Strange encounters of Dick Sucking: continued....

 

So my special strange encounter of dick-sucking in Hasenheide Park has resurfaced in response to my recent post in Craigslist searching for an accountant to help me with my taxes in return for sex! Here is our conversation, as it really made my day!

Greetings and Salutations once again! Somehow I had a feeling you would be responding to this...with the math and all! Not sure if you would still be interested in helping me with my accounting needs and fucking me in return, since you have experienced me once before already. No need to send pic, I know what you look like and I already know you have a great cock! Are you familiar with freelance tax codes here? That is what I need help with...in return we can have some adventures together!

Aimmee

Anonymous: Wow, im too much on CL i guess... The BJ was probably the best i ever got and im tempted but i fear i dont have a Clue ..about taxes :) Since im not really an Accountant ;)

Well thank you for the compliment...really! I am glad you liked it! Its quite ok, not being an accountant and knowing taxes! Let me know if you ever need my services again though!

kisses
Aimmee

Anonymous: I will :)

Me:  You made it into my blog, anonymous of course!!!  http://confessionasofawhore.blogspot.com/2012/01/strange-encounters-of-dick-sucking.html  I hope you enjoy!

Anonymous: nice :) just watching this redtube link u posted...

 

 

Perverts on the Train

Yah..public transport moves more than students, elderly, businessmen/women, and dogs. They also carry transport of thoughts, rhythms/beats, hair, clothes and perverts. Have you ever looked around at the people on the bus or train and wondered when they last had sex, what kind of sex do they have, what would they be like in bed? I am sure you have! I know I am not the exception on this. I am sure it might be a little mind boggling to imagine a woman thinking these thoughts. But I have these thoughts....I also wonder if anyone looking at me on public transportation can tell whether I just sucked a guys cock in a park, or fucked a man on his conference table before the other employees arrived to work?!

The last few days I have had to get up early to go into an office job myself. For the first time I have had to utilize public transportation during business hours. Meaning the fucking wagons are full to capacity. There are a whole lot of peoples' sex lives to analyze! I have to turn on my iPod and listen to music to distract my though processes. However, one day my iPod was out of commission and I was left with my thoughts. I was standing on the bus, close to the door sandwiched between a crotchety old lady who was cussing out the bus driver for always being late and this really hot guy with beautiful eyes. I finally had the chance to sit down and this hot guy was standing in front of me. His crotch right in my face. Dirty, dirty, dirty thoughts. It took everything inside me to keep from rubbing his cock :O I really was torn on this. I thought, hmmm he is a guy and I m sure it has been a fantasy of his or at least he wouldn't mind having a strange hot girl on the bus rub his cock on the bus. But then I saw he had a ring on. But I really wanted to do it.

Just wanted to share....it is not always men who are perverts. Curious....if you were the guy on the bus and I started to touch your cock....how would you react?

Something Completely Random..Part II

in continuing my conversation with the angry man....I am still torn on how I feel about him. I genuine heart seeks to approve of him, while my mind the logical side still has animosity towards him. I know the following may be a little confusing to follow, as it is only from one perspective, mine. I do not want to post every detail of my dealings with this man, especially all of his words. I think the important tid bits for you, my readers and for me...lay in my own words. So should anyone have read my posts and been offended, or still have a curiosity into the inner workings of this whores mind...I share this with you.

I have to say I completely understand what you are saying. But I am torn and the fence about what I think of you. And that is ok....funny tid-bit...my mother thought my father was an arrogant son of a bitch and my father thought my mother was a fat ass when they first met....they have been married for over 40 years. Not to take that as me being a romantic, because I have no place currently in my heart for such whimsical tragic tales.

I had the feeling you were acting out on the extreme, as you said, to get perhaps an equally and opposite response. If your not German, why so stand offish and closed up to truth? I find in you I have met my personal match in mental stimulation... I am more attracted to those who challenge me. Those who have to make me wonder, those that I cannot wrap in a pretty box and put under the tree along with the rest. I like your convoluted way of saying...I am still thinking! While in between thoughts you are speaking what is on your mind...and honestly. And for as much as you pissed me off in what you said, I did indeed appreciate the honesty...even if it was a momental fit of thoughts. I am the most honest person I think you will ever meet...in return it makes me naive in assuming an expectation of honesty in others.

