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.

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