatible network but I didn't pay for international roaming. I could see her number but couldn't answer.

Before that I wrote a lot of things all over;  they are of course as "popular" as this blog :-( For a memoir I wanted people to read so I took some effort on the readability and the topics. If you find that unreadable and uninteresting, you can imagine what my other writings were. Even when I wasn't doing it, I still enjoying writing about it.

Over time, it's less about keeping friends and readers but more about myself and my past relationships, particularly Chanel. You need inspiration and motivation to keep writing. Incidentally, I was invited to write a textbook very early on in my career. The typesetting tech wasn't there yet and it would be a nightmare. More important, I have to keep my Professor for the heavy grammar editing I needed and hence his whole group will all be authors in my book. I could do it all by myself but it would take years and I had no clue how those publishers work. At the time I was worrying where my next meal comes from and how to get a real paycheck.

I regretted turning it down by not replying. It's so much worthwhile if only to put it on the bookshelf to remind Mrs Player that I'm not a fake and I'm a big deal to somebody.

Of course, if money and time allow and when the opportunity arises I will do it all over in a heartbeat. That's what I did and always enjoy writing all about it. And since my old readers and new readers will be few and far between, I naturally let my guards down and revealed more of my individuality. I apologize for your lost inside my own soul searching.

Looking back

You just can't avoid looking back when you always tell yourself to move on. Every year there is the dreaded tax return. You just can't forget about the good years especially the bad years. Worse, with software expert systems, your list of returns aren't hidden somewhere at the corner of the garage.  Hitting the wrong button and the list are right in front of you.

Sometimes it's the number that hit you, for example, 1999. Other times, it's the pattern. For several years in a row, the returns were well engineered online mostly with hefty refunds. Other times, they were done on the PC because the online servers were long closed for the tax year. Because two or more years of returns may be done at the same time, it's not easy to switch back to the online version even though the latest tax year was current.

I was in a good mood today because, for the 1st time in several years, all my tax return were current, including the payments. I'm also in a mixed mood because I'm not so sure about my prior tax years.

Anyway, let's look back at something interesting. Now it's much easier to find your dream girl than a decade ago. They are also more affordable because of competition. I would say the price is the same; you wish it were true for real estates.

Now that I am not prepared to keep regulars I ventured to see the hot VIP model I failed to book several times. But I am more interested to see cute teeny girls like Chanel II torturing themselves riding on me. And when they think it's over, I carried on the torture on top or at their back.

Everything I saw and heard about Vipe is true, and better. At 5'10 barefoot, she is a model material with properly enhanced boobs and possibly bottom. A slender figure with nice limbs and long legs. She is pretty without much makeup. The better part is that at first glance she looks more like a cute teen than a full blown model.

If she sounds perfect, she is. I can think of few girls with such a perfect body but they are not as pretty or not as cute. I can't recall anybody with those pair of long legs. But even if I can remember, I bet no one has her perfect butt, waist and legs combination.

What she does is amazing. She would take off her heels to start a lap dance. With my limited strip club experience, she is one of those strippers who would cause a riot when she comes out of stage for the 1st time. That lap dance alone worth her VIP price.

She satisfied my leg fetish wet in the shower and then dry on the bed. The same went for my butt, feet and toes fetish. She has a habit of sucking my index finger so I returned the favor and then some.

She kisses and with tongue but there wasn't any earth moving. Sometimes it happened for the 1st DFK. More often it is the 2nd. Other times it never happened unless you went all the way for number 43.

She is very generous with her blowjob. I wasn't prepared much and I felt vulnerable. I had to stop her until I knew she knew how to handle the sensitive me.

Since I first saw her, I was aiming for a one-legged bend over finish but I couldn't find anything of suitable height in her room. Maybe next time I'll ask her out in the living room.

Aluminum Anniversary

Looking back at my blog, I published the down under journey to Argentina in the summer of 2007! Since then, I haven't one day without hits from that Gawker story, even now that the site is dead as a gravestone.

