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Faith

2012-01-13T01:24:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Video Game Girls
Faith at #8 (Mirrors Edge)

Mirrors Edge was one of those weird games I didn't totally comprehend. I couldn't really follow the story, and I never fully understood the plot, but I do remember Faith. She was just so much fun to look at while I was wandering aimlessly through a confusing virtual world. Although I can't really recommend this game, I must admit, the graphics were amazing and the main character is sexy.

(all images came from imgur.com)

Chun Li

2012-01-10T02:17:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Video Game Girls
Chun Li at #9 (Street Fighter)

Although she really isn't the hottest girl out there, Chun Li played a pivotal role in paving the way for hot female fighters in video games. Soon after Chun Li's cameo, came Cammy, who was much hotter, as well as Kitana, Jade, and Mileena, in the Mortal Kombat series. Between her scanty outfit and muscular thighs, she was more than enough to keep my attention.

(all images came from imgur.com)

Morrigan

2012-01-07T21:18:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Video Game Girls
Morrigan at #10 (Dragon Age: Origins)

I really feel as if Morrigan deserves a higher place on this list, but there's just so many hot video game girls out there. What's really nice about Morrigan is that she's not even a main character in the game, she's more of a support character that you get early in the game and replace as the game progresses. I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of her though, because she's just so fun to look at.

(all images came from imgur.com)

Sad post I found on reddit

2012-01-03T23:07:00.000-08:00

I found this post on reddit a few days ago and I thought I'd share it here. It was written by Readmynameandchillax on reddit.com

I wasn't going to post anything on here but... Lots of memories stirred up, for good or bad.

I wish I could've married her. I should've married her. We were best friends from the age of six. She was the first girl I ever kissed, although I was practicing to kiss another girl at the time! Never got around to that, she had my heart from that moment on. I was actually the second boy she kissed because I told her my friend David liked her. A dumb attempt to deal with my feelings I guess, or a fear of rejection. She was way too good for me. She later told me she only kissed him to make me jealous. It did the trick! I remember playing in a football match after I saw them together, and even when he didn't have the ball I piled into him! Poor guy.

We watched movies together in all-night marathons, really cheesy stuff that made us both laugh. I can't bear to watch those films now. We used to cycle out in the countryside for hours, just exploring, then got summer jobs at competing seaside attractions, trying to out-sell each other on ice cream and hot dog stands. She always won. Even I preferred to eat at her stand!

She was going to be a doctor, I was going to film school. She was better than me in so many ways. Never quite knew what she saw in me. Even when I was a kid I knew she had been ill on and off for years. Finally she was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia. She fought like hell and suffer through it too. I never would've been able to put up the fight she did. When she died she was barely able to hold my hand. She was 21 years and 20 days old. It was a month before my 21st birthday. She had said she wanted to be around to see me blow out my candles but she just couldn't hang on any longer. Just before she passed she apologised because she was going to miss my party. I wanted to cry like a baby but I didn't to do so in front of her. Didn't want to burden her. There was nothing else I could do for her.

I did go to film school. I became a screenwriter. And I write about her in every damn story I touch. I know my life would have been different if she'd lived. It's easier to do what you want when it's just you, never have to take anyone else's feelings into account. And I'd never have met the friends I have, who I treasure beyond words.

But I still love her and I think about her every day. It's been more than ten years and I'm still not over her. Sometimes I think it's unfair on the women I date because I go in just knowing they won't measure up to my now impossibly high standards. But I'm an official "good guy" and never hurt anyone if I can help it.

Sometimes I think I'd give the whole universe just to spend one more day with her. She was the best person I ever knew.

I miss her.

Keep in mind I did not write this post. I found it a few days ago on reddit, and it touched me deeply. I was in a similar situation and this post brought back so many memories for me. You can read about my similar story here, or you can see this original post on reddit here.

Faye Valentine

2012-01-01T13:50:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls
Faye Valentine at #1 (Coyboy Bebop)
At first I chose her as what I thought was my own personal opinion, but after reading up on it, it turns out she's in nearly every top ten list of this manor. I can see why. She is incredibly sexy throughout the series. Her take charge and some what cocky personality, as well as her assortment of skin tight outfits and, of course, her shapely figure make her very attractive. Happy new year and I hope you enjoyed this list.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Motoko Kusanagi

2011-12-29T08:13:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls
Motoko Kusanagi at #2 (Ghost in the Shell)
Motoko Kusanagi is technically a cyborg, which would make a traditional relationship somewhat difficult, but not impossible. Nevertheless, her take charge attitude and skin tight outfits make her worthy of a spot in this list.

(pictures came from imgur.com)

C.C.

2011-12-26T20:04:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls
C.C. at #3 (Code Geass)
Whats not to love about C.C. She's super hot, she doesn't age, and she loves pizza. If you ask me, that's any mans perfect woman. She played a very detailed character in the series as well, making her so much more attractive than the typical ditsy generic anime girl from any other series.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Orihime Inoue

2011-12-24T07:43:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls
Orihime Inoue at #4 (Bleach)
Orihime Inoue starts Bleach series as only Ichigos friend, but develops into a much more detailed character. She comes off as busty, friendly, humorous, sensitive, kind, naive, and somewhat clueless, which is at odds with her exceptionally high marks in school. Either way she's defiantly the hottest girl in the series.

(all picture came from imgur.com)

Nami

2011-12-20T07:20:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls

Nami at #5 (One Piece)

Nami is a young, normal-sized and skinny girl with orange hair. She was the first main character to appear in Episode one before Luffy. Many people consider her to be very attractive or even beautiful. She plays a very intricate character, and wears several different outfits during the series, each more revealing than the last.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Sakura Haruno

2011-12-17T04:09:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls

Sakura Haruno at #6 (Naruto)

Sakura, the female icon from the Anime hit Naruto. She plays a very enriched and complex character which really sets her apart from most of the "cookie cutter" type of anime girls in the show, as well as other anime series. Defiantly deserving of a spot on this list.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Misato Katsuragi

2011-12-14T01:12:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls
Misato Katsuragi at #7 (Evangelion)
Misato Katsuragi always reminded me of the girl next door, only slightly older, and with a military background. She had a great sense of fashion in the series, always changing outfits from something practical to something very sexy. She is by far worthy of a spot on this list.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Kaname Chidori

2011-12-11T05:55:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls

Kaname Chidori at #8 (full metal panic)

What can I say about Kaname Chidori, that hasn't already been said. The Japanese really know how to draw a sexy woman, and Kaname Chidori is defiantly worthy of a spot in the top ten sexiest anime girls. There's never anything wrong with showing a little skin.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Sailor Mars

2011-12-08T01:53:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls

Sailor Mars at #9 (Sailor Moon)

While Sailor Moon may have stolen the spotlight in the show, Sailor Mars was defiantly the hottest girl from the series. The show itself was terrible and pointless, but still sent a clear message to viewers, saying skirts can never be too short, and legs can never be too long.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Misa Amane

2011-12-05T09:26:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Hottest Anime Girls

Misa Amane at #10 (Death Note)

Coming in at number ten, Misa Amane was defiantly the hottest girl from Death Note. She played a very ditsy and childish model. Throughout the whole series, the writers made you feel as if, at some point, you were going to get to see her naked, but they never delivered. Nevertheless, she was a consistent tease throughout the entire series, making her so much hotter than any other anime girl worth of a top ten spot.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Top 10 hottest animated women

2011-12-02T14:12:00.000-08:00

I grew up watching cartoons, and I still watch many of them today. It may seem a little weird that I like so many of the female characters, but they're just drawn so sexy, and I don't care. They're literally hundreds of very attractive cartoon characters, but I've managed to narrow my favorites down to my top ten. So here they are in no particular order.

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

Honestly Jessica Rabbit is the only character that I remember from the Who framed roger rabbit movie. With her thick luscious lips, half shut eyes, and long red hair, It'd be hard not to remember her. She was mysterious, erotic, and knew how to tempt a man. I doubt anyone could ever make a list like this and not include her.

Holli Would (Cool World)

Sometimes I feel like the only person on the planet that remembers the Cool World movie The early nineties had a thing for adding animated characters into live action movies, and Cool World, although it was never as popular as Roger Rabbit and Space Jam, was still a really cool movie.

Molotov Cocktease (The Venture Brothers)

Aside from being one of my favorite animated series, The Venture Brothers also created one of the hottest things ever drawn on paper, Molotov Cocktease. A super hot Russian assassin? Yes please. I have a soft spot for girls with accents, especially British and Russian accents.

Six of Nine (Tripping the Rift)
This is a very cheesy show, but for some reason I can't stop watching it. Six of Nine plays an android sex slave built to pleasure the captain of the ship. She's also the first officer. The show itself was meant to be a parody of the Star Trek and Star Wars movies. Although she's not classically animated, she's still worthy of a spot on this list.

Erin Esurance (Esurance auto insurance commercials)
Erin Esurance is defiantly the hottest animated insurance sales person ever. Not that theirs much competition, unless you count Geico's gecko. Even if she wasn't animated she'd still be way hotter than Flo from the Progressive Auto Insurance commercials. I think that the insurance companies know that sex sells, and they probably really cash in on that concept. Although she's from a cheesy auto insurance commercial, she's still defiantly worth a spot on this list.

Daphne Anne Blake (Scooby Doo)

Honestly Daphne was the only reason to watch Scooby Doo. Even though she never solved a mystery or found a single clue, she was defiantly the most visually appealing of the bunch. Lets face it, you could either watch the show for Daphne, or, the lesbian, the dog, the stoner, the gay guy with the ascot, or the land lord from Three's Company.

Amy Wong (Futurama)

There's not really much to say about Amy Wong other than she's Planet Expresses cutest intern. She's cute, she's Asian, and she's technically a martian. Futurama is another one of my favorite animated series, and Amy is a great addition to a great show.

Dr. Girlfriend (The Venture Brothers)
I was originally only going to do a top nine list, but it just didn't feel right not having Dr. Girlfriend in it, so it became a top ten. If you can look past her deep monotone voice, Dr. Girlfriend is one of the hottest women ever drawn. The Monarch is a very lucky animated man.

Stripperella (Stripperella)

Terrible cartoon and even worse comic book, but Stripperella was written by Stan Lee and voiced by Pamela Anderson, so it's not all that bad. Her character was modeled after Pamela Anderson, and you can't go wrong with basing your series on one of the hottest models of all time.

Ariel (The Little Mermaid)
Technically Ariel is a fish, which would make a traditional relation very difficult, but not impossible. Her long flowing red hair, exposed navel, sea shell bikini top, and the sense of unrealistic underwater fantasy, really make her very attractive.

If you didn't see you're favorite girl on this list, please feel free to leave it in the comments section. Also before you comment please know that I eventually plan on doing a few more lists on the hottest Japanese animated girls and the hottest video game girls.

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

300 followers

2011-11-29T00:54:00.000-08:00

Wow 300 already? It's only been about 3 months since I started blogging. Seems like I get about a hundred new followers every month. I honestly never thought my blog would be read by anyone. It's just my encounters throughout my love life, various dating tips, advice, and a few random thoughts here and there. I never imagined it would grow this much in such a short amount of time. I honesty never even expected a single reader. I just wanted a place to write about my love life, and the Myspace blog section sucked. So that's why I came here. I know my last few blog posts haven't been as lengthy as my usual posts, but writing those long posts really takes me a long time because I can't really type all that fast. I still have a lot more to write about though so stick around. I've barely even scratched the surface of my personal love life and I have plenty more women to write about. Robin and Kelly were probably my best relationships, and if you haven't read about them yet, you should. I still can't believe people actually like my blog and follow it. I guess I have all of you to thank for that. So I thank you.

Girls I secretly have a crush on.

2011-11-26T08:20:00.000-08:00

I've dated more than a hundred different women. Some of them I've had long, fulfilling, relationships with. Some of them have been one night stands. Over all I've had a very enriched love life, but there's a ton of women out there that I would give anything for a date with them. It's a very long list, but I've managed to narrow it down to my top five. So here they are, in no particular order.

Mila Kunis
Ever since I first saw her on that 70's show, I've always had a thing for her. She's very attractive and most of my friends, both guys and girls, tend to agree. The main reason why I find her so attractive, is because she looks a lot like a girl I used to date, and I had a great relationship with her. I know it may seem like an odd reason, but it makes sense to me. Here's a little eye candy.

Felicia Day

Felicia Day plays a character in a popular web series called The Guild. She plays a gamer nerd that's hopelessly addicted to an MMORPG. Her character in the series is very feminine, neurotic, down to earth, level headed, and even a little nerdy. Although I do have a thing for pale skinned redheads, and I do find her extremely physically attractive, I must admit, my attraction to her is based more on her personality. She has every thing I look for in a woman.

Oprah Winfrey

That's right I said Oprah Winfrey. My attraction to a woman isn't just based on her physical beauty, age, or personality. Oprah is one of the wealthiest women in the world, and she's very generous with her money. I'd be lying if i didn't admit that I find that somewhat sexy. I know it's a very shallow reason to have a crush on someone, but I don't care. It's my blog and I'll have a crush on whoever I want, for whatever reason. In my own opinion, women with money and power are very attractive, regardless of what they look like.

Allison Crow

Allison Crow is a musician from the UK. Although I find her very physically attractive, I'm more attracted to her talent as a musician. Personally I don't care from female singers, or religious music, but after seeing her video on youtube, my views changed. She has the voice of an angel.

Tiffani Amber Thiessen

Growing up in the 90's I used to watch a lot of television. It was nearly impossible to not see an episode of Saved by the Bell back then. It was a very successful show and they ran reruns of it on nearly every channel for several years. Tiffani was one of my first crushes, and my attraction to her was based on her physical beauty. She was absolutely gorgeous back then, and she still is even today.

That concludes my top five list, in no particular order.

Feel free to leave a comment on what girls/guys you secretly have a crush on.

(pictures of mila kunis came from maxim.com)

(pictures of tiffani amber theissen came from maxim.com)

(all other pictures came form imgur.com)

Random sexy girls in glasses.

2011-11-23T01:19:00.000-08:00

Girls in Glasses

They're very sexy

(all pictures came from imgur.com)

Without You - Mark Gormley

2011-11-20T15:44:00.000-08:00

I came across this video a few days ago, and I thought it was hilarious. It just goes to show, no matter what you look like, or how awful your music is, musicians always get the girl.

Have you ever wondered...

2011-11-17T05:21:00.000-08:00

Jim Gaffigan

(picture came from jimgaffigan.com)

Have you ever wondered why, when you're single, all you see are couples?

But then, when you're in a relationship, all you see are hookers?

Let me fix you a drink.

2011-11-14T16:19:00.000-08:00

On more than one occasion, I've managed to impress a girl by inviting her over and fixing her a drink. It's relativly simple to do, it just takes a little practice. In this post, I'll go over the basics. I think alcohol is great for loosening women up. They seem to be more at ease after they've had a few drinks, and so do I.

(picture came from amnow.com)

What you need

2-4 matching hurricane glasses
2-4 matching wine glasses
2-4 matching rocks glasses
A metal drink shaker
Assorted fruit (maraschino cherries, limes, oranges, ect...)
Grenadine
Little umbrellas
Toothpicks
Booze (preferably top shelf)
Vodka
Triple sec
Wine
Pineapple orange juice
Sweet and sour mix

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The drinks I make the most

Vodka Collins

1 ounce vodka (I use skyy vodka)
1 ounce triple sec
4 ounces sweet and sour mix
A splash of lime juice
A splash of sprite
Mix them all over ice in a drink shaker.
Serve with a lime wedge, over ice in a rocks glass.

(picture came from sld.co.za)

The Pantie Dropper

(This one I made up, but girls love it)

1 ounce vodka
2 ounces triple sec
4 ounces pineapple orange juice

Mix them all over ice in a drink shaker.

Serve without ice in a hurricane glass.
Add an orange wedge, a few cherries, and a little umbrella.
Pour a few drops grenadine into the glass without stirring.

Glass of Wine

Open a bottle of wine and let it breathe, about five minutes.

