Get dressed, meet me at (said place), don't wear any underwear
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Posted:Sep 1, 2014 12:57 am
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Woo....that was the first thought that came to mind after I got that text from the bf yesterday. Bearing in mind, he's never been known to be anything close to this...adventurous. So, I had just spent the first three-quarter of the day at the beach (which was overcast, and it even rained, so that was quite a downer. But, I got to catch up with a good friend of mine so that was nice) and was actually complaining to a friend of mine that this bf, so far, actually ticks most of the boxes. He's even got the "fairly large, above average dick" boxed checked. The only thing I really was complaining about was he's...not quite as exciting in bed  It's usually always missionary (which really, in itself, isn't bad). I get to go up once in awhile and we've only doggy'd twice. And we've been going out for about 2months plus now.
Like, I can't keep taking the lead in suggesting that we spice things up right? (Then again, in retrospect, my friend suggested that maybe THAT factor was why I was attracted to him in the first place. A vast change in what has become, my "norm". But that's a little too much psychoanalysis for now. Moving on). We (the bf and  spoke at length about this a few times before and some things, he just wasn't into. Ok, fine.
SO yeah, hence my surprise when he dropped me that text. Of course I was excited!
And I had just got back from the beach and was lazing around at home nude anyway. What better timing! I got ready, threw on a denim mini skirt and a black sleeveless tank top. In my mind I was already prepping to allow for easy access with minimum need to completely remove my clothes  I guess also, in my head, I was already setting myself up for something big, running all sorts of scenarios, and thus, in hindsight, set myself up for a fall..? Anyways, I caught a cab out, met him at where he suggested to meet, and found out that he had made dinner reservations and we were still an hour out, which was fine cos we ended up walking around for a bit. All this time, he took every chance to steal a kiss here, run his hands across my breasts, squeeze my ass here and there, and admittedly, it was doing a pretty good job riling me up.
We finally got to dinner and we had a table in the corner and I had him move his seat beside mine instead of across from me. The minute the waiter left, I parted my legs, grabbed his hand and placed it between them to show him how....excited I already was. I even told him how unlike him this was and how much I liked it 
We still had to get through dinner so we tuned things down a bit and talked. Already in the mood, we started talking about turn ons, and such. Not sure how it got to the topic of partner swapping, swinging and the like, and he kinda made it known that he didn't, couldn't get how people could share partners, or have someone else in the same bed, at the same time. The manner of it all, kinda deflated the mood I was in cos it meant that I still couldn't tell him the truth. Which, was and is, disappointing. I guess I was trying quite...enthusiastically for the argument for it, and how it can be fun, and he was doing the exact opposite. It had gotten a little heated and it ended up in a mini argument. Well, when I say mini...I actually meant "to the point of not finishing dinner and leaving the restaurant silently, without talking" mini
That, naturally kinda dampened the mood severely, but I WAS still...um...well, fucking horny. So I asked if we were heading anywhere, half expecting him to suggest either back to his or my place. We caught a cab back to his place, and in the cab, started smoothing things out again, like a couple of teenagers. At one point I even undid his pants for more room to stick my hand down to reach for his dick (wooooo!)
And THEN we got to his place, the roller coaster ride of my evening took a dive. We got up to his place, and found that his housemate had a few friends over and they were watching football. No biggie, right? We made small talk, and went straight into the room. Didn't take much to tear my clothes off considering I wasn't wearing much, and we tore his off pretty quickly, and midway through, he started getting paranoid that I was being too loud. So I reacted in a way that befitted the moment. I went, "so fucking what?! Just fuck me dammit!" Which worked the first few times. But then he kept stopping to try and tone it down, and after awhile, that kinda killed the mood for me. :S
I did cum once, and it WAS enjoyable, but it the whole thing kinda left a sour taste in my mouth (no puns here, pls..)
He insisted on sending me back, but I insisted I'd be fine in a cab on my own. The minute I got into a cab, I made a booty call. I texted Mr Married, asking if he'd wanna meet. He couldn't, so I moved onto an ex bf of mine, who flew down so fast he was already waiting when my cab pulled up. I told him, in a nutshell, what had happened, how my night went, and how I still had some really erotic energy to get out of my system. Thankfully, he was able to physically take care of that. After, I also found out that he had just had an argument of his own with his gf and she, rather creepily, stayed not too far from where I was
How the stars have aligned.
SO yeah, that was how my weekend turned kinda sour-ish. Now, I start the week feeling guilty as hell to boot. Shit. Ah well....issues issues...
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Get dressed, meet me at (said place), don't wear any underwear
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Posted:Sep 1, 2014 12:56 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2014 6:51 pm
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Woo....that was the first thought that came to mind after I got that text from the bf yesterday. Bearing in mind, he's never been known to be anything close to this...adventurous. So, I had just spent the first three-quarter of the day at the beach (which was overcast, and it even rained, so that was quite a downer. But, I got to catch up with a good friend of mine so that was nice) and was actually complaining to a friend of mine that this bf, so far, actually ticks most of the boxes. He's even got the "fairly large, above average dick" boxed checked. The only thing I really was complaining about was he's...not quite as exciting in bed It's usually always missionary (which really, in itself, isn't bad). I get to go up once in awhile and we've only doggy'd twice. And we've been going out for about 2months plus now.
Like, I can't keep taking the lead in suggesting that we spice things up right? (Then again, in retrospect, my friend suggested that maybe THAT factor was why I was attracted to him in the first place. A vast change in what has become, my "norm". But that's a little too much psychoanalysis for now. Moving on). We (the bf and spoke at length about this a few times before and some things, he just wasn't into. Ok, fine.
SO yeah, hence my surprise when he dropped me that text. Of course I was excited!
And I had just got back from the beach and was lazing around at home nude anyway. What better timing! I got ready, threw on a denim mini skirt and a black sleeveless tank top. In my mind I was already prepping to allow for easy access with minimum need to completely remove my clothes I guess also, in my head, I was already setting myself up for something big, running all sorts of scenarios, and thus, in hindsight, set myself up for a fall..? Anyways, I caught a cab out, met him at where he suggested to meet, and found out that he had made dinner reservations and we were still an hour out, which was fine cos we ended up walking around for a bit. All this time, he took every chance to steal a kiss here, run his hands across my breasts, squeeze my ass here and there, and admittedly, it was doing a pretty good job riling me up.
