It was the Christmas long weekend and Melissa and I decided to have a night on the town (as we usually do). We met up with a couple of friends - Brad and Lily. We went to a new bar and spent time dancing and having a few drinks. There was a guy that both Lily and Melissa knew, that Melissa was very interested in that was in town with a few of his friends that were out for some fun as well. They were Italian guys and I have Italian heritage also, but I tend to stay away from these guys as usually they remind me of my brothers and they usually are really over-confident to the point of being unattractive.
Melissa knew that Renato, the guy she was interested in was cocky, but she saw something in him that I really couldn't see. As we girls were heading into town, Lily started telling us about an experience that she had with Renato's friend Mario. She said that she had heard that he had a really huge penis, but it was ridiculous. At the bar I met two French guys that invited me back to their hotel room. I was curious and though "why not?" so I went back to their hotel room. They were boring!! They decided to head back into another night club and I quickly texted Melissa to find out where she was and to meet up with her again. She was a a trashy bar with renato and a couple of his friends including Mario. We went back into town and I took the French guys into one level of the club and then moved upstairs to meet Melissa. I spent a while dancing with a couple of different guys and then noticed the two French guys had found me and were just watching me. I felt very uncomfortable to say the least! Mario kept searching me out and I kept moving away, another guy and an english guy were also dancing with me...
"Ann, you have to pick one of us..." Mario said whilst standing beside the other two guys. The two boring French guys were standing there in the background with rather angry-looking faces. I decided that then was a good time to exit and have a cigarette and get some air....
Melissa followed me out and Renato followed her. She took me aside. "Renato wants me to go back to his hotel and have a swim. You have to come with me!" I decided to go with her. After all, she had become a really good friend of mine and I decided to back her up. Little did I know, it was Mario's hotel room too. We went back to their hotel room which was walking distance from the club. Mario took me by the arm and we let Renato and Melissa make out as they made their way back to the hotel. I put on Mario's football guernsey
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The continuing saga of Jim
I took Jim back to his apartment and sat with his friends while he made me breakfast. I felt extremely seedy. We had breakfast and I drove him and his friend Ryan to a pool hall to play pool. I am terrible at it so I had a diet coke and watched them and lazed around on a couch at the bar. I still felt awful, and because I had the housewarming party to go to and I still needed to buy a birthday cake for the party I decided to leave them to it, buy a cake and have a sleep to feel a little more human.
I arrived at the party at around 7:30pm (about an hour later than most of the other people). There was a bowl of lemon slices, a container of salt and a bottle of tequila, along with a spread of different canapes and drinks. "Hi Ann, it's your turn for a tequila shot... We all had one when we came so now it's your turn." Said one of the guests, whom I did not know very well. I asked Emma if it was true "Yes," she replied. "We've all had some." After a huge evening with excessive vodka consumption the night before, I knew I would be drunk in a very short time. Another friend Elaine arrived and joined me in tequila with lemon and salt. I texted Jim to see if he was going to come to the party. He kept insisting on phoning me back. He was very drunk, had a bit of a stutter and a strong Irish accent. I was also drunk and as a result everything he said just sounded like he was speaking gibberish. He was getting extremely frustrated and was yelling at me over the phone. I just laughed at him and hung up. Eventually he arrived at the party and i want down the stairs to meet him. I apologised and hugged him. He apologised and told me that he thought I looked gorgeous. I had opted to wear a skirt and low cut blouse and leave my specs on rather than wear my contact lenses. Really not what I usually go for. We both proceeded to get hideously drunk. Elaine and I finshed the tequila, then moved onto vodka and then once we started to drink wine, we both felt very sick. We each moved to a couch and began to fall asleep. As I was drifting off I heard a few words of comment from Jim. He said something about tits and pussy to one of my friends and I heard a pause of silence from my friends. I sat bolt upright "Jim, those are my friends, stop being rude!" I fell straight back down and went to sleep. I still can't remember exactly what was said. I felt him nudge me awake later and tell me that he was going home. I apologised for being so drunk and he kissed my forehead and left.
He texted me the next day and told me that he thought I looked so sexy that night. I couldn't wait to see him again. My friends also took me aside and told me that they thought he was really rude. Alannah was extremely offended by him and advised me that I could do better...
