Fired.

So, Tuesday morning I was fired.

I had stayed up way to late playing with some friends, and slept through my alarm. When my eyes bolted open at 9:15 (I was supposed to be in the office at 8:30 and have been spoken to before (and had an emailed me warning).

They have done nothing but good things for me, and should have fired me long before they did.

I have fucked up.. Royally.

Now I have about a half a month to scramble and find something new or I'm royally fucked.

Joy.

Menu

Here's the menu -

hors d'oeuvre -

vegetable crudite
Fresh ginger, applied topically

Main course, served off saran wrapped slutmeat:
thai lettuce wraps
cold sesame noodle salad

Sprinkle liberally with innuendo, wine, pokey pokey at the slutmeat with a fork, and plenty of other fun torments.

Finish off with hours of hedonism.

Goddamn, that was a fun night.

visual gratification... details to follow

Ok, enough of the mushy soulmate shit..

Let's get down to bidness.

My task for tomorrow is to plan a menu for an intimate dinner where a friend will have her fantasy of being used as an object to serve food fufilled.

My task is to plan a menu conducive to serving off a chained, blindfolded naked girl.

Nothing to messy/saucy....

what would be good and erotic?

HELP!! Have to shop at lunchbreak!!!!

Comments please.

Conversations with GH

ericalooking: so btw i spoke with d (of g and d) about Motorcycle Boy
GH: how is he doing? I hear he's thinking of running
ericalooking: she said not good. She said that he disappeared, leaving all his shit there, and hasnt spoken to them in a week or so, and they are fearing the worst
ericalooking: she gave me his cell number but it was prepaid and its dead now
GH: everyone I've talked to that has seen him out basically says he's still a junkie and anything he promises you should assume is a lie
GH: so as much as it pains me, he brought this unto himself
ericalooking: i know. i dont know what i was thinking, thinking i could speak to him
ericalooking: im sort of glad i didnt reach him
GH: well, it's kind of funny, the relationship he and I have
GH: if he's being good, he's proud and happy to talk to me..
GH: if he's either dealing with douchebages, or on the dope, he's ashamed to talk to me
GH: so I have an inkling before he even says anything.. I wish he could straighten the shit out
ericalooking: me too.
ericalooking: sigh
GH: do you ever think, that if you were to abandon nofan, back in those times, things could have worked out?
ericalooking: sometimes. But I also know although we had a very deep connection, we had spent very VERY little physical time together before deciding we were soulmates
GH: HELLO
GH: you two would be perfect together, that's the saddest part
ericalooking: go ahead
GH: you could save each other.. but he thinks he's a gangster, and you think you're a JAP
ericalooking: rub ut in
GH: I don't mean to be a dick
GH: but it's just sad
ericalooking: christ
GH: he's not a bad guy, you're not a bad girl
GH: it hurts me to watch you both suffer :(
ericalooking: im not sure i could save him, nor would i want that on my shoulders
GH: well if you don't want that on your shoulders... you're not right for him
GH: he probably doesn't want some aspects of your personality on your shoulders either, but life is a balance and a comprimise
ericalooking: i mean, when i put together a list of characteristics desired in a potential mate junkie is just not on the list
ericalooking: scares me
ericalooking: mousegirl couldnt stop him, what makes you think i could
GH: you had a far deeper connection
GH: I still talk to mousegirl
GH: she is a nice kid, I think fondly of her
GH: but I don't think she is proactive enough
GH: you had Motorcycle Boy by the balls
ericalooking: damnit
ericalooking: what can i do?
ericalooking: is this all just crying over spilt milk?
GH: depends
GH: I mean everytime I talk to you, you act like it's all him being a pussy