We finally got to dinner and we had a table in the corner and I had him move his seat beside mine instead of across from me. The minute the waiter left, I parted my legs, grabbed his hand and placed it between them to show him how....excited I already was. I even told him how unlike him this was and how much I liked it
We still had to get through dinner so we tuned things down a bit and talked. Already in the mood, we started talking about turn ons, and such. Not sure how it got to the topic of partner swapping, swinging and the like, and he kinda made it known that he didn't, couldn't get how people could share partners, or have someone else in the same bed, at the same time. The manner of it all, kinda deflated the mood I was in cos it meant that I still couldn't tell him the truth. Which, was and is, disappointing. I guess I was trying quite...enthusiastically for the argument for it, and how it can be fun, and he was doing the exact opposite. It had gotten a little heated and it ended up in a mini argument. Well, when I say mini...I actually meant "to the point of not finishing dinner and leaving the restaurant silently, without talking" mini
That, naturally kinda dampened the mood severely, but I WAS still...um...well, fucking horny. So I asked if we were heading anywhere, half expecting him to suggest either back to his or my place. We caught a cab back to his place, and in the cab, started smoothing things out again, like a couple of teenagers. At one point I even undid his pants for more room to stick my hand down to reach for his dick (wooooo!)
And THEN we got to his place, the roller coaster ride of my evening took a dive. We got up to his place, and found that his housemate had a few friends over and they were watching football. No biggie, right? We made small talk, and went straight into the room. Didn't take much to tear my clothes off considering I wasn't wearing much, and we tore his off pretty quickly, and midway through, he started getting paranoid that I was being too loud. So I reacted in a way that befitted the moment. I went, "so fucking what?! Just fuck me dammit!" Which worked the first few times. But then he kept stopping to try and tone it down, and after awhile, that kinda killed the mood for me. :S
I did cum once, and it WAS enjoyable, but it the whole thing kinda left a sour taste in my mouth (no puns here, pls..)
He insisted on sending me back, but I insisted I'd be fine in a cab on my own. The minute I got into a cab, I made a booty call. I texted Mr Married, asking if he'd wanna meet. He couldn't, so I moved onto an ex bf of mine, who flew down so fast he was already waiting when my cab pulled up. I told him, in a nutshell, what had happened, how my night went, and how I still had some really erotic energy to get out of my system. Thankfully, he was able to physically take care of that. After, I also found out that he had just had an argument of his own with his gf and she, rather creepily, stayed not too far from where I was
How the stars have aligned.
SO yeah, that was how my weekend turned kinda sour-ish. Now, I start the week feeling guilty as hell to boot. Shit. Ah well....issues issues...
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Finally! Got a blog out! I should write more...
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Posted:Aug 19, 2014 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2014 12:56 am
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Maybe I'm not meant to be posting yet...it's been well over a month since I last posted anything and the minute I log on, I choke on my cup of coffee and end up spewing some over my work station! :S Hmm...okaay. After cleaning up, I can't even remember what I had wanted to ramble about to begin with.
It's not like I've run out of stuff to ramble about. I just (well, not JUST just, about a few weeks now) got back from a fantastic holiday on my annual meet up with some very good friends. Aside from having, well most of our sexual fantasies fulfilled (that WAS the point for meeting up, after all), we actually got a lot more emotional than before. I guess all of us are older and have gone through much, and have come to appreciate what we, each of us and collectively, have. It was very nice. But alas, that holiday high has since waned, even my tan lines are disappearing. Two of them from the group are dropping by for a visit in a few weeks though, so that should be nice.
Attended a colleague's wedding last evening (who gets married on a Tuesday evening?! But all things considered, it was a really nice and simple one. Mental note) and naturally, a host of us from work showed up. I flew solo (keeping the new bf out of my "work world" for now) and saw mr married there too. A fairly large group from the wedding went to the club that was right beside the hotel where the wedding was, with the bride and groom, for some after wedding drinks. It was getting late and I was getting ready to go when I get a text from mr married, who I thought had already left cos I didn't see him after the wedding dinner ended.
I was actually in the ladies, texting the bf when mr married texted me. He asked if I was still there, where I was, and after I told him, asked if there was anyone in the ladies with me. I liked where the line of questions was leading, but wasn't crazy about doing it in a tiny cubicle in a bathroom of a club. Turned out mr married was already in his car, so I told him I'd meet him back at the office. It was close to midnight by the time I hopped a cab back there. I didn't have my office key card with me so I couldn't get into the office, but I managed to take the stairs up to the gym, which was one floor below. I texted mr married and he met me there. He beeped us into the gym and we made straight for the showers. We got on like a couple of teenagers, and he didn't even remove my dress completely. I was in a halter top dress, so he undid my top and hiked up the bottom
It was hot, sweaty and coupled with the alcohol from earlier, I almost passed out. LOL We took a bit longer going a few rounds, and by the time we were getting ready to leave, it was 4am in the morning! We both panicked, grabbed our stuff, and sneaked back out. It was past 5am by the time i got home, showered and got into bed. Needless to say, I was late this morning coming into work. And over lunch, some colleagues were talking about finding a purple cotton thong in the ladies bathroom in gym this morning. My purple cotton thong, to be exact. I just played dumb and nodded mostly, trying not to smile (I couldn't find it in the dark...it musta still been soaked...eeew...sorry )
SO yeah, anyways. That has put me in a somewhat of a quandary. I've been struggling with this for awhile now. I like my existing lifestyle. I like my existing relationships that I have. It's a struggle to maintain them, and it definitely has its ups and downs. I also like what I'm developing with my new bf. The thing is, he (the bf) has given quite clear indication that he won't be okay with it. SOo....i guess for now, I'm keeping both worlds separate. This is gonna be...challenging. I've always wanted to keep things straight, as in tell those that I get involved in. But...ah well. Lets see how this plays out.
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I have a confession to make
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Posted:Jul 15, 2014 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2014 10:08 pm
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I may be....ok. Let's do this right I can be petty, vindictive, and a class A bitch. So I've just been told this morning. Which begs the question, why now, and why am I still in such a good mood?
