Mirror, Mirror On The Wall-Who’s The Dirtiest One Of All?

It was late at night, I already ran out of coke and my friends were planning on getting some more and go to another friends place to keep on partying but I decided to stay.
Went to my favorite bar in downtown Tijuana, the bar that never closes, and ordered some 40’s of Tecate Roja with a friend that I thought was going to be alone, not accompanied with her boring ex-boyfriend. So, ofcourse, I was the only one getting drunk, whoopy…
Then, finally, things got interesting when this guy comes in and joins the opposite end of the table. Hubba! Hubba! I see him, and notice him looking back at me as well.

I knew it. I wanted him. I was going to have him. #feelingdetermined

We both knew who we were but he has, or was, been in the longest ass relationship ever with a girl that has the bitch face resting syndrome (she’s actually very pretty and has huge tits), but Ms. Steal Your Man saw him without his bodyguard and only with male friends that looked that were ready to have a great time, and so was I.
Like about a 40 oz later, he and his crew got a booth and about half an hour after, the booth right next to his was free with my name written all over it.
My friend, my very fun friend, decided to leave with her ex, even when I clearly stayed and passed on good blow because she wanted to have a “drunken” night #myballs. So before she left, I asked her if she could quickly ask for his name and introduce me to him, but she got “nervous” #goddamn. **Ps. That’s the easiest way to meet someone when a couple of drinks are in your system, but she couldn’t even do that …**

A friend that we, the guy and I, have in common sat with me and we were just remembering the good ol’ days. I asked him what was up with his buddy and ‘assured’ me that he was still dating his girl, but I decided not to believe in that. Trust me, I wasn’t the only one after him. Before I made my move, I saw how two girls failed. The second girl didn’t take the hint and was just annoying the fuck out of him, so I decided to play hero and save him #ifyouknowhwatImean. That’s when I just turned around and made a “come over” sign with my hand, and he did. That was it (Thank god for my psychology classes and body language reading abilities).
He sat on my left side and our buddy was on my right. While we were laughing and ordering more drinks, he was touching my leg up and down and squeezing my ass. That’s when I thought “Hu, the girl ain’t on the picture anymore eh’?”, because we were right next to his homies, which are his gilfriend’s friends too, so I just went with it.

About an hour later we were leaving that joint, I opened the door and the sun was blinding our eyes, who know’s what time it was.
We arrived, went into my crib and sat in different couches of my living room. I went quickly to my bedroom to get my water pipe and weed. Started lighting it up, offered him some but he declined. I smoked a little more, placed everything aside and locked him down, with my legs ofcourse. Damn, things got hot very quick. He didn’t mind that I was on my period #real #best (Don’t worry, it was my first day, so no murder scene going on).

Not even kidding, we fucked in the couch, we fucked in the dining room against a full sized mirror, also fucked in the kitchen against the refrigerator, fucked in the restroom against that mirror, left him in the shower, went to my other shower to rinse and clean everything and joined him again; we fucked standing up with the water running over us, and also laying down on the tub. We finally took the situation to my bedroom; we fucked standing against my mirror, again, and on my bed. He fucked me so good, as if he hadn’t fucked in years.
That rough, hair pulling, face slapping, ass spanking, name calling, shoulder biting, raw, hella good kind of sex #mykindofsex. Damn, he was good. I came multiple times and so did he. We both passed out, well, he did, I was only able to rest my eyes for like an hour before I had to get up and take care of my babies (pets). He woke up around 7:00 pm, I laid right next to him and asked him for his phone so I could delete all the porn videos that we made earlier that day #lol.
When we were saying our goodbyes he said “We’ll see each other soon, maybe sooner than we think”, in my mind I was like “Fuck yeah, baby”.

Afterwards, I just stayed at home, ate pizza and watched movies. The next morning I had to trace my steps and clean up the whole house. Our hand prints were on all the mirrors throughout the place (If you’ve ever been, you’ve seen how many I have…plenty!) It was like going back to memory lane, remembering what happened in every mirror that we stopped (fucked) by. If only mirrors could speak.

Hit and Quit

There are definitely situations where you just have to apply the “hit and quit” motto. Something that I should’ve kept letting be.

