* “me” is Kim, girlfriend of Pete. (Only it turns out “me” isn’t really Kim.)
* “drakkertr” is the screen name for some guy, Pete’s friend, who’s hitting on Pete’s girlfriend (or, uh, thinks he’s hitting on Pete’s girlfriend.)
Here’s our interpretation of what’s going down:
1. drakkertr (D), Pete’s friend, plans a serious sexy hook-up with Pete’s girlfriend, Kim.
2. Unfortunately for D, Pete’s girlfriend here was really Pete. Pete is a jealous, conspiratorial dude. D is BUSTED.
3. D: “Huh? Wuh?” Shock ensues.
4. Seconds pass. D gamely attempts a recovery. “Yo, dude, I was joking, dude, ha ha.” Almost pulls it off for a second. But ultimate smell test: it’s bullshit.
5. Pete spits on D’s bullshit. Not a happy friend. Indicates he plans to communicate his unhappiness to D ir a probably violent and physical way.
6. D understands, pisses his pants.
I just arrived in New York, and I’m about to meet up with a few friends here to start chasing some pussy. I’m staying here at the W in Times Square — right in the heart of all the action. I don’t think I could live here without going crazy — CA will always be home. But occasional visits to the City are awesome — albeit quite expensive. So I’m here for a few days, and my goal is at least two chicks. Chicks in NYC can be tough and aloof, but I’m confident that my skills are up to the challenge. Next stops are DC and Miami — this East Coast leg of my newfound life of leisure and pussy shall be quite enjoyable. On the Rebecca front — we’ve chatted briefly recently, but I didn’t tell her I was gonna be right in her backyard. I just said I had to do some travelling for business — and left it at that. If I can avoid Atlanta during my entire trip out here, then I can declare myself to be officially over her.
I had a long conversation the other night with a girl who I’ve been friends with forever (and a rare one I’ve never tried fucking). She is more like a sister — a really great girl. She was asking me why I don’t meet someone, settle down, blah blah blah. How to you convey and describe the desire to chase pussy to a girl? I didn’t try, but I think the best analogy is to shoes. No matter how much a chick likes a pair of shoes, she will be wanting to check out a new pair with days — if not hours. It is just an insatiable drive — they can have 1000 pairs, and they’ll still want another. That is how I (and I’m sure most guys reading this) feel about pussy. Males were not built nor designed for monogamy. That’s just a fact. Well enough pontificating and rationalizing my casual encounters — I’m ready to head out for the night. Hopefully I’ll have some salacious NYC details to share soon.
Justin checking back in — I think I’ve decided upon my next destinations within my “pussy tour”. I’m heading back East, but don’t worry — Atlanta is not on my list. My communication the past few days with Rebecca has trailed off, and I think I’m now putting her behind me as just one conquest within a long list — hopefully I’ve kicked that habit for good. So I’ve decided to make stops in New York, Washington and Miami. I’ve actually only went to DC once, and it was a quick trip just doing the typical tourist shit. I’ve yet to partake in the area’s governmental pussy, and I am looking forward to banging a few chicks who I’ve been supporting all along with my tax dollars anyway. I’ve spent a bunch of time in New York previously — expensive, but I love an occasional visit. Miami I’ve only been to briefly — several times just to depart on a cruise.
South Beach is obviously a prime destination for the sluttiest of chicks — so I figure I can’t go wrong there. I’m taking off in a few days after a finish up some crap I still have to take care of here. Being it is my home, San Francisco doesn’t count as a “conquest location”, but I did have a particularly pleasing random casual encounter the other day. I was hanging out with a few friends at one of our typical haunts, and a chick was there who’ve I’ve never seen before. This is rare seeing the crowd is mostly regulars, and for some reason she caught my eye. She was exceptionally cute, and seemed very bright when I started chatting her up. She was seated at a table during our entire conversation, and the lighting at this place leaves a lot to be desired. So, after working my wiles as I aptly do — I was able to talk her into coming back to my place to hang out. When she got up from the table, I was a bit aghast — she was much larger than my typical target. I think she sensed my dismay, but I quickly covered it up — I didn’t want to seem like a total asshole.
