Hello Sweden

I am happy to report that 2011 has started in a most pleasant manner for yours truly. After my last date with Søren #32 in mid-December (must postpone sharing that story again, for the sake of new material) I found myself quite obsessed with the idea of Scandinavian men (thus far have had the privilege of carnal knowledge of two most handsome and hunky Danes) when I remembered that I actually know a Swedish guy called Jan who also lives in Munich. We met at a mutual friends’ (Simon #29) birthday do in April 2010 and I found him most agreeable and he also seemed to show interest in me (touching my leg and such) but it was also a very debaucherous night and we ended up in Schwabinger 7 (a rather rough hovel of a pub that is open till the wee hours) but when we were all leaving to go home (utterly smashed) maybe at 6am or so he didn’t show much interest in going home with neither me nor my friend Caroline and we both thought that was kinda weird but left it at that. Jan is 6’3” and basically your stereotypical strapping blond and blue-eyed Swede and I find him quite handsome too. The downside to that whole matter is, as I only recently found out, that Swedish guys are pathologically shy and are unlikely to make the first move if they like a girl, take a long time to consider things, need loads of space (but that’s all men), will only talk to you when blind-drunk and relationships take forever to develop etc. I discussed him extensively with Caroline and we came to the conclusion that he’s the most socially awkward person we know (he also has a lisp which doesn’t bother me personally and is pretty much the nerdy engineer-type) but now we know it’s because of his nationality. Since I learned about the ways of the Swedes not so long ago, I always assumed that Jan wasn’t really all that into me, but then I reconsidered because he actually does communicate with me via Facebook every now and then and while I was in the Czech Republic over the hols I decided to give it a shot and flat out ask him out (after we met for the first time we met one other time, also in April, Jan and a mate joined Caroline and I at Kilian’s where he behaved kinda non-descript).

I sent Jan a message on Facebook on New Years’ Day asking whether he would like to go out with me some time and he replied the next day but I didn’t retrieve his reply until last Tuesday, as I was returning to Munich and got my 3G signal back. He said sure, he’d like to go out some time and that he was free pretty much all of last week. So we arranged to go out on Wednesday. We met at the south exit of the Giselastrasse U-Bahn station and of course there were two of them and I was waiting at one while he was at the other across the street but since he isn’t blind as bat like I am he spotted me and crossed the street to greet me with an awkward hug and we first went to Wirtshaus zur Brez’n, a traditional Bavarian place but still nice. I was nervous and I could tell Jan wasn’t much better, yet we managed to have an almost normal conversation accompanied by the first litre of social lubricant. I was keen to go elsewhere because our seating arrangement didn’t allow any bodily contact and we went to Shamrock (Irish pub, duh) where we sat in a rather more cosy position, facing each other on the same side of a table, as a matter of fact, we were sitting so close that our knees touched almost incessantly. Jan and I were getting more and more at ease as alcohol continued to be ingested. Knowing what I know about the Swedish I boldly made another move and took his hand at some point and he reciprocated. I thought I’d given him enough to work with and decided that I didn’t want to kiss him first and I didn’t really have to, not long after we started holding hands he gently pulled me towards him and when I leaned in he kissed me (yay) and we did so for what seemed like a long time and must have been about two hours until we left to go back to his’ around 1.30am (hemma hos mig eller hemma hos dig? I asked and he said his place). Jan’s place is positively immaculate (also a trait of the Swedish) and certainly most agreeable. We sat on the settee making out and drinking more and then retreated to the bedroom where we stripped off and I got to enjoy Jan’s yummy (next to no chest hair, yay) bod. I am also pleased to be able to report that he is quite well-endowed and it is a pleasure to suck his dick. So we had sex, with a condom even, but it didn’t go very smoothly, Jan kept losing his erection (booze? nerves?) but I must confess that I was pretty hammered so I don’t necessarily remember everything, just that I didn’t mind the interrupted performance because he is genuinely sweet and I got to like him quite a lot. Another challenge was finding a good position for fucking, what with him being more than a foot taller than me (and clearly not used to fucking midgets like me, eek). We finally went to sleep around 5am and it was most pleasant and comforting to feel his warm naked body next to mine and I slept well. The next morning we both awoke rather early (9am or summat) and had another go at fucking which didn’t work out either and then lay in bed cuddling, kissing, and talking for a couple more hours before we bad each other goodbye with the promise to meet again soon.

Now, I got two casual messages from him on that day but nowt since then. I don’t think that he changed his mind about me, he’s just taking some time to contact me again, and that’s perfectly fine (as long as he doesn’t go off me!). I remember telling him in my drunkenness that I had only asked him out because I had read on the internet that Swedish men will often not make the first move and that I otherwise wouldn’t have done it and in reply to that he said that he was glad that I asked him out, which I think is a good sign.

Despicable incurably stupid me, I am smitten and constantly obsessing about Jan now, of course, who is #44 by the way. But unless I did something during the part of our date when we where at his place that put him off (which is not entirely unlikely) I hope to see more of him in the future. A lot more.

