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This one was a few months back when I first moved to EE. I was staying in a hostel for a few days. It was fun to spend time in the common room as you never know who's going to walk in. I'm on my computer working on my now finished college book and I see a girl standing in the corner. She has pink hair and seems pretty cute but I don't have my contacts in so I can't see her too well.
A few other people come and sit next to us. Some real wirey Chinese guy and some other girl who's ethnicity I can't place.
Then, the pink haired girl comes over and sits down in front of the girl and the guy. I take out my earbuds and listen to them talk.
Italian.
That's interesting. Also, she's very, very cute. And very petite. I could break her. It'd be hot.
I put my earbuds back in. I feel a tap on my shoulder. The Chinese guy wants to listen to what I'm listening to. I'm a bit surprised by how brazen he is, but she seems nice, so I let him listen. The pink haired girl gives me a shy look and smiles, as if to apologize for her friend's weirdness.
I smile and introduce myself. We talk and I learn where they're all from. Apparently they only know the chines guy through a mutual friend but he tagged along with their travels.
Then this dude starts opening his mouth.
He starts talking about God Consciousness and all sorts of mystical shit. I'm very well read in that area and have also had experiences of my own with this shit (I suppose that's more important) and I can tell that while he's going down the right path, he's mostly full of shit, given how much he's drinking. But Alan Watts was an alcoholic and he was (pretty) close to Enlightenment, so I try not to judge him. Also, I casually drink, too, so again, can't judge too much.
But his topics of conversation are *WAY* outside of what you would consider normal. I'm fucked up, so it's normal for me, but I can tell the other girls are completely weirded out by him but have to keep a polite face on since they're traveling with him and because they want to keep the vibe cool with me. I entertain the guy's chaotic thinking and keep the vibe mellow and excuse his social faux pas to show Pink that I like her despite her weird friend.
We talk for around an hour when the other girl and crazy dude go back to their rooms. Pink stays with me and talks. Somewhere in the conversation, I think while discussing my tattoos, depression comes up.
She gets this sad face and starts to talk about how she takes medication and has severe anxiety/panic attacks, and all sorts of shit. I empathize with her, being manic/depressive myself. After she finishes her bitching, I look down and talk in a stoic demeanor about my own depression, but finish it up with a tough and optimistic message on how I consider depression a gift, a message in a glass bottle. You have to break the bottle and cut your hands to get the message, but it's still a message that you need to read. She perks up.
i tell her that I want to give her a hug. She jumps on me and hugs me. I kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear, "If there weren't people around, I'd kiss you on the lips."
She looks up at me from our hug and says, "I know."
"Aww, you guys are getting along well," I hear to our left. It's three people at the table. One of them works there.
"Yeah, we're talking about how we cope with our depression," Pink says.
The three of them look confused. "Oh..."
They were teasing us, but it was inappropriate as we were having a serious bonding moment. She did well to make them feel awkward. They said nothing else.
I knew that we'd have no privacy in our dorms, so I told her that I was hungry and asked if she'd like to join me. She said yes but that'd she'd like to get ready first. This is a good sign. It took her 20 minutes and she even brushed her teeth as I saw while waiting, even though she definitely wasn't going to eat (and even if she was, it'd make her food taste like tooth paste so a good sign regardless) - means she wants to kiss me.
We go for a walk and walk around while look for a restaurant one of the hostel workers recommended. While crossing a parking lot, I randomly stop, look at her, and pull her in to kiss me. She responds enthusiastically. The lip ring she has makes it a bit awkward but her lips are luscious. She's a mix of italian and eastern european. I grab her hand and we interlock fingers as we walk.
We get to the restaurant and she watches me gobble down a sandwich. We talk a bit about sex and what she likes. I introduce the topic pretty casually, as if asking about the weather. I ask if she likes being choked and she says yes.
After I finish the food, I wash it down with some water and consider how I might wash her throat with my cum.
"So, do you want to go grab a hotel?"
she thinks for a moment and then says, "Hm...I don't think I'd feel comfortable doing that. It's nothing personal, I just don't want to go to a hotel."
It stings a little bit, I must admit, but I try to read between the lines.
I focus on this and convince myself that maybe there's something there.
"Have you ever had sex in public?" I ask her.
I actually can't remember if she said yes or no. Either way, it's a win. If she has, then she's done it before and it won't shock her. If she hasn't, then you can say something like, "Hmm, it's fun. We should try it."
Whichever one it was, after my slick line, I said to her, "Let's go for a walk."
We exit the restaurant, walk across a quick intersection. There's an alleway to the left. I grab her and kiss her in the middle of the street. She says to me, "Maybe not right here," and giggles.
I grab her hand and walk towards the dark, dirty, and very creepy looking alleyway. I see a garage door half open and start to walk into it when I hear some very vicious growling coming from inside.
Nope.
I slowly back away and luckily the dog doesn't chase. That'd be quite the mood killer.
I walk to the first wall I see and push her against it. There are some closed shops to our right and a service garage to our left, but it's very late at night and I don't see anyone around. I reach inside of her pants and start to finger her. She's ridiculously tight.
