COME WITH ME TO THE CASBAR.....

Well my first blog entry was about my first swinger party , which went quite well , but I also learn that you're not really a gamer until you go to an actually swingers club . Swinger parties are usually thrown by a home owner who invites their friends and other like minded people within their network, but swinger clubs is like going to a night club , but with one catch you can most likely fuck someone inside the club with little or no game , because everyone there is also looking for a sexual encounter. Most of the work is already done, all you need is walk around the room and see you like and see if a little small talk can lead to some random nookie .

Now to fully understand now this night came about , you need to understand the back story which a big chunk of it is in the bbw swinger party story . One thing about my life as I learned over the years is there's is no six degree of separation with me , there's usually 2 or 3 with me in my case . As I learn this gets smaller when I meet people online . As to date I have over 1200 friends on facebook some of them friends from high school , some of are porn star and adult models(yea I know I'm such a groupie ), and a large portion of them are females I've met on various dating sites and other social media sites. One of these ladies are I had a friendship with was hot white women with blonde dreadlocks from Canada , who lived in Philadelphia, Pa . We talked one and off for a few years online and on the phone . When I found myself living in New York City , I also knew I was closer to her and could have a way of meeting with her .

Sometimes fate has a funny way of working things out in the strangest ways. Paths can cross through some of the funnies means and common interest . My Saturday nite started like it usually does when I was done with work , sitting in of the computer looking for what I could get into or whom I can get into , when I was on yahoo IM with Blondedread , and had another window open with Tee checking to see what was her and Cee's plans were that night . Well the happy freaky couple was going to swinger club in Brooklyn called Cas Bar, and at the same time blondedread was on the road to New York City , and where was going , yep you guest it Cas Bar . Fate would have it that blondedread and I had two common friends , yep Tee and Cee , they've known each for a while and had a few threesomes and orgies together , so they invited me to tagged along , since Saturday nites are couple night there and with me being the 4th person the ratio was now balance .

I got myself in the shower , made my way to my car and drove out to their place in Brooklyn in haste . When I go to there block , I was instructed to park my car and ride with them , so I got inside and saw blondedread for the first , she was hotter than pictures , it was not until we got to the club I didn't see her fully body , she was tall (5'11) a nice set of double DD's breast , followed by nice plump ass , really it was a work of art .

Now the club was in downtown Brooklyn , in the sunset park area . When you first pull up you notice the place is nothing more just a warehouse from the outside , but once inside it was a nicer looking place ,we paid the $40 dollars per couple admission price for entry , check in our coats , and made our way to the bar . Now the one thing I notice was that the bar had bartenders , but you had to bring your own liquor . The sexy bartender would label your name to your bottle . This place had all the normal shit you see in a night , there was the bar , a dance floor , tables and a lounge area , but once you get past that you see we're this is no saw of the mill night club , once you walk around the room you'll see there's a glory hole booth , and then there's the bondage section . First there's wooden bench , which if you have the rope you can tie down your lover and let your pleasure works itself from there , and then there's the St. Micheal cross , which is a 7 foot high wooden X with black straps at each corner , I do not need to explain what this for …., on the other side of the room is a row if empty rooms with smalls beds in them , when you get to the end of the hall there's a open room where you can watch at other people have sex , or you can watch them have sex . Then on the other side is the orgy area . This is an open area from which I can I see has least 50 mattresses laying flat on the floor , and sex sling in the corner .

When ever I'm in a social setting for the first time I usually walk around feel out the crowd , check out the women in the room , see what kind of men are in the place . In the lounge area there was a small group of people gathering . They all we're cheering like they were at a sporting event , as I made my way over I got the chance to see what all the cheering about . What I saw by far was the most awe inspiring thing I have seen never since that night . There was three white guys sitting on the brown leather sofa , with three white women on their knees give them oral sex , like it was a fucking track meet, their must have been some kind of contest with either a cash prize , bragging rights , who the fuck knows what at stake . All I know was that these chicks meant business , they we're suck , and stroking those cocks with the same kind of virtuosity of Olympic sprinter in 100 meter dash . I was getting winded just watching and there's was a small part of me that was thankful one of these women wasn't working my cock., I've might need to go see a rape crisis counselor afterwards , it was that brutal. There was other things going on in the room other than the royal rumble of blowjobs .

There was a guy there giving erotic massages , and of course there's was all the horrible line dancing , so I made up my mind to actually talk to a woman , since blondedread had already hook with some other dude and cee and tee bailed on me, leaving alone to fend for myself . So after mingling around for what seems like an hour I found a women to talk to . She was older (45) and was there with her husband (he never told me his age ) , we met in the smoking section , had a small discussion , which lead to us talking at a table by the bar . She told me about her husband , how they both served in the military , also that they been in the “lifestyle“ for 10 yrs , this talk when on for about hour , and then she drop this hint on me .

“we'll if you wanna have sex with someone , all you have to do is asked .”, she said

“really !? , all I have to say is 'hey you wanna go have sex '” , I replied

“yep..”she replied

“well thanks, I'll keep in mind for later”, I said.

Yes you heard right she basically gave me a greenlight to have sex and I missed the signal . Well' not really I just wasn't in the mood to fuck her at the moment . She knew it and decided to dismiss herself , and find someone else to take her up on her offer . Since I cock blocked myself , I needed to find some way to redeem myself , but as night wore on it became more difficult to fulfill this goal . I found blondedread , who was in a room fucking some black biker dude for the past hour . We walked around the room for while until we came up to the bondage area .

“wow, this is some cool stuff .” said she .

“yea , I like this area the most “ , I said

“so do you know who to use this stuff ?” , she asked .

