<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919</id><updated>2011-11-03T08:46:18.051+02:00</updated><category term='jenni'/><title type='text'>Lust, sex and sodomy</title><subtitle type='html'>A diary about sex and women in the life of a twenty-something guy living in the capital area of Finland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-5726733386771338979</id><published>2008-10-25T16:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:33:25.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust, sex and sodomy with Satu</title><content type='html'>What a month it's been. I hate that I haven't been able to write more often, but I'm not going to stress about it since this blog is suppose to relieve stress, not create more. I can understand your frustration, dear readers, but unfortunately this is all I can provide at the moment. Positive comments encourage me to write more, but negative ones simply make me think whether I should stop writing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is for me. It's my way to clear my head and to record some adventures. If you like it, that's a plus, but that's not the ultimate goal. I'm not here to please you, I'm here to please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough disclaimer. Let's get to the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The married mother of two that I mentioned in a &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/05/bullets-of-previous-few-weeks.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; threw herself at me. I was at a party and she was there too. After the real party, we had a small after-party at a friend's place. Everyone else fell asleep very quickly, just me and MILF awake. She came on to me, I was really drunk and responded. I told her to bring her panties to me. She went to another room, came back and gave me her pink string panties. When I sniffed them in front of her, she moaned. That was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I just treated her like a slut. Strangled her, spanked her ass a bit, fingered her, but nothing further than that, thank god. I had my clothes on all the time and I didn't let her touch me at all. And then I left the party and went home. I'm so happy I managed to do that. I was so drunk that anything could've happened. And I seriously don't want to fuck her right now. I went too far already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she kept sending me horny messages. She said she wants to come over, but I said no. She asked me how I knew her sexual preferences. Fuck that, I just treated her like a slut, I didn't know anything. I was so drunk that it's weird I even remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that these games have to stop. We can be friends but I'm not going to fuck her. She wasn't exactly happy about this, but I think I got through to her. I just have to make sure that we never end up in a similar situation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hot and probably a good fuck since she likes rough play, but two kids and a marriage is just too much. Especially when I have to face her husband every now and then. If she was a complete stranger, then maybe. Now, when she hangs around in the same circles, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on to Satu. She's a hot piece of ass willing to act out my sexual perversions with me. So far, I haven't found the limit with her and that's impressive. Too bad she's not girlfriend material otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I bought some bondage equipment from a sex shop. I tied her to my bed in the form of an X. I spanked her ass red and photographed it all. I then tied her hands and legs in the upper corners, so that she was on my bed on her back, with her legs spread wide open and higher than her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to explain this with words. But just think of her on the bed with her hands tied to separate upper corners. Then think of her throwing her legs up to where her hands are. That's how I tied her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I've ever seen anything sexier. This gave me a great view of everything, especially her sweet asshole. She was completely tied up and at my mercy. I took photos, licked her for a while and spanked her some more. I also photographed myself fucking her pussy and then her ass. Unbelievably fantastic. I came inside the slut's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another session, I tied her hands to her ankles while she was on her knees on my bed. I stuffed an anal toy up her ass and then made her lick it. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can probably understand I'm pretty psyched about Satu. I really enjoy our adventures and she does too. She likes to be treated bad.. and well, I believe we all do, deep down inside. I'm hoping that at some point, we'll throw the setting around and she'll treat me like a slut ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've fucked quite a few times and I have a million things I could tell, but this post is already too long and you wouldn't read it to the end anyway so I'll save some for another time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the pictures and videos, I'm not going to post them or share them in anyway. I'm not an asshole. Those photos are for my eyes only and I'm going to respect that. Also, it's a lot sexier when I know that I'm the sole witness of that sluttiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-5726733386771338979?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5726733386771338979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=5726733386771338979' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5726733386771338979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5726733386771338979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/10/lust-sex-and-sodomy-with-satu.html' title='Lust, sex and sodomy with Satu'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8474498615061567409</id><published>2008-10-12T02:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:56:44.839+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive</title><content type='html'>Just popping in quick to tell you that I'm still alive, but really busy. I'll write as soon as I can since I have a lot to tell. The mother I mentioned some posts ago threw herself at me and I now have her panties. I bought some equipment from a sex shop, tied up Satu and took photos of her red-spanked ass with my cock penetrating it. I also have a video in which she fingers her ass and then licks the finger. Absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girls who want to send me similar clips, my username is releaving dot farewell and I'm using Gmail ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8474498615061567409?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8474498615061567409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8474498615061567409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8474498615061567409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8474498615061567409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7606315919226788299</id><published>2008-09-16T18:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:53:18.051+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizzaro world</title><content type='html'>I've had a fairly interesting weekend, I must say. Me and Lisa haven't been in contact much lately since she got pissed off at me for going out with a girl she knows. It's not like she has any say in the matter, but I do understand her. I wouldn't feel too happy about it either if Lisa went out with someone I know. Luckily, however, this girl wasn't especially interesting and I decided not to see her again so I wouldn't mess things up with Lisa more than I already did. Even though we're never going to be boyfriend-girlfriend I've grown to value her a lot and I don't want to lose her just to get some unimportant pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa let me off the hook and invited me over to her place for some wine on Friday. That's rare. She usually doesn't waste weekend days on me, let alone ask me to come over at 9 pm. I already had the scent of her pussy in my nose when I received the invitation, but I wanted to play cool. I decided that I'm not going to make a single move. If she doesn't start warming me up, I'm going to go home when it's time and not try a thing. As always, this strategy proved perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her place we just sat on the couch, enjoyed the wine and talked for several hours. We had a million things to talk about since we hadn't seen each other for a while. Though we've never really had a problem figuring out topics for a conversation anyway. She's a real babbler, probably worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, out of the blue, she stopped the conversation and kissed me passionately. "Ok, here we go" I thought to myself. Some moments later my face was soaked with fluids from her pussy. Her wetness continues to amaze me. I've never seen any girl produce such amounts of juice. Of course, I'm convinced that this only happens with me and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was sucking my cock she suddenly jumped on me and stuffed my cock in her pussy. Naturally, at first I was a bit worried. "Are you on the pill?", I asked. -"Yes". I guess this time she had really prepared for this. I have to say, I felt flattered since it seems she started eating the pill for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always had the wrong impression that my inability to have sex with her had something to do with condoms. Based on that false assumption she fixed a problem that didn't exist, but with the side-effect that now my cock was inside her and it was rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her in various positions for quite a while until she stopped me. She said: "We both know that if everything was alright we would've both already orgasmed". And bye, bye, there goes my boner. What the fuck? When I try to explain that I'm pretty good at holding back, she doesn't believe me. What she said also means that she wasn't getting as much out of it than she had expected to and that didn't exactly help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she can tell me when to cum. She still didn't believe me, but agreed to do so. The limp dick problem was solved with some oral work, after which she jumped on me again. We soon turned into the missionary and she told me to cum. So I did. She took a shower and since I knew she hadn't orgasmed yet, I licked and fingered her until she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a mental level we are so close, but physically we're miles apart. We spent most of Saturday together and we had a blast. I had plans to meet a friend for a few beers, but after that she invited me over to watch a movie. We were both so tired that after the movie we just cuddled and slept together. Lisa is probably the only girl with whom I love to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had breakfast plans with a girlfriend for Sunday so we didn't really have time to fuck in the morning. Anyway, I warmed her up just a bit until she said "I want to feel you inside me". I just had to remind her that she's in a hurry since I just wasn't hard enough to be able to enter her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the weirdest girl. She's crazily enticing and sexy as long as we're not touching. Once we do, she manages to miss all of my turn on's, but hits of a few big turn off's. I can't get over her shyness or reluctance or whatever you want to call it. She wants me to lick and finger her, but still she keeps pulling her legs together. She always turns off the lights. If there's a pillow or a blanket that she can hide herself with, she will. She's also the first girl I've met who has kept pinching her buttocks together while I was fucking her from behind. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we get along so great otherwise just makes this worse. If our sex life were better I would probably do all within my power to make her my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we have Lisa's opposite, Satu. She came over Sunday evening. I took tens of pictures of her posing, spreading her ass, masturbating and sucking my cock. She says she enjoys showing her goods to me while I masturbate. It turns her on to know that I'll be masturbating to photos of her. After some vaginal intercourse I photo- and videographed my cock sinking into her asshole. My cock was so hard that it could've exploded at any moment. After the sex, nothing. Hardly any conversation, very little cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so frustrating. Where will I ever find a girl who is the combination of the two? Loves showing off her body, takes it in the ass and is cuddly and smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7606315919226788299?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7606315919226788299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7606315919226788299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7606315919226788299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7606315919226788299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/09/bizzaro-world.html' title='Bizzaro world'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8613287612477113880</id><published>2008-09-08T21:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:26:33.602+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne and ass</title><content type='html'>After some drinking at a bar, me and Satu arrived at my place. We weren't too tired or drunk so we opened a bottle of champagne. A moment later, I was pouring champagne between her buttocks and licking it from her asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Satu is shy in social situations, she's very open in bed. She will gladly spread her asshole for me so I can insert a toy and watch it slowly sink in. Why would she be shy? There is absolutely no reason. Her active fitness hobby shows on her body. Tiny tits, sexy slim tummy, an ass to die for and a bald, tight and tasty pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also licked my asshole and gave me a champagne blowjob. She's still not very good with the cock sucking though. I tried instructing her a bit, but she said her mouth is too small for me. I think I made the right choice when I decided not to say that I've been able to fit my cock deeper into smaller mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fucked she had my anal toy up her ass for the whole time. Now how cute is that. I came when she started rubbing my asshole in the missionary. I think it didn't happen too early, but I have to say I don't really know after drinking half a bottle of champagne from her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the morning we both agreed that last night was awesome. So we fucked again. And once more in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8613287612477113880?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8613287612477113880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8613287612477113880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8613287612477113880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8613287612477113880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/09/champagne-and-ass.html' title='Champagne and ass'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-5710744752957251621</id><published>2008-08-19T20:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:42:07.402+03:00</updated><title type='text'>So many women, so little time</title><content type='html'>It seems that lately I've been flooded with pussy and next week looks also pretty good in terms of ass. I'm in a fairly unique situation at the moment and I'm loving it. Not getting enough sleep though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new acquaintance has still been vising me fairly often. I'll call her Susanna from now on. Today I also managed to suggest anal sex while text messaging with her. I asked her whether she likes it and she replied that she doesn't hate it. So it's probably not her favorite thing, but then again, what do I care as long as she takes it in the ass and I can please her otherwise so that she'll keep coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese girl I met &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-again.html"&gt;a while back&lt;/a&gt; gave me a pleasant surprise. We've kept in touch via email and I jokingly said that she should send nude pictures of herself. A few days ago, I was at work reading my email as usual and there's this big email with 5 attachments. She really did it. Well, to be honest, she's not naked, she's got string panties on, but close enough. And two of the photos are actually really hot, jerk-off material. One more girl for my gallery, great stuff. I'm trying to convince her to lose the panties.. we'll see if she's up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also two completely new girls that I haven't yet mentioned at all. Marianne I met through work. She's not working on the same projects as I am, it was an coincidence that we even met, so it's safe to go out with her. Our first date lasted from 6pm to 4am after which she slept over at my place. We didn't have sex though since she was on her period. She kept saying that we need to cool down since it's our first date. It was cute. Hopefully I'll fuck her next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu is an old friend that I hadn't seen in ages, but bumped into suddenly. She didn't use to be the hot slut she is today. Her body is amazing, so tight and smooth. And what an ass. I took her out and we got along real nice. After the first date she went home since neither of us dared to suggest anything since we're old friends. Later I was trying to ask her out for a second date, but after a few text messages we decided that it's best if she just comes over and we fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was licking Satu for the first time I really thought that this could be the girl that I could start dating. She's hot, smart, educated and she's got a good job. She's just a little shy. But who knows, maybe. I'm not in a hurry though.. with this much pussy available, who would be? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great how Satu just seems to enjoy it when I stare at her private parts. She has no problem with just lying on her back and keeping her legs up while I jerk off and enjoy the view. She also complimented me on my size, which is always nice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her downside is the blowjobs. She's one of the girls who have misunderstood that sucking cock really literally means sucking. Ladies, it doesn't. I want to sink all of my cock in her mouth, but she's just vacuuming my glans. It's frustrating, but I'll probably give her some instructions once we're comfortable enough. Anyway, I can forgive her for now since she's also willing to try anal sex with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I love my current situation. I'm thinking whether I should try to arrange it so that I would have a week when I fuck a different girl every night. It would be hard to make it really happen, but currently it might be achievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-5710744752957251621?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5710744752957251621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=5710744752957251621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5710744752957251621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5710744752957251621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-many-women-so-little-time.html' title='So many women, so little time'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7965809740724651380</id><published>2008-08-06T21:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:37:54.607+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now a regular visitor</title><content type='html'>This new acquaintance that I mentioned in my previous has become a regular visitor. If she's not working in the evening, she's at my place sucking my cock. I think she's spent more nights at my place than at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far there has been no talk about dating or anything of the like. She's a nice girl, but way too shy for me to start a relationship with her. She's not shy in bed, but in social situations and I hate that. I want a talkative and extrovert girl. Also, she doesn't do sports, which means she'll be fat in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the sex. Her blowjobs are still great and she will suck me until I tell her to stop. That's amazing. Most girls will blow you for a minute and then want to move on. This girl will suck my cock for ten minutes and still not stop until I say so. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercourse is also very good with her. She's fairly loud and her facial expressions are lovely. No anal sex yet though. She has a very enticing asshole, but so far I just haven't found the right time to start suggesting anal. I've touched her rosebud with my tongue a few times, but that's it. Let's hope this will develop in the days to come ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I have had a few fights about our relationship. Mostly because I feel that I give a lot, but receive very little. I guess, in a way, I'm eating my own dog food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7965809740724651380?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7965809740724651380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7965809740724651380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7965809740724651380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7965809740724651380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-regular-visitor.html' title='Now a regular visitor'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8802942122097711945</id><published>2008-07-21T21:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:26:06.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New acquaintance</title><content type='html'>Last week a new &lt;span class="variant"&gt;acquaintance slept over at my place almost every night. She's quite a hottie and gives great blowjobs. She never neglects the balls, but actually gives them a lot of attention, which I love. Also she has this adorable habit of stuffing my cock as deep in her mouth as is it goes and then holding it there for a while. It doesn't exactly feel that special, but still it's somehow very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not dating or anything. I think we're both in it just for the sex since neither of us have so far wanted to define our relationship. Normally she comes over to my place late in the evening, we fuck and then go to bed. She's not far from the girlfriend type, but still not there. She's too shy socially and she doesn't do sports, which means she'll be fat in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And naturally, no problems with my erections. Hard as a rock, each and every time. Of course this has led me to analyze Lisa a bit more and I think I've identified one more thing that really affects my sexual ability. You see, I'm a very visual person. Probably because I've been watching porn since I was 11 or something. I love seeing things and staring and Lisa never lets me do that. She's always hiding herself, pulling her legs together and trying to cover herself with a blanket. Either that or then she makes sure that the room is completely dark. Doesn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8802942122097711945?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8802942122097711945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8802942122097711945' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8802942122097711945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8802942122097711945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-acquaintance.html' title='New acquaintance'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1457528225087792791</id><published>2008-07-13T18:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:27:20.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter failure</title><content type='html'>Good news to all those who hate me: I've had a weekend full of failure. You're going to love this post. It sucks to write about failure, but I've been honest throughout the blog so far and I'm going to stick to it even though this would be the perfect moment to just stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, let's start off on a positive note. I succeeded in spending Friday and Saturday evenings with Lisa. Normally we never meet on weekend evenings, let alone two in a row. I must've hit a soft spot and I realize that it's not going to happen again very soon, which actually makes this story even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. Naturally. We always do. We had lengthy discussions about our relationship and it's peculiarity. I'll spare you the details so we'll get to the failing faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we didn't spend the night together. We just kissed in a romantic place in Helsinki. It's been a while since we've kissed and it was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I invited her over to my place. We watched a movie and then started playing around. Lots and lots of kissing, which I normally don't like that much, but with her it's great. Things started getting passionate and I was hard as a rock. I peeled off her jeans and closed in on her crotch with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her panties, but didn't go under them until I thought I'd teased her enough. I must've since when I eventually pulled them aside she was absolutely soaking wet. When I started licking her I was covered in her juices in just a few seconds. Absolutely lovely. Lisa tastes likes strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept her panties aside and licked her to an orgasm. She squirmed, moaned and smiled beautifully. I wish I could record her expressions on video. I could jerk off just watching her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her orgasm, the passion decreased. She started acting a bit weird so after a while I asked her if there's something wrong. "I'm not sure if us having sex is the best thing to do." I couldn't help thinking "Yeah, I bet it's not now that I've already made you cum", but I kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny with this girl. It seems that she multiplies all my emotions by ten. I don't think I've ever felt so rejected. I really felt like shit. I was a puppet and I fucking hate that. All these thoughts showed on my face and eventually I also told her. Now she was sorry that she made me feel so bad. How fucked up can the relationship between two people be. I asked her to sleep over anyway and she said she would even though initially she'd said that she wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on when we got to bed for sleeping purposes, things got heated again. She sucked my cock, which was pleasant but not entirely fulfilling, possibly due to the situation. Anyway, since I didn't want to lose the moment I fairly quickly got out a condom and started shoving my cock in her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, with Lisa, I've lost my erection at this point every time. This time I didn't. Not that it made much of a difference since I came immediately. Un-fucking-believable. She thought I just lost my erection again and I didn't want to correct her with something even more embarrassing. I'm like a fucking 15-year-old school boy when I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I failed at fucking the girl who is one of the most fuckable girls I know. It was so ironic that I laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today I had already earlier arranged for Jonna to come over since she's been harrasing me non-stop. I wasn't feeling great, but I didn't want to cancel. I thought I'll just treat her bad and then send her home, which is exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her a message telling her not to wear panties and of course she obeyed. When she got my place I made her suck my dick, but I told her she's not allowed to take it inside her mouth. Finally my balls got the attention that they need.  I then spanked her ass for something like 20 minutes until it was completely and utterly red. I fucked her ass, took another condom and fucked her pussy until she came. All this without a hint of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of ejaculating on her stomach, but when I took off the condom and started jerking off I just kept thinking about Lisa and well, naturally, that fucked up everything. I couldn't cum. I just said "Fuck it" and stopped trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, not a very pleasant weekend sexually even though there was a lot of stuff going on. Anyway, I don't have time to blabber anymore, but hopefully I can write again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1457528225087792791?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1457528225087792791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1457528225087792791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1457528225087792791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1457528225087792791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/07/utter-failure.html' title='Utter failure'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3113334502748537271</id><published>2008-06-19T19:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:37:47.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenni "ruined" my day</title><content type='html'>Haven't found the time to see Jonna again, but I do have a few ideas in store for her. As I mentioned in my previous post I was out of town last weekend. I had long flights and most of the time I was thinking about sex. Three girls got most attention: Jonna, Jenni and Evita. The great thing is that currently they are all within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni is the girl I dated a while back. After we broke up we had a fuck buddy relationship for a while, but then she started dating another guy and we had to stop. Now she's out of that relationship and she spent last night at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a thin and small girl, yet her tits are big, but perky. I dated her for six months, but I've never seen her pussy unshaved. Her ass is sporty and she likes anal sex. Sucking my cock after it's been up her ass is not a problem. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the sex actually wasn't that amazing. She was really, really horny and after just 5 minutes of teasing she wanted me to fuck her already. I could've fooled around for hours since with her, there's true passion. I really want to lick every corner of her body. I want to tease her until she's in a constant jitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I got a message from Jenni saying: "I would've loved to stay in bed with you for the whole day. I would've let you do anything to me." Which do think got more attention inside my head, work or ATM? My concentration was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm heading to a cottage to spend the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midsummer"&gt;Midsummer&lt;/a&gt;, but hopefully I'll have the time to see Jenni very soon next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Midsummer too and enjoy the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3113334502748537271?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3113334502748537271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3113334502748537271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3113334502748537271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3113334502748537271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/06/jenni-ruined-my-day.html' title='Jenni &quot;ruined&quot; my day'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8969936615722236290</id><published>2008-06-09T22:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:11:08.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random encounters and meaningless adventures</title><content type='html'>I'm going on vacation on Thursday and I'll be out of the country for the weekend so I probably won't have time to write again until next week. Anyway, here's how my weekend was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was really drunk. I brought a stranger home, which I very seldom do, and I fucked her. She didn't want me to lick her and she refused to suck my cock, because it was "too intimate". You can imagine how thrilled I was. I had to fake my orgasm, probably partly because of the alcohol overdose, partly because of her. Well, in all fairness, I don't think she came either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left early in the morning. I don't have her phone number and I only know her nickname. Not that it would matter, it's just that it's very unlike me to do this kind of things. I prefer fuck buddies to random encounters. And this is exactly why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week back Jonna made it fairly clear that she wants me to fuck her. I've been sort of avoiding her since I have such mixed feelings. I have no passion for her. If she wasn't such an obedient slut, I would just ignore her. On Sunday I was really horny, so I invited her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most fun was when I spanked her face with my cock. She was on her back, I had my hand on her throat and with my other hand I slapped my cock on her cheeks. Every now and then I violently shoved it in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fingered and licked her. I put my moist finger at her asshole and pulled her back by the hair to make my finger sink in. I spanked her ass red. I fucked her pussy until she came and then fucked her ass until I came. I don't think I smiled once during the whole act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sex I immediately got dressed and very soon implied that it's best she leaves. I wasn't exactly rude, but I wasn't courteous either. This morning I got a message saying: "Hoping to see you again soon". Slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8969936615722236290?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8969936615722236290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8969936615722236290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8969936615722236290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8969936615722236290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-going-on-vacation-on-thursday-and.html' title='Random encounters and meaningless adventures'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8783488348397260004</id><published>2008-06-01T21:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:29:42.539+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, don't assume gentlemanship</title><content type='html'>I like being a gentleman. I'll open the doors. I'll be as considerate as humanly possible. I will gladly pay for the food and the drinks. All this I will do, accompanied by a smile and flattering words. What I don't like is when girls assume that there is no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. It really takes all the pleasure out of it if she assumes that I will behave like a gentleman. Then it's no longer about doing something special, it's a matter of course. All the magic is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: If you're out with a guy and it's time to pay, start reaching for your wallet. If he's a gentleman, he'll stop you. Say: "Oh, but you don't need to pay for me". He will still want to pay, but then he will feel like a gentleman and not like a guy buying a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: stop accepting drinks from strangers. Yes, you can drink for free for the whole night if you let idiots buy all your drinks, but it still sucks to do so. It's kind of like stealing money from a retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8783488348397260004?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8783488348397260004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8783488348397260004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8783488348397260004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8783488348397260004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-dont-assume-gentlemanship.html' title='Girls, don&apos;t assume gentlemanship'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4957805859831751287</id><published>2008-05-27T21:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:14:51.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullets of previous few weeks</title><content type='html'>Woah, it's been a while. Many exciting things going on in my life and they've kept me away from Blogger very effectively as some of you have noticed. If you leave home at 7 am and get back at 11 pm, you're really not in a mood to start writing about the sex life that you haven't had time for in weeks anyway. Thanks for the comments asking about me, it really writing more pleasant when you know that someone is actually reading. Thanks a lot, you make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I haven't had sex in weeks. Some of it is due to my schedules, but I still think that most of it is just me. I'm in some sort of a low point, I suppose. I'm horny alright, no problem there, it just seems that currently there's no one around worth fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have several things to tell you about so I'm going to keep them short and unorganized. Feel free to ask more if I leave something hanging. There's going to be a lot of names. If you can't remember the stories behind the names, remember that there's the search functionality that you can use to study up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a new girl through the Internet. I've met her twice now. She's a daddy's girl, in the bad sense, and she's not even especially hot. Nothing's probably going to come out of this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a message Anne one morning saying "I want to fuck you". Anyway, since she's still dating we've been only flirting and making each other's blood rush with small touches. There's so much sexual energy between us sometimes that it's excruciating that my cock isn't already in her mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A married mother of two begged me to fuck her. Normally, I probably would've, but since she's a friend of a friend and I see her and her husband every now and then in social situations I refused. I also managed to do it so that she still has at least a thread of dignity. The funny thing here is that I've been thinking about the moral of this quite a lot and even though I wouldn't fuck her, I'd probably let her blow me if she promised that she would leave it at that. Makes absolutely no sense, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa and I have had difficulties in defining our relationship. It's caused a lot of tension between us. I'm very unclear about my own goals with her. I'm not sure if I want to be her friend, fuck her or marry her. I guess it's just that I'd want to put her on her knees in front of me. As I've said before: I hate it that I can't have her. If I could, I probably wouldn't be interested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenni (my ex-girlfriend, ATM) and I have been warming things up. At least a bit. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. I sort of miss her, but then again sometimes she really pisses me off. I want to fuck her, but then again I remember how frustrating our sex life used to be sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonna and I met at a party. I told her to go to the bathroom and bring me her panties. The little slut did as told. However, she refused to come to my place afterwards, because she wanted something more than sex and I told her that that's all I have to offer. Afterwards, she's been sending me text messages about how horny she is and asking me when we can meet. Mixed feelings about her. I like treating her bad, but there's just no spark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The russian girl I met in the end of last summer was visiting Finland again. She was with a friend so we couldn't have sex. Not exactly sure would I have wanted to. A blowjob would've been nice though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evita and I had sex a few weeks ago. Even though it's not the best sex in the world, it's great when it's so care-free. I don't give a fuck about her and she doesn't give a fuck about me. I ask her how she's been, I spank her, I admire her beautiful rosebud and bald pussy, I fuck her and then she leaves. There's nothing awkward, there's no expectations, there's just two horny people masturbating on another person. She's my flashlight vagina.