It's not yet summer but I it was summer when I was in Buenos Aires. It was December 2006. So, with some compromises on each end, I declare that the Aluminum Anniversary is upon us.

What inspired me is Buffy's Anniversary. I don't share much with her but she must be having a great time on hers, looking backward and forward, but mostly backward. I do have a little story about us, The Player vs Buffy, but it would be for another day.

I'm happy to say I'm still fully functional in 2017, lol. Just the last weekend, after I dropped off my kids for their extracurricular activities, I had a little extracurricular thing for myself. Before picking them up, I went to see a hot model for the 3rd time. But she was fully prebooked.

Surprisingly, my 3rd choice turned out to be schoolgirl material that I wasn't looking for. She is all natural, thin with delicate curves that I liked. But her lack of makeover on her face made her look a lot older than her body at over 30 years old.

Very likely I was her first of the day. She proceeded very carefully after she saw my full erection. At first she was showing off her oral skills. Then she must be enjoying it very much. Later, she must be trying to get me to the edge so as to lighten the workload on her pussy. But after a while, I had the feeling that I was invincible. I let her mouth loose to do whatever she wanted when I remained tough like a steel rod, enjoying every moment of it.

She could have sucked me for the whole hour but realistically she had to let me in. Very carefully, she got on the saddle like a cowgirl. She was warming up slowly and gradually. Then she rode faster and harder. But I wasn't worried. I arched my back a bit so my steel rod was fully inside her.

Once she was warmed up the anxiety on her face evaporated. I could do pretty much any position I wanted. Maybe it was tough after all when you have to be repeated stabbed by a steel rod. We somehow ended up in a reverse missionary. It couldn't be my idea. In addition, she was starting to charge like me when I was on top. I knew time was about up.  Usually, she could finish me this way but not that day. I got back on top that did the job.

It could have been an explosive finish but I ran out of ammunition. After I pre-booked, I must have been cleaned up myself thoroughly and I was oozing with sexuality. The next morning when I put my hands near Mrs. Player's sensitive areas, she didn't resist at all. It was once a blue moon phenomenon so I proceeded to take off all her clothes and fucked her good.

I did think of being silly to have sex with her before the session with an escort. But I took the risk that the 1st round would help the 2nd round. It did beautifully but my cock itself should deserve most of the credit. With Chanel it's different. I would have avoided any sex for the week if I booked her. But usually it was Mrs. Player who wanted sex and it would be very suspicious and disastrous to turn her down.

Things to Do in Buenos Aires Without Your Wife

This is the article in Gawker that made me famous, relatively speaking, now reproduced in its entirety. RIP.

The Player vs the Biker

While we were walking into the motel room, a biker caught up with us and demanded, "I want to have a threesome."

Now you can imagine how hot my girls are. Do you remember the time when I brought the 19-year-old Rapunzel with ass length straight blond hair into a roadside convenient store buying condoms and asking for the direction to the nearest motel? The teen boy storekeeper looked at me like I was a god. This girl was her friend. Instead of Disney hot, she was biker hot.

She had a teen skinny body and she could paint herself into a Princess with the box she carried. I didn't like her much because she always pretended to be low mileage high maintenance when I knew she was the opposite. But she was a good fuck. I got wild when I got her tiny teen body under me missionarily, pumping her pussy and sucking her mouth non-stop. When I took my breath she asked, "Are you done yet?"

The phrase could destroy any erection but I'm the Player. What do you expect? I got even wilder and we mated like a pair of dolphins. I was on top and didn't need any help. She could be hiding her pleasure when she turned her face away, refusing to let me suck her. But I wasn't offended and praised, "You are sooo tiny!". She made me feel like I didn't pay her enough for what I did or the pleasure I had. With her, I always felt I was the mark. If I ever got hooked on her she would cost me dearly one way or the other.