“ well yes I do , why you you wanna play?”, I asked

“yea , I like to spanked , HARD, are you up to it “ , she confirmed .

“okay let me get you in this thing “, I said .

She walked over to the St. Micheals cross and spread-ed her arms into the cross , with her face , facing towards the cross , I secure her arms and her legs. Unbutton her paint and pull them , she was wearing a thong so there was no need to pull down her panties . I gave her a deep kiss on her lips , and grab a handful of her long blonde dreadlocks and said in a firm commanding voice “YOU'RE MINE NOW!”

I begin pulling one hair as I slapped hand hard on her ass with my bare hand , while shouting insulting commands , and demeaning words at her , between the spankings I would slowly and gently rub her ass, and rubbing her clit . This went on for about 30 minutes . Now I was totally in the rapture of moment , and didn't notice a crowd begin to gather around us . It was mixture of men , and women , couples and singles . The men was asking my permission to touch or spank her . She told them “no! You can't touch , only my master can touch me !” , this was empowering to me since I was the only guy spanking her plump bare ass.

Once I was done , I untied her and we hug and kiss , we shared a very special moment . A moment of lust , submission , domination, and passion all rolled into one . Then she walk always and then I started getting the rock star treatment . Men we're coming to men shaking my hand , women was asking me to spank them next . Yeah all eye we're on me . Then the night took a turn of the strange and funny , all it took was one man to show me that some freaks fly their freak flag too high .

He come to me in a way too excited voice “DUDE , DUDE, DUDE, DAMN THAT WAS SO FUCKING , THIS MY WOMEN , SHE WAS GETTING WET WATCHING YOU, REALLY MAN FEEL HER PUSSY, MAN !”

I pass on the opportunity, and just stood there and let the man speak , this would allow me time to re focus on what was going on . Plus I didn't know his wife like , god know where her vagina has been before this encounter .

“ LISTEN MAN, MY NAME IS GOOCH , AND I'LL MAKE YOU OFFER TAKE MY NUMBER AND I'LL GET A MOTEL ROOM , I'LL DROP HER OFF , YOU CAN FUCK HER HUMILATED HER , MAKE HER YOUR BITCH . WHEN YOUR DONE I'LL PICK HER UP AND TAKE HER BACK HOME NO QUESTION ASKED DUDE”.

The most fucked up thing was he was serious , this dude wasn't fucking around , he stood about 5'5 slim build , but was in excellent shape , with brown gel spike hair . He was wear a dog collar that was made for a female . He also made it a point to so me and my friends he was wearing women panties , that right WOMEN PANTIES ! I thought I have seen it all but after being around this guy for 10 minutes I notice that my strange journey was far from over . His wife and him ,made their way into the open view room where him, his wife , tee , cee and some other they know had an orgy for the whole club to see . Well he did didn't really join in , he just fulfilled his foot fetish by licking and smelling all the other women feet in the while jerking himself off . All I did was watch not in shock or amusement, just thinking about how I set myself up for night like this and how I find myself in this situations. More the I think about it the more I feel I need to have a traditional relationship with women and friends .

The night was dying down , but one thing about tee and cee partying with never ends unless they say so , they invited gooch and his wife over to their (if memory serves me they never showed up ) we loaded ourselves back into blondedreads SUV and headed back to cee's and tee's place . Where I actually had the chance to fuck blondedread at their house , I have to admit the pussy was great . It was so great it was hard for me to lost my erection.. she was impression , she kept trying to bend it and was saying “look it so hard and it not going down” . Well I guess you dick would stay hard too after a night being put through the 9^th gates of blue ball hell..........

THE HALLWAY

COCK LOVIN' LESBIANS ..........

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Lust ! Holy City Style!!!!!

Well I know that I have had a bunch of sexual adventures in my short lifetime, and most of those adventures happen during my time in Charleston , South Carolina . First and foremost I spend a great deal of my adult life in South Carolina . Believe it or not it help sharpen my skills in communication with people , and most of all women , because talking to people in south is like working at the United Nations . Meaning that in every section of area is always a different lingo and customs , and in Charleston there's a complete different world in one part of town verses the other part . For an example, if you're in the downtown area back in mid 90's , there was and still is in flux of college students and non natives , so there was always something new to explore as far as conversation went . During this time the downtown was cultural hot bed of free thinkers , bohemians , and sexual liberation. King Street served as the hub for most generation X'ers to converge and expressed their disdain for status quot that rejected thought-out their teenage years . This was where I excel in finding friends that I would keep even to this day .

Then there was all the bars and clubs of area in downtown . Till 2002 most bars and clubs in the city did really close till 5a.m. Which means that most of dance clubs closed at 2 a.m. , and most of the bars didn't closed till 5 a.m. , the only drawback was that only beer and wine was served during this time. But I didn't care , just meant for me that the women in these places was good and toasted and was horny enough to fall for any game.

Now with being said , there's the polar opposite which was North Charleston , where downtown was tight little community of free thinkers , the North Charleston was no where near it . North Charleston was in a way the bane of the area , a working class area . Filled with factories and at the time the military base the sort of gave it economic support . Most of the population was black , living near or below the poverty line . Living in North Charleston did come with some risk in the ghettos but mostly it was the area where all the real action did happen at . Most of the hookers , strip clubs and porn book stores all exist in harmony .

I lived in the tiny town of Goose Creek , which was worlds away from all this action , for me and my friends at the time a trip to downtown offered us an escape from the rednecks , jock assholes , quiet lifestyle of the suburbs. I was still young and was staying with my parents but when some of my closest relatives from the Bronx moved down to West Ashley . I saw it as an opportunity to move in with a family I was a bit more comfortable with at the time. Living in West Ashley was still like living in Goose Creek expect there was more rednecks and more stuck up preppie assholes . I had a few comforts living there :

• My cousin Des , we we're born on the same day but a year apart from each other ( I was the elder one .)
• West Ashley was a short 30 mins. Bus ride from downtown since I didn't own a car at the time .
• I manage to find some cool friends there that share my love for death metal at the time .