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;A lot of small things, but nothing really special. Sort of interesting, sort of boring. I'm hoping this is the calm before the storm. The storm just better like it up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make some time so I could write a second time still during this week. Thanks again for the comments and thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4957805859831751287?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4957805859831751287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4957805859831751287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4957805859831751287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4957805859831751287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/05/bullets-of-previous-few-weeks.html' title='Bullets of previous few weeks'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3076286142001286620</id><published>2008-04-20T20:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:01:16.595+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird morning</title><content type='html'>I wake up to a phone call at 6:30 am, still drunk from last night's partying. It's Anne and she's also still drunk. She left her boyfriend sleeping at her place and went for a walk. Now she's near my place and she wants to know if she can come over. At 6:30 am. I hardly even understand what's happening, but I say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the bell rings, I open the door in my boxers and walk straight back to bed. She gets a beer from my fridge and then sits on the side of the bed. She's wearing a loose top and no bra. We talk about some stupid stuff, I don't really recall what exactly. She deliberately pulls down her top so I can see her breasts, and then says "Oh, damn, now you can see my tits". I suppose the idea was that it would appear to be an accident, but she was so drunk and clumsy that it didn't quite work out. Who cares, her tits are showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start kissing and licking her nipples. A few moments pass and my cock is in her mouth. A few more moments and she's naked, insisting that I fuck her. I actually would've wanted her to suck my cock a little more, but I suppose I wasn't in a very good position to bargain so I stuffed it in (yes, I did put on a condom first) and pounded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sex she left. When I woke up later, I had a hard time figuring out if it was a dream or not, but I'm fairly sure it really happened. What a weird morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3076286142001286620?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3076286142001286620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3076286142001286620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3076286142001286620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3076286142001286620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-morning.html' title='Weird morning'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-542908018432100929</id><published>2008-04-14T21:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:50:56.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisting and random encounters</title><content type='html'>"What are you doing tonight? I'm horny" said the text message I received from Evita. We've been fuck buddies for over two years now, but so far we've only talked about her coming over. Nothing about horniness or fucking even though we, of course, both knew what we were really talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much ran through the basic routine of spanking, choking, bad cock sucking, great pussy licking and then fucking. However, this time there was also something new. I think I had my first experience at fisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had two fingers up her pussy, I thought "what the hell, let's put yet another one in". She seemed to like it since she strongly pushed her crotch against my fingers to make them go deeper. I took this as a hint, pulled my fingers back a bit and inserted a fourth finger. Again she did most of the work of getting them as deep as possible. I didn't have my knuckles or thumb inside so I don't know if this counts as fisting or not, but it was the most pussy I've ever had around my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bumped into Jonna and we agreed to have a beer together. I'm really not sure what to think of her. Every now and then I fantasize about dominating her, but then again sometimes thinking about her sexually is somehow revolting. I don't quite know what to think of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still the best slave I've had so far. Obedient, horny and dirty. I wonder if she'd play along if I wanted to cum on a plate and then have her crawl to it naked and lick it all up. Any bets whether I can make her do that? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I are still very much in touch. Mostly we're just friends, but every now and then there is flirting that I'm hoping will lead to sex eventually. She still has one of the most beautiful pussies I've seen. She's also one of the few women with whom I really enjoy just cuddling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's four more girls bubbling under the surface of whether they're worth writing. Maybe some of them will surface, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-542908018432100929?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/542908018432100929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=542908018432100929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/542908018432100929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/542908018432100929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/04/fisting-and-random-encounters.html' title='Fisting and random encounters'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4302734976673787502</id><published>2008-04-07T22:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:38:12.355+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably the best blowjob ever</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Anne told me that we have to be just friends since she is going to start dating a guy. As you can imagine I wasn't especially disappointed or anything. To me she was just a sex toy and sometimes a very frustrating one. I thought that maybe this other guy could get something more out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as all of you readers who live in the real world have already guessed, it's all going to end in tears. On Friday, Anne spent a night at my place. Her moral said that we can't have sex, but she can suck my cock and I can watch her masturbate. I think her boyfriend might disagree, but hey, who am I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off slowly. Hugging, maybe a few gentle kisses to the cheek. I let my hands wander around her body, not touching any of her private parts. Eventually we started kissing rather passionately. When she started stroking my cock she went crazy with lust. This used to happen almost everytime we had sex. After she got a small glimpse of my cock or touched it just a little, she couldn't resist me anymore. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had sex in a while. It's not that there's none available, I always have Evita if I want to get laid. I just haven't really felt like. I suppose I've been a bit depressed or sad or something, dunno. I suppose I could blame my previous post on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of my dry season, the instant my cock sunk in her mouth I was in heaven, panting and moaning like it was the first blowjob I receive. It was simply awesome. I think I secretly enjoyed knowing that she really shouldn't be there. Her boyfriend was out with his friends and she was in my bed sucking my cock. Yeah, I know it's wrong for me to think that, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really put a lot of effort to the blowjob and that already had me guessing that she doesn't want to have sex. When she said it outloud, I feigned disappointment. Come on, if a girl is going to dedicate her entire evening to sucking my cock, I can live with not fucking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We whirled around in the bed with her lips on my cock. And if they weren't on my cock I was watching her masturbate, which wasn't bad either. What really made the blowjob special though was her attention towards my balls and her fingers rubbing my asshole. Girls, do it to your guys. It's killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lenghty period of time she asked me to cum all over her. Even though I actually would've wanted the slut to drink my cum I agreed since it was so dirty and sexy of her to ask something like that. I promised to do so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her back and I was on my knees next to her head, thrusting my cock into her mouth. Her fingers were still rubbing my asshole when I decided that this would be a good moment to cum. I pulled it out her mouth, gave it a few more strokes and then blew my load on her tits and chest. There must've been a litre of it. No suprise to me since I hadn't even mastrubated for several days and this session had lasted something like 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably gave me the best blowjob I've had in my life so far. I'm so happy that she's dating. I hope they have a long and lasting relationship. Poor guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4302734976673787502?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4302734976673787502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4302734976673787502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4302734976673787502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4302734976673787502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/04/probably-best-blowjob-ever.html' title='Probably the best blowjob ever'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-6350315262297840059</id><published>2008-03-24T19:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:27:34.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of questions, hardly any answers</title><content type='html'>Ok, nothing much to blog about in my sex life. I've been doing a lot of stuff, but this time pussy has had a fairly small role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really quiet and relaxing weekend. Girls were on my mind a lot, but, you're not going to believe this, I wasn't thinking about fucking them up the ass. Well, maybe a few times, but that doesn't really count. Kinda like having sex with a man. If you only do it once or twice it doesn't really make you gay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find some answers to the questions I've lately found bugging me more and more often. Am I happy with my current situation? What can I do to make my life better? Is there really a single girl who could fulfill all my dreams? If I stop reaching for the gold medal, will I even find a silver one? And do I really give a fuck about medals? How about just playing the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really want to get married someday? If I get married, will I get bored in 20 years and start buying 18-year-old whores on business trips? Will I be one of those old men offering money for sex to 16-year-old girls in online forums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing I'm certain about. I want kids. Someday, I want to be a father. And I'm going to be a good one. So, maybe instead of looking for the girl of my dreams I should be looking for the mother of my children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, if she's the perfect mother, but she doesn't take it up the ass, is it going to work out? Am I putting too much emphasis on sex? It's just one aspect of many. Is it me who is at fault and not the girls? If so, what can do about it? I can't unsee all the porn and I can't undo the things I've done. And I don't want to. I love loving butts and sub/dom. On the other hand, I think cannibals also love eating human flesh even if they know it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a beautiful, sporty girl who is outgoing and social. She has decent job and she's smart. The most common expression on her face is a smile. She knows how to dress well and likes doing so. She likes good restaurants, art and music. She reads.. books! She wants kids and is willing to dedicate enough time to motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed, she likes sub/dom and anal play. She's bold and open-minded. She knows she looks good naked and isn't afraid show off a bit. Sometimes she'll go to great lengths just to suprise me pleasantly. She's a horny nympho who just can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send your informal applications to my gmail account ;) My username is releaving (dot) farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-6350315262297840059?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6350315262297840059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=6350315262297840059' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/6350315262297840059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/6350315262297840059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/03/lots-of-questions-hardly-any-answers.html' title='Lots of questions, hardly any answers'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-384467425643713952</id><published>2008-03-13T20:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:08:38.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Anne was over last night. The sex was fairly good, I must say. For some reason she wasn't so shy this time. Maybe she was able to hold it back because she knows how much I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time I licked her. I had her legs up the way I love 'em and I fingered her. She sat on my face. She sucked my cock and then sat on my face again. When we fucked I put a finger in her ass and that seemed to heighten her pleasure, at least judging by the moaning. Afterwards she said that it felt a bit weird, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was also out with Jenni. Just to remind you, she's the girl I use to date about 6 months ago. She's been dating some other guy, but recently broke up. Maybe, hopefully, that means that there's some ATM heading my way. That girl really liked anal, and probably still does. I miss her in many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-384467425643713952?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/384467425643713952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=384467425643713952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/384467425643713952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/384467425643713952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-5421025665437491636</id><published>2008-02-27T20:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:24:31.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne and Jack</title><content type='html'>We were exchanging text messages with Anne and I don't really remember how the discussion got there, but I promised that I would be at her mercy that night. It seemed that she wanted to dominate me and naturally I was more than willing to submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got started, she had a hard time adjusting to her role. She ordered me to take off my clothes and we had oral sex both ways. Then she asked me: "What do you want to do now?" -"Anything, you call the shots tonight." She ordered me to licked her a bit more and then we fucked for ages. I had to remind her that she's suppose to tell me when to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing it was the first time she was responsible for the script. Her shyness sure doesn't help. She must have some perverted fantasies that she wants to fulfill, everyone does, she just didn't feel comfortable enough to turn things around and make me her bitch for once. We'll see if we can improve on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new and fresh pussy was over at my place a few days ago. She was very young and very stupid. Many of the remarks she made were at the same time hilarious and sad. For example, when she saw my bookshelf, she asked: "Have you really read all those books?" I laughed out loud, but I was able to come up with some excuse so that she wasn't offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a really small girl. Her body looks hot, but she hasn't really earned it. She just stays slim easily because she's so young. I bet that in a few years, she'll have a fat ass. To tell you the truth, her ass already felt like it was made up of only fat and no muscles at all, it just looks good in tight jeans because it's small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dresses like a slut. Tops that make her boobs stick out, shoes that go up to her knees. She wears black jeans with a low waist so that every now and then you get a glimpse of the upper edge of her red string panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the kind of girl who looks hot when you're drunk at a bar and you see her from afar. When you've got your fingers in her pussy, you can't get it up. This is exactly what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to fuck new girls nowadays when I have such an acquired taste. She's a Jack Daniels. Yeah, it's called whisky, but it's still hardly anything compared to Ardbeg. It just doesn't taste right. You can drink it if you really want to get drunk, but you might as well pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want be too cruel. There were many issues outside her control that may have affected my eagerness. I was really stressed out and tired. However, the truth is that had it been Anne, I would've had a boner that could carry a shopping bag with a week's portion of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that certainly affected me was that she was dead silent. She hardly made any sounds at all when I fingered or licked her. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, girls, if a guy can't get it up, let him do what he needs to do. This is something that both, Lisa and this new girl, completely fucked up. I asked her to turn around to her stomach so I could see her butt. You know me, I love asses, so most probably in 10 seconds I would've had a hard-on. She refused. We had several similar situations with Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it wasn't going to happen we got dressed. When she was about to leave I asked her to blow me. She was one of these girls who have taken this sucking thing a bit too literally. Even though it's called cock sucking, you're not suppose to really suck. You're not suppose to blow either. Yes, girls, I understand that the words can be misleading, but come on! Anyway, eventually I ejaculated into her mouth. She went to the bathroom and spit my children in to the sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-5421025665437491636?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5421025665437491636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=5421025665437491636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5421025665437491636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5421025665437491636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/02/anne-and-jack.html' title='Anne and Jack'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2957481451891404662</id><published>2008-02-24T16:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:40:18.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking and kicking</title><content type='html'>One of the sexiest positions for a woman is when she's lying on her back with her legs up. Like &lt;a href="http://www.pornoposting.com/post/1512071/pics/06.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Pussies look absolutely beautiful this way and you can also see the asshole too. It's not very good for licking pussy, but for fingering either holes or licking the ass, it's perfect.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how I was fooling around with Anne last weekend. We were both pretty drunk since we'd come to my place from a bar. Unfortunately the lighting was very poor so I really couldn't see as well as I would've wanted to. I think it was the first time I saw her beautiful asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her in the this position. I pulled out after a while just to fool around a bit more. I spread some saliva on her asshole and then slid a finger inside. I wasn't really planning on doing that, it just somehow happened, but luckily she didn't seem to mind. I pulled my finger out and I circled my cock around her asshole. "You won't be fucking me in the ass" she said in her charming, firm voice which always makes me want to throw her out the door that instant. A second later, with a soft voice, she asked: "Would you like to?". I hardly managed to say yes as she was already shoving my cock in her ass. She really has a bit of problem with her communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later I was fucking Anne up the ass in one of my favorite positions and watching her stuff two fingers in her pussy. Life is sweet. I thought it would take months if I wanted to try to persuade her to have anal sex with me. I can't emphasize enough how great it felt, mentally and physically. A hot model chick with my cock in her ass. Girls, you're all sluts, but I mean it in a good way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let myself cum while fucking her ass. The in-and-out didn't hurt her at all, but pulling out afterwards did. She let out a cry, but when I asked her about she said it only hurt a bit. There's no knowing if she was telling me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the act she seemed a bit suprised that we'd had anal sex. I guess she was driven by her horniness. According to her anal sex is something for couples who have been dating for at least six months. That was kind of cute ;) However I probably couldn't date a girl for six months without fucking her in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when things got bad. She accidentally saw half of a text message that I had sent Lisa. I think she read the sentence that said "You're a beautiful woman." She got completely pissed off and naturally the fact that she was very drunk didn't help one bit. She started putting her clothes on while yelling at me. It was 5 am in the morning so I don't think my neighbors appreciated her behavior very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to calm her down. I told her that Lisa is just a friend and that's actually true nowadays. She was determined to walk home and I really didn't want to let her go at that hour and that drunk. I tried all my best tricks, but nothing helped. She was way too drunk. Eventually, she got so pissed off that she started hitting and kicking me. The first time any girl has done that to me. Fucking idiot. I just tried to hug her to calm her down. She stormed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later she rings the bell. I don't even remember what she said. I just took her in and told her that we'll sleep, she can leave in the morning and I'll leave her alone. Finally, she agreed. I was completely pissed off, but I knew that this wasn't the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to leave home early. During the day she sent me text messages saying she was sorry and that she wants to see me. I wanted to straighten things out too so we met in the evening. I told her how I despise her for hitting and kicking me. That's just so fucking stupid. She agreed. She seemed really sorry and I could tell she'd had a day full of remorse.  She admitted that the whole fight was silly. I forgave her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2957481451891404662?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2957481451891404662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2957481451891404662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2957481451891404662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2957481451891404662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/02/fucking-and-kicking.html' title='Fucking and kicking'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3347337225052733481</id><published>2008-02-13T22:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:55:53.267+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne is still in the picture</title><content type='html'>Judging by the comments on my previous two posts you folks are going to hate me when I tell you that I've been seeing Anne quite a lot for the past two weeks. Actually we've spent more nights together than apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It's the sum of several reasons, I think. Firstly, she's very good at sucking cock and she likes doing it. If I have the choice of masturbating or getting a decent blowjob, the choice is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she has managed to adapt to my tight schedules. Most of the nights we've met at my place fairly late in the evening, something like 10 pm, we've fucked and then gone to bed. In the morning we've both headed out early. It's the perfect setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex has improved, but it's still far from Lust, sex and sodomy. She's still very shy and I hate it. Licking is still an issue. She says she feels uncomfortable about it because we hardly know each other. I suppose that's understandable, but I still don't have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend she sent me a message that she doesn't want to date other people anymore. I invited her over and gently let her down. She wanted to go home and stay friends from then on, but in the end it didn't take long until she had my cock in her mouth again. She's one horny bitch, I can tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that she's also an ego booster for me. She is fucking hot and she's totally in love with me. She's a professional model and you can really notice. If we're at a bar and I leave her alone for just a few seconds there's another guy hitting on her. It just feels great that such a hot babe is down on her knees in front of Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing worth mentioning is an orgasm she had after riding me for a while. Her whole body spasmed, she moaned so loud I thought she must be having a heart attack and after the climax it took her a minute to catch her breath. She said it was one of the best orgasms she's had in her life. I'm happy I was there to deliver it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3347337225052733481?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3347337225052733481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3347337225052733481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3347337225052733481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3347337225052733481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/02/anne-is-still-in-picture.html' title='Anne is still in the picture'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2642009697633460565</id><published>2008-01-28T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:01:39.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne, part 2</title><content type='html'>When we got to my place I played it like a gentleman. We'd agreed that we're only going to sleep. I took off my clothes except my boxers and went to bed. She took off everything except her string panties and joined me. Naturally we started fooling around immediately. It didn't take long for her to be sucking my cock again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to lick her, she stopped me. This time there was no apparent explanation for it. I was confused, but I thought that she's just a bit shy and needs a minute to get used to the situation. However, it turned out that everytime I tried going down on her she pretty rudely told me not to. What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a decent amount of cuddling she climbed on top of me and started shoving my cock in her pussy. I thought she was only playing around, but she wasn't. She sat on it. No condom, no nothing. I told her I wanted to use a condom to which she replied that she hates 'em. Ok, so I asked if she's on the pill or something. She wasn't. What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out, put a condom on and then had her ride me. We fucked in missionary and doggy style. I liked it most when she was on her stomach and I fucked her from behind. She moaned and panted like she was going insane. She was very loud. I was at it for quite a while, but I still think she didn't come. Eventually, I let myself come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rid of the condom and got back to bed. I was thinking that now we're going to sleep, but I was wrong. She was still full of energy. She wanted to keep on fucking. I admitted that I wasn't sure if I was up for it. I asked if I could lick her. This is when she said that she doesn't want me to cause she hasn't showered since morning. Ok, fair enough. Off to the shower she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got back I finally had permission to lick her pussy. Unfortunately, it was dark and couldn't see much. Nevertheless, she was very self-concious. She kept squeezing her legs together, pulling herself away and she stopped me everytime she got close to orgasming. Shy girls, you gotta hate 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time she was on her stomach and I was kissing her buttocks. She didn't pull away or hint in anyway that she didn't like it so I decided to go further. I licked her pussy from behind then pulled my tongue up so it touched on her asshole. She said: "Do you know where your tongue was at?" I wanted to shoot myself. Fucking amateurs. I didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sucked my cock again and soon I was up for another round. She begged that I wouldn't use a condom. What the fuck? Well, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I once again fucked her from behind while she was on her stomach, I had my thumb on her asshole. After a while she informed me of it: "Your finger is in my butt." Great. Fucking great. Well, I guess it's best that she told me if she didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me ages to come for the second time, but I still think she didn't have an orgasm. After I did, we'd been at it for 3 hours and it was already morning. I was exhausted. I think she still wanted more, but I'd had enough. Finally, we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of time again, so I'll have to talk about our morning another time. Meanwhile, &lt;a href="http://www.smothermenow.com/TGPs/MOVIETGPS/SMN_MGP_62/smn_mgp_62xxxx.htm"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; something I jerked off to today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2642009697633460565?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2642009697633460565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2642009697633460565' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2642009697633460565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2642009697633460565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/01/anne-part-2.html' title='Anne, part 2'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4287455613879663008</id><published>2008-01-27T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:50:03.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne, part 1</title><content type='html'>The girl I met during my vacation got back to Helsinki. We weren't planning on seeing each other on Friday, but after exchanging a few text messages we both detached from our own parties to have a drink together. I must say, I was a bit confused. She seemed very reluctant after our first date and I was kind of thinking that this is going to die out. Well, once she had some alcohol in her blood stream she seemed to be enjoying my company a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot. One thing that sticked out was her superficialness. Some people say I'm superficial. If I am, then what do you call someone who's ten times worse? Megaficial? Every friend of hers she mentioned, she also reviewed their hotness. In fact, with every person she mentioned she passed her judgement on their outlook. Here's a funny quote I recall: "He often behaves like a complete asshole... but he's really hot, so it's OK". Well, the good thing was that, according to her books, I'm hot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also managed make me feel pretty embarassed, which is actually pretty hard. I had a rather tight t-shirt on and, well, I wanted to show off my body. Girls wear revealing tops, guys wear tight shirts with shorts sleeves. So, I took off my hoodie. And I admit I did do a few gestures to make sure she saw my biceps. I do it with a lot of girls and I think I'm pretty inconspicuous, but she caught me. "Yeah, you have nice biceps, but you really don't need to show them off", she said with a broad smile. Despite the way it sounds when written down, it was a positive comment, but it did confuse me big time. "Do you want me to put the hoodie back on?", I said. "No, please don't", she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were ready to go somewhere else it was actually really late. The options were to go somewhere for an hour before the bars close or then just go to my place. She insisted that we go somewhere. We started walking to the bar where my friends were at. This is when I learned the reason she'd been so reluctant towards me after our first date. She said she was sort-of dating. Well, we all know that's code for "I have a boyfriend, but tonight I want to fuck you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years back this probably would've been a big issue for me morally. I guess time has changed me now it really didn't affect me much. I still wanted to see what kind of panties she was wearing and, more importantly, what's under them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, our visit to the bar was brief. We continued to an after party to a friend's place, which is a big apartment in the center of Helsinki. I think there were something like 10 people altogether so it wasn't as intimate as after parties often are. Me and Anne (that's what I'll call her from now on) found ourselves in a private room. This really reminded me of the parties during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed for a while, then started groping each other. I got her tit out of her top and held it between my fingers while I massaged her breast. She panted loudly. Judging by her face and the sounds she made I think she had quite an inner struggle going on regarding her boyfriend. I guess the devil won since suddenly she dropped on the floor on her knees, pulled my cock out and started sucking it. She was pretty good actually. Not as good as Laura, but above average I'd say. Anne's boyfriend, if you're reading this, feel free to post your thoughts on her blowjob technique. It would be cool to have two independent evaluations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I pulled her up to sit on the sofa with me. I started kissing her stomach. Slowly opened her jeans, moved her panties down a bit. Wohoo, a shaved pussy! The Bush administration has finally come to it's end. And the crowds cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started kissing her pubic area. She seemed uneasy. When I got to her pussy lips, she stopped me. She didn't want me to lick her. Blah. Why? Well, I thought it must be the place. The door wasn't locked or anything so someone might suprise us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got all decent again, got out of the room and left the party. She hesitated about coming over to my place for the night so we agreed that we're just going to sleep. It's funny how we probably both knew just as well that our agreement was bullshit, but still those words had to be said outloud or she wouldn't have come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't interrupt stories like this, but I really don't have the time to finish this now. The reason being that we fucked for 3 hours. After sleeping some, we continued in the same unchristian fashion. Hopefully I can tell you about the details tomorrow. Anyway, it wasn't exactly a pleasure cruise. More like the perfect two-week vacation you've booked and paid for in advance, but then the hotel you're staying in sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more on that tomorrow. Take it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4287455613879663008?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4287455613879663008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4287455613879663008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4287455613879663008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4287455613879663008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/01/anne-part-1.html' title='Anne, part 1'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-216887924036858107</id><published>2008-01-21T21:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:56:24.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. I'm back from my vacation. We rented a cottage in Lapland with some friends and just chilled out. All in all, a very good trip. Relaxing and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a very cute girl. She was a friend of a friend and I'd never bumped into her before. We didn't actually do anything during the vacation even though we stayed in the same cottage. We just flirted and talked. We had a few of those silky moments you see in all the chic flicks. You know, the start of a perfect love story. And can you believe it, Your Humble Narrator actually enjoyed it. Well, yeah, in the evening I imagined myself fucking her up the ass while I masturbated, but come on, give me break, I'm a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Helsinki, we'd exchanged phone numbers and I invited her over to my place. She was actually very shy. She joked that she doesn't kiss on the first date, but she was already a bit too late though. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually decided that I wouldn't fuck her on the first date. Things did get pretty heated, but she backed off before I did. I would've. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't think she's very interested in me. She's been out of town again for the past few days and we've barely been in touch. Not a good sign. Well, we'll see what happens when she gets back. Murphy's Law all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meet another girl during my vacation. She was Japanese and we started talking at a bar. I spent the night in her hotel room, but once again I was too drunk to fuck. I think I pretty much dozed off when we got there. Though, judging by her behavior in the morning, we wouldn't have fucked anyway. I fondled her a bit, but that was all she was up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jonna was here. I'm not sure if it was a good idea at all, but we fucked. I was horny as hell and she's a slut. Nothing very special in the act. Lots of choking and spanking, a little assfingering, but that's mostly it. A mediocre, unenthusiastic fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned out to be a rather depressing post ;) Well, what can I say, I really need some new girls in the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-216887924036858107?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/216887924036858107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=216887924036858107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/216887924036858107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/216887924036858107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8112158177313074118</id><published>2008-01-06T03:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:02:25.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  just wanted to let you know that I'm on vacation at the moment and I have very limited access to the Internet. I'll get back to you in 1,5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8112158177313074118?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8112158177313074118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8112158177313074118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8112158177313074118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8112158177313074118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/01/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7952963546771981550</id><published>2007-12-23T23:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:56:17.