OK, so i wans't totally honest in my last post

I didn't mention the HOURS AND HOURS of hot sex I had the night before. Mostly because I couldn't think of an amusing and witty nickname for the dude. I still can't. I think maybe i'll call him mr. hooptie". Mr. Hooptie and I had worked together, many moons ago. He is one of the funniest people I know. He's in some ways all ghetto superstar, but at the same time, he's a computer tech. We have a LOT in common, and the only thing that kept me out of his bed back when we worked together was his wife and basketball team of kids *yes, 5*. However, now he's divorced. So, GAME ON!
I tried to meet him for a drink, but we got a very late start, and it took me longer to get to the bar on my motorcycle than I anticipated. I missed last call. I barely had time to thaw (it's late september in NH, and after midnight, remember). We zipped home, and smoked a blunt.
Before NoFan and I split up - when we had the open relationship, I had the pleasure of spending an evening with Mr. Hooptie. He give the BEST oral sex. Seriously. Well, maybe not the best, as I have about three people in the running for that title - but he's one of them for sure. Somehow, he ate me for hours and never even let me get at his cock. What a tease.
I decided to remedy that this time. I had him sit on the couch and spent about 15 minutes rubbing all over his jock. Rubbing my face, my cheeks, my forehead, my lips, my hands, my tits - all of it - all over him thru his pants. I could hear him moaning in pleasure. On of my favorite foreplay tricks is to wrap my lips around your cock thru your jeans and breathe hot breath on it.
Finally I got his gorgeos black cock out of his pants. It wasn't monsterous, but it was BEAUTIFUL. Very dark dark skin, beautiful shape - I must have sucked him for an hour or more. I'd stop and pull away and chill him out every time he was about to come.
Soon he couldn't take it any more and led me over to the bed. He went down on me for a while, and got me off once or twice. I was an animal by this time, as there's nothing that works me up more than sucking a beautiful cock. I needed him inside me.
Cue problem. I CAN'T FIND A CONDOM. Nowhere in my apartment is there a condom. So I'm destined for a night of frustration, just feeling him rub that beautiful thing all over my ass and lips... MY GOD.
We went all night. We got back from the bar around 2amish, and at 5:45 we were still at it, hearing my cousin's husband pull out of the driveway with his truck. He never got off tho. Again, I'm an unintentional tease.

Anyway, that's my secret hot almost sex story. Since then, I've found no fewer than 3 condoms stashed in the strangest places. Like the spice drawer. WHAT?!!? So needless to say, he will be back soon, and they will be most reachable.

On other topics - my job interview went well. The hiring manager said he thought he would be inviting me back in for a third interview and to meet the founders, but had a few other interviews to complete first. So, keep your fingers crossed STILL. And, monday I am going to spend three hours at the vet's office where I've also interviewd for an on the job skill assessment. I get to watch a surgery! HORRAY! As much as I would love the vet job, I kind of hope i get the tech job, as trying to find my own apartment and living on $10/hour is not something I'm interested in trying to do (again!).

Soon, mon cheres. Soon.

Ladies and Gentlemen - Brace Yourselves Please

I have found my kinky horny equal. And it is a man. And he lives in NH.

The aforementioned ass is a goshdarned freak. I could sort of tell after our first round of sex, as he really enjoyed choking me and tossing me around (maybe almost as much as I enjoyed it!). The greatest thing was, it was all unintentional. I like the bondage, I like some humiliation, I like to be rough housed - but I don't like to ask for it. And somehow it lacks a certain lustre if the arrangement is discussed previously. Of course, the mechanics of finding someone to risk pissing you off royally/upsetting/hurting you without first discussing the parameters is a bit tough. So I was pleasantly surprised when this all came to pass.
After our first session, he set me up with an ftp account on his porn server, and I'LL BE DAMNED! It was all dirty assfucking and fisting and squirting and cumshot porn (four of my favorites!) Soon after that, he started with 'I'm going to fuck your ass the next time I see you, you dirty little bitch!'

