The One Night (5 Minute) Stand

It was one of those nights when I wanted to fuck or fight. I felt feisty, fiery and primal. I was standing by the bar sipping a mezcal, when suddenly a boy that  I saw earlier outside smoking a cig, introduced himself. He did spoke Spanish. I heard him before. So I went ahead and started a conversation with him. We were openly flirting and after two hours talking about I don't know what, he kissed me and I kissed him back.
He was visiting and was in hotel in Midtown.
We jumped into a cab together with my apartment as the destination in mind. Meanhwile in the cab, we were all hands over each other and lips that hardly were able to separate. Only from time time, just to breath.

The night looked promising. I could only visualize this beautiful blue eyed man, 6' 2, slim, and with that Latin American fire, playing with me, under the sheets.

We got home and came straight to my room and immediately we were on my bed. He stripped me off of my clothes in seconds while I would try to find  moments to undress him slowly. Finally we were naked. He was beautiful, soft, well built and strong. I was only contemplating how to start tasting this delicacy.

Tangled in my bed the moment of truth arrived. He was ready, I was ready.

I wanted him.

To my disgrace or fortune while I was about to begin, he already had finished. But wait.
It gets better. He made up a leg cramp and in a quick move turned, laying on his chest. He was there for a good 10 minutes complaining and saying that he was very sorry that It was a shame that something like that, would happen that night. 'Let me go to my hotel, get my pills for the pain and I will be right back'

Sure- I said.

He walked out.

I locked the door, turned the phone off and had a wonderful night of sleep.

Bite Me

Striptease

From the cheap locals in Bogota, to the upscale clubs in New York and to the raunchy in New Orleans.  As a confessed striptease lover, I have seen many strippers in all shapes and forms and have witnessed a wide range of strip-tease shows: classy, elegant, sloppy, creative, impressive, hot  -one of them involved fire on someone's nipples- (I swear)

I have often wondered how it would be like to be the stripper. So I did it. I stood firmly in front of him,  and immediatly, I felt the power of me: of my body, my skin, my softness, the shape of my legs, the perkiness of my breasts and the roundness of my ass. The way I move. All of my feminine qualities.
...And there he was: staring at me, hungry. Completely surrendered and defeated while my eyes shouted: 'I'm a teaser. I'm a virgin. I'm a one night stand. I'm a dream to find' 

NOTE: Now, play this song. I promise. You won't regret it.

http://snd.sc/16IqCcK

Dripping

One time, I just came out of the shower and my body was very wet and still dripping. I could feel the dampness on my hair, making it almost stick to my skin.  It almost looked like a black snake crawling down my back. Drops coming down my hair would slide through the middle of my vertebral column.

I purposely made a point of not using the towel to dry myself up.

He was laying on my bed and I also knew he was naked and his body temperature was rising, after all it was a sunny summer afternoon. I wanted to know what it would be like to touch him while my slippery skin would rub against his body. For a few moments, I wanted to be him. 

I undid the towel and it naturally fell off as I was climbing on the bed, moving forward, and onto him. First my knees were parallel and would separate as I would get closer to his waist. Some water drops were still coming down the inner part of my legs, just enough for him to notice his lower limbs were now a bit cooler and the water seemed like it was some kind of transparent paint.  Then I moved to his chest, keeping some distance, leaving my hair falling on both sides of my face and caressing him, like miniature paintbrushes leaving a track of water.

...And there we were. Face to face. He opened his mouth and kissed me, biting. I opened mine and let my cold tongue explore him inside.

My hair dripped all over him... and so it did the rest of me.

His

The invisible fireman

'Hey what you up to' March 30th, 12:28 am

'Hey what ya up to today' April 3rd 10:14 am

'Hey what ya up to??' April 5th 10:15 am

'Hey what ya up to??' April 7th 10:26 pm

This was pretty much my exchange with an individual whom I met through an online dating service. He looked very handsome in pictures, what he had to say about himself sounded really appealing and... he also said on his profile, he was a Fireman for the City of New York. (sold!)

