The Sheraton 1/23

I get a rush going to a hotel to meet up with a guy.  I take pride in knowing all the hotels all over the LA but especially familiar with LAX. The valet recognizes me.  I love stepping out in my heels or boots in this case my Carlos Santana boots.  I briefly contemplate if I should flash or not – but I always do. I get my valet free of course and my little Porsche is kept up front for easy access leaving.  I look at my phone to reacquaint myself with the description this guy gave me of himself.  I walk into the bar where we planned to meet, I’m getting tons of looks from men and I feel that rush of confidence and trill. I get a bounce in my step.

I head to the bar and thankfully the guy I was meeting waves, because from his description he texted, I’m not sure I would have figured him out right away. All the guys at the bar sort of looked alike to me. He had pre ordered a drink for me (which I love) – so as soon as I sat down I had a cabernet right there.

 As we chat I take off my jacket and could see his demeanor change along with a few other guys at various tables that had views. Amazing what cleavage and legs can do to men. I felt myself change too more confident and feeling strong from my workouts with my personal trainer.  He ordered me another drink. I was liking this guy, good conversation and was easy going, We went up to his room – We showered together, soaping each other up.  Then he gave me a massage (supposed to be me giving him one, but it often turns into the guy paying me to massage me) he cracked my back fantastically.  I told him jokingly that  I wanted to watch the bachelor – strangely hooked on that show. He turned it on while I rubbed him, which I thought was very thoughtful.  We had fun critiquing the chics for “Ben the bachelor” My guy came twice and I left to go back to the bar, worked up an appetite and wasn’t in the mood to go home yet.

As soon as I sit at bar, I meet a pilot then his co-pilot. It was flirty and fun and I gave them my website. They had an early flight and left. I was going to take off too but then another pilot came by. We talked for quite a while then I ended up going up to his room and we played captain. He came so many times it was crazy, like.. 5 times or so. I asked him each time he was cuming in a surprised tone “Are you cuming again”!?  He moans out  “oh yeah”.   After he cums and I can feel his cock getting ready for another round says  “it’s been a long …long time since I’ve had sex, my wife isn’t into it.

He didn’t want me to go, he could have fucked all night.  I finally left at 3am.

last night 1/13

I had a nice little fuck before going out with my friend Rob. He’s a friend I met when I first moved to LA, part of the original “crew”.  We went to Church and State a nice restaurant near my loft. After dinner and several drinks we went over to a wine bar, drank some more then went back to my place. We got into a good conversation and then he invited 2 more guys to come over. Some musicians, good ones, they play at some well known clubs in LA. 

We sat at my diner table and talked and drank a lot. I was getting text messages from guys wanting to come over and I told this one guy I couldn’t do anything tonight because I’m hanging with friends – it was about 3 am at this point. Then I texted the guy that I am with 3 guys and I’m thinking about surprising them and just start going down on them one at a time (or 2 or all at a time) I said if I’m brave enough.  I showed it to the lead singer and he smiled and said – oh I know you are not scared. lol – I moved towards him and the drummer and Rob had missed all the talk between me and the lead singer, so were a little surprised to see him whip out his cock and me drop to my knees. I gave them all blow jobs and ended up on the diner seat doggie style getting fucked by the drummer and someones cock in my mouth.

The drummer pulled out and ripped off the condom and shot his cum all over my ass.  (I love that) the lead singer came in my mouth at the same time (love that too) and Rob was next. He ended up staying the night and got me off twice.

; ) good night.

Cab ride today

I have my car in the shop so called a cab to go to the grocery store. A yellow van drove up and the taxi driver told me to sit in front seat explaining it was too hot to sit in the back. I’m wearing a short summer skirt, super cute..the kind you can “frolic” in. Some tall boots, no stalkings to hot, and my legs are tan and smooth. They actually glisten from the sweat and glow from the tan.. even I’m getting off on how good they look. The driver is checking me out which I’m pretty accustomed too .. but still never take for granted .. I smile and tell him to take me to Ralphs I hop in my skirt hiked up as I pull myself up into high seat. he says the streets are all closed because of half marathon, he suggests we go to South Central and I look at him…like he’s gotta be kidding. I tell him to take me to Whole foods on Fairfax I am sitting there and we chat while I’m texting other guys that I will see later that day. His eyes are like a laser on my legs and I know he wants to touch them.. I am feeling pretty sure that this is going to be a free ride. Just at that moment he says in a thick Russian accent, You don’t have to worry I am not going to charge you for trip back and I will wait for you at the store, and puts his hand on my leg like a pat of reassurance– clever really. I didn’t flinch at all in fact may have slightly opened my legs more, andI said, oh wow, thanks that’s very nice of you.

Spa time

I had just come back from NYC from the book launches for my new book, “days of the cougar” and flew into San Francisco.  I wanted to see Keith, I missed him and was curious if he had seen the book and what his reaction might be.  I wanted to stay somewhere romantic and beautiful, and found a nice resort/spa near Berkeley. Read more

Intruder

It’s always strange when I get into this mood to not book a hotel. Not sure why it happens, and why I do it, but it always seems to turn into the most interesting nights to leave it on the edge like that. Read more