I was swiping, mostly left, on Tinder when I bumped into an old lover of mine. We met in Tecate, BC in a music/bike event about three years ago. I thought he was cute as fuck, even with his both upper front teeth chipped. We started chatting and made plans to go see Afroman play at The Holding Company (cool joint, nice hippies). I got there, and he was accompanied with two friends on the front patio.
I finished my cigarette before going in, passed security and went up to him and gave him a big hug. The last time we saw each other was about three years ago. He looked exactly the same, definitely older, but the same. We had a couple of beers together at the venue, danced and sang away along with Afroman. Joints were being passed out among the crowd, everyone was feeling it and having a great time.
Right after the show, that’s when everything started going down hill; believe me, it became a pretty steep one really darn quick. We started walking towards my car, when he decided to ride his skateboard and do some sharp tuns along the sidewalk. He almost ended up bursting a window from a shop, made a total fool of himself…I was so embarrassed because there were a lot of people out there…I just kept walking.
We got to his place, had some more beers, talked, smoked wax and fucked. I was having a good time, finally,  until after making out, his stomach decided to return everything that he put in…EVERY-FUCKING-THING. I passed out, just let him and his situation alone.
Next morning I woke up early, as usual. Sneaked out of the bed, grabbed my clothes and went to the restroom and changed clothes. Went back to get my vans and, for my surprise, one was way heavier than the other…Yup, just exactly what you’re imagining…it was covered and filled with puke. I don’t know what the fuck he ate the night before, but it looked like a big freaking rotten cake inside. I didn’t know whether to throw them away , clean them or kill him. Ended up going with the second choice and almost puked myself during the process.
Went back to the restroom and rinsed them, shit wouldn’t stop coming out from there. It was so gross! Like, for real, who pukes into a shoe? At this point I don’t even know if he did it on purpose, because he is kind of a weirdo..
After “dealing” with that mess, I grabbed all of my belongings and poked his arm very lightly to say goodbye; didn’t actually want to say goodbye, just thought that way I could say I tried.
As soon as I walked out the door, I ran the fuck out of there! OMG! Dude! Never again!
I immediately contacted my main dick, drove as fast as I could to my currently number one guy. On my way there, I was just thinking how much I regretted meeting up with him. Like, why did I do it, you know? I just shouldn’t have even gotten in contact with him on the first place. Should’ve just let it be.
Lesson learned though, the stinky, disgusting way. If things don’t go right, if for whatever reason you stopped talking to an ex-lover, LEAVE IT THAT WAY! It wasn’t meant to be for you to keep fucking him/her, don’t waste your time. Just avoid it, okay? (Unless you’re really horny) Not even worth it!

Ps. FYI, My vans survived.

Entretien

-So what’s your blog really about?
My blog is about myself, my life, my experiences. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
It’s about the rough patches that I’ve been through, dating, and sex (so far). I will be touching delicate and very personal points in the near future.
But believe it or not, sometimes it’s not that easy to do, you know? Because I have to “relive” everything to be able to write it.

-What is it that you want to show the world? Cause I mean, it’s open to the public.
Believe me, it’s something that I really thought about it through. I know that my topics aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, I know that they’re out there.
I find it very therapeutic to write about the things that I’ve been through, and it has been nice to connect with people that have been through the same. It’s very rewarding when I get to read messages from my readers.

-I see that you touch really personal points, are you afraid of judgement, or any backlashes from the people that you’ve written about?
No, I’m not afraid of judgement. It’s something that people will do whether you do good or wrong. The only person that should be able to judge you, it’s yourself only. Yes, I am just a little bit worried, but I am careful about it. The names that I’ve used aren’t theirs,  I do keep their identity safe.
Another thing that I’m kind of worried about is if I start dating someone, and that person reads my blog,  that it would make him insecure.

-Are your next blog posts are going to be only about sex?
No, not everything is about sex. I will keep writing about it, but it’s not the main point of my blog. It’s funny, since the last blog post that was uploaded, I’ve been receiving messages from guys wanting to hook up. But that’s the thing with me, I like the hunt, I like the story behind it, I like to win my prize.
No, you won’t be on my blog! I’m not gonna write about your cock! Sorry…just wanted to make that clear.

