Eric... you're just too great! Keep writing these letters of yours
and I'll be streaking across football fields in no time! I think I
really am starting to realize how silly it is for worrying about all
this though. If a man finds me sexy with my clothes on, chances are
he's not going to run out of the room when I take them off! If
there's one thing I've learned from watching and talking with
my guy friends, it's that they really are just horny boys who will do
anything for pussy!
** Well, now you know. . .and
I'm glad that you know. Also, before you run across any
football field, do be sure to e-mail me and let me know what day, and
what channel so I can tune in! =0) And yeah, as you can clearly
see. . .horny boys, turn into horny men. 'Nuff Said.
It's great that you and your wife still like to get crazy! I
think I'm on the same page as she is when you say she likes it rough.
I love a man who isn't afraid to take charge and do things his way,
nothing sexier (Well, except for an 8 inch cock, that's always a
plus! Your wife is extremely lucky! ;))
** You little
vixen you. . .yeah, wifey tells me all the time she's lucky to have
me, and naturally being the mush monster that I am, I reciprocate and
tell her the same. And yes, I do take control, and roughhouse
it up. She loves it. She likes her ass smacked, and her
hair pulled too.
Hah, I'm a redhead. Confidence booster
#2! I've got the whole irish/swedish look going for me. Freckles,
light complexion, auburn hair, although I must say I've gotten a
little too much sun this summer, I'm much darker then usual...
** What?!?! When were you planning on telling
me this?!? I'm such a sucker for redheads, it's unbelievable.
Tell me your eyes are green or light brown, and you'll have me
thinking about becoming a polygamist -- I shit you not! Yeah,
the freckles drive me nuts. . .they look like cinnamon sprinkles!
And there ain't no such thing as being "darker than usual". .
.as long as you got those tan lines where it counts. .
.mmmmmm-hhmmmmmm. . .okay had a little daydream there. I'm done
now. I've only been with 3 redheads in my lifetime, and they
blew my socks off (one of them did it literally too). The first
one was a chick I met in Brooklyn (I'm originally from New York) on
the 4 train going up-town (can you tell I remember it like it was
yesterday??), and I was on my way to work (I worked at a cell phone
store at the time), and wouldn't you know it, she got off at the same
stop as me, and asked me about my cell phone (I was one of the first
people with the Nokia 8860 back when AT&T had a contract with Nokia
to produce the phone solely for AT&T subscribers for like the first 3
years [aka "The Matrix" phone] -- funny how history repeats itself,
they did the same shit with the iPhone), and I explained it to her,
and we got to talking and such. I flat out told her I thought
she was dime. Her response?? "Well, you're pretty cute
too. You got a girl?" I did, at the time (bad, Eric,
shame on you), but I lied and said "no" of course (give me a break, I
was young and immature). I asked her if she wanted to give me
her phone number so we could get together later after I got off work.
She said yes. . .well later came and went, I called her, and
she didn't answer her phone. Of course I thought to myself:
"Shit. . ." -- she was sexy too. Wearing a little cream
trenchcoat, and had her hair in a ponytail, with glasses on.
She resembled like a librarian, or a schoolteacher. Just
when I thought I had been blown off. . .I got a call from her later
that night (it was late too -- around 10 or 11 at night. I had
called her at 5 when I had gotten off work). She asked me what
I was doing, and asked me if I wanted to meet her somewhere to hang
out for awhile, of course you know I went. What I didn't know
is that where she wanted me to meet her (a subway station stop in
Brooklyn -- I lived in Queens at the time) was a block from her
place. When I got there (almost an hour or so later), she was
wearing the same trenchcoat and you could see underneath she had
pajamas on (the pajama pants where showing from the bottom of the
trenchcoat), and slippers. So seeing her like that, I asked
where we were going. And she said in a real quiet voice, "Back
to my place." I told her she didn't even know me and that I
could be a serial killer, and she laughed and said that's a chance
she was willing to take. We went back to her place, sat on her
couch, and watched a movie. Eventually she laid down, and put
her legs across my lap. I started to massage her feet, and work
my way up her leg. . .I didn't even need to "coax" my way to her
pussy, she grabbed my hand, and put it there herself. She was
SOOOO wet too. I almost melted like butter when by thumb rubbed
against her clit, cause I could FEEL how moist she was. So I
played with her clit a bit, and her pussy kept making "noise" (you
know the noise a pussy makes when it's super wet), and it turned me
on so badly. . .I lifted her up, pulled her pants off, laid her on
the carpet, and proceeded to eat her out like I was a starving kid
from another country. She didn't give me head, which would have
been a plus that night, but we did bone like crazy, and like 2-3
times that night. It was GOOD. I was just amazed that I
had just met this girl that morning, and that a few hours later, here
she is riding me like a Harley Davidson in the summertime! We
kept having "booty calls" pretty regularly for the next few months
after that. Eventually we killed everything, because we had an
agreement with each other that if either one of us started to have
"feelings", that we would kill it altogether. That started to
happen, not just with her, but with me too. She told me that
she would have my children if I asked her to! So we ended it,
on Valentine's Day of all days too! Probably not such a good
idea, thinking back on it now. But the reason why we had the
agreement was because the relationship started out purely sexual.
