Ok, here is just one story from that weekend.
I was at a conference. An academic conference. A conference with lots of academics.
On the third afternoon of this conference, I decided to walk back to my hotel. On the way, I stopped in a pub/restaurant for dinner. I sat at the bar.
To really give you the context for this moment, I would have had to tell you about so many other moments. I think, sometimes, when I am in a particular mood, I actually emit some kind of signal. Or smell, maybe. Let's just say that this was the third of three very. interesting. days.
So.
In the restaurant. A bit bewildered. Hunched over my glass of wine. There is a man next to me and I strike up a brief conversation but it is muddled, odd, goes nowhere. I ask about the game on the television. Silence. He leaves.
Two men take his place. An older guy - about sixty? A slightly younger man - maybe fifty. The older one starts in immediately, "I'll have EXACTLY what she is having."
I look over. Smile. Tuna. It's tuna. Cooked rare like I like it.
The other man leans over to look at me. I keep eating.
They talk. I eat.
"Are you here for the conference?" the older man asks. Yes. We start talking. The other man is listening closely.
He is so open. Almost too open. Raw, even. At some point, later in the evening, he will exclaim, "I love that I met you... I was supposed to meet you... there is something about you... I can talk to you..."
After we have talked for a while, the younger man gets up to leave. He gives me his card on the way out and says that I should come to a reception later that evening that he will be going to. He tells me the name of the hotel.
The older man and I keep talking. He tells me various things that are far too personal to say to someone one has just met and then says several more times how easy it is for him to tell me things that are far too personal to say to someone one has just met. Eventually, I leave.
I go to the reception.
I am wearing the tightest jeans, high black boots, black shirt, push up bra. The bartender tells me later, when I come up for another glass of wine, that the man I had met earlier at the bar almost fell over himself to get across the room when I walked in.
Before he made it to me, another guy got there first. We discussed quantum physics, which I know nothing about. Eventually, I extricated myself. The man who invited me - I'll call him Damien, for many hilarious reasons - intercepted. We talked. We went to a table in the corner and talked more. He said, let's go somewhere else. We did. A bar.
We sat in the back. His hand was on my leg. He was hard, hard, hard.
He was, as it turns out, married. Unhappily. Perfunctory sex - weekly. His hand was on my leg. I've already said that.
After a few drinks, he spoke even more freely.
I am... I... my wife... I live in a really conservative place. My wife knows I feel... but she... I am going to think about you when I jerk off for at least a month... or more... or when I am fucking her... that is just a fact.
I laughed. After he had finished my drink, he went on:
Look, I know I am older, but... can I hold your hand? Can I... I am just going to hold it for now. I know you probably don't want... Ok... I want to... can I just hold you. I want to hold you tonight.
I said no. We got into a taxi. He held my hand.
When we got to my hotel, he got out with me. I stopped him on the sidewalk. I told him to look at me, to listen to me. I was not going to sleep with him. In fact, he could not come up to my room at all.
He asked if I would walk with him around the block and talk for a minute. I said ok. We walked.
As we walked, he talked. I am going to tell you exactly what I am thinking, he said. I am thinking about touching you. I want to touch you. I am imagining you. I just want to touch you. You don't have to fuck me.
Again I said no. We stopped on the sidewalk. He pulled me into a doorway. Of a Starbucks. I let him do this. I knew exactly what was coming.
There was no one on the street. It was late. He pressed himself against me. He was, of course, hard. He was also drunk.
He reached down and pulled his cock out. It was shielded a bit by his coat. He jerked off right there in front of me.
Right before he came, he sounded like he was choking. Fucking... fucking... you fucking....
He never finished the sentence. He came on my jeans, groaning. I made him wipe it off.
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In another weblog, I will write about what I was feeling during all of this, but for you, I have tried to just describe the actions, the outward gestures.
I did get wet when when he jerked off. Really wet. I can't say that I don't love that. But I felt ill at the thought of fucking this particular man. If he were on top of me, I would panic. That is the reality.
When I got back to my hotel, I masturbated thinking of him. Legs spread, I vibrated my clit and fucked myself with my fingers until I came hard, thinking of his grunts, his spurting dick, the cum dripping down my leg.