-Do you take any relationship seriously? Have you been in any serious relationships before?
Yeah, when they’re meant to be. I’m not a relationship kind of girl. I don’t like to jump into them because I’m bored or because I feel alone. On the contrary, I like my solitude and freedom a lot.
And yes, I’ve been in two serious relationships, one lasted over two years, and the other one, well, I really thought he was the one but shit happens. You can read  about how that on my first blog posts on my page.

Lemme tell ya’ something, just to leave everything clear, when I’m in a relationship, I give my all. I’m the kind of girl that’ll cook for you everyday, pour you a beer when you get back from work, your ride or die, just have eyes for you and no one else. Now that’s me in a relationship. Me being single? That’s a different story.

-Are you looking to be in a relationship right now?
Looking? No… How sad that would be, looking for love. Ew, no…
If something happens, great. If it doesn’t happen, well, NEXT!. I don’t like pressuring things. I like to go with the flow. Besides, I’m picky as fuck, so there’s that.

-What will happen to your blog once you do so? Will you keep writing?
Yes, I’ll keep writing. I have plenty to write about.

-So, how is your writing process? How is it that you decide which story to write about? In this case, about men.
Mmmm..So the thing about me, isn’t to see how many men I fuck, no. It’s mostly the story behind it. How I got him, the connection that we had spiritually and physically. There has to be excitement, sparks, lust! Those are the stories that I truly find worth sharing with everyone. I don’t mind making fun of myself either, it’s just the way I am, the way I always have been.

-My final question. What is your type of men?
My type? I don’t think I have one. One thing I’ll tell ya’, I’m not a chubby chaser. The only one that can be chubby here is me! I don’t know, I’ve only been attracted to one chubby guy, right now he’s skinny as hell though. But yeah, I think that would be the only thing, I like them from thin to average I guess, but that’s the only thing psychically.
Personality wise, I like them to be assertive, confident, hard working, and adventurous.

 

 

 

I could get addicted to you.

We finally got there, after a very long drive on the saturated freeway. Entered to the back part of the venue where the concert was taking place and headed right to the front on the left side. The lights were bright, and as soon as the two lights that were blinding my eyes moved away, I saw him.  There he ways, rocking away on stage. Didn’t mind him though, knowing that his woman was somewhere on the back or side watching him, and probably trying to see who was eyeballing him. Right after the set ended, I went to the bar next door to get a drink. Caught up with some friends, and headed back to the venue. As soon as I crossed the gate, what a coincidence, he was walking towards my way with his girl on his arm. I did’t look, I just kept doing my thing and kept walking. I danced and sang the whole time the main band was playing. My eyes were closed while I was moving to the rhythm of the music, looked up and saw him across the stage, without her this time. I could just feel him watching me.
The concert ended and the group that I was with and I jumped back to the bar next door and got a couple of more drinks. That’s when he confirmed me that she was gone for the night, when I looked at my phone and saw a missed call from him. I just texted him back “bar next door”, gave him the green light on my side as well. Knew he wanted me to go after him, but this time, I wanted him to go after me. Everyone had their buzz on and were ready to keep partying.
He was planning to go back home, so I left to the hotel with a friend of ours. I didn’t have any expectations for that night, so I wasn’t hoping for him to go party at the hotel. I get off from my friends car, got my purse and started walking towards the room, and there he was again with the rest of the crew. Half a smirk appeared on my face because at that moment I knew that  I won, that we won (again).
Got in the room, placed the beers in the mini-fridge, and threw the bag of coke and weed on the table. Party was set and going, lines were being snorted. We still kept our distance; he was hanging on the other side of the room, then he got up and got his stash out and prepared some lines on another table. I went up to him and started a conversation, he offered me some and I took some. The way that he got me out of that hotel was by telling our friend, the one that got the room,and I if we wanted to keep partying at his place. Got my things and headed out. Lighted up a cigarette, turned around and noticed that it was only going to be the two of us. He called for a cab, we took off and arrived to his apartment. Started smoking out of an apple while he was getting some white lines ready along the coffee table.

It has taken me a while writing this, just keep getting interrupted with those hot, vivid memories. Okay, focus girl, focus.

