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I swear. True story.What A Guy (Part 5)
Posted on July 11, 2009[This is the last of the bullshit from our buddy, GatorBoy, thankfully. Continued from “What A Guy (Part 4).”]
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I have to agree with you, a first I do believe, that this will be the last communication.
You’re something else, not sure what yet, but when shown mistakes or contradictions you like most everyone else come back spewing some other retrirate claiming you are baffled by the other person’s words..
I reread what I last wrote you, while sitting in a lounge chair after watching a movie outside under the beautiful stars at the resort (a first for me, being naked anyways), as usual I made a couple of typos and a missing word here & there while either thinking too fast for my fingers, or a hot naked lady walked by.
I covered each of the points in your two emails and yet you seem like I was just randomly writing anything that came to mind.
I am glad you finally self admitted being a whore and one that would not USE someone. Believe you me, the offered trip would have not been planned until we truly talked and had gotten to know one another, which I offered from the first email, but you rather try to “know me” via this game of back & forth emails, trying to prove to one another that we each had faults. We are human, so of course we have them but I for some reason see someone interesting inside of you. I enjoy a women that is self assured and willing to go toe to toe in discussions and stimulate my largest organ- my brainYou take care and try to go easy on the next chumps that may mispell “woman” or another pet pieve of yours, attorneys vs attorney’s.
Mike aka Wag aka GatorBoy
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From: “S M” <shazamsf@sbcglobal.net>
To: [Mike]
Sent: 6/29/2009 3:45 PM
Subject: NO, THIS is the last.
Remember that part about me not being overtly mean? Yeah, that’s over. You do not get the last word.
You, sir, are simply not intelligent. “Retrirate” is not a word in the English language. You once again wrote “a women.” I don’t give a shit about you being naked at a resort, or otherwise.
As a m
atter of fact, the thought of you naked repulses me. The reason I would have to be paid to spend any time with you is because you are GROSS. You call yourself GatorBoy, which is beyond lame. Your facial hair is some sort of sad attempt to deny the fact that your face and neck are now one. Your gut appears to be harboring a fetus.
And no, you did not address anything point by point. You don’t communicate via the written word well, at all. There is no such thing as self admitting. One can admit to one’s self, or be a self-admitted ______, but self admitting is IMPROPER GRAMMAR.
I did not address your grammatical fuck-ups or typos or “dyslexia” in my last communication because I had resigned myself to the fact that you are simply ignorant and lazy. And you are.
As for admitting I am a whore, if you don’t think you are as well, you’re fooling yourself. Everyone is a whore, some of us more than others. You whore out the fact that you live in a sunny place and you’re willing to pay others’ way to that sunny place. You think about how many women would go to see you if you didn’t pay their way.
Writing emails is not a game, it is a form of communication that highlights certain abilities, and disabilities. I’m a grammar Nazi, you are dumb and delusional. I can only imagine that any phone conversation would further reveal your inability to master the English language, and the fact that you really think being a Playboy Radio “superfan” is something about which anyone but you gives two shits.
You even misspell “misspell.” “Attorneys” is the plural of “attorney;” “attorney’s” is possessive, as in, “This attorney’s brain hurts from trying to decipher the ramblings of a Florida hick who harbors delusions that I would EVER fuck him without SIGNIFICANT incentive.”
Finally, it is “It’s nice to say hello,” since “it’s” in that phrase is a contraction for “it is.”
Go away.
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Always like a WOMAN, must try and get the last word. In fact you probably are a non stop talker that men just tune you when they are with you. You must be a lot of fun to be with. Did they all go running out the door screaming “this WOMAN can not shut up and carries a red sharpie to correct anyone around her?”Another wonderful attribute that is just as lame is the spewing hatred as well. Such a class act. Can’t you do better than body references cut downs. Did you do that when you were losing cases (if you have ever had any). “Judge and Jury, my final point is that he is a big fat tub of lard, so he must be guilty.”It shows a true lack of being able to really argue. You say you are/were a lawyer, but you must have been disbarred because you are on Twitter non stop begging for cock and pussy. Are you an ambulance chasing, police scanner listening, hospital ER waiting room lawyer who rushes to the scene of an accident to pass out their cards to scrape whatever business you can get? Disbarred probably from putting the judge, jury and courtroom to sleep due to your rambling on. Go peddled that pussy and ass that you have to write about each night about wanting to get fucked, out on the corner like other whores if you are not doing it already. You must need the compensation pretty bad. The way you pimp out the fact publicly on Twitter is another classy act and done so because you must not be able to get any real cock. A blantant futile last ditch effort to get action. Using Craiglist to solicit for cocks must be another thing you are so proud of. The guys come over fall asleep on you or try and sneak out the shack you live in.Take care.