12.01.2006
11.23.2006
rubicon
Let's just say that I got less, and more, than I bargained for this past weekend. I was reminded of what I was already told, but, clearly needed to know again.
I have only one story! But there are so many stories.
Still, I know that's what you want. To hear it over and over. And to lose more of yourself every time. I can do that absolutely.
I have only one story! But there are so many stories.
Still, I know that's what you want. To hear it over and over. And to lose more of yourself every time. I can do that absolutely.
11.21.2006
rubicon
Let's just say that I got more, and less, than I bargained for this past weekend. I was reminded of what I already knew, but, clearly, needed to be told again.
I have so many stories! But they are all one story.
Still, I know that's what you want. To hear it over and over. And to lose yourself more every time. I can absolutely do that.
I have so many stories! But they are all one story.
Still, I know that's what you want. To hear it over and over. And to lose yourself more every time. I can absolutely do that.
11.11.2006
next weekend
Just a quick FYI:
I will be alone in a gloriously plush hotel room next weekend. Did I say alone? Yes, alone. All weekend (16-19).
I will probably be busy during most of the days, but the nights are long and so lonely!
I will be alone in a gloriously plush hotel room next weekend. Did I say alone? Yes, alone. All weekend (16-19).
I will probably be busy during most of the days, but the nights are long and so lonely!
11.01.2006
party girl
I have fallen in with a group of people who like to go out all night.
I have always loved to go out all night. And it is hard to find others who like to do it (who are not twelve years old and on drugs like everyone else in the lower east side on an average Saturday evening).
But a few weeks ago, I went with a friend to see some music, and, well, then it was seven in the morning. I love when that happens.
Since then, we have gotten into a little routine. Sometime around eleven or so on Friday or Saturday, I will, inevitably, get a text message with some location on it, "Chibi's Sake Bar," or "fountain at Columbus Circle," and off we go.
This past Saturday's text was "12th and A."
I was coming from midtown so I was trying to find a cab. It was, as you know, Halloween weekends and the only free cabs were in my fantasies, so I waited for about ten minutes and then started walking down 42nd street towards grand central, thinking I might have better luck there.
As I approached the terminal, I could see a taxi pull over about a block and a half ahead of me. Someone was getting out, and I could see the light flip on. Without thinking, I started sprinting down the median, full speed. The empty cab was waiting for the light to change, and I threw myself on the back door handle and yanked it open just as the light turned green. The driver laughed.
I was breathing hard, senses on fire, the night just getting going. I was dressed entirely in black - black skirt, knee high biker boots, black tank top, hair untied and everywhere, red lipstick. Ready.
When I got to the corner, the crew was waiting. B was dressed as a woman, S as a blow up doll, P as a storybook character. We found a halloween party in full swing at a bar and went in.
Skipping forward an hour or so, B, in his girlwear, and I are dancing to the Cure, his hands on my hips. Every time we come together, I can feel his cock under his skirt, trying to escape the confines of his pantyhose. I look up and see an older man sitting on the couch in the corner, not dressed up, just watching. That was the moment I lost it.
P, who is actually a woman, and I have a history of heating up together. She was sitting nearby and I pulled her on to the dancefloor. We started dancing and she kissed me, tongue going deep. B loved this of course, and he pressed closer from behind.
The man on the couch let his hand stray to his crotch. I could see the quick squeeze. A flood of wetness to my cunt.
B reached around and let his hands slide under my tank top. I grabbed P's hips and pulled her towards me, our legs pressed into each other's pussy. The music slowed a bit and we just moved that way, rubbing on each other, while B grabbed for my nipples, pressing his cock into my ass.
The man on the corner kept his hands off of himself, but I could see what was happening to him. I was about to cum on the dancefloor when I pulled P and B over towards the back. There was a really dark alcove I had noticed, where a lot of people were crowded. The man got up and followed us.
We stood there, smiling for a minute, making stupid small talk, although we could barely hear each other over the music. We were pushed closely together and after a minute, I felt B's hand under my skirt. He quickly found my sopping pussy, and worked a finger in my cunt from behind. I leaned back against him and pulled P towards me again.
