In Decent Proposals

REN recollects:

I think last weekend saw a record number of cock offers for me.

Friday:
1. old cock who spotted me in a pub
2. Ex-colleague who spotted me in a pub

Saturday:
3. Friend of a friend I met a few weeks ago

Sunday:
4. A girlfriend
5. A threesome

No, I didn’t take up any of the above offers. Ruby must be dying to kick my ass when she reads this… I can hear her now..
“Ren! What’s wrong with you? Just fuck! Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Haha.. Actually, even if I did agree to any one of them, I doubt I’d be writing about it.
One of my best friends, Wendy, read this blog and this is what she said;

WENDY:
REN is so you..

REN:
In what way?

WENDY:
Ren is so secretive. Even the names you use for your GIRLfriends are fake.

REN:
Well... no one I know deserves to be implicated this way.. Yet..

*REN speaks:
I think i'm just by nature, not a girly gusher. While i feel the same levels of enthusiasm when my friends relate their romantic encounters, i will have nothing exciting to report on my end.

Personally, this is what I believe. If I was really excited about a guy, it shouldn’t take much effort for me to "jump the couch".
Many are dying to see the day when that happens.

Well, IF it happens, Wendy promises to pop a cock. i mean.. cork.

World Cup Maddess!

Ruby Speaks Yet again :

The spirit of Brazil is in the streets, in the stores, in the trains.. it's every where i look. I read the papers and there it is! Brazilian soccer players splashed across the page!

I get huge spasmic shocks everytime i see someone in Green and Yellow. Could this nightmare get any worst??

I see girls decked out in Brazilian colours and i think to myself.. do they even know what they are getting themselves into? Wafer thin bodies will snap and be returned to them in two pieces. Ren got picked up by a Brazilian one night but she didn't dare take it further.

Which brings me back.. Can i do Brazilian another time?? I'm free today so i actually made a list of all the things that made the Brazilian FAIL in bed.

1. NOT KISSING FIRST. Avoiding my lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones made me feel like he's paying by the hour and trying to get his money's worth by cutting out nonessentials. A properly passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.

2. SQUEEZING MY BREAST. He acted like a housewife testing a melon for ripeness when he got his hands on my babies.

3. BITING MY NIPPLES. He fasten onto my nipples, then clamp down like he's trying to deflate my body via my breasts. He needs to learn that nipples are highly sensitive. They can't stand up to chewing. He could have licked and suck them gently, Flicking his tongue across them would be good. Pretending they're a doggie toy isn't.

4. TWIDDLING MY NIPPLES. He should have really stopped doing that thing where he twiddle my nipples between finger and thumb like he's trying to find a radio station in a hilly area.

5. IGNORING THE OTHER PARTS OF MY BODY. My body is not a highway with just three exits: Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel. There are vast areas of my body that he ignored before he went bombing straight into downtown Vagina.

6. HE LEFT ME A LITTLE PRESENT. Condom disposal is the man's responsibility. Since he wore it, he should have stored it.

7. ATTACKING THE CLITORIS. Direct pressure is very unpleasant, so stop digging into me!

8. UNDRESSING ME AWKWARDLY. I hate looking stupid, but stupid was the way i looked naked at the waist with my dress stuck over my head.

9. GIVING ME A WEDGIE DURING FOREPLAY. Stroking me gently through my panties was sexy but Pulling the material up between my thighs and yanking it back and forth is not.

10. UNDRESSING ME PREMATURELY. Don't force the issue by stripping before i at least made some move towards getting your stuff off.

11. GOING TOO FAST. When he got to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing he did was pump away like an industrial power tool. I felt like an assembly-line worker made obsolete by his technology.

12. GOING TOO HARD. He bashed his great triangular footballer hip bones into my thigh and stomach. the pain was equal to two weeks of horseback riding concentrated into a few seconds.

13. KEPT ON ASKING IF I CAME. He should really ought to be able to tell. Most women make noise. But if he really did't know, he shouldn't have ask.

14. NUDGING MY HEAD DOWN. He persisted in doing this until i was eyeball-to-penis, hoping that it will lead very swiftly to mouth-to-penis. It's about three steps from being dragged to a cave by my hair.

15. MOVING AROUND DURING FELLATIO. He thrusted till i was on the verge of gagging. I should be the only one moving during fellatio. He just had to lie there!

16. ATTEMPTING ANAL SEX AND PRETENDING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. This is how he earn a reputation for not being able to follow directions. If he wanted to put it there, he should have asked me first.

