Monday Aug 23

Recent occurences of note

Current mood: anxious

Category: Romance and Relationships

Hey all you crazy and sundry who read of my exploits...

So for those in the know I’m an instructor for Kaplan, teaching GRE, GMAT and LSAT. Which means for the most part I spend my work day as the center of attention of very classy, very attractive women in thier mid 20’s (Mostly) who are hanging on my every word. Now mind you, in the main, I would not have a shot with most/all of these women. Still, there are worse gigs.

Except, I kind of noticed one girl in particular, a beautiful redheaded jewess named Esther, seemed to share my sense of humour, interest in Latin and would play with her hair in class. Of course a girl playing with her hair can mean a variety of things, but to me it always means she digs me. Because they all do you know ;)

So I decide to ask her out, but I have to wait 4 weeks. Asking her out while I’m still her teacher can be problematic. You know, job wise.

So I wait 4 long weeks, planning, scheming and whatnot. I make sure to arrange she stays a little longer after class then the rest of the students, saying I want to talk to her about geometry or something, and so, after everyone’s gone I ask her out.

To which she tells me she has an extremely jealous boyfriend, and she couldn’t even go out with me platonically. Now I refrain from pointing out that I consider non physical friendships far from platonic (in the sense of an ideal form) and that I try to avoid those types of friendships with all due speed. I just smile and nod and leave, proud of myself for asking such a hottie, if naught else.

Then, much to my surprise, the girl emails me back the next day suggesting lunch.

Everybody confused yet?

So we arrange to have lunch, me frantically figuring on whether this is a just friends lunch or an I don’t really have a boyfriend after all lunch.

Then she lets me know that she reconsidered going out with me after discovering I write fetish erotica, well I do, though I didn’t know she would find that out.

Damn you google!

Or in this case, since it worked to my benefit “Yeah Google”

So that brings us to lunch, but I have to run and will continue this story in my next post...

Tue Aug 24

What happened next

Category: Romance and Relationships

So she comes to my class, and we’re planning on lunch afterwards.

Since I’m a classy guy, I bring her a gift. Since I’m me, that gift is Spike vs Dracula #1, a comic book. Hey a first issue. When that’s worth a million dollars in 10 years remember who gave that to you Esther ;)

So after class we rode in the decrepit old van to the Katella Deli, and it turns out she’s nervous too. Yes, I’m admitting to being nervous. Very cute chicks on first dates do that to me. I actually asked if she’d mind if I held her hand. She did, and I could tell she was nervous too.

So at lunch she made me squirm by asking questions about old girlfriends, stuff she learned from my Livejournal and Myspace. Damn you online diaries!!

Then I made her squirm with a little psychological deconstruction, based on my skills of perception, perspicacity and genius intellect.

She bought lunch, charging it as a business expense. Very sexy that. I informed her that I rated my chances of seducing her at 70-30. She said that was probably overestimating things since she was on her menses. (My words, she just said biological factors beyond my control or influence)

She also told me that I should have contacted her earlier since her boyfriend was coming back on Monday from being out of town. Which was news to me, since among my friends we figured odds were she didn’t even have a real boyfriend.

So I asked her back to my place to watch DVD’s, (Fortunately I’d just bought a DVD player for this purpose, no not watching DVD’s you fucks, for asking girls back to watch DVDs. Just about everything I do except for wrestling and chess has a final goal involving girls.) She agreed. Except for I then realized I was screwed. Of late, believing no sane girl will ever return to my place I’ve taken to decorating the place mainly, in photo’s from Playboy’s Vixens magazine. Lots of beautiful naked, or scantily clad, women. I tried to convince her to return to her place instead, but to no avail. She told me later she didn’t want me to know where she lived.

Now this isn’t so bad, because I told her I only had a matress, no chairs. And she agreed to come back to watch with me anyway. So I went home, she followed, but I wasn’t sure she was following. Had to call my friends to stave off a panic attack, worried I’d scared her away when I confessed the theme of my decor, I figured forewarned was better than just springing it all on her.