The following week it was Emma's birthday and we decided to surprise her with a dinner at a new restaurant in town. We dressed in our nicest cocktail dresses and had a fantastic dinner, cocktails and champagne.
We decided to continue our evening in the usual fashion by going to a few clubs. I sent Jim a text message to see if he wanted to join us. He said he might and he would text me later if he felt like coming out. At 10:30pm he texted me to say that he felt sick and didn't feel like coming out. I saw his friend Dave from the previous week and we talked for about 15 minutes whilst we were waiting at the bar. I sat in the smoking area with my vodka and cranberry and a gorgeous, gorgeous guy started talking to me. His name was Nick, and he played football. He was 23 and had piercing blue eyes. I was not really that interested in hooking up, I just wanted to have fun with my friends. But eventually Nick kissed me and asked if I wanted to go somewhere more private. I thought "Why not?" He asked how old I was and I told him 32. He was slightly horrified, but not really deterred. We went to the hotel room where he was staying, which ended up being a shared room in a hostel. I was a bit freaked out because there was someone else sleeping in the room. We lay in his bed and he began to touch me and lift my dress. "Wait, wait!" I gasped, but it was too late. He had just found my nanna undies which I had on to stop bulges through my black silk cocktail dress. "What the fuck!!" he said, roughly. "Just turn the other way. Just be a few seconds" I said brightly. I quickly whipped off the offending article and grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. "All gone," I whispered.
He was very dexterous with his fingers and I came twice before we decided that we felt too uncomfortable with someone else in the room and decided to go back to my house. We walked to my car and drove back to my house. The whole time while I drove his hand never moved from between my legs. I came again till I gasped for him to stop because I knew we would have an accident if he kept going. We had sex three times when we got back to my room and we fell asleep. The next day, I had to go interstate for work for a week again. Nick and I awoke and he went to the bathroom. My phone was flashing that I had a text message. I checked it and it was Jim. He texted me at 8am to ask if I had a good night out... I wasn't sure what to make of it. Such an early message? Had Dave seen me leave with Nick and told Jim? I texted back "Yeah, it was a pretty good night," and sent it as Nick came back into my bed and began to touch me again...
I dropped Nick back at his hostel and went home and contiued packing to leave later that night.
I still don't know if Dave told Jim about Nick.....
I arrived at the party at around 7:30pm (about an hour later than most of the other people). There was a bowl of lemon slices, a container of salt and a bottle of tequila, along with a spread of different canapes and drinks. "Hi Ann, it's your turn for a tequila shot... We all had one when we came so now it's your turn." Said one of the guests, whom I did not know very well. I asked Emma if it was true "Yes," she replied. "We've all had some." After a huge evening with excessive vodka consumption the night before, I knew I would be drunk in a very short time. Another friend Elaine arrived and joined me in tequila with lemon and salt. I texted Jim to see if he was going to come to the party. He kept insisting on phoning me back. He was very drunk, had a bit of a stutter and a strong Irish accent. I was also drunk and as a result everything he said just sounded like he was speaking gibberish. He was getting extremely frustrated and was yelling at me over the phone. I just laughed at him and hung up. Eventually he arrived at the party and i want down the stairs to meet him. I apologised and hugged him. He apologised and told me that he thought I looked gorgeous. I had opted to wear a skirt and low cut blouse and leave my specs on rather than wear my contact lenses. Really not what I usually go for. We both proceeded to get hideously drunk. Elaine and I finshed the tequila, then moved onto vodka and then once we started to drink wine, we both felt very sick. We each moved to a couch and began to fall asleep. As I was drifting off I heard a few words of comment from Jim. He said something about tits and pussy to one of my friends and I heard a pause of silence from my friends. I sat bolt upright "Jim, those are my friends, stop being rude!" I fell straight back down and went to sleep. I still can't remember exactly what was said. I felt him nudge me awake later and tell me that he was going home. I apologised for being so drunk and he kissed my forehead and left.
He texted me the next day and told me that he thought I looked so sexy that night. I couldn't wait to see him again. My friends also took me aside and told me that they thought he was really rude. Alannah was extremely offended by him and advised me that I could do better...
The following week it was Emma's birthday and we decided to surprise her with a dinner at a new restaurant in town. We dressed in our nicest cocktail dresses and had a fantastic dinner, cocktails and champagne.