I ran into my ex bf this morning. I had an early morning meeting and was at a cafe buying my cup of coffee before heading back to the office when he comes up, taps me on the arm and says hello. (Which was a stark contrast to the last time we spoke. Actually, yelled) After we split, he kinda gave my number to some guy he knew (one of his friends that I didn't know about when we were going out). This said person was also someone I have seen in my work (same industry). He calls, sets up a meeting (I thought it was a work meeting) and basically made a horrific pass at me. (The horrid details of it is in one of my older posts).
ANyways, in retaliation, aside from leaving him one long, vulgar, screaming message, I also kinda used the keys he had given me (he DID tell me to), went back to his place, cleared out all my stuff. While doing so, I also kinda helped myself to his favored comics collection. Some of it. Well, when I say some, it's more like an entire shelf. Ok ok...more like 3 whole book shelf space. Yea, that's all of his comics. What can I say, I was pissed. The idea I had, at the time, was to burn it all. Well, no. The idea was to inflict pain cos he's spent years and time, and money collecting them. Painstakingly. But yes, the idea was to burn it all, until on my way out, one of his neighbors saw them, and offered to buy them from me. SO I did. He offered me $100 for an entire series of hard cover X-Men. I got him to help me carry everything out to the cab, and took $20. I sold the rest to a comic book store for $150. That's 2 boxes of comics. In mint condition.
Anyhow, so I bumped into him this morning after a few months of non-contact, and it was surprisingly pleasant. He's still upset that I kinda stole his stuff Well, technically, I didn't cos he DID give me the keys AND told me to go over and clear out stuff. Regardless, he apologized, and I apologized and it would seem like we've made peace. We'll still steer clear of each other's paths for the moment. But yea...how strange. Was it wrong? Most surely. Do I feel vindicated? For a fleeting moment, not even close. Forgive and forget? Yea...why not
Kinda also got me thinking about ALL the spiteful things I've done. LOL ANd trust me, I am actually quite ashamed. LOL
Funny now though, but still. Quite embarrassing Ah well, personal growth and all. Hope your week's turning out well.
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Is there ever a good time?
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Posted:Jul 15, 2014 10:37 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 9:43 pm
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Hola blogland. I'm stuck waiting for my laundry to be done so why not blog Talk about awful timing eh? Who does their laundry at midnight? Heh...I was at the gym and I had sweaty clothes and...ah well, let's not bore you with my reasoning.
Soo...I am officially attached. Um..well, again. This guy that I've been dating for awhile, we talked it through and I swear, it still feels like friggin high school, but yea. It's official...? We've been dating for a few months now and we haven't had sex yet. This is somewhat new territory for me. LOL But the wait has kinda made the anticipation...quite enjoyable. Anyways, there IS a sexual tension and for once (ok, maybe not once..) I haven't given in to my urges and ripped his clothes off. Yet. But yea, haven't done it. He came to pick me up on Friday night when I had to work late and, well, I was thinking about it, but then we got all serious and one thing led to another and it didn't happen.
I think he must have sensed it too cos he called me and said he was in the area and offered to come over. It was impromptu on his part cos we didn't plan to meet on Saturday at all. But he called and said he was in the area, which, given the circumstances, was fantastic. Except, I had Mr Married over at the time and I was supposed to see him off to the airport for his trip. So no, he couldn't come over then. I made up some excuse and told him we couldn't meet, and I'd meet him on Sunday, which I did. But before we get to that. Odd timing, you say? Well, at one point when I was telling Mr Married about my new guy, I was actually on top, riding him. Now, we've had this relationship between us for a long time now and it really didn't seem like such an odd thing. Talking while we fuck.
It's not like we do it ALL the time, like a running commentary. But we talk while fucking. A few friends of mine that I've told have mentioned to me it's weird but...heh. I guess it is Of course sometimes it CAN get a bit hard to concentrate on what the fuck he's saying when it gets intense..but..you know.
SO yea, timing.
There were a lotta things I had in mind to post about. Like it's been over 7 years since Mr Married and I hooked up. By far, this is the longest relationship I've had. It didn't start off being what it is now. I didn't know he was married to begin with. We DID try to end it. Several times. Ah well, a long story if I get into it and one for another time
Also, timing. Like I've told all the people I get into relationships with about Mr Married and a few other that I get together with from time to time. It's one of the main issues those relationships don't last. Well, ONE of the many issues. But let's not psychoanalyze me. Not for today
So yea, timing.
When do I have this chat with him? Heh...let's keep that for later too eh? First things first
Oh, on the lighter side of oddly timed news. An old friend of mine offered me a 3-day job to play dress up. LOL
According to him, it's either a Cosplay event, or for Halloween, depending on which he needs me for. Knowing him, and the kind of...events he throws, it probably involves some form of raunchy costume. I used to do it for him a long, loooong time ago. Pays pretty well for 3 days of work. But its soo weird. Like really? Heh..after all these years
Uh...oh, washing's done. Gotta go. Til next time...thanks for reading.
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Satsifying the cootchie and the weather. How strange...
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Posted:Jul 5, 2014 10:51 pm
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2014 9:52 pm
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I never thought the ability to satisfy the cootchie is tied to the weather but of late, it kinda seems like it. Blowing hot and cold, I mean. Rain one day, hot the next, thunderstorming, then blazingly hot, and so forth. Anyways. Been through a spell of...dates that ranged between lackluster, unsatisfying, to downright upsetting over the last few months. Then decided I'd take a break from dating, like seriously, mentally shut myself out, and boom. Things start to happen.
About a month plus ago, this guy starting dropping me messages online. It was a nice enough message and I replied. It started off with nothing in mind (at least for me), then moved on to texting, then he started calling and we started talking. It was back and forth for two weeks before we actually met and I was, in hindsight, embarrassingly nervous about meeting up. Never thought I'd feel like that again but ah well, you know how things go. So fast forward, and we've been at this for awhile now and it looks like it's heading into "official" dating zone. The talk hasn't happened yet, but it kinda looks like its heading that way (he's touched on the subject a few times now). The thing now is, I'm about to leave on my annual trip to meet up with the same group of friends whom I've been meeting with yearly, for the last 6, 7 years now, and it's gonna be one of those trips that involve...very little clothing and a fair bit of bodily fluids exchange. We've been planning for awhile now and my logistics have all been settled.
