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Monday, January 21, 2013

The Day Dick Drove Me Insane

And I'm not even kidding you right now. Like mental breakdown status. I think I'm mentally unstable lol. But lemme go on ahead and set the scene for you.

So I've been lusting after my old boss for some time now. When he worked at the club I'd flirt with him a little bit, but nothing too serious because he was my boss and I didn't wanna be THAT bitch, and because he had a girlfriend. But then he stopped working there and I would text him and see how he was doing and stuff. And one day he finally got me to admit that I wanted to fuck the shit out of him. Ad he responded by telling me he wanted the same. Yay! Only problem was he lived in east jesus nowhere and he lives with his girlfriend. When I go down to work I don't stay alone so it's not like I could invite him over. What's a girl to do? One time he did ask if he was to invite me over what would I do and I told him don't tempt me, but nothing happened. Finally after all the "I just wanna fuck you/eat you/please you" texts I got fed up. My sexual frustrations were getting the best of me. I confronted him and asked him if I scared him or was too aggressive for him (since that's what I keep hearing). He said maybe, maybe not and I told him all my lusting after him was getting me nowhere. Then it happened.

"Lol it will don't worry. So here's the thing I have a gf now. I still want you nonetheless will that change things for u"

Now before you guys start getting all judgey judgey lemme defend myself for a minute lol. I don't go actively pursuing guys with girlfriends. For the most part I don't even know they exist til further down the line. It just kinda happens that way they seem to be drawn to me. Most of the time if you come at me and I know you have a gf I get immediately turned off and start screen capping texts, just in case. BUT. There are certain exceptions. If I'm just drawn to you and you actively pursue me and I find out you have a gf then I tend to reconsider. Especially if you acknowledge the fact that you have a gf but still want me. Because at that point we have way too much sexual tension between us for me not to do it. But that's rare. And this happens to be one of those rare cases. Shit if you don't care and you're the one in the relationship why should I? But what about the gf? Have you no shame? Well. Yeah that sucks for her. And the roles can easily be reversed. But at the end of the day whether I fuck them or not if a guy wants to cheat he's going to cheat be it with me or anyone else. Now I wouldn't do this to any girl I knew personally, but if I don't know her from a can of paint then....Of course you guys are probably still shaking your head to which I say this is my life not yours you are just reading about it lol. It makes complete sense to me...