Bron i hanner cant

Long time no see again. Although I have been keeping myself quite busy. If I'm not mistaken, my most recent post here is about Darrin (#38) but actually the current count is 43 already (gonna crack the big 50 next year, hopefully). I won't elaborate so much on the past 5 fucks, #39 very uncannily was a 31-year-old Aussie named Darrin as well, I stumbled across him on adult friend finder (sad?), he was quite nice, had a massive wang, was very much into licking my arse and pussy but I just saw him that one time because he was not so much my type. He was handsome and athletic but he also shaved his legs which I found unbelievably gay. Bleugh. #40 was someone I've actually known for about a year and he talked me into being his girlfriend but soon after went off me which was all for the better since we were too different to be a couple anyway. But he was the first guy to introduce me to all his mates and take me down his local. I reckon the reason why he asked me to be his girlfriend was, very stupidly so, that he took an e on that one night when I was stood up by some idiot but was hurting to go out and we went out together and that on the subsequent times we met we both took es and were so loved-up and all that crap and he actually told me he loved me (seriously, this ain't the drugs talking!) Yea, right. Then came Steven, #41, whom I met on the internet as well, and who was another Englishman. Positive thing about him was that he was really excellent at giving head, hope I'll see that one again. #42 was one of the more grave mistakes I've made, he was a 68-year-old who turned out to be a complete nutter and who stalked me for quite some time. I resent him very much because apart from being crazy he is not a good person. And he looked well gross like a corpse when he was asleep and he was so emaciated his skin was dangling off him, ugh. #43 was a nice one again, a really very tall and handsome lad from Denmark and because I started learning Norwegian in summer I mostly spoke Norwegian to him which unfortunately turned out to be mostly Dutch because I was so drunk (we met in Kilians). The one thing I did manage to get across was 'your house or my house' in Norwegian which I won't write down here because I'm so weird that I can only speak Norwegian but not write or read it. Before we got into a taxi to go to his I remember that Caroline told me not to do it but I couldn't understand why not, I had actually had an e before and I was in need of some bodily contact. It later turned out that the lovely Danish lad is a friend of Caroline's flatmate and she didn't want them to talk about how her mates are skanks, oh dear, too late. So at his place I barely remember anything, just that we had sex somehow and that I went home after that. Somehow I feel like I'm having more and more black-outs these days. Maybe I drink too much.

Next time read about my third and latest date with the utterly divine Søren (#32).