GH: if you reciprocated those feelings it'd be a different story
GH: but if you think he's a whiney bitch-fag, that's ok too.. just means something different
ericalooking: him being a pussy?
GH: yeah
ericalooking: what is all him being a pussy?
GH: in the 18 years I've known the kid, I've never heard him profess his love to a girl to that degree before
GH: you tore that kid up
GH: you know he's jewish too right?
ericalooking: STOP
ericalooking: heh.
ericalooking: i felt something so amazing with him, but at the time he was with mb's ex gf.
GH: yeah but it was obvious mb's ex gf wasn't right for him
ericalooking: i treated him very badly
ericalooking: and i realize a lot of the things he said about me that i didn't want to hear were/are true.
GH: it's too bad
ericalooking: yes, it really is
ericalooking: sigh
ericalooking: ive recently taken a rash of shit in one of my other channels who have all known me for many years
ericalooking: basically what they are all saying is that bj (before Motorcycle Boyah) i was interesting to talk to and gun and intelligent and aj i've been vapid, selfcentered and all i talk about is sex
ericalooking: sigh.
ericalooking: and so, what. What do i do now?
GH: what kind of rash of shit?
GH: well before Motorcycle Boyah you were different
GH: more of a hippy and less of a gold digger
GH: and you're not really a gold digger, but gold is more important these days
ericalooking: sure, it makes it nice, but it dosent really matter...
GH: it all matters
ericalooking: no, i mean the gold
GH: well, you're spoiled from now on
ericalooking: obviously life is easier with money. I learnt that right quick. But all the bullshit - fancy THINGS.. not important.
GH: bj, you might have thought that you could have dated (even maybe married the tow truck driver..)
ericalooking: i still think that
GH: now you've created inadequacies where there are none
ericalooking: well, i dont believe thatlove can overcome everything - but Motorcycle Boyah has nothing to do with the fact that I know what its like to want.. to not have food, or lunch money or whatever - and i never want that for my family
ericalooking: sigh.
GH: then you're a dumb ass
GH: because love trumps wealth
ericalooking: you can't eat love.
ericalooking: im not saying i have a minimum salary requirement for a potential mate - i just know i dont want to be my parents.
GH: :(
GH: :`(
ericalooking: i mean, i do want to be my parents in a lot of ways - they made me an awesome person.. I just remember what it was like to be the charity case at school.
GH: big deal, discount lunch ticket taking is less offensive then being a zionist pig dog
GH: no wonder why you condone that shit. :(
ericalooking: holy shit
ericalooking: goerge
ericalooking: i dont condone any shit.
ericalooking: do you really think i'm how you're describing?
ericalooking: fuck.
GH: you're not the first girl I've known who's abandoned their idealism
GH: it doesn't make you bad or wrong or anything
ericalooking: idealism is weakness
GH: unless you're a wellesley student that believes "if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem"
GH: heh. ok I'll give up
ericalooking: thats the worst kind of weakness
GH: that statement alone speaks volumes
GH: it's not wrong to be an idealist. it's wrong to take advantage of one.
ericalooking: i dont mean in anyone else. i mean in myself
ericalooking: you cant trust the cat around the canary
GH: :(
GH: we should hang out and not drink at all
ericalooking: ok
GH: seriously, I can't tell if you're kidding or not
ericalooking: kidding about what?
GH: your own disillusionment
GH: I don't see you as one to just give up like that
ericalooking: fuck
ericalooking: i now hate myself.
GH: why?
ericalooking: its just a lot to swallow to hear what you're saying from someone i consider one of my best friends who knows me better than most
GH: I'm not trying to be a dick
GH: you just need to be true to yourself

