Tonight was crazy. I was in a nightclub and an elder man - about 50 years old - started to flirt with me. First it was an occupation for an hour, later I wanted him. So we ended up in his hotel room im "Bayrischen Hof". He was fantastic. Not energetic but experienced. He touched me everywhere and I exploded. The last time I reached this level of joy was between the twins in a sandwich fuck. I did not left him, we fucked this morning, we had brunch, we fucked and then he asked me, if I want to go shopping with him. He payed everything and he knew everyone. We entered a shop, he asked for the owner, they talked a little bit, he selected some dresses for me, I tried them, and if he liked it he bought it for me. For a much cheaper price than the label claims. Later he told me the secret in it: He visit customers of him. He is somehow in the fashion business and therefore well known. After dinner he asked me for my cell and if he can contact me again. I asked him literally: "
It is my life's story. It is the story of a horny little bisexual nymph who plans to experience every sexual chance she gets. Read it, mail me, and have fun (with yourself) reading my blog. For me, this is a kind of extreme exhibitionism.