Fill a wine glass about one third to half way.
Simple, Timeless, Classic

Usually when I offer a girl a drink for the first time, she declines. But after she's seen how much thought I put into making my own drink, almost ninety percent of the time, they'll change their minds and have me make them one. They always seem to be impressed by my attention to detail. Being served a glass of wine, or a drink with a little umbrella in it, instead of a beer or soda, really tends to impress most of the girls I bring home.

It's also pretty cheap to set this up. You can find all the glasses you need at a thrift store for next to nothing. The shaker you can find online, or at some liquor stores. I got mine from Walmart. For everything else, you should be able to find at just about any grocery store. After everything was bought, I think I spent less than seventy dollars. Defiantly a good buy.

Music and Seduction

2011-11-11T01:27:00.000-08:00

I believe ambiance is very important when I'm trying to seduce a woman. I always make an effort to have privacy, dimmed lighting, and music. I believe music is the most important part of proper ambiance. This is probably due to the fact that I play several instruments, and I express myself through music. What music I play while I'm seducing a girl, usually depends on what type of music she likes. I usually find out before hand and plan accordingly. Most women tend to either like hip-hop, rap, and R&B or rock, alternative rock, and pop. My panty dropper playlist usually consists of two main categories, R&B and alternative rock. These are what they currently are.

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My R&B playlist favorites.

Nobody - Keith Sweat

Set Adrift on Memory Bliss - PM Dawn

Yesterday - Boyz II Men

Let's Stay Together - Al Green
Lets Get It On - Marvin Gaye
Water Runs Dry - Boyz II Men
I Could Let You Love Me - Tempramentals
Twisted - Keith Sweat
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
Obsession - Frankie J
Pony - Ginuwine
Knockin' da Boots - H-Town

Between The Sheets - Isley Brothers

All my Life - KC and JoJo

I Believe - Blessid Union Of Souls

Its So Hard To Say Goodbye to Yesterday - Boyz II Men

Computer Love - Zapp & Roger

Let Me Love You - Mario

I'm The One Who Wants To Be With You - Mr. Big

Kiss form A Rose - Seal

My Way - Usher

If I Ever Fall In Love Again - Shai

My R&B playlist consists of more that a hundred other similar songs. These are just my personal favorites. I would share them all, it's just such a pain in the ass to give the back links. I like to keep a long playlist of music so all I need to do is press play, and forget about it. It's always annoying to have the music stop right in the middle of things, so the longer the playlist, the better.

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My Alternative Rock playlist favorites.

Girl You'll Be a Woman Soon - Urge Overkill
This Love - Maroon 5
Babylon - David Gray
Time After Time - Eva Cassidy
Wonderwall - Boyce Avenue
Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie
Breathe Me - Sia
Angry Johnny - Poe
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's
Amber -311
Waiting on the World to Change -John Mayer
In A Little While - U2
Easy Like Sunday Morning - Faith No More
Bubble Toes - Jack Johnson
Mondo Bongo - Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros

Crash - Boyce Avenue

Fragile - Paulinho Garcia And Grazyna Auguscik

Fields Of Gold - Eva Cassidy

Una Palabra - Carlos Varela

Change the World - Eric Clapton

Yellow - Boyce Avenue

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Everlong - The Foo Fighters

Tie Up My Hands - Starsailor

Smooth Operator - Sade

Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

Mad World - Gary Jules

That covers only a small fraction of my alternative rock playlist. This list is way longer than my R&B list, simply because I like the music better. Not that I don't like R&B, it's just that I appreciate rock a little more, because I'm a musician, and R&B usually plays a beat instead of actual instruments. In fact many of the songs on this list, I can actually play.

(picture came from fanpop.com)

I know a lot of the music on these playlists don't fit the actual genre. So please, no comments about how Al Green's "Let's Stay Together" song is actually classic soul, and not R&B. This is just a rough look at what music I play for ambiance, while I plan on seducing a woman. Music can be a powerful tool for seduction, if used correctly. Something soft, and low volume is usually best. It'll be harder to get into most girls' pants with high volume "speed metal" playing in the background.

Shawna

2011-11-08T02:38:00.000-08:00

I met Shawna several years ago while I was working as a waiter at a local diner. At first, she didn't strike me as the type of girl I normally dated. Although I must admit, I found her physically attractive, especially her massive breasts. Other than her looks, I didn't really find her all that attractive. She was loud and rambunctious, maybe even a little obnoxious. She struck me as being very needy and demanding. She was also visibly pregnant, and while I wouldn't mind dating a pregnant girl, they're usually spoken for. I waited on her table, and as always, I found myself flirting with her, like I did with most of my customers. However, unlike most of my customers, Shawna flirted back with me. I didn't think much of it at the time, maybe she was just a flirtatious type of person. As the night progressed, I found her flirting a lot more with me, and I even started feeling some sexual tension building up between us. I wasn't sure how to approach the situation. If I made a move and got rejected, that could ruin my tip. If I didn't make a move, I'd never know. Either way I decided to make act. Not so much because I wanted her, it was more out of curiosity. I wanted to know if she was interested in me, even if that meant I had to put myself out there.

When the time came to pay the check, Shawna and her friends all wanted separate checks. I managed to pull a few strings and got Shawna's meal comped. I took a blank piece of receipt paper and wrote down my number along with a message reading "You're cute, so I covered your meal. Call me sometime, and we can have some fun." I took all the checks and delivered them face down in front of the appropriate persons. After I did that I went about my normal waiting duties, acting as if nothing had happened. She also acted as if nothing had happened, but just before she walked out the door, we locked eyes, and she smiled at me.

The following day she called me. We chatted casually for a few minutes before she invited me to a party scheduled later that evening. I told her I didn't want to go, trying to fish a more intimate encounter out of her, like a one on one date, but she insisted I come. After a few minutes of one sided haggling, I realized she wasn't going to take no for an answer, so I accepted her invitation.

That evening I was really contemplating not going. Not that I didn't want to see Shawna, but more because I didn't want to go to a party full of strangers. Plus I didn't think Shawna and I had any chemistry. Although I did find her physically attractive, her personality was a little too bold for me. While I was debating all this, I noticed I was officially a half hour late. Shawna called me, wanting to know where I was. I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't feel like going, so I just made something up. She saw through my clever plan and insisted that I come. Arguing with her was often one sided and pointless for me, so I eventually agreed to go.

When I showed up, there weren't many people there. Shawna was extra flirtatious that evening. She would often touch me or tell me dirty things she wanted to do to me. She came off very strong, which I really liked. Even her friends were trying to hook us up. I knew it wasn't going to take much effort to get into her pants. I learned that evening that Shawna was only in town for a week or so before she was moving back to her home in Texas. I found that very appealing, because at that point in my life, I preferred short and sweet relationships, or something with no strings attached. Shawna was really becoming more appealing too me.

As the party drew to a close, Shawna wanted to go back to my place. It didn't come as a surprise to me. We were flirting heavily all night, and sex was defiantly in our near future. When we got back to my place I didn't waste any time. I took her straight to my bedroom, dimmed the lights, put on my panty dropper playlist, and kissed her. I laid her down on my bed and continued kissing her, while I started removing her clothes. It took me all of five minutes before I had all our clothes off. I usually take a little more time, but Shawna really managed to turn me on. Maybe it was her consistent flirting, or her very direct approach. Or maybe I secretly have a fetish for pregnant women. Either way I she really got me going. I put on a condom, positioned myself on top of her, and teased her for a few minutes, before I slid myself inside of her. Within the first few minutes I could tell we were really sexually compatible. She knew how to work her hips against my rhythm very well. It didn't come as a surprise to me, as we both seemed familiar with sex. After a few more minutes, I noticed I wasn't getting her off. I though maybe I needed to use my foolproof harder, deeper, faster method. After a few more minutes of that I still didn't think she was was going to cum for me. I told her I wanted her to cum for me, but she said she didn't want to. I found that odd, and started asking questions as to why not. She explained that she tends to squirt when she gets off, and she didn't want to make a mess. For some reason that REALLY turned me on. I'd never been with a squirter before and it really peaked my curiosity. I told her not to worry about it, and to cum for me. After a few seconds of hesitation, she agreed to my request. She had me slow down, almost to a stop, while she slowly moved her hips to get herself off. It took her a little less than a minute before I felt a strong pressure building up inside her. After a few more seconds, she screamed loudly while I felt the pressure being released. I felt her juices squirting out around my manhood, and hitting my thighs. That really turned me on for some strange, and possibly deranged, reason. I made her do it a few more times, more out of curiosity than anything else. I was truly fascinated by the elusive female ejaculation. Eventually I finished we both rolled out of the wet spot. We chatted casually for a while, mostly about sex. I found Shawna to be a lot more down to earth than I originally thought she was. Our conversations were also very intelligent and deep as well. I suspect she was more comfortable being herself around me, than her friends. We chatted for several more hours, before we decided to have sex again. The sex this time lasted a lot longer, but it was pretty much the same as it was before. We were up until dawn pleasing each other, before I dropped her off at her friends house.

Shawna and I made the best of the short week we had together. We saw each other everyday and had sex every night. It was a fairly nice relationship while it lasted. On the day she had to leave, we both agreed to keep in touch via Myspace. We exchanged messages here and there over the course of the next few years, before she came out to visit again. Our relationship picked up where it left off, while she was in town, but unfortunately it was also a short stay and she would have to leave again soon. On the day she left, we again agreed to keep in touch. Over time we started exchanging messages less frequently. I only saw her once after that, she looked me up a few years ago, while she was in town. We met up at my place for the night and had a long night of passionate sex. We were both in relationships at the time, well, mine being open and casual, but that didn't stop us from ravaging each other. I haven't heard from her since then. I still have her on my Myspace, but I rarely check it. I doubt I'll ever see her again, but I'll leave my Myspace account open just for her.

What I learned from Mrs. Robinson

2011-11-05T19:51:00.000-07:00

Before you read this post, you should read my post titled Mrs Robinson.

Mrs. Robinson taught me more about being a man than any of my previous role models. She mostly taught me about seduction, foreplay, and sex. I've only slept with a few women before I met her. Mostly girls my own age. A typical encounter with me when it came to sex, before I met Mrs. Robinson, would usually include a few hours of awkward persuasion, little too no foreplay, and about three to five minutes of sex. I was also very shy and afraid of rejection. In many situations I would let the girl make the first move, before I even dared making any kind of sexual advance. After my relationship with Mrs. Robinson, all that changed.

(picture came from deluxe-dating.de)

Seduction

Mrs. Robinson taught me the basics of seduction, but much of it I picked up over the years. My experiences seducing women can last for a few minutes to several years. Everything from straight out asking a random stranger for a night of anonymous sex, no names, no questions, no regrets, to years of subtle gestures, flirting, and subconscious messages. I've learned throughout the years that, women like to play this little seduction game. Some women play the game more subtly than others. Virtually all women want sex, but how they go about getting it, varies from girl to girl. From what I learned from Mrs. Robinson, it's how well you play the seduction game that determines your outcome. Unlike men, most girls need to be seduced before having sex. My personal experiences with seduction, usually include, flirting, hinting, suggesting, body language, self confidence, and touching. Flirting usually accounts for the majority of my seduction process, and in many cases it's all I ever need, but sometimes I need to use every trick I know.

(picture came from maxim.com)

Foreplay

I've learned from Mrs. Robinson just about everything I know about foreplay. She explained that men can be almost instantly turned on, while women take a lot longer. Setting the mood and having a proper atmosphere are very important factors. She always told me that, unless you're pressed for time, don't be afraid to take too much time with foreplay. Many of the techniques she used on me during our first sexual encounter, I still use on women today. Kissing, touching, rubbing, breathing, nibbling, and teasing, are all very effective ways of turning a woman on. If you use them correctly, most women will not only want sex, but sometimes even beg you for it.

(picture came from maxim.com)

Sex

I was no stranger to sex before I met Mrs. Robinson, but I was more of a selfish lover. I would often just rush to get myself off without considering the girls needs. Mrs. Robinson taught me to have a little self control. She always made me get her off first, before I got myself off. Before I met her, I don't think I ever made a girl cum. After I got her off for the first time, it really turned me on. It also gave me a sense of self satisfaction, and boosted my ego. She also told me to go harder, deeper, faster. I've used that method for years, and it never really let me down. Any man can get themselves off during sex, but it takes real talent to get your woman off with you.

Mrs. Robinson

2011-11-02T04:54:00.000-07:00

I met Mrs. Robinson when I was fifteen. That isn't her real name, but that's how I'll refer to her in this post for the sake of anonymity. I attended a private school back then, and Mrs. Robinson was one of the substitute teachers. I rarely ever saw her during my first few years, because my normal teachers usually had excellent attendance. The few times I did see her, I was very strongly attracted to her. She was gorgeous. She had long blond hair, a youthful face, a slender build, and a good sized rack. She was everything a fifteen year old could want, and the fact that she was my teacher, just made me want her so much more.

During my last year at that high school, my math teacher became very ill, and took a leave of absence. Although there were several rumors why she left, spread no doubt by the students, no one really knew why she left. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Robinson, became the temporary replacement. Needless to say, myself, along with all the other students, were very excited.

During the course of my first few classes, I found that Mrs. Robinson, was a very different kind of teacher. She would often use inappropriate language, and she was far from politically correct. She was very down to earth, and human, which is why I think I liked her so much. I often found myself staying late after class just to be near her. I would do little things like feed the fish, empty the waste baskets, vacuum, or clear the chalk board. I often noticed she would rub her neck, almost as if she was trying to relieve some pain. One day, after class was out and I was clearing the chalk board, I asked her why she rubbed her neck so often. She laughed and mentioned it was a girl thing. Out of curiosity, I asked her if it was related to her breasts. She smiled and mentioned that they weren't even her breasts. She went on to explain how her ex-husband "bought" them for her, as a birthday present to himself. It was a very unusual teacher/student conversation, but like I said, Mrs. Robinson was a very different kind of teacher. I told her to let me have a crack at it, thinking maybe I could help. I moved behind her, and placed my hands on her shoulders. I'd never given a massage before, but apparently I was very good at it. She seemed to love it when I rubbed her shoulders and neck. After about a minute she moved her bra strap down her shoulder, through her shirt, as it was bothering her. I was very aroused by that. A few minutes later the bell rang, officially making me late for my next class. Mrs. Robinson told me to hurry along, mentioning we needed to do this again sometime.

Over the course of the next few days, I continued to stay late after class to help Mrs. Robinson. I often found myself rushing through my cleaning duties so I could rub her neck and shoulders. We would chat here and there while I was cleaning. I learned a few things about her during our conversations. She would talk about her ex-husband and how he only married her because he was rich, and wanted a trophy wife. She mentioned that he eventually wanted kids, and she was unable to have them, and that was the reason why they split up. We had very "adult" conversations, but the topic never really steered towards sex. After I finished cleaning up, I always managed to find myself massaging her neck and shoulders. She rarely spoke while I massaged her. She usually just moved her bra strap down and let me do my thing. She would occasionally moan softly, which really turned me on. I wanted to make a move, but I was very young and shy back then. Plus I don't think there is a proper approach for hitting on your teacher.

That following weekend, I was a public pool with a friend, and I noticed Mrs Robinson there. She was wearing a bikini, and sun bathing near the deep end of the pool. I walked over and said hello. She smiled and returned my greeting. She went on to explain how she was babysitting her neighbors kids and charged me with helping her keep an eye on them. Seeing her in a two piece, really turned me on, so much in fact I needed to get in the water to hide my incoming erection. Shortly after I got in the water, the lifeguard blew the whistle indicating adult swim. I was in no position to exit the pool so I stayed in and tried to act like I belonged there. Shortly afterwards Mrs. Robinson got up and hopped in the pool next to me. She leaned up against the pool edge and was instructing the children she was babysitting to behave during the adult swim time. It was the deep end of the pool and I moved in close to her just treading water near her. We just started a conversation, when a lifeguard walked by and asked me how old I was. I lied and said I was eighteen, trying my hardest to act casual. He looked at Mrs. Robinson, with a puzzled look, and she gave him a reassuring nod, before he walked off. I thanked her for covering for me, and she assured me I was more of a adult than most of her friends. I never really knew what exactly she meant by that, but I guess it doesn't matter. Shortly after that, a rather large man dove into the pool, causing a large stir in the mostly still water. The force of the resulting wave knocked me into Mrs. Robinson. I awkwardly tried to avoid the inevitable collision, but there wasn't much I could do. The sudden wave, it pushed my body into hers, jabbing my fully erect penis right into her hip, before it slid off and ran down her lower back. I was very embarrassed, but I tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. She looked at me and smiled and asked me "what was that?" I fumbled with my words while I tried to explain how she was very attractive, and seeing her in a two piece really got me going. I was so embarressed I could barely speak. She assured me it was okay, and explained how it my hormones were probably out of control at my age. She even blushed a little, and thanked me for making her feel sexually attractive. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die, but somehow she managed me assure me that it wasn't really a big deal.

