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October 21st - the black week
Hahaha here I am now, Tribal Elder. Still can't believe I reached there.
A black week - well, all is relative, since my last post I went on two new dates, and had three regular girlfriends in my bed, and took a few new promising contacts. But because of various circumstances, yesterday was the first time I come since my last reported lay here with Mary my FB on Oct 11th. That's a black week, from the point of view of my blue balls.
On Friday 14th, I exchange texts with Joan my new regular FB. She has her period. I try to dismiss that, but it seems very painful this time. I take the chance to cancel the planned evening at my home, and go on a first date with one of my new contacts.
FR. First meet and date with Chantal. One of my new contacts in Badoo, another Kenyan (I'm not through yet with my African moment), 26 years old.
When we initially chatted in Badoo end of September, she said something like "I want to try making love with older men" quite out of the blue. Although the tone was joking, it made me wonder if she was not a prostitute. She moderated it with "I’m an open minded person, don’t be shocked". Communication dropped, and then resumed on Oct 11th. I immediately launch the idea of meeting. So after the evening is cancelled with Joan, I arrange the first date with her.
We meet at 9:15pm and I take her to the Kempinski. She seems pretty cool and I quickly dismiss the idea of a prostitute. The date is simple, relaxed, and quite touchy. She needs to be home at 12. And it’s now 11, a little short for a full escalation, but still want to make her see my home, to facilitate the second date at my place. I take pretext of the loud music to leave, and take her home. It’s easy because she has expressed some curiosity about where I live. At home I take her in my arms on the sofa, kiss her on the neck, and briefly on the boobs. We dance and I touch her big ass. Time to leave. When she puts her shoes I make her sit on my dick. We leave and I drive her home.
She was cute although a little fatty. It seems to be the eternal problem here, difficult to keep a good dietary habit due to the living style, and people grow fat. Anyway she is still quite fuckable, so I keep her for a second date at my place next week.
Saturday 15th, I take Gianna my GF to the cinema, then home. She cooks for a change. We then have one of these good fuck sessions BUT each time we fuck, she has a little spot of blood. Not sure what's going on. It sure distracts me and I don't come.
Sunday 16th I'm quite down and tired from a cold.
Monday 17th I feel better and decide to go on a first date with April, another Kenyan new contact.
FR. April. I met her on Badoo a few days ago, and we agree on a date tonight. The pictures she sent me were quite sexy and hot. Appointment at 8pm, she's supposed to come at the Intercontinental for a drink. At 7pm or so, she texts and say "I hope I won’t be late because I’m in Gharafa now". She went there to visit her sister. Sounds like buying herself free time. I tell her to text me when she is in the taxi. At 8pm, still nothing from her. Fortunately the appointment is at the Strata, 5 minutes away, so I’m still comfortable at home. At 8:15 I text her
such a naughty me.
I take her on a brief walk to my home and I can sense her excitement. In the elevator I take an ostensible, appreciative look at her body. She has these huge boobs. "it’s an impressive situation!" "You mean my boobies" "I was about to say, mangoes, or watermelons". As she goes out the elevator I give a brief, friendly tap on her large ass, she laughs. At home, I serve two glasses of juice. As she had been asking where is my wife, as a joke I tell her "Let me introduce you to my wife" and I take her on a brief tour of my home. We open the cabinets, drawers, and look under the bed. "She’s not here!". She laughs, I already told her I’m divorced. On the sofa, I get closer to her, and start kissing her in the neck. Good reception, we make out, she kisses very well. I’ve got to evaluate these boobs, I cup one in my hand and appreciate the weight. It’s massive. She’s supportive, and she extracts her boob out of the shirt. It’s huge, with a large black areola. I suck it well. She likes it.
But she has this curfew thing, plus work at 7am the next day, so she starts to be a little restless. I know I can lose her at this point, but I’m ok to take the risk. "I’ll drive you!". Before we leave my flat, I tell her I’m not selfish and put her hand on my hard on. "See, you can touch, too". Then I say "he’s of moderate dimensions... but he knows the job!" As I drive her, she hints again that she’s good in bed. "Need to see for myself. It’s like me when I said my friend knows the job. It could be bragging for all I know. Need to see!" We make out before parting. She kisses really good.
I’m mitigated on what to do next. I am just trying to convince myself of upgrading my standards. On the other hand, she is likely to be a very hot experience in bed. Also, at this stage, I still have Chantal cooking, plus three regular girlfriends, and just another new promising contact in Badoo. Won’t be enough room to fit them all. Keep on for now.
Tuesday 18th. I try inviting Chantal for a dinner home.
By 8pm Chantal texts me "Enjoy your beef stew". I send her a picture of my cooking plus the bottle of wine, and leave her comment unanswered.
