<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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>2026-03-31T22:34:59.964+03:00</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?alt=atom'/><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?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><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='https://img1.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>25</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&#39;s been. I hate that I haven&#39;t been able to write more often, but I&#39;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&#39;s my way to clear my head and to record some adventures. If you like it, that&#39;s a plus, but that&#39;s not the ultimate goal. I&#39;m not here to please you, I&#39;m here to please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough disclaimer. Let&#39;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=&quot;http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/05/bullets-of-previous-few-weeks.html&quot;&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&#39;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&#39;t let her touch me at all. And then I left the party and went home. I&#39;m so happy I managed to do that. I was so drunk that anything could&#39;ve happened. And I seriously don&#39;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&#39;t know anything. I was so drunk that it&#39;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&#39;m not going to fuck her. She wasn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s a hot piece of ass willing to act out my sexual perversions with me. So far, I haven&#39;t found the limit with her and that&#39;s impressive. Too bad she&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s how I tied her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not sure if I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;m hoping that at some point, we&#39;ll throw the setting around and she&#39;ll treat me like a slut ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;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&#39;t read it to the end anyway so I&#39;ll save some for another time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the pictures and videos, I&#39;m not going to post them or share them in anyway. I&#39;m not an asshole. Those photos are for my eyes only and I&#39;m going to respect that. Also, it&#39;s a lot sexier when I know that I&#39;m the sole witness of that sluttiness.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/5726733386771338979' title='15 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='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</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&#39;m alive</title><content type='html'>Just popping in quick to tell you that I&#39;m still alive, but really busy. I&#39;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&#39;m using Gmail ;)</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/fullpage/post/14003919/8474498615061567409' 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&#39;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='https://img1.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&#39;ve had a fairly interesting weekend, I must say. Me and Lisa haven&#39;t been in contact much lately since she got pissed off at me for going out with a girl she knows. It&#39;s not like she has any say in the matter, but I do understand her. I wouldn&#39;t feel too happy about it either if Lisa went out with someone I know. Luckily, however, this girl wasn&#39;t especially interesting and I decided not to see her again so I wouldn&#39;t mess things up with Lisa more than I already did. Even though we&#39;re never going to be boyfriend-girlfriend I&#39;ve grown to value her a lot and I don&#39;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&#39;s rare. She usually doesn&#39;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&#39;m not going to make a single move. If she doesn&#39;t start warming me up, I&#39;m going to go home when it&#39;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&#39;t seen each other for a while. Though we&#39;ve never really had a problem figuring out topics for a conversation anyway. She&#39;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. &quot;Ok, here we go&quot; I thought to myself. Some moments later my face was soaked with fluids from her pussy. Her wetness continues to amaze me. I&#39;ve never seen any girl produce such amounts of juice. Of course, I&#39;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. &quot;Are you on the pill?&quot;, I asked. -&quot;Yes&quot;. 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&#39;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: &quot;We both know that if everything was alright we would&#39;ve both already orgasmed&quot;. And bye, bye, there goes my boner. What the fuck? When I try to explain that I&#39;m pretty good at holding back, she doesn&#39;t believe me. What she said also means that she wasn&#39;t getting as much out of it than she had expected to and that didn&#39;t exactly help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she can tell me when to cum. She still didn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t really have time to fuck in the morning. Anyway, I warmed her up just a bit until she said &quot;I want to feel you inside me&quot;. I just had to remind her that she&#39;s in a hurry since I just wasn&#39;t hard enough to be able to enter her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s the weirdest girl. She&#39;s crazily enticing and sexy as long as we&#39;re not touching. Once we do, she manages to miss all of my turn on&#39;s, but hits of a few big turn off&#39;s. I can&#39;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&#39;s a pillow or a blanket that she can hide herself with, she will. She&#39;s also the first girl I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/7606315919226788299' 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='https://img1.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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t happen too early, but I have to say I don&#39;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.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/8613287612477113880' 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='https://img1.