The following Monday, Mrs. Robinson announced that she was going to need some help with yard work at her house, and asked if anyone could donate their time. Several of the male students raised their hands, but I casually said out loud "I'll do it." She accepted my offer to help, and told me to stay late after class for further details. After class was over, while I was doing my usual duties, she explained to me that she needed some help mowing her grass, and trimming hedges. I thought it was an unusual request for a teacher to make, but then again she was a very different kind of teacher. After I was finished with my duties, I offered to rub her neck and shoulders as always, and she of course accepted. She started moaning again, and this time, just to make a joke, I mentioned if she continued moaning like that, she might get accidentally poked again. She laughed and explained that she couldn't help herself, claiming I had magic hands, and I was going to make some lucky girl very happy one day. After she said that she started moaning louder, and even a little more seductively, despite my warning. She even said "oh Bones you make me feel so good" (Bones is my name) I wasn't sure if she was flirting with me, or subtly mocking me. Looking back on it now, I'm sure she was flirting with me, but I was only fifteen at the time, and I had no idea what her intentions were.

Over the course of the next few days, Mrs. Robinson increased her flirtatious actions with me. One day she told me to massage her chest, just under her collar bone. While I was doing that, she unbuttoned her blouse slightly, and insisted I move my hands just inside her shirt to do it. The next day she insisted I massage the same area, but this time she guided my hands lower, inside of her shirt, moving them just along the top of her breasts. By this point I knew she was coming onto me, but I had no idea how to respond.

That following weekend, I took the bus to Mrs. Robinson's house, and knocked on her door. It was a very large house, and much nicer than I expected it to be, considering she was living on a substitute teachers salary. When she answered the door, I noticed she was dressed a lot sexier than she usually was in class. She smiled, invited me inside, and offered me something to drink. I accepted her offer, and asked what she had. She said mostly booze and offer to mix me a drink. I reminded her of my age, but all she did was smile and say "I can keep a secret if you can." After I assured her I could, she made me my first ever, Vodka Collins. By the time I finished it she had already had three. I asked what she needed done as far as yard work, and she said we could get to that later, mentioning she wanted a massage first. She guided me upstairs into her bedroom, and started taking off her shirt. I averted my eyes out of respect, but somehow I felt as if that wasn't necessary. She laid down on the bed, face down, and instructed me to grab the bottle of oil on her night stand. I grabbed it, sat down next to her, and poured some onto her back. I started slowly rubbing the oil evenly over her entire back, then I moved into her shoulder and neck region. She once again started moaning, telling me how good I was at making her feel good. After a few minutes she turned over, exposing her bare breasts, and instructed me to massage her chest. I was trying my hardest not to stare, and I think she sensed that I was feeling a little unsettled. She asked me if I was okay, and mentioned we could stop at any time if I was uncomfortable with the naked female body. After I assured her it was fine, she instructed me to continue. I started where I normally did, just below her collar bone. She moaned slightly, and told me to go lower. I moved just above her breasts, rubbing in the crevice where her chest met her breasts. She told me not to be shy and rub her lower. I assumed she wanted me to rub her breasts, so I slid my hands gently over them and started rubbing them. I had no idea how to massage them, but I did my best, thinking if I messed up, she would probably forgive me. I rubbed them for several minutes while she moaned in pleasure. I was extremely turned on, probably more so than I have ever been in my entire life, but I tried my hardest to hide it. She sat up momentarily, looked me right in my eyes, and asked me if I could keep this all a secret. She explained if people found out what we were doing, she could lose her job. I assured her I wouldn't ever tell anyone. She smiled at me and assured me, that's what she wanted to hear. Just after that she leaned in and kissed me.

We kissed for several minutes, before she leaned against me, laying me down on my back. She had one hand behind my back, and she started using her other hand to slowly rub my neck and chest. Soon after she started unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing my chest and stomach. My mind was racing with thoughts of sex. It had been a long time since I last got laid, and I was finally about to get some, from my very attractive teacher no less. She moved her hand down and started rubbing my fully erected manhood, through the fabric of my jeans. I hastily moved my hands down to unbutton my pants, but Mrs. Robinson stopped me, telling me to just relax and let her do it. I think she sensed my overwhelming anticipation, and she started slowly unbuttoning them for me. She pulled my manhood out, grasping it gently, and started slowly kissing her was down my neck, chest, and stomach. The anticipation was killing me, because she was moving so slow. When she finally made it down to my throbbing member, she didn't put it in her mouth right away. She licked the tip for a while just to tease me. She mentioned that I was probably going to cum right away, and if I did that would be okay. I didn't know what she meant by that at the time, but before I could process it, she put my entire manhood into her mouth and started moving her head up and down extremely fast. It felt amazing, and after only twenty seconds I warned her I was about to cum. She didn't stop or slow down at all. I tried my hardest to resist but she was very good at pleasuring me. Soon afterwards I came. My whole body jerked spastically. Looking back on it, it was probably the best orgasm I've ever had in my entire life. She looked up at me and smiled. She mentioned that we weren't done yet, while she put on a robe. She said she was going to go fix us a few more drinks and mentioned that there were cigarettes on her nightstand if I wanted one.

I lit up a smoke while she was gone, and took this time to soak in my surroundings. Her place was unbelievably nice. I was ashing my cigarette in a crystal ashtray that rested on her marble topped nightstand. Her walls were covered in original artwork, and her bed was huge and probably custom made. It had a very masculine feel to it with the color scheme being mostly black, grey, and blue. When she came back into the room, bearing our drinks, I told her that her place was very nice, and asked how she could afford it on a teachers salary. She handed me my drink and told me it was all her ex-husbands, and that she got it all from the divorce process. She mentioned that she didn't want to talk about it, and I never brought it up again. We sat there chatting, smoking and drinking for about fifteen minutes, before she asked me if I was ready to go again. I didn't know how to respond, and while I was trying to think of a way to tell her I needed a little more time, she said "well there's really only one way to find out." While she said the she removed her robe, once again exposing her bare breasts, and she leaned in and kissed me.

Mrs. Robinson didn't take her time with me this time around. She almost immediately reached her hand down into my unbuttoned pants, and grabbed my near fully erected member. She looked at me and smiled, gloating how all she had to do was take her robe off and kiss me, to get me hard. I cockily pointed out it wasn't fully hard, and maybe she should do something about it. She smiled and leaned down and started giving me head once again. She was truly amazing and pleasuring me with her mouth, and within only ten seconds or so, I was fully erect, and ready to go again. To this day, after sleeping with more that eighty women, Mrs. Robinson is still the only woman I've ever know, that put my entire manhood fully inside her mouth. After a few minutes of that, she moved back up and kissed me again. I moved my hands down and started unbuttoning her shorts. She didn't stop me this time, and let me do my thing. I slid them down quickly and went right for her genitals. She stopped kissing me and smiled. She said to take my time and be gentle with her, because it had been a while. She rolled over onto her back, and instructed me to go slowly. I didn't quite know what to do, so I thought I'd just do all the things to her that she did to me. I leaned down and kissed her and started slowly rubbing her clit with my fingers. She parted her legs a little and started moaning slightly. Her moaning really turned me on, and I wanted to hear her moaning louder and more frequently, so I slid my finger inside of her and started thrusting it back and forth vigorously. Much to my surprise, she stopped moaning. She interrupted our kissing, and once again smiled at me and told me to go slower. She mentioned that women were different than men when it comes to sex, and while most me can be turned on in a matter of seconds, women take a little longer. I nodded to express my understanding of her, and continued kissing her. This time, I was much slower. I drug my fingertips all around her genitals, keeping track of the areas that made her twitch and moan. I started slowly rubbing her clit, and once again she started moaning. After several minutes I started rubbing a little faster, and applying more pressure. She moaned even louder. After several more minutes had passed, I slowly slid my finger inside of her, and started thrusting it in a slow yet firm manor. She moaned a little less but didn't interrupt me this time. After a few minutes I tried increasing speed. She didn't stop me but she told me "do it like this" while she moved her hand up and indicated a "come here" motion with her finger. I started using her technique, slowly at first and then eventually, at a much faster pace. She started moaning a lot louder and even screaming at certain points. She reached her hand down into my pants, and started stroking my manhood. She moved her head up to my ear and whispered "I want you inside of me now" I took off my pants and positioned myself on top of her. I told her I didn't have a condom, and she told me not to worry about it. She reached her hand down and guided my manhood inside of her. She was warm and velvety feeling. Tight and wet. It was incredible to finally be having sex with her, after hours of foreplay, weeks of flirting, and months of fantasizing about her. She moaned louder as I increased my speed. I kept to a steady rhythmic pace for fear of her stopping me for going too fast. After several minutes, she told me she wanted it harder, deeper, and faster. I did as I was told, an started doing her as she instructed. She moaned louder, and screamed several times. I didn't know it at the time but every time I made her scream, I was making her cum. I really liked making her scream, and I continued my harder, deeper, faster, rotation long after I was out of energy and completely exhausted. About an hour into it, I was ready to cum again and I told her I was getting close. She told me she wanted me to cum inside of her, and I did as I was told. It was a great feeling, that being the first time I've ever had unprotected sex and came inside a woman. Soon after I collapsed on top of her, totally exhausted, and struggling to catch my breath. She was out of breath as well, and we laid there for about five minutes just trying to catch our breaths.

I eventually rolled over and asked her if I could have another one of her cigarettes. She told me that would be okay, and to light her up one as well. She smiled and mentioned she had never slept with one of her students before. I laughed and mentioned it was my first time with a teacher as well. We laid there and chatted for about an hour. She gave me all kinds of useful tips on sex, that I still use to this day. She explained to me that I was awesome at the sex part, but I needed to work on my foreplay and seduction. She also mentioned I should never let a woman go that far without making a move. I didn't understand what she meant, and she told me, no girl is ever going to let you massage her everyday, and even touch her breasts, without wanting you to make a move. She went on to explain how even after I had her topless and rubbing her breasts in a bed, I still didn't make a move, and she even had to kiss me before I finally knew what was going on. I was astonished to learn she was stringing me along the whole time. I was curious why she picked me, out of a class full of male students, and she simply replied "because you were the cutest and most mature." Our after sex conversation was filled with insight about sex, foreplay, and seduction. I learned more from her than she could ever possibly know. After we finished talking, it was nearly dusk, and she told me I had better get going. I got dressed and told her we should do this again sometime. She smiled and agreed, but reminded me to keep it a secret.

The following Monday I saw her again in class. She was wearing a skirt, which I thought was incredibly sexy. She of course acted as if nothing had happened, as did I. After class was over I started doing my usually cleaning duties. Just after the last student left Mrs.Robinson told me to stop what I was doing, close the blinds, and lock the two doors. I did as I was told, hoping this was going to be what I thought it was. After I finished up I went over to her desk and started kissing her. She told me she was proud of me for making the first move this time. She positioned herself on her desk, spreading her legs and lifting her skirt. I started touching her through the fabric of her panties but she assured me we didn't have time for that. She reached down and undid my pants, grabbed my manhood, and slid it past her panties, inside of her. It was one thing to be having sex with my teacher, but the excitement of doing it in class made it so much hotter. She was much quieter this time, for obvious reasons, but that made it harder for me to tell when I was going to make her cum. I just stuck with the harder, deeper, faster method she had taught me, for about five minutes, before I came. She seemed impressed with my performance, but we barely had time to talk about it. As soon we were decent, I got up and unlocked the door. The moment I did that a student opened it, came in, and took a seat. I was going to be late for my next class anyways so I left.

During the course of our sex charged relationship, I learned a lot from Mrs. Robinson. It was mostly about sex, seduction, and foreplay. I think I learned so much because of her abilities as a teacher, and the fact that all we really did was have sex. We had a lot of sex over the course of about three months. I stopped by her home almost every day, and some nights I even stayed there. We stopped having sex in class a few weeks into our relationship, because we almost got caught. Three days before my sixteenth birthday, I graduated and moved far away. We both knew our relationship would eventually come to an end, and even though there were no strings attached or feelings involved, I was still crushed when we parted. Even to this day I still miss her and think very highly of her.

Other than this post, I've never mentioned what happened between myself and Mrs. Robinson to anyone ever. I left out her name, photos, and a lot of key details to keep her anonymous. I made her a promise I would never tell anyone of our experiences, and I'd like to think, even after this post, that I've managed to keep that promise. So here's to you Mrs. Robinson.

Keep in mind this is not her picture
I just felt like this post needed a little eye candy

(pictures came from maxim.com)

Mario Kart Love Song

2011-10-29T00:50:00.000-07:00

This guys name is Sam Heart. He wrote an amazing love song for his girlfriend, about Mario Kart. As a musician, an avid gamer, and a guy who enjoys dating, I can really appreciate this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDBpQVhCMb8

How to get the girl (foolproof)

2011-10-26T12:34:00.000-07:00

Buy a falconer’s glove.

Approach the girl you like wearing the falconers glove.

Ask her “Excuse me, have you seen a falcon fly by here?”

Look up to the sky, hopeful/sad.

If she says “No,” look distraught and ask her if she wouldn't mind helping you look for your falcon.

No human being would ever turn down an opportunity like this.

Use the time you spend together searching for the falcon to get to know her a little better.

At the end of your search (10 minutes) you will probably need consoling re: the loss of your one true friend.

By this point her interest in you based on the fact that you were able to put so much love and time into the raising of a falcon will more than ensure a second date, and from there it’s just a hop skip and a jump to marriage.

Good luck!

*NOTE: If by chance a falcon does appear out of nowhere, simply say ” (falcon’s name) I’ve missed you so much! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” Then offer to take the girl to dinner for helping you find your lost falcon. Bonus: You just got a free falcon.

(saw this posted on imgur.com a few months ago, I didn't write it,but I thought I'd share it here.)

Rebecca

2011-10-23T10:46:00.000-07:00

I met Rebecca several years ago while I was working as a waiter at a local diner. It was technically my first day on the job, but I've worked at that peculiar restaurant before. Rebecca came in late that evening and was seated in my section. While I was serving her, I naturally flirted with her. I used to flirt with all of my customers, because it increased my tips. Rebecca was one of the customers who flirted back. It was fairly slow that evening, so I eventually sat across from her, and started hitting on her. I could tell right away, that she was into me. We chatted and flirted casually with one another for about an hour, before I had to start doing my closing work. On her way out the door, she mentioned that she'd be at a local bar with few friends, just across the street, and if I got off work before they closed, I should join her. I told her I'd be there.

After I was finished with work, I stopped by that bar for a drink, and also too see if she was there. She held true to her promise and was there waiting for me when I arrived. I could tell she had already had a few drinks, maybe even too many, because she was much more flirty and direct with me. I ordered a drink and joined her, and her friends, at their table. Rebecca was being extra flirtatious with me, she sat very close to me, and was fooling around with me under the table. I had a few drinks with her, and we shared some rather naughty conversation. It was getting close to the bars closing time, so I knew I had to make a move. I eventually offered to take her back to my place after the bar closed, for some "coffee." Before she could respond, one of her friends TOTALLY COCK BLOCKED ME, saying she didn't think it was a good idea for her to go home with someone she just met. I've been in these situations before, and I know only bad things can come from trying to argue. I just smiled and said "that's cool then, can't blame a guy for trying" That seemed to win over her friends, but I still knew Rebecca wanted me. I wrote down my number on a bar napkin, and slipped it to her. I whispered in her ear, "if you wanna meet up later, here's my number." I finished my drink, covered the bar tab for the entire table, and left.