After a short stint in the army I found myself right back where I start living with my family in West Ashley . Working at a shitty fast food job cause I needed a job fast and my cousin was already working there and help me get the job . The only thing that made these weeks go by fast was working up to Friday, because Friday nights was when I would hit downtown and partied my ass off all weekend . It was during this time frame where I would people that who impacted me for the rest of my life , and the women I share a bunch of moments and bodily fluids with .

these are going to be quick tells of hooking up in Charleston and other spots in the Southeast , During the summer of 1995 to the end 2007 . this might be a on going series(maybe ..)

• cock block by luck ….....:

some time there is times where my mouth and my looks can work against me either I want to or not . I was at an after hour bar on King Street that was know to be a local hang out spot for people who work in the service industry and strippers. I was there earlier because it was a week nite and most of the bars was slow on this night , including this one . The only reason I really stayed was because of a cute curvy blonde sitting at the bar drinking alone . I felt this was my time to make a move and maybe get laid on this nite . During this time I had the whole raver/punk look going on , My hair was bleached blonde and I had both of my ears pierced , so I made my move over to her, said down at the bar stool next to her and begin talking to her . The more I talked the more she smiled . And I was getting closer to wrapping this night up with her riding cock . That when this short , over tanned raven haired skinny chick jump into my lap and said in my book the worst pick up by a women .

“I don't like dating black men ….., but in your case I would make an exception....”

“oh really well that a good way to win me over, excuse me I was talking to my friend here”, I said .

“yea I know but I think your look is so sexy , and mother used to date black dudes who played football for the redskins before she married my step father...” said continued .

“well that tragic …..I hope y'all can work that out in family therapy. Now as you can see I was talking to someone “ , I said.

That when the blonde sat up and said “ well you can talk to her I gotta run anyway , if you're a regular here I 'll see you again. “

I tried to begged her to stay and said “ listen I 'll roll with you ,I'm done drinking any way.”

she smile and said “ it cool sweetie just chill here and watch over her , she's a bit drunk any way “

“okay , I will find you again . You can count on that .” I replied

She bailed on me and left me with the dumb skinny bitch who couldn't handle her liquor or didn't have anything remotely intelligent to offer me .

“ can you give me a ride to my house ?” she asked me .

Know that all hope was loss at this moment , I figured I had nothing left to lose.

“why not , where do you stay ?”, I asked .

“ ...on Smith street right off of Calhoun.” ,she said .

“well let's go “ , I replied .

I was glad this chick only live 5 minutes away from the in driving time . So I drove her to the apartment , which was an old 3 story historic made into a apartment for students .

“ are about you come up and chill with me for a bit “ , she Asked .

“sure ….” I said .

Well proceed up stairs to her apartment , made our way to her bedroom , where she stared to under dress herself and fell on the bed , she was lying there topless in her pink thong . That when I notice how tanned she really was . I can tell she wore a strapless bikini top because her breast was ghost white and the rest of her chest look like a well cooked lobster .

“so are you going to get a condom” , she asked .

“yep” , I replied .

She pointed to her dresser , I walked over and saw a jewelry box with 3 or 4 condoms on the inside, so I grab on and ripped open the wrapper .remove my jeans and stoke my penis till it reach erection . I had to do this because I wasn't really attracted to the female but I had revenge sex on my mind , revenge for cock blocking me from my real goal , but for mostly for being a stuck up racist bitch who want some black cock to get back at mommy for denying  it to her .

I removed her thongs , and saw ghostly white vagina with dark black pubic hair , which was groomed and trim , her labia did have the roast beef affect going . I might be going where most likely half a frat house has already been inside many of times . I inserted my penis inside the warehouse called a vagina , pumped inside there for like 20 minutes , came , then got off her and started to get dress . My back was turned to her while I was getting dressed , when I turned around I notice the little slut had fallen to sleep. I walked over to the trash pale by the dress to disposed of the condom and notice a one hundred dollar bill folded in a cup with some mix change , so I figured she used me for her black man sex fantasy and cock block me , and also used me as her taxi cab. I could take the money as services rendered . I garb the cash and made a speedy exit and went back to the bar to wrapped up my night of drinking . When I go to the bar I notice there was an extra bill in the fold, it was a fifty dollar bill .this was good because I used it to buy a half gram of blow with it .

I guess the night wasn't a total loss.

Blondes prefer butt sex.........

There is times where I have the ability to leave a lasting impressing on people . This one case it came back to bite me on the ass , but in a good way for a while . This happen on a Halloween night , I was hanging with K.Hopp while he was D.J.ing a gig at a club called channel red on King Street. It was a night where all the hip scene kids was there and local downtown hippers was gather at too . I was drinking and dancing most of the night either topless or in my wife beater .

I still can't remember how me and this women started to talk , but I know that see was smoking hot when I saw her. She was wear scrubs , I figured her costume was a nurse , but later on I would find out she was actually a nurse . She was had a nice set of triple D cup breast , and a pear shaped figured working for her. I invited her to dance , which see did . Then said to me while we was dancing

“you don't remember do ?.” ( I always fall victim for this …)

“ eeerrr not really at this moment, I'm so fucked up ,it hard to recall “ , I said .

“ well I met you at acme a few months ago with you're friend Waldo “ , she said .

“ oh I see....” , I replied .