I pull down her pants, turn her around, bend her over, slip on a condom from my wallet, and fill her up. Her pussy feels amazing. I pull her hair and cover her mouth as I pound her. She loves it. A few minutes in I feel her shake pretty hard from an orgasm. I get deep in her guts.
I finish not too longer after and throw the condom on the ground. I wonder who will find it first or if that dog from the garage will eat it. I pray for the latter. Make him my bitch.
She turns around and seems quite cock drunk from the fucking. I explain to her what that is and she agrees, she is cock drunk. I kiss her and get horny again. I tell her to get on her knees. The ground is pretty disgusting, but women don't give a fuck about that shit and neither do I.
She tries her best to choke herself on me, so I indulge her and do my best to shove it down her throat. To avoid committing manslaughter, I only do it enough so that she makes those sadistically hot choking sounds and stop before she passes out or throws up. I finish and wash her throat with cum, as I had planned.
We go back to the hostel and I continue writing as she goes back to her dorm to play cool. Before she does, I joke to her that the Chinese/Italian guy has a big crush on her (he does). She doesn't believe me.
The next time we do talk, she tells me that I was right. He apparently, in his drunken stupor, confessed his feelings for her and how pretty he thinks she is.
I then push her against the wall next to her dorm door with my hand around her neck. No one is around. She bites her lip. I ask her if she's likes being abused. She tells me she does. I take her inside her room and turn off the lights. I tell her to get on her knees and suck my dick. Any one of her bunk/roommates could come back at any time, but she does it anyways. She slobers on my dick like a champ. I put my left hand around her neck and squeeze as I grab her by the hair with my right and shove her face onto my cock. The sound of her choking is heavenly. All of that self-hatred makes for good sex.
I say some pretty demeaning shit to her before cumming down her throat again. Then once we finish, she sits next to me and rests her head on my shoulder. I hold her close to me, kiss her on the forehead and am as sweet to her as a gay bestfriend. I treat my bitches well, even if I abuse them during sex.
I shit you not, less than a minute after she'd finished polishing my dick, a girl walks in. Some traveler from Germany. She seems nervous. She probably smells cum in the air or something but isn't quite sure why she feels weird. I dip out a few minutes later.
The next day she leaves. I tried to spend some more time with her, but her close friend, who came into town the day after we fucked, did not like me at all and would hawk-eye me any time I talked to her. The only reason I'd gotten this last chance to fool around with her is cuz I caught her alone while her cunt-friend was downstairs.
So yeah, damaged women are fun.
Hector
This one was a few months back when I first moved to EE. I was staying in a hostel for a few days. It was fun to spend time in the common room as you never know who's going to walk in. I'm on my computer working on my now finished college book and I see a girl standing in the corner. She has pink hair and seems pretty cute but I don't have my contacts in so I can't see her too well.
A few other people come and sit next to us. Some real wirey Chinese guy and some other girl who's ethnicity I can't place.
Then, the pink haired girl comes over and sits down in front of the girl and the guy. I take out my earbuds and listen to them talk.
Italian.
That's interesting. Also, she's very, very cute. And very petite. I could break her. It'd be hot.
I put my earbuds back in. I feel a tap on my shoulder. The Chinese guy wants to listen to what I'm listening to. I'm a bit surprised by how brazen he is, but she seems nice, so I let him listen. The pink haired girl gives me a shy look and smiles, as if to apologize for her friend's weirdness.
I smile and introduce myself. We talk and I learn where they're all from. Apparently they only know the chines guy through a mutual friend but he tagged along with their travels.
Then this dude starts opening his mouth.
He starts talking about God Consciousness and all sorts of mystical shit. I'm very well read in that area and have also had experiences of my own with this shit (I suppose that's more important) and I can tell that while he's going down the right path, he's mostly full of shit, given how much he's drinking. But Alan Watts was an alcoholic and he was (pretty) close to Enlightenment, so I try not to judge him. Also, I casually drink, too, so again, can't judge too much.
But his topics of conversation are *WAY* outside of what you would consider normal. I'm fucked up, so it's normal for me, but I can tell the other girls are completely weirded out by him but have to keep a polite face on since they're traveling with him and because they want to keep the vibe cool with me. I entertain the guy's chaotic thinking and keep the vibe mellow and excuse his social faux pas to show Pink that I like her despite her weird friend.
We talk for around an hour when the other girl and crazy dude go back to their rooms. Pink stays with me and talks. Somewhere in the conversation, I think while discussing my tattoos, depression comes up.
She gets this sad face and starts to talk about how she takes medication and has severe anxiety/panic attacks, and all sorts of shit. I empathize with her, being manic/depressive myself. After she finishes her bitching, I look down and talk in a stoic demeanor about my own depression, but finish it up with a tough and optimistic message on how I consider depression a gift, a message in a glass bottle. You have to break the bottle and cut your hands to get the message, but it's still a message that you need to read. She perks up.
i tell her that I want to give her a hug. She jumps on me and hugs me. I kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear, "If there weren't people around, I'd kiss you on the lips."
