When I was living in Los Angeles directly after my divorce, I started dating almost immediately. I wasn't as selective as I should have been, and there were many drunken nights with many drunken sluts. I think I helped Trojan cut a bigger profit that year.
One of the "maybe I shouldn't do this" girls was a bodybuilder named Lisa. She had sent me a photo of herself in full workout mode and I wasn't attracted, but had never even spoken to bodybuilder chick before, so we did go out to lunch. We went to this high priced place in Santa Monica and she was wearing a little outfit with her tummy showing. Now I thought I was fit, but she was iron woman. It was a little weird, but as she talked about how she worked out different parts of her body, I started to get interested. As we walked out, I asked to see her again, and we made plans to go out again, but for dinner this time.
The very next night, I met her at her apartment in Woodland Hills on Topanga Canyon. At the door, she was wearing another one of those small outfits. We were both happy to see each other and I gave her a hug. I pulled back a little and said "can I have a kiss?" and we started kissing. I was turned on but the muscles were a little strange. She had great tits as most of these muscle women have implants. I ran my fingers over her tummy and brushed against her bellybutton which was as hard as a rock.
We paused to have a drink and then got right into the bedroom, putting our wine glasses down on the dresser. It's weird, but a really fit girl seems to have a lot more of her private parts on the outside. It's like more of the labia pokes straight out. Still, it was all good on the inside. It was too strange for me in the end. We fucked and fucked for about 40 minutes. I finally got off (without a condom, bad, bad, bad), but I didn't want to repeat the performance.
About a day later I called her and told her I couldn't see her again as I was unexpectedly taking a job in San Jose. That ended it, but at least I know what it's like to have sex with a she-monster.
One of the "maybe I shouldn't do this" girls was a bodybuilder named Lisa. She had sent me a photo of herself in full workout mode and I wasn't attracted, but had never even spoken to bodybuilder chick before, so we did go out to lunch. We went to this high priced place in Santa Monica and she was wearing a little outfit with her tummy showing. Now I thought I was fit, but she was iron woman. It was a little weird, but as she talked about how she worked out different parts of her body, I started to get interested. As we walked out, I asked to see her again, and we made plans to go out again, but for dinner this time.
The very next night, I met her at her apartment in Woodland Hills on Topanga Canyon. At the door, she was wearing another one of those small outfits. We were both happy to see each other and I gave her a hug. I pulled back a little and said "can I have a kiss?" and we started kissing. I was turned on but the muscles were a little strange. She had great tits as most of these muscle women have implants. I ran my fingers over her tummy and brushed against her bellybutton which was as hard as a rock.
We paused to have a drink and then got right into the bedroom, putting our wine glasses down on the dresser. It's weird, but a really fit girl seems to have a lot more of her private parts on the outside. It's like more of the labia pokes straight out. Still, it was all good on the inside. It was too strange for me in the end. We fucked and fucked for about 40 minutes. I finally got off (without a condom, bad, bad, bad), but I didn't want to repeat the performance.
About a day later I called her and told her I couldn't see her again as I was unexpectedly taking a job in San Jose. That ended it, but at least I know what it's like to have sex with a she-monster.
