Keeping Christmas (PUSSY) special-UPDATE Sat. afternoon.

What a friggin year I've had! And no -I mean that in the best possible way. In some ways I feel like my life has changed completely from my college days (which after all only ended a few months ago). A really serious JOB, and and a new life in New York City (Manhattan) of all places would probably be enough to fuck with anybody's head (not to mention the 6 weeks relocation to London). Outwardly (as so many have observed including the rather small select group of buddies I now have here) I suppose my life DOES resemble that of a blond Patrick Bateman (looks, style and money) except that I'll pretty much go out of my way to not harm a bug on the floor. The thing is though, I run into literally hundreds of guys just like him in my line of work every day. We also seem to frequent all the same (private) fitness clubs, bars and rather exclusive restaurants. I can't speak for all those guys of course, but one fundamental difference between me and a lot of them is that they all worship money almost as much as I practically despise it. But for any little kid who's had to grow up with a rich dad who spent all of his time thinking about it rather than his kids, they'll understand exactly what I mean. Not that I'm a completely ungrateful brat. After all -if it wasn't for him I doubt I'd have the even bigger endowment hanging between my legs.
And I'm sure my brother would agree.

But speaking of that, the last time I blogged was Thanksgiving day to report on the details of my night before. One of the many things I learned from that (other than to try and not be imbedded so deep in a girl when I first start to cum!) is that girls who travel in packs at clubs tend to have this weird symbiotic relationship. Like they're all interconnected (or feel the need to be) in some way. Guys aren't like that. If a buddy goes off and has sex with some babe we don't want/need to know that much about it. In fact that kind of grosses us out in some way (at least it does me). And certainly not what he's experiencing EMOTIONALLY. That's his own personal shit that we can never know. Yet some girls have to tell everything to their girlfriends almost immediately, since it implies some type of ownership or maybe even "conquering" of the guy. I've been AMAZED at how much detail was given to a second party at times. And how the girl was "feeling" at the time always seems to be a big component. For some reason girls will share all that with their friends. But if one of their friends even so much as speaks to the same guy--- MOTHERHUMPING-JESUS!! does the shit hit the fan.

The reason I bring all of this up is that I've actually been in a slightly unusual position (for me) these last few months, being in a wholly new environment when it comes to meeting girls (or I should say women). Of course there are women where I work (but it's really a very small percentage in my area of the financial sector). I think in terms of equality this is still very fucked up. I know guys who seriously whack off to Maria Bartiromo in the safety of their offices at least once a day. Most of the guys tend to hit the same Manhattan bars right after work (and we also tend to see a lot of the same females) so much so that I stopped attending those sessions and now just go straight to my workout instead. There it's pretty much the same deal. Point is-- I'm just not going to fuck anyone I know at work or know close to there by association. Guys who fuck women they work with are like the lowest of the low in my book. There are only two guys at work (who actually don't even know each other to my knowledge) who know anything at all about my schlong and I'm fine with that right now. Besides, whispers and rumors can always be used to much greater advantage.

So to get to my plans, I've been saving "it" for the nicest pussy possible to celebrate Christmas this year (which I think I've found). And lets face it, the best part of the Holidays is still the very special moment when you're proudly shooting your eggnog deep into the most beautiful girl, with the most spectacular pussy you can find. If I can get to her to hold a swig of green holly or mistletoe on her stomach so much the better, because it's pretty much guaranteed that pussy is going to be a bright shiny red by the time I'm done with it.

On Black Friday actually (since I'm hardly going to be seen fighting like some poor farm animal for bargains at Walmart) I started some online searches with a dating profile, just curious to see what might be available as far as Sorority babes (since I know their type so well) at Colleges or Universities that might be ANYWHERE relatively near here. It was very slow going at first, because frankly between work and the time I spend seriously working out (everyday) I just don't have a whole lot of time to be online. Then when I ended up finally just showing my cock briefly on cam to a girl (who happened to be at a school in Connecticut) -DAMN -did my profile get popular. She's obviously shared news of my "assets" with friends of hers who I'd have to assume many of which would be in the same house.

The problem is shorty after that (while I started making new friends) the first girl nearly dropped out of the picture. There are now 7 girls (apparently on the same campus) who've seen me in various stages of undress, and all at least of me in my underwear (which already can make a pretty serious impression). I now have pussy pics of 5 girls. Most all of them were aware that I lived in Manhattan but actually had no problems with making a campus visit (hey I need to fucking get out of this city for a bit -especially after the trauma of SANDY). Two girls mentioned a Christmas party at their Sorority on the 15th (their last big blowout as everyone leaves for home the next day). Who knows if it's the same Sorority. If finals are done across campus it would make sense for all the houses to have some kind of party that night.

