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Ok, so I just got back in from an extra-long (2.5 hour) run/jog in the perfect 35-degree NYC Winter weather for such things (in my opinion). I've enjoyed a FUCKING HOT as HELL shower which should help alleviate any possible future soreness. I'm just going to sit here "au naturale" for a bit, letting my cock just hang in all its semi-swollen glory. It's what it really likes to do best (we'll besides you know what). But I very seldom just sit around nude (letting it proudly hang) during the day, even though I know I probably should. Mainly because it seems to bother Snorre, who's getting really bad about just taking bites out of things here lately.
I know I haven't reported on the "ending" of my Pussy roulette trip during Sorority rush (that happened 3 weeks ago now). I'd actually been a little wary, plus I was really pressed for time during the day following. Given the extreme lateness of that last fuck itself, waking up way too late afterward, having to drive back to Indy (at about 115 miles per hour) then catch my flight; I really had little time to blog.
I also have to admit that for once I was almost a little unsure what to say. Even by the standards of everything I've been through-- that was an unexpected, nearly bed breaking "pussy destroyer" of a fuck. I'd already been in 3 girls and it was nearing about 3:00 a.m. from what I can recall. I'd needed to frantically send some texts making sure both remaining girls were available, so that if girl #4 didn't have an X inside her envelope I needed to make sure I could still hook-up with girl #5 early afternoon? Keep in mind it’s also about 12 degrees outside and likely to get a little colder.
For whatever reason (and I can't even remember now) I hadn't been able to shower at the previous Sorority after girl #3. When I got inside my next stop and was greeted by my "people in the know" it was clear girl #4 was more than ready for my arrival. Translation she was already naked under the covers in the appointed room in the dark and with a quite noisy very STRANGE looking vibrator (as I was to see later) in her pussy. After some quick introductions (she commented that I was even more muscular in person --which I really appreciated) I was off for a quick shower. When I had returned, she'd gotten out of bed, turned on the light and was ripping my towel off of me even before I could properly put my gym bag down.
I'm not a complete idiot so was already fully hard by the time I'd left the shower anyway, actually to have NOT been fully hard would have been much more of a challenge. I love how many girls will usually freak the hell out if they just see me fully hard all at once. This girl seemed completely unfazed. But she also wanted me in her pussy as soon as possible. Being a gentleman at heart I am always quite happy to oblige on that end. I have to admit her PUSSY FELT AMAZING. After some indeed serious initial struggle with the head she was indeed able to handle me pretty easily. I was to find out the reason for that soon enough. She had already fucked not one but two separate guys earlier in the evening!! And she'd let both of them cum in her as well. YEAH, FUCK ME.
I thought I felt something when I first got in but didn't say anything. Then by the time I was much deeper I felt a huge "puddle" way in the bottom at least 6 inches in (maybe more). Probably trapped underneath her cervix somehow, but a quite impressive amount nonetheless. From a very tall Senior whom she admitted (she at that point owned up to everything) was nearly as "large" as me. Please also keep in mind that this girl is also just a Freshman. Of course, if you could have seen her body you would probably understand her "appeal". Far from being a turn off, the whole thing just got me even more excited knowing how fucking WILD this damn girl was. And she was clearly enjoying my cock as well given that she actually squirted (for the first time) after only about 10 minutes.
At the Twenty-minute mark I reached over to grab her envelope, still fully buried inside her and very nearly falling off the bed in the process. When I showed her the "X" I remember her just suddenly gasping saying "oh fuck", reaching down to pat her pussy and then trying to grab my cock for some strange reason. I actually pulled fully out so she could get a look at it if that's what she wanted (I don't really fucking know), but mainly because I needed to just get off the bed, stretch my legs and chug down some water in preparation for what was coming. When I got back on the bed, I took my cock head and slapped it hard against her sweaty, big swollen clit for a minute, noticed the clock and just mentally set my brain for 30 minutes later before I shoved in almost fully to the hilt. She definitely reacted to that. It was also at this point that I got the feeling in my gut that maybe we were being watched? The room was dark, but the door definitely seemed to be closed, although it was also very dark in the hall outside, with no seeming benefit of street lights or moonlight anywhere.
Whatever! there are certain times when you just don't even care anymore about such things and this was definitely one of those times. In truth I don't know how long I fucked before I came in her. I do know that for some time before I came, she'd had a near perfect blank stare on her face, but was still thrusting her hips up to greet me every so often. Her mouth was continuing to open wide like a guppy's or something. And her pussy would downright visibly SHUDDER every so often, which is about the greatest fucking thing on the planet. She was plainly visibly cumming -although I was certainly able to felt the "squeeze" well enough on my cock anyway. She didn't cum as easily as some girls but when she did -holy fuck! When I got ready to cum though it’s like she already sensed what was about to happen. She seemed to come out of her "fuck stupor". At first her eyes rolled back in her head, then the head itself shook wildly left to right. As I came, she started loudly whining, jerking her body up again and again and grabbing onto her pussy with BOTH hands. Even though I'd finished cumming I continued to pump madly into her for about 10 minutes more (that I'm sure of), which really caused her to lose her shit.
But true to form I only came once. I have Valentine's Day to consider!
Well there may not be any snow but it sure is cold as FUCK here! And while there is no snow, I must admit there is still plenty of nice pussy on campus to make up for it. For those who might be a bit confused its important to know that the "Pussy R" event will actually be tonight. That's because the girls need to go through the "Preference" round which is this afternoon. And since its a long weekend tonight is almost like a second Saturday night in a row. Given all that's already happened so far, I think I can truly expect tonight to definitely be worth the trip.
Sorry I'm posting a bit late but I only got home (they've put me up in a very nice house on S. Hawthorne) sometime after 3:00 a.m. I'd stopped off at my old Frat after visiting several more of the Sororities I'll be visiting in a much different capacity (and outfit) later tonight. I say "old" but due to the extensive remodel the house went through just a few years back I find that now I truly can't find fucking anything. Which at least in the case of last night turned out to be a real bonus. I was looking for the bathroom, which certainly wasn't surprising after so many beers and found the smaller one on the first floor (that I knew of) occupied. When I walked up to the second floor and started to wander around, I seriously couldn't find one. The spot that used to be the bathroom in my day turned out to be a very serious, large, locked storage closet. There were certainly plenty of guys still up. But everyone was in their rooms and from what I could plainly hear most of the guys still up were in the middle of some serious fucking.