We made our way off the dance floor , and sat down at the bar . She ordered a drink for us . We talk some more . She was with some friends from work on this night , they was telling her that they were leaving and going home for the night . This is when she figured to make the next move and go home herself . She asked to walk her to the car . I figured this would be my chance to make a move to hook up with her .

“ I don't know if I should take home with me , I barely know you ” ,she said .

“mmm well it a free country........” , I replied.

“ you know what I remembered the most about that night ?” , she said .

“what was that ?” , I asked .

“you big hard dick rubbing against my ass ….” , she giggled .

This was the open I was waiting for , so I figured to come with a smooth line on the fly and hope I hit a bulls eye.

“ well you know we're all strangers passing each other in the road of life , then we come to a intersection and crash into each other then a new world opens up to us .” , I said .

I know it sound lame as fuck ,but in my liquor fuel brain, this was the best thing I could come up with .

She open the driver side door on her car , then proceed to get in her car , there was a pause and then she unlock the door on my side . That was invite to go with her.

I was shock that this line actually worked , and the ride to her place on Folly beach turned into a Q&A .

“so would you do bondage with me ?” , she asked

“you tying me up or you ?” , I asked

“you tying me up …..” , she said

“sure no problem “, I replied .

“cool, what about anal sex?” , she asked .

“er you're not fucking me in the ass, no way!” , I demanded.

“ha ha no silly you fucking me in the ass “ , she giggled .

“sure you got it “ , I said

now this was the first time I ever had anal with a woman and the first time someone actually requested it to say the least .

We arrived at her place with was a small loft apartment , small but cozy . We sat on the couch where see pack a bowl of some fresh kind Bud weed . I took a few hits that when she invited to go upstairs to the bed . She stripped off all her clothes , and I must say that bra must suppress a lot of the breast actual size , because when she got topless it was like they grew another cup size . She gave me a condom , and bend over on the bed . Then she handed me a riding crop and said ,

“spank my naughty white ass!”

So I had to take a crash course on using a riding crop, I figured I must have done a good job because she got dripping when I started to go down on her. Then stick my cock inside her ass, she screamed at the top of lungs . I'm pretty sure she woke up a few neighbors , and might've made think she was getting murdered. It was getting so crazy ,every time I would go deep she would take her hand and cover her mouth . We ended up fucking like this a few times that night , till we passed out . She gave me a ride home that morning since I did have a car at the time and she did bring out to the beach where there no was running buses . Once at my house we had some small talk , kissed and I asked her for her number to keep in touch with her, she wrote it down and place it in my pocket and left the car and went inside my house . I took a power nap because I was still a but hungover and she fucked the hell out of me that morning before I left . Later on that evening I went to call her , dial the number and got a recording telling me that the number was disconnected. All I could think is that a dumb move , you give me a wrong number, but let me know where you live ? Oh well I just paid her a visit when I went to Folly Beach the next day and teach her a lesson in manners......

the blueprint of me.............

Since I started writing these stories I always write about the funny side of my life . Yeah , there been stories of torrid sex with women , and giving you, the reader a small peek into my life , but with joy there is pain . There are turning points in life that can change us forever. Peeling away a part of our soul and leaving behind former ghost of ourselves. I walked down many paths in life , and befriend people from every walk of life . In still there was those who impact was so deep that it left an impression that can't be remove .

I was going to write a new story about the time I was cheated on , and few other interesting details. That was the plan for most of week. That was until less than 24 hour ago . I came home from a small get together with some new friend (to be it lightly ) , and check my facebook page. I had two new friend request . One was from someone I knew from high school, which isn't unusual for me I found a great deal of former high school friends through facebook (as well as a bunch of pornstars too! God bless them!). The second was from a person I didn't recognize for a brief second , then I went to the profile page . I remember that I had a small heart attack scare back in November, at moment I started to have the same pain both physically and mentally . She was the first great love in life and then in a flash my greatest heartbreak and failure in my love life . Yes I know I was young then (22) and was inexperience in my love life, but for the first time in my young life I had my first true taste of what it felt like to really love another human being that wasn't related by blood or because they made come hard from sex . It was deeper and more emotional that what I could ever compare to know nor feel .

It was in 1996 when my world crash into hers . I was hanging out and dancing at a party , on King street in Charleston at the old Treehouse club . My best friend at the time K.Hopp was djing at on that night. It was a small room downstairs in the lounge area. He was in rare form this night spinning some deep house music and Detroit style techo music . The room was very dark this night a few clubs lights barely keep it lit to see the other people dance within each other . There wasn't a bar so getting drunk was out of the question , but K.Hopp always keep some booze and weed on him so I was feeling good on this nite . I knew almost all the regulars in the downtown Charleston party scene, but there was two new faces in the crowd . The one person that a cute wavy hair woman wearing blue jean and a t shirt dancing in the corner with a sightly taller slim blonde women . So I made my way over to them and started dancing . Now for the record , the rave scene in the southeast was the kind of scene where sexuality was open and free , free from the egos that made the mainstream party scene sleazy and vile in my eyes , so I never had the idea that I would hook-up with someone in this scene let alone date someone who was embedded in it . It seem like this women and I would dance for a long time , but it wasn't that long it was just that K.Hopp was spinning a long fucking mix . When he crossed faded into the next song we stop and took a seat .

“wow you're a good dancer....”,she said.

