
No, not the girl in the pic above, she's anything but a disaster :)
You're probably wondering what happened to me. Well, emboldened by my growing confidence and my
growing member, I answered an ad in a local newspaper: "Cute divorcee seeks male partner for fun". She answered my letter immediately, with a pic of herself included, and her phone-number. She was absolutely gorgeous! Real photo-model material. So I mastered my shaky nerves and my shaky voice, called her, and arranged to meet for drinks at 6 PM the next day.
Well, I was there at 5:45 PM, and of course she wasn't. At 6:30 PM I was staring hard at a really hideous woman 2 tables away, wondering if it was in fact her, when she walked in, looking even more stunning than in the pic. She was bubbly, friendly, spontaneous, sexy, exciting, all rolled into one. We had a couple of drinks and then went off to a club she'd suggested. I'd never heard of it before, it turned out to be a strip-club. Everyone stared at us when we walked in, as she was the only female customer in there, and I felt extremely proud that she was my date. Not for very long, though.
Turns out she knew every single guy in there! I still don't know if she used to work there as a stripper, or if she just went in there to pick up guys, but it made me very uncomfortable. But after a few more drinks I sorta relaxed into the situation, especially since she was sorta snuggling up against me and whispering naughty things in my ear all the time.
So she invited me to her apartment afterwards, and that's when it turned weird...she had two kids, a boy of 10 and a girl of 12, and she put them to bed while I had another drink. Then we went to her bedroom, and she literally tore my clothes off me, ripped off her own and jumped on me like a madwoman. Which all sounds most exciting, but the kids' bedrooms are right across the hall, and she was making an incredible amount of noise. No-one could sleep through her yelling, she was like Meg Ryan in that movie. My I had great trouble concentrating on keeping my newly-developed pecker semi-hard.
Finally (it felt like hours later) she came like an express-train and we both fell asleep. Then at 5 AM something woke me up, and she was sitting on the side of the bed, holding a fucking BREAD-KNIFE in her hand, and staring at me with this vacant Lorena Bobbit-like expression.
I scrambled into my torn clothes and got out of there as fast as I could. Thank god I never gave her my address or phone number. For days I was almost too terrified to leave the house.
Then I found the cutie in the pic above, and have been having great cam sex with her. From now on I'm gonna stick to virtual
sex dating.