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.

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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.