“thanks , you're not too bad yourself”, I replied

we talked for what it seem like 45 minutes or maybe more. At the time she was the most intriguing women I have met at the time . She asked me question that I never had a random women asked me before . Things that made me think deeper about myself . It was a bit refreshing in way now that I look back at it , Because Charleston itself was a cesspool of mindless drones and the mindless sluts who loved them (sorry but it true why you think I moved out of that 3 times already!). As the hours got later ,she invited me back to her house for a post party relaxation. Her roommate manage to hook up with the guy promoted the party, so we pack ourselves into her roommate's 2 door Toyota and made our way over to their apartment , which as I shit you not right ,down the street from my place . It was a much nicer apartment then mine , we made our way to her room , we started to make out , things was starting to get hot and heavy , as I started to pull off her shirt , she stopped dead in my tracks and said ,

“er , I wasn't planning on something like this to happen , let me change. I'll be back in few “

she got off the bed and went to her dresser draw and grab a few items out of the draw and went to the bathroom. Here I am laying in her bed waiting on her to enter the room . It seem like hours even though it was only 20 minutes , she entered the room . Oh my god she walked out the room a cute hippie chick , only to return as a goddess of love . Wearing whole entire Victoria secret page 3 collection . She even had on the rode . I felt guilty because on this night I was free balling , so I figured I needed to make foreplay last a little longer than usual . Up to this point I had a great of sex with ladies , and it was good but for the first time in my life this actually felt great, I mean that I was just mindlessly fucking some just to come , I had passion , I had emotions and most of all I was happy . It was safe to say I was in love , yep that all it took one night of dancing , conversation, and passionate sex to bring me too my knees . I know a lot of my readers and friends never thought that it was possible for me to get pussy whipped, but in a way I did . I even went farther to show that I was whipped by show up at her house two days after that first encounter at 8 A.M. ( can someone say psycho stalker please !) , she was shock that I popped up by house her place without calling first or maybe the fact that it was 8A.M. On a Monday morning and she was in the middle of getting ready for work that day . I didn't completely blow my chances after that stunt . We started spending a lot of time together . I introduced her to my friends in the King street scene and she showed me a different views about life . It got deeper and deeper for everyday , of course I was still mess around with other women but there wasn't a commitment factor thrown in the mix yet . Then one week she did a game changer on me , it was one nite when we just finish having sex she told me about her plans for the rest of week .

“ I have an friend that I was in the navy with coming over for a week” ,she said .

“oh ,really is this a male friend ?” , I asked .

“ yes , he's my ex . I dated him when I was in my first year of service . He is older than me, but he's a really nice guy and I promise him that I would let him stay here and show him around . I just need you to stay away from the house till he leaves on next Sunday . Okay?”

“yeah it cool” , I said .

For a whole week I avoided contact with her. No calls, no visits , I was a ghost . I was doing a job staying away , even though I was getting mentally dope sick not seeing for this period of time. Yes it was that bad for me . Then it happen I bumped into her at another club in North Charleston on a Saturday nite , all I was thinking was “fuck! , I've tired all week to avoid this from happen I can't let her see me . Maybe I should leave . No , this club is big enough to hide in “. and before I can find a good hiding spot , see saw me . Those eyes was fixated on me , but she was with him and group of other people , so I played it cool and keep my distance . Then there was a moment when she step away and came over to me and started talking me .

“ hey , we just wanted to check out this club tonight ”, she said.

“yeah this is my anti-downtown club , I been coming here for quite a while now “ , I said

“okay , well he's leaving tomorrow morning , so how about you come over later on that night around 8?” ,she said .

“sure I'll see you tomorrow then “,i replied.

That Sunday night I came over , we talked for a while . Made our way to her bedroom and made up for week worth of sex in about 2 hours . One thing I grew comfortable doing with was pillow talk after sex, because up to this relationship I just had sex and after the deed was I got dress intermediately and try to find a smooth way to exit as smooth as my entry. It was at this time she made her power move and said out of no where

“just to let you know I never had sex him while he was here .”

“well just to let you know I don't if you did .”, I said

“oh? Why is that “ , said asked

“well I'm not really your man , I don't pay your bills , so really I have no say-so on what you should do with your body .” , I explained.

She gave me a smile and said those three little words to me.

“ I love you.....” and wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest.

“ I've always you loved you....” I replied .

At this moment that was the game changer for me because I never told anyone “ I love you “ unless I really meant . Especially to a women unless I was really in love with . To understand this part of me you have understand my upbringing . My mother is a very affectionate women , for the most part she didn't give a lot for materials in life , but she did give me a lot of love . Even still to this day she has the power to say things to make me feel like I'm still 5 years old . To me those three little words are powerful to me , and when they come from someone who isn't related to me it very strong . This was the moment that change everything . In my eyes this was a shift from just being some guy that she was just hanging out with and fucking to a full blown boyfriend , so I believed . There was moments when she wanted to even wanted to go farther into the relationship , she asked me to moved in with her, but my fear of failure kept me from committing to that act . When I look at back at the smarter thing to do was accept the invite and let the cards fall where there may, but I was immature chicken shit and accept the ofter which was the first step in my downfall . The best failure was yet to come .

It was the month of August she had plans to make a trip down to Orlando for a big rave party that was happen down there , she asked me to go with her with I was accepted the offer . The plan was we'll go to the party , hang out with her friends , then on the way back stop at the camp site for the nite and camp outside .but there was another strange catch, since we was going to be around her friends she didn't want me to act like I was her boyfriend around them . Which I thought was complete bullshit but any , it seem like a great idea at the time . This trip was to take place in September . I wasn't living near her at the time , matter of fact I moved even move farther away to North Charleston, just because the rent was cheaper than West Ashley . I was rooming with my aunt which is my mother's youngest sister . I had my money saved up for the trip , that when she informed me that she needed $200 since her boyfriend at the time had to spend some of their money to repair the car that they had , I knew they needed that car to get back and forth to work . I gave them the money that I had saved up for my weekend , I had to help her out and cancel my plans to take the trip , short to say she didn't take the news well .