I always wanted her to be Princess Nasty. She got the body and the face. If only she could blow me bare, unload completely in her mouth, spit out or swallow. That would be priceless at the time.

Being the Player, I calmly gave the biker a firm no immediately, even though he looked the part with all the right gears; even though I might have seen his bike outside of their room ten yards away. Yes, it is "they"; he was not alone.

The biker turned his attention to my girl, thinking that she might be street wiser. But the answer was the same. She treated him as if he's a nuisance and crazy and shut the door undramatically. I never thought about it ever since the door was closed until I binge watched the Son of Anarchy.

The motel did have a little inland California feel because many girls hanged out a bit away from the coast when they are not working; the rent is cheaper.

Honestly, the biker wasn't threatening. He was more fat rather than big. He seemed to be more like begging than demanding. And he knew he sounded crazy when he asked. Above all, I didn't know anything about the biker culture. Only until a couple of years ago, I don't know that they are capable of a shooting war between over a hundred people.

I could tell by his face he was sex craved, needing to jerk off immediately like any men. I am sure I would look the same when the right porn moment hit me. His stimulation would be my hot girl walking into the motel room with me, obviously going to have sex the moment when the door close, in a hot desert afternoon. That was why he looked silly instead of threatening.

I was drawn to the series but I am not planning to watch more than a season or two. It would be different if I live in a more rural area closer to the settings.

I was impressed when the doctor came back to her hometown to hide from her stalker, only to be protected by the biker and his arch enemy the deputy sheriff. They all went to the same high school. The gangster mom held fundraising events for the school, just like for any other school in the land, long after her kids left.

And when the undertaker agreed to help to supply two dead bodies, instead of money he wanted the girl he had a crush on since high school. And the biker delivered.

I went to the neighborhood school for a brief time, about a year for elementary school. It was similar to schools with just a number, or just the street name. But actually, I was quite happy there. The good students knew that I was transferred from an expensive private school. Having a business over there, others might know that my dad had to handle the underworld and survived.

It was totally different for high school. Students were from all over so there was no local attachment anywhere outside the school. All the memories left of the place were that of looking for affordable restaurants with least terrible lunches.

I was treated like royalty in elementary school without knowing it. The gangs would leave me alone. When I wanted to play wrestling at recess, they would let me jump the line, roughing me up enough but not hurting me at all even though I was a lot smaller than the other guy.

Even though everybody lived nearby, there was zero chance of meeting others outside school because of the population density. But since I lived there long after elementary school, I remembered I saw a guy who must have been initiated into a gang, selling snacks on the street. He didn't remember me or he pretended not to. I saw a girl selling vegetables in the local farmers' market. She must have remembered me because she went to hide and sent somebody to take her place. I pretended not to have spotted her to save her the embarrassment. I could imagine that over the years, many old classmates would have seen me, remembered me but wouldn't bother to greet me as I must have gone on to do great things while they barely hung on.

I might do the same if I spotted my old high school friends that were successful. But then we knew each other for at least half a decade and that we had a happy childhood. Indeed I met a friend on the underground. He just returned after university from abroad and got a high paying finance job. We were never close but I was still having his books at home that he asked me to sell before he left!

The fact was, we didn't have anything to say! I am always a man of few words. We didn't do much together. I was down but not out while he must be having his great moments. He was always the underdog in high school but now he turned the table. I didn't think he was rude to me nor he was trying to ignore me. I was always humble and nice to everybody and popular. I thought he was used to old "friends" trying to reconnect with him now that he was successful. And that he found no use for them anymore and ignored them for a change. I would think I was different; we just have nothing to say and he had a lot in his mind.

Indeed, all of the high school was supposed to go on to great things, even for the average underdog. But I didn't see myself sitting down in a clinic to see miserable patients all day long. If only I thought about the money and the women. The fact was if you tried to buy an umbrella near the school, the craftsman having spotted your broken one would insist on repairing it for you on the spot, free of charge.