So, as I'm making my way up to the smaller THIRD floor I'm thinking, seriously have they now installed like an outhouse in the backyard or something? But fortunately, there is the bathroom on the 3rd flood in the same spot where it’s always been. As I push my way through the door, now pretty desperate to pee, a couple of things jar my head at once. It's pretty dark as the lights are turned off yet there is still some good light from the street lamps outside. A couple is in the middle of the tile floor on what looks like a towel, the guy is a stud and bare-assed naked and he's laying down some serious fucking pipe into her. I find this all pretty interesting and indicative of what I miss the most about college. For a second I'm actually a little stunned (believe it or not) and am unsure what to do. One thing is certain though. I absolutely HAVE to fucking pee, and since the couple hasn't seemed to take any notice of me, I walk forward, stepping OVER them to head to the urinals which are next to the far windows.
The urinals are in an alcove perpendicular to (and not underneath) the windows. As I have to press down my 2 pair of frigo underwear, pants and belt practically to my knees at this point to get my piss hard semi out - I'm now much more exposed in the light than the couple is. At some point during what seems like a way too long healthy pee I hear "holy, shit", Holy fucking SHIT!". The guy nervously pulls out of the girl and practically leaps up, showing off what seriously looks to be a good thick 8-9 incher. He's obviously hard as fuck as it snaps up against his abdomen several times. "Damn, did you come in through the window or something?" "How did you get in here?" "That's a big dick dude". "Hey, I know---are you that guy?" I'm half way through answering his questions when another guy (nearly naked as well) steps into the bathroom, FLIPS ON THE LIGHT, and quickly says "sorry dude you can use the room now ok?"
So as far as I know this is what they did, after all staring at my cock as I tried putting it away (difficult as I'd seriously started to get pretty hard). Obviously, you had a situation where 2 roommates had needed to use their room PRIVATELY at exactly the same time. The guy in the bathroom had obviously come down on the bad side of a coin toss. That hadn't stopped him from getting in some damned impressive fucking on the bathroom floor nonetheless. In fact, I'd wager the same thing had occurred quite a few times before, and for other guys as well although I don't remember quite the same thing happening in my day. Before I got out of there the guy asked if I could pull out my cock again so he could take some pics of "it" on his phone! Which was odd, but I finally agreed--since I was after all slightly drunk and felt kind of bad about the slight coitus interruptus and near panic attack I'd caused. I gave him the number as well. As I was to find out when I asked downstairs -the guy is indeed an athlete on one of the top teams on campus. Which would explain the admittedly pretty jaw droppingly great body (which I'm fuck sure I didn't have as shredded at his age) -if not perhaps the 8-9-inch cock. His girl was pretty stunning in the looks department as well (from what I could observe), but a little skimpy up top, which is always a deal breaker for me. College, still as exciting as ever!
OK, I know I've been a little secretive but I actually didn't want to give away my current pussy mining expedition plans too far in advance (for obvious reasons). I'm currently sitting here in La Guardia airport which I think must count as one of my least favorite places on the planet. This will need to be a relatively short blog as well since I will be boarding soon and there are a lot of people around who are frankly just bothering the fuck out of me. Thank Christ for 1st class as well as flight attendants that I can usually charm into keeping eye sores and instant headaches well away from me. If I sound pretty irritable its likely due to the fact that I haven't been inside any pussy or shot off my load in FORTY-NINE DAYS!!!!! But that's obviously about to change real soon and thus part of the reason for my present journey.
Like so many things I plan or attempt every 4th or 5th one will tend to turn into some type of disaster. Is that maybe because I'm a Taurus? A young Bull in a china shop or something??? Unfortunately, the beautiful young bodybuilder (with the husband body builder who had practically NO COCK) came down with a raging case of the flu which went on for about 2 weeks. This made any planned creampie filled fuckfest involving me pretty much impossible. Which sucked as I'd spent my nights quite enthusiastically dreaming about the upcoming event.
But thankfully at least (and as I'd mentioned before) My Alma-mater is currently going through its Sorority rush at the moment. I'm still frequently in contact with people on campus who are really great at arranging some plans for me, one guy in particular! Tonight and Tomorrow are the Sisterhood round followed by the preference round on Sunday. Of course, this is all really bullshit since everyone knows (or should know) it’s not about what Sororities you choose its which (if any) Sororities actually choose you.
I am way the fuck overdue for a pussy roulette, and this time my guy has managed to arrange one across 5 different houses. This adds a bit of a challenge to the proceedings to be sure (especially since it’s expected to be about 12 degrees tomorrow night) but it all means the girls picked are obviously the cream of the crop so to speak.
The last time I was pounding pussy (and I do mean pounding) was my first night in London. I actually haven't had any kind of release since then. So, you can imagine the situation and state I'm in. Yeah - ready to BULL FUCK- I'm thinking. I know I can't get away with this for too many more trips. But in the meantime -HOLY FUCKING BANGING HEADBOARD! I will try and post again hopefully tomorrow.
FUCK ME! Just a quick update as I'm spending this New Year's Eve in the Big Apple sitting with a few of my buddies in a pretty damn serious Jazz bar and don't want to appear disengaged (or just fucking confused by the set currently being played). At least I'm wearing one of the six way too expensive tailored suits I got in London (you don't think I had a layover stay there just for the food?). So even if I do look a little bewildered by some of the solo riffs going on -I'm looking pretty fucking impressive I think in my own manly way. We've established by now I think that I can indeed clean up very well when I need to.
Sorry for the delay in Holiday blogging -but the goddamn near FLU I had (thanks BRO) actually got much worse before it got better. Still I was able to get myself heavily drugged up and well enough to put in an appearance at a very nice Christmas Dinner to which I had been invited. It was at the same quite opulent address overlooking central park owned by one of my early boss/mentors in the company where I have been invited to several Thanksgiving Day dinners in the past. The average age of the men at the table was about 60 with the average age of the women being about 30 (all sporting breast sizes much larger -and most bedecked by pretty dazzling jewelry of some sort - all real no doubt).
The after-dinner conversations always tend to be a lot more varied and interesting than the ones held at the formal table, which is probably not surprising when considering the pretty jaw dropping display of liquors the host has in his collection. He's usually kept pretty busy showing guests items (many behind lock and key) from his collection of military objects, letters and documents from the campaign of Napoleon. Depending on the shade and material of pants I'm wearing (and also the state of my bulge) I also tend to be pretty busy myself--fending off ALOT of conversations, most of which have absolutely fucking nothing whatsoever to do with Napoleon. But to get right to the MEAT of the matter the most engaging conversation I ultimately ended up having was with a guy who only showed up AFTER dinner. He was really upset at being late but thankful that he at least arrived in time to finally meet ME (which I initially thought was pretty odd).