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&#39;ve been flooded with pussy and next week looks also pretty good in terms of ass. I&#39;m in a fairly unique situation at the moment and I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t hate it. So it&#39;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&#39;ll keep coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese girl I met &lt;a href=&quot;http://releaving-farewell.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-again.html&quot;&gt;a while back&lt;/a&gt; gave me a pleasant surprise. We&#39;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&#39;s this big email with 5 attachments. She really did it. Well, to be honest, she&#39;s not naked, she&#39;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&#39;m trying to convince her to lose the panties.. we&#39;ll see if she&#39;s up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s also two completely new girls that I haven&#39;t yet mentioned at all. Marianne I met through work. She&#39;s not working on the same projects as I am, it was an coincidence that we even met, so it&#39;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&#39;t have sex though since she was on her period. She kept saying that we need to cool down since it&#39;s our first date. It was cute. Hopefully I&#39;ll fuck her next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu is an old friend that I hadn&#39;t seen in ages, but bumped into suddenly. She didn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s hot, smart, educated and she&#39;s got a good job. She&#39;s just a little shy. But who knows, maybe. I&#39;m not in a hurry though.. with this much pussy available, who would be? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;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&#39;s one of the girls who have misunderstood that sucking cock really literally means sucking. Ladies, it doesn&#39;t. I want to sink all of my cock in her mouth, but she&#39;s just vacuuming my glans. It&#39;s frustrating, but I&#39;ll probably give her some instructions once we&#39;re comfortable enough. Anyway, I can forgive her for now since she&#39;s also willing to try anal sex with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I love my current situation. I&#39;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.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/5710744752957251621' 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='https://img1.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&#39;s not working in the evening, she&#39;s at my place sucking my cock. I think she&#39;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&#39;s a nice girl, but way too shy for me to start a relationship with her. She&#39;s not shy in bed, but in social situations and I hate that. I want a talkative and extrovert girl. Also, she doesn&#39;t do sports, which means she&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t found the right time to start suggesting anal. I&#39;ve touched her rosebud with my tongue a few times, but that&#39;s it. Let&#39;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&#39;m eating my own dog food.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/7965809740724651380' title='6 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='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</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=&quot;variant&quot;&gt;acquaintance slept over at my place almost every night. She&#39;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&#39;t exactly feel that special, but still it&#39;s somehow very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re not dating or anything. I think we&#39;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&#39;s not far from the girlfriend type, but still not there. She&#39;s too shy socially and she doesn&#39;t do sports, which means she&#39;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&#39;ve identified one more thing that really affects my sexual ability. You see, I&#39;m a very visual person. Probably because I&#39;ve been watching porn since I was 11 or something. I love seeing things and staring and Lisa never lets me do that. She&#39;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&#39;t work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/14003919/8802942122097711945' 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='https://img1.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&#39;ve had a weekend full of failure. You&#39;re going to love this post. It sucks to write about failure, but I&#39;ve been honest throughout the blog so far and I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;ve hit a soft spot and I realize that it&#39;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&#39;s peculiarity. I&#39;ll spare you the details so we&#39;ll get to the failing faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we didn&#39;t spend the night together. We just kissed in a romantic place in Helsinki. It&#39;s been a while since we&#39;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&#39;t like that much, but with her it&#39;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&#39;t go under them until I thought I&#39;d teased her enough. I must&#39;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&#39;s something wrong. &quot;I&#39;m not sure if us having sex is the best thing to do.&quot; I couldn&#39;t help thinking &quot;Yeah, I bet it&#39;s not now that I&#39;ve already made you cum&quot;, but I kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s funny with this girl. It seems that she multiplies all my emotions by ten. I don&#39;t think I&#39;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&#39;d said that she wouldn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;ve lost my erection at this point every time. This time I didn&#39;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&#39;t want to correct her with something even more embarrassing. I&#39;m like a fucking 15-year-old school boy when I&#39;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&#39;s been harrasing me non-stop. I wasn&#39;t feeling great, but I didn&#39;t want to cancel. I thought I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t cum. I just said &quot;Fuck it&quot; 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&#39;t have time to blabber anymore, but hopefully I can write again soon.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/1457528225087792791' 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='https://img1.