But she showed up at my place, snuggled up with me on my bed and we watched coupling. A great British T.V. show. I commenced my plans to seduce her, getting only a little snogging action for my efforts. But I just figured she was loyal to her boyfriend and this seduction thing takes time.

Then she asked me to go grab her the rest of her salad from lunch, then before I could get a chance to comply she pulled me to her and kissed me thoroughly. Also started humping my leg. She’s like that sometimes. This sudden aggressiveness blew my mind. Then she composed herself and told me she wanted to watch my documentary on Chess, Kasparov vs Deep Blue. This girl definitely knows how to keep a guy off base.

So we watched that, made out some more and then she told me it was time to buy her dinner. Since I’m not one to just let some broad tell me what to do I said “Okay” and we got into her car (it’s nicer than the decrepit old van) and we drove to Huntington Beach. Of course I did what she said she was super cute, a veritable vixen, and she’d already let me touch her breasts. I’m much more amenable at this point in the relationship.

At dinner, she encouraged me to buy her drinks. She had a rasberry smirnoff, and then told me I really wanted to get her an apple martini post haste. So I did. She became very affectionate, publicly. Started biting and kissings my hand and wrist. Then told me to take her home. But not to my place, her place in Redondo Beach. I was like, how would I get to work the next day. She told me that was my problem, I could always call a cab.

Now faced with this dilemma, my job or the hot girl? What to do?

Chose the girl? You betchya. And soon we were off, I was driving since she was buzzing, off to Redondo Beach. TO which, I’d heretofore never been to, oddly enough.

From there the usual things happened. There was sex, and a tub the size of New Jersey, foreplay involving Hydrogen Peroxide and Q-tips. However one things stands out.

Most of the people reading this, know I don’t do the oral sex. Very vocal about this.

But since she’d had the tampon in, she was very dry. So she said the best way for her to get ready, was if I’d go down on her. But she was still, though barely, surfing the red tide. So I asked her if she was bleeding badly and she said “Well it’s not like you’re gonna lick the gaping hole that’s bleeding.” It’s my #1 with a bullit favourite quote by a girl, beating out my prior favourite “look for the dangling metal bit asshole” who’s context I do not choose to explain.

So I went down on her, she climaxed and this is a first in my experience, and with her at least I really enjoyed it. Except for her tendency to dig her heels into my back, I’d read about this but never expereinced it before. I had to lock her thighs up like I was prepping a leglock in submission wrestling to stop it, which it turned out really turned her on. Another unexpected benefit from my cagefighting experiences...

So that’s more or less the story of the lunch date that lasted 36 hours.

And the reason for this post is I started bitching about the laconicness that is my friend Jeff, who will never willingly elaborate and tell his stories. I boasted how I could make nothing into a 10 minute story. She asked me to prove it, tell her our story. I started, telling five minutes of how I’d tell the story to my friends. When I stopped she poked, and tickled me asking what happened next?

“You know what happened next” I told her “You were there!”

“But I like the way you tell it, I like the way you speak” she said. And we all know I can resist anything but perceptive honesty like that so I told her.

And she told me to tell all my friends since she can’t tell hers. And I offered to post it on my Live Journal and myspace so she could read it anytime she wants. And though she has decided since her boyfriend is back that I am cut off from access to her glorious feminine bits, still I offer this up to her, our story.

It’s been one of the highlights of my year. And of course it goes without saying it must have been the highlight of hers.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Love poetry

Category: Romance and Relationships

So the lady in my profile pic has no lifted her prohibition and I once again

have access, albeit limited, to her glorious naughty bits.

And there was once again joy in the world.

She came to my office hours, and of course I was perfectly professional. Until my office hours were over that is. Then I looked at her and she smiled at me in a way that was awfully hard to misread. Then she asked me if we were just going to sit and stare at each other. My manhood challenged, I responded in the best Mallrats fashion. Shortly thereafter, there was a hotel, the Costa Mesa Holiday inn, which is a really nice place by the way, and a very memorable night.

