I met her in the supermarket. Tall spanish girl, very beautiful, a darker Penelope Cruz type, but lips thinner. Can send real pics to "reputable" guys.
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We talked a little and I took her number, saying we'll get drinks sometime. She was super cold the entire time but her eyes were not. After some entertaining text banter we almost met at a club with both our friend groups. 30 minutes after I confirmed I would be there & looking forward to seeing her, she called and heard me talking to a girl in a very quiet environment.
She is a smart girl and figured I must have extracted that chick within few minutes of meeting her (downtown club, downtown apartment). Since then, I felt she had developed a little obsessesion with me. So I few days later I went via text directly for a dinner date. She agreed but got cold feet few hours before.
So we meet at shitty bar near my place.
Dolled up in skirt and heels she was a solid 8. I did my best to ignore her beauty. It helped that she started giving me shit from the very first minute in. How I could be so arrogant, why I was looking at her like an asshole, she thought I would be much more humble, if i would still see that girl from the club etcetera etc. I went the agree & amplify route, but she just wouldn't stop. I ignored, and she would come back at it again. Every time I tried to build comfort, bitch would sabotage without blinking an eye. I finally called her out on it. Did she think that I was any different when I talked to her in the supermarket? Was I projecting a different personality back then? No, she said, I didn't. But she had hoped "it would have been only an act". Bullshit, I said. This is bullshit.
She was drinking her wine. I was drinking my wine, looking at the other tables slowly. Then I went for a piss and tried to understand what was happening out there. I was in the middle of the worst date of my life. I'm in my thirties.
We had another round and she was still giving me shit. But she was also still sitting there. She told me even the waitress agreed that i was a horribly arrogant man. I asked her if she liked herself. At one point her ramblings continued mid sentence in Spanish. I raised my hand and slapped the bitch. Nah, that came later. I raised my hand and said, Krauser style, "I'm gonna translate that for you. You feel fucking attracted to me but are afraid I will hurt your feelings."
She made pffh, the way people do that get a bodyshot to the ribs, kicked my legs semi-playfully, then continued in Spanish, which I "translated" again. She went to the toilet. I texted her "you're doing alright, baby. good ass." When she came back, I abandoned the idea of comfort and started escalating. "What was it you said, earlier? 'Don't touch me', right?", and I touched her thigh. "Yes. Don't touch me", but she didn't do anything to get my hand away. "I'm sure I shouldn't touch your arm here, right", and I brushed along her arm. "No. Don't touch my arm, either, Asshole" "And your hair. Hm?" And I brushed her thick shiny hair behind her ear. "Don't touch my" -- I kissed her, I grabbed her neck with deadlift grip and kissed her. She was supringsly eager. I was first to break the kiss and returned her left earring, that somehow came undone.
"Let's go somewhere else."
"We're not going to your place."
"Of course not."
The waitress with her good cleavage looked at me curiously. I wondered at the strange chain of pussy, that keeps pulling me forward this summer.
Thinking I would bounce directly from shitty bar to aparment, my logistics were fucked up now, because I'm new in that neighbourhood. I didn't know where to go. "Where are we going? Where are we going? I will go home right now if you don't tell me where we're going." "Disneyland." "Disneyland or Disneyworld?" It was around eleven and everything was already closing. Only place open was a fancy restaurant. I pulled her in and asked the hostess for the table in the corner. "It is our anniversary, you know", I said. I didn't know the spanish girl could smile so warmly and genuinely. I didn't mind that she drove her nails into my arm simultaneously. "Really?", said the hostess, "Which one is it?" The first, I said. "It's all still pretty new. Isn't it, sweetheart?"
In the restaurant she transformed into a sweet, delightful, soft and very feminine woman. Who knows, I thought, she might make a good girlfriend. Then I experienced a strong undercurrent of sadness, because I remembered I already have a girlfriend.
We left the restaurant in good spirits, and she said "It's time for me to go home now." "Yeah, let's go." "You cannot come into my aparmtent." "I know." "No, really. You think in the back of your mind, I can, but you cannot." "I know all that." "You're a disaster".