Mike.
PS- I have put you on my ignore list here on Yahoo as well and blocking you on Twitter.
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Our buddy WAG seems to follow and @ respond to only women who are far out of his league. Strange, huh?
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Bonus recent tweet from @[Mike] to one of the many porn chicks he follows. Gotta love his command of the English language, and his awareness that he inspires nausea.
[Mike]: I just notices you and Twitter. Welcome, only 8000+ twits to catch up :) I liked meeting U all. Hope U didnt get sick seeing me
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I swear. True (sad) story.
12/31/89: A Diary Entry
Posted on July 08, 20097:04 pm
On a plane again. Looking out at the pretty blue lights. Wish I could fly into [the tiny airport of the shit town I lived while in high school] to make things easier. I could walk home. I want to call Amy’s tonight because New Year’s Eve is n time to be alone. But will they be home and will they want to talk to me. Now Dad wants me to bring other friends home. The man is never satisfied. I want to move out now. But I’ll just have to be patient until I graduate and get someone to move with me. Today is the last day to write 1989. It will, in 5 hours, be 1990. Wow. Graduation, moving out, hopefully, kicking shit around for a while to see what the hell I’m gonna do with my life. I’m not just living for today, I am thinking fo the future. I just need companionship and then I’ll be happy. I want my drink now so I can eat my little sandwich that has hot mustard in it. I think I’m going to die. The plane is going to crash, I just know it. I’m too inexperienced to die. then my diary would be read, my parents would know about my private life and no one would bury me correctly. I Suzanne Elizabeth White, being of sound mind and body (well, close enough to sound) do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament. (Do I have to have a lawyer?) [Not in California.] I have no worldly possessions save my clothes ([Step-Sister] can have them, what she doesn’t want goes to any friends who do.), my tapes, ([Step-Sister] can have the ones she wants the rest to friends–by friend I mean anyone who has actually been to my house and I speak to regularly–Mary, Kristen, Erica, Amy, Juree–not Jill, Heather, Krystal, or any other simple acquaintances.) my stereo is on its last leg anyway so I don’t care who gets that, my Rocky Horror Picture Show poster goes to Kristen (she was with me when I got it and took me my 1st time in Sac., 2nd time altogether). I want anything else to go to charity and if anyone fights over anything or two people want one thing, it goes to a thrift shop to be sold to someone with whom I have absolutely no acquaintance. I would like to be buried in a pine box in a field somewhere. Plywood would be alright also. I do not want an expensive coffin–I won’t be able to enjoy it, I’ll be dead–and I don’t want a plot at a cemetery–that’s dumb to waste space like that. I want no funeral or burial service because there is no point in wasting live people’s time or money. I don’t want my body dressed up fancy–what I have on’ll do quite nicely. Above all, no money should be spent on a dead body. I want my parents to know that I did appreciate them even if they didn’t like the way I showed my appreciation. I just had to be myself to try to find out what was going on inside me. DJ should know I love her an haven’t lost all respect for her. Her guidance was good. I don’t want anyone to miss me. Know that I always did what I wanted to do and did not let others pull me down. I’m dead, gone, happy that I won’t have to worry about my future or have others worry about me. Be mellow, let things happen because there is a reason for everything–there will always be a satisfactory ending.
Just love me please. [signed--Suzanne White] 12/31/89, 8:00 pm
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That is a valid will under California law. I should probably do another considering that Rocky Horror Picture Show poster has perished, I now have only a few cassette tapes for nostalgic purposes, the only people who were named in the will whom I still know are family and Erica, and that despite my wishes, burying me would cost someone(s) a lot of money
What A Guy (Part 4)
Posted on July 08, 2009So my compensation to you is a RT flight from SF to Tampa/Orlando, for however long you can get away, A chance to experience the things you want to while here at my expense, your food, ground transportation and your place to stay whether my home or posssibly at a hotel nearby out excursions.
