I Love Foreigners

Happy Halloween!!!

Posted on: December 11, 2009

Halloween is my favourite holiday. I love costumes, I love candy, I love parties… and I love how people get to feel a bit less inhibited when in costumes + some (or a lot) of drinks.

One Halloween party I will always remember was in a disco. I went as a devil (well, it suits me!), but not as a sexy-short-skirt-devil, i like to dress as a mean, bad devil, with lots of make up, red eyeshadow and very dark lips. I was definitely not going for sexy, unless you look at it in some morbid way.

The party was great, my friends and I had a great time. We were about to leave when I saw an old class mate from high school. I had had a crush on him like 7 years before, but well… the spark was still there. He spotted me and asked me to stay a bit longer, so my friends left. We danced a bit and went to the smokers area upstairs.

We were talking closely cos the place was packed. He was smoking, and I grabbed one lollipop I had “earned” that night. He finished his cigarette but we stayed there, talking very closely, he said I looked different, wilder, sexier. I laughed. He licked my lollipop and gave me a naughty look. I returned the look and took a long, slow lick too. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I could feel my temperature rising fast. This guy was hot, and horny as hell.

We drove to the closest motel, and let me tell you, that boy was full of surprises. He undressed me with a passion I hadn’t seen in a long time, he was eager, he was all over me. When we were naked he took his time, teasing me, making me hotter and wetter every second. He went down on me, with the same hunger I described before, like he hadn’t had sex for years, like I was the sexiest thing on earth. He made me come twice before he decided to go inside me.

And there we went again, I was overwhelmed by the sensations, he was everywhere, and it felt like he knew exactly what I wanted and when.

By the end I had lost count of my orgasms, and was exhausted and happy, but mainly exhausted, I needed a bed, but to sleep!! We got dressed and I sat on a table resting while he gathered his stuff. He came up to me, caressed my legs up my thighs, lifting the long dress a bit, pushed my panties to a side and started to finger me, i couldn’t even speak… I was coming before I could say “enough for one night” (I only had that thought 2 times in my life, but never said it tho;))

He drove me home, and I have seen him just a few times since, always by chance, and never happened again. Last time we met, on the street, he was with his current gf, but he gave me a wink while saying “It’s been a long time, we should arrange to meet again, we used to have fun!”

Note: I know I said I was going to blog about my experiences with foreigners, and this guy was a local, but I think he deserved a post, cos he was truly incredible, and I don’t say that very often!!

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21 Responses to "Happy Halloween!!!"

uuuhhhh!!!
I wanna meet him!!!
Is he still around? 😉
hahaha
I like the fact the stories are getting hotter and with more details 😉

haha, I think he is living in Sao Paulo now… not sure tho, we keep random contact through FB… 😛
and thanks, I have free time and I am getting more inspired 😉
beijos prima

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