Again, was on my favorite dating website POF and was mass messaging and sometimes I venture outside my mile range (100mi) if I think she's worth it. Well this one definitely seemed worth it. Sexy and classy! So we exchanged numbers, texted and talked on the phone for a week and I was suppose to go see her the upcoming weekend. How far away was she exactly? 315 miles to be exact!
I certainly was not driving that far without a backup plan, even multiples. The plan was to go see this girl, her name was Maggie, and to spend the weekend with her, if all didn't go as planned and I just wasn't interested enough there was a golf tournament 142 miles away in a neighboring state that I was interested in making.
So I get off work on Thursday, head down and I arrive about midnight if not a little later. We meet, everything's going good. She looks really hot by the way. Our personality click, no awkwardness. So we hang out for a few and I am exhausted for driving the past 5 hours so we go to bed. I roll over on top of it and just start wearing it out. It's good.
Next day I wake up and I'm just like why did I do this, this isn't really what I want to be doing and I sure as hell don't want to spend the entire weekend with her. As I lay there pondering the exit strategy she is super excited that we're spending the entire day together. I shower and get ready. I throw my belt over the shower curtain while I'm changing pants. My exit is "I forgot deodorant and I'm running to Wal-Mart to get some, be back shortly, oh wait, what's this, you want to go? No, I'll be right back, you finish getting ready for lunch".
I get in the car, I'm golden. Sayonara! I head to my golf tournament in the next state but along the way 30 minute's from Maggie's house I am having lunch with a girl who I know from my home town who moved here and who I haven't seen in about 5 years. I always joked about I was going to come see her and without any notice or planning I text her out of the blue and ask if she wants to get lunch. She's free and game. I head on over to her house to pick her up. Now, let me give you a little background on Chrissie. I haven't seen her in over 5 years. She really use to have a thing for me, but lets face it. She was fat and pale and I don't mean a few extra pounds. Since she's moved she's lost a lot of weight and really made something of herself. She gave me head in the back of her parents mini van one night before she moved. Since we recently became friends on Facebook I have been wanting to get that for sometime now, or at least see her and see how much she's changed. So let me tell you, when she opened that door I was astounded on how good she looked. I was laying on her bed while she finished getting ready for lunch. I couldn't help myself, I wanted her. I told her to come in here and talk to me for a few. She layed beside me and before you know it we were kissing and one thing led to another. After a few minutes of foreplay it was on. Damn it was good. Not sure if the sex was that good or if it was just seeing and finally being with her after all these years later. Finally we head to lunch, Chili's. Before we leave the restaurant I go to the bathroom. I go to undo my belt and what do you know. Are you serious? It's not there. I quickly remembered the last place I left it and I couldn't believe it. On top of Maggie's shower! Should I not forget to mention after about the first 20 minutes since I left her house she was calling and texting. I had over 10 missed calls, 30 text messages, 3 voice mails asking if I was alright and where was I, finally I think she got the picture and just asked why I did this. Well, I didn't answer any of them and I put the phone on silent after the 3rd call. Anyways, as I stand there in the bathroom stall I ask myself do I go back for it or do I just cut my losses? You may ask what's so special about this belt? It's a belt I've had for almost 8 years, made by a very expensive clothing company, over $100, and it had my last name engraved in the back of it. Going back for it meant going back in the opposite direction, but that was the least thing I was worried about. This almost meant facing the devil herself. I had to go back for it. I couldn't leave it. I drop Chrissie off at her apartment and turn around and head back to Maggie's.
I'm thinking of what I'm going to say and where I've been for the past 2 1/2 hours. I call her up and I tell her I'm sorry. I told her I've just been driving around town thinking if this is really what I want. She actually believed that and agreed to let me come back over. I get to her house finally and I'm wondering what she's going to say. First off she is hysterically upset, crying, you name it. I apologize and tell her I just had to think about what I was doing. So we make up. Have sex again. I'm in the bathroom cleaning up and grab the belt and go back to lay down and I'm thinking once more, how am I going to get out of here? I can't waste anymore time I need to get on the road. I just come out and say it. I don't think this is what I want and I think it'd be best if I left. I have never said those words before. I can tell she's upset. I give her a huge, tell her I'm sorry and leave.
