I met Maria a few years back on a dating site. I don't normally meet women on dating sites, but I do love them for flirting. They help me keep my flirting skills sharp. I remember stumbling across her page and her height caught my attention.  She was 6'4" which I though was very sexy. I myself being 6'6" thought that gave me an edge, so I sent her a message. I even managed to find the exact set of messages we exchanged.

Bones: Hey I came across your profile and I just wanted you to know I'm taller than you.  =)
Maria: Hey you are. I don't often meet people on my level.
Bones: I also noticed your profile says you like movies. Looks like we have two things in common.
Maria: I love movies. I'm watching Titanic right now.
Bones: You know whats really funny? I've never seen that movie.
Maria: lol really? It's like my favorite movie. You should watch it.
Bones: Do you have it on DVD?
Maria: Yes. Why?
Bones: Well... I have a bottle of wine, a 52" plasma screen TV, and a very comfortable couch. So, unless "my place" is a little too forward for you, maybe you should come over and watch it with me.
Maria: Well that is a little forward, but I wouldn't say it's TOO forward.  What's your phone number.

She called me shortly afterwards and we talked for about twenty minutes. Just casual chit-chat. I was too busy changing my clothes and cleaning up my place too really pay all that much attention. Luckily for me she did most of the talking. I had my place looking nice by the time she arrived. I also dimmed the lights for ambiance. Soon after, she came over with the Titanic DVD. She was pretty cute for an "online dating site" girl. I poured us a few glasses of wine and we watched the movie. About half way through the film, while I was refreshing our drinks, I noticed she looked a little chilly. I had a blanket draped over the back of my couch for just such an occasion. I offered it to her and she accepted. She even decided to share it with me.

Just after the movie Maria needed to use the restroom. I decided to play my piano while I waited for her. I played the Theme from Titanic just to show off. When she came out of the restroom, she noticed me playing piano. She was really impressed with my talent, and had me play her more songs. After I finished playing, I went and sat next to her on the couch. We talked for a little while, mostly just casual flirting, and I noticed a very strong sexual body language, coming form her. I started hitting on her and making a few minor, yet crude, sexual suggestions. She didn't respond negativity to any of my advances. After a few more minutes of flirting, and suggesting, I leaned in and kissed her. We made out on my couch for about ten minutes before I started exploring her body with my hands. I started slowly rubbing her chest, and I unhooked her bra. Eventually I made my way down to her pants and undid them. Much to my surprise she wasn't wearing any panties, which I thought that was very sexy.  I rubbed her clit for a little while and I could tell she really liked it. After a few minutes of that I slid my finger inside of her and started thrusting it. She was really getting turned on by this. In fact after a few minutes of that, she reached her hand into my pants and started rubbing my tool. It's not very often a girl does this to me, but it's a real turn on. After a few more minutes of our steamy romance, I whispered in her ear "lets take this back to my bedroom." She nodded in agreement and I led her to my bedroom, by the small of her back.

Once we got back to my room, I laid her down on my bed and our steamy romance continued. Most women are fairly passive in this situation, they tend to just lay back and let me do all of the work, but Maria was very aggressive. Not only did she have her hands in my pants, but she even managed to take off my clothes and her own. It didn't take long before she asked me if I had protection. I did of course. I reached for a condom off of my nightstand and when I went to put it on she took it and did it for me. I've never had a girl put a condom on for me before, but I defiantly enjoyed it. After I was all set I climbed on top of her. I could tell she really wanted me, but I decided to tease her a bit by letting my shaft slide firmly up and down her clit. This drove her nuts, and after only a few seconds of this, she decided she couldn't take it anymore. She reached for my manhood and put it into position. When I didn't insert it right away, she moved her hips towards me to do the job. That was another huge turn on. I started slowly and eventually worked myself up to a much faster pace. She seemed to be enjoying herself, so I started going a lot deeper. Dispite my fail-proof "harder, deeper, faster" method, it took me a while to get her off, probably about twenty minutes or so. She really gave me a work out, and I didn't have the energy to give her another, so I finished. I rolled over and struggled to catch my breath. She smiled at me and informed me of how impressed she was with my performance. She mentioned that not a lot of guys could get her off. That was defiantly an ego boost. We laid there and chatted for a few more hours until she go dressed and went home.

We dated for a few weeks after that, it was a very casual "no strings attached" fling we had, which is what I think we both wanted. It was a very give and take type of relationship. I needed some arm candy for a charity benefit and she accompanied me. She was having problems with her truck not starting, so I installed a new starter for her. Our short relationship was filled with little "hook up's" here and there that usually ended with a night of good company, good conversation, and good sex. I think we both knew our little fling wasn't going anywhere, and after a few fun filled weeks, we stopped seeing each other.




I met Daisy a few years ago at a local coffee shop called DejaVu Coffeehouse. I noticed her as soon as I walked in. She was very pretty and she was the only barista working that day. It was slow, as it often was, and there weren't any other costumers in the store. I ordered a cup of coffee and she smiled and got it for me. As she was pouring it she mentioned it was unusual for someone to only get coffee. She went on to explain how most people ordered cappuccinos or macchiatos. I just told her I was old fashioned in that sense, and how I appreciated a nice cup of coffee. We exchanged pleasantries, mostly small talk, while she prepared my order and I payed her for my beverage.  I could tell she was flirting with me, but I've kind of made it a personal rule of mine to not approach waitresses, bartenders, or baristas.  Not that I don't think they wouldn't fall for my charm, but because women in those types of professions tend to flirt for larger tips, and most men, including myself, are easily mislead. I wanted to stay and chat for a while longer, but I was in a hurry that day and didn't have the time.

A few days later I went back looking for a cup of Joe.  Once again it was just Daisy working and no one else was in the store. She poured me a cup of coffee and told me it was compliments of the house. I tossed a twenty in her tip jar and sat down to drink my beverage. She thanked me for my overly generous tip and I smiled. When she noticed I didn't add any cream or sugar to my coffee, she asked me why I drank it black.  I told her to grab a cup of her own and join me and that I'd explain it to her. She grabbed a cup and sat next to me, I sensed it was more out of curiosity, than her actually flirting with me. I went on to explain in detain how most people drank coffee wrong. Most people drink coffee like they drink any other beverage, but to truly appreciate it, there's a complex system involved. I went on to explain how you're supposed to smell it first, then sip it slowly, then let it roll across your tongue and down your throat. It really is great when you drink it this way, but most people add cream and sugar so they can drink it faster, and kill the bitterness. She was amazed, and even a little embarrassed, at how much more I knew about her profession, than she did.  I could tell I impressed her, and I wanted to start flirting with her, but a few other customers came in. I stayed for a few more minutes, to see whether or not if I would get another shot,  but it looked like she was going to be busy making complex drinks. I smiled at her as I left and she returned it.