But that’s not what I’m writing about today.

So love poetry, like the title says. See, if you feel like writing love poetry you should probably lay down and hope the feeling goes away. Drinking might help the process.

And if you do write it, you should probably burn it afterwards and never tell anyone about it.

What you should not do is send it to the person you wrote about, and even if by some chance they like it, then you certainly shouldn’t post the poem on your myspace.

But here it is anyway, because I’m not one to worry about dignity or self respect when there’s a girl involved...

Of her poise you can’t divest her

she’s sex with sytle, my dear Esther

I love her and I’ve told her so

with Han like cool she said “I know”

well maybe it was more implied

with redhead flair tho hers is dyed

she’s wrapped me twixt her finger and thumb

one sultry smile and my brain goes numb

and her foot pressed against my leg

is just enough to make me beg

to let me kneel upon my knees

between her thighs to lick and please

I have her portrait on my wall

my mistress glancing ‘pon her thrall

to her least desire I acquiesce

her beauty such I can do no less

it’s a terrible thing to bare your heart

to the dagger that’s cold and sharp

so too to open my heart to her

in this poem which she’ll scorn I’m sure

and yet I hope that this will charm her

pierce her heart’s protective armor

it would mean the world to win

the merest drop of her affection

Sep 11

Flushed

Category: Romance and Relationships

So I think, but I’m not entirely certain, I’ve just been dumped.

Kind of depressing, but I’ll live.

The girl of the profile pic, got us a hotel for the weekend, took me to an incredibly nice and expensive sea food restaurante, used and abused me while wearing vinyl boots (I bought them for her) and then told me she was done with me sometime last night. If I had pride I would have left right then and there, but all I would have done was drink and play 40k, and I figured the bottle of rum and the 40k store would be there later, but there was some chance I’d get to see her naked again that night, and that wasn’t likely to be a repeat possibility.

In a lot of ways I’m glad it’s over, though very pretty and sexy she was very much an inredibly high maintenance pain in the ass.

Which I will put up with from a hot enough girl, but not be happy about.

So now it is all about the pursuit of the next Crazy hot chick.

Sep 17

More flushed than before

Current mood: aggravated

Hi

So upset!! And of course, depressed.

So the girl (Esther of course, is there any other?) is getting ready for her GRE this friday that just past. She’s panicking, and I offer out of the kindness of my heart, to meet with her on my own time, despite the fact she just tore my heart in two, breaking off things as casually as brushing her hair.

So she meets me at my place, I help her out for an entire hour and a half before I even start putting the moves on her. Is that gentlemanly or what? So then, she lets me rub her back. But when we finish working, and I ask her if this rates seeing her again, she won’t say. So I ask her for a kiss, and she kisses me on the cheek. ON the FUCKING cheek for chrissakes. So I told her that was a bullshit kiss. Then she gives me a FUCKING PECK on the lips. Which is still bullshit. Then she has the temerity to ask “Well that’s what you wanted right?” or some such nonsense.

I tell her to “Just go” in I’ve had it with your bullshit tone of voice. And then she slides over me, writhes against my body in a very sexy way and kisses the living fuck out of me. I mean like hotter than the Princess Bride top ten kisses of all time hot, then she pulls her top up, shows me the black lacy bra she’s wearing, and then fucking leaves.

So of course I’m nine kinds of infatuated all over again, any healing that had occurred between last Sunday and thursday all gone.

So she takes the test yesterday, does amazingly well in the math section, well at least an amazing improvement since she could barely multiply when we started.

So to any decent human being that would deserve a reward fuck right? Or a reconsidering of the whole dumping thing. So when I remind her of what a great instructor I was, she just says I was a good instructor, worth an 85. An 85? Then she asked me what kind of student I thought she was, so as far as effort, since she almost never put any work in outside of our lessons, I said she got about a 62.