I didn't know if my dad was short of money, sending me to the neighborhood elementary school. Or he knew that there was affirmative action for public school kids or a bit of both. He found the excuse to send me out of private school. Of course, I graduated top of the class for once in my life, probably setting the record for the highest achievement ever since at the school. But no one believed when I told them my ordinary scores while getting into the public high school that no money can buy.

But I wasn't doing too badly myself. I drove dad on cross country road trips in brand new luxury cars and SUVs, across the channel, and across the desert, along famous roads, highways, and streets that the average tourist can never dream of such local experience. In hindsight, dad would have been happier sightseeing cities and monuments that he had heard of. But I know he was happy enough and couldn't stop talking about it. My cousins told me that how happy he had been in his last years.

I am a bit surprised by so many familiar faces in the series. Can you believe it, "married with children"? Come back after so many years?

If they wrote in a hot biker girl permanently I might watch all the seasons. I am also happy to turn on the TV on schedule. But with the whole Netflix to choose from, I'll pass for now.

Burn Notice

After discovering my private porn star, I have been picky about calling anybody. Jade satisfies me in many ways without hesitation and I can video everything if I want to. I saved myself plenty of time.

Cutting my cords for so long, having extra time at hand, I indulged in binge watching for the first time. Immediately, I searched for the series that I missed when I cut the cords - Chuck of Buymore. Even though the series wasn't a big hit with many seasons, it was not included in Netflix or Amazon. It's not a good start when you have to pay for binge watching.

As I have said before, I'm very much into believable spy dramas. I enjoy dramas with multiple personalities, and the real life personality can be confused with the professional ones. The next one I thought of was Burn Notice, whose name I couldn't even recall. When I cut my cords, I was impressed by BN, being the McGyver of the spy world.
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I still remember I had some torrents of the series, and the only series. That was some years after I cut my cord. That was too much hassle and I was off TV altogether.

It was well written and credible. When you have to explain what you do when you are doing it, you can't keep churning out rubbish. Even though I never find Michael Western and Fionna sexy, I missed the series and this is the first one that I settled on binge watching.

Not only that they created climax after climax, season after season, they managed to carry on and on, when I thought they were going to end after the first few seasons. What else can you write when the couple refused to part and fight to the end under raining bullets? But they went on to complete season seven, the magic number. To get there the series have to be a hit, with a lot of loyal fans, and good actors that the audiences never grow tired of watching. And above all, decent writers to keep the plots going.

I like Western of course but I don't think he is acting well. Indeed, I pray for the scene to end faster when he encountered drama and have to act. I'm sure Fionna acted well since she is from the theater, but her character is too dramatic to the extent that I feel her exaggerating. But I like them.

Approaching the end, the couple's wish was to become ordinary people living in peace. I would think many people resonated, particularly the team who must have had a hectic life for the whole seven seasons. They made it finally at the end, a happy ending!

Kids and family are musts, even for a spy series.

Binge watching is like catching up with your life, catching up with what you have missed. I know we all have to learn to move on, but when you have the chance, why not induge in some nostalgia?

One thing I find it strange is that they were still using burner phones in the last seasons.  In one episode, they went through a lot of trouble to install a live video feed when they could just stick a phone there.

So I think they had written all the episode very early on, or their real spy consultants were old school, or just old.

It was a hard act to follow. I had a hard time to find the next target that is included in my Netflix and Amazon subscriptions.

The Italian trip

Finally, partnering with a girl who worth the extra fee, I made a nasty sex video with close up organs and mutual interactions.

I had a narrow window to make myself a happy new year. All my friends were not there that day. Even if they were there, making appointments early in the day without advance notice is a hassle; that will be true also for some hotties.

Without some obvious priority, picking would be hard work. Do you go for looks? Reviews? Popularity? And you have to tell the diamond from the fakes.

