The Freakiest 3 Sum Ever
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Posted:Sep 15, 2015 1:01 pm
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I was sitting in one of the few sports bars I visit on a regular basis. I had gone there many times and never picked up a woman. The main reason for that? I had never tried. I just didnt see it as that kind of place...even though it is in a very popular part of town (the area was actually named one of the ten best streets in the country by some national travel publication) Most of the times when I saw hot girls there, they were with a guys.
As I finished up my second beer, two girls came into the bar. One of them sat in the seat to my immediate left, her friend sat in the seat to her left. I spoke (cuz I have manners) she responded. For some reason, I remember her response was kind of short and univiting. I was fine with that, especially since I was only on a chill mission. She was a natural red head though...I have a spot for red heads. I couldnt help but to keep checking her out, as she loudly cheered for the Blues and talked with her friend and to the bartender, who she was friends with.
Her red, curly hair, cute face, sexy eyes...oh, nice tits and juicy ass finally got the best of me. I dont know what I said, but some how we started talking more. Her standoffish vibe was gone. After a short time of small talk, I asked her where they were going next. She told me she was waiting on a guy but if he wasnt there within the next fifteen minutes, she was going to leave with me. Ten minutes later, she got a phone call. He was on his way in, damn it. He came in, they greeted each other and she introduced me after they chatted briefly. We all talked for a bit then the two of them talked a little more privately. After a while he got up to go to the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom, I told her that he had 'saved' her from some of the most intense sex she would have ever had. She told me he wasnt her boyfriend, took out her phone, and asked for my number. She dialed it so I could have hers. He came back, they left together shortly after that but I did end up fuckin her a week or so later. It was some hot shit. 
While I talked with 'K' and her friends, I noticed two girls on the right side of the bar. They where several seats away, drinking, laughing, 20 something, and hot. I noticed them but I didnt pay them much attention. 'K' left with the dude and her other friend. I was alone again and turned on from the sexual energy exchange between 'K' and me. My horniness made me pay a little more attention to the two girls to my right. One of them was a cute blonde, the other a dark haired exotic looking hottie. The bartender noticed me checking them out and he says 'they are hot and they are lesbians' Holy shit, I was turned on but fine with the fact that nothing was going to come of that situation.
About thirty minutes or so after 'K' left, the darked haired girl walked past me to go to the bathroom. I said hi as she passed, she said hi. Of course I checked out her ass as she walked by...fuck she had a very sexy body with a round juicy ass. She was gorgeous up close. I tried to gather my senses so I wouldnt stare like an old perv when she came back. I saw her come out of the bathroom and head my way. I couldnt stop myself from looking her in the eyes again. I turned a little bit in my seat, towards her direction, and locked eyes with her. She gave me a look that I will probably remember for the rest of my life. She slowed down her walk, almost to a complete stop, and gave me a look that was a cross between a hot chick looking at the cutest kitten she had ever seen and a horny hot chick gazing at professional athlete or rock star who she wants to fuck at that exact moment. At the risk of sounding corny, her look hit me somewhere deep inside...and in the dick. I didnt say anything and she slowly kept walking back to her seat. I saw her say something to the blonde, they both looked at me and smiled. What the fuck??? I kept my cool on the outside as I was completely thrown for a loop on the inside. What the fuck...'Hey bartender, give me another drink and give those two what they want' He gave them their drinks first and let them know they were from me 'Awww thats so sweet. Thank you so much. Why dont you come over here and join us' What in the world is going on here...>: )
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I had a threesome in a funeral home...
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Posted:Aug 20, 2015 7:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 2:15 pm
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How's that for my comeback story? I'm gonna need some kind of proof (publicly on this post or privately through email) that y'all REALLY want this story. 😉
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Really...Really
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Posted:Jul 24, 2014 7:19 pm
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...I'm gonna start writing again. For now enjoy this: an oldie but goodie that lead to my first fisting session.
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Really...
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Posted:Apr 16, 2014 2:03 pm
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...I'm gonna start writing again soon. Maybe while I'm on my much needed vacation in a couple weeks.
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Easing back into this
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Posted:Mar 24, 2013 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 2:16 pm
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To the couple/few of you who know and appreciate my writing...and have been waiting for more, thank you. I'm slowly coming back to expressing myself in this forum. I promise not to bore you.
I will talk about 'that group' I use to be in, but mainly to relive a spectacular meeting or two and to express my feelings about an amazing lady I met there. I won't waste much time on pettiness or the pitifully jealous folk who made me happy to be gone from it.
