14 Years and Counting!

So I’m a little off schedule; while I have a short two week break before school reconvenes, I was supposed to be creating an account. Yes, firing up old sparky and opening an online dating account. Instead, I’ve been busy doing everything else in between.

Tonight, certainly being the bonus at the end of an amazingly exciting week with what else? A little booty.

While I’m waiting to get back out there and meet my future ex-boyfriend, why not indulge in what my girl E calls WMS – wanting and meaningless sex?

A few quick “Where are you”, “What are your plans the rest of the evening” text messages and the final “How long until I see you”, and I had made it from Orange County to Ladera Heights in about 20 minutes. (Locals, you already know that drive it at least double that; those who know me know my driving skills).

He hears me pull up, and as I strut up the driveway, I see the door is already open. I’m greeted by two – Papi, shirt off revealing his impeccable body and a devilish and then there was also Brick (I’m sure you can figure this one out)

I can’t remember at what point the door was closed, because as soon as I set foot inside the door, and briefly greeted Brick, my mouth, breasts and everything else was explored as if seeing me for the very first time.

Aye Papi.

In a matter of seconds, my clothes seemed to disappear into thin air, the 4inch heels being the very last thing to go. I chuckled after he finished undressing me saying “this is why I wasn’t concerned that my bra and panties weren’t matching tonight”. His reply? “I just want to see you, watch your silhouette, I would have rather you come without any at all”.

Hmm, yes. The talking is part of the foreplay.

In a matter of minutes, the game began like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten a meal in weeks, he ate. I shivered and moaned while biting my bottom lip; I made sure he groaned, moaned and had a very happy ending.

Papi was part of my “Best I Ever Had” for a reason. And no- he isn’t a hangover; we realized we were best as fuc_ buddies and left it at that. 14 years and counting…

Why the hell not experienced an orgasmic stupor?

At least..

Until there’s a cure for the hangovers…


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Hangover - a let down following great excitement or excess. Wow. This one sentence describes nearly all of my dating and relationship experiences!

I'm a 30 year-old woman muddling through the Los Angeles dating scene and yes - Believe all that you've heard about the screwed up men and women in La-La Land.

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  1. Um… Damn. I can only hope to have that type of physical chemistry with someone. Guess I’ll have to keep pretending that sex isn’t ‘that’ important.

    Enjoy and ride on!

  2. Wow Carmen, I felt like I should have been behind a black curtain or something. I like hearing about these types of episodes; as long as people don’t get lazy with making sure their partner is pleased like they have with dating, I think there’s hope yet.

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