Mutual benefits in Benelux

I had three dates with #19. Three most wonderful dates. I wish it had been more, but I feel very lucky, nevertheless, for having had them.
First date:
We had arranged that he was to pick me up at the airport, so I positioned myself on the spot where I was supposed to be waiting for him. A silver Merc (SL 55, yea baby!) pulled up in front of me and that was the first time I saw Jean for real. Jean was an entrepreneur and quite successful at that (meaning he was filthy rich and had an insanely indecent life-style). He took me to his place (which must have cost the national debt of Brazil), where he jumped into the shower and we hit the town less than half an hour later for an early dinner. The place he took me to was, just a short walk from his across the Grote Markt, lovely and cosy and looked like someone's sitting room. I was surprised when he took my hand a couple of times through dinner already, but had no objections to him fast-tracking things a bit. Our conversation consisted mainly of me answering all his questions about me and general first date trivia. I had been unbearably nervous the whole day but half a bottle of red and a g & t did contribute to loosening me up a little. Nevertheless, a huge rush surged through me when Jean kissed me on the way from the restaurant to a bar, just stopped me in the middle of the street and full-on snogged and embraced me. Wonderful. So from then onwards we alternated between making out and drinking (him brandy, me Rob Roy or Manhattan), took our act to a second bar (brandy, calvados, champagne, beer) and even a third on the way home (don't remember what we had). Here things get a fair bit hazy for me as I was so shit-faced. I dearly wanted him to fuck me in public, there was a semi-hidden place across the street from his place but he chickened out, but in his garage entrance (on the right was the elevator that took you up to his place but if you walked on straight, there was the garage, sort of hard to explain) he took off my knickers and screwed me there (standing up) so fair play to him. We went up, to the master bedroom and continued fucking, but I don't remember much of that. What I do remember is that I was riding him at some point and he did the most inappropriate thing you could do on a first date (apart from "Let's do anal!" and helping yourself to the other person's fridge contents or reading their bank statement). "I love you." he sez. "No, you don't!" sez I. "I love you." he insisted. "Argh." Well. A couple of days later I confronted him with that and he didn't recall saying it but reasoned that he was pretty much 'in' the moment then so that must have been why he said it (he had been shit-faced too). We shagged a little more and he gave me a really damn good thrashing with his belt. A thrashing so good, in fact, that I had a huge bruise in my cleavage and the bruises on my bum where purple and black and about the size of a manhole. My little 'souvenir' lasted me almost a fortnight. In the wee morning hours we fucked again. The time to get up arrived, I had my shower first and was already dressed when he got out. I gave him a last blow job (him standing, me kneeling - my fave) and the number of times he came totaled three then. Jean was the first person I had whose come didn't taste like chlorine or just plain disgusting. It even had a very pleasant taste. He got dressed, too, and we popped in to his home office a couple of floors below where he picked up some stuff and handed me an envelope. A little later we went out for some breakfast and then he dropped me off at the airport again. I was running quite late for the flight, luckily I was checked in since the previous day and had time left to indulge in some duty-free shopping. Although the first thing I did after entering the airport was rush to the loos to check my envelope and indeed, the was a wad of crisp, fragrant 200 euro bills inside (didn't I rejoice?). Happily, I boarded the flying LH cattle-truck (for lack of a better description, 'airplane' is certainly unfitting) and happened to be on the same flight as Owen Wilson, who got in last and sat at the very very back. Back in Munich, whom did the officers stop at immigration but me. I was ordered into the room where they search your shit and the guy wanted to know whether I had a lot of cash on me. "Um, well, depends what you reckon is 'a lot'." I said. Apparently, 'a lot' means 10k. I happened to have 'a lot less' on me but it's good to know that you aren't allowed to carry more than 9999,99 euros around. And cocky as I am I asked "So, how come you picked me out, is it because I look like a hooker?". The bloke said something about standard procedure but in the end it was I, who strutted their stuff through the airport, wearing fishnets and high-heels, huge sunglasses, a fur collar and only hand luggage.
Second date:
I hate taking the bus from the gate to the cattle-truck. Unfortunately, they are always parked on an outside position and there's really no getting around that. So I went down the spiral staircase tarmac-wards when the bloke who was a couple of feet ahead of me turned his head up to get a full visual of what was under my dress (black lacy thong and Fogal fishnet hold-ups). And he did so every time the stairs turned. The cheek of him! On the bus he had the nerve to grin at me and although he got off ages before myself, he still somehow happened to be behind me while I clambered up the rickety stairs into the plane. He was seated three or four rows in front of me and when he turned around for another gawk at me I flipped him off and mouthed 'fuck you' at him. What a loser (to be fair, he did resemble Richard Gere, but still!). After landing he dogged me all the way through the airport, I only managed to shake him off when I got into a taxi to meet Jean at his office. On the way to his place we started playing with each other and as soon as he pulled into the garage he whipped his cock out, for me to suck. Then he fucked me a little bit leaning against the car and I continued sucking him in the elevator (there's a big mirror in there). In his home office he checked emails and stock market and took my picture while I sucked him. I was still extremely nervous around him and felt like I was drunk already (although I was 100 per cent sober), he always gave me such a rush, with his charisma and everything. So while he was screwing me again on one of the big white leather settees I requested that he came, I was dying for a drink. So he manoeuvred me into a kneeling position and with the camera still in his hand he jerked off into my mouth and commanded me to stick out my tongue and ordered that I was not to swallow the come until he said so (then and there was the birth of my first cum-shot clip). For dinner, we went to a place near the river and after he finished his JD, Jean told me that he was already drunk (he had just got in from NY that morning). We inhaled a bottle of red (Jean also inhaled his food) and then I finally got my first 'funny' beer (a lambic beer), for I had been pestering him about wanting one ever since the first date. We went on to a bar (Jean appeared to be as fond of the sauce as me) for a couple of drinks, brandy for him, Manhattan for me and some light making out. After a brief stop at yet another bar (or pub) we retreated to his place where he gave me a golden shower in the shower and we went to bed, we were both pretty pissed (no pun intended). Around six in the morning we had another shag and he jerked off into my mouth again and it was pretty much the same procedure as the time before, shower, dress, go down to home office, me receive envelope, out for breakfast, drive to his office where we parted and I got into a taxi for the airport. Minor incident at the security check was that my bag was searched and they sent the vibrator that I had with me (upon Jean's request) through the x-ray again, luckily I had it wrapped in a dust-bag and thus avoided a compromising situation.
Third date:
I met Jean at his office again, this time he had his A8 L there ("You probably think this car is boring." - "Yes, I do."). Hand at each others' crotch again we drove to his place. In the garage he took his cock out and I sucked him a little in the car and outside of it he pulled down my knickers and fucked me for a bit. He pulled out, "Clean it." he ordered and I sucked him some more. In the home office again, Jean checked emails and stock market and then had me on all fours in the middle of the office. He brought a pink butt-plug (especially purchased for me), lubed me up and eased it into my bum. For a while, he screwed me doggie-style, then took the plug out and fucked my arse. It didn't last very long, though, he had a big cock and I am not yet accomplished in the arts of the anal. We jumped into the shower and afterward I sucked him and licked his arse for a bit until (Jean sent me a cum-shot clip before the date and said that we would do that as well, it was a guy jerking off into a glass and the girl drank the come from it) he got his camera out again (he had taken my picture sucking him and with the butt-plug in, too) and had me kneeling in front of him, jerked off into a tumbler and had me drink it (cum-shot clip #2 for me). He also praised my new tongue and nipple piercing I had by then, especially the tongue-stud which comes in very handy at blow jobs. That was our play-time concluded and we headed out for dinner, inhaled a bottle of red again and went on to a bar for a drink. This date wasn't as wild, drink-wise, as the ones before, as he had to attend an important meeting the next morning. We went home quite early, but a little jarred nonetheless. Then, in the heat of the moment, I accidentally hit Jean in the balls and he was in such pain, he had to throw up, the poor guy. That somehow put a stopper to further activities that night and I didn't get my golden shower. But we still fucked in the morning, prior to getting up and I sucked him until he gushed his come into my mouth. Same procedure after that, shower, dress, pick up stuff in home office, me receive envelope, out for breakfast. His meeting was quite early, so Jean and I parted downtown, as I still had plenty of time on my hands until I had to be at the airport. So I blundered around for some time, but I was so knackered, having had to get up really early, that I caught a taxi to the airport and had a kip on the seats of my gate, like a homeless person.
So this was Jean. One of the best (if not the best) people I have ever had the honour to encounter. While sleeping, he always took me into his arms and although I toss and turn alot, he always embraced me once again (sigh...). But, alas, no more.