17. SLAPPING HIS STOMACH MINE. There is no less erotic noise. It's as sexy as a belching contest.

18. ARRANGING ME IN STUPID POSES. If i wanted to do advanced yoga in bed that's fine but i am not a Romanian gymnast! He should have asked himself if he wanted a sexual partner with snapped hamstrings before he even proceeded with me.. i was in HELL!

19. GIVING ME LOVE BITES. It is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction on the sides of my neck but then again, I had a fucking blister on my neck for the next 2 weeks. Thank god for concealer!

20. BARKING INSTRUCTIONS AT ME. He was shouting encouragement and positioning change like the coach that he was with a megaphone. It's not a big turn-on.

21. SQUASHING ME. He lied on me a bit too heavily, i actually turned blue and blanked out.

22. THANKING ME AFTER HE CAME. He should learn that he should NEVER thank a woman for having sex with him. His bedroom is not a soup kitchen.

I think that should be reason enough for me to delete his number. Yikes!

TEACH ME A LESSON!

Ruby Speaks :

Today is DAY 4 without sex and already my hands are shaking. I had a date yesterday and it was fairly much a disaster. Actually, i walked away from it feeling like crap almost on the verge of tears! I couldn’t pin point why I was feeling that way..Could it be, I was craving a bonk and was upset it didn’t happen OR was I just frustrated at my appalling taste in men.

My date yesterday was Eurasian. Business Owner. Had his own place. Loves to travel. Sports Car driver. R&B lover. Wine freak with amazingly gorgeous brown eyes. I can’t stress enough how much I love his eyes. Probably the only reason why I agreed to go on the date in the first place.

I went through my black book the moment I got home and I realized that I have been out with a few of those kinds… Businessmen, Vice Presidents, MDs. As I struggled to remember who they were and why I never went out with them again, the following list evolved in my head.

Reasons why I should refuse to date high-flying men :

1. They are always late.
2. They talk like they are the boss of you.
3. Have egos as big as their cars
4. The inability to relax as they get jumpy every time the phone rings.
5. Conversations always end up BLAh…
6. Boasting take on a new meaning when it comes to their accomplishments.

(actually have more reasons but then I had a thought… I NEVER LEARN!)

Casual Sex

REN speaks:

Of course it’s fun. Of course it can be exciting.

But I've to admit, I can be quite a tight ass when it comes down to agreeing to a one night stand. Boring, geeky, whatever.. I can’t help it. It’s just not me. It’s not that I have moral issues against it. I simply don’t enjoy it.

When I went out with guys solely based on their looks, my interest faded very quickly. Sexual arousal for me goes beyond the physical. A man’s mind and sensuality over blatant hotness anytime. And you can never be too sure about those qualities in someone you just met in a club for a few hours.

I most certainly am not waiting for Mr Right to get my next fuck. I’m just a wee bit picky, that’s all.

I revel in new passionate experiences, but casual sex is not my functional goal. Is there something wrong with me?

Maybe Ruby can talk me out of this bull.

AAA & Danish Cookie (Diary Entry No. 245)

Dear Diary,

The past 2 weeks have been very eventful. I had my share of the two extremes but i am still not satisfied. I spoke to Ren about this and she says i need help. I am beginning to crave sex more and more like a means to an end. I am not sure if it is just a psychological manifestation of something much bigger. But i came to this conclusion that I do sleep better after a bonk, i sleep even better with a man next to me.. Such is life.. but then again... i dun want to be waking up with a different man every morning, now do i?

I had AAA (African American Architect) on Monday... had him again on Wednesday...
AAA had quite a cock on him.. but unfortunately didn't know how to use it.. so i'll just leave it at that.

On Saturday, had a crazily wild time with cookie which was just fantastic! We were the only ones at the bar sweating like crazy... Probably due to the intense sexual tension! We wanted to rip each other clothes apart right there and then.. MAN it was mindblowing! but somehow.. the bonk was disappointing.. I was disapointed.

He had a fabulous PAD... Very comfy.. i loved it but if u asked me.. i will not stay for that cock. i came into the office with a ruler in my hand the whole trip down from my house.. can't believe that it was 9cm erect! It that normal?