I do not get off on hurting others and making fun of, however I do have a sense of humor and if I do laugh or recognize humorous situations in others....I have found equally or if not more humor in myself. If you can't laugh at yourself...well then? I am ridiculous.... but I personally find my ridiculousness a significant part of my charm. I am clumsy and own it, I am sexy and I own it, I am cute and I own it, I am usually quite smart and I own it, and yes there are moments when I am completely ignorantly dumb and I own that too!

I am usually the most misunderstood person and sadly...this is my hardest thing to own. It is the one thing that hurts me the most nd it will over and over. However, it doesn't stop me from trying to be understood. ( for the record, this bit of truth is making me cry t the moment) hormones maybe. 

I have become a whore to try and close myself off from trying to be understood, but its a conundrum... As much as I want to be understood, I have found some solace in being misunderstood...the one time I was understood, I let my guard down and my heart was ripped from me and never returned.

So where I lurk about, whether on Craigslist, on my blog, in my emails, in a cafe, or fucking men for money, I find my little bits of reckoning, comfort, and resolve.  

Something completely random..

 Yesterday I received several email responses from a man on Craigslist Berlin, who seemed very angry and irritated at me and the world. In fact, he responded to the Best Of Craigslist Responses, "Clean my Ass" and in my blog I called him a cooz. Rightly so at the time given the messages he had sent. But within some time, I emailed him basically asking what his problem is? I want to say, I am thinking he is not so bad after all and wanted to share little of this dialog with you, not just because I want to apologize for calling him a cooz, but to give some additional insight as to who I am as well. 

Mile High Club

This was written in response to "Mile High Applicant" 

 no you dont.

You dont want sex in a plane, because you dont want sex on the ground - or anywhere - you dont want sex and  you havent even got the confidence to be that intimate with anyone - how do we all know? You have told us just by posting any ad on craigs (tragic) list -
this thereby is an admission that you are unable to form relationships in person - an admission you are ill confident or ugly - or fancy that you are much more attractive and confident than you actually are so you appear ridiculous -
I would love to hear your honest answer to this - but we wont shall we - because you dare not reply to anyone at all let alone an attractive model who can meet men and women in any bar or shop on any day and get their card.
You clearly cant do this as you drag the depths of craigslist looking for sad men to reject - once you pretend you are serious about meeting.
You fail to convince you are a) even a woman b)heterosexual

as your ad doesnt reflect a person who understands female heterosexuality at all

am sure you shall show what a confident person you are by explaining this, perhaps also explaining, without showing, that you are a model, not doubt, who turns down stunning men every day

We have some serious anger issue don't we? Why are you cruising CL ads if you are so beautiful and can walk into any bar and get anyone's card? It is quite unfortunate that everything mentioned here in this lengthy email is all but true. However, it was in another response...you pegged me on the dot!

I am sure you are an interesting person...it shows in your very well thought out writing of free flow thoughts. If you would like to better know me...very female, very knowledgeable about female sexuality...it would be nice to start off on another foot!

We shall see indeed!

Best Regards

Sorry - you are going to have to explain more please!!

Am still not sure which you are (ah the plane person) you must be good if you can see through my stupid lack of control that I replied to anyone - you are right!

Anger issues? Yes probably right - even though it was an exercise in trying to write a reply to catch out liars that shouldn't have been sent at risk of it going to a "real person" -  but mostly moral anger that has got misplaced - if I wasn't sure people on free ads were mostly playing psychology chess - I wouldn't ever look or respond - and if they turned out to be genuine I would be sorry (which is why I don't look at these things generally)

I didn't use the word beautiful surely? I hope you didn't seriously get any hopes up?
I better check the other thing - does this mean it is too late to respond with a different email with the perfect response, only am sure even a real person, man or lady - prefers the [even role playing] debate like this? Tragic or not ??

After all if you are serious - that would beg the question - why would you post such an ad when you can get what you want else where - perhaps the answer is in the other email??