My cup of spunk

When my lovely Søren came to see me some time ago, I couldn’t help sharing the très saucy texts he sent me with practically everyone, thus also with the girls from school. Only a couple of days after my mobile had been passed around to general cackling, one of the girls exclaimed she wanted to send a text like that to her long-distance relationship Italian boyfriend and made me compose it. Basically, I just copied bits from Søren’s texts and my replies to them and exchanged the word ‘pussy’ for the word ‘dick’. To my mild amazement I was asked to edit out ‘I want to kneel in front of you and suck your dick’. “I’m not gonna do that” my friend said and second friend supported her opinion saying that she refused doing it, too. WTF, I never stopped to think that some girls find it inappropriate or downright degrading to kneel in front of a guy to suck him off. To me personally, it’s sort of all part of a game. A game that does not necessarily determine every other part of the players’ relationship. As I am such an exhibitionist whenever my sex-life is involved I particularly revel in sharing the goriest of details and once a male friend asked me after I told him that someone gave me a golden shower and I liked it, whether I don’t think that the man who’d do such a thing to me couldn’t possibly respect me. Well yeah, fair assumption, I said but for me, it’s just a game.

OK, the reason for this tedious ramble is but my latest notch on the bedpost – 31-year-old (yikes!) Darrin (#38) from Australia. And that only happened because one night, maybe four weeks ago, I was so very bored and remembering that Caroline idles away a good amount of her time on a very explicit dating website, I thought I might try it out as well. But due to reasons unknown to me I couldn’t sign up so instead I signed up at ‘plenty of fish’ ( yes, groan). About twenty minutes later a message from Darrin popped up on my screen and he seemed nice so we got chatting and blah blah blah. Before long we were swapping very explicit texts indeed and week before last I went to meet him (granted, not something I felt comfortable doing, for he should have come chasing me but I was really really really horny).

Him: Just took a hot shower. I'd cuddle upclose from behind so u can feel my hard cock up against ur soft skin. Your move...

Me: My pussy would be sopping wet in an instant - id clasp your erection with my hand and beg you to fuck me

Him: In that case I'd split your legs apart just enough to enter from behind..Then after a few thrusts I'd pick u up and fuck u doggie.. Grabbing your hair for leverage.. Watching ur photo now btw as I play

Me: And then youd pull out and you can choose where youd want to come, in my mouth, all over my face, on my ass..

Him: And some on ur tits.. That just made me cum.. Enjoy ur night.. I am gonna have some sweet dreams ;)

next day:

Me: Just got outta the shower, would love to cuddle up to you, im all wet..

Him: Wet inside and out? Lucky so its easier for me to slide my cock into your tight pussy.. Rock hard now. Need your help ;)

Me: You get hard easily ;-) id love you to plunge your cock ito my wet pussy, slide in and out slowly first so i can feel the whole length of it and then picking up speed...

Him: Want 2 watch it split ur wet lips and stretch your tight pussy. Then thrust it deep and pull it all the way out. Then listen 2 u beg and scream for it harder

Me: I sure will beg and scream, im bursting with lust already - i want to feel your hard cock inside me so bad - and suck you too, until you gush your hot come into my mouth..

Him: Then i want you to dribble it out of your mouth and on to your tits.. Then lick every last drop off my dripping cock. Then keep sucking til i get hard again..

He was cute and nice to be with so first we got drunk on Belgian beer and then went back to his place where we started making out and undressing. I unbuckled and unzipped him, freed his hard dick from his pants and punched the air victoriously exclaiming “Yesssssss! It’s not small!” when I saw it. We fucked for quite some time despite our drunkenness and it was good. I let Darrin come on my face, something he hasn’t had the chance to do a lot he said, apparently almost no girl let him do that (see, there’s the reason for the first bit of rambling). Admittedly, he did come right into my eye, which is definitely NOT pleasant but I definitely don’t see the problem with facials in general. Men love soiling girls! Must be some primeval genetic left-over. And anyhow, I’d rather have it in my face than have a guy come inside me because it feels so gross when it trickles out.