He's in his late 40's and quite athletic looking. He actually had been a pretty serious body builder when in his 20's and that was pretty apparent (other than the fact that he is almost as tall as me -and I'm about 6'3). He seemed to know a lot about me and even more about my dad, but it was when he mentioned the name of the couple that I "serviced" right before I left for China that I finally knew where all of his attentions (or intentions) were likely headed. He cautiously showed me a picture of his wife on his phone which nearly caused me to have a pants ripping boner. She is 32 and was practically a body builder herself with pretty damn enormous melons (that he swears are all natural). So of course, I'm wondering -OK -well Merry Fucking Christmas to you too but what does all of this have to do with me?
He claims that his cock is only about 5 1/2 inches when fully hard (poor fucker). And he also has difficulty (for various medical reasons) producing much if any cumm. He says his wife has one of the most beautiful pussies on the planet, which is quite a claim given that I myself have already seen an astonishing array of quite beautiful pussy. For the last year and a half, he has been filming his wife having sex (about every 3 or 4 months) with an assortment of young muscular studs. But studs with large cocks who were also willing to go natural and creampie his wife's beautiful pussy as full as possible. He has a very expensive camera setup in their bedroom and the footage never leaves them. It's for them to enjoy and no one else ever. I said I’d think about it.
As far as definite future fuck plans, I will be visiting my Alma Mater for the end of Sorority Rush (the last part of January). I certainly need a serious fuck release before then so to me this guy’s invitation REALLY IS A GIFT. A gift that the doctor ordered; I think. We still haven't pinned down the exact night though. It will likely be this Saturday. Yeah- Happy New Year. I just have to hold off my explosions until then. Creampies are actually much more difficult to manage than one might imagine. Especially if one has a large cock that tends to get pretty deeply "imbedded" (if you know what I mean) when the time comes. And if the girl/woman ends up cumming at the same time (which they oddly frequently tend to do for some reason) it only makes the pullout much harder. Also, if I'm really going at it and still inside her I cannot realize I'm cumming until about the 3rd of 4th spurt. Not that that's an issue or worry. I will likely keep cumming for close to two minutes at this stage.
It’s just the whole business of being filmed (although he says he blocks the guys faces out in the edit) adds both a certain kind of thrill and danger to the whole enterprise. Its like I end up getting watched twice. Once by the husband and then once more by the camera. But its not like I haven’t done this before. It’s the ultimate selfie. And usually a lot more fucking fun. After all I won’t have this body for fucking ever.
Yeah OK. FUCK ME - get ready baby.
Well as usual I seem to have both bad news and good news. My stupid brother (as expected) showed up unannounced at my place on Saturday afternoon. This counts as neither good nor bad but rather IRRITATING news. The good news was that he indeed brought my Golden retriever Snorre with him. Of course, Snorre basically had forgotten who I was after 6 months in China but was surprisingly less confused by my new place than I was expecting. Eventually Snorre remembered though that I'm the guy who actually isn't a selfish, frequently stoned twat and who actually gives him a lot of real loving attention. I also understand dogs. My brother understands reptiles. You do the math.
The bad news is that my brother also had a pretty bad cold which I also got also immediately. I could probably survive an outbreak of bubonic plague in the city, but will always catch something very easily and quickly from a family member. My brother was here until Wednesday. He then flew out for a trip with some of his Frat buddies from his undergraduate school to Park City, Utah where he'll be through New Year’s. I however have not completely gotten over this stupid cold but know that it is certainly not enough to keep me from the much-celebrated office Christmas/Holiday Party which begins in just a few hours (and is being held at one of the more celebrated old Hotels near the Park)
I'm still planning on wearing my traditional family Kilt. That is non-fucking negotiable. The only problem I have noticed in my two trial runs of putting the thing on is that I'm clearly a lot hornier and shall we say "overfull" than the previous times I've worn this. It seems almost impossible but I can definitely note a big difference. There is just no friggin way I can wear the thing in the completely traditional manner without serious risk of a MAJOR hardon. The sensations of the fabric against my cock (especially the head) send unexpected jolts of itchy yet extreme pleasure all through me. When I first discovered this problem yesterday, I had to make a call to the only buddy I know who also wears these things on a regular basis. He suggested a "cock sock" that I would need to make myself. You simply take a long wool sock, cut it up and then resew two halves together so that it just covers all of your soft shaft as needed. You put some elastic at the top or can use rubber bands in a pinch. This seems really fucking ridiculous but I thing its actually going to work! My balls of course will need to hang free, but that's really a given since they're now rather uncomfortably somewhere in size between a large orange and a small grapefruit. But hey, it’s not like I'm not used to them.
I only wish I were feeling a little bit better. There are a lot of new people at work that I really want to make a great impression on and need parties like this to do it. Fortunately, I will have my usual buddies keeping my back and watching over me, hopefully keeping the more predatory types at bay. There are definitely some major plans in the works for Christmas! Pussy will be filled - no question. I just don't want to give anything away yet and risk jinxing it. Hey the last fuck I had right before I left the states (and which I didn't even have time to blog about) was with a lady who turned out to be the younger sister of one of the seriously upper echelon executives of our firm. It was her 40th Birthday. So, the "GIFT" agreement (made by her husband) was that I would fuck her in her favorite position for 40 minutes non-stop. She ended up cumming 19 times (her count). Word of that apparently got around a little bit.
Ok, who's ready for some damn Egg NOG! And does anyone know what the fuck NOG actually is?!!!
Oh JESUS, I just now realized its Friday the 13th. These 2 weeks back at work have been a fucking whirlwind.
Actually my whole damn life has seemed like one mostly out of control cluster fuck which is only now beginning to sink back into some degree of normalcy. As much as one can return to normal after 6 months in CHINA!
In spite of it being Friday the you know what I'm feeling pretty goddamn lucky at the moment. This may be partly due to the fact that one of my buddies scored us lunch reservations at Pastis (ON A FRIDAY!) for 1:30.
We usually have our "Masters of the Universe" lunch on Mondays. This past Monday however I was taking the morning off as my parents came to visit this past weekend. Yeah- happy, happy, Joy,Joy. But my Mother still hadn't seen the new condo (at least not after all the remodeling) and of course she was in dire need of the kind of Holiday shopping excursions only Manhattan can provide. Fortunately my brother wasn't with them, as he's still in the Midwest taking exams. I expect him to show up unexpectedly most any day now since he needs to bring Snorre back home (my golden retriever who's stayed with him while I was in Shanghai).