Well I’d had a few drinks and was horny — and the hook-up was already cemented — so I went with the flow. She was not obese by any stretch, but just more more full figured than any girl i’ve recently been with. In actuality, I have no complaints — it was quite a fulfilling night. I won’t make it a habit, but variety is the spice of life…
I’m back in CA recharging after an amazing stop in Atlanta visiting Rebecca. I must admit that I am now conflicted. I really like this chick, but I am definitely not prepared to give up my carousing ways. Toward the end of the trip, I felt her trying to quantify what sort of relationship I’m looking for. I was open in the fact that I dated several girls (omitting the incriminating details of course), and that I wasn’t looking for a relationship — especially a long distance one. I think mainly this relates to the fact that she is a nice girl, and doesn’t want to think of herself as some random guy’s plaything. I can respect that, and — candidly — there is no way to really continue with her without it ending badly. However, whether I’ll have the willpower to stay away is another question altogether. We’ve talked and texted a few times since I’ve been back home, but I am doing my best to remain aloof and detached. We’ll see how that plays out, but it is time now to plan the next leg of my “pussy tour”.
So far, I’ve been able to snag chicks in LA, Vegas, Phoenix, Chicago and at the University of Nebraska. The trip to Atlanta to “double dip” with Rebecca (who I originally met in Phoenix) doesn’t count — I can only include Atlanta on my list of conquest cities if I do another chick from there (maybe Rebecca might be amenable to another girl joining us? — I hadn’t explored that angle with her yet.). So where to next? A good friend of mine is urging me to plan a trip to Brazil with him — he assures me that the pussy there flows as freely as oil from a busted Gulf well. I don’t doubt it, but that flight is so fucking long — I think I am going to stick domestic now. I’d like to check out a city which I’ve never been — that rules out almost all destinations on the West Coast. I’ll ponder it more — if anyone has any suggestions please feel free to share them.
So Rebecca actually did take me for the best hamburger of my life, and I thought I was out of luck considering she had agreed to let me tie her up and blindfold her if she was proven wrong. It pained me to have to admit she was right, and upon getting back to her place she indicated it was time to settle the bet. I was confused, because there was no agreement on what would happen if she was right, but when she started to motion for me to lie down on the bed I began to protest a bit. In actuality, I’ve never let a girl tie me up — in my mind I should be the one doing the tying. But she insisted saying fair is fair — and who was I to argue. In order to assuage me, she indicated that she would ask permission before any given act. She stripped me down to my boxers and tied my hands to the bedposts and used a scarf to blindfold me. In reality, she did a terrible job and I could still easily see her — and I could have “escaped” in around 6 seconds if I truly desired to. But, I decided to play along.
She began by asking for permission to kiss me — which I obviously granted. After several intense moments of kissing, she asked if she could take off her top and skirt — who was I to say no? I found her asking to be especially arousing. She was then kneeling next to me, running her hands up and down my chest and thighs. I almost came when she asked me — whispering shyly in my ear — if she could touch my penis. I heartily gave permission at which point I felt her warm hand sliding down underneath my boxers. She then proceeded to ask permission to take off her panties, and within seconds she was on top of me riding me like no other girl ever has. Truth be told — it was one of the most arousing sexual experiences of my life. The next day spent with Rebecca was just as exciting — I actually really like this girl. I hate to admit it, but this encounter has now transcended casualness — and I have no motivation to now plan the next stop on my pussy tour. However, I’m sure I’ll snap out of it soon.
I was happy I decided to come here the minute I saw Rebecca standing there as I walked into the airport terminal. She looked terrific, and she appeared genuinely happy to see me — which was quite gratifying. The long wait for my bags didn’t bother me a bit — standing at baggage claim chatting with her made the time fly by. She brought me up to speed on what was happening in her life, and I gave her a (highly sanitized) recap of my recent travels. She obviously doesn’t know the true nature of my “tour”, and in actuality — besides my mom — she is the only female alive that I feel I have to hide my true nature from. It was late when I arrived, so we just headed straight to her place in Buckhead. Upon arriving there, I was quite impressed.
She has a really nice condo in Buckhead — the “trendy” area in Atlanta. Her place is actually a lot nicer than mine back in San Francisco. I wasn’t sure how to take it when she showed me into her second guest bedroom — obviously, I had assumed we’d share the same bed. She noticed my confused expression and explained to me that she wasn’t some chick I could just fly in and fuck at will — I’ll have to treat her like a nice girl and take her out on a proper date the following day before I’m welcome in her bedroom. I understood the point she was trying to make, and it actually made me like her even more. So I’m alone now in the guest bedroom — and the thought of her in bed down the hall is driving me crazy. Probably exactly what she desired. I’ll be sure to make up for lost time tomorrow. I’ll be back soon with all the juicy details.
