Brit is back

After some quiet time from Brit, I decided to erase his phone number. I felt like I was played and I was disappointed that I had allowed myself to get this vulnerable. Feeling somewhat better, I go to dinner with my gay bestie and we have a few drinks at a quiet bar in the West Village. We sit next to two hot guys and my gay plays wing man for me. I have a nice conversation with one of the guys and feel a little bit of a spark. The situation is little awkward so I don't try too hard. The two guys leave and we discover that the one I liked had left his hat. With a little bit of liquid courage and strong motivation to move on, I decide to put my number on a card in his hat. I have nothing to lose because 1) I'm not entirely sure it's even his hat (could belong to some fat old guy who came in earlier) and 2) why the hell not?

About a minute after I leave my number, I get a text "Hi beautiful, what are you up to tonight?" Yup, it's from Brit. I have the urge to ignore it but I miss him. So of course, I tell him where I am and he shows up about 30 minutes later. I'm so excited to see him it's a little bit sick. Brit looks so good and I realize that he is a great dresser, probably because his body would make any clothes look good. We chat for a while and he tells me that he missed me this past week. We then walk back to my place hand-in-hand and have sex almost immediately after we get back to my apartment.

The next day, Brit and I have morning sex several times until it's no longer morning. We then grab some food and catch a movie. Perfect Sunday. I'm going to admit that I am smitten, but also wonder who else he is seeing. Not that I could even judge, given my track record this past week.

Now, about the hat boy...

Mr. Oops

It's a big going out night in Manhattan and as I'm getting beautified, I get a Facebook message from a guy who I know from a mutual friend. A mutual friend I used to make out with. He's seeing if I'm in town and wants to hang out. I've only hung out with him a handful of times. I've never thought anything of him because he's always had a girlfriend, and he still does. But I will say that he is incredibly cute. 26, All-American, super tall, VERY toned body, and an endearing baby face. Still, he has a girlfriend and we've never even flirted in the past. So, I invite him out with no intentions of doing anything with him.

We meet on the Lower East Side and start drinking. I tell him my mission is to get shit faced (due to my frustrations with Brit). We then head over to another bar to meet up with my friends. A couple drinks later, we are dancing our asses off on the dance floor. We start dancing a little closer and his arm sporadically comes around my waist. I dance a little closer. Totally innocent, right?

My friends decide to leave and we decide to stay. Now it's just the two of us. We are both wasted. This is dangerous. We start grinding. It's getting hot. He sits down and I start grinding against his boner. He begins to rub my thighs. I turn my head, and he goes in for a kiss. Oops.

We make out for what seems like 5 hours. Everyone's staring but I don't care. A girl comes over with a digital camera. I ask her what she's doing. She asks, "Can I take a picture of you?" Me: "NO!" I go back to making out with Mr. Oops. I go to the bathroom to pee and later I find out a guy came over to Oops to tell him that he's the luckiest man at the bar. I concur. I come back from the restroom and we're now standing up and making out. Oops is a very good kisser, very good with his tongue. The kissing becomes more passionate and I reach down to feel his package. I like it. We grab our jackets and head out the door around 3:30am. I tell him he has to walk me home. Oops offers to give me a ride on his bike. Talk about a New York moment: two drunken horny kids on a bike at almost 4am, stopping every other block to make out. You can't make this shit up.

We get to outside my apartment and we make out some more while I rub his cock. I never knew I could be this aggressive! I tell him he's so hot. He tells me he can't do this, so I ease up on the rubbing. Oops pushes in for even more tongue action and asks, "Do you have something to drink at your apartment?" A little perplexed, I respond, "Sure, whatever you want."

Mr. Oops is not the smoothest guy if you can't tell. He's a little nervous but I understand there's a little more to it than just nervousness. Guilt, probably. He comes up to my apartment and I push him on to my bed (If my bed could talk, I wonder what it would say...). We continue our making out and Oops undresses me. I take pleasure in undressing him, exposing his athletic physique. Oops has a 6-pack that even I am envious of. His hand is so big that it covers my entire stomach. I reach down to touch his cock. It's not rock solid but it is definitely up. I grab a condom and we go at it. I can't recall what happened after that...