Back on topic tho, I told him not really, because in my mind I had already made the decision to fuck him, whether he was gonna give it up willingly or if I was gonna have to take it. We agreed to meet up the next day when he had some free time. I was too juiced. I now know how guys feel when they finally bag that girl that they've been chasing after forever. It feels great! He told me to meet him at 10, and I got to his city at 9:58ish. Not wanting to look overly eager I parked in a 7-11 parking lot, ate my last edible and waited for it to start kicking in before I called him. I texted him good morning around 10:40 and asked him what he was doing and he wasn't even at home! He was getting a hair cut. Guess I took too long. But he was on his way back and told me to meet him at his house. I drove over there and I saw him walking down the street. Now he's like 2 years younger than me but when I saw him he looked like a little boy! I started having second thoughts and I was like bitch stop tryna psych yourself out you've been wanting this for months. I park the car and he meets me at the door. We sat and caught up a little bit, he told me what he'd been up to since he left and I told him everything that was going on at work. Around 11:50ish he asked me how my edibles were making me feel. Told him I felt nice. He asked how do they make sex feel and I said amazing. I was starting to get worried he was gonna chicken out because we hadn't talked about anything sexual since I had been there, except why they call me Tits McGee. He looked at his phone and said "So it's 12 o'clock now. I have a soccer game at 2:30, that gives us about 2 & 1/2 hours. Do you want it?" Idk why but when he asked me if I wanted it it was just a turn on. I nodded my head and he said "Do you want it right now?" Nodded again. He asked if I wanted it in the bedroom or living room and I told him I didn't care as long as he gave it to me. He chose the bedroom and I followed him. I stood in front of the bed and he immediately came up behind me and bent me over the bed. I took my jacket off while he tried to pull my sweats off. I had to untie them first and he just ripped the shit off. I was on my stomach and he started to lick and kiss my butt and I panicked a bit because I wasn't sure if he was trying to eat my ass or eat me from the back. All I know is I'm not about that ass eating life just yet so I rolled over. Oh btw, I vajazzled my vag, dk if he noticed or not, but my rhinestone heart didn't last long at all:( He got down on his knees and spread my legs open and went to town. Now at first he was only licking like the top and I thought "Oh my god he doesn't know what he's doing" but maybe he was just teasing cause he finally went a lil lower and DAYUM. I just kept saying this isn't real. This isn't real! Oh but it was and it was great. He would spread my legs hella far so I didn't have much wiggle room and the only thing I could do was run. Then he dragged me by my legs back to the edge of the bed, got on top and started kissing my neck. Mmmm. He sat up and played with my clit with one hand and started putting on a condom with the other. You nimble man you. He grabbed me by my legs and stuck it in. I'm so mad I was high because I didn't even pay attention to his dick, but regardless it was still good. First my legs were draped over his arms, then he grabbed me by my ankles, then he put my legs together to one side. Yes, yes, yes. Good boy. Then he pushed my legs to the side of the bed so I was in like an L shape, and I wanted him to his from the back so I rolled over onto my knees. I threw it back on him and he was tellin me how good I felt and I was like "I know" and then he took over. He spanked me for a bit and then he would do those damn death strokes. Love those. He turned me back over, went down on me again, and I couldn't do shit but say his name repeatedly. He got back on top and put my legs on his shoulders and just drilled me. He asked if I liked it and I said mmhmm and then he got off and I got back on my knees. The way he was giving it to me was exactly what I needed because I haven't gotten it like that since...October 13th. One thing that did catch me off guard was when he grabbed me by my bra strap and told me to squeeze my P on his dick. That was a first but I did what I was told. When I told him I was about to cum he fucked me harder and every time he thrusted he would say "cum. Cum. CUM." And I liked that lol. He finally pulled out and I couldn't feel my legs. When my mind came back I realized I didn't give him head. While it was dope that he didn't ask or anything I would've liked to have showcased my skills too! It's not every day someone gets a blow job from a bitch with 3 tongue rings. He laid down next to me and told me I was really flexible. I told him I wasn't cause I couldn't bust a full split and then he went on a tangent about the different stages of flexibleness (Flex, flexy, and flexible. His words not mine) and told me I was flexy. Then he started talking about ugly people and I just zoned out. HE got up and got dressed, and I took that as my cue to get dressed too. I was hoping that wasn't he end of the festivities but he hit me with that "Oh, my friends should be on their way" Lol he said he had to call his gf back too and not to say anything. Well no shit Sherlock! I made sure to go get what was left of my vajazzle out the room and I told him bye and went to my car.

Overall I was happy with his performance. Now I see why he gets so frustrated with the fact his girl won't put out anymore. A guy like that NEEDS to fuck at least 3 times a day. I'd def be happy to oblige him on that. BUT that was the problem. We only had sex one time for like 20 mins/half an hour and already it was time to go. I expected to get fucked at least a couple times while I was there. He was the one saying how he needed it more than one time and how long he could go for. Not to mention it took me an hr to get to his place! (Not a word.). So here I was, happy I just got some good dick but mad I wasn't getting any more. I was telling myself "My life can't be like this! This sucks!!! Why me!?" Why I was talking to myself I have no idea. I was pretty high in an unfamiliar area and I had an hr drive to get back to my friend's house so I started freaking out. I called my friend and immediately started rambling to her. I told her I just fucked my old boss and it was great and I wanted to cry. She asked me why I wanted to cry and then I did and I was like I don't know what's wrong with me!!! Here I am driving down the street high af with this ugly ass cry face stuck on. I know people thought I was crazy. I almost started to say I missed the Antichrist but stopped myself...and I think I went on a tangent about how I deserved to have a good sex life because I was a good person or something to that effect. She would remember better than I did. But that was just sad. Sad sad sad. Like I think I associate good sex with him too much because when I tried to replay what had just happened I found myself saying the Antichrist's name but still picturing El Capitan. Weirrrrrd.