I’m writing this from the plane on my way to Atlanta. Rebecca is picking me up at the airport, and this will be a bit of a deviation from my usual modus operandi. All of my other stops have entailed a pursuit for meaningless and casual encounters, but this trip the pussy is already lined up. She’s excited to show me Atlanta, and hopefully she’s equally excited to get naked again with me. It probably is a mistake, but I’m going to stay at her place. This obviously precludes any ancillary action — but I’m only there for 3 days, so I’m sure she’ll keep me fully occupied. I’ve just promised myself this will be the last time I see her — but like the old saying goes.. the best laid plans of mice and men. I have a feeling that I will break this promise to myself. There is just something about her milky skin and beautiful red hair that really turns me on.
She is also a nice girl — which is far different than my usual conquests. During previous stops in Vegas, LA and Chicago I was with a nice number of sluts, nymphos and even a hooker. Rebecca most definitely does not fall into any of those categories. As I’ve indicated previously, for some reason defiling otherwise nice and innocent girls really turns me on. Well I’ll check back in after I get to Atlanta. God, would she kill me if she got any sniff of this blog.
So the Chicago leg of my pussy tour started off with a bang — but it ended with a fizzle. I had a great time, we caught a Bears game — but the remainder of my Chicago stay after my lucky first night was a strike out. I got one girl back to my “Fantastic Suite” at the W, but she had second thoughts before I could even get her bra off. So I came back here to San Fran for a bit to take care of some business and personal shit, and now I’m ready to go back on “tour” and need to decide on my next destination.
Lest my confidence and ego take a hit, I decided to make my next stop entail a sure thing. You might remember my encounter in Phoenix with a hot redhead named Rebecca a few weeks ago. She was attending a company meeting in Scottsdale, but she’s from Atlanta — which shall be my next stop. We’ve chatted a few times since I first met (conquered) her, and she’s excited for me to visit. The problem is that I really like this girl. All of my other conquests so far have been purely casual encounters — but she was different. I felt like I made a connection with her, and the sex was as good as it gets. However, a serious relationship is not in the cards for me at this point in my life — and my strong desire to chase pussy will inevitably trump any one given girl.
I do really like her, and don’t want to set her up to be hurt. It would probably be best if I enforced a “no double dipping” rule on myself, but I’ve already made plans and will be seeing her soon. I’ve only been to Atlanta once, and have heard great things about it — so between her sexy red pubes and that I’m looking forward to getting back on the road. I’ll update everyone after I get there.
Justin here, continuing the recap of my eventful first evening in Chicago. Parts one and two involved an incredible meal at the famed Chicago Chop House followed by a (brief) stop at Club Transit. I say brief because not too long after arriving, I was introduced to Melissa and Amanda — two spoiled, vacuous — but hot — party girls. Within relatively short order, we were all back at the “Fantastic Suite” (that is actually what the W calls the suite) I was staying in at the W Hotel. After shooting down a few small bottles from the mini-bar, the two of them soon ended up on the bed — and the show began. Most every straight red blooded male fantasizes about having threesomes — but the appeal behind this fantasy varies. Some guys like attention lavished upon them and to be serviced by multiple females. Others enjoy the challenge of satisfying two girls at once. However, for me at least, much of the appeal derives from watching two girls in action pleasing one another.
Amanda and Melissa did not disappoint me in this regard. I could tell they were truly into each other, and this added greatly to my enjoyment watching them. After a while, I decided it was time to join the party, and I undressed and approached the pair as Amanda was on all fours on top of Melissa grinding back and forth against her. Amanda looked up at me with a bit of surprised look when I stuck my finger into her pussy, but her surprise turned into a naughty smile — and she had my cock in her mouth within seconds. Melissa got up on her knees, and both were now in front of me passing back and forth my cock like it was a joint. I didn’t end up actually fucking either of them, but they did spend the night which included sessions in the nice Jacuzzi, the bed and the plush sofa. By the time the sun came up, I was drained both literally and figuratively. It was a Windy City night to remember.