--- today ---

ericalooking: i dont know. sigh. i really hope he calls back
ericalooking: and i just spoonerismed that (almost) and typed comes back
GH: what did he say he was doing with himself? he still intent on fleeing?
ericalooking: we really didnt speak at all
ericalooking: just a moment.
ericalooking: i asked him how he was, and he said 'alive'
GH: wasn't his old chipper self?
GH: how come it was so short? he was on a pay phone or something?
ericalooking: yeah, or borrowing a cell phone from someone. He said he'd call me though
ericalooking: all i could say, repeatedly was "i've been thinking about you alot"
GH: what did he say in response?
ericalooking: nothing really, but he didnt sound upset to hear from me. I think he was high, or distracted
ericalooking: so by the way
GH: to hear from you? I thought he called you?
ericalooking: man
ericalooking: its a tough day today. My heart is heavy.
ericalooking: hey when you're back around I want to talk a out something you said yesterday
GH: ok
GH: I am here
GH: I hope I didn't offend you :)
ericalooking: nah, got me thinking a lot tho
ericalooking: ok, heres the part i want to talk about
ericalooking: GH: he's not a
bad guy, you're not a bad girl
ericalooking: GH: it hurts me to watch you both suffer :(
ericalooking: ericalooking: im not sure i could save him, nor would i want that on my shoulders
ericalooking: GH: well if you don't want that on your shoulders... you're not right for him
ericalooking: GH: he probably doesn't want some aspects of your personality on your shoulders either,but life is a balance and a comprimise
ericalooking: you understand that what meant by that was that i dont know if i have the emotional stability or strength to deal with a junkie, right¿
GH: yeah I know
GH: I just don't see him as "a junkie", I see him as someone with a fixable problem
GH: maybe I'm stupid and naive I dunno
ericalooking: do you? I guess im so scared to believe that
ericalooking: if i could help him, and knew i wouldnt get fucked over in the process, i commpletely would
GH: if you mean "hurt" when you say fucked over, of course there will be pain.. every relationship comes with pain
ericalooking: no, i mean terrible getting fucked over in all those junky ways you see in the movies
ericalooking: of course there's pain.
GH: yeah that's a tough call
GH: even his mom has withdrawn from it to a certain degree.. :(
ericalooking: i was going to ask about that
GH: he missed her wedding and shit
ericalooking: i've never met her. Wow, that's tough. I was going to ask if there was anyone who was standing behind him
GH: I don't know if there is.. I mean he's been talking to g and craig and a few other people.. he hasn't even called me since he got out. I talked to him right before his hearing and he sounded really hopeful that he'd get moved out of plymouth and into billerica, but he never even thought he'd get out
ericalooking: sigh. Well i just hope he phones me again, when we can actually talk
GH: yeah let me know how he's doing if you talk to him again
ericalooking: i really hope i do.
GH: show him there is hope in the
world
GH: because I think he's feeling hopeless
ericalooking: i dont know what i can do to help him, but I'll try almost anything.
ericalooking: have you seen that stupid chickflick, the notebook?
GH: not sure, what's it about?
ericalooking: old lady has alzimers, guy reads a story to her every day to remind her that shes his wife and how in love they are
GH: don't think I saw it.. it was touching though?
ericalooking: theres all these flashbacks to when they were falling in love.. and there were all these stupid parallels (she was rich and headed to sarah lawrence in the fall, he was the summer romance, her parents didnt approve, took her away, he wrote every day for a year cinvinced she was his soulmate..
ericalooking: and it just made me think about the tingle, the draw - the way i felt with him. It honestly NEVER felt that way with anyone else.
GH: then save him
GH: because I know you were special to him too
GH: I think it really hurt him that you chose Motorcycle Boyah over him
ericalooking: i hate that i hurt him. I seriously hope I can help. I'm just very very scared that I will be taken advantage of - not by Motorcycle Boy, but by his addiction.
ericalooking: OHH
GH: yeah that's the tough part
GH: he's got to be in control of the addiction
GH: which I don't think he is at this stage (
ericalooking: i know he can be - he has in the past.
ericalooking: anyway, the piint I was trying to make about the sappyass movie was i know i made the wrong choice. I should have gone with that feeling. I SUCK. and now i seriously hope i can help, without fucking myself over in the process.
GH: follow your heart eh
ericalooking: ok you realize you're going to have to be a sanity check here
ericalooking: everyone else in the world is going to tell me to never speak to him again and that nothing good can come of this
ericalooking: i dont care what they say, but I need one person who has my back to warn me if im getting fucked over.
ericalooking: or gbetting myself in trouble
GH: just keep yourself in check.. be aware of your limits
GH: but you're not going to be able to help him without some hardships for yourself.. you should realize that going in..
ericalooking: what kind of hardships are you talking about?
GH: like him potentially hurting you with lies or whatever
GH: or using
ericalooking: yeah. i'm scared. Oh, well, i suppose this could all be a moot point because who knows if hes ever even going to call me back
GH: yeah he could be OD'ed in an alley right now :(
ericalooking: arrgh
ericalooking: it was like 10 of 12 when he called last night and when he said he was looking for a ride i was like half an inch away from saying 'stay put, i'll be there in an hour'
GH: someone else he asked for a ride from north station said he came and Motorcycle Boy wasn't even there once he got there..
ericalooking: yeah, i was thinking of that also
ericalooking: oh well, i guess its just holding pattern. I really do love him, I always have. I hope I can do something about this
GH: you'd be a saint
GH: and I think in the long run, if it works out, it'd benefit you as well
ericalooking: i dont want to be a saint - i just want to a. know i somehow made up for the ill I inflicted on him b. maybe i could feel those stars and yearnings and meltings again
GH: yeah, it'd be a win-win