I spent a few days with Darrin and we did have a fair amount of sex which was very much to my liking, especially because he made me come thrice (on separate occasions tho). He was my third aussie, out of whom one was bad and two were very good. Je suis contente.

Jeg vil ha deg! or Dating the Danish again

Things seem to be falling into place again, after my long sabbatical from sharing gory details of my sexual activities. I received a most welcome text on a Saturday some weeks ago, from none other than the to-die-for Søren (#32), the gorgeous Dane I had a date with last summer after endless toing and froing (see: "Dating the Danish, finally with success"). It read:

Hello. I will be in nuremberg tomorrow 16.30

He told me he would be able to come to Munich and stay here for the night and then go to his meeting in Nuremberg on Monday morning. Now, I didn't have my hopes up too high because Søren had said many times in the past that he'd come to Munich to see me and then always cancelled. But he did say last week that he'd need to go Nuremberg soon, but never would I have expected it to be quite so soon. He asked me to suggest some hotels, which I did and said he'd be renting a car so I could choose one at my own convenience. Well. Anyhow, I wasn't giving his possible arrival too much thought because I was at the Greenfarm festival (Irish and Scottish music and stuff) on Saturday night and got home pretty late and pretty drunk only to find a text from Søren in the wee morning hours as I was woken up by unquenchable thirst (as always I haven't edited out his spelling mistakes):

I will be coming ;-) still remember your nice ass and the beautiful sight of my dick in your mouth. Do you like bondage? I would love to tie you to the bed and conquerre your body in every way i want with my tongue, hands and manhood. I would take you in multiple position...I want to stick my tongue in your ass, fuck you while i lick your feet. I want to pick you up and take you to my hotel. Already in the car i want to feel your wet pussy with my finger, so dont wear any panties ;) I hope we will have fun. Havent ejaculated for days. Bring your toy, lets watch a dirty movie and masturbate together. Let me massage you and slowly ignite your fire. I want you to ride me - slowly and hard and reverse, so i can see your ass bouncing. If you take my dick up your tight ass, i will explode. I want to give you my cum in your face and mouth. I want to talk dirty to you while i fuck you...do you like? What would you like? I want to wake you up in the middle of the night giving your pussy my tongue...

Whoa. I did like the sound of that text indeed! Our converstation proceeded thus:

Me: My pussy is wet from thinking about all that you said..

Him: Hi naughty...Lets be dirty tonight. Everything will be about sexing...If you want we can go in a club, have sex while being watched. Mail or tm me what you want. There are many options :)

Me: I dont want to go to a club, i just want to be with you

Him: Sounds good my dear...Do you want me to pick you up? I get a hard on everytime i see a message from you :) tell me what you want...

Me: Yes id like you to pick me up :-) have you booked hotel yet? I want to suck your dick kneeling in front of you...

Him: Hotel will be booked on the net as soon as I get to germany in approx 3h...Uhmmm...I imagine you lick me like a cat thirsty for milk...i cant wait to feel your pussy with my finger, grab it with my hand and to stick my tongue in your cave. You will scream for more...I will tease your ass with my tongue, so you will feel it in every nerve in your spine. Really wet kisses

Me: I cant wait for you to do that :-) would you collect me around 7 then? I feel so excited, i had to masturbate twice already

Him: I wanna see you play with yourself. Tell me next time you touch yourself, so i can imagine whats happening. You know how to make the next 3 hours unbearable for me :) I will pick you up around 7. I am already imagining you standing on the sidewalk...Horny and waiting. I know my dick will be even harder when my eyes catches you. When i send you the hotel info, you can send me the details where i can pick up my horny little kitten...Wonder how much more pressure my zip can hold back. It can crack any minute.