Nonetheless, I still wanted to see him again. But seeing as to he had a gf I decided I wouldn't text him just yet. Therein lies another problem. Should I text him and tell him I liked it? Should I wait for him to text me first? What if he's waiting on me to tell him it was good? And if I do decide to text him first how long do I wait?! It's gonna be tricky tryna guestimate when he's away from her so we can talk about it...but then it could go like that one bitch who after I finally mustered enough courage up to ask for another round told me "Maybe if you play your cards right." And he was single. That shit pissed me off all over again. I came to the conclusion that he only did it that second time to redeem himself for the first misfire. And once he was satisfied with the results he was good. Whatever. But yeah...idk what to do. lol. If I had my way I would've fucked him again the next day but I don't wanna be a buzz. God I just wish I knew what was going on in his head right now. And so far one exception outta three ain't bad. Ugh this is exactly what I DIDN'T want to have happen lol I wanted it to be good but not GREAT. Fuck. Like he told me he was going to eat me and please me and fuck the shit outta me but I didn't take it all that serious. That's not a lil boy that's a grown ass man. Well I guess we'll see what happens.

Miss Sixxxty, your unstable ass freak of the industryy

Friday, January 18, 2013

Brazilian Waxes

The reason for this blog is to share with my female readers my experiences with getting Brazilian waxes.

First Hoo-Rah
I can't remember exactly when I decided to start getting waxes but there was a spot by the mall where my friend worked and she told me that they were doing them for 30 bucks. Cheap enough for me! I walked into the nail salon and said I was here for a Brazilian and they said someone would be right with me. I was nervous as shit but figured it couldn't be TOO bad, because so many women got waxed. An older Asian lady who didn't know too much English told me to follow her to the back. The room she led me to just had a dentist type chair in there and I'm thinking "That's am I supposed to get waxed in a chair?" Due to some communication difficulties she thought I wanted an eyebrow wax. No ma'am a Brazilian. She led me to another room and omg. The fluorescent lighting was terrible and there was a table with a towel on it and her waxing station. I kidd you not it looked like that room doubled as a room to get back alley abortions in. But nonetheless I was gonna go thru with it. I started with my armpits which was bearable so I thought the Brazilian couldn't be that bad. We didn't even make it half way thru. I wasn't screaming but I would say omg really loud and be nervously laughing because I had never felt pain like that before. And that was only on the top! No way she was getting near my lips. I told her I couldn't finish and I got dressed, paid her and left. I had wax stuck to me everywhere and everything burned. But I was determined to go thru wit hit completely.

Second Go Round
I went back again, this time armed with a 600mG ibuprofen and Relax & Wax No Scream Cream. I took the meds about half an hour before my appointment and applied the cream 40 minutes before and even wore saran wrap around my cooch to increase the potency. I got there and I asked them how long for another Brazilian and they said 10 minutes. More like 40 minutes. Enough time for my cream and pills to wear off. We got a little further, I let her wax my butt cheeks but still didn't reach the lips. That shit hurt too much! I also noticed she didn't use different sticks! She kept double dipping her stick in the pot which is a HUGE red flag. When you get waxed they are always supposed to use a new stick when dipping it in the pot because it's a breeding ground for bacteria. Needless to say I wasn't going to be going back there any time soon.