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 &quot;ruined&quot; my day</title><content type='html'>Haven&#39;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&#39;s out of that relationship and she spent last night at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s a thin and small girl, yet her tits are big, but perky. I dated her for six months, but I&#39;ve never seen her pussy unshaved. Her ass is sporty and she likes anal sex. Sucking my cock after it&#39;s been up her ass is not a problem. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the sex actually wasn&#39;t that amazing. She was really, really horny and after just 5 minutes of teasing she wanted me to fuck her already. I could&#39;ve fooled around for hours since with her, there&#39;s true passion. I really want to lick every corner of her body. I want to tease her until she&#39;s in a constant jitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I got a message from Jenni saying: &quot;I would&#39;ve loved to stay in bed with you for the whole day. I would&#39;ve let you do anything to me.&quot; Which do think got more attention inside my head, work or ATM? My concentration was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&#39;m heading to a cottage to spend the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midsummer&quot;&gt;Midsummer&lt;/a&gt;, but hopefully I&#39;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!</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/fullpage/post/14003919/3113334502748537271' 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='https://img1.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&#39;m going on vacation on Thursday and I&#39;ll be out of the country for the weekend so I probably won&#39;t have time to write again until next week. Anyway, here&#39;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&#39;t want me to lick her and she refused to suck my cock, because it was &quot;too intimate&quot;. 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&#39;t think she came either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left early in the morning. I don&#39;t have her phone number and I only know her nickname. Not that it would matter, it&#39;s just that it&#39;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&#39;ve been sort of avoiding her since I have such mixed feelings. I have no passion for her. If she wasn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s best she leaves. I wasn&#39;t exactly rude, but I wasn&#39;t courteous either. This morning I got a message saying: &quot;Hoping to see you again soon&quot;. Slut.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/8969936615722236290' 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='https://img1.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&#39;t assume gentlemanship</title><content type='html'>I like being a gentleman. I&#39;ll open the doors. I&#39;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&#39;t like is when girls assume that there is no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m serious. It really takes all the pleasure out of it if she assumes that I will behave like a gentleman. Then it&#39;s no longer about doing something special, it&#39;s a matter of course. All the magic is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: If you&#39;re out with a guy and it&#39;s time to pay, start reaching for your wallet. If he&#39;s a gentleman, he&#39;ll stop you. Say: &quot;Oh, but you don&#39;t need to pay for me&quot;. 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&#39;s kind of like stealing money from a retard.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/8783488348397260004' 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&#39;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='https://img1.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&#39;s been a while. Many exciting things going on in my life and they&#39;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&#39;re really not in a mood to start writing about the sex life that you haven&#39;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&#39;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&#39;m in some sort of a low point, I suppose. I&#39;m horny alright, no problem there, it just seems that currently there&#39;s no one around worth fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have several things to tell you about so I&#39;m going to keep them short and unorganized. Feel free to ask more if I leave something hanging. There&#39;s going to be a lot of names. If you can&#39;t remember the stories behind the names, remember that there&#39;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&#39;ve met her twice now. She&#39;s a daddy&#39;s girl, in the bad sense, and she&#39;s not even especially hot. Nothing&#39;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 &quot;I want to fuck you&quot;. Anyway, since she&#39;s still dating we&#39;ve been only flirting and making each other&#39;s blood rush with small touches. There&#39;s so much sexual energy between us sometimes that it&#39;s excruciating that my cock isn&#39;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&#39;ve, but since she&#39;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&#39;ve been thinking about the moral of this quite a lot and even though I wouldn&#39;t fuck her, I&#39;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&#39;s caused a lot of tension between us. I&#39;m very unclear about my own goals with her. I&#39;m not sure if I want to be her friend, fuck her or marry her. I guess it&#39;s just that I&#39;d want to put her on her knees in front of me. As I&#39;ve said before: I hate it that I can&#39;t have her. If I could, I probably wouldn&#39;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&#39;m not sure if that&#39;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&#39;s all I have to offer. Afterwards, she&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t have sex. Not exactly sure would I have wanted to. A blowjob would&#39;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&#39;s not the best sex in the world, it&#39;s great when it&#39;s so care-free. I don&#39;t give a fuck about her and she doesn&#39;t give a fuck about me. I ask her how she&#39;s been, I spank her, I admire her beautiful rosebud and bald pussy, I fuck her and then she leaves. There&#39;s nothing awkward, there&#39;s no expectations, there&#39;s just two horny people masturbating on another person. She&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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!</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/fullpage/post/14003919/4957805859831751287' 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='https://img1.