The reality of it is, he knows I'm going on a trip and I've left out the details of it. Some of my friends tell me I should let him now but I probably won't. Eventually, I might, depending on how and what happens. But yea, we actually haven't even had sex yet (which is, to be honest, quite surprising ) so...maybe the subject of how much of a freak we are in bed need not come up yet. So yeah...heading into another serious relationship, maybe? But all relationships are serious...right?
Moving on to something a little...well, on a lighter side of.
About three weeks ago I attended a company party. A few of us had a little bit much to drink and I ended up in a cab with two others. The cab was supposed to drop all of us off at our designated locations, but after dropping the first person off, he kinda got impatient with the girl I was with, who was pissed drunk and...kinda making a slight nuisance of herself in the cab, and took off after I had helped her out of the cab to her door. Yup. He just fucking took off after we got out. Maybe I shouldn't have paid him...he even kept my change. Anyways. I help her in, and she starts whinging and asked me to help her into the shower. She's 22 and interning in my friend's department, but we get along. Still, I was hesitant. She then threatened to hurl, which I was appalled at, so I grabbed her and helped her into the bathroom. She didn't hurl, then started kissing me and peeling mine, and her clothes away. I guess I gave in and well, we showered...well, kinda. We got wet and I ended spending the night. Anyways, the following week I find out the she's never been with another girl before and now, am kinda sticking with me at work. Which was weird. So we had a little talk in the middle of the week and..well, I told her I wasn't looking into getting into anything with her and she seemed fine with it so...we'll try to keep it professional. So far so goood. Let's hope it stays that way
Nicest dick ever:
So yeah, back to this guy that I've been seeing for awhile. We went to the beach yesterday and it was the first time we've actually seen each other with that little clothes on. Well, it's never actually fair cos he was in boardshorts which covers more than a bikini does, but...anyways. Oh! Just for the record, I liked what I saw He trains regularly and it showed. LOL And thus far, me like
Which inevitably got me wondering how his dick might look like. LOL (come on...you do that too right? Uh..ladies, help me out here..) There were also a LOT of people at the beach and a fair amount of other eye candy, so yeah, the thought about his dick started trailing off to the number of dicks I've seen and which was the nicest. Haha..yeah, chain of thoughts moving laterally..? So I concluded that it had to be this guy I had a thing with years ago. It wasn't the biggest dick, but slightly above average. Fairly thick and rock solid. Like a real handful..um..mouthful. Well, full all around Nice tight round balls, vein-ish and smooth. I dunno what it was about his dick but it definitely takes the pick of nicest dick ever. Too bad who the dick was attached to wasn't half as pleasant. But ah well, you can't have everything I guess.
Nicest tits
Which brings me to this. There was also a group of girls laying a few feet in front of us. One of them had the nicest breasts ever. Now, I don't usually do this kind of envy but I certainly wished I had tits like hers It was nice, round, bouncy and very tanned too so light just shone nicely off them. Heheh. I noticed him staring but..damn. Can't blame him. I was staring too, i bet.
Nicest ass
So I figured I'd round it off (pun intended) with the nicest ass I've seen. I could easily pick some celebrity but I decided it was one of the first ones that actually caught my eye waaaay back when I was a There was this girl in my school and she was one year older than I was. She was shorter than I was and I'd always see her on Saturdays when I had volleyball practice and she had track and field practice. I remember her in her shorts and tights and damn that girl was all ass What clinched it for me was the first time we went out as a group and I saw her in jeans. Damn that apple bottom ass. heheh...
Nicest ass I've seen on a guy has to be in the gym. Guys who squat, hot damn! I like em supported by nice muscular thighs. Oh yea..LOL
So anyhow, that's my random update this time round. Hope your weekend's going well
Happy Hump Week all!!
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On dating and bad decision making
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Posted:Jun 15, 2014 12:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2014 7:06 pm
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The entire time, each time, it happened, I thought, "okay, that wasn't very wise. It can't get any worse right?" Then it does. Seriously. These last two weeks have been...challenging, to say the least.
So I've been single for awhile now (well, officially single, anyways) and have been dabbing back into the dating game. And it has honestly been sooooo damn long since I've been on dates, I think i've officially lost touch. Like, how many dates before you decide, okay. I want to see you naked. Yeah yeah...there aren't any hard and fast rules but, it's been weird. Anyways, of the few dates that I've been on, I'm picking the 2 that stood out.
Guy 1 - The Youngin'
Met this guy at bar while having a few drinks with some friends. I gave myself some time off from seeing anybody since my last breakup and this was the first person I actually piqued my interest. Maybe it was the alcohol. That could be it too So he came up to me, and I instantly saw how young he was. I wasn't interested at first but admittedly, he was quite cute He held a conversation for awhile too so that kinda softened me up and we swapped numbers. We texted and spoke for a couple of weeks, and in that time, there was no mention of our age. It just didn't come up. He was pretty tactful in that manner. Anyhow, I only saw him on the weekends and didn't think much of it, until one fine evening, he met me after I had attended a work party. There was a fair bit of sexual attraction in the weeks leading up to that particular weekend so, again, I blame the alcohol, we met and got a LOT more cosy than how we usually are. One thing led to another and he suggested we go somewhere a lot more private. I'm like, yeah! At that point, it was about 2 months plus since I was last with someone, so. My pussy was screaming for satisfaction! LOL
So we hop into a cab, and he picked a hotel that, uh..i would never have picked. I thought, okay...let's not let that be an issue. (Bad decision moment, just in case you were wondering...). We get to our room, and I got him to strip, which was...pretty damn entertaining, if you catch my hot-bod-physically-fit-with-chiselled-jawline-and-Bradd Pitt-fightclub-washboard-abs drift. So there he was standing nude, and there I was admiring his less than 10% bodyfat physique and his little soldier standing at full attention, I asked him how old he was I don't know why, and of all time. Turns out me using the term "little soldier" wasn't far off. He was, now this is both painfully confusing and deathly embarrassing for me, only turning 22. And yes, he was a soldier, in the army. Ouch. I wasnt sure what to do, but I actually broke out laughing. ANd I blushed. And then proceeded to have an awkward time. LOL
He came a little too quickly. 3 times. First was when I just held his dick (which was rock solid, I might add) and squeezed his balls. Seconds into that, he burst his load on my hands. Second was also, seconds into penetration. And third wasn't long after that What he lacked in endurance, he did make up with in exuberant enthusiasm with his tongue and hands. He still texts me now and then but I told him I wasn't really looking into anything serious. My last bf wasn't that much older than he was when we started dating so. Didn't seem like it was gonna happen beyond the physical attraction. And even that has passed. Plus I had thought I had met someone else a little more...suitable. Or so I thought. Which brings me to:
Guy 2 - Chicken Shit guy
This motherfucker though. A friend of mine downloaded some dating app into my phone right after I told her I was ready to start dating again. So this guy dropped me a message and we started talking. We met up a few times over lunch (he'd drive out to where my office was, which was nice at the time), then it somehow progressed to dinners. As it happened, I thought I could really speak to him. Like he gets a lot of the things I say and likewise, and our conversations were generally, really enjoyable. So this was the one where I was wondering how many dates it would take before I wanted to rip his clothes off. And the more dates we went on, the more I wanted to rip his clothes off. I've even been to his place twice for dinner and managed to keep it under control. Midway through our dating ritual dance, I told the friend of mine who downloaded the app for me, that I had met this guy. She went and did some digging and found his profile on a certain photo-sharing website, and it was quite clear he was married and had a family. So I asked him about it, to which he didn't deny, but said that they were divorced. I was like, okay. No biggie right?
