The true story and ongoing erotic chronicle of my crazy love/sex life featuring porn chicks representing as my ex-girlfriends, old flames, flings, hookups, pickups, jump offs, booty calls, randoms, one night stands, psycho chicks, stalkers, and friends with bennies.
Shakara isn't in XXX, but I picked her to rep here bcuz it's downright scary how this one pic in particular looks like a carbon copy of the sista this blog's about. But, that's just how I used to do it. Hands down, this exotic, super freaky bi-chick ranks as the all-time most beautiful woman I've ever picked up on the street. I probably would've mistaken her for a Victoria's Secret model if she'd only been a little bit taller then she was.
I saw her one morning exiting my neighborhood subway terminal when I was just about to enter the station for my AM commute. Upon spotting her, I made a quick detour so that I could holla and bolted so fast that I caught her as she stepped onto the escalator. Though she wasn't quite as busty as I tend to like em', this Caribbean knockout still had the goods regardless. Her caramel mocha face and radiant smile were spellbinding along with her smooth skin, killer legs, and streamlined body.
Moreover, this honey had a sexy set of hot pink toes that looked just like Kianna Dior's (whose feet are pictured left), screamed "Check me out", and would make ya think that they were engineered to make foot lovers orgasm upon sight. I totally believed the honey when she told me that men stare @ her feet everywhere she goes, tell her they look tasty, and go nuts over her pedicure. I can see why guys paid so much attention to her feet though.... they probably were too intimidated to look into her eyes bcuz her face was so crazy beautiful.
Anyway, I approached the hun and told her the truth. I said, "Excuse me, but can I please give you a compliment"? She was like, "Sure".
Then, I told her,"The other morning, I happened to see you and I really wanted to talk to you, but I was already in a rush. But, I promised myself that if I ever saw you here again, then I'd say something to you regardless of how late it made me. I just wanted to tell you that I think you're incredibly sexy and I'd love to take you out sometime----I've gotta see you again." Next thing ya know, she said, "No problem, I'd like that" and then we spiraled off into a nice, long conversation where I had her beaming from ear-to-ear the whole time.
She gave me her phone number and as soon as I turned to leave, some other dude tried to holla @ her----but she totally dissed him. The honey sucked her gums, did the Talk To The Hand thing, and said to him,"Oh please, don't even try. I'm NOT interested"!!
I can't fake----it was awesome seeing her diss that dude so cold right after she'd just given me her phone number. The next night, I called her and she told me sumthin' that made me feel even more preferred than her cold diss had.... she said to me, "You should consider yourself lucky bcuz normally, I have a rule against dating American guys. You're the only American guy that I've ever been willing to give my number to. Normally, I tell American guys 'No'"!!!
I dunno what it was about me, but obviously I had the key. The next day, honey girl started sexting me.... she emailed me a pic of some porn chick who was in a BBG, completely drenched in their cum along with a note that said: "What do you think about this"? But, that was only the beginning of the freak show.
This honey's sex drive and love for perversion was intense.... every day, she'd push the freaky envelope further to its limits and would add sumthin' a bit more extreme to her fantasy ride. She loved being fucked w/ a loaded gun pointed at her head bcuz the element of danger turned her on immensely. And not to be outdone, she invited me to have a 9-some consisting of me, her, 7 of her girlfriends, and my video camera. This was definitely the kinda chick that every guy hopes to meet.
Here in D.C., it's quite possible that you could be dating 007 without even knowing. Don't be surprised if your neighbors are like Mr. and Mrs. Smith or have a license to kill.
One of my co-workers really stood out to me from the rest and it certainly wasn't bcuz of her sexy red hair either. She just carried herself with a different aura----a mysterious one, like her employer really wasn't who it appeared to be.
One morning, she arrived to work while I was in the lobby talking football with the postal delivery guy.... she looked tasty 24/7, but on this particular day she was flat-out oozing sex appeal in a way that I'd never seen her ooze it before. She was killin' the whole outfit----not just her stiletto heel boots.
Judging by the mail man's reaction, you would've thought that he'd either seen an angel or was gonna bust his pants on the spot. As soon as she started walking away, he shook his head and said, "Damn, she looks like she'd be alotta fun on a Friday night!"