Shortly after I got home, Rebecca called me to thank me for paying the tab for her and her friends. They didn't know I covered the bill until after I left. She asked if I was home already, and I told her I was. She asked where I lived and I explained it was only about a block away from the bar. She asked me for directions, because she really needed to use my restroom. I knew I was set at that point. When she arrived, she immediately went to my restroom. I went to my bedroom, dimmed the lights and put on some music. I was pondering how I was going to get in her pants. After she was finished in my restroom, she came into my bedroom and started kissing me. It was a very direct move on her part, and it took a lot of the guess work out on my end. We kissed for a few minutes before we moved to my actual bed, and she started taking off her clothes. Apparently she only needed a few minutes of foreplay, which is always nice. I eventually put on a condom and positioned myself on top of her. I was going to tease her for a few minutes, but I could tell that wasn't necessary in this case. I thrust myself deep inside of her, and she moaned in pleasure. She was very loud in bed which really turns me on. I got her off several times during the course of our alcohol fueled passion. She screamed every time I made her cum, which always really turns me on, but I'm sure it pissed of my neighbors. Eventually I finished, rolled over on my back, and lit up a smoke. I smiled and thanked her for deciding to stop by. She got up and started getting dressed, saying she needed to leave. I asked her if she was going to be okay to drive, and even offered her the opportunity to stay the night. She told me her babysitter wouldn't appreciate that, and insisted she had to go.

The next day Rebecca called me, wanting to hang out again. I offered to take her to lunch and she accepted. I had her meet me at a really upscale sushi place. Over lunch we chatted, and flirted casually. I really seemed to impress her with my intellect and class, because she kept mentioning it. I could tell she was really into me, from how she spoke to me. I explained to her how I wasn't looking for anything serious, and we should keep our little relationship casual. She agreed, claiming she just got out of a relationship herself with her children's father. We made plans too meet up later that evening, after I got off of work.

She came over later that evening, and everything went pretty much that same as it did the night before. She went to the restroom, came into me room, kissed me, and we had sex. Not much changed except this time we were both sober, and she seemed to be a little louder this time around. Personally, I love when a girl is loud in bed, but I lived in a condo at the time, and I'm sure my neighbors didn't share my enthusiasm. One of them even changed their wifi name to "we can hear you having sex" shortly after I started dating Rebecca, which I thought was hilarious. Eventually, for the sake of my neighbors, I started spending the night at her place, where she was much quieter because her kids were usually sleeping a few rooms away.

Over the course of the next several weeks, Rebecca started demanding more of my free time, and I could tell her kids were starting to get attached to me, as I would often get them gifts when I visited. Things were moving a little fast for me and I told Rebecca how I felt. She didn't respond to it well, but she respected my decision to slow things down a bit. Over the course of the next few weeks, although we did see each other a lot less, Rebecca became increasingly needy. She started borrowing money from me, which I didn't mind that much because I had it to spare, but it seemed to me like she was growing dependent on me. I defiantly felt as if she was looking for a father for her children and something more long term than what she initially led me to believe. Eventually I told her we needed to end our relationship because I couldn't meet the needs she had for herself and her children. She was sad to see me go, but I think she knew all along I wasn't what she was looking for.

Tammy

2011-10-20T17:59:00.000-07:00

I met Tammy a few years ago. There is a local coffee shop where the owner would display local artists on the walls. I don't consider myself much of an art buff, but I noticed one of Tammy's paintings, and it caught my attention. It was an abstract piece, almost like a Salvador Dali or a Picasso. I really liked it, and it was very reasonably priced. At the bottom of the painting, on the frame, there was her name and email address. I sent her an email asking questions about her painting, and for more information. A few days later she responded to my email, asking when I wanted to meet her at the coffee place, and discuss her painting in further detail. I made plans to meet her the following week.

When I finally met Tammy, she wasn't at all what I expected. I imagined her as an older woman, maybe in her forties, quiet, artistic, deep, ect. She turned out to be much younger than I imagined, I guessed maybe seventeen years old, (twenty four, I later found out) and she was a little quirky or nerdy. We talked about the painting for a few minutes before I finally decided to buy it. She gave me her phone number and wanted to set a time for me to visit her place, too look at more of her paintings. I wasn't going to call her, but I really did like her work, plus she was pretty cute. On my way out to my car I noticed she was carrying another painting into the coffee shop, to replace the one I bought. I didn't get a good view of it, but from what I remember seeing, it was another really good piece. I decided to call her and set up an appointment.

A few days later I called Tammy to look at more of her art works. I wasn't planning on buying anything, but I really wanted to see what she had to offer. Plus she was really cute, and I thought maybe I'd try my luck at asking her out if things went smoothly. She agreed to have me over to her place to have a look at what she was selling. When I arrived, Tammy greeted me and invited me in. She was looking very sexy, and I immediately noticed a strong attraction to her. I wasn't sure if she shared that same attraction with me, as she was mostly just trying to sell me paintings, and keeping it strictly business. I ended up buying two more of her paintings. She was very happy to be selling her art works, and mentioned I was her first buyer ever. I told her I was happy to oblige and offered to take her out for drinks sometime to celebrate. She accepted my offer, out of excitement, and we made plans for that following evening.

I met Tammy the following evening at a local jazz lounge, Jay's Bistro. I noticed she had a new Louis Vuitton purse, probably bought with the money I paid her. I complimented her on her purse, and she seemed impressed by my knowledge of fashion. We ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate. We had a few glasses, and eventually finished the bottle. Soon after we ordered more drinks, and we were getting good and drunk. By that point I didn't feel as if she was into me, and I wasn't sure why at the time, so I just kept it casual. I could tell she had a few too many, because her speech started too slur and our conversation became more bolder. She mentioned at some point, that her friend Gary, would absolutely adore me. I was very confused by that. Did she think I was gay? I asked her why she thought that, and she laughed and said "you're gay aren't you?" She mentioned my taste in art, my knowledge of women's handbags, the swanky jazz bar, my nice clothes and peak physical condition. I laughed for about a good five minutes, uncontrollably, and assured her I was straight. She refused to believe me at first, insisting I fit most gay stereotypes. It took a little convincing, but eventually, she believed me. She looked more embarrassed than anyone I've ever seen. We both had a good laugh after that, and that's when I noticed she seemed a lot more interested in me. She asked me "are you single?" I assured her I was, and she said "I can't believe someone like you is single." We talked and flirted with each other for about another hour, before she decided it was late and she needed to head home. I called her a cab, while she was in the restroom, because clearly she wasn't ready to drive. After she came back from the restroom I told her a cab was on the way, and she thanked me. When the cab arrived I walked her out and helped her into it. She kissed me softly on my neck while I did that, and thanked me for being so sweet and understanding. I gave the cab driver a twenty and told him to take her home.

The next day Tammy called me and wanted to apologize for her behavior the night before. I assured her an apology wasn't necessary, but she insisted on it. She mentioned how rude it was for her to make such an assumption of me. I told her it really wasn't a problem and offered to take her out again. She asked if it would be a date, and I told her I was feeling a little demasculinated after my sudden realization that everyone might think I'm gay. I told her I always thought she was cute and mentioned yes it would be a date. After a little hesitation, something about not wanting to get involved with clients, she eventually agreed, and we made plans for the following evening.

I picked her up the following evening, and we set out for dinner and drinks at one of my favorite date spots, The Moot House. She was looking very sexy that evening, wearing a spaghetti strapped shirt and a skirt. I immediately started flirting with her and hitting on her. She responded to my advances with a little flirting of her own. I started feeling a strong sexual tension between us. During the course of our meal I started making more vulgar sexual advances and suggestions, just to see where the line was, and each time I thought I might have crossed it, she responded positively to my crudeness. It's rare to find a girl like that, a girl that likes you so much, they let you get away with just about anything. They will usually do almost anything to please you, but that period of time usually only lasts for so long. Eventually she asked about her paintings. I told her I had them framed and hanging in my living room, and she insisted she wanted to stop by my place after dinner to see it. I knew that was just her way of saying "take me back to your place and make love too me" but I played along anyways.

Soon after dinner we set off for my place, so she could see her paintings. I poured us a few glasses of wine while she examined her art work. She was very impressed with the frames I bought for them, and how they were displayed. We sat on my couch and drank our wine, while we examined her art work and chatted casually. It didn't take long before I made my move, leaning over and kissing her. We kissed for several minutes, before I started exploring her body with my hands, and slowly undressing her. She was a little chatty while I did this and I found that very annoying. I usually try to pay attention to what I'm doing while I'm kissing someone, but she seemed more focused on keeping the conversation rolling. Eventually I made me way up her skirt and started fooling around, thinking maybe that would shut her up, but she was still talking my ear off, making it very hard for me to get in the mood. Try to imagine yourself in my position, you have your fingers inside a cute girl, trying to please her, and she keeps saying stuff like "oh you're good at that" "I bet you do this to all the girls you meet" "I still can't believe I thought you were gay" "I can't believe I'm letting my first customer get this far" It's gets really annoying. It was very hard for me to tell what she liked ,or whether or not if I was even turning her on. I thought maybe she'd stop talking if we were having sex, so I offered to take her into my bedroom. She accepted, and I led her into my room, by the small of her back.

The sex, at first, was no different than the foreplay. She kept talking to me, even while I was inside of her. It was a very unusual experience for me and I really didn't like it. I've had girls talk to me in bed before, but it was usually just short quick instructions like "faster" "deeper" "that hurts" "oh god" "oh daddy" or even "wrong hole" Tammy was more interested in having a full out conversation with me. It made me feel as if I wasn't doing a good job, and I couldn't get her in the mood. It was very hard for me to focus as well. Eventually, out of sheer frustration, I said "shut up and take my cock." That little phrase immediately turned her on, and just after I said that, she started moaning. It took maybe twenty seconds, before I made her cum. She got off several more times over the course of the next fifteen minutes, before I myself finished. I rolled over onto my side and she mentioned my little phrase. She said something about how that turned her on more than she had ever been in her life. She said she loved how I took control and showed her my dominance, and how it really turned her on that I talked so dirty to her. I didn't have the heart to tell her that phrase was actually literal, but at least now I knew what to do in the future.

I dated Tammy for a few weeks. I told her I wasn't looking for anything serious, and she assured me that was fine with her. She seemed mostly interested in sex, which was fine with me. I told her the dirtiest things every time we had sex, and she just loved it. It seemed like the more aggressive I was with her, the more it turned her on. After a few weeks had passed I started hearing less and less from Tammy. It was to be expected, we both knew our sex fueled fling wasn't going anywhere. After a few weeks of dating, we lost contact.

Awesome Proposal

2011-10-17T11:47:00.000-07:00

I stumbled across this video a few weeks ago. This guy did an amazing proposal to his girlfriend and I thought I'd share it with you. Although I'm not comfortable with the idea of marriage at this point in my life, I am considering it in my future. I always pictured myself proposing in a somewhat extravagant manor, but I imagine it will be hard for me to top this one.

Fast Forward to 1:30 if you're feeling lazy

This is why I love Halloween.

2011-10-14T10:18:00.000-07:00

HALLOWEEN

It's even better than Christmas

Janell

2011-10-11T09:52:00.000-07:00

I met Janell in in the summer of 2001. I was friends at the time with her brother. He'd come over to my house and we'd hang out and play video games, and many times Janell would drop him off and pick him up. I didn't know her very well at the time but occasionally I would invite her inside, just as a courtesy. She usually declined my offers, but occasionally she would come in and chat for a while. When I first met Janell I never thought I'd end up dating her because she was married and had a child, but I have a very bad habit of flirting with every woman I see, and eventually she started taking to my charm.

She would sometimes hang out in my room with her brother, and we'd chat here and there. She would always complain how her husband was no good. Many times she referred to him as a drug addict and an alcoholic. I never actually met him, therefore I have no opinion of him. Eventually, she told me that he ended up in prison, and was going to be gone for a long time. When she told me this, she said it in a very flirty manor, almost as if she was glad to be single. She started flirting with me even more now that her husband was locked away. I always felt a strong sense of sexual tension between us, and I tried to resist the urge to seduce her, being that she was married, but eventually the attraction between us got the better half of me.

One day she had dropped her brother off to visit and I had everything all set up and waiting for her. I usually had my video game console in my bedroom, where the three of us usually hung out, but this time I moved it into my living room. When she dropped him off I invited her inside to stay a while. She didn't have anything better to do so she accepted my offer. Her brother noticed I moved my console and I told him to play a few games without me so I could chat with his sister. He didn't know what I had planned, so naturally he did what I told him to do. I walked Janell back into my bedroom, and she smiled wryly at me, knowing all along what my intentions were. I thought I was being pretty smooth about it, but she saw through my clever plan. She said something like "I can't believe you set this up just to try and get in my pants." I just played it off, and assured her I just didn't feel like playing video games at the time and only wanted to chat. I also mentioned how she was much older than me, and if we were going to have sex, she was going to have to seduce me. Little did I know at the time, she would take me up on that offer.

I was very young at the time, and I never had a plan backfire on me. She saw through my plan, forcing me to come up with a new approach. I just played it cool for the time being, just to kind of feel things out. We sat on my bed and talked for a few minutes. I was trying to read her body language for signs of sexual interest, but all she was displaying were signs of unrest or boredom. Eventually she said "This is boring are, you going to make a move or not." I had no idea how to respond to that. She made a very direct move, but I thought maybe she was just joking or trying to expose my plan. I smiled cockily, and reminded her that because I was still a teenager and she was almost thirty, she would have to come onto me. She rolled her eyes at me, said "you're so immature," and she leaned over and kissed me.

She pushed me onto my back and continued kissing me. Before that time I'd never had a woman be so forward with me. She was on top of me, which gave me very little room to work my magic, but she seemed to have everything under control. We kissed passionately for several minutes, and during that time she started removing her clothes as well as mine. Eventually she got both of our pants off and started grinding the shaft of my manhood, while she kissed me. This really turned me on. Eventually, after she had gotten herself off a few times, she asked me if I had a condom. I grabbed one off of my nightstand and I put it on. I went to roll her over, but she instead pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She was very talented at being on top, and before I met her, no other girl could get me off while they were on top of me. I just laid back and enjoyed the "ride," while she furiously worked her hips back and forth. She got off several more times, and struggled to keep quiet, because her little brother was in the next room. Eventually she wore herself off and told me to climb on top and finish. I wanted to get her off one more time, but I knew eventually her brother would notice us still missing and come looking for us, so I finished promptly. I rolled over and laid next to her and we both caught our breaths. I lit us up a few smokes and we laid there for a few more minutes chatting. She warned me never to tell her brother, and I assured her I never would. Eventually we got dressed and walked out as if nothing had happened.

The next day Janell came over, and she didn't bring her brother with her. I knew right away that this was a booty call, and I gave her what she wanted. Once again she climbed on top of me and I noticed she preferred to be on top. She was much louder this time, as we didn't have a need to be quiet, and that always turns me on. After it was all over she mentioned something about how she could get used to this, and reminded me not to tell her brother about our little affair. If he found out we slept together, nothing would stop that information from getting to her husband. I have to admit, the danger involved made our sex fueled relationship, so much hotter.

A few days after that, the house I was living in at the time caught fire and almost completely burned down. I didn't have anywhere to go. When Janelle found out she convinced her brother to convince their parents to let me stay with them. When their parents learned of my dire situation they agreed to let me stay with them, until I could get back on my feet. They arranged for me to stay in Janelle's brothers room. Janelle was also staying there, while her husband was in prison, because she also had no where else to go. Janelle's room was just down the hall from where I was staying. Despite the fact that we could get caught at any time, we still continued our steamy romance. We had sex about two to three times a day, and almost got caught on several occasions. The risk factor involved made it so much hotter.