Third Time's A Charm
My friends and I regularly meet up and go to happy hour together and one day we got there late so while we waited for it to start again we walked around the shopping plaza to see the new DSW. On the way I saw a salon was having a 30$ special on waxes too. It was a nicer salon so I thought, shit, why not? I walked in the next day and while they don't take walk ins she had an appt available within the hour. I stayed and while I waited I was offered refreshments. I'm liking this place already! I was greeted by this petite Mexican lady and she led me back to the room. I loved the ambiance of the salon, it was an upper scale one with soft lighting and a neutral color scheme throughout the salon. She led me back to a private room which looked like the rest of the salon, thank god. No back alley abortions here! There was soft music playing, and the table was plush. I laid down and I told her I'm still new to this, I haven't sat thru an entire Brazilian wax and that my first few experiences weren't pleasant. She apologized for my past experienced and assured me it get's easier. I laid on the table and she jumped right in. She uses both a hard wax and a soft wax. The difference is the soft wax is applied and ripped off with a resin cloth and a hard wax is applied, you wait for it to harden then you rip the entire thing off. I prefer hard wax if I had my pick. She was so fast and efficient, I didn't have to stop her once. Before I knew it she was telling me to lay on my side to get my butt. It was a little awkward having to hold my butt cheeks open for her so she could wax under my cheeks and down my crack. And having hot wax on your butt hole is a weird feeling. And I think I'm a bit of a freak and not like a sex freak but a weirdo freak cause I kinda liked having hot wax on my lips. Judge me.  She was so fast, we finished in 20 minutes! She applied this shimmery lotion to my cooch which was a nice touch and bam we're done! I made sure to tip her to show my gratitude, and I even told her she had the hands of an angel lol. She makes my waxing experience so pleasant. I refer her to all my friends. Now the wax is normally 50, but if that means I don't have to feel like my skin is being ripped off and risk a bacterial infection I have no qualms about paying an extra 20 bucks.

So the bottom line for waxes is this (at least with my lady):
-it DOES hurt less when you go frequently. After that first wax after shaving your hair grows back thinner to there isn't as much pull.
-the most painful spot for me at first was right at the top where the two lips meet; now it's that last little strip of hair right before you get to the fleshy bits.
-getting around your butt waxed feels like having a band-aid ripped off.
-take some advil or tylenol before you go to lessen the sting
-exfoliate in the shower every day for at least a week.
-I use tend skin on my lady bits, but keep in mind if you use it right after a wax that shit feels like you dumped a gallon of rubbing alcohol on your vag. But it does help with ingrowns (as does exfoliating)
-it hurts I'm not gonna lie, but it's not unbearable. I think getting my tongue pierced hurt more anyway.

My next appointment wasn't until next Thursday but El Capitan finally grew a pair of balls and invited me over on Saturday and It was either I shave tonight and postpone my wax, or call in the morning and pray for the best. Thankfully she had an opening today so I'm waxed and ready, and before I go I'm going to vajazzle myself lol just for shits and giggs. And of course I will be blogging about it. I pray it's everything I dream of and more, but not so much because I don't wanna get hooked. I pray he has a big dick and that he knows how to move his ass. Because when you have so much sexual tension between someone and you finally get to fuck them and they suck it's a HUGE letdown:/