tonight

I just came home from watching the notebook with my cousin. Not the film to watch on the day you’ve been pining for your lost soulmate (?) while your best friend basically calls you a materialistic JAP bitch.

11:54pm, as I’m starting this entry- my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number, but I’m curious, so I pick it up.

“hello?” I say, laying in my comfortable bed.

At the other end of the line I hear bustle of a city I remember. “erica, it’s motorcycleboy.”

My heart skips a beat. “Hi!” I say, and suddenly, I realize I have no idea what to say next.

What I want to say: I’m lonely and pining for what we used to have. I miss us. I know you’re a junkie and out of prison for only how long? But I still feel some huge pull to find you… Show you I’m different and you can be too.

What I say:
…

“erica, g gave me the message you wanted me to call?” He sounds puzzled, or distracted.. or high? “I’m borrowing a friends cell phone..”

What I want to say: He says you’re back on the junk and on the streets and he fears the worst! I can’t bear to think of you like that. And I want to apologize. Being with nofan changed me. In some ways for the better, but many for the worst. Remember when you told me you wanted the old erica back? Well here I am, and I want the old motorcycleboy back.

What I say: “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, and I really want to know how you’re doing!”

“well, I’m alive,” he tries, not sounding very convincing. “Where are you at?” he asked, barely comprehendible above the din of the train station.

What I want to say: I’m in a totally different place. I realize I became kind of vapid and shallow, and lost some of my hippy self, and I lost the people I really consider friends. I don’t want to loose you.

“New Hampshire right now.” I say, instead.

“Oh, I’m at the train station, trying to get a ride out to g’s house.”

“Oh, then I’ll let you go, Sorry, I just…” I trailed off.

“Are you going to have your phone on? Want me to give you a call tomorrow?” he asks.

What I want to say: M an, I had the toughest conversation with GH today. He told me I’m too motivated by money, and the old erica knew that love conquers all. All? Heroin? addiction? Felony records? Time and mistakes? Wounded hearts?

What I say:“Of course, I mean yeah, give me a call and I can call you back, or whatever.. Man, I think about you very often.”

I want to scream into the phone, get into my car and go and find you. It might be too late, but there was a time and a place once, where we would have had bliss together. GH told me too that in all the years he’s known you he’s never seen you so torn up over a woman… never had he heard you talk about one that was more compatible.

Remember when I used to phone you? Drunk and mysterious? You had broken up with polly prissypants, and I had been with jonah for 4 months or so. I would cry and scream and be flirtatious and recall the good times, and wonder the whole time what I was doing going home to that shcmuck, when I could have had you.

You went out in sanfransico that night. You told me you were looking for a ring for me, and you needed me. I stumbled home, drunk as a skunk, in high heels with raccoon eyes from the mascara pooling with tears in the bags under my eyes. I would make love to him, thinking of you. I would hate myself for being so unfair to him. And the next time we spoke, we would awkwardly ignore the whole emotional situation.

Things got quiet and uncomfortable between us then… Later, things got even worse. I said horrible things to upset you, and you said hurtful hateful things to send me totally away. It’s been what, a year and a half since we last spoke (harshly, might I add) but I still want you. I want that connection.

SMC, forever, soulmate.

