sore throats and walks of shame....

So before I get into graphic detail about my sex life, I shall and would _totally_ love to mention my bestest friend of many years, Mike:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=10912964&ref=ts

He's in need of Love in his life... and sex from the female persons... whatever that may be :D

Anywhew, sore throats? walks of shame? yup, the new usual.



So this past Friday (May 17) I headed out to the sex party which in and of itself was somewhat of a bomb: left at 3PM but totally topped a fews guys and luckily got my ass plowed by a big cock (AND WOW, nigga almost plowed right through my abdomen.) The night ended stale when I didn't get to land this italian stud who was plowing (AND GETTING DOUBLE-STUFFED) by others dudes and not me; next party I'll make it a point to get double-fucked.


Did a semi-walk of shame as I don't see the sex party countin' for much, but it did feel so when my ass had to wait for the fucking L train to do it's shuttle service shit (the L train wasn't/isn't running on normal service and service time extended to about 30 mins+ longer...)


However, I've been texting this dude (not fervently, taking cues from drama between me and Max) Raymon about hoping he drop by Friday night (didn't 'cause he was busy with school work, TOTALLY fine by me) but he did respond Saturday night and we made the UTMOST GREATEST impromptu plans ever.

So it's Saturday 9PM (forgot what the beginning of my day was filled with) and I'm bullshiting my way out of why I'm hanging out so late (Amanda, Jaime, I totally owe you girls for knowing and doing exactly nothing!) I must say, I lie so horribly bad. Anywhew, So by the time I finally get ass on the train, it's 10PM. Mind you, I have to swing over to NJ (PATH train) which is a 30+ minute trip on its own. Add another hour and you have what was a meeting planned for 10 turn into a 12AM meet and "greet".
Meh, it's 2:30AM, don't blame me if my sentences aren't as coherent as they usually are.

Well I make my way over to his place in NJ, which, btw, holy fuck, so much green, and totally like how I remember it visitin' my aunt years ago. Make my way over to his place, having him guide me on the celly and meet me at the front door (he's so fucking cute). We make our way up to his place, a really nice place totally comfortable for 3 folk (he rooms with 2 other people, a chick and a dude who TOTALLY were not interrupting despite our 11AM sex romp, more on that in a few...)

Like I said, it's 12AM, prolly 12:30 now, and I sit myself at his computer desk (a Sony btw, what the hell is it with NJ'ers and Sony PCs? My aunt was the same), we exchange some words but most memorable was when he sat his lush ass on my lap, OH MY GOD, having this guy who I only _imagined_ would even dare look at me again sit on me, having his body near me, sent a huge thrill throughout my body and he immediately felt it because no sooner had he stood my shirt was already across the room, undies at my ankle, and I'm sucking his luscious, thick 8"? 9" cock.

He moans immediately, in love with how my mouth feels. I get up from his dick and quickly give him a taste of his pre-cum cock. He loves it, I love it. He hands me a towel, earlier he told me he wanted to shower before I get there and I told him to hold that thought- I want to shower with him (despite showering before I left the house anyhow.) He's thrilled at the thought and we quickly make our way to the bathroom straight across from his room.

This little wash 'n fuck... Well it was just 1 of 3 sessions :D

At first it was awkward; I've never really showered with another dude (ok, I did at my first sex party, but the dude REFUSED soap and fucking STANK, he chose to be that way as well, so fucking nasty) so I was all timid at first but instantly warmed up as soon as we made out. I quickly learned he's not into frenching, just the old style thick lip/open mouth situ which I used to do with my teen kisses (bah, I'm nineteen, who the hell am I kidding with my screwed timeline?) but yea, I turned him off at first when I explored his mouth a bit but quickly learned and soon it was more than trying to keep him off my lips but my chin, neck, nape, chest, nipple, and dick.
Things decided to get a bit more interesting; I played with his cock, squeezed him massively (he's soooo fucking huggable) and ate his ass out like nooo tomorrow.
Now we're making our way back to his room.

We're sucking face (quite literally) and just "grinding" our way on his tempur-pedic mattress :D
He's fucking my face with his thick cock when I decide to switch up gears and show him what I can do, give him a little Fernie-Rim :D This patented technique uses massive tongue at short distance for a very upclose and personal, thrilling, tingling sensation. Unfortunately it's a deadly technique which requires much practice and a tolerance for pain (one method as part of the technique requires the tongue to be supported, unfortunately, by the teeth causing the underside to be terribly attacked.)

FUCK. His asshole tasted so sweet.