I started CTFU and co-signed without being obnoxious about it (after all, she did look like she'd give you the fuck of your life).... unfortunately, the mail man wasn't tactful with his comment and had said it loud enough for the hun to hear it as she walked away.
5 minutes later, she came back and was smiling from ear-to-ear. She asked me, "So, what's got you guys laughing so hard this AM?" I tried to play it off, but the devilish grin she had on her face lemme know that she'd caught us checkin' her out. As soon as I began to wonder if I'd fucked up with her, she goes, "Soooooooooooooo, when do you wanna go out for drinks?" (bcuz she knew that I'd gone out drinking with our co-workers).
I was in-shock bcuz I didn't even see that coming.... and the way that she asked, I couldn't refuse. Why even? She knows with 100% certainty that I think she's hot as fuck. So, I accepted and then, she goes, "Great, so it's a date."
What made her offer really standout to me was the fact that our co-workers would often go out for drinks after work and invite us along----but, she never once made an effort to go nor was she a part of their lunch cliques that would eat together. In our office, she functioned like a lone wolf amongst hens (and, yes, my colleagues had told me there's a pecking order).
I took it upon myself to ask her once why it seemed like she never wanted to do anything with the women in our office. But, her response was, "Ummm, that's not really my kinda thing." Since I was a co-worker too and remembered what she said, I admittedly felt somewhat honored and privileged bcuz she clearly wasn't viewing me in the same light as our colleagues. Nevertheless, I still wasn't 100% sold on her being serious enough to follow thru with us going anywhere together after hours.... but, she did a few days later by asking me again outta the blue.
So, one afternoon, we spontaneously decided to take a long walk and, along the way, just picked outta chill spot in downtown D.C. where we could get some good food and drinks away from the infamous Happy Hour crowds.
During those next several hours with her, I truly ended up having one of the most positive dating experiences in my whole life. Her conversation was incredibly stimulating (to say the least) and she ultimately revealed some interesting details about herself that shed light on whatever was behind her mysterious aura....
I'll just suffice to say that she had alotta Evelyn Salt in her and The USA's lucky to have a chick so eager to protect our freedom (though I kinda think that she was already on the roster). She wasn't the type of woman that you'd wanna mess with, had the nonchalant demeanor of an assassin hired to ice you, and I wouldn't be surprised if she's amassing a body count right now.
Once I realized that I might be on a date with a trained killer who could lay me low in a variety of different ways.... I decided not to dive into certain subject areas with her anymore, was just like"Speak Russian to me" knowing it'd turn me on, and assumed she was already telling me without actually telling me. We went onto have a phenomenal date, despite all the stares.
I'd always had a rule against dating chicks from the damn internet (too many weirdos, crazies, stalkers, and I treated it like every chick online was passing off fake pics). But, I'm glad that I broke my policy for this gorgeous bi-chick who was also ahand full of years older than me---slightly naughty. Honeygirl hit me up after readingmy love/relationships blogsand OMG she was soooo much like the blind date sent from Heaven. Hands down, this fit workout babe was absolutely blessed with the nicest, phattest, ripest, most toned ass of all the chicks that I got with beforecashing in my player card.
Before our 1st date, she asked me to choose the color that she'd paint her toes because she remembered my foot fetish and wanted to go the extra mile for me. So, I challenged her by asking for ivory because it's not an easy color to find and had given me a boner when Bibi had it on. Sure enough, she showed up in platforms with her sexy, smooth toes ivory---nice. We went out for drinks and proceeded to pick each other's brain in the midst of playing an intense game of PDA tonsil hockey. Even bumped into a group of lesbian co-workers at the same bar and those White girls were all like "nice pick, she's beautiful"; but, I checked outta there before they got any ideas LOL. On the way back to her car, she stopped on a dark side street, unzipped her jeans, grabbed my hand, placed it in her panties, and said, "Do you feel how wet I am? This is what you do to me". Then, she finished the evening by blowing me in her car 2x (once before we left and another when she dropped me off). She worked that tongue ring and was bobbing like Superhead; had me up to my neck in blowjobs, feenin' like a DC crackhead, and talked sooooo dirty when I was going downtown on her. Even had me saving my loads on purpose just to hose her down; this honey would yell out "Wooooosh" when I was splattering her and didn't flench when my babies were aimed at her pretty face. Homegirl was truly DTF----it didn't take long for her to start talking about using me for threesomes with her friends.