I mean, I was even at his place and didn't find any indication otherwise. It looked like he was living there alone. So that issue didn't last very long, and not long after, I invite him back to my place. Sex was good. I mean, the anticipation of it all, everything leading up to it. It was nice to finally get our clothes off. It was conventional, good'ol missionary and me on top stuff. There wasn't even doggy. And I tried really hard to not let the freak out, least not yet. I figured the pushing him back and grinding myself while seated on his face would and could come later.
So anyhow. It was all good until the whole of last week, he got all shifty. He was unresponsive to my calls, and only replied late into the night. He blamed it on work, and I had my doubts, but brushed them aside (again, bad decision making ). We had an argument and I had asked him again, after telling him that I just wanted the truth. It's really not my business if he was looking to cheat on his wife, but I was just not going to be a willing party in all this. I wasn't angry at him, I just didn't want to be caught in the middle. That's it. He kept telling my that he WAS divorced, and that he and I were serious. We were still arguing when I had to leave for HK this week. So all this week, he was texting me and stuff, and I was already thinking in my head, that it's not going to be worth it. Then he called, and asked to meet yesterday, right after I had got back. On one hand, I was thinking it's not worth it. And on the other, I thought let's give this a try. I could be wrong. Ha!
So I got home, rested, dressed up for a night out and met him for dinner. I even tested the waters a little and wore something that didn't require a bra. I figured I'd push the boundaries a little more, right? Ok. So we got to this place where there was an outdoor dining area. All was well. Then midway through our meal, I remember I was talking, and he just went rigid for a second, then excused himself. He told me he had swallowed something funny and had to use the restroom. So he got up, grabbed his phone and keys and rushed to the restroom. Initially, I was even worried about him. Then as I sat there, it had dawned on me. I looked up, and he was nowhere to be found. I gave it a minute of so, then I grabbed my purse, got up and walked towards the main entrance, wanting to ask if any of the waiting staff had seen this guy. As I got to the entrance, two ladies looked like they were in a heated discussion with the maitre' d. I immediately slowed down, turned and passed them by walking behind them. I heard one of them mention his name, I'm guessing they were asking the maitre' d if his name was in the reservation list. My heart literally sank. I had thought it, but never did I think, at one point, that I would have been right. I walked towards the ladies, then turned to take a side exit out looking for the carpark. When I got near, I see his car turn out of the carpark, and unbelievably, drive off. He just fucking sped away.
At that point, I was sooo fucking angry I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. I think I did both. I felt horrible. Still do. And embarrassed. And angry. I stood in the dark in the carpark for a good 10 minutes before the restaurant called. The reservation was under my name. I went back, paid and left. I didn't even touch my dessert (which I am now slightly regretting) So yeah, chickenshit motherfucker. I had half the mind to walk up and tell his wife, or call or even go over to explain. But what's the point. I'll stay out of what is not my problem. It wasn't my fault. What an absolute retard though.
Wow. This was a long one. Um..if you've read it through, well thank you for reading
I'm gonna go to the gym to blow off some steam. Have a good rest-of-the-weekend all!
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Think I just fucked myself over with my last post :P
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Posted:May 21, 2014 11:12 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2014 7:05 pm
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I should really think about stopping or at the very least, taking my weekly updates in a different direction. I think I might have just jinxed myself with the last one. Since then, shit has hit the fan and I have since split with the girlfriend :S So yea, back to being single (as much as I can) again. I really should take time off and actually be single So yea, that last post has fast become one of those that I chance upon and cringe. Still, I'll leave it there as a reminder.
Before moving on, in retrospect, she was always the rebound from my last relationship before that so, guess it was never fair to her. In any case, it's done and that's that. I've always known that it wouldn't really last, but still, surprised me it ended the way it did. Hmm...depressing. Think I WILL take some time off and really spend some time with myself, by myself for awhile.
On to stranger news. Went back to Muay Thai classes last evening, as part of taking time for "me" now that I can, and the instructor was demonstrating something on me. We both had gloves on, and she was talking and swinging her hands up. Except everytime she swung, she kept hitting me in the breast. I guess it was quite unavoidable, given the positions we were in, but still. Felt weird having it slapped that way. I'm just glad it didn't hurt Still, I guess that's as much action as I'll be getting for now
Aaaannd then there was this. Earlier in the week, I met up a good friend of mine for dinner. He had messaged me while I was at work and somehow, I ended up telling him about my most recent break-up. He was nice enough to meet me for dinner and we ended up talking a great deal and catching up, which is really, always nice. I had met him after work, and he showed up in a pair of dark blue berms, which was all fine. Except that, when we got up to leave, he had stood up first, and his berms had buttons instead of a zipper in front, and this genius of a man, did not bother wearing briefs under. So he stood up, and the buttons in front had come undone. The moment he stodd up, his dick had popped out from his berms, and was literally hanging out.
