His figure is not too bad at all, tall, 6'1, some belly, slightly on the chubby side, very handsome face. But the fact that he is not 100% fit with no extra fat, disqualifies him in all senses, well, for me. What can I say, I'm a spoiled brat. I'm used to all muscles, but no fat at all. He was like, "You have the most beautiful eyes. When I saw your profile, I didn't notice anything else, except your eyes, bla bla bla." Ya, man, you are just that lazy to read through my profile. Sexy eye my ass. He would spend extended time gazing into my eyes while complimenting them. I would happily accept the challenge and gaze back into his eyes, for as long as his eyes were on mine. I have absolutely no shyness for random people like him. I was listening to his bla bla bla and laughing in my head, "So much bullshit, man, you drama queen, thinking yourself to be so skilled and superior at this game of getting women. Well, as long as you bring along women, I fucking suck up for anything. Sexy eye my ass, as if you could fuck my eyes. I have never met a man who would be satisfied by looking into my eyes. Unless, unless you can't do it, lol. Maybe you are like that? I bet you are like that! Based on my experience with Indians! Thinking you could use your eyes to trap me. Who the fuck you think you are? Tom Cruise? And who the fuck you think I am? 13-year-old virgin? Lol."
He is married to a beautiful Indian wife, works in IT, and works from home, so he has plenty of time to play around. He and his wife are in a kinda open relationship. His wife is fucking her boss several times a week, like a boyfriend in an affair, and he has a list of 6, 7 women. Most of them are wives who are fucking behind husbands' back. He would be called upon when husbands are traveling. He picked up all those women from app, or randomly in the street. He would look into random women's eyes and make a connection, lol! He does have a handsome and pleasing face, and he is tall too. One wife he met in a restaurant, then again the next day in Costco, so they exchanged phone numbers. I salute his selfless services. I mean, I do get such people a lot while walking around, in Costco or Safeway or wherever, but will I accept any of them? Absolutely no. I fucking run away. I need a channel to pick whoever I want from hundreds, maybe thousands, of applicants. I need them to write a good description, I need an online vibe check, then an in-person vibe check, and then negative test results to proceed with any form of play. I. am. not. desperate.
He said, "I am a Gujarati; my dad owns a hotel. Look, that's my new BMW." I was laughing my ass off, had never met a person so deeply stuck in his own shit and the stinky worldly turds, "Ya ya, get out of here, as if I don't live among millionaires and billionaires. All I have been seeing and hearing all day is people with money, a loooooot of money, out of your imagination, man."
He doesn't use his real name or phone number. He booked the hotel for Thursday afternoon, but only received cash from us. More than being annoyed, Raj and I felt super funny about this behavior. Seriously, how high does he think about himself? Papa owns a hotel and maintains a pious image of the family, so he should protect it with all he can? In such a family business, reputation and image are everything! Then be a good boy and stop fucknig around! Lol! Raj and I discussed this hundreds of times, and we. do. not. give. a. fuck. We do not give a fuck if my nude photos and videos are everywhere in the dark web or white web, we do not give a fuck if all of our friends and family and acquaintances and people in business know everything about it, because Raj and I are together, we are a team, we are simply enjoying our life journey together with love and respect to each other and to all the people who we exchange body fluid with. Who do the others think they are? Lol, want to join us? Maybe just watch? Lol!
As predicted, he tried to chat (groom) with me online. I have absolutely not even one minute or an inch of patience for you, maaan. Please save it for other wives still trapped in their picture-perfect marriages. I mean, the patriarchal society is the ultimate culprit for the unlimited amount of unhappiness. Still, some women are genuinely free and hard-boned, like me, who dare to exist and live however we want, out of your imagination, obviously. So, ya, there's no point in trying to match up to people like me.
The woman this Indian guy arranged for Thursday afternoon is a white woman in her late 50s. She has been married to a black woman for over 20 years, but started exploring recently. Before marriage, she had had sex with men; she is more bisexual than a lesbian. Raj loves older women, so it will work out just fine. She met this Indian one and a half months ago, and they have been playing together, just the two of them. This would be the first time she has ever been with more than one person in bed.