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&#39;s partying. It&#39;s Anne and she&#39;s also still drunk. She left her boyfriend sleeping at her place and went for a walk. Now she&#39;s near my place and she wants to know if she can come over. At 6:30 am. I hardly even understand what&#39;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&#39;s wearing a loose top and no bra. We talk about some stupid stuff, I don&#39;t really recall what exactly. She deliberately pulls down her top so I can see her breasts, and then says &quot;Oh, damn, now you can see my tits&quot;. I suppose the idea was that it would appear to be an accident, but she was so drunk and clumsy that it didn&#39;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&#39;s naked, insisting that I fuck her. I actually would&#39;ve wanted her to suck my cock a little more, but I suppose I wasn&#39;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&#39;m fairly sure it really happened. What a weird morning.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/3076286142001286620' 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='https://img1.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'>&quot;What are you doing tonight? I&#39;m horny&quot; said the text message I received from Evita. We&#39;ve been fuck buddies for over two years now, but so far we&#39;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 &quot;what the hell, let&#39;s put yet another one in&quot;. 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&#39;t have my knuckles or thumb inside so I don&#39;t know if this counts as fisting or not, but it was the most pussy I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t quite know what to think of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s still the best slave I&#39;ve had so far. Obedient, horny and dirty. I wonder if she&#39;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&#39;re just friends, but every now and then there is flirting that I&#39;m hoping will lead to sex eventually. She still has one of the most beautiful pussies I&#39;ve seen. She&#39;s also one of the few women with whom I really enjoy just cuddling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s four more girls bubbling under the surface of whether they&#39;re worth writing. Maybe some of them will surface, who knows.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/542908018432100929' 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='https://img1.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&#39;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&#39;s all going to end in tears. On Friday, Anne spent a night at my place. Her moral said that we can&#39;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&#39;t resist me anymore. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t had sex in a while. It&#39;s not that there&#39;s none available, I always have Evita if I want to get laid. I just haven&#39;t really felt like. I suppose I&#39;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&#39;t be there. Her boyfriend was out with his friends and she was in my bed sucking my cock. Yeah, I know it&#39;s wrong for me to think that, I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t on my cock I was watching her masturbate, which wasn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;ve been a litre of it. No suprise to me since I hadn&#39;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&#39;ve had in my life so far. I&#39;m so happy that she&#39;s dating. I hope they have a long and lasting relationship. Poor guy.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/4302734976673787502' 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='https://img1.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&#39;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&#39;re not going to believe this, I wasn&#39;t thinking about fucking them up the ass. Well, maybe a few times, but that doesn&#39;t really count. Kinda like having sex with a man. If you only do it once or twice it doesn&#39;t really make you gay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find some answers to the questions I&#39;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&#39;s only one thing I&#39;m certain about. I want kids. Someday, I want to be a father. And I&#39;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&#39;s the perfect mother, but she doesn&#39;t take it up the ass, is it going to work out? Am I putting too much emphasis on sex? It&#39;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&#39;t unsee all the porn and I can&#39;t undo the things I&#39;ve done. And I don&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s bold and open-minded. She knows she looks good naked and isn&#39;t afraid show off a bit. Sometimes she&#39;ll go to great lengths just to suprise me pleasantly. She&#39;s a horny nympho who just can&#39;t get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send your informal applications to my gmail account ;) My username is releaving (dot) farewell.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/6350315262297840059' 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='https://img1.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&#39;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 &#39;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&#39;s the girl I use to date about 6 months ago. She&#39;s been dating some other guy, but recently broke up. Maybe, hopefully, that means that there&#39;s some ATM heading my way. That girl really liked anal, and probably still does. I miss her in many ways.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/384467425643713952' 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='https://img1.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&#39;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: &quot;What do you want to do now?&quot; -&quot;Anything, you call the shots tonight.&quot; She ordered me to licked her a bit more and then we fucked for ages. I had to remind her that she&#39;s suppose to tell me when to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m guessing it was the first time she was responsible for the script. Her shyness sure doesn&#39;t help. She must have some perverted fantasies that she wants to fulfill, everyone does, she just didn&#39;t feel comfortable enough to turn things around and make me her bitch for once. We&#39;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: &quot;Have you really read all those books?