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 nights, 3 girls</title><content type='html'>I've spent my last three nights with three different girls. First Evita slept over, then Mirva and last night I was at Silja's. Different girl every night, the bright side of being single. I wouldn't want any of these girls as a girlfriend, but small doses are fine. And even though I value the time when I'm alone, it's still often nice to just sleep next to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Lisa, however, these girls are nothing. I'd give away all the three nights for one hour with her. I hate it. I hate being so fixated on her. And I know it's only because I can't have her. The moment she gives in I'll lose interest. This is my curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with Evita was very unenthusiastic. She's my inflatable doll. I do whatever I want with her and she just passively obeys and takes it. Except up the ass. Blah. Her crotch is beautiful though. I always have her pose on all fours with her ass up while I jerk off for a while just watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirva became the 28th girl I've fucked. She's also definitely the fattest so far. I actually grabbed her love handles while fucking her from behind, lol ;) Obviously she's not a reader of my blog since she also has a hairy pussy and ass. Where do these girls come from? I would never date a girl who doesn't shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if Silja shaved I think I'd find her 10 times more sexy than I do now. Mirva is too fat so in my books she's already a lost cause, but shaving might help her in the fugure with a guy whose not as fat-phobic as I am. A hairy pussy is kind of like ice cream with some shit on it as dressing. It just ruins the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her size, Mirva's tits are pretty big and sexy. And her blowjob technique was good. I enjoyed it so much that after fucking her for a while I told her I wanted to cum in her mouth. I took off the condom, she blew me and swallowed the load like aspiring girls are expected to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, I don't think I even made her cum. To be completely honest with you, in her case, I don't care. If she never calls me again, I won't even notice. Well, anyway, she already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at a Christmas party of some sort. After getting very drunk and sending some text messages with Silja I took a taxi to her place. We drank some more and talked. By the time we got to bed I probably dozed off immediately so we didn't even have sex. In the morning we played around a bit, but then I had to leave and we never quite got to it. I don't mind. I like her, she's a fun girl. I just can't get over the pubic hair, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, it's Christmas. Merry aforementioned to you all. I guess I've been a naughty boy since the links I asked for in my previous post haven't exactly been piling up. So far we're at zero. Writing a blog about my bad behavior is probably a dead giveaway for Santa and his elves. Those fuckers. I bet Santa is much more of a pervert than I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7952963546771981550?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7952963546771981550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7952963546771981550' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7952963546771981550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7952963546771981550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-nights-3-girls.html' title='3 nights, 3 girls'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2646630853899049049</id><published>2007-12-17T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:39:08.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silja and her ass (no, I don't mean a donkey)</title><content type='html'>Not a lot of sexual action in my part of the woods. I've been really busy with work, hobbies and Christmas. I'm so happy that there's some vacation coming up. I feel like I'm about to have a nervous breakdown. It's just that burn outs are so 80's already that a fashionable chap such as myself would never let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silja and I had another encounter. She slept over at my place, but we didn't have sex since we were both drunk and tired. The next day we ended up spending together. It was fun. I cooked her some food, we watched movies and drank &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulled_wine"&gt;Glögg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this happened more than a week ago so I'm having a hard time remembering all the details of our act. One thing I do remember very clearly is how I was disgusted by her asshole. I watched it while I fucked her from behind and it was far from enticing. I suppose it was the hair around it. I guess that's all it takes to ruin the single sexiest part of the female body. Instead of cumming, I threw up. I'm just happy the vomit came out of my penis and not my mouth. (rotflmao;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evita has been busy too and she's canceled a date twice. Hope we can make it soon. I'm eager to fuck her. She's a lot of fun as long as you don't see her very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was very horny. I could only think about pussy and ass. Watching porn, but not jerking off didn't help in the least bit. So I started sending some dirty text messages to Jonna. To my amazement, I was turned down. I was under the impression that all it needs is one text message and my cock is in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was wrong. She turned me down. She played along sort-of, but eventually she refused to meet up. She said: "I don't think that's what I need right now". Maybe she's hung up on her previous boyfriend or something. Dunno. Well, anyway, she already sent me an email asking me out for a beer. I guess she just wants me to say something nice to her before I call her a slut and fuck her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today I suppose. I'm hoping to write at least once before Christmas, but just in case I don't: merry Christmas everyone. Spend all your money on useless gifts that the recipients won't value. That's the spirit! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to cheer up my Christmas, feel free to email me some links to good anal porn ;) My email is at gmail.com and my username is "releaving.farewell".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2646630853899049049?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2646630853899049049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2646630853899049049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2646630853899049049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2646630853899049049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/12/silja-and-her-ass-no-i-dont-mean-donkey.html' title='Silja and her ass (no, I don&apos;t mean a donkey)'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2096625301334218603</id><published>2007-12-03T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:08:10.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone hates Bush!</title><content type='html'>We all know the depressing situation when you're at a restaurant and you see a beautiful couple glowing with happiness. They laugh, hold hands and whisper in each other's ears. It seems like time has stopped for them. The boy only sees the girl and the girl only sees the boy. Nothing can distract the intensity of their togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few days ago, me and the old friend I mentioned in my previous post, were pretty much like that. Of course we weren't really in love or anything of the sort. But hey, what do you really know about the situation of a couple you see in a bar? Maybe they're so excited because they're both cheating on their spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Silja -that's what I'll call her- had a great time. We had a few drinks then came over to my place to have one more. Soon it was late and she was swearing because she had no make-up removal lotion with her. Ok, so she was staying for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a shower together. She had a huge bush. What a major turn off. I don't get girls who don't shave. I've mentioned this a million times in the blog, but it seems I'm not getting through since I still meet girls with hairy pussies. Ladies, if there's one thing you remember from my blog remember this: shave. (And take it up the ass, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the showering was fun. Some girls hardly react to G-spot rubbing, some girls react very violently. Silja is of the latter category. I'm not sure, but I think she came after half a minute of fingering. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of the shower and onto my bed, she sucked my cock. I don't know what happened to the previous talks about STD's. It just happened. Maybe she'd had it checked out. Maybe not. Her having herpes was actually very unlikely judging by what she told me earlier. Anyway, definitely not the smartest move to let her suck my cock. Unfortunately I realized it when my cock was already half way down her throat. Let's just hope lady luck is benevolent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blowjob was good however. Way better than Evita, but then again, that's not much of an achievement. Her style was close to that of Laura, whom I think still carries the title of "Best Blowjob". She even rubbed my asshole, which was very nice and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a condom, but my erection wasn't especially strong. Her bush was far from sexy and our games were plain vanilla. So I started licking her. She kept twirling around so much that it was really hard to keep at it. I turned her around on her stomach. Watching her ass while I fingered her made my cock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I fucked her from behind. When we did the missionary, she rubbed my ass again. Perfect. It feels awesome. Try it out sometimes, boys and girls, if you already haven't. Naturally I also rubbed her ass, but I didn't slide a finger in yet. Maybe next time, if there's going to be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rode me for quite a while and panted: "It's not easy to make you cum". I wasn't aware that she wanted me to cum already. I told her I cum when I want to. We switched back to missionary and I let myself ejaculate while she rubbed my asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept over for the night, which was sort of nice, I suppose. I do like some tenderness with her. However, she's nothing compared to Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Evita is coming over. I'm feeling so damn horny I can't wait to strangle her while I finger her slutty ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2096625301334218603?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2096625301334218603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2096625301334218603' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2096625301334218603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2096625301334218603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/12/everyone-hates-bush.html' title='Everyone hates Bush!'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7320338435728060759</id><published>2007-11-27T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:39:05.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of exciting things, hardly any excitement</title><content type='html'>I saw Mirva last Saturday. I've been very lazy with keeping in touch with her. She calls me every now and then and asks me out. I'm not interested in her, but sometimes it's fun to just spend time with someone instead of being alone. I didn't even try anything with her. Just a few kisses and some groping at my place, but it was hardly even worth mentioning. I'll fuck her if the moment comes, but I'm not planning on making it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did play around with an old friend of mine. We've actually known each other for quite a few years and there's always been a mutual interest, but nothing's ever really happened between us romantically. Sexually, something. I won't go to the details for now, but just for the record, I haven't fucked her. However, if it hadn't been for her period, things would be different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get a blowjob, but at least she had a decent reason. She thinks she may have been infected with herpes by her previous boyfriend and she doesn't want to pass it on. Quite a mood breaker, but a very valid and respectable reason, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonna is back in the game. I met her at a bar during the weekend and she wanted me to come over and fuck her. I wanted to but I couldn't since it was already very late and I had an early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about inviting her over, but so far I haven't made a move. I'm actually having rather mixed feelings about the whole thing. Sure, I'd want a slut that takes it up the ass, but for some reason there's a spark missing. I've mentioned this in the blog before, I'm sure. There's just something not there. She's kind of like an extra hand to jerk off with. Ok, she's kinky so maybe she's like a hand with a leather glove on. But, umh, you know, I already have two. Plus Evita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong when I talk about a spark. This has nothing to do with infatuation or love. It's a purely sexual spark. With some girls you just burn with desire to peel off those panties and marvel at that shaved pussy. With some girls, you don't. Jonna is of the latter category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some of my readers this might come as a shock, but I'm also a bit worried that she'll become too entangled with me. She's already shown some faint signs that what were doing isn't very healthy for her, mentally. I'd like to stress the word 'faint' since I might be just imagining it all. However, I don't want her to be dependent on me for real. I want a sex slave, not a real slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7320338435728060759?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7320338435728060759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7320338435728060759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7320338435728060759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7320338435728060759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/11/loads-of-exciting-things-hardly-any.html' title='Loads of exciting things, hardly any excitement'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4041537564184448486</id><published>2007-11-17T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:50:12.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All the fun things you can do with a belt + some whining</title><content type='html'>Evita slept over at my place yesterday. We had a rather nice evening. Shampange, talking and sex. Normally, I prefer not to talk to her since she's not especially smart, but somehow yesterday we got along pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off standing. She willingly arched her back and pushed her butt out so I could spank her properly. I also got down on my knees behind her and licked her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already decided earlier that I'm going to use my belt on her so I told her to lay down on the bed with her butt up. When I took off my belt she must've known what was coming, but she didn't even blink. Her ass was already red and the belt sure as hell didn't help. Still, obediently, she kept her ass up. Only after one rather hard hit did she drop. I pulled her ass up again, but eased off on the spanking. It's not suppose to hurt for real. There's a limit when it's not fun anymore and naturally I didn't want to cross it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spanking there was some pussy and ass licking and some mouth fucking, the usual. The next new thing was when I started fucking her from behind and strangled her with the belt. That was pretty sexy, though I had to be very careful. I hardly even pulled on the belt to make sure I didn't hurt her. Nonetheless, it was very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evita would be the perfect fuck if she only took it up the ass and if she wasn't so lousy at sucking cock. But then again, if she was all that, the world would explode since it can't handle such girls. What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I are gonna take some distance. It was her initiative, but I agree. We talked on the phone a few days ago and I was finally able to squeeze out some real facts from her. She said she can't imagine me as the father of her children and thus doesn't want to date. She admitted that it's because she feels like she's running out of time and she hated me for making her say it out loud. Well, it was my time to be selfish. Our thing has so far been all about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the facts all along, but somehow I just couldn't take it in unless I heard it straight out at my face. Now I know that I shouldn't waste much time on her since it's just not going to happen. The truth is that even if we had become a pair, we would've broken up very soon, I believe. There was just some kind of magic between us, but we all know that that kind of stuff never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how much you reason that this is all for the best, I hate it. I've thought about things a lot after the phone call and I miss her. I miss that plain vanilla girl, now how ironic is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4041537564184448486?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4041537564184448486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4041537564184448486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4041537564184448486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4041537564184448486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-fun-things-you-can-do-with-belt.html' title='All the fun things you can do with a belt + some whining'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-5417867654124987694</id><published>2007-11-04T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:42:17.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa, oh, Lisa</title><content type='html'>A lot has been going on in my personal life during the last month. Most of it is work- and family-related and thus outside the scope of this blog. Some time ago I decided that I won't apologize for not updating since I started this blog as a diary for myself. Now that I have a few readers who actually want to know how I'm doing I feel obliged: sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The softie girl and I still keep in touch on a daily basis. We've had a few sexual encounters and I did penetrate her successfully without a condom and very drunk. I didn't cum inside her or anything, thank god for that, but it was pretty stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some hard times with this thing we have going on. Normally I like it when you don't need to define a relationship, when you just go with the flow. With her, it's different. I'd want to make her my girl. Of course, she doesn't want to define our relationship. So this time around, I'm the one on a leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've kept myself together so far. I just need to remind myself that she's a softie and I like rough sex. If she was my girlfriend, I'd probably dump her in two months because she wouldn't do ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other girls have been coming and going, but nothing really worth mentioning. I suppose I've calmed down a bit. Or maybe I'm just spending too much effort on Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did bump into Jonna in a bar a few weeks ago. We got into a conversation in which she said that I'm the best sex she's ever had. I've heard from common friends that she's not doing too well with her boyfriend anymore. Maybe I'm about to get my slut back. She's definitely the most obedient one I've had so far. Keep your fingers crossed ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-5417867654124987694?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5417867654124987694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=5417867654124987694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5417867654124987694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5417867654124987694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/11/lisa-oh-lisa.html' title='Lisa, oh, Lisa'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7740589192103289984</id><published>2007-10-01T22:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:44:56.044+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another failure</title><content type='html'>The chubby but fuckable girl from Stockmann, from now on referred to as Mirva, slept over at my place Friday-Saturday. I was feeling really horny after a few beers, but of course she was on her period. We played around a bit, mostly kissing, which I'm not into that much but she definately was. Naturally I like kissing, but I don't want to have my lips glued to hers all the time. Besides, kissing the neck and ears is way more sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she understood without much insinuation that since she's chubby and on her period, and I'm a hot guy, she needs to blow me if she ever wants to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don't cum into a girls mouth without asking for permission first. I don't know why, but I think it's sort of rude or something. With her I was kind of thinking about asking about it, but then I just thought that she's been sucking my cock for such a while already that she must know what's coming (literally). She tidily swallowed it all. Good girl, though chubby ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening Lisa asked me to come over. I deliberately haven't even suggested us seeing each other since I wanted her to make the move and finally she did. Oh, had I missed her sweet, fit body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've quite emphasized how beautiful her pussy is. It's simply magnificent. Last night I spent quite a lot of time just watching her masturbate. It was so beautiful I could've cried. Had I died right then and there, I would've died a happy man with a huge boner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when it was time for me to stuff that boner into her womb, it instantly disappeared. It wasn't just a weak erection, hell, my cock was totally limp. Third time in a row. Can you fucking believe it? One of the hottest girls I've met in my life and I can't fucking keep it up?! God, if you're out there, you're a fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all psychology. It's all in my head. But what the hell can I do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she is one of the hottest girls I know and there's a crazy spark between us, there's a lot of things wrong too. I analyzed the situation a bit and I came up with quite a few things that I know affect my ability to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lighting.&lt;/span&gt; I'm a very visual person and I want to be able to see pussies and assholes and nipples, loud and clear. She likes candlelight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenderness.&lt;/span&gt; Nowadays my normal sex contains at least some dominance, choking, spanking, something. With her, it's all kissing and caressing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Status.&lt;/span&gt; She's the one calling the shots and I'm the one dancing accordingly. More often, it's the other way around. I don't like this setup very much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her shyness.&lt;/span&gt; She keeps making small gestures of shyness, such as pulling her legs together a bit when I'm fingering her. I don't know why, but that seems to be a major turn off for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhaustion. &lt;/span&gt;I'm been very, very tired on all of these three times this has happened. We always started playing around very late in the evening and finished in the wee hours and that definitely doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;None of these would have a big effect alone, but when combined they mean a lot. That is, enough to kill my erection at the crucial moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've concluded that lots of it is about the environment. With a lot of the girls, I'd just move on and forget about the whole deal, but Lisa is just someone I don't want to pass. I want to fuck her from behind just once in my life and maybe then I can move on. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the stuff on the list simply isn't something that I can do much about. The lighting I can probably fix if I ever manage to bring her to my place. Already the exhaustion is harder since as I said, she calls the shots and she doesn't plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the best thing would be to just leave it be since our views on sex differ quite a lot. It's just that where they do collide, it's magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very puzzled about this all and I'd appreciate your view on this. Please tell me what you think in a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did please her after the limpness struck. I licked her into three orgasms in the evening and one in the morning. And I didn't even get a blowjob in return. She did suck my cock, but I didn't cum before she finished. She was going all like "this is so unfair, I get so much and you get nothing". I wanted to stay "stop whining and swallow", but as you can imagine I was feeling a bit low so I shut up. This is all so wrong and I'm just taking it. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally managed to see Evita. It was a very convenient day since I needed some proof of my manliness and, well, no problems keeping it up with her. "Kneel", was the first thing I commanded, then pulled out my cock and stuffed it in her mouth. I spanked her butt red, choked her, fingered her ass and fucked her like the slut she is. My hard-on was, of course,  rock solid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7740589192103289984?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7740589192103289984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7740589192103289984' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7740589192103289984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7740589192103289984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/10/yet-another-failure.html' title='Yet another failure'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-5461828486145553199</id><published>2007-09-25T21:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:55:39.221+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a softie with Lisa</title><content type='html'>I've managed to straighten up my act with Lisa. I've been deliberately taking a few steps back and the funny thing is that she seems to be following me. The moment I act cold and indifferent, she's hot for me again. If I act all softie and talk about hugging, she grows colder. I just have to keep my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do I do that? Of course by meeting some new ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flirted with a girl at Stockmann (a big shopping center in Helsinki). We went different ways, but bumped into each other a few minutes later and the girl asked if I wanted to have coffee some time. Of course I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her a few days ago and we had fun. She's actually a bit chubbier than the girls I normally date, but she's still fuckable. Judging by the text messages I've been getting after our coffee session I'll be peeling down her panties very soon. I'm looking forward to it. I'm really in need of some fresh pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to fuck Evita today, but she cancelled because she had a bit of a temperature. Hope she's OK tomorrow and we can meet. I've been going without for so long that I really need a hole to stick my cock in or it'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot to talk about Sara. I slept over at her place last weekend. She insisted that I come over and eventually I succumbed. At her place I took the initiative and things started moving smoothly towards some sex, until she told me she's on her period and that she's sorry she didn't tell me earlier. Blah. Well, she sucked my dick for two minutes and that was about all that happened. She acted like a 16-year-old for the whole evening. I was pretty pissed off, but naturally didn't show it to her. Most probably I won't be seeing her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-5461828486145553199?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5461828486145553199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=5461828486145553199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5461828486145553199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/5461828486145553199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-longer-softie-with-lisa.html' title='No longer a softie with Lisa'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7228197553562238697</id><published>2007-09-12T23:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:04:24.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny links</title><content type='html'>LOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wolfbagging"&gt;Definition of the word 'wolfbagging'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=800"&gt;A nice t-shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7228197553562238697?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7228197553562238697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7228197553562238697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7228197553562238697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7228197553562238697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-links.html' title='Funny links'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4655385681136017156</id><published>2007-09-12T22:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:54:54.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lonely</title><content type='html'>Now I know that it doesn't matter if I'm in love with Lisa, because it's never going to happen. I discussed the issue with her and she said the age difference is too big of a deal for her. Pity, I really like that girl and I don't give a shit about her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting turned down always makes me feel so damn lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the fact that I brought up the subject doesn't end our fuck buddy relationship. I told her not to worry about it, but naturally things aren't quite that simple. We'll see what happens. I want to bang her properly. Let's hope we have the time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara did come over after my previous post but we didn't fuck. She didn't make an iniative and I just kept thinking about Lisa. So nothing happened. No suprise though, I have no spark for her. She's way too easy. I like the kind of girls whom you chase for months and still fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those moments when I'd need a hug from my girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4655385681136017156?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4655385681136017156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4655385681136017156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4655385681136017156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4655385681136017156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-lonely.html' title='Feeling lonely'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4541207418433399504</id><published>2007-09-08T12:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:38:20.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I in love with Lisa?</title><content type='html'>My writing pace has decreased quite a lot during the last few months. I don't really know what's going on. I guess I haven't been thinking about my sexual life that much. Or then Lisa is slowing me down because I'm still trying to make her fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday Lisa was really depressed about some work-related issues and was about to cancel a planned evening together. I bought her some flowers, went to her place and gave her a massage. Sometimes girls are so easy. Her pussy was flowing with juices. It was unbelievable how wet she was. And I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always so excited about having sex with her. Just peeling down her panties and getting a glimpse of her pussy makes me want to lay down and die a happy man. Of course I'm always excited about getting my hands on some nice pussy, but with her it's the same feeling amplified by a magnitude of ten. Does this mean I'm in love with her? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pussy tastes like strawberries. Every girl has a different taste and scent and so far I've never come across anything that would be unattractive, but still there are differences. Some girls you'd want to eat for days just for the taste and Lisa is definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we had sex for about 3 hours during which I gave her 4 orgasms. I have an image glued in my brain where her pussy is right above my face after she'd sat on it and she's circling her finger around her clit. The only thing I can think of that could be more beautiful would include ass fingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't discussed anal sex with her yet, but I did lick her anus a bit. I couldn't quite make out whether she liked it or not. She's much older than me so I bet some guys must've fucked her up the ass. Let's hope she loves it. Keep your fingers crossed, my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tuesday evening wasn't perfect. When I was suppose to fuck her, I couldn't keep it up. My heart was racing like it was my first time with a girl. I felt like I was running a marathon. It just wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was OK with since I did lick her into three more orgasms after it happened, but still it sucks not being able to perform. And naturally, after the I took off the condom, threw it away and started licking her, again I was hard as a rock. Life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in her mouth, but she couldn't keep it in so again my stomach was covered with cum. She said I have to tell her when I cum so she can prepare. Weird, I thought it was easy to notice when a guy is just about to cum. Anyway, I'll definitely do that next time, maybe she'll swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new girl I've mentioned slept over at my place some days ago. I'll call her Sara. We didn't have sex though, because she thought it was too early. Well, she's coming over today and judging by the text messages we've been exchanging, I'll have my cock up her pussy in no time at all. I'll tell you all about it next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4541207418433399504?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4541207418433399504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4541207418433399504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4541207418433399504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4541207418433399504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-in-love-with-lisa.html' title='Am I in love with Lisa?'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1084732839390102304</id><published>2007-08-26T15:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:48:32.225+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowjob from Lisa</title><content type='html'>I took Lisa to see a movie yesterday. As I've said before, I love spending time with her. She's so full of positive energy that no matter how bummed down you are, she'll cheer you up. The thing that got me interested in her in the first place was the captivating smile she always gave me while working at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to a restaurant for some food and wine and then to a bar to have a nightcap. I invited her to my place, but she hesitated, as usual. This time however, it wasn't only about my age. She was on her period. Naturally I told her that it's OK if we just sleep, but she said she wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping at my place right now. So, once again, we went to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very short version of what really happened. The decision that it's OK for us to sleep together took her about two hours to make. She still has some unresolved issues regarding my age and an ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we eventually got to her place and things got exciting. We cuddled and kissed like a normal vanilla couple would. You, my dear readers, all know that normally that's not really my kind of thing, but I guess I'm pretty adaptive, since with her it was all good. I really enjoyed my dosage of tenderness and she did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I didn't even need to ask her to go down on me. She told me to take off my boxers and once I did she immediately started swallowing my cock. It was great, she was good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time she sucked my cock she didn't want me to cum in her mouth. However, this time she really seemed to be trying to make me cum. I asked her if she wanted me to cum, to which she replied: "Of course I do". Well, I stopped prolonging it and ejaculated into her mouth. She couldn't keep it all in since the gravity was against her so a lot of it dripped on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orgasm was so strong that I was drifting for a minute afterwards. I thanked her and said I was sorry I couldn't return the favor until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with the cum swallowing. I mean, last time it wasn't OK to cum in her mouth, but this time it was? Is there a rule about it? Like the one that says that you're not suppose to have sex until the third date? You're not suppose to swallow cum until he's paid for your dinner? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I noticed that the new girl I mentioned in my previous post had sent me a message in the evening, asking where I was. On Friday she insinuated that she wants to come over to my place and sleep for the night, but at that time it was too late to make it happen. Anyway, looks like there's some fresh pussy heading my way soon. Keep your thumbs up ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1084732839390102304?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1084732839390102304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1084732839390102304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1084732839390102304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1084732839390102304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/08/blowjob-from-lisa.html' title='Blowjob from Lisa'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1464119809714265639</id><published>2007-08-22T19:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:17:51.965+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An hour of Lisa every day</title><content type='html'>I have to write quick because I'm meeting Lisa soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about an hour on the phone almost every day. She's a lot of fun, but she's still rather cautious of me because of my age. I actually asked her directly if it's my age that's bothering her and she said that it is. Of course I knew that, but it was good to hear her say it. She keeps telling me how I'm not like other guys of my age, because she doesn't want to feel bad about wanting to fuck me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a new girl through a friend. She's two years younger than me and seems very inexperienced. She wants to take things veeery slow and I'm pretty bored already after seeing her twice. I'm not going to put much effort into it, but if she happens to drop her pants down while visiting me, I'll fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Lisa just sent me a message. Gotta go, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1464119809714265639?