Heartbreak day - Motorcycle Boy

Today my heart is breaking.

In a time long ago and far away, I met my soulmate. I hadn’t been living in Boston all that long, and it was a beautiful April day. I signed onto irc as I often did. I had met the guy I still consider my best friend (GH) online a few months before.

Motorcycle boy was online that day. He was flipping sarcastic comments left and right the way I love. Somehow it came up that I’d never been on a motorcycle, and suddenly we were making plans to get together for later that day.

“there’s a slight problem,” his message to me read. “My spare bike helmet is in the trunk of my girlfriends car, and she’s in Pennsylvania for the weekend. GH has a spare at his house, but we need to get out there to pick it up, first.”

“That’s ok,” I countered. “I actually have a horseback riding helmet I suppose I could wear over to GH’s to make the switch, just don’t crash and kill me!” I said, thinking ‘damn, he said girlfriend, didn’t he? Oh well, good. Guess I don’t have to worry about getting all pretty and making the bed’

Actually, and this is almost too embarrassing to write – but I was having my first ever toilet problem. This was the first apartment I had lived in on my own, and after I made plans with Motorcycle boy for the afternoon, my toilet completely stopped up. With, Um, a deposit floating in it. A very foul deposit.

‘Well, No time for that now,’ I thought, and finished getting ready. When he pulled up outside my door I ran out front to meet him, wanting to shield him from the ‘out of order’ bathroom.

I got on the back of his bike, and after the quick lesson ‘just be a backpack. Don’t lean, don’t look, just stick to my back’ we were off. Soon enough he felt comfortable with my skills as a passenger, and asked me at a stoplight of he could go fast. I should have seen the glint in his eye. Next thing I know we were on the highway, going faster than I ever had before. It was absolutely exhilarating. I asked him later how fast we were going, and he told me we had hit 110.

We met up with our mutual friend GH, smoked a doobie, and then went for another ride. I was having an absolutely GREAT time.. and in the time we were hanging out, the guys he was supposed to be meeting later that night called to cancel his plans.

When we got back to my place, I stepped off the back of the bike, knees shaking and eyes glimmering.

“That,” I said, “was better than sex!”

“Well,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “If you think so you’re doing something wrong, but I do admit it’s a close second!”

Still planning on innocence, I invited him inside, completely forgetting about the ‘bathroom situation.’ I’m reminded soon enough tho, as I head to pee.

“Crap,” I say, quite literally speaking. “This is hella embarrassing, but I have to go buy a plunger!” We pile into my truck and drive to home depot. The whole way we’re cracking jokes and having a great time. We return to my apartment, and he heads to sit in the livingroom while I try to plunge the toilet. I’ve never done it before, and I can’t make it work.

After about 15 minutes, I come out of the bathroom, all flustered. I tell him I need to call a plumber or something, and he says he’ll go take a look. I don’t want him in there looking at my shit, so I fight him for a while.

Finally, he sits me down, stares me in the face, and says, “Erica – I was in jail for a year. I’m a thug. I’m sure I’ve seen more foul things than your shitty toilet.” He immediately fixed the problem, and I got over my embarrassment.

Later, we’re drinking margaritas and smoking a joint. “Ever had a shotgun?” he asked, leaning into me.

“Sure, but I’ll take another one!” I said, looking into his deep brown eyes.

When our lips met, it was like every single synapse fired and each neuron on my body jumped, full of electricity.

He felt it too, I could tell by the look in his eyes. There was pretty much NO denying the connection we were building, and soon enough we gave in. It was by far the best sex I’ve ever had.

But there was still the matter of the girlfriend.

…to be continued…

Holy traffic, batman

Ok, who opened the floodgates?

SO much traffic in the last two days - here are the suspects, in no specific order.

1. marcythewhore (thanks babe)
2. Hot Feeds has recently "included me in their syndication compendium."
3. some random dude posting me on a sports forum. they're saying some mean shit over there, but guess what - i'm used to being called a slut!

Anyway, due to the recent spike in traffic (and the twiddlybits photo posting) i've decided to remove my photo from the blog. Just safer that way.