“so are you ready for the trip”, she said

“yeah , about that . There's been a problem . I had to give my aunt the mother to fix her car , since her and boyfriend didn't have any extra money to fix it ,and they need that car to get around .” , I said

I could almost feel the disappointment in her voice and she said , “ man I getting tired of you not having your shit  together I' ll just see you when I get back.” then she hung up.

Most of that weekend I was a bit pissed that I gave that money away but in a way now that I look at it that trip would've destroyed us anyway, because later on I would find out that the friend we was going to stay with was an ex-boyfriend , so that was her whole point of making her “friend” in front of those people who knew here best . Matter of fact when she came back I begin to see less and less of her. Until one day she called me up and asked to come over and hang at her new townhouse , and I got a bit of a surprise when I saw her, her roommate , her roommate's boy and her friend from orlando who moved in with her . I mean it was apparent that they was dating because the town was a two bedroom .

I was never great at math but two rooms divided by two couples, it was easy to see what was going on .

I went into break up depressing on the worst level , only my closest friends knew what kind of hell I was in . It was on one fateful nite when I bumped into her at level 2 of all places (this club has to the focal point of everything in my life ) . she came over and asked me a quick question.

“yeah I was hanging with K.Hopp one day and asked him how you was doing and when was the last time he saw you?”

“yea you did?” , I asked .

“yea he told me to stop fucking with your head , and that I've done enough damage to you .” , she said

I shot back “ well he's right in away “

“ listen Damond you're the pure sweetest soul I know around here , I never meant to hurt you.” , she said to me .

“ well I feel like my heart has been cut out , you have no idea how much I loved you.” , I said

she shot me one of those smiles that always made my heart melt and said “ come home with me tonite”

I knew I would want this , but I had to asked her the ultimate question that could sum up where I was in her book .

“well if I come home with is this going to bring back together again?” , I asked

“well I'm not thinking that far ahead” she replied.

“well I am , not coming  if it not all then it's nothing “ , I said

when I look back at maybe it was test or maybe not . I know that months later I would end up having sex with her one last time , and then she would have a new man in her life . Those few months I had with her echoed in my life  forever . After this relationship I figured that it just doesn't pay to get emotional invested into a women , so seeking revenge on the female gender and becoming self destructive was my new goal . To bury myself in a dark world of sex , drugs and rock and roll . This was the only way I could numb the  pain . I was aim to fuck , fight , drink, smoke and snort my pain away . Tyler Durden was right “ it only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything”................

Level 2 Quickies ...........part 1

Well is going to be the first in a series of small stories involving hooking up at level 2 on Market street back in Charleston SC, this club was responsible for me meeting the mother of my two beautiful daughters, and the second woman I fell in love with . It was also the club where I got the chance to screw a lot of hot chicks at too , some of them we're locals , some were vacationers , and a few were drunk college girls. This is my ode to level 2 the club is gone now and has be replaced with a new name and a new look , but if those walls could speak it would call me the biggest man-slut who ever  grace it floors .

Ass identifier.

Well one this night i was hanging with my two home boys I was making with music , Moody, and Crazy Red, Of course Moody was at bar pounding down drinks and Crazy Red was following me trying to learn my gift of game (whatever..). I pass by a group of women dancing together . The shortest member of the group sees me , step in front of her friends and says ,” hey ,do you remember me ?” and I really at that moment didn't remember her , so I had to buy myself some time . I came up with this clever line,”yeah I do we had sex once didn't we “ . she smile and said “yes , we did .” . I was in a Mexican standoff . I had to go back in my mental Rolodex of ass . I kindly asked her “can you turn around for me ?” , in which she did I when I saw her big , plump ass I had total recall. “ SEXY K !” I yelled . “oh ,you remember me ?!!!!?? “ she replied . “ yes I do how could any man forget that sexy ass!” I said . We ended the night screwing at night in Moody's spare bedroom . Sometimes it pay to be an assman .

your mommie is my lil' slut, plus your grandma got my cock on her breath

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my cheating heart............

The age old question has always been why men cheat. People have done studies, written books, and fucking television shows on it. Well, I’m not a social science major   or anything near such an expert, by I do know why I did it. The reason on why i cheated was simple, pussy. Most importantly; new pussy. I think I suffer from A.D.D in every facets of my life. Everything I did was only interesting for only a short period of time, and then the thrill was gone. I needed something new to occupy my time. Since sex was the one thing  that never got old too me , just the women I was having sex with did .believe me I met and slept with some interesting  women through  the years  and for what it worth it was great .still the greatest challenge for me in my love is going the distance in a relationship. Getting the girl was the easy part, staying fateful and loyal was the hardest part for me. I knew cheating was bad, I knew it would hurt the one I love but I just couldn’t help myself .For me this habit was more psychological then just a man who couldn’t control his impulses, the smalls things about a woman that I thought was sexy I would use it as a reason for me to fuck her, like the time when I was at the Plex in North Charleston, and there was a sexy redhead, she was 5’2, plump, and had an BIG ASS!  This was still around the time when butt cleavage was still in fashion. She was wearing a hot red lace thong (and I’m a sucker for women who wear sluttly underwear!)  A pair of low raised blue jeans and a cute halter top. All I could think about when I first saw her  was “I wonder what’s she like in the bed, is she a screamer, a moaner , a biter, maybe a squirter . Does she swallow or spits. Mmmm I’ll just have to find out the hard way. Yea it was safe to say I fucked her that night, and many more nights after. That was until the night I left my phone at my baby momma’s house and she read a few racy texts from her and that sealed my fate.