I would love to answer your questions...but I am not quite sure what the questions are? About me...I am a real woman. I find myself attractive...perfect...no...but I am full of great personality, a big heart, (that gets trampled more than not), and who has decided to play the game of sex, relationships, and curiosities more realistically. That is why I became a self made whore. To me, this is honest. The amount of times a day a woman gives herself away freely to undeserving men and gets no remuneration in pleasure or money is to me..a disservice and dishonest. I am realistic and hold no expectation, thus I am in control and am able to enjoy my activities objectively and freely.

I do not hate men, indeed the opposite. I may speak coarsely and with criticism, but only out of understanding and accepting men for who and what they are. I play on the realities and possibilities to gain further knowledge of this interesting species. When I know the rules of the game and the persona of the individual, I am able to offer myself this way to them and be open to creating an enlightening environment into my own soul, albeit, temporary.

I am in a crossroads in my life, where I made a decision based on acceptance of will and what is. Destiny if you will.....my heart has always been one of a romantic and hopeful for the settled perfect life. But my hunger for excitement, exploration, adventure...led me down a different path. I find these things stated above in a whole, through different partners, while making a living doing it. I am generally ok, because I have abandoned this idea of true love, my knight in shining armor rescuing me....I prefer reality and embracing it for what it is.

The sex on a plane...I have a vast account of various sexual exploits and from time to time I come up with something new that I want to try...for excitement, adventure, and eroticism. In my experience, one can only ever get, what one asks for. So asked for the experience of fucking on a plane. Last month was to meet a stranger in a park and blow them for money. Does this make me dirty or cheap? Maybe to some, maybe to me, but it is about learning ones self.

Why I place ads on CL. It was the first place I went to seek out free lovers. It actually consumed my time more than it should have. Plus I like to write and my ideas and thoughts became a social experiment. I wanted to see if what I was offering so long for free, someone would pay for?! Low and behold...they would. I liked my method of posting interesting ads, luring men in for great sex, and learning how to sell myself. After all, in real life, I am in marketing, but my biggest problem to conquer int he world of marketing, was marketing myself. So yet another social project or understanding myself. Anyway, I digress. I started placing several different ads, some real, older woman seeking younger guy, for example and then what I call dummy ads, threesome with a goat. I wanted to not only see what other peoples strange ideas of sex were about, but also see who was responding to my real ads, people seriously looking for something normal, and compare the responses to the ones a bit off kilter. This would serve to protect me from weirdos.

I liked selling myself through CL, because it gave me a chance to learn about the people I might engage with, rather than it just be me, a warm wet hole, so to speak. Those are not the encounters I wanted to sell. But then some man threatened me and my life and started bashing me there and it has broken my method of finding yes, the lonely and open minded men who would be willing to pay for a good sexual encounter. Men that are not necessarily unattractive, have nice personalities, and desire something more. Mostly, I place these ads in hope of finding interesting, passionate, and somewhat open minded men for a momentary encounter of bliss. We both get something out of it and move on. I also get a kick out of some of the responses that I get and these...these responses and experiences I have gained through doing this...has inspired me more than anything in this world to find myself, learn myself, and be productive in my endeavors. This is something I never had before and I hold it (myself) closer to me than anything.

I have gained many fans, many acquaintances, lovers, clients, success and connections by doing what I do...and in a very short time.

i hope this has answered something for you. If you would ever like to talk....free and freely with me, I am easily accessible. I am very real and want to be nothing less than. I am on skype at aimmee.dudevant or you can link right to me on my blog page by clicking "call me".

I hate my Girlfriend: Let's fuck! Part II

Dear Father, it has been 2 weeks and 3 days since my last confession. I have sinned once again. Fucking really loud in the middle of the night, disrupting my neighbors, possibly causing them to start fucking and disrupting their neighbors....I think I was responsible for the mass orgy that broke out last night in my neighborhood! But I could not help myself father. My lover had been away for a few weeks and all that sexual tension and desire for anal sex got the best of me....of us.

