Tokyo Rose
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Posted:Aug 16, 2012 10:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 7:7 am
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She walked up to the bouncer and spread her arms in the traditional T as he ran the metal detector along her body. He winked at her and chuckled, “not like you can hide much in that dress.” He was right. She had picked out the red dress and black stilettos for tonight. She was dressed to kill. Her thigh high stockings were held up by a silky black garter, adorned with appliqué roses. Every step she took gave the onlooker an opportunity to appreciate the delicate decor of that silk as it peeked out through the side slits of her dress.
Alex knew exactly where she wanted to go and she made her way swiftly through the crowd. She lingered just a moment before she moved in to the corner seat at the bar. “If I may, a Tokyo Rose, please.” Her words were measured and exact, graced by a slight lilt.
The bartender paused, facing the back wall, she froze. She knew that voice, that lilt, and that drink. Could it be? After three years, could it really be her. She turned slowly with the drink in hand, and looked up to find her there. “Alex!” There was a mixture of surprise and regret in her voice, but she knew she had to face the inevitable.
A smile played upon Alex’s lips, but there were mixed emotions clouding her eyes. She focused on the beautiful brunette standing before her. Nothing had changed. “Carinna,” she whispered, “It’s been so long.” Carinna’s hair cascaded onto her shoulders, drawing the eye downward, tipping just above the fullness of her soft breasts. Alex remembered those breasts, the way they rose and fell as she leaned in for a kiss; the way they flushed pink with desire; the way they felt in her hands. She released a breath she wasn’t even aware she was holding, reached out for the drink and smiled, “thank you.”
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The Bookstore...
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Posted:Aug 9, 2012 6:08 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2012 8:09 pm
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Walking through the bookstore, she pauses to take note of some of the new clothing additions. Itʼs been a while since sheʼs been in there and she tries to get a feel for the new layout. She heads over to the general book section and searches the titles for the book she needs. Noting its absence, she decides to try the textbook section and walks towards the back of the store. 3 weeks into the semester, this section of the bookstore is fairly empty. She starts walking down the aisles finding herself in the furthest corner of the bookstore engrossed in all of the titles along the shelves. Absentmindedly she turns the corner and walks straight into him. Startled, she stammers, “Iʼm so sorry, I was...” Looking up, she immediately recognizes him from his pictures.
“Bella?” He questions, even though he already knows the answer. He steps back, not sure what to say or do, and they both stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity. Laughing, he says, “Sorry, I just never imagined turning a corner and finding you here on campus.” He looks at the books in her hand and asks, “Are you taking classes this semester?”
Smiling, she looks down at her pile of books, grateful for the icebreaker. “No,” She laughs, “Iʼm teaching a workshop.” She looks at him, taking in every inch of him. He already seems so familiar from their conversations and the pictures, but she finds herself at a loss. “I should pay for these,” she motions, as she shifts the stack of books from one arm to the other.
“Of course,” he reaches out to help her, “let me carry those for you.” His hand grazes hers as she reluctantly releases the books sheʼs been cradling. He carefully places the stack on the shelf behind him and wraps her in his arms before she can protest. No longer able to resist his instincts, he pulls her tightly against him and kisses her lips. “God, Iʼve been imagining that forever,” he whispers.
Lost in his kiss, she presses her body to his, forgetting where she is and why she is there. Caught in the depth of his eyes, she gives in to the moment and kisses him back deeply. Her fingers interlace around the back of his neck as the kiss deepens and she feels their bodies melding into each other. The intensity and the passion that have been mere words on a screen are now coming to life before her and her body is screaming with passion.
He pushes her against the endcap of the book shelves, pressing hard against her body, letting her feel the effect she is having on him. His hands quickly slide along the seam of her skirt, tugging gently until he reaches the hem. His hand slides beneath her skirt, trailing up her thigh, slowly moving inward as she shifts her body weight. His fingers lightly graze her inner thigh and he feels the heat emanating from her core. Carefully he draws his fingers along her panties, feeling the moisture that is building, then suddenly he removes his hand and releases her.
Standing there dumbfounded, she watches as he picks up her books and starts walking towards the registers. She hesitates, then follows him unsure of what comes next. Passing a mirrored post she glances at herself and notices the flushed look upon her
face. Trying to collect herself, she walks up to the register where he has placed her books and digs into her purse for her credit card. Her eyes constantly dart to where he is standing, a questioning look on her face as she tries to figure out what just happened. Silently, she finishes her transaction and reaches for her bags just as he does.
He smiles coyly and takes the bags, softly saying, “Lead the way.”