We decided to continue our evening in the usual fashion by going to a few clubs. I sent Jim a text message to see if he wanted to join us. He said he might and he would text me later if he felt like coming out. At 10:30pm he texted me to say that he felt sick and didn't feel like coming out. I saw his friend Dave from the previous week and we talked for about 15 minutes whilst we were waiting at the bar. I sat in the smoking area with my vodka and cranberry and a gorgeous, gorgeous guy started talking to me. His name was Nick, and he played football. He was 23 and had piercing blue eyes. I was not really that interested in hooking up, I just wanted to have fun with my friends. But eventually Nick kissed me and asked if I wanted to go somewhere more private. I thought "Why not?" He asked how old I was and I told him 32. He was slightly horrified, but not really deterred. We went to the hotel room where he was staying, which ended up being a shared room in a hostel. I was a bit freaked out because there was someone else sleeping in the room. We lay in his bed and he began to touch me and lift my dress. "Wait, wait!" I gasped, but it was too late. He had just found my nanna undies which I had on to stop bulges through my black silk cocktail dress. "What the fuck!!" he said, roughly. "Just turn the other way. Just be a few seconds" I said brightly. I quickly whipped off the offending article and grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. "All gone," I whispered.
He was very dexterous with his fingers and I came twice before we decided that we felt too uncomfortable with someone else in the room and decided to go back to my house. We walked to my car and drove back to my house. The whole time while I drove his hand never moved from between my legs. I came again till I gasped for him to stop because I knew we would have an accident if he kept going. We had sex three times when we got back to my room and we fell asleep. The next day, I had to go interstate for work for a week again. Nick and I awoke and he went to the bathroom. My phone was flashing that I had a text message. I checked it and it was Jim. He texted me at 8am to ask if I had a good night out... I wasn't sure what to make of it. Such an early message? Had Dave seen me leave with Nick and told Jim? I texted back "Yeah, it was a pretty good night," and sent it as Nick came back into my bed and began to touch me again...
I dropped Nick back at his hostel and went home and contiued packing to leave later that night.
I still don't know if Dave told Jim about Nick.....
The continuing saga of JIm
Wow, it's been a while. I haven't had an internet connection or time to post for a long time.
Continuing on with Jim, I kept in constant contact with him via text message. I have found his accent too difficult to understand over the phone and find it easier with sms. He told me about a girl that he had staying with him called Lana. The morning after the first night we spent together, I found a pair of women's shoes in his room and, believe it or not, a tag from a women's bra, size 14c. I picked up the bra tag and asked "Um, what's this?" he snatched it from my hand. "It's from my bra," he said. I raised an eyebrow and decided not to press the point. At that stage I assumed it to be a one night stand and decided to leave it at that.
We went out again the following week with a few friends of his (all from Ireland) and had a fantastic time. His friends were Diane, Dave and Ashleigh. We went to several bars Jim was quite drunk. He had moved out of the share-house where he was living and to save money, was sleeping on the couch at a friend's apartment. This meant we had to go back to my house. He had just been employed as a housekeeper at a large 5-star resort at a nearby beach (not the most prestigious of jobs, but he was great company so I was willing to overlook it). He was rostered to work the next day and decided to phone his employer to tell them that he woulkdn't be able to make it. Ashleigh had spoken to me earlier in the evening as a friend of Jim's. "Don't say that I told you, but Jim went through about 25 jobs when he lived in Sydney. He was fired from just about all of them for partying too much." Calling his employer to say that he was sick, when really he was partying to much just meant that he was heading down the same path. He raided my fridge when we arrived at my house then we slept together. He was far rougher this time. He grabbed me roughly and bit at me. He went down on me and it was unbelievable....
I had a housewarming/birthday to go to the following day and I decided to invite Jim along to meet more of my friends, because I decided that he might eventually mean more to me...
Now, my friends all hate him and you will learn why....
Continuing on with Jim, I kept in constant contact with him via text message. I have found his accent too difficult to understand over the phone and find it easier with sms. He told me about a girl that he had staying with him called Lana. The morning after the first night we spent together, I found a pair of women's shoes in his room and, believe it or not, a tag from a women's bra, size 14c. I picked up the bra tag and asked "Um, what's this?" he snatched it from my hand. "It's from my bra," he said. I raised an eyebrow and decided not to press the point. At that stage I assumed it to be a one night stand and decided to leave it at that.