What should I have done? He called me at 2am asking to come over. I was tired and it was late, maybe I should have said no. But the moment I heard his voice again, my pussy started to pulsate and I could not think straight. I said, yes...please do. He arrived at my door a little over an hour later. He walked in and I could see his beautiful lustful grey blue eyes, even in the dark hallway. He put his bags down and went to the toilet, as a good man would to wash his hands! He returned to my room completely naked and his cock standing at attention. His perfect masculine body standing before me...desiring to fuck me made me wet. He placed his laptop before the bed and looped his favorite porn for us to have as background setting. He pulled my clothes off and immediately started finger fucking my pussy and I unleashed an orgasm almost instantly. He flipped me around, bent me over, pushed my face into the bed....I fought back with squirming, smacking, and clawing and he would just pull me back to him. He would grunt and bite me as I knew he hungered for me. He then reached for the condom and put it on and shoved his cock into my pussy and rammed himself over and over...oh father...his cock felt so good inside me...I could not breath...I kept cumming and cumming.

I climbed on top of him and put my hand over his face and then his neck while riding him faster and harder. He loves the way his cock hits the back of my pussy and it always makes him cock his head back in extacy. He always breaths harder and looks me in the eyes and smiles and then when we look at each other too long, he will smack me across the face. The he will hold me up grasping at my tits and smacking them. I love his abuse, his unbridled desire. It brings out the animal in me and I scrape and scratch at his skin making my mark upon his neck and chest. He flips me over and fucks me from behind....harder, faster, harder, faster and then slow deep thrusts while spreading my ass apart. I cannot stop cumming and howling. Between the bed and my screams the neighbors were getting restless and started pounding on the walls. The I heard my roommate get up and wander the house. The need to be quiet in that moment brought on a heavy deep guttural release into the pillow...he fucked me harder and harder and I could feel his cock get bigger and harder, then his grasp on my hips grew tighter and sharper and then he let out a loud grunting sigh and he collapsed beside me.

We were both out of breath and still completely turned on. Father...the porn before us did not help the situation. We watched as we regained our strength, lying in the puddle of my cum together. He pointed out the themes and observations of his porn collection....very few men in view and all were anal. Watching this stimulated my desire for him to be inside my ass. I asked him to fuck me again. He was already hard again...he tried to shove his cock in my mouth and even though I desired to suck his cock, I would not give in. He started to slap my face with it, he grabbed my head and tilted it back so he could see my face. But I kept my mouth shut for him to fight for it. He wedged his fingers into my mouth propping it open and then he shoved his cock into my mouth. At that moment I could not resist any longer. Father, I must confess....I never loved a cock in my mouth so much. I sucked him and deep throated him and I loved it. He pulled my head back by my hair in mid thrust and my mouth open and he spit in my mouth. Then he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and put it on. He bent me over and began to insert his cock into my ass. It was a little too rough and I howled in pain and pulled away. He sat back submissively and said, "I am so sorry, I did not mean to hurt you, you know that right?" His tenderness at that moment made my pain go away. I kissed him and told him I know!

I started to stroke his cock to bring him back to life. Rubbing my tits against him then turning around and rubbing my ass on his cock. This time I took control of the insertion. Slowly spinning my ass in small circles to stimulate and relax, slowly he would go in deeper and deeper, once he was finally inside my ass completely, I could feel a bulge of tension from his cock. He started to glide in and out, nice and slow working it out. Then once I was relaxed and open I told him to fuck me harder. He did, but he paid special attention to not fuck my ass as he does my pussy. But I told him harder and faster and he followed direction and father....I must say....I love his cock in my ass too. I think I have a problem. He only fucked my ass for a few minutes before he could not control his orgasm. My lover is not the after sex cuddling type, so he got up washed his hands and returned. We had really upset the neighbors, even in the second round as they were pounding the walls again.

He returned to the bedroom and we watched the porn some more and critiqued it when he grabbed me by my hair, pulled me off the bed, and directed me through my hallway to the living room. He shoved me over the couch and rammed his cock inside me and fucked me this way for a while, with his cock still inside me he directed me over to the middle of the living room and as we stood before the great mirror he fucked me some more. Then he through me down on the living room floor and finished his lesson in fucking quietly as my face was held down to the carpet. We had to be quiet, as the living room was next door to my roommates room and although it would not be good for her to walk out and see this beautiful young man fucking me in her living room, the thought of being caught was erotic and added to the excitement of what we had just done.