After a while, I decided to go with my instincts alone. I picked a thicker Baywatch type model, with blonde hairs to match. She looks sexy as hell all nude, front and back, standing up straight, maybe with a little twist of the ankle and feet. To me, safer bets are skinny spinner girls with smaller or flat chests.

A few times I picked full bodied women I ended up with a BBW bigger than her pictures. I also find hot Real Housewives with fuller legs sexy, but they may come with cellulite or stretch marks.

She wasn't even pretty to my recent standards but I went for sexiness. I hate thick eyebrows and the fake permanent ones are killing me. But she had the Brooke Shields look. I hate the eyes of cat woman look; either they have small ugly eyes or they are junkies. She did make her eyes beautiful to go with her eyebrows and she looks very healthy. She has thick lips with a nice and sexy outline so she doesn't need a bold lipstick colour to alter the look. Her face is perfect oval or almond shaped so every organ looks good on it.

Still, somehow I think she might be ugly, thick and short. But still, I went for her sexy as hell pictures.

On the first impression, I ended up with a Baywatch model but more down to earth. She did wear a lot of makeup to look good but not enough to feel like a photoshopped head or worry constantly about the cover being messed up.

The camera did make her legs longer but her young flesh is bursting out of her skin all over. The camera didn't do justice to her natural breasts; I would say they are smaller D sized. They didn't look too good on photo paper but once I got hold of them in my hands and mouth, I hate to let them go. The best is her full bottom between her killer waist and a well-proportioned pair of legs.

Immediately, she told me where to put the donations and showed me the bathroom for a shower. But I had the feeling that she was trying to sound like a veteran to cover her nerves. Or maybe she wanted to see the money first in the most professional way she knew.

When I was taking my time after undressed, she crouched onto me to start the blowjob. I sat upright to kiss her. She hesitated for a split second but accepted the mission gracefully. It started as a lingering light on the lips. I brought out the tip of my tongue and she reciprocated. I increased the suction and wrestled with her tongue. She didn't back away, which I would say "eager to please". My passion went high in that awkward sitting position so I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it to my lips for the full DFK. There was no resistance.

While sitting on my legs, I work on her breasts, left, right, left, right and then left ... She was frozen for me to do my things as if she was thinking, "Oh, not the left again. When will it end?"

She was blowing me without reservation but her hands were involved a little too much. That when I told her, "I forgot to do something first." It was her heavenly bottom. But first, I ate her, ate her legs, licked them a little and kissed her feet, a little plump but goes well with the rest of her. When I turned her over, I dived straight into the deep crack between her buttocks and buried my face there, surfacing occasionally to suck, lick and bite on her cheeks.

It was so good that I ordered the Italian on her menu. But she didn't understand. So I explained to her what I carefully checked out on the urban dictionary. Pam said she knew it but not the term for it; maybe because she was from up North. Also, I did it more often than I would admit but neither did I know the term until recently, that it was trendy to put it on the menu.

She took it calmly when I climbed on top of her back, stacking my tummy on her back, head to head, shoulder to shoulder, That is a contrast when some girls will worry about you raping their ass without cover when you are facing their backside. When I was cultivating fiercely between her buttocks with my mighty auger, she bent up all of a sudden like having an orgasm. My cock must have split her lips open down there.

"I am not trying to get in !", I assured her talking next to her ears. Obviously, she wasn't worried bout that and reverted to playing dead for me to do what I wanted.

That reminded me in my earlier career of the rip-off dancer who had a pear shaped body. I was so horrified when she started dancing that I stopped her immediately. It was the time when management put us two together in a room like gladiators. They were not legally responsible for what we do between ourselves as long as we didn't bring any weapons, absolutely no condoms.

Somehow I ended up sliding up and down on her big, exaggerated bottom. I was so into it when she suddenly asked, "Are you trying to fuck me?" I didn't even remember how it ended, probably a handjob.