The guy stood at a little distance away and kept watching.
This part went on for about five minutes, which was all I could take. I broke away and went into the bathroom. A knock, and the man was there.
He wanted to fuck, of course, but I told him, as you know too well, that I was not into that. Ok, that's fine, he said, but can I cum for you? Of course, I said.
I sat on the floor, with my back against the wall and brought my knees up. I pulled my thong into my pussy lips a little further so that he could see how wet I was. He got a little nervous at that point, but I told him to take his cock out, and he did. It was so hard that it came springing out of his pants. I slipped a finger in my cunt and started pumping it in and out a little.
You looked like quite the little slut out there, he said. Yeah, I said. I haven't cum in awhile. I want to cum for you, ok?
Uhhh. He was jerking it full on now. Nodding.
I spread my legs a little further and slid down the wall a bit so that I was under him. I'm going to fuck myself with my finger and imagine your cock in there.
This was not going to take long.
I slid a few more fingers in, and pulled up my tank top so that he could see my titties. Look at me, I said. I want you to cum on me. Jerk that cock right on me.
He was stroking fast, pumping his shaft, spreading his legs and leaning into it now.
Come on. Fuck that cock for me. Shoot that big load on me. I was starting to cum.
He moaned and started squirting. He bent his legs a little so that his cum fell on my stomach in hot spurts. Mmmm.
Then we just got up and went back out. Just like that. He left right after that, and I went on with my friends. We ended up doing Karaoke later that night, along with more making out in the private Karoake room. I made P cum with my finger up her very tight little pussy.
After what feels like months of a dry spell on the dark side while I have been working, this was a night that I needed.
I am writing from work right now. You have no idea the pain I am in.
I have always loved to go out all night. And it is hard to find others who like to do it (who are not twelve years old and on drugs like everyone else in the lower east side on an average Saturday evening).
But a few weeks ago, I went with a friend to see some music, and, well, then it was seven in the morning. I love when that happens.
Since then, we have gotten into a little routine. Sometime around eleven or so on Friday or Saturday, I will, inevitably, get a text message with some location on it, "Chibi's Sake Bar," or "fountain at Columbus Circle," and off we go.
This past Saturday's text was "12th and A."
I was coming from midtown so I was trying to find a cab. It was, as you know, Halloween weekends and the only free cabs were in my fantasies, so I waited for about ten minutes and then started walking down 42nd street towards grand central, thinking I might have better luck there.
As I approached the terminal, I could see a taxi pull over about a block and a half ahead of me. Someone was getting out, and I could see the light flip on. Without thinking, I started sprinting down the median, full speed. The empty cab was waiting for the light to change, and I threw myself on the back door handle and yanked it open just as the light turned green. The driver laughed.
I was breathing hard, senses on fire, the night just getting going. I was dressed entirely in black - black skirt, knee high biker boots, black tank top, hair untied and everywhere, red lipstick. Ready.
When I got to the corner, the crew was waiting. B was dressed as a woman, S as a blow up doll, P as a storybook character. We found a halloween party in full swing at a bar and went in.
Skipping forward an hour or so, B, in his girlwear, and I are dancing to the Cure, his hands on my hips. Every time we come together, I can feel his cock under his skirt, trying to escape the confines of his pantyhose. I look up and see an older man sitting on the couch in the corner, not dressed up, just watching. That was the moment I lost it.
P, who is actually a woman, and I have a history of heating up together. She was sitting nearby and I pulled her on to the dancefloor. We started dancing and she kissed me, tongue going deep. B loved this of course, and he pressed closer from behind.
The man on the couch let his hand stray to his crotch. I could see the quick squeeze. A flood of wetness to my cunt.
B reached around and let his hands slide under my tank top. I grabbed P's hips and pulled her towards me, our legs pressed into each other's pussy. The music slowed a bit and we just moved that way, rubbing on each other, while B grabbed for my nipples, pressing his cock into my ass.
The man on the corner kept his hands off of himself, but I could see what was happening to him. I was about to cum on the dancefloor when I pulled P and B over towards the back. There was a really dark alcove I had noticed, where a lot of people were crowded. The man got up and followed us.