Now can someone please tell me why, no matter what time i try to go to bed, i'm still ALWAYS up until 2 am or later?

any bets

on how long it is until i cant withhold my sexual urges anymore? 6-8 weeks?!!!??

What have i done?

more needles through my bits

Oh my god, I did it.

Last night I pierced my whoohoo.



It means I’m out of commission vaginally speaking for 4-6 weeks. I love how it looks. Not so much how it feels however! I went to the piercing place with beard and his wife. We had been discussing the whoohoo piercing for a while, and she was sure she was going to do it. I had sort of wanted a triangle piercing but the piercer told me he would not do that pierce as it is too dangerous. So I let him take the jewelry out for a vertical hood pierce and told sexkitten and beard they would be going first, to give me plenty of time to back out.
The piercer had to autoclave the jewelry, so we had about 15 minutes to change our minds. Sexkitten asked “so where do I drop trau?” and the piercer cracked a joke.
“well, in about 15 minutes it will be in the piercing room, over there. But now, I suppose anywhere you want…”
We all lauged.
Soon enough sexkitten the bj queen was laying back on the table getting her hood pierced. She barely even flinched, so I was pretty sure I wanted to go through with it. Beard got his ears pierced, and then it was my turn.
I climbed up on the zebra printed table and with shaking fingers held my lips apart. He sterilized the area, rubbing on my clit with a qtip. I was very nervous, and kept giggling anxiously.
“Are you ready?” he asked?
“give me a 3 count..” I said, trying to control my breathing.
I squealed as the needle pushed through my skin. Ok, more like SCREAMED. It hurt! Like a motherfucker! But it was done. Well, almost – he still had to push the jewelry through and screw the bead on.
We picked up a pizza and headed back to my place to sit around with our legs open and watch a movie. Somewhere during all of this, suddenly beard was rubbing my back and lamenting the fact that he couldn’t fuck either of us. “You guys could have at least staggered this shit or something.. I can’t even fuck either of you!”
Since I just got my tongue pierced last week I couldn’t even offer up the mouth!
At least Sexkitten could take over. And how! I ran my long nails all over her body – up and down her back, around the sides of her body and to cup her large tits. I kiss lightly all over her back as she sucks off her husband.
She looks so sexy, running her tongue all over the head of his cock, teasing it, before closing her luscioius lips around the shaft and running it down her throat. As she does this, my hands wander from her body to his – my hands caressing his balls and thighs while I kiss his wife’s back and neck.
I spit in my hand and wrap it around Beard’s cock. I begin to stroke him while his wife kisses my neck.
“Do you want it on your face?” he pants, excitedly.
“Of course, baby!” I say, as he stands in front of us.
He jizzes all over my face, and it feels amazing - all warm and nice. My pussy is throbbing, especially my clit with the new silver jewelry resting on it. It makes it worse to know that I cant touch it – and in fact wont be able to for 6-8 weeks.
Suddenly, as cum rains down on me, I feel sexkittens tongue running over my cheeks, scooping up her husband’s come while gingerly licking my chin, cheeks and breasts.

Yum.

20 places I’ve had sex/ given bjs (random order)

20 places I’ve had sex/ given bjs (random order)

20. back seat of my mothers ford escort suck and fuck with Torch
19. ass sex in the server room at my old job during work hours with a stranger
18. bathroom of the bar shrinkboy was tending suck and fuck
17. Cab of the AAA towtruck driver who rescued me, after leaving my lights on the first day of my new big city job
16. Gratuitous head Playground near GH’s house while crazymags and her bf looked on
15. with the somewhat fragrant boathand on the front deck of the gullet upon which I was joining GH and his twatwife for a tour
14. the woods with shrink boy the night I graduated college
13. the back seat of no-fan’s lexus while he drove crazymags and I home the night of her graduation
12. the highrise balcony of Foster’s apartment. He tried to throw it in my ass, but being that his nickname is Foster’s because of his girth, that just WASN’T HAPPENING
11. Central Park on a rock with a crazy irc dude.
10. The boston common with a hot redheaded girl I met on nerve.com. Creepy bums kept watching us.
9. multiple hotels
8. An empty apartment a real estate agent was showing me
7. the doorless office of GH’s house the night I met him while his roommate and his girlfriend were in the livingroom mere feet away
6. Lost my virginity under the Christmas tree while my mother, her boyfriend, and his two demonspawn slept upstairs
5. The back seat of a jeep with MsClaws while her prettyboy boyfriend drove, but only after letting most of the clubgoers leaving through the parkinglot have an eyeful first
4. multiple moving vehicles (only sucked dick – I may be crazy, but I don’t have a deathwish!)
3. the kitchen floor and table of my new apartment on nofans most recent visit
2. my parking spot in the parking garage with motorcycleboy on lunchbreak
1. the attic of a corporate office building during the day

