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I'm Ms. Anonymous, and I'm sharing with you, my true diary stories. If you liked Fifty
Shades of Grey and Zane books, then you will love what I'm going to tell you. What sets
me apart, is that all of my stories are 100% true. After sharing a few of my dating experiences
with close friends, I soon realized that my life was far from normal. My experiences are
unbelievable, trust me, both men and women will enjoy my tell all diaries. You never
know what to expect. Welcome to my Diary of A Single Woman.
This True Audio Story is called "Triple Play Weekend Part 1". It was approaching Saturday
afternoon, and I knew, soon, I would need to start getting ready for my hot date tonight.
I had been so busy over the past three weeks with family, work, and wrapping up my college
classes that I hadn't carved out time for myself. It was the beginning of summer and
it was already filled with amusement parks, family party events, and vacation preparation.
Yes you heard me correctly, "family, work, and college". Just because I am a *** freak,
doesn't mean I lack humanitarian compassion, a successful career, and intelligence. It
just means that I am an average American, just with a super sensual freaky side. I'm
the type of woman that your church going grandmother would love, and that your jealous, insecure
wife would hate. I'm the type of woman who calls their parents daily, who just received
two "A" letter grades in recent college courses, an award at my job, and who sexed three men
in less than 24 hours...oh... with a private strip dance included.
Okay I'm jumping ahead. Don't worry, I will tell you all about it. I mean, I didn't intend
on sexing three different men in less than 24 hours, it just kind of ended up that way.
The thing is, I never intend on having crazy moments, it just seems to naturally happen.
I was well aware of my preplanned Saturday night date with the possibility of sex for
dessert, but I had no idea the next day, I would sex not one, but two other men, and
walk around with a bra full of dollar bills. I know it sounds crazy, but I will admit it
that it was fun. This was a triple play weekend. So let's get started with player 1. Alias
name: Rick. Age: 25. Vehicle: Yes, but may break down if driven long distances. Employed:
Yes, but only on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, therefore limited spending cash available.
College Degree: No, but currently enrolled in college classes Monday through Thursday,
he has potential. Living arrangement: Lives with parents; not good. Overall Date Assessment:
Not impressed. Verdict: I will only call Rick for emergency *** calls.
I was meeting Rick at a nearby restaurant for dinner. When I arrived in the parking
lot I sent a text message to Rick letting him know that I had arrived and was waiting
for him in the restaurant lobby. Actually I really wasn't waiting in the lobby, but
I like to sit in the car and watch for my date to enter the restaurant first, so I can
get a better idea of what I will be dealing with. Whenever I arrange a date with someone
I've met online, I like to take a few minor precautions, although I am not sure if stalking
a man in the parking lot is considered sane. Hey it's either him or me. I actually learned
this first date stalker trick from males in my past. I caught on and started outsmarting
them. Now I am one step ahead of the game. So, as I sat in my car starring in my visor
mirror, tracking any new vehicles parking and monitoring which person will exit the
vehicle most looking like the online picture of my date-to-be. I remembered the answer
to my text message from earlier, that Rick would be wearing a grey shirt and blue jeans.
Aha. There he is. Mr. Rick, getting out of a dark blue Nissan. He's walking into the
building... and bam...like clockwork, my cell phone rings. "Hello. Oh okay, you are here.
I will be right there. I just had to run back to my car real quick. Okay see you in a second".
I walked into the lobby a little unsure if the man I was glancing at was Rick. Now that
I had a close up view, he looked a little different than the pictures he had posted
online, and had sent to my cell phone. His complexion seemed to be a deeper brown, and
his hair was not cut short like in the pictures, but he was sporting a short but neat dreadlock
hairstyle. Our eyes met each other, and I said "Are you Rick"? He replied "Yes". We
gave each other a hug and the hostess seated us outside on the patio.
Well honestly there's not much to tell you about what we did at dinner. No really...he
was boring as hell! I don't know if this guy was shy or what, but I was ready to move on
to the next hour of my life. Rick hardly said a word, and to top it off, he kept fiddling
with his phone. It was dead silence as we sat at the patio table, and the only entertainment
I was receiving was the flat screen television showing a game of soccer, or how some would
say it futbal, in which I don't follow at all. I felt like a cartoon character with
smoke blowing out of my ears. First of all, I carved time out of my busy day for this
***. No conversation, and terrible date etiquette. As he continued to utilize his
phone off and on for the next 10 minutes. I may be a freak, but at least I have class.