We went out again the following week with a few friends of his (all from Ireland) and had a fantastic time. His friends were Diane, Dave and Ashleigh. We went to several bars Jim was quite drunk. He had moved out of the share-house where he was living and to save money, was sleeping on the couch at a friend's apartment. This meant we had to go back to my house. He had just been employed as a housekeeper at a large 5-star resort at a nearby beach (not the most prestigious of jobs, but he was great company so I was willing to overlook it). He was rostered to work the next day and decided to phone his employer to tell them that he woulkdn't be able to make it. Ashleigh had spoken to me earlier in the evening as a friend of Jim's. "Don't say that I told you, but Jim went through about 25 jobs when he lived in Sydney. He was fired from just about all of them for partying too much." Calling his employer to say that he was sick, when really he was partying to much just meant that he was heading down the same path. He raided my fridge when we arrived at my house then we slept together. He was far rougher this time. He grabbed me roughly and bit at me. He went down on me and it was unbelievable....
I had a housewarming/birthday to go to the following day and I decided to invite Jim along to meet more of my friends, because I decided that he might eventually mean more to me...
Now, my friends all hate him and you will learn why....
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Jim
My regular group of friends decided on having a night out one Saturday, and although I had to work at 10:30 the next morning, I decided to go with them - I would rarely say no to a night on the town. We went to one of the usual clubs that we go to, which again, being in a tourist town, was full of tourists. We walked in and as soon as I went to move toward the bar, a man grabbed me and pulled me toward the dancefloor. He was singing and having a great time and I couldn't help laughing and I danced with him. He stopped a moment and looked at me. His expression looked shocked and then became very serious, and he held my face between his hands. I looked back with a surprised expression. "My God, you are so beautiful!" He whispered. He leaned in and kissed me and I was gone. He had a very strong Irish accent and kissed very gently, like he was worried about damaging me. We continued to dance and he kept touching my face and hair, and occasionally he'd stop to look intently into my eyes and kiss me. After about an hour his friends were leaving to go to another club and he wanted to go with them, but my friends wanted to stay at this club. He agreed to stay with me, but he didn't look very pleased about letting them leave without him, so I had a decision to make - stay with my friends, (some of them still hadn't arrived at the bar) or take a chance on the green eyed, black haired Irishman and go follow him. I decided on the latter. We went outside and followed his friends and had a chance to talk a little and I found out that his name was Jim. His friends looked at the two of us and remarked "Is this the girl you were telling us about? You're right, she IS gorgeous." I blushed and looked away with a smile. Jim's friend Emily (who was extremely drunk) looked at me and said to Jim "You have to keep her Jim, invite her to our place anytime." She turned to me with her broad Irish accent. "Please come to our place for a cup of tea any time," she told me. We were in the other club for a while and I met the rest of Jim's friends who all seemed very nice and fun-loving. We were having a great time. Then Jim invited me back to his apartment to swim in his pool. He was within walking distance to the club and as we walked we talked more and exchanged phone numbers and soon we were at his place. One of his neighbours were awake and was a friend of his. She decided to put on a bikini, and I stripped to my bra and knickers and we all got in the pool. The water was freezing! It was 3am and we were probably too loud for the neighbours, and Jim's friend seemed to feel a little out of place after Jim was pausing to kiss me every now and again and she decided to go to bed. Jim and I went back to his bedroom after stripping down to nothing in the pool, and had sex. I tried to get up early in the morning, but he pulled me back into the bed and started again. Everytime I moved, through the morning, he would stir and start touching me again. I went to work that day tired, but extremely satisfied. He texted me to make sure I got to work alright and we agreed to meet again that afternoon after I finished. I went to his place at about 5:30pm, and we had sex again and fell asleep in eachother's arms. It wasn't awkward, it was just so comfortable. We went out again that night and had dinner and drinks and talked, just the two of us. He said he wanted to stay in the country, he didn't want to go back to Ireland and I offered to help hide him "you can just marry me," he replied with an intense look into my eyes. Never had I felt so comfortable so quickly with a person. He made me laugh and I really enjoyed his company.....
It wasn't long before I royally fucked it up..... I have tears right now just thinking about it.....
I have to work today, so till next time,
Ann xx
It wasn't long before I royally fucked it up..... I have tears right now just thinking about it.....