The table beside us had a couple, and the lady was seated beside him. I just went "wait!" (and maybe I shouldn't have), and the couple seated beside us, of course, turned. The lady turned her head and was greeted with the sight of my friend's dick staring back at her. She gasped, and turned away, and by this time, the guy had already stood up, and was furious. This of course prompted other diners to stop and look up from their tables, and then there were several gasps in unison. My friend, realizing what had happened, immediately bent over and tucked himself back in. I, meanwhile, was still seated, and with the shock passing, was laughing away so hard I was tearing The couple beside us didn't find it all that funny and made a police report, which the restaurant had to cooperate with, and held us there until the police arrived.
It turned out to be a looooong drawn-out affair, where we had to travel to the police station, fill out a few reports, and my friend now has to pay some fine at a much later date. It was really funny at the moment, and makes for a still funny story, but I kinda feel sorry him. So yea, guys, IF you choose to go commando, please be careful.
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Doing f-all at work on a Friday? Of course...my pointless-ranting-week-in-review.
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Posted:May 16, 2014 1:54 am
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2014 6:58 pm
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Hey...you've been warned in the title...
I'm getting really distracted and am having a really rough time concentrating at work so, what better way to focus my energy than to add another blog entry This has been a strange week for me. I started out trying to extend and build from the joys of last weekend, where as much as it happened, was really fun and positive. And that has left me feeling really sensual and sexual too so this is the summation of my week thus far.
Went to work on Monday as per normal and Mr Married came to look for me. We normally stay out of each other's way at work, but he caught me on my way out during lunch (which he later confessed to doing deliberately) and we spoke. He asked if I was staying late and I told him I couldn't cos I had to pick my gf up at the airport, and we left it at that. He then texted me to say that he had wondered why I had worn such a short skirt, and that he now understood why. He was being cheeky, and as expected, he started asking what I had on underneath. I ignored him at first but he kept texting me so later in the day, I grabbed an envelope from the mail room, went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, put it in the envelope, sealed it, wrote his name on it and left it in the mailroom
He received his mail close to 4pm, and immediately texted me asking if I needed a lift to the airport. LOL He knew the flight I was waiting for was touching down only at 8pm, but suggested we'd leave earlier, as in immediately. We eventually left close to 5pm and ended up driving for about an hour looking for a suitable spot, and ended up back at the basement carpark at my apartment building, but never leaving the car. Which was a little silly cos by the time we were done, we were both sweaty, sticky and very messy I had wanted to run up for a quick shower and change but it was close to 7.30pm by then and he drove me straight to the airport. I cleaned up best as I could and barely made it in time. By the time I got to the airport, the gf had already cleared customs and was coming out the gates.
The minute she saw me, she had this look on her face, and I thought, crap. Let's just play it cool. So she came out, we embraced and the first thing she said to me was that I smelled of sex. It must have been the mood I was in, cos I just smiled and kept quiet. She must have had a good trip too, cos I thought we were going to have a fight again, right there and then. She accused me of not even bothering to clean up, which I protested vehemently, cos I sooo DID try. She surprised me by smiling, and told me that she'd have to find a way to...punish me for my..."misdeeds". I was like really? Who the hell uses "misdeeds?!" Of course, I didn't say that. We spoke about our time apart, about her trip and all until we got into the cab and she leaned over and slid her fingers between my legs and in me. I was more surprised and shocked than anything but we kept our conversation normal enough the cab driver didn't seem to notice. She kept her hand there and wiggled her fingers every so often (which of course, got a reaction) the entire trip back. We went straight back to her place where i got tied up and introduced to her new uh...toy that she had just bought It was a double dick strap on. So yea...Monday night was...loooong. Actually, it's been a loong week, really.
What I found more pleasantly surprising was our conversation that followed the whole of Tuesday. We talked. Like really talked. About our recent spats, and how I spent my weekend. Like I told her everything. She still doen't seem really happy about it but was taking it a lot better than I thought she could. So long story short, I told her about how I was feeling extra sexual this week and had kinda agreed (with mr married) to go without underwear to work the whole week. She laughed, and am still not sure how, but kicked it up a notch by saying we'd try at have at least once a day of getting naked at work. Like we'd go somewhere, strip naked and call each other. We've...managed to keep that up for all days except today, so far, and it has proven to be...interesting, to say the least. I can feel this game...winding down a bit but we'll see. It's been a real surprising week thus far so. You never know.
And I've got a Stripped/Striped theme party going on later. It's organized by a friend of mine who's really active in the LGBT community and it kinda feels like one of those gathering. I wasn't really interested to go cos, on one hand, I am all for equal rights, but a lot of these gatherings can become quite...tiring. Maybe I'm just tired, I dunno. But anyways, this friend of mine promised that it would be a party, and less of a gethering in protest, and the gf thought we should go (which is also another surprise cos she also usually doesn't like to go to these things) and we kinda have matching dresses LOL
I can't believe I'm going to end up like those couples-dressing-similar type, but hey, everyone's gonna be dressed similar cos its themed. The only issue now is changing and leaving the office cos the plan is to leave what I'm wearing behind and collect it tomorrow (maybe) and going from here. The white and blue-striped dress I have is short, barebacked and very thin. And regardless of what you may think, I am not letting anyone from here see me in it Well, at least I'l have the "Stripped/Striped" theme nailed. Have a good weekend all. This has been my rather pointless-ranting-productive thing for the day. Now to see what other mischief I can get up to while I wait for everyone to leave....
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Of COURSE I'd end up in a hotel room without any clothes...