I heard that disaster line in variations four times before (disaster man, disaster boy, fucking disaster..). I got the bang every single time. It's my lucky line.
We're standing infront of the building. "Alright, goodbye", she kisses me left and right, or right and left, and walks inside. Girls pull their doors behind them, if they don't want you to come inside. My mind on autopilot zoomed in on her fingers, which for a millisecond were holding the door open. She wanted me to come in. "What are you doing here?" "Saying goodbye." "We said goodbye outside." "Outside? Like a dog?" That beautiful Roosh-Line didn't make much sense in that context, but the sentiment was right, so it worked. We started kissing inside the entrance hall. I pushed my leg between her legs. I grabbed her neck. I started to pull down her top, but she did not interrupt me. Surprised I found myself pulling out her big juicy tits, sucking them. The entrance door was partly glass and I could see people walking by outside. I took her hand and pulled her into the elevator. "Which floor?", my finger already moving up and down the numbers." 2. I pushed the button, the door closed and i turned her facing the wall. Then i pulled down her tights and her panties, and starting finger fucking her pussy, the moment I found it. The entrance to the pussy is always a bit elsewhere than expected. I pressed her head against the wood. She started moaning genuinely. We arrived, she fixed her outfit and started unlocking the door. Noises. "It's my flatmate. She's here. You cannot go home. This is enough. Hasta luego." I sniff my fingers like coke. I won't let go of that pussy now.
I take her hand and pull her back in to the elevator. Zero. I pull her out and we run across the street. I pull her into a taxi. Then we're at my aparment. I leave her alone for a few minutes. I prepare a drink. Weeknd already running. When I enter the living room she's standing at the open window, bending into the night with the cool breeze. She wants to get fucked from behind standing there. But she doesn't get it from me. I pick her up and throw her on the bed. I try rawdog, because everything else is just bullshit right now, but she doesn't let me, so I flip her over and fuck her with condom from behind, slapping her ass, her tits, and, once, in between some choking, slapping her across her beautiful, proud, face.
After she leaves I want to stay awake and savor the bitter sweet taste of pussy victory, but fall asleep instantly. Next morning, I clean the apartment thoroughly.
![[Image: penelope-cruz-20090616-516503.jpg]](http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/penelope-cruz/penelope-cruz-20090616-516503.jpg)
We talked a little and I took her number, saying we'll get drinks sometime. She was super cold the entire time but her eyes were not. After some entertaining text banter we almost met at a club with both our friend groups. 30 minutes after I confirmed I would be there & looking forward to seeing her, she called and heard me talking to a girl in a very quiet environment.
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Dolled up in skirt and heels she was a solid 8. I did my best to ignore her beauty. It helped that she started giving me shit from the very first minute in. How I could be so arrogant, why I was looking at her like an asshole, she thought I would be much more humble, if i would still see that girl from the club etcetera etc. I went the agree & amplify route, but she just wouldn't stop. I ignored, and she would come back at it again. Every time I tried to build comfort, bitch would sabotage without blinking an eye. I finally called her out on it. Did she think that I was any different when I talked to her in the supermarket? Was I projecting a different personality back then? No, she said, I didn't. But she had hoped "it would have been only an act". Bullshit, I said. This is bullshit.
She was drinking her wine. I was drinking my wine, looking at the other tables slowly. Then I went for a piss and tried to understand what was happening out there. I was in the middle of the worst date of my life. I'm in my thirties.
We had another round and she was still giving me shit. But she was also still sitting there. She told me even the waitress agreed that i was a horribly arrogant man. I asked her if she liked herself. At one point her ramblings continued mid sentence in Spanish. I raised my hand and slapped the bitch. Nah, that came later. I raised my hand and said, Krauser style, "I'm gonna translate that for you. You feel fucking attracted to me but are afraid I will hurt your feelings."