Eventually I saved enough money to get my own place, and I moved out. It was across town and I didn't have a chance to visit Janelle very often. I saw her, maybe twice, that following month. We still had great sex but the thrill of getting caught was virtually gone. I was interested in a few other girls at the time, and I have a feeling that Janelle had some of her own priorities to straighten out. We eventually lost contact, but we both knew from the start, that our steamy romance was just a fling, and nothing more.

Crystal

2011-10-08T13:36:00.000-07:00

I met Crystal while attending high school several years ago. I don't really remember anything about her from that time. She was a freshmen and I was what you would call a super senior. Not that long ago she tracked me down on Facebook and sent me a friends request. I had no idea who she was, but she looked familiar so I accepted it. I went through all of her pictures on Facebook and knew I knew her from somewhere, but I had no idea how I knew her. I gave up in frustration and sent her a message asking her who she was and how I knew her. She mentioned how we went to school together. I still didn't remember her very well, but at least now I knew roughly who she was.

Over the course of the next few weeks she posted a lot of crap on Facebook. It was hard to ignore her posts, as they were posted so frequently. Eventually I started reading them, out of boredom and curiosity. From what I could tell from reading her posts, she was a pretty typical girl, talkative, friendly, family oriented, sociable, ect... However I've trained myself to read between the lines. I started noticing subtle things in her posts that stood out to me. I sensed a lot of pent up sexual tension and frustration. I initially shrugged it off thinking maybe I was wrong. Shortly afterwards I noticed a lot of guys were commenting on her posts. They had to have sensed the same thing I noticed right? I decided to act, I just had to know if I was getting the right signals from her. She had this picture in her albums of herself in a bikini. I posted a pretty bold comment saying "I'd hit it." Shortly afterwards she "liked" my comment on her picture. That had to be a good thing right?

Soon after I sent her an instant message. I was fishing for information, because I barely knew her. During our chat she mentioned that she always had a crush on me. I was flattered, to say the least, but I just played it cool. Our conversation was short because she had too go, so I didn't really have a chance to hit on her. I wasn't really sure how to handle this one. She was defiantly flirting with me, and I could tell she was sexually frustrated, but it's hard for me to read a woman over Facebook.

The next day I noticed she was online so I sent her an instant message. I made the boldest move I've ever made with a women. I just straight out asked her if she wanted to come over to my place and have sex. She replied with "lol" and a few minutes later she mentioned she couldn't tell if I was being serious or not. I told her I was serious, that she seemed like she needed to get laid, and that I thought I would be perfect for it. She laughed at my bold suggestion at first, but then she started pondering the idea of us having sex. She asked me if it would be good sex. I told her it would be phenomenal, no strings attached, no questions, no regrets. She mentioned something about how everyone would think of her as a slut. I laughed at that and said I'd be the only one who knew about it, and I'd never refer to her in such a manor. After a few more minutes of coaxing, I finally convinced her to come over for a drink, just so we could discuss it further, and if she decided against it, I'd be fine with it.

Crystal came over about an hour later. She wore a low cut blouse and some jeans. I knew just by looking at her, and the fact that she came over, that if I played my cards right, there was a strong chance of us sleeping together. She was extremely shy and nervous, so I poured us a both a drink. We sat on my couch, had a few drinks and chatted for a while. It wasn't long before I noticed she started loosing up. That's when I started flirting with her. I brought up the idea of us having sex, just to test the waters. She laughed at the idea and even blushed a little. She mentioned it probably wasn't going to happen. I told her I didn't have any expectations or demands of her, and she was free to do as she liked. She smiled at me and thanked me for understanding. I leaned in, very close to her, and whispered, "here's a little sample of what you're passing up," and I kissed her. I thought I was going to catch her off guard, but she kissed me back, as if she was anticipating it. I brushed my palm softly against her cheek, and kissed her very passionately. I made my way down her neck, kissing her along the way. When I got to her ear, I whispered, "that's too bad" and I pulled away from her. It was a short kiss, but it was filled with sexual tension. Judging from how she reacted when I kissed her, I knew I probably could have had her right there, but I decided to tease her a little. After I pulled away from her, I smiled in a cocky fashion, and offered to refresh her drink. For me it isn't always about getting sex, while I do enjoy the chase, many times I like to reverse the situation, and let the woman come after me.

After a few more drinks and flirty conversation, I realized Crystal wasn't going to take the bait. We both knew the night was going to end with sex, but she hung on to her modesty, and never showed any clear signs that she wanted it just as much as I did. I was okay with that, but I always feel it's worth a shot, given the right circumstances. I stretched out, indicating I was bored, and I asked her what she wanted to do for the rest of the evening. She smiled and mentioned she was having fun just talking. I said "talking's fun, but we could just make out again instead" in a cocky manor. She laughed at the idea, but I leaned in to kiss her anyways. It was a long and passionate kiss this time, full of sexual tension. I started moving my hands up and down her body, letting them drag over her breasts when I got to them each pass. When she didn't stop my little intrusions, I got a little bolder and started gently squeezing and rubbing them. After some time I went to unhook her bra, and I quickly realized it didn't have a clasp in the back. I hate bra's that clasp in the front, as they tend to be a little more tedious. Often times I can unhook a bra without the woman even noticing, but when they clasp in the front, it's a lot more obvious what I'm going for. I let my fingers drag down her breasts, into her cleavage, and down to her bra clasp. I took me less that half a second to unhook it, probably the best I've ever done with a front clasp. It's kinda nice when you can still impress yourself. I slowly lifted her shirt up, and started fondling her now exposed breasts. She didn't show any signs of hesitation. After some time had passed, I moved my hand down and undid her jeans. As I reached my hand inside, she slightly parted her legs. I started slowly touching and rubbing her. She didn't try to stop me. Usually when I do this, girls start showing signs that I'm turning them on, such as moaning, increased breathing, arching their back, ect... Crystal, however, didn't show me any signs at all. She just laid there and kissed me. I figured I was maybe doing something wrong, so I increased my efforts. I tried just about every trick I could think of, and after nearly a half hour, I still didn't get any response from her. I had no idea what I was doing wrong, and I was starting to think maybe it was her. I started pondering the idea that she could only get off during sex, or not at all. Shortly afterwards, I whispered in her ear, "lets take this back to my bedroom" She looked up at me and nodded in agreement, so I led her to my room by the small of her back.

Inside my room it was very dark. I guided her to my bed and laid her down gently. We kissed for several more minutes, before I started removing her clothes, and my own. I thought maybe I could get her off, or at least arouse her, if I gave her some oral sex. That's something I rarely do, because I've never thought I was any good at it, but I thought maybe, since I already tried everything else, I'd give it a shot. I went down on her for about twenty minutes, and still got very little response from her. She would occasionally twitch her legs, and I did notice slightly elevated breathing, but that's about it. Afterwards I grabbed a condom off of my nightstand and put it on. I climbed on top of her and teased her for a bit before I slid myself inside of her. I started slowly and worked into a faster pace over time. It was terrible, she didn't moan, move her hips, or anything. I leaned down and whispered "does that feel good?" She said "yes." but I didn't believe her at the time. I started using my fail proof harder, deeper, faster, method, and even that got me hardly any response. After about a half hour, I finally gave up and finished. I rolled over onto my side, panting and wheezing. She really took it out of me. She just laid there and said that was the greatest sex she'd ever had. I replied "yea right I probably didn't even get you off." She said I did, eight times to be exact. I was very confused at that point, and asked when she had them. She told me two on the couch, one when I was going down on her, and the rest when I was inside of her. I was befuddled and I even accused her of lying, but she insisted it was the truth. I eventually believed her, as she really had no reason to lie to me. After a few more minutes of chatting, she decided it was time to go home and get some sleep.

A few days later, she sent me an instant message on Facebook. After a few minutes of chatting, I could tell she wanted more sex from me. She asked what I was doing for the evening, and I told her I had plans. I normally don't turn down a sure thing, but I really did have another date for that evening. Plus, she was terrible in bed. She just laid there, still and lifeless. Having sex with her was like trying to screw a futon. After a few more instant messages, she noticed I always seemed to have plans and eventually she stopped contacting me.

Two Hundred Followers

2011-10-06T18:13:00.000-07:00

This is how I felt when I reached two hundred followers.

When I started this blog, just two months ago, I never thought so many people would be interested in what I had to say. Thank you all for your support.

~Bones

Stacy

2011-10-04T05:53:00.000-07:00

I met Stacy at a very dark point in my life. I was incarcerated, for a theft related crime, and serving a one year sentence in a half way house. The half way house is an alternative to jail, although you can wear your own clothes and get a job, it's pretty much still jail. Also unlike most jails it's coed, however relations with other inmates are strictly forbidden. I was about nineteen years old at the time, and my sex drive was in it's prime, but it's hard to get any "action" in that kind of situation. I met Stacy about five months into my stay. I was assigned to do her orientation and give her a quick tour of the facility. Our initial conversation was pretty much strictly business. I could tell she was a little shy and somewhat afraid of the new environment, but that's to be expected of anyone. Despite the fact that she was a little older than me, I thought she was pretty cute, especially when compared to most of the other women there, whom were usually homely looking and unkempt.

A few days into her stay, Stacy started coming out of her shell, and socializing with other inmates. It's very hard to go it alone, and most people in that place, despite the fact that they're all criminals, are pretty friendly. I didn't really know her all that well at the time, but we would chat here and there as our paths crossed. From what I could tell of our short conversations, she was properly educated and well spoken, she wasn't covered in tattoos or piercings, there were no track marks or self inflicted scars on her arms, she didn't strike me as the type of person that belonged in there. She defiantly stood out from the other women in that place, and many of them men in there, including myself, found that to be very attractive.

One of the other male inmates took a liking to her, as he often did with most of the women in there. I never knew his name but everyone called him Whitey because he was so pale. He was very crude, and often made unwelcomed sexual remarks and gestures towards several of the women in there. I didn't know him personally, but I defiantly knew what kind of person he was. He's the type of guy you'd see in a club harassing women all night with cheesy pick up lines, unwanted groping, and crude sexual advances. He obviously had a shortcoming in his life that he over compensated for by being a douche bag. I didn't really like him because men like him always make men in general look bad. He was a classic, textbook definition, of a scumbag.

Over the course of the next few weeks Whitey relentlessly harassed Stacy. He did everything he could to get her in bed with him, and every crude advance he made, she rejected him. I think she had it worse than any of the other women in there, simple because she was prettier. After a while I started feeling bad for her because there wasn't anything she could do about it. If she told the staff members of the facility, that she was being sexually harassed, they wouldn't believe her unless she could prove it, and even if she could, Whitey would only receive a very mild punishment. Plus she would be labeled a "snitch" by all the other inmates, which is about the worse thing you could be in a place like that. Her only other choice was to try and defend herself either by using physical violence, or some other means.

Eventually, it started bothering me, so I decided to intervene in a very passive, non-threatening manor. I walked up too them and jokingly mentioned, "you'll never get your dick wet if you keep going for girls that don't want you." I said it loud enough so others could hear, but in a joking manor with a smile on my face. Since he didn't take it as a threat, it resulted in a positive outcome. He laughed in a cocky fashion and mentioned something about how all girls wanted him, but nonetheless I made him, as well as everyone else that heard me, aware of the fact that she wasn't interested in him, and he left her alone for the time being. After he wandered off, probably to go harass another girl, Stacy thanked me for scaring him away. I jokingly said "I only did that so I could hit on you. So... When you gonna let me get in those panties." She laughed knowing I was only joking & mocking Whitey, but, much to my surprise, she replied "If anyone in here had a shot them, it'd be you." That turned me on so much. After six months in the half way house, and six months in jail, I was pushing a full year without sex, and Stacy, despite her age, was looking very sexy. It was a hard comment to gauge, I didn't really know if she was flirting, or just joking. Either way she defiantly caught my attention.

The next day Stacy was getting on her bicycle, probably on her way to work, when Whitey walked over to her. He was making crude remarks as usual, something about wishing he was that bike seat. He then stood behind her, not allowing her to back out, and started groping her. That really offended me. Before he was just harassing a girl I barely knew, but now he was groping a girl I was potently interested in. That coupled with the fact that he didn't take me seriously the last time I told him she wasn't interested in him, it really pissed me off. Normally I'm very laid back and calm, but this needed to be handled, probably with violence. I walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder VERY firmly, and backed him off. While I did that I said "why don't you just leave her alone, having to listen to your fail attempts to get some booty all day is getting annoying." I really asserted my dominance by puffing out my chest, and standing at my full height, looking down on him as I spoke. This allowed Stacy to leave, she looked back and smiled at me as she pulled off, but now I had to deal with Whitey.

I went and sat down at a nearby table and lit up a smoke. Despite my obvious assertion of dominance, Whitey was fairly level headed at first. He knew he couldn't pick a fight right there because there were staff members near by, and if it went down, we'd both end up back in jail. I think it was more of a shock to him that someone like me, a very mild manored person, would use such a strong force to negate the situation. He went and sat with his friends at a nearby table and started fuming. He purposefully said things at a volume so I could overhear. Things like "man that guys a little cock block bitch," or "everyone watch out for captain save-a-ho." I just ignored him, I wasn't really looking for a fight and I figured he'd cool down eventually. After a few more minutes he walked over to me and started talking shit. It was pretty typical stuff, most of it I just blew off, but eventually he touched my shoulder to grab my attention, and mentioned I disrespected him. That's when I got pissed. Respect is everything in jail or the halfway house. I stood up, using my superior height to tower over him, and I said "you don't know shit about respect. If you had any respect you'd leave that bitch alone after she told you to fuck off the first time. If you had any respect I wouldn't have to listen to your fucked up attempts to get your little dick wet every single day. You've disrespected every bitch in here, with your failed ass attempts to get laid, and after a while, having to listen to that shit gets fucking old." I knew we were going to end up fighting after that, but we weren't in a good place to do it. After his failed attempts to rebuttle he got frustrated and shoved me. I told him "maybe we should handle this upstairs in the mens room, like men." (the mens room was a large locker style bathroom with out cameras. Staff members rarely went in there, and many fights happened there) After I said that he looked around and noticed the staff members just inside the window. He knew we needed to settle our dispute elsewhere.

While we walked upstairs, with a few onlookers that overheard our dispute, I thought about how the fight would go down. I was 6'6" maybe 200 lbs and in great shape. I took three years of wrestling in high school and I knew how to use my weight to my advantage. He was about 5'9" and maybe 165lbs, also in very good shape. I knew I could take him but I had no idea what his fighting capabilities were. It had been years since I had been in a real fight, and Whitey seemed pretty tough. That was a little intimidating, but you gotta do whacha gotta do.

After a short walk we arrived upstairs in the mens room. We had about four people that followed us to watch the fight. After a few minutes of Whitey talking shit, I started to get impatient. I got in his face and told him to throw a punch or shut the fuck up. He didn't, instead he just kept talking shit and said if he hit me I'd just go snitch on him. I used that statement to my advantage. I said "I'm not a fucking snitch, I wouldn't have came all the way up here if that were the case, just quit being a little bitch and throw a punch." He still did't hit me and stuck to his argument that I would just rat him out after he threw a punch. At one point I started taunting him, I said things like "why the fuck did you drag me all the way up here just to talk shit, we could have done that shit downstairs" or "quit being a little bitch and throw a punch already." He still stuck to his argument of me being a snitch. At one point one of the onlookers said "quit sucking each others dicks and throw a punch already." I used that to my advantage to get the crowd on my side. I sad things like "why the fuck did you drag us all up here for nothing" and "sorry guys, looks like the shows canceled because bitch boy wont throw a punch." I knew even if the fight didn't happen, if I could get the crowd on my side, I would still come out the victor. After a few more minutes of our heated debate, I mentioned how this was a waste of every ones time and turned around to head for the exit. That's when he attacked me.

