Dirty words…

One of the main reasons I moved the blog to WordPress is because they provide better tools for blogging, which in turn translates to a stiffer, leaner blog to you.

An interesting feature is they tell you what people search for on google/yahoo etc. to link to “MiD”

Here are a few terms I saw;
casualdater blog
“indian girl” sex or fuck or orgasm -por
casualdater.net
stories cougars fucking

It is my pleasure to see that Carlin’s “Seven Dirty Words” are still alive and well;
* Shit
* Piss
* Fuck
* Cunt
* Cocksucker
* Motherfucker
* Tits

Shady’s back, tell a friend…

Spot: Restaurant/Bar
Chic: 32/Italian
Occupation: ???
Body type: Fit

Night starts off with me sitting at the bar, sucking down a Goose and Club, when my phone starts vibrating. Its her, she just BBM’d me asking if I were there. She walks in with the grace and poise usually not associated with a Match girl. We exchange the usual pleasantries and do the obligatory kiss on the cheek. Decide that a woman like this deserves a booth as opposed to an uncomfortable bar stool. We make our way to a nice dimly lit corner booth. She orders a Belvedere and tonic, OK she has taste. Over the next 45 mins or so we are flirting with each other, sexual innuendo is littered throughout the conversation and the light brushes of our hands on each others bodies begin.

Thinking she was a classy dame I thought maybe I should slow play this one and use the takeaway close. With my hand running the curves of her thighs I gently squeeze and say its getting late and I have an early day tomorrow, would you like me to get you a cab? Shocked she decided to parry my passe’ and says ” You can’t be tired, it’s not even 9 o’clock!” Bit desperate, but I ignored it.

Here was my in, so to speak. Nonchalantly I offered her the opportunity to come back to my place and keep the evening going over a bottle of wine (which reminds me, I need to stock up). Without hesitation she agrees. I ask the waiter for the check.

Side note: If you like the chic, pay with plastic. If you want to nail the bitch to the headboard, pay with cash and don’t be a douche. 20% if the service was good, more if the waitress is hot. Get a fucking money clip. No one keeps cash in their wallets anymore!

We make our way to my place. Now you can tell a lot by a woman’s breeding on how she walks on the street, i.e. if she walks on the side with the cars or that of the buildings. This one knew to stay on the side of the buildings.

We take a look at the bottles of wine on the rack and she goes for the Silver Oak, great a $75 bottle of wine for a chic I don’t know if I like. I break out the rabbit (wine opener you pervert) and pour two glasses. Whilst pouring I feel her creeping up behind me and running her hands up and down my torso, gently sliding her fingertips into my pants.

Great we are gonna fuck and I just uncorked a great bottle of fucking mother cunt wine!

Slightly pissed off, I turn around, pick her up and slam her against my fridge and start making out with her. In moments we were stark naked fucking on the counter tops, the couch, the floor and an old favorite, the stairs (thank you Thomas fucking Crown). By the end of it I probably painted her entire body.

There is something to be said of the older woman, they are vigorous to say the least and they know how they like it and let you know without saying a word. After a couple hours or foreplay and fucking we decided to call it a night and go to bed.

But she was insatiable, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I can’t even begin to tell you the last time I had great sex, much less went more than 3 or 4 times in one night.

FUCKING AMAZING!

6 A.M. my alarm goes off and its time to ditch the bitch shower and hit the gym. She is getting dressed, I’m thinking OK, Yes I fucked her the first night a met her (whore), but the sex was great, she is hot, geographically desirable and she hasn’t done the kiss of death. So I throw her a bone and offer her a toothbrush. Make her a cup of coffee, in a to go cup and I escort her downstairs to get her a cab.

Here it is ladies and gentlemen,

Chic: Thank you for drinks and I had an amazing time last night.
Me: I know, as did I.
Chic: Before I go, I just want you to know that I don’t usually do these things.
Me: (About to cry because she just became a cliche) What meet guy online or fuck him within an hour of meeting?
Chic: (Puzzled look on her face) What?
Me: You just fucked up any other chance of me seeing you again, now piss the fuck off you stupid cunt

She starts yapping away, Blah, blah, fuckin blah… Put her into the cab close the door and hit the gym.

Moral of the story;

THEY DON’T FUCKING MAKE THEM LIKE THEY USED TO!!!!!

Target Identified, going in for the kill! (GOD BLESS NEW FUCKIN’ JERSEY!!!!)

Spot: Office building
Chic: Age unknown/Italian
Body type: Fit
Occupation: Unknown

********Update to post. After a few friends convinced me of possible legal action resulting in the posting of these pics, I decided to not punish any of you by taking them down, but rather blot out her face. ******

First off this post is going to be short, actually busy at work.
So I get to work early today, walking through the hallways to get to our offices when I see this little guidette.

Tanned, petite, fit, dark hair and an ass you could fuck all night long.

What is a guy to do? Ask her if she wants to get pizza and fuck? Nah, way too early in the day and I am not drinking. I do what i think any “gentleman” would do, start talking to her. Its amazing, how easy they are when they actually think you are listening to them.

After a few minutes of mindless convo I ask her out to lunch at this Thai restaurant next door (literally a Tao knock off) and she agrees.

Its now about 9:34 AM and we are chatting on aim, this girl (only 19 years old, hey she is legal) is a skank, take a look at some of the pictures she sent me.

Judging by the pictures I think I’ll be getting some afternoon delight! And maybe, just maybe I’ll take my own pictures of her and post em up on here, if I get her naked. Thank you Blackberry for putting cameras in the phones.

Stay tuned.
Oh and by the way, like every Italian girl, her name is Christina.