&quot; I laughed out loud, but I was able to come up with some excuse so that she wasn&#39;t offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s a really small girl. Her body looks hot, but she hasn&#39;t really earned it. She just stays slim easily because she&#39;s so young. I bet that in a few years, she&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s the kind of girl who looks hot when you&#39;re drunk at a bar and you see her from afar. When you&#39;ve got your fingers in her pussy, you can&#39;t get it up. This is exactly what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s hard to fuck new girls nowadays when I have such an acquired taste. She&#39;s a Jack Daniels. Yeah, it&#39;s called whisky, but it&#39;s still hardly anything compared to Ardbeg. It just doesn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;ve had a boner that could carry a shopping bag with a week&#39;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&#39;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&#39;ve had a hard-on. She refused. We had several similar situations with Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it wasn&#39;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&#39;s called cock sucking, you&#39;re not suppose to really suck. You&#39;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.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/5421025665437491636' 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='https://img1.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&#39;s lying on her back with her legs up. Like &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pornoposting.com/post/1512071/pics/06.jpg&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Pussies look absolutely beautiful this way and you can also see the asshole too. It&#39;s not very good for licking pussy, but for fingering either holes or licking the ass, it&#39;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&#39;d come to my place from a bar. Unfortunately the lighting was very poor so I really couldn&#39;t see as well as I would&#39;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&#39;t really planning on doing that, it just somehow happened, but luckily she didn&#39;t seem to mind. I pulled my finger out and I circled my cock around her asshole. &quot;You won&#39;t be fucking me in the ass&quot; 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: &quot;Would you like to?&quot;. 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&#39;t emphasize enough how great it felt, mentally and physically. A hot model chick with my cock in her ass. Girls, you&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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 &quot;You&#39;re a beautiful woman.&quot; She got completely pissed off and naturally the fact that she was very drunk didn&#39;t help one bit. She started putting her clothes on while yelling at me. It was 5 am in the morning so I don&#39;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&#39;s actually true nowadays. She was determined to walk home and I really didn&#39;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&#39;t even remember what she said. I just took her in and told her that we&#39;ll sleep, she can leave in the morning and I&#39;ll leave her alone. Finally, she agreed. I was completely pissed off, but I knew that this wasn&#39;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&#39;s just so fucking stupid. She agreed. She seemed really sorry and I could tell she&#39;d had a day full of remorse.  She admitted that the whole fight was silly. I forgave her.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/2957481451891404662' 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='https://img1.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&#39;ve been seeing Anne quite a lot for the past two weeks. Actually we&#39;ve spent more nights together than apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It&#39;s the sum of several reasons, I think. Firstly, she&#39;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&#39;ve met at my place fairly late in the evening, something like 10 pm, we&#39;ve fucked and then gone to bed. In the morning we&#39;ve both headed out early. It&#39;s the perfect setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex has improved, but it&#39;s still far from Lust, sex and sodomy. She&#39;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&#39;s understandable, but I still don&#39;t have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend she sent me a message that she doesn&#39;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&#39;t take long until she had my cock in her mouth again. She&#39;s one horny bitch, I can tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that she&#39;s also an ego booster for me. She is fucking hot and she&#39;s totally in love with me. She&#39;s a professional model and you can really notice. If we&#39;re at a bar and I leave her alone for just a few seconds there&#39;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&#39;s had in her life. I&#39;m happy I was there to deliver it.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/3347337225052733481' 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='https://img1.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&#39;d agreed that we&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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 &#39;em. Ok, so I asked if she&#39;s on the pill or something. She wasn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t sure if I was up for it. I asked if I could lick her. This is when she said that she doesn&#39;t want me to cause she hasn&#39;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&#39;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 &#39;em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time she was on her stomach and I was kissing her buttocks. She didn&#39;t pull away or hint in anyway that she didn&#39;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: &quot;Do you know where your tongue was at?&quot; I wanted to shoot myself. Fucking amateurs. I didn&#39;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&#39;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: &quot;Your finger is in my butt.