A few days later, I was getting some coffee at different local coffee place, when I saw Daisy, sitting at one of the tables, drinking a cup of black coffee. I got a cup of my own and walked over to her and said, "looks like somebody isn't a very loyal employee" She looked up at me and smiled. She responded by telling me how I wasn't a very loyal customer. I was just about to walk away when she asked me to join her. I sat down next to her and mentioned how I noticed she was drinking her coffee black. She told me it was because I showed her how to drink coffee properly, and she had been trying different coffees from different places. We chatted for a few minutes, and I noticed she was still flirting with me, even though we were in a situation where I wasn't going to tip her. I started doing a little flirting of my own. After about twenty minutes of casual flirting and conversation, I told her I knew of a great coffee place, and asked her if she'd like to join me for a drink sometime. She smiled and asked me if it was going to be a date. I told her "sure you're cute why not." She blushed a little and told me to call her to set it up. When I asked for her phone number, she got up, threw me a very wry smile and told me "a smart person could figure that out" as she walked away.  I was truly impressed by that. She just challenged my intellect and that's not something that happens to me often.

Getting her phone number wouldn't be easy.  All I knew about her was her first name, her approximate age, what she looked like, and her place of employment. I started by checking Myspace and after only a few minutes of searching, I managed to find her page. It didn't have much useful information. I found out her last name, age, and her email address was listed in her contact information. I searched through her posts for anything useful but all I found out, was that she was single and looking for an "intelligent guy." I looked her up in the phone book but that didn't give any results. I Googled her email address and found her Facebook page. It was another dead end, but I did notice she was attending the local college and she listed a few of the classes she was taking. One of the classes was Sociology, and after contacting the school, I found out what the professors name was that taught that class. I set up a fake email address under that professors name and sent her a carefully worded but legitimate looking email asking her to update her contact information. She responded within twenty minutes and listed her cell phone number in the email. Mission accomplished.

The next day I went to her work to get a cup of coffee gloat about my victorious triumph. While I was parking my car, I pulled out my phone and sent her a text message telling her I found her number after all, and asked if we were still on for our coffee date. I went inside and ordered my usual cup of coffee. She smiled at me as I walked inside, and mockingly mentioned I'd never find out her number.  I gave her a very dry smirk, as she poured my coffee, and told her she should check her phone. As I sat down, she went into the back to check her phone, and sure enough, there was my text message. She came out with an shy smile on her face and congratulated me on my success. I told her she was the first girl I ever had to "stalk" just to get her number, but I did appreciate the challenge. After a few minutes of flirting, we made plans to have a coffee date for the following week.

Our first date was pretty typical. We just had a cup of coffee, exchanged pleasantries, and did a little flirting. Nothing about it really caught my attention, but we defiantly had chemistry. Our conversation didn't dry up at any point. I could tell from her body language that she was a little shy, but it didn't strike me as excessive or out of the ordinary. After we finished our coffee I walked her to her car. I usually go for a kiss on the first date, but I didn't feel as if this date provided me with a proper setting to do so.

After a few days, I called her again to arrange another date. She accepted my offer, and we made plans for the following evening. It didn't come at a good time for me because I was almost completely broke. I was going to have to think of something clever for this one. I stopped by a local flower store and got her a single daisy. Then I stopped by a local liquor store and got a bottle of chianti.  I picked her up around seven o'clock that evening and gave her the flower I bought. She smiled at my small token of affection, and fashioned it into her hair just above her ear. I've always thought it was sexy when I girl puts a flower in her hair. Soon after we set off on our date.  I drove her up into the mountains and parked my car on a little pull off. I grabbed a backpack out of my trunk and we set off on a little hike to a good place with a view overlooking the city. When we got to a good spot, I pulled a blanket out of my backpack and set up a little picnic. I poured us a few glasses of chianti and set up a little portable stereo to help create an atmosphere. She seemed impressed with my makeshift budget date. We chatted for several hours while we watched the sunset. She seemed comfortable around me by this point and her shyness was almost completely gone. I felt good with the direction our date was going by this point, so I decided to lean in for a kiss. I brought my face close to hers, I came maybe 90% of the way and let her come the other 10%. It worked out and we kissed for a several minutes. I brushed my palm gently against her cheek and slowly  moved it down towards her chest. She pulled back when I reached her breast and I could sense I might have went too far too fast. I stopped and apologized for my actions, and warned her that I've been drinking and I tend to get a little handsy when I kiss someone. She smiled and told me she would stop me if I went too far. I kissed her again and waited a little while this time before I made any sexual advances. I would sometimes trail my kissing across her cheek and down her neck. She seemed to like it when I kissed her just behind her ear. Usually when I kiss a woman they get turned on when I breathe heavily close to their ear. This method seemed to be working to my advantage in this case, because I could tell she was really liking it. After about thirty minutes or so I decided to go for her chest again. I started slowly this time and ran my hand down her side to her hip, lightly brushing it against the side of her breast, on my way down. Doing that didn't get me any negative response so I tried my luck again. I moved my hand back up in the same manor, only this time I stopped for a few seconds and gently applied a little pressure to the side of her boob. When I got no rejection to my little trespass, I just full on went for it. I used my left hand, which was resting behind her and holding up her weight, and unhooked her bra, in one quick fluid motion. I've done this to a lot of girls, and it takes a little practice, but once I got good at it, most girls nowadays don't even notice I've unhooked their bra. After a little more kissing I moved my head down to her ear again and started kissing her there again.  I moved my hand back down to her stomach, and while I was breathing heavily into her ear and nibbling on her earlobe, I moved my hand up to breasts letting my fingertips slip underneath her shirt and bra. At the same time I used my left hand that was holding her up, to pull her closer to me. It was a very passionate yet, calculated move, and this time she didn't reject my advancement. After a few minutes of that, I could tell she was getting really turned on. I re-positioned her onto her back and moved myself on top of her, letting my manhood rest on her clit. I kissed her passionately and dry humped her for about twenty minutes, before I whispered in her ear, "I want you so bad." She didn't object my proposal, probably because she was enjoying herself so much.  I leaned back onto my side and undid her jeans.Once again she didn't stop me, so I slid her pants down and slowly drug my fingertips up her smooth legs, stopping at her inner thigh. She spread her legs apart, and I could tell she wanted me to touch her, but I teased her for a little while. I let my fingers drag against her clit from time to time, which she seemed to really enjoy, but I mostly just rubbed her inner thigh. After a few more minutes of teasing I ran my middle finger down her moist clit, and thrust it deep inside of her. She moaned loudly with pleasure and relieved anticipation. While I had my finger inside of her I removed my clothes and put on a condom. I could tell I was just about to make her cum, so I stopped, climbed on top of her, and slid my manhood deep inside of her. It only took me a few minutes to get her off. I made her cum about four more times, over the course of the next half hour, before I finished. I rolled over and lit up a smoke, while we both struggled to catch our breath. She mentioned how fun that was and how she never expected it to go that far. We stayed there for a few more hours talking , before I drove her home. That's one of my fondest memories, chatting naked with Daisy under the moonlight.

She called me the next day wanting to hang out. I told her straight out what my intentions were. I said I wasn't looking for a relationship, and if we were going to date, we needed to keep things casual. She told me that was fine, that she wasn't looking for anything serious either We dated for a few months before we decided to call it off. She wanted more out of our relationship and I wanted to keep it casual. It was a very mutual break up. She told me if ever I wanted a more traditional relationship, to give her a call. I assured her I would, and even if she ever changed her phone number, I'd find it.


