<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Fatal quirk's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111480300998936796</id><published>2005-04-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T12:30:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger cont....</title><content type='html'>"Your husband must not be taking care of business for your pussy to be drippin' like it is. Let a real man take care of you now! Let me wet the tip of my dick with your pussy. How is that? There you go get my dick nice and wet." She could feel him rubbing his dick up and down the entrance of her pussy, her thong pulled to the side. I am going to kick him good and if it is Fatalist that is tough shit! One, Two, Three!!! The kick was off but hit him in the shoulder and she started screaming. He immediately quelched this. "You fucking bitch!". His hands went around her throat cutting off her screams. She felt him shove his dick in her and thrust as deep as he could get into her. His thrusting was as hard as his hands around her neck and now she was getting light headed. As she thought about wether he would let go or choke her to death, she felt her pussy getting wet and felt confused. Is this Fatalist and her body knows this or is she really getting wet from a total stranger? A stranger that is raping her? She was getting more light headed and the thought of getting raped and the image of this man with his dick in her, thong to the side started to make her body lose control. It must be the lack of air! Yes since I am about to lose consciencesness her body is just reacting and she has no control. As she felt an orgasm building she tried to hide it by just lying there and as she lost conscienceness she knew she was cumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive? Yes I am! Fatalist you little devil. Where is he? I can't see anything he still has me tied with this hood on my head. "Later slut, it is my boys turn to take you now. I knew you wanted it. How can you tell anyone you were raped when you orgasmed with me." Oh my god, surely he is still playing with me. The door shut and then seconds later reopened. "Well, I guess sloppy seconds for me, but hey pussy is pussy right?" She heard a zipper being undone and then seconds later someone getting on the bed. The mind games her minds was playing on her now made her frantic. "Please don't do this. Leave, someone will be here any second. I don't want you hurt so just leave." The other stranger replied, "Oh I will leave but only after you give me a turn". She felt him rubbing her boobs and licking and kissing them. She kept talking wanting him to leave or at least tell her if he was fatalist. "If you don' t shut up I will shut you up". His dick was now at her entrance and sliding into her pussy. "I hope you are on the pill or something, because I am going to add some more cum to your pussy". She started to say something but he quickley put his hands around her throat and said, "Okay, since you can't listen and keep quiet, I am going to shut you up". He quickley peeled down her thong, lifted the hood to nose level and jammed her panties in her mouth and tightened up the hood. She now had juicey thong panties in her mouth. The taste of cum and her pussy juice was strong. As he pounded her pussy she could hear the sound of cum that had filled her pussy being jammed in and out of her with each thrust from this new cock. He jumped off of her and she thought he was going to spray her with cum but he quickley got off the bed grabbed something and then........It was a belt! He wrapped it around her neck and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Flipping her over and telling her to spread her legs and bend over the bed. The belt went around her neck and the buckle tightened the loop. Quickley he was back in her and now her mind was taking over again. He grabbed a fistfull of hair and was pulling her back as far as the belt, her hair, and her body would let him. The mental image of her legs spread doggy style over the bed made her pussy feel good again. Cum started to trickle down her leg and she could feel her legs shaking as her body had an orgasm and she was trying not to show it. Nooo not again another orgasm! This set him off and she felt another load being dumped into her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was finished he jumped up released her hands and the hood. It was Fatalist and he was stroking her pussy slowly letting her orgasm subside.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, get on your knees and lick my pussy?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit just do it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes right there ... Yes....Yes....Yes....OOOOHHHHH I AM CUMMMING!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had another orgasm right then. If not another one a continuation of the last one only stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should rape her more often? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111480300998936796?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111480300998936796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111480300998936796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111480300998936796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111480300998936796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/04/stranger-cont.html' title='Stranger cont....'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111473862762165379</id><published>2005-04-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:03:54.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stranger</title><content type='html'>As she walked in the door she turned and bent down to shut the door. This gave the intruder a perfect view of her juicey delicious ass. Black thong just showing from the top of her pants. Quickley he threw a cloth bag over her head and grabbed her in a bear hug. She yelped and tried struggling to no avail. She quietly whispered, "Fatalist?". The intruder heard the waiver in her voice and knew she was scared. "Shut up bitch and don't scream, unless you want hurt. I just need to grab some things and go. Give me those rings too!" Using one of those voice changers, like she heard in scream made it hard for her to figure out the voice. One last struggle and she found herself being carried to the bedroom and thrown on the bed. He put his full weight on her and she thought he may suffocate her. Oh my god he had a hard on now and she could feel it through her jeans. Is this fatalist? Her arms were pinned behind her and tied together with some type of plastic handcuffs. He flipped her over and straddled her. "Hmmm, you are a nice piece of ass....do you know that?" she answered, "Fatalist?" He sat there not saying anything and she felt hands feeling her tits and thrusting down her shirt. "Let's see what we have here, hmmmm.....nice". She stuggled and let a weak help escape her lips. Immediately hands went around her neck and forcefully started to choke her. Just as she was about to pass out, he let loose. "Don't do it again!" Oh, my god he is pulling down my pants....is this really happening? If I time it just right a kick will hit him right in the face! But what if it's fatalist? Oh god, my pants are off and now my shirt and bra. "Spread those legs bitch, let's see what your hubby is getting. Let me part this thong you have and....is it wet? You are a little slut. Your pussy is wet. Maybe me and my boy should gang rape you, would you like that?" Am I wet? I think I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I will finish tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;The narration was what my wife told me. Somehow the story is coming out as if she is telling it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111473862762165379?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111473862762165379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111473862762165379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111473862762165379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111473862762165379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/04/stranger.html' title='The Stranger'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111241370178997107</id><published>2005-04-01T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:48:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAPE</title><content type='html'>Next I will give the full story on me recently raping(sp) of my wifey.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role Play/Fantasy. Dont trip not really an actual rape! Kinda you will see ;) I can't tell it now, have to go cum just thinking of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111241370178997107?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111241370178997107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111241370178997107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111241370178997107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111241370178997107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/04/rape.html' title='RAPE'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111241336513998261</id><published>2005-04-01T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:42:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>So now I am feeling bummed for not getting any pussy yet. But that changed, for my little china doll had a pussy throbbing for some dick. She immediately wet my dick with her mouth and then impaled herself on my cock. Jesus she didn't ease anything in, just full slam bam to the balls.  Once she hit full tilt we just stared at each other and she kissed me like I would kiss someone. Inhaling life, smelling the scent of a persons auroa, feeling every sensation like fireworks going off in your head. This about made me cum and I pulled back and she was suprised. Feeling a little embarassed I just told her she suprised me with the kiss. She started to rock and grind her hips. My member was stone hard and veins in my shaft were straining and popping out. I could feel the tip of my cock tickling her clit. Her lips were tight around my cock and it felt like we were knotted. If you never heard of that check it out. It is referred to in beastiality. This is amazing to see and the videos I have seen, the girl is unable to take it. Not a real turn on for me, but interesting to watch ;)  So here we are rocking and kissing. Her pussy felt sooo good (I can't believe I am fucking an Asian bitch!!! ) Back to my little doll. SOOO, here we are slowly fucking and just the feeling of her tight pussy lips enveloped around my cock and clit tickling the tip of my cock are driving me crazy! She starts to cum and we kiss deeply again which makes me explode.....alot sooner than I wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111241336513998261?