I think we could have been "together", but like the fool I was
back then, I didn't tell her that, because my pride held me back.
But what's done is done.
The next chick was a girl
that I sort of "knew" but not really. She was more of an
acquaintance I guess you could say (she was the girlfriend of a guy
who's cousin I was friends with). Well, somehow or another we
ended up with each other's AOL screen names (I forget the reason why,
but the reason was totally legitimate at the time). So we start
talking online, and what not, and we started talking about chicks
online and she asked me what I thought about HER. Of course I
was blatantly honest, and told her I thought she was very pretty, and
that Brad (her boyfriend was lucky). Well, she used me as a
sounding board that night to explain all the reasons about why Brad
was an "asshole" and what not, and that she wanted to end it with
him. Of course, I couldn't be in the middle of that, and I told
her that me, Brad and William were all cool, and that it would be
fucked up, if I was in the middle of all that. So she agreed to
not talk to me about it anymore. . .but slowly but surely, I found
myself listening to her berate this guy again. So finally, I
just told her, so why don't you break up with him then?!? She
said that she had tried, but he didn't accept it, or some shit like
that (I guess it can be hard to break up with somebody). She
said she needed to make him understand by having him catch her with
someone else. Then she got kinda quiet. Now, of course, I
suspected what she was thinking, but I wasn't gonna confirm or not.
She didn't say anything about it while we talked online.
A few days later when we all got together to go ice-skating,
she had mentioned to me that she wanted me to show her how to
ice-skate, since I was the best out of all us, and had my own skates.
So I asked Brad if he was cool with it, and he said, as long as
I didn't let her fall, he was fine with it. So we started
holding hands, and skating around. Then she tells me she
thought of someone she could cheat on him with. I asked her
who, and she just smiled, and gave me this dirty little look, and I
told her I didn't want to fuck things up between the 4 of us.
So she said she wouldn't tell him, and that it would just allow
her to experience someone else. So like the horny fuck I was, I
agreed, especially since she was VERY sexy. She was a "shorty".
She was 5'3" or maybe 5'4" and weighed 130 lbs or so. Now
if you know about weight, you know on a girl that short, the extra
pounds distribute to her thighs and ass. The amazing thing was,
she wasn't fat at all. . .she was more like a "thick" girl. She
had really sexy thick legs, and a nice ass (small tits, but I was not
complaining). She had green eyes, red hair, and the freckles
you spoke about. . .only on like her face and shoulder area though. .
.they dispersed further down her back, and she has this cute little
mole right in the area between where her pussy and leg met. So
yeah, the next night. . .we fucked. . .in Brad's bed of all places.
That went on for about 2-3 months before Brad started to wonder
why she wanted to hang out with me all the time. That stupid
girl eventually told him why she was hanging out with me all the
time! But whatever, it was fun while it lasted. She let
me cum on her face, swallowed, gave amazing head, and LOVED doggy
style. One time she told me to come inside her and I did.
It felt good, but damn was it scary afterwards! She was
on the pill though, and I was SO relieved when I found out she was!
But in between Brad finding out, I just used to think to
myself, when I'd watch him kiss her and stuff, like damn, she my cum
on her lips just a couple hours ago. It was the most
entertaining fucking thing ever!
The next one I met in
Philadelphia. As it turned out she was just there visiting, and
lived in New Jersey. So we exchanged numbers, and got together
eventually. She became my girlfriend, and was my girlfriend for
like 7 months or so, until I fucked up royally and told her that I
wanted to be single again. That left her crying, and me feeling
like an asshole for like the next couple months. That was when
I decided that if I found a girl again who I had a good relationship
with, I would lock her down, and marry her. That is how I came
to be married to my wife of 9 years.
I think the problem
lots of people have (Mainly women) is that they look at all the flaws
in themselves instead of focusing on the hundreds of positives they
may have! For example, I think I have an amazing ass, but I wish my
boobs were bigger.
** Would you send me some pictures
dammit?!?! You can't sit here and tell me that you're my
favorite (a redhead), and that "you have an amazing ass", and then
NOT send me some pics of you!!
And I love the color and
shape of my pussy, but obviously wish it was smaller, etc. If more
people focused on the positives instead of all the negatives, I think
many would find themselves feeling better about themselves day by
day, and it would definitely help them accept other peoples
flaws.