He lunged at me from behind, grabbing me around my waist and pushing his head into my back. I fell forward smashing my mid section into a steel sink. The fall knocked us both off balance and we ended up on the floor. It took me a second to process what had happened, but I quickly kicked in my wrestling training and rolled over and got him in a head lock. He smashed his head back into my face and busted my lip. That pissed me off even more and I started to squeeze even harder. I knew if I could choke him out I'd win the fight. After a few seconds he managed to slip his chin underneath my forearm and bit me, forcing me to release him. He tried to regain his footing as he turned around but he slipped on the wet ceramic floor, and landed on top of me. We wrestled around for a while, trying to gain the upper hand on one another, and somehow we ended up in the shower area. He was surprisingly strong and I struggled shifting my weight trying to pin him down. Eventually I ended up on top of his chest, pinning his arms down with my knees. I started throwing punches into his face, while he was unable to defend it. He rolled his face onto it's side, as that was his only defensible option, and I continued hitting him with my dominant hand, landing all of my blows on the left side of his face. After about nine or ten punches, he stopped trying to struggle, and his body went limp. I knew I knocked him out so I stopped, and struggled to catch my breath and regain my footing. One of the onlookers came and helped my too my feet, and mentioned that he'd probably had enough. I nodded in agreement. When I gained my footing I looked down at Whitey to assess the damage that was done.

Whitey was still breathing, but unconcious, covered in blood, and laying partly in one of the showers with only his legs and feet sticking out. I turned on the shower to it's cold setting, to help clean him up, thinking maybe that'll help him cool off. I went to have a look at myself the mirror, to assess any damage he did to me. My shirt, hands and fore arms were covered in blood, none of it was mine. I could taste blood in my mouth form where he had headbutted me, but it didn't seem severe. My fore arm was sore from where he had bit me, but that didn't hurt so much either. My knuckles were very sore and starting to swell but they weren't bleeding. What hurt me the most was the initial fall I took into the sink. I didn't know it at the time, but that fall into the sink ended up fracturing two ribs on my right side. I cleaned myself up in the sink and used the clean backside of my shirt to dry off. I tossed my shirt in the trash to help get rid of any evidence linking me to the fight. As I walked out of the bathroom I looked back at the onlookers and said "you guys didn't see nothing here right?" They all nodded in agreement, and one guy even responded, "I didn't see shit."

I went into my room, which was only a few feet away from the bathroom, to grab a clean shirt. After I was all set, I headed downstairs and outside to have a smoke. I was followed by a few of the onlookers, they were mostly talking me up, and mentioning highlights of the fight. One guy even mentioned "man I can't believe that little bitch bit you, we should start calling him Bitey instead of Whitey." I laughed at that. Little did I know at the time that name would stick with him for the next several months. I told people to keep it on the down low, because I didn't want everyone to know what happened. The wrong information in the wrong hands would end me up in jail. Shortly after I finished my smoke a staff member came outside and informed us that we were on a facility lockdown. (which means we have to go to our rooms until they say we can come out) I knew they had found Whitey and that's what this was all about, but I just played dumb and went along with it. I went upstairs to my room and noticed several staff members guarding the door to the bathroom. A few minutes after I was in my room I noticed an ambulance pulled up on the side of the building. I could barely see it but I knew why it was there, and I knew I was probably going to be in deep shit.

After a few minutes they rolled Whitey out on a gurney. They weren't moving at a rushed pace which had to be a good sign right? After they left the staff members lifted the lockdown, and lined us all up outside. They started inspecting people at one end of the row asking them to show their hands. I knew they were looking for abrasions on peoples knuckles, or any other indications that they had been in a fight. I glanced down at my knuckles to double check, but other than some minor swelling and a little soreness, they appeared to be okay. When they got to me I held up my hands but I made fists to hide the swelling. I kept my forearms facing down to hide the bite mark, and I bit my lip to hide the swelling. It was one of the most paranoid feelings I'd ever had in my life. If they had found ANY indication that I was somehow involved, I would have ended up in jail facing possible assault charges. They cleared me after a quick look, which was extremely relieving. after that was all over I sat down at a nearby table and lit up a smoke. One of the head directors came outside and yelled, "If anybody knows anything about what happened, let us know. We might even throw in a few positive SIR's." (positive SIR's were like little rewards for extra free time or snacks and such.) I glanced over at the few onlookers and they all threw me a reassuring nod. I knew none of them would rat me out, and I also knew once Whitey woke up he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut. (pun intended & explained later)

After I finished my cigarette, I headed upstairs to my room to lie down. The pain in my ribs was starting to become overwhelming whenever I moved, so I figured a little rest would help. After a few hours laying there in my bed, I fell asleep. One of my friends came in my room and woke me up. He mentioned Stacy was back and looking for me. I went to get up but when I moved, the pain in my ribs was excruciating, and I collapsed. He saw I was in pain and offered to help, but I didn't want to move again. It was just too much pain for me to bare. I told him to tell her I was asleep, and he nodded and left. Shortly after Stacy came upstairs into me room. Women were not allowed to be in the upstairs area, it was for men only. It was a very strict rule and if she got caught in my room we'd both be in so much trouble. I reminded her of that rule and she said she didn't care. She mentioned that she'd heard about the fight. That didn't come as a surprise, I'm sure the gossip spread like wildfire while I was resting. She came and sat down beside me on my bed and I flinched at the sudden movement. She noticed even though I tried my hardest to hide it. She asked if I was hurt and I told her it was fine. She saw through my lie and lifted up my shirt. She saw my ribs and by that time they were heavily bruised. She ran her fingers over them and took note of when I flinched. I didn't know this at the time but Stacy was a registered nurse. She smiled and said "well tough guy it looks like you fractured your 5th and 6th ribs." I smiled and said "you should have seen the other guy." She smiled and said she already did. She informed me that he went to the hospital where she was working, and she happened to be working in the ER that afternoon. I asked if he was okay and she said he would be fine. It turns out he needed thirteen stitches to reattach his lower earlobe and he was in surgery having his mouth wired shut because I broke his lower jaw right where it meets the joint. They also needed to fix his fractured eye socket, and remove two of his rear molars I knocked out. I was relieved to know he was going to be alright, but a little frightened at my own strength, knowing how much damage I did in such a short amount of time. She got very serious for a minute and told me that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. I assured her she was just overly romanticizing the situation, and how it really wasn't even a big deal. I went on to tell her how it was more for my benefit that hers. That guy was a douchebag and he needed to be taught a lesson. She responded by telling me regardless of what my intentions were, I still came to her aid in her time of need.

She leaned down and kissed me on my forehead, to thank me for my inadvertent good deed. When she pulled her head away we locked eyes and I felt a strong sense of sexual tension. I moved my hand up to her cheek and brushed it softly with the back of my fingers. She leaned back down and kissed me. It was a very passionate kiss, filled with pent up sexual tension. After a few minutes of our steamy kiss I moved my hand down from her face and started exploring her body. When I got to her chest, she smiled and leaned back. I tried to lean forward to continue our kiss but the pain stopped me. She put her hand firmly on my chest and said "you just lie back and let me do this" She took her top of and teased me while she undid her bra. Her breasts were firm and perky for a woman of her age. I didn't know how old she was at the time, but later I learned she was forty nine. She even had a daughter that was a few years older than I was. Anyways she leaned back down, momentarily pressing her chest in my face before she moved down and kissed me. I was very turned on. She started making her was down my body, kissing me all along the way. When she got to my pants she undid them and, after teasing me a little more, she slid my manhood into her mouth. She was very talented at that particular skill. After a few minutes I warned her that she was going to make me cum. She stopped momentary and told me that would be fine, and then she continued. That was a real turn on and soon after I came. Much to my surprise she swallowed it and looked up at me and smiled with a sense of self satisfaction.. It was at that time we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Stacy panicked and rolled off the bed sliding underneath it. SHE TOOK THE BLANKET WITH HER! I managed to pull my shirt back down covering my bruised ribs, but as I was pulling my pants up my door popped open. It was a female staff member doing a routine check, and there I was lying on my bed with my pants pulled down, and my member at full attention. I couldn't help but smile at her and say "Oh it's exactly what it looks like." She looked down, noticed my unit, smiled, and said, "carry on." She blushed as she closed my door and continued her rounds. Luckily for me, she didn't notice Stacy and there were no rules against masturbation. That was defiantly the single most embarrassing moment of my entire life.

The next day Whitey got out of the hospital. His jaw was wired shut, and his eye was swollen shut. The director of the half way house pulled him into the office, and questioned him. Whitey made up some phony story about how he slipped and fell in the bathroom. He really had no choice but to say that. If he would have ratted me out, we both would have ended up in jail. We both would have gotten assault charges and I would have probably gotten stuck with his massive medical bill. Plus he would have been labeled as a snitch. If he stuck with his slip and fall story, no one would have gotten in trouble and the half way house would have had to cover his medical expenses. Luckily for us both he knew what the obvious choice was, and chose wisely. He stuck to himself for the next several weeks, as most of his former friends started teasing him and calling him Bitey. We made sure not to cross each others paths for the remainder of our stay and he never harassed Stacy again.

Stacy and I continued our little fling for several months, keeping it a secret from everyone. We found this rarely used stairway in the facility and had sex in there about three or four times a day. It was so much hotter knowing that we could both be caught at any time and probably end up in jail for it. The risk factor was a huge turn on for both of us. I eventually found out how old she really was and when I didn't believe he she introduced me to her daughter. Her daughter was three years older than me and she even had a child of her own. It was weird for me to know I was shacking up with a grandmother, but honestly, it turned me on even more. We both knew from the start that our "jail house fling" wasn't going anywhere, and shortly after she was released, we lost contact.

The Love Letter.

2011-10-01T10:02:00.000-07:00

A letter written by Sullivan Ballou, a soldier who gave his life during the American Civil War. Since then it has become one of the most iconic love letters ever written throughout the course of history.

July the 14th, 1861 Washington D.C.

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.

But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows—when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children—is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar—that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the brightest day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.

As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.

Sullivan

Sullivan died about a two weeks after he wrote that letter. After he died, his personal effects, including the letter that was never mailed, were delivered to Sarah. The power of the letter was recognized even then, and several handwritten copies were made. Many of those copies even exist today, with slight variations from one to the other. The letter also appeared in publications shortly after the war. The location of the original letter is unknown, but rumored to have been buried along with his wife Sarah.

Just about every guy has written a love letter at one point or another. But this one truly stands out.

Maria

2011-09-28T18:56:00.000-07:00

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.

janemariemd

2011-09-25T23:58:00.001-07:00

janemariemd

Daisy

2011-09-25T05:00:00.000-07:00

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.

2011-09-21T16:09:00.000-07:00

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.

Warning:
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.

Sarah

2011-09-18T19:49:00.000-07:00

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.

Jen

2011-09-14T22:02:00.000-07:00

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-Hey!
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.
Me-Ok...
Sarah-That girl really needs to get laid.
Me-Lol
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.

2011-09-11T19:27:00.000-07:00

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.

www.plentyoffish.com (has more than 30,000,000 members and it's completely free)
www.match.com (has just over 29,000,000 members)
www.chemstry.com (has just over 14,000,000 members)
www.perfectmatch.com (has just over 11,000,000 members)
www.eharmony.com (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.

pictures courtesy of kncifm.radio.com

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.

photo courtesy of privatedating.webs.com

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

2011-09-09T18:09:00.000-07:00

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.

2011-09-06T12:36:00.000-07:00

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.

How I met Kelly

2011-09-02T09:22:00.000-07:00

I was in a car accident a while back. No one was injured but both cars were practically destroyed. I was insured by Progressive Auto Insurance at the time and I tried calling their 1-800 number to file a claim, but their system was down. So I had to borrow a friends car and drive to the office to file a claim in person. That's where I met Kelly. She was the receptionist at the office. It was hard not to notice her because she was very pretty. She had long brown hair and deep blue eyes. Her skin was very smooth and pale. I was immediately attracted to her. I walked up to her and she gave me the standard "welcome to Progressive how can I help you" greeting. I exchanged information with her before she told me to wait in the lobby for an Insurance sales rep. I noticed she smiled a lot. I figured she was just being friendly as it was probably apart of her job. But most people I meet in this day and age, even if they're serving me for some sort of business, they don't tend to smile. While I was waiting, an older gentleman walked in to file a claim. Apparently he was having the same trouble I was with the 1-800 number. She took his information and directed him to where I was sitting to wait for someone to help him. I noticed she didn't smile nearly as much for him as she did for me. That's when I knew she was into me. Maybe only on a subconscious level. But I knew I had to make a move. My mind started racing with all the possible ways for me to come up with an excuse to talk to her again and that's when I was called by the Insurance salesman to come review my case. Talk about lousy timing. She smiled at me as I walked past, but I wasn't in the situation to start hitting on her. After what seemed like forever in the insurance office, I was finally ready to go. As I walked out, I noticed Kelly was gone and I thought I missed my opportunity. Again my mind started racing with all the possible excuses I could use to go back to the office to see her again. I walked out and got into my friends car and was headed for home when I noticed Kelly in the back of the building, alone, struggling with a lighter trying to light her cigarette. I knew this was my chance. Beautiful woman in distress, It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I pulled up in my friends car and asked if she needed a light. She once again smiled and said she'd love one. I walked over and lit her cigarette and decided to open with a joke. I told her those things would kill her as I lit up my own cigarette. She laughed and I asked if I could join her. I told her that my car was totaled, and I was borrowing a friends car, and they probably didn't want me smoking in their car. She said she'd love the company. We chatted over the course of our cigarette before I decided to make my move. I figured because she was so pretty, she was probably used to getting hit on all the time, so I probably had to say something she never heard before. I decided to go for a very direct approach. She was mid sentence when I leaned in close to her, gave her a very sexy smile and my bedroom eyes, and said "You're cute." She stopped mid sentence and had a very blank almost shocked look on her face. She said "I don't know how to respond to that." I replied with, " why don't you give me your phone number and when I call you in a few days to ask you out, you can tell me your response then." She smiled shyly at me as she reached into her purse to grab a pen and paper. I smiled as she wrote it down for me. There really isn't much of a greater feeling in the world than that of the sense of success.

You can read more about Kelly here.

How to pick up women.

2011-08-30T09:16:00.000-07:00

Every guy wants to know how to flirt with a woman. If you want to get her phone number and have a date with her you need to know the real secrets of flirting. Here's how it works...

You see a gorgeous woman that you want to meet and date her right? The first thing that goes through your mind is something like "so...what do I say to her?".

How do you make sure you say the right things? What are the best lines you can use?

The golden rule of flirting is NOT to use typical pick up lines. Never open with some overused line you picked up from a forwarded email, a magazine or a website. They don't work.

Women don't like those lines because they make you look cheap. If you use a made-up pick up line from a magazine for instance, then you will not make her feel that supernatural gut level feeling called attraction. Attraction can be triggered in any woman if you know how...

Be Sociable - Naturally, if you want to be successful at meeting women then you need to be sociable. You don’t want to shy away from the conversation. If you approach a woman and you’re hesitant to talk when it’s your turn or if you try to avoid talking then you will look like a very unsociable person who isn’t very fun. However if you approach women and you know how to keep a conversation going, and you know how to make the conversation fun then you will always be remembered for having that ability. Not everyone is not born to have a personality that is the life of the party. In that case...

Here are a few tips that will help socially awkward people take on the real world.

Use eye contact. No need to have a staring contest, but make eye contact long enough to bring off that you are listening and interested in what they have to say.
Empathy! Ask about their interests and see if you two have anything in common. Also sympathize with their problems.
Go out. Be the first to invite people to hang out rather than wait for someone to invite you. Hang out in spots that are easy for conversation starters. (i.e. parties, BBQ's)
Compliments... You never know when someone is having a bad day. An unexpected compliment does wonders and is a great conversation starter.

Use Comedy - You don’t want to seem like a boring person right off of the bat. You want to introduce comedy as soon as possible. The best possible way is to open to the woman in a slightly off-the-wall comment that is funny and will get a great response. If you can get them to laugh as soon as you meet them, then you can count yourself as practically golden because they will always remember you as a very funny guy.

Here are a few tips on how to make a woman laugh.