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Posted:May 9, 2014 10:29 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2014 11:29 pm
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Aaaad hello again. Seems I'm logging on here for quite a bit lately and, why not another unplanned entry. If nothing else, at least it's cathartic. Had taken the evening off to send the gf to the airport earlier. At least we managed to make up after the humongous fight we had earlier this week. Make up sex was...angry. And a little rough, if I must admit. But I guess that's a given when you get involved with a full-fledged S&M practitioner
Had to run back to work after that cos I had a call to take and I figured I'd take it from the office. Had already planned on working late so that wasn't so bad. It was dark out and the entire area near the office was already dead quiet when I left. On the way out, I get a call from Mr Married asking if I was still in the office, and if I had wanted to grab a late night bite. I wasn't at all hungry but I guess we can figure out where this was heading On the way to meet him, I bumped into a really old friend of mine. Like from waaay back. We were close once and it was so strange how it felt like it was yesterday, and we chatted like it hasn't been close to 10 years since we last met. He was with his wife, and the 3 of us ended up having a drink to catch up. I texted Mr Married to let him know where we were so he could join us after. This old friend of mine, from way back, we (meaning our mutual friends) have always known of his....kinky penchant for anal sex. It was to the point where everyone who was close to him had taken to calling him anal, when we used to hang out. So while we were talking, I couldn't help but notice that his wife was this really petite, sweet, innocent looking thing, very pleasant, soft spoken and, well, really nice. Of course, my mind wandered and wondered if she was..giving up the back door.
I'd like to say she didn't look like she would have been, but then again, I know for a fact that you really can't tell by looks anymore. Or if ever. SO yea, already in general, I often look at people and wonder what kinda strange, twisted ways and how they get off...heheh. Hmm...
So anyhow, Mr Married showed up, we had a few drinks, hung around for a bit longer and we left. I had complained to him a few times throughout this week that I was tired, and had had a really long week. So when we left, I thought we'd just go back to my place and uh...aside from a good fuck, just chill. So I didn't question when we got to his car and he drove off. Turns out, he drove us to a really nice hotel. I thought, okay. Slightly different, a bit out of the blue, and quite pleasant. We check in, told the bellhop we'd get to the room ourselves, and took the lift up. There were a few other people in the lift, so nothing happened there. Lift door opens, we get out, I orientate myself so I know which direction our room would be, and walk on ahead of him. I turn around and saw that there was no one else, and that he was already undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Okay, figured two can play this game. I continue walking in front of him, slowed down a little, and reached behind and start unzipping my skirt. Two more steps and I wiggle out of my skirt and let it fall. I head him laugh a little behind me but didn't bother to turn around. I stepped out of my skirt, left it on the floor and continued walking towards our room. I start on the buttons of my blouse and work through them fast enough. Our room wasn't much further so by the time I got to the door, the buttons were undone and I was standing there with the front of my blouse open,in my underwear and heels. I turned around to face him, and he had deliberately slowed down, knowing that I had to wait for him with the key card to our room. Fine, I thought. He's in the mood for games I smiled, bite my lower lip, and removed my blouse and threw it on the floor in front of me. He already had his shirt unbuttoned and was stroking his already hard dick through his pants, and still he was taking his time. Okaaay...I smirked, undid my bra and hung it on the handle of the door. By this time he was probably just 6 steps away, but he stopped. The hallway was really brightly lit, and my skin was a little flushed from the alcohol I had, and I was basically naked, so I felt the chill from the air conditioning. He wasn't moving. I run my hands over my thighs, up over my belly and over my breasts and squeeze my already erected nipples (it was cold.. ) He moans, took one step forward. I wasn't waiting. I turn around, reach down to my waist and pulled my underwear down, sticking my ass up. I step out of my underwear, turned around and sling-shot it at him It hit him in his chest cos by this time he was literally in front of me. He pressed himself against me, and sandwiched me against the door. We locked lips and I felt him press his crotch into me.
I reached up and pulled his shirt back his shoulders, then reached down to undo his belt, then his pants. No way I'm standing butt naked, in my heels out here alone. I dived down to pull his pants down, when we hear a door latch click. We panicked, as we always do, in these situations. LOL I asked him for the key card, and he's trying to pull up his pants, cos the keycard was inside his pants pocket. By this time, I hear a door open and 2 voices. Aaaand then we hear the lift go "ding!", and more voices, indicating MORE people had come up. I don't know why (and it's laughable really) but I just turned to face to door LOL He nudged me aside, slipped the keycard in, and we pushed ourselves into the room. By this time I was laughing so damn hard I was hunched over. He closed the door shut, stood behind the door panting and laughing, and his pants dropped. He kicked them off, grabbed me, threw me on the bed and, well...ok. I was about to say fucked me silly, but honestly, the first round was...kinda premature
After I gave him his 10 minutes to recuperate, he did make me cum a few times so, that was very satisfying
It's always nice to fuck by a floor-to-ceiling window, watching the world go by  Fast forward 2 hours, and he gets up to leave. And THEN, we realize that he had NOT picked up the clothes that I had left in the hallway. Of course, I send him out to check, and OF COURSE, they are gone. So now I am stuck in this room, alone, sitting by the window, butt naked and typing. I should also mention that he had got me a spa package for tomorrow, in this very hotel. One that I find, hard to go to now cos I don't have any clothes
He's gonna pop by again tomorrow so, he's gonna get me some clothes. He better, cos I'm not missing my day of pampering Now the next scary thing is, what on earth is he gonna get, that I kinda have to wear. Ah well..guess I'll find out tomorrow. Gonna hit the sack now. Hmm....nah. I am not going down in my bathrobe tomorrow
Til next time. Have a good weekend all!
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Really?? The joys (and dumbassness) of youth.. ;)
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Posted:May 5, 2014 9:06 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2014 10:30 am
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Whoa! Two posts in a day?!?! Friggin unheard of! Well...beats the crap outta my call with the States now so...yea.
Saw something a little......different earlier. Was walking back from lunch and there was a young couple (early 20s, at max) in front of me. The guy was cycling, and the girl was standing on top and behind the bike. Like there was a footpeg extending from the rear wheel of the bicycle and she was standing on it. Anyways, she was in a dress and they cycled past me and they were going real slow, like the guy was struggling to control the bike. The girl was in a dress and the moment they passed, I noticed that her dress was flying up at the back and I could see her ass. Like I even saw her panty liner (yea...my poor eyes).
So at that moment, I decided I'd do my good deed for the day. I called out and they stopped (they weren't very far away, given how slow he was cycling) and I told her that her ass was visible from her dress consistently flying up. I didn't expect what happened next - she jumped off and screamed at him "I told you! I told you it'd happen!" To which he replied, "oh! Sorrysorrysorry!"