I was wrong to say that Pam was playing dead. Actually, her head was up and turned around a bit so we always had some face time. "You are such a good girl!", I told her with my mouth on her cheek. Since her shoulder was a little up, I sent my left hand in to grab her left breasts. I am more used to grabbing with both hands when I am flat ironing somebody. But since her head was up, I found it more natural to put my right arms around her front. In the heat of the moment, my left hand would squeeze hard on her breast but my right arm would almost choke her neck. But she wasn't worried. I felt the connection between us because she was so at ease even at the beginning.

When we were cheek to cheek, me subtly swimming the dolphin style, I whispered into her ears, "Can I come?" As if she seriously meant it, her sexy voice said, "Yes! If you want to". I don't remember her exact words but they all say the same thing trying to be unique.

I would think we needed some preparations but she just laid there. Soon I came buckets between her buttocks. When the last drop came out, I rolled over to the clean side of the bed. She got up with a big smile on her face, "Very wet".

She went on to wipe the bed with my tower, complaining that, "I don't like white sheets because you don't know what's on them." She didn't talk too much but she was indeed honest and straightforward.

After cleaning up, I asked to take pictures of us naked as an excuse to leave her a good tip. She offered that on the menu. But she insisted selling me the full video package. I was a bit off guard. I only wanted a little souvenir to remember a job well done, not spending a lot for a short video. I knew she wanted the money but I walked out in good terms. I was late and there wasn't much time left. Sex was over and the last thing I wanted was just some naked video.

She was on my mind after the goodbye because I didn't know when we will meet again. She was new here, not local but lived not too far, and couldn't tell me when will be her next visit. I looked at her pictures in a new light. She does have a Baywatch body and she has a stylish and pretty face. I hate myself for not asking for a video first.

Of course, I love videos with me in action but the girls may have too many rules to be desirable. The prettiest blonde had to use her phone, sending me the picture after editing. I still haven't get it yet. Someone's idea may be letting you taking a naked video of them for a minute or two, posting solo all the way. And I bet someone would not allow their face to appear. Someone may want to hold your camera and take your video themselves.

She might be missing me too, turning up on the next Monday. I asked for an early morning appointment the next day but she is a night person. So I risk using up all the excuses for her, joining her in Sheraton for a very late morning coffee in her room presented by Starbucks.

I was a bit disappointed because her Baywatch hair was all tied up, her makeup wasn't stylish and beautiful as I hoped for, and she was in a morning robe. OK, never meet a night person in the morning. She wouldn't be ready. But she did ask me one hour before the appointment to confirm my attendance. That was enough time for her to put on her foundations, big fake eyelashes, and some tapes.

Even though we seemed to have some deeper connections, she still asked me to put the donation on the table up front. I did pay for a video without asking questions. Last time she said I can use my phone and she doesn't care what I shoot. That was good enough.

Just when I picked up my phone in hand, she was crouching on the bed like a pro, showing off her booty in front of me. I got close to her bottom with a phone in hand, almost pulling off her panty when I remembered I was coming for. It wasn't for videotaping a C-list porn star naked.

With videos by my side on my phone, I can tell you exactly what happened next. Instead of pulling her panty, I wet kissed her legs down to her slightly plump toes, licking them and sucking them. With my phone on one hand, I got more excited and nastier. I imagined myself watching myself sucking on her juicy toes. I praised her for not ticklish and then went no mercy for her toes and feet.

Because the tongue is such a small object, I remembered to turn on the selfie mode before going to the other end to DFK her.

I did have a problem in the morning preparation. I was prepared to shoot TWO videos, one close up on the phone and one on a camera mounted on a tripod. But I couldn't find the high end, compact camera and tripod set that I could almost carry in my pockets.  I could also carry them on my hand because that was tourist territory after all. But if I could have only one I will pick the phone; you will not miss.