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111241336513998261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111241336513998261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111241336513998261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111241336513998261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111220661831214561</id><published>2005-03-30T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:21:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Asian Fun</title><content type='html'>Well, like I wrote before we had our little bit of fun and luckily she was wanting more. The thought of only a BJ was a letdown. The next morning when we woke she wanted to jump in the shower and we both took turns soaping each other up and washing each other. Mostly foreplay to get us hot for the bed. Finally after we ran out of hot water we dried off and ran for the bed. My testosterone was raging after all this foreplay and couldn't wait to get into this little hot vixen. She was wanting to start in on me again, but this time I said no.....I am going first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I brushed my lips across her lips and gave little kisses from her ear to the bottom of her throat. Then the same thing up to her other ear. I kept my hand resting a little bit on her mound and applied a little pressure, being sure not to touch her pussy just yet. Then I continued to kiss and stroke her body and tits. I felt a little shudder and and flicked a finger across her slit and felt a little wetness. With this she moaned and parted her legs. The heat coming from both of us was incredible. When I moved my head down her stomach she instinctively grabbed the back of my head to guide me down to her tight ass asian pussy. What she didn't expect was for me to grab her hands and hold them to her side and I whispered, "Not yet". With this my tongue trekked around her stomach, around her belly button and then back up between her breasts. She whisper, "Oh god, put your dick in me. Please FUCK me!". This brought a smile to my lips and I knew then, that she was mine ;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote: "You ask me if I have a God complex? Let me tell you something.........I am God"  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, had to throw that in there. I always think of that once I have control over someone. Isn't that the most powerful thing in the world? Although my sexual addiction is winning over on me right now. Okay sidetracked and back to business. Down the stomach towards that wet, swollen pussy. Wait let me stop and tongue, rim, and tongue fuck her belly button! Still I held on to her hands. Trapped to her sides, she was unable to move them or grab me. She started to move her hips and thrust up in the air. I kept lapping at her belly button and inserting my tongue...harder, deeper, thrusting into this newly discovered hole. Finally she came and screamed and was nearly in tears! She was giggling and laughing and cumming. I started laughing and asked what was up? "I never have had an orgasm like that. Nothing was inside me but your tongue in my belly button". She quickly stuck her finger in her pussy and I licked it clean. She started rubbing her pussy and came again in about 15 seconds. She was laughing again and said, "Another first, my first multiple orgasm. When you licked my finger my pussy flared up and when I started rubbing my pussy I immediately started cumming these last 10 seconds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to CUM ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111220661831214561?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111220661831214561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111220661831214561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111220661831214561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111220661831214561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-asian-fun.html' title='More Asian Fun'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111085393379145566</id><published>2005-03-14T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:32:13.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being John Malkovich</title><content type='html'>Isn't this the wierdest show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111085393379145566?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111085393379145566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111085393379145566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111085393379145566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111085393379145566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-john-malkovich.html' title='Being John Malkovich'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111074443121145411</id><published>2005-03-13T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:07:11.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian chick</title><content type='html'>Think I have finally rested up to write about me and my girl of Asian persuasion. Getting to the hotel and taking a nap, then refreshing myself with a shower helped my jet lag tremendously. My hosts were generous enough to take me out the first night there and wanted to show me a good time. First we went to eat at a glamorous five star restaurant. My craving for crab legs was satisfied to say the least. Most of the night was about getting to know each other and drinking. Then we moved to a club and started to get hammered, my to hosts were drinking something stronger than I was so the became drunk quicker. One left and went home and the other stayed, but I quickly lost him in the crowd. Feeling the effects of the alcohol, I went on a search for a fine girl to satisfy my other hunger. I found myself talking to a decent Asian girl but nothing that I found attractive enough to take home right away. Things quickly changed when this petite little creature came into our group and I immediately turned everyone off and strictly directed my attention to her. Anything she wanted I gave her and we were off dancing and having a great time. Needless to say we both ended up pretty drunk and decided to go back to my hotel. Of course she was too drunk to drive anywhere so I offered her my bed at my hotel ;) When we got to the hotel she (Mika) sp said she was feeling yucky from the club and wanted to shower. I told her I would join her after she got in. My thinking was correct when she immediately said "That would be wonderful! You can wash my hair, and soap me off". Damn my hard on couldn't stay down while I was getting my clothes off and she immediately took me into her mouth and began sucking my dick. She continued this for awhile and I finally stopped her and told her that we need to move from the shower to the bed. We quickly washed and rinsed off and headed for the bed. Never being with an Asian before, I had to get a taste of that pussy. She was still wet and I went in with jubilation. First rimming her whole pussy with my tongue. Then a little of some tongue fucking before settling in on her clit. I went ahead and inserted a finger in her pussy to finger her with while I clamped down on her pussy to tongue her clit. My good DLC (Down Low Chic) advised me of this to help her cum and it seems to work on most women. Sometimes one finger, two fingers or just my thumb inside them along with my tongue seems good enough. So I settled in to eat me some pussy and she was moaning and groaning and after awhile started pushing herself into my face. I could feel her getting closer to an orgasm and continued my swirling tongue assault on her clit, along with some sucking to pull it out a little more. It is awesome to feel them (clit) swell up as they are about to burst with an orgasm. Finally she came hard and grabbed the back of my head pulling me hard to her. I was holding on for dear life until she pulled away saying she was too sensitive for anymore. Mika said most Asian men will never do this and it was great to have me do this. She went back to giving me a blowjob so I pretty much settled on just getting that so I went ahead and came in her mouth after about 20 minutes or so. She came up and laid on me and whispered to me, " I want you to fuck me in the morning. Oral sex is great, but I want your dick in me too". We fell asleep and my next story will be of the next morning ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111074443121145411?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111074443121145411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111074443121145411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111074443121145411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111074443121145411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/03/asian-chick_13.html' title='Asian chick'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111074442644214343</id><published>2005-03-13T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:07:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian chick</title><content type='html'>Think I have finally rested up to write about me and my girl of Asian persuasion. Getting to the hotel and taking a nap, then refreshing myself with a shower helped my jet lag tremendously. My hosts were generous enough to take me out the first night there and wanted to show me a good time. First we went to eat at a glamorous five star restaurant. My craving for crab legs was satisfied to say the least. Most of the night was about getting to know each other and drinking. Then we moved to a club and started to get hammered, my to hosts were drinking something stronger than I was so the became drunk quicker. One left and went home and the other stayed, but I quickly lost him in the crowd. Feeling the effects of the alcohol, I went on a search for a fine girl to satisfy my other hunger. I found myself talking to a decent Asian girl but nothing that I found attractive enough to take home right away. Things quickly changed when this petite little creature came into our group and I immediately turned everyone off and strictly directed my attention to her. Anything she wanted I gave her and we were off dancing and having a great time. Needless to say we both ended up pretty drunk and decided to go back to my hotel. Of course she was too drunk to drive anywhere so I offered her my bed at my hotel ;) When we got to the hotel she (Mika) sp said she was feeling yucky from the club and wanted to shower. I told her I would join her after she got in. My thinking was correct when she immediately said "That would be wonderful! You can wash my hair, and soap me off". Damn my hard on couldn't stay down while I was getting my clothes off and she immediately took me into her mouth and began sucking my dick. She continued this for awhile and I finally stopped her and told her that we need to move from the shower to the bed. We quickly washed and rinsed off and headed for the bed. Never being with an Asian before, I had to get a taste of that pussy. She was still wet and I went in with jubilation. First rimming her whole pussy with my tongue. Then a little of some tongue fucking before settling in on her clit. I went ahead and inserted a finger in her pussy to finger her with while I clamped down on her pussy to tongue her clit. My good DLC (Down Low Chic) advised me of this to help her cum and it seems to work on most women. Sometimes one finger, two fingers or just my thumb inside them along with my tongue seems good enough. So I settled in to eat me some pussy and she was moaning and groaning and after awhile started pushing herself into my face. I could feel her getting closer to an orgasm and continued my swirling tongue assault on her clit, along with some sucking to pull it out a little more. It is awesome to feel them (clit) swell up as they are about to burst with an orgasm. Finally she came hard and grabbed the back of my head pulling me hard to her. I was holding on for dear life until she pulled away saying she was too sensitive for anymore. Mika said most Asian men will never do this and it was great to have me do this. She went back to giving me a blowjob so I pretty much settled on just getting that so I went ahead and came in her mouth after about 20 minutes or so. She came up and laid on me and whispered to me, " I want you to fuck me in the morning. Oral sex is great, but I want your dick in me too". We fell asleep and my next story will be of the next morning ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111074442644214343?