Welp, here goes nothin'.
Miss Sixxxty, your very own freak of the industryy

Monday, January 14, 2013

What REALLY Happened In Vegas

Well I figure since I'm like SINGLE single I can be honest about my Vegas trip. I DID, in fact, not only FINALLY had birthday sex, but I finally got laid in Vegas. Killing two birds with one stone whoop whoop!I went to Vegas the weekend of my birthday "with" my friends. We didn't really plan the trip together but we realized we were both planning separate trips around the same time so we decided to go at the same time. I was gonna go on Thursday and they would come Friday. So Thursday night I hung out with my friend who lives there, he bought me dinner, took me to a few lounges and bars and we gambled at the craps table. I gambled 500 bucks of his money and we ended up making like 2300. He gave me a cut for being a "lucky charm" and I went shopping at the outlets the next day to find an outfit for my birthday. On my way back into town I picked up the girls from the airport while the boys caught a cab. I knew everyone in the group pretty good except this one dude. I had only met him twice before in the previous two weeks and even then I didn't even talk to him. Shit I barely knew his name. But we made plans to meet back at their room later that night to go to TAO (because that guy had a "connect"...smh never again). Before I met up with them I met up with my local friend where he bought me more drinks. I drunkenly took the tram from Treasure Island to The Mirage (ladies don't EVER do that) where they were staying so we could go. I had never seen my friends truly dressed up and I thought we looked sharp. But gad damn did this Mystery Dude just look...extra delicious tonight...The other two times I had seen him we were both looking pretty bummy. But I will say he cleans up very nicely. I remember telling myself "Okay if I have to pick someone out this group to fuck it would def be him." but I didn't think too much of it. We went to the lobby of the Venetian to wait for this promoter dude and we literally spent a fucking hour waiting on him. Like I was falling asleep waiting. In the meantime one of our friends barely made it out of the elevator he was so drunk. Throwing up in garbage cans nshit. He finally just had to throw in the towel and go back up to the room because he was beyond yoasted. The guy finally shows up and he takes us to TAO and we just cut the line. Once we got inside I was pissed because they were playing electronic music. I'm not a big nightclub fan already and when I do go I wanna shake my ass and whatnot. I can't get down to electronic music like that, that's more lounge music to me. We walk to the bar and when I had my back turned my other friend puked on everyone standing near him at the bar so they kicked him out and he went back to the room as well. I stood by the wall while they cleaned it up with two of my girlfriends and the Mystery Dude came over with a shot of patron for me. Way in the back back days I overdid it with the tequila one afternoon and after that my body literally rejects it. I can't take a tequila shot without gagging. And I tried to politely refuse it and he was like "Dude I just spent 80 bucks on shots and you're not even gonna drink it??" I told him he should've asked me first and he took my shot for me. He grabbed me by the hand and whispered in my ear "Let's dance" and one of the girls followed us. Before we even found an open area to dance in some guy grabbed her and she looked at me and I was like Go! He was cute, it's Vegas, why not? When we finally found an open area we danced for a song or two and he grabbed one of my hands and put it on the back of his neck while he held me around the waist. I was thinking "Fuck he smells good" and before I knew it he leaned down and kissed me. So I was making out with him in the middle of the dance floor. Everything was going fine until he put his hand up my dress. He got like one finger past me and then I snapped back to reality and remembered where I was. These two white girls were looking at me saying "Oh My GOD." And I'm thinking it's okay...this is Vegas...crazy shit always goes down here don't look so surprised. But he grabbed me by the arm again and tried to find a better place to continue making out but wherever we went we were in the way. When we couldn't find the other girls I think we decided to leave. You know how when you see celebrity couples The guy is damn near dragging his girl? That's what he was doing to me all around the casino and I loved every minute of it. Of course I'm getting stares from black dudes but whatever....Ever so often he would stop to ram his tongue down my throat and he got no complaints from me. When we finally made it back to their hotel both my friends were already passed out. Why we went back to his room, still have no idea. One of my friends woke up and stumbled off to the bathroom where he went to go puke. The Mystery Man went to go tend to him and my other friend's phone rang I answered it and it was two of our friends we had left behind pranking me pretending to be the front desk. While I'm on the phone he comes up behind me and  starts kissing my neck and I have to end the call immediately. He picked me up and laid me on the ground and started sucking my neck which is my one fucking weakness. As much as I didn't want him to stop I didn't want to risk waking up one of my friends cause I didn't wanna explain why I had his dick in me. So I stopped him while he was trying to finger me and suggested we go back to my room since I was staying alone. He got off me and sat there for a minute before saying "I have a girlfriend".
Where was all this girlfriend guilt when you were trying to fuck me on the dance floor?!?!?!?! I seriously don't know how the fuck I manage to attract every last fucking man with a girlfriend, but that shit happens. So I got up, pushed my dress down and told him "Look. I'm going to my room. And I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't wanna already do" and I walked out the door. Before the door even closed behind me he came out and followed me to my room. We hailed a cab since I was staying all the way at the end of the strip and he tried to turn it into an episode of Taxicab Confessions. We were doing some serious making out, ten he'd suck on my neck and try to finger me and I honestly would've lt him if the cab driver wasn't being such an obvious creepy fuck like this shit doesn't happen on the daily. I managed to fight him off long enough to get to my hotel and before we got on the elevator he asked if I had any condoms. Mmm, not exactly sir. I had to find a casino employee and ask them where I could buy toothpaste. I didn't wanna flat out ask for condoms, and where there's toothpaste there's condoms. While he went to go buy whatever I waited out in front of the store. This black dude comes up to me asking if I'm lost and I'm like "I'm good." Then he asks where I'm going and what did I do that night and finally he brings his ass out the store and grabs my hand. Dude immediately says "My bad I was just making sure you were good." Bitch I already told you I was good boy stoppp. He just stared at us a little too long but whatever. On the elevator he tried to fuck me until this other couple came in and then it was one of those moments like we knew each other and had finally seen each other after years. We got off on the same floor but went in opposite directions. Once we got into my room he attacked me lol. He pushed me on the bed, then was like I have to go to the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom I opened the privacy blinds, turned on the lamps and put some music on. I don't know what I was expecting but what I got was definitely not something I necessarily wanted. He's an amazing kisser but because he was so fucking drunk his dick would get soft every few minutes. And he refused to take off his shirt so while we were having sexual dysfunctions we were having wardrobe malfunctions. He started on top for a bit, then told me to get on all fours. Which worked for a while but not long enough for me to feel anything. He pulled out and took his condom off and asked me to blow him for a bit. I did but I forgot how horrible latex makes dicks taste. I had to run to the bathroom and grab a washcloth to wash his dick with before continuing. It's like I could suck his dick long enough for him to hold an erection but when it was time to switch it would vanish. He turned me around and told me how bad he wanted to taste me and if it tasted good. Sir fro,m what I've been told the vag is A1. I always hate when dudes ask me what does it taste like. It tastes like ass and sewage and bong water -_______-. If you can't smell anything I think you're good. I never liked getting licked form the back just because my entire ass is in your face. He laid on the bed and had me get on top where he sucked my boobs and tried his hardest to finish but it wasn't gonna happen. I forgot when I tapped out but I was just like "Hey...I'm gonna go downstairs and get some chicken strips...." And he passed out in my bed. While I was waiting for my food the girls finally called me back, told me they were safe and invited me over to come take a bath with them. I was too tired to drive and didn't feel like catching another cab so I declined. They asked me where the Mystery Man was and I was like "Oh he got really drunk and passed out in my room." When I got back upstairs he was already gone. Everything he brought with him, condoms, mouthwash, bottled water all that shit was gone with him. The next night he wanted to act like he didn't know me. Bitch are you serious?! I said hi and told him he looked nice and bitch gave me this dry ass "Thanks". What happened to the dude that let me sit on his lap and stuff and was actually friendly? So I don't feel bad about writing this blog knowing he has/had a girlfriend since he wanted to act like a fucking dick. And since I'm no longer emotionally invested in anyone I REALLY don't feel bad about the shit. And I never talked to him after that lol.
I just wanna have sex when I want. And if a boyfriend is the only thing that'll offer me that type of stability then...shit.