The next morning, I am surprised he doesn't have an "oh shit" moment. He seems chill, and I can feel the tip of his morning wood against my thigh. I vow not to do anything about it. Anything he does now in his sober state, he'll have to take responsibility for. Oops starts our conversation with "Well, this is weird." He then puts his arms around me and we start grinding while he fingers me. He puts on a condom and we fuck until he cums.

We maturely talk about how things will not be weird between us. We also say how neither one of us expected or planned for this to happen. I sense a small level of guilt in his voice and now I feel bad. He tells me it's not my fault and not to feel bad. Oops puts on his clothes and hugs me good bye.

Am I becoming a sex addict?

Nooner wants "lunch"

Nooner randomly IM's me today to see what I'm doing for lunch. I'm up for hanging out and while trying to decide where to go, he tells me, "actually, this is a bad idea." Keep in my mind that he's roommates with Magic Stick and he has a girlfriend that he's thinking about moving in with. He tells me that he knows about us and he thinks that Magic Stick likes me. Nooner also tells me that if he sees me, he'll want to rip my clothes off. I remain coy and say, "that's not my problem." He asks for my address again and wants to come over instead of getting lunch. I tell him that he can come over but he can't touch me. Honestly, I'm fucking his roommate who has a larger and harder dick than him, and is also single. I don't need Nooner drama.

We finally decide to meet for lunch at a place no anywhere near my apartment. Conversation is rather dry because all there is is sexual chemistry. I find Nooner very attractive but I can also control myself this time.

We have a quick hug good-bye and I'm off to being mad at Brit for not dying to see me.

Magic Stick, encore encore

OK, so I know I said I was done with Magic Stick, but with Brit not texting me on Thanksgiving (when we've texted every day since our first date), and Magic Stick aggressively wanting to hang out, I thought "why not."

I'm out drinking with some of my out-of-state friends and Magic Stick comes to meet up. At the end of night, it's like there was no discussion, he gets in a cab with me and comes back to my place. I get into my cute PJs, he undresses to his boxers, I turn off the lights, and we both get into bed. At first, I don't want to do anything but his manly touch is so irresistible. I love how he can put his arm all the way around my waist. I like being man-handled. He then starts to caress my nipples and makes his way down to squeeze my ass. I almost feel taken advantage of, but in a very naughty, sexy way. Magic Stick's fingers eventually slip into me and we both realize that I am wet beyond belief. I tell him to go easy, and he suggests I get on top so I have more "control." We have not kissed.

He puts on a condom and I get on top. This time, his cock easily slips into me. I immediately feel like I'm going to come. The whole ride feels amazing so I make it last just a little bit longer. Magic Sticks gets more into it and leans over to grab my ass while sucking my nipples at the same time. It takes a very athletic man to pull off this combination of moves! I get overly excited and have a big O. He's not there yet, but I get off and tell him I'm done. We cuddle for a little bit as I lie in bed wondering why Brit has not texted me.

The next morning, we go at it again and this time he releases while I'm super close. Magic Stick wants to hang out all day, but I don't invite him to stay. I give him a quick kiss (our only kiss), and he leaves.

Brit texts me to see how my Thanksgiving was.

Happy Spanksgiving!

Hope you all get stuffed tonight.

Magic Stick, encore

With hours spent thinking about Brit, I did what any rational human being would do: distract myself with a huge cock. Magic Stick had been sending me texts all week wanting a "slumber party" and telling me that I'm "amazing." I finally decide to take him up on his offer by inviting him over. I set the boundaries though, telling him I had to be asleep by midnight so I could get up for a meeting at 9am. He agreed.

Magic Stick shows up at my apartment in about 15 minutes. He is so tall that the very idea of his height turns me on. I notice that he has really pretty blue eyes, but have a hard time making eye contact with him. There is no emotional connection. I change into my PJs, which really isn't my real PJs in the form of a mumu. I, of course, put on my cute PJs in the form of wife beater and short cotton shorts. We watch TV for a little bit and he starts to massage my arms. I get up to get something out of my closet, and Magic Stick comes behind me and starts kissing my neck. I was going to wait until after Gossip Girl, but I guess I'm ready now. Haha.