I'm excited about sharing myself through writing again. If one person feels and appreciates me, I will be satisfied. Man do I have some shit to share. 
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For those of you interested...
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Posted:Feb 5, 2011 8:01 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2011 12:13 pm
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...in the conclusion of My Journey, the upcoming blogs about the group 'White Women Who Crave Black Men' and an elaborate role play scenario that began in that group...call me on my shit. Comment here and tell me to stick to my planned schedule. That will give me added pressure to avoid procrastination. My plan is to go kick it tonight (kick it hard), do the super bowl party thing tomorrow, and have The Journey done by tuesday night. Then I will start on WWWCBM that same week. Thats all Im promising right now Wait, I have one more promise: If you read, you wont be bored with the material.
Im thinking about making these private blogs. I want the comment section to get pretty interactive. I dont want anyone still there to suffer any backlash for being honest with their opinions. So if you arent in my friends network and want to read, send me an invite.
I threw in the pic just cuz its one of my favs right now.
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My Journey pt 13
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Posted:Jan 26, 2011 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2011 6:54 pm
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Spending that whole first day and night in the house was more than enough time for us to recooperate. I had to get out that second day and see more of LA. After discussing options with saria, nymph and I decided to go to Old Towne in Pasadena for dinner. I figured a night out to eat was a good time to wear 'The Sweater' Not only that, I wore my new jeans, new shoes, the diamonds earrings (from San Fran) and nymph's (male) hat...all things accumilated during The Journey to LA. I was lookin too damn sexy. We made a stop at Trader Joe's for some stuff for the house on the way to Pasadena. We passed by The Rose Bowl Stadium. It was very cool to see such a historic sporting arena.
Old Towne was a cool area. It had bars, clubs, restaurants, shopping, etc. We had just parked the car to figure out a place to eat, when a group of 3 young whites guys walked up and handed us a flyer. He explained what the event was, then he said 'cool sweater dude' I wanted to say 'aint it though?' I thanked nymph and I smiled about it.
We walked around the area for a while...taking in the scenery, while looking for a place to eat at the same time. Our choice ended being a nice looking, small French place. We ordered smoked trout, goose liver pate, and something else from the appetizer section. I ordered the seafood pasta, and a few very good French beers. I didnt even know the French made beer. I didnt think I liked anything with liver in it, yet I ended up eating most of the pate. The meal and whole experience were both excellent. We headed back to saria's house. I drank had a few more beers, then we fucked. Im pretty positive that she asked me to fuck her ass again that night. I didnt though. It wasnt that I didnt want to...I was gettin turned on by not giving it to her. I love mind fucking, sometimes as much as mouth, pussy or ass fucking.
Like the previous couple of days, we didnt do much in the am or early afternoon. We did make plans to hit up a Cali beach for the first time. Saria gave us her opinions on which beaches she liked and didnt like so much. We took her advice and went with Santa Monica. Saria wasnt up for the beach, so it would just be nymph and me. Sinced we would eat dinner in Santa Monica too, I packed beach and dinner clothes. I had only worn 'The Sweater' for a couple of hours the night beofre, in a completely different part of L.A. I broke one of my etched in stone rules: not to wear something specific out in public 2 weekends in a row (2 days in a row is out of the question) I packed 'The Sweater' and everything else I wore the previous night.
This trip to Santa Monica would be our first taste of daytime traffic on the California highways. I had seen it in the movies and heard alot about it. All the shit I had heard was true. There were so many fuckin cars, so many different lanes and highways. The people weren't the friendliest drivers either. With all that going on, plus my not being the easiest passenger to keep calm anyway, I could see that nymph was intimidated by the experience. In Washington and Oregon wanted her to slow down a bit and stay focused. On the Cali highways, she was driving way too slow. They dont play that shit out there. It only took me some minutes to see that for myself. There were a few times when a car got right up on our ass. A few crazy looks from drivers as they sped by. One wrong turn...that ended up being a good thing. It allowed me to get a close picture of The Staples Center. We got back on the correct highway and made it to Santa Monica.
As soon as I saw the Santa Monica Blvd sign, the Sheryl Crow (she's from Missouri) song started going through my head. '...Until the Sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard' I sing it well too, quiet as kept. We drove around for a while until we found a parking spot. It was across the street from a very upscale restaurant. I saw some rich person's driver waiting in an suv with his ear piece in. It was a very beautiful area with some smokin hot ass women. Since we got there later than we expected and it was kind of chilly (and I wanted to look good around the hot ass women) I changed into 'The Sweater' outfit immediately. Nymph didnt bring any nicer stuff, so we looked a little more mix-matched than we already looked. I joked that we looked like an older Hollywood actress and her boytoy. She said it was more like I was the Hollywood guy and she was the manager or agent. Either way, we definitely got our share of attention as we walked through Santa Monica.