Just can't get right.
Miss Sixxxty, your very own freak of the industryy

Sunday, January 6, 2013

What Not To Do

Can someone enlighten me on what intimidates men? Or what constitutes as being sexually aggressive? Because I have been told that I'm intimidating and aggressive and that may be why I can't get laid as often as I want. I don't know how the fuck someone figured that out, because when it comes to sex I'm the most submissive person ever. I go with the flow, I rarely take the initiative until you show some type of spark of interest first. So....what gives? There is this guy I went to high school with, I had a baby crush on him sophomore year. He's def attractive, so there's that. Going all the way back to the MySpace days he would hit me up and we'd start TALKING about doing something, but nothing ever came into fruition. Finally the shit started getting on my nerves because I felt he was toying with me like "Watch me get this bitch all fired up for nothing." So I stopped taking him serious. As of late he would hit me up but I never gave it much thought. I ran into him the weekend before Halloween and after that he would steady message me on Fb. He kept saying we should hang out but he was busy during the week when I was free. His only free time was on the weekends when I worked. With it being the holidays I didn't go to work much, so I was around, but when I'd hit him up about hanging out he'd be tired or too fucked up to function. I was starting to get annoyed because history was repeating itself AGAIN. Finally we were both available at the same time and I jumped on the opportunity before he bitched out again. I went over to his place around one, and when I got there I had an edible. He was gonna smoke me out at first but I don't really like blunts, and he had just rolled one, so I let him have that and I enjoyed my baked good. We sat there listening to Frank Ocean's Channel Orange for a bit, then he suggested we hop on YouTube and watch stuff. We watched some random clips, then he asked me if I had ever heard of something called Salad Fingers. I hadn't so he showed methis clip.