She walks on ahead, aiming for her car in the covered lot. Once they have cleared the bookstore, she stops and turns to look at him. “What was that?”
He chuckles, “What was what?” Smiling, he blows a kiss at her and repeats, “Lead the way.” Watching her as she turns and continues into the parking structure, he follows closely behind as they get on the elevator. “That was a taste,” he says teasingly.
“A taste?” She asks. “And just how fair is that?” She demands, turning on him as the elevator moves to the fifth floor. She turns to get out and heads for her car, wondering how wise this is. Feeling his presence so close behind, she realizes that itʼs too late to rethink her actions as her car is the only one on this floor. She walks straight over to her Lexus and unlocks the hatch, taking the bags from his hand and placing them in the back.
“Nice car,” He whispers, “but do you know, how dangerous it is to park up here all by yourself?” He watches as she closes the hatch and follows her to the driverʼs side. Pressing against her from behind, he leans into her ear and whispers, “A lot can happen up here, you know?” He uses his body weight to pin her against her door, feeling her whole body tense. Slowly, he drags his hands up along her thighs, over her hips, along her rib cage, and then pauses as he drops his hands down, grabbing hers. Firmly he pulls her arms above her head, gripping both of her wrists in one of his hands. He drops his other hand and resumes his exploration of her body, all the while whispering softly into her ear.
Her whole body tenses in response to his actions. Her mind races, wondering if this was a mistake. She gasps as he grips her wrists tightly and presses his body against hers. Moaning softly, she whispers, “oh, god, Baby, please.” Not fully certain what sheʼs pleading for, her body reacts and responds to his every move. Feeling his hard cock pressed against her ass, she leans her head back as she arches her hips to press back against him.
“Please, what, Baby?” He taunts her as her hips drive back into him making him even harder. He slides his hand back down to her skirt, tugging up on it until it is resting on her waist. Her ass now exposed as he admires the lacy thong that rests between her cheeks. He lightly runs his palm over her bare skin, moaning into her ear. “God, you feel so good.” Letting his fingers play beneath the lace, he carefully tugs it aside. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, letting her feel his hardness against her bare cheek, separated only by the denim of his jeans.
Her pulse racing and heart pounding she softly utters her desire. “Please, take me. I need to feel your cock inside me.” Her hips roll slowly against him to emphasize her words. Her whole body is lit on fire as his touch becomes more deliberate. Her moans softly filling the space between them. Her hands tug against his hold as she feels his grip tighten. She listens intently as she hears the muffled snap of his button being undone, then the quiet grind of the metal zipper being pulled down. Her breath catches in her throat as she whispers, “yesss.... Baby, you know what I need.”
His pulsing cock throbs as her words drive him on. Swiftly he releases the turgid shaft, feeling it spring from his jeans already solid and ready. He presses himself between her thighs, grazing her wet slit, coating his smooth cock with her juices. “Are you ready,” he moans in her ear. Her whimpers a clear enough answer. Taking his steeled shaft in his hand, he presses it firmly against her wet opening, feeling her tremble. Slowly, he pushes into her, filling her wet cavern. Giving her every inch of his cock until he is pressed all the way into her.
Her body tightens in response to his every action. Her heated walls wrap tight around his solid shaft. “Oh yes,” She gasps as she feels the very last inch of his cock enter her. Her muscles tighten and release around him as he slowly begins to move rhythmically in and out of her tight pussy. Pushing back against him as he thrusts into her, her body demands more. “Fuck me harder,” she whispers to emphasize her desires.
He increases his speed and tenor, thrusting his cock harder and faster as she moves her hips in time with his. Hearing her moans and whimpers, he senses her bodyʼs crescendo. He slows his rhythm slightly then picks up his pace again, driving her wild. Her soft sounds urging him on. Leaning in to her, he teases, “I donʼt think you are ready.”
She arches her hips, tugging harder against his grip. “Oh god, Baby...” Her words barely a whisper, yet filled with passion. Releasing a sudden groan as she feels his fingers drop to her clit, slowly circling her taut button. Her whimpers escalating as he plays with her pulsing clit while thrusting harder and faster.
Grunting quietly with every thrust, he tugs and pinches her clit. Gauging by her reaction how close he is driving her as his own body nears that edge of passion. The intensity between them reaching ultimate heights as they both cry out. His cock tenses and throbs deep inside her warmth just before exploding and filling her with his essence. Her body pushing against him at the same moment as her juices cover his cock, both of them driving through their orgasms. Bodies trembling and shuddering as they struggle to regain their breathing. He pushes against her, releasing her wrists, his lips seeking hers.