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1464119809714265639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1464119809714265639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1464119809714265639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1464119809714265639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/08/hour-of-lisa-every-day.html' title='An hour of Lisa every day'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7078356520010670218</id><published>2007-08-10T20:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:14:20.399+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Evita, Jonna, Lisa, Sini, Jenni</title><content type='html'>Loads of stuff has happened since I last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked Evita. It was fun and pleasing, but there's no spark between us. We just masturbate on each other. But I have to say, she has one of the prettiest ass-pussy-combinations I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had her on her stomach, put my hand between her legs and pulled her ass up so she had to arch her back quite a lot. This gave me a great view of the aforementioned. I just had to stare and masturbate for a while. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got pretty excited when I fucked her and I was left with a few bleeding scars on my upper back and buttocks. Well, I also took out almost a handful of her hair so we'll call it even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Jonna in quite a while, but for some reason I called her up and we met. She's still dating the same guy that she cut our fuck buddy relationship for. She came over to my place and there was definitely some sexual tension in the air. Maybe because I gave her back the panties I took for her about a year ago ;) I would've wanted to put my hands around her throat since I know that that's all it takes to make her wet, but I didn't since I know she's the kind of girl who doesn't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I had another chance with Lisa. We met for beers, I acted indifferent, maybe even rude, and her pussy got all wet. She gave me all the possible tips saying she wants me to come over to her place for the night, but I intentionally neglected them because I wanted to hear her say it out loud. Eventually she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pretty hungry for some tenderness and I gave it to her. I was the sweetest guy on the planet. Seriously. I hugged, cuddled, licked and caressed her. It was awesome. I guess I was in need of something like that too. Her body is so well-formed I just love to run my hands all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a blowjob, but same as last time, I had to ask for it. When it was time to fuck, she put the breaks on. I really didn't get what the point was and I was pretty pissed off, but I acted like a gentleman and left it at that. Girls are weird with their emotions and all, better not mess with 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she didn't put on any panties under her nightie. I licked her a bit every now and then, e.g. when she was on the phone with a friend. She got all excited again and asked me: "Would you still want to fuck me?" Psycho. Naturally I did, but that was when Murphy's law kicked in. I couldn't get it up. Though she didn't do much to help me either. It's weird how inexperienced she is in certain things even though she's way older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I licked her to an orgasm and after that she pretty much glowed with satisfaction. I love doing that to a woman. But yet again I left her place with out cumming myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I spoke on the phone with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-titties-and-my-cock-between-em.html"&gt;Sini, the girl with huge tits&lt;/a&gt;. She lived in another city for a while, but now she's back. We met later in the evening at a bar, but left pretty early to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason she wanted to have sex outside so for a while we fucked in the bushes behind Finlandia Hall. When we got to my place, the sex was awful. Her unshaved pussy was almost disgusting. I came in her mouth. Blah. The whole thing left such bad vibes that I don't even want to write more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to miss my blog's two year anniversary. Maybe I'll write a similar &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-year-of-lust-sex-and-sodomy.html"&gt;birthday post&lt;/a&gt; I did last year. Or maybe not. We'll see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned today that Jenni has met a guy. They're not exactly dating yet, but there's something going on between them. I'm still a bit jealous of her. And I'd definately want to keep fucking her ass. I hope things don't work out with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7078356520010670218?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7078356520010670218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7078356520010670218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7078356520010670218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7078356520010670218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/08/evita-jonna-lisa-sini-jenni.html' title='Evita, Jonna, Lisa, Sini, Jenni'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-680923602473542139</id><published>2007-07-29T16:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:23:34.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You can do anything</title><content type='html'>Last week I spoke on the phone with Jenni when she was at a bar. I knew it was more convenient for her to come over to my place because she had work the next day so I offered to accomodate her. I told her it's OK if she just wants to sleep and not have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fucked her up the ass and she sucked my cock right after. Once again she was my obedient slut and kept repeating "you can do anything to me". While I fucked her ass I told her that I'm going to cum inside her, then take some cum out with my finger and make her swallow it. Her reply was: "you can do anything to me". Perfect. Well, after cumming it didn't seem like that good of an idea anymore so I didn't. Now I regret not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she came over, feeling depressed about some stuff in her life. She wanted some tender loving so I gave it to her. This time she called all the shots. She sucked my cock, then told me to go down on her. She told me in which position she wants to be fucked and so on. This time around, I was her bitch. She told me later that the sexiest thing was that she could order me to cum. I kept fucking her as long as she liked and when she said "now cum" I stopped doing all the tricks I talked about in my previous post and ejaculated very soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni is going up and down with our current form of relationship. First she hates the whole thing, the next day she takes it up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been in contact with Lisa constantly. At least something got sorted out on the phone a few days ago. She thought that I was looking for a relationship and that was the reason she was keeping up all her defenses. Well, I told her I just want to be friends with benefits. That was OK with her, but when I asked if it's OK to come over for the night she said no. So, I still can't read her very well, but I think this was a turn in a better direction. Maybe I'll get to fuck her after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'm just enjoying the summer. Even though I'm very busy as always I've also managed to spend some time at Hietsu (a beach in Helsinki). Not the best place for a guy like me. I'd have to be jerking off all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-680923602473542139?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/680923602473542139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=680923602473542139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/680923602473542139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/680923602473542139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-can-do-anything.html' title='You can do anything'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1806102787674168354</id><published>2007-07-16T20:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:20:48.125+03:00</updated><title type='text'>For men: Tips on how to time your orgasm</title><content type='html'>I've been boasting about the ability to decide when I want to cum and some readers wanted me to share some tips. I promised I would, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing, in my opinion, is breathing. Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. This should calm you down, because it sort of feels like you're letting out more air than you're taking in. Try to concentrate on the breathing, I'm sure you can move your hips without thinking about it that much. Don't worry if your breathing sounds loud, she's only going to think it's sexy. You can get more tips for breathing from running and martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most effective trick is mind games. Don't think about how great her ass looks when your cock sinks in. Think about work. Think about groceries. Think about what to do next weekend. If you still feel like you're going to cum soon, think about your grandma. Don't think about sex, pussy, ass and don't concentrate on how good it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying you have to think about your grandma all the time during sex. You only need to do it when your nearing an orgasm. It's just to fend off the climax so you can once again admire that sweet brown rosebud you're fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do this a lot, but the thoughts I use are more ordinary nowadays. When I was a teenager I had a few really disgusting memories that I brought back when needed. Well, we all know that with those testosterone levels you really need something special for it to work. Happily, nowadays, more common things are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good skill is to know when to pull out. If you've failed in the above two, which you will  every now and then, you can still save it by pulling out in time. I mean really pulling out immediately, not just slowing down or first taking a few more pushes. If you're really close to the edge, pull out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, it's not perfect. You might ruin some pleasure from her by doing that, but you will anyway if you cum too early. And naturally you can exchange your cock for a few fingers for the time it takes for you to cool off a bit, or you can lick her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out is a lot harder when, for example, a girl is giving you a blowjob since she's in charge. If she gives you that one stroke too much she'll push you over the edge and you'll cum on her face. There's is a last straw that you can try clinging to. You can squeeze your cock with the index finger and thumb just below the helmet. The important thing is to have your index finger under your penis. I really don't know all the anatomical terms to explain this better, but just try it and you'll probably get it. This will stop the orgasm if you do it fast enough. You can practise this while masturbating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious, but still worth mentioning, is pace. If your nearing an orgasm, slow down for a while and instead go deeper. If it feels like you're going to cum immediately if you start quickening the pace again, pull out and cool off for a while. Spank her. Strangle her. Tell her she's a bitch. You know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you apply all the tricks in the world, you're still probably going to cum too early every now and then. Don't take it too seriously, but be sure to finish pleasing her. Lick and finger her to an orgasm. No way in hell are you allowed to stop since you already came. I hope no one in the world seriously thinks that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the things that popped into my mind during this half an hour. I'll let you know if I forgot something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do comment and share your own wisdom in this matter. Bear in mind that I'm no professional and I'm not claiming to be one. These are my opinions and I'm hoping someone can learn from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1806102787674168354?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1806102787674168354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1806102787674168354' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1806102787674168354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1806102787674168354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-men-tips-on-how-to-time-your-orgasm.html' title='For men: Tips on how to time your orgasm'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1779934147479185284</id><published>2007-07-16T20:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:35:15.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend with the russian girl and a movie with Jenni</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I hosted the russian girl I met a few weeks ago. It was a lot of fun, but sexually it's hardly worth mentioning. She still shaved her pussy in that same weird way with hair around her labia, but nowhere else. She also hadn't shaved her legs for a while, which was pretty disgusting to tell you the truth. A really nice girl, but someone really needs to tell her a few facts about life, the universe and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after I had taken her to the airport, I went to a movie with Jenni. I was so horny for a well shaved pussy that I had a really hard time concentrating on the film. Afterwards we were standing at a bus stop and I sort of let my hand go down her skirt and found out that she wasn't wearing any panties. You can imagine how I could hardly contain myself. I asked her to come home with me, but she refused because of an early wakeup next morning. Today, via SMS, I learned that the truth is she's still in love with me and can't handle a fuck buddy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still makes me think whether I made the right decision in dumping her. I enjoy spending time with her, she likes it up the ass, she does ATM. There's a lot of good things about her. I guess I'll have to read some old blog posts once again to remind myself of the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1779934147479185284?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1779934147479185284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1779934147479185284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1779934147479185284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1779934147479185284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-with-russian-girl-and-movie.html' title='A weekend with the russian girl and a movie with Jenni'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-6964989807521332440</id><published>2007-06-27T21:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:06:02.926+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenni and Evita</title><content type='html'>I have two weekends to tell about and both of them contain some very good action. I'm going to have to skip some details or this post will end up longer than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Egyptian"&gt;The Egyptian&lt;/a&gt;. First, Midsummer weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenni exchanged SMS messages a lot. We also talked on the phone when we were both very, very drunk. As we all know, that's the best time to sort out relationships. She pretty much told me that she's still very much in love with me. I told her that I like her and care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our messages were dirty and horny, but mostly initiated by me with her only replying without adding anything of her own. That's the boring thing that pissed me off already earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday she came over and we fucked, twice. She was still a bit drunk. She'd been drinking during the trip back from the cottage she was at. Sunday was warm and sunny so she was wearing a short skirt. She brought some strawberries with her and started rinsing them in the kitchen. I pulled her skirt up and kneeled behind her. I moved her panties aside and started licking her asshole. She stopped the rinsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up I kissed her passionately and fingered her ass and her pussy. She got down and gave me a blowjob. When she got up she wanted me in her so we fucked right there against the kitchen counter for while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved her to the kitchen table and I sweeped the desk clean with one hand. I always wanted to do that ;) I bent her over the table and fucked her some more. Naturally I pulled on her hair and called her a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in her mouth and there was so much cum that she couldn't keep it all in. That's what a weekend without masturbation or sex does to a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed over for a while and about an hour later we fucked again, though this time in the bedroom. I suggested anal and she wanted it too, but when I started fingering her butt it was all too tight and tense for fucking so we had to leave it be. Otherwise the second round was pretty much just as good as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then last weekend. I took Evita home from a bar. (Use the search functionality to find past stories of Evita.) The sex was very wild and rough, maybe even violent. But I guess she liked it since she didn't say anything and she's the kind of girl who will speak her opinions if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spanked her, fucked her mouth, fingered her ass. I made her stand in front of me while I watched her and masturbated. I had her spread her ass for me just so I can enjoy the view. She's a very obedient girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bending her legs to her head so that she's sort of on her shoulders and then licking and fingering her ass. It simply looks awesome. I only wish she'd take it up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played around for an hour or so before intercourse. It was her who wanted to fuck. I like foreplay more than intercourse, but I guess it was time. Eventually I came on her ass while she spread her ass cheeks for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can read, the last two weekends were very nice sexwise. Let's just hope this keeps up. Well, the weekend after the next the russian girl is coming over to my place. That'll be fun, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few anonymous readers have been asking me to share some tips on controlling the climax and on convincing a girl to have anal sex. I'm more than willing to share and I intend to write on both subjects, but unfortunately I don't think I'll have time this weekend. But they're coming, so keep your pants on ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-6964989807521332440?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6964989807521332440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=6964989807521332440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/6964989807521332440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/6964989807521332440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/06/jenni-and-evita.html' title='Jenni and Evita'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2570069375809345251</id><published>2007-06-20T21:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:35:57.178+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a great Midsummer everyone!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave to spend Midsummer at a cottage. I can't wait to chill out a little. And who knows, maybe I'll meet some country girls ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about Jenni a lot. There's definitely a part of me that wants her back. At the moment, however, the part that doesn't want her is winning. I really think that this blog is a very good tool for this. I simply read some of my posts and think how frustrated I was at times. Though it does work the other way around too, I do get a major boner when reading about our anal sex adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with the russian girl on MSN. She's coming over next month and she'll spend a weekend with me. Hope she's not looking for a husband, cause that's not going to happen. I'll show her around and she'll blow me in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a very open discussion about sex, which was very weird since we hardly know each other. One of her first sentences on this topic was that she doesn't like anal sex. So we were off to a great start, but the good thing was that at least she has an open mind. After a few minute discussion she was already beginning to believe me when I said that anal sex does not hurt when done properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't arranged anything with &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-never-going-to-believe-this.html"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;, which is a pity. A session with her would spark up the whole summer. Christine, if you're reading, check your calender for vacant weekends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Midsummer everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2570069375809345251?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2570069375809345251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2570069375809345251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2570069375809345251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2570069375809345251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-great-midsummer-everyone.html' title='Have a great Midsummer everyone!'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2052131570890857040</id><published>2007-06-17T19:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:22:54.004+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hurt Me"</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about Jenni a lot lately. I miss her ass. I miss the anal sex and the ATM. If I was just a little dumber I'd probably miss her too. Luckily I have this blog to remind me of the things I didn't like about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening Jenni sent me an SMS asking what I was up to. She was at a bar she didn't like and wanted to get out so she joined me and my friend at another bar. At closing time I suggested that she sleeps over at my place to save in taxi expenses. She hesitated for a second and then accepted the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my place I tried to figure out the current situation with small gestures indicating what I'd want to do. It was possible that she'd really came over just to sleep. Girls can be weird like that. I only got positive responses so I started kissing her ear. She moaned. "We're gonna fuck, woohoo", said the little voice inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled down her pants and licked her. I think she's been going without for a while since the orgasm that followed was very explosive and intense. If I hadn't known she was climaxing I would've said she was possessed like that little girl in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/span&gt;. It was great to make her feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know the pattern. After this I told her to suck on my cock. She did a good job with her mouth and the finger she ran around my asshole probably more than doubled the pleasure. I was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted that I use a condom when we fuck because we're not dating anymore. I couldn't quite understand the logic, but condoms never bothered me that much so I put one on and turned her to lay on her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was, the sweet ass I'd been missing. I spread her asscheeks and licked her rosebud. She's always liked it a lot (who doesn't) and once again the sounds she let out confirmed that things haven't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was eager to get me inside her so I didn't lick her too long. I stuffed my cock in her pussy from behind and started fucking her. "I still want to lick your ass some more" I whispered into her ear. Her reply was the best in the world: "You can do whatever you want with me." So after a while I got back to the ass munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fingered her ass, I licked it. I simply stared at it's fascinating beauty. Had a lightning struck me down then and there, I would've died a happy man. Like foreplay is more pleasing than actual intercourse, also all the anal play is even better than anal fucking. But anyway, I did want to fuck her ass too and I told her so. "I'm not sure if it's a good idea since it's been a while since the previous time." I wanted her ass bad, but I knew she was right. Had I tried fucking her ass the chances of failure were great and I didn't want to risk this moment. I wanted it to remain an overall positive experience. And the anal play already made most of my dreams come true, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put my cock back into her pussy and continued where I left off. She was very aroused. She kept telling me to fuck her harder and I did. When I pulled on her hair she told me to do that harder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I climax when I want to. I've learned to control myself pretty well. I can feel it when I'm getting too close to the edge and then I know to ease off a bit. However, the right action at the right time can send me plummeting overboard. She managed to do that by yelling "Hurt me!" when I was fucking her as hard as I could. It was the sexiest phrase ever! "Hurt me!". If that's not submission, then what is. I tried to ease off, but it was too late. I came hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sex, we cuddled a little and then slept. In the morning she disappeared very quickly. Just a moment ago we talked on the phone and she's not feeling too good about herself. On Friday she was on a date with someone and on Saturday she fucked me. And according to her she'll never get over me if she keeps doing this. That means I probably shouldn't have fucked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I hurt her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2052131570890857040?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2052131570890857040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2052131570890857040' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2052131570890857040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2052131570890857040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/06/hurt-me.html' title='&quot;Hurt Me&quot;'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-4826993449065761241</id><published>2007-06-10T15:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:09:42.484+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Russian Girl</title><content type='html'>Haven't written any posts, but this is a blog about my sex life and I haven't had any so I guess it's natural that the blog is also quiet. I did have some action last weekend though, but let's do this in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Lisa out about two weeks ago, but nothing much came out of it. We've been seeing each other every now and then and we still talk on the phone daily, but I'm not sure if it's going to lead to anything more than friendship. We'll see what happens, but I'd sure want to fuck her once before we start being only friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I finally found the time to go on a prowl of love. You know the kind of love I'm talking about. Anal love. I didn't quite get that far, but it's OK since we all know it takes days for real love to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a russian girl 7 years older than me. No, she wasn't a whore and shame on you for being so prejudiced. I went over to talk to her and of course noticed immediately that she doesn't speak Finnish at all. Luckily her English was good. We got along well, we danced and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneaked my arm around her when we were standing at the bar and looking at other people dance. "I'm not making you feel uncomfortable, am I?" I asked. She replied: "Oh, your so sweet, not at all." Later on I invited her over to my place to have one more beer, but naturally we both knew what was going on and the words spoken had zero meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to my place, we small talked for a few minutes and then started kissing. Soon my hands were all over her and the kisses turned very passionate, sort of violent. I stuffed my hand down her panties to feel her moisture and found it to be at a very pleasing level. I visited her pussy a few times with my finger and then pulled off her jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved her panties aside to start licking I saw a very confusing shave. She had a normal landing strip except she had not shaved the hair right next to her pussy. Very weird. If you do shave, why would you leave the hair that bothers the most when someone is licking you? And I wouldn't exactly call it beautiful either. Anyway, the beers and a few weeks of celibacy kept things in perspective: who cares as long as I can fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blowjob was above average. And it was great getting head after such a long break. It was fantastic. After that the problems began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her for a while, but I guess I'd had a few beers too many since my hard-on was loosing it's spirit. I pulled out and tried to get it back in to shape, but it didn't help. She tried sucking on it and that helped for a while, but not long enough. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I failed to deliver, we pretty much just fell asleep since it was already very late and we we're both drunk. In the morning we had breakfast together and we exchanged phone numbers. Unfortunately she was only visiting Finland so it's not going to be that easy to arrange a rematch. Anyway, we've already been talking about it on MSN so we'll see what happens ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I was also out with a girl I met through the Internet. She looked great in photos, in real life she was fat. Classic. Probably not going to see her ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very late and I'm very tired. Best head to sleep now. I'll try to find time to write some more during the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-4826993449065761241?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4826993449065761241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=4826993449065761241' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4826993449065761241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/4826993449065761241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/06/havent-written-any-posts-but-this-is.html' title='A Russian Girl'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8060148183929909244</id><published>2007-05-26T16:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:52:12.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet weekend</title><content type='html'>Hope you're all having a great weekend. I am. I've been occupied by hobbies from right after work on Friday and will be for pretty much the entire weekend. Every once and a while it's nice to have a weekend full of sports instead of booze. Unfortunately, however, this does slow down things on the sexual front. For example, I know that Lisa was out yesterday and had I been with her I would've had a good chance of going home with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've only met once for coffee during a working day after the night we spent together. I can't figure her out. We talk on the phone a lot, but finding time to meet up seems impossible. She's a busy girl and I'm a busy guy, but there's more to it. My personal guess is that she knows I'm a bit of a player and she's trying to make things hard for me. Well, if that's what it's about, I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking her out next week though. We'll see how it works out. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know I'm going to be really busy the next two weekends too, but hopefully after that I'll be able to invest more time on finding some new pussy (and ass, of course). It's a pity I lost all my fuck buddies when I started dating Jenni. At times like these they're a man's best asset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8060148183929909244?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8060148183929909244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8060148183929909244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8060148183929909244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8060148183929909244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiet-weekend.html' title='Quiet weekend'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1741518171315259808</id><published>2007-05-18T21:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:29:32.039+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa</title><content type='html'>Tonight is special. I'm gonna stay home, watch a movie and go to sleep early. A great way to spend a Friday evening. I wouldn't even want anyone to be here with me. It's just great to be alone every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with Lisa haven't progressed, unfortunately. She works long hours and when she gets off she's exhausted and doesn't want to meet up. I've had my doubts about her since I'd definitely squeeze in some time for her no matter how exhausted I was, but then again, you know me, I'm always running a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've stopped calling and sending her messages, just to make sure it's this isn't one-sided. Happily, it's not. If I'm not in contact with her for a day, she'll call me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still talk on the phone for ages. I don't know how we still find so much stuff to talk about. Though mostly it's me telling disgusting jokes or weird stories from drunken adventures. And she laughs at me. But in a good way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend she's out of town. That's, of course, also one of the reasons that I happen to have a Friday for myself. And now that I think of it, when I said I wouldn't want anyone here, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a girl through the Internet on Wednesday. She's been sort-of coming on to me for a while, but I've been patting her down because of Jenni. Well, no reason to do that anymore. We had beers in the city center, I brought her over to my place and we fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't ugly, but not a model either. The kind of girl that nerds think of as a great catch. Looks very good in dark lighting and from across the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masturbation would've been more pleasing than the sex we had.  There were two things worth writing about. First of all, she didn't neglect the balls. She started her blowjob by simply sucking and licking them for a while. That was great! Girls, take a hint! My enthusiasm, however, died shortly when she took my cock in her mouth and sucked on it, literally. Not very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing was that she was on her period. Naturally I thought that in that case it's better I fuck her up the ass. I smacked her ass, grabbed her hair and started fingering her anus. When I thought it was about time to enter I asked whether she's been tested for STD's lately. She was healthy, but of course understood what I was about to do and stopped me. Her excuse was that my cock is too big for her ass. She was probably lying, but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to settle with boring vaginal intercourse with a towel under her. Her period was almost over so she didn't bleed at all. Had I fucked her up the ass and only in the ass, she would've been special, but now she was plain and vanilla. I'm probably never going to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1741518171315259808?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1741518171315259808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1741518171315259808' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1741518171315259808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1741518171315259808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/lisa.html' title='Lisa'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7591505647226699413</id><published>2007-05-12T13:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:45:03.197+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Second night with Lisa</title><content type='html'>Again I spent a night at Lisa's place. We spent our evening separate, but when I was going to head home from the city centre at about midnight I sent her a message asking if she'd have me over for a cup of tea. She'd been giving me such mixed signals that I honestly wasn't planning on making any moves on her. I was really going for some tea and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we talked for two hours or so. We get along great. She keeps saying that she loves to just listen to my voice, no matter what I say. How cute. Good for her I talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started watching a movie and it got so late that we agreed it's better I sleep over. After that we pretty much picked up where we left off last time. Kissing, caressing and gentle foreplay. It was awesome. I love her scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fooled around for about an hour or so and she still kept my hands away from her pubic area. It was starting to get a bit frustrating already no matter how fun the kissing was. I wanted to see and feel her pussy, so smilingly I told her she's a tease. She thought about it for the duration of a few kisses and then asked me "Do you want to feel how wet I am?". I bet there' not a lot of times when a man has said no to such a question. And my god she was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I circled my finger around her soaked clit and then slowly inserted it. I fingered her only for about half a minute when she started panting and squirming rather intensily. I'm not sure, but I think she already came once then. That was damn quick if she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some kissing and cuddling I tried going between her legs with my tongue, but she pulled me up. She seemed shying since I knew she wanted it. I whispered into her ear that I want to lick her. She still hesitated, but let me move her panties aside and start licking her. A few minutes later she was fine. I guess she concentrated on enjoying the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled off her panties. We didn't have the lights on so unfortunately I didn't get a very good look at her pussy. Anyway, I licked and fingered her to an orgasm. She came very hard. The (second?) orgasm came with such vigor that she probably woke up the neighbors with her moaning and her convulsions seemed to last forever. After that she was all smiles for the rest of the night. Actually it was more like morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued kissing and cuddling and I was hoping for some cock sucking. I didn't say anything and I didn't motion her head towards my cock or anything like that. (Guys, don't do that, that's just plain stupid.) It seemed that it's not going to happen and I was damn horny so I decided to just sink my cock in her pussy. This is when we ran it to trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't planning on going over there and fucking her so I didn't have any condoms with me. She didn't have any available at her apartment either. That sucked in a way completely different from cock sucking. I was ripe to go out and get some condoms, I wanted to fuck her so bad, but she didn't want me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept playing around. Fingering, kissing, caressing. Still she didn't go down on me. Did she have an issue with blowjobs or didn't the thought even cross her mind or what the hell was going on? Well, I whispered "blow me" into her ear and that fixed the situation. She moved down and started sucking my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She performed rather well actually. She used a lot of saliva, which made sure that no matter how hard she stroked it didn't feel a teasy bit uncomfortable. However the drawback is that it also curbs the pleasant feelings. All in all, however, it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if I can cum her mouth, but she shook her head. That's a minus, but I'll get her over it. I mean come on, who wouldn't want so swallow my cum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep too well since I wasn't relieved of my pressure down there. I didn't mind, though it was a bit odd. I'd never want to let a girl sleep without making her cum if I'd got her wet. It's just impolite. So I suppose she was being impolite. But the whole night was so great all in all that I let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still talked for a while and she told me she wants to fuck me as soon as possible, but feels a bit weird due to our age difference. I don't think I've even mentioned it, but she's almost ten years older than me. It was fun to notice that she was so inexperienced. Though it also may be just shyness since she admitted that she hasn't had sex for quite a while. That also probably explains why she came so easy for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when I'll have the chance to see her, but damn I'm hoping it's soon. I can't get her out of my mind. Hopefully jerking off will help at least a bit. Time for some anal porn. These last lines were written with my cock out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7591505647226699413?