MMMMM.

Ok, it's seriously the LOVLIEST fall day out there and my motorcycle is just SCREAMING at me to take her for a long relaxing ride, so I'm going to head out. I may update with more details later, but I felt like I just had to GLOAT! It's kind of fun dishing all this debauchery out to the faceless internet. :) Thanks for reading! AND COMMENTING!

Speaking of that - are you bored with me just telling tales out of school? Should I try to post inciteful and discussionworthy topics once in a while? All opinions appreciated. :)

OH! And I have the face to face for that job I phone interviewed for last week. He told me on the phone they picked the top 8 resumes out of 50 to call back. And then said he would finish the phone screens then bring the top 3 in for face to face interviews. I was DEAD on with all my answers to his questions, and feel pretty good about the repoire we developed on the phone. I tend to wow in person at interviews, so I have a good feeling about this.

Interview is tomorrow at 3:30, so I must get my shit together, get some rest and read up on relational databases (specifically SQL). Anyone have any good resourses for me? I'd be eternally grateful! :)

Ciao - off to zoom zooom on the bike!

Holy shit, i found ass in NH.

Well, I guess it was bound to happen..

I went out on a 'date?' tonight with someone who messaged me on match.com. I'm not sure what to call him, as of yet.

He's 35, works in IT (and knows his shit. Thanks to him, I'm on the computer wireless from my bed!). He seems pretty smart, if not educated. Told me stories about being kicked out of 3 high schools and being sent away to the army by his mother. Infantry. He said 'that's where they put everyone who are too dumb to be trained for anything else.'
Somewhat suavely, i replied, 'seems like their tests aren't too good then, since you obviously do well for yourself as a network engineer.'
We went for an INSANITY fun bikeride. He has a fast little ricebike. It's kind of fun to start the night off with a bikeride, because the precident for touching is set EARLY ON!
We rode for about an hour or maybe a little more - lots of twisty turny roads. Fun, but not so good for getting to know eachother. So we stopped for a couple drinks. He drank beer (he was driving, of course!).
While we were talking at the bar, we got down to talking about our poisons of choice. I first told him of my love for Vodka, then said 'on occasion, I drink tequila, but LOOK THE FUCK OUT when i do that, because I'm TROUBLE.' He said, 'Can I kiss you?' and then seemed COMPLETELY taken aback when I said 'Yes, please!'
He came around the table and landed a decent kiss on me, sort of quick, but hot, and on demand! ;)
On the way back he went REALLY FUCKING FAST on the highway. I saw the speedometer hit 120, but after that tucked in and held on. He told me later we were doing 150. GOD FUCKING LORD- its not fair how great that felt. I know it's too dangerous, and I know it's DUMB... but GOOD CHRIST it felt good.
I invited him upstairs for a drink and to um, erm, 'fix my wireless.'
He did! and then asked for another kiss, and as he came in for it, he grabbed the sides of my head, and pushed me around a bit, then held me still while he sucked my bottom lip into his, slowly nibbling and biting.
'now, that's a kiss,' he said.
He was pretty rough the whole night, which I like! Thankfully aunt flo left this morning, so it was GAME ON!!!!!
All sorts of tossing me around, spanking me, spanking the puss... he rubbed me off pretty hard and got me to kind of squirtycome.. pretty fun.

I think I'll keep him.

Horray for developing locals.

I'd tell you what happened last night...

if I remembered...

GH and I went for a quick bike ride, and then spent what seemed like forever trying to find this restaraunt we could see from the highway, but just not get to!

I drank 3 maitais and a fogcutter, and somehow wound up throwing up all night. And morning. Not pleasant.

And I don't even remember if GH and I fooled around!

Not doing so well today, but I have a phone interview at 3:00 so keep your fingers crossed for me!