She looks up at me from our hug and says, "I know."
"Aww, you guys are getting along well," I hear to our left. It's three people at the table. One of them works there.
"Yeah, we're talking about how we cope with our depression," Pink says.
The three of them look confused. "Oh..."
They were teasing us, but it was inappropriate as we were having a serious bonding moment. She did well to make them feel awkward. They said nothing else.
I knew that we'd have no privacy in our dorms, so I told her that I was hungry and asked if she'd like to join me. She said yes but that'd she'd like to get ready first. This is a good sign. It took her 20 minutes and she even brushed her teeth as I saw while waiting, even though she definitely wasn't going to eat (and even if she was, it'd make her food taste like tooth paste so a good sign regardless) - means she wants to kiss me.
We go for a walk and walk around while look for a restaurant one of the hostel workers recommended. While crossing a parking lot, I randomly stop, look at her, and pull her in to kiss me. She responds enthusiastically. The lip ring she has makes it a bit awkward but her lips are luscious. She's a mix of italian and eastern european. I grab her hand and we interlock fingers as we walk.
We get to the restaurant and she watches me gobble down a sandwich. We talk a bit about sex and what she likes. I introduce the topic pretty casually, as if asking about the weather. I ask if she likes being choked and she says yes.
After I finish the food, I wash it down with some water and consider how I might wash her throat with my cum.
"So, do you want to go grab a hotel?"
she thinks for a moment and then says, "Hm...I don't think I'd feel comfortable doing that. It's nothing personal, I just don't want to go to a hotel."
It stings a little bit, I must admit, but I try to read between the lines.
I focus on this and convince myself that maybe there's something there.
"Have you ever had sex in public?" I ask her.
I actually can't remember if she said yes or no. Either way, it's a win. If she has, then she's done it before and it won't shock her. If she hasn't, then you can say something like, "Hmm, it's fun. We should try it."
Whichever one it was, after my slick line, I said to her, "Let's go for a walk."
We exit the restaurant, walk across a quick intersection. There's an alleway to the left. I grab her and kiss her in the middle of the street. She says to me, "Maybe not right here," and giggles.
I grab her hand and walk towards the dark, dirty, and very creepy looking alleyway. I see a garage door half open and start to walk into it when I hear some very vicious growling coming from inside.
Nope.
I slowly back away and luckily the dog doesn't chase. That'd be quite the mood killer.
I walk to the first wall I see and push her against it. There are some closed shops to our right and a service garage to our left, but it's very late at night and I don't see anyone around. I reach inside of her pants and start to finger her. She's ridiculously tight.
I pull down her pants, turn her around, bend her over, slip on a condom from my wallet, and fill her up. Her pussy feels amazing. I pull her hair and cover her mouth as I pound her. She loves it. A few minutes in I feel her shake pretty hard from an orgasm. I get deep in her guts.
I finish not too longer after and throw the condom on the ground. I wonder who will find it first or if that dog from the garage will eat it. I pray for the latter. Make him my bitch.
She turns around and seems quite cock drunk from the fucking. I explain to her what that is and she agrees, she is cock drunk. I kiss her and get horny again. I tell her to get on her knees. The ground is pretty disgusting, but women don't give a fuck about that shit and neither do I.
She tries her best to choke herself on me, so I indulge her and do my best to shove it down her throat. To avoid committing manslaughter, I only do it enough so that she makes those sadistically hot choking sounds and stop before she passes out or throws up. I finish and wash her throat with cum, as I had planned.
We go back to the hostel and I continue writing as she goes back to her dorm to play cool. Before she does, I joke to her that the Chinese/Italian guy has a big crush on her (he does). She doesn't believe me.
The next time we do talk, she tells me that I was right. He apparently, in his drunken stupor, confessed his feelings for her and how pretty he thinks she is.
I then push her against the wall next to her dorm door with my hand around her neck. No one is around. She bites her lip. I ask her if she's likes being abused. She tells me she does. I take her inside her room and turn off the lights. I tell her to get on her knees and suck my dick. Any one of her bunk/roommates could come back at any time, but she does it anyways. She slobers on my dick like a champ. I put my left hand around her neck and squeeze as I grab her by the hair with my right and shove her face onto my cock. The sound of her choking is heavenly. All of that self-hatred makes for good sex.
I say some pretty demeaning shit to her before cumming down her throat again. Then once we finish, she sits next to me and rests her head on my shoulder. I hold her close to me, kiss her on the forehead and am as sweet to her as a gay bestfriend. I treat my bitches well, even if I abuse them during sex.
I shit you not, less than a minute after she'd finished polishing my dick, a girl walks in. Some traveler from Germany. She seems nervous. She probably smells cum in the air or something but isn't quite sure why she feels weird. I dip out a few minutes later.
The next day she leaves. I tried to spend some more time with her, but her close friend, who came into town the day after we fucked, did not like me at all and would hawk-eye me any time I talked to her. The only reason I'd gotten this last chance to fool around with her is cuz I caught her alone while her cunt-friend was downstairs.
So yeah, damaged women are fun.
Hector