Yes I am a stranger, but I also can forward you addresses of some close friends that have been here and went home happy. I don’t think I have one to say any different.
As far as age, please in this day and age, #s are just numbers. 40s are the 30s, 30s are the 20s. and whatever.
At least before you slam the door, lock the 3-4 deadbolts, take the chance to put a voice and personalty to what you occasionally get a Twit sent and arrange a nice chat, hell we could turn on the webcam as well.
I think I covered your points. It is a shame that you want to put the kabosh on it. But that is life. Being a Taurus, I will try my hardest to show you good things from this, but I also will not repeatly email this back and forth. Games are so much a fucking waste of time.
Mike
PS: I am considered family or a superfan on Playboy for the interaction I have on the radio shows, and just last month I did an hour segment on air in the LA studios. The next night I went to a charitable event for wounded veterans of the current wars for Armed Forces Day. It was a really nice night, and you being into women, you may have needed a Red Lobster bib while there. I added another 150 photos to my amateur collection which I may consider as a 2nd career.
Just this last past Friday morning, I was on Sirius/XM Howard 101 with the Tampa midday host Bubba the Love Sponge for 2 hours.
But I’m am really just a guy who has a real life friendships with the hosts of Nightcalls and Private Calls. I have even fed stories to both Playboy and Howard Stern that I have come across and felt he they be interested in.
To: [Mike]
Sent: 6/29/2009 12:49 AM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
As you were probably upset when you wrote your email it is all over the map and a lot of it is pretty unclear to me. I have no interest in having you illuminate anything, so I’ll only address what I believe I can accurately assess.
I do not toy with people or play games. I am honest. I have been trying to be so with you without being overtly mean. If you think insisting upon proper communication when communicating is expressing my superiority or beating people down, then so be it. I know I don’t have a gun to your head or that of anyone else. Don’t like what I have to say? Simple solution is not to seek out what I’m saying.
I should put a disclaimer on my blog indicating that others should know how to use the English language properly? Uh, that doesn’t even begin to make any sense. Thank you for the suggestion, I’ll not be taking it.
I do find it odd that you are still extending an invitation to me to go to Florida. If I took you up on the offer, it would not be to spend time with you, but to get to Florida for free and visit friends who live there. THAT, I believe, would truly make me the worst kind of whore, and though we’re not friends I am not willing to use you just because I can.
12/30/89, 9:18pm: A Diary Entry
Posted on July 08, 2009Then we did some more making out and she started saying stuff like, “I want to see you naked, you would look so good naked,” and then she said something that implied she wanted to eat me out. And I’m sure I would have let her but I was still bleeding. And all this time we weren’t just screwing around, we were also talking about how we felt about each other and what the hell Erica was going to do about Juree–still loving her and all. Christmas we went to Chris’s sister’s house. Just being in a room with Erica makes me hot an I can’t stand having to hide it from everyone. The day after Christmas were were at Chris’s and stayed in bed until 4pm. We did it again but I told her to be gentle and that I might bleed. She said she didn’t care. The night before we had gone into the kitchen to get something to eat and were screwing around for a while w/one of us sitting on the counter. Then the lights went out (we did it, not nature) and were were on the kitchen floor. Erica is so proud of herself that she can completely control her mind and body and can stop in the middle of sex at any time. So she was biting my neck and that sort of hurts but also feels good at he same time so I was moaning/squeaking/breathing heavy which gets Erica off to know that she can get me that excited. Then she stopped and told me I was lucky she stopped herself because she was close to being out of control. And then she started again, only lower so marks couldn’t be seen by anyone who didn’t see me with my shirt off. And she was sucking so hard for so long I had to finally stop her. She freaked out because she had gotten out of control and hurt me. But I told her it was alright. An that’s when she wanted to know how I felt about her. But I