I Love Foreigners

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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I spent a month and a half in another city, working. I met lots of very nice and fun people there, mostly boys 😉

But there is one guy I really liked, the nordic lad. He had a very weird, strong accent, which I found funny. He was tall and strong, and had a great sense of humor (sarcasm, ironies, just like me!).

We hooked up at a beach party, well, actually, after the beach party. I was drunk and tired and when we were heading back to the cars, and as we waited for the girl who was driving I started complaining I was cold, so he hugged me, and the hugging evolved into kissing in no time. We got in the car, both in the back sit, and we made out till we got to my house, but I was too tired to ask him to stay, I needed my sleep!! lol

After that we kept seeing each other pretty often (almost everyday), with some other friends after work. 3 days after the kissing we were drinking in a pub and I realized I had missed my last bus home. It was not the first time, and one of my friends always offered to let me crush in their couches. This time he offered to host me, tho he forgot to mention that we were sharing his bed 😉

We walked to his place chatting, like friends, nothing unusual. We got to his place and he went for a shower and then offered me to have one, and borrowed me a big T-shirt (well, all his T-shirts are big…). When I came back into the bedroom he was in bed already,  made room for me in the bed, and when I got in he turned off the light and said good night. I was very confused, ok, we hadn’t kissed since the beach party, but there we were, him in his underwear and me in my panties and his T-shirt, sharing a bed… maybe I had got it all wrong….

Well, no I hadn’t. As we were both lying in bed, facing each other, awake, he started to slowly caress my arm, as if I would break. I returned the caressing and moved a bit closer, so he could kiss me. We rolled until he was on top of me, and I could feel his size, I was amazed… and eager to see and feel more!!

In no time we were naked (that was easy), and the first thrust was incredible, he was not only big, he was strong, and eager to have me too. He made me come 2 times before I could change positions to be on top (my old time fav). There was no stopping me now. I was ridding him like a true cowgirl, and enjoying every second, every little spasm. It was mind-blowing sex. When we were done, he looked at me and said “Girl, you are amazing”. I was thinking he was too, but I it would have sounded silly. We had a second “round” before going to sleep, and another one in the morning, before work.

When I got to my work y colleagues kept staring at me, I guess that it was because I was wearing the same dress I wore the day before, and I had a big, easy smile on my face 🙂

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I was at a bday party in a very nice pub, and my friends had the wonderful idea of drinking absinthe (a.k.a. “the green devil”).I had been drinking tequila shots and beer already… I have never felt so high from a drink before. If you add that to being kinda horny (I hadn’t had sex in almost 3 weeks!!), it is easy to assume I became an easy prey. That is weird for me, I am usually in control, and I choose my preys, not the other way!!

Anyway, I was dancing, and this guy that was friends with my friends came to dance with me. Guess what? He was Brazilian!! I had had a fun experience with a Brazilian guy before (an another one I can only qualify as “ok”), so I let him flirt with me openly, even if he was a bit hard on the eye.

I don’t remember the exact sequence of events of that night. I will try to fill in the blanks with the info my friends gave me.

We danced and he kissed me there, in the dance floor, in front of everybody, and I didn’t mind (very atypical of me!). As I was told, when we were leaving he offered to give me a ride home, and I politely declined (some brain cell was still working!), but he insisted and somehow I ended up in his car. My friends didn’t worry cos they knew he was a nice guy, harmless.

I remember giving him the directions to my house, and waking up at the door, and then he kept kissing me (lousy kisser), still in the car. I woke up again and we were driving, almost across the city, going to a motel. I thought, “ok, I am already here, this may be fun”. Wrong, it wasn’t. When he undressed I had to make an effort not to look like a reindeer in headlights: he had the smallest cock I’d ever seen, like, ridiculously small…

We had sex, or something like that, I don’t really felt much, besides his bodyweight on me. I am pretty sure I fell asleep from time to time.

When I woke up, a bit more sober and with a terrible headache I was appalled. Next to me, cuddling, was this very bad looking guy, naked, with a peanut between his legs. I suddenly remembered the Coyote Ugly explanation, and I full understood it. I wanted to dissapear!! I didn’t move so he wouldn’t wake up… tho eventually he did, and he was happy and smiling, and trying to kiss me!!! Gosh!

H was very understanding, I wanted to go home cos I had a bad hangover (true), so we skipped breakfast and all that.

I tell you, I’ve been with a few guys… but I had never, ever been so disappointed, never had I left a bar with such a lame pick… I swear I’ll never mix absinthe with anyother drink, EVER!!!

Like a year and a half ago, I met this very cute and a little shy Canadian guy when he was here visiting some friends. He only got the courage to ask me out the day before he was leaving (I will always complain about that!).

Of course I said yes (he was so cute, tall, thin, and had boyish hair). We went for dinner and drinks at a local pub that I am starting to call home. We clicked very quickly, and had a lot of fun. After a few drinks we decided to go for a walk, cos the night was so nice. We talked and walked, and when it got chilly we went to my car, that is a small, compact car (little pollution, easy to park!).