Fortunately my return to the office (and elsewhere) has seemed to cause quite a bit of excitement. Quite a few people have mentioned (even some of my buddies) that they think I look better than ever. Translation: I've finally lost my BABY fat due to the countless hours spent on the indoor tracks, in the Olympic sized indoor pools and fitness centers of Shanghai -mainly because there was almost nothing for me to do otherwise without getting into serious trouble. The admittedly most beautiful women over there still seem to think I'm "Tarzan" and sometimes are relentless in "wanting to get to know me better!". Trust me, at this point I think I've eaten enough Chinese box (and some of it pretty damn ferociously I'll admit) for a lifetime. But when I stand up and they get their first real glimpse of my hard cock I always see that same damn look in their eyes. 2 girls even said the exact same thing "that will break my pussy". Which I found somewhat humorous and at least not as ridiculous as the one who asked me if I was black?
But to get back to the issue at hand I'm currently probably the horniest I have ever been in my whole life. As I left my extremely expensive love-doll/fuck-babe back in the land of Tea and forbidden cities I'm biding my time for a release with the REAL THING. So I'm essentially a walking sperm cannon at the moment (as one of my gay buds at work calls me). But one who still looks pretty god damn great in a Speedo. Yes they still make them, and guys that truly have the bod still wear them. The office Christmas party isn't for another week. And yes I will be wearing my traditional Kilt (authentically) as always. That always gets things into high gear pretty fast. As my Twitter account manged to get nuked somehow while I was away I started one again yesterday. I'll just see how this one goes. You can find the link in my homepage info. I should go out for a really nice run tomorrow -- no matter WHAT the weather. Maybe I can post some more afterwards, but now by buds are here for L.
FUCK ME! No I'm not actually DEAD. Far from it. What I am is in extreme cultural decompression (if that's even a term) as I slowly/but not so patiently make my way home from 6 months of contracted very lucrative semi-hell in Shanghai. Turns out they needed me a lot me than I even thought. Perhaps I am acquiring some serious jaw dropping assets other than just you know where.
At the moment I have arrived at my hotel in London where I will be staying for 2 nights before I finally arrive back in NYC early Monday morning (and no I won't be heading into work). Technically I'm not due back until Wednesday. And this Hotel I am at (The Berkeley in Knightsbridge) has really mofo impressed the hell out of me thus far. My suite is EXACTLY what it's supposed to be. Something you could actually bring a high priced escort into and not have it looking like some place where your Grandmother's pussy would feel (and look) right at home. I even have a spectacular view of some damn really old church (lots of damn really old churches in London) that actually looks more like a Cathedral visible through the floor to ceiling terrace windows. I wonder if there are any actual monks in there? I wonder if they could see anyone in this suite fucking at night if the curtains were left open? Clearly my brain is still suffering from jet lag.
I was driven INSANE by Chinese cyber security which I fear at times is only a "harbinger" of what the most controlling (not to say oppressive) will enact in the future. Hopefully you are impressed by my use of the word "harbinger" -part of a quite concerted effort to beef up my vocabulary beyond just French sex terms. I can't say too much but at least am certain that Russia and China both will be operating their own completely state controlled versions of the WWW sooner than later. For example I was able to actually access this site on quite rare occasions (dangerous enough with very strict controls -meaning that among other issues I couldn't actually post or comment on anything).
But for those actually interested I can certainly say that as far as experiencing the "real thing" it has been quite a long time (perhaps my longest hiatus ever) since I've had the opportunity to bury my meat bat deep into some quivering pink thing. The Chinese babes, no matter what their "status" as a general rule have been quite adamant and unwilling to have me risk stretching out their precious treasure boxes. Treasure boxes which as a rule have always been quite wonderfully and jaw dropping tight just not a few inches in but ALL the way in. Talk about some sheer ecstacy. However that experience quickly comes with a thousand more strings attached than most Western male minds could ever dare to comprehend. Which may or may not be why the Chinese (almost exclusively) have designed some of the best (if not the best) and most expensive Love dolls in the planet. I ended up with a model that was close to $6,000 and worth every penny. In the end I was pounding into her almost nightly (yet without cumming) for sometimes as long as nearly 60-70 minutes. So while the Chinese babes may enjoy trying to get me naked for a "handjob", I have enjoyed telling them to "just cork it" as I wait to eventually enjoy the real thing once I get back home.
By the way, does anyone have any recommendations on what are the current hottest clubs in London right now? If I ask the current Concierge on duty about the hottest place in London I'm afraid he may just tell me his place. I have a feeling (given that he looks like an admittedly pretty stunning Argentinian/Italian or something) that he might actually get a lot of takers. But right now I'm not unloading these balls for anything that doesn't have a spectacular pair of breasts attached- sorry dude.
FUCK ME!! I wasn't really sure what to title this. Maybe the "Post Birthday BLUES" would have been better. I turned 27 yesterday. Even my stupid brother flew into NYC for the weekend just to remind me and help me celebrate. Sorry I haven't blogged much to give anyone any advance notice but I've been pretty friggin occupied and last week was not uneventful. Although since I haven't had any type of shall we say "sexual, animalistic fulfillment" since the events of last weekend I would wager my balls are now once again as overfull as they were then. I was actually an amazingly good boy at my party as well (getting neither hammered or fucked up (or out) -in all the possible senses of that phrase). But that was partly due to the presence of my boss and several really amazing “VIPs” (but more on that later).
I may need to change my primary swim workout location (at least for a while). It became pretty clear awfully fast that some details of my exploits last weekend made the rounds of the Locker-room fuck buddies and assorted flesh eating, cock sucking vampires that lurk in the shadows (and often not even in the shadows). So, thanks for that, my newfound buddy! I mean everyone appreciates a good admiring fan base I suppose. But when every time you leave to head out to your car you have 3 guys following you and/or find several messages taped/stuck into your windshield basically begging to do anything for a chance for 15 minutes with your cock/pecs/ass/feet you name it -it gets to be a bit much sometimes. Not once has a babe given me that kind of attention. I’m not even sure what the going rate of offers for “blowjobs” in slightly up-scale parking garages even is these days, but I’m thinking I may at least be getting offers at a pretty absurd high end of it. One thing I did learn a pretty long time ago however was me replying “sorry, the head usually just gets too big/wide for that as soon as I’m fully hard” is NOT the way to shut down that particular conversation.