How to read a womans body language.

Learning how to read a womans body language isn't easy.  Some people can do it naturally, while for others, it takes years of practice to truly master the skill. Several researchers belive that women use body language to depict 90% of their communication.  In this guide we'll go over a few basic tips. We'll start st the head and work our way down.

Hair : Pay attention to what she's doing with her hair.  If she's twirling, flicking, or caressing it, that usually indicates she's attracted to you.  The act of preening usually means she's concerned about how she looks to you. A lot of women will often tuck their hair behind an ear, or twist a lock of hair around their finger subconsciously. This usually means she's into you.

Eyes:  A famous philosopher once said, the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Pay attention to where her eyes are looking.  If she's looking up, she may not be all that interested in you. If she's looking down it may indicate she's shy or nervous. If they're not on you then do or say something to get her attention. There is never a need to have a staring contest, but eye contact is important. Look into her eyes while she's talking, this will tell her that you're paying attention.

Lips:  Keep an eye on her lips. If she's pouting, licking or chewing her lower lip, this usually suggests strong sexual attraction. If she's smiling a lot, this usually means she's in to you, or she's happy in your presence. If she has a smirk, usually composed of tight lips pulled back and up, this is a bad thing. A smirk usually shows contempt, or superiority.

Neck, Chest: Although it's EXTREMELY RARE, sometimes she'll caress her neck, chest, or even her inner thigh. This indicates a high level of sexual attraction. It usually means the she's "suggesting" on a subconscious level, and maybe you might be able to touch her in the same spot later. The self touch allows her to fantasize what your touch might feel like. Keep in mind this is very rare, so rare in fact I couldn't even find a proper picture to depict it.

Hands, Fingers: If her arms are crossed over her chest. it usually means she's guarded and defensive. Try and get her to loosen up if this happens. When a woman is using her hands to help illustrate whats she's saying, it's usually an indication that she wants you to pay attention to her. Pay close attention to her fingers. If she's using her fingertips to touch or caress something, really anything, this indicates a sign of intrinsic calmness, self-control and waiting. If she's tapping a rhythm with her fingers, it's a sign or impatience. If she's touching her mouth or lips, It usually indicates she's deep in thought, often times it's a sexually charged thought.

Legs, Feet:  Take note of the position of her legs. When a woman consistently crosses and uncrosses her legs, it's usually a sexually charged movement. When she opens her legs without meaning too, it's a classic Freudian opening symbol, that women use subconsciously to indicates courting signals. If she's taken off her shoes, or she's dangling them on her feet, it's a good sign that she feels comfortable with you. Also keep in mind where her feet are pointed. If they're pointed at you that's a good sign, that often means she's interested in you.  If they're pointed towards the door, then that will likely be her next move.

This guide is a generalized look at a womans body language, and may not fit the woman you intend to read.
Not all women have the same body language. Especially shy women.
Beware of cultural differences. Women from Asia may not exhibit the same body language as woman from the United States.
Never look at a womans cleavage. Even if she has it out on display. Women always find this degrading, especially on a first date, so resist the urge.
Never assume a that "seemingly sexual gesture" means the woman wants you. If you make advances based on poor body language reading, it will most likely end badly.

Always remember practice makes perfect. Pay attention to everything she does. Over time you'll get better and better at knowing what to look for. Once you can read a womans body language efficiently, you'll be able to pick the one girl out of dozens of other women, that is interested in you. With enough practice you can even use your own body language to effectively send her subconscious signals.


I met Sarah in the late summer of 2005.  She moved into the apartment next to mine. I didn't officially meet her until a few days after she moved in.  I used to play the piano in the afternoons, just to keep in practice, and one day I left my door open to help cool my apartment from the summer heat. Sarah was walking by and over heard me playing.  She poked her head inside my doorway to listen to me play. I heard her walking up, and knew she was there, but I just pretended I didn't notice her.  I played her a few songs, really just trying to impress her, before she applauded me. I turned around and thanked her, and invited her inside for a drink. She accepted my offer and came in. We had a glass of wine and chatted casually, mostly about my piano playing. I welcomed her to the neighborhood. She mentioned she was new in town and attending the local college. I offered to show her around sometime, just to be friendly, and she said "I'll defiantly take you up on that sometime."

The next day, while I was practicing my piano skills, Sarah knocked on my door. I got up and answered it. She mentioned my offer to show her around and asked if I knew a good sushi place. I mentioned a few I knew off the top of my head, and started giving directions. She looked at me puzzled and asked me if I would drive her because she would probably get lost. She told me that if I drove her she would buy me lunch. I thought it was unusual, but nontheless I accepted.

I drove her to Nimo's Sushi Bar.  Their sushi is not the best in town, but the atmosphere and name of the restaurant is just awesome. We chatted casually over lunch. She was difficult to read but I could tell that she was flirting with me. There was an autographed picture on the wall of an Asian man holding a guitar. Sarah pointed it out to me. She giggled and mentioned musicians were very sexy.  I gave her a sexy smile and told her I could play the guitar as well. I knew she was into me at this point, but I didn't come onto her just yet.  I really liked the idea of a cute girl coming onto me.

A few days passed before I saw Sarah again. I wasn't really sure what I should do. I wanted to go for it and ask her out, but I was just loving the idea of letting her come to me. If I made the next move, I would lose my chance to have her come onto me. On the other hand if I waited for her, I might lose the opportunity all together. I decided to take the safer route and I knocked on her door. When she answered I asked her out to dinner. I went on to explain she needed to let me pay her back for lunch the other day and I wouldn't take no for an answer. She accepted my offer and we made plans for eight o'clock the following evening.

That following evening I knocked on her door at exactly eight o'clock. Much to my surprise she answered it wearing nothing but a towel. I laughed and mentioned how I wasn't planning on getting her clothes off until after dinner. She gave me a very wry smile and invited me in to wait.  After a few minutes she came back properly dressed, and we set off for the restaurant.

I took her to one of my favorite "date" restaurants, The Moot House. During the course of our meal we chatted casually. I slowly started hitting on her and flirting with her. She responded to my advances with a little flirting of her own.  Just minor stuff that I've trained myself to notice. She would curl her hair around her finger as she talked too me. She would let the strap from her top fall down her arm, and pull it back up onto her shoulder. She would laugh at every humorous thing I said, even if it wasn't really all that funny. Just little things like that. I could feel the sexual tension growing between us.

After we finished eating I drove her home. As she was unlocking her door, I noticed the strap from her top had once again fallen down her shoulder.  I moved my hand to it and slowly slid it back up her shoulder. Our eyes locked at this point, and I could feel the sexual tension between us once again. I leaned in and kissed her.  We kissed in her doorway for a few minutes before I invited her across the hallway to my place for a few drinks. She smiled shyly and declined my offer.