Søren arrived in Munich with only minor delay so I agreed to go and meet him at the hotel, the City Hilton. I fed Colin some cock and bull story about going out and had to change from my casual outfit into something nicer (short black dress with impressive cleavage and black patent peeptoe stilettos) in the taxi so he wouldn't suspect anything. As I arrived at the hotel I was more than nervous. I pushed my way through the heavy revolving door, and there he was, just as luscious as I remembered, cheeky grin on his face.
We sat down at the bar and talked for a bit before he suggested we go up to the room.
I sat down on the bed and Søren spread my legs and knelt in front of me and we started kissing. I told him that I was nervous but he said I needn't be. His hands wandered under my dress and between my legs and I felt a familiar twitch of lust surge through my body and started clawing off his shirt, running my fingers over his taut chest, his slender waist, and toned athletic shoulders (in fact he has toned athletic everything). His body is just a piece of perfection. I stood up to take off my dress and tights (yes, groan, tights; it was a bit chilly) and unbuckled and unzipped his trousers.
"I remember someone saying they want to suck me off kneeling in front of me" Søren sez. Taking off his trousers and shrugging off his shirt he sat down in an armchair and I was happy to oblige. I freed his hard-on from his pants and encircled it with my lips and hand, taking it as deep up my throat as possible. While I was sucking him off Søren reached down and motioned me to take off my knickers. I slipped them off and heard him groan with lust as he felt how wet my pussy already was. "I want you to fuck me now" I sez and we climbed onto the bed where he plunged his dick into me and set off at a hard and fast pace, making me delirious with pleasure. Then he pulled out and gushed a load of come over my breasts and belly. "Sorry it was so short, but I haven't ejaculated in two days and I could've come after 15 seconds" he panted; but I didn't mind, for I knew he'd screw me again and again.
He flicked on the telly box and we watched some of the match in bed (Brazil v Cote d'Ivoire). Søren works in the food industry importing Argentinian beef and such but also he showed me some of his new products, a range of e-number free microwave dinners and I thought that was really darling, him lugging around ready-meals in his briefcase (but that's what his meeting on the following day was about). Apparently, they sell his products pretty much everywhere in Denmark. Not before long things got steamy again; Søren had me on all fours and licked my arse and pussy and then rammed his cock into me again for another staccato of fucking. The speed and intensity were still nothing short of breath-taking - makes me wonder why the hell I always put up with losers and pityful sex? I shan't do so anymore, it's just not worth it, I'd rather masturbate now, even doubly so since I 'found a new way' of doing it in the bath; I used to just do it with the showerhead but recently I found that I it's much much better when I scoot up against the running tap.
The third time Søren let me choose the position after another lengthy spell of me sucking his dick; and granted, I chose my favourite, standing up (with me supporting myself on the sideboard) and that was just so intense, I felt his cock go really deep inside me.
After that Søren asked me whether I would mind if he did some work, I said no, go ahead and watched Gothika on the telly. Every now and then I couldn't stop myself from looking at him wistfully, quietly wishing that I could call him mine. But I'm not totally daft so I know I'll never have him. We went to bed eventually, I would have liked another fuck, but Søren was fast asleep, so I resorted to some shut-eye as well.
We woke up around a time when I should've left to go to school, but I just had to get screwed once more and let my hand wander under the duvet and clasp Søren's already hard dick and soon he flipped me on my side so he spooned me and fucked me one last time, fast and hard, holding firmly onto my shoulder (and leaving me with some bruises even).
Since we were both running late we had our showers, I put on a casual outfit I brought along, stashed my stilettos in my bag and donned some ballerinas. With the promise to see each other again we kissed goodbye and thus I left to go to school where I bided my time with the utmost serenity.

Cheaters Weepers

My dear friend Caroline's been to see some of her family in another town and since she left on Wednesday already and I was desperate for a drink I went to see my flatmate who decided to join my arseholisation. Later I received a text from a schoolmate whether I was going to Kilian's and that seemed like a brilliant idea so I did that. I was already pretty legless when I arrived there, I kept spilling my drink on my mate but I still got chatted up by a tall and fit looking bloke who turned out to be Dutch too! So I showed off my brilliant Dutch language-skills and got gradually more and more shit-faced. The Dutch bloke was there on business (I forgot what) with a bunch of colleagues (mostly Dutch and Flemish), and somehow at some point (again, hazy recollection) I found myself in a taxi with him, heading for the Feringapark Hotel (my first time there, very nice hotel, can only recommend) where he was staying. I had told him beforehand that I wouldn't have sex with him, I'd only give him a blowjob, and he seemed perfectly fine with that.

We got to the hotel, went up to the room, and it wasn't long before he stripped off and I copied him. Getting into the massive bed, he already had a big hard-on which I unhesitatingly clasped with my hand and mouth. It didn't take all too many strokes before hot come gushed into my mouth and down my fingers. After having cleaned up I went to lie in bed next to my latest Dutch 'conquest' and was already dozing off when he told me in Dutch (which took some time to sink in because I was so pissed) that he didn't want me to stay over after all because he had pangs of conscience since he was married. That a was a bit rich I thought and also kind of hurtful but I got up and dressed, accepted a fifty for a taxi, suggested he delete my phone number and left. Outside the hotel I rummaged in my bag, for the second time in search of the pack of cigarettes that had gone empty already before I went to Kilian's, when my phone started ringing and it was him, saying I'd left my jewellery behind. So he came down and returned it to me, I was so grateful (the jewellery in question was two Tiffany bracelets I would not have liked to have lost) and he asked the desk to call me a taxi and waited with me until it arrived. That was pretty decent of him in the end, and neither am I distraught about the fact that the taxi fare was less than half the money he gave me, but still.....I still think that guys should make up their mind about cheating - I'm always the other girl, and I'm absolutely fine with that. But I have feelings too, and it's not exactly corking when the guy you just sucked off asks you to shag off.

Swingin' in Benelux?