Sorry for the delay, but I am now back for the second chapter describing my glorious first night in Chicago. As I relayed to everyone in my prior post, the evening started off on a truly carnivorous note at Chicago Chop House. We then transitioned to Transit (no pun intended) which is one of the hottest clubs in Chicago. My new trader friends had arranged for a large table in their VIP lounge, and the night started with a parade of farm-raised Midwestern sluts coming by our table. Steve and his buddies knew quite a few chicks there, and within relatively short order there were six of them enjoying bottle service with us at our table. One blond — Melissa — initially caught my eye, and before long I was out on the dance floor with her — and to my present surprise her friend Amanda soon joined us. I’ve been amply blessed in many arenas, but dancing is not one of them. Dancing with two hot chicks was drawing a bit too much attention for my liking, so I deftly guided them back to a quiet area in order to see if I had a shot at making this night extra special.
It quickly became apparent that both were somewhat bubbleheaded, spoiled party girls — but quite hot ones. Both are 21 and from North Shore suburbs, and they didn’t seem to do or have interest in much outside of shopping and partying. Melissa was a toned blond around 5′ 6, and Amanda a more voluptuous brunette at around 5’8 (with amazingly succulent tits). The idea of a threesome obviously quickly entered my head, and I was gauging the best way to approach this delicate subject without putting them off. I decided that this situation called for a direct route, so I proceeded to kiss Melissa — and then immediately turned my attention to Amanda. After kissing Amanda they looked at each other and proceeded to make-out — and I could tell it wasn’t their first time doing so. After only just over an hour or so in Transit, it became time to transit back to the W for what would prove to be the true highlight of the night.
One of the funniest sex stories I’ve read in a long while, from College Stories. Enjoy.
Everyone’s got an embarrassing sex act story. For me, it happened in 1998; my senior year of college. It was 2 A.M. and my girlfriend was over even though she wasn’t supposed to be in my room after 11 P.M. She and I were getting into some pretty kinky stuff. Basically, she wanted me to tie her up, write on her, and basically just treat her like a sex slave that pissed me off. She wanted me to constantly threaten her with death during this role-playing session too. She really got off on this type of stuff.
So, I move some ceiling tiles and tie her hands above her head using the girders. Her ass is about a foot off the bed and she’s got her arms straight up in the air. I put a gag in her mouth, and then wrote “DEAD BITCH” on her chest and “COCKSUCKER” on her back with green permanent marker. I tied up her huge tits and put clothespins on her nipples. (Yes, this was all part of her insane fantasy and she basically told me exactly what I was to do before we even began. It was like a dominatrix who wanted to be the slave, but still gave instructions! I like a little light bondage, but even though this was way out of my freak-league, I enjoyed the pure lunacy of it.) Anyway, I stick a vibrating egg in her pussy and set it on a very slow pulse. Then, I put a gag on her and tell her to wait till I get back. I went to the basement to get ice because she wanted a cube shoved up her ass. Halfway back, the fire alarm goes off. I run back to my room and the RA is about to unlock my door to do a bed check. I tell the RA that I’m already out, but I forgot to grab something. He tells me I can’t go back into my room because of the fire alarm. Now, we all know there’s no fire… It’s just some drunk fuck who pulled the alarm. So, I go outside while my girlfriend is tied up in my room with a vibrating egg in her snatch. We’re all waiting outside for about 15 minutes even though we’re usually back inside within 5 minutes. Then, the fire department shows up. Apparently, it wasn’t some drunk who pulled the fire alarm; it was some drunk who set the bathroom garbage can on fire up on the fourth floor. I grab the hall coordinator and tell her that my girlfriend is still inside. She asks why the fuck I didn’t say anything. Well, because we’ve had 500 fire alarms and NONE of them were ever real. Additionally, I said my girlfriend didn’t get out because she was asleep and sleeps with earplugs because the slightest noises wake her up. I was hoping I’d be able to go get her alone. Yeah, that didn’t happen. The hall coordinator, a security guard, two firemen, and one of the RA’s escort me to my room. The Hall coordinator puts her key in and I say, “All these people might freak her out. I’ll go get her.” The Fireman says, “We don’t have time for this! Get her out, now!” He grabs the knob and flings the door open.