The following evening, while I was practicing my piano skills, Sarah knocked on my door. When I answered it she asked if she could come in and listen to me play for a while. I told her that'd be fine and I poured us a few glasses of wine.  She sat on my couch, and listened to me play for about an hour. After I was finished I refreshed our drinks and sat next to her.  She told me she had a thing for musicians and complimented me for knowing how to hit all her buttons. I mentioned I had a guitar in my bedroom and asked her if she'd like to hear me play it. She told me she'd love to, and followed me to my room.  We both sat on my bed and I played her a few songs. I felt that strong sexual tension between us once again. If I remember correctly I was right in the middle of playing and singing the chorus from Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, when she leaned in and attacked me. She started kissing me very aggressively and unbuttoning my shirt. I've never had a girl come onto me so strongly before, and I just want to say, it was awesome. I went to roll her over onto her back so I could start exploring her body with my hands, but when I went to move her, she pushed be onto my back, climbed on top of me, and started grinding me. She continued this for a few minutes, occasionally saying things like "you're so fucking hot" and "I want you so badly" or my personal favorite "I want too feel you inside of me." I went to unhook her bra but before I could, she leaned up and took her shirt and bra off in one quick motion.  I reached my hands down to her pants and was trying to unbutton them, but once again she took charge. She rolled over onto her side and undid my pants. She pulled them down, just past my hips and started giving me head. I wasn't used to a girl being so aggressive and I wanted to take charge of how the situation was progressing, but none of that seemed to matter when my manhood was inside her mouth. While she was busy doing her thing, I reached over to my night stand and grabbed a condom. By the time I had it out of the package, she had taken her pants off and was ready for me. I barely got the condom on before she climbed back on top of me and started grinding me again. I was inside of her for about twenty seconds or so before she had her first orgasm. About every two minutes after that she would get herself off again. She continued this for about thirty minutes before she tired herself out. That's when I rolled her over onto her back, and had my way with her. I got her off a few more times before I finished. After it was all over, I rolled over onto my back, and we both struggled to catch our breaths.  I lit up a smoke and jokingly thanked her for her vigorous actions. She laughed and told me it was her pleasure. We laid in bed and chatted for a few hours before she got dressed and went home.

I called her the following day and told her straight out that I wasn't really looking for a relationship. I told her we could date but we needed to keep it casual and low key. She accepted my terms and we dated for a few weeks. It was a relationship based around sex. Almost everyday after she got home from school she would stop by my place for sex. About four weeks into our relationship she told me that she was falling for me, and unless I changed my mind and wanted more from our relationship, maybe we should stop dating. I really respect her for doing that. Most girls I've dated try to change my views on relationships and force me into something I don't want. We both agreed to end it before it went any further.


I met Jen completely by accident.  It was on Myspace.  I was new to social networking at the time, and I had no idea what I was doing.  I was searching my local area for friends when I came across Jen's page. Soon after I realized she wasn't the person I was looking for, instead of clicking the leave page button, I mistakenly clicked add friend.  A few days later I got a message from her.  It turns out she just downloaded Myspace IM, and when you do that, it sends a spam letter to everyone on your friends list to join Myspace IM if they don't already have it.  I thought it was an actual message and I assumed she wanted to chat with me. So I downloaded Myspace IM  and sent her a message. Thanks to the incredible log keeping Myspace IM uses, I was able to find that exact conversation. Here it is.

Bones: Hey I got your message.
Bones: Whats up.
Bones: Hello? 
Jen: what message?
Bones: You sent me a message on myspace saying you wanted to chat with IM.
Jen: i did?
Bones: Yea it says I should downlaod and install myspace IM so we could chat.
Jen: oh lol i think it sends that to eveyone on my friends list
Jen: its a spam letter they send
Bones: Oh I see.
Jen: just ignore it
Bones: Sorry I'm new to myspace.
Bones: Thanks for the clarification.
Jen: no prob c ya
Bones: Wait.
Jen: what?
Bones: You're cute =)
Bones: Just thought you should know.
Jen: umm thanks?
Bones: So...
Bones: What are you doing today?
Jen: well its my day off and i have a ton of laundry to do
Bones: You should blow all that off and come have a drink with me.
Bones: Do you know where Elliot's Martini Bar is?
Jen: lol i dont even know you
Bones: pfft... We're myspace friends. That's good enough.
Jen: for all i know you could be some deranged stalker
Bones: A stalker that wants too meet up at a public place in the middle of downtown?
Jen: it could happen
Bones: I find that offensive.
Bones: Do you always assume the worse in people?
Jen: lol no
Bones: Then let me buy you a drink.
Bones: If you're as cute as your picture, I might buy you two =)
Jen: lol ok what time
Bones: eight o'clock sound good to you?
Jen: yea i guess so
Bones: Then I'll see you there.
Jen: wait is your picture recent?
Bones: My picture on myspace?
Jen: how will i know what you look like?
Bones: Yes it's up to date.
Bones: I'll be the tallest guy there. You should spot me fairly easily
Jen: ok i'll see you there
Jen has disconnected

Much to my surprise, Jen actually showed up. I held true to my word and bought her a drink. She turned out to be as cute as her pictures on Myspace, so I bought her two, as promised.  Although she was very attractive, I could tell right away that Jen wasn't the type girl I typically go for. I usually prefer a more girly/feminine, quiet/shy, down to earth, type of woman.  Jen was more of a strong willed, closed minded, outspoken/direct type of woman.  Other than her physical beauty, (and she really was gorgeous) I didn't really find Jen all that attractive. Her personality was bold and robust.  Our conversation was one sided and unintelligent.    I felt as if we lacked a lot of common interests and values. The're really wasn't any chemistry between us as far as I could tell, but nontheless I was polite and charming.  We eventually finished our drinks and said our goodbyes.  We didn't make plans to see each other again but I did say "I'll see you around"

A few days later I got an IM from Jen.  She said she was bored and she wanted to hang out. I had nothing better to do, so I accepted.  I arranged to pick her up and take her to a drive-in movie theater. I didn't really want to hang out with her again, but I myself was bored, and It's hard to say no to someone so attractive. When I picked her up, I could tell she was into me from how she was dressed.  She was wearing a sexy little, spaghetti strap, half top, that exposed a lot of her ample chest, and firm stomach.  I've met a ton girls like Jen, and I usually end up thinking with my penis instead of my brain.  It's hard to turn down someone so attractive just because we don't click. I also noticed she had a different attitude.  I could tell she was trying to flirt with me because she was much more submissive, and eager to please, than what I remember form our last encounter. When we got to the drive in I could tell right away that she wanted me to make a move.  I've dated a lot of women, and throughout my experiences,  I've become very good at reading body language and subtle gestures. I know when a woman wants me, and Jen was throwing me all the right signals.  I purposely parked my car in the back of the theater with a lousy view of the screen.  When Jen suggested that I move it to a better spot I responded "I wasn't really planning on watching much of the movie, I thought maybe we could just make out the whole time." She giggled flirtatiously, and was probably about to reject my bold suggestion, but I leaned in and kissed her, before she got the chance. I half expected her to slap me for using such a bold method, but instead she just kissed me back. We kissed for the entire duration on the movie.  About every fifteen minutes or so, during our kiss, I would get a little "handsy" and start exploring her body. She stopped me each time by gently moving my hands away from her fun parts, but I didn't let that hinder my approach. It seemed like each time I touched her chest or inner thigh, she would let me have my way for just a little longer with each attempt, before she stopped me.