She presses back against him, sighing as their lips meet, murmuring, “Damn....”
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Summer Heat Continued...
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Posted:Jul 27, 2012 4:24 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2012 8:09 pm
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I feel her whispered breath upon my mound... She strategically places soft kisses so that my body is screaming to be taken care of. I catch my breath and plead with her. Just one lick... Just one touch... Her fingers continue to glide in and out of my sweet hole as I arch and plead. I feel her hands upon the inside of my knees, pushing them apart and back. Her fingers splay to hold my legs back over my hips and she swiftly begins lapping at my pussy.
Her tongue strokes are shallow at first. Teasing and taunting. But pretty soon she presses her tongue between my folds and begins to massage my hood with it. She expertly coaxes my clit into an appearance and then begins flicking at it with her tongue. As I feel my wetness building, I feel her press that skilled tongue upon my taint and I begin to squirm. She commands me to stay still. Threatens she'll leave if I don't listen. I calm myself as best I can, my pleas now soft murmurs. She begins again.. her tongue traveling from my soaked pussy, along my sensitive taint and swirls my tight little ass hole.
I buck my hips. Shuddering, I begin to cry out. Her lips and tongue drive me wild, causing me to grip and release wildly. My body nears that edge of pleasure where everything is a blur. I feel her thrusting hard, 3 fingers now. My pussy is screaming for release, but I contain myself. Waiting for her. Anticipating her instruction to explode.
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Summer Heat
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Posted:Jul 26, 2012 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2012 12:53 am
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I walk up to the roof top garden and scope out a place to relax. I notice the lounger off in the corner and make a beeline for it grateful that I work nights and most people are at work while I am home relaxing. I cover my body in baby oil, hoping for a bit of color to start off my summer. I slip into the lounger, face down, tugging my bikini bottom so that there is minimum coverage and slowly drift off to the music in my ears.
Just as I feel myself sinking into dreamland, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jolt up instantly, forgetting that I had untied my top. Focusing my eyes, I reach for my top and then stop, seeing only my neighbor Christina. "You startled me!" I laugh.
"Sorry." She smiles. "I was worried that you might burn." She places her hand on my thigh and leans into me, reaching for a bottle of sunblock. "Can I put some on you?"
I smile as she moves her hand up my thigh, setting down the sunblock. My lips meet hers and we kiss deeply. Knowing that she was just looking for an excuse to get her hands on my body, I simply forgo the games and pull her close. I caress her soft curves, teasing as my fingers graze just a breath away from her nipples.
She presses my thighs apart. Grazing her fingers close to my sweet wetness, but keeping a teasing distance.
I break the standoff by gently flicking a finger at her nipple. She moans softly, pressing her finger to my wet folds. Our tongues caress and devour each other as we both whimper with pent up desire.
My fingers caress her breasts, capturing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.Tugging gently, yet firmly, I feel her start to arch her back. I gasp as she pushes two fingers into my wet pussy. Her eyes lock on mine and she begins to push and pull through my wetness, sucking on my tongue as she does so.
I moan with abandon as we are alone on the roof and arch my hips against her hand. She pushes me down and commands that I relax, then she kneels between my legs.
...to be continued...
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Back to the Hallway
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Posted:Jul 25, 2012 3:33 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2012 12:53 am
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It finally happened... I walked out into the hallway one morning to pick up my paper and there she was watching one of her adonises walk away. She looked over at me and sighed, one of those deep sighs that resonates from the core. "Good morning," I uttered, forced into conversation as our eyes met. My eyes struggled not to travel along her body, but I couldn't help noticing she was in a lavender, silk kimono; the kind with the soft delicate flowers. I pulled my eyes away from her and glanced down at myself in a grey cotton robe, sighing quietly as I realized she had engaged me in a conversation.
"... they just don't get it, you know?" She was saying.
My cheeks flushing as I tried to catch up, "Who?"
"Men! Hmmph!" She had taken a step in my direction.
"Would you care for a cup of tea?" What else could I do but invite her in?
We sat upon my couch drinking tea as she lamented about how men were inconsiderate and bumbling when it came to sex. She kept saying, "You know what I mean," and I kept looking for a way to tell her I really didn't. Finally, she gave me an opening, "so, do you have a regular guy, or are you still fishing, like me?"
Blushing slightly I take the bait, "I haven't really been with a guy in a long time."
"Ahh, I see," she then offered, "I have a few friends I can hook you up with if you're interested."
I nearly spit my tea out, and then regained my composure, "Oh, I've written them off."
"Who?" She asked in a surprised tone.
"Men," I smiled at her sudden recognition.