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111074442644214343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111074442644214343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111074442644214343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111074442644214343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/03/asian-chick.html' title='Asian chick'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111059533844383872</id><published>2005-03-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:23:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Persuasion</title><content type='html'>Up until this point I can honestly say that my sexual addiction has been in check. Then all of a sudden wham! This therapist/doctor that I talk to has mentioned a shot or drug that can send this chemical to my brain to alleviate some of the urge for sex. Somehow some research being done is suggesting a chemical similar to what ecstasy and heroin do to the brain is related to sexual addiction to. Why would I need or want to stop?! My wife has even noticed the raw desire burning in me. Somehow it is getting uncontrollable and controlling. We will see what I do. Maybe a little help would alleviate the stress I feel when I am not having sex. It is almost like a depression when I am not getting sex. Oh a side note to all this, I am thinking my wife is screwing her boss. I will elaborate on this more later. He actually called our house, I answered and he asked for her! Immediately I thought "What the fuck?!" Is this motherfucker actually asking me to get her? She wasn't home so he decided to ask how me and the kids are. Since I just answered with a couple of words to each question and didn't elaborate, he got the idea and let me go. So to her I let her know that if they are fucking, he isn't allowed to call the house and he better understand the meaning of their little tryst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these stories are in no particular order but first I would like to speak to my first experience with a girl of Asian persuasion. My buddy has these experiences and is telling me that they are tight as hell! Whatever, my thinking was . . . What makes them any different from any other girl? Well, this girl I was with was tight feeling and milked my cock like never before! First of all she looked a hell of a lot like the girl from the movie, "The Transporter". Smooth silky white skin, with dark long hair. Her eyes were a light brown, with a tint of gold. Neck or neck area was soft and sweet. Breasts were a "C" cup, natural of course. The pubic hair on her was shaved and trimmed to a little triangle. Height was 5' 3" about 95lbs. Here is our story..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez a long trip to China on Saturday. Funny thing is I was dreaming of fucking an asian chick and woke up with a raging hard on. Hmmm....maybe the hot blonde stewardess would give me a another notch on the mile high club ;) .........(sorry still suffering from jet lag, will finish tomorrow). Plus wifey is going to bed and I need some sex. We have had sex twice a day for the last 4 days I have been back. The first day was 3 times and now she says she is getting sore. I told her that I better give it a break....Time to work on that ass! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111059533844383872?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111059533844383872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111059533844383872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111059533844383872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111059533844383872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/03/asian-persuasion.html' title='Asian Persuasion'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-111050828499702347</id><published>2005-03-10T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:31:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>I left so quickly there was no time to post. I have been gone to China for the last 3 months. Just got in to town and will post my stories. Must be spring, because I have been having crazy sex for the last 3 months! Need some tonight, so I better go and get my boo (wifey) warmed up ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-111050828499702347?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/111050828499702347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=111050828499702347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111050828499702347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/111050828499702347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/03/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110507940847313314</id><published>2005-01-06T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:39:31.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megans New Year</title><content type='html'>If you had not noticed Megan had not been in the picture lately. For one thing she was too needy and we just cooled off...Or so I thought. Our work had a pre New Years eve party and everyone went out the Thursday before New Years. So here we are at the club drinking and carrying on and I run to the bathroom. On the way out Megan happens to be going to the little girls room and stops me. She is drunk and talking how things didn't end right and thinks we should be friends. I told her we were friends just that she was the one acting childish. She said her fiance went home because he has to work and he gave her the ok to dance with other people and that we need to get out there. I agreed and would love to dance and cop a few feels on her =) One other thing I forgot to mention. It was a dress up thing at this club so we came in funny get ups. She was in this hot French maids outfit. I had the Chippendale outfit =) So we sit around drinking and everyone is flirting etc. Then Megan wants dance and before we go I say let's do some shots and grab a drink. We do a shot of tequila and grab a Long Island Iced Tea and head to the dance floor. We danced the first song and everything was fine. Then the shot kicked in and Megan turned her back to me and started dancing with her ass in my crotch. I told her to be careful because a lot of people were here and she just reached around and started stroking my dick thru my pants. I immediately snuck a hand under her dress and found a sating thong between garters! I made sure to not touch her pussy, only tease her. A slow song came on so we had to leave and on the way up to everyone I told her to go to the bathroom and get her panties off. I wanted them in hand and gave her ass a hard slap! When I was at our table talking with everyone I felt Megan stuff something in my pocket and knew she was back on my dick! So more shots came around the table and then Megan and a girl from our work wanted to dance. I volunteered of course and we all went. On the way I whispered to Megan if she ever had a threesome and she shook her head no. I asked her if she wanted to and she paused and said no.....So if she paused she must be thinking of it =) So I grabbed both girls and told them let's dance on stage! We did our normal two girls sandwich one guy and then the other girl Jenny danced with her back to me as Megan was facing her. I told Jen to kiss Megan and to my surprise they did. No tongue action before Megan pulled away, but a liplock nonetheless. They switched positions and I slipped one finger playfully across Megans pussy as Jen felt on her tits. I asked Megan why she was so reluctant to get with Jen when her pussy was getting so wet. She said she was nervous but almost came when Jen kissed her. When she said this I slipped a finger in her pussy, but immediately took it away. Megan immediately backhanded a fist into my balls!!! yeouch....I think that almost made me cum!! Jen wasn't getting any play so she left and I immediately asked Megan if she forgot something? She said no and was puzzled. I told her look down at everyone and they can see your pussy since you have no panties! She got bright red and ran to the table. I was laughing when we got back to the group and Megan wanted her panties back. I denied the request and told her that I gave them to one of the guys watching her. As the night went on more and more people left and now only Megan, Jen, Stephanie, Travis and myself were there. Of course we are the party and promiscuous group so all things done are kept private within our group. We all decided to take a booth in the corner which was dark and everyone but Megan and I went to dance. Megan pulled my dick out of my zipper and sat down on my lap. I told her to stay like this when the group got back but she said no. The only bad thing was, we had to be cool so we really couldn't fuck. She was getting frustrated because she said she needed to get off or she may just bend over now and have me fuck her in front of everyone. The only thing we could do was leave and hope the group doesn't break the code. I told Megan to ask Jen to come but she decided not to at the last minute. Megan wasn't ready to have that threesome yet! The other thing I am working on is anal sex. I told her it is so awesome, but none of her friends have or will admit to it so she has no input on it. Once we are in the truck she is sucking dick pretty furiously. I take her to a friends house and I tell her to leave her garters on as I bend her over and begin to slowly fuck her pussy. She is moaning and telling me to fuck her! I decide to only stick my head in and pull out. This makes her dig her nails into the bed and pull the sheets and says to make her cum please! I told her only if she does my bidding first. Yes anything she replies. So I put her on her back, on the bed and begin to kiss her and finger her pussy........To be continued ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110507940847313314?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110507940847313314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110507940847313314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110507940847313314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110507940847313314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2005/01/megans-new-year.html' title='Megans New Year'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110417656925399861</id><published>2004-12-27T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T12:40:48.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;A strange but true story for possibly the last post of the year. My poor little Down Low Chick was being real shady to me the last 3 or 4 weeks and kept talking about ending our relationship. It seems her little boyfriend was a big jealous control freak and was convincing her that to show her undying love for him, she needed to break her old boy friends ties. So she was wanting this relationship to work and was trying to be the good girl he was wanting her to be. Since we had developed a pretty good relationship, I finally got this out of her and let her know this was fine…we could still be friends ;) The one thing I found out later was…………..he is married too! Holy shit! Is this what she has been relegated to? I feel really bad for her and think this time we need to part and she needs to get her life in order. I am like the first married guy (supposedly), she was with and now I know of 3 more since me. So I told her to cut all this shit out and get some normalcy back to her life. The reason I said this is due to the following story and then I will continue with my reasoning with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PART I&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out of the blue one day DLC emails me at work and it says, “Urgent!” in the subject line. Opening it I see it is from her home email and she says to call her right away. So for some reason I am thinking we are busted and I may have some explaining to do. So I call her and she is all upset and depressed. Her controlling boyfriend (whom is married), is actually the President of the company she works for and they got in a big fight and he had their IT people pull her email messages for him and saw everything she was doing. So our trip, our secret meetings, her other extra curricular activities, etc were out there. Well, he had her fired for a list of things and then later showed up at her other job to yell at her. Of course since he was a big wig, he called another big wig whom he knew to bust out an employee she had been talking to at another company. Luckily he was secure in his position to not get into trouble. Luckily my company is strectched across the U.S. and he thinks I am from out of state. So we talk and she calms down. I had just told her this was and individual to keep away from because he was so controlling, I thought it would be too dangerous for her and her daughter. Kind of reminded me of guys that are so controlling, that they could kill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PART II&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, to continue the saga and save space she went back to this idiot and he helped her get another job. Then, what happens? She gets drunk, sees some friends that know him too and blurts out how him and her are fucking! Ok, shame on her but this drives him ballistic again and he goes to her new job and starts screaming at her and telling everyone there that she is a slut!, cheat!, yadda yadda yadda! Then to top things off he (we all know its him but it was anonymous) sends an anonymous letter to her baby’s daddy that she is abusing there daughter. So now he is suing for full custody, the people at her new job are questioning her, and then he calls me because the idiot had my cell number. Then this is the interesting part. I know whom he is, but he doesn’t know me. So little dick calls me up and starts screaming at me. I knew this was coming, because she warned me ;) I put on a frail weak voice and say, “listen I don’t want no trouble”. So he is yelling, “ I am going to kick your ass when I see you and you better hope we don’t meet somewhere!” I ask him (to fuel the fire), why would you care? Aren’t you married! Ha ha ha ha. This causes more yelling and screaming so he tells me to stay away from DLC and I ask him if he is serious? ;) More big talk and I go, “ I am not looking for trouble and fighting is too barbaric and I am sure you are bigger than me and ….” Little dick asks, “How big are you!?”