But hey at least I had one hell of a Birthday party (considering it was a Sunday evening). It was organized almost completely by my good buddy and former neighbor Hamlin. The caterer was someone fantastic so we decidedly avoided the debacle which occurred last Thanksgiving-eve. In fact, it was my first real party inside my new condo higher up in the building. And the guest list (thank you again Hamlin) was likely the most spectacular EVER. This was partly due to the fact that my Birthday this year occurred the night before the MET GALA (which I basically have never paid any attention to). But the extra A-list models, photographers and their associates that are in town due to it (even if they are not actual invites) was/is pretty staggering according to Hamlin (and he would know).
Pretty much all of my work buddies showed up (many sans girlfriends/fiancées). But that had little to do with me and was mostly due to the presence of a handful of Grade AAA underwear models, Slavic princesses and the like. Like Chipotle before him, my golden retriever Snorre was making me crazy running around the place losing his shit all day long. He always knows when something is up. Maybe it had something to do with the continual deliveries and packages arriving on a SUNDAY (all usual long trip to the Park day). The massive bar laid out and the arrival of the cake (in the shape of an enormous cock with melon sized BALLS - thanks JED) were pretty big clues as well.
As for me news of the “SURPRISE” party didn't arrive until Friday afternoon. So that’s another reason I didn’t mention anything about it before hand. It in truth completely fucked up my previous well laid plans to head into Connecticut to plow multiple mounds of anxiously awaiting pussy. The girls were not pleased. At least on the brighter side my second surprise gift from Hamlin (and this was payback for a favor I did for him almost 3 years ago) - was a welcome surprise indeed. Although technically it has nothing to do with me getting laid (I don't think). It's a little risqué but I'm up for it and certainly don't mind in the least given the talent involved. In about 3 weeks I will doing a photo shoot with a quite well-known photographer (especially in Russia and Eastern Europe). He specializes in semi-erotic physique shots involving male models (photographed like wrestlers, bodybuilders, boxers etc.). -but often around abandoned palaces, or dark Medieval looking forests etc. Very surreal. I am to be photographed with a specific Russian model and we are both supposed to be mostly nude (no cock shots apparently but everything else will be fair game). Yeah FUCK ME!
I met the model and his girlfriend last night (they both came to the party) and spent an hour on the phone dealing with Hamlin and also my guy who handles those details me for (and he was able to confirm everything with the photographer). So yes, I will be traveling to Slovakia for about 5 days (in about 3 weeks from now). I’m not even sure where the hell Slovakia even is, although my brother told me it’s the place where they filmed all the “Hostel” movies and that no American ever returns from there alive or in one piece. Thanks Bro. All I know is that as long as I’m being flown 1st class and staying at some Hotel that looks like an 18th century palace I’m probably happy to go there. Hey, I may be getting older but still haven’t lost my sense of adventure.
I just really need to come up with a solution for getting myself laid soon (and in hopefully pretty spectacular fashion). My balls are seriously starting to ache again. Swim workout in about an hour. That always helps, in spite of all the attention. I posted a partial pic of the Russian model dude on my twitter. I can certainly see why the photographer may have wanted to use me. Our torsos/bodies are really pretty damn similar -it’s kind of scary. Although he definitely has those dark Russian aspects for his hair and eyes as opposed to my “dirty blonde” and blue. I think its going to be a pretty amazing year. This photo shoot should certainly help my mood, although of course modeling was never something I ever seriously considered going into. Still it's nice to be noticed! And while I'm not exactly a brain surgeon I certainly do have some skills and a pretty damn decent job -thanks Dad! For both the job and the sometimes still "jaw-dropping" genetics -haha!
FUCK ME! That was kind of awesome. I think I'm now sure to get plenty of stares at this point by the time I leave here later today. Housekeeping just woke us up! Actually, both me and JED (who was laying here on the bed bare ass naked). He couldn't find his keys last night (they are likely/hopefully still at the bar) -which was closed by the time he left the room. So, he came back up and I told him he could crash in the room/bed with me. The suite does have a couch, but it's a bizarre quasi -Victorian style baby crocodile green velvet or something and is only about 5 feet long.
I almost always sleep in the nude, although not usually with another guy in the bed. However, I don't have a problem doing so with Jed at all. So housekeeping walks in to discover us both in the bed. His pretty muscular ass on display and me full frontal with my still fuck-swollen cock reaching practically to my knees most likely. Fortunately, I had been smart enough to reserve the room for 2 nights -although I'll leave sometime this evening. Jed is taking another shower now and after I'm done, we'll try and locate his keys and if successful head to the French Bistro nearby and get BREAKFAST/brunch.
Even though I know I didn't have more than 2 drinks the entire long night the evening is surprisingly blurry at the moment. A couple of things that DO stick out. I had forgotten that my buddy JED really should be in porn. He fucks like a pro-- seriously. Derek is certainly no less accomplished; I was even a little surprised. His cock was a surprise too. It was definitely party size (somewhere between 8-9 inches) and relatively thick, but it was also BENT. I mean it had such a serious curve to one side that I was somewhat surprised how she managed it so easily. Poor fucker. Although maybe that feels great inside a pussy, I don't know. When he came he made almost no noise at all. Unlike me and Jed as we both tend to be pretty damn vocal motherfuckers.
In spite of having gone so incredibly long without a release -with two other guys in the room I was pretty determined to make sure I made a good impression and really go the distance. I was certainly helped by the fact that she was indeed pretty goddamn wet, open and juicy by the time I made it in there. She had some pretty nice pussy/beef curtains and a fucking HUGE beefy clit. I mean it was seriously one of the biggest I'd ever seen. And obviously incredibly sensitive. There were a couple of times when I proceeded to lean my whole body back as much as possible while pumping into her to give Derek some munch time with it. Other times when he was straddling her stomach and fucking her tits he would lean back and finger her clit pretty dexterously with his fingers as I pumped. A couple of times he worked his hand down to feel around my cock as I thrust, but fortunately didn't keep that up for too terribly long!
After 30 or so minutes I'm sure she opened up even deeper to the point where I must have made it past/underneath her cervix. When your cock head hits that wonderful sticky spongy paradise it's like being in honeycomb. Your feel the extra sensations all along your shaft after that. At least I do. Something in the texture of their pussy also changes as well. Five to ten minutes later I can hear myself begin to start making those low pitched "whining" sounds like I do. Pretty soon after that I feel my hips start to go into "turbo" mode -for lack of a better term. I can be "out of it" for the next 15-20 minutes, oblivious to everything but the pussy I'm fucking until I hear myself cumming.