We started making out in no time, and eventually we decided to take it to the back sit. It was hilarious to see him try to manoeuver to take off our clothes in the car. Obviously we managed to do what we were attempting to, but I regret no having had some more room, I think we could have had so much more fun. Tho the whole we-can-get-caught thing adds a bit of adrenaline 😉

Well, we never met again, but we’ve kept in touch all this time. He keeps telling me he would love to move here once he finishes his studies. I don’t really see that happening, but who knows, maybe we could finally have sex in a decent place, more comfortably (and maybe for a longer time…)

I met this very cute German guy, he had been working here with computers or stuff for a couple of months and was planning to stay for 5 o 6 more. We clicked (or I thought so), and we had some hotel fun. It was nice, nothing remarkable, but very sweet and all that. We exchanged cellphones, and he texted me the following day… actually, the same day, since we had slept together!!

Ok, he is lonely and bored, I can deal with that, I am a good entertainer 😉

We made plans to go for drinks that next day, and we all know where that ends, right? next morning we wake up early cos I had a meeting before lunch. He invited me to have breakfast before I left in a nice coffee shop. We talked a lot, and we had some stuff in common, but not very relevant, like we were born with 10 days difference, stuff like that….

That week he got a bit emotional, claiming to be confused. He did not want to have sex with me if we were not going to be a serious couple. (“where the hell did that come from?”, I wondered…). He made a big speech, that he needed to be in love to have sex, and that he was doubtful about our future together (“really?? lol) cos he had to leave in a few months.

I freaked out, he was considering if we would have a long distance relationship or something like that!!! WTF??? (have I mention my phobia to commitment??)

We agreed that it was the best for both to remain just friends, tho of course I only saw him once or twice before (by chance) and didn’t talk much.

Well, you live, you learn… tho I don’t really know what I learned this time… I guess I will figure it out, eventually….

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So, this Brazilian guy was spending 3 weeks in my city, and his bday was 3 or 4 days before he had to leave. I thought it was lame that he had to spend his bday alone so I gathered a few friends and went to a pub and then to a disco. He was very grateful, and I was growing fond of him. Not the pretty type, but he was tall and big, and that’s something I do like. (Tall is over 1.80 at least, for me)

We were dancing and had had a few too many drinks, as usually happens, and I had this brilliant idea: I had to give him a bday present!!! It didn’t take me much drunk thinking to figure out the most “handy” present, lol.

I asked him to go outside to smoke with me to “test the water”… yup, he was willing, and I found out later he had had that idea for some time, but for some silly reason didn’t act on it.

We sneaked out of the disco, and we walked to his apartment, stopping to make out every now and then.

Well, he was my first Brazilian, and he didn’t disappoint me one bit. He was eager but took his time, was creative and had lots of energy, for the three times….

We met again a few times, here, and in his city later the same year, but we never had sex again, I was already busy with another guy by then. But we remain friends tho, colourful friends 🙂

I found this article in http://www.theregister.co.uk, I found it very interesting…

(I shortened a bit some explanations)

The reasons for engaging in sex are numerous. Among these are:

  • Sex helps boost the immune system. According to Dr Carl Charnetski of the Department of Psychology at Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, people who reported one or two sexual “episodes” per week enjoyed higher levels of Immunoglobin A. This is an antibody that helps fight disease.
  • Sex helps boost longevity. In one study cited by Dr Charnetski, men who had more orgasms over a 10 year period boosted their longevity compared with those who had fewer.
  • Sex helps ward off cancer. In another study cited by Dr Charnetski, men who had more ejaculations over a 35 year period had 33 per cent less prostate cancer compared to those with fewer ejaculations.
  • Sex results in a more youthful appearance. According to a study by Dr David Weeks, a clinical neuropsychologist at the Royal Edinburgh Hospital in Scotland and co-author of Superyoung (1999), men and women who reported having sex an average of four times per week looked approximately 10 years younger than they really were.
  • Sex helps reduce stress. Numerous studies show that it does this through lowering anxiety levels, boosting relaxation, and aiding sleeping.
  • Sex helps fight depression. A study by Dr Gordon Gallup of the Department of Psychology at the State University of New York at Albany found that women who regularly engage in heterosexual sex were significantly less depressed than those women that did not.
  • Sex helps coping with middle age. This is the inference drawn from research by Dr GA Bachmann at the Robert Wood Johnson Medical School in New Brunswick, New Jersey.
  • Sex is good exercise. Exercise helps circulation, lowers cholesterol, and releases helpful endorphins.
  • Sex helps in losing weight. Well, at least a little. One burns approximately four to five calories per minute or perhaps 300 calories per hour during sex (depending upon how, shall we say, “vigorous” the sex is). About 7,000 to 8,000 excess calories must be burned to lose one kilogram of fat . You do the calculations.”

Now… this is why I look younger and am so happy?? lol 😉

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