. Me “Only about 5’ 6” 145lbs” ;) Really I am 6’ 215lbs and ripped I may add. But the sucker took the bait. LD responds with the “I will tell you what little man, if you are a man then be sure to come over to her apt because I am here now and waiting!” Me “ Don’t hurt her! I will be over and maybe we can talk this out..” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PART III&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the way there DLC calls and is crying and telling me she is sorry and he is yelling and screaming at her. I told her not to tell him how big I am that he thinks I am about 5’6 and I know his kind. Beat on the women and little guys. He is about 5’ 7” maybe 180. So she is crying and then whispers for me to hurry. I am driving and getting myself mentally prepared. I finally healed from a tough man fight I got into 3mos ago. I made it to the quarterfinals before meeting this big black dude that was about 6’ 6” and 290 lbs. Every time I hit him, it was like hitting a brick wall! I will write about that later but I am sure this was going to be a little easier. So I go barreling in to her parking lot and he is outside waiting. I jump out of my truck and when he sees me, he turns to go back in her apartment. I go running after him and he almost got the door shut before I go slamming into it and he was telling me he was going to call the cops! I yelled at DLC to shut the door and had one hand around his neck and the other holding his right hand. So when I turned around he tried to sucker punch me and he hit me square in the face. I turned around and stared at him and told him, “You do that again and I will totally fuck you up!”. I asked DLC if he touched her and she was whimpering a weak no. LD said, “ I would never hurt her and I love her”. Here is my response, “ you better hope to God you didn’t touch her. You can bully people around all you want but what comes around goes around, little bitch! You stay away from her…fix the problem you caused with her and her baby’s daddy. If I even hear a peep about you acting the way you did earlier…I will make you sorry.!” So I picked him up by the throat, slammed him into the wall and asked, “did you hear me?!” LD, “ Yes! I am sorry!”. Then to top it off I swung him into the coffee table which he flipped over and went into the other wall. He looked like he was going to pick something up and I quickly said, “ I wish you would motherfucker!” Get out of here before I start regretting my decision to let you go! He tried to say something to DLC and I just pointed him to the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After he was gone we quickly picked up the place and left in case the police came. This is when we had our heart to heart and I told her she needs to straighten things out and we need to cool it off. I feel bad for her because she is a good girl but keeps getting involved with people that can’t give her what she wants ( myself included). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I hope everyone had a great Christmas sorry for the awful story. Hopefully LD (little dick) is out of the picture and I don’t have to fuck him up. I did tell DLC that if she lets him back into her life not to even call or talk to me, that is on her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110417656925399861?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110417656925399861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110417656925399861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110417656925399861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110417656925399861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/12/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad but true'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110201553293261306</id><published>2004-12-02T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:25:32.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trippin</title><content type='html'>Crazy day at work. We have about 300 people losing their jobs. We already have laid off 500 and company wide, over 3,000.00. I am worried about my job too! Maybe that pimp job will be coming sooner than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to talk to this big bioutch at work about her performance. She tried giving some lame ass excuses about why shit is fucked up and I still wrote her ass up. I then did some spy work and found out that she immediately called a friend and was talking all big like she was telling me off! She even mentioned at one point telling me, "that either write me up or the meeting is over!". Okay, we are on now. I went to bat for her and even told her so and I get this? She better hope she can make that UI check last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey has not giving me any suggestions for Christmas, now my dilema is finding a good gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110201553293261306?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110201553293261306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110201553293261306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110201553293261306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110201553293261306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/12/trippin.html' title='trippin'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110149883298067167</id><published>2004-11-26T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T11:55:48.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Nite</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Why was my dick hurting? Waking up with two girls abusing my cock and balls made them pretty sore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My girl was on my balls sucking on them, while Brit was bobbing up and down on my cock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was just watching these two beauties work and couldn’t believe I was soo lucky. When I felt like I was going to cum, My girl started sucking harder on my balls and the pain was excruciating as I emptied into Brit’s mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then DLC stopped and made sure every last drop was out&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and my head was so sensitive I jerked with every flick of the tongue. When they finished they jumped in the shower and I went back to bed and caught some more sleep. They were in there for a long time so I figure on hearing the details later that day. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shopping in Florida was fun. There are lots of retired persons there! Went golfing and DLC tagged along. One of the guys with us asked me if that was my wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;said no she is my administrative assistant =) Of course she was dressed to kill in a tennis style skirt sating&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;thong and low cut yellow shirt. She just wore some white Steve Madden shoes I bought her and nice semi tan legs and her hair in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a pony tail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her to make sure and sit facing us so I can look up her skirt. One time she had her legs parted so we could all see some panty and want&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that pussy. Once when I had her hit for me the wind blew and her skirt went up revealing her ass in her thong! Damn, I need to fuck that girl again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That night we chilled out walking around at night&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;making out on the corner or street etc. We talked about our lives and what was going on with each of our significant others. She did talk about starting to have some feelings for me and I had to admit that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do have some but different ones than what I have for my wife. I care for her in a different way. She understood and said the same thing. Went back to the hotel to just relax and get her ready to go home. We talked about the previous night and how fun it was and she told me they each got each other off in the shower the next day and she was totally sore from all the sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was stroking my dick and asked me to gently get inside her and we could slowly have sex and fall asleep with me in her. We did and it was very nice to have some quiet time together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the funny thing I almost forgot was when we woke up in the morning DLC was wondering when her pussy got shaved! Ooops =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I think we are getting to the end of our relationship. We can’t&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;take a chance of developing anymore feelings/deep feelings for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110149883298067167?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110149883298067167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110149883298067167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110149883298067167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110149883298067167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/11/nice-nite.html' title='A Nice Nite'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110149505286720202</id><published>2004-11-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:51:54.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak a leek</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Okay, so we had the night out on the town (DLC and myself).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found a pretty nice club to dance and drink. She or we found a nice blonde girl to dance with and she was very nice. Long legs, straight blonde hair, D cups (fake), and nice firm ass. I told DLC to hook us up jokingly but at the same time being serious. So she started dancing with her and then all of a sudden they both are making out ! I never really expected her to make a move but maybe her new man helped open her up. Side note to my story. I guess DLC and her man went to some big party over in Kansas City area and she hooked up for the first time with a girl. So I was kind of hoping that maybe we could get something hooked up. The only thing I can say is different is participation. He watched them two and I said I couldn’t., I would have to join. So anyway here are two beautiful women making out and dancing. I wait for them to come over and she joins us at the table. We start really partying, shots and missed drinks. Finally we decide it is getting late and we better head back to the hotel. To my surprise DLC asks her to come back to the hotel with us. Brittany is the girls name and she says, “sure, I don’t feel like going to bed yet”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brittany and DLC decide to ride together and they follow me to the hotel. On the way there DLC calls me and starts, “Oh…..mmmm…guess what we are doing? Oh god Brittany is bangin me right now and it feeeels sooo good”” then I hear both start laughing. I was like, “Fuck you!”