Little back story, i had just been in a 4 year long relationship, was engaged, and it all went to shit literally a few months before we had planned to be married, because an old ex from like grade school popped back on the radar. At the time i honestly wasnt to upset about the whole thing, because clearly it wasnt going to work out, and to this day am more upset that i lost of friend of 12 years more than anything else. But whatever, im over the bitch, im single, i need to get back int eh saddle, so i hit up POF, OKQ, and CL.
First date i have is with this bitch i met form CL. Really cute, nice curvy body, naturally curly hair, works in engineering design (which i had done years earlier), seemed pretty good. So we talk on the phone a few times, chat on MSN, and eventually set up a date. Right from the get go, its pretty obvious that our personalities in person just dont mesh. Its starting to get awkward. And right around this time, she busts out that shes actually still married, and in the final process of a divorce. Being that the date is going no where, i ask THE question "you seem like a nice girl, good head on your shoulders, successful, good career, why would he want to divorce you?" Now im thinking she fucked the mail man or something like that. And she busts back with "well, he felt i wasnt performing my wifely duties." So im like "oh, just no spark there anymore?" And shes like "no, its just that...well...you see...um...how to put this...my husband and I are into fetishs, and well, there is a point that he wishes i would go that i am just not comfortable with, and ive told him im not, and he said that if i didnt, he would divorce me. So i guess he meant it. But the divorce is amicable, and we are not looking to screw each other over in anyway." And i said "well thats understandable, i had some friends who had some serious issues in their marriage because he was into alot of fetishs that she wasnt, and some of them made her feel very uncomfortable, and brought up some really bad memories for her, so i can get that." And shes all "no, no, no...its nothing like that, we where into, well...wet and messy fetish play." And it was at that point that i flashed in my head, and realized that her e-mail address was lemonaidegirl19@*.*
Needless to say, that when we got done eating, and the waitress told us that lemon tart was the desert of the evening, and i chuckled, she said "i think we will just have our checks please", and i never talked to her again. So my first real date after my LTR is with a golden shower queen
Then a couple months later i met some chick off of CL. I knew she was a bit of a fatty from the myspace angles. But figured, what the hell. Right off the bat she invites me over to her place. So at worst i get to bust a nut, cant be all that bad, right? Oh how wrong i was. First as soon as she opens the door, my nose literally goes fucking nuts.
The bitch had a glade plugin in every fucking outlet in the appartment...EVERY OUTLET! And not all of the scents matched either. I felt like i was walking into the Bath & Body Works surpluss outlet store. Upon getting over the smell, i find out shes got two kids, and an ex that harasses her constantly. Great. Warnign flags, red lights, they are all there, but im like...cumming seems like a better option than leaving. So i stick around, and we start watching a movie (Harry Potter: And the Changer of Secrets had jsut come out on DVD...i know, how romantic). We start making out, she had some amazing tits (very perky for a chubster), so i fuck them for a while, but im just not getting into it, and im starting to go limp. Because in the back of my mind im like "dear god, its come to this...FML." Shes notices im a little out of touch, and is all "whats wrong?" So i make up some sob story bullshit about how i havent been with anyone since my last relationship went south, and that im a bit nervous about it all, and im just finding it hard to let go and enjoy myself. She totally buys it, and tells me she will "make sure i get taken care of, just lay back." So im thinking, this is going to be great, i will get some head out of it. WRONG! Turns out she HATES blowjobs, and refuses to give me one. By now im like...fuck, i just want to leave, but i figure i might as well see if i can at least get this slam pig to fuck me so i dot get ball cramps. So she starts giving me a hand job, and to her credit, its still one of the best handies i have ever received to this day. Im finally starting to get into it, im fingering her pussy, shes double fisting my cock, and she starts talking dirty. Im all for talking dirty, and at first, it was totally doing it for me. I was really getting into the word play back and forth with her. And then she starts saying shit like "thats it, cum, you deserve this, enjoy it, you know you want it", which kinda ruined it, be then she went back to the normal dirty talk, and right as im getting close i say "yeah, right there im about to cum!"...and she says, serious as a fucking heart attack,
"YEAH BABY! Thats it! CUM FOR ME! SHOW ME THE TREASURE!" I completely fucking lose it! Like in tears slapping the bed with laughter. She just gives me this look like, how could you possibly be laughing right now, and gets up, walks over to the bathroom, and locks herself in it. It took me a good 10 minutes to compose myself, as i quickly text two of my closest friends about WTF just happened.
Eventually, i coaxed her out of the bathroom, and she figured that since i had already fingered the shit out of her that she supposed she should let me fuck her. We fucked, and eventually i ended up putting it her in ass (even though she claimed not to like it), and cumming on her face. Then when she woke up at 6:00am to go drive her school bus (yeah that came as a shock to me too), shes all "you can hang out here while im gone." I was like, no thanks. Showered with her and left. A couple weeks later she called me back out of the blue to fuck again, and we did that regularly for about 4 months, pounding her fat ass every time. Eventually we just stopped calling each other and that was that. But to this day, "SHOW ME THE TREASURE!" has remained an inside joke among all of my friends.