During the intermission, between the two movies we "watched" Jen took a break from our steamy encounter, to use the restroom. I used this time to gather my thoughts and have a quick cigarette. During my smoke I got a very unusual SMS message from an ex-girlfriend that I haven't seen in months. It read as follows:

Sarah-Your on a date with one of my girlfriends
Me-I am?
Me-How do you know this?
Sarah-I'm on the phone with her in the bathroom.
Me-Oh really?
Me-I hope you have only good things to say about me.
Sarah-She doesn't know I'm talking to you so keep this conversation to yourself.
Sarah-That girl really needs to get laid.
Sarah-And your probably the best guy I know to give it too her.
Me-Lol I'll keep that in mind.
Sarah-Anyways I just thought you should know.

There really isn't much more of an ego booster, than an ex-girlfriend trying to get you in bed with one of her friends. I felt like a million bucks. I had no idea that they even knew each other, and here they are working together as a team, to try and get into my pants.  Jen got back from the restroom shortly afterwards and we continued our steamy encounter throughout the rest of the film. After a few minutes of kissing, My hands started to explore her gentle frame once again. She was much more submissive to my advances this time and let my hands wander all over her body.  This was probably Sarah encouraging her to loosen up a little. I started at her chest, just groping and squeezing here and there. When she didn't stop me I used my other hand to unhook her bra. Her chest was very ample and when I did this, her breasts spilled out from their restraints.  I caressed them for several minutes gently running my fingers over her now exposed nipples. After a few minutes of this, I moved my hand down to her inner thigh.  I started rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her jeans. She moaned slighty as I did this, which only turned me on more, so I rubbed harder and faster. I could tell I was about to bring her to orgasm so I moved my head down and started kissing her behind her ear, and eventually, I started kissing and gently nibbling on her nipple. She quietly cried out "Oh god, your going to make me cum"  and jerked her body spastically while I continued my furious rubbing. I wanted to go further, but unfortunately we were sitting upright in my car and I could barely get my hand in between her legs, let alone get her pants off.  After it was all over I moved my head back up and cocked a wry smile at her. She went on to explain how she couldn't believe she just let me do that. We both needed a breather after that and decided to watch the rest of the movie, through my now foggy windshield.  After the movie, I offered to take her back to my place for some "coffee" She saw through my clever plan, and said that wouldn't be a good idea.  When I dropped her off, as I was walking her to her door, I mentioned how I've always wanted to get an apartment at her specific complex, and maybe she should give me a tour of her place, to help me decide. She saw through my plot and told me that would be a bad idea. As she unlocked and opened her door I made one last attempt, and leaned in and kissed her. I pressed my body against hers, hoping she would have to take a step back into her apartment, taking me along with her, but she pressed back, thwarting my little plan. I whispered in her ear, in my sexiest voice, "goodnight" and I left.

A few days later, I was having a party at my place and I invited Jen. It was a low key formal type of party and I thought it would be a perfect setting for Jen to see me in my natural environment.  Eager to see me again, she accepted my invitation. When the night came for our encounter, I didn't really know what to expect. She had this bad habit of sending me mixed signals.  I knew she wanted sex, but she turned down my obvious advances. I knew she wasn't my type, but on our second date, she displayed several of the qualities I look for in a woman. I decided to let things unfold naturally, and see where we ended up. She showed up looking very sexy. I noticed many of my friends gawking at her. She was hard to overlook, even in a room full of people. We chatted casually amongst ourselves and had a few drinks. Unlike our previous conversations, this one was more intellectual and easier to follow. I sensed she felt uncomfortable around my friends, being that she was in a setting she wasn't used too, but as the party died down, and she had a few drinks in her, she really seemed to loosen up. That's when I made my move. I mentioned how rude it was of me not to give her a tour of my place, and offered her one. Curiously she accepted, and we were off on our little adventure. Soon after we came to out first and only stop, my bedroom.

I gave her a sexy smile and said "this is my room" as I dimmed the lights.  I walked over to my stereo and put on some soft music, lit a few candles, and motioned her over to me. I didn't try to hide my intentions at all. She approached me cautiously, and I kissed her softly. While we kissed, I walked her over to my bed and laid her down, bracing the back of her head with my hand. I started slowly, undoing her bra and unbuttoning her blouse. She trembled as I slowly drug my fingertips over her breasts, down her stomach, to her skirt clasp. As I was unbuttoning it, she mentioned nervously, that it had been a while for her.  I reassured her that I would be gentle, while I slowly slid her skirt and panties down.  She moaned softly as I slipped my finger inside of her. I started slowly, as promised, but soon after she started thrusting her pelvis into my finger, and moaning with pleasure. It didn't take much for me to get her off. Soon after I removed my clothing, put on a condom, and positioned myself on top of her. She trembled nervously as I slowly slid my manhood inside of her. I could tell I was causing her a little pain, but she was trying hard to hide it. I continued slowly until she got used to me being inside her. After a few minutes, It seemed as if she was no longer in pain so I gently thrusted myself even deeper inside of her. She seemed to be enjoying it by this point so I started to go a little faster and a little deeper. She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around me. She was using them push against my ass to make me go deeper inside of her. At this point I decided I no longer had to be gentle and repositioned myself so that my weight rested on my knees.  She arched her back and I grabbed her hips with my hands pulling her frame into me.  I got her off a few more times before I finally finished.  I rolled over onto my back and lit up a smoke while I caught my breath. Jen seemed to have enjoyed it. She kept smiling and mentioned how she needed that so badly. She went on to mention how her work was so stressful, and thanked me for alleviating months of pent up stress. I gave her a cocky smile and told her I'm always happy to oblige.

Jen called me the next day wanting to hang out again and I asked her what her intentions were. I still wasn't sure what type of girl she was, and I wanted to know what she expected of me.  I told her I wasn't looking for anything serious, and if we were going to be dating, we needed to keep it open and casual. She assured me that we were on the same page and all she was looking for from me was a little arm candy, affection, and the occasional "stress release treatment" that I was apparently so good at.

We dated for a few months before she started to get a little clingy. It was a relationship based solely around sex, but after a while, I could sense she wanted more from me. She wanted me to meet her parents and I had to remind her of our agreement. That's when the arguments started.  I'm an extremely laid back and casual kind of guy. I hate arguing with anyone for any reason, but Jen seemed to love to pick fights.  She was a very passionate and close minded person, which makes reasoning with her next to impossible. She also demanded that I spend all of my free time with her, which is tough because we lived so far away from each other. Plus spending time at her place was mind numbing, other than the times when we were having sex, I was bored out of my skull.  It's not very often that I do the breaking up with a girl, but Jen pushed me to my limit. I stopped by her place after I got off work one day to end it.  I brought her some stress release candles, as sort of an ironic parting gift. I knew she was sad to see me go, but her pride wouldn't let her express it. I think deep down she knew this was how it was going to end.

How to meet women online.

It wasn't that long ago when people shunned online dating. They thought the only kinds of people they could meet online were super-shy or physically less-than-desirable. Nowadays roughly one in five relationships start online.  Online dating is an ever popular and growing trend.  It gives the user the ability to pick and choose their ideal mate, from the comfort of their on home.  Here are the steps to take to safely meet quality people online.