We're deeply in our sweat session, getting hard, stopping, getting hard again, eating each other out. Take our first glance over at his clock and it's already 1:30 (wooo! we hit an hour and a half) and into the session a bit further it's now 2:30 (what the fuck? Time flies.) Apparently I'm on a mission on turning out guys because what I had thought would be an even of him fucking my ass raw, turned into an attempt to get into his very being, get into his hole and more.

I'm just eating him out, fucking his hole hard, choking on his cock and 69ing like there's no tomorrow. He orgasms like mad, cumming nice and long, thin and watery. I taste it, swallow it, love it. Unfortunately I pre-cummed my ass dry and couldn't reciprocate the love. No need, he's cool, at least I hope so.

It's this time we head over to the shower for a SECOND shower session, and by shower, I mean two types :D He has to pee and I've never tried watersports, so I duck under his cock in the tub and let him release his golden stream on me. FUCK, it's warm, very warm, and it feels great but augh -ugh *cough, cough, wheeze* aw man, fuck, I tasted a little more than I bargained for, ew, it tastes like popcorn! Warm as fuck popcorn! lol Does this break my veganism since it tasted like it had butter slathered over it?

I can still smell his piss.

We groped and kissed and loved our way in the shower. He has to piss again so I let him have his way on my face, this time not letting his urine go in my mouth or at least not swallowing but unfortunately it flies right up my nostril... He tries his hand at choking me some more and I'm loving it completely; I thought I'd never be the type into gagging but proof lies in my now sore, torn throat and utterly destroyed tongue, fuck I love him.

It seems I'm turning him out more and more as he wants me to give him a ride on my dick, huh? What about my hole? No, you know what? I'm gonna abuse this, I'm gonna fuck that nice sweet hole raw, push myself inside him and love him like no other. Unfortunately stank ass muthafucka creeps into my head and shuts off my system pronto, faster than thoughts of my family-how the fuck? I feel horrible to I shift myself down to size as to how I feel, I kneel before him and worship his cock. It only seems just.

Shower's over, we're squeaky clean again, even sparkly, and we head back to his room. FUCK, I want to live with him, be his sex slave. I totally don't remember the time but we sleep cuddling each other (it's around this time thoughts of Damian sneak in and his unfortunate night with that dude who wanted nothing BUT to cuddle with him, so I play this night to his likings, have his signal to me whenever he wants to be squeezed by me, which was, thankfully, ALL THE TIME.)

We huggle and squeeze and sleep, I unfortunately wake up around 6, to go back to sleep, to wake at 7, to go back to sleep, to wake at 8... and stay awake. I pretend to sleep longer but really just enjoy his presence. He unfortunately has the world's most annoying fucking cellphone, cute and stylish in black, but the shit never stops, even when I get up at 10AM, fix his PC, climb back in bed around 11AM, fuck until 2PM, does it keep fucking ringing. What can I say? He's a 'popular thug'. Yea, you google that, add 'lyrics' to your search as well.

This time we head over to the bathroom for a third shower (gotta keep squeeky clean, especially after I poked his hole a few times and make him cum, only to this time please him with a gob of cum I had meant to serve him much earlier, he loved it by the way, got to know how I really felt.) This time- during the previous showers I'd serve my ass, well this time he served his, hands on the wall and ass puckered up. Again, stank dude has plagued me for life and I couldn't get hard for him. I need to buy a cock ring.

Back to the room, his PC is fixed, and we cuddle until about 3:30PM when after the billionth txt/msg/call, he has to meetup with his friend. I think it best not to deny him a present before I'm off. So guess what? Another fuck session. What I thought would just be me servicing him turned into a bit more. Eat out his ass, choke on his cock, love him all over, fuck his hole, make him blow his load (and by blow, he shoots, really shoots, passing over his belly button and onto his sheets) and I ask him, "want me to blow my load on you?"

"Yes."
Fuck. Right on him , all over his nutsack, just jizz-no, more than jizz, unload a cupful of cum, again, my appreciation is bestowed. I believe his look says it most of all, a nice mix of surprise and happiness. I love him, I really love his sex and persona. Off I go, in my shorts (he believes I'm crazy for coming out to Jersey in gym shorts and heading off in the same pair, after it rained, still moist in the air. My throat hurts, but I can sing so much better, "Madonna never sang so good." I hop on the PATH, get a seat, and love myself to death. I can feel my skin glow. I'm radiant and I show it. Transfer to the MTA, a guy-a REALLY HOT WHITE GUY WITH AN ARM SLING notices me, MORE than notices, he kinda stalks me, hehe. Luckily I snuck away unto a shuttle bus and watch him trying to find me in the crowd. Ahh, so Femme Fatale-ish. Well for what? 'cause now there's 5 OTHER DUDES CHECKING ME OUT! OMG, wtf?! Some cute, some aren't. Meh, I'm the chasee, you gotta come after me. Soon I'll be a chaser.