Start by making fun of yourself. It is the safest form of humor. It shows that you are down to earth and that you can take criticism. And, women will be more honest with you as well. If you have made a mistake in your life or done something that is silly, you can use this as a topic to for a joke. Keep it light, of course, don't insult yourself.
Try and experiment on what makes your specific woman laugh. Not all women laugh at the same jokes. Try to find out what type of humor she likes. The safest method would be to begin with a more general type of humor that most people find funny, the so-called universal jokes.
Don't make her laugh too much. In other words - don't be her personal clown. There is a time to talk and time to be quiet. After you tell a joke, try to spin conversation towards a new direction. Humor is important for a relationship, but girls also need romance and the feeling of safety.
Be careful when talking about someone else. If there is something funny about someone or what they did, you can use this as a material for a joke but you should be careful with this. You don't want to make someone else look bad because this can make you look like a cruel person.
Do not insult her. You may find some jokes funny but those jokes are better shared with a group of male friends. Many men made this kind of mistake. And don't make fun with something that is important to her.
Never stage a joke i.e. don't say. "Let me tell you a great joke. It is very funny." Humor needs to have an element of surprise. Jokes you tell must be relevant to what just happened or what was just said. Jokes you've memorized can be old or overrated and she may have heard them.
Don't laugh at your own jokes - you can spoil the punch line. Smile, but don't laugh.
Be a good listener and you'll have you enough material to have fun with.
Facial expressions and body language can always enhance a joke and even make it funny. Watch a stand-up comedians and observe their facial expressions. Also, try to maintain a mindset of a funny talk show host - watch a few shows and model the host.
Try and practice being humorous with a male friend before you try it with women. Also, you can stand in front of the mirror and try to improve your performance and body language.

Great Body Language - It’s extremely important to have solid body language when approaching women. Having bad body language will immediately tell the woman that you are nervous, anxious, or socially awkward. You want to have “open” body language, body language that says I’m comfortable with myself and my surroundings. You can do this by keeping your hands out of your pockets, hands at your sides, keeping your shoulders and head back. You want to have good back posture as well, which means you don't want to walk slouched over with your head looking towards the ground!

Let’s talk about the 5 body language secrets that should be used to help you attract women:

Movement – Nervous guys are always fidgety and jerky. Confident men who are successful with women make very controlled movements. They walk slowly and only make controlled movements. You will never see a confident man with restless leg syndrome or fidgeting with their fingers. By slowing down your movement you are presenting to the rest of the world a more “comfortable” version of yourself and it makes you that much more approach-friendly.
Lean Back and Relax – When you are sitting up or in any sort of position that isn’t standing up, lay back and relax. Let your arms hang down at your sides, and make yourself as comfortable as you possibly can. Shy guys have a tendency of “shielding” themselves from other people by sitting forward with their arms folded. Don’t do this as it makes you look closed off. Relax!
Be Spacious – In any situation, always take up as much space as possible. If you’re sitting in a lobby, sort of lean back and kick your legs out. This is a “territorial” thing that all people notice subconsciously. If people see you taking up this space they will automatically assume you to be the alpha in the room and that you are the one who is the most laid back and fun!
Walking Posture - When you are walking it’s very important to have great posture. If you walk with your head down with your hands in your pocket you will look completely unapproachable. Walk with your back straight, with your head tilted up just a bit. Stick your chest out and bring your shoulders back. This shows women what they are most attracted too, confidence. Take a look at any millionaire, rockstar, or celebrity. They always walk this way and it’s because they are confident with themselves.
Open Yourself – When you are approaching women stand or sit with your palms slightly exposed with your arms at your sides and with your legs shoulder width apart (or out in front of you if you are sitting). Don’t ever cross your arms or your legs as this is a signal for being “closed” off.

Be Unique - Try to be as unique as you can without completely separating yourself from other people. This doesn't mean dye your hair green, strap on an eye patch, and wear full body spandex. It means use little things in your everyday routine that separate you from everyone else. It's hard to say whats unique and even harder to give tips on how to be unique without inadvertently making everyone unique and thus making this pointless. Try to come up with your own style and flare or think of things you can do to make yourself stand out.

Here are a few tips hat might help. Try to come up with your own though.

Carry a pocket watch. Most people don't use them anymore and they will give you a subtle hint of timelessness.
Use a unique cologne. Try to avoid buying it at a store and look for one online. The're are literally thousands of them. Try to find one no one else has and use it consistently.
Carry a Zippo lighter with you. Even if you don't smoke. You never know when a cute girl might need a lite. Plus a Zippo is a much more unique than a standard lighter.
Use a money clip. Everyone has a wallet but a money clip stands out. It even lets you inadvertently flash a little cash.
Having an accent will set you apart but don't unnaturally speak with one. Just keep in mind that if you do have an accent you're being unique.
Try to avoid shortening words when speaking. "Who's" and "They're" should be pronounced as "Who Is" and They Are" This will make you seem well spoken, and set you apart from others.

Expect to fail, and when you fail pick yourself up and try again. Practice makes perfect. Some of the most successful men will still fail 9 times out of 10. If you fail it's not because your bad at flirting with women. It's because not every woman you approach is going to be interested it you. If you fail consistently, then maybe it's time to try another approach.

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The ultimate guide to a first date.

2011-08-27T06:47:00.000-07:00

STEP ONE, YOU :

Wear the best clothes you have that won't make you stand out. Your ill fitting prom tux might not be the best choice. Give the constellation T-shirt the night off and go for something that buttons down. Some loose fitting jeans or even a pair of khakis would be fine. A pair of sneakers that aren't full of holes will tie everything together. Even if you've never done it before in your life, take a shower. Wash and brush your hair, and getting it cut is not a bad idea. Brush your teeth and use deodorant. A little cologne never hurts either. Even if she has seen you in your natural mode before, she's probably been hoping you're secretly someone else.

STEP 2, PREPARATION :

First dates can be a bit like real estate. Location matters. You want to go to a public place where there is, at least, minimal separation between you and others. If your chosen location is too private, she may assume you are just trying to get into her pants. If the location is too public, she might blend in with others or be able to claim it was a group thing and not a date. It should also involve an element of conversation. You want to give the illusion that she is getting to know you. For this guide I'll cover dinner but other first date locations are easily acceptable (see below). Attention to detail is always key. Plan ahead. You never want to bring a first date to a seafood place only to find out she's allergic to shellfish. Find out what's acceptable for her ahead of time and plan accordingly. Be prepared to pay for everything. Even if she offers to split the cost, insist you'll cover it. This will show her chivalry isn't dead. Make a reservation, even if it's not needed. When she notices that you've planned, that tells her you can be responsible. Try to avoid the "cookie cutter" Applebee's type of restaurant and take her somewhere fancy and exotic. As a rule of thumb anywhere with a separate wine menu and jazz or classical music will usually do. A little knowledge about the menu will also help. Being able to properly pronounce and order a glass of Castello del Poggio Moscato with your entree of Lasagna Rollata al Forno always looks a lot classier than just pointing at the menu and saying "I want that." Do your research. Know what to expect.

photo courtesy of beinglatino.wordpress.com

Here's a short list of appropriate and inappropriate first date locations.

Coffee House                                    Strip Club
Art Gallery                                         Morgue
Go Carts                                            Slaughter House
Ice Skating                                         Brothel
Carnival                                             "Pay by the Hour" Motel
Museum                                             Aids walk
Amusement Park                               Funeral
Beach                                                Star Trek Convention
Movies                                               Jail or Prison
Preforming Arts Center    Bum Fight
Putt-Putt Golf     Chemical Weapons Facility

STEP THREE, CONVERSATION :

Here is a list of acceptable first date conversation topics: her, her and her. That's right. You want her to talk as much as humanly possible. She may ask you about yourself but let's be honest. She's really just being polite. Everyone wants to talk about themselves whether they admit or not. You may want to talk about yourself but you must remember you're running the risk of saying the wrong thing. Nothing will end the date faster than you accidentally mentioning that time when you were 12 and you humped that jar of mayonnaise. When she asks about you, give her as little information as you can. Place of employment is usually okay. With every answer, slip in a hint that you are boring and would much rather talk about her. This will give you a hint of mystery and at the same time make her feel like you're truly interested in her and what she is saying. Yes, you may have your own hobbies and interests, but talking about your level 85 Paladin with full tier 12 heroic gear is only going to bore her to death. You have your fellow geeks for that. If the conversation is running a little slow, try taking something from one of her last sentences and rephrase it as your own observation, along a follow up question. When she mentions how she loves listening to classical music while she goes jogging. Follow up with how classical music is great and inquire who her favorite artist is. Take the time to soak in what she's saying. Listen to her and pay attention while making short yet empathetic responses. If she likes to talk about the collection of corpses in her closet, a second date is probably a bad idea. If she mentions that her new triple piston, gasoline powered, turbo charged, ass jammer with scrotum cupping device and astro glide lubricant needs a new test subject, it's a judgement call.

STEP FOUR, CONCLUSION :

To kiss or not to kiss — that is the question
Hopefully, instead of an escape, by the end of the date you’ll be looking for a way in. The decision to go in for the kiss is a personal one. But if you don’t get any action the first night, it doesn’t always mean that your date isn’t interested. It’s really just a personal preference. The time has come to work on a second date. You should arm yourself with specific plans if you intend to succeed. Based on what you've learned about her, ask if she'd like to do something specifically designed for her. Don't ask if she'd like to go out again sometime. Instead quote that time she mentioned she liked classical music, and tell her you can get tickets to a future concert. This will show her that you were actually listening to her and make it harder for her to brush you off. Even if she's not interested in you at least you have accomplished something. You have been seen in public with a member of the opposite sex, and now you have some experience for your next date.

photo courtesy of howtodothings.com

Liz

2011-08-25T03:24:00.000-07:00

I met Liz while I was working as a waiter at Ihop, late in 2004. She was a typical late nighter that would come in late at night and drink coffee for a few hours. Sometimes when it was slow I would converse with guests to make time pass and it also seemed to increase my tips. We got to chatting and right away I noticed a very strong sexual chemistry between the two of us. We were both dating other people at the time, I myself in a very happy relationship, so naturally we didn't act upon our natural urges.

Liz was an unusual girl. She was Japanese. She wore dark eye liner and dark lipstick which was typical for an average goth girl. She also had pink hair at the time that I met her. She wasn't at all the typical girl I usually dated. Nontheless I was still very attracted to her. We chatted usually every night when she came in, about everything and nothing. She was very easy to talk too and that's one of the things I liked about her the most. It's very rare to find someone not only easy to talk to, but also have such interesting and educated conversations with.

After a little less than a year the girl I was dating at the time died. I was depressed and literally sleeping with nearly every girl I met at that time trying to fill the hole in my life. I eventually slept with Liz somewhere in the mix. Out of the twenty to thirty women I slept with in the two short months after my loss, Liz was the only girl that stood out to me. We just had amazing sex. It was as simple as that. There's not much more to it. We both had many sexual partners in the past and knew how to please each other in bed. She was also very sexually aggressive. I've slept with many, many women but they all made me come onto them. I had to seduce them to get what I wanted. With Liz she came onto me, and I liked it.

I slept with Liz off and on for a few months before I moved and I eventually stopped calling her. Not that I wanted to, but I wasn't looking for a relationship at that time in my life, and nearly every girl I slept with always seemed to want something more from me. Liz never asked me for a relationship, but I wanted to end it before she did. Not because I didn't like her, it's just that we were good friends and I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship over something so petty.

A few months after I moved the women seemed to dry up. I, being a man, wanted some sex, not just any sex though. I wanted Liz. It was like I had a craving for awesome sex and she was the only person that could deliver. I called her out of the blue and invited her over. We chatted for hours and eventually had sex. Sex with her was great. I remember she used to give the most amazing head. The kind of head that made your toes curl up and your whole body twitch in extacy. Most girls can't get me off by just giving me head. They eventually get tired, or the have trouble breathing, or they gag which is a real turn off. But Liz never had any of those problems. Plus she seemed to love giving head. I remember at one point I was panting and wheezing while she was going down on me and she stopped and lifted her head to ask me if I was okay. In an out of breath, high pitched, hurried voice I said "I'm fine" and pushed her head back down. Another thing I liked about her is that she didn't seem to mind giving up a little back door action every now and then. Nearly every girl I've ever asked for it, they always say no. Or they'll let me try for a few minutes and stop me because it hurts them so much. Liz not only let me, but she enjoyed it.

A few months passed by and she would come over every day, and spend nearly every night at my house. I'm not sure how it happened but she was practically living with me. Eventually we tried dating officially. It was an idea I wasn't very fond of but I decided maybe enough time had passed and I should get back in the dating game. I was going through a very stressful phase with work and Liz was very supportive of me. I wasn't making enough money to to survive and I often complained about it to Liz and eventually she told me to quit. It was sound advice. I knew if I was to quit I would have to move in with my mother until I was able to find another job. Liz never struck me as a "material girl" and I knew if that I did quit and move back home Liz would follow me. The problem was Liz wasn't exactly the kind of girl you brought home to meet the parents. But I decided to give it a shot.

I decided to quit my job and move back home. Much to my surprise Liz and my mother got along great. My mother was able to see past Liz's rough exterior to the sweet girl I saw inside. Plus my mother being a lonely middle aged divorcee and Liz's easy going, easy to talk too personality, seemed to help out a lot. Over the course of the next month or so Liz and I started having problems.

I am a very laid back and calm individual. Liz however hung out with a more dramatic crowd and was more accustomed to drama and arguing. The fighting got worse as time drew on. It almost seemed like she liked arguing with me sometimes. Nearly every time she came over we would fight about something and it was always something stupid and petty. Eventually she found out that I had slept with one of her friends (long before I had even met Liz and I had no idea that they even knew each other) and she flew off the handle at me. She even hit me. I didn't know how to react to that. I didn't hit her back but at that point I knew it was over. I broke up with her and stopped calling her.

After some time had passed, I eventually ran into Liz. We chatted for a while and decided to stay friends. We exchange pleasantries on Myspace and Facebook. We even still have sex from time to time but that's all it is. I think we both know that our friendship is better than having a relationship.

Robin

2011-08-20T00:21:00.000-07:00

It was late October 2003 and one of my friends asked me if I wanted to go to a Halloween party with him and his wife in Colorado Springs. He said we would be staying overnight in a motel and there was going to be plenty of girls there. I didn't have anything else planned for that day, and I must admit I liked the sound of girls being there, so I accepted.

On Halloween, early in the evening, my friend called me on my cell and told me we were leaving soon and to meet him outside. I walked out front and met up with him and his wife near the parking lot. It was cold and snowing that evening. The kind of snow that's really wet and sticks to everything. My friend didn't want to take his car due to the weather so we were catching a ride with a few other party goers. We smoked a cigarette while we waited and eventually a dark blue S.U.V. pulled up blasting the Batman theme at full volume. A guy I did not know, about in his mid his twenties, in a Batman costume, emerged from the driver side door. Another guy popped out of the passenger side door dressed as Batmans sidekick. Right away I could tell right away that this was going to be a sweet party. After a quick smoke with 'The Dynamic Duo' and a few introductions, we were ready to leave. My friend and I climbed into the back seat eager to get out of the weather while his wife climbed into the vehicle through the back hatch. We set off and soon after I noticed a few girls talking and giggling behind me. I looked back and were three women. I knew two of them from before. There was My friends wife, her sister Jill, and the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life... Robin.

The visibility was low in the dark vehicle and eventually we pulled into a gas station for some fuel, a quick smoke, and some refreshments. I remember lighting up a cigarette while watching Robin climbing out of the back of the vehicle along with the other two women to stretch their legs and grab some refreshments. As she walked past me on her way inside our eyes met and she smiled shyly. Right at that moment time seemed to stand still. It felt like my heart skipped a beat. She was truly a wondrous creature. She was about 5'6' with long semi-curly brown hair, tanned olive colored skin, full lush lips, a sexy toned shapely figure, and deep hazel eyes. Her eyes were the feature that caught my attention the most. They were like two dark sparkling pools of sheer beauty, in which I was drowning.

Before we arrived at the party we stopped at the motel we would be staying in for the night, to check in. While the guys settled in one room and raided the mini bar, the girls changed into their costumes in the other room. After the girls were changed they met up with us in our room. I remember seeing Robin in her sexy black costume. She had an fairly ample chest and her costume displayed it quite nicely, but I just couldn't take my eyes off of hers. After deciding who was sleeping where we set off to the party.