Most of my troubles in this department always starts with me trying to get a little more than what I have at home, but most of the time the main reason is the thrill of the hunt. I know it sounds fucked up , but the real thrill for me wasn’t the new pussy . It was the feeling to stalking, chasing , and bagging my prey .A lot of times I would just go into a bar , or a nightclub , walk around the room a times before I going for the kill , you know like how a loin seek the weakness animal in the heard , this works about the same way.
Now ladies, there is tell-tell sign you give off to men like me that you are in the “other “woman department. Hers a small list:
One.  You just got out of a bad relationship and you been out so long you don’t realize how much of date field has change since the last you were single.
Two. Mostly too much going on in your life (i.e. being a still parent, working full time, going school...etc)
Three: sometimes wanting too much too fast, being co-depended is working against you. For a guy like me this is too easy, I used to say the thing they wanted to hear, Ease their fears and go for the kill, before she knew what happen I was already on to the next victim. 

           Yes women when it comes to getting “played” you can be you own worst enemy. It mostly about numbers, since woman outnumber men 2 to 1 on the planet this is how the ball rolls.
I know you think I’m a pig at the moment for mention this, but remember there is a silver lining to this. Remember ladies you hold the biggest cards, and yet you never play them right . That right you hold the PUSSY! That the main goal for most of the players, macks , pimp, and assholes name Damond is hunting for . Even though most of the time, most of you ladies with bet small with your pussies and bet big with your hearts. With that being the dumbest move you could make. Trust me. Men know it just a matter of time before you’ll cave in and give it up, so why keep playing the game. Well here’s why .no matter how long you make a man wait for the sex , he’ll keep playing this game , but keep in mind while this is going there are others out who’s giving it up to him , as he grows bored with them , his interest in you is increasing , but only for a simple reason . You have become his Moby dick , bigfoot , the myth that is escape him .you can use this to your advantage .You can get him to either respected you more or walk away and have him  find some other low self esteem stank to fuck with. I should know I fell victim to this trap many of time and can’t say it wasn’t fun .but for men like me there’s always a way around any problem.

Which this brings me to a small story, at the time; when I was the biggest slut in my relationship. also in my first real relationship. Meaning that we lived together and I had to be crafty about my screwing round .her name was Shirley she was a psyche major at the collage of Charleston at the time. I met at the same place where I met was going to met the future mother of my children at .Level 2.
          We fooled around on the date floor and flirted with each. Around this time there was a hurricane that came through Charleston most of collage in the empty moved most of students up state only a small handful of them stayed in town, she was one of those few. And I was house sitting that week for my friend K.Hopp who went down to Florida to do a D.J. gig down there , which was cool for me since I was living in the north area , and having a spot downtown to crash was a sweet idea  and made my exploits easy . Well I and Shirley exchange words and then she invited me over to house. She gave me the address which was a townhouse on coming street, but I was a drunk at the time and didn’t know how short term my memory was. When I got to the street when she lived on I forget the house number all I could remember was the apartment number .so I figured since there was only two on each side of the street a process of elimination would best . That what a drunken mind would get to think at 3A.M. which I would later find out was a horrible idea. I ended up knocking on the wrong door, which the home belong to an very old white woman, who panic and call the police, before I figured out what was the right apartment I was surrounded at gun point by 3 of Charleston finest .After a fail effort of trying to tell them my story I found my being driven back to North Charleston. So a few days later I finally figured out where she lived, and maybe my way back downtown. During the course of the evening we talked and laugh , then we made our way to her bedroom where a condom was waiting on the bed to be put to proper used .
After that night we started spending more and more time together,. Before I knew it I was in a relationship, a real one. We were living together. I was working; she was going to school and working. And between all of that I was partying, and screwing around here back at any given moment that I had free.
         It was like I had multi-life going on , there was my home life and then my street life , and my sex life , where I could remember having up to six women I was sleeping with at the same time . I really had it down to a science and I got bolder about it. I could remember having two ladies I was screwing with at the time around the corner from each other. The only reason  I wasn’t caught was because my aunt’s townhouse at the time was on the same street of one the ladies, so my aunt was my unwilling alibi. most of time I saw most of these women I kept my time short and always used a lame excuse to after we had sex so I can make my way over to the next woman. While all of this was going my dear Shirley had no idea how much of a dirty slutty dog I was. 
During this timeline I had a new look and a cool swagger going for myself. Where I had my hair dyed blonde, and I also was working at an Adult video store called big Jim’s (a.k.a video plus). Since I was also hanging out at most of the strips clubs and another club called plum crazy it seem the town was mine for the taking. And why not, the store afforded the opportunity to watch porn all night all, and cool horny slutty women willing to do sexual favors for a discount for goods in the store. And I could have my friends or any ladies come over and hang out with me to kill the boredom of working 3^rd shift. Once again while all of this was going my girlfriend didn’t know about my side action.