We were 15-20 minutes late because of the kids' classes. The time all four of us had was Thursday afternoon from 3ish to 6ish. For us, it's actually from 4:30 to 7:30. We arrived at around 4:20. The woman seemed very nice, open-minded, chill, and attractive in the sense of a very well-maintained figure. Turned out she swims 4-5 times a week.
I'm always the most relaxed and chilled, and if you start hearing me bragging about the guys I have been with, you would know that I don't like you that much, or I don't really care about your opinions at all, if you are a man. Well, that's about most men I met, with minimal exceptions. Ya, I started bragging about the guys I have, the young ones. "Ya, 22, 26, 20. Yup, the youngest is 20. Well, what can I say? I like the young ones, they won't stop, hahahah!" "But her best are the mid-30s." Raj added. "Ya, exactly, my best are mid-30s. Because they are mature enough and most of the time better maintained, because they are financially better off! My friends have been telling me that I'm doing a great service in raising the younger generations hahahha!"
Hence, the mood was made. Raj went ahead smoothly. She hasn't had a penetrational style of sex for more than 20 years; she couldn't take that much, but it was okay for a while. But this guy, lol, this guy couldn't. He said it was because of my spotting (IUD). Well, whatever you say. I was like, "Yaa, of course, no worries! Although none of my guys mind this, sometimes they make a crime scene out of it, lol." I was delighted he couldn't, because his thing for me was almost nonexistent, plus I was merely sucking it up so my husband would be happy and would support my other endeavors. During our first in-person vibe check, he showed us a photo, bragging about his thing. In my mind, I was like, "Dude, do you know how many thousands of them I have seen before? I used to receive hundreds per day. And they don't mean nothing! Unless you say it out loud, the length, etc, sending me a photo means absolutely nothing. Anybody with a 3 could take a photo like that." Then he stayed no more than 1-1.5 without being hard the whole time. I was like, "Wow, this is what it's like to be in that category. I am entirely unfamiliar with this! All I have seen, for my whole life, before this adventure, is a giant. And now, I have only seen more in this adventure, but not less. The guys who matched up to my husband's, they called themselves bulls, well-endowed, hung. The guys I happened to keep are all in this category. But you know what, it's not about the size, it's never about the size, but about your dad's hotel, your new BMW, your heritage from your dad, and your eye-talk. On the contrary, men really don't care about women's sizes, because there are so many places in our bodies that they can get in, and their minds are laser-focused on getting in. But until the day you see men systemically discriminated and wholeheartedly humiliated because of their things, exactly like how women are bullied and humiliated because of our bodies, we are still very much living in a patriarchy. In a society that is not patriarchal, men with insignificant things would be deselected over time and naturally die out, all men standing today would have ginormous possessions. But you will be just fine, dude, with your dad's hotel, your new BMW, your Y chromosome in DNA, you will be just fine, getting whoever you want and waving your thing on the faces of whoever you want, with sexy eyes."
Raj took a long shower because of the smell this guy's body produced. I don't think Raj could take it many more times. He said, "You know, in my family, we don't have this gene; it's widespread in India, for sure, but luckily not among our family." I was like, "Oh sure... I'm not sure if I could take it; maybe love would conquer everything?! lol..." He was like, "And you know what, in my family, we also have huge ones, it's in the genes. I've seen all my cousins in the village; everybody has a giant!" "Oh, really? Hmmm..." I just couldn't stop laughing in the car, seeing a frustrated but proud Raj.
Will there be a next time with this guy and one of his women? Only Raj will decide, lol!
How I looked in a hotel with Raj.
People must have thought this guy got a hot young one from somewhere,
behind his wife's back.
People must have wondered how much I charged for head vs full service.
People always overthink and miss the point,
and I always enjoy their wild imaginations, lol!
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