Cookie had such a beautiful face, a fabulous dress sense, nice shoes, smelled great and he had the most comfortable of beds... i practically sank into it! But for a 9cm cock.. i cannot go back.. even if i do and decide to stay.. i know i will stray cos i actually preferred him Finger fucking me to actually screwing me.. I made him come 4 times that night and that's just with my mouth.. but what did i get???

N.O.T.H.I.N.G

am frustrated, am horny, am waiting for a good bonk.

Ruby must be Blind Bonking now...

REN speaks:

Today is a good day. Finally did some long overdue shopping with my friend Leanne. God i hate shopping. Ruby called and we briefly updated on our day. i had to hang up soon after, as i was about to get into the fitting room. when i hung up, i was wondering why Ruby was laughing throughout the conversation and Leanne was giggling as well.

REN:
what?! Ruby was laughing too.

LEANNE:
u'know, you sounded JUST like Jane.
(from BBC version of Coupling)

*hahaha... i think it's the result of my accent mixed with the fact that i was turning bimbo after all that shock retail therapy my body was not accustomed to.

Like always, i urged Leanne to end the evening with some form of alcohol... didn't realize till later that even suggesting that was coupling style... Upon my first sip of rose wine, Ruby called again.

REN:
hell-lo darrrrling..

RUBY:
hahaha.. hell-lo! what you doing?

REN:
just on my first wine.

RUBY:
Ren, i'm going on a blind date tonight.

REN:
great! good luck! hahahaha...

RUBY:
can you call me when i give you a signal?

REN:
hahaha.. awlrighty.. i'll be here babe.. but you'll never know how it's going to turn out.

RUBY:
yeah, i know.. but just in case..

REN:
okay! have fun dear!

It's 2:30am.. and no siren has been put on. hmmm.. details tomorrow babe!

Babi-tization - Step One

REN speaks:

For the benefit of non-Malay speakers, the word “babi” literally means pig. And the phrase “cheena babi” (Chinese pig) is a derogatory term for stereotypical Chinese people.

I’m not ruling out babis at all. What the hell, I AM one. In fact, one would be shocked to know that the love of our lives were Chinese.
It’s just the stereotypes of ANY race that I can‘t picture myself with.

Back to that night at Balaclava Ruby was talking about..
I was waiting for Ruby at Balaclava.. A club which she recommended were crawling with babis... I texted Ruby.. “First guy I find attractive here is Punjabi. And he is with some chick. Darn..” When she arrived moments later, she IMMEDIATELY identified the one I was checking out. So I took a little comfort in the fact that I wasn‘t alone in my exotic taste. we realized he was some local celebrity... but whatever.
Now, ONE of the fun parts of the night... It WASN"T the guy with that “single” T-shirt we were joking about Rube. At least THAT guy was hip, in his own way. It was another guy, who was fat, nerdy and probably looked 10 years older than what he really was.
We didn’t have anyone to check out.. So I decided to have a little fun.

REN:
Rube, I’ll give you $100 to fuck this guy next to me.

RUBY:
(Eyes widened) Are you nuts? No way!

REN:
Okay, fine. $200.

RUBY:
No! I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars!

REN:
(seriously giving it some thought) I’m not joking. I’m offering you REAL money. I’m not telling you a million dollars because I don’t have it. These are realistic amounts.. So I’m telling you I’m good for it. I swear I’ll pay if you do it.

RUBY:
No!

REN:
Hmmmm.. Okay, $300!

RUBY:
No way!

REN:
(pause.. she's killing me here, but she could have bought me some laughs that would last me a lifetime) $500!!

RUBY:
No!

REN:
Hmmmm… okay, I don’t have cash and I don’t have my cheque book with me. If you’ll do it, we’ll go to the ATM now.

RUBY:
No!

REN:
Fine, fine! $1000!!!! That’s a trip to ANYWHERE in the world!

RUBY:
Ren! I can’t! I just can’t!

REN:
(I lifted my handbag and emptied its contents onto the table) I don’t have much cash with me, but this is what you’re getting. All my cash, my cards which I will withdraw the $1000 with, my mobile phone, PLUS my ipod. So! Do we have a deal?

RUBY:
Rube took another look at the guy, shook her head vigorously, and cried.. (in jest of course) No!!!!

REN:
(HAHAHAHA.. Oh well, on hind sight, I heaved a sigh of relief. )When we left that night.. I turned to Ruby and said.. “okay, we came, we tried”.

RUBY: no! it’s at least a four step process.

REN: Are you nuts?!!! you must be out of your mind! You’re actually thinking of doing this… AGAIN???