We ended up walking down to the Santa Monica Pier. There was a film crew wrapping up a scene for a movie as we walked onto it. She I took a seat and just watched The Ocean. We took pictures of each other on the pier with each others phones. When I sent the picture of me on the pier wearing 'The Sweater' to my special friend on the east coast, she texted back 'baby I just felt you when that picture came through' One of my boys from back in StL texted that he was proud of me. I had spent the majority of the previous 2 years and misery...and now I was living again. Thats what he was proud of.
After spending some time on the pier, we headed back up into the city. We did some shopping at The Puma Store. I still havent worn the Ferrari Puma track jacket I got from there. (it has been a year and a couple of weeks since she bought it for me) Its too cool and too much of a symbol to wear just anywhere. I got the shoes to match and I have worn those...to their death. For months, I wsould wear them either. nymph got herself some knee high Puma casual boots that looked pretty cool on her. We went and ate another great meal at another cool place. All along this part of the shopping district they had people out singing over amplified mics. All of the singers were talented in different genres of music. In fact, I thought the music we heard where we decided to eat was coming from a cd. The guy singing was in a wheel chair, but it didnt seem to break his spirit at all. nymph gave me a tip to put in his container. The tip was so big that she didnt want me to look at it...so I didnt.
The Santa Monica visit is a highlight of my life. I could not hold back fucking nymph's ass after such a day. We got back to saria's and I relaxed with a couple of drinks. We both bathed before it was time to fuck. this time she asked for me to put my dick in her ass AFTER she had already lubed it up and held her ass cheeks apart for me. She was laying flat on her stomach, hips and ass raised in the air a bit. That is my favorite way to start anal sex. I eased in slowly until she started rocking her ass back to take more of me in. Thats when I gave her as the stroking that she had been begging me for. I shot a load deep inside of her ass. I pulled out and was on my way to the bathroom to get cleaned off. She stopped me immediately and wiped me a little with a shirt, then sucked my dick to show me it was clean. Dirty ole lady...Im a sucker for atm. I take that as the slutty female has confidence that her ass is clean. I went and cleaned up anyway, then fucked her pussy real good. We got some good sleep that night.
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My Journey pt.12
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Posted:Jan 19, 2011 7:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2011 12:42 pm
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At the begining of all of this, Nymph explained to me why she was headed to L.A. There were a few reasons, the main one being to give support to her cousin during a stressful time. Nymph wanted me, or someone, to take the trip with her to help with her personal stress. In short, her cousin had a tenant in the lower section of her house who would not leave. Not only that, he wanted her to pay for his relocation. Based on a shotty lease agreement (that wasnt even made by nymph's cousin) the state of California said his claim had merit. The woman was living in hell in her own home.
I will call the cousin Saria because she reminds of a lady by that name. Saria was so happy that we had finally made it to her home. She made me instantly feel welcomed. She was in her early to mid 60's, very spritual, and seemed like a specific kind of lady unique to L.A. She had a different energy about her. Different and good.
Nymph and I spent that whole first day and night at the house. We were both deeply tired from all that we had done over the previous 5 days. (Can you imagine your first VisionPersonals.com meeting with someone lasting 1000 miles over 5 days? In terms of days, the meeting wasnt even half way over yet.) The furthest she or I went was down to the car.
Later that day the 3 of us had to figure out what we wanted for dinner. Neither 'N' or I wanted to go anywhere, for anything. We also wouldnt have saria make a special trip for us. One of us had taken the left over Chinese food from S.F. up into the fridge to keep the car from smelling. I honestly didnt think it would end up being eaten, especially by me. Due to the fact that none of us wanted to venture out for food, left over Chinese became our dinner. Saria reheated the food on the stove. I went into the kitchen to get something and saw that she had combine all of the food in one big skillet...the fried rice, the 3 very different entrees, even the left over crab rangoon and other appetizers. Even though she added some fresh vegetables to the mix, I remember thinking 'this shit is going to taste terrible' Of course I didnt say that out loud. It was a good thing I didnt, because that shit tasted so good. I did make sure to compliment her for the good idea. We ate, had wine, and talked the rest of the evening until we headed to bed. I dont remember if any fucking went on that night.