Pick a good online dating site and join it.
Many sites out their offer free trials and only take about 10 minutes to set up an account.  Just search Google for "online dating site" and pick on that suits you best.  Here is a list containing the top five dating sites, according to members.  (has more than 30,000,000 members and it's completely free)  (has just over 29,000,000 members)  (has just over 14,000,000 members)  (has just over 11,000,000 members)  (has just over 9,000,000 members)

Create a profile.
Don't leave any blank spaces.  Put as much information about yourself as you can.  Be open and honest. Be genuine. Don't lie about your age or anything else! Don't try to sell yourself as outdoorsy when you'd rather stay home and play X-box.  Be sure to mention the good things about yourself, without making it look as if you're trying to sell yourself.  Remember, whatever you put, there will be someone who is going to like it, so don't be shy.

A picture is worth a thousand words.
Nobody is going to connect with you if you don't have a picture. Add as many as the site will let you. Set your nicest one as your default profile picture. It should be close enough so that your face clearly seen. Make sure it's a recent picture, and above all else, make sure you look as good as you can.

Don't be afraid to give yourself a "man makeover" just for your profile picture.
You'd be surprised at how much little differences can make you more appealing.

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Make contact.
Don't wait until someone contacts you.  Use the chat and message sending functions.  Send at least a dozen messages to the women that interest you the most.  Be natural, mention a detail from their profile so they know you really read it, Make a little joke. Humor is great for breaking the ice and starting the conversation.  Don't expect to hear from all the women you messaged. Depending on the woman she can get upwards of a hundred messages a day. Keep in mind however, that the more messages you send, the more responses you will get. 

Expect to get some rejection.
Not every girl is going to find you interesting, it's not because you're not interesting. It's because they have literally millions of men to choose from.  However, the more you try, the more you'll succeed.  So expect to fail a few times.  You never know if that next girl you message will be the one.

The phone call.
After you've sent and recieved enough messages, the next step is usually to talk by phone. This gives you both a chance to get to know each other a little better. Getting past this step is probably the hardest challenge you'll face in online dating. You'll have to transition from chatting online, where you can take your time to think of proper responses, to talking in person, in real time.  It's best to make a short list of topics you can reference, just in-case the conversation runs dry.  Try to keep her talking as much as you can.  Keep in mind that the more you talk, the more likely you are to mess it all up by saying the wrong thing.

Meeting her in real life.
So you've been chatting online and over the phone. If she seems interesting and you think she may be into you, try to arrange a meeting. Women are cautious with men they meet on the internet, so keep it simple. Somewhere public and low key will do fine.  Tell her you want to meet her in person and ask her out to coffee.  Tell her you found this great sushi place and ask her if she'd like to join you.  It's really that simple.  If she accepts then good for you, if she declines, your next date is just a keystroke away.

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For those of you that would like to keep it old fashoned here are some tips for meeting women in real life.

How my relationship ended with Kelly

I was dating Kelly for about three weeks before I had to call it off.  Everything was great during the course of our short relationship.  She would often hang out at my place.  A typical day of us together usually involved us taking my sailboat out for a spin.  Maybe ordering some food or dining out.  Relaxing in my hot tub after a long day of fun.  Fantastic sex.  We had some great times together in the brief period that I knew her.  I never thought it would end.

Kelly came from a good background.  She had a supportive network of family and friends.  She was deeply religious and often went to church.  She was well raised and had a nice childhood.  All around she had a positive outlook on life and was content with who she was and where she came from.  I on the other hand, am a troubled man, from a very long and dark past.  I am able to hide it well and I try my hardest to leave my past in the past...  But it always comes out to haunt me when I least expect it to.

Shortly before I met Kelly I "obtained" some money. (allegedly illegally.) It was a relatively small amount, roughly thirty thousand dollars, in cash.  I took that money and used it to buy some pharmaceutical stocks.  I was very lucky in my purchase because after only one month I was able to sell my shares for just over nine hundred thousand dollars.  It turns out when you make that much money all at once, the IRS investigates you no matter how you've obtained it.  They didn't seem to mind that I had so much money, but they wanted me to prove where I got the initial seed money for my investment.  It turns out, saying I saved it, with little to no work history, throws up even more red flags.  After a few weeks of my lawyers fighting with the IRS they decided they had enough evidence to arrest me.  Soon after I was jailed and charged with one hundred and forty four felonies.

Now I came from a rough past and I'm used to getting arrested and dealing with the legal system.  I knew everything would turn out fine for me in the end as long as I kept my mouth shut.  Charging me with that many felony offenses told me that they didn't know what they were after, and they were hoping they would get lucky and stick me with at least one offense.  But it was going to take me time to get through it...  Time I had to spend in jail...  Time Kelly would notice I was missing...

When I got arrested I used my one phone call to call Kelly.  That was a tough call for me to make. She had no idea who I really was or where I came from.  She'd never been exposed to the seedy underbelly of society.  She never had to receive a call from an inmate.  I never wanted to involve her in this, but I felt that I owed her the truth, instead of just disappearing.  I called her and told her that I had gotten arrested.  She panicked.  I tried to comfort her, but that's hard to do over the phone.  I told her that I was going to be gone for a while. I told her not to worry about me. I told her to move on with her life and forget about me.  I told her everything.  She cried.  I felt so bad for involving her in my dilemma, but I owed her an explanation.  I owed her the truth, no matter how painful it was for her to hear.

I stayed in jail for about five months before all the charges were eventually dropped and I was released.  The IRS confiscated everything from me. My money. My house. My car. They even took my toothbrush.  I wanted to call Kelly when I was released, but I decided against it. I knew I could probably smooth things over with her, but I felt as if she deserved better than me. I felt as if she deserved a life that I couldn't provide for her. My decision not to call her did not come easily.  It was one of the hardest and most selfless things I've ever done, and even today, several years later, I still question my decision.

I'll always think of Kelly as, "the one that got away."

You can read about how I met Kelly here,
or you can read about our 1st date here.

My 1st date with Kelly.

It was about three days after I met Kelly that I decided to give her a call.  I made sure to call her on the weekend when I knew she wouldn't be working.  We chatted for a few hours.  It was mostly small talk. She mostly spoke of trying to get licensed to sell insurance, and her work with Progressive Auto Insurance.  I mostly flirted with her and made her laugh.  The conversation on the phone was fairly ordinary for a first time call.  I did notice it never went silent or dull, and that's always a plus.  I feel it's important to keep the conversation rolling.  I was trying to fish information out of her as to what she would like to do on a first date but I wasn't having much luck.  The conversation never quite turned in that direction.  After a few minutes of frustration, I blurted out and asked her if she liked opera.  She said she loved it but never got a chance to go and see it.  I mentioned that my boss had box seats he wasn't planning on using and I could probably snag them. I asked if she would like to join me on a date.  There was a small pause before her response. That pause seemed like an eternity.  My mind raced with all the possible responses she could have given me.  After what seemed like forever she said she would love to go.

