Date #5 My Cute Bald Englishman

Date #5 My Cute Bald Englishman

Finally, I’ve been asked out by someone English! Maybe English guys just aren’t attracted to me? I don’t know. I don’t at all mind being asked out by other nationalities, but it does seem weird that I live in England and this is my first English guy since I’ve started this internet dating thing.

I met my Bald Eagle at a pub down the road from where I work. He was charming, warm, funny and a damn nice guy. We both share a passion for the gym. The three hours we spent together felt like 3 minutes. I know that’s so cliché, but that’s how it felt.

There was definite chemistry there. Probably not as much chemistry as the Australian guy, but I also had a lot less to drink this time around. We left the pub after our third drink. We kissed just outside of the tube station. His lips were soft, tender and I felt good in thinking that he’s the sort of guy I’d like to kiss again.

I Fucked Him Up the Ass (Part 2)

Mr.MusicBiz hikes up my skirt as he flicks his tongue against mine. His mouth is all over my face. He’s passionate, yet controlled. He smells great. His cologne is so sensual. His mouth tastes vaguely like mints. He grabs the back of my head with one hand and pushes my mouth deeper into his

We spend a few more minutes kissing then we move on to the waterbed. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes off his shirt, then his trousers, followed by his black Y-fonts. He folds his clothes neatly and stacks then on top of a small chest of drawers.

I take off my shirt, exposing my large breasts. He immediately cups them, then begins kissing, sucking and nibbling on them. Mmmmmm. I leave my black lace skirt on for no particular reason.

I sit on the edge of the waterbed. He stands up, his hard cock right there in my face. What’s a girl to do when there’s a throbbing cock in her face? Suck it, of course!

I take his cock into my mouth and cup his balls with my hand. He reaches down, lifts my skirt and starts fingering my pussy.

We both lay down on the waterbed. It feels ultra wavy. My red satin sheets add a dimension of slipperiness to the occasion.

As I lay back on the bed, he lifts my skirt again and dives head-first into my pussy. His tongue is incredible! He’s a voracious pussy-eater. I have a mini-orgasm as he flicks my clit. He plunges his tongue into my cunt. He lifts me up ever so gently and starts rimming me.

Mr.MusicBiz soon lunges forward. His throbbing cock slides into my pussy. I love it when a guy gets me wet enough that his cock slides inside me with ease. I wanted his cock so badly. When he thrusts it in to me it feels SO GOOD!

We start pumping each other and kissing. My legs are in the air resting on his shoulders. He grinds his cock deeper and deeper into me. His smooth balls brush against my clit – an amazing feeling. I have another mini-orgasm. We pump each other for a good twenty minutes or more. Our bodies are tightly entertained. He starts breathing heavier and heavier the suddenly then he cums inside me.

He lays on top of me for a few minutes with his cock still firmly in place. He then dismounts and lays on the waterbed next to me. We have some post-coital chat about LA, the music business and the Video Music Awards.

I ask him for the time. He reaches over to the nightstand and picks up his watch. The time is 5:25.

“We better get ready for dinner,” I say as I point to the strap-on which is on the floor in a small pile with the other sex toys. “Well save that bad boy for round 2!”

Part 3 coming tomorrow.

I Fucked Him up the Ass (Part 1)

I Fucked Him up the Ass.

On Friday Mr.MusicBiz flew into town from LA. First Class. BA. Flat bed seats. New silver iPod Nano, listening to a rough cut of his own album, that he just wrapped production on.

On Saturday he calls me from the Sanderson. He hates the Sanderson. He hates the décor. Too modern. Too smarmy. No minibar. At least the record company is paying for it. He’s tuning a guitar while he’s talking to me. At least I think it’s a guitar? He says he might switch to the Dorchester. Or he might stay where he is. Or maybe the Ritz. He thinks he’s incapable at the moment of making a definite decision. He says he’s meeting up with some friends at a gig tonight. He mentions a few famous names. I feign sounding impressed. He then asks me if I want to go out to diner on Sunday.