I woke up that second day with it set in my head that nymph and I were going to experience some part of L.A. I remember waking up and going to sit out on Saria's front porch. One of her 3 dogs came out and sat on my lap. I had on my silk playboy bunny pj bottoms (see my profile pics if you are a gold member) I was in the L.A. Sun. In that moment, I was happy. I snapped a picture of the on my lap and sent it to my special on the east coast. I think I called and talked to her for a few minutes too. I wanted to assure her that part of her was in L.A. with me.
The major part of day 2 was spent taking stuff from the car into another part of the house's lower lever. Thats where nymph planned to stay during her extended visit. The tenant? came out while we were moving stuff in...lets call him 'crazy con artist, piece of shit' or 'nutty turd' for short. In all honesty, he had what I will imagine as the same energy that a pedophile would have. I am not saying at all that he was one, he just had that creepy vibe. He came over to say hi to us. I look into his eyes and said nothing in return. I didnt do it to intimidate. I did it to let him know that I wanted nothing to do with him. He instantly got that point. Not only did nymph say hi, she started chatting it up with him. WTF. When I asked her about it, she told me that she was in essence playing him. 'O.K. I want no parts of you and nutty turd's game' is what I said to myself.
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My Journey pt. 11
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Posted:Jan 12, 2011 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2011 12:41 pm
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What I called a road was the highway we needed to take to get back on the interstate highway. Honestly, it was just a 2 lane road. I had little problem with that, until the terrain change. After a while, we were driving up hill (mountain-like hill) with major drop offs to the right side of our small lane. Some of the curves we had to take were taken blindly. We couldnt see who was coming around them until they got there. It was really dark and on top of all that, it had started to rain. There was no room at all for driving errors. Crazy enough, it was during this stretch of travel that I worried about her driving skills the least. Nymph knew she had to be totally focused...and she was. Still, my stress and tension levels were at about 9.4 out 10.
Not to sound overly dramatic, but my safety, my life was completely in her hands. Under normal circumstances, Im not winning any car passenger of the year awards. She did a great job of keeping us safe. So good of a job, that I had her stop at this out of the way liquor store that popped up out of the blue. I wanted to celebrate her excellent driving. Either that or I needed a drink before I went into mental overload. Around the time we stopped at the store, the highway had leveled off and the lanes widened. Less dangerous driving conditions (and beer) did wonders for lowering my stress.
My guess is that we were on that highway for at least an hour before we reached the interstate. I dont think I had ever been so happy to see multiple lanes for travel in my life. It was now smooth sailing to L.A. We did a fair amount of driving until we needed to stop for gas. I dont remember all of the details of how, but we eneded up starting to fuck in the front seat at the gas station. Nymph was the voice of reason about that not being the best place to do it. We drove to an onramp for the highway. There was a huge open space with a dirt road, near the ramp. We drove down the road a bit and parked. I think we were in or near Sacramento. In any case, we had no business at all being in the area we were in.
She sat in the back seat with the door open, I stood in the rain while she sucked my dick. Per her request, we went to me fucking from behind. She couldnt completely get into it because she was worried about me being in the rain. So we stopped so she could get her hooded, Northface raincoat for me. The sleeves were too short, but it did the job. Standing in the pouring rain made the sex even better. All the stress of the last 30+ hours were being washed away as I fucked her pussy from behind. As I fucked her, she told me how bad she wanted to feel my dick inside of her ass. I told her she would have to wait for that. I continued to deep stroke her from behind until I came hard...deep inside of her wet pussy.
Fucking me can have many different affects on a woman. Sometimes it knocks her right out (one of my ex's said it felt like she just smoked some weed, which also put her to sleep) or it can have the same affect of a double shot of espresso. Luckily for nymph and me, it was the second option. She was completely clear headed an alert. I was a bit buzzed and mentally in need of rest. We got back on the highway, L.A. here we come.
I slept off and on a few different times during this final stretch. I remember turning onto a street with tall palm trees and some amzing houses. We made it...about 1000 miles later, we had finally made it to Los Angeles.
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Before I finish up My Journey...
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Posted:Jan 4, 2011 11:54 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 8:48 am
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...I want to thank those who publicly, and privately, follow my blog. I promise, My Journey will come to its very interesting end soon. My next few blogs will be worth reading, I promise. One of the blogs will be about an VisionPersonals.com group I use to be in (its going to be fun to finally be completely honest about some shit). A couple other blogs will be about some (real life/cyber) experiences from said group. Must reads people. Again, thanks for following and stay tuned.