It turns out I lied.  My boss did not have box seats. I've noticed on the past that if you make it seem like it's not taking you any effort to take a girl out on a first date, than she is much more likely to accept.  Likewise if you go out of your way to make a huge grand gesture, she is more likely to decline.  I think it's a woman's way of being modest, but honestly I have no clue as to why.
I found a pair of tickets online for a showing of Pagliacci along with a few other operas at the Denver Center for Preforming Arts.  I also made a reservation at my favorite date restaurant, The Canyon Chop House.  It was two weeks away, so I had plenty of time to prepare. It was also going to cost me a fortune.  I usually don't mind spending a lot of money on a first date because it usually pays off in the end, and even if it doesn't, I still have a night to remember.

The time had come for our big night and I arranged to pick Kelly up around four o'clock in the afternoon. I was planning on having her over afterwards, if things went according to plan, so I was sure that my place was clean.  I wore a nice pair of black slacks and dress shoes with a black dress shirt.  I told her ahead of time to wear something a little formal.  I didn't really care what she wore, but I just didn't want her to be the only person at the theater in a pair of jeans.  I also mentioned after the show I would take her out to dinner.  I drove to her place and texted her phone letting her know I was outside waiting.  I noticed right away when she came out that she went out of her way to look good for me.  She was wearing a little black dress with a black lacy bra and matching panties, a black garter belt with black thigh high stalkings (not that I knew this right away) and a black purse with black 4" heels to tie everything together.  She smelled like lilacs.  It was a long drive to the theater and I had some smooth jazz music playing on the car stereo. The conversation on the drive was typical.  She said I had a nice car which I thought was funny because it was a rental car that her work was paying for, until I got a new car, but I kept my laughter to myself.  I could tell by her body language that she was nervous.  I tried to counter that by keeping her talking, and using my own body language to make myself seem as relaxed as possible.  When we got there she offered to pay for parking and I told her not to worry about it.  I didn't want her to pay for anything at all, that's just my way of being old-fashioned and chivalrous.  When I picked up our tickets, they noticed I had box seats and had an usher escort us to our seats.  We had a spectacular view of the stage and our own private waiter.  We each had a glass of wine and chatted casually while we waited for the show to start.  I could tell that she was way out of her element in this kind of setting, so I tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible.  Soon after the lights dimmed and the show started.  It was a wonderful rendition.  I glanced over at her from time to time.  She seemed to be very immersed in the show.
After about an hour they took a break for intermission.  We ordered another glass of wine and slipped outside for a cigarette.  During our smoke she mentioned how she was having a wonderful time and how nice it was of my boss to give me these tickets for free.  I laughed to myself because this was nowhere near free.  In fact by this point in the date I had already spent nearly seven hundred dollars, but she didn't need to know that.  I could tell at this point that she had loosened up a little bit, which was nice.  I often found myself staring at her as she spoke.  So much in fact that she stopped me and said "why are you staring at me"  I just responded with "because you look very sexy in that dress" She blushed shyly and it was time for the second half of the show.  We went back to our seats and waited for the second half of the show to start.  The waiter came back in and asked if we needed a hot towel or more beverages.  I took him up on him towel offer.  Kelly laughed as I mocking used the hot towel.  I guess we were both a little out of our element, and it was fun to point that out.  The second half started shortly afterwards.  It seemed to me like Kelly had loosened up enough for me to start slowly seducing her.  I leaned in close to her, with my body right next to hers, and put my arm around her.  She didn't show any signs of rejection or restraint. In fact she leaned in closer to me.  This was a clear sign that she was into me and maybe I should take it a little further when the next opportunity presents itself.  The second half of the show ended about an hour later.  We cheered as the cast took the stage a final time and bowed.  It truly was a spectacular show.  We lit up another smoke on the way back to my car.  During that walk I noticed that she seemed very accustomed to walking in heels, I figured she only wore them because I was so much taller than her, but after seeing her walk over a steel grate in them completely un-phased by it, suggested to me that she wore them often, which is a plus too me because I love a very feminine woman.  After a short walk and casual conversation about the show we were back at my car and off to dinner.

We arrived at the restaurant around eight o'clock and I gave the hostess my reservation information. I used the name Dr. Bones just for laughs.  We were promptly seated.  They even pulled out Kelly's chair for her, placed her napkin in her lap, and opened her menu for her.  That's why I love taking dates here because they always go over the top for me.  We ordered pei mussels as an appetizer. I ordered a roasted rack of lamb and she ordered the pan seared Colorado trout with scallops. We had a few glasses of wine while we waited and casually chatted.  This time I steered the conversation in a more flirtatious manner.  I remember asking her if she would ever kiss a guy on the first date and she said no.  I told her I was going to take it upon myself to make her break that rule before the night was over.  She smiled shyly at my clear mocking of her morals and didn't deny me the opportunity to try.  At that point I knew I could probably get away with being a little more cocky and take my flirting and seduction to a more aggressive level.  Our food arrived shortly after and we ate.  I was sure to use proper manners and table etiquette.  I flirted with her while we dined and made her know clearly what my intentions were.  I vowed to her that I would get that kiss before the night was over.  Shortly after the waitress came over and offered us dessert or espresso.  Kelly declined but I insisted that the espresso here was worth having and I ordered us two cups.  I actually never had the espresso there but I wanted Kelly to have some.  I didn't want our evening to end because she was tired and needed sleep.  The waitress came back with our drinks and dropped off the check.  Kelly once again offered to pay, but once again I insisted I had it covered.  When we finished and as we were leaving the hostess said "As always we love having you Dr. Bones, and we hope too see you again soon."  I laughed to myself and Kelly asked after we left whether or not I was really a doctor.  I told her I wasn't, I just find it amusing to make reservations under that name.  When we got in my car Kelly asked me if I was taking her home yet.  I responded with "are you ready to give me that kiss."  She gave me a sexy smile and said "no."  So I told her "well I guess this date isn't over just yet."

I took her for a drive up into the mountains and we looked out over the city lights.  I knew of this really great pull off spot where we could enjoy the view.  When we got up there I parked and turned off the car only leaving the stereo running.  I went around to the trunk and got out a blanket, a bottle of wine and a few wine glasses.  I set us up a nice little late night picnic.  She didn't know I had this planned all along, and was surprised at how much thought I put into our first date.  We drank our wine and gazed out over the city lights.  I kept steering the conversation to how I was going to get that kiss and she was going to have to give in to my demands otherwise we might end up out there all night.  It was a warm summer night but it was a little breezy and I noticed Kelly seemed chilly.  I leaned over placing my body right next to hers and put my arm around her.  She leaned in next to me for warmth.  I could feel the goose bumps on her arm as I held her.  We sat there for about an hour talking before I decided to just lean in and go for it.  She was mid sentence when I leaned in and kissed her.  I caught her off guard but she didn't stop me.  It was very passionate kiss.  I brought my hand up and brushed it softly against her cheek.  I used my other hand to pull her body closer to mine.  I kissed her for about ten minutes before my phone beeped at me telling me I had a new text message.  I pulled away from her and smiled in a cocky fashion as to proclaim my victory.  She asked what the beep was and I lied and told her it was my phone dying.  I told her that it was going continue beeping and drive me crazy unless I charged it, and since my car accident, I didn't have my car charger on me.  I told her that we would have to stop by my place for about twenty minutes to let it charge.  She didn't seem hesitant at all going to my house so late at night for such a lame reason, but I know from past experience if I'm trying to get a girl back to my place, having a valid excuse looks much better than saying "wanna go back to my place." Soon after, I packed up our makeshift picnic, and we set off for my house.  Little did she know I had much more in store for her than a simple stop along the way.