&quot; Great. Fucking great. Well, I guess it&#39;s best that she told me if she didn&#39;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&#39;t have an orgasm. After I did, we&#39;d been at it for 3 hours and it was already morning. I was exhausted. I think she still wanted more, but I&#39;d had enough. Finally, we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m running out of time again, so I&#39;ll have to talk about our morning another time. Meanwhile, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.smothermenow.com/TGPs/MOVIETGPS/SMN_MGP_62/smn_mgp_62xxxx.htm&quot;&gt;here&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; something I jerked off to today.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/2642009697633460565' 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='https://img1.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&#39;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&#39;m superficial. If I am, then what do you call someone who&#39;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&#39;s a funny quote I recall: &quot;He often behaves like a complete asshole... but he&#39;s really hot, so it&#39;s OK&quot;. Well, the good thing was that, according to her books, I&#39;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&#39;m pretty inconspicuous, but she caught me. &quot;Yeah, you have nice biceps, but you really don&#39;t need to show them off&quot;, 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. &quot;Do you want me to put the hoodie back on?&quot;, I said. &quot;No, please don&#39;t&quot;, 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&#39;d been so reluctant towards me after our first date. She said she was sort-of dating. Well, we all know that&#39;s code for &quot;I have a boyfriend, but tonight I want to fuck you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years back this probably would&#39;ve been a big issue for me morally. I guess time has changed me now it really didn&#39;t affect me much. I still wanted to see what kind of panties she was wearing and, more importantly, what&#39;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&#39;s place, which is a big apartment in the center of Helsinki. I think there were something like 10 people altogether so it wasn&#39;t as intimate as after parties often are. Me and Anne (that&#39;s what I&#39;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&#39;d say. Anne&#39;s boyfriend, if you&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t want me to lick her. Blah. Why? Well, I thought it must be the place. The door wasn&#39;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&#39;re just going to sleep. It&#39;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&#39;t have come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don&#39;t interrupt stories like this, but I really don&#39;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&#39;t exactly a pleasure cruise. More like the perfect two-week vacation you&#39;ve booked and paid for in advance, but then the hotel you&#39;re staying in sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more on that tomorrow. Take it easy.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/4287455613879663008' 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='https://img1.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&#39;all. I&#39;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&#39;d never bumped into her before. We didn&#39;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&#39;m a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Helsinki, we&#39;d exchanged phone numbers and I invited her over to my place. She was actually very shy. She joked that she doesn&#39;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&#39;t fuck her on the first date. Things did get pretty heated, but she backed off before I did. I would&#39;ve. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don&#39;t think she&#39;s very interested in me. She&#39;s been out of town again for the past few days and we&#39;ve barely been in touch. Not a good sign. Well, we&#39;ll see what happens when she gets back. Murphy&#39;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&#39;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&#39;m not sure if it was a good idea at all, but we fucked. I was horny as hell and she&#39;s a slut. Nothing very special in the act. Lots of choking and spanking, a little assfingering, but that&#39;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.</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/fullpage/post/14003919/216887924036858107' 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='https://img1.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&#39;m on vacation at the moment and I have very limited access to the Internet. I&#39;ll get back to you in 1,5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!</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/fullpage/post/14003919/8112158177313074118' 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='https://img1.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&#39;ve spent my last three nights with three different girls. First Evita slept over, then Mirva and last night I was at Silja&#39;s. Different girl every night, the bright side of being single. I wouldn&#39;t want any of these girls as a girlfriend, but small doses are fine. And even though I value the time when I&#39;m alone, it&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s only because I can&#39;t have her. The moment she gives in I&#39;ll lose interest. This is my curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with Evita was very unenthusiastic. She&#39;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&#39;ve fucked. She&#39;s also definitely the fattest so far. I actually grabbed her love handles while fucking her from behind, lol ;) Obviously she&#39;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&#39;t shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if Silja shaved I think I&#39;d find her 10 times more sexy than I do now. Mirva is too fat so in my books she&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t think I even made her cum. To be completely honest with you, in her case, I don&#39;t care. If she never calls me again, I won&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t mind. I like her, she&#39;s a fun girl. I just can&#39;t get over the pubic hair, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, it&#39;s Christmas. Merry aforementioned to you all. I guess I&#39;ve been a naughty boy since the links I asked for in my previous post haven&#39;t exactly been piling up. So far we&#39;re at zero. Writing a blog about my bad behavior is probably a dead giveaway for Santa and his elves. Those fuckers. 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