On the road again. Get to my hotel, check in Friday evening around 7pm, grab some food. While I'm in my hotel I try to scour up some local tail on POF, no luck. Called it a night around 10pm. Get up at 6am Saturday, head to my tournament and do quite well actually, but enough of the boring stuff.
It's about 5pm in the afternoon and I am contemplating my next move. Head back home, 333 miles away, get a hotel and find something fun to get into. Well, I went with plan C. I called up a girl I know, which I also met off POF a year or so earlier who I still keep in touch with who's 238 miles away in the direction to my house. Why not kill 2 birds with one stone? Pussy and a place to stay for the night. I finally arrive at her house about 9:30pm, 10 o' clock. Traffic was horrible. I'm pooped. We catch up for a bit, go to bed, as you already know...
I do the deed!
Maggie has now moved only an hour away from me to attend college. We text every now and then. She often text or calls when she is drunk asking me to come down. To this day I have not seen her again. I guess one time was enough for me.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
How did I become Mr. 500
Who I am
I'm 26 and have been with over 500 women.
I plan to keep my identity anonymous, for obvious reasons.
I know a lot of people probably say, "Right, I've been with 500 too!" You may ask How did you obtain this many women and how do you know the exact number? Please, read on.
My answer is confidence and the Internet. I've always kept a list, well, it was a list now it's an Excel spread sheet.
This all started around the time when Myspace was at it's peak in social networking and chat rooms were still alive. It wasn't until Facebook came along and was the game changer, but I will go more into all that later.
I discovered with sending a few messages how easy it was to get girls' numbers and after a few text how easy it was to persuade them into letting you come over to "hang out". Most girls aren't just going to spread for you so it takes confidence and a bit of seductiveness. I downloaded a Myspace bot where you simply type your zip code, age & mile range and bingo. It was that easy. All you had to do was look at their picture icon, click it if you thought you may be interested then it would add their user ID to a message box. All that was left was to whip up one good detailed copy & paste message and hit send!
The Game Changer
It all started back in 2004 or so. Now it's 2012 and Myspace is no longer and nothing but spam bots in chat rooms. I remember when I could sit on line in a regional state chat room and pick up a woman within a few hours. With Facebook now you can't even send more than a few messages without getting temporarily blocked for a few days. I now use the most popular dating website Plentyoffish.com . While it still isn't that much harder to pick up women it just isn't the same as it use to be, not to me at least.
You may think, what a loser, he has to use the Internet to get women! Be that as you may but you have to get with the times and this is currently the way to do it.
Now, don't get me wrong. I have no problem going out and picking up women, meeting them out, at a club, even Wal Mart, the car wash, gas pump or jogging! It's just much easier on line. Also, in the town I live in isn't very big and not a huge selection of women I don't already know. I usually hang out in the surrounding cities.
You also may be wondering who's this guy think he is going around calling himself Mr. 500! Well, I don't. I am actually not as proud of sleeping with over 500 women as you may think and I just came up with the name Mr. 500 tonight. I recently saw the movie "I hope they serve beer in hell" based on the best selling book and thought my life was a lot like that but more entertaining. I won't post any fictional stories. If you have any questions please ask and keep checking back as I will add more stories weekly.
Enjoy.
I'm 26 and have been with over 500 women.
I plan to keep my identity anonymous, for obvious reasons.
I know a lot of people probably say, "Right, I've been with 500 too!" You may ask How did you obtain this many women and how do you know the exact number? Please, read on.
My answer is confidence and the Internet. I've always kept a list, well, it was a list now it's an Excel spread sheet.