RUBY: Ren! At least 4 times before we call it quits.

REN: what the fuck!

Babi-fy us!

Over drinks at the Beer Tavern in Far East Square, Ren and me contemplated our fate with men. I was still sore about my vaginal abrasion episode and Ren simply tired of counting cocks came to an interesting revelation on our 2nd glass of wine.

We needed to “Go back to our Roots” We joked about it over the next glass of wine but after all the shrieking and whining, we made plans to go to the most BABI-FIED place we knew. I would seek out my kind and she would do the same.. I must admit, the both of us were actually nervous. What are we getting ourselves into??


Nevertheless, a week later, we got our act together and it was cast in stone.
Date : 10th May 2006
Time : 6:40pm
Chosen location : BALACLAVA

And that was yesterday….It took every ounce of strength from us to not want to just run out of that place. There were only 1 or 2 live fish in a whole rotten basket of seafood…

The only saving grace : 2 for 1 deals on the drinks! Only $11 for 2 glasses of wine! YAY! So we ordered and ordered and ordered and before long.. we were both looking mighty attractive to each other. After turning down several offers from Ren, She actually wanted to pay me $500 + her handphone + her ipod nano to do this guy who was sitting beside me..

He was wearing a t-shirt that read “ I’m SINGLE” in bright yellow.
How’s that for blatant advertising.. geeezzzz



But I would have to say , the earlier half of the evening felt like it was a disaster in the making but as it got later, it became rather pleasant.. I refuse to believe it was the after effects of the alcohol.

Few surprises we had that made the experience bearable :

1. Mr “I am SINGLE” tuned out to be a pretty sweet guy
2. We got free wine top ups
3. The bouncer flirted with me on my way back from the ladies
4. We got invited to someone’s birthday party in Killiney Road on Sunday
5. We fulfilled our mission to be meet at least 1 of our “own kind”
6. Actually kissed goodnite to our “own kind” twice.
They were eager beavers but what the HELL!
7. Ren and me.. can probably take this to another level..

Another week or 2 of trying perhaps.. perhaps.. perhaps..... if all else fails.. we could always say we tried.... right??

life is not what i thought it was 24 hours ago...

I've been having trouble staying asleep for close to 1 month now. I toss and turn in bed all night and wake up looking like hell. I tried ways and means to get better sleep.. comfy quilts, more pillows, mood lighting but somehow nothing works. Binging on alcohol is a sure way to pass out but that cannot be a long term solution. Definately.

To my surprise, i woke up feeling more rested that i've even been this morning.

The thing is : I wasn't in my own bed.

The scent of a certain man i've loved before consumed me completely. The textures of his bed linen, his two pillows and how his hand always rested on the small of my back as i slept were all strangely familiar and in its place.

Comfort is when a man fits like an old shoe. Even though you've seen everything, its never gets boring. Talking in bed, The giggles, the laughter and the singing. and yes.. sex becomes optional at this point.

His face lights up when he tells me something new, the small frown he has when i talk during foottie matches on TV but the best has to be the way his face looks in the morning.
Lost but contented.

This man is a bad habit of mine.
i leave, he runs after me. i stay.
I forget, he jolts my memory. i remember.
__________________________________________________________________

I’m having trouble sleeping
You’re jumping in my bed
Twisting in my head
Leave me

I’m having trouble breathing
You’re sitting on my chest
I sure could use the rest
Leave me

It’s you Why’s it always you and never me?
I’ve never dared to let my feelings free
Why’s it always you and never me?
I’ve never cared too much about honesty
I’m having trouble sleeping
I’m thinking of what you said
About the tears been shed
Leave me

Brunette desperately seeking Brawn

REN responds to if I had a personal ad…:

There was this chick who threatened to publish my profile on shaadi.com a few years ago. I swore to kill her if she did.
The only redeeming factor about speed dating is the fact that there is alcohol involved in this version of the game. At least that’s what Ruby promised if I went with her. Well, there BETTER be. I don’t see myself going through it with anything less than 5 shots. I’m not against the idea. I just don’t like witnessing men presenting someone else’s best side as their own within the draggy timespan of 180 seconds.

Here’s a suggestion:
How about giving me 3 minutes worth of your ugliest side? And I’ll do the same. And if we're somehow still strangely compelled to remain seated across from each other, and laughing about it, what the hell.. let’s walk down that aisle to the bar baby!

My Personality: happy-go-lucky - life is too short.

