October 30, 1998 |
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[Emorog's comments will be in this color.] I trust you are having fun while staying safe? First of all, thanks so much for the immediate response! So cool. I think that mosh pitting is a perfect way to practice street fighting. I get pretty desensitized to violence that way, and it keeps me thinking tough in the face of daily life. Otherwise, I am using condoms, and I don't give out my phone number to anyone. Not even Adrian the concierge guy, but I am learning he is pretty trustworthy. Actually, he is the best fuck I have ever had. (of course our foursome was right up there too.) And he is very classy. His father won an Oscar somehow for writing the script for a movie, he lives in the best part of town by himself, and he toured Europe with a famous English actor (famous only in England) and got the best sights in the country that way. He's not just your run of the mill street bum, although I like that flavor of man too on occasion. so, since you do seem so proud, please explain number 6 and 7. 6. Damon and Lucy live at this fancy new high rise apartment complex right downtown on 1st ave. They had guests one night and I crashed the party uninvited just because I thought Damon wouldn't mind his best friend just popping by. He told me I could on several occasions. Lucy was getting pissy because of being on the rag, and she made Damon pull me over to the kitchen to scold me for hitting on her swinger partner. I was doing no such thing, so I made the most of the situation by leaving the apartment as much as I could. After a soak in the hot tub, I wandered over to the lobby where this guy Adrian and a female receptionist were on graveyard shift that night. There I put on a heavy flirting session. Of course by then I already had an entire bottle of cheep champagne coursing through my veins, so I was more peppy than usual. Anyhow, I ended up giving Adrian a ride home that night. Ditching Damon's party, I scoffed him and the other guests about having to leave because I had to go get laid. And that's just what happened. I went back to Adrian's apartment, and we talked for a half an hour before we spent several hours fucking in his livingroom. Somehow a wine glass got busted in the process, but it wasn't much of a concern. The next morning I woke an hour late for work, pulled on my boots with no socks on, had serious bedhead, cranked on my shirt with no bra and left Adrian asleep on his bed/couch. The sight was rather delicious. 7. I know from experience that I should never drive stoned, because I always hit something somehow. This time I thought I could break that promise to myself only because I just had to move my car into a legal parking space. I was pretty seriously stoned, and the windows were all fogged up, so I ended up backing full on into T's car. This guy I just got done bluntly telling him that I wasn't going to EVER sleep with him, despite what I might have told him earlier. He was utterly crushed, and then I go and fuck up his car on top of it. Funny thing is, his car is so totalled anyway that he didn't even notice the new deformality. I didn't know when Adrian works, what his last name was, or even how to call him at work. The last time I saw him, I flirted with him until his shift was over then I just took him to his apartment and he had his way with me. No critical information was swapped between us. I kind of liked it that way though. I left him hanging for a week without any contact at all, and he had no clue how to contact me. I have gotten to the point that I want him to call me when he wants to fuck too. But I don't have a phone yet, so that kind of shoots that idea in the foot. I stopped by after work to see if he was there at all. It was the 3rd time I had checked this week. Behind my back was a replacement wine glass for the one that got broken in the event of sex. I gave it to him as a symbol really, not that it was anything to look at. As I waited for him to speak with some apartment traffic, I notice that the flower shop guy was giving me an odd look. One that I couldn't figure out at the time. Then I told him that I would let him get back to work, and I might come back later on that night to see him. At 11 pm, I returned wearing a tiny stretch skirt I borrowed from my roommate Josie and a Japanese styled silk blouse that T (one of the guys I am currently staying with) found in his room that night. I had shaved my pussy lips for Adrian too. In my hand I swung my keys with style. I was doing the walk down 1st Ave, knowing I was going to get laid somehow, somewhere that evening. After some talk, Adrian throws in the story about how J the flower shop guy had a 2 foot erection over him. I liked his description of how J swoons and pines over him, giving him smiles and putting on shows for him. Adrian catches him even just posing sometimes. Thus explains the unusual look J gave me earlier. But on with the story. Adrian told me that he had to get up by 7 am the next day for a meeting so the idea of an all nighter was dashed. But do you just want to fuck here? He says. I asked him if he would get in trouble for leaving his post, but it was worth it. He had the keys to any room in the building, and there must have been one on his mind already because he takes me right to this little conference room on level A that had this table pushed up against the wall. The lights were on only so he could see how I shaved for him. Otherwise, the lights went off. I was impressed how I didn't even have to GET him hard. (Like I had to with Barron who couldn't keep his hardons going ever.) Fingering me must have been enough for Adrian. Damn though. He fucked me hard on that table, and then doggy style a bit on the floor. Funny, he doesn't cum much. I mean quantity, but the fun is in the action and he's definitely got that. And he kept telling me on occasion to keep quiet because he is at work after all. I liked that sneaky part. And that was it. I went home with a lube stain on my borrowed skirt, feeling pleasantly impaled and accompanying Janis Joplin over the radio. 9. Jones hit on me. Just so you remember that. I was just being my old flirty self when I was telling him about sexual shit that I like to do. Him and his wife, me, Damon and Lucy were all doing a movie night in the film room of the Harbor Steps. Somehow I was left alone with Jones, and he proceeded to chase me around the room until I bailed the room altogether. He tackled me down the hallway and made out with me for a while until he offered to go in the sauna. I made sure a hundred times all of this was alright with his wife April. He insisted, and so did she earlier on that night. They had me in mind for a swinger girl, but I wasn't interested in sex with them. Jones isn't that attractive, and I don't go for women. She is bi you see. So he ended up eating me out in the sauna, and while taking a shower together in the adjoining room, April stuck her head through the shower door and insisted on going home at that moment. I was ridiculed for sabotaging Damon's potential swinger partners, and I was not allowed to mess around with any of his friends from then on. April was actually only angry that she was left alone in the movie room for 45 minutes or so. Now, how could that be my fault? Where the hell were the hosts? and about 11, what is this home sex video? is this something you made?when the hell did you do that? Barron and I made a sex video of each other before my manic episode. I was told by the 2 critics that Barron was a lousy lay, and that I give head bad. I forgot to tell you that I also got hit on by a cross dresser, and I picked up a guy off the street that I remembered from the mental institute. |
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