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.
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.
The polyamory lifestyle is nowhere near as sexy as I thought it would be. As the Boston Globe details in their long article, there’s plenty of normal well-respected, not spectacularly good-looking people who practice it. There’s more than just a few too–there are hundreds in just that town, so over the entire country there must be, like, thousands!
Casual Encounters wishes the previously-underground lifestylers out into the open and hopes for further erosion of the tyrannical ‘monogamy is right’ meme.