~erica

Unfufilled

SO, NoFan came home sunday. I spent most of the day cleaning up around the house and sleeping. I had initially planned to head out before he even got home, but when we spoke on the phone he said I should stay and we could grab some dinner or something. Never being one to turn down a free meal, I decide to hang out with him.
The evening goes fine - Not the magic and stars and how it used to be way it was when we hung out about a month ago, but not all that bad. Especially after a bottle of wine.
So as you might be able to imagine, I'm pretty horned up after this weekend of not really getting off and being all philanthropist and shit.. I've been playing the role of "orgasms for you, no reciprocation needed!" I think I'm near bursting.
So, when he starts kissing me, and takes me up to bed, and tells me he wants to fuck me anyway, I'm certainly down. "But wait," he tells me. "I haven't gotten off in a very long time, so why don't you get me off first, and then I'll fuck you silly!" "Oh," I say, "Like the last 3 times you've said that and then rolled over and went to sleep after you got yours?" "No! Of course not!"

Guess what happened!?!!? and to add insult to injury, he was fucking me for a moment, and I was just starting to come, and it felt to good to him, so he pulled out, right as my pussy was starting to clench. It felt like a fucking vaccuum. IT was THE WORST EVER. Talk about stopping a much needed orgasm right in its tracks.

And of course, he rolled over and couldn't get hard when I tried to get him ready again.

So needless to say, whoever is my next victim i mean fuckbuddy, is in some serious trouble. I'm likely to explode.

Let the games begin.

Saturday's debauchery

Saturday I slept late. I mean REALLY late. It was almost 4pm before I rolled my ass out of bed. Had about 40 phone calls to return, but somehow ended up on the phone with GH. He was sounding slightly sloshed, and saying he would come over with our mutual friend HisWifesVictim. Funny thing that guy - he has this crazy wife who pretty much has the right to do whatever she wants, and does, but won't allow him any fun. Its the most onesided thing I've ever seen. Of course, he runs around behind her back, tho, which is fairly shitty. But almost warrented.
We smoked and drank, drank and smoked, smoke and drank, then went out to meet some random IRC person that GH had used my account to make plans with. She was pretty appauled by the whole situation. We were way out there. Trying to behave when half in the bag is not easy, nor is it any easier when GH and I are feeding off the sexual sparkles in eachother's eyes.
She was a prude, and not so attractive, so home we went. More vodka, more smoke... and suddenly there are two cocks out in front of me!!!!
Well, it wasn't that sudden.. GH and i were messing around most of the night, grabbing and touching. And HisWifesVictim had been present for another bout of erica showing off her blowjob skills on multiple cocks. Wifey had been present at the time, though, so he couldn't join in. So this time around, we're sitting on the couch and I'm in the middle. I'm rubbing on GH and touching him and suddenly I feel hands on me from behind! SWEET!
I went back and forth for a while. Wish I had taken account of the time - tho if I had I might have gotten a sore jaw. HisWifesVictim finished in my mouth (hot hot hot) and GH gave me another nice facial. Coolest part about that evening was listening to HisWifesVictim say "wow, that's GREAT!" and knowing he was watching me take my load like a pornstar.
Then it was back to NoFan's to clean up for his impending arrival.

Friday Night!