. So she proceeds to tease me still and we all are laughing our asses off. They were not doing anything but trying to tease my ass. When we get to the parking lot they were still in the car and I was waiting and waiting and decided to go check on them. Well surprise surprise there they are in the car making out&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like rabid dogs. I slam on the car and they both scream and we all are drunk and laughing. They roll down the window and tell them that I need to make a citizens arrest and I will proves them up in my hotel room. Brittany got out of the car and asked if she had a wet spot on&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the back of her dress. I was like not yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way up the elevator Brittany and DLC were all over me in the elevator and both dropped down on there knees and started giving me a blow job. Stumbling into the room we all fell on the bed and were kissing and rubbing all over each other. DLC stops me and says that she wants to get warmed up with Brittany before all&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of us get&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;together. I give her a look and she is like, “I Promise we are all going to get going, but let us do our thing”. This was fine for me, maybe watching for a little while will be exciting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So there they go on the bed making out and I watch as they slowoly pull on each others lips and grind on each other. Finally a hand goes down between some legs and disappears under a skirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then shirts and skirts come off and bras and panties. Both of course are in some nice thongs and lace bras. To my surprise DLC goes immediately down on Brittany and as she is leaning down, turns to me and says to me, “While I eat her pussy, fuck me from behind”. I take advantage from her position to get my licks in on her. Her pussy is so wet and hot&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just melt into her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just slow fuck her for a while to let her really dig in to Brittany. After a few minutes Brittany starts to moan and then starts to buck into DLC’s face. I then pull out of my girl and have her ride me and start to kiss her so I can taste Brittany’s pussy that was all over her. Brittany then sits on my face and humps me while making out with her new girlfriend. Then without warning my girl is like, “I want your cum inside me now! Please come in me baby!”, of course I can’t answer and I hear her tell Brittany, “Lets really give it to him!”. I moan and all of a sudden feel my girls hands around my neck closing tightly. I then realize that while riding me she is on my arms, so I can’t move them. Brittany sits even more firmly on my face and now I can barely breathe. My girl is riding me hard as hell and so is Brittany. I her them moaning louder than shit and am starting to black out! Then just as I start to feel like I am going to pass out, I feel ttingling&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and this floating feeling. When I open my eyes they are both leaned down staring at me. My girl was staring at me, “You were out for about&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a minute, we thought we killed you!”. I countered that I didn’t even know I was out. We all kiss and then they ask me what I thought of that kiss! I was like wonderful! Like you two ladies! Ha ha ha . Well unbeknownst to me, Brittany ate the cum out of DLC’s pussy and then they both kissed before realizing I was out. Now&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we all had each other’s jizz in our mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all decided to jump in thee showe and decided to shave DLC’s pussy bald and then Brittany and I took turns fucking her brains out. Then before bed DLC wanted to watch Brittany and I have sex. She practically couldn’t wait till I dumped a load into Brittany so she could lap it our of her pussy. Then we all fell asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus my dick hurt the next morning. I will write why later…..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110149505286720202?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110149505286720202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110149505286720202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110149505286720202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110149505286720202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/11/freak-leek.html' title='Freak a leek'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110135756776282729</id><published>2004-11-24T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:39:27.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Okay, work is pretty hectic right now but should slow down soon. Had a nice trip to the east coast. Had my pretty little girl come down to keep me company for the weekend. This is only the second time we have snuck off together out of town. We just realized that we have been doing our thing for 3years now! When we first started we joked around about us being together for years and really only expected this to go on for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend I was in Jacksonville and that night DLC was waiting for me in the hotel. She greeted me with wine, a half shirt and mini cotton shorts with no panties. I could smell her thru her cotton shorts. She just took my hand, led me to the couch and proceeded to undress me. Once undressed she ran her hands along my chest and thighs and then with her warm wet mouth took my dick in her mouth and proceeded to suck and stroke me. She is a professional and knows the routine. Steady rhythm and stroking and stopping to take my left testicle in her mouth and sucking on it while still stroking my dick. Then my right one and back to my dick and deep throating the whole thing. I grab a handful of hair and start fucking her mouth as hard as she can take it. Then I feel her wet pussy on my leg and realize the little slut had taken off her shorts! I stop for a sec and she growls at me to, "keep fucking her mouth", "She wants to feel my hot cum shooting down her throat". I oblige and grab both sides of her head with my hands, being sure to have hair twisted in my grip. Bam! Down her throat feeling her growl and moan on my cock. Bam! hmmm....Was that a little choking sound I heard? More mouth fucking and i fell her wet pussy riding up and down on my leg. I lift it up slightly to give her a hard shin to ride. Sliding up and down my leg her pussy gets wetter and wetter. Her hands have come around to grab my ass to hold on as I stuff my cock down her throat. I start to feel the cum , I hold on as long as possible before jamming her down one last time and holding her head down as far as my cock will go down her throat. Then shots of hot cum shoot down her throat and on her tongue as I empty my balls. She instinctively gags and tries to pull away, but not tonight. This is her fantasy her wish. I hold her there for a few more shots and then whip her around and 69 her to eat her pussy. I knew it wouldn't take much and it didn't. She came so hard I thought her pussy was going to swallow me. We layed around for a few minutes ate dinner, washed up and then went out on the town! I have more stories to cum =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110135756776282729?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110135756776282729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110135756776282729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110135756776282729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110135756776282729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/11/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-110061362804849541</id><published>2004-11-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T06:00:28.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>I just got back from traveling. I was on vacation for 1 week and then work sent me right away to the east coast for 2 weeks. Will post later today about my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-110061362804849541?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/110061362804849541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=110061362804849541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110061362804849541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/110061362804849541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/11/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109867524337547361</id><published>2004-10-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:34:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In da club</title><content type='html'>Went out with wifey this weekend and got tanked. We both were feeling no pain. Had to kiss and bang her in the crowd on the dance floor and make her orgasm. It was pretty sweet to be surrounded by people and have my hand in her panties. After she came I dipped my middle finger in her hot wet pussy and then stuck them in her mouth to suck on. She had me so hot dancing....one of our friends new girlfriend came with us and I got both out to dance and there was plenty of ass and tit grabbing. Not of it was by me either! Wifey tried to kiss her but that girl got scurrrd. She was able to get on another chick but that girl shyed away from a kiss too. Later on she was wanting it and my wife blew her off. I was hoping to get a hook up later on at the gay bar but all the girls sucked! That is the good thing with the gay bar. Straight club closes all the drunks head over there to get some hook ups. We had sex that night of course, but details are a little sketchy so I couldn't really say how it went. We both got ours and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies are starting to creep in for me of watching her fuck a black dick though. She was with a few black men before me and so maybe that is why? Just for some reason watching her do a black dick and milking it like she does me drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109867524337547361?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109867524337547361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109867524337547361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109867524337547361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109867524337547361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-da-club.html' title='In da club'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109847656020527694</id><published>2004-10-22T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:05:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACIAL</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is more funny than VH1s the best week ever! Those are so hilarious. Has anyone seen the new PLAYBOY? This might be one of the best issues. Miss Teen, Some chicken head from Road rules and Brooke Burke. There is also a nice article a girl who talks about anal sex. I told wifey that while I read the article she should blow me. Well she didnt so I ended up fucking her brains out and choking her until she passed out and then making her do my bidding =) We did have a talk about pornos and how the guy always shoots into the girls mouth. She thought this was degrading and would never do that. Well if that is the case why did she cum so hard when I was talking to her while we were having sex telling her I was going to do that to her? Here is the situation:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;Get to bed and so I am feeling pretty hot from the article. So I start with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kissing and lots of foreplay. I love to tease her to the point of her finally grabbing my cock and pulling me to her. We had settled into out normal not so normal routine, when I flipped her over on her stomach across the side of the bed and started going doggy style. Then I decided to proceed and tell her how I was going to choke her and drop a load on her face and in her mouth so when she woke up she had a nice surprise. I also had a good grips of hair in my fist yanking her head back towards me. She came so hard I had to hold on like a bucking bronco! Then once she subsided I climbed back on top and put both legs over my shoulders, pinned down her arms and proceeded to slowly kiss her while wrapping my hands around her neck. It didnt take long for me to feel her go limp and be under my control =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109847656020527694?