Have you ever let someone cum on your stomach?

Last night:
After work I joined my friend Ellie for some pre-night time cocktails at the Redwood. We went over our various story’s of debauchery from the weekend. I usually pride myself on my juicy stories, but she told me one that literally made me fall off of my chair.

Ellie has been seeing a new guy for a little bit. He’s getting his masters degree in pornography, which she said was kinda weird but turns her on. They are still very much in the “hot sex” period of their relationship. She was blowing him one afternoon and right before he came, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his load all over her stomach. After the sesh, she realized that she was late to meet up with a girlfriend to go to some party. She got out of bed, quickly wiped her stomach off, got her cloths on, and got into her car. On her way, Ellie could feel the dried cum all over her stomach but she had no time to shower and change. As a side note, I think that Ellie is the only girl who never has to put herself together. She is that gorgeous. She could be covered in dirt and still look like a fox.

Cut too three hours later, she meets a new dude at the event. They had some drinks and some flirtatious chit chat. He was handsome and relatively charming. He asked if she wanted to go back to his hotel room for some more drinks. She thought about it for a quick second and then said yes. She wasn’t totally sold on this new guy but she was at least was down to have a drink and see if the mood would strike her to have a double dip*

Double Dip: Roxy speak for fucking and or sucking two dudes in one day. A Hat Trick would be three in one day.

They went back to his hotel and had some more drinks. Obviously he started trying to get in her pants. At that point she had decided that she didn’t want to get with the dude both because she felt bad about cheating on the other guy (even though the weren’t really together) and also because this new guy turned out to be a royal Douche. She told me about how he kept dropping names of all the people he knew. About how Diddy had flown him out to LA to hang out and this and that.

So they are sitting on the couch and he starts to try to make out with her. She pushed him off and told him that she didn’t want to sleep with him or get with him. This went on for a bit. They would sit and talk, then he would try to make a move. She would refuse, and then the same thing would happen two minuets later. In his final attempt to get with her he started kissing her neck. She squirmed. He then quickly lifted up her shirt and started to lick her stomach, which as you may remember was covered in a layer of dried man juice from earlier! As he licked he looked up at her with sexy eyes, at which point she burst out laughing. She got up, grabbed her bag and got the fuck outa there.

That’s when i laughed so hard that I fell of my bar stool. I think that it’s fitting that this guy, who wouldn’t take no for an answer, ended up with a mouth full of some other dudes spunk. That’s Karma for ya lol!

I raise my glass to my girl Ellie! Keeping scum-bags honest for the rest of us.

Bitch wall, a new term i just made up.

Before I recap my night last night, i would like to coin a term.

Bitch Wall: A state of defense when being hit on. It’s like a deflector shield with bitchiness. Also known as a “Cunt Wall“, or “Cock Deflector“.

I think I’m going to put that up on wikipedia.

So last night i was out at The Bar in Hollywood. It’s a spot I usually go to on Mondays (my friend David does the night), but one of my girls wanted to get drinks and talk about her boy trouble. She went on about this dude that she was seeing and about how she couldn’t deal with their status as “causally dating”. We’ve all been there. You start seeing someone and then all of a sudden you find yourself wanting to be with that person all the time. It’s a fine line between “fucking” and “feeling”. Often, the transition happens without one knowing it. It’s funny how we often know when something is wrong, like she knew that they should probably stop seeing one another. But the heart can actually override logic. I think that’s why romance can never actually be dead, even though there is a shortage in the LA area.

Usually I would tell someone to go with their heart and just go for it. But I know the dude she is seeing. I’m not sure that I would give that advice in this case. Nice guy but he’s a bit of a, ya know. Well, he’s a bit like me. He likes lots of flavors of ice cream.

The night turned out to be a classic case of me going with the intention of having one glass of wine, but of course it turned into five. I went up to the bar to grab a round of drinks and this dude started talking to me. He seemed nice enough, so I didn’t put up my bitch wall. We got to talking and he told me that he does music and was looking for a girl to sing on some of the stuff he was working on. In LA, you meet lots of people like that, who talk about how they make movies or music. But something about this guy made me feel comfortable. He joined us at our table and he told me about his bands and the people he produces. He seemed pretty legit. I was definitly feeling him in a sexual way. The thought of taking him back to my house for an oral party had crossed my mind, but I decided to put those feelings on hold because I don’t want to fuck up the opportunity to work with him. I can always fuck him later if the music doesn’t work out. So I’m supposed to go to his studio next week to listen, and possibly sing on some stuff. I’m going to bring my boy Jason with me so that there is no funny stuff lol.

I’ll let you all know how it goes next week!!!!

Ok, that’s my little story from last night. They can’t all be dirty 😉 I’ll post some dirty pictures later to give you all your fill. xo–Roxy

It hurts so good, the aftermath.

Drank too much! When i left the store last night, I knew I was looking for some trouble. Los Angeles is a town that is big, yet small. Yes, if you hang out at the same places all the time that you see the same people. Like when i go to the Bar on Monday nights. I love going, but I can always count on there being between 1-4 guys there that I have hooked up with. My friend Danny said it best when he said “It’s not a party unless you walk in the door and realize that you have slept with at least three people in the room”. I think there is a lot of truth to that statement.

Anyway, last night i decided to not go to the places i always go. I settled on a small bar in Korea town with dim light and a good jukebox. I met a nice boy there. He bought me drinks and fed me all kinds of lines, all of which i knew were with the sole purpose of getting me to go home with him. His attempts failed, but i did respect his persistence. From there i biked over to my friend Lilly’s place. We smoked a Joint and she showed me her new tattoo. We then proceeded to split a bottle of Petron Silver and told each-other our most embarrassing sexual experiences.

At around 3am, i realized that it was turning into one of those nights where you feel it for the next two days. But as usual, once you realize that fact, it’s already too late. So we continued drinking and making out till sunrise. I passed out in her bed and i vaguely remember her getting ready for work. I woke up at 11am and scrambled out of there since I had to be at the store by noon. So here I am. A hot mess. But I sold that red vintage dress that had been here for over a year! I rule. Actually. This picture rules! I want a Tequila gun.