I was talking to Jean (#19, richer than God) earlier today. He IMs me about once or twice a month, and pretty much always asks me whether I'm seeing someone, in the middle of casual banter. I do wonder why. After our three dates in summer '08 (please see 'Mutual benefits in Benelux' for further reading) he sort of 'disappeared' for some time (right after Lehman went bust) and I think it's a fair assumption to say that he continued to see other people (which he did) just to have something new. But - why still be in touch with me then? Jean is the kind of alpha-male type who doesn't have any trouble meeting people, and why still be in touch with someone who lives a long way away if you can have a lot of similar or better girls in your vicinity? Unless, you like them is my humble guess.
So, we did chat yesterday, too (exchanging season's greetings and shit at this time of year) but today's conversation was a bit more on the fruity side, indeed:

Me: :-*
Jean: hi
Jean: happy ny
Me: same to you
Me: hope its gonna be a good one
Jean: :-)
Me: what are you doing?
Jean: preparing for the new work year
Jean: you?
Me: lounging around
Me: sinusitis again, and im half deaf
Jean: oops
Jean: I know how that feels
Me: you have it quite often too, right?
Jean: yep
Jean: especially when flying
Me: i hear ya
Me: any more swinger club action in the recent time for you? (he told me he'd been to one some months ago)
Jean: you seem to be fascinated by that
Me: ;-)
Me: no not really
Me: thats not an answer to the question tho
Jean: so, why are you interested
Me: well, its not illegal to be interested in you, is it
Jean: especially in my sex life
Me: you always ask about mine too
Me: so? answer?
Jean: :-P
Jean: yep
Jean: went again with another woman
Me: oh god
Me: and was it any good?
Jean: for her it was
Me: and for you?
Jean: was ok
Jean: I like to watch
Jean: what did you do?
Me: sit around talking to people, have a look around and get screwed in a darkroom
Me: i liked the way other people were watching us
Jean: ??
Jean: when did that happen?
Jean: and where
Me: ?
Me: oh sorry i misunderstood your question
Me: i thought you were asking about what i did in a club
Jean: so, when did you go?
Me: i told you already
Jean: remind me
Me: 13 december 2008
Jean: where?
Me: in munich, it was a fetish club
Jean: ah yes
Jean: got it now
Me: ;-)
Me: so youve been having loads of sex then
Jean: not really
Me: but you went to swinger club several times, no?
Jean: a couple of
Jean: would not say several
Me: ok
Me: so youre not seeing anyone at the moment?
Jean: not at this moment
Jean: you?
Me: no of course not
Me: have you been seeing anyone in the recent time tho?
Jean: casual things
Me: ;-)
Jean: better that way
Me: why do you think?
Jean: at this point in time easier
Me: im not looking to commit at this point in my life either
Me: men are such idiots anyway, no point
Jean: :-))
Me: seriously, theyre so stupid i wouldnt even consider one date, let alone a real relationship
Me: and those, who arent complete cretins are gay or taken
Me: so ive given up the idea of wanting to commit completely and im very happy now
Jean: good
Jean: so how did you solve the sex issue
Me: i have the occasional date and apart from that i got my vibrators
Me: a bit like you, i guess
Jean: similar indeed
Jean: vibrator don't work on me tough
Me: ;-)
Me: but i guess youre getting more sex, i had a mere 3 dates over the whole of 2009 (not entirely true, i know)
Me: well you can jerk off then
Jean: true
Jean: better to have a woman's face close to cum on though
Me: mmmhh..
Me: id love that
Jean: still do?
Me: sure
Me: not from everyone tho!
Jean: bukake girl
Me: no harm in liking it
Me: (but i dont like bukkake)
Jean: would you like to go to a club again?
Me: i dunno
Me: maybe sometime
Jean: :-)
Jean: you are a bit submissive are you?
Me: well, yes
Me: i thought you knew
Jean: good
Jean: as a hypothetical question
Me: what
Jean: how would you like to go to
Jean: a club with me
Jean: and take orders from me
Me: well...
Me: if we agree upon whats ok and whats not in advance then i could imagine doing it
Jean: well, only safe things
Me: yes, obviously
Jean: and you get a safe word
Me: thats good
Jean: other than that you are a slafe
Jean: slave*
Me: your slave?
Jean: yes
Me: do you like the idea?
Jean: depends on how good you would be
Me: how good a slave?
Jean: and follow orders
Me: yes
Jean: like
Jean: suck me while others are watching
Me: i see
Jean: being fucked whilst doing that
Me: fucked by whom?
Jean: a stranger with a condom
Me: ok and you will fuck other women too then?
Jean: perhaps
Jean: or you will be licked
Me: im not sure id like interacting with anyone but you
Me: and vice versa
Jean: well, not much point going to a club then....
Me: hmm true
Me: ok then
Me: as long as you wouldnt abandon me with some weirdos
Jean: that I would not
Jean: I would take good care of my slave