The point is - its one of those girls who happens to be the proud owner of the "Pussy du Jour". And I mean when I downloaded the pic she graciously sent (this was last weekend) I motherfucking nearly fell out of my chair. Which is saying something as I've had the extreme good fortune of personally being able to inspect some pretty fine pussy in the past. Long story -shorter-- I've now arranged to rent a sports car (which wasn't easy) and am taking a road trip to a campus that's about an 1 1/2-2 hour drive away for a quite unexpected (even for me) campus return. This will seem (and feel) a little strange I'm sure. But ultimately (as I keep telling myself) it's all about that pussy.

So I've been corresponding with this girl a great deal in the past week as you might imagine. She got to see me fully hard on cam 3 nights ago, which I have to say kind of upped the ante in terms of what she's now ready to do considerably (even though like a bastard I only let her see it for just a few seconds). I also had to sleep with a hardon most of the night. But the important thing to me was to try and really get to know her as much as possible before we meet. I'm worried that once I get inside her that PUSSY will feel so motherfucking good that I'm not going to be able to think about (or even be aware of) ANYTHING else (not even her). The whole body is pretty hard-bodied fine, but that heavy lipped, PLUMP juicy MOUND of hers looks truly fucking like heaven on earth (I've posted the pic on my Tumblr blog).

I was a little worried about showing up at her Sorority's Christmas party and perhaps being recognized by some of the other girls? But I think that's now pretty stupid since there's such a slim chance of it happening. And even if it does, hey nobody's going to know I'm only there to FUCK. She's promised not to say anything to anyone about my visit, if she has it's hers to deal with. And frankly, once I get naked there tomorrow night I'm seriously doubting I'm going to care who knows it. The house is pretty small though. I mean it almost looks like a normal house. Quite frankly I'm a lot more worried about the gargantuan Kappa Sigma house right next door. Sometimes those guys can be really overly protective of any Greek snatch on campus. I haven't popped a load since Thanksgiving. This is not going to be a quiet fuck.

UPDATE: I had been a little worried (what with recent events) that the campus I'll be visiting might not be in such a party mood. FAR FROM IT. It seems like these girls are kind of oblivious and the mood in general is more along the lines of "we wanna fuck", "we need to fuck". I say "we" because from the different texts I've been getting it appears that more than one girl now knows about my intended visit. Ok, fine. Whatever. As much as I enjoy being the center of attention at times, I can't deal with a lot of female drama. I'm driving all the way up there because I need some willing A+ pussy -tonight! One girl is going to get seriously fucked. The others can just dream about it or hear about it later. My cock, jesus. I swear my underwear will probably be totally soaked in pre-cum by the time I finally take them off tonight. It's just the way my cock's been behaving lately. It gets like this sometimes. She says she really enjoys alot of cum. She has no idea.


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ConanTheBarber;bt110226 said:
Sean, there's been a vote.
We expect a recording of your voice soon.
On your blog will be fine.

haha - I think I'm probably up for that. Just a quick question though -for clarification. Were you after the sound of my voice when I'm "cumming" or reciting the Gettysburg address? I could do either. Just not both at the same time.
 
SeanGriffin;bt110229 said:
haha - I think I'm probably up for that. Just a quick question though -for clarification. Were you after the sound of my voice when I'm "cumming" or reciting the Gettysburg address? I could do either. Just not both at the same time.
Haha.
Well, both would work.
(I wasn't thinking of your voice while cumming ... but hey, your thought is better than mine.)

Could be the Gettyburg Address. Could be singing two lines of Hallelujah.

Anything, dude.
 
Hell yeah---I'm kind of IN THE MOOD for that myself!
But until then I'll just have a small glass of
"A. H. Hirsch Reserve 16 Years Old" bourbon before bed to help me celebrate.

Let the Holidays begin!! :wink:
 
Sean you did it again. Always able to articulate the challenges and successes of finding the best pussy. If the Man show were still on, I would demand they name you man of the year! Have a great holiday. And my vote is on the Gettysburg address!
 
Oh -and in anticipation of later additions I've added a nice little video surprise to my Tumblr. No -its not what your probably guessing. It's even better. :eek::eek::eek:Thanks little bro!
 
At Xmas, always good to keep the family fires going.
The Seanster does, I see.
Good stuff, my man.
(Mind you, still curious about yah voice. Come on, Sean. Share the manly riches.)
 
Quality! Can't wait till you actually post one of you Sean.
 

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