** Yeah, I bet I'd love the color and shape of it
too! Have I mentioned you should send me pics (you should send
me pics)?? Well, stop wishing it was smaller. . .there's no
reason to think that way anymore. . .you opened a can of worms now.
You've started to realize how sexy you are. . .there is no
"proverbial" turning back at this point. You can only go
forward babe! The only reason people focus on negativity in the
first place, is because unfortunately, as human beings, we define our
lives, and substantiate our presence in the world by how much we've
suffered, not by how much we've enjoyed (well some of us do it by how
much we've enjoyed). It's okay to notice the negativity around
you, since it shows you contrast to realize how much is out there
that you can actually ENJOY!
I wish I thought like that,
but alas it's easier said then done. In fact sometimes I wish I saw a
flaw on me that was visible, such as a giant mole on my face, that
way people would know what they were getting into beforehand and it
wouldn't a be a huge surprise. Oh well, people just have to live with
what they've got I suppose.
** What?!? From what I
can see, you've ALREADY been thinking like that. You've made
some made strides since this thread started, correct me if I'm wrong.
People don't need to "know what they're getting into with you
beforehand". To say that would be to say that something about
you is "different" or that you've maligned the person in someway by
not mentioning to them that you have thick pussy lips. Pussies
are as unique as cocks. Ever notice that some cocks bend a
certain way, and other bend another way. I'm SURE there are men
out there that think to themselves: "Well, ho hum, if only my dick
was bent this way, I'd feel much better about myself", but the
majority of us (and correct me if I'm wrong here fellas), just don't
give a fuck. All we can think of is how much of it we can fit
into the nearest pussy. Women should and could have the same
attitude. Don't think to yourself: "Oh, I need to let this dude
know what he's getting into. . .", instead look at him, and say to
yourself, "I wonder how long he'll last when I my pussy gets hold of
his cock!" I'd even go as far as saying (if I wore your shoes):
"My pussy is gonna milk this fucker's cock like no other pussy he's
ever had." Know why? Your pussy works exceptionally good
on that. The lips are bigger, and wrap the dick better.
This isn't to say that chicks with smaller pussy lips can do
the same job. . .it's just that it would be easier for you since your
lips are larger. It's analogous to a man who's got a long thick
cock, compared to a guy who has a long thin one. Some women
would enjoy the long thin one, and the long thick one, but most women
(and correct me if I'm wrong ladies) would prefer the long thick one,
since it has a higher propensity of hitting certain spots to make
them reach orgasm easier. So if you summed that up with women,
it would be similar. I've had many a thin pussy, and many a
thick pussy, and I can see beyond a reasonable doubt that the thick
pussy definitely has an advantage in making me come, however, it also
is something that the woman that pussy is attached has to know how to
use to her advantage. It's like a guy with a long thick cock,
that has no idea how to use it. Or like having no a
cheeseburger with no cheese. A hot dog with no ketchup.
Peanut butter with no jelly. You get the point.
It's just not a good thing if you don't know how to use it,
regardless of what kind of pussy / dick you have.
I
DEFINITELY agree with you here. I can't even begin to describe how
many times I've thought someone was good looking at first, and then
discovered that when they opened their mouth I just wanted to wire it
shut. Personality is a big part of attraction!
**
Yes, big time! I remember this one girl who was gorgeous.
Christine. Blonde, big titties (natural D's), nice firm
round ass, really tall long legs, and dressed real skanky (just how I
like 'em). She was a total bitch to the people around her
though, because she was pretty, and it made me feel strange because
the people she would be bitchy towards were people that knew I was a
cool guy, and that I wasn't like her. Of course, I had to stop
hanging out with her (after I fucked her of course. You know I
had to hit that!) =0) So wasn't worth it though. She was
one of those I mentioned above, that had the right "tools" (she
didn't have thick pussy lips though. . .she had thin pussy lips) but
just laid there and moaned. I turned her over, because she
started to annoy me, hit it doggy style (she couldn't handle it, and
got REALLY loud), and came all over her ass (she had a tramp stamp,
so it was VERY enjoyable).
Ahh, my boytoy just called me,
I'm going to meet him at the park for a quicky, haha. We've never
even hooked up before, but you know what? Oddly enough I don't even
care. I'm just gonna walk on over to him like I'm Megan Fox and get
what I want!
** You kick ass. I see that one went
well. The first of many to come I'm thinking, now that you know
the truth. As they say, "the truth shall set you free".
And yeah, Megan Fox is hot as shit too. Totally my type
of chick. I like dark hair, and light eyes too, but not more
than I like redheads. So worse case scenario, you can be my own
personal Megan Fox. =0) Take care, and talk to you soon my
little "Chimp"!