If she holla (if, if, if she holla) let her go
Its nice when you know someboy is smittened by you. I have learnt that is a rather effortless chain reaction.I hooked up with Muffin last Monday, at his apartment. Saw me on CL. In his brief intro, he stated that he's a US national but failed to declare that he had 'oompa loopa' origins. And I cant believe I didn't detect it when he sent his pic!
Hence, when I appeared at his door, I was caught by surprised... again! 'Tis the second time this has happened. But I went in anyway and we sat and chatted while my meter starts ticking. I pacified myself - Com'on, its just for an hour. He's not that repulsive. Plus, you really need the money!
Muffin and I chatted for quite a bit (which is good cos he booked me for only an hour and we spent about 15 minutes getting to know each other). At first I thought he looked kinda gay. Not in the happy sense but as in homo. So when we surrendered to his bedroom, I was curious about what to expect. Thank goodness he prefers the lights off. And as he crawled onto me, our bodies glowed faintly under the moonlight that peered from the sheer curtains.
Turns out that Muffin is an avid muff-diver. For the first 10 mins, I was rather bored. He was good though but I'm actually not too excited about being on the receiving end of the oral-exam. I honestly feel that it is pretty disgusting for you to be licking my pussy. Really. Even I wouldnt lick my pussy. But I can't exactly tell the guy not to cos they're not paying for my enjoyment. So if licking pussy gives them pleasure then lick away, as I lie back, spread 'em legs like the eagle, moan a lil here and there and pretend to enjoy it.
As I laid on his cushy bed with his head inbetween my thighs, my thoughts kept ping-pong-ing from Popeye to Marcus. The fact that I couldnt see Muffin's face in the darkness was perfect. As he lapped up my lady-juices, I imagined that it was Marcus. When he shoved 2 fingers, I imagined that it was Popeye. When we kissed, I was kissing Marcus and when his face was burried in my bosom, he was Popeye.
Next 10 mins, I was excitedly planning where to go after this and contemplated to call Snoozer-Boy out for a quick fuck so that he'll stop texting me everyday already. All this while Muffin was still hard at work, divin deep into my ocean of treasures. I thought to myself, let's see how this goes - if this guy continues at this rate and can only afford a lame fuck, I'm calling in Plan B.
But soon after, Muffin started to pick up pace and inserted more fingers. It felt like 4 but I'm too squemish to imagine. He pumped me fast and hard, till my body was arched and from my decibel scale, I knew the Snoozer Boy plan had to be postponed.
At the end of it, we laid down facing each other as he stroked my hair and told me how beautiful I was (yeah yeah, blah blah blah). One really nice thing that he did and I won't forget was how he gently massaged my temples and it felt sooooooooo good. I felt so relaxed and could have just fallen asleep right there and then.
He texted me after I left to tell how much he enjoyed it... and he texted again the next morning and emailed when I didn't answer. At this point its obvious he's hooked. And I havent even got to return the muffing favour!
Other snippet updates:
- I think I've officially broken up with Dody. Its been 3 weeks since I ignored his msgs.
- Popeye emailed me to wish happy birthday. I'm touched that he even bothers.
- STILL pretty hung over Jacques. While other girls my age are raising little devils, I get to fuck a younger boy on my birthday, who unintentionally happens to be charmingly french, smart and left quite a deep impression with his insightful opinions. Plus, I get a birthday wish in french with an authentic french kiss. *Ouiiiiii!!!!!* Ouh, almost forgot. Jacques is also the first. The first guy I've ever met that does not like a blow. I almost thought that he was kidding. Well, to each his own. He could be my equivalent.
I might be meeting someone tomorrow but I dunno if its confirmed. If it happens then I'll be seeing a cute English lad (who's actually my age, but he believes I'm younger. Duh.)
Till then, practise safe sex bitches...
Cos shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover...
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