Author Archive: Arrow
I’ve spoken about The Spanko already, but the Oral Fetish Sub, a 5’11” beautiful Italian girl, homegrown in the Valley really brought out the Dom in me. The great thing about it was that it was never expected, talked about or anything. It just happened. It was natural. She and I met on a website…continue reading.
I only met one person when I tried out the notorious Adult Friend Finder. If you’re not a couple or a “Big black cock,” chances of meeting someone is tough. The naughty site, after all, is all about playing out fantasies. And here, women are the ones who call the shots. One of them decided…continue reading.
I met a Valley girl on Match. When I say like-OMG-Valley, I’m talking Arleta, pretty hardcore, leave the Valley accent to Encino and West Valley Jewish girls. Anyway, our first date (we met once at a mall in public beforehand), I come to pick her up and she lives with dad. I walk up to…continue reading.
She found me on MySpace back in 2006 when I was in my mid-twenties. “Hola!” The subject line read — she’s originally from Chile. “Saw your pics….liked them…” The e-mail was innocent enough, but this 35-year-old woman’s profile photos consisted of one headshot and four close up shots of her huge breasts in various t-shirts.…continue reading.
There was that movie about kids back in the 90s, it opened up with a guy talking about fucking virgins and then moved to a scene where he convinced a virgin girl to have sex with him. It didn’t interest me, I never finished the movie. The whole breaking a girl in thing is weird…continue reading.
On my last diary post, a commenter asked for more on older women, specifically where to find them. I personally believe potential cougars and MILF partners are everywhere and that it’s more about taking a situation to that level. So before I get to the question of “where,” let’s list some basic tips: Older Woman…continue reading.
I was 21, she was 39.
I met her up at a Mexican restaurant over margaritas in Northridge. If only we were the same and she didn’t have two kids, we could have been a couple.
Our second “date” was at her place. She made me pizza with Trader Joe’s dough, she kicked my ass in scrabble, I played some piano for her. Then the clock struck 12 and it happened to just turn into St. Patrick’s day.