I planned it many times in my mind. Not more than two seconds after our lips touched, I sent out my tongue. She understood what I wanted and sent hers out too. She really didn't care what I did with the camera; our tongues was licking each other in between vacuuming. At the time she was still crouching like a tiger, turning her head to receive my "kisses". Pushing her over, I climbed on top of her, changing into a more comfortable position to do the DFK. With the camera on, I felt more passionate, I did everything for longer and nastier. The good excuse was to do it for the camera; I paid for it.

Other than tongue licking tongue, the other fetish I would like to catch on camera was licking her armpits. Of course, not all armpits are sexy.  The bare armpit is a soft, vulnerable, pale, shy and sexy place. I got her armpit on camera and went for it. She was OK with everything but she couldn't stop laughing. I let her off but the reaction was priceless.

I enjoyed enough of her breasts last visit but this time it was totally different. As if holding a small mirror, I saw myself groping her hard and licking on her cherry. Finally, I pulled her panty and dived in.

I made sure to capture my tongue digging on her lips, and also my finger inside her. When I was struggling she offered to hold the camera for me. In hindsight, not only she held the camera, she was making sure to catch my lips eating her lips and my partial finger outside her pussy.

The next thing I had to do was spanking her, using my teeth, tongue and lips on her bottom. During all of that, she wiggled; it was so fantastic.

With the camera on, her blowjob was as good as anybody else. She was showing off. It made a lot of sense because it's impossible to forget her with a permanent copy and if I show it to my buddies it would be great advertisement. She is the sort of person not worrying I post her video on the internet. I don't understand but her home being up North may be the reason.

I complained to myself last time she was using too much hand. This time she went handsfree on her own accord. I was watching her on and off camera at the same time. When I watch again privately afterwards, my cock got so big that I had to vacate the toilet.

I asked her to ride me while I caught her bouncing breasts and her full frontal on camera. After I done what I sat out to do, I let go. What a way to go!

She was so comfortable on camera that I wondered if she was a porn star. Or maybe she was very much into me or felt I was totally harmless. She told me she did some photo shots and she majored in films if I got it correctly. "The female body is an art form", she said. I agreed but I wouldn't go there any further. All I wanted to know if she had done some porn before. I was polite not to use that word and she didn't use that word either.

We had a good conversation because it was a very cold morning and I was warm and cosy on the Sheraton bed even without a comforter on top. She was young and into travelling to more places than she had been. So I told her all about it.

She told me about her partying and asked me if I am a party animal. She even told me that she failed the driving test. Did I tell you she was into me? This time, her face was less pretty and a lot less stylish than her pictures. But I will have no problem driving her anywhere she wants to party together if I were single. I did tell her I have a family because it's hard to hide that I used up all my excuses on her after all.

It was money well spent. Next time I will concentrate on the penetration, on camera that is.

The Italian brought back memories long long before I knew what Italian was. First, before I had steady girlfriends, I did it occasionally on the comforter.

Then it was Mrs player at the starting of our on and off relationship over many years. I was so unsure and she was so young at about 16. I was such a good catch that I was approved by her family. I decided that if I had to walk away I would walk away void of guilty feeling. That's what the Italian was for. After all, it was a big upgrade on the comforter, lol.

We did everything except penetration of anything, not even her mouth. It was so nasty to put that monster into your cute girlfriend's mouth. We did it anywhere, tents, youth hostels, the back of the top deck of a bus and she was so keen to jump onto my bed naked.

When it was time to come, I would mount on top of her, try to a good traction between her legs and buttocks. I would work my cock up and then fire away. It was such good times. After the deed, she would have a sweet, satisfying or even wicked smile on her face. She was proud to have some good catch crazy for her. She was satisfied that I was totally satisfied.

She would also make fun of me from time to time, such as making a crude imitation of me at my climax and refer to the Italian position in many silly terms. Pam reminded me of her, so sweet, so at ease and so eager to please.