Linda
Someone once said that you shouldn't apologize for not blogging enough. Seems like the right approach and one that will save everyone from a multitude of excuses. Besides, the CS again recalls an insightful comment from a gentleman who was asked why he never talks about his problems? He said "...problems? Because half the people don't care...and the other half are happy that you have them."
The CS first saw Linda in a meeting of sorts with a host of other people. Though the occasion did not involve the ability to socialize all too much, she caught my roving eye. Straight long black hair, about 5'6 or 5'7, firm, tight and with her wonderfully defined lips, my attraction was instant. With dark skin and eyes, and a "look" that was refreshing from the blonde clones usually encountered in the City, Linda was hot. Great posture and poise not only made her eye-popping body stand out, but also demonstrated confidence and a certain grace. Her walk, her talk, and her legs and ass raised some eyebrows...most certainly mine.
She was of middle eastern decent, although judging by her flawless English, she wasn't born there. Given this information, and drawing on prior experience, the CS was required to inspect two areas closely: The forearms and the small of the back. Both were pretty and silky smooth...no fuzz or a noticeable thicket. If those two areas are clear, one is generally assured of not waking up with "sasquatch" in the morning.
A few glances and stares between us appeared to be the beginning of something. But it was neither the time, place or occasion. Fortunately, I had access to her number and gave her a call a few days later. And though we didn't really know one another, we knew of each other. The conversation was light but had enough flavor to confirm the mutual interest.
An agreement to a cocktail after work was ultimately reached. The CS was very curios as to what Linda was like in the bedroom...what she liked, how she moved.
This time the CS wasn't disappointed.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Monday, January 03, 2005
New Year Haps
The New Year brings new possibilities and closes the door on old ones. Granted, the CS has not been very "blogger friendly" over the last few months.
But the CS does appreciate the comments, emails and interest over his whereabouts.
So to end the speculation, lets just briefly start off with what it aint:
1. the CS isnt dead;
2. the CS has not been caught by the SFO;
3. the CS's testicles have not fallen off, nor has a communicable disease "come-a-knockin";
4. the "pussy well" has not gone dry;
5. the CS has not mangled his digits in a combine (creative as this may be);
6. and no, the CS has not forgotten his blogger password.
A combination of several things contributed to the inactivity, not the least of which were travel and procrastination.
Tara, Illene and Shananon kept the CS busy to round out the year...And Since I don't like to leave things undone, I will post on them before going any further. Details will hopefully follow within a week or two. Yes, I hear the calls of "bullshit" already. But give your local philanderer a break...the CS would rather post details as he remember them, not mere snippets.
The New Year brings new possibilities and closes the door on old ones. Granted, the CS has not been very "blogger friendly" over the last few months.
But the CS does appreciate the comments, emails and interest over his whereabouts.
So to end the speculation, lets just briefly start off with what it aint:
1. the CS isnt dead;
2. the CS has not been caught by the SFO;
3. the CS's testicles have not fallen off, nor has a communicable disease "come-a-knockin";
4. the "pussy well" has not gone dry;
5. the CS has not mangled his digits in a combine (creative as this may be);
6. and no, the CS has not forgotten his blogger password.
A combination of several things contributed to the inactivity, not the least of which were travel and procrastination.
Tara, Illene and Shananon kept the CS busy to round out the year...And Since I don't like to leave things undone, I will post on them before going any further. Details will hopefully follow within a week or two. Yes, I hear the calls of "bullshit" already. But give your local philanderer a break...the CS would rather post details as he remember them, not mere snippets.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
New Year Haps
So aside from the CS's recent blogging inactivity, matters have otherwise been eventful. Tara came and went, Ilene popped into the picture, and Irma is promissing potential, but not quite done deal yet.
Tara was a convenient and attractive hook-up that was just fine...until right after the deed. The after work soiree, led to a lunch or two, a drink here and there and eventually that just ended up right in a hotel room. With a boyfriend whom she is othewrise committed to (yet one that will not provide her a rock) Tara seemed primed for a distracion. After a few encounters, there was no question as to what either of us wanted. No issues, no-hangups, no baggage.
A nice hotel room, some tequila and us. Plain, simple but quite hot. With light brown skin, black eyes, and an ass that smiles at you as she walkson by, Tara makes the little "cs" salute each time i see her.
So aside from the CS's recent blogging inactivity, matters have otherwise been eventful. Tara came and went, Ilene popped into the picture, and Irma is promissing potential, but not quite done deal yet.
Tara was a convenient and attractive hook-up that was just fine...until right after the deed. The after work soiree, led to a lunch or two, a drink here and there and eventually that just ended up right in a hotel room. With a boyfriend whom she is othewrise committed to (yet one that will not provide her a rock) Tara seemed primed for a distracion. After a few encounters, there was no question as to what either of us wanted. No issues, no-hangups, no baggage.
A nice hotel room, some tequila and us. Plain, simple but quite hot. With light brown skin, black eyes, and an ass that smiles at you as she walkson by, Tara makes the little "cs" salute each time i see her.
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