I was told that my diary is not about actual sex just about happenings often in differwntclubs 🤣 a reasonable "complain". Sorry to dissapoint u , I have never meant to write how sex scenes, neither i am a sex novel writer. Many ppl copy the way i write cause it is more about feeling than intercourse or story. Sex is very individual, i am not to insipire ppl to fuck the way i do. The moment dick penetrates pussy everything is just about in and out. What happens before is what matters. Its a diary of a regular person.. i am very regular 🤣🤣
So what happened 10th of December last year? Nothing special though it became special 😁 i was trying to write this piece for a very long now. Shame on me. Had to interrupt several times🙊🙈 anyway, lets start from the beginning and hoppfully i will finish this time 🤣
8th of December i had announcement on the sex site. I seeked plan B for already planned date with some moron.He was a moron iand thats why i wanted to secure the date anyway. I wanted to have fun no matter what 😁 one would ask: why to meet a moron as plan A? Its my spontanity that caused invitation to a date 🤦🏻♀️. Impulsivity is not easy to control. I just spit it out and invited a random moron to have fun - then realised i chose the wrong man 🤣 Come and meet me at this club, lets see if u will find me. I love cat and mouse games 🐱🐭🐱🐭
Day after i realised that the chosen object is a suspicious moron. Several signs. So i placed an ad where i explained the situation and asked someone to be plan B and C if A fails. Terms were same.. u find me in the club and beat me on the dancefloor, then we will see what happens 😉 the whole arrangement made me so excited that my brain start to evaporate av expectations 💦💨, it started to build a labyrint of different scenarios, the thought of unknown future smth made me feel jumpy 😃
After placing ad i got a bad consious and decided to give a benefit of the doubt to the "moron". I told him about what i think he is (i didnt say moron, just that he behaves strange). He assured me that no plan b needed, he would be there. Hope ur tongue explodes in pieces now, little liar 🤣🤣 how dare u lie to me? Anyway, i cancelled both plan B and C, decided to keep my word. I am a man of my word. Wish all ppl were that as well !
I had nice outfit as usually. In other club it was called Barbie outfit 🤣 i like the name. Black fluffy short skirt and short pink dekolletage top. 5 cm of bare belly in between. While in the club I stood on my favorite and exclusive spot. That place should be named after me 😁 its my own stage next to dj. its like pole dance place without actual pole but i can dance both for public and on my own. Dj smiles and i smile back. We live in a symbios 🥰 He knows what i like. Bartender came and i hugged him as well, i always show appreciation to ppl work in the club. And i hate clumsy drunks who creates mess by puking, dropping bottles so that young guys run to clean their mess.
While i was dancing on my podium, of course i was curious if the moron is in the club or not. It was not easy cause several guys came and carried me down or climbed to dance with me on my podium and i had no clue (is it him? Not him? Am i a mouse now? 😌). I had so much fun that eventually i forgot and started to be myself 😁 a crazy bitch 😁 at one point someone was trying to pull me down from behind and i felt like in those movies where she throws herself back and the crowd carries her. So i had this crazy feeling just to throw me backwards, with risk to fall on the floor 🤣🤣 so I just did it 🤣 god it felt so good to feel like a movie star 🤾🏻♀️ a pair of hands , only one though, carried me not far from my stage.. wooww 💥💫💥 i am in the movie .. my own movie.. he put me on the floor.. is that him? The thought hit me.. Young masculine latino with big fluffy lips and shiny but calm eyes. The way he put me on the floor, i felt like a statue.. his hand, the way he grabed my arm. The best way to feel a man is the way he grabs u. If its electrifying then its the man that wants to fuck u 😅 and Somehow u , me, want that happen. Intuitively i pulled me out of his hands and went back to my stage. I wasnt drunk btw, but my adhd was as if i was on drugs.. a direct question from a girl who was completely wasted wondering if i were high 🤣 i replied no, i just have adhd . I dont think she understood that it wasnt a name of a sofisticated new drug 😂
When i am tired i would normally seat on my stage floor, hiding behind pole loking like a construction btw. Ppl are friendly, hugging and taking selfies with me. Maybe they think that i am a paid dancer 🤣. Guys and girls. A young guy seats next to me and talks spanish. I told him i cant speak spanish. He asks me where i came from, i replied middle east. He immediately move his ass away and says in my ear, what are u doing here? Why dont u go to ur own party? And that's, ladies and gentlemen, called rasism. Its a rasism of spanishspeaking ppl. To look as a latina has advantages untill they discover u r not 🤣 cause ppl dont believe, there are spanish by blood ppl who doesnt speak spanish and it irritates many. But i dont fake! I told guy to fuck off, i didnt care if he didnt like my origin. I love latin music and parties ❤🥳❤. Fuck rasism!! All kind of. Just because u r not white u dont have more right to be a rasist!
Back to that amazing guy that carried me and i actually fell for him. I dont even know why. He wasnt my type but he became my type. He had latino look, the original ppl of latin america. Short like 170, square big body and big hands. He looked like Thiago Silva , a football player in brazilian national team. Bigger lips and very soft. In latino clubs, as i wrote before i think, the guy do not come himself if he likes u, instead he sends an "ambassador " 🤣🤣 i turned down three ambassadors that evening, one of which was this guys. I didnt know, i just think that it is a moron tradition, bc guys cant stand to hear no.
It was like a heaven to have those lips stroking lightly my neck and shoulder. I didnt feel my knees, he just let me lean over him, i didnt feel my feet, i dont think they were on the ground, but then his big and unusually soft hands holding from behind on a bare flat belly moving upwards. I had a pink fancy top that he managed to lift and then his hand was on my breast, still not grabing but like caring. Then i woke up even though it wasnt easy when someone caress ur body, and push him away. That beautiful hand was no longer touching my breast, but with the other hand he spinned me around and back in his arms. I tried to get angry but i couldnt, it felt safe to be there, and i got butterflies in belly towards this complitely unknown guy. Face to face was more easy from one side and not so easy from other side. He couldnt touch my boobs, he most probably got very excited cause i didnt have underwear. His shiny eyes were masmarising and i am quite sure mine were shiny as well. There was smth electrical between us.
All that time one bloody guard was staring and watching us. I dont know if he was there to protect me or to get excited himself 🤣 my dance partner whispered in my ear that he wishes me to follow him. And i said ok. I said i just need to go to the toilet and will be back.
I didnt go to toilet, i run out to wardrobe, took my coat and left the club quickly. I didnt look back, went all the way on drottninggatan. I needed fresh air. Then i cried a bit, then cheered myself and decided to forget. No regrets. Easy said that done.
Its has been two mont. Every time i started to write about the event, i had to take a break several times. I get excited, get regrets and just hate myself, my rules and that i am obviously not normal in my head. Call it adhd or just idiot in me.
I liked that guy cause he was genuine, cause he appreciated my body the way no one ever did, his way. The way he stroke each inch of it was both care and admiration and determination. I always like what i called "owning hands", thats when his hands touch u showing u r his. But these hands were admiringly owning, so much appreciation. I have a good body but no one could touch the way he did. I wonder how he is in bed, when we are naked. Must be what is called an amazing sex experience!
So thats what happened 10th of December. The guy who supposed to come wrote me same week apologising, and i asked him politely to fuck off. Bloody miserable piece of crap. But I am glad he didn't show up, cause then i wouldn't have met this guy and wouldn't have touched the sky for a short moment 🥰