Me: ok that sounds reasonable
Jean: start warming up to the idea?
Me: yes i think so
Jean: anything that you think would be of limits?
Me: hmm, i wouldnt fancy old and disgusting guys screwing me
Me: or what were you thinking of?
Jean: just using you as my toy
Me: yes ok
Me: and were you thinking of doing that somewhere in belgium or where
Jean: dunno yet
Jean: was hypothetical
Me: ah ok i thought you had something in mind already
Me: but
Me: if we ever do something like that
Me: i would appreciate seeing you once before that just to get used to you again - i hope that doesnt sound crazy to you?
Jean: ;-)
Me: so youre fine with that condition?
Jean: not really
Jean: we go to dinner first
Me: why not
Jean: not enough time
Me: youre not dying soon are you?
Me: but it might be enough if you fuck me before dinner
Me: i have to go have dinner now
Jean: enjoy sweeetie
Jean: nice company I hope
Me: at home
Me: nothing special
Me: well, tell me when you have a clearer idea about that whole business
Jean: good
Me: yea, i wont have time in the near future tho, tons of exams
Me: where were the clubs you went to so far
Jean: in belgium
Jean: when are the exams finished?
Me: exams all through january, and then im gone the first half of feb
Jean: okido
Jean: where to
Me: dusseldorf, for carnival
Jean: nice
Jean: with family?
Me: yes
Me: i will stay with my family, obviously i wont go out with them
Jean: :-D
Me: yea so im available between mid feb to mid may
Jean: and then?
Me: then im away for 2 weeks and have time again from june onwards
Me: or no, actually just one week
Me: but i guess you will be travelling a little bit more
Jean: I will be
Me: can i just ask you
Jean: sure
Me: why go to swinger club with me when you have other women who im guessing dont live inconveniently far away?
Me: its not very economical
Jean: just to do something new
Me: but you already know me
Jean: not in this context
Me: true
Me: and do you like doing it somewhere you could possibly get caught?
Jean: not really
Me: have you got any other fantasies then?
Jean: threesomes with girls
Me: but thats something you already did
Jean: never enough :-)
Me: what do you usually wear in a swinger club
Jean: underwear
Jean: dress code after 10 pm
Me: after 10 you have to be in underwear?
Jean: yep
Jean: or sexy lingerie
Me: haha yes
Me: and would you want me to wear a dog collar?
Jean: ah
Jean: you know the code of sm
Me: its cos i have one here somewhere and if you want it ill look for it
Jean: really?
Me: yes sure
Jean: how come you have one
Me: it looks cool
Me: thats why i got it
Jean: were you somebody's slave?
Me: not yet
Me: i have several fetishy outfits
Jean: nice
Me: i dont think i really did anything submissive with anyone but you...
Jean: really?
Me: no not really
Me: (but i liked it so much!)
Me: not all men like it
Jean: what don't they like
Me: dominating, i think. cos not everyone is a bossy alpha male type like you
Jean: hihi
Me: ;-)
Me: you still by the seaside
Jean: nope
Jean: drove back earlier
Me: any new cars?
Jean: yep
Jean: in 3 days
Me: what are you getting?
Jean: ferrari california
Me: oh god i love that car
Me: what colour
Jean: black
Me: are you excited about it?
Jean: :-)
Me: very cool.
Me: did you get a personal number plate like on the SL?
Jean: the same
Me: is that possible?
Jean: yep
Me: well, it is very fitting
Me: and im happy for you, im almost crying
Jean: why???
Me: cos i love fast cars so much and theyre a huge turn-on for me
Jean: :-)
Jean: did you like the SL? (SL 55 AMG)
Me: yes, very much
Me: very sexy car
Me: i prefer it to the SL 65 and the black SL
Jean: ferrari much cuter
Me: yes but a four seater nevertheless
Me: and the hard top removes 3 seconds faster
Jean: you are well informed
Me: i like cars
Me: i hope youre keeping the SL?
Jean: nope
Jean: end of life (it's about 5 years old)
Jean: I also like the new A8
Jean: and the BMW X1
Me: but you already have an A8 L and a X5 dont you
Jean: X5 will have to go
Jean: and the A8 is the older model now :-(
Me: what about the X5 m
Jean: too big
Me: i like zonda
Jean: what is that?
Me: pagani zonda
Jean: ???
Me: its a car
Me: a super car
Me: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Pagani_Zonda.jpg
Jean: wow
Me: great, huh
Jean: wowow
Me: almost gives you a hard-on
Jean: for me it does ;-)
Me: for me it does the equivalent then
Jean: :-)
Me: i bet youll get alot of attention in the california
Jean: blonde big boobed bitches
Me: your favourite ;-)
Jean: nope
Jean: was joking (yes, I got that, groan)
Jean: absurd humour
Jean: well, time for dinner here
Jean: till later
Me: see you
Jean: ciao bella
Me: bye love

So, what do I make of this? My experience with Jean is that he's not one to talk any bullshit or have hidden agendas. But how can you be sure? And - does he genuinly like me or am I just some fuckjob? Shit, I can't figure this one out.