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My Journey pt. 10
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Posted:Dec 3, 2010 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2011 9:58 pm
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After everything that had transpired over the previous 14-16 hours, having move past all the drama, I felt like I was born again. Seeing San Fran would have been amazing in of itself. Now it felt like visiting another world. The Bay and all of the boats in it. The people. The buildings. I was so thankful to be experiencing it all. I added the picture of Chinatown because it was the first place where we got out and soaked in the energy of the city. Chinatown was also where we rebonded after the negative times. I can almost feel it again right now. There was so many shops, so many different types of people, so much going on. We parked on one of the gigantic hills and promised ourselves that we wouldnt forget where we had parked. Lol. Then we just walked with no destination. We walked into some of the shops. We got invited into about 20 restaurants by the outside greeters. Every once in a while I noticed guys who looked like they might be in The Chinese Mafia (like you see in the movies). I pointed out a couple of guys dressed in suits who didnt seem very playful as possible mobsters. Nymph told me that it was very possible that they were.
I noticed that she looked tired. She was tired and should have been. She hadnt been to sleep since we slept in Mount Shasta, approximately 28-30 hours earlier! I found myself feeling very affectionate, emotional, protective towards her. It was her and me together, then there was the rest of San Francisco.
After a fair amount of walking, we decided to eat at one of the (seemingly hundreds) Chinese restaurants. We had a flyer (that the girl outside practically forced into our hands) of one that seemed like it would be good. It was kind of a cool place. A two story building that had an old Chinese vibe to it. The hostess sat us at a table that could hold probably 8 people, dirctly in the center of the room. I, of course, needed beer. I remember ordering saki too. As we looked through the menu you, she urged me to get whatever I wanted. We had a couple of appetizers in mind and an entree each. I made the mistake of saying out loud that fried crab legs sounded interesting. 'o.k order that too' she said. We they brought out all of our order, there was enough food to easily satisfy 6 people. Lol. So here is this 50 somethings, blonde white woman with this late 20's looking black man, in the center of a semi crowded Chinatown eatery with enough food for 3 couples. Needless to say, alot of the patrons' attention was drawn to our table. I usually shy away from being the center of attention...it was ok at that moment. By the way, the fried crab legs werent all that. They were fried with the shell still covering the meat. I dont have the patience to go through that whole routine, but Nymph did some of them for me.
We finished eating and left the place with 3 to go containers that I didnt forsee being eatien at any point. As we walked in the direction of where the car was, there was a small park with alot of Chinese people any it. Some were doing something that resembled how we use to shoot dice in my neighborhood. Some were playing Chineses checkers. Then there were some who were doing what seemed to be martials arts, combined with yoga, combined with some type of dance. It was all a really cool sight.
Of course we did NOT find the car right away. We walked around for a good while, even hopped on a street car looking for where we had parked. We did eventually find the car and headed for Fisherman's Wharf...which I had no idea of what it was. Shortly after arriving there, I got a sense of what it was: A really cool ass area. Despite the chilly temps (what else should I have expected from the coldest place on Earth it felt good to walk around the Wharf.
We had done a fair amount of sight seeing when we stopped in a clothing store. Nymph (slightly) urged me to look around for some stuff I might like. So I went and tried on a few pairs of jeans, she judged the different fits. I picked out a pair. Nymph pointed out that they were having a special so another pair would be 'x' amount more. I declined the second pair. I didnt see many 'must have' top articles...until I saw the 'must have' sweater. (I almost named this blog 'The Sweater' you will know why by the end of the story. Remeber 'The Sweater') It was made by DC. Some of you may know about them. I had a pair of DC loafers that were a pair of my favorite shoes ever...and I got alot of compliments whenever I wore them. Not only was it a hot looking sweater, but it matched the hot shoes that she got for me earlier in Portland. She bought me 'The Sweater' and the jeans, after I said 'no thanks' when she asked if I wanted anything else. I wanted to hug and kiss that sweater, I think I did later in the car. Lol. We walked past and into some more shops. While in a Benneton store, the salesman sold her on the fact that the cashmere sweaters were on sale. The men's cashmeres. She asked if I wanted one. Of course I wanted one, but I declined...even after she urged. I declined because I didnt want to seem, or feel, like I was taking advantage of her generosity after the dramtic morning. So I didnt take the Benneton sweater or any other clothing offers while at the Wharf. Not only that, I told her that I was wearing the diamond earrings while I was on the trip but I would be giving them back before I went home. She said she wouldnt take them back. I told her if she really wanted me to have them, she should take them back and offer them under less trying circumstances.