               There is a time when you get bored with life, even when things are going good. For me I was getting burn out with the whole sneaking around , so in order to feel the rush I had to push my fucking around to the edge and get bolder about who I was fucking , and where I fucked them . Shirley and I first apartment was a two bedroom flat which the smaller room serve as our guess room. We had many of friends and family that stayed in that room , but there was one guess we had staying over that I was going to push myself and most likely my relationship to the edge , she was one of my friends who was couch hopping from friend’s to friend’s house. She was also known to be a bit of slut too, but she was hot. Really usually not the type of chick I go for. She was about 5'3 145 lbs, and had a perfect set of double d tits.  We first hooked up when Shirley was out of town visiting her parent , who lived closer to the North Carolina border , it was just a matter of time before she was going to need a place to stay .I know what you thinking how this women ended up staying at my house with my girlfriend not raising hell about it . Well here’s how. I build up her image in my girlfriend’s eyes as a platonic friend , someone I was never going to stick my dick  into , and since she met about 4 or 5 female friends who was in this class to , she couldn’t  tell friend from foe .
                On this fateful morning I just finish working 3^rd shift at the video store , and Shirley was in class for the morning , and my sexy little house guess was in the room sleeping . I was in the mood for a morning quickie before I took a nap later on that day. I walked in the room, starting fooling around with her, pulled off her thongs, flip her belly. And was fucking doggie style, right when I came I heard a sound of a car door closed. It was Shirley. I had about less than 2 minutes to get my cock out of this chick’s pussy and descent to the living room and pass it off like that nothing didn't happen. The heart was race as well my feet. This softly sprinted out the room to the living room. Where the TV was on, and I play off like I was there the whole time.  She walked in the saw me lying where I gave her my best Oscar worthy performance. She brought it hook, line, and sinker. 
Best was yet to come in over relationship. And cheating has become such a way of life to it was becoming easy as breathing. I want out of this hell I was putting myself through. With that came an idea, not the best one but one that I figured would free me and she’ll have no choice but to leave me. I was fooling around with stripper name peaches. Peaches was short curvy chick, didn’t have much in the breast department, but she did have a thick ass. The other thing I found sexy on her was here tramp stamp tattoo that read” DADDY’S LIL GIRL”.  One would think that a girl with a tattoo like that isn’t repressing any hidden daddy issues, right? Wrong, very dead wrong. The first time I fucked her, and she called me “DADDY!” it wasn’t sexy, because  it wasn’t like a sexy grown ass woman voice, it was like a baby, or childish voice. Every time she said that I felt like a pedophile, which isn’t hot at all.
Well I was seeing peaches going to her house and staying there till 6 a.m. with Shirley’s car no less. More and more this went on the felt like something gotta give. Either Shirley has to see for the scumbag I became or peaches will.
        Most of the time if any of my ladies want to get in  touch with they had to hit me up on my pager, I never gave them a direct line of contact with me., but I broke this rule with peaches. I gave her the house number and never told her when a good time to call was. On this fateful night Shirley was going to go out and I was going to chill my cousin at the house. So when I thought she left out the apartment I jumped on the phone with peaches. Much to my surprise she didn’t leave and she heard the conversation on the line. She kicked in the guest room door and screamed
“YOU MOTHER FUCKER WHO IN THE FUCK IS THAT!”
And peaches heard her though the phone and said” IS THAT YOUR BITCH I’M COMING OVER TO KICK HER ASS!!!!!!!!”
In my sick twisted mind I was thinking “this going better that I planned I get to kill two birds with one stone, sweet!”
But no peaches didn’t come over and Shirley didn’t break up me with on the spot, but we did have the “talk”.
Within that talk the revelations begin to spill out. We were drinking talking calmly, and she asked me. “How many times did you cheat on me?”
“You first  ...” I said.
I was just trying to buy myself sometime and maybe shift some of the guilt.
“3 times with the same person, you knew about that guy.” she informed me
“Now you ....”  She said
“ mmm I can I have some of you wine I’m out .” I said taking the glass away from her hand .
“26...” and I took a sip of the wine, fearing that she could use it as a weapon later on.
“26 times with the same person?” Said Shirley with a heavy voice.
“no 26 diffident women ...” as took another quick slip from the glass .
“WHAT, YOU FUCKING SLUT!”  She shouted.
“Who, who were they?” she demanded.
         I only told about the few she knew by face and name, the rest I with held. Not because I wanted to protect them.Just because it was pointless most of them we’re meaningless to me anyway. She didn’t know them and still till this day wouldn’t know who they were even if met out in the street unless my name surfaced in a conversation (which she told me this have happen a few times). Still she didn’t leave for the next few months our relationship became more dysfunctional. We ventured into an open relationship I guess she figured if you can’t beat em’, then play their game too. This was met with mix success, since I was still out whoring around this work in my favor. Since she was getting herself some strange dick while I was out fooling around I didn’t have to feel any guilt. In closing of this tale, me and Shirley broke up, it was for the best .it was a lesson learn for the both of us, but I still think we’re trying to figure out just what we have learned.
Now ladies I hope you took in some cues from this tale because there was tell - tell signs that all men do when they cheating on you   or you’re being used as the other women or both . Here’s a few.......:
You can’t show up at his home, work or one of his homeboy’s house without checking with him first.
Your contact with him is limited (such as short talk time , he’s comes over your house for a quick” nut”, or there’s only a certain time of the day when you can call him).
Beware of female “friends” some are just friends , but is the bitch he’s fucking and she knows who you are,and will be  waiting for you to either dump him or him to dump you, or cause enough drama to make both of these things to happen . The only thing  was that I was good at was playing a shell game of 
having a bunch of female friends I wasn’t fucking , but there was at least one I was screwing and she knew I had a girlfriend .
Time is the enemy to a man that is screwing around, so if there’s a lot nights that he doesn’t come home till after 6 a.m. well I got some bad news for you. There isn’t any bar or open past 5 am. Unless you lived in NYC then this rule is void.
The biggest one is what I like to call the “fall guy”. Most single men have their “wingman” the one guy , who going to take one for the team when they go out this dude is the guy who get the “ugly” friend so his buddy can score the hotter one. This position gets  boosted to the “fall guy “ this dude is the false alibi for the man who creeps around , he has a name and a face , but he doesn’t  hang out with your man that much (unless your man is on the down low , and if that the case good luck figuring that out. Cause I got nothing for you on that.)
Most of my “fall guys” had be a friend that my girlfriend might’ve only met once or never seen but hear me talked of them.
And last but not least you need to see at least one time where he lays his head at, if you never been to his house then more than likely he has a woman in his life and no  it isn't his mother .
Well ladies this you story for today. But don’t worry fellas I got ya’ll back on the next one trust me ........