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7591505647226699413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7591505647226699413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7591505647226699413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7591505647226699413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-night-with-lisa.html' title='Second night with Lisa'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1043242719392141568</id><published>2007-05-07T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:44:55.605+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started with single life</title><content type='html'>My single life got off to a pretty good start. I didn't get laid yet, but I did spend last night at the receptionist's apartment. From now on I'll call her Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell a somewhat important detail in my previous post, about my 1st of May celebration. As you all know, I was still dating then, but already feeling quite uncertain about the whole thing. Lisa happened to call me when I was at a private party and I promised to get her and her friends in too. That means Jenni and Lisa were at the same party and I had to keep them separate without either of them noticing me spending too much time with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pull it off nicely. A few days later me and Jenni broke up and I called up Lisa to ask her out. She asked what my girlfriend would think about it. She'd seen me earlier in the city with Jenni, she'd seen Jenni at the party and she'd seen us together at Ullanlinnanmäki on the 1st of May. Her question caught me off guard since I thought she didn't know I was dating. I hesitated for a second, but then simply told her that I don't have a girlfriend, which was of course true at that moment. Fortunately, she didn't ask anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked on the phone on the weekend quite a lot, but our schedules simply didn't have an open spot at the same time so we couldn't meet up. Yesterday I sent her a message saying I'm coming over to her place to spend the night. It was a bold move and she did hesitate a while, but then welcomed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was great. Didn't sleep nearly enough, but I don't mind, I had so much fun. As I said, no sex, but a lot of eroticism. We kissed, cuddled, groped and pretty much imitated fucking with our underwear on. When I tried to go further, she kindly directed me elsewhere. A lot more pleasant than a plain "No". Girls, you've got a lot to learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing a good girl was also smart move. After last night I just can get her out of my head. She turned the situation upside down. Yesterday I was the one calling the shots, today it's the other way around. I want to see her as soon as possible, but she decides when that happens. I just try not to get too excited so I don't push it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our erotic games were very promising. She moaned the most when I was rubbing my cock against her ass and pulling her hair. Her pussy was nicely trimmed, though I didn't get to see it quite yet. I can't wait to get at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni and I agreed that we'll be friends. First off she said she wants to steer clear of me for a while, but I guess a few days was enough. Anyway, that's great news. I do love spending time with her. And who knows, maybe she's the kind of friend who does ATM. If it so happens, I have to say I couldn't be better off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1043242719392141568?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1043242719392141568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1043242719392141568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1043242719392141568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1043242719392141568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/getting-started-with-single-life.html' title='Getting started with single life'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2411436801920491415</id><published>2007-05-05T11:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:31:25.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Singularity</title><content type='html'>It so happens that I'm single again. Not quite sure what to think of it yet, my emotions are pretty mixed up. On the other hand I care for Jenni a lot, but as I said in my last post I also miss my single life. I just hope I'm not making a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crucial blow was when we discussed sex. It's unbelievable how different our views were when spoken out. She said she has hardly any sex drive and that she's very shy in such matters. She likes sex, but only feels horny when she's got a hangover. I don't know how we got this far without it being a bigger problem. I suppose I just took lead and enjoyed my ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I love sex. Possibly even too much. Her view was that sex will slowly die down during a relationship and that it's normal. It may be that it's common, but no way in hell am I going to stomach it. I want to have sex as long as I can keep it up. (And thank you science for Viagra.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, it would've probably been one more month or so and I would've told her I love her. I probably do. I really enjoy being with her and we get along perfectly. A lot our friends said we're the perfect couple. That's what makes me uncertain. What if I'm making a huge mistake. What if, after a month, I'll be fed up with single life and I just miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were other issues involved in the decision, but is it stupid that the biggest thing was sex? After all, it's just sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I try not to think of these things too much. Hopefully, having sex with someone else will help me clear out my thoughts, one way or the other. The receptionist girl is pretty ripe for collecting after just a few text messages and one long phone call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2411436801920491415?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2411436801920491415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2411436801920491415' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2411436801920491415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2411436801920491415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/singularity.html' title='Singularity'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-8130122751359585631</id><published>2007-04-28T22:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:32:26.451+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been quite a while since I wrote last time. Actually, probably the biggest break I've had since I started writing this blog. Don't worry, I don't intend to make it a habit. I hope no one thought I died of Chlamydia or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break was a sum of many things. I've been very busy, but then again, I'm always very busy. I guess the biggest factor was lack of motivation. I just haven't felt like writing. Somehow it seems like the foundation for this blog is crumbling when I'm not fucking everything that moves and complaining about their pubic hair. A strong foundation, I know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I even thought about ending this blog. I'd want to write about a rock'n'roll way of life, but now that I'm dating I can't. Somehow I feel this blog is driving towards certain decisions that I might not otherwise make. The question is if it's really the blog or is the blog simply the manifestation? I'm guessing it's the latter and thus I'll keep writing, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since I last wrote. I've twice almost dumped Jenni, but somehow I've always crawled back to her. I love being with her, but I also miss my life as single. I really can't decide what to do. It doesn't help that Jenni is recklessly in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had coffee with the receptionist girl thrice. It's been pretty innocent and definitely not dates since we've only had coffee after we've bumped into each other at the office. But she probably thinks there's more to it. If I told her that I'm dating, she'd probably be pissed off. I guess that means it can't be all innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd so want to fuck Christine. I'd so want fuck Iina. And there's a few others on the list too. Even though sex with Jenni is a lot of fun, I want it all. I'm beginning to think that monogamy is only for the unattractive people who have to marry to make sure they've got at least someone by their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jenni didn't do ATM*, I probably would've already dumped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ass-to-mouth, for all you who don't watch porn ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-8130122751359585631?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8130122751359585631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=8130122751359585631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8130122751359585631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/8130122751359585631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7117521443234965899</id><published>2007-03-23T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:51:41.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking A</title><content type='html'>Remember how in October I was &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-hiv-negative.html"&gt;tested for STD's and came out clean?&lt;/a&gt;  After that I only had sex with &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain.html"&gt;one girl&lt;/a&gt; before I started dating with Jenni. I've been living the life of a faithful, decent boyfriend, which means I haven't been fucking around like I used to. Of course that's when I get Chlamydia. Fucking A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog turned out to be very useful in finding out whether I could've had it before I met Jenni. I used a condom with that one girl, as the blog post says. The chances that I got it from her are therefore pretty slim. When we started going out with Jenni she told me she'd been tested lately, but I guess now we know it wasn't lately enough. I'm not worried about her cheating on me. I find it very unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pretty pissed off at herself for infecting me. So was I at first, but I kept it to myself. Of course it sucks, but luckily Chlamydia is not that big of a deal. I haven't had any symptoms (neither has she) and in a few weeks it'll all be over with no permanent effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should simply take heed of this. I'm lucky it wasn't HIV. Hopefully this scare will make me realize the importance of protection. I haven't exactly been lightheaded about it before, but now I'm going take it even more seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7117521443234965899?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7117521443234965899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7117521443234965899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7117521443234965899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7117521443234965899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/fucking.html' title='Fucking A'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3003354642580114316</id><published>2007-03-16T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:36:58.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The receptionist</title><content type='html'>The reception girl at work got a promotion and she's moving to another location. I offered to buy her lunch to celebrate so I sort of accidentally got her phone number. Actually, I coulnd't even make it to the lunch, but we agreed to go some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how to handle this. I'd love to go, of course. I keep convincing myself that she's just a nice girl and there's nothing wrong with female friends. And it actually might be that my intetions are pure, but I can't really figure myself out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the fact is that if I tell Jenni about this she'll be pissed and won't want me to go. I suppose that should be the tie-breaker. But I'm not married yet, I want to keep my options open. If I find a better brand of morning cereal, I change. Why should it be any different with girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's a time when you have to commit. I suppose that's what marriage is all about. But I'm not married, hell no. I can still look at the menu, so to speak ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3003354642580114316?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3003354642580114316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3003354642580114316' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3003354642580114316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3003354642580114316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/receptionist.html' title='The receptionist'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1307750936643376330</id><published>2007-03-05T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:35:49.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are better again</title><content type='html'>Things are a bit better now. We discussed the issue and we both agreed: we need more sex. Since my last post I've seen Jenni twice and we've had sex on both occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, the problem was communication. We didn't talk about it, the problem got worse and I had to resort to the most extreme means: writing a blog post about it behind her back ;) OK, so it didn't really get very bad at anytime. I suppose some people let this kind of things pile up for months, even years. And of course, the longer you stay silent the harder it is to open your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that things even got to where they were since we both wanted the same thing. I really can't say what went wrong and where, why things didn't just roll along like they should have. Normally I'm not the kind of guy who keeps issues bottled up inside. I think communication is one of the most important things in a relationship and I've mentioned that a few times in the blog too. The same thing applies to almost anything in life: if there's a problem, make it visible. I guess I concentrated on other on-going issues in life so much that I didn't really give the whole thing much thought until I wrote the blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's sex was pretty amazing. In short: cock sucking, spanking, pussy licking, fucking, strangling, anal and then some cuddling. I fucked her up the ass first in doggy style and then with her on her back and legs in the air. The latter is possibly the sexiest position for anal sex because of the view. I love watching my cock sink in to her ass, right below her moist pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it wasn't perfect since afterwards she told me that her butt is bleeding. That it didn't hurt at the time, but afterwards a bit. She was fine with it though. According to her it was worth it. Great attitude, but I have to be more careful next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a bar on Saturday. It's been a while since I've been out with the guys. It was awesome. Also a cute girl asked me to dance with her. After a while it was pretty clear what she was after, but I politely said no. Later she asked me to dance a few slow songs with her and it was so cute how she held on to me. It was like she was trying to squeeze out some tender loving. I guess she hadn't had any in a while. Had I been single I would've fucked her brains out, tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta run and I don't have time to answer the comments on my previous post. I'll try to get them as soon as possible. They really helped me clear out my thoughts. Thanks for commenting, positive or negative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1307750936643376330?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1307750936643376330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1307750936643376330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1307750936643376330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1307750936643376330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-are-better-again.html' title='Things are better again'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-625126953430312993</id><published>2007-02-27T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:22:05.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>I guess I have to admit it to myself. I'm not very satisfied with my sex life at the moment. I probably had more sex when I wasn't dating. The quality is good, but the quantity severely too small. I've managed too see Jenni quite often recently, but still we've only had sex once since I last wrote. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni sleeps over at my place often, but usually I have a lot of stuff to do also in the evening and when I'm done she's either very tired or already asleep. If not, then most probably I'm too tired. If it so happens that we're both horny, awake and available, then she's on her period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the longer I am, so to speak, running dry, the more I think about fucking other girls. Fucking Iina, fucking the girl at the reception at work I've mentioned before or fucking a random girl at a bar. It's driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current life situation in general isn't very relationship-friendly either. At the moment, a girlfriend is not my top priority. I know it's rude to say so, but it's simply the truth. If you can't handle it, you've probably seen too many Hollywood movies where love conquers everything. If I had to make a choice between a girlfriend and my on-going projects (work and hobby-related, not other girls), Jenni would have to go. I'm not interested in starting a family quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck buddies are very convenient. You want sex, you schedule an appointment, have sex as planned and then get on with the rest of your day. No unnecessary cuddling, talking, just watching TV together. If in need of some closeness and still life, have a girl over for the night and enjoy it, but the good thing is that she'll be off your back when you're recharged again. No obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the extremely busy episodes in my life it's great when I can just skip the social stuff and jump straight to the fucking. With a girlfriend you have to watch TV, eat together and cuddle when all you need is a pressure reliever before you get on with your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Jenni isn't the most important thing in my life at the moment, she still does mean a lot. I love her cheerful and social nature. I love her little habits and her laughter. She always manages to cheer me up, no matter how down I am. I wouldn't want to let go of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. Please share your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-625126953430312993?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/625126953430312993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=625126953430312993' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/625126953430312993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/625126953430312993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/02/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2647249968129759817</id><published>2007-02-17T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:48:39.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, sleep, sports and boredom</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog I decided I'd never apologize for not writing for a while. I feel like apologizing now, but I'm still not going to. I'd love to write more, but I have my priorities. I have to work, study, do sports and all sorts of other things I can't really tell you much about in fear of revealing my identity. I hope you all just bare with me during these busy times. I'm going to have to start reorganizing my life soon since at the moment I've got too much going on and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few pro-sports paragraphs before and this is one of them. I live with a minute schedule and I don't seem to have time off even on the weekends. In real life, a lot of people ask me how do I cope with all the hassle? Here's the three most important things: food, sleep and sports. You can't do sports if you don't sleep enough and eat well. If you don't do sports you're always tired, stressed out and feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done yet. I've you order right now, you'll also get a bonus! A good-looking, fat-free body! Imagine all the girls/guys drooling over you everywhere you go since you're in such great shape. This can all be yours. Just keep in mind these three important things: food, sleep and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, enough with the preaching. Get to the ass fucking!" There's not a lot to tell. I haven't had sex in a week and a half. Last night we had a chance to spend the night together, but she wasn't in the mood for sex and I was really tired too so we just slept. Boring, I know, but I rather enjoyed it. She's coming over to my place on Sunday and I promise I'll have something to report after that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2647249968129759817?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2647249968129759817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2647249968129759817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2647249968129759817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2647249968129759817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/02/food-sleep-sports-and-boredom.html' title='Food, sleep, sports and boredom'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2282891626077411021</id><published>2007-02-05T23:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:28:10.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all anal</title><content type='html'>It's pretty freezing outside. My thermometer says -14 Celsius at the moment, that's 6.8 Fahrenheit. According to the weather forecast, tomorrow is going to be even colder.  I guess that means no outdoor sports tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni is still very much my girlfriend. Anal play has become an important part of our sexual activities, which of course makes me very happy. The last few times however we've been a bit too eager and that always ends in pain. I'm saying "we" because I really mean "we". I haven't been shoving my cock up her ass that hard, she's been shoving her ass at my cock. The little slut is really into anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm pretty satisfied with my sex life at the moment. There's only a few annoyances, which so far haven't gotten out of proportion. I hate it how she controls our sexual activities. If I try warm her up and she doesn't feel like it, she'll make me stop. If I'm not in the intention of fucking her, I can't touch her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it should be is this: her pussy is mine. I do whatever the fuck I want with it, literally. And don't try telling me I'm being chauvinistic, my cock is just as much hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iina has made it very clear that she wants to fuck me. She knows I'm dating, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if she could just have her way with me. Naturally, it's not going to happen. If I'm going to fuck her I'll dump Jenni first, but I don't I'm quite there yet. I must admit, the thirst for a fresh pussy is strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2282891626077411021?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2282891626077411021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2282891626077411021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2282891626077411021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2282891626077411021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-all-anal.html' title='It&apos;s all anal'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1877378652756719455</id><published>2007-01-25T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:48:44.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why anal?</title><content type='html'>Nickname 'tes' asked about my anal fixation in my previous post. (The comment is in Finnish.) I already started writing a reply, but soon realized that the subject needs more attention. There's some issues that I've already touched earlier, but hopefully this will be a more thorough explanation than I've written before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago I tried tracking down the starting point of my anal fixation. I remember that my first sex partner, whom I was also dating at the time, suggested anal sex, but I was the one who refused since I didn't find it interesting. A few years later my diary is filled with anal-obsessed fantasies of girls in my class at school. (Yes, I wrote a diary as a kid. Let it go.;)) I have no idea what happened and when exactly. I don't even know if the change was gradual or instant since there's lenghty intervals when I didn't write at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a lot of porn at that age, though it was a lot harder to come by since Al Gore had not yet invented the Internet. I had a big collection, but it wasn't especially focused on anal. Today pretty much all the porn I watch is anal-related. Porn must've had an effect on my views on sex, but I don't think it's one of the big reasons behind my obsession for ass fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it then? What makes anal sex so enticing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I love most is the intimacy. I can't think of a more private place in the human body than the anus. Of all the guys who give it a shot, only very few get to see inside the panties of a beautiful girl. Only a small subset of those already carefully selected men gain access to the asshole. Assfucking is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a girl spread her pussy in front of you is, in today's world, not that big of a deal. Having a girl spread her ass cheeks, however, is. It's the most beautiful thing. How gives a fuck about a sunset at a beach or the birth of a child when you can look at the spread ass of a hot girl. Ok, maybe I went a little overboard, but you get the point ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy has common grounds with submission. For some reason, the way I see it, a girl is submitting when she's getting fucked up the ass. The only explanation for this association that I can think of, and I admit I maybe going way over my head, is the fact that the anus was not, anatomically speaking, "designed" to be entered. It's submission because, in a way, the only aim is to please the man. You can't even reproduce this way. Of course, the truth is that most women enjoy anal sex just as much as men, but I suppose the primitive parts in the male brain don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass-to-mouth is all about submission. The physical sensation is the same whether you get your cock sucked before or after anal intercourse. The extra pleasure is all in your head. It's about having a girl that's willing to do pretty much anything to please you. When you strip the details, isn't that exactly what love is about? Loving someone so much that you'd give your own life for the other. I'm not saying that ass-to-mouth is the way to show you boyfriend you love him. What I am saying is that maybe, in a way, the feeling of getting your cock sucked after anal sex, is similar to the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm pissing off a lot of people when talking about ATM and love in the same paragraph. I still have a lot of issues to be solved with that thing called love. The post "Is love a hoax?" may have only been the beginning. However, seek no comfort in commenting this post and saying I have a twisted image of love since above I'm using the term to speak of exactly the Hollywoodish unconditional love that I always get preached about. My personal resolution on love is not yet complete, I'm not sure if such love even exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a common misbelief that guys love anal sex because the ass is so tight. It's simply not true. At least in my case it isn't. The ass only feels especially tight when you enter. Yeah, sure, it does feel great for that little while, but once you start pounding the sensation is pretty much the same whether it's anal or vaginal. It's not the tightness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1877378652756719455?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1877378652756719455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1877378652756719455' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1877378652756719455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1877378652756719455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-anal.html' title='Why anal?'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2396931906980199213</id><published>2007-01-19T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:24:13.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to settle down?</title><content type='html'>The last two weeks have been a real hassle. I've been busy at work and with hobbies, but you know what's kept me going? Yes, Jenni does brighten my days with her silly text messages, but what's really kept me going is sports. I can't stress how important sports is to your overall well-being. And besides, who wants to fuck a fat ass, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on dating have gone up and down like a rollercoaster, but the average is still for. Naturally, if it wasn't, I'd be writing about how I dumped her. She has a lot of great features I like and very few bad, but somehow I still find it hard to picture me marrying her. Something is missing and this time it's not the spark that everyone's always talking about. There's definately a spark between us. It's something else that's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't had a girl lick my ass while another is giving me a blowjob. I still haven't pulled out of an ass just to enter another girl's mouth. The good question is if it's ever going to happen. I'm not sure if even paid women would do such things and anyway I'd never sink that low. I hereby solemnly swear that I will never pay for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be unfulfilled dreams. The question is when to stop chasing them and just settle for what you've got. I'm not saying doing so is giving up or losing. On the contrary, I think it's wise. Idiots spend millions at Casinos because they don't know when to quit. I don't want to do that with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to settle for what I've got? Unfortunately, I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2396931906980199213?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2396931906980199213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2396931906980199213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2396931906980199213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2396931906980199213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/01/ready-to-settle-down.html' title='Ready to settle down?'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3917104610786446266</id><published>2007-01-06T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:06:55.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is love a hoax?</title><content type='html'>Despite the good sex with Jenni I am getting a bit frustrated. It's every man's primitive urge to spread seeds as much as possible. Since we're human were endowed with a will to only favor one girl, but I'm not quite sure that's what I want. Now or ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been somewhat sure that I want a family, kids and all but today I somehow started thinking if it's really all only due to social pressure from the society around me. And if it is, should I resist it or simply play along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the movies are always about two people falling in love and breaking through every obstacle. Most governments favor marriage. My parents would probably kill me if I told them I'm never going to marry anyone. Talk about brainwashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard of those children that were raised by terrorists? Poor kids have no understanding of the world around them, they only know that they hate the USA because that's what they've been brought up to. What if love is a similar hoax, only on a world wide scale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get the feeling I'm writing like Carrie in "Sex and the City"? Is it because of all the questions? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's behind all this pondering? I want to fuck Iina and for what I can read between the lines, she's got her panties wet for me too. I can't stop thinking about all the things I could do with Christine if we were to meet again, I'm buzzing with new ideas. There's also a girl from a time before the blog, who started dating but has now split up, showing new interest in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in candy land with my hands tied behind my back, but with my eyes open. Sure, I've got a lollipop in my mouth but sometimes it's chocolate you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3917104610786446266?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3917104610786446266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3917104610786446266' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3917104610786446266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3917104610786446266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-love-hoax.html' title='Is love a hoax?'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1036018815032910415</id><published>2007-01-02T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:27:37.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenni celebrated separately since she was out of town. She was away for 6 days and I was frustratingly horny for the whole time. The fact that Iina told me she's no longer dating and wants sex didn't help at all. After talking to Christine about renewing our little adventure I probably would've humped a fat girl had one popped up naked in front of me right then. Ok, well, that's an overstatement, but I suppose you get the picture, I was very horny. (Btw. use the search bar above to find posts on the girls mentioned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried getting solace from Jenni with text messages, but she seemed pretty reluctant to reply to my semi-cybersexish messages. Dirty messages is the next best thing to physical contact. SMS, MSN, email, anything goes. She didn't play along at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where some readers probably think I'm going to tell you how I cheated on Jenni on New Year's Eve and justified it with my horniness and her reluctance to answer my dirty messages. Well, screw you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni got back today and she'll feel it for a few days I'm sure. She was sitting on my chair when I started groping her tits and licking her ear. I took her twins out and massaged them somewhat roughly while kissing her. "Take your pants off" I commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few seconds I cirled her clit with my finger through her panties, but then pulled them aside, kneeled in front of her and started licking. Soon I slid in a finger, which doubled her moaning. After cumming she smiled and thanked me. Funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to get on the bed on all fours. I wanted to get a good look at her from behind since her butt had been on my mind almost continuously for the last 6 days. I enjoyed the view, spanked her a few times and then licked her asshole. I pushed her down to lay on her stomach. When I reached to kiss her, my cock nicely placed itself on her asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't planned on trying to penetrate her ass this time, but I guess she wanted me to since she started pushing her ass against me. Slowly it did sink in. Not all the way, but at least the tip. I just held still and she did it all by herself taking all the time she needed. It didn't hurt her at all. I encouraged her by moaning louder and louder the deeper my cock sinked even though the sensation wasn't that special really. I also called her my little slut quite a few times which must make any woman feel cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go deeper in this position since it's definately not the best one for anal sex so I very, very slowly pulled out and turned her around. She wanted me to fuck her in the pussy, but I told her it's not going to happen before my cock's been in her mouth. Without hesitation she started sucking it. An exceptional slut she is - the third (I think) to suck my cock right after anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slid her lips up and down once or twice and said 'Well, now it's been in my mouth'. What a horny teaser. I guess she noticed I was hoping for some more since she continued almost immediately. I stopped her and said "Spread your legs, slut". She laughed a bit and got down on all fours in front of me. I penetrated her, moved in and out a few times and said "We'll now it's been in your pussy". She started begging me to fuck her, but I put my cock on her ass and started pushing gently. At first I was only planning on teasing her, but she started pushing against me so vigorously that I knew it was time for some more anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backed off, spread saliva on her ass and put my cock back at the entrance of heaven. Again I let her do all the pushing. I just pulled on her hair hair, called her names and bit on her neck and shoulders. This time we got it in all the way. I felt great, of course. Slowly I started fucking her ass and after a while I felt I didn't need to be so careful anymore so I just concentrated on enjoying her ass to the fullest extent. If I slowed down the pace, she kept pushing herself towards my cock. When I asked if she liked it up the ass her reply was positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've cummed then and there, but I knew she still wanted more vaginal intercourse. Slowly I pulled out and told her to suck on it. Once again the little slut obediently swallowed a cock that came out of her ass just a second ago. There's not a lot a girl can do more to make me feel so powerful and dominant (and thus good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserved a reward so I fucked her like an animal in the missionary until she told me she wanted it from behind. We continued doggy style. "Is it OK if I want to cum in your ass?" I couldn't just have my way with her since I knew she might be sore from all the pounding a few moments earlier. "Yes", she replied to my great delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out and ran my tongue across her asshole to lubricate it again, she shuddered. I asked a stupid question, but I wanted to be sure: "It's too sore?". -"Yes". I had to make do without cumming in her ass, but that was such a minor setback after the sex we'd just had that it's hardly even worth mentioning. I entered her pussy again and blew my load in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared some food and after eating she had to head home. I checked the bus timetables and noticed we still had ten minutes before she had to be out of the door. We were lying on the bed. Without any bigger plans I pulled her pants and panties down just enough to reveal her pussy and started licking it. She was a bit hesitant, but didn't reject me. (I guess she's learning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some devil must've gotten over me when I pulled down my own pants, lifted her legs and entered her. I licked her and fucked myself to and orgasm, all within 10 minutes. When she left she said I'm the sickest man she's ever met. What a compliment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1036018815032910415?