What. The. Absolute. FUCK?! This was beyond the creepiest hing I have ever watched, and not to mention the weed didn't make it better. Idk which is worse: The person that watches it or the person that created it. Like wtf is really going on in YOUR mind to come up with some twisted shit like this? But anyways, we got on Netflix and ended up watching Reservoir Dogs, which btw, I didn't think it was as great as everyone made it seem. I thought it was actually kinda boring, except when Mr. Blonde and the hostage had their moment. Towards the end of the movie he mentioned he was getting sleepy, but I didn't know where he was going with that. Sleepy as in you want US to hop in the bed? Or sleepy as in you want me to leave so you can sleep? But we stayed watching tv shows on Netflix. The entire time I was there we sat on either sides of the love seat. He didn't scoot any closer to me, he didn't try to slickly put his arm around me, nada. He didn't move, and neither did I because I didn't know what he was thinking. But what I do know was that shit sucked. Finally he turned to me and said "I think I'm going to go to bed. We can always hang out some other time. Here I'll walk you to your car." I just looked at him and said Ok. He walked me to my car and gave me one of those awkward ass side hugs then went back inside. I was like wtf? Was it me? What did I do? Or not do? I knew I didn't smell bad, and I actually did my makeup and shaved my legs and everything. Don't get me wrong I didn't go over there with the intention that I wanted to fuck him (I mean I wasn't going to because I'm between waxes right now), but at the same time...C'mon bro. I drove to your house at 1 in the morning. I looked why WOULDN'T you make a pass at me? I felt so unwanted lol. I expect a guy that I'm not close friends with to make a pass at me if we're high and alone and it's early in the morning. Like there should NEVER be an arm's length of space between us after midnight, NEVER. I would've made out with him a bit, straddled him and then some...but seriously? My friend just thinks he was being a little chicken shit and that he didn't know how to handle me...but I'm like handle me like you would any other girl I'm not a damn baby unicorn! Like I heard from a friend that when she hung out with him they got high together, went and got something to eat and when he brought her back to the house he just went down on her outta nowhere. I kinda expected my night to go somewhat similar. But noooooooo, not me! I can never get what I want.

My question to you guys is what is it do you think that I'm doing to scare them off? Lol shit cause I'm all out of ideas. Half the time I got people telling me closed mouths don't get fed, the other half are telling me that's being too aggressive. I'm just a poor old soul who wants what she wants when she wants it. I figure this year I want to get a boyfriend, not for the sole purpose of getting sex whenever I want it, because even that isn't guaranteed, but it would be a big bonus. And I'd obviously enjoy everything else that comes with having a boyfriend (What those things are, I don't know. Cause the closest I ever got to that was the Antichrist, and that was...whew.). Like I'd never be sitting at home wondering "Fuck....I really need some dick...who can give it to me?" I'd just be like "Oh hay sexy boyfrann. My vag wants to give your penis a big ass hug right meow." Or something. And that I wouldn't add any new notches (With the exception of three people) and that if I wanted peen I'd have to either backtrack or hurry up and find me a man. But we'll see how long this shit lasts. As for this dude right here, well, we'll see if he wants to hang out again, and if he does we'll see what happens from there. In the meantime I'm gonna order me a fat ass pizza from Pizza Hut cause I am STARVING.