This is a sight I will never forget; I doubt anyone else will, either. Everyone looks in and is just shocked. There, hanging from the girders is my buck naked girlfriend with tears running down her face. She’s squirming as hard as she can and she’s screaming her muffled yells through the gag. Her tits are tied up and they’ve turned purple. I try to run in, but one fireman tackles me. He and the security guard then throw handcuffs on me. The other fireman goes in and pulls off the gag. My girlfriend screams (keep in mind there is MAJOR MAJOR labored breathing and an intense tone of pain), “GET… THIS… OUT… OF… MY… PUSSY!!!!!!!!!” The Hall coordinator is asking what the fuck she’s talking about. I’m screaming, “PULL THE LITTLE CORD!!! PULL THE LITTLE CORD!!!” The hall coordinator can’t find any cord because with all the squirming, my girlfriend had sucked it up into her. Instead of cutting her down, they’re trying to figure out how to fish out this vibrator (or maybe they were trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about still). It was probably like 5 seconds, but it felt like an hour. So now, I’m screaming, “CUT HER DOWN!! CUT HER DOWN!!!” The fireman cuts her down and my girlfriend jams her fingers up her pussy and produces a small vibrating egg. They quickly untie her tits and pull off the clothespins. As the nylon ropes and clothespins come off, my girlfriend lets out a scream as the blood rushes back in and back out. By this point, 2 cops have joined us, a paramedic has joined us, and four more firemen are there. With only one or two exceptions, everyone looks like they just saw a train wreck with tits.
While they’re dragging me away in handcuffs, my girlfriend is screaming, “NO! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT! HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” I’m not fighting, but she’s wrestling the paramedic and the fireman who are helping her down the hall. (She could barely walk.) We get to the front doors and people are starting to return to their rooms. Many are just stopping and watching us. Finally, my girlfriend screams, “IT WAS JUST KINKY SEX!! I WANTED IT!! IT WAS ME!! I TOLD HIM I WAS A DEAD BITCH! I TOLD HIM I WAS A COCKSUCKER!” Well, this was a showstopper. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, goes dead silent… Then, a second later, there’s an eruption of laughter.
They drag me and my girlfriend into the Hall Coordinator’s apartment. Now, it’s just me, my girlfriend, the Hall Coordinator, the RA, 2 cops, and the security guard. One cop and the security guard take me into the bedroom and ask me all sorts of questions. The one that stood out in my mind was, “What the hell were you planning considering you wrote ‘Dead Bitch’ on her chest?” While grilling me in the bedroom, they were asking her questions in the living room. This is quite possibly one of the most humbling experiences of my life… having to describe, in detail, perverse things I was doing to her and why… After about an hour, they let us go and realized it was just some very kinky sex.
Now, here’s what my girlfriend told me about how things happened on her end. I left the room and she was fine. The fire alarm goes off and she’s freaking out because she knows the RA’s check the rooms. She hears me in the hall and relaxes. As time goes by, the vibrating egg starts to numb her. Then, out of nowhere, it slams her with a massive orgasm. And another. And another. And another. Then it became painful with each successive orgasm. Then she said it was just like a “painful stabbing” with every vibration. She started squirming and the ropes just tightened around her wrists more and more. She tried getting her legs underneath herself to lift up, but her feet were tied to the bedposts. She got one leg undone, but the painful orgasms mixed with the one tied leg caused problems. First, she didn’t have much dexterity because closing her legs made it hurt even more, and with the one tied leg, she couldn’t wiggle her body enough to swing the one leg underneath her. Then, she heard the sirens and freaked out thinking she was going to burn to death. At that point, she just started screaming and wiggling around even more. I didn’t notice it when they were taking her out, but she claims she was just covered in her own spit because of the screaming, the death-writhing, and the gag.
The next day, I’d gotten written up for:
-Violating Intervisitation (opposite sex in your room after hours)
-Alcohol Possession (it was a dry dorm and I had some booze on the desk)
-Failure to clear a room during an emergency
-Disrespect towards a fellow student (I knew the female femi-Nazi hall coordinator had something to do with this one)
My girlfriend didn’t get written-up for anything, but she got warnings for everything except disrespect.
As my punishment, I was required to see a school counselor for an hour every week until the end of the school year, I had to pay $50 for each write-up, I had to do 20 hours of community service at the campus ministry office, I had to write an essay on being respectful towards other students, and I had to write an essay on “love and relationships.”
Anyway, I called my dad and told him the story since I wasn’t about to pay the $200 and my dad was so fucking cool he laughed his ass off at the story. He called the school and I don’t know what he said, but after that, the only things I had to do were see the counselor twice and write the essay on “Love and Relationships.” I basically met the counselor, explained the situation, and he signed off on the requirement after 20 minutes. As for the essay, I basically wrote an essay about the “alternative lifestyle” of Dominants and submissives and I concluded with the line “just because she shows up to class with bruises doesn’t mean she isn’t loved.” They took the essay and I guess they never read it because I never heard anything else about it.