He slowly undresses me and I turn around for a kiss. Hmm, for some reason, the kiss is no good this time. Like he has too much saliva or something. Or maybe it's because I can't get Brit out of my mind. We go horizontal and his magic stick is out. It's huge, bigger than I remembered. I tell him to be gentle because I was sore last time. He goes in slowly and it feels amazing. As Magic Stick goes in and out, I start thinking about how good it feels...how much I wish Brit had a magic stick...uh oh, Brit is back on my mind...now it's starting to hurt....I'm not enjoying it as much...I wonder what I should wear tomorrow. "OK, stop. I'm done." I roll over and we go to bed.

In the morning we have sex again, but the excitement of his penis has worn off. I'm actually starting to think his penis is not compatible with the shape of my vagina. His cock curves downward which must rub me the wrong way to the point where it hurts. I decide that I am done with Magic Stick.

He was a good distraction, but just not enough.

Mr. Brit, continued

After dance class, I go out with my gays. I thought I would text Brit not really thinking we were going to meet up. And guess what? He comes to hang out with me my gay harem. My gays think he's super cute, which gives me ammunition to flirt even more. I begin to notice how comfortable he is in any social situation. I love that, it means he is confident in who he is, even though he is sort of shy. We then walk towards the next bar (a gay bar, of course), and he offers me his arm. We walk arm-in-arm for about 5 blocks before he slides his my hand into his. I really like him. I ask him if he's OK going to a gay bar, he responds, "I'll only have eyes for one person there." I really really like him.

We all get more drinks at the bar and play a little pool. During each "break," Brit comes over to hug me. I'm starting to sense that this date is a lot more different than the other fuck dates. At some point in the night, Brit leans in for a kiss and we share sweet, tender kisses for the rest of the night. Around 3:00am, things are getting a little hot and heavy, so Brit takes me back to my place.

Back at the apartment, we rip each other's clothes off and I get to touch his toned body. Brit is smaller framed than the other guys I've been with, but he's compact. Has the body of a surfer/b-boy. Brit is sexy in bed, with his smooth motions and his accent. I can't get over the accent, I could hear him whisper in my ear for hours. We have sweet sex, not overwhelmingly fabulous, but good. I wouldn't call it fucking. It was more like making love. There I said it. Make love.

Brit and I lie in bed and he's stroking my hair. He says, "You look spectacular naked." Wow, words to make me wet. Way better than Brooklyn's "You have a pretty sick body" line. Brit then looks into my eyes and says, "I like you, a lot." I lean in for a kiss. Holy shit, what have a gotten myself into.

The next morning, we end up having sex all day with breaks in between of course. Brit keeps asking me what positions I like, what do I want, what can he do... I come twice. At one point during one of our breaks, Brit is stroking my hair again and says, "It's going to be hard not to get attached to you." Now say that line again with a sexy British accent.

Mr. Brit and I end up spending that following Sunday together...outdoors. We then go back to my apartment to bake cookies. I know, so domestic of me. I can't stop thinking about him, even when I'm with him. I keep stopping myself because this is not what's suppose to happen. I'm suppose to fuck them and leave them. Brit is nothing I'm looking for. He's younger, he's not financially stable, and his VISA could expire any day. But I haven't had anyone look at me the way he does in a really long time.

I guess I will just go with the flow...

Mr. Brit

Months ago, I met a cute British guy during a job-related event. He had sexy light brown/hazel eyes, amazing skin, and the hottest accent accompanied by a sexy deep, shy voice. Mr. Brit was a part-time club promoter and got my number to inform me of various club events. I did think we had a connection but I figured that he was also just doing his job. Fast forward to last night, again on Facebook, Brit and I start having an online conversation about Melrose Place. It's a pretty hilariously embarrassing analysis of the show. He then continues the conversation by texting me random Melrose Place thoughts throughout the night. After a few exchanges, he suggests that we meet up in person. We settle on a date and time and I get a little nervous since I haven't seen him in months.