honestly have no idea except for physical need-want-lust. What bothered me the most though was no matter what she couldn’t stop thinking about Juree. After we had sex, right after, she talked about Jeree and how far she got her hand up her. I was trying to be understanding but by Monday I told her I wanted her talking about me. But still, I’m just too nice, I give so much. I told her I wanted to take care of her. She told me she could feel herself falling in love with me. So I asked her what would she do if I loved her. Who knows, I might. I asked if there was anything I could do to make her come to me rather than beg Juree to have her back. She said no. At that moment I would have done anything. But now the time is lost. She left Tuesday night saying she’d miss me. And perhaps she has. But she still has Amy and could get Juree and I have no one but myself, once again, to rely upon. Things will never be like they were here, Christmas Vacation 1989 in Los Angeles, California. The time, feeling, freedom, is all lost. If Juree rejects her, Erica will come to me and I know I should say no, for her to be by herself for a while, but I’ll probably give in. Because I’m weak, subservient. Juree either was or is down here and she was supposed to call me but she didn’t. Erica said I would do the same to Juree that I did to her. I most likely would have. But she didn’t call, maybe all for the better. Things happen the way they do to reach a certain good place. Erica called Juree when she was down here and Juree said that she and Amy had ha sex. Erica was pissed but I think she had no right to be. Erica was buying presents for Juree an not for anyone else basically. I can understand, Juree being her first love an all, me being a useless fling. My position in life. But she did make me feel good about myself. Telling me I’m beautiful, not fat, a good person, and she liked the way I walked. She made me feel lovable. Who knows how things will be when I get back. I still want to have an honest talk amongst the four of us. But the four of us have never been alone together and I would have to set up the meeting w/o the others knowing about it because they wouldn’t agree to it. The bruise from Erica’s incessant sucking is still apparent 5 days later. Pain is pleasure–scratching, biting, pounding. No handcuffs–shit. More sexual exploration later. She knows where the ol’ clitoris is (she should, she has one) and made my legs twitch. I said I only had sex w/a guy once but I wonder if she thought I meant all sex. I just meant coitus. Not finger and mouth–let’s count–4 different people finger an one mouth. I’m quite the experienced little ho-bag (5 now), maybe I am a tease. No, ’cause I’ve only said no to coitus twice and that’s all I’ve refused. Not twice, three times–Jason Bornstein, Robbie, and Mike. No one else has wanted to with me. Except suddenly I’m popular with the girls. What about guys, don’t they have eyes? Erica said everyone at [our high school] save four people thinks I’m sexy. Curtis, Eric Fodge, Justin Fisher, and someone else. Boy, I wish these people who think I’m so sexy would act upon it. She said that I’m very sexy. If I remember correctly, she said this right after she had made me writhe all over the bed in ecstasy. Maybe I am sexy, yay! I told her I don’t fake things and I never act. She asked if I would fake an orgasm for her and I said nope. But mostly because I wouldn’t know how. I don’t even know if I had one or not. Is the leg twitching orgasm? Who knows. I wish I knew how things were going to be when I get back. I guess I can wait though. We’re going back to Melrose tomorrow for me to spend the rest of my money. Tomorrow night I’m leaving again for home. My mother suggested I move down here and live with DJ. We would be great roommates. I have no idea at all what I’m doing New Year’s Eve. I’m getting home and then what? Call Amy’s house to talk to either or both Amy and/or Erica. Try to get the four of us together but Juree’s 21 and will want to go to some drinking party. I just don’t know what to do. What if everyone hates me? What if Juree hates me for sleeping with Erica and Amy hates me for sleeping with Erica and Erica hates me for sleeping with Erica? Oh God what to do? Just wait be patient
some nights
some nights we regress
feel a snarl grow deep in our gut
prowl dark alleys for easy prey
clench teeth and bite lips to blood
we regress
to primeval roots
to a driving lust
to a frothing anger
even the animals around us
fear us
some nights
By Real Faucher
from: Notebook/Cuaderno: A Literary Journal, Volume 5, Number 2, 1989.
What A Guy (Part 3)
Posted on July 07, 2009[Get caught up: Part 2.]