Well fast forward a bit, on the train again waiting for the L, this guy I frequently see who think he's hot shit gives me the eye this time and it only further makes me happy. Yay. I'm totally in love with myself. I'm home, I txt him, he's happy. I'm happy. We're happy. And I'm typing away at my heart's content.

I wonder if he noticed my deformed toenail...

ahh... fresh? not so...

So mien night spent with 41 year old dude was nice, went to see a movie, a bit scary at first because I'm very self-conscious. Alas, night went well overall, lots of touchy-touchy, kissy-kissy (at least for me) and all types of head-connected-ness.

Let me recap on how the events were planned...
May 9th, Friday

Chatting it up on Meebo wif Yuu, secksy polish beast, hehe. Detail-in-simple my plans for Friday afternoon:

fuck w/1st dude, a fugly ecuadorian, Justin, bottom, who wanted to fuck me. Accidentally overslept
and so I missed out on stopping by his way. Called by no response, his lost.

'fuck' w/2nd dude, Mike, 41 y/o, didn't turn out into any touchy-feely since i got by his way mad late, we met at a chinese takeout restaurant nearby his way and I sat as he ate and giggled his laugh away, scared the BEJESUS outta me and made me so self-conscious I wanted to pop a cyanide pill and hari kari my ass there and then.

fuck party (2nd time), themensparty, LOVED IT, AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTELY LOVED IT!
Totally worth the $20 donation. I recommend all cuties who don't mind fucking and/or being fucked by whomever to come on by! Join Adam4Adam and check for the posting under "Party Events", for those in the NYC-region, willing to come 11PM and fuck to 3AM.


Got home like 4AM, wow. lol, but yea, I connected with this SO FUCKING CUTE white guy, I think my explanation to yuu says it:

[09:30] Mr. Trouble Maker: anywhew, sex party i got to 40 mins late
[09:30] Mr. Trouble Maker: not so bad though as i landed there right on time for the hawt dudes, and i mean really young hawt dudes
[09:30] Mr. Trouble Maker: like FINALLY near my age, 21, 22, 18, 25
[09:30] Yuuhi || I have Attitude: lol
[09:30] Yuuhi || I have Attitude: you slut!
[09:30] Mr. Trouble Maker: i loved it, possible hookup with this cute young dude
[09:30] Yuuhi || I have Attitude: how many did u fuck!?
[09:30] Mr. Trouble Maker: I AM! totally am
[09:31] Mr. Trouble Maker: i actually fucked this short good looking indie/nerdy white dude
[09:31] Yuuhi || I have Attitude: how u wore a rubber
[09:31] Mr. Trouble Maker: i have a prob staying hard and being able to fuck a dude (years of being home before a screen watching porn)
[09:31] Mr. Trouble Maker: but totally gone now
[09:31] Mr. Trouble Maker: yea, i got a rubber on and fucked him in a sling
[09:31] Mr. Trouble Maker: BEAUTIFUL HOLE, I felt his very inside, I was in him, it thrilled me
[09:32] Mr. Trouble Maker: he was in me at first, soooo polite, yet soooo strict
[09:32] Yuuhi || I have Attitude: lol


hehe "I was in him, it thrilled me"
So very true. Alas I didn't get to leave with him or get his number, etc. I'm such a fucking slut.
Instead I left with 3 guys, 2 cuties, 1 who's in CU, Scott? I forget his name *meep*, the other, Ramon, and a fugly annoying black kid. We had the onliest convo (me and the black kid) discussing music that unnerved everyone around us, I'm sorry folks! But the conversation between me and Ramon was beautiful, almost lyrically so, even before we left the place when he asked that I show him my dick. LOL, true beauty! Well CU Scott's in love with the dude but unfortunately Ramon doesn't necessarily care to reciprocate such feelings. Aww, I even kept to myself for fear of causing Scott to be angry with me for trying to take his man! Which brings me to my next story:

May 10, little bro's BIRTHDAY!!! He turned 15, awww, so yea, We went out to the movies, me and mama saw Baby Mama and little bro-n-dad went to see Iron Man, which, BTW, Fucking theater was packed, was a line JUST to get into the theater for seats, wow. But yea, Baby Mama finished earlier and we snuck over to watch from the middle-to-the-end of Iron Man, love the flick. This time though, we stayed afterwards past the credits to catch the sneak preview of the next flick. Um, BLACK NICK FURY?! OMFG, They're apparently using Ultimate Nick Fury rather than the regular Nick Fury from the regular Marvel Universe, plus Warhammer might make an appearance int he next Iron flick, hope that happens so.