People often wonder why I'm so into women's toes. But IMHO, a woman that keeps her feet looking beautiful is most likely one that has everything else on herself kept in impeccable condition. BTW I also dig The Wet Look of a woman's hair that comes when she just stepped fresh out of the shower or swimming pool. So, it should be easy to understand why this Aquarius honey caught my attention one Spring afternoon when I stopped by a D.C. Happy Hour spot frequented by young black professionals.
I was standing by the bar talking business when we locked eyes and smiled at each other. Everything about her was exactly to my liking; cute face, nice curves, smooth legs, and especially that sexy orange pedicure she had. I couldn't help but throw her a compliment because her nail job looked so damn tasty to me. Dirty thoughts kept running through my mind from the moment that we started our convo. So, I bought her a drink and picked her brain.
Then, once I'd gathered enough information to plot my attack, I just laid everything out there and went straight for the jugular by whispering in her ear, "I know that we just met today, but you are so damn sexy to me and I love your style. I can tell off-the-break just by how you carry yourself that you're an independent woman who isn't looking to be tied down by anybody right now---which totally works out for us both because I'm just looking to have fun with no strings attached too. But, no bullshit, nothing would make me happier than to come over to your place and suck your sexy toes till you cum. I've gotta see you again."
Honeygirl looked at me, cracked a smile, and replied seductively, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Okay" while nodding her head. Then, we proceeded to get a bit more acquainted with each other, exchanged numbers, and scheduled her toe sucking appointment for the next afternoon at her place.
D.C. is full of hot interns that're DTF. Lewinsky isn't alone----she just got snitched on. Capitol Hill is notorious for its horny helpers and this honey that I snagged was no different from the rest. I wouldn't be crazy enough to call ours a high-profile hookup, but there are some scandalous elements to the story nonetheless. She was interning for one of the USA's most powerful politicians and her father worked for an illustrious top secret agency.... so, I assumed that our interactions were under surveillance even though it didn't make a shit's bit of difference to her. This chick loved sex and wasn't worried about being found out. Our very 1st phone conversation was ridiculously X-rated; we spent most of it talking about sex, her addiction to BBCs, and her love for getting splattered with messy cumshots. Since the next night was her birthday and she was horny, we made plans to meet up and celebrate with her friends for dinner and drinks on The Waterfront,followed bysex.
At dinner, we couldn't keep our hands and lips off each other. So, we wrapped things up, went back to her place, headed straight for the bedroom, and turned up the heat.
This honey's body was nice, curvy, and super busty with a natural set of D-cup knockers that were built for sex. I finished our kinky session by giving her a pearl necklace so big that it left her collarbone line and those luscious tits completely semen frosted. Then, I used my fingers to slowly feed her every cum drop while reveling in the sight of her smiling face licking them clean. Chicks that love getting showered with cum are priceless, but JBH.... I ignored her calls afterwards bcuz I was diggin' Vanessa.
Exar Kunni is just alias that I'm using to do a silly life project really serving no purpose other than for me to finally admit to myself what I've been refusing to for years (that I've lived more than I believe). This autobiographical blog consists of 100% true, but summarized stories from the 7 years that I spent as a bachelor (spanning from age 18 thru age 25). During this time period of my life, living in the present on a YOLO POV was really all that I cared about. Many times, I thought to myself, "Someday, Ima write all this shit." Since I prefer to live life in an enigmatic manner, I wanted to chronicle a few stories from my life in a blog. The stories here within are things that I haven't revealed to people in my life. All names herein have been changed, but the events described are real. Since it'd be hella grimy to post pics of the actual real life women that these blog entries are based upon, I've made up for the loss by picking a video vixen lookalike for each woman. Every model depicted in this blog was carefully selected based on her uncanny likeness/resemblance to the actual woman within every story.
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