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109847656020527694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109847656020527694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109847656020527694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109847656020527694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/facial.html' title='FACIAL'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109838302246499209</id><published>2004-10-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:29:16.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;I would have never thought of getting a double dip today. First thing this morning I wake up in a nice warm moist mouth, courtesy of wifey. We ended up having a pretty hot session in the morning and again before work. Guess she was going to have to go around work today with cum dripping out of her pussy! Then while at work Meghan&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;calls me and is asking for a little fucking on lunch. Whom am I to say no?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was nerve racking because we had to go back to her place and her husband is a jealous control freak. Great I always get caught by these types of guys. This has happened twice to me so far. On the way over there I started to remember that wifey was still on me. So to be funny I mad Meghan all hot and bothered and then pushed her down to suck my dick =) She didn’t say anything and only did it for a little bit before ripping off her clothes and saying she need me NOW! Since our first encounter I have been able to verify that she is on the pill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I was wondering what she thought the taste on my dick was? We started out and finished with her on top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lots of deep kissing and stroking were followed by her getting into rhythm, up and down and deep grinding. Her face became flushed , slight parting of the lips, eyes closed and small moans. When she came down on me I was arching up meeting her and started to slap her ass to bring her down even more violently on my dick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harder deeper wetter =) I was just watching her face and knew she was close to cumming. She started her normal talking of Oh God! Oh God! And then I heard a stop…..hmm I bet it was don’t stop. So to be a shit I stopped slapping her ass, which immediately she opened her eyes and pleadingly said DON’T STOP! So I thrust deep into her and said then ask me to do it. No real response so I grabbed her around the throat with my right hand and with my left hooked it around her waist and pulled her down on me again&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and said, “I want to hear you tell me not to stop!”. She moaned and started funking me and was like don’t stop. That was a nice half ass effort. One hard slap on the ass made her yelp and I said nice but I was to hear it and feel convinced. So she yelled out slap my ass PLEASE! Okay, now we are talking. So I did not even slowly start and build up, I just was slapping both cheeks hard and she was slamming down on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! And then a grinding jerking moaning&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sloppy wet Meghn was cumming all over my dick! She collapsed on me and I held her there until her pussy miled every last drop of semen from my dick. She said she had never experienced that and loved it when I controlled her. While we were laying there I asked if she ever thought or ever had been with another girl? She was like no and why? Just wondering =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109838302246499209?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109838302246499209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109838302246499209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109838302246499209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109838302246499209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/double-dip.html' title='Double dip'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109799060027759466</id><published>2004-10-16T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:23:20.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Low Chick</title><content type='html'>This is my current/main booty call girl. This has actually been going on for almost two years. The first time I meet Ashley is of course at work. Being recently married I was vowing to be devoted and not get on any more strange women. Hmmm....that didn't seem to work. Now I am not trying to brag so don't take it that way. I am a people person and that must be how girls seem to gravitate to me. My wife always tells me I could be a pimp. Anyway Ashley is someone special but we have always said nothing more than sex. Work was uneventful on the day we met. I was fixing our sorry ass copier AGAIN. I was drifting off thinking of Office Space and that damn copier and them taking it out and smashing the shit out of it! I was startled out of this when a girl walking by said something and I looked up and didn't say anything. She was like, "I am just kidding!" and walked off. Not knowing what she said I followed her and said "sorry, but I did not hear anything you said". Small talk ensued and at some point I introduced myself and she said, "I know who you are." I just said, "okay, did not know if you remembered me or not" Not thinking much of it I went back to working and when I got back to my desk she had sent me a email message already. Now I was being careful since a couple of people had been fired for sexual harassment and she was not my equal at work. She did not report to me but still was not in management. Well, she had asked if I really remembered her. After trying to figure whom she was it dawned on me I had met her almost 18mos ago at a bar. She was with another girl I knew. So I relayed to her this and she was impressed. I told her she was interesting to me and I would have tried to talk to her more but never saw her again. Which was true, I thought she was intriguing and different from the group she was with. All the girls she was with were beautiful like her but she was more independent. Now I only hooked up with a couple of them but they are sure nice to hang out with at the club to make all the other guys envy you. They suck because they can basically get drinks bought for them all night. Guys are such idiots when it comes down to pussy. =) So Ashley and I flirt on email (I know deadly evidence), and finally one day we happen to be alone and we just start kissing. I just wanted to feel her, warm kiss not to wet, not to eager, just nice. I brought her close to me to breathe in her body her soul and make our first kiss as intimate as possible. She calls me immediately after work on my cell and we start talking about hooking up. She is so undecided and is just trying to talk herself out of it. Finally we make plans to go to her apt at lunch. Here is exactly what happened. Lunch starts for me and she is supposedly already there waiting and preppin' (shower and stuff), not sure why she is always doing this? But whatever works! I get there and am telling myself this is stupid you can be in control (remember my guys and pussy comment?). I get to the door and she comes over in a bath robe and we kiss and she pushes me on to her couch and gives me a blowjob. Now this is not any blowjob, because this girl was a professional. Now I have been with many girls and she is the best. Girls, you do not have to be in constant suck mode to give a great blowjob. Yes, she was a swallower too. Honestly I haven't had any that don't swallow, but I hear guys talk about it a lot too. Well, that evening she is saying this can't happen again blah blah blah next day at lunch we have sex. For the first few times sex wasn't all that great and we both said so. She is so mentally locked up about sex and letting go. She also has commitment probs and said I am perfect to be with because she can have sex and not worry about me calling, coming over, etc. I hate being used!!! =) She also did her first girl on girl with me...well not me but I got to watch, if that is anything to brag about. That sucks and I told her so and grudge fucked her the next night. I wanted her to be hurting (in a good way) and gave it to her hard and for a long time. When I finally decided to cum she couldn't even keep her legs up or spread and they were shaking really bad. She kind of slapped me in the face playfully so I did it back and she was like do it again but harder. So I did and she came so hard I had to hold on for dear life. She really likes to be made like she is being raped. Anyway, now this has been going on for almost two years but, I think we are almost done. But I need her to promise me a blowjob here and there. She is pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109799060027759466?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109799060027759466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109799060027759466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109799060027759466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109799060027759466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/down-low-chick.html' title='Down Low Chick'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109754940272719732</id><published>2004-10-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:50:02.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn people piss me off</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like just like cussin someone out? I mean the other day was a prime example. I screwed up and this co worker thought it was her mission to try and put me to the vice. But to her surprise when she questioned me about a mistake I said, it was my mistake and I am sorry. Of course she was caught off guard thinking I had an excuse. So she continues on with issue and I ask her why she was continuing and she just said next time follow up on issues. I told her sorry my first mistake this year and it was against you. By this time I was mad. I had already taken the blame for the mistake and apologized profusely. The bad thing about it, was I was covering for her associate and going the extra mile for a customer. Then to try and get one last word in she goes........"Do you want to know what I think?" I answered quickly with a no! If I did, I would ask and walked off. Fuck you bioutch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan that I wrote about earlier is up and down. One day cold as ice the next hot. Last weekend there was a party at the club and she told me about it. So I figured it was my duty to go. She mentioned to me it was her first time out since the baby and her husband was staying home with the kid. Well, thanks for the info. Anyway I said I would stop by maybe with my friends. When we got there she was drunk and kept touching my arm and leg. When it got really late and everyone was leaving, she stayed and I told her I could get her a ride home. Well we started conversing and got closer and closer. Finally we were close in a booth my knee between her legs and I finally just laid one on her. She was going so crazy and started moaning and running her hands all over me. I started to get my hand in her skirt and her panties were soaked. I was trying to think of where we were going to go when I decided my friends house. When we got there she just pulled down her panties and got on her knees and started a half ass blowjob. She wasn't that great but she was a hot fuck. I didn't think she had a good fucking lately so I just did it hard and rough. She kept asking me to fuck her and was just sweating and moaning. This weekend I started to wonder if she was on the pill? I guess that may be another story 9 months from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109754940272719732?