Wednesday 19th. Chantal out of the picture
Chatting resumes with Chantal. At some point she says
But still no luck for my blue balls.
Friday 21st - The relief! Finally meet with Joan. She's a sexy lovely cute (25 years old Kenyan), wearing a skirt and heels, with her huge boobs nicely packed. I was thinking of letting her go, simply because I need some turnover in my harem, to allow for new ones. But not sure now. She comes home and cook for me, and it’s very good! Then we fuck like crazy. She has these enormous boobs, I can’t stop sucking them. She comes many many times, she’s ecstatic. I take her from behind and come. Very good fuck. Drive her home.
Hahaha here I am now, Tribal Elder. Still can't believe I reached there.
A black week - well, all is relative, since my last post I went on two new dates, and had three regular girlfriends in my bed, and took a few new promising contacts. But because of various circumstances, yesterday was the first time I come since my last reported lay here with Mary my FB on Oct 11th. That's a black week, from the point of view of my blue balls.
On Friday 14th, I exchange texts with Joan my new regular FB. She has her period. I try to dismiss that, but it seems very painful this time. I take the chance to cancel the planned evening at my home, and go on a first date with one of my new contacts.
FR. First meet and date with Chantal. One of my new contacts in Badoo, another Kenyan (I'm not through yet with my African moment), 26 years old.
When we initially chatted in Badoo end of September, she said something like "I want to try making love with older men" quite out of the blue. Although the tone was joking, it made me wonder if she was not a prostitute. She moderated it with "I’m an open minded person, don’t be shocked". Communication dropped, and then resumed on Oct 11th. I immediately launch the idea of meeting. So after the evening is cancelled with Joan, I arrange the first date with her.
We meet at 9:15pm and I take her to the Kempinski. She seems pretty cool and I quickly dismiss the idea of a prostitute. The date is simple, relaxed, and quite touchy. She needs to be home at 12. And it’s now 11, a little short for a full escalation, but still want to make her see my home, to facilitate the second date at my place. I take pretext of the loud music to leave, and take her home. It’s easy because she has expressed some curiosity about where I live. At home I take her in my arms on the sofa, kiss her on the neck, and briefly on the boobs. We dance and I touch her big ass. Time to leave. When she puts her shoes I make her sit on my dick. We leave and I drive her home.
She was cute although a little fatty. It seems to be the eternal problem here, difficult to keep a good dietary habit due to the living style, and people grow fat. Anyway she is still quite fuckable, so I keep her for a second date at my place next week.
Saturday 15th, I take Gianna my GF to the cinema, then home. She cooks for a change. We then have one of these good fuck sessions BUT each time we fuck, she has a little spot of blood. Not sure what's going on. It sure distracts me and I don't come.
Sunday 16th I'm quite down and tired from a cold.
Monday 17th I feel better and decide to go on a first date with April, another Kenyan new contact.
FR. April. I met her on Badoo a few days ago, and we agree on a date tonight. The pictures she sent me were quite sexy and hot. Appointment at 8pm, she's supposed to come at the Intercontinental for a drink. At 7pm or so, she texts and say "I hope I won’t be late because I’m in Gharafa now". She went there to visit her sister. Sounds like buying herself free time. I tell her to text me when she is in the taxi. At 8pm, still nothing from her. Fortunately the appointment is at the Strata, 5 minutes away, so I’m still comfortable at home. At 8:15 I text her
So we finally meet at 9:40pm in the intercontinental. Her face is cute, she’s fatter than implied in the pictures, and much less sexy: she dropped the long hair, and is dressed simply (trousers) instead of the short dress and heels in the pic. Apart from that, the date goes well, the connection is good, she mirrors my body language and posture, she’s touchy, and it’s a fun 1h20 minutes. At some point she mentions that the ladies of her tribe are known to be good in bed. "You make me curious now (wink)". By 11pm it’s time to go. I will drive her, but the keys of my cars and my eye glasses are at homeMe: It’s 8:15
Her (right away): Just took a taxi. Where are you?
Me: What time do you expect to be here?
Her: Is 9 OK? Sounds like all bullshit. If she was on a taxi at 8:15, she should reach by 8:40 maximum.
Me: 9 is not OK. I will have my dinner then
In my mind the date is cancelled now. I go out for a quick dinner. I try to see if Chantal or Mary are available tonight, but no luck. At 9:20 she texts
Her: Hey you there?
Me: I’m home
Her: I’m in intercontinental. Sorry I’m late
Me: You expected me to be waiting 1h20 there?