I felt horrible about this, but now that we’re not together, I think it’s hilarious. I only wish it could have been caught on tape. Surprisingly, this incident didn’t deter her from further acts of perversion, bondage, and humiliation.
Well, my first night in Chicago was so amazing it deserves three posts. This first post shall deal exclusively with the first part of the evening — dinner at the legendary Chop House. Yeah, I know this isn’t a foodie blog and the majority of content on CasualEncounters is about eating pussy as opposed to delicacies — but some meals are just so good they almost rank up there with sex. For those of you who haven’t heard of it, the Chop House is one of the best — if not the best — steakhouses in the world. I went with Steve, an old college buddy of mine who now is a trader at the Chicago Merc and two of his buddies from the Exchange. I thought I was an egotistical bastard — but suffice to say there is a special level of bravado only attained upon becoming a trader on the commodities exchange. Despite their brashness, they definitely seemed like ideal guides to the area’s best pussy chasing arenas.
So the meal started off with an amazing seafood platter appetizer for the table including lobster tails, shrimp, crabcakes and some of the best crab legs I’ve ever eaten. This was just a prelude to the 48 oz. (I was tempted to go for the 64 oz. but that was just too much) Porterhouse steak — which words alone can not describe. The truffle mac ‘n cheese and sauteed mushrooms rounded out what might qualify as one of the best meals of my life. For those of you who have occasion to visit Chicago (and don’t mind dropping a few hundred on dinner) — I most definitely recommend a splurge at the Chop House. From Chop House we headed out to engage in my main hobby — and suffice to say the Windy City did not disappoint. Further details coming soon….
It’s Justin, and I just got into Chicago. I love this city, but boy do I hate O’Hare Airport. Well, maybe I’m a bit biased at the moment due to an especially cute flight attendant completely blew me off when I approached her while waiting for my bags. Cie La Vie. Yeah, I only write about my successes on this blog, but you can be sure that behind each conquest is a significant number of brutal rejections. Unless you’re a movie or rock star, this goes with the territory. In reality, chasing pussy is purely a numbers game. The more shots you take translates to the more times you score. Wayne Gretzky’s quote that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take is uniquely applicable when it comes to getting laid.
So I’m meeting up with an old friend from college and a few of his buddies to begin my gluttonous foray into deep dish pizza and juicy Italian beef — along, of course, with a few juicy dishes of a different variety. In reality, Chicago is a great city for hooking up, and the chicks are much more down to earth than most of what I encounter on the West Coast. I got the “Fantastic Suite” here at the W downtown — hopefully it will serve as a den of ill repute during my stay here over the next few days. Well I’m heading out now — I’ll give everyone an update as the action unfolds.
Wow. If you’ve never been to a Cornhusker football game, then it is hard to explain what it is like. If you have, then you know what I’m talking about. The game was definitely exciting, but this isn’t a football blog so I’ll skip to the good part. Actually, I was afraid for a while that there would be no good part, and that my undefeated record would come to an end in Nebraska. However, after initially striking out a few times I came upon Jaclyn. This was at a party on campus later on that evening which my friend brought me to. It was attended mainly by grad students, and Jaclyn was a 24 year old getting her masters in education. Cute brunette, around 5’7, really nice (natural) tits. She was from Omaha, and pretty much has lived her full 24 years within the confines of the State of Nebraska.
I impressed her with tales of my recent travels (without details about my trip’s true purpose of course), and the story of my entrepreneurial success. We actually ended up back at her apartment — it was fortuitous that her roommate was out for the evening. My room at the Marriott was ok, but not the love den that I enjoyed at the Phoenician, so I was glad to head back to her apartment. She started off a bit shy, but gradually let down her guard and ended up being quite a nice fuck. However, speaking of the Phoenician, I must admit I called Rebecca and we had a good chat. She’s back in Atlanta working hard — I told her I was working hard on the road, too (ha ha). Don’t worry, I’m not giving in to monogamy, but I wasn’t able to recapture my experience with her with Jaclyn. Rebecca has set a high bar. Off to Chicago next, we’ll see if Chicago girls can erase her from my mind.
