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 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.
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.
Hey everyone — Justin here again reporting back in. Just got into Vegas after a few days in LA. Just like LA, Vegas is a whole lot different when you have a few bucks in your pocket. I was never a big gambler, but I figured I’d give a craps table here at the Palms a shot before I asked for a comp’d room. I was by a buddy of mine who knows about these things to gamble a bit before requesting a room and I’d have a better chance of scoring a rockin’ suite. So I walked up to the table with $2500 — and after just a few exceedingly lucky runs I was up $6500. I decided this was my queue to walk away when I was ahead and focus on my core mission — chasing pussy. First chore was to hopefully score a cool suite, and I headed off to find a casino host to hook me up. I had only taken a few steps when a cute brunette approached me asking me how I was doing.
Now I’m an OK looking guy, and this is Vegas and all — but this seemed just too easy. My suspicions were proven correct when she indicated that she’d make my afternoon really fun for the bargain price of just $1500. Now, I’m not above paying for it — sluts, whores… what’s the difference? Besides, you are actually paying for her to leave quickly afterwards as opposed to for the act itself. That being said, $1500 was quite a hefty sum for only a few hours — even though I viewed it as part of the Palm’s money I just took from them on the craps table. I employed my best negotiating skills, and soon we reached agreement at $900. I asked her to come with me while I got a comp’d suite from a casino host, and she looked at me a bit funny.
I soon realized why when it became apparent the (female) casino host knew full well exactly what my companion was. However, she only gave me one disapproving look while she efficiently hooked me up with a nice suite for the night. My paid conquest we’ll call Jessica (that is actually the name she gave me, but surely fake so i’ll feel free to use it on here) was 21 and from Phoenix. She insisted that she wasn’t a hooker per se — just a girl who comes to Vegas with some friends in search of some easy extra spending money. The official term I was told is “weekend warrior”. Whatever her title, I was eager to fuck her — and it was actually quite nice. Better than either of my first two chicks in LA. Afterwards, I talked her into letting me snap a pic as she finished showering — so long as I didn’t show her face. I told her my fans insisted. Gonna be here for 3 days — surely many more conquests to come during this leg of my trip.
My name is Justin, and I’ve agreed to take over posting here at Casual Encounters. Let me start by sharing a bit of my story. I’m 27 and grew up here in the San Francisco (East Bay) area. I did so-so in high school and ended up dropping out of college during my sophomore year (a bit too drinking and carousing). I got a job as a server at a national family dining restaurant chain (surely you’ve eaten at one, but I won’t disclose which) and worked hard resulting in a promotion to manager last year. This area is quite expensive, and my $50,000 a year earnings hardly allowed me to live in the lap of luxury. However, I was getting by and was able to set aside just over $12,000 in savings — which was quite a difficult task. I’m ordinarily not very good with money — all i know how to do is spend it — so I just let my money sit in a savings account earning almost nothing in the form of interest.
Around 6 months ago, one of my best buddies from college (the little time I was there) approached me about a company he wanted to start. He was always a major software geek, and candidly, I still don’t understand anything about what he does. However, I did trust him and had confidence in his ability — so I said what the fuck and invested $10,000 with him figuring I wasn’t earning anything on it sitting in my savings account. To make a long story short, my buddy landed a major client and suddenly all sorts of large investors were interested in his company. I was shocked when one of these investors offered me over two million dollars for my shares, and even though my buddy told me I was getting screwed at that price — I jumped on it. Yes, I’m still pinching myself.
This was several weeks ago, and my first thought was to invest it for retirement and continue working hard at my job. That thought quickly evaporated, and after only two days of work after coming into this money I said fuck it and quit. I’ve decided to take a year off and do what I do best — party and chase pussy. You’re only young once, right? So I’ve agreed to share my exploits on Casual Encounters in order to create a record of my travels for posterity. Women of the world — look out — Justin is coming.
Hey everyone — Justin here again reporting back in. Just got into Vegas after a few days in LA. Just like LA, Vegas is a whole lot different when you have a few bucks in your pocket. I was never a big gambler, but I figured I’d give a craps table here at the Palms a shot before I asked for a comp’d room. I was by a buddy of mine who knows about these things to gamble a bit before requesting a room and I’d have a better chance of scoring a rockin’ suite. So I walked up to the table with $2500 — and after just a few exceedingly lucky runs I was up $6500. I decided this was my queue to walk away when I was ahead and focus on my core mission — chasing pussy. First chore was to hopefully score a cool suite, and I headed off to find a casino host to hook me up. I had only taken a few steps when a cute brunette approached me asking me how I was doing.