Friday night I was hedging about 5 plans, hoping for my good old buddy GH to pull thru for me. He had shit going on, and as much as I love him, he's not always the best at coming thru on plans, especiailly when they are liquid ones. But we were going to do something TOTALLY crazy - we're talking swingers clubs, transvestites, something of that nature. We always have absolutely crazy fun, and I needed some of that.
Besides GH, I had PsychoSappho. She was potentially coming to meet the birds.
Then I had Mr. SecurityGuard from my old job. He was sort of on the longlist, however, because in our first phone conversation he asked me about my favorite position and started talking all sexual. Now, I bet you're all scratching your heads, right? Why would your fearless sexblogger be upset by someone being upfront about sex? I dont know, somehow that was annoying and stank of 'someone who dosen't get any.' And also slightly of 'desperate.' I guess i just somehow like the illusion of the chase - especially with new dudes.
Also vying for my attention was Mr. ArmyMotorcycle. He again was put directly into the category of too sexual on first meet. After I had dinner with him last week, he's felt the need to detail all of his sexual encounters to me. "hi erica, how was your weekend? I banged 3 different chicks in NYC and one here in boston!" I kept ignoring his calls also!
And last but not least, the Ass Spanking Champion of The World. ASCOTW had some freelance work to do, but would potentially be able to stop by around 11 or so. And like I've said before, hes potentially my favorite of the current stable. I love his sarcastic wit, and i LOVE what he does to me when he touches me. I think our energies just align right, because I always just feel like a fucking PORNSTAR when i'm with him.
GH kept pulling the 'let me call you in a couple hours, I'm not really sure what I'm doing' thing, which directly translates to 'more than likely you won't see me tonight' so I hedged my bets and decided to COMBINE two options.
I invite the lezbo to my place earlier in the evening, telling her ASCOTW may be stopping by later. She hims and haws, and takes her sweet time getting here, so by the time shes here, ASCOTW is almost here and their visits exactly overlap. We all sit on the couch, drink, and watch a pretty cool dyke movie - Better Than Chocolate. BY THE WAY.. there is the perfectly hot lesbo in that flick - if you want to know what erica's perfect girl looks like, here she is. So we're all sitting on the couch, Ms. Kidmanesque is cuddling me and kissing my neck, and I'm sitting in the middle, rubbing both of their legs, when suddenly she jumps up, and says, "ok, i'm going to head home!"
WHAT THE FUCK!!! is all I have to say. Does she think she dosen't OWE me for the little show I put on with SomeDude the night before? Did she forget already? I know she's been down with the idea of a threesome with my guy, as we nearly had one with WriterDude a while back. I just don't get it. Neither did poor ascotw. But luckily he spanked me anyway. And I got a big ole facial to top it off. New favorite with him - plain old frottage. He pinned me down and rubbed all over me for a while before I coaxed him out of his shorts to reprove my title as blow job queen. So much fun! And even some of the great cuddling and sleepsnuggling. So good. He called the next day to thank me for destressing him, and mentioned how I always do. Thats gooddamned right, ASCOTW - you ain't never had it like me before! You should just realize a good fucking thing when you spank it and not overanalyze. Of course, he was also wondering what psychosapphos damage is. Wish I could tell him that!

Thursday Night

After my softball game I had tentative plans for PsychoSappho to come and hang out with the birdies and me. I called her in the evening, and she said to give her a call after the game. I called after the game and she said, "well, SomeDude and I are hanging out, if you want to come over here..."
I started home, but realized that if I got in the door of my place I would never turn around and go back out, and I keep cancelling shit on her. I don't want her to think I'm a flake, you know. So I turned around, bought some booze and showed up at her place.
SomeDude was ok looking, and mostly quiet, but I know I'm a bit intimidating when I enter a room and start drinking. We all got really freaking drunk, and I tried to stay out of the mix, but PsychoSappho basically BEGS me to come over, so next thing I know SomeDude and I are involved in a Head to Head comparison on the lovely ms. kidmanesque. It was great. Getting winded? Just tap out! Need to come up for air? Just let him take over!
Since it's been FUCKING PERIOD WEEK for all of this debauchery, i keep my pants on. Once we've reduced Ms. Kidmanesque into a pile of moaning jello about 40 times, she sits up and decides its time for SomeDude to get his rocks off. Of course I help. They were both CLEARLY in AWE of my bjskills. Hell knows, I'm not the blowjob queen of the world for nothin!
So, he coated my tits in manjuice, I cleaned up, and then decided I HAD to drive home. I left them cuddling on the bed.

so drunk

i cant speak,

im so alone. I'll prob delete this later, but im so alone i could die. i need help

So it's been a while.