And last night, JESUS - did I ever cum! Who seriously is going to COUNT them at a time like that, but it felt like it was likely to be close to around 40 spurts --easy- by the time I was finished.
Yeah - FUCK ME! the overwhelming feelings of fullness are making me a bit psychotic at this point. Although the energetic long run I just returned from - in almost annoyingly sunny weather-certainly helped somewhat. Ok - truth. This was actually supposed to have been over with last weekend. I had an extremely eager and horny coed coming down from the Univ. of Conn. (part of the group of babes that I occasionally still live cam with) to visit her family here in the city for the Easter weekend. She also had been anxious for a chance to experience my cock in the flesh for about 2 years at this point.
Unfortunately, my parents arrived for a surprise EASTER visit late Friday night. They hadn't made the trip up in forever and neither of them had as yet seen my new (larger) place. Well, actually dad saw it once while they were still working on the extensive remodeling. So yeah- FUCK the best laid plans. This was crazy. Mom even brought me an Easter basket!! Not only that, she brought one for my golden retriever Snorre as well. Even though they stayed at the Peninsula hotel they had massive dinner/show/shopping plans (which included me) -and they stayed through Tuesday morning. Majorly screwing up their Saturday night Big Apple plans for a personal fuckfest of my own was not an option. Not with my parents.
As far as I know the young lady had no idea of the massive cum load I was definitely intending to shoot fully inside her. Actually, based on past similar experience her pussy likely wouldn't have nearly been able to hold it all. Not with my cock also deep inside her as well. I would have had to try and cum in classic "creampie" position with just the head of my cock barely inside her, something which I at least find nearly fucking impossible to do. But anyway, even though she was slightly pissed I've promised her a makeup fuck the weekend of her graduation. So that's that. Sort of.
At the point I am now there is one obvious winner in the contest. Even though I'm now quite a few days beyond what he wagered (almost as a joke) he still wins since of course he'll be closer to the actual number than any of the others. So, what's a 26-year-old (thanks bro for reminding me I'm not as old as I in a state of sheer fuck panic once thought I was!) not too bad looking, athletic, well hung, over-full balled, Wallstreet finance monkey like me have to do to get laid????!!!! And by like TONIGHT maybe? Fortunately, I have a Plan A and a Plan B.
I met a new possible workout buddy while swimming on Tuesday night. I almost never go to this place on Tuesday, preferring to take my Tuesday and Wednesday swims at a smaller fitness center with a much more serious weight room. I could tell right away this guy was a serious fucking athlete. In fact, he's much more cut and defined than me and on any given day a better swimmer as well. He also looks slightly familiar and I finally recognized him from some Triathlons I'd been in, although I probably haven't competed in any for about 3 years now. I was the one who struck up a conversation with him actually, and came to find out he's definitely been competing very seriously all over the country. He owns his own company as well, which makes special-order high-end bikes for Triathletes and other cyclists.
Well to make a long story shorter we exchanged info's but also both ended up swimming until closing time. He stayed on to talk to one of the life guards while I went to shower. I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing at my locker still fully nude when he came in. I think he did a double take for a second, shook his head and said "woah" and slightly chuckled before walking on which I thought was pretty funny. I didn't think anything more about the guy until late Thursday night he calls me up. He wanted to know if I had a current girlfriend as he had one who was "quite spectacular" but was also interested in "threesomes". The pic he sent of her almost simultaneously made it pretty clear he wasn't joking. The pic also gave me a massive raging hardon that nearly tore open my frigo underwear. By the time I jerked them off they were already pretty soaked by my precum.
The guy says he not gay (although he admires the male physique) but he also gets really aroused at the thought of another guy fucking the women he's involved with. Especially if they are a serious rival in the "stud" department. I actually have no idea what the guy is "packing". I didn't notice, but then I almost never do. He did say that his girlfriend has an obsession with "large cocks". I just know he certainly seems like a great, serious, highly motivated (probably all these more so than me) athletic, sexed up guy. With one hell of a girlfriend. Motherfucker----.
I already have a suite booked at the Gramercy for tonight. I'm meeting several of my buddies for drinks -late. They have assured me they I could easily find a likely spectacular sex partner there on a Saturday night. They'll even help me out on that score. I did this one before and had one of my best sexual conquests ever in that hotel. That's Plan B. I've already called my Triathlete and asked him about a possible for tonight. He's discussing it with his girlfriend to double check what her plans are (they don't actually live together). The night could be interesting - that's for fucking sure.
I usually blog post on Saturday/Sunday mornings or sometimes at work on Monday if something really interesting has taken place (usually during lunch with my buddies). It's after 5:00 p.m. on a FRIDAY and most everyone has left the office for the Easter/Passover weekend but I'm still here instead getting ready to post. So you KNOW something pretty major must be about ready to go down. I know I haven't blogged for the whole duration of Lent + an extra week and a half! Essentially not since my last sexual escapade, which I have to admit was pretty fucking enjoyable.
My buddies are constantly making fun of me with my penchant for much preferring "raging bull" like sexual encounters, almost never with the same pussy twice. When I look at them closely (or even not very closely) and see the kind of hell they generally put up with their usually exceptionally high maintenance girlfriends/fiances I have to consider myself fortunate for the most part. Yes, once in a while one of them will find a young lady who is indeed cultured, well read, quite wonderful to be around with an amazing and engaging REAL personality and also fucking hot as hell. But these women tend to not stick around for very long since lets just face it, my buddies are all basically pretty self absorbed assholes.
My buddies also make fun of me for my legendary abstinence periods. My view is that there is hardly much point in pulling down your underwear in the heat of passion to expose a pretty god damn jaw dropping sized cock if you can't also surround it with an overfull pair of balls. Ping Pong sized orbs would be a tragedy. Even though I'm not as fully gifted in that department as my dad, with enough time off I can certainly fill up my sack to near grapefruit sized if I hold off long enough. Which I've certainly done on plenty of occasions, and interested parties who frequent my gym not so infrequently seem to notice.