Favorite television programs: I’m a sitcom queen. Too many to list. Will elaborate to those who care to know.

My favorite romantic movie: Before Sunrise/Sunset.

My favorite animal: All EXCEPT mosquitoes. Which is not fair.. Because I know they absolutely love me.

What friends say about me: simple, complex, extremely private

What gets on my nerves: Arrogance.

My Mr Right:

Loves to laugh

Loves to travel

Can’t go to sleep when either one of us angry. Because I sure can’t.

Age: don’t think I’ll set a range in stone

Location: don’t care.. I’ll move if He/I can afford it.

Ethnicity: I wouldn’t rule any race out

Big romantic gestures are not important. I opt for a more regular realistic option:
Coming home from work to hear chill-out music he thoughtfully put together. I find 2 glasses, an ice bucket, cans of soda water, a bottle of malt whiskey and a small bowl of bhujia, all resting on a bed of red rose petals. (If his drink ain’t whiskey, that’ll be displayed too. It doesn’t matter what it is) Sprawled on the floor (in front of a fireplace if the country permits it) on huge throw pillows… we recap our day over 2 drinks. And maybe exchange our requests for possible sex games. The music is timed in such a way that after 2 drinks, the mood is now set with the perfect piece of make out melody. We make passionate love.. We then continue the high with probably one more drink, and then proceed to sort out dinner. Beautiful..

If i had a personal Ad..

Ren and Me have been talking a whole lot about settling for one man.. Maybe we have had enough cocks to last us a lifetime but personally for me.. i just don't want to risk another Brazilian episode! You can safely say i was traumatized.

So now, we are exploring the options of finding men we could actually be interested in keeping! Men with a similar interest and agenda. That's why i suggested speed dating.. It's scary to know that you're gonna have to tell everything about your personality, likes and dislikes in a short span of 3 mins.. i mean how to compress everything together?????? but motormouth me, will surely find a way!

As the title goes.. if i had to sell myself on a dating site.. this would be it :


How I Describe Myself

A free spirit who takes everyday with a pinch of salt. Life is too short to keep on asking for directions. Live a little, i'll do something small everyday to yank myself out of my comfort zone.
I'll take my shoes off and dance in the rain! Maybe groove to the music playing in the supermarket while i grocery shop. Only stopping to take a moment to reflect that my Life is actually fun.. : )

Profession: Consultant
Education: Graduate Degree
Religion: Other
Marital Status: Single
Personality: The life and soul of the party
Thoughts on Kids: Will get around to it someday
Thoughts on Smoking: I don't smoke
Thoughts on Alcohol: I drink socially

● My Appearance

Body Type: Dangerously Curvy
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Permanent bedhead
Eye Color: Deep brown
Looks: Good looking
Personal Style: I am a fashion guru :P

● My Tastes

My favorite movie (and why I like it so much):
I am such a girl with this question. My all time favourite movie would be : My Best Friend's Wedding, i simply adore the characters and yeah.. reality does bite when the girl doesn't get the guy! hahaha!

My favorite music (and why I like it so much):
i can listen to anything from METAL to the Classics. I am a chair groover more than anything else but when i dance.. i burn the floor with Shakira and Beyonce!

My Favorite Animal (and what I like about it):
oohhh.. animals are GREAT.. I grew up in a farm for a house... (or at least what my mom used to call it) so why not, you name an animal and i would probably have : cuddled it, smouldered it with love, stuffed it down someone's shirt, scared someone with it, or.. errrmmm.. Buried it???

What friends say about me:
Energizer Bunny.... SIT DOWN before we tie you to the chair!

What makes me happy:
simple things like Hugs and kisses and of cos... Good Chocolate! : )

What bugs me:
ironing.. I can't iron my business shirts to save my life!

What's sexy:
ME! Cooking YOU dinner..did i fail to mention i'm a fantastic cook?


How I Describe My Ideal Match
- A little Adventurous. - Someone who compliments and not polarize me - Confident - Able to laugh at himself - Enjoys my company

I'm looking for a:
Activity partner, Casual dating partner, Meaningful relationship partner, Marriage partner, Someone to talk with about travel, Travel Companion
Gender: male
Age: 26 - 36
Location: All over the world
Ethnicities: Chinese, Japanese, Latino/Hispanic, Middle Eastern, White/Caucasian, Mixed, Indian, Other ethnicity

This is not toooo much to ask for right???? Any of you reading this.. and you would like a relationship to keep.. pls.. drop us an e-mail with your particulars and don't forget to include.. this is important..