When we arrived, blasting the Batman theme at full volume once again, the party was in a full roar. We all went inside to enjoy the festivities and there was around twenty five people there. There was mostly women there, which was nice, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Robin. She had a very feminine and nurturing sense about her that drove me crazy. As soon as we got there Robin poured us all a round of drinks and offered one to me. I took that as my opportunity to strike up a conversation with her. I didn't think I stood a chance at hitting on her, being that, a girl of her caliber, must have gotten hit on all the time. Besides, some one that beautiful, as beautiful as she was, (and she really was that beautiful) most likely had a boyfriend already, and if not she definitely got hit on all the time. She filled the room with a sort of calming gentle beauty that always seemed to put everyone at ease. She was always so full of life and cheer, anybody around her, was immediately bewitched by it. She was the kind of girl that just from looking at her, made you forget all your troubles. We talked for a few minutes, just casual chit-chat, before I got pulled away by my friend. I don't even remember what he wanted but I do remember drilling him with questions about Robin. He informed me that he 'thought' she was single but didn't know for sure and told me to ask Jill, his wife's sister, who knew her better. I eventually found Jill and starting asking questions. She could tell I was interested in Robin from my inquiries and I asked her if she could hook me up. She told me she'll see what she could do.
After a while, when the party as a whole was good and drunk, we all started coming up with random ways to entertain ourselves. There was a chair in the living room that we starting referring to as the 'hot seat' and at any given time random people got elected to sit in the chair and make out. It was very entertaining because we usually elected two women to have a turn in the hot seat. They had to have a 'party approved' kiss, which was always open mouthed and drawn out, before they were allowed to stop. My friend and Jill knew that I was interested in Robin and after a while they insisted it was time for us to have a turn. I sat nervously in the hot seat while Robin rested her gentle frame upon my lap. She didn't seem shy at all, which was odd because I was very shy and hessitant. We started a what had to be a 'party approved' kiss and because of the parties encouragement we continued our kiss. We stayed there in the chair, passionately kissing, for hours, long after the party wandered off finding other ways to amuse themselves. It was the kind of kiss you only see in the movies or read about in romance novels. We stopped from time to time to talk amongst ourselves about how good of a kisser we each thought the other was and how attractive we each thought the other one was. I remember telling her that she was only interested in me because of her alcohol consumption, although she wasn't really even buzzed, and she would most likely regret all of this in the morning. She just smiled and assured me if it was like that, it would be the other way around, and I needed to adjust my beer goggles. (that was a laugh) I remember getting interrupted several times by three of her, well built, older brothers, reminding me that she was their 'little sister' Assuring them I wasn't going to take advantage of her or do anything stupid they eventually left us alone.

After the party died out we all returned to the motel and got ready for bed. I got nestled into bed while Robin was in the bathroom removing her make-up and changing into something more comfortable to sleep in. It was a room with two beds, I had my own, while one of robins brothers was drunkenly passed out on the other. After Robin was finished in the bathroom, much to my surprise, she crawled into bed with me instead of her brother where she was supposed to sleep. We continued our steamy romance long into the night while being mindful that her older brother was sleeping just a few feet away. I remember her snuggling her tiny, gentle frame up to mine and as we drifted off to sleep I thought to myself this is going to be the start of something truly amazing.

The next day, after sleeping in just a bit to long, we all got ready and set off for home. It was a long ride. Robin and I didn't talk much because we were both still pretty tired but we did sit next to each other and exchange phone numbers. After the long ride my friend, his wife, and myself eventually arrived at our destination. I kissed Robin goodbye and told her I'd call her. I thought to myself I have to play this one cool. I can't call her to soon or she'll think I'm desperate, however, I can't wait to long to call her or she'll think I don't care about her. Back then, the unspoken rule on calling someone you just met was three days, no more, no less. Later that evening my cell phone rang and much to my surprise it was Robin. I let it ring a few times, just to be safe, before I answered. I could tell right away that she wasn't your typical girl being that she was the one to call me, and so soon. We talked about several topics and we seemed to agree on everything. We spoke for several hours long into the night and she eventually talked me into picking her up and taking her out, on a date, to get some food. There isn't anyplace nice to eat at one in the morning and I wanted our first date to be a nice one, but nonetheless I wanted to see her at whatever the cost. I drove to her house, which was very far away, and called her on my cell phone when I arrived. She came outside, got into my car, and we set off on our little late night adventure.

Our first date wasn't much worth mentioning, but it was nice. We went to Denny's, being practically the only place open that late, and as we arrived, everyone in the room had to have a look at her. She was that gorgeous. Everywhere she went she lit up the room and people just gawked at her beauty in awe. After we were seated and went over the menu, we ordered our food, and sat there waiting. We smoked a few cigarettes as we waited for our food to arrive and made small talk here and there. I remember getting lost in her eyes so many times as she spoke, I hardly even heard what she said. After we ate and left I took her for a late night drive around the town and eventually dropped her off. I kissed her goodnight and promised her a much nicer date the next time I saw her. A date she would never forget.

We spoke over the phone everyday there after about many topics. We even had long periods of comfortable silence on the phone while we she watched TV and I played video games. It was nice just to listen to her breathe. I asked her out on a more proper date a few days after our first date and she eagerly accepted. I picked her up early in the evening and we set off. I took her to a movie at first. I don't really recall what it was being that we just kissed the whole time. After the movie was over I took her to one of my favorite restaurants Nokhu on Canyon. It's now called The Canyon Chop House and it retains its' title as my favorite restaurant. When we arrived I gave the hostess our reservation information and she took our coats for us and showed us to our seats. She pulled out Robin's chair for her and placed her napkin in her lap for her. There was a smooth jazz music playing in the background and the whole place had a modern artsy look to it. It was very dim and quiet with wine bottles and candles everywhere. I ordered a glass of red wine, Napa Altamura Nebbiolo, if I remember correctly, Robin ordered a Coke, not yet being of legal drinking age, and we started out with a half dozen oysters on the half shell. After a few minutes of hesitation she ordered a braised lamb shank pasta and I ordered the jumbo lump blue crab with avocado. We talked quietly over dinner and once again I found myself getting lost in her eyes. It's funny how I recall all the little details but when I try to picture her face all I can see in my mind is her eyes. She had those deep, rich, hazel eyes that only the few possess and the mass envy.

About two months into our relationship, late in December, Robin and I were out late one night for a midnight drive. I came across a nice deserted area, overlooking a few flickering lights, spread out across a vast field. It was the kind of place you would go to get away from it all. We sat there quietly, listening to the radio, and gazing up into the cloudless night sky at all of the distant shimmering stars. I thought to myself how much she meant to me and while I was with her I didn't have a care in the world. I looked deeply into her eyes and I felt a small voice creep up from inside me. 'I love you' I said with an almost child like innocence. I could see the happiness on her face as it lit up. She smiled shyly and said 'I love you too'

Throughout the course of our relationship I lavished Robin with gifts and affection. I wanted her to know just how much she meant to me. I took her out to eat, almost everyday, at some of the nicest restaurants across the state. We were truly inseparable. She stayed with me at my house nearly everyday and we never seemed to get bored with each other. I remember coming home late from work and she was always there waiting in anticipation for my return. We did everything together. My only goal was wanting her to feel as loved as I did.

In early June 2004 Robin's family was going on a road trip to California to attend to some family matters and they invited me along. Knowing that Robin would be going I accepted and soon after we all set off. It was a long trip and I could feel Robins anticipation building as we got closer to our destination. She was raised in the golden state and was eager to return to catch up with the people and memories she had long ago left behind. We arrived at her one of her sisters' house after several long hours of driving. It was a small house with a very large palm tree in the yard. Robin and I had a quick shower and settled in for our stay. After a few introductions she took me to see the many places she remembered from her past. We went from place to place visiting many people and places throughout the state. It was a very sunny and humid state filled with a culturally diverse people. After our short visit in California we set off for home. It was an even longer ride back and the miles dragged on forever. Robin started complaining of a pain in her stomach and I did my best to comfort her. She shrugged it off as motion sickness and left it at that.

In the following weeks the pain in robins stomach grew stronger and she decided to go see a doctor. At the doctors office they did an ultrasound on her stomach and found something unusual. It was what they described as a 'foot ball' sized anomaly in her lower abdomen. Robin had had a thirteen pound non-cancerous tumor along with one of her ovaries removed before I had met her and the doctor thought that's what it was once again. He took some blood tests and referred her to a specialist in Denver that had better equipment and expertise to deal with the situation. The appointment in Denver was far off, meanwhile, Robin and I just shrugged her sickness off to another thirteen pound non-cancerous tumor. A few weeks of pain and a quick surgery and she would be as good as new. Over the course of the next month, Robins stomach grew significantly in size as did her pain, I did all that I could to comfort and care for her. She was my whole world and It pained me to see her hurting. Eventually the wait was over and I drove her to see the specialist in Denver. We waited forever in the doctors office waiting room before the nurse called Robins name out. After an even longer wait in the exam room the doctor came in holding a chart containing her blood test results and told us that Robin had cancer.

It was truly devastating news but we remained optimistic. Robin was young and in excellent health. Cancer usually only showed up in older people with already weakened immune systems and even they had a fairly decent shot at survival. We believed even though cancer could be lethal there was no way she would die from this. The doctors gave her medication and follow up treatments to help her with her illness and we both ate a little healthier. Other than that Robin and I continued life as usual. Over the few remaining months in 2004 Robin seemed to show a little improvement until around January 2005 when everything seemed to drastically change for the worse.

The doctors decided that traditional treatments weren't working and wanted to try surgery to remove the tumor and then chemotherapy treatment to kill the remaining cancer cells. It was a bold move but it proved to be extremely effective in other cases. By this time the tumor in Robin's stomach was so large she looked like she was far beyond a full term pregnancy. Robin decided to do what the doctors recommended and we set out for a hospital in Denver to have the procedure. It was a two week in-patient procedure and I stayed by her side for the entire duration. Normally people could only visit during preset times but the doctors and hospital staff could clearly see in my eyes that the term 'visiting hours' did not apply to me. Robin was my whole world and I would never leave her side, especially in her time of need. For two weeks we stayed in that miserable place, and the only thing that kept us going was each other. I didn't shower, shave, or, change my clothes. My eyes got infected from not changing my contacts lenses. I only slept a few hours every few days due to sheer exhaustion. Just after a week I ran out of money and I couldn't afford to eat. I even almost lost my job, but none of that seemed to matter. All I wanted was to see Robin get better. Just over a week and a half into our stay the doctors decided it was time to have the surgery. The surgeons wouldn't let me into the operating room where she would have the surgery and they urged me to go home for a few hours to rest and collect my thoughts.

The surgery was a success. They removed Robins remaining ovary and about fifteen to twenty pounds of cancerous tumor. I remember her smiling as she awoke from the anesthesia and saw my face. She had about fifteen IV bags filled with various medication and I had to help her move her IV bag carousel organizer every time she needed to use the restroom. I stayed with her for the next few days until she was released. We were both in better spirits and soon after she would start chemotherapy. We both decided that everything was going to be okay.

Over the course of the next few months, through chemotherapy and various medications and treatments, Robin showed drastic improvements. Although we both had a few troubles everything was looking up. Robin hated the huge scar the surgery left in her stomach and the fact that she was losing her hair as a side effect from the chemotherapy treatments, but I stayed by her side, even as every strand of hair fell from her head. My job, at the time, became very demanding and consumed much of my time, but other than that, I spent every second I could with Robin. With our problems aside we lived our lives to the fullest extent. Other than her regular doctors appointments, her scar, and her side effects, it was as if her illness never happened. We had our whole lives ahead of us and we decided to just put everything behind us. We stuck through it all, the good times, and the not so good times. She was all that would ever matter to me, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Just after Valentines day in February 2005 I asked her if she would marry me. It was more of a quirky question than an official proposal. She smiled wryly and told me she would, of course, if I ever officially proposed. I assured her I would after I went to college and I felt as if I could provide for her. It was a very happy time for the both of us, but little did we know, the worse was yet to come.
It was around mid June 2005 when Robin slowly started getting worse. Her stomach started increasing in size but it seemed to be at a much slower rate this time. That had to be a good sign right? The doctors decided that another surgery was too risky and to continue with the chemotherapy treatments. Soon after Robin stopped responding to chemotherapy and the doctors decided that continuing it would just do more harm than good. The only other option for treating cancer at the time, was radiation treatment, but the doctors decided that would be a bad idea given the location and size of the tumor. It was at this time I truly started to worry for Robin's sake, as did her family, but through it all, she remained optimistic, even when there was nothing left. Her optimism was truly infectious and soon after her family and I started to share in it. Robin had came this far and we all decided that to lose hope now would just be crazy. She was the one good thing in my life I had going for me, and I refused to believe that cancer could ever take her away from me.

It was around mid to late July 2005 when Robin had to be re-hospitalized. My job at the time became even more demanding and I had very few chances to visit her. I even remember working a twenty two hour shift once. A member of her family stayed with her in the hospital at all times to help make up for my absence.

I last visited her in the afternoon of August 3rd 2005. It was devastating for me to see her in such a state. Her skin barely covered her skeleton. She must have weighed less than eighty pounds and a large portion of that weight was probably the tumor eating away at her. There was a strong sense of unspoken sadness in the room amongst myself and her family. You could feel it in the air. A dark and silent sadness you could see in the eyes of everyone in the room, right through there misleading optimistic faces. The sadness was like a darkness that filled the whole room with a low visibility, and all that was left was Robin's optimism shining brightly.

We talked for a little while, mostly about making plans for things we would do when she was healthy enough to leave the hospital. I remember she asked me if I was hungry. I said I was a little but I'd just grab something on the way to work later. She smiled and decided that if I was hungry she would be the one to feed me. She crawled out of bed with help from her father and I, even after I insisted I was fine. She led me down a hallway to a microwave and warmed something up for me. I could never express how loving it feels to have someone, (even though they can barely walk) only want to nurture and take care of you. I helped her back into bed and she sat there quietly smiling, with a sense of self satisfaction, as she watched me eat. I remember seeing her IV carousel only had one bag of medicine on it. That's when my heart just dropped. After seeing that I knew that the doctors did all they could and nothing they could give her would make here better. The time for my departure grew near, I leaned down, kissed her goodbye and whispered into her ear "I love you" to which she replied "I love you too" Soon after I walked towards the door and I felt tears building up in my eyes. As I opened the door to leave I turned back just for a moment and I saw my beloved, smiling at me, optimist as ever. I felt her emitting a soothing calmness onto me, that filled me with a small glimmer of hope, making me feel as if everything was going to be alright.

On August 5th 2005 at 9:14 AM I got a phone call from Robins friend Jill. I knew what she was going to say but I couldn't bring myself to accept it. She told me Robin had died. She said if I wanted to see her to say goodbye to come to the hospital and that, herself along with Robins family and friends, would all be there for my support. I found myself in tears soon after that phone call. It had been more than fifteen years since the last time I cried, and even that time couldn't compare to how sad I was this time. It was the saddest time I've ever lived through and it will probably be the saddest event I've ever faced over the course of the rest of my life. I waited a few hours before I went to see her because I did not want her family and friends to see me in such a state. The hospital that Robin was at, was about forty five minutes from where I lived at the time, but it seemed like the longest trip I ever took.

As I approached the door to the room that Robin was in. I found it closed with a white rose fashioned to it. It was the only closed patient door on the entire floor. Inside I found my beloved Robin lying peacefully in her bed. I once again found myself crying. It was so painful to finally lose her, after all we had been through. I felt as if everything good in my life was gone. It felt like my life no longer had any meaning. I sat with her for at least an hour, holding her cold, lifeless hand, before I could pull myself away from her, and accept the fact that she was gone.

All my love died with her.

It took me more than three years to decide whether or not I wanted to write about this chapter in my life, and nearly a year to finish writing it. Everything in this story is true to the best of my memory, but I left a few details out for easier readability. Please feel free to comment on whatever your thoughts are about this story, as I am eager to read them.