I'm actually meeting the guys for Good Friday drinks at a bar nearby in about 30 minutes. It will be Jed's turn to measure, which will be great because I'm a lot less self conscious when he's doing it. The stall's in this place are fortunately very large and actually slightly elegant. We just always pretend we're in there doing coke and since we're pretty obviously Wall Street monkeys generally nobody gives us even a second glance. I just need to remember to take a measuring tape from here as he invariably forgets. The whole point is to verify that I obviously haven't blown my load yet. My guess is by now they'll be nearing the 30 centimeter circumference mark. They're usually anywhere between 23/25 after I've cum so its an obvious fucking very noticeable difference. They guys have wagered a lot of money on this. We'd jokingly discussed doing this for years actually. Inspired obviously by that wonderfully dumb Josh Hartnett movie. Which I can hardly watch most of the time as some of that bitchy snatch in it is definitely nut busting hot. I just never was in exactly the right mood. Only 2 guys are still in the running at this late date. Nobody thought I would actually make it this far. Oh ye dumb fuckers of little faith. They just don't know how close my moment of deep pussy pounding/bull-ball churning ecstacy really is. I'll post tomorrow since I don't want to give anything more away right now.
I have to say that as far as I'm concerned 33 degrees is the perfect running/jogging weather. I just got back from what was for me a pretty long run (for the winter) of about 2 1/2 hours. I even made an extra detour to run up to and around Time Square to see if its still as dreary and ridiculous as ever. Yeah, no surprises there. Still I'm never happier than when I've got patches of snow everywhere. This extra long excursion was partly to clear my head (I think) after the events of yesterday afternoon.
Sure, by now I've been fortunate enough to have fucked a good deal of pussy. And mostly fresh young, Grade A, cream of the crop pussy at that. Still I haven't had the opportunity to fuck more than just a handful of virgins. And it certainly isn't from lack of opportunity to have fucked a lot more. But when confronted with the reality of the size of my cock (and in particular the head which can swell to just over 2 inches wide when fully hard) most of the time sheer pussy panic usually sets in. Abort! Abort the mission - please! Fortunately yesterday afternoon's experience was a bit more successful.
There is a 20 year old swimmer babe who spotted me at one of the fitness centers where I've been working out for several years now. I primarily go there for the pool though. She struck up a conversation with me about 2 months ago and obviously has had her eye on "my bod" perhaps ever since. But in this she is no different from about a dozen other people I can think of from there (about half of which are men). Even though I always go to these places to friggin WORK OUT and not socialize, I'm in truth a pretty friendly guy perhaps so naturally maybe people want to talk to me. The fact that I have a cock that is both a shower and a grower and is always tightly packed into a speedo presenting I expect a rather jaw dropping bulge most of the time may or may not have anything to do with people seemingly always wanting to strike up a conversation.
But to make what could be a really long getting to know someone story short lets just say she'd really been throwing a lot of serious obvious signals that she was very interested in seeing me sans Speedo and maybe even getting to know me in the biblical sense for about the past 3 weeks. She's from the city and lives with her parents (not far from me or the fitness center as it turns out) and is going to school at one of the local major Universities. Unfortunately (or fortunately - I haven't decided which yet) - it's the same one as "Tigger"). She's majoring in "Research and Experimental Psychology". I told her I'm not even sure what that even is but that it's pointless to spend too much time trying to figure me out.
I was a little late for my regular swim on Monday night and had gotten several pretty anxious texts from her - all alluding to the fact that she was hoping that Friday could be the day! This was surprising on a number of fronts,first being that I know I hadn't given her my cell #,and secondly from the seeming implications. It was only a short time before that she'd even mentioned in a rather surprising conversation that she was a little embarrassed to still be a virgin at 20. By the time I got to the pool she seemed a little hysterical (not good considering her major) but all was explained soon. Both of her parents were away visiting Hawaii for 2 weeks but would be returning on Saturday. She knew that I'd mentioned I often only work a half day on Fridays. She been thinking things over quite furiously in her mind for sometime but had finally decided she wanted to lose her virginity with me - no strings attached! (whatever in the fuck that means).
So lets just say this Genie was happy to grant her wish! She has a killer,fucking body (which I'd already had plenty of opportunity to view most of) and is energetic as hell (as most swimmers are). She wanted all this to occur at her place in her own bed (which I had no problems with) although I still had a hell of a time finding her basically unmarked building in spite of it being walking distance from where I live.
Her pussy was a shock, being much plumper and swollen when the time came than I was expecting. As is my usual custom I licked, sucked, swallowed and just basically devoured her perfectly formed clit for close to an hour while she pretty much screamed from pleasure the whole time (which was a real treat!). I"m happy to say her pussy really opened up pretty wide while I did this. In fact I only caught site of just some thin folds along the opening. Although definitely the sweet tart smell was quite distinctive and can just cause a guys heart to pound with excitement over the tightness and special sensations likely to be encountered within.
Fortunately my cock was so covered in heavy precum that getting it inside (or at least the first inch then finally two inches) was not nearly the struggle I have frequently encountered before (and sometimes from babes who were far from being virgins). It became pretty clear very soon that I would have to be content with only about 2 inches of her pussy to work with for a good while. Work it over I did as much as my skills would allow, but at some point it just gets slightly absurd working over a pussy when you still have slightly more than 8 inches of your shaft being held in reserve outside of her!
At some point though after about 40 long minutes a magic moment happened and about 6/7 inches of my cock slid inside her. FUCK ME - I know I let out several audible deep guttural moans that were practically screams from the deep sensations of pleasure when that happened. Fortunately I was able to regain my composure and almost instinctively knew what to do. I pulled her ankles up to my shoulders (no problem since she has that swimmers great flexibility) locked myself in a firm pushup position on top of her and gave her about 10 -12 minutes of the kind of deep cock fucking I imagine she had been hoping for. It was certainly the type of indescribably tight, wet and HOT unexplored pure pussy pleasure that you only get just a few times EVER.
I seriously don't know which one of us was making more fucking noise! I was quite literally yelling near the top of my lungs from the sensations of pleasure. Then at one point I had to pull back and let her legs down. Her pussy was violently contracting and squeezing against my cock so hard I knew she had to be cumming. I pulled fully out at one point but she fucking SCREAMED at me to put it back in. The next time I pulled out (and I'll keep how long that was between us) she certainly understood why. Her eyes had pulled back into her head by then but she clearly saw it happening. As the heavy thick spurts proceeded to land high up on her body past her breasts (yet obviously continuing to splatter much longer than she'd anticipated) I watched her mouth slowly opening to form a wide "O". After what had to be close to 2 minutes of this she uttered "oh my god". The last time I came was nearly five weeks ago. You do the math. This is what happens. I'd even mentioned it to her, but I think maybe that detail just got lost in the general excitement. Anyway, welcome to my world. And thanks for the very fresh puss.