This all started around the time when Myspace was at it's peak in social networking and chat rooms were still alive. It wasn't until Facebook came along and was the game changer, but I will go more into all that later.
I discovered with sending a few messages how easy it was to get girls' numbers and after a few text how easy it was to persuade them into letting you come over to "hang out". Most girls aren't just going to spread for you so it takes confidence and a bit of seductiveness. I downloaded a Myspace bot where you simply type your zip code, age & mile range and bingo. It was that easy. All you had to do was look at their picture icon, click it if you thought you may be interested then it would add their user ID to a message box. All that was left was to whip up one good detailed copy & paste message and hit send!
The Game Changer
It all started back in 2004 or so. Now it's 2012 and Myspace is no longer and nothing but spam bots in chat rooms. I remember when I could sit on line in a regional state chat room and pick up a woman within a few hours. With Facebook now you can't even send more than a few messages without getting temporarily blocked for a few days. I now use the most popular dating website Plentyoffish.com . While it still isn't that much harder to pick up women it just isn't the same as it use to be, not to me at least.
You may think, what a loser, he has to use the Internet to get women! Be that as you may but you have to get with the times and this is currently the way to do it.
Now, don't get me wrong. I have no problem going out and picking up women, meeting them out, at a club, even Wal Mart, the car wash, gas pump or jogging! It's just much easier on line. Also, in the town I live in isn't very big and not a huge selection of women I don't already know. I usually hang out in the surrounding cities.
You also may be wondering who's this guy think he is going around calling himself Mr. 500! Well, I don't. I am actually not as proud of sleeping with over 500 women as you may think and I just came up with the name Mr. 500 tonight. I recently saw the movie "I hope they serve beer in hell" based on the best selling book and thought my life was a lot like that but more entertaining. I won't post any fictional stories. If you have any questions please ask and keep checking back as I will add more stories weekly.
Enjoy.
She was how old?
So it twas the night of Christmas. My cock was hard, panties were wet, but where oh where was a woman willing to meet! With one click of a mouse I was on my favorite dating website searching Saint Nick's naughty list.
I came across one that didn't look like she required much work. Age said 54. She doesn't look bad at all for her age, and she's a Realtor, which means classy! I message her and it goes as follows...
Me: I see you feel young, do you like younger men?
Her: your very cute, buy im not a cougar, but thanks
Me: That black bra in your pic is so hot. You may not be a courgar, but damn
( In this message I also include a picture that I will reference more on here as "The Pic" )
Her: :)
Me: Just think... wrap a bow around my shaft and untie it with your teeth...
Her: sounds very nice..wish you were here now..and i might take advantage of that..but your not so i wont but thanks for the nice pic
Please excuse my lack of romance. I am looking for a fuck.
After her last message I knew it was on, just a matter of time, and all it was going to take was some persuasion.
We go back and forth messaging about 30 minutes or so and I can tell with each message I am getting closer and closer to her saying yes. Finally I told her I was throbbing and simply said "I'm throbbing, Address?" Her next message was her address and number. So I leave and proceed to head on up. She lives about 45 minutes away and by this time it's about 10:45pm. She tells me her birthday is tomorrow and she will be 55. We discuss a few more details on the phone and I tell her to be waiting in some lingerie for me. She agrees. The anticipation builds as I am mere minutes from her house. I pull in and see the Realtor tag on her vehicle so I know I must be at the right place, her pleasure palace awaits.
I knock. A few seconds later she answers and she's wearing this black lingerie outfit and looks stunning. Great body, good tan, not your average grandmother. I wrap my arms around her waist and tell her "Damn she looks good." She has definitely set the mood with perfect lighting and candles. I know I am moments away from erotic ecstasy. I slide my pants down and sit on her couch, she gets on her knees and goes to town. She says she loves to suck big dick and by the way she's sucking it I can tell she's got plenty of experience. I ask her if she's going to tell her girlfriends that were coming over in the morning to take her to lunch about her present. She said "Yes". I asked "Do you want to take a pic to show them what you got?" She said "We can." I get her phone and take one of the massive cock she was about to take with hopes of making all of her girlfriends moist when she shows them if only for a moment...
