Hey everyone,

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’ll touch base from NYC,

Justin

Hey Casualsexers,

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.

Justin

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.

Justin

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

Hi everybody,

It’s Justin checking back in. I had to take a break from my “pussy tour” to take care of some business back at home, but I’m not ready to hit the road again. As I’d described previously here at Casual Encounters, I had quite a time in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. The best part about the Vegas stop was that I won just over five grand in addition to bagging a high-priced hooker, a local UNLV party girl, a perky MILF-y type from Ohio who was attending her friend’s bachelorette party (before I snagged her out of the Wynn Encore lobby) and my Vegas finale was with a British sales type executive chick attending some convention there. She was quite classy which made defiling her even more gratifying. Somehow, I find undressing a women in a pristine business suit to be more alluring than peeling off skimpy and slutty clothes off a chick dressed like a stripper. But, that’s just me.

So I want to comment on something that happened since I last posted about my adventures on here. I think it is complete and absolute bullshit that Craigslist was extorted — yes, extorted — out of continuing their Adult Services section. Media finds a few incidences of abuse, makes huge stink and the politicians glom on to curry favor with their prude constituents. Are you going to close down phone service because some people abuse the phone? Some people are just so uncomfortable about sex that anything about it should be restricted or banned. Personally, I would have loved it if Craigslist had the balls to fight, but I guess they had no choice and did what they had to do in order to protect their brand. It still is censorship and it sucks.

Justin

Hey, Justin here again. Arrived yesterday at my first Justin World Pussy Tour stop of Los Angeles, and trust me — this city is much better once you have money. Staying at the Mondrian and hanging with my buddies Larry and Phil who are more than happy to pick up my leftovers — just kidding guys. Last night we were at Sky Bar, and I don’t think I have ever seen a larger selection of hot chicks in one place. I am falling easily into my new role as young wealthy entreprenuer (even though i’m still fucking clueless as to how I actually made my own money), and girls eat it up. We started out chatting up a nice group of MAW’s (Model/Actress/Whatever), and I became fixated on a hot brunette we’ll call Amy (I won’t be using real names of girls on here — that would be uncouth). Amy was among the legions of aspiring Snooki’s, but she had a bit higher of an IQ. After regaling her with stories of my investing prowess (ha ha), she was more than eager to accompany me down to my suite.

Amy had the honor (or dishonor as the case may be) to be my first conquest within the Pussy Tour — and she performed consummate to this coveted designation as the first fuck on my adventure. She was 22, brunette and built for speed. I’m not positive, but I actually think her tits were real — which is quite a novelty around these parts. In reality, I was quite affectionate with her and felt bad when it came time to blow her off — but it had to be done. I made up some shit about one of my friends back at Sky Bar being about to be deployed to Afghanistan, and I dutifully entered her number into my phone (quickly deleted thereafter). It was only midnight — plenty of time left during night #1 for a second target. I didn’t want to go back up to Sky Bar for fear of running back into Amy, so I texted Phil (Larry had already departed with some skank back to his place in Huntington Beach) and we went off in search of new pastures.

After pulling out of the Mondrian in my rented Ferrari 360 (shout out to the guys at RentInStyle.com), we pulled up at the first red light next to two babes who were immediately attracted to our perceived wealth (in reality Phil doesn’t have a proverbial pot to piss in). Having already had a brunette that evening, I selected the blonde of the two (who was Phil to argue), and I graciously got Phil his own room so he didn’t have to take his chick back to his crappy apartment. We’ll call conquest #2 Cindy — and she is now curled up naked under the 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets in my bed as I sit and have my morning coffee writing this post. I figure I’ll be a nice guy and let her blow me one more time before she gets blown off.

Stay tuned for further adventures — next stop is, of course, Vegas!

Justin