So much has gone on! Had my last weeks of work, and have (almost) completed the move to NH fulltime. Riding my motorcycle ALOT and trying not to freak out about finances. :)

I slipped my phone number to the cable guy who installed my cable modem. He was pretty cute. And COMPLETELY flirting with me! And he rides a motorcycle. Good times.

About 5 days had gone by and he hadn't called, so I figured he was otherwise engaged, or not interested. After spending a great night with the widower, I showed up at my aunt's house for babchia's famous breaded porkchops. My cousin pulled me aside to warn me. "My husband is going to ask to speak with you tonight- I don't think you'll be hearing from the cableguy. He showed up at the house last night after 10 and woke up the family and the dog, and aaron was threatening to pull a shotgun and is very upset."

I felt terrible. I mean, I do almost everything I can in order to minimize my impact on their life. However, I had absolutely NO CONTROL over this guys actions, and i couldn't even call him to reprimand him. I started apologizing, but then he cut me off to drop what I'm sure he thought was a great pearl of wisdom.

"erica.. you really have to stop fucking around so much. Its hurtuing you, and now its endangering my family."

I tried to calmly tell him that was certainly not his place to discuss with me, being a rent paying tenant at his apartment. And also, that it wasn't true. He went on, "I know girls like you. You only do this because you don't like yourself."

BULLSHIT. I screamed at him to shut the fuck up and not EVER discuss my personal life with me.

See- I've been down this road before. I'll be the first to admit- in the past I have CERTAINLY used sex to feel better about myself. And it never worked. Always had the opposite effect. About 4 years ago I made a lot of vhanges in my life- lost a lot if weight, gained a lot of self confidence- and started using sex for what it's meant for... to feel GOOD!

Sex feels great! I love the closeness, the sensations. I love that I kmow I'm REALLY good at it. I love making my partners eyes roll back in their head and I love it when someone solves my riddle and makes mine.

I'm not using it as an emotional crutch. It's not like it was when i was 21 and using it to feel wanted. I'm just using it to feel good. And I'm always safe and honest. I really dont see a problem with that.

Arrgh. Ok, vent over.

I'm staying at the exbf's (NoFan's). He's taken the new gf to canada for the long weekend to hang out withj the family. The ones I never got to meet. The trip I wasn't taken on. Grrr. The good thing tho is I'm hanging out with my birdies and trying to do debaucherous things in his house. Unfortunately its period week, so that's somewhat difficult. But I'm sure I'll find a way.

The first night I was here I spent with GH. GH was one of the first friends i made here when I moved to boston. He's the most brilliant person I know, and his sense of humour just melts me. Almost everything he says has multiple meanings, often different private jokes to different people in the group to whom he's speaking. I met him on IRC (internet relay chat) and instantly he had me laughing constantly. He initially duped me into meeting him, claming he'd seen naked pictures of me. This was entirely possible, as such photos exist, and there were a few crossovers between his crowd and mine. We had a few drinks, and ended up back at his place and the next thing I know i'm eating thc laden spacecakes, and letting him throw it in my ass in the office with the open door with his roommate and girlfriend out in the livingroom watching tv. Adventures have only gotten wilder since then. Funny thing is, tho- untill revcently, all that ever happened between us was that I gave him head. GH actually stands for gratuitous head, which was all he ever got!

Weds. night we went for a fun bikeride, got shitfaced, then ended up back at NoFan's place. While teasing him on the couch, i decided to be all suave and show him how convenient my snap fly favorite jeans are. Apparently he was a little carried away, horny hot and bothered *i have no idea why, i'd just been giving him slow and sloppy sexxy staring up at him teasing head for about an hour* and suddenly he grabbed the jeans and yanked. They tore in like 12 places. My favorite jeans, RUINED!!!

HAahaha I wrote to Tommy Hilfinger tho- and customer service said they might be able to help. Check out the funny email trail!

Dear Erica,Thank you for taking the time to write us. We appreciate your interest inour product.
The item you are interested in was pulled from the line and will not retailthis season.We are sorry for the inconvenience.
The name of the jeans is "Ring SnapJeans".