Later in the day heading home, 'bout 11PM, drama occurs. I'm not going into details but ask me and ye shall know. I'm gonna private post is in LJ for reference, later bringing it to here if I feel it appropriate.

basically, it's with Max and this silly love interest of his with Mike. I personally find the guy nice, cool, requiring better online grammar/spelling/the works, but cute and fuck-me-able.

May 11, Sunday, Mama's Day
Shit continues, I started the day off departing from fam (mama heading to nj to celebrate with her mama and brandon's bday, dad went to see his mama) to go to client's daughter Confirmation party, arrive a little late, but not so bad. Very small party surprisingly, but chatted it up and tailed Sheila and friends, 'twas fun. Drink server's a pedophile/Sheila-stalker so made for excellent conversation during and after the party. At one point, Sheila brings me and friends into the "Reading Room, a safe haven for writers, readers and poets" when after the friends leave and we're settled, he litterally comes and and exclaims "so THIS! is the mysterious Reading Room I've been hearing about" to only freak the fuck outta Sheila and me, especially when he stares her down with this Hannibal Lecter smile that only was made worse coupled with his grey/silver hair, pulled back and gelled, and tall demeanor, sooo fucking freaky. Later as he undress (removed his serving jacket) and was only in his collared white shirt, he totally seemed fuckable; I imagined me and him riding my black double-ended dildo, really. Got hard and had to hide it, so embarrasing.

Later in the day I txt Max, telling him I'm ashamed of his actions (which were later unwarranted since the way shit worked out), just a big WTF that went from me blaming him and Karina for the current situation to me looking like an asshole, what ever, I give up on caring and now am only worrying for me.


Well, so far now I'm gonna hit the sack. I gotta get up nice and early for Madonna tix, and to call a client to tell them I'm gonna be late since i'm ordering Madonna tix *tear*.
PRAY I GET GLORIOUS SEATS!

here we go again!

Hrm, another Friday morning, another day wasted. meh.

Well I rsvp'd for another night at the sex party. Website's down, wtf, shall make note of that, but search Adam4Adam shall yield you the MensParty post. Anywhew, I'm just hoping that stinky dude won't be there again... or at least talks A WHOLE LOT LESS (read NOT AT ALL) this time, has showered, and will be a little more free with positions.
Plus I gotta play catch up on something I could do :D

Going full-Vegan hasn't been too hard. Quite enjoyable though as I pig out on more nutritional foods without feeling that sad, empty-yet-full feeling. I've also noticed my thoughts for longing for love have nearly disappeared all together, I'm not longer haunting sites such as ManHunt or A4A (though I never really "haunted" that as much) and I'm more lax in the guys I'm restricting myself from chasing :D All-in-all goodness is to be- and has been- had.

Right now I need to poop, brb...

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Fuck it, dad's in the crapper smoking it the fuck up. I hate marijuanna. Smoking in general. Plus he has the audacity to tell me to "lose some weight, exercise." Nigguh, I have lost weight (though now I'm settled at 204), and I shall be exercising! I needa gym buddy though, augh.

Well later I have to clean my hole out (shit dick is not cute) and make sure to restrict diet for the rest of the day (BRING ON THA WATAH!)

Ugh. In other news, MADONNA STICKY AND SWEET 2008 CONCERT FOR HARD CANDY! WTF!!! SO GOTTA GET TICKETS! Right now I'm in talks with my best friend/client who has a Citi Bank card and can totally purchase them, I'm looking to see if she shall buy 4, or at least 3, and if not- 2. 4 for Moi, Har, Moi Best Fraund, and Har Dawtur. That order. And Floorstanding Front Row Tix Bitch. Not the nose bleeds for 20 bucks, _I_ can get those. At any amount, I'm also looking to get myself a Citi credit card pronto, even if I have to drive myself into further debt and get them myself ^_^


Alas, freelance has be close to nil. I have to grasp as few clients I'm getting and pray I can survive on what little I ask. So very frustrating. Hopefully I can also drag the work a little longer than necessary and increase my pay, but I hate doing such. I'm also stressing to finish fast despite the opposite.

Also, some Asians just aren't gifted- Bless their hearts.