She gets on top and we go at it right there on the couch for a few. I said "Lets take it to your bed." I bend her over on here bed and I am just wearing it out. The pussy is quite good. I ask her "Where do you want it?" meaning where does she want my load when I finish. She replies "You pick." I then get curious and wonder if she takes it in the ass. Hell I doubt it. I am probably too big and lets face it, she's 54! I ask her and to my surprise she says "Yes, love it! But you're going to have to go slow." I start very slowly working my cock into her ass. After a few minutes it's working it's way in quite well. I tell her I'm going to finish in her ass. I pound the shit out of it, no pun intended! For some reason I start to go limp and just can't seem to get off. I lay down and tell her to turn around on it, she does. All of a sudden I feel a second hardness and I quickly get close. I tell her "Don't stop!" She's slowing riding it backwards in her asshole, all the way out, all the way in. I am mere moments away from explosion...
We finish. I clean up. Talk briefly then I start to head back. I text her the next day asking if she had a good birthday. I could surely see her again but then I ask myself, "What's the point?" Maybe someday, someday when I am in the area, needing a place to crash one night, or just straight hard up for some tail!
I came across one that didn't look like she required much work. Age said 54. She doesn't look bad at all for her age, and she's a Realtor, which means classy! I message her and it goes as follows...
Me: I see you feel young, do you like younger men?
Her: your very cute, buy im not a cougar, but thanks
Me: That black bra in your pic is so hot. You may not be a courgar, but damn
( In this message I also include a picture that I will reference more on here as "The Pic" )
Her: :)
Me: Just think... wrap a bow around my shaft and untie it with your teeth...
Her: sounds very nice..wish you were here now..and i might take advantage of that..but your not so i wont but thanks for the nice pic
Please excuse my lack of romance. I am looking for a fuck.
After her last message I knew it was on, just a matter of time, and all it was going to take was some persuasion.
We go back and forth messaging about 30 minutes or so and I can tell with each message I am getting closer and closer to her saying yes. Finally I told her I was throbbing and simply said "I'm throbbing, Address?" Her next message was her address and number. So I leave and proceed to head on up. She lives about 45 minutes away and by this time it's about 10:45pm. She tells me her birthday is tomorrow and she will be 55. We discuss a few more details on the phone and I tell her to be waiting in some lingerie for me. She agrees. The anticipation builds as I am mere minutes from her house. I pull in and see the Realtor tag on her vehicle so I know I must be at the right place, her pleasure palace awaits.
I knock. A few seconds later she answers and she's wearing this black lingerie outfit and looks stunning. Great body, good tan, not your average grandmother. I wrap my arms around her waist and tell her "Damn she looks good." She has definitely set the mood with perfect lighting and candles. I know I am moments away from erotic ecstasy. I slide my pants down and sit on her couch, she gets on her knees and goes to town. She says she loves to suck big dick and by the way she's sucking it I can tell she's got plenty of experience. I ask her if she's going to tell her girlfriends that were coming over in the morning to take her to lunch about her present. She said "Yes". I asked "Do you want to take a pic to show them what you got?" She said "We can." I get her phone and take one of the massive cock she was about to take with hopes of making all of her girlfriends moist when she shows them if only for a moment...
She gets on top and we go at it right there on the couch for a few. I said "Lets take it to your bed." I bend her over on here bed and I am just wearing it out. The pussy is quite good. I ask her "Where do you want it?" meaning where does she want my load when I finish. She replies "You pick." I then get curious and wonder if she takes it in the ass. Hell I doubt it. I am probably too big and lets face it, she's 54! I ask her and to my surprise she says "Yes, love it! But you're going to have to go slow." I start very slowly working my cock into her ass. After a few minutes it's working it's way in quite well. I tell her I'm going to finish in her ass. I pound the shit out of it, no pun intended! For some reason I start to go limp and just can't seem to get off. I lay down and tell her to turn around on it, she does. All of a sudden I feel a second hardness and I quickly get close. I tell her "Don't stop!" She's slowing riding it backwards in her asshole, all the way out, all the way in. I am mere moments away from explosion...