Miss Sixxxty, your very own aggressive assed freak of the industryy

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Hello Stranger

After everyone left it was just my friend, Sexsomniac and I in the hotel room. We were sitting on the floor on the side of the bed. He started touching my thigh and I looked at him and asked what he was doing. He said "Touching your want me to stop?" and I was like what you do. Then my friend came back in the room and just looked at us. Let's am I going to swing this one? So I asked him to take one for the team and go "take a shower" and He was like "Omg why do I have to take a shower why can't I get in the bed and go to sleep?!" But he did me a solid and took a shower anyways. Once he was in the bathroom we moved to the other side of the room and got down to business. I kept my tank on and grabbed a blanket to semi cover us and I started riding him. Everything was all good til my friend cut his shower short. He came out the bathroom when I was on my hands and knees and Sexsomniac was behind me. He hunched over mem a bit, then pulled the covers up and told me to lay down. My friend hopped in the bed and turned the opposite way and texted on his phone a bit while we tried to continue. I was laying on my side while he had his hand in the small of my back and we started again sloooooowly. But I hate slow sex and my friend is like a brother to me so it was kinda creepy. I suggested we take it to the bathroom like everyone else. I wrapped the blanket around my naked waist and he covered his head and we looked like one of those weird horse costumes where you have one person as the head and the other one as the ass. Better yet we looked like one of those centaur creature looking things. We went into the bathroom and it was pretty dope that they had a red light. Red lights are sexy they soften everything and cast little sexy shadows everywhere...
I leaned over the bathroom counter and he pushed my tank up and unhooked my bra then bent me over the sink. The sink was a little higher up than my waist so I kinda had to stand on my tip toes to achieve that perfect 90 degree angle. I put one leg on the counter and everything was going great until we decided to get on the ground. Mind you when I got down there I was thinking of the two sweaty hookers that were just in there and that kind of freaked me out but I tried to push it as far out of my mind as possible.
So as you all know boys pee with the toilet seat up. And I was in a room FULL of boys. I was bent down by the toilet and for some reason I kept sliding every time he thrusted. Next thing you know I lose my balance and BAM I hit my lip on the edge of the toilet seat. I could just feel my lip swelling. Fuck. Now I can't quite remember who's idea it was to get into the shower to have sex, but we did. Now if you guys recall the first and last time I had shower sex was with The Carnie and I slipped and fell out the shower, busted my shoulder and broke the toilet. But for some reason forgot that shit ever happened and hopped my happy naked ass into the shower. Shower sex is dangerous. Nobody ever tells you the bad side to shower sex, only the good shit. But then again bad things are always prone to happen to me during sex. Hence the reason for the creation of this blog in the first place. I soaped him up a little bit and then he turned me around facing the shower head and bent me over. I think we were in a handicap accessible room because the shower was big af and there was a bar inside. so I spread my feet apart to get as much stability as I could and grabbed hold of the bar. The water felt like warm pool water, it wasn't freezing but it wasn't warm either. Still had a bit of a chill to it. The water was running down my back which felt amazeballs, said fuck my hair and just enjoyed it. I turned around and blew him for a bit, as my hair said bitch I hate you, and turned back around. I was having fun until he grabbed me by my hair. When he pulled my hair my head jerked back and was angled so that the water was falling right into my mouth. So I'm sitting here trying to breathe, not to moan, and spitting out water at the same time. Who knew you could drown in the shower? I had to breathe thru my mouth so I didn't get water in my nose but at the same time I was half choking on it. But it didn't bother me too much, because I still got mine and he got his. I soaped him down again, dried off, and went into the room again.
SIDEBAR: Idk why I'm laughing like a loon now, but when I picture myself half washing his dick half giving him a hand job idk I lose it.
He asked me if I was going to stay there and go to sleep, he gave me a pillow, covered me up and went to sleep. I just laid there for a minute, then thought shit I wanna sleep in my own bed and left.
Now I must say that was an interesting Sunday night if I do say so myself. Yes I sinned on the lord's day so what. Kiss my ass.
My new year's resolution is to blog more. And to get my site up and running. I'm kinda over blogger. Now if only I could get my boo @VeronicaVice to gimme some tips on getting it up and running. (P.S. go follow her)...

Miss Sixxxty, your very own freak of the industryy