"Why?"
"They're selfish." I didn't know what else to say.
Her eyes met mine as if for the first time really seeing me. "I never really thought to do that." She leaned into me, whispering, "but how do you take care of your needs?"
I started slowly, explaining about my college room mate at first and then about how I started seeing fewer men and more women.
She sat riveted on the edge of her chair, hanging on every word. Then she softly whispered, "I've wondered what it would be like."
My first reaction was to take her then and there, but I needed to be more subtle than that. It was hard to miss the fact that we were both in our robes and I felt so inferior to this redheaded goddess. My mind was racing as I tried to figure out how to make the most of this opportunity.
"But don't you miss it?" There it was! Her question opened up my greatest opportunity.
"Miss what?"
"You know..." She had leaned in to emphasize her point, inadvertently letting her robe fall open. "A man's body."
I smiled and suggested, "Would you like to see why I don't miss a man's body?"
Her eyes sparkled as if we were two teens conspiring, "Yes!"
So I offered her my hand and led her to my bedroom. I reached for the second drawer in the night stand, pulling it open wide and watched as her eyes took each of my toys in, capturing every detail. Instinctively she reached for one that caught her attention, but stopped herself and looked over at me, "may I?"
"Of course," I smiled. She had been drawn to my favorite. An eight inch glass dildo of average girth but with a series of coiled veins wrapped around it. She inspected it closely as I told her about some of my other favorite pieces. Her fingers caressed it and turned it in her hands. I leaned in close and whispered, "trust me, it does the trick."
And then, there it was... the opening... "Show me," she whispered sultrily. Placing the dildo in my hand and leaning back on my bed as she untied her kimono.
Our eyes locked as she lay there, offering her body to me. I finally had what I had desired for so long. I brought the cool glass to my lips and slowly swirled my tongue around it. I pressed it between my lips and got it nice and wet as I crawled into the bed beside her. I leaned forward and pressed it to her clit, feeling her tremble. She untied my robe and pulled me to her. As we kissed softly, I began to work the dildo into her tight little pussy, twisting it into her, then pulling it back so she could feel every nuance of the winding veins. I continued to push it in and out of her hot little cunt, keeping it at a steady rhythm.
I pulled my lips from hers, leaned onto my elbow and watched her look of bliss as I drove the glass cock into her. Over and over again, I thrust it... twisted it... Her hips lifted wildly off my bed. Her whimpered sounds of pleasure driving me wild as I crawled between her legs and slowly circled my tongue around her clit while still driving the dildo into her at a steady pace.
She placed her hand upon my head and held me to her as her body began to tense. I eagerly awaited her juices as she tensed and cried out for me. I drove the dildo deep inside her once more and then pulled it out and lapped up her sweet nectar.
That night marked the beginning of a very wonderful friendship, and tho neither of us truly gave up men, we definitely managed to explore our options.
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Warning... I'm going to RANT
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Posted:Jul 24, 2012 4:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 7:7 am
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I was banned from a room today... guilty by association I was told... That's fine... I can handle that... But when you start insulting me and accusing me of all kinds of bullshit that I don't even understand.. I draw the line... My response to the cowardly email.. was "YOUR LOSS" that's it.. no insults, no attacks, no excuses... what did I get in return??? More insults and accusations.... but then... the coward decides to block me so that he can get his final words in... Truth is... I've been around long enough... rivalries happen... misunderstandings take place.... CYBER friendships are damaged.... well... LEAVE ME OUT OF IT!!! If your lives are so pathetic that your happy little chatroom is your everything.. so much so that you will insult someone who has treated you with nothing but respect... then go FUCK YOURSELF... but leave me out of it... I have a life... a REAL one... go get some people skills and learn how to live outside of this cyber realm...
** For those of you who read this and are not a party to any of it.. forgive my rant. It is the only way for me to release my disappointment for the pathetic fools into the ether...
PLEASE DON'T COMMENT AND DON'T ASK ME WHO OR WHAT ROOM... I just needed to vent.
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Hallway Pleasures
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Posted:Jul 23, 2012 12:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2012 1:25 pm
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My eyes linger upon her body, watching her walk past me a dozen times a day, but never gaining the courage to speak to her. Her fiery red hair floats past me, scented in sweet fruits and intoxicating florals, tempting me.. nay.. daring me to touch it. In my mind I have held numerous conversations with her. I know her every like and dislike. But the truth is, I fear she will never be interested in me.