I say yes. He wants me to pick a restaurant. I ask him if I should get a restaurant near him or near me. He says near me since he hasn’t figured out if he’s switching hotels or not.

I ask him about the guitar and why he’s tuning it. He says it’s not a guitar. It’s a bass. He also says it’s not his. It belongs to a friend. (I guess that explains that?)

“Any special requests?” I ask him.

He pauses. The bass goes quiet. The line sounds almost dead. He then says, “I want to fuck.” He pauses again “But I also want to get fucked.”

I look at Doggums and raise an eyebrow.

An hour later I’m in Harmony Sex Shop on Tottenham Court Road. I expected the place to be filled with perverts and sleazy eastern European types. Aside from a few Germans, the clientele looked surprisingly similar to Waitrose customers.

I spend twenty minutes examining the strap-on harnesses. I wish someone would write a guide book on the subject.

Here’s what I know about strap-ons:

• They cost from £30 to £80.


• The better ones are made out of leather, some are made out of vinyl / canvas.


• Most harnesses fit up to a 48 inch (122 cm) waist.


• Some companies make harnesses for “plus size women.”


• The two main parts of a harness are the harness itself and the dong (dildo). They are usually sold together but can be bought separately.



• Some strap-one (like the one I bought) come with a mini-vibrator. So you can get pleasure while you’re giving it!



• Some strap-ons come with a device you can insert into your pussy and or anus. This is also so you can give pleasure and get pleasure.



• Don’t forget to buy lube.

I spent £125 on toys. This includes: a cat-o-nine tails, fuzzy handcuffs, a vibrator called Wanda, an anal vibrator an oral sex vibrating bug and cherry-flavored lube.

I was just getting out of the bath when Mr.MusicBiz arrived at my door. I quickly threw on come clothes: A sparkly tank top that shows mucho cleavage and a black lace skirt. No panties. No Bra.

He looked good. He looked very, LA. His hair looked lighter, his skin looked tanner. We kissed as he entered my flat. Doggums wasn’t happy about this. She barked incessantly. I finally bribed her with a half-eaten chicken leg and she seemed to quiet down.

Mr.MusicBiz and I headed into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. He kissed me passionately while I reached down and felt his hard-on. He said he hadn’t masturbated in a few days; that he was bursting, but he was saving his cum for me. “Good boy,” I told him.

We spent several minutes kissing. He moved from my mouth to my neck. Then he kissed my ear and my knees started to quiver.

Part 2 coming tomorrow.

The Law of Diminishing Returns

The Law of Diminishing Returns

The law of diminishing returns is an archetypal economic theory that pronounces that as more investment is made, the overall return on that investment declines at an increasing rate.

In relationship terms: The thrills and butterflies you get from a certain person decreases the more that you’re in contact with them.

In Anjelika terms: Each time I see the B.A.T.H. (Boy Across The Hall) he’s less cute than the time I’ve seen him before. The first time I saw him, holy he was hot stuff, but now when I look at him I think, ‘How did I ever think he was cute?’

There is some part of him that at its very core is endearing and cute, but it never matches the first time that I saw him. It’s like when you kiss someone for the very first time. That’s the best kiss ever. No kiss ever measures up to the first kiss. No kiss ever holds the importance, memory, or passion of that first lip lock. Sure, they’ll be plenty of plenty of kisses in-between, but as the law of diminishing returns state, the high that you feel from the first kiss will decrease with each succeeding kiss.

Over the past two months I’ve had more contact with the B.A.T.H. True, from an appearance standpoint he’s not at hot as when I first saw him. What I’ve found, however, is that the more I get to know him, the more I realize I quite like him.

What I know about the B.A.T.H. :

• He’s 6’2”


• He might have a girlfriend.


• He works for a charity.


• He has a brother who sometimes stays overnight.


• He leaves for work at 9:15 AM.


• He smokes, but not inside his apartment.


• He knows my name, but I don’t know his.

I know it’s bad business to shag your neighbor (especially if you own) but he’s definitely one guy I’d like to get to know, much, much better.

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