Desi Fever Yaar…

Spot: Spice Market
Chic: 28/Indian
Body type: Phenomenal
Occupation: Doctor

Anyone who knows me can say I am a sucker for a tanned chic with long black flowing hair, and usually Indian women fit this bill.

The night started off at Spice Market in the Gold Diggers District for a buddy’s birthday dinner.  As tradition dictated, if it were during the week it was to be a dinner celebration just for the guys. Or so we thought…

Not your parents Bollywood.

After making our way downstairs with mojito’s in hand, our rather stunning hostess sat us down next to a gaggle of women who had the “librarian” look. You know, demure, innocent quiet looking. And like most, if not all women that possess the librarian look we expected them to be well vigorous to say the least.

Side note: the chics were Italian, Greek, Brazilian, Lebanese, Indian and Brazilian.

Side note 2: this is why these guys are my friends. Without a single word we started moving our table to join their’s.

Startled, surprised and blood rushing to their cheeks, one of then mustered the courage to ask what we were doing.

Goose, stepping up to the plate simply replied, “well you ladies look bit bored, we thought we would make your evening memorable, or at least try to.”

Side note 3: I believe women are in desperate need of real men and are bored with the sniveling effeminate pseudo male specimens (hipsters included) walking the streets of New York.

Without another word, my friends and I took our seats and started engaging in conversation with the women. Surprisingly, they actually had opinions and what not. Turns out they were all second year residents at Cornell on 68th and Yorke.

Perking up we make it know who was after which chic. After all its not everyday you find a woman much less 6 women that have the ability to possibly mount a challenge.

Thinking that Indian is next on my list I engage Neha (not her real name) in conversation about her chosen profession, after all I was pre-med at one point. Plus how hard can it be to insert scalpel and cut LOL.

After an hour and a half or so of what turned out to be great conversation and decent food, it came out that these ladies were all off tomorrow and looking to have a good time. Now a good time doesn’t necessarily mean sex, but tonight we were going to steer it that way.

We opted to stay there for a couple more drinks as opposed to going somewhere else and possibly loosing a chic or 2 and hence killing anyone else’s shot at some ass.

While talking to Neha she told me she always wanted to smoke hookah. Low and behold I told her that I had one back at my place and invited her to come with saying that I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do. Good thing I can be very convincing….

We get back to my place, while Im packing the hookah she is walking around giving herself a tour, peering into my closets, bathroom and of course taking a peak at my bedroom. I put Grey’s Anatomy on (I just had to) the TV and we started smoking hookah and drinking some wine.

Here is the moment I knew she was mine. She inhaled some of the smoke and came within a millimeter of my lips and started blowing the smoke onto me. Waiting for her to finish, i reached behind her head and pulled her in for what would be the first kiss of many. Dropping the hose of the hookah she moves over and starts straddling me. running her hands through my hair then taking my shirt off.

I’m laying on top of her, foreplay is great, she tasted even better when I went down on her (obviously she passed the smell test). Deciding it was more primal, I picked her up and started fucking her up against the wall, her moaning made me want her more, the depth of her breathing sending me deeper inside with each stroke. She started reaching around when I felt her nails sink into me, rought with unadulterated passion I started slamming her into the wall every time she dug in.

Eventually after we took each other to multiple orgasms she gets up and makes her way to my bedroom with a come hither look and the smile of the devil I had seen so many times before on my face.

This librarian wasn’t done with me. We ended up fucking for the better part of the night, by my last count we had sex in at least 15 positions in the bedroom.

After sleeping for about 2 hours I woke up at about 6 A.M. to what I would consider an A class blowjob.

Me being me I reached into my night table for a condom picked her up and took her to the shower.

We ended up in bed again till she had to leave at 10 A.M.

As she was getting dressed she looked over and asked, if I wanted her number or was this just a one night stand for me.

Pleasantly surprised I didn’t get the “I don’t usually do these things” line, I pulled her back in bed for a couple more hours of fun.

Turns out she may stick around as a fuck buddy, because in her words, she didn’t have the time or need for a relationship.

Finally a woman that speaks my language!

Lesson learned, never judge a book by its cover or it’s first read…

CUM Bucket…

Cum – thick white fluid containing spermatoza that is ejaculated by the male genital tract

Bucket – typically a cylindrical vessel for catching, holding, or carrying liquids or solids

CUM Bucket – my date from last night.

Its about 1 p.m. on Tuesday and I am stressing because, I mistakenly scheduled 5 Match dates for last night.
Date 1; The Jewish chic
Date 2; The Cuban chic
Date 3; The Indian chic
Date 4; The Armenian chic
Date 5; The Spaniard

Scrambling for ways to make this work, I bite the bullet and decide I have to clip one off and reschedule her for dinner another night as opposed to drinks last night. The Jewish chic is the first to bite the bullet. So perhaps I’ll blog her over the weekend. At least I know she will swallow.
Next is the Spaniard, had to text her saying I was working late, worst case scenario i text her every couple hours saying I was still working.
2 down, 3 to go. Now I figured if I choose 2 different bars across the street from each other I can stagger my dates and give each chic an hour. On my way out the door the Cuban calls and said “something came up” happily I said OK (she prob blew me off for some douche). Now left with 2 chics, I begin to get in the mood for the night allocating say 2 hours a piece.
First I head to Brooklyn to pick up the Armenian, waiting on the corner of her street and like a true hooker she she hops into the car as if I were a John at Hunts Pointe coming for a blow job. Finally we get back to the city, a few martinis in and Im bored, this chic couldn’t keep my interest if she paid me, so I tell her that my buddy is having a problem and I had to go help him out leaving her to work the corner.
Walked up a couple of blocks and I meet the Indian, surprisingly she was pretty hot, got along great, decided maybe she has potential to date, so lets be honest you don’t wanna hear about me wanting to date some chic. Ended up staying with her for 5 hours.
Now properly drunk and horny I decided to text the Armenian, figured she would be up for a shag, and guess what I was right. Ended up meeting her at Marquee, god I felt old. She comes out with some Russian chic and we go back to her place in BK, I’m fucking her in every hole and she is a a screamer.
Side note: She is 26 years old, in Law School and lets just say I doubt you would want her to represent you.
I’m about ready to blow my load when I decided I hadn’t given a pearl necklace in a while so I pulled out, flipped her over and as I took off the condom I came all over her.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS PRETTY FUCKING DISGUSTING.
She looks at me smiling, rolls onto her stomach, does a wiggle and dries/cleans herself off with her sheets and turns to me and says let go to bed.
Are you fucking kidding me, you just rubbed my cum all over your bed and expect me to sleep in it. FUCK NO! How many other guys jizz is probably smeared throughout her sheets.
I got up, threw my clothes on and hunted a few blocks to find a cab back home.