If you can be so kind and tell me what happened to the jeans, I canmost certainly try to help you find a replacment. Please write us with any other questions you may have.
Kind regards,
Shakeel M.TommyCares
TeamTommy Hilfiger USA, Inc.
http://www.tommy.com

Well isnt that nice. So I wrote back:

I'm actually fairly embarassed to say this, but they were ... um ...torn from my body in the heat of passion.Seriously!A replacement would be superb! Sounds like it might be very difficultto fuind, tho?

keep your fingers croossed for me, readers.

Tonight there may be more debauchery with GH. Or ascotw may make a late night appearance. Who knows.

Twat? I cunt hear you. I have an ear infucktion.

My long weekend was mostly uneventful. Psychosappho and I met and she attended my softball game. I had a less than stellar game, and I can only think it might have been from anticipating the unpleasantries to come. We rode home in her purple Tacoma (how lesbian, really) with her doggie in the back jumpseat.

We threw down and romped a few times on Thursday night. Quite fun, actually. She accused me of having been practicing with women – which makes me think 2 things. 1. I wasn’t very good the first time around. 2. The ‘come here’ technique I was comfy enough to work on her the second time around actually works well. I think she came. I KNOW I did. Her fucking rabbit vibe.. my GOD I need one of those. I came so hard it almost HURT.

What hurt more tho was her saying, ‘see darling? You deserve to come like that every day, all the time. I’ll do that for you, dear…’

Later on downstairs, while chatting with my cousin, she happened to bring up the widower, in the presence of Ms. Kidman. My cuz took the first opportunity to bring to my attention two things. 1. Ms. Kidman has a very grating laugh which she uses ALL THE TIME. 2. The pain and jealousy on her face when the widower was brought up were nearly tangible.

Friday I took ms. Kidman to the state fair. It was pretty fun, although she kept trying to be openly affectionate. I wanted to be like, uhhh honey, it’s NH – they shoot dykes like us here! Then we came back home to chill and await the great stuff unloading.

The widower called while she was luxuriating, post romp on my bed. When I hung up the phone with him, I glanced over at her – she looked physically pained. “what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I think maybe I’m just not cut out for this… I guess I’m just too jealous of a person,” she said.
I tried not to too whole-heartedly or enthusiastically agree. Next thing I know she’s CRYING. She says she doesn’t know why, and I find myself lamely pattering ‘well, you know I don’t want to do anything that hurts you, and I’m sorry, but I’ve been nothing but honest from the get-go.’

We left it on decent terms. As I write this, she’s actually instant messaging me offering to take care of me in my illness.

I sent her on her way Friday night and began preparing for my date with the widower. The date consisted of an AWESOME home cooked meal and LOTS of vodka for me. Unfortunately, about half way thru the evening, my right ear started acting up with SHOOTING PAINS.
We spent a lot of time cuddling and talking. I learned, in detail, the story of his wife’s sickness and eventual demise. Very touching, and I felt very special that he was ready to share it with me.
I’m not jumping right back into the whole baliwick with the widower. Before I started this blog, right after nofan and I cut the cords, he and I began dating seriously, and WAY TOO FAST. My little foray into monogamy ended at the painful intersection of not ready and freaking out (on his part) which started me on my recent ass quest in earnest.
I’m not falling for it again. I can see that somehow, someday, there might be something with him. All his little Type A foibles should compliment my disorganized self pretty well. And he wants the wife to stay at home and pop out babies, which, incidentally, is a role I relish. I would be happy to find work at home, take in other kids/what have you.. but my children will not go to daycare.

Wow, is the kids thing freaking you out, dear readers?

Anyway, rest of the weekend was totally uneventful. I just slept A LOT and rode my motorcycle. Got on the bus to the big city this morning, and the doctor confirms, ‘yes Erica, you have an ear infection!’
So hopefully these antibiotics will make the earmuff feeling cease and desist post haste. Because in 3.5 hours I have a softball game to play.
Joy.

