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.