Sluttiest flashback

(originally written for a reader whom I just might be meeting to romp next weekend...)


Two springs ago, when I was fully entrenched in my relationship with
NoFan I got a wild hair across my ass that I wanted, NAY NEEDED to be
a bukkake target. I absolutely LOVE craigslist! You can find
everything and anything there.

I placed an ad. I believe it was something along the lines of:

Hello. I have a burning desire to be the center of attention at a
circle jerk. I would like you and your friends to stand around me,
while I kneel in the center of you, sucking cock and passing out
handjobs like there's no tomorrow. I would each of you to dump your
hot loads on my face, and I want to look like a glazed donut before
the day is thru.

I set up a hotmail email address - comedumpster4u@hotmail.com and
waited for the reponses. One was from a very nice sounding guy with a
hot picture. He said his 'gangbang club' would be happy to take care
of it, and he would set everything up - rent the hotel room, get the
guys together, pay for the hotel room, everything.

We met for coffee and talked it over. I was very comfortable with
him, and decided to go through with it.

We set a day about a week from then and I began to fantasize about it
over and over.

When the day finally arrived, I got dressed up in my sexiest work
clothes. Part of the arousal for me was the thought of doing this on
my lunch break and going back to work after. I was wearing black
thigh high stockings, a garter belt, a black lace bra, a black velvet
skirt and a hot pink boob shirt. I wore a sweater around the office in
the morning to keep some of my sexpot self under wraps.

I met him at the starbucks right next to my office in Boston. He had
reserved a room at the radisson, which was just a short walk away. We
settled into the room then he made a phone call. 5 guys from his
'club' were downstairs at the bar awaiting his call.

I was abaolutely ddripping with excitement. They all treated me like
a princess, complimenting how hot I was and how sexy it was that I
wanted this. Soon enough I was sitting on the edge of the bed, each
hand on a different cock. I sunk to my knees on the ground and began
passing blowjobs around.

"remember," Bill (my main contact and protector) said, "she wants it
on her face, not in her mouth or on her tits. Give her good warning,
and don't be afraid to help her out!"

I looked around. All 6 guys were in their late 20s or early 30s. I
would call 3 of them drop dead handsome, including Bill, the
organizer. The other guys were not bad, just nothing special.

I felt like such a hot little slut kneeling in the middle of all of
these guys pulling on their cocks. I would reach out and help with my
mouth or my hands and soon enough they were all about to come. One at
a time I'd turn my attention to a guy and get him off. I'd make sure
he'd shoot all over my face.

While I slurped all of these hot cocks i had my shirt off so they
could see my tits. I told them it was alright to touch my tits so
often someone would be behind me playing with them while I sucked his
friend off.

All this had me hot so occasionally I would take my hand down and play
with my gushing wet pussy.

WHen everyone had come I stood up and walked over to the mirror to
admire my handiwork. Absolutely lovely. So much come all over my
face!

I washed up, had a drink and headed back to work to marinade in my
juices all afternoon.

Actually, I think jumped no fan when he got home, then made up a story
about going to NH to visit my family so I could sneak out. Motorcycle
boy and I got a cheap sleazy hotel room and fucked for hours, but then
he had to go home to his girlfriend.

I wasn't even done yet, so I called my tow truck driver and had him
over to the hotel. All in all I sucked 9 cocks that day.

Yum.