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CHERRY POPPENS
November 27, 2009 - Friday
thanksgiving
Current mood: betrayed
Well thanksgiving wasnt all that bad this year. Spent it at home with my family in california. Went out drinking the night before, met a guy through a friend of mine who said he was absolutely into my line of work and that he enjoyed all i fmost of my movies. Highly doubt he's seen all my movies after all Ive made close to 400. Lost count a long time ago.
Anyways this guy I will call him Tim proved to b every charming and funny. I liked him right away without the facilitating alcohol. At the end of the night he had me at goodbye. SO we decided to go back to his place. You dont have to be a nuerosurgeon to figure out where this was going.
I was like this is cool we are going to get physically intimate at his place. We did get physical for the most part if you count kissing and talking to be part of that process. So I had to take initiative (wish I rarely have to) so I started by removing my clothes. He excused himself to go to the bathroom while I remained in his living room along a noisy heater and the television set on CNN minus the volume.
I decided then to suprise him by removing all my clothes and be suprisingly & conveniently naked for him when he got baCK. This proved to be a mistake. A very big one. While most guys would dive right into this situation. Tim (not his real name) decided to just smile at me and sit at the very opposite end of the room next to his collection of Hereos seasons 1&2 dvds. Im like WTF dude, naked girl coming at you live. Who would not jump at such opportunity? You may ask yourself. BUt instead he decided to do more talking. I went over to sit next to him and we resumed kissing. At this point I felt like a sorry ass piece of shit that I was. Thanks Tim.
He unzipped his pants there after, pulled his dick out and decided to stroke it. He demanded a lap dance. I demanded some music. Good music not some sorry crappy ass music like dixie chicks which was what he had on his cd player. Anything provacative and romantic like depeche mode or marilyn manson I suggested. To no avail, but I proceeded anyways with the most sexiest and sleeziest dance I can could imagine with the help of the dixie chicks and of course alcohol. He began to touch me and fondle my breasts which I enjoyed. And he began to insert his fingers into me. As I reached over to do the same he would push my hand away. I offered to stimulate him orally but he declined. He continued to masturbate to my dance and nudity. That was sexy but after a while it began to get annoying because there was nothing in it for me except a tease. He ejaculated all over his suede couch and carpet after what was thought to be an hour. I stopped my dance and put my clothes back, in the mean time theh alcohol was wearing off as was my patience. What an asshole. And me well Im probably the dumbest bitch youve ever met.
He went on to say he wasnt comfortable having sex with me and he was onlt "practicing safe sex" well go figure. Yeah I was little offended and my ego hurt just a little bit too. But would could I say. BUt Tim if youre reading this I hope you have fun playing with yourself next time you see my videos and I wish you good luck telling this story to your buddies over beer next time. Tell them how you had a wonderful ooportunity to fuck a world class pornstar and all you could do is jerk yourself off. Damn loser and happy thanksgiving getting your fist stuffed with your own meat you spinless BASTARD! ! !
LOVE ALWAYS CHERRY
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