My cell phone was turned to silence so Rick would not hear the phone calls and text messages
that were coming through. I like for my man to have my undivided attention, or at least
"think" that he does. This Rick guy, had some nerve ignoring me like this. Doesn't he know
that I am the Queen? That I am the sexy *** woman who has to fight men off of her. Doesn't
Mr. Rick know that he is lucky that I chose him out of all the other guys tonight? This
is an "F"ing privilege to even be sitting here with me. Okay...I was being jokingly
vain...even though it's true. Completely fed up over the dead silence while waiting for
my grilled chicken salad to come out. I decided to stoop down to Mr. Ignorant's level and
I started playing the jewel quest game on my cell phone. After reaching the 4th level
of the game I was convinced to give Mr. Rick a piece of my mind. I wanted to say "What
the *** are you doing? I am sitting here with you wasting my time. I could have been
out doing something else or with someone else, having fun. You are so damn rude. Maybe you
and your phone should get the hell out of here. You know what, I don't give a *** about
this meal. I am leaving. Bye and don't bother calling me ever again". Well that's what I
wanted, and almost said, but something in me still wanted the 1% chance Rick had left
of actually getting my sweet paradise for dessert. After all it had been three weeks
since I felt hard steel enter my paradise. I really didn't want to throw all the sexting
and sex talk that Rick and I had prior to this date, down the drain. I knew that my
big mouth and hot temper would do just that. So I toned the lingo down and said "What's
going on with your phone, it must be really important. I mean you've paid more attention
to your phone than you have this date". I said with a sweet yet assertive voice. Rick
replied, "I'm sorry. It's nothing like that. My sister had wanted to talk to me before
I came here, so I'm texting her to see what she wants". His story could have been true,
but at this point I was so pissed off, I would not have cared if was the president texting
him. Rick had just become a loser in my book. Our meals finally came out. I quickly started
eating my salad and didn't even finish it all. Who in the world, takes a half-eaten
salad to go? Well I did. I just wanted to get Rick out of my face and out of my ***
life.
"Oh, oh, yhea, I like that". I moaned. I was on my living room floor on my elbows and knees.
My soft round caramel brown *** where rubbing back and forth against my carpet.
Rick was pushing his long steel rod in and out of me like a human sex machine. As he
pumped be harder and harder from behind, I thought to myself, how did I go from pissed
off to doggy style in less than an hour. Damn we should have just skipped the dinner part
and focused solely on dessert. And dessert it was. I slightly turned my head back towards
Rick to look at his sexy, dark chocolate, six pack abs. I could tell that he wanted
to go deeper inside of me. While I was still on my elbows and knees with my back arched,
ankles crossed, and plump bottom emerged, Rick elevated himself to a squatting position
with the base of his feet supporting him. He then submerged his long steel deep into
my wetness. He started moving faster, to the point where I was feeling painful pleasure.
He was so deep, that I could not utter a single word. I simply focused my mind on taking the
deep pleasurable pain. As Rick's steel enjoyed my wetness, he asked me "Who else has been
in this? I didn't reply, 1. Because I couldn't focus on the pain and the question at the
same time, and 2. Because I am not sure if he is being serious or just trying to be a
little ***. "When was the last time you had some"? Rick blurted out. "Honestly I can't
remember. I'm serious, I can't remember. I've been so busy over the past couple of months.
It's been a while". I say the same thing to all the men who have asked me that very same
question while giving it to me rough in the doggy style position. I have yet to crack
the code as to the reasoning to these types of questions while the man has me in a very
vulnerable position. He has me in such a merciless position and he's asking me these crazy questions.
Do they really think that because they have the upper hand in the doggy style position
that it equates to me answering any question that pops in their mind where they are looking
for a truthful answer. I will, lie every single time. "Was it as good as this"? Rick blurted
out. I replied "No, it was not as good as this". (sigh) Another lie. See I never ask
a man when was the last time he had sex, because candidly speaking, I really don't care. Well,
with the exception of someone I am in love with, and lately the cupid arrow has been
flying right past me, for now at least. And I don't need to ask if the woman before me
gave better sex than I. I believe in an old saying...Actions speak louder than words.
I know that my sex is better because it is proven when he calls me each week wanting
to pound me, make love to me, and eat me (and I'm talking about both openings.)
We continued in our *** pleasures and finally Rick released his hot warm milk, then removed
himself from me. Too bad I didn't have the same honor of releasing my warm sweet cream.
I didn't even climax, however my paradise felt good and I enjoyed the moment. We washed
up and got dressed. Rick asked me how often I wanted to have sex. I told him I wanted
it 1-2 times a week. He then told me that I should call him and he will make sure he
will be right here to satisfy me. I gave him a very seductive look and replied "Okay, I
can't wait to sex you each week. Rick headed towards the door to leave for the night. I
knew he had to go to work early Sunday morning, so I didn't take offense to his quick departure.
We gave each other a hug, and I closed the door behind him.
As I lay in bed to drift asleep, I enjoyed the idea of not having to wake up to an alarm
clock tomorrow. I had nothing planned, so I knew I would be able to get plenty of rest.
NOT! Little did I know, tomorrow would become one of the most memorable experiences to add
to my top ten list. I would become a private stripper, racking in a lot of tips. My exotic
dancing would turn into *** bliss for hours. OOOhhhhh I can't wait to tell this story.
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