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I Don't "Blog" But Here Are Responses to Site's Q&A  

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2/17/2018 7:23 pm
I Don't "Blog" But Here Are Responses to Site's Q&A

For some reason, most of the responses to the FriendFinder-x site's questions either don't appear at all or are rendered nearly illegible because random script (?HTML code) is interspersed in the text. Here's my response to the fantasy question.

It's Saturday night - our second date. We met the week before. After we're both back home we end up talking on the phone for hours when the conversation veers from favorite sex positions to<b> scenes </font></b>from Goodfellas. Then we start debating which is Scorsese's best film. Casino is mentioned, we share stories of our former respective escapades in Vegas and by dawn we're back in my car on our way to Sin City. The plan is to drive all morning, gamble, dinner and a show and be back for work the next day. (For story narrative - we forgot which highway leads to Vegas and get lost). Hours of driving through the Mojave Desert - no cell service, no gas station - we stumble upon a seedy vacant motel on a desolate strip in the middle of nowhere. The motel attendant is too drunk to give us directions to Vegas so we check in to rest for a few hours before getting back on the road. The room is equipped with a 40 year-old coin operated vibrating bed and a barely functional jacuzzi tub. Dead tired, we both fall asleep. Two hours later, she wakes briefly as I pull down her panties. She goes in and out of lucid consciousness while I pleasure her and myself onto her face as we simultaneously orgasm. (Again, for story narrative - everything was consensual, no Quaaludes involved, the reference to lucidity just refers to her being tired from being up all night). Consumed by unabating sensual pleasure, we forget about Vegas or even returning home for that matter. Wearing nothing but a sweatshirt and bed sheets, that's how she remains dressed for the next 4 days as we continue our sexual adventure. With black shades drawn, cell-phones dead and the alarm clock unplugged - we are completely oblivious not only to time, but the entire outside world, feeling as if we were the last two humans left after some catastrophic event foretold by an old Twilight Zone episode, took place; leaving us as lone survivors. We are oblivious to anything besides each other's bodies (and minds). I could get a lot more explicit with what took place over those 4 days and nights, but I'll leave that for private conversations. If you want to know the rest, just ask... Oh and BTW somehow there's a 24/7 GrubHub service that delivers from every restaurant in Vegas directly to the motel attendant who also happens to have every menu available and worked as a concierge at a 5 star resort before being fired for drilling holes through guest room walls, amassing thousands of recordings featuring couples on their honeymoons and the like. Needless to say, by the time we actually leave to go home, we had quite the souvenir (hundreds of gigabytes of footage) to relive the experience, individually and together, having set a high bar early on, forever trying to top what took place on our prolonged second date. P.S. This story is loosely based on real events, though the author used some creative liberties for dramatic/comedic effect - i.e. we weren't lost, just too horny to last the additional hour drive to Vegas; it was really 2 days not 4; and if memory is correct, we only cut it short because of an unexpected injury involving a zipper and delayed skin reaction from overuse and/or misuse of the motel's complimentary lotion bottles - eventually requiring medical attention (unfortunately, this was long before medical school because if it hadn't been, I could have treated the injuries right there and maybe instead of 2 days it would have been 4). P.P.S. Not to be obnoxious and name drop the degree/title - there are benefits to being with a doctor beyond basic knowledge of female anatomy (how many of your previous partners knew what or where the "posterior fornix" is (if you, yourself are curious - google "posterior fornix orgasm"). When intimate injuries inevitably occur, no need for an ER visit - I've got it covered.

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