I smiled apologetically (kind of..) and walked off and let them....sort their shit out. Like really? You didn't feel that draft? Ah...the joys of youth
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Unconditional? Hmm...anal sex and nipples. Yea...
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Posted:May 4, 2014 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2017 10:43 pm
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Damn I'm tired. There was a point I had wanted to bring up in here but I've put it off for so long, now I can't really remember what it was Ah well...I was thinking about this yesterday. Ok, this is real opportunistic cos I had a huge fight with the gf last night. But anyhow, I was thinking - the only form of real, unconditional love exists, probably, between parent and . Even that, we see many cases of never being so. But between spouses, be it married, dating or whatever rocks your fancy that lies in between, there really isn't. Love is usually, not unconditional.
The first condition, is usually, the idea that the person has to return that love. THere are a hosts of other conditions, but you get what I mean. FOr a lot of us, (present company sooooo included) we manage to love someone to a point where we can't, or more accurately, decide that enough is enough, and go "well fuck that!". I suppose for some people, this information, or way you look at it, is common knowledge. I guess this is the first time I'm seeing it like this. In any case, its a major breakthrough to me.
Uh..what else..oh! Right. Anal sex. It's been a long while since I've dabbled at it. (Well, since the last bf). A few months ago, I was on a work trip and made a little detour before flying home to join Mr Married for a weekend of humps and thrusts. It was our first humpitty hump weekend in about a year and a half, maybe. And since I had split with the last bf, this was to be my first male sexual encounter since. (My whole swearing off males for awhile thing...don't remember? Well nevermind then) So we met up and got down and dirty really quickly. Mr Married has never been..well, he has never asked or suggested anal sex but of all times, he did. I wasn't really...well, wasn't prepared for that at all, but was kinda intrigued by his sudden surprise suggestion, and well, when you're in the middle of it and horny, you'd be surprised at what you let slide
So yea, we had anal sex. He was slow and gentle and all but ever since, i can't remember when, I kinda blacked out for a few seconds when I felt his dick slid into my ass. Which kinda surprised me. Well, cos this wasn't my first roller derby, so to speak, and it hasn't happened in awhile. But anyways, he was a little awkward, and it was, inevitably messy (yea, the truth about anal sex ) but heck, it was enjoyable That, was a fun weekend. I see him a few times a week but we've not been intimate since so....we'll see if he insinuates it again
Uh...what else, what else...yea. I'm still constantly surprised at how uncomfortable people get with nipples. Was out over the weekend and the gf and I (before our epic fight) were out walking her dog. It was mid morning and I had thrown on a tshirt and shorts without any underwear cos we were just gonna walk around her area. I get some stares, I do. But a lot of them were stariing like I was carrying dolphin. Like really? Felt like it anyway. Them staring, not me carrying a dolphin...oh nvm. Which got me thinking, why do guys even have nipples? Ok, aside from sucking on them. Like really? What function do they serve?
And a few weeks back, someone actually came up to me to ask why I even bothered wearing anything at all when I was out by a pool in my mini bikini. I told him simply that it makes me feel sexy. And that's the truth. Cos frankly, my minis aren't meant to cover much. But I like the way it feels on me and I actually like the tan lines I get. I mean, what other reason could it be? Of course, he thought it was to put on a show (how typical, right? And to be fair, not everyone thinks like that. Only selected idiots)
Ok, random sporadic thinking done. Til next time. Thanks for reading. Hope you get laid
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The nip slip - to tell or not to tell. That, is the question
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Posted:Apr 20, 2014 8:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 3:58 pm
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Greetings all. This blog comes to you in a much better mood than the last one. Oh, and for those who posted and sent me kind words of support, I thank you very much. That was nice. Anyways, back to this. Been traveling for work the last week and I extended my trip over the long weekend to spend some time with some old friends of mine. We went snorkeling so I spent the entire day on a boat, out at sea, and by the beach. It was fun, to say the least.
There were 9 of us, including the two guys who manned the boat and equipment, and of the remaining 7, I knew 2 (a couple) personally. The other 4 (all guys) were their friends who wanted to snorkel as well. We were told to stick together and not stray too far away from each other, so we did. Towards the end of the day, I was swimming around in the sea a distance from the boat with 2 of the guys, and we were signaled to swim back to the boat. The 3 of us have been swimming away from the main group for quite some time now and I had thought they were nice enough to accompany me. So we swam back and I started to climb back out onto the boat when on of the guys who swam with me tapped me on the arm and told me that my bikini top had slid to the side and I was showing. I checked and true enough, I had pulled a nipslip. Or rather, a half-my-boob-was-out slip. So I adjusted, thanked him and went back onto the boat. I wasn't embarrassed per say, just..i wasn't expecting that to happen. I had specifically picked a decent swimwear, one that I usually use to swim laps in so, you know. Wasn't expecting it. Went back and hung out at the beach, and then later in the night, we also went to a club. I thought he was quite gentlemanly for the way he acted but otherwise, didn't really give it much thought.
It was later in the night when, after telling these same two guys who were hitting on me, that I just wasn't interested, that I find out that the entire time we were swimming, my tits were out. And that, THAT, was the reason they were swimming with me. We must have been swimming for an hour plus at least. All that time. And they only decided to tell me right at the end. I was shocked for a split second, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing (I smacked them in the arm a few times for good measure).
Then the conversation went down the road of, whether you should say something or not, if you see a nip slip, or anything similar for that matter. I think you should. That's my take on it. One of the guys agreed that was the nicer thing to do, but the other disagreed, saying it would cost more harm than good.
Honestly, what do you think? To tell the person or not?
This of course, has got me thinking about other similar situations, and I've always stuck to a rule. I don't normally say anything if it's a one gender environment. Like in pole class, where it's all female. In several...precarious positions, boobs are spilling out all the time, depending on what we wear. There are certainly enough cameltoes in spin and yoga classes too. Those ones are a little trickier, cos...well, I had wanted to say it's not as overt but some people have cameltoes that scream "HEY! I"M HERE!!" LOL
So yeah, unless it's super overt, like that dude in yoga who's balls keep sticking out, I'll tell him. If not, I generally don't. So, what situations would warranty telling someone and what wouldn't?
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