Music was playing on the background, got comfortable on the sofa, he sat next to me, placed his arm around me as I leaned in.  Ours lips touched and tongues brushed. Heart rates started rising… I turned to face him, he hold my hand and leaded me to get on top of him, locked him down on the couch with my thighs around his. Placed my hands on his shoulders, and began kissing and giving gentle licks on his neck. Started from the bottom and went up to his ear tracing the way with the tip of my tongue. Took his earlobe and sucked it for a little while. Felt his body shiver and his hands moving to my ass. He slipped his hands between my legs and started caressing my pussy. Breaths were getting heavier and clothes were getting off. We took the situation to the bedroom, laid him down and got on top of him again, now I started from his earlobe down to his shoulders, took his shirt off, kept going down while kissing his chest, licking his stomach and lightly biting his hip bones. Looked up and he was looking back, I had his complete attention. Looked back down, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned of his pants, looked back again, and he was still with me, paying close attention to everything I was doing. Unzipped him and went down.
There are two types of guys while they’re getting blown; the ones that look away and/or close their eyes throughout most of the act, and the visual ones, like him. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, it makes me feel sexy. I would look up at him when I was down, see him with his mouth slightly open and just taking everything in, or wait, that was me. There I am, face down and ass up between his legs. I lift my torso, and crawled towards him like a kitty cat while making eye contact. Got back on top of him and we started dry humping, building up anticipation.
Line after line, kiss after kiss, fuck after fuck. That’s how five hours of our night went. It was just like a movie. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of me. You know those kisses where you barely touch your lips? It’s more like an exchanging of breaths? Those I find very passionate, that simple act that makes you feel a strong connection with the person your with, as if you were one.
I tried going to sleep for a little, but he wouldn’t let me. He would start touching my butt and kissing my neck, getting me hornier and hornier.
“How many times can I fuck you before I leave?”
“As many time as you want, baby.”
He knows exactly where to touch me and how to talk to me. He accepts me as I am, as I do to him. He worships my body just as I do his. He loves it when I dance for him, and I do it with pleasure. I’m there to fulfill his dreams and needs, and do it willingly.
He sits down on the edge of his bed while I twerk for him on the carpet floor facing away  while he watches and masturbates. He fucks me there again in a way that I can’t move. He’s the one that makes me moan and wet the most. I love it. I squirm. I cum.
I get up and get on the bed, he places me on the edge so I that I can keep dancing for him. I thought he was standing behind me, but when I looked around, he was on his knees, having the full view of my plumped pussy and asshole. Damn, he loves it, and I love that he does. His arousal turns me on.

Unfortunately we only had one night for each other. I’ve been craving him since I got my foot out of his apartment. My mind has been busy reliving everything that happened that night. Like a porn movie left on replay.
He said that this couldn’t happen anymore because his consciousness started catching up to him, and I respect that.

But I know that he’ll be back.

They always come back.

Two with everything, please (No, I’m not talking about tacos).

So this last weekend I went on a Tinder date, a manager of a brewery in Cali. Let’s call him John, John (33 y/o)  super liked me on Tinder, he looked handsome in his profile, and it also said that he’s 6’5…Who wouldn’t like to climb something like that? Meow. I definitely started talking to him, we kept messaging back and forth for a couple of weeks before deciding to meet up. As confident as I may look and/or sound, I do get anxy about these kind of meet ups.

There I was, sitting at the bar of Thorn St. Brewery (great IPA’s by the way ♥), waiting for him while I was talking to a couple that were right across from me. He touched my shoulder, I turned around and stood up to give him a hug and melted a little when I smelled his delicious cologne.
We had a couple of beers at that place, then went to another couple of bars and had a beer on each. When we were at the last bar, after we finished our drinks, I thought I heard him say that we were gonna go to a different bar. Got out, started walking and then all of a sudden we were in front of an apartment complex, I was like “WTF?”…gave it a couple of seconds, looked at him and thought “Why not?” lol.