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1036018815032910415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1036018815032910415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1036018815032910415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1036018815032910415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2007/01/atm.html' title='ATM'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-9105165623304766493</id><published>2006-12-28T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:23:49.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a great Christmas, I know I did. Pretty much just slept and ate during the holidays. I introduced Jenni to my parents and I met her parents. I guess our relationship just got kicked up a notch in the seriousness-scale. Not yet quite sure if it's a good thing, but I don't lie to my parents so I couldn't keep her a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jenni had a discussion about our sex life. I was pretty straightforward and honest with her, but tried not to be too harsh. Unfortunately I wasn't completely successful since she said I made her feel inadequate. I don't like making her feel bad, but hopefully it's all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about submission, anal sex and rejection. According to her she rejects me often because she's shy. She feels awkward when I lick her, except when she's drunk. This explains a lot. We're just going to have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anal sex is something she wants to keep on trying, but so far she's simply been too tight. Inserting a single finger hurts her so I still haven't even tried fucking her ass. I haven't used any lubrication in anal sex in years since I think saliva works best, but we decided to try some with her. The great thing is that she's up for all this. She also loves it when I lick her ass and she's willing to suck on my finger if I feed it to her after it's been up her ass. I'm counting on some ass-to-mouth -action as soon as I get my cock in her ass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The submission thing is something she's somewhat afraid of, it being completely new to her, but she's willing to learn. It's hard for her to completely lose control, but she promised she'd try more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm in quite a hurry so I have to keep this short. I don't think I'll have time to reply to the comments on my previous post right now, but I will soon. Have a great New Year's everyone. Guys, if you've never pulled on your girl's hair before, do it when you fuck her on New Year's eve. Girls, try rubbing your guy's asshole while sucking his cock. Let me know the results ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-9105165623304766493?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9105165623304766493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=9105165623304766493' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/9105165623304766493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/9105165623304766493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-update.html' title='A quick update'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-1533677344133854884</id><published>2006-12-19T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:38:56.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot down twice</title><content type='html'>I tried posting already yesterday, but after writing a decent amount of text my browser crashed and naturally I hadn't saved the post as a draft. This composer should have an autosave feature. It's not the first time I've lost stuff in a similar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was really busy with studies and work so I only saw Jenni in the weekend. We were suppose to meet on Saturday, but after reading for an exam until 10 pm on Friday I decided to join her at a christmas party. She got totally wasted whereas I only had a few. I was hopelessly left behind in the drinking when I got to the party so I decided it's better to not even try catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over to my place for the night. I was horny, and tried warming her up for some sex, but she rejected me saying "I'm so drunk I won't feel anything". I wanted to scream "So fucking what? I want to cum", but I kept my mouth shut. She should've at least given me a blowjob, god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm probably pissing off a lot of people. I just hope you're getting my point. It's the reason she rejected me, not the fact that she did. It would've been OK if she'd just said she's too drunk to have sex. What I hated was that she was capable of sex, but didn't want to because she wouldn't get any pleasure out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, since we're dating, she's my sex toy. She's at my disposal and I'm at her's. That's one of the many things that dating means. I'm not saying you have to have sex if you're not feeling up for it, but I do think it is your responsibility to pleasure your partner in some other way. I'm willing to stand behind this. I promise I'll please my girlfriend anytime she asks me to. I only hope she could do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we fucked. Once again I made her bleed. I don't know what's up with that. She bleeds almost everytime I fuck her a bit more furiously than normal. I didn't hurt her though. She didn't even notice the bleeding until I told her. Well, I'm hoping it'll pass. Kind of like when you keep beating a bruise, eventually it'll go away. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I had a christmas party with some friends and she joined us at a bar. Eventually we got back to my place, both pretty much shitfaced. This time we had sex and we fucked a good while. After the climaxes I kept spanking her ass, calling her a bad girl and such. I know it's such I cliche, but forgive me, I was drunk. Anyway, I was really enjoying my dominance, power and ownership until suddenly she got up and made me stop. "My whole bottom is sore from the fucking you just gave me" she said and thus brought me tumbling down from heavens. It pissed me off so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's her right to say no and I'd never want to hurt her. Again, however, the way she came about it is just plain wrong. If I'm dominant, she can't just make me stop. She's supposed to ask me if I would ease off because of her reasons and of course I would. The difference is that then I'd still be dominant and she'd still be submissive. I wouldn't lose my high, but she'd still get what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these two aforementioned incidents I had a great time with her this weekend. I love it how well she gets along with my friends. Even if she's in a group where she doesn't know anyone it'll only take her a few minutes to get a conversation going with someone. Completely different compared to, for example, Laura. With her I had to keep her company for the whole evening. With Jenni I can just hang out with my friends and I know she'll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once and a while I miss being single. Evita is now very much available for fucking and there's a few others I wouldn't mind chasing, but so far I've kept my reins on. Actually I've been so busy I wouldn't have  had time to see anyone even if I was single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll have time to write again before christmas so just in case: merry christmas! Guys, don't buy underwear as a gift to a girl. That's selfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-1533677344133854884?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1533677344133854884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=1533677344133854884' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1533677344133854884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/1533677344133854884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/12/shot-down-twice.html' title='Shot down twice'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-9186766841741806596</id><published>2006-12-09T11:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:48:53.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Her ass is too tight</title><content type='html'>No assfucking so far. Not because she doesn't want it, but because I've backed out. Last Sunday I did finger her ass a good while, but I couldn't get her to relax enough. Her ass was so tight it was hard to get my middle finger in so I decided to not even try it with my cock just yet. Hurting her now would possibly lead to her growing a dislike towards anal sex, which is the last thing I want. I'll just ease my way in to her ass slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex otherwise is pretty great. She's good at sucking cock and doesn't mind doing it for quite a while. If I tell her to spread her ass cheeks for me just so I can watch and jerk off, she'll be happy to oblige. I spank her almost everytime we have sex. Another bonus is that she takes care of contraception. I don't have a problem with condoms, but it does make things a bit less complicated when you can just start fucking anytime you want and you can still make her suck your cock after that. I don't think a lot of girls like sucking a cock with a condom on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still not as obedient as Jonna was. I loved how Jonna was completely at my mercy. She was pretty much my slut all the time and anywhere. She did what I told her to and pleasing me made her happy. With Jenni I have to think of her feelings too, which sucks. I'd much rather have her simply obey me and discard her own feelings. But, I guess I'm being an asshole and should just learn to appreciate her will too. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun seeing my friends' reactions to the fact that I'm dating. Most have been sincerely suprised and would've never thought. One of my female friends said: "You're dating. Does that mean you're not going to see other girls anymore?" She had a hard time understanding that I was capable of monogamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fucking anyone else has been pretty easy so far, but I do miss the chasing. I could probably even skip the sex if I could just get to the point where I know I'm going to score. I guess in the end it's all about proving myself I've still got what it takes. It's a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, to be honest, I do love new pussies. I love Jenni's pussy too, but we'll see if I love it enough to keep me away from others. Of course, I won't cheat on her. If I want to fuck someone else, I'll break up with her first. Though at the moment I don't think that's going to happen in the next few weeks at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-9186766841741806596?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/9186766841741806596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=9186766841741806596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/9186766841741806596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/9186766841741806596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/12/her-ass-is-too-tight.html' title='Her ass is too tight'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7979675553967498623</id><published>2006-12-03T13:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:43:46.534+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only time will tell</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, so far I've enjoyed being Jenni's boyfriend. Of course we've only been together for a very short while, but I thought I'd immediately feel a ball and chain on my ankle. I have had my trials since Evita has shown eagerness to suck my cock and I would enjoy spanking her ass and fucking her. Luckily, the world is full of meaningless sluts like Evita, and if I break up with Jenni I'm sure I'll find a new one fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too busy too see Jenni a lot, but we talk on the phone three times a day. It's ridicilous. She usually calls me at work, then I call her when I get off work and then we talk on the phone in the evening too. I talk on the phone a lot and I call friends often, but nowhere near this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex is good. I love how wet I make her. All I need to do is kiss her ear and she's soaking. Now that's a sign of interest very hard to fake. I'm hoping to fuck her up the ass tonight since she's coming over to my place later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like is her failure to submit. With Jonna, as she walked in the door I told her to get down on her knees and suck my cock. I don't think I could get away with that with Jenni. However, this doesn't mean she can't be trained to do whatever I want. I remember how I turned Laura from an innocent little schoolgirl to a filthy little ass-to-mouth-slut so I'm hoping I'll be able to break the spirit of my sweet Jenni. And then again, if I can't, I'll just find someone else. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she the one? At the moment I don't think so. I enjoy her company a lot, I love being with her and the sex (apart from the submission) is great, but somethings just don't click. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7979675553967498623?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7979675553967498623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7979675553967498623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7979675553967498623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7979675553967498623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-time-will-tell.html' title='Only time will tell'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-7365641164760725439</id><published>2006-11-26T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:18:37.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially dating</title><content type='html'>This is what we've come to. I've been single for over two years, but now I've finally found someone worth dating. Unbelievable and surreal. My head still can't quite keep up, but I'm sure it'll catch up when it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so wrong that &lt;a href="http://partyflickan.blogspot.com"&gt;partyflickan&lt;/a&gt; hasn't found anyone, but I have. I would've wanted her to find someone before me since she definately deserves it a lot more than I do. I was happy being single, at least most of the time. Come on, male readers, go pick her up, she parties at Kalle (a bar in Helsinki) a lot. When you do, tell me if she takes it up the ass ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing Jenni almost daily. When I'm not with her, I think of her, which is kind of sweet but still somewhat disgustingly iggy-romantic. In my own defense I have to say that mostly I think of fucking her and treating her like a slut. I can't wait to sink my cock in her ass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a lot on my list of things to do before I die. I haven't had a girl lick my asshole while another sucks my cock. I haven't fucked a girl the ass and then have another girl blow me. Maybe it's possible to do a threesome with Jenni and some other girl, but to be honest, I doubt it. However, the fact is that I'll always have fantasies I'd want to act out and unfortunately you can't always have everything you want. At the moment I'm willing to postpone those wet dreams until later and have a go at a real relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aino confessed yesterday that's she's in love with me. Nothing new there, though I have to say I do feel bad about my behavior concerning her. I've been misleading, no doubt about that. I've been giving out signals saying I want her, but still I've rejected her when we've gotten too close. Now, once again, she dropped on her knees in front of me (no, not really, only metaphorically), but I just pissed on her. Aino, I'm sorry, I really am. I don't know what to say or do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-7365641164760725439?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7365641164760725439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=7365641164760725439' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7365641164760725439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/7365641164760725439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-officially-dating.html' title='I&apos;m officially dating'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-490536101593388371</id><published>2006-11-23T21:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:22:10.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>I rejected good sex for the first time in quite a while. Of course I've rejected girls whom I didn't want to fuck, but today I said no to Evita and I really did want to fuck her. My world is upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really even know what our relationship really is with Jenni called. Technically speaking we're probably not dating at the moment. At least I wouldn't call her my girlfriend quite yet and I don't think she'd refer to me as her boyfriend either. But I think I would feel a bit guilty if I fucked Evita. How boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far she's slept at my place every night since Saturday. Today she's not coming, but she'd want me to sleep over at her place. I'd want to go, but I'm not yet sure if I'm going simply because of practical reasons. It's a lot harder for me to get to work from her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex hasn't been quite as wild as it was on Saturday, but still good. We tried anal a few days ago again, but we probably should've let her ass rest a bit longer since it hurt her. Naturally we immediately stopped she told me it doesn't feel comfortable. The great thing is that she asked me to fuck her up the ass. I was thinking I'm not going to for a few more days, but she wanted it so I thought "what the hell, why not give it a try". Well, I suppose a longer break is in order before I get to enjoy her ass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really having a hard time letting go of my current lifestyle. I love being able to fuck anyone I want. I love flirting and hitting on girls. I love the chase. I'm not sure if I'm quite ready to settle down yet. The question that bugs me is if I'm ever going to be ready if I keep living like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments everyone! You always bring out something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-490536101593388371?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/490536101593388371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=490536101593388371' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/490536101593388371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/490536101593388371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-2914206453032407397</id><published>2006-11-21T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:03:16.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust, sex and sodomy with Jenni</title><content type='html'>It's hard for me to admit this, but I've had too much sex during the last few days. My cock is sore from all the fucking. All this thanks to Jenni, the little nymfo I met a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy Saturday, but after I finished all my scheduled meetings by midnight I joined Jenni and her friends at a bar. We had a blast and continued to her friend's place after the closing light signal. We drank until 6 am then left the after-party and took a cab to my place, where the fest really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fucked for 3 hours! I kid you not. I don't know about you, but 3 hours is a lot to me. The whole scene had a lot of similarities with the session I had with &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2005/07/lust-sex-and-sodomy-with-helga.html"&gt;Helga a while back&lt;/a&gt;. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honored and privileged to take her anal virginity. Boy did I have to persuade her to let me. The conversation was something along the lines of "I wanna fuck you up the ass" to which she replied "Ok". Now that's the way it should work everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I probably should've been a bit more gentle on her brown rosebud. I didn't hurt her there and then, but I did fuck her too hard and too long for it to be her first time. Her ass ached the next day, but then again, so did a lot of other places too. Anyway, the good thing is that according to her, despite my overeagerness, her first anal encounter was a positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also loved her foul language. The typical pattern is me saying "Tell me you're my slut" to which the girl replies "I'm your slut". Sure, that's hot and sexy to hear, but you won't believe how much better it sounds when you finish it off with "Do whatever you want with me" like Jenni did. I was all her's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dominated me a bit. I jerked off in front of her as she commaned, she choked me and rode me. Nothing big, but a lot more than most girls I've met are ever capable of. I loved it and I want more. She said she wants to tie me up. I'm all for it, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cock sucking was good, though there's some minor adjustments I need to make. For example, she pulls the foreskin a bit too far back and that hurts. I'll have to advise her next time we fuck. And of course ask if there's something I can improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of sucking my cock she also licked my asshole, the little slut. I've met her a week ago and already now she's going places only Laura has gone before. I dated Laura for two years to get her to lick my ass. Makes you wonder, doesn't it. If I date this girl for two years we're probably experimenting with how good it feels to be shot at with a handgun or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't like however was the role switching from dominant to submissive and vice versa. It just didn't work at all. It really shouldn't happen on the fly. You agree on the roles first and then you live by them. Of course we didn't agree on any roles verbally, but I hated when I was dominating her and then suddenly she switched the whole scene around. She should've let me finish first. But I'm sure that's something we can improve on. After all it was the second time we had sex and still it was far better than the sex I've ever had with Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love her open attitude. I'm sure some of it was due to the alcohol rushing in her veins, but still. I'm not sure if she said "no" to me once. I even made her suck my cock after anal fucking and she was happy to oblige. I fingered her ass and made her lick my finger. I had her bend over my legs and I spanked her like the naughly little slut she is. Oh, I was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Saturday she's spent the last two nights at my place. We've both been really sore from the 3 hour session so our sex has been somewhat more gentle. I've craved her ass everyday, but when sober I've been smart enough to let it rest a bit. Last night though I told her I'm going to fuck her up the ass the next time I see her. Unfortunately I don't know when I'll have time for her. Hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing is that I think I'm dating her. I think I have girlfriend now. Shit. No, great! I don't know. I really like being with her. She's really sweet, fun and beautiful. She really might be worth the risk. But then again when the girl at the reception of my office started a conversation with me for no reason at all and pretty much smiled and flirted with me all the time I find it hard to not go for it. She is very hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm puzzled and not quite sure what to do. Opinions are welcome as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I almost forgot to mention that I cummed on her face on Saturday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-2914206453032407397?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2914206453032407397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=2914206453032407397' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2914206453032407397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/2914206453032407397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/11/lust-sex-and-sodomy-with-jenni.html' title='Lust, sex and sodomy with Jenni'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3653222014479226874</id><published>2006-11-15T17:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:32:34.843+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenni'/><title type='text'>Sex on the first date with Jenni</title><content type='html'>"I don't fuck on the first date", she said. A little later she was pulling my pants down anxious to feel my cock inside her. I think things worked out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her last weekend and we had our first date yesterday. We had a beer at a bar in Helsinki, but since the company was very entertaining, we ended up having a few more than just one. I invited her over to my place and she gladly accepted. We were both pretty drunk when we got to my place and it didn't take long for things to get really heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer. I wasn't conciously driving us towards sex when I kissed her. Things started moving really fast and suddenly my hands were inside her pants and to my pleasant suprise she didn't have any panties on. A few seconds later she was bent over the table and I was fucking her from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some she turned around, kneeled and swallowed my cock. She was actually somewhat good at it, above average. The most evident flaw was that she didn't pull the foreskin over the knob with her  hand when she was pulling out. It just feels incomplete when you don't do it far enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted her up on the table and licked her pussy for a while and then continued with the fucking. I fucked her long and hard. I really put a lot of effort into it. Actually probably a bit too much since after a while she slowly started whimpering with every thurst I made. She stopped me because she said my cock was simply too big for her and she's spent. I was a bit puzzled and said I was sorry for hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started sucking my cock again. I asked her if it was OK to cum in her mouth and it was. She didn't swallow, but spilled it all over herself. I'm not sure if it was deliberate or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showered together and when I asked her why she didn't tell me earlier if it was hurting she said it felt great until it rather suddenly turned painful. It is true that she wasn't whimpering like that ealier during the intercourse. It's still weird though, my cock isn't really that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's a nice girl and actually I'm seeing her again tomorrow. We'll see what comes out of it. We've been talking on the phone quite a lot and I don't think she's quite a match for the sex freak in me, but maybe I can make her grow a bit twisted. I love ruining innocent girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to meet Aino this week, but we just couldn't find a time that would be suitable for both and therefore she's postponed until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evita and I have been trying to find time too, but so far it hasn't worked out. We're both pretty busy so it's not easy. Blah, I only wish I didn't have to sleep so much, then I'd have a lot more time on my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3653222014479226874?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3653222014479226874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3653222014479226874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3653222014479226874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3653222014479226874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-fuck-on-first-date-she-said.html' title='Sex on the first date with Jenni'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-3180253644785798023</id><published>2006-11-11T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:07:29.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter got me</title><content type='html'>I have to say I like being missed, but that's not the reason I haven't been writing. I've been so busy lately that I've had trouble finding time to eat and sleep. On top of this all I caught the worst cold I've had in ages on Tuesday and since then I've been on the brink of suicide with all the coughing and sore throats. I hate being ill!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've tried all the cures I know, but I don't think anything will work until I slow down a bit. Unfortunately my timetables won't allow me to do so properly. I've already tried skipping some of the not so mandatory stuff, but there are things I simply can't cancel, even though I am ill. A lot of people will probably think I should just cancel anything, but even my mom agreed with me that some of the meetings I have I can't cancel even though I am very ill so nothing is going to convince me otherwise. Mom knows best. She however does think that I shouldn't arrange such tight schedules for myself, but that's another issue.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was suppose to  meet Evita last Thursday. She called me up and asked if she could come to my place. I guess she's over whatever she's been going through. I don't know what got into her, but then again it's none of my business. We're just fuck buddies and the best part of that is that you don't have to explain anything. Anyway,  I got home so late that we had to cancel. The good thing is that she's available again. I just need to find the time for her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aino split up with her boyfriend. At the moment she's out of town, but we agreed to go out together when she gets back home. She's never had Indian food so I thought I'd take her to an Indian restaurant. That is, if I find the time. Blah.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's stuff I have to do tonight, but I'll try not to end up in a bar afterwards. I already managed to keep myself out yesterday. I'd so wanna get wasted. You, my dear readers, are going to have to do it for me! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When going out, wear something special! Of course it's for the  opposite sex too, but even more it has an effect on your own self-esteem. When you look special, you feel special. Nothing is sexier than self-confidence, but don't get cocky!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you have any good tips on how to get rid of the flu, I'll be happy to try them out. I've already tried masturbation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS. There's some nasty bugs with the Blogger Beta composer, I hope this comes out right.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-3180253644785798023?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3180253644785798023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=3180253644785798023' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3180253644785798023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/3180253644785798023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/11/winter-got-me.html' title='Winter got me'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-116232433343095883</id><published>2006-10-31T21:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:26.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Status report</title><content type='html'>I've been in contact with Aino for quite a while. She's actually &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2005/06/breasts-also-known-as-aino.html"&gt;one of the first girls I ever wrote about&lt;/a&gt; in my blog. At the moment she's dating, but things aren't looking especially bright for that relationship. It's been breaking up for a while and I have to admit I've probably had an effect. It's not like I've been trying to make them split up, but I can't say I've been passive either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've talked on the phone almost every day and it's always my iniative. I like chatting to her on the phone. I'm being an asshole and I know it since she's in love with me and she'd want to date me, but I've told her it's not going to happen. She must be a bit puzzled and I can't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I was at her place and after some seamingly innocent caressing we started kissing passionately. Things were starting to get heated, but she stopped me when I started undressing her.  Isn't that the most boring thing ever. What's was the point of kissing me if she didn't want to go further? A kiss is cheating too so why not just get on with the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also met some other girls of which none are worth delving into deeper, literally or otherwise. A junkie, an ex-girlfriend from way back, a girl on a train, etc. I've been doing my groundwork for some new sex relations, but so far nothing's paid off. Oh, well, that's life. You can't win 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one cheering girl working at the reception of my work place. Her smile is so adorable and she's really outgoing and talkative. Her ass is tight and she's in good shape, but she has no tits at all. I'm not kidding you. There's nothing there. My tits are probably bigger than hers. That doesn't put my down much, though, she's so hot otherwise and anyway it's the butt that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments! I love the attention ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-116232433343095883?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/116232433343095883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=116232433343095883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116232433343095883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116232433343095883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/status-report.html' title='Status report'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-116154804860573487</id><published>2006-10-22T22:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:25.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I was at a friend's party last night trying to get drunk. My friend isn't especially good-looking and once again I witnessed the fact that ugly people have ugly friends. Not a lot of potential targets in sight since the few good-looking ones were there with their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this one girl who caught my eye right away. Though She shouldn't be too flattered since it's not hard to spot a daisy from a pile of shit. Anyway, later I found out that the I'd caught her eye too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever been picked on so aggressively. From the moment we first started talking it probably took something like 30 minutes for her to be sitting in my lap. Normally I like being discreet with new people, but her vigor approach was flattering so I let her get on with it. Besides, she was six years older than me and single so she had to be good in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I decided to leave the party and head out to a bar where a group of my friends were at. When I asked her to join me the look on her face was pretty much "Hell yeah, I'm going to score!". Of course, I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the bar a friend of mine started playing around with her. They danced and some of the moves were somewhat questionable from my point of view, but I let it pass since I thought it's good that she gets along so well with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bar closed, which happens at 4 o'clock in Finland, we were invited to an after party. We gladly accepted the invitation and started walking to one of my friends' apartment. She walked with the aforementioned friend of mine, but I didn't mind since I was engaged in a conversation with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing my friend's butt, however, was a bit over the top. I didn't say anything at the time, but when we got to the stairs I told my friends me and her would come up in just a sec. When were were alone I told her to piss off. Politely I explained what I thought of her behaviour. She denied it all. "I most definately did not grab your friend's butt. I want you!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty drunk so it is possible that I didn't really see what I thought I saw. I'm not trying to bullshit myself here. What I saw just wasn't clear enough for me to be 100% sure. And naturally, I wanted pussy. We talked for a while and she managed to convince me I'd imagined the whole thing. I said I was sorry and we went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after party was OK, but nothing special. We didn't stay there for long and for the whole time she was like glued to me. I guess she didn't want to risk her chance of getting some cock tonight. A little later we took a cab to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she was planning on having sex that night since there was a bush underneath her panties, but it was evident that normally she shaves. When I stripped her naked I suppose she was thinking "damn I should've shaved tonight". The thought was there and to err is human so I'm going to let her go easy on this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started licking her and only two minutes later she pulled me up. Then she sucked my cock for that same two minutes and then asked "Do have any condoms?". She so reminded me of Laura. Laura is your average finnish guy (yes, guy) when it comes to sex. She just wants to get the foreplay over with so we can start fucking and she can cum. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a condom and fucked her. Blah. Doggy, missionary. Blah, blah. Of course it felt good, but oh so vanilla. I strangled her just a bit and grabbed her hair, but that's all that was all for the night. What crowned the whole thing was when after I'd been at it for a while she said "Don't you ever cum?" I could've laughed out loud, but I kept my posture. "I cum when I want to" I replied and let myself cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we talked. She'd been married for the last 7 years of her life and gotten a divorce a few months ago. I guess that explains the boring sex. I bet I was like her third or fourth partner ever. I just find it hard to understand how people are satisfied with such lousy sex and never start to exlore anything else. Come on, 7 years of marriage and vanilla intercourse. The only way it makes sense is that they don't know of anything better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-116154804860573487?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/116154804860573487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=116154804860573487' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116154804860573487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116154804860573487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-116102140186005226</id><published>2006-10-16T20:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:25.