PAY ATTENTION :

Penile lenght when erect.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Beast to Prince.. Is it a possibility??

(CONTINUATION)

I felt a sharp pain rip right through me the moment I came out of it. Immediately, took a deep breath and thought to myself, what did I get myself into??

Brazilian was concerned. He slipped next to me ever so gently and gave me a big cuddle and asked if I was alright. The metamorphosis happened right in front of my eyes.. why is he all sweet and cuddly again ?? completely unlike the animal he was a few moments ago..

But still I couldn’t move till the next few hours and the whole time he just held me in his arms as I slept. Woke up, my vagina was numb.... “Never again” were the next few words muttered under my breath… I looked in the mirror and I had a bite mark on my neck…. another reminder of my night in hell…

Things took a turn for the worst as I found out I was spotting. My heart was pounding.. I was so bloody fucking worried! I immediately called up my gyne and fixed up an appointment at the earliest possible time slot.

I would have to give it to my gyne though. He was so crazily polite.. it gave me the tickles..I had my legs opened up and after poking around for a bit , conversation went a little like this :

GYNE : So your partner was adequate ?

RUBY : *Trying hard not to appear shy.. looks up to the ceiling.. and nervously says*
I suppose so…

GYNE : Was this your first time having intercourse with your partner?

RUBY : *In a worried tone* yes doctor… please don’t tell me it’s bad..

GYNE : Well from what I can tell.. It seems you have an Internal Virginal Abrasion.
That’s why you’re spotting..

Ruby : *thinking to herself.. “ WTF is an internal Virginal Abrasion?”*
*Ruby’s heart pounding like mad*
Eeerrmm.. doc, can you tell me what is that exactly??
Cause you’re making me nervous with your jargons.

GYNE : *Smiles*
Nothing much to worry about.. he just went really rough on you causing you to bleed.

RUBY : OOOOhhhh CHeeeeyyy! I thought what! Hahahaha!
* Heart still pounding…* *Thinking of cutting off Brazilian’s cock”

GYNE : I’ll pass you some medicating cream for you to swab..
you should be as good as new in 2 weeks..

RUBY : 2 Weeks meaning.???

GYNE : Please abstain from sexual intercourse for 2 weeks.

RUBY : *In shock* … say again.. pardon...

GYNE : You CANNOT have SEX for 2 weeks.

RUBY : HOLY HELL… NO! is it?? Gosssshhh

The moment i walked out of the clinic still with a sore vagina and $200 poorer..
i swore.. NO MORE BRAZILIANS... imagine the hassle everytime i fucked him..

- it'll cost me 2 weeks of down time..
- a gyne up my alley..
- $200
- me swabbing myself once a day..
- No Sex..
- No sex..
- No SEX

for a nympho like me... its a BIG sacrifice. So Mr B is going on the KHALLAS! List!

All i want is Ronaldo.... NOT!!!!!

I have been MIA especially from this blog but its for a good reason.

I'm terribly HARASSED but somehow I will find the courage to open up and tell you what horrendous catastrophe has crept up my legs and ravaged my innermost being!

i crave for exotic meats and when this opportunity presented itself, I simply couldn’t pass it up! That and the fact that he was a Brazilian, Cute, (Ren will testify) he had a solid MAN's body and does football for a living.. I was having spasms just thinking about him.. How to resist???

He made me laugh over a few drinks…. We walked and talked like old friends and by the end of the night, i managed to get him home and before long…. We were both naked.

The Brazilian had a HUGE cock… I gasped when I saw it! Thought I had hit the ultimate jackpot… going down on him was a major turn on! All changed when he flipped me over like a blooooody prata!

At first I found it rather exciting until he started pounding me like a jackrabbit gone crazy! He was an animal, flipping me in and out of positions that I have never done before. He practically bit into my every inch and breathed me in with every move that he made... It was mind-blowing and intense! I was thrilled that this man was taking me on the ride of my life!

my body was bent, stretched into every position imaginable! The real kicker came when he went into this almost scissors like position and practically rammed himself into me.. I swore I felt him in my stomach. I kept telling myself after that point that my vagina is not made to handle such a big cock… not made to handle it at ALL!

That was the last thing I remembered, I think my body went limp and I went into shock before snapping out of it a few moments before he came….

(TO BE CONTINUED>>)