Then she acted like she was all kinds of pissed, told me she’d wear the boots I’d bought her for some other guy that night, and that she’d never sleep with me again, just call me when she had some other guy between her legs. And that I’d probably answer the phone anyway, just in case it was her offering to have sex with me. And I really wish I could say with confidence that I will never answer the phone when she calls again.

Sometimes I really hate myself.

Friday, September 22, 2006

My kind and merciful mistress

Hi all

So I saw Esther last night, we stayed at the Queen Mary. And yes, that means I was sill willing to see her after she called me while having sex with another guy.

I’ll post a bulletin offering to sell one slightly used dignity since I’m not using mine anymore ;)

Anyway, it was really romantic and lots of fun was had. And while you might not be able to tell from the pics here, take it from me who’s seen in her nothing but a plaid skirt, her hair down and laytex boots, she’s one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever met when she puts her mind to it.

Also at one point she stared into my eyes, just the loveliest golden brouwn eyes you ever say, the color of fresh honey and began to slowly blink. And I hated seeing her blink, because then I couldn’t see those beautiful eyes. But she kept blinking slowly and mine one eyes began to blink, mirroring hers. And she told me, her voice low and sexy that when she blinked her eyes ten times my eyes I would close my eyes and fall deeper under her spell. I thought that was ridiculous because I would never close my eyes when I could stare into hers. But by the sixth blink it was really hard to keep my eyes open. If she blinked a tenth time I never saw it, my eyes were slammed shut. I felt completely at peace just letting her voice wash over me.

When I opened my eyes I saw her smiling at me. It would be so nice to wake to that smile every morning of my life.

“I’m never going to have sex with you again, you know that don’t you?”

It hurt like a punch in the gut. Way worse than that, I’ve been punched in the gut and I know. This was as bad as any pain I’ve ever felt, even worse than the insertion of a catheter before surgery.

“Now I want you to lick my ass.”

“Go to hell” I told her. She just smiled her sultry smile and pulled down her skirt. Her ass was glorious, not perfectly firm, but not too fleshy either. A golden mean of white creamy skin. I longed to kiss it, to touch it. That wasn’t new. But I wanted to bury my face in it and lick her ass, I wanted it like a man in the desert craves water, the way a gamer needs Mountain Dew. I tried to fight it and she could see the need in my face.

“Beg me to lick my ass” she said laughing. I tried to hold my tongue, even literally biting it but the words came anyway “Please mistress” I hated myself for begging “please let me lick your ass.”

She laughed and turned over on her stomach, eagerly I crawled towards her. I dropped myself down even further and ran my fingers over that sweet, sweet flesh. Then I buried my face in her ass, savoring the smell, touch and taste of her. Nothing was more important to me than to bury my face in her flesh, to surround myself with her scent and skin, to taste lick and please her. Eagerly I licked her glorious hole, savoring every moan. I could see her hand working her clit while I pleasured her. I glowed, lambent with the knowledge I was pleasing her so well. She screamed her orgasm, probably waking the nuclear family of Midwest tourists in the cabin next door.

Then she told me I had pleased her and I could fuck her. I wanted to but I wasn’t hard when she said this. She told me that I had five seconds to get hard, or I would eat her asshole again. Under pressure I couldn’t get hard fast enough, she called me useless. And said I wasn’t even worthy to eat her asshole. She got her things and left, but told me that I would serve her at a moments notice whenever she called. I wanted to lash out, to get angry but all I could say was “Yes Milady, I love you milady.”

“I know” she said. “I’ve told you to.”

And then she left. I fell to my knees begging her not to go, but she left anyway. And of course it’s all my fault, she is a perfect mistress, kind merciful and beautiful. I am a worthless slave, and if I was better she would never have left.

And for everyone else, expecially Brody and Holly and Neil for rallying round when the shit hit the fan, thanks for your support. It’s really helped. And special thanks to Jeff for buying me a shot when I really needed one.

And milady, I only hope you call me someday so that I may once again serve your needs.