I have to work today, so till next time,
Ann xx
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Andrew
Whilst at work one day, I found myself getting along with the 18 year old trainee, Chrissie, really well. She had a boyfriend and lived with him in a rather expensive waterfront apartment, but was very keen to come out to a club with me. We decided to visit a few clubs on a thursday night as it was "ladies night" which at one club involved a "wet briefs" competition where men were hosed down in white briefs. It was usually pretty good, but the reason why we also went out was the cheap and sometimes free drinks.
Generally Chrissie and I like to tease when we go out and dance very close together and touch eachother, then generally we will pull a guy in to dance with us. No "look" necessary! This was our first night out together and this habit fell into place from the beginning. We visited a club that was I guess a little trashy, but full of people having fun and danced on the tables like everyone else was doing. We had some attention from different guys, but I could feel someone dancing close behind me and decided to turn and look at him. He gave me a big smile and we started to dance together. He was gorgeous, tall and fit looking and as he spoke, I noticed an American accent. He told me he was from California and his name was Andrew. He was visiting with some friends. We began to kiss, and I got a little carried away and forgot about Chrissie. We had been dancing and kissing for quite a while and he kept attempting to put his hands down my pants and I kept moving his hands away. I turned away quickly. "Oh my gosh, I forgot about my friend!" I said. "Oh, okay, well you better go look for her," he said, assuming rejection. It was at that moment I turned and noticed her on the dancefloor. "No it's okay," I answered quickly and moved toward him again for a kiss. He asked if I wanted to leave with him and I agreed.
He couldn't find his hotel room key, so we had to wait for his friend outside the club. He was approached by some other friends of his who introduced themselves to me.
"Hey, Ann, you've picked a good one here. Look at him, he looks like Matt Damon!" One of his friends said.
"Matt Damon" one of his other friends burst in (in the same tone as the Matt Damon character in Team America). I noticed the resemblance and began to laugh "You DO look like Matt Damon!" I giggled.
We went back to his hotel room and he came rather quickly and spent a long time trying to get it up again. He was very sweet though, and apologised. "It's been 11 months since I last had sex," he explained and because he worked away in remote areas, there wasn't many available women for him.
I went to leave the next morning and he took me to the hotel reception to call a cab. The receptionist asked many unnecessary questions - "Where is the cab going?" "Wow, that's kinda far, that will be an expensive fare" "Just for yourself, love?" It was all rather embarassing.
Andrew gave me a kiss goodbye and $30 for the cab fare, which I wasn't going to take, but did, because I realised I had no idea how much money was in my account and the cab would cost about that.
It was a couple of weeks after that when I met Jim, a crazy Irishman. It still upsets me a little to think of him, and I still sometimes want to hear from him, but I refuse to make the call.... Why do men make all of us women crazy??
Till next time,
Ann xx
Generally Chrissie and I like to tease when we go out and dance very close together and touch eachother, then generally we will pull a guy in to dance with us. No "look" necessary! This was our first night out together and this habit fell into place from the beginning. We visited a club that was I guess a little trashy, but full of people having fun and danced on the tables like everyone else was doing. We had some attention from different guys, but I could feel someone dancing close behind me and decided to turn and look at him. He gave me a big smile and we started to dance together. He was gorgeous, tall and fit looking and as he spoke, I noticed an American accent. He told me he was from California and his name was Andrew. He was visiting with some friends. We began to kiss, and I got a little carried away and forgot about Chrissie. We had been dancing and kissing for quite a while and he kept attempting to put his hands down my pants and I kept moving his hands away. I turned away quickly. "Oh my gosh, I forgot about my friend!" I said. "Oh, okay, well you better go look for her," he said, assuming rejection. It was at that moment I turned and noticed her on the dancefloor. "No it's okay," I answered quickly and moved toward him again for a kiss. He asked if I wanted to leave with him and I agreed.
He couldn't find his hotel room key, so we had to wait for his friend outside the club. He was approached by some other friends of his who introduced themselves to me.
"Hey, Ann, you've picked a good one here. Look at him, he looks like Matt Damon!" One of his friends said.
"Matt Damon" one of his other friends burst in (in the same tone as the Matt Damon character in Team America). I noticed the resemblance and began to laugh "You DO look like Matt Damon!" I giggled.
We went back to his hotel room and he came rather quickly and spent a long time trying to get it up again. He was very sweet though, and apologised. "It's been 11 months since I last had sex," he explained and because he worked away in remote areas, there wasn't many available women for him.
I went to leave the next morning and he took me to the hotel reception to call a cab. The receptionist asked many unnecessary questions - "Where is the cab going?" "Wow, that's kinda far, that will be an expensive fare" "Just for yourself, love?" It was all rather embarassing.
Andrew gave me a kiss goodbye and $30 for the cab fare, which I wasn't going to take, but did, because I realised I had no idea how much money was in my account and the cab would cost about that.
It was a couple of weeks after that when I met Jim, a crazy Irishman. It still upsets me a little to think of him, and I still sometimes want to hear from him, but I refuse to make the call.... Why do men make all of us women crazy??
Till next time,
Ann xx
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Charming French Man - continued...
I returned home and made an appointment to see my Doctor. My Doctor is used to my lifestyle. I first went to see him because I had a huge sexual appetite, nothing like any other woman I knew and I went to him because he rarely prescribed drugs and practiced hypnotherapy. I told him my problem and asked if I was normal. "Ann, I think that that's not a problem at all," he said with a chuckle. "In fact, I wish there were more women like you." He explained that sometimes women coming into their 30's do have excessive hormones and it was nothing to worry about. Getting back to my current visit, He went over my test results and told me that I had Chlamydia. I felt angry and upset. Adam had given it to me because I had only had a routine test a month before and I was clear, and the only person who I had slept with was Adam. The Doctor saw my face. "It's not too bad, you just take a single dose anti-biotic and it's gone by tomorrow," He reassured me. "So, is this one a keeper?" he asked. "Are any of them really keepers?" I replied... "No it's okay, I have his number, he's left town and I will call him and let him know." I asked Jenni to ask her brother who is a pharmacist if chlamydia could be transmitted via oral sex. He said that it could. I was so upset that I may have passed an STI to Jean Paul, so I phoned him. His phone was switched off and went straight to messages and I left a quick voicemail asking him to call me. In the meantime I was talking to Melissa about the situation. Her brow creased when I told her I may have passed chlamydia to Jean Paul. "Uh, Ann, You can't pass chlamydia through oral sex," I looked at her, confused. "Till a few months ago I was a nurse, remember? You should have asked me." I felt a rush of relief. She went home and double checked her textbooks from nursing and texted me confirmation of the good news.... In the meantime, Jean Paul called and left me a voice message... I must have listened to it 5 times. I couldn't understand a word of his french accent. "I think he's rejecting me," I told Emma after listening to what sounded like gibberish again. "Wait, let me listen," She replied, taking my phone from me. "Hmmm, no, he said he thinks you're beautiful, and he will call you on Monday because he's been working all weekend." I listened to the message again. "Oh my God, I don't know how you understood that, but that's great." He left a text message on Monday and I picked him up from his place to get some dinner. We decided on Japanese food and he wanted take away because he was tired and wanted to go back to my house (??? tired??). Anyway, We went to my room and I nearly attacked him with relief after the whole STI episode (it was gone now - I took the anitbiotics a few days before). "So, do you want to eat the sushi first, or me?" He whispered. "No, you.. Just you" I said, pushing him onto my bed. I dropped him back to his house much later, with a broad smile across his face. He promised to call on his next day off and he kissed me goodbye with his beautifully shaped lips.
A week had passed and I had not received a call... I was walking through the mall where the business I work for is based and I thought I could see him as I approached the doors of a pharmacy. I crinkled my brow as I looked. It WAS him, on a day off too... and NO phonecall! We looked at eachother and looked away. He looked away first!!
I was so mad! I discussed it with Emma later. "Men are jerks! I swallowed.... I let him put it up my butt!! Cum tastes terrible, he should be honoured that I swallowed! Any man should be honoured if a woman swallows!"
Emma's face flushed and she giggled.
I am over it now, but to not even rate a smile or a hello is really disappointing... Oh well, I moved on fairly quickly with Andrew...
I will tell you about him next time.
Ann xx
A week had passed and I had not received a call... I was walking through the mall where the business I work for is based and I thought I could see him as I approached the doors of a pharmacy. I crinkled my brow as I looked. It WAS him, on a day off too... and NO phonecall! We looked at eachother and looked away. He looked away first!!
I was so mad! I discussed it with Emma later. "Men are jerks! I swallowed.... I let him put it up my butt!! Cum tastes terrible, he should be honoured that I swallowed! Any man should be honoured if a woman swallows!"
Emma's face flushed and she giggled.
I am over it now, but to not even rate a smile or a hello is really disappointing... Oh well, I moved on fairly quickly with Andrew...
I will tell you about him next time.
Ann xx
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Charming French Man
I work for a chain of businesses involved in customer service. I was relieving at a different suburban branch to where I normally work and made friends with my new colleague, Melissa. She had moved here from interstate after a particularly difficult break-up and was feeling a little bored and lonely. "I hate going out with my friends, they're all couples and I feel like a third wheel," she told me. "Well you should come out with my friends and I as we're all single." She agreed to come out that weekend, I was looking for a distraction as I was missing Adam, even though we had seen each other only about four times, and as my friends don't seem to have the staying power to keep partying till dawn, I had the feeling that Melissa could be my new party friend. We had several drinks at numerous different clubs and then made our way to our final destination, which was a club that was filled with tourists, looking for a good time. It had a bit of a reputation, but everyone always had a good time. Melissa and I were making our way to the dancefloor, when a man with very dark eyes caught my gaze. Before I go any further, let me tell you about "The Look". The first time I went out looking for a man after the break-up, Jenni taught me about "The Look". If there is someone that you like in a club, keep looking at them. Wait, and eventually they will make eye-contact with you that is when you smile, then look away briefly and look back, whilst still smiling (coyly). If they are still looking they will be smiling back and that is your opening, or generally, if it's a guy, they will come to you. And that's it in a nutshell - trust me, it NEVER fails, it works for both guys and girls and eliminates the random approach and corny line. You can all thank me later. Anyway, I did "The Look" with this dark-eyed man. He had rather nice-shaped lips as well, I noticed as I looked away and looked back with a smile. I was dancing and felt someone edge their way around me, and then the dark-eyed man was dancing with me. Before I knew it he was kissing me, not just kissing, but biting and drawing my lips into his mouth. I knew that if he kept this up, I was going to have to go away for workplace training the following week with huge, swollen lips - not a good look. Other than that, I was enjoying the kissing. We went to the bar and he bought me a drink. He could hardly speak as he was recovering from a mild cold, but I noticed his broad french accent. He told me his name was Jean Paul, but I could not understand much else that he said. He invited me back to his place, which was walking distance from the club and I decided to go, because I was intrigued by his unique kissing style. He was insatiable, it was definately one of the most unusual and mind-blowing sexual experiences of my life so far....
I awoke the next morning at about 11am. I thought, "hmmm, there is something important about today." I jumped. I had to be on a plane in four hours for work and I haven't even started packing, and doing it with a hangover sounded extremely unappealing! I caught a cab and went home and threw unremarkable bits of clothes into a suitcase. I had no idea what I packed, but I guess I would find out when I unpacked at my destination. Jean Paul and I exchanged numbers and agreed to meet when I came back.
In the meantime, The day before I met Jean Paul, I decided to have an STI check as Adam, as well endowed as he was, split condoms and once it actually came off inside me. Whilst I was away for work I received a call to make an appointment to see my doctor at my earliest convenience.... this did not sound good, and what about Jean Paul? We used protection, but I was dreading any awkward conversations that I may have to have....
Till next time...
Ann xx
I awoke the next morning at about 11am. I thought, "hmmm, there is something important about today." I jumped. I had to be on a plane in four hours for work and I haven't even started packing, and doing it with a hangover sounded extremely unappealing! I caught a cab and went home and threw unremarkable bits of clothes into a suitcase. I had no idea what I packed, but I guess I would find out when I unpacked at my destination. Jean Paul and I exchanged numbers and agreed to meet when I came back.
In the meantime, The day before I met Jean Paul, I decided to have an STI check as Adam, as well endowed as he was, split condoms and once it actually came off inside me. Whilst I was away for work I received a call to make an appointment to see my doctor at my earliest convenience.... this did not sound good, and what about Jean Paul? We used protection, but I was dreading any awkward conversations that I may have to have....
Till next time...
Ann xx
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