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>As a kid I, if I managed to cut myself somehow, I first poured salt on my wound and then disinfected it several times because I liked the pain the salt and the disinfection liquid caused. I'd forgotten all about this, but now that the memory crept up I thought I'd share since it does quite clearly state that I've been the way I am for most of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all kinds of pain I like. I don't like getting my bones broken or the feeling of a knife cutting me. I suppose it's more the kind of pain that peaks and then eases off. Spanking, hitting, strangling, grabbing. If I could experience the sensation of being shot without dying I think I'd want to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I am the freak I am because I've been watching porn since I was 11 years old, but it seems I've been at least partially wrong. I don't think I'd seen anything more then underwear commercials when I already enjoyed pouring salt in my wounds. Naturally the porn must've brought out a lot of the stuff I now enjoy, but I'm sure it would've come up in some form anyway. Though maybe not as dominant as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of my wants and desires are very perverted from some point of view. Do I feel bad? Would I want to be normal and just be satisfied with vanilla sex? Well, yes and no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed of what I am. Actually quite the opposite. I think a lot of people are missing out on a lot when they're living by the standards set by others. There's so much to explore and experience if you only have the courage to let go and not think what is taboo and what's not and just do what feels good. And maybe some things that feel bad too, since a lot of the really good things don't feel that good the first time around. I don't anyone of us liked coffee or beer the first time we tasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However if I wasn't the freak I am it would be so much easier to find a decent wife. If I could make do with plain, boring intercourse twice a week I'd probably be married to Laura right now. I wouldn't even know the pleasures of strangling a slut while spanking her ass with a leather belt. You can't miss something you don't even know exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could, I wouldn't change things. Nah, I love the twisted me. I like being a beast. I love being a predator and not a sheep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-116102140186005226?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/116102140186005226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=116102140186005226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116102140186005226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116102140186005226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-116059369659008088</id><published>2006-10-11T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:25.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of a blowjob</title><content type='html'>It seems that the first thing I miss when I'm having a dry season is a blowjob. I've spent the last half an hour imagining a girl sucking and licking my cock. I'm going to have to take out my cock and jerk off any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose a blowjob is the first thing to miss because I can't imitate it with my hands and I'm not stretchy enough to suck my own cock. Actually I probably wouldn't want to give myself a blowjob even if I could. I'm sorry for being so chauvinistic and homophobic, but in my life a blowjob is a girl's task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could do quite a while without any other sexual activity if I just got a blowjob, say, four times a week. Of course, preferably every day, but I think I could do with four a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-116059369659008088?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/116059369659008088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=116059369659008088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116059369659008088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116059369659008088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-need-of-blowjob.html' title='In need of a blowjob'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-116042134415633056</id><published>2006-10-09T18:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:24.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HIV negative</title><content type='html'>Got the results from my HIV test. It was negative. I didn't really think it would be positive, but thinking about the result beforehand did freak me out a bit. Well, anyway, it's nice to know for sure that I don't have any STDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu told me I'm a pig since I stopped calling her and sending her messages right after we had sex. I have very little to say in my own defense. Still, I don't feel bad or anything. She knew what I was after. Naturally I would've kept in touch if the experience had been a little more positive, but I'm not going to say that to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to fuck me again. She tried to make herself fit in my schedule yesterday and today. No spot for her. I would've had time for Christine or &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2005/07/lust-sex-and-sodomy-with-helga.html"&gt;Helga&lt;/a&gt;, but not for Anu. I am willing to give her another chance, I'm just not going to make much of an effort to arrange it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with Evita. We're still in contact, but she says she's too busy to meet me. I told her I got the message and that I'm going to stop contacting her, but she said she does want to see me. I guess there's some kind of turmoil in her life at the moment. Pity, I'd love to fuck her after such a long break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-116042134415633056?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/116042134415633056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=116042134415633056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116042134415633056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116042134415633056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-hiv-negative.html' title='I&apos;m HIV negative'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-116023462651092939</id><published>2006-10-07T18:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:24.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet times</title><content type='html'>There's not a lot going on in my sex life. Don't really have time to hunt for new pussy and it seems all the older fuck buddies have gone and vanished. Suprisingly, I'm not breaking into pieces just yet. I've enjoyed the peace and quiet, at least most of the time. I have two very able hands that never let me down. They don't take it up the ass, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out on a date yesterday. I don't think anything is going to happen with her. She seemed very interested, but I think her butt is a a bit too big for my taste. I have to mention that after last night I know what it feels like for a girl to have her breasts stared at all the time. She just seemed to be eating my hands with her eyes. She did compliment them too. It's nice notice someone's interest, but she just took it a bit too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I also went in for STD tests. I don't have any symptoms or anything, I just want to know for sure that I don't have anything. I already got my results for gonorrhea and chlamydia, which were both negative. I'll get the HIV-result next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll get HIV. So far everything's worked out so well for me that I'm afraid my lifestyle is going to catch up with me in someway. I bet at least a few of my readers also think that I'd deserve to get HIV for the stuff I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do use a condom when I have sex, but I use it for birth control. For example I don't think I've ever had anal sex with a condom. I know it's stupid, you don't have to tell me that. Bare in mind however that I don't do one night stands. I trust and know all my partners. It's not fool-proof, naturally, but I think I'm a lot more safe than people fucking random people they meet at a bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-116023462651092939?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/116023462651092939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=116023462651092939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116023462651092939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/116023462651092939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiet-times.html' title='Quiet times'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115956684798614998</id><published>2006-09-29T23:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:23.895+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate hearing "no"</title><content type='html'>It's all about power. I love power. I love the feeling of being in control. I love the thought of someone submitting to me and my will. Anything I say goes. Anything I ask is granted. Who wouldn't want to be God? But is that really true? Is the dom allmighty? The way I see it, hell no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always limits. I hate limits. I hate hearing "no" while I'm doing my best at being dominant. I mean, come on, whatta fuck? How am I suppose to be dominant if really the sub is calling all the shots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean the sub should just do everything the dom wants? Well, I suppose in an ideal case the wants and desires of a sub and dom are in unison and thus there's never a need for saying the allmighty no. So far, however, I haven't met such a girl. It's always been me pushing the limits further and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I find such a girl, I'm going to have to deal with the fact that there's limits, no matter how much I hate 'em. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want to make anyone feel bad. Sex is suppose to be pleasant, for both. So I'm going to respect those limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there's limits and I'm going to have to deal with 'em. How? Should the sub just say no during the act when we go to a region where she's not comfortable. Well, yes, she should. But hearing a no is such a huge turn off. It drops you right down from the skies where you were God. How can we avoid that? By agreeing on the allowed and forbidden areas beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something isn't comfortable, go towards it little by little. I'll take anal sex as an example. If the dom wants anal sex, but the sub isn't yet comfortable with it, the sub isn't going to like if forced into it. So first agree beforehand that the dom is allowed to lick the sub's butt. When she's comfortable with that, move on to fingering. Then maybe a toy and finally a cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that you both know the limits. The sub knows the dom won't go further than agreed and vice versa. Thus we have limits, but the dom doesn't have to get dropped down from heavens by a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if something doesn't feel comfortable even though it's normally in the allowed area, it's OK to say no. Everything just doesn't work out perfectly everytime. That's life. I think hurting someone is a lot worse than dropping out of domspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with Christine was special. She'd been reading my blog and I'd gotten familiar with her opinions while chatting on MSN. Of course she knew I was going to spank her, pull on her hair and fuck her up the ass. She wouldn't have wanted to fuck me if she had a problem with that stuff. I knew all that was in the allowed section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The borderline was vague, since I didn't know if it was OK to make her suck my cock after it had been up her ass. I decided to play it safe just so I don't make her feel bad and so I don't have to hear the feared word "no". I still think it was a good call. By next time, I'll know and then if she's up for it, I can do it and know it's OK by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christine, I had little fear of hearing no and thus I could concentrate on the essential: being in control. I loved the power I had over her. She was completely at my mercy. Yes, there's always limits, but in a way they are transparent because we both know where they are. To me, it looks like I can do anything because she's not going to say no to anything I make her do. It's a bit twisted, I know, but it works fine for me. What it boils down to is this: I can do whatever I want to, but I don't want to do anything she's not comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this post was probably the hardest so far to put into words. I simply have too little experience to really be talking about the issues above. But hey, I'm not claming I know it all. This is what I think is right at the moment. I'll let you know if I change my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115956684798614998?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115956684798614998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115956684798614998' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115956684798614998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115956684798614998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-hearing-no.html' title='I hate hearing &quot;no&quot;'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115938811761604415</id><published>2006-09-27T22:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:23.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from the girl with big tits</title><content type='html'>Another selfish sex act with the big titted ex-girlfriend. I wanted to fuck and she was available so I asked her to come over. I probably should've just jerked off as I have almost every night after Saturday. A good jerk off is better than a lousy fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we had sex the lighting was dim. I should've turned it down this time too. She's just not a very pretty sight to be honest. I thought about it while fucking her. If she wasn't an ex I probably wouldn't have sex with her. She's not the kind of girl I'd pick up at a bar and I'd probably turn her down if she came and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not especially fat, but she's not thin either. I don't think she's ever shaved her pubic hair. I don't like her face. Her big tits have some value, but since I'm more into butts the interest doesn't last long. She does have one merit though, she's good at sucking cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives the knob the attention it needs, but she also sinks the cock deep in her mouth, as deep as it goes. It feels magnificent. I had her suck my cock for quite a while and I didn't lick her. What an asshole I am, but so what. I'm not going to lick her pussy again unless she shaves it. I love licking pussy, but I hate pubic hair that gets in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her doggy style for a while and then ejaculated on her tits. Earlier I didn't quite understand why guys want to cum on a girl and not inside the condom, which is a lot more tidier. Finally now I think I have a clue. It's a form of dominance. It's like saying "I can do whatever I want and you'll just take it". At least that's how I get something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very pleasing fuck except for the cock sucking. Though it's not easy to impress me after the sex I had on Saturday. With her I felt very powerful and dominant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started pondering about a sub/dom relationship, but I'm going to write about it more later since I'm running out of time now. I'll just say that I'm really looking forward to seeing the girl from Saturday again. Actually, I think from now on I'll call her Christine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115938811761604415?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115938811761604415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115938811761604415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115938811761604415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115938811761604415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/visit-from-girl-with-big-tits.html' title='A visit from the girl with big tits'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115903819480530839</id><published>2006-09-23T20:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:23.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You are never going to believe this</title><content type='html'>I have to say, never did I believe that I would get pussy by writing a blog, but here I stand corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had sex with a girl who contacted me through MSN right after I published my address &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/01/msn-messenger.html"&gt;some months ago&lt;/a&gt;. We've been chatting since and sort of getting to know each other. Naturally I haven't told her anything personal in order to preserve my anonymity. She's been completely open about her identity though. I know her full name and I've seen pictures of her in &lt;a href="http://www.irc-galleria.net/"&gt;IRC-Galleria&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't live in Helsinki, but she was visiting friends this weekend. We agreed we'd meet. Still I didn't want her to know who I am so I had to make some arrangements and she had to trust me to not kill her and dump her in an alley somewhere. Brave girl, I must say. Though they do say that the difference between bravery and stupidity is the outcome. This time she was brave and chose someone trustworthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my version of what happened. It's a bit weird to be writing this post since I know she'll read it. I'll try to not think about that. Hopefully she'll write a comment and thus for the first time you, my dear readers, will get unbiased facts about me and the size of my penis ;) Though it is her call, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to go to the Ateljee bar, which is on the 12th floor of Hotel Torni in Helsinki. I had already paid for a strawberry Margarita and arranged that she gets a letter when she orders one. We'll, of course, the waiter screwed up and didn't give the letter and she had to pay for her drink. Anyway, when I noticed she was running late I gave her a call from a pre-paid phone number. She got the letter when she asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter contained two sheets of paper. The first was a note from me saying she has to select her favorite dildo from the numbered introduction list on the second sheet and memorize it's number. It also said when she has to be downstairs. There were five dildos, 2 for anal play and 3 others. She did as she was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs an off-duty taxi driver I had hired for the job gave her a paper bag with the corresponding number, containing the dildo. The driver naturally had no idea what was in the paper bags. The driver blindfolded the girl and drove her to a prearranged location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived I was waiting. I took her inside. I've used blindfolds with girls before and I know they always gets displaced at some point so I had taken precautions. I was wearing a ski mask covering my head except for my eyes and mouth. I was like a fucking commando on a mission. I suppose that's not entirely false ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered her a drink. We talked for a minute or two and I started kissing her ear and groping her breasts. I put her drink away and pulled up her skirt. Nice see-through string panties, a bald pussy except for a very small landing strip. Very good. I kissed her inner thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to get down on all fours on the bed. With my left hand I either choked her or pulled on her hair, with my right I pulled up her skirt and started spanking her ass. I also fingered her a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her up on her knees by her hair, took my cock out and put it in her mouth. She was a bit too tender at first, focusing too much on the knob and not taking the shaft in her mouth. I had her suck my cock on her knees a few times and when I started fucking her mouth, pushing my cock in her mouth, it felt really good. I couldn't help moaning. I would've loved to cum right then and there in her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put her back on all fours and decided it was time for the toy or else I'd forget about the whole thing. I ripped open the paper bag and it contained an anal toy. Good girl. I would've been disappointed had she not chosen one of the anal toys since she's been reading my blog for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I licked her ass a bit, moistened the toy in her pussy, spread some saliva on her anus and inserted the toy. I played with her ass for a while, then told her to continue herself while I moved to stand on my knees in front of her and made her suck my cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very surreal feeling. There's this girl sucking my cock and masturbating with an anal toy and yet she knows nothing of me. She was completely at my mercy. What a powerful feeling. I loved the thought and I still do. What a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After messing around with the anal toy a bit, I told her to turn around. I licked her pussy for a short while and fingered her at the same time. I wanted to fuck her ass. I didn't plan my actions ealier except for one thing. I was going to fuck her ass first, which is exactly what I did. I turned her on all fours again, spread some saliva on her anus with my fingers and slowly started sinking my cock in. I think she motioned twice with her hand for me to go in slower. Of course, humbly, I obeyed, I didn't want to hurt her. I fucked her ass for a while then got back to the spanking, choking and hair pulling. I also fucked her ass when she was on her back with her legs up and ankles in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her pussy in a few different positions: missionary, doggy style, her on her stomach and me behind her, etc. I called her a slut every once and a while and pulled on her hair. She was very quiet for the whole time. She told me earlier in MSN that she's always very quiet during sex so I wasn't suprised or anything, but it still is hard to read a girl when she's completely silent. I don't think she had an orgasm during the whole act but if she did, she kept it to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came on her butt while she spread her ass cheeks for me. What a beautiful sight. That's something I'll never get bored of, I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the act, she finished her drink, I gave her a lift to the city center, told her to count to 30 before taking off the blindfold and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a very pleasing set and definately worth the risk. I went through all the worst case scenarios in my head beforehand, but luckily none of them became reality. I had a great time and if she's up for doing it again, I am too. I am aware that if she came there to find out who I am she probably got enough clues to track me down, I wasn't that careful. I suppose it's fair that I trust her a bit too since she sort of trusted me with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few things I would've wanted to do, but didn't dare. When I had fucked her ass I would've wanted to me her suck my cock after and spank her with my belt. And after I had ejaculated on her buttocks I would've wanted to take some cum in my fingers and have her eat it. I decided not to since it might've spoiled the fact that this time she did everything I wanted and didn't hold me back at all. I didn't want her to say no to me in anything. Of course, she could've let me do it and I guess I'll know when I talk to her once she's read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great experience. Definately something to tell your grandchildren about. Or then again, maybe not ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115903819480530839?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115903819480530839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115903819480530839' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115903819480530839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115903819480530839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-never-going-to-believe-this.html' title='You are never going to believe this'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115841007307311137</id><published>2006-09-16T15:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:22.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#23 Anu</title><content type='html'>A new girl spent the night at my place. Anu is someone I met through the internet. I've seen her once before, but for some reason I didn't even mention it in the blog. She's not especially hot or anything, but fuckable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex was pretty dull. I was very tired when she came over and I actually thought that I'm just going to go to sleep. Well, she had put on nice panties and pretty much climbed on top of me as soon as she got in to bed so I pretty soon cheered up enough to fuck her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreplay wasn't her strongest field. Actually, I don't know what was, but I'm sure it wasn't foreplay. I'd licked her for about a half a minute when she pulled me up and murmured something about having been in a bar all night without a shower. She was worried that her pussy tastes bad. A good thing to worry about, but she tasted alright and I would've liked to continue a bit longer. That was the only oral sex during the whole act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice she tried to stuff my cock inside her pussy without a condom, but I stopped her. After the second time I got the condom and started fucking her. Blah. So plain. When I'd fucked her for about a minute or so, she said something like "You don't have to..." meaning that I don't have to fuck her long enough for her to get an orgasm. I was just getting started, I wasn't feeling tired anymore, I wanted to fuck. That pretty much took away the little edge that was left. I pretty soon just came inside the condom, cleaned myself and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to arrange time with Evita, but our schedules just haven't had an opening at the same time. At least there's some interest in fucking her because of the absolutely beautiful ass and pussy. Plus I love spanking that pretty ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend everyone. By the way, I might be heading to Onnela (a bar in the center of Helsinki) tonight so see you there, maybe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115841007307311137?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115841007307311137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115841007307311137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115841007307311137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115841007307311137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/23-anu.html' title='#23 Anu'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115800101006776948</id><published>2006-09-11T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:22.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonna is no longer my slut</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a bit too much. I could've had a few less drinks on both days. I'm still feeling very tired and a bit hung over. It think I'm gonna skip the drinking next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a woman who was about 10 years older than me, but I managed to loose her phone number since she gave it to me on a piece of paper. I'm pretty sure she would've been a very interesting acquintance in bed and I would've wanted to get my hands on her tits since now all I got was a quick peak when she pulled her shirt up for me in a dark corner of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonna called and said she thinks I should probably delete the pictures I have. I thought she'd found this blog or something, but luckily it was just because she'd met a guy. Well, naturally I told her I'd delete the pictures, but I'm not going to. Girls, don't ever think guys would delete nude pictures of you. It just doesn't happen. But then again, I'm not going to show them to anyone else or anything, ever. They're just going to stay in my archives. The archives that I will most probably delete the day I get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have one less fuck buddy and I've lost the most obedient slut I've had so far. I'm sure you, my dear readers, understand that I'm not feeling especially low because of this. We had fun, but there was always some kind of friction in our sex adventures so in the end I'm probably better off without her. Though my guess is she'll call me soon and ask if she could come over. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm in need of a new slut. Luckily, there are things bubbling underneath the surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115800101006776948?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115800101006776948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115800101006776948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115800101006776948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115800101006776948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/jonna-is-no-longer-my-slut.html' title='Jonna is no longer my slut'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115757499470497139</id><published>2006-09-06T23:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:22.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely?</title><content type='html'>I actually wrote a post earlier, but now that I looked at my blog it's gone missing. I have no idea what happened. Well, I'll try to get some of those ideas in to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about my busyness. How I'm always hurrying from one place to another. I seldom have the time to just sit back and relax. Well, a few days ago I deliberately arranged two days off from all my resposibilities, work, hobbies, girls and friends. It's good to have time for yourself every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was I felt very lonely. Very lonely. I had to start sending text messages to all the girls just to assure myself that my being single really is a choice, not a necessity. Quite simply I had to prove myself that I could have a girlfriend if I wanted one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about this before quite a few times, but it's the first time I'm writing this down. Am I keeping myself busy deliberately so I wouldn't have time to notice how lonely I really am? At the moment I'm so busy I wouldn't even have time to date anyone, but if I arrange some time off I immediately feel like a puppy in need of some tenderness and care. I hope there's not a lot of guys reading this since it is a bit embarassing to admit that I'm not all about ass fucking, I do need some hugging and nice words every now and then too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post just poses the question since I don't have an answer. I'm very eager to hear your opinion so please do write your thoughts in the comment section or via email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115757499470497139?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115757499470497139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115757499470497139' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115757499470497139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115757499470497139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/09/lonely.html' title='Lonely?'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115696871284658586</id><published>2006-08-30T22:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:21.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big titties and my cock between 'em</title><content type='html'>I had sex with an ex-girlfriend last night. I haven't seen her in a while and I don't think I've had sex with her during the lifetime of this blog. Anyway, we've fucked every now and then since we split up, which was ages ago. She's been living in another city and that's why we've met so seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tits are huge. They were big when we were dating, but they've grown since. She was pregrant a while ago, but had an abortion. According to her the pregnancy made her boobs even bigger. So all you girls with a flat chest, just get pregnant, get an abortion and gain bigger tits. I wish I could get a bigger dick just by killing a baby. Not that my cock is too small, I'd just do it for the babies ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather selfish during our act. I fingered her for a while, but licked her only for a few minutes or so. Though that's partly her own fault since she hadn't shaved. I don't think she ever has. Her hairy pussy is such a waste of good tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sucked my cock for ages. I fucked her tits too. I think this is the first time I fucked a girl's tits. It's also possible that she's the first girl with big enough boobs for it. Anyway, it was fun and it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl, Sini, is actually the first girl I had anal sex with. However it didn't quite work out as planned. I hurt her and I don't think I even managed to get my cock in. The next next day she sent me a message that her ass has been bleeding. So I guess it's no wonder that she pulled away when I inserted my little finger into her anus. But, no matter what, it's still a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her doggy style, missionary and a few other positions and eventually came on her tits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115696871284658586?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115696871284658586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115696871284658586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115696871284658586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115696871284658586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-titties-and-my-cock-between-em.html' title='Big titties and my cock between &apos;em'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115669658154312536</id><published>2006-08-27T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:21.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this!</title><content type='html'>Girl with a one track mind wrote &lt;a href="http://girlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/dominate.html"&gt;a very arousing post&lt;/a&gt; of her dominating a guy and fucking him up the ass with a buttplug. Hot stuff, definately. Me and The Girl would probably get along quite well. I like to be dominant most of the time, but wouldn't mind  submitting every now and then. And I'm definately up for some buttplug fun. I wouldn't want to live in London though, it's too big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115669658154312536?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115669658154312536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115669658154312536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115669658154312536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115669658154312536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/read-this.html' title='Read this!'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115658644773527205</id><published>2006-08-26T12:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:21.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonna and Laura</title><content type='html'>I couldn't choose which one to fuck, Jonna or Laura, so I fucked both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed on a time with Jonna and I was 5 minutes late, so she was already waiting at my door. I pushed her back against a wall and started kissing and groping her there in the stairway. I thought I'd make her suck my cock right now and I got around to saying "Get down on your knees, slut", but we heard noises from downstairs so we had to hurry inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we did pretty much the usual stuff. She was very noisy and I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard us. Not that I care. I like listening to other people have sex so why wouldn't my neigbors like it too? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the new things we did was that she layed on her back on the bed with her head hanging off the edge and I fucked her mouth. The position was very exciting, but my cock touched her teeth with every push so it wasn't very enjoyable after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anal sex we had was pretty great. I think I've so far only fucked her up the ass in doggy style. This time we did all kinds of positions. I don't know if her asshole is bigger than usual, but I love how she's not as sensitive as Laura was. With Laura you had to be very careful and tender. With Jonna you can pretty much fuck her ass as if you were fucking her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonna is going to be on vacation for a little over a week so I can't see her for a while. It's probably best not to fuck her too often so I can enjoy it as much as I did this time. It just seems that I get bored of her very soon if I fuck her more than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Laura some five hours later. That's enough time to fully recover even from the somewhat exhausting set with Jonna. She came over to my place. It was pretty late and we were both hungry so we had some sandwiches in the kitchen first. I asked her if she could strip to her string panties first. She did so I got some eye candy too while eating. She still looks good though she's grown a bit of a belly since we split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tender vanilla sex. Not the kind I normally prefer, but I too need my hugs and kisses every once and a while. It can't all just be spanking, hair pulling and ass fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd shaved her pussy and it looked beautiful. Her blowjobs are probably still the best I've had. I fucked her in to three orgasms after which I ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed it all nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115658644773527205?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115658644773527205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115658644773527205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115658644773527205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115658644773527205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/jonna-and-laura.html' title='Jonna and Laura'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115645297404879180</id><published>2006-08-24T23:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:20.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva Peron</title><content type='html'>Basic set with Evita. It felt really good after a 2,5 week break. Her pussy and ass are probably the prettiest I've seen so far. It's such a shame there's very few other things good about her. If it weren't for her pretty crotch, I probably would've dumped her a good while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's either Jonna or Laura. I haven't seen Laura in a while and I guess I miss her a bit in some weird way. Even though the sex isn't always that great, I still do like her a lot. Hell, I dated her for ages, of course I like her. If she'd just get over the narrow-mindedness she's grown since we split up we could have a lot of fun. Well, at least her blowjobs are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonna is a bit pissed off since I haven't yet found the time to meet her after my trip and she's going abroad in a few days. I'm not taking her too seriously. Actually, it probably wouldn't be such a bad thing if she got angry at me for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I've got a few new things slowly cooking. We'll see if anything comes out of them. I'm in need of some fresh pussy. Or actually, I'd prefer some fresh ass first ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a pity I can't pick up any of the girls reading my blog. After reading the comments on my previous post there's a few I'd definately go for if I didn't have to hide behind this mask of anonymity. Though I have to say that so far I've met only very few women through the internet who are good-looking enough to arouse my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this the wrong way girls, but you are right. I'm sure I could find a fat, ugly slut from a bar, fuck her up the ass, cum on her face and leave. It's just that I probably couldn't even get it up with a girl like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't offend any of the commenters of my previous post since that was most definately not my intention. I'm just making a point. I'm sure you're all exceptions to the rule ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115645297404879180?