June 27, 2009

Playing With Piercings


Hey everyone, sorry for the delay but moving took priority over dating, but tonight I am back with another adventure, so I hope you enjoy.

This particular adventure actually started the night before, with a very interesting conversation online. I had gotten her messenger name from the profile and promptly messaged her. The first thing we started talking about is how we both had just moved; however, she was going from being on her own to being with friends while my situation was a little different. I should have picked up the cues when she was telling me that she gets sad easily and that’s why she wanted to live with friends, but little did I know just how much of an open book she would be. However, after one awkward comment we ended up just having a whole lot in common, which should have been my first clue that the date was going to get weird.

The conversation had gone on for a while and she wanted to start talking about her “kinks”. The first and foremost of these is something called a sanguiphile, which is such an obscure kink that my spell checker doesn’t even recognize it. However, for those not in the know it is someone who is sexually aroused by blood and puncturing, really she had done it all though. Which, of course, she went into detail about during our conversation. She had participated in everything from bondage, to being a collared sex slave, to bukkake, and MMF threesomes. Really, it was quite the repertoire, she had also done something else she wanted to show me that night, which was fun on her webcam. While some of my adventures have been weird and out there this girl only hours after we had met was naked on webcam using a purple rubber toy on herself. Needless to say I was determined to meet her the next night.

Oh yes, we each had one...

While plans were still up in the air for her I managed to convince her to come over and watch a movie with me. She lives in Capital Hill so it was easy to find her new home and go pick her up. When I got there I was pleasantly surprised because she was much more attractive in person then on her webcam or in her pictures online, however she also managed to sneak up on my car and startled me. Great first impression for me was being startled by her rapping on my window. Anyways, she gets in and we drive back, have a fairly normal conversation about our days and other mundane things, little did I know that would be the only thing resembling normal for our conversation for the whole night.


We get back to my apartment, which was a little messy but I knew she understood having just moved herself, and tried to decide on a movie. She was incredibly indecisive and harkened back to being extremely submissive in bed, so I came to the conclusion to watch Gran Torino. Little did I know that the entire movie was about racist towards an Asiatic people, and here I am sitting next to a Chinese girl. Oh well, thank god the movie was really but led to some fairly odd conversations. For instance, I didn’t need to know during the movie that she was adopted and was at odds with her white foster parents, but such information was being offered up all night. The one frustrating thing about the movie was that she continuously made it awkward to try and get an arm around her. Her back was hurting and I was honestly feeling bad about making her sit on my bed in maybe a less then comfortable situation, but I was trying to be as accommodating as possible.

So the movie ends and she is sitting up rubbing her back, so I decide to make a much bolder move and kind of get her to lay down on my bed. The next thing I do is start giving her a back rub, but without any massage oil I’m worried I was just making things worse. She assured me it was still good and that’s when we started talking more again. The first thing I noticed was the large tattoo on her back, it was some sort of rose symbol. She gave me a very length story about its origins, which happen to be in a hard core bondage story that anyone who knows anything about bondage knows. She basically told me she had the equivalent of a bondage swastika on her back, and that other people who know bondage can recognize her because of it. I found that piece of information both horrifying and interesting as the same time. I asked her if she planned on having any other tats and she very nonchalantly comments that she plans on getting her son’s birthday tattooed onto the back of her neck where it can be covered up by her hair.

I was startled but tried not to show it; however, this tid bit of information also led her to tell me about nearly her entire sexual history, at least that I didn’t know before. This included, but was not limited to, being engaged to her previous boyfriend, who ended up knocking her up, moving to Virginia for an army boyfriend, being homeless in Detroit, having lots of nude pictures of her on the internet, and meeting lots of new friends when she was committed to an asylum after trying to commit suicide. Apparently, asylums are bad and make you feel crazier then you already are… or at least that’s what she says. I’ll take her word for her on that one. I did not offer up nearly as much crazy personal information but she was willing to talk for a long time so that was fine by me.

Her one related experience was bad, I did not ask for elaboration.


After a long talk we ended up just laying down in my bed, I had my arms around her and it was really just relaxing. The conversation was less crazy and had died down to talk about the simple things, like video games and D&D, and how she thought Warhammer was cool, you might not believe me but it is true. However, I took this opportunity to reach down her shirt and start on my first piercing, her nipples. It was fun and she liked It rough so it was fun to pull and twist them and have her squirm underneath it. However after playing with her piercings for a while it became clear that having her shirt half on was silly, and we quickly took off most of the clothes we had on. I was in just underwear and she was just in this cute pink g-string that was very fun to snap back onto her. For some reason, I spent a lot more time on foreplay then I was used to and I finally realized that it was because she wasn’t doing anything without me telling her to do it. I eventually moved down to eat her out and realized her clit was pierced to. The nice thing about this piercing is that it is like a light house for where to concentrate your efforts on, and the reward is simple and fun for her.