Toward the end of The Wharf visit, I suggested that either I would drive or we would stay another night in SF because of her lack of sleep. My license was not suspended, only expired, so I didnt mind taking the chance. By the time we were planning on heading out to LA, she would have been going about 35 hours with no sleep. I expressed how much of a bad idea I thought it would be for her to drive. She assured me that she was fine to drive. So we agreed that she could start the drive, and the first time I felt unsafe due to her lack of sleep, she would let me take over.
We stopped in one more shop while we were at The Wharf. I forget what we were looking for. We went our seperate ways in the shop. At one point, I walked over to her and she was holding a metal water bottle. I might have asked what it was for. Her answer was 'I'm getting this for my man' I thought to myself, thats a weird gift to get/send your boyfriend. (Remember, at the start of this trip, she showed me a picture of her and a guy. She described him to me as her boyfriend back home. And if you dont remember, I just reminded you.) I (seriously) said something to her like when/how is he going to get it? The semi playful 'you ass' look she gave me let me know that she was referring to me. We had talked a few times about getting something for me to put my riding beer in. Riding, not driving. I laughed, she smiled about the 'mixup' and I gave her a hug.
I remember it being around 5-6pm when we decided to hit the rode towards LA. I didnt think we would do the whole trip from SF because of her lack of sleep. She was sure we would do the whole trip in one take. I reminded her of our agreement as we started out. We had a discussion on which route we would take...the fastes way or the scenic way. I wanted the scenic route, along Highway 1. She called her cousin to let her know we were on our way and that would be our route. She advised us of how much longer we were making the drive and suggested that we just take the 1 after we were in LA and settled in. We compromised by deciding to take th 1 for a while at the start, then changing highways after I got to experience it for a while.
No sooner than we started heading towards the 1 from another highway, the craziest fucking thing happened. So we are in the fast lane, doing 70ish. Im already fully inspecting her to see if she shows any signs of falling asleep. We were not even 30 minutes into the drive when we hear and feel a thud. It was loud that it vibrated the whole car for a second. A fucking huge, black bird flew right into the windsheild of the car! The 'thud' was its skull colliding with the glass. We both had the shit scared out of us. I ducked. Nymph slightly ducked but didnt loose control of the car for a moment. I was at ease with her ability to drive safely. I was like 'what the fuck!!' as to what a bird colliding with the windshield could mean according to The Universe.
It wasnt long before we reached 'The 1'. Luckily there was still some daylight by the time we did. Words cant decribe how it felt to look over to my right and see that Ocean. Well, maybe some words can describe it: intimidated, blessed, like it was just a fantasy. It was so spectacular that it didnt seem real. I was mesmerized and a little scared at the same time. Why we didnt stop to see it while it was still light out, I dont know. We kept driving along it. When the Sun went down, it got dark...dark as hell. Im a city boy and use to street lights. There werent many lights where we were. Only the lights of the othe cars. One of us (her) had the bright idea to pull over and get out of the car so we could get near the Ocean...in the dark. We didnt pull over onto a parking lot or any other inhabited space. We pulled over in a muddy clearing with not another soul in sight. When we pulled into the area, Nymph left the headlights on so we could see where we were. We were standing in an area and just over a small hill to the west, was the Pacific Ocean. As a matter of fact, it was even a hill. It was more like a hump and a drop. The sound of it made me not step too close. She ventured off, I stayed close to the car with the door opened. I got paranoid about a cop driving by and seeing the lights, with us being in an area we shouldnt have been. I had the bright idea to turn off the headlights so that we didnt draw any attention to ourselves. When she turned off those lights, I was in the darkest part of Earth I have ever see. I qucikly scooted my scary ass right into the car and was ready to go. She cracked the fuck up at me as she took her time to get in. Not only was I ready to go, I was ready to get off 'The 1' and away from that ocean. After she was done laughing at me, she pulled off of 'The 1' and onto a side road to check the map for our route to another highway. We were sitting on the side of this road while she read the map. I shit you not, I was in the passenger seat, screaming inside of my head, for her to hurry up and drive off...because I kept imagining that huge mountain lion, or bear, or dragon...could just jump out of the darkness into the window on my side of the car. (Damn that fucking BBB (big back bird) for getting my imagination even further out there than it should have been. We eventually pulled of on a small, backwoods highway, heading east to a major highway.
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