[Mike] @ShazamSF are we conversing anymore? Thanks for letting me know email went through, but I am befuddled
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To: [Mike]
Sent: Saturday, June 27, 2009 10:52:48 PM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
To: [Mike]
Sent: Saturday, June 27, 2009 10:55:48 PM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
To: [Mike]
Sent: Saturday, June 27, 2009 10:56:23 PM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
Wow, screeching to a Halt! I feel like I was led into an ambush and set up to fail miserably. I am sorry I misread your lead. All I did was offer up a fantasy/real scenario that seem to be welcomed when asking me to be blunt or not. I usually do not get so elaborate, but I have been reading your blogs and your twitters for a while now and Suzanne, you really put it out there, and in stories you DO meet up and place ads for “strangers” to come over and you fantasize while walking with them or while walking the dog. I am sure, you are saying to yourself, lets watch how fast Mike will back peddle his self out of this now that I called him on it. I seem to be in a dammed if I do or a damned if I don’t situation. We are adults, both sexually assured of ourselves, and I am not going to play mind games with you that I won’t win because I do not know your “rules”. Did I think tomorrow I would be booking you on a trip here? NO! If you recall in email #1, I offered my phone number to a complete STRANGER, and to quote, “I’d be more than happy to call you and discuss and get to know each other to see if there is more to us than just a twitter friendship.” “I will leave you my number and look forward to hearing from you and your ideas and obtaining your number so I can call.”I feel from email one I have been open and honest. I will agree the Scenario I wrote about is just a fantasy/scenario I worked up for you to go along with what I have read from you in the past. I could quote many a twit or even a blog or two, but I know you’d recall what you write more than I can. To quote again “I certainly enjoy a WOMAN who is open and honest with her sexual awareness and her wants and needs. I hate fucking games back and forth and being coy and tentative so as not to accidentally offend.These few emails seem to be some sort of test, and hey I have been out of school for many years having graduating college and I don’t enjoy nor want totake any more. Tonight has sure been one for the annals of the phsycology of people.Not just you, but a long time friend as well. I’m pretty tired of trying to get a read onpeople. I felt after 26 years in business and hiring and firing and training and working with,I had some grasp on it, but I am about to just say fuck it, I won’t even put out an effort.I do have a something I refer to as a typing dyslexia of sorts because I have not heard another term for it. I get in a groove and can write and write and been told I should consider writing a novel. There are some words I type that I routinely will mix up the order of the letters or put a space in the middle of a word when of course I realize it is not correct. If I don’t bother to proof read over and over, they would be all over an email or a story. Why you would doubt me on this is beyond me, but I have tried to take my time since it really seems to be a big deal to you. I personally would not even let it be an issue, why add more crap to your life.I leave this ball in your court and do whatever you wish. I thought you would be a fascinating and never boring lady that I would enjoy spending time with, and I still do, but like I said, if this is what you enjoy, the back and forth crap, then go ahead and enjoy yourself, I will sit around and catch it from the sideline.Your 3 emails were not in my email box, prior to me leaving for a couple of hours and thus was the reason I asked you about it. Plus when you sent me the one email earlier showing me you did receive my phone email, you did not go into any discusiion of what you thought. Maybe I should have put my seatbelt on for it.
With interest (call me crazy and intrigued)
Mike
PS: in reading tonight’s diary,
6/27/2009
12/17/89: A Diary Entry (Part 1)
I did catch a few typo’s but I still enjoyed the story.
I will “assume”, you are “transcribing” your actual diary, mispellings and all.
To Quote you “I would welcome anyone telling me I’ve fucked something up in my blog”
Maybe I’m just being sentimental but these three *peple
more as a *unti–the three of them
I hope Amy can’t *stope
Erica told me she was *got but I
And her body’s got a good *shame–
Flat, smooth, white, *hairlss
Lisa has big boobs but you’d be afraid of *mothering.
I hope this makes up for my mispelling of WOMAN.
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[Mike] @ShazamSf Hi, hope U R having a great day. Its a perfect Florida day & being here @ the Nudist resort, felt so good on the body. take care
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To: [Mike]
Sent: Saturday, June 28, 2009 6:37:48 PM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
And thank you for the corrections!