Ok, so when it comes to guys I usually kind of research them when I get the hold of any of their social media accounts. Believe me guys, most of us girls do that. Nothing new, let’s move on.
By checking out his instragam, I found a picture of his brother, which he already talked to me about. Didn’t think that the younger brother (24 y/o), let’s call him Derek, would be that handsome until I walked into the apartment. The place smelled of dank weed, which I’m not complaining. John introduced me to his jaw-dropping, handsome brother Derek, and then he left to get some food. We smoked a little weed, and then John showed me his special refrigerator with awesome barrel aged beers. He opened one because it was a “special occassion” (yeah, cus’ you gonna get laid, bitch! Pardon my french…). The beer was delicious and the night was going great. I really don’t remember how the makeup session started, but I definitely remember how it ended *a little smirk appears on my face*.

Sex with him was great, it definitely was drunk sex, but the sexy drunk kind of sex.  The only time that things got a little bit weird for me was that, when doing it, he would ask/say “Who are you?”…Something that my ex-boyfriend, the one from the first blog posts, would tell me over and over since the first couple of weeks that we met. So it was definitely a movie kinda’ of moment, you know? Him doing me, and me thinking/remembering my ex. Then completely forgot about him the moment his face was between my thighs. Had me looking stars for a while in his pitch-black room.
Not gonna lie, faked an orgasm, it wasn’t gonna happen for me. There are three different kind of orgasms, okay? The real one, which unfortunately many of you guys don’t know how to achieve, the “get it over with” one, self explanatory, and the A for effort, the one that he got. Think about it as a big bumble bee sticker with a giant A+ on your Grammar homework from Elementary, wasn’t that shit dope? I was happy, and he was happy that I was happy, and that’s all that matters at the end of the night.

After two glorious rounds, we passed out. At least I did, he works graveyard, so we have switched up schedules. Woke up next morning, worked that morning wood, and was planning to either pass out again or start getting ready to head home. Instead, he invited me for breakfast. Changed and headed out to the living room where John was waiting for me. Then I see Derek in the kitchen doing dishes…That handsome Derek. Suddenly it wasn’t only John and I going to have breakfast, it was Derek too! It’s cool, obviously because he’s hot af and wouldn’t mind spending part of my morning with his company (okay, got a little carried away), but that would’ve been a big “no-no” for me.

The three of us happily entered this very old breakfast joint in San Diego called Big Kitchen. Bomb ass potatoes by the way, super recommended. John sat next to me and Derek across him. I noticed Derek glancing at me a couple of times. John left us for a couple of minutes while he went to the restroom. Didn’t know what to do, I just had a stupid smile on my face, started laughing a little because I got nervous and he would just look at me. Couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just asked things that I already knew about him. That’s when I started thinking like “Wtf are you doing? Why are you smiling at him like that?”…

I don’t know, I kind of wish I met Derek instead of John. Maybe it’s also because of the age gap, or the ‘wanting what you can’t have’ situation. I don’t know if I can keep seeing John because I would be wanting Derek at the same time. Or should I just be straight forward and message Derek? Nah, that would be a big bitch move of me… Or should I just leave all of this behind?

Damn it.

The One That Got Locked Away Pt. 1

This is a story of a girl named Lucky…jk, his name’s Derek. So before being on Tinder, I was on Plenty Of Fish…yes, I know, POF. So if you’ve never heard about this dating app, it’s more about trying to get into a serious relationship, I didn’t know about the difference back then. We started chatting, after that we started calling each other on the phone, and then we decided to meet up.

The first time we decided to meet up turned out a complete fiasco, he couldn’t understand my directions to where to go once he crossed. Derek didn’t see me so he crossed back to the States, gave it some time, gave it a second try by crossing back again to Tijuana, but we didn’t find each other so he ended up going home.

For the second time he went down to Tijuana, I was running late, power walking down to the crossing point, when all of a sudden I see on the corner of my eye someone trying to catch up to me, it was him! We hugged and laughed and headed back to my car. I asked him how his crossing experience was and how was his day prior to coming down. We headed to downtown to have a couple of drinks, and when I was looking for a parking space he told me that there was something I needed to know about him and current situation. He said that he was on probation…wtf, right? I don’t know, but I think that these kind of things should be told before hand. I just acted cool, found an empty space, and parked.