My house at the time was very nice.  It's hard to give an accurate description but I spent a lot of time and money making it feel like home.  As we walked inside, she mentioned she needed to use the restroom and I gave her directions where it was.  While she was gone I plugged in my phone and started making myself a drink.  She walked out of the restroom just as I was shaking my vodka collins in my drink shaker. I offered her a drink while she waited and she accepted.  I made her a hurricane in a cocktail glass and I put a little umbrella in it just to show off.  She sat on my couch while she waited and was looking through my magazines on my coffee table.  They were guy magazines, mostly Maxim and Playboy.  I walked over, sat right next to her, and gave her, her drink.  We chatted while we drank and she noticed the piano I had in my library.  She asked if I knew how to play and I told her I could but not very well.  I was being modest.  She insisted that I play something for her.  I grabbed my drink and walked over and sat down at my piano and asked what she wanted me to play.  She followed and stood right behind me and said whatever I wanted.  I played a song called Zanarkand by Nobuo Uematsu.  He mostly does soundtracks for popular video games, but his music is very unique and I thought this was a proper setting for it.  As I played, she watched my fingers move slowly across the keys.  She leaned down and whispered "you're very talented" and kissed me on the back of my neck.  I told her that the piano was just a hobby of mine.  When I finished playing I led her back to my couch so we could finish our drinks.  That's when I made my best move yet.

I leaned over and kissed her softly.  I pressed my body close against her and tucked my left arm behind her leaving my right arm to freely explore her supple body.  I started slowly running my palm gently across her cheek and then slowly down her side.  I let my hand pass just over the side of her left breast on its way down to her hip.  When I got no rejection to my obvious trespass I dragged my hand back up her body and full on grabbed her breast.  Once again I got to rejection.  I continued running my hand from her hip to her breast looking for any changes in her behavior but she just continued to kiss me and seemed to be enjoying my little intrusions.  I decided to take it a step further.  I moved my left hand up her back and unsnapped her bra in one fluid motion.  I then moved my right hand up to her cheek and slowly moved it down over her shoulder, dragging along with it her bra and dress strap, exposing her chest.  Once again she didn't stop me.  I slowly moved my hand to her now exposed chest and started slowly rubbing and dragging my hand across her nipple.  After a few minutes of this, our kissing only became more passionate.  I decided it was time to take it one step further.  I moved my hand down to her hip and slowly moved it over her dress to her inner thigh.  I started slowly rubbing her clit through her dress, and she moaned with pleasure.  I was expecting her to try and stop my advances but our kissing only became more passionate.  I rubbed her a little more firmly, only to find that she moaned louder as I increased pressure.  Her legs propped open slightly and I decided to run my hand down her leg and then back up, lifting her dress along with it. This gave me a little more room to work and I started rubbing her once again, just over her panties.  After a few minutes of this I moved her panties to the side and started rubbing her now exposed clit.  She moaned even louder as I continued my handy work.  I found it hard to kiss her as she was almost non stop moaning, so I moved my head down to her neck, kissing her just behind the ear, and eventually down to her chest, kissing and sucking her nipple.  I could tell I was about to make her cum so I slipped my index finger inside of her and started doing a sort of "come here"  motion with it.  She screamed out in extacy while her whole body quivered in pleasure.  After a few minutes of her cooling down, I lifted my head back up to her ear and told her "maybe we should move this to my bedroom." She sat up almost looking confused while she pulled her bra and dress strap over her shoulder.  She nodded at me approvingly while she fumbled to cover her mostly exposed lower half. I helped her up, and led her upstairs to my bedroom, guiding her by the small of her back.

Inside my room it was dark, but the moonlight reflected across the lake outside my window, and danced across my ceiling.  I led Kelly over to my bed and gently laid her down bracing the back of her head with my hand.  I kissed her passionately while I slowly removed her clothing, and my own. I myself got completely naked but I left her garter belt and thigh highs on, as they really turned me on.  After a few minutes of our steamy kissing I moved myself on top of her letting my manhood rest on her clit.  I pressed it firmly against her letting my shaft slide freely up and down her already moist genitals.  She once again cried out in passion while I did this.  I could have had her right then and there but I decided to tease her continuing this motion until she was just about to cum once again.  I waited until she was only moments away from orgasm, when I shifted my position and slid my manhood deep inside her.  She cried out loudly, raising her chest and bending her neck as far back as it would go.  She dug her fingernails deep into my back while I brought her to climax.  I usually start off slowly with most women, but with Kelly I gave in to my more animalistic side.  It was a very raw and rough kind of sex.  She did a lot of screaming and even grunting form time to time.  I even noticed her exposing her teeth while she grunted, almost as if she was going to bite me.  I continued my fast, hard, and deep motions, making her cum several more times, before I myself was ready to cum. I noticed earlier she a had a birth control patch on her hip so I wasn't afraid to cum inside of her.  I moaned slightly while I came, I'm normally quiet in bed, but I wanted to let her know I was cumming.  After I finished, I collapsed on her breathing heavily.  I felt her heart beating in her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. I felt her legs twitching as she was having little "orgasm aftershocks."  Eventually I rolled over and grabbed my smokes off of my nightstand.  I lit one up and offered it to her.  She took it and I lit another for myself.  She giggled shyly as she explained how she just couldn't believe she let me go that far. I can be very seductive when I want to be.  We finished our smokes and she snuggled up to me.  We chatted for a few more minutes before we both fell asleep.

I woke up before Kelly the next morning and laid out some sweat pants and a clean T-shirt for her to wear.  I went and took a shower while she was still sleeping peacefully. After my shower I noticed she was still asleep, so I went downstairs and started making breakfast.  I had some left over hollandaise sauce from a previous meal so I decided to make eggs benedict.  I was just finishing making our breakfast, when Kelly wandered downstairs wearing only her panties and my black dress shirt from the night before, with only a few buttons done in the front.  I told her how I laid out fresh clothes for her, but she insisted she liked the scent from my shirt and wanted to wear it.  She looked incredibly sexy in my shirt and I knew I had to have her once again.  I motioned her over to me and started kissing her.  I moved much faster and more aggressively this time while I stripped off her clothes and propped her up onto my kitchen counter.  I made love to her once again right there on the counter top.  It wasn't nearly as long as the night before. It lasted maybe only ten minutes in total, but it still had that rough animalistic feel to it.  After we finished we gathered our now cold breakfast and ate out on the patio overlooking the lake.  She was gorgeous in the sunlight.  It's very rare to find a girl who can still look sexy with no make-up after the long night we just went through.  We finished our breakfast, got dressed and I drove her home.

You can read more about Kelly here.