Her: Am sorry
I take her on a brief walk to my home and I can sense her excitement. In the elevator I take an ostensible, appreciative look at her body. She has these huge boobs. "it’s an impressive situation!" "You mean my boobies" "I was about to say, mangoes, or watermelons". As she goes out the elevator I give a brief, friendly tap on her large ass, she laughs. At home, I serve two glasses of juice. As she had been asking where is my wife, as a joke I tell her "Let me introduce you to my wife" and I take her on a brief tour of my home. We open the cabinets, drawers, and look under the bed. "She’s not here!". She laughs, I already told her I’m divorced. On the sofa, I get closer to her, and start kissing her in the neck. Good reception, we make out, she kisses very well. I’ve got to evaluate these boobs, I cup one in my hand and appreciate the weight. It’s massive. She’s supportive, and she extracts her boob out of the shirt. It’s huge, with a large black areola. I suck it well. She likes it.
But she has this curfew thing, plus work at 7am the next day, so she starts to be a little restless. I know I can lose her at this point, but I’m ok to take the risk. "I’ll drive you!". Before we leave my flat, I tell her I’m not selfish and put her hand on my hard on. "See, you can touch, too". Then I say "he’s of moderate dimensions... but he knows the job!" As I drive her, she hints again that she’s good in bed. "Need to see for myself. It’s like me when I said my friend knows the job. It could be bragging for all I know. Need to see!" We make out before parting. She kisses really good.
I’m mitigated on what to do next. I am just trying to convince myself of upgrading my standards. On the other hand, she is likely to be a very hot experience in bed. Also, at this stage, I still have Chantal cooking, plus three regular girlfriends, and just another new promising contact in Badoo. Won’t be enough room to fit them all. Keep on for now.
Tuesday 18th. I try inviting Chantal for a dinner home.
So I extend the invitation to Mary my regular FB, and will spend the evening with her. Unfortunately for my blue balls, she is on period this precise day. No fuck!Me: Thinking of cooking tonight. Do you feel like joining me for dinner?
Some blah blah.
Me: Do I count on you tonight?
Her: Will there be wine for an escort?
Me: Have some red wine here
Her: Sounds fun
Me: OK, it’s best if you can organize a taxi to come, because I’ll be busy in kitchen
Her: OK, maybe I’ll come with my community
Here the thing that went wrong (I’ll know later) is my suggestion for a taxi. But I don’t know that yet. And it all sound like a test.
Me: Wooooow invitation is for you
Her: She explains that it sounds that I’m cooking for a whole community because otherwise she doesn’t see why I would be busy. I cut the crap immediately and decide to make her reflect a little.
Me: OK if you don’t feel like being alone with me I understand. Best we go out next time.
By 8pm Chantal texts me "Enjoy your beef stew". I send her a picture of my cooking plus the bottle of wine, and leave her comment unanswered.
Wednesday 19th. Chantal out of the picture
Chatting resumes with Chantal. At some point she says
She sends a frustrated message that I leave unanswered. I erase her from my contacts, now in Whatsapp she won’t see my profile pic anymore. Here is the problem. She expects me to be driving here around both ways, about 1h20 minutes total, as a question of standards, or else is degradation. She has no concerns about this time adding up to my very busy schedule, and it’s out of question of taking a taxi when it would be helpful. She’s only worried about herself and her need to get drunk, and her degradation etc... She’s out. I have already enough girls, don’t need to stick with one like this.Her: If I knew you were off today I could have come yesterday for a sleep over LOL
Me: I tell her I’m not off today - it’s her misunderstanding - but this would deserve comment because I’m the one to decide if anyone sleeps over at my place or not. But OK I let it go. I decide to try a second time.
Me: You have plans later? Because you could come over for dinner. Still have some of this cooking left.
Remains unanswered until 8:30pm.
Her: I’m bored when it’s me coming with taxi. But it just so happens that there was a round of pressure at work, and I had to leave around 9pm.
Me: I’m still in office, about to leave. It’s too late anyway
Her: What, late? I need to get drunk. Will you drive this way or not
Me: Not on my way. I’m already home now. She explains that she went out with girlfriends, but now back home.
Me: And how did you go there? She must have gone in taxi, and she knows it.
Her: Really, going to see a man with taxi and he has a car, I think it’s a bit of degradation
Me: Discussion over
But still no luck for my blue balls.
Friday 21st - The relief! Finally meet with Joan. She's a sexy lovely cute (25 years old Kenyan), wearing a skirt and heels, with her huge boobs nicely packed. I was thinking of letting her go, simply because I need some turnover in my harem, to allow for new ones. But not sure now. She comes home and cook for me, and it’s very good! Then we fuck like crazy. She has these enormous boobs, I can’t stop sucking them. She comes many many times, she’s ecstatic. I take her from behind and come. Very good fuck. Drive her home.