I took him to Tropics, a bard in downtown; I liked taking my “gringo” dates there because it’s kinda dark, there are table booths and an old school  jukebox. Which, if you really think about it, there are mood setters and, also, good distraction strategies if things get awkward/boring. Anyway, if you ever find yourself down in Tijuana, this is definitely a dive bar to stop by and have a cold  caguama (big ass beer) while listening to Selena.
Our date went very well, both of us had a great time getting to know each other and we even started planning the next date.
Afterwards, I took him back to border, and said “bye” to that full set of beach washed, sexy, hair.

Of course it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes for me to sit my ass down on the desk chair, get on detective mood and start searching for his charges online. Well, it turns out that about a couple of years back he robbed a jewelry store on gun point…great. I just kept thinking and thinking; he looked like a good guy, worked every day at a surf shop making and designing surf boards and, besides, it was only his first offence and was almost out of probation. People change and are given second chances, he was at a weird point in his life when he committed that crime and seemed to have his shit back together. At the end of the day, I just saw beyond all of that and kept replaying my evening with him in my head.

Derek started visiting me every other two weeks, he would always surprise with flowers, ALWAYS! Actually, I think he’s the only man that has ever bought me flowers without being a holiday or something like that. I remember one time we were at the beach and he wrote on the sand with a stick our initials inside a crappy heart. It was so revolting to my stomach, you know? So cheesy! But I can’t deny it, I loved it at the same time.

But ya’ll know that happiness isn’t forever right?

To be continued…

 

Let’s talk about Tinder

Tinder! Everyone know’s about it, has used it, or know’s someone that does. It’s fun, I’m not gonna lie, I do have more fun just reading the guys profile’s than meeting up with them; I get anxious and cancel dates frequently or I just stretch them a lot and they end up hating me.

So the last Tinder date that I’ve been on was a couple of weeks ago in Ocean Beach. We talked for like a month before meeting up and that was because of me…postponing.
I live in Tijuana and Lenny (let’s name him like that for now) lives in San Diego. He knew that I lived in Tijuana, and that I was willing to cross the busiest border in the world to meet up with him, yeah, let’s make it sound dramatic. We planned this outing for a week, he was going to get off from work and go straight to Ocean Beach, and I would wait patiently for night to arrive, cross, and meet him over there. I packed a suitcase just in case, you know, things went well, lol…and just maybe, that way, I wouldn’t cross the border next morning to go to a job interview (Judge away! But I rather call myself as an opportunist).

Stole a bottle of wine from my mom, don’t worry she has plenty, and took off. Arrived at Ocean Beach, parked and waited for about ten minutes before he showed up. Then I saw him, we said hi to each other following with a big bear hug; very handsome dude, ain’t gonna lie. First turn off…he didn’t know where we should go! I thought it was fair for him to plan which bar to hit, because I crossed the pinche línea (freaking border), to see him! We were then on the search of this bar that his buddies from work recommended…not because it was a cool place for a date, but because they have cheap drinks! Don’t get me wrong, I would take anyone there because of that ’cause I’m a heavy drinker… But you just don’t say that to you’re date! EVER!

We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks and he paid the first round. I always pay for the second round, but before doing so, I waited a little just to see how he would act…He didn’t have any cash on him! WTF? So here is a lil relapse of what had happened so far, I crossed the border, headed to Ocean Beach, he took me to the cheapest bar, and didn’t even have money on him. Men, if you don’t have money, think of other stuff to do. If you wanna take a girl out for a drink, go to the bank and get some cash! Oh, and by the way, he’s a 36 year old man.

Conversation was great, I actually had a good time talking to him and getting to know him a little bit more. He walked me back to my car, but I really didn’t want to leave just yet, so I asked him if he was down to drink that bottle of wine at his place. We got there, he opened the bottle and poured a couple of glasses. His roommate was home, and because it’s a tiny apartment, we literally had to whisper for the next couple of hours. Well, guess who ended up drinking most of the wine? Oh yeah, that was me. He brought out his dab piece and we took a couple of dabs, I was high as hell. Good stuff. Then we proceeded to his bedroom, and ya’ll know what happened next.

On the very next day I went to my interview and nailed it. Hired right on the spot! Hell’s yeah! Had and orgasm and a job offer on the same day. That indeed was a good day.