Send well wishes to ericalooking@gmail.com

That is all.

speaking of poor taste...

So, I ended up spending last night with the widower. I managed to wheedle out of the night with Ms. Kidmanesque (who is beginning to earn completely new nicknames: PsychoSappho [thanks matt] and WhinyAssBitch [thanks laura]). Instead, I had planned on spending the night with Mr. LiveMusicFreak, following dinner with the widower.

During Mexican dinner, and half way thru my second patron margarita, the Widower dropped the bomb. “Erica,” he said, “I’d really like for you to come spend the night with me.”

I tried as many ways as possible to tell him I already had plans, but every protest was met with some resistance.

“but I already have plans with Mr. LiveMusicFreak!”
“wouldn’t you be more comfortable sleeping in my bed than on a couch?” he replied.
“who said anything about a couch?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.
“I don’t want you sleeping with dickhead”
…

this went on for another margarita at least. Finally, deciding that I do like the widower, and would like to cultivate a future with him, I excuse myself to call Mr. LMF.

“I’m having a moral dilemma here! I’m out to dinner with the widower, and he would very much like to spend the evening with me, but I know I already have plans with you…”
He nearly cut me off to jump in, sounding all relieved and saying ‘GREAT! Well, I’m having a moral dilemma of my own here. The ex is flying into town tomorrow, and I think it might be in somewhat poor taste to spend this evening with you then pick her up tomorrow!”

Convenient for me, but Christ! Poor taste? Worrying about what you’re doing the night before your EX girlfriend flies into town? The one you’re supposedly over?

Oh well. The night spent with the widower was interesting, to say the least.

We had our usual mediocre sex. It’s funny, he cracks me up. He sounds like a broken record whilst fucking. “Your pussy is so hot and wet, you know that?” “You feel so good, you know that?” I can’t count how many times I’ve heard those phrases! Its hard not to scream “YES, I KNOW THAT! YOU TELL ME 3 OR 4 TIMES EVERYTIME WE FUCK!”

Later, we talked about his late wife. Most interesting tidbit? She died, at home. In their bed. Where we’ve slept and fucked and cuddled and….
That one weighed heavy on my mind while I tried to drift off to sleep on her side of the bed, I tell you.

Couch-surfing just sounds so much more pleasant than BEDHOPPING.

Move complete.

Or nearly so. Friday day was spent in a variety of states of mental and physical undress. Ms. Kidmanesque came by in the morning, toybag in tote. I’d pack for an hour or so, then take a ‘fuckbreak.’
She brought this toy – The Rabbit vibe. Now, I know it was made famous on sex and the city years ago, and I even had a cheapo little knock out that had done me fairly well.. But hers – I think it is turbo or something. It REALLY REALLY sent me packing (no pun intended). I think I performed pretty well, given that it’s been at least 4 years since I’ve been in bed with a woman without the ability to tag-in my male counterpart. Heh.
She got a true taste of my style tho – as during the day there were 5 different people who stopped by to assist me with my moving efforts – all of whom I’ve slept with. I was waxing poetic about what good friends I have and how lucky I am that they are willing to help me out and she pointed out ‘they do it all for the nookie, Erica. The nookie.’

She’s freaking me out a little bit tho. Typical girl shit, as far as I can tell (not being a typical girl myself!). She’s all needy. Keeps telling me I should try a relationship with a woman. And I’d only been driving for an hour after leaving her and received a text msg saying ‘miss you already!’ Followed by 3 more over the course of the weekend about not being able to wait to see me, and so on.
Since this is the ‘Great couch surfing tour of 2004’ (she kindly brought up the fact that she doubts I’m actually sleeping on any couches, to which I replied ‘well the great bedsurfing tour of 2004 is a little more off-putting!’) I’ve been meandering from house to house. Initally I had arranged to spend weds night of this week with her. But since that arrangement, it has come to pass that she will be driving to NH with me on Thursday night to deliver my fouton and bookcase and break in my new apartment with some Sapphic sexual trysts. Given her somewhat perilous mental state I decided that spending 3 nights in a row with her might push her over the edge or give her ideas I don’t want her to have. She actually CRIED and got in a terrible pissy girl mood, saying that she wanted to see me and needed me and all sorts of girl blahblahblah.
This, boys and girls, is why I don’t date women. Well that and I feel completely unexperienced in bed with them, and have no idea how to seduce them. I mean with guys, its easy. A simple ‘wannafuck’ will suffice 9 times out of 10. Women.. a totally different story!