In an attempt to continue finding that fascinating human being that lures my mind and my heart, I have decided to break out of my old stereotypes about people. That means, among other things, giving them a second chance and also, try to look beyond the most obvious of their personality traits. In this case, his thing was NOT communication or the subtleties of courtship. But hey, maybe he was a truly remarkable human being in other aspects. (Note to self. Remember these 4 words: benefit of the doubt)

So after the fourth, same mispelled message, spite of my widely known natural rejection to bad spelling and little patience for BS,  I kept open the communication channels trying to see if we could meet up. He kept saying he was trapped at work, he had a training, he was wiped out. So I was beginning to ask, why does he send me messages if there is no intent  to follow up with an action? Perhaps...  He is really overweight and is buying some time to shed those extra pounds? did he go under the knife and he is recuperating, therefore, he is buying some time?  Is he expecting that on a 15 m. notice I go running to Brooklyn in the middle of the afternoon for a quickie, believing that the messages gave us enough information, that we now know each other so we skipped dating, altogether?

The last time he wrote to me was May 2nd 2013 at 7:15pm.  

'Hey what ya up to??' 

No answer from me.

Sorry, but there is a time when you have to mark the limit. Even if this did not have any fundamental consequences in my life, nor altered anything at all, about how I go about relationships, monotony really bores the hell out of me. So next time dudes, If you want a quickie, if you don't want a relationship, if you  want to indulge in crazy, animal sex with me JUST SAY IT.  Maybe, I won't have a problem with that.

Wear something sexy

My friend J and I have met ocassionally at night for  the widely known 'booty call'. After some time, perhaps more than a year, it is a deal that goes smoothly, pretty direct. No fuss, no games.

I recall he asking me on a text: 'on my way... wear something sexy'

I laughed and I proceeded to go into my lingerie drawer and choose the perfect attire for the night. I chose it. I put in on.

I wasn't going to wait seated on my sofa surrounded by some sort of animal print paraphernalia, smoking a cig and with Edith Piaf playing on the background. Full, fire like red lips and long loops of pearls around my neck.

I decided I would wear jeans, a sweatshirt and that was it. I felt more authentic.

J got home. Once on my sofa, he unzipped my sweatshirt discovering a beautiful satin, black and peach bustiere with a little bow in the middle. J was static. He was not expecting anything special.

'Yumm...' The fact that he seemed surprised and also that I didn't feel awkward about something I did not feel like being that night, made for a truly erotic and joyful sex experience.

I see another booty call in the future... maybe this time I will be the lady with full on body wrapping latex, whip and a mask. I am moody.

Je joue

I do play with myself. And I love it. That is why I have quite a selection of various toys in all forms, shapes, colors and textures. But to be honest I have these toys for my play-dates. Somehow I do not feel inclined to use them while I am alone except just, when I buy them.
I love to see my companion´s expression when I do use them in me: contemplating in  awe the moves, the rotations... the sudden tension.

However when it comes to me, just me, I keep it pretty simple. I get entertained pretty easily and  do not open the Fun Box. What you see in the picture, is a toy that was given to me years ago, I have always found it way too complicated: it has wires, batteries, a charger and the word software is something that you will have to deal with. You read correctly. Software.

The minute I saw it it went straight into the original package and I have used it only once. But lately I have been thinking of giving it a chance since I have used all the others, and see if maybe this is going to be the one, who makes me break my habit and will get to be included in the super VIP selection my dates... with myself.

... Alright kids, gotta go. Gotta find a plug.

Let it in...

My boyfriend's brother

I was seeing this guy for a few weeks and things were going well. I met his hideouts, met his roommate, became friends with his chihuahua. There were a lot of sleepovers at his house and mine, and many BBQ's at his friend's house: an ex-marine.

Ex-marine was a very attractive guy. Tattooed, incredible body, hoarse voice, funny, sarcastic, tough looks... and married.

It turned out, all of my boyfriend's friends were ex-marines. What he didn't know is that I drool at the sight of a really good looking 'uniform'. Needless to say these encounters with his friends, were very stimulating for me and made for really good sex with him.

One weekend he announced, 'Oh, by the way my brother is coming and I want you to meet him' I said 'ok' without giving it a lot of thought. I remember now, that he mentioned that he was on the Navy but I didn't realize he was a Navy Seal.

In my book, these dudes are the top of the top of my 'military fantasies'.

He arrives, we meet him at a bar and we have a few drinks. The boy, 22, 5 9', blonde, short hair, gets totally wasted.
We took him home where we put him in the sofa, my bf says, I think we should take his clothes off.
(mamma mia) I said, 'sure let's do that.'
In the meantime he goes to the kitchen to get him some water and I start taking off his clothes. His unbuttoned shirt discovers a strong like rock chest and perfect abs. As I approach his belt and zipper I can only see this beautiful boy, totally passed out, with his pretty blue eyes closed and the sweetest expression.