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115645297404879180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115645297404879180' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115645297404879180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115645297404879180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/eva-peron.html' title='Eva Peron'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115617550050443865</id><published>2006-08-21T18:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:20.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream</title><content type='html'>There one thing I've been pondering. It would be so cool to meet a new girl and the first time we had sex I'd fuck her in the ass first. That would be something unique. That's something to tell your grandchildren.. well, maybe not, but you get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115617550050443865?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115617550050443865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115617550050443865' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115617550050443865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115617550050443865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream.html' title='A dream'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115617430124990365</id><published>2006-08-21T18:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:20.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>I had a great time on my vacation. Not a lot to tell blogwise since I only fingered a girl in a bar and that's it for the whole trip, but otherwise it was awesome. I wish I could tell you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was great to be away from all the meaningless sex for a while. I was pretty fed up with everything when I left, but now I'm feeling a lot better again. I haven't had time to see any of the girls yet, so we'll see what happens after another meaningless sexual encounter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at the bar was fun. She had a nice very short skirt, that I just couldn't stop myself from lifting when the right moment came. Actually I probably would've gone a lot further (not there at the bar, but somewhere else, I mean ;)), but she pretty much stopped it at that. She had to go to sleep early and for a good reason too so I wasn't too disappointed. And anyway, it's good to be celibate for at least two weeks every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably seeing Evita on Wednesday and Jonna tried to get me to her place already on the weekend, but I was too tired accept the offer. I still get very contradictory vibes of Jonna. On the other hand I love treating her like the slut she is, but then again every once and a while I feel like I should just get rid of her. If Jonna was any less of a slut, I'd probably dump her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps me interested is her submissiveness. She pretty much does everything I want her to without question. Who could resist that? I tell her to suck my cock, she obeys. I tell her to spread her ass, she obeys. I tell her to masturbate with a dildo and I'll just cum on her and that's fine too. I guess I just need to find out where the limit is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's nice to be back, dear readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115617430124990365?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115617430124990365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115617430124990365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115617430124990365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115617430124990365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115497446344271766</id><published>2006-08-07T20:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:19.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick description of bondage with Jonna</title><content type='html'>"I'm coming over tonight. Make sure we've got a scarf and two one meter long ropes handy. Ok? What time?"&lt;br /&gt;Jonna replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. You can come anytime after six. I'll be waiting. -your slut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep very well and I was feeling really tired in the evening. If I could've backed out in a fashionable way I probably would've. The idea was very sexy, but I just wasn't feeling horny at all. Like I haven't been for over a week. Anyway, I'm glad I didn't bail out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to her place, I pushed her down on all fours on the sofa, pulled her skirt up and started spanking her ass. I caressed her pussy through her panties. I pulled on her hair and choked her. Spanking is so much better on a bare butt so I pulled her panties down, took my own clothes off and continued. My fingers circled her clit, but I intentionally didn't put any inside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her where the stuff I told her to gather was. "In the bedroom", she replied. So off to the bed room we went where I told her to take off her clothes, blindfold herself and get down on all fours on the bed. I tied her hands behind her back and her legs together and then continued spanking her and caressing her clit with my fingers, still not entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to wait a second and I took the leather belt off my jeans. I started spanking her with my belt. I was gentle since I know it can hurt pretty fucking much and too much pain is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her suck my cock and I spanked her while she sucked on it. Then back to just spanking. She was dripping wet when I inserted a finger for the first time. She moaned like an animal. I fingerfucked her as she panted. Then spanked her some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I stuffed my cock in her pussy and fucked her to an orgasm. It didn't take too long and once again her body spasmed rather violently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she sucked my cock and I spanked her with the belt until it was time for some anal. I spread saliva on her ass, eased her sprinchter with a finger for a while, and then slowly slid my cock in her ass. I fucked her for a while, then pulled out and told her to spread her ass cheeks and came on her buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the act I asked her if she's ever been tied up before. No she hasn't. "Was it a pleasant experience?" I continued. "Yes it was. Feel free to do it again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off for some time now. I'll try to write if I can and if there's something to write about, but I can't promise anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115497446344271766?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115497446344271766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115497446344271766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115497446344271766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115497446344271766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-description-of-bondage-with.html' title='A quick description of bondage with Jonna'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115454391667371086</id><published>2006-08-02T21:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:19.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit depressed</title><content type='html'>It's been such a busy week that I haven't found the time to see any of the girls. Actually I've been feeling very unhorny for about a week. What it boils down to is it seems that the more I touch the less I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up spending a night at Jonna's place last weekend. I didn't want to fuck her so I just went to sleep as soon as we got in. In the morning she wanted to give me a blowjob. She just pulled my boxer shorts down and started sucking my cock. I was still half-asleep and not feeling horny at all. It's not often I tell a girl to stop sucking my cock because I don't feel like it, but this time I did. Otherwise I enjoyed her company. We ate lunch together and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a bit stressed out and tired. My vacation starts next week and I've piled up a hell of a lot of stuff in my schedule before that. I'm going abroad for two weeks so I have to get things done. Hopefully I'll be able to write one more entry before I leave. I have no idea if I can write anything while I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thought crossed my mind the other day. Maybe I should be celibate for a while. It might do me some good to just concentrate on other things for a while. And if I was celibate for a month, I'd probably enjoy sex so much more. I can't remember when I last felt even a bit excited when pulling down a girl's panties. When I was younger I used to be excited everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just the girls and my standards. I'm pretty sure I'd be excited if I got to slowly take off &lt;a href="http://www.jessica-biel.at/coppermine/albums/userpics/10001/normal_autographs_002.jpg"&gt;Jessica Biel&lt;/a&gt;'s panties. That's what I'd really need. A beautiful, exceptionally hot girl that I could worship and adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115454391667371086?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115454391667371086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115454391667371086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115454391667371086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115454391667371086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/08/bit-depressed.html' title='A bit depressed'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115410922632104445</id><published>2006-07-28T20:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:19.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evita, Jonna and weird habits</title><content type='html'>Sex with Evita was pretty much the same as always. Technically Jonna is way better, but Evita is just so good-looking and so fit that the visual pleasure I get from her makes up at least some of her shortcomings in other areas. Where do I find the girl who's the crossing of these two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes two minutes for me to become completely fed up with Evita's stories. If I could only catch some of the stuff on tape and play it to you. She just babbles and babbles even though I think it is rather visible from my face that I couldn't care less. There is just no way of having an intelligent conversation with her. That's why I just pretty much strip her naked the moment she walks in through the door. Luckily, she doesn't talk during sex and she always leaves pretty soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I asked her about anal sex and she doesn't want to try it. How boring is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonna has been freaking out a bit. It all boils down to the fact that she doesn't want me to see other girls, but she knows there's nothing she can do about it. I've been completely honest with her and told her that I am seeing other girls and that for now things aren't going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess once again all she needed was some reassurance since today she's sent me a message saying she's feeling a lot better and would like to see me as soon as possible. I could've arranged some time today, but I decided it's better to let things cool down at least a few days. Besides, it's not very often I get to spend a night in the magnificent company of myself and no one else. Even though it's a Friday I sure as hell won't be going out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm not in a hurry I think I'll spend a little time to tell you about a weird habit of mine that I've only recently become aware of. When I meet a new girl I always think about what our wedding would be like. No, not the decorations, not the arrangements, that's stuff is for them bitches. I picture myself giving a toast about how I met my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, with Elina I could talk about how I asked her out in a train and the first thing she said was 'I'm not sure'. (She really did, I think I didn't mention that before.) And only after I played the "oh come oooon, what have you got to lose?"-card with my eyes, she gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also why I don't want to use any kinds of dating services or the sort. It would just be too embrassing for me to be telling all my relatives about the ad I had in this and that dating service and what her reply was like. No, I want to able to tell a romantic story. The kind you only see in the movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115410922632104445?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115410922632104445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115410922632104445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115410922632104445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115410922632104445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/evita-jonna-and-weird-habits.html' title='Evita, Jonna and weird habits'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115377236832967839</id><published>2006-07-24T23:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:19.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonna's pictures are amazing</title><content type='html'>I just got my camera back from Jonna. I'm still smiling at the results. Damn the pictures are hot ;) She's really put a lot of effort in to them. Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's just nudity, but then it gets into her spreading her ass for me. I also get to see her sucking and fucking a dildo. What pleased me most is that she has an anal toy of her own and I get to see it sink in to her asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pretty much surpassed all my expectations. I was thinking she'd bring me a few shy shots of her tits, but she brings me hardcore porn. If only her tits weren't so saggy and she was a different person, I'd marry her right away ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in the world, you have a lot to learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quickie with her when she returned the camera. Tomorrow Evita is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you finnish readers, take a look at &lt;a href="http://partyflickan.blogspot.com"&gt;Partyflickan's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115377236832967839?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115377236832967839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115377236832967839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115377236832967839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115377236832967839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/jonnas-pictures-are-amazing.html' title='Jonna&apos;s pictures are amazing'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115367620033625648</id><published>2006-07-23T20:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:18.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>... and so it fades.</title><content type='html'>I saw Elina for lunch a few days ago. It was fun and I like her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I've sent her one message and called her twice but I haven't heard anything from her until a few hours ago I got a message saying she's got problems in her other human relations and she asked me if I want her to call me when she's got them sorted out. I replied that I'm a bit puzzled, but I do want her to call me. Well see what all this means. I'm not holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I had good sex with Jonna. Pretty much the same dominating stuff, but I did notice that she wanted some reassurance from me since at least twice after I called her a little slut she asked me: "And you like me that way?" Of course I said yes. I hope she doesn't think I'm going to marry her. She's a really nice girl, but I'm certain now that I'm not going to go anywhere further with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've been wondering about today is a threesome. I've always kind of thought of it as something that happens by accident and you don't plan on it, but why would it be like that? Now that I have no strings attached to any girl in specific I could try to arrange something. I have a hunch that Evita might be curious, but I don't know who else I could ask. I think Jonna wants me all for herself, but I could try to probe her a bit. [Why does the word probe always remind me of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartman_Gets_an_Anal_Probe"&gt;Cartman's anal probe&lt;/a&gt;? ;)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115367620033625648?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115367620033625648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115367620033625648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115367620033625648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115367620033625648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-so-it-fades.html' title='... and so it fades.'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115333438049751622</id><published>2006-07-19T21:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:18.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A blob of light in the vast darkness</title><content type='html'>The girl from the train, I'll call her Elina, was a very pleasant date. I had planned on a short first meeting, but we ended up spending 4 hours together just talking about stuff. We had very interesting conversations about literature, music, theatre and the sort. She's not as stupid as most of the girls I seem to bump into. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an awesome ass. Small and firm, very much to my liking. Her tits are small, but that's not a biggie for me. Big tits are fun, but not mandatory. A great ass is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her panties were normal (as in not a G-string or the sort) and plain white, which is pretty dull. No, I didn't strip her clothes off, I just kept my eyes open otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed eager to see me again and I'm eager to see her too. We hugged when we parted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115333438049751622?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115333438049751622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115333438049751622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115333438049751622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115333438049751622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/blob-of-light-in-vast-darkness.html' title='A blob of light in the vast darkness'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115316283516663609</id><published>2006-07-17T21:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:18.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assfucking with Jonna, exceptional sexiness with Evita</title><content type='html'>Jonna came over Saturday. When she got in I immediately told her to get undressed. We started kissing and went over to the bed. I licked my finger wet and started fucking her with it. When I pulled out it was all bloody. Her period was suppose to start the next day, but I guess she was a bit early. Luckily there was an easy solution to the problem: ass fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hand and then told her to get down on all fours. I spread some saliva on her asshole, licked my finger wet and inserted it. I fingerfucked her ass for a while until I realized I have two punishments in store. I pulled out the anal toy I own and told her to play with it while I watch. She didn't hesitate at all. When I handed her the toy it went straight to her mouth for lubrication and after that she started sliding it in to her asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back a bit and stroked myself while I watched her slowly sink it in. It's so mind-boggingly sexy to watch a live performance like this. I don't think I could enjoy it very much at a strip club, but when a girl is really doing it just for me it is very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up to the side of the bed and told her to suck my cock, but continue with the toy at the same time. She did as she was told. So there I was on a Saturday night with my cock in a girl's mouth while the girl fucked herself in the ass with my anal toy. Ok, there are things that would be even more cool than this (such as me first fucking her in the ass and then her sucking my cock), but still it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got behind her, pulled the toy out and tossed it on the floor, lubricated her ass some more with saliva and entered her. This time I didn't do it as slowly as last time since I knew she was somewhat relaxed after toy. It went in real easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her ass for quite a while and she moaned so loud I once had to stop and make sure I'm not hurting her. Her orgasm once again sent huge spasm across her body. I deliberately didn't cum at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out and told her to spread her ass cheeks for me. This was the only unsexy event in the evening. There was some feces visible. Even though I enjoy anal sex very much I don't find shit sexy at all. Well, I just pretty much blocked it from my mind. I jerked off and came on her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we'd cleaned up I came up with another punishment for her. I gave her my digital camera and told her to return it with pictures of her. "What kind of pictures?" she asked, to which I replied: "I think you know". I'm waiting eagerly for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Evita spent the night at my place. It's been a couple of weeks since we had sex last time. It was good. No, she still hasn't learned how to suck cock, but her body is awesome. Her ass and pussy are so hot. Unbelievable. And the lingerie she wears is very sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex was pretty much the same stuff we've had before. I choked her, spanked her ass red, pulled on her hair, licked and fingered her pussy and asshole and then fucked her numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm meeting a girl I chatted up at a local train a on Sunday. She seems hot, we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115316283516663609?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115316283516663609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115316283516663609' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115316283516663609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115316283516663609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/assfucking-with-jonna-exceptional.html' title='Assfucking with Jonna, exceptional sexiness with Evita'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115297822536494000</id><published>2006-07-15T18:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:17.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to jerk off to</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very horny at the moment but I don't want to jerk off since Jonna is probably coming over later tonight. Still, I'm browsing some porn. You really shouldn't do that when feeling this horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a very hot gallery I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.porn-star.com/vica_ryder/free.html"&gt;http://www.porn-star.com/vica_ryder/free.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a very sexy photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.porn-star.com/vica_ryder/004.html"&gt;http://www.porn-star.com/vica_ryder/004.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115297822536494000?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115297822536494000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115297822536494000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115297822536494000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115297822536494000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-to-jerk-off-to.html' title='Something to jerk off to'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115297638574571529</id><published>2006-07-15T17:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:17.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate fat</title><content type='html'>It's been one hell of a week. It's a pity I've been so busy since there's a good conversation going on in the comment section of my &lt;a href="http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-girl-and-some-anal-sex-with-jonna.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; and I would've liked to dedicate more time to it, but it just wasn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sex with Laura a few days ago. It was a lot better than last time. To my suprise she had shaved her pussy. And she's always been very good at blowjobs. The sex itself was very basic, but satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a female friend of mine stayed over cause she missed her last bus. When we got to my place she stripped her clothes off leaving nothing but her panties on. She didn't say anything, but the message was clear: "Stick your cock anywhere you want". Well, I kept my cock in my boxer shorts and went to bed. Why? Because I don't fuck fat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not like really really fat, but fat enough for it to be disgusting. I like girls who keep theirselves fit. I'm fit, my girl has to be fit too. I hate fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115297638574571529?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115297638574571529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115297638574571529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115297638574571529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115297638574571529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-fat.html' title='I hate fat'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115234711243135276</id><published>2006-07-08T10:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:17.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A new girl and some anal sex with Jonna</title><content type='html'>I was out on a weekday due to certain reasons. I met a girl I hadn't seen in 15 years or so. Her tits were big in a reasonable manner and her ass looked gorgeous. I talked to her for quite a while. She had just gotten out of a long-term relationship. Eventually she spent the night at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing a skirt, I think they call it a jazz skirt. Anyway, it's not very thick and her ass felt amazing when I sneaked my hand on it. We hadn't talked about sex at all, she was just going to spend the night at my place. Yeah, right. I gave her a t-shirt she could sleep in and she undressed herself from her cigarette-smoky clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got in to bed I started to gradually run my hands around her body. She didn't mind at all. Her tits we're amazing. I'm not a titty man generally, but her tits were very sexy. She had white string undies under which I put my hand and started to finger her. She hadn't shaved. Eventually I pulled off her panties and I was suprised with the amount of hair she had. She'd probably never shaved in her life. I don't mean that there was hair all over her thighs or anything, just that there was a very thick bush. Not sexy, not sexy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very shy with me looking at her body, which is a major turn off for me. I want to look. I didn't want to lick her hairy pussy and anyway somehow the situation called for some fucking straight away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk enough to have problems getting it up. Actually I'm not sure if it was the booze or her. She didn't do anything at all, just laid there. She didn't even touch my cock with her hand. I'm not saying I've seen that many pussies, but I guess just looking at a hairy pussy isn't going to get me hard any more. Luckily her ass was very sexy, so I turned her around. I could hardly believe my ears when she said "You're crazy" as she implied that this is something wild that she's never done before. What the fuck has she been doing for the last 4 years that she's been dating? Just the missionary position for 4 years? Get real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking at her ass and jerking off a bit got me a hard on. Her ass looked perfect. Really, it was pretty much flawless. Very sexy. However you didn't want to spread her legs at all cause you'd see the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her from behind, then in the missionary, then again from behind and then in the missionary. She wasn't especially active. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we'd finished I said the dumbest thing. I've laughed at it a dozen times since. I said "I guess we have a rather different image of good sex." I don't know how that got out, it just did. Luckily, she didn't take it as bad as she could've. Though in the morning she asked me if I remembered what I had said to her and I replied with something like: "I probably said a lot of things. Which one?" She didn't go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, lousy sex but a very hot girl. Of course she'd definately need to shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got better sex from Jonna the same day. As I had promised her last time I did fuck her in the ass. It was probably the easiest anal sex experience with a new girl so far. I used a lot of saliva for lubrication, I've never used anything else. I very very slowly let my cock sink in to her asshole. If it was getting too tight I pulled back a bit and then continued again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started fucking her, but gently and not going too deep. Gradually I went deeper and deeper and started going faster. She was going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exploded at the same time. Her body convulsed like I've never seen before. I blew my load in her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out very slowly. You can really hurt a girl by pulling out of her ass too fast. Do this almost as slow as when you enter. I got her a piece of paper to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evita also called me a few days ago and asked if she could come over. Unfortunaly I didn't have the time. We'll see how sex with her feels after Jonna has been able to all the same things but better. Evita has a hotter ass and pussy though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115234711243135276?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115234711243135276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115234711243135276' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115234711243135276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115234711243135276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-girl-and-some-anal-sex-with-jonna.html' title='A new girl and some anal sex with Jonna'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115212175781516865</id><published>2006-07-05T20:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:16.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock against cheek</title><content type='html'>Jonna and I talked on the phone on Monday and agreed that we'd meet up in the city centre and then go to her place to fuck. We took a bus and it was pretty much crowded. We went to the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I started teasing her in the bus. Actually teasing is probably a bit too mild of a word to describe what went on. I pulled up her skirt and started fingering her. She wasn't wearing any panties. The little whore is acquiring rather charming habits. I got my head down there and licked her. When people got off the bus and came rather close when moving towards the door she wanted to pull her skirt back down but I stopped her and just spread her legs some more. Sadly though, I don't think anyone got a glimpse of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how I could punish her for forgetting to end that one text message with "your slut", but her behavior inspired me. From now on, whenever she's wearing a skirt in my company, she's not a allowed to wear underwear. That's handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to her place it was late and I was exhausted after a rough day. I really would've wanted to just sleep, but a promise is a promise. And I did know that it's going to be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the same stuff as before. Spanking, fingering, licking, cock sucking. I got another private show where she fingered her ass and cried out loud how she's my little slut. I whispered into her ear that next time I'm going to fuck this slut in the ass. I was way too tired to get to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fun new thing we did do. I smacked her face with my cock. You know, just held her head, grabbed the base of my cock and slammed it against her cheek. She enjoyed it. I definately did too. I wouldn't want to hit her in the face with my hand in fear of hurting her, but a penis isn't going to do any harm. Besides, from the viewpoint of a girl, what could be a sexier object to get spanked with? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked her doggy style for ages and spanked her ass the whole time so you can imagine how her cheeks glowed red when I stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I thought I'd cum on her asshole, but in the end decided not to so I wouldn't create such a mess. I blew my load in her mouth once again. She smiled delighfully with cum all over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she sent me a message which she accidentally forgot to finish with "your slut". This time it really was an accident. So I'm going to have to come up with another punishment, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One idea would be to hand her the anal toy I own and tell her to give me another private show enhanced with the toy. Or then I could make her lick my asshole. Or, as an anonymous reader suggested, I could cum on her face. Or I could make her give me a blowjob in a public place. Suggestions are always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the content of the the text message is also worth mentioning. It was rather complimentary since she told me that I've transformed her in to a nympho. She says she wasn't like that before. How I love to ruin girls this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115212175781516865?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115212175781516865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115212175781516865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115212175781516865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115212175781516865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/cock-against-cheek.html' title='Cock against cheek'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14003919.post-115194913697796434</id><published>2006-07-03T20:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:12:16.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonna, my slut</title><content type='html'>I had a rather sexually active weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I got home from a bar, very drunk, with Jonna. I treated her like the slut she is. Pretty much the same stuff as with Evita. I spanked her ass, I pulled on her hair as I fucked her, I made her suck my cock when I wanted to, I fingered her ass and I called her a slut. In the end I came on her tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually find it especially exciting to cum on various parts of the female body, but it's fun when you don't do it too often. I don't think I've ever cum on anyone's face though.. yet. Anyway, the sex was pretty great. Her cock-sucking is so much better than Evita's. Every now and then her teeth hit my cock, but I think that was mostly because she was so drunk too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday pretty much the same stuff except we were a little less drunk. We talked about sex at the bar. She told me she wants me to tie her up sometime. I asked her if she likes anal sex and she said "Yeah, it's fun" with a broad smile! Sounds great, ha? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her place. She started kissing me but I pulled her away by her hair. She tried again, but I stopped her. I hauled her on her knees, pulled out my cock and stuffed it in her mouth. Once I'd had enough for starters I told her to get naked and I throw her on the bed rather violently. I licked her both holes and tits. Everytime she tried to grab my cock or caress me in any way I spanked or choked her, until I once again stuffed my cock in her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of extra stuff on Saturday compared to Friday. I told her to spread her ass cheeks for me, which she willingly did. She also started fingering her ass without me telling her to do so. I fucked her pussy from behind while she did it. There's very few things that are more sexy than a girl fingering her ass just for your pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was fucking her I told her to repeat out loud that she's my slut and she did as instructed. I don't know where this next idea came from, but I also commanded her that from that moment forth every text message she sends my must end with "Your slut". Fun. Eventually I came in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I asked if I had treated her too roughly. She said I hadn't. That's great. I acted rather violently, but by no means did I want to hurt her really. It's all play. I'd never hit a girl for real, never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch together on Sunday. She wore a skirt and when we left I told her she's not allowed to wear underwear so she didn't. My obedient whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been exchanging some text messages today. She forgot to end one of her messages with "Your slut" so I told her I'd punish her for it. Her reply was along the lines of: "It was intentional since I want to be punished. My panties have been wet all day at work when I've been thinking about the weekend and it's all your fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, a very good weekend. I had loads of fun and so did she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how should I punish her? One thing I want to do someday is make a girl suck my cock, then cum on a plate and have her lick my cum off the plate, but that might be a little too much to start with ;) Any ideas are very welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. this is probably one of those posts that someone comments with "You are sooo sick!". No, I'm not, you're narrow-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, dear readers. From now on, if you masturbate or touch yourself while reading a post in my blog, say so in the comment box. It'd be fun to know when that happens. A nice turn on. Use of your own blogger account is encouraged, but if you don't want to then don't, anonymous is just fine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14003919-115194913697796434?l=releaving-farewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/feeds/115194913697796434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14003919&amp;postID=115194913697796434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115194913697796434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14003919/posts/default/115194913697796434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2006/07/jonna-my-slut.html' title='Jonna, my slut'/><author><name>Farewell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434112829315542385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