True to form, my weekend in NH consisted of NO ass. I did get intimately acquainted with my vibrators again, however. Me and masturbation is a topic for an entry all of its own, however.

The couchsurfing tour of 2004 has started off well. Monday night I went out to dinner with a very attractive black military man with a motorcycle. We had dinner and lots of sexual talk and some pretty good flirting. Not being my usual self, I acted as the aggressor and asked to kiss him as he pulled in to drop me at my friend’s house. He said he was hoping for more than that, but pretending to be the good and moral girl I’m not, I said I couldn’t in the car in my friend’s driveway. I did however tease him a little – informing him I had no panties on and letting him check.
Last night was amusing in its own way. My host for the evening, the ascotw, had tickets to the baseball game, so I was to meet up with him around 10. This left me with an evening with nothing to do. Of course, I called up the as yet unnicknamed Match.com date. I’d spent one evening out drinking and talking with him many moons ago. I don’t think we even kissed, although we had some bonding moments over a shared love for don mattingly. We’ve been chatting on instant messenger for some time tho, and he always amuses me, so as they say, any port in a storm. More like I just needed a drinking buddy for the evening. I warned him that I turned into a pumpkin at 10, and tried to set expectations (ie, I’m not going home with you, I have other plans).
We had a very good time, talking, laughing and drinking. And more drinking. I think I consumed 4 martinis and 4 mixed drinks in the span of 3 hours. Whoops. Funny thing is, I don’t even think I was that drunk! I’m such a cruel bitch…during the evening I asked him how he felt about being the pregame, and thus, his nickname was born.
Pregame gave me a ride to the train station to meet ascotw. He finally reached over to kiss me and run his hands up my skirt. We kept getting honked at at stoplights as he was paying more attention to moi than the driving he should have been doing. Just before he dropped me off he played a decent game of ‘finger Erica in the front seat of your car’ and said ‘well, if its my job to prime the pump I guess I might as well excel at it!’

The train ride home with ascotw was great. He told me a few times how cute or endearing little things I do or did were. Overall smiles and goodness. We were busy flirting, and somehow missed the stop where his car was parked, so had to walk a little ways to his truck. The only effect this served was to sober me up for the activities to follow. And to allow him to demonstrate his chivalry by carrying my ultra heavy bag.

When we got home, we pretty much progressed straight to the bedroom, where in a completely uncharacteristic Erica move I tossed him down onto the bed and climbed ontop and began to ravage. Fully dressed, shoes and all, I kissed his neck and him rubbed my body all over him and writhed on his jock like a stripper on e.

After turning off the glaring overhead light, we proceeded to more heavyduty making out. There’s something that happens when he kisses me.. somehow it’s the most tender and tingly of all of the stable. He kisses my back between my shoulderblades and it makes my whole body tremble! And then, as I’m rising up on my hands and knees and pushing into him, he whispers in my ear ‘Don’t move,’ and heads off to gather some implements.

Moments later I’m handcuffed, getting a spanking/fingering/flogging to write home about. And the orgasm! He just kept going after all my little small ones, and brought me to the body shaking, pushing him away, trembling, can barely function mess. Just what the doctor ordered. AND the cherry on the sundae? A night of cuddling to end all cuddling. Damn him for being my upperhanded current favorite.
Tonight is dinner with the widow, then the night with Mr. LiveMusicFreak. Wish me luck.