She had mentioned in a previous conversation that she had learned how to deep throat with her previous boyfriend, so I took the opportunity to ask her to show me. With me sitting down, and with me standing up she wasn’t able to though, I was a little disappointed but a few previous dates had made the same attempt but were not able to so I didn’t think about it. I put her back on the bed and slipped a condom on, and started out in the missionary position. One thing I’ve begun to realize is that my technique in this position is seriously lacking, but it is usually how I start and maybe I rush things a little. However, what the largest problem was for me is that her piercings, ten in total, were everywhere and I kept getting caught up with them, especially worried about getting cut by some of the sharp things hanging off her ear. She realized what was going on and made some comment about how she wouldn’t mind if I got cut on something but she probably realized I wouldn’t like it. I took this opportunity to get her on top, which was a lot more fun. She really enjoyed bouncing up and down and spent a long time just working it, which was easy for me but was ultimately not cutting it for me. Lastly, I turned her over and worked her hard doggy style, which was I think the best for both of us. I could change pace and depth very easily and finally we had finished.

I went to go wash up and she collapsed on the bed, not really looking to move. I came back and we just kind of laid there for a while, she laughed at all the sweaty spots that had formed, and I ended up getting pretty tired, naturally so we had been at it for over an hour and a half when you factored in foreplay. So she asked to take her home and I naturally obliged. I think this is when she told me she had been with men, women, and transvestites and I figured why the hell not it fit in with everything else that had happened. I really hope I get to hit that again, I just don’t know if I could keep up with the kinks.

Update: In the past two weeks she has been fairly unresponsive to my advances so we will see if that happens.

June 5, 2009

The My Space Angle Game

Well, it happened again, as you should expect I got my space angled.  It wasn't as bad this time but I came to the conclusion.  Anyways, onto the entertainment.

I was coming from the east side to a coffee shop by .  I am not great with directions so finding a coffee shop in Seattle was like searching for a needle in a hay stack.  Also, finding parking was horrible so I ended up in the Baskin Robins of the place next to where I was going.  I walk in the Starbucks and see a lot of people around and only one girl in the place who is alone.  I don't find her particularly attractive but I can tell she is the girl from the picture online.  In a desperate attempt hoping it’s not, I look around confused check my phone and go to Baskin Robins.  I get a smoothie it was delicious, never hung out with the girl though.

Just kidding, I send her a text message and tell her to meet me in Baskin Robins.  I casually wait in line in a position so that I can see the shared corner of the BR and Starbucks.  Sure enough, she came around the corner lumbering, her frame engulfing my vision as I realize that I was myspaced once again.  Actually she wasn’t all that bad, but initial deceit of such caliber is unforgivable, so I decided to make this a one-time deal only.  I get my smoothie and she comes up behind me, tentatively saying my name.  Of course I respond with smoothie and hand and we decide to go for a walk around a part of Greenlake.

 The walk was fairly interesting but ultimately boring from a reader’s perspective.  We talked about life and how we were where we are now and all that other boring get to know you kind of stuff.  Didn’t get it out of the way having not talked to her for more than a few sentences before and couldn’t try to avoid it being in public and all.  However, the weather was gorgeous and I couldn’t help but enjoy myself.  She really is a nice girl, and not terrible looking, I just happened to be past that stage of this blog, unless I am tricked again.  It happens, especially online.

Anyways, half way through the walk I decide it is about time to start making things interesting.  However, because the conversation was going so well I wanted to do it in an unobtrusive way.  Well here is the deal; I spent the rest of the walk only viewing her from the my-space angle she used.  This was 80 degrees to the right of her and facing from above.  This wasn’t very difficult because I am taller and had longer strides, but it was hilarious having her try to stand in a different angle then me.  Basically I got to laugh inside for the duration of the night. 

After the walk we decided to hunt down a scrabble board, which was actually the reason we decided to hang out in the first place.  So we jump in my car and poorly navigate our way to the nearest target.  Finding a scrabble board was easy, but trying to stand in line and keep her in the my space angle proved to be the real challenge.  I opted to actually just keep her partially out of vision for a good portion of moving through Target so it wasn’t a big issue.

Afterwards we went back to her place to throw down in some scrabble.  Nice place and all, kind of made me feel weird since she was living in a multi story town home and I’m moving into a studio.  I put the scrabble board down and she sat down, naturally I take a seat next to her instead of across.  This gave me both a good view of the room we were in and a my space angle of her.  The game went hilariously well… for me.  I ended up doubling her score, and that pretty much concluded the night.  Things were most interesting when leaving the apartment because I stuck to my guns and kept the my space angle going.  She was letting me out the door and I made sure to stand at the myspace angle in the door way, and then again at the my space angle next to my car.  We parted ways and I drove home.  


Wanted to add a picture but it wasn't working right, sorry everyone.