12/30/89, 3:19pm: A Diary Entry
Posted on July 06, 2009I’m watching a fairly lame movie called Tattoo. Before this I watched Hellraiser. That was good. It had hellish modern primitives. This tattoo movie has a guy who kidnapped this chick and tattooed her whole body with flowers and birds and crap. Then they were having sex, she grabbed the needle an killed him. It made no sense 
and gave me no tattoo ideas. I want an Egyptian eye on my ankle and Rocky Horror lips on my butt but up high towards my hip. I’m not sure if I want it to say “Rocky Horror Picture Show” in the bloody letters below it or not. But I also like the Fright Night II poster–I’ll have to get it–it’s all white with really neat eyes and a mouth with red lips and fangs. That would look really cool on my upper buttock. I’m getting really worried about the lumps on the left side of my neck under my skin. No one will take me to the doctor for anything like the lumps or my irregular periods or my bad cold so now I’m getting worried. What if I’m dying? What if I have cancer? I don’t want to die. I want to live. I’m young. I have a lot to do before I go. I still have to have an orgasm, enjoy sex with a man, enjoy it more than I have this far a woman, travel all over the world–see China, Japan, Egypt, England, France everything.
Anyway, back to Erica. Saturday we went to Melrose. While people watching saw some chick with short, bleach-blonde hair an I told Erica to look and she almost delivered a baby then and there. She was having a hernia saying she should have followed her. I told her to do it. (I always tell people to do what they want to on a whim because I think that’s what’s good for them even if I don’t want them to do it myself.) So she actually followed her. And was gone for quite a while. I began to imagine they had gone off and had sex somewhere. Then I started thinking about AIDS. Then a guy came up to me with a bunch of jewelry and sold me an anklet. Then Erica came back and told me what happened. The chick asked if she was following her and then told that she was cute but too young. So Erica gave up. She had a perfect opportunity and she gave up. But I’m sort of glad she did. So Saturday night we got into a cute water bottle squirting fight.
What A Guy (Part 2)
Posted on July 05, 2009[Continued from "What A Guy (Part 1)."]
From: S M <shazamsf@sbcglobal.net>
To: [Mike]
Sent: Friday, June 26, 2009 12:21:34 AM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
I would welcome anyone telling me I’ve fucked something up in my blog or my SF Sex and Relationships Examiner articles.
I’m not sure what you would expect from me if you fly me to Florida. Please be as explicit (or not) as possible, and I will be the same with you.
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Suzanne,
Nice to hear back from you. Everyday I read your twits and enjoy your “out there” attitude about what is on your mind and what you crave. I take you for being honest to what you put out there and not just spouting things for effect and attention. It is one of the things I enjoy about your twitter. As far as what I expect, well that can be a two edge sword with some women (used correctly ;) ). I think “You can handle the truth” so I will not pull punches. I want a friend to come visit and get her dreams and fantasies fulfilled. I have a number of connections to make even the most decadent fantasies come true.
I once had a marred lady friend from Canada come for a visit with hubbies permission as usual and we went to the swingers club I am a member of and with no plans, we ended up fulfilling her dream of being the center of a 13 man (safe sex) gang bang with me photographing it for her and I being #13 as she was DP’d. One friend arrived as we were preparing to leave the club for airport, and in the van, got to fist fuck her and cum all over her huge tits. She went right to the airplane with dried cum on her and did not realize it until she reached Atlanta. She got home to tell her husband all about it, and of course he had seen the 300+ photos I took prior, and they had a night of sex to remember.
For your trip, I would ask when we talked about some of those lingering fantasies you have yet to live out. I for one have a few and would love to find an open minded sex partner to fulfill them with. Upon your arrival in Tampa or Orlando airport, I expect you to be dressed as slutty as you can be, with no panties/bra on and picking you up and asking if you had done as I requested on your flight here. M request would be to make a sexual advance to your row partner and regardless of man or woman, to engage in mutual masturbation and getting them off, but not allowing yourself to cum, because you did not have my permission to get off without me being present. You will allow them to fondle you under your skirt and play with your tits while you finger fuck a woman or jerk a guy off to completion.
