It’s a bit of a cliché, but there is some truth to the fact that ladies have used the excuse of having a headache as a means to avoid having sex with their partner for a very long time. The funny thing is that scientific research has proven that energetic XXX sex can actually cure a headache.
Archive for September 2011
I took a week vacation in Jamaica. It was a singles resort, and the idea was to get some sun and fun down on the beach. On my first night, I spotted this gorgeous, BBW all by herself. All the other guys were fighting over the twig women that were staying in the hotel, which basically left just me to hit on this beautiful creature. I was going to make my move the first day, but before I could talk to her she disappeared. When I talked to one of the hotel staff, they told me she had gone on a undersea exploration tour. I ran out, and joined the group just as they were leaving.
I sat beside the woman, named Julia, and started talking with her. She was friendly and funny. When we got to the pier we’d be diving from, I asked her if she wanted to explore together. She said sure. We each got our own mini-scooter sub and a quick half-hour training session on them. Then we were allowed to do our own thing. Julia and I went on our own and were checking out the awesome sea-life down there. When a sting-ray flew an inch from my head, I could see her eyes widen, and her laughing in her helmet.
When we got back to shore, we couldn’t stop talking about how great the sights were down there. She kept grabbing my arm and saying how amazing it was. On our bus-ride back to the hotel, I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me, and she smiled and said she thought it was already understood. At dinner there was wine and flirting and more wine. Then we danced in the hotel bar until they closed. Then she invited me back to her room. I’d like to give you details, but I don’t have time right now – I have to go meet a friend for a movie.
This past weekend I was online surfing the dating site I use when I met a new BBW named Lena. Beautiful woman. Her best feature is her smile. So pretty. Anyway, I e-chatted her, and we talked and flirted for about an hour, and I asked her if she felt like getting together with me some time. She said she was free on Saturday, the next day, and that if I wanted we could get a drink at a bar she likes to go to. I said that sounded like fun, and arranged to meet her there at 9 p.m.
I was a little early, and sat at the bar and got myself a drink. Then I see Lena come in. She has really dolled herself up for our date. Big, black boots. Fishnet stockings. And a top that showed off her more-than-ample bosoms. She joined me at the bar and I ordered her a drink. We sat there and flirted and joked around for a couple hours. We played some pool (I let her win, despite what she’ll tell you), and she said she was tired. I asked her if I could walk her home, and she smiled and said yes.
When we got back to her apartment, she invited me in. Once we were inside, we started kissing even before our footwear was off. Then she stopped me, and asked me to take off her boots for her. I didn’t want to stop, but I did. I bent down and started unlacing her boots. The goddam boots. It took me almost five minutes to unlace ONE! My mojo was disappearing, and I could tell her’s was too. I had to take breaks from the unlacing to come up for kissing so we maintained out heat for each other.
I won’t go into too much detail, but it was a great night! The moral of the story is, LEAVE THE BOOTS AT HOME! THEY RUIN THE MOJO!