She made pffh, the way people do that get a bodyshot to the ribs, kicked my legs semi-playfully, then continued in Spanish, which I "translated" again. She went to the toilet. I texted her "you're doing alright, baby. good ass." When she came back, I abandoned the idea of comfort and started escalating. "What was it you said, earlier? 'Don't touch me', right?", and I touched her thigh. "Yes. Don't touch me", but she didn't do anything to get my hand away. "I'm sure I shouldn't touch your arm here, right", and I brushed along her arm. "No. Don't touch my arm, either, Asshole" "And your hair. Hm?" And I brushed her thick shiny hair behind her ear. "Don't touch my" -- I kissed her, I grabbed her neck with deadlift grip and kissed her. She was supringsly eager. I was first to break the kiss and returned her left earring, that somehow came undone.
"Let's go somewhere else."
"We're not going to your place."
"Of course not."
The waitress with her good cleavage looked at me curiously. I wondered at the strange chain of pussy, that keeps pulling me forward this summer.
Thinking I would bounce directly from shitty bar to aparment, my logistics were fucked up now, because I'm new in that neighbourhood. I didn't know where to go. "Where are we going? Where are we going? I will go home right now if you don't tell me where we're going." "Disneyland." "Disneyland or Disneyworld?" It was around eleven and everything was already closing. Only place open was a fancy restaurant. I pulled her in and asked the hostess for the table in the corner. "It is our anniversary, you know", I said. I didn't know the spanish girl could smile so warmly and genuinely. I didn't mind that she drove her nails into my arm simultaneously. "Really?", said the hostess, "Which one is it?" The first, I said. "It's all still pretty new. Isn't it, sweetheart?"
In the restaurant she transformed into a sweet, delightful, soft and very feminine woman. Who knows, I thought, she might make a good girlfriend. Then I experienced a strong undercurrent of sadness, because I remembered I already have a girlfriend.
We left the restaurant in good spirits, and she said "It's time for me to go home now." "Yeah, let's go." "You cannot come into my aparmtent." "I know." "No, really. You think in the back of your mind, I can, but you cannot." "I know all that." "You're a disaster".
I heard that disaster line in variations four times before (disaster man, disaster boy, fucking disaster..). I got the bang every single time. It's my lucky line.
We're standing infront of the building. "Alright, goodbye", she kisses me left and right, or right and left, and walks inside. Girls pull their doors behind them, if they don't want you to come inside. My mind on autopilot zoomed in on her fingers, which for a millisecond were holding the door open. She wanted me to come in. "What are you doing here?" "Saying goodbye." "We said goodbye outside." "Outside? Like a dog?" That beautiful Roosh-Line didn't make much sense in that context, but the sentiment was right, so it worked. We started kissing inside the entrance hall. I pushed my leg between her legs. I grabbed her neck. I started to pull down her top, but she did not interrupt me. Surprised I found myself pulling out her big juicy tits, sucking them. The entrance door was partly glass and I could see people walking by outside. I took her hand and pulled her into the elevator. "Which floor?", my finger already moving up and down the numbers." 2. I pushed the button, the door closed and i turned her facing the wall. Then i pulled down her tights and her panties, and starting finger fucking her pussy, the moment I found it. The entrance to the pussy is always a bit elsewhere than expected. I pressed her head against the wood. She started moaning genuinely. We arrived, she fixed her outfit and started unlocking the door. Noises. "It's my flatmate. She's here. You cannot go home. This is enough. Hasta luego." I sniff my fingers like coke. I won't let go of that pussy now.
I take her hand and pull her back in to the elevator. Zero. I pull her out and we run across the street. I pull her into a taxi. Then we're at my aparment. I leave her alone for a few minutes. I prepare a drink. Weeknd already running. When I enter the living room she's standing at the open window, bending into the night with the cool breeze. She wants to get fucked from behind standing there. But she doesn't get it from me. I pick her up and throw her on the bed. I try rawdog, because everything else is just bullshit right now, but she doesn't let me, so I flip her over and fuck her with condom from behind, slapping her ass, her tits, and, once, in between some choking, slapping her across her beautiful, proud, face.
After she leaves I want to stay awake and savor the bitter sweet taste of pussy victory, but fall asleep instantly. Next morning, I clean the apartment thoroughly.