Upon arrival, I will pick you up and take you to a local area bar/restaurant to get a meal and also take advantage of the sexy mini skirt you have on, and tell you to let it ride up and sit yourself to allow others to peak at your legs and gander on your now wet cunt. I will occasionally finger your dripping pussy and lick my fingers quite blatantly and offer my fingers to you as well. During dinner we will go to the restroom and go into a stall where I will have you blow me and then bend over the toilet and tell me to fuck your dripping wet pussy so hard as you have been dying for it all day. I make you grip my cock from between your open legs and put my cock at the entrance to your cunt, and tell me to fuck you hard and in one stroke I bury it balls deep.
We will continue to fuck, regardless of anyone who enters, making you bite your lip to keep from screaming out from my complete strokes into your dripping cockpit. You will cum quickly and as you begin to relish in the waves of pleasures, I pull out my hard cock and begin to explore your tight asshole. I tell you to spread your ass cheeks wide open and I enter that tight ass, and stroke deep and hard and I will
explode and leave my cum deposit deep in your asshole. We then return to our table and I make you keep your legs spread as I like seeing the pool of cum leaking out of your ass onto your chair.
We will then leave the restaurant, and on the drive to the hotel at the nudist resort, I make you lean over and lick off your cunt and ass juice from my cock the entire ride home. Leaning over, I pull up your mini skirt and leave your ass exposed to any vehicle that may pull up alongside of us on the expressway. When I notice someone looking in, I tell you to reach between your legs and spread your pussy open and finger your cunt for their enjoyment.
Suzanne,that will begin your adventure to see me here in Florida and that is only the first few hours. The trip I hope will be something to quench unfulfilled desires so when you return home, it keeps you yearning for how soon you can return to Florida and get nasty with me and others.
Here to your ass being on the next available plane from SF to Tampa/Orlando. My treat of course.
Mike
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From: “S M” <shazamsf@sbcglobal.net>
To: [Mike]
Sent: 6/27/2009 2:54 AM
Subject: Re: Its nice to say hello
Should I make the trip I would need to be compensated for my time.
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Suzanne, time compensation? Are you really broaching that area? Seriously? What happen to two people who get to know one another and begin a fulfilling friendship and enjoy the company of one another without there having a fucking $ figure added to it. I was offering you a very nice getaway with a similar person and offered to fly and take you to a nice resort and have a nice experience that who knows, could possibly lead to more of such adventures. Being blunt, like you enjoy, I am not about hiring escorts. There are amazing ones close by. I do however enjoy knowing them and other sexually aware women because they are not afraid to say they love sex and I do not have to be someone else around them. I have been a BF to an escort (I harbor no jealously) and I appreciate what they offer, especially when they make the choice to be all that they can be to make the other feel great.It is disapointing that from all of which you write on Twitter and in your rimjob blogs, this is the first I have heard of you also requiring compensation. I too could be a male gigolo and in fact with my previous GF, was in the opportunity to assist as one.I am a realist and a man who enjoys dating and treating someone to a nice time. I have even had a 2 year LD relationship with a woman in Texas, who still is a friend though we broke up. I could not be the man she wanted, and I was truthful to her and let her know. She is now married and had a child as well. That was not in my deck of cards at that time.
Your stance in this rendezvous, is a date breaker to me. I was willing to pay your expenses to come and while here, but additional time payment is not on the table. Sorry.
I hope you give some thought, and if this is a prerequisite to us enjoying one another company, that at least we will still tweet. I am not sure if you follow me or not, but I have a feeling you don’t and maybe you will add me and get to know me and enjoy me in a different realm that you currently have.
Pardon me if there are errors, as I am using my phone to type this email. I will reread and hope to catch any T9 predictive corrections.
Mike
PS: As always, I hope you appreciate my upfront and honest replies. I am not even sure what you thought of my previous “explicit” events. They were not fantasies but realistic ideas of just a part of what I enjoy in life and sex.
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[Mike then continued to @ tweet to me regarding what I wanted to do when I was in Florida, asking what kind of alcohol I like, that he was enjoying himself at the nudist resort (though inexplicably he'd always capitalize the "n" in nudist.)]
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ShazamSF: Just because I want to fuck doesn’t mean I want to fuck YOU.
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@[Mike]: @shazamsf, wow that was pretty well put out there :) Ducking and hoping it was not for me :)
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[Mike @ tweeted some more asking if I'd received his email. So fucking annoying.]
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[I emailed that I had received his email. At the time I was not planning to respond at all.]
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