We returned to the bedroom and I gave him a massage in front of the mirror and then smoked a cigarette. We talked a bit and then I asked him to fuck me in the ass again. He is a good lover and usually able to go over and over and in this night, we fucked 6 times....FATHER.... I love his cock in my mouth, I love him drilling my pussy hard, I love him in my ass, I love his stamina and animal desire and creativity, I love all the bruises and marks he leaves behind....will I go to hell?

Mile High Club Applicant

 I need a vacation and also a new sexual experience. Why not fuck 35,000+ feet in the air. I am dead serious....anyone want to bring me on vacation and also join the MILE HIGH CLUB with me...I know the bathrooms are tight, but we could make it work!!!

So I have had sex in a car, in an elevator, and on a train....but I have yet to have sex on a plane! I am not quite sure what my appeal with sex on a plane is because the space is so small...perhaps its this particular challenge. In 2004 when I traveled to Europe with the ex that is now in prison, we thought about doing it. But being he was over 6 feet tall and I was a bit rounder than I am now...the odds were not in our favor. I think much like the seats in economy getting smaller, so are the toilets! Pretty soon I think either the floatation device or the barf bags will become the person releaving station all in attempts to make more seats available. However, in when this happens in the US, be prepared to have to pay for this additional convenience...prices will be listed next to meals offered...peanuts $5, Tofu $12, Soda $5, piss bag $5. I think the airlines are missing out on an untapped resource....instead of First Class and Business Class....the Mile High Club should have their own seating and lavatories. These lavatories should provide more counter space and an array of condom choices and of course larger mirrors!

I did however get masturbated by my ex-girlfriend, the dominatrix, on our flight from US to Brussels. It was pretty hot, although I had to hold myself back as we were sitting in our seats. I couldn't just sing my sexual melody right there in the cabin amongst all those people, nor could I squirt...I would get up and people would think I pissed myself. The other issue with that would be the entire cabin would stink of sex...without escape. Ohhh this makes me wonder! Would the aroma of sex in a confined space make people break out in an frenzical orgy? That might be a great experiment!

So having real sex on  plane for me has not been available and I have always wanted to try it. The closest I ever got to long distance fucking was on an over night train from Berlin to Brussels. (The returning leg of my trip with ex-girlfriend the dominatrix). We had missed our flight from Berlin to Brussels and had to be there in the morning to catch our connecting flight home. The airlines wanted like 400+ euro each for a simple flight that short distance....hell no!! So we booked on an overnight train, where we would have to share a cabin with one other person.

My ex and I had been stressed out and arguing even after we boarded our train. It had been a very long day of chaos and last minute hang outs with friends. When we entered our cabin it was small with 3 beds on above the other. I just wanted to sleep honestly. Tired and cranky was not becoming of me. I took off my shoes and jesus christ they stunk up the cabin! Nothing says sex like stinky feet! I climbed up on the top bunk with my ex still grilling me and pissing me off. After some time of silence and taking off, she climbed up on to the top bunk with me. She looked at me and said, "I know what you need." I said, "oh?" She started to seduce me with some kisses and tit play. Once she touched my clit though it was on.I was rendered helpless and completely vulnerable. She finger fucked me from Berlin all the way to Hannover (about 2 hours). We could feel the train slowing down and the anticipation of someone walking in on us made me cum all over. I sprayed the walls, he body, and my bed. She was right, she knew exactly what I needed. The train was stopping and she climbed off of me and the top bunk and opened the window, just as she farted. My God, I thought! This poor person I hope is not joining us at this stop. It reeked of stinky shoes, sex, and now a fart in a car. Just as I finished this thought and started laughing at the idea....our cabin door opened. Behold our roommate for the night. This poor woman...I know the stench just hit her like a brick wall and I could only imagine her strength not to turn around and demand a new room. I stayed up on the top bunk, still, pretending to sleep, much like I did when I was a kid scared of monsters under my bed. The less I moved, the less likely the monster would come for me. I stayed this way until I fell asleep. My ex and I did not speak until the next morning when breakfast was served. At this moment, I had no choice but to look this woman in the face. I was beet fucking red and she....couldn't make eye contact either. I thought ok, this is quite uncomfortable, but I will never see this person again. So I pretended like nothing happened and stroke up a conversation with her. Or at least I tried...she was either just a very quiet or anti-social person in general or she really was not amused!!

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