We stood there, smiling for a minute, making stupid small talk, although we could barely hear each other over the music. We were pushed closely together and after a minute, I felt B's hand under my skirt. He quickly found my sopping pussy, and worked a finger in my cunt from behind. I leaned back against him and pulled P towards me again.
The guy stood at a little distance away and kept watching.
This part went on for about five minutes, which was all I could take. I broke away and went into the bathroom. A knock, and the man was there.
He wanted to fuck, of course, but I told him, as you know too well, that I was not into that. Ok, that's fine, he said, but can I cum for you? Of course, I said.
I sat on the floor, with my back against the wall and brought my knees up. I pulled my thong into my pussy lips a little further so that he could see how wet I was. He got a little nervous at that point, but I told him to take his cock out, and he did. It was so hard that it came springing out of his pants. I slipped a finger in my cunt and started pumping it in and out a little.
You looked like quite the little slut out there, he said. Yeah, I said. I haven't cum in awhile. I want to cum for you, ok?
Uhhh. He was jerking it full on now. Nodding.
I spread my legs a little further and slid down the wall a bit so that I was under him. I'm going to fuck myself with my finger and imagine your cock in there.
This was not going to take long.
I slid a few more fingers in, and pulled up my tank top so that he could see my titties. Look at me, I said. I want you to cum on me. Jerk that cock right on me.
He was stroking fast, pumping his shaft, spreading his legs and leaning into it now.
Come on. Fuck that cock for me. Shoot that big load on me. I was starting to cum.
He moaned and started squirting. He bent his legs a little so that his cum fell on my stomach in hot spurts. Mmmm.
Then we just got up and went back out. Just like that. He left right after that, and I went on with my friends. We ended up doing Karaoke later that night, along with more making out in the private Karoake room. I made P cum with my finger up her very tight little pussy.
After what feels like months of a dry spell on the dark side while I have been working, this was a night that I needed.
I am writing from work right now. You have no idea the pain I am in.
9.27.2006
still alive
Yes, I am still here. I have been working almost every day for the last month, but I hope to start having a day off here and there. And I will be travelling for the next few days - and you know what hotels and airports do to me.
Just so you know, for now, since time is at a premium, I will send alerts only to my NiteFlirt "friends" when I know I am going to be free. In other words, if you have spoken to me, sent me mail, or checked out my photos/recordings through the NF system, you will be on my list. If you want to get on the list, send me an email and I will tell you how to do it.
Otherwise, I hope to post a bit here and there. I may be working a lot, but I have found ways to keep life interesting. I look forward to telling you about it... ;)
Just so you know, for now, since time is at a premium, I will send alerts only to my NiteFlirt "friends" when I know I am going to be free. In other words, if you have spoken to me, sent me mail, or checked out my photos/recordings through the NF system, you will be on my list. If you want to get on the list, send me an email and I will tell you how to do it.
Otherwise, I hope to post a bit here and there. I may be working a lot, but I have found ways to keep life interesting. I look forward to telling you about it... ;)
8.25.2006
dialing it down a notch
It is amazing that I can even type.
Almost six o'clock, and I am going to have to leave and go meet friends for dinner, where I will attempt to form words. I feel as though when I move, I will be like a pool of liquid spreading over the floor, rather than a thing on two legs.
For those still in the various lines, or who emailed hoping to check in later this evening, I am sorry. I have to scrape myself up now and take a shower.
Realize this is not goodbye - I am just dialing it down a notch. I will still be around, still be writing, still reading emails, still available to chat, etc. Just at a much slower pace.
Until next time...
Almost six o'clock, and I am going to have to leave and go meet friends for dinner, where I will attempt to form words. I feel as though when I move, I will be like a pool of liquid spreading over the floor, rather than a thing on two legs.
For those still in the various lines, or who emailed hoping to check in later this evening, I am sorry. I have to scrape myself up now and take a shower.
Realize this is not goodbye - I am just dialing it down a notch. I will still be around, still be writing, still reading emails, still available to chat, etc. Just at a much slower pace.
Until next time...
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