We finish. I clean up. Talk briefly then I start to head back. I text her the next day asking if she had a good birthday. I could surely see her again but then I ask myself, "What's the point?" Maybe someday, someday when I am in the area, needing a place to crash one night, or just straight hard up for some tail!
Kayla H.
Well I first contacted her on a Thursday in late July, early August off the dating website POF. I almost had talked my into coming up later that evening but she backed out and we made plans for Friday. I planned to take her to my favorite club, have some drinks, and hopefully the night would work itself out the way I wanted it too.
I got to her house around 8pm or so. When she first opened the door she was looking very sexy! Since it was early we just hung out for a couple hours talking, playing video games, and just feeling each other out. She was new in town and just moved here literally 2 weeks ago so I wanted to show her a good time. So we get to the club and we're having fun, she seems to be digging me. So I try to get her to start dancing and she's just not into it, however this doesn't stop me from trying! I am all over here but it's kinda awkward because shes kinda just standing there. I'm thinking she just needs more drinks to loosen up but I shortly find out this isn't the case. So after I find out she's just not that into me I'm thinking it's time to go so I can see what's up and if she's not DTF I can try to salvage my night. On the ride back to her place it's kinda awkward since I abruptly wanted to leave. She lives in the suburbs of the city so it's about a 25 minute drive and during this time I'm trying to feel out how good my chances are of staying over since I have little over an hours drive back to where I live, not to mention the fact I have work in the morning at 7am.
So we get back to her place and I convince her to let me stay over, however the catch is I have to sleep on the couch! I'm thinking "ok, no big deal. I've heard this plenty of times before :) ". I tell her I'm in here if she needs anything or wants to cuddle. She's totally not into it at all and goes to bed. I'm laying there on her couch scheming of how I'm going to work my way into her bed, while all this time I am on my phone receiving text from other girls I know in the area since they saw my check in on Facebook. I am steadily lining up a backup plan so if all falls through with Kayla a piece of tail is only a text away! Laying there on the couch looking up at the ceiling and I'm like fuck it. I'm going to go in there and lay it all down for her and tell her how it is. I proceed to her bedroom and I'm like "Kayla, let me sleep in here and just cuddle, I'll behave, promise!" She says "No, go back in there", I then say "Do you know how many girls are texting me right now that I could go over to their house if that's what I wanted". Yes, I actually said that. She said "Go over to one of their houses then". I said "No, I don't want to leave you, I just want to cuddle!" Finally she gives in and says "Ok, but you have to stay on that side of the bed". Fine by me. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was rubbing her backside with my crotch.
So after about 10 minutes of laying there I scoot over beside her and put my arm around here. She says "Get back on your side!", I try a few more different things and same reaction. I'm thinking damn she might not give in. By this time it's around 2am in the morning, my alarm clock is set for 5am to leave to head back so I can be at work on time. I fall asleep. I wake up around 4am or so and she's asleep. I scoot over beside her, I put my arm around her. I can tell she's kinda waking up by me moving but no negative reaction. I scoot close as I can get to her, start grinding her backside. All of a sudden her feel her moving also, closer againest me! I'm thinking no way, finally, it only took all damn night! She starts backing it up on me and I run my hands up her legs to her inner thighs, I pull myself out of my boxers and rub it on her, she wants it, I put it in her from behind as we lay spooning. I then proceed to get on top and pound away, she wraps her legs around me. I fill every bit of her up with me, she's a very petite girl. Soon as we finish it's 5am and my clock goes off. Time to go.
On the way home I think damn that was a fun night and hope to see her again. We've only texted since.
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