Her dates are men. Tall, muscular types, that tower over her petite frame. And very few make it to a second date. She wields a sense of dominance that I am sure few men can handle, yet I long to feel her power... long to meet her needs. I hear her impassioned cries on occasion, but I can tell that she needs more. These walls can only mask so much as her cries fade prematurely and I know her body is left wanting.
I envision running into her in the hall and kissing her hard. Pressing her body against the wall as I devour her with my lips. I let my hands explore her body, caressing every curve. I delicately trace the curves beneath her ample breasts and draw my fingers to her nipples, slowly circling, teasing, taunting.
She begs me to take her. Pleading for more as she grinds herself against my thigh. I smile and whisper, "not yet, my sweet." Then I walk away, a cheshire grin on my face as I anticipate our next encounter in the hall.
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Put that tongue to work....
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Posted:Jul 20, 2012 12:55 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2012 12:52 am
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The tongue is such an amazing tool when it comes to sexuality. From the art of teasing words to the art of cunnilingus and everything in-between... it is a crucial tool to understand. I love it when a man whispers sweet nothings in my ear as his tongue gently laps at the ever sensitive lobe. And when a woman lets her tongue linger just long enough on the warmth of my neck before exploring my skin downward... mmmm it is so hot!!! But the tongue circling around my hard, pert nipple.... damn!!! few things get me as wet!!! But the tongue lapping between my soft, moist folds.... mmm.. makes me shudder just thinking about it... whether it is attached to a man or woman..... the art of drawing that tongue softly between my folds... tasting... exploring.... pressing firmer as it glides.... pressing flat against my clit.. circling the hard little nub... gliding in and out of my hot, wet hole... mmmm... I've gotta go.... let me know what you think...
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What I Like...
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Posted:Jun 22, 2012 11:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2012 5:36 pm
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Damn... 4 years ago I would have told you I had a pretty mundane sex life... but recently, I discovered I have a voracious appetite for exploration...
I love women... OMG do I ever. I crave being with women for every aspect of it. I think women are so much more sensual than men. I love the scent of a woman. I'm not just talking the sweet scent between her legs.. but the overall scent... and I love kissing women... Well.. I think kissing is my greatest turn on, overall.. but kissing a woman.. mmmm.... her soft, sweet lips... the gentle exploration.. building passion... whew! What can I say... I love women.
But don't get me wrong... I could never live without men... There are some things only a man can provide. There's a sense of sexual tension and roughness that I get from a man that I could never get from a woman... And then there's... well.. the obvious... the physical connection of body parts designed for each other... mmm... love it!! And ladies please don't argue that a strap-on can provide the same pleasure.. because it can't!
Now.. my ideal... well.. hell.. give me a sexy man AND a sexy woman all at once and I will be in sexual heaven!! Yes.. the classic threesome is my ideal...
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The ART of Scening....
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Posted:Jun 21, 2012 2:42 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2012 11:22 am
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Yes... it is an art. As much as I love to sit around and tease every guy in the room with a few of my sexy RL adventures... I really love to sit back and watch a good scene. What defines a good scene? You ask. Glad you asked...
1. It's realistic- as your words hit the page.. The actions make sense...
2. It's descriptive- I can visualize exactly what your words are describing.. and it is so well described... that my fingers start wandering...
3. It's more than one word answers... but not a lot of fluff... I want clear and intimate details... but don't bore me metaphors and similes... turn me on with just the right amount of detail... Is it wet? warm? glistening? mmmm... get my fingers moving with just the right words....
4. It's rife with sensual words... not just nasty words.... I want a guy to fuck me hard... but I'm going to need a lot of touches, caresses, kisses... along my soft folds, pert nipples, warm lips... mmmm... get the picture?
I think 4 rules should be enough. I'm not quite sure what else there is out there... but please... please... don't make it sound like you just need to get it over with...
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In the beginning...
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Posted:Jun 19, 2012 12:44 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2012 12:51 am
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I guess I could start with once upon a time... There was a lonely girl... nahhh... I don't like it! Let's go with this... many years ago, i became a paying member of this site. I cruised the rooms at night.. suffered many an insomniac bout.. made many friends... then found out many were fakes... still have a few friends... So then.. I walked away... I was done with the drama and the chaos... I called it a day, licked my wounds... and lived my life in the REAL venue... Now I'm back. I know all the tricks and I know all the pitfalls... so please forgive me if I seem cold or distant... I'm not here to please anyone but myself.. If i engage in a scene.. I want it to drive me to touch myself... If I click on a cam.. I want to drive the person on the other end to orgasm... but not without reward for me... so... I guess what I'm saying is I'm new, but not really... I know the deal and I am going to steer completely free of the pitfalls... I don't want love and friendship... I want to be turned on...
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