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109754940272719732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109754940272719732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109754940272719732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109754940272719732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/damn-people-piss-me-off.html' title='Damn people piss me off'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109678014696900781</id><published>2004-10-02T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:09:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UFC is on</title><content type='html'>I am watching it now and the fights have been awesome.  Played a little online poker too, for play money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird situation happen and wonder what it means. I was shopping with the wife and kids and saw this girl from the gym. Now I had just seen her 3 days ago and now here she is, another chance meeting. Three days ago I worked out late and this girl was running in front of me. She was nice looking, sandy blonde hair, about 5' 7" late 20's early 30's and a flat tummy. She was wearing this sports bra and her boobs just were a bouncing away. Anyway I kept looking at her and thought she kept looking at me from the mirror in front of us. Well, she got done when I did and as I was cleaning my machine she asked if we knew each other. I asked her, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?". I got my laugh, red face and hard nipples in return from her. Sports bra's are awesome when a girl is all sweaty and working out. Ok, back to this girl. I then introduced myself and told her maybe we saw each other in the daycare or just working out. So there is her hint about me possibly being married. She didn't ask and said she had a girl she takes there too. Since I could care less if she was married, I didn't ask. So we kind of have small talk and as she walks off I check her out and she turns around and busts me. Little to her knowledge I wanted her to know and was hoping she would turn around. So we just both smile and go on our merry way. Now we are at the present time and I am in Old Navy and when I turn the corner there she is with a wedding ring on. We both look at each other and smile. I say HI and keep going. She looks at my wife and then me and says HI. Ok not a cool thing to do and my wife out loud goes, "What the FUCK". So I tell wifey to chill out that the girl mistook me for someone else at the gym the other night and now by chance we see each other again. This eased her a little bit, but I am sure her wheels are spinning. That girl was lucky because my wife would rather punch you out and then ask questions later. She is my little Oscar De La Hoya and would be a great fighter. I saw her punch this girl in the face 3 times before the girl hit the floor. The funny thing is the girl had her hands up and she threw the punches through her defensive stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was that a chance meeting or something more? I kind of thought her smile was the fact that we both were married. Bet her hubby isn't giving it to her good enough. Wish she was my wifey's type and we could all have fun. For now that has never been an option in our relationship. She says that she couldn't handle the thought of me giving it to another girl. I will definitely be on the run if she ever finds out. She has threatened bodily harm/death to me and any skank I am with. One time we went to a strip club and she was acting wild and letting the girls dance on her and rub her tits. One jumped on me and started dancing and all of a sudden she ripped her off me by the back of her hair! I thought we were going to get beat down by the roided up bouncer. That was a great sex night she was drippin like a broken faucet. I think I jizzed 3 times that night. The first time was real quick because she was talking dirty and told me to choke her out. She is only the third girl I have done that liked that. She is the first that actually will pass out from it. The first one into it was my first, Carolyn. The second is wifey. The third is my current freakaleak. The cool thing about wifey is how she can continue to orgasm as she is passed out. Here is the technique.......I get two good hands around her neck and cup them as not to damage her trachea. The pressure I apply is more on the sides of the throat but you need to be sure to keep her from being able to breath. Keep the pressure on because the person will instinctively tap you and grab your arms or hands. Do not force it if the person tightens there throat. They must be relaxed or you could damage the trachea. So immediately after She passes out I let go and make sure she takes a breath. If she does not I blow into her open mouth and that normally does the trick. If it doesn't wake them up or shake them to get them to respond. Anyway as she is passed out and I haven't came from doing this. I start to slowly fuck her. I hold her tight and whisper in her ear in a trance like voice things. What really gets her going is to tell her (as I am slowly fucking her) is to clamp down on my dick with her pussy. Kind of like Kegal exercises. She will, but you may have to ask multiple times to get a response. Once you do you are in the brain. Ok, only she can do it for a short period and will stop squeezing. So then I get stern and tell her I didn't say to stop (whispering still in her ear) and to do it again and to cum. So then I start saying over and over to squeeze my dick and to cum. Finally she will and most of the time will wake up as she is jerking around. Of course I have already dumped another load and she is ready to hear what I did and fall asleep, me holding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109678014696900781?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109678014696900781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109678014696900781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109678014696900781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109678014696900781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/ufc-is-on.html' title='UFC is on'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109666093183943735</id><published>2004-10-01T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T13:02:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolyn</title><content type='html'>Carolyn, Carolyn, Carolyn, she was my first. I think maybe she's the culprit for my appetite for sex. It started in the summer after my eight grade year. Of course I thought I was the shit for leaving middle school and heading to high school. So here I am 14 years old heading to the pool with my friends to hang out. Well their lie two chicken heads sunbathing. We go to the area where the highschool kids hang out but these two girls start asking who we are because they do not remember seeing us around school. Of course I lie, saying I am 16 and that she was mistaken. Anyway, unbeknownst to me she knew my family and didn't say anything about my lie. I found this out later when she invited me to the lake with her and her friends. There she told me that I was not in high school yet but thought I was cute. I asked her how old she was and she said she was going to be a senior and was 18. She started school a year later so she would be 19 during the school year. Sweet an older girl =) She is the one that gave me my first blowjob, first one to bust my nut, etc. She was also a freak and was wanting to fuck all the time. Embarrassingly enough the first time we did it was not a good experience for me. We had been screwing for almost an hour when she stopped and asked if I had came yet. I was embarrassed and said no. This kind of deflated my manhood so to speak and we both laid there and talked. My only experience in sex of course was pleasing myself. The good thing to that was I used to play this game of seeing how long I could go before not being able to control myself and cumming. Maybe that is how I trained myself and didn't even know it. Well, she pushed me down and took over and made me cum in about 30 minutes! That was the end of innocence as I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109666093183943735?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109666093183943735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109666093183943735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109666093183943735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109666093183943735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/carolyn.html' title='Carolyn'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109664445464386349</id><published>2004-10-01T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:27:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate</title><content type='html'>Did anyone watch the debate last night? Here is my take. Bush is more dependable than Kerry. Picking Bush over Kerry is like choosing a team that finished 7th out of 8 teams. I do not care for either one to be president. I was laughing about how Kerry kept talking about bringing everyone together and talking things out. Riigghht, that works. "Mr Al Queda please don't kill anymore Americans". Al Queda, "Sure Mr Kerry we promise"........."NOT". I don't know where this clown has been but he needs to quit watching cartoons. Not that Bush is a saint. But when it comes down to leadership, he is the best of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109664445464386349?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109664445464386349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109664445464386349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109664445464386349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109664445464386349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/10/debate.html' title='Debate'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109660229288915886</id><published>2004-09-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:44:52.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the deal?</title><content type='html'>Women seem to be so scandalous. Check this out a girl Meghan just had a baby about 8 mos ago and is married has been giving me the eye. Am I that easy? There are tons of other guys walking around that are way better than me. She is my type blonde and sweet. What is a type anyway? What am I talking about, I have been with more brunettes than anything. Ok back to Meghan. First off I have noticed here for at least a year. She had this mystique about her that made me feel the need to know her. Maybe waiting may be worth it. Lately she has been bumping into me and being (coincidently i am sure) at the same places I am. Now when I say bumpin' into me, I am not saying just being in front of me. I really do mean running straight into me or my arm, leg, etc. Today was the squeeze by me and rub the chest on me. Later on she was crying so I asked, "What was wrong". Well she tells me about her husband and he's an asshole and isn't treating her right etc. Right and now everyone and their dog knows the best answer she wants. I really thought of being an asshole too and saying, "well hope things work out". Nope my sexual addiction got the best of me and out came, "Things will be ok, everyone goes through rough times. He is very lucky to have such a beautiful wife and great mom". She reaches out and touches my forearm and lets her hand slide down my arm to my hand and squeezes it and says, "that i am so sweet and she wishes she had me.....