She managed to take a pic of me crawling on her little bed in her room NAKED (but still with my cock hidden from her) right before we seriously got things started. She sent that to me and I've taken the liberty of posting it just now on my Twitter. Anything else will need to stay private on this one.
Ok, JESUS. I've just arrived at the office after finally getting back late last night. I think I have a few minutes before the first of my finance buddies starts to wander in here and start blathering away, bugging me about my trip. It was certainly successful enough, from a pussy marauder perspective I think. Although Tigger and I agreed to not have the second competition, since there were just too many logistical problems that he didn't think through. That still didn't prevent him from totaling nailing one of the little freshman rushette debutantes Monday night. The word on the street is that he made her cum 27 times. But that was over a whole long night of fucking and therefore not a true valid score.
As for our competition on Saturday night, in the end we both got 6 girls total. I was really lucky as I got my X with the 5th girl. I went to the 6th girls room but she was really funny and just wanted me to "cuddle" with her. Considering it was a little before 5:00 a.m. I guess that wasn't too surprising. I snuck out for a shower in the morning, went back into her room and then gave her a 20 minute furious headboard banging wake-up fuck for breakfast. Which she just fucking loved although I have to admit my cock was actually pretty fucking swollen and sore for that one.
As for the competition aspect, the results were a little hard to tally since I didn't have the mistress of ceremonies back to "monitor" my breakfast fuck. But averaging my 4 official "non climaxing" fucks against Tigger's 5 I actually (maybe even surprising) took a slim victory. My girl's averaged 6 full blown orgasms to his girl's 5. So in spite of his extra inch of cock shaft it's my huge mushroom head that makes the difference I'm pretty sure. Many girls have noted that in terms of fuck technique and impact were really pretty similar.
As far as my "JOY" fuck with girl # 5 I must admit that was a real fuckin ball churner for sure. When your pre-orgasm sensations start about 10 minutes before you finally shoot you know its going to be fucking unreal.
The girl claimed later that I jack knifed into her so deep and hard the first couple of release strokes that I pulled her body nearly a foot off the bed. FUCK ME THE NEW BANE OF MY EXISTENCE IS HERE!!-- BOSS!!!
Yeah, ok so maybe either Tigger or myself should have bothered to check the actual weather forecasts for here before we left the big city -in a jeep with no heat! Seriously, if we stay through Sunday night (definite fuck plans made for that night as well) its supposed to get down to ZERO here. At least we already know we certainly won't be sleeping in the jeep - that's for damn sure.
I'm getting a late start to my post this morning since I'd forgotten what a ZOO situation transpires at huge Fraternity houses (where we have guests rooms and meal passes) for Saturday morning brunch. Once guys learn where I work (not to mention those that hear rumors about why I'm actually visiting) I invariably get a long line of still groggy dudes wanting to introduce themselves. Which is certainly fine and I enjoy since I'm basically a pretty god damn friendly person. I also love how many old historic Fraternity houses like this one still have communal showers on most of their floors. So I managed to get some pretty shocked stares this morning. But I also couldn't help observing that for anyone worried about the future - don't be. There are what looks to be plenty of young Fraternity housed horse-cocks about to graduate in the near future. At least from this campus anyway.
As far as tonight's activities I don't want to say or give away too much right now. Just that if you've been following "Pussy Roulettes" in the past then you pretty much know how they work - maybe. The rules are always variable and subject to change. We're pretty lucky so far in that all 7 girls (for each of us) apparently still seem to be in the game (so to speak). But seeing as they're all seniors and needed to actually raffle that's perhaps not as surprising. Tigger and I have agreed to some additional ground rules going in (which will be noted and refereed by our respective "Mistress of ceremonies"}.
We can only spend 20 minutes max. in each of the "non-winners". When the girls card is opened by the always present Mistress of ceremonies after the 15 minute mark- if she's the winner (with the X) we MUST go ahead and pummel her until we cum. But that has to be a minimum of 60 minutes (already after the 15). Even if its our first pussy of the night. And we must make it to the 6 remaining girls since the goal of this competition will be the averaging of the number of orgasms had by each of the non-winning girls! I know its confusing but this is college, so we should be ok. So like your parents told you, its important to be nice to everybody, and treat even losers like winners whenever possible!
Tigger is just as excited for our Sunday night round which will (hopefully) involve the actual Bid day candidates. During the day on Sunday all the Rushettes select their top 3 houses and sign their agreements. Some of the girls will be invited back to the houses that were "guests" of for that night. Not for sex, but in order to watch Tigger (or myself) having sex with a pre-selected member of the house. The competition here is for each of us to try and have as many multi -orgasms as possible, pulling out to ejaculate each time so everything will be clearly visible. Given that I haven't cum since the weekend before Thanksgiving (I don't even want to calculate how many days that is at this point - FUCK ME), I feel I'm more than ready for both of these at this stage. Ok, I really need to go swimming dammit. We should both be in pussy sometime after midnight - if all goes according to plan-which it frequently doesn't!!
I've only been at work about an hour but am already prepared to blow a couple of people's head's off. Such negativity and doom and gloom depression (in or outside the financial markets) --its just not me! I find it to be particularly common during the month of January, which is probably why I came up with the idea of initiating "Pussy Roulette" on college campuses for guys like me AFTER graduation in the first place. Lets face it. It's the ultimate Alumni experience. And keeps still potent,horny well hung fuckers excited about revisiting campuses, donating and all that sort of thing.
I'm blogging a short blog a little to early just to give you a heads up (and heels up with pussy lips already slightly pulled apart as well) to let you know that Tigger and I both will be heading up Northwest of here tomorrow afternoon. We're taking my jeep, not because were expecting a winter storm or anything but just because its a lot more fun. And also safer on campus than the sports car.
We will be getting there for the near climax of Sorority rush (pun not intended). Even though preference day is not until Sunday with Bid day on Monday were actually not there for the tight pussied rushettes. It's the graduating Seniors (in two separate houses) that are getting the treatment. A total of 7 girls each that have held raffles to get in. Which they'll donate to some really beautiful charity (I love that!). All this will be happening at the respective houses late on Saturday night. There has been some talk of getting some film/video footage to be kept under serious lock and key for historical purposes (or for recruiting purposes).
But once again its Tigger who has been in charge of the setup so who know what will actually happen.
All I know is we both will be getting some serious pussy, with one girl each getting an internal cum blast that both Tigger and I will likely go into convulsions over.
more later-- my new boss is here (oh my god)