I had to stop. I just watched, fantasized, and walked away.

My boyfriend comes back, we go upstairs and have amazing sex.
In the morning I walked out of the room, went downstairs completely naked, and took a look of him hoping his eyes were opened.

Deep down inside all I wanted for him was to watch, fantasize and walk away...

I am loud

Surprise, surprise.

I received this letter after my neighbor complained with my landlord, about loud noises in my apartment. First, let's talk facts:

-I have been living in the same apartment for 6 years
-The dude that lives next door has been there for 2 years and never complained about it
-When I have sex, I am loud and I like it.

But something changed. One  night I was with someone in my apartment and let's say things got a bit out of control. Sex was intense, long and extremely enjoyable when suddenly, I heard a really aggressive knocking coming from the other side of the wall. We both jumped  out of bed because we didn't know we were being that loud and because it was completely unexpected. (we also laughed a bit, too)
The following week I received this letter on the mail from my landlord and immediatly I addressed the situation face to face with my neighbor, who seems pretty reasonable. I stated the facts:

-I have been living here for 6 years and nobody ever complained before.
-YOU have never complained about it.
-Loud sex it is not the type of complaint the city of New York and the judicial system will take seriously.
-I suggest you move your bed to the other side of the room, so it is not against my wall.

Then he answered:

'I just got married'

'Oh wow' 'Congratulations' I said.

(Translation: 'Married? and you brought her to live in this studio apartment where there are very thin walls and you have a neighbor -a chick- who happens to enjoy sex -apparently- more than you two?')

I felt kinda bad. But also, I didn't feel I have to apologize for my lifestyle and much less because we both have to tolerate some stuff, up until to a certain degree. I have to listen to them talking ALL the time, running around the apartment, laughing out loud, grunting (yes, grunting) his opening and closing the door 20 times a day, plus the clumsiness on a daily basis where they always seem to bump into something at 6am, that falls to the floor and make an excruciating noise.

I don't know, suddenly it seems sex it is a sin for some and should be 'punished'.
Alright. I want to be punished. I promise to be loud, once again.

Turn me on

Match.com another creepy first date?

Yes, the text that you see above was in fact sent to me by a guy I saw only once, on a first date. To be exact 10 minutes after the date ended and the date was the first and the last.

And please allow me to explain why.

His pictures -although a bit blurry- were not so bad. I gave him the benefit of the doubt: guys are not exactly into putting a lot of effort on displaying their best 'graphic material'. Strangely enough they choose to put pictures where they are with a bunch of girls (that are totally the opposite of how you look like) or with other dudes that are actually way hotter than they are.

Yes, yes. I read his bio -Of course- And that is why I decided to go out with him.

I saw him coming into the place: very tall, nice built... but wait... Do I see Botox on his cheekbones? and to top it all off (FYI my all time UN-favorite)  are his eyebrows thinner, shorter, more dramatic than mine? Mmm. To put it in more mundane terms, the date didn't even started and I wanted it over because basically:

I.Did.Not.Like.Him.

But I also thought: how will I just walk away, how will I justify that I needed to go just right after taking a look at him, If I was him, how would that make me feel when suddenly 'disqualified' by the way you look? or worst because of the way you look, you suddenly 'make the cut'?

Really. Awful thinking.

I decided to stay and get to know him. So I did. He didn't like the place I chose, a little wine bar, so we went to a Pub where we tried to talk, but the conversation was not flowing, he was interested on watching the game that was on the TV at the bar and would only have less than 'four word' comments or questions about totally random topics.

He also managed to chugged down, four vodka tonics.

I decided that it was time to go, and as the lady I am, I proceeded to gracefully leave the scene. He put me in a cab, was completely sure that there were not going to be more dates as when I was saying good bye, he said 'yeah, yeah nice to meet you, blah, blah, thank you' I smiled at him and closed the door.

And then of course, the TEXT.

Tonight, I have another  match.com first date. We'll see how this one goes.

...He also seems 'normal' on paper.

Coming out of the fog

I know. It's been a long time. But in the spirit of giving new life to this blog (and to myself) I will start posting about my journey on writing my first novel which was greatly inspired by supervillana's sessions.