(weird moment)...she then gets red and says I mean she wished her husband would be like that". That was great because I thought she may be hitting on me ;) I didn't say that, but we both knew. Next I gave her the smile and the brush by being sure to accidentally have my arm brush her chest. ......we both know......soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing was mentioned until now. Yes I am addicted to sex. My wife loves it and wouldn't have it any other way. When we first started dating I told her I did. She know's not to trust any girl around me friends or not. She says women are scandalous and friend or foe they will sleep with your man if you turn your back. She may be right because me and her best friend almost fucked and I did do her brother's girlfriend. Actually they were on a break at the time. No we didn't do it, she only gave me a blowjob. We will do it next time we get the chance. Now she is my type blonde, tall, long legs, but brown eyes.....aargh! Well the only reason she wanted any was due to my wife bragging how long it takes me and I make her orgasm until she begs me to cum. Okay, a little bragging there. Anyone addicted to sex can do it so I am not super man. Funny things is I did surprise myself one time by fucking the shit of some girl all night, getting home and my wife wanting to have sex. That was the first time my dick was sore. The girl I did earlier was pretty tight and kept wanting more. That was awesome I will relate that story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109660229288915886?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109660229288915886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109660229288915886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109660229288915886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109660229288915886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-is-deal.html' title='What is the deal?'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109656850439254170</id><published>2004-09-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T11:35:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria</title><content type='html'>Since I have mentioned about my life's experiences with other people I will try and write about significant other's that have touched me. If you are easily offended please go to another blog. I have changed the names of the innocent, err the guilty to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria is one of many I really connected with but she is still someone that I think of. Where did this all begin? Let's see...........the first time we met was all due to fate. I was the only one in the building in a position of authority anyways. A call came to me from the guard station that an associate forgot their access i.d. and needs to be escorted in the building. As I approached I saw this hispanic girl with long flowing black hair, mocha silky skin and a smile that would warm any cold heart. At the time I did not know this person, but that would soon change. The ride in the elevator was uneventful just the small talk of work. The next two weeks I found myself more and more having to go escort this person in. One day in the elevator I jokingly said that I am starting to think that she is doing this on purpose just to see me. Low and behold she reached into her purse and said ok you busted me! Well for once I was a little speechless and could only muster a laugh. The rest of the week and into the next she would come by on break and ask if I could go down to smoke on break. We did that for awhile and I just made small talk, since I don't smoke. Well with the upcoming weekend she invited me to her 21st party at one of the local bars. Since I was going to be out with friends, I said I would drop by. Of course this was something that intrigued me and I invited my friends to go and hook up with this hot chick. Well, we went and left and Maria was asking where we were going and I said we were going to have a after party at a friends. She gave me her cell phone number and said to call her to let her know where. Of course I forgot and she came to me Monday and was pissed off. I apologized and said I got too drunk and time got away from me. She had then proceeded to pout and said I owed her and better be downstairs on break. Here is where things got crazy! After break and on the way upstairs in the elevator she asked me to come to her apt this weekend. Playfully I asked if there was a party and if I could bring friends. She just flat out said no I want you to myself and you need to pay up for doggin' me out. So my thinking is this, is she discreet? and what is she looking for? I asked her did you see that I am married? (showing her my ring). Her reply was yes I know and I don't care. So you know nothing can come of this? Yes I know we can't have a relationship, I am not looking for one. Okay everything is set and taken care of. That weekend we just got to know each other more than just co worker's ;) The power of being with her was exhilarating. The thing I love most is contact. Deep kissing and holding and a little hard in control/out of control sex. I could feel the soul of this individual and felt a closeness only we could imagine. When I am with someone I give everything during that experience and feel everything they have to offer. She was so good at giving her self to me and letting me be in control. My whole satisfaction is pleasing the other person and bringing them to greater and greater heights. She said she has never had so many orgasms with one person in one night than with me. Mission accomplished and I continued that throughout our liaison. Maybe I could write more, but that is how Maria came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109656850439254170?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109656850439254170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109656850439254170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109656850439254170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109656850439254170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/09/maria.html' title='Maria'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109656455542515117</id><published>2004-09-30T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:16:19.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen Final Destination? Now that is partly true. There are multiple storis of people cheating death, only to die a short time later in another accident. There is no cheating death, it is part of your fate. I know of one......here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co worker of mine was supposed to go to the New York office on 9/1 thru 9/30. Due to illness he was unable to go and the company held up his transfer until 9/15. Well guess what? His office was located in the Twin Towers. Due to the location more than likely he would not have survived the disaster of 9/11. On December 07 of the same year he was traveling home for Christmas. He never showed up and his family notified police. Searchers found his SUV upside down in a pile of water. The cause of the crash was unknown. The weather was clear but cold, no skid marks, no blowout. According to the family he spent the previous night at his friends house and they went to bed early so he could get going early. Autopsies showed no sign of alcohol or drugs and no medical condition was found. Other reports show the crash happened during the day and his SUV landed in an area that happened to be a blind area for driver's. So anyone driving by would not see him. He had his seatbelt on and had no internal injuries. Cause of death was drowning. The medical examiner also noted that the seatbelt must have stuck, due to tearing and ripping of the fingernails. One of the troopers mentioned that he thought the hands of the person had been around the seatbelt ...... like they were trying to pull and get it undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my little story on fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109656455542515117?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109656455542515117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109656455542515117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109656455542515117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109656455542515117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/09/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528456.post-109651070304104438</id><published>2004-09-29T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T19:58:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatalism</title><content type='html'>Fatalists and always will be. My alter ego of random thoughts and ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have thought of how fate has brought me to the life I am living. Every person and every thing we do has a purpose. The people that live life and search for meaning are lost souls. They have met people and do not even remember a thing about them. I learned a long time ago to learn and grow from everyone. Generally everyone likes me, to me that does not matter. I could really care less if you like me or not. My friends think that I am a thinker, deep thinker. Looking at people and their actions, interests me. My only wish is to hear what people are thinking. What was the girl walking down the street thinking? The guy walking the dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have an alter ego? Maybe it's more a double life. You see most of the things I do or say or think, can only be written here. But whom else has the same problem? I meet people everyday and they do not know how to interact with another person. I definitely won't say if I am Male or Female........yet. I will say women are my main attraction! My significant other does not know that my sexual appetite is insatiable. They think it is just us, which to say partly is true. I love them more than anything in the world and tear up thinking of losing them. They are my soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can I be with other's and still have a soul mate? That is easy. Every person I meet is a new experience. Being with them and feeling their breath their essence is a life experience. Each person that we meet fulfills a purpose in our existence. We meet someone for a purpose. To push them away or ignore them changes our fate. The fate I talk about is not either good or bad. It could be both or neither. Those running around looking for that special someone, are always looking. Those of us that have the gift that I speak of, learn and grow with each meeting. Do not think that each meeting I speak of is purely sex. We have all had the experience of meeting someone and having an intellexual relationship. Yes I meant to spell it that way, because we are using our brains to have a little brain sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now. I will be updating with each new experience and hopefully you can share yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528456-109651070304104438?l=fatalist1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/feeds/109651070304104438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528456&amp;postID=109651070304104438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109651070304104438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528456/posts/default/109651070304104438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatalist1.blogspot.com/2004/09/fatalism.html' title='Fatalism'/><author><name>Fatalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16005902292774097128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