After having sex with Magic Stick, I take a quick shower and get ready for my first date with Brit. We meet at my favorite sushi restaurant and I am pleasantly surprised that he is actually cuter than I remembered. Brit has an interesting sense of style; it's a combination of urban and preppy. This time, he's wearing a beige thermal shirt with dark jeans and white sneakers. I can see that he has nice toned shoulders and arms through his fitted shirt. The best thing about Brit other than his accent is his eyes. They're very bright, like a sheet of glass is painted over his eyeballs. When he looks at me, it's hard not to look back.

We have pleasant conversation at lunch and continue our date by day drinking at various bars. Brit is adorably shy but has a witty sense of humor. We talk about our families, career goals, friends, and his justifiable hatred of shell fish. Specifically prawns. I also find out that he is 2 years younger than me. What is it with me and these young ones lately?! After our 5 hour date, Brit walks me home and I hug him good night.

I'm not head-over-heels, but I am intrigued. I've never slept with a European before. Stay tuned.

Mr. Magic Stick

I am happy to announce that after weeks of too flaccid, too sloppy, and too fast, I've finally found the magic stick. Last night, I Facebook chatted with a guy who I've only known through friends. He's actually Nooner's roommate. I've always been semi-attracted to him: he's very tall and very athletic. We had a moment a while back where he squeezed my ass on the dance floor. I knew then that we would hook up eventually. Meaning, when he and I both become single. So the chat started off very innocent and all of a sudden turned into him alluding to us "making love." Nothing that bold, but close enough. With this in mind, I invited him out to join me and a couple of friends for drinks.

We have been drinking for hours and eventually, people begin to leave. This leaves me and the guy. We end up going to a neighborhood bar and continue our drinking. With each sip, we get a little closer. At around 3:00am, we are full on making out. He gets the check and we head to my place. I have some hesitations since he is Nooner's roommate, but all these hesitations go away once he starts kissing me.

Open door. Undress. Caress. Suck. Finger. Bring out the cock. Wow, it's big. And hard. Very hard. I can't wait for it to be inside of me. He penetrates and I am in heaven! I haven't had such a sufficient cock to fill my pussy in a very long time. At this point, I think I've hit the jackpot with Mr. Magic Stick. We fuck for what seems like hours in every which position imaginable. Magic Stick maneuvers me around like a doll and I love that! He knows all the right angles to get at my G-spot. For example, the boring missionary style turns amazing when he props up my ass with his hands. Oh, how sex with all the other guys pales in comparison to Magic Stick.

Next day Magic Stick wakes me up with his penis. He fucks me from behind and from the side. He cums and we take a break. Half an hour later, we're ready to go again. Magic Stick does me from a side angle with my one leg propped up. He then turns me and fucks me from the side with my legs closed. I've seen this shit in porn and trust me, it's pretty good in real life.

We both get tired and fall back asleep. I realize I have a lunch date at 1pm (tell you guys more in another post), so we both get dressed and Magic Stick kisses me good bye.

Now that's one dick I want to see again.

Brooklyn, encore

Brooklyn booty texted me tonight at around 11pm. I figured why not, so I invited him over. He had just gotten off work and seemed a little grumpy. Stupid 22-year-olds, they're so moody. We watch a little bit of TV and he finally loosens up. Brooklyn reveals to me, albeit defensively, that he's an electrician/door man for a residential building on the upper east side. He quickly follows it with, "But I won't be doing that forever." Honestly, blue collar guys fulfill a certain fantasy for me. You know, the "excuse me, the power went out, can you come and service me?" kind of fantasy. So, I don't mind it so much. At this point, he could be high school janitor and I wouldn't give a shit. A good lay is a good lay.

Fast forward. We have sex successfully but too quickly because "I just want you so bad." Boo. Then we try again later and I finally orgasm once I get on top. Brooklyn makes me a pipe out of aluminum foil and part of a pen. We smoke weed and fall asleep. I realize I snore loudly. Oops, can't help it.

We wake up in the morning and have some satisfying, but quick morning sex. I kinda enjoy his fingers more than his cock. You know what that means? Time to move on.

Next!

Mr. Brooklyn

I go to my usual dance class taught by my friend and we decide to go to a local bar for some drinks.  Keep in mind, I am a sweaty hot mess and am definitely not in the condition to be on the prowl.  My friend and I get a little tipsy and we end up dancing our asses off at the back of the bar.  This is a fratty upper east side bar so it is no surprise that people are just watching us like spectators at a zoo.  

As the night goes on, I start seeing groups of cute guys trickling in.  This is kinda exciting for a week night.  I stop in the restroom to wipe off my sweat.  As I come out of the restroom, a boy is coming out of the men's restroom and stops to say, "You're a really good dancer."  I smile and notice a cute 6'1" Irish boy standing before me, clean cut face and hair, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, and the most adorable smile wrinkles.  I also notice that he is probably not a day over 24.  I immediately start talking to him and we end up taking multiple shots.  In between the shots, we give each other short facts about ourselves.  I find out he's from Brooklyn.  Well, hello Mr. Brooklyn.

We get wasted and start making out.  It's been a while since I've kissed a guy this tall and I forget how much it turns me on.   Not only is Brooklyn totally cute, he's also got this boyish charm that brings out the cougar in me.  It also helps that he's friends with the bar manager and is continuously feeding me and my friends drinks.

Brooklyn and I dance until I have no more energy, I grab his hand and say, "You're coming home with me."  We hop into cab and Brooklyn and I can't keep our hands off of each other.  Finally at my apartment, we stumble onto my bed, clothes come off, and we're prepped to go.  Brooklyn is surprisingly aggressive, in an amateurish sort of way.  Not smooth, but so willing to try.  Brooklyn does pretty good foreplay, full of passionate grabbing and even some minor choking.  Never thought I'd be into that.  Then comes the moment of truth.  He puts on the condom and I'm in ready position.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, unlike the Brooklyn Bridge, Brooklyn is not erect.  And for the next 4 hours, we go through over 6 condoms, each time thinking that he is hard enough and then to find out he's not.  The upside to being with a younger man (BTW, I find out he's 22), is that he's so willing.  He wants to keep pleasuring me even when he knows he can't do it with his cock.  So different from Mr. Pull-Out who had an "as-is" cock.

Although we have 1000 failed attempts at having sex, I do enormously enjoy my time spent with Brooklyn.  We end up knowing more about each other than I do some of my friends.  He also puts on this "hard" Brooklyn front that I can easily break down.  We get each other and find one another hilarious.  Not to mention his passion for dogs and his family makes me want to spend time with him sans sex.

Brooklyn spends most of the next day in my bed.  He tells me that he's enjoyed his time with me.  The feeling is mutual.   We then exchange numbers and he kisses me good-bye.  I'm actually looking forward to seeing him again.  Even if he is 6 years my junior.

Oh BTW, Brooklyn likes pulling my hair.  I like it, too.  But I did not like seeing piles of my hair on my bed afterwards.

Mr. Friend makes surprise visit

It's a beautiful day in Manhattan, one of those days where you want to spend the day drinking and the evening having sex.  I spend much of the day with a former crush who now has a live-in girlfriend.  There's hours of flirting and teasing, just enough to get me in my "hunt" mood.  As soon as former crush leaves, I flip through a mental rolodex of go-to "fuck me" buddies.  Damn, they have either moved away or are now in relationships.  Booo.

I get home half way tipsy and try to distract myself with Facebook.  Around 1am, I get a text.  1am texts are always a good sign, wouldn't you agree?  Ahhh, it's Mr. Friend.  He's in town from LA for only one night.  I immediately invite him over, we smoke some weed, and dive into an evening of much needed grabbing, touching, screaming, and fucking.

Must be my lucky night.

Guy friends...

I used to pride myself on having an abundance of guy friends. I always went out with groups of guys, and they took care of me. But now that I am single, going out with a bunch of guys just doesn't have the same benefits anymore. Simply put: they vagina block me.

Don't get me wrong, I love being the girl who gets all the attention in a group of guys. I also love being "one of the guys." But when I am not interested in hooking up with any of them, they almost seem like a burden! How sad is that?!

So, my next quest is to find single girls I can hang out with in the city. I'm hoping for not too much drama, a la The Hills.