mcevin
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No, no, it's okay. He asked for pictures of "het." So I googled it. Het is the stock symbol for Harrah's Entertainment. There was a pic, you know, the stock price graph and cuckolds brownie? Anyway, it looked pretty good, I mean not that it got me wet (blush) well, what I MEAN is, it wasn't the sort of pic I USUALLY... (blush) oh, never mind. The stock was going up.
Okay, well, I never figured out how to post it, but the uptrend on Harrah's cock, I mean STOCK, looked pretty STIFF... OOOO Jamie! BAD choice of words. What I MEANT was, the stock is going UP, so I better call dad and tell him to buy some. I mean, I've BEEN to Harrahs. I don't really remember, like, I remember making out with my boyfriend on the plane, because it was a Wide Body and we were in the middle row and the Little Old Lady across from us had a heart attack or something, --No, wait, the PLANE was a Wide Body, the LOL was thin and frail-- and it was when I was still using Dad's Gold Card, and there were like, $3,000 in room charges and I was like, "Oh my god, my life is OVER, Dad is going to KILL me," but he never said anything, and I KNOW it was Harrah's because I still have the ash tray and some towels.
I mean, I wouldn't take towels from a hotel NOW, but they lost my luggage, so that's all I had to wear, two Harrah's towels, and the room service guy LOVED it. I mean, god, don't ask for pics, it's so lame, just use your imagination. No, wait, don't, it's too gross to think of YOU, imagining ME, in two towels.
So anyway, if you want pics of het, just google it.
(Jamie, sweetheart?)
(What?)
(He meant pictures of HER, the guy's wife.)
(His wife? "Her," Not "Het"?)
(No, not "Het.)
(Oh.)
NEVER MIND!
Love,
Jamie
PS, I don't fly any more. I mean, they make me take off my SHOES, I mean it gives me thigh-sweats just THINKING about it, undressing for strange men in