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

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

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

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

That was a Friday with Adam, the following Saturday afternoon, I decided to see Adam again. This time I was prepared. I bought two boxes of condoms, One "king size." I went to a different pharmacy to where I usually go, in dark glasses, cash in hand ready. Buying two boxes, in two different sizes really just screams "slut". The cashier asked "is that all for today?" I mumbled "yes, I think that's enough". I mean really, why ask a question like that???I sent him a message asking for a repeat performance, and I picked him up from where he was staying. My Housemates were both at home, but I really wanted to see Adam again. I brought him to my house and to my room. It was awe-inspiring. He told me about the tattoo on his chest and the sentiment behind it, mostly to probably make me think he was a nice guy. He got up from my bed, used my hairbrush to tame his curly mess of dark brown hair and applied my roll-on deodorant to his armpits and then examined the box of king sized condoms the I had opened earlier and pocketed one, commenting that they were a good fit. Alright, using my deoodorant was a bit gross, but taking condoms without asking is just plain rude, especially when I went to all the effort of being incognito when I purchased them! I dropped Adam back at his apartment and then drove home. The expression on Emma's face was priceless (she shares a house with me and my other housemate). She gave me a quick sidelong glace and looked away, biting her lips. "what?.... Could you hear us?" She nodded slowly, her eyes wide. "The vocals I could handle, the body slapping sounds, I couldn't". I was mortified, but not phased. I was just starting again as a single woman after a nine year relationship. This just meant I had to be a little more discreet (and quiet!).
I saw Adam twice more before he left town. He celebrated his 22nd birthday while he was here (to which my friends have accused me of being a cougar). He then moved interstate for a couple of months and then he moved back to the UK.
Oh well, what was a girl to do? I went out on the town again and met a charming frenchman, but I will tell you about him next time...

Hi, I'm Ann. I am single, 32 and love a night out on the town. Usually I end up meeting someone and it results in some pretty funny consequences and my friends have said that I should share them, so here goes nothing......

I live in a small town with a transient population, so when you go out, you rarely meet the same person twice (thankfully!). My adventure starts about 5 months ago, newly single from a long-term relationship. My friends Emma, Jenni and I were at a bar on the waterfront, when we noticed the guy at the bar collecting glasses noticing me. After giving him my number and not meeting up and just seeing him at work, I finally got the nerve (with the help of my good friend tequila) to text him. "Hi it's Ann, I hope you remember me. Want to fuck" The last three words added by Jenni, who was a firm friend with tequila (the words "raging, pole-dancing lesbian" come to mind), and guess what? No reply!!! I walked around the clubs all night thinking "epic fail". Oh well, I had a good night anyway. The next day I received a message - "sorry, I was sleeping. But yeah, I would have fancied a fuck last night, In fact I fancy one right now." I screamed! I had lunch with my friends at a french restaurant and agreed to meet him in 2 hours.... But where? it was 2pm and my housemate's bedroom is right beside mine and he was dropped on his head as a baby (it's true!! it does happen - he's a bit slow) and he may not pick up on what's going on in my room, considering he is always in his bedroom on his computer and apparently has never had a girlfriend (well, one that isn't synthetic anyway). I had a dilemma... My amazing friend Alannah handed me her apartment keys. "No one is home. Call me when you're done and I will tell you where I am so you can drop off the keys. There are condoms in the bathroom cabinet." She is amazing.... I picked him up (his name was Adam, by the way) and took him to the apartment. He could hardly keep his hands off me as we walked up the stairwell, we went into the bedroom and he removed his clothes. He was beautiful! My jaw literally dropped. He was so well endowed that I could see his penis was curled into his briefs!! I could give you heaps of detail, but let's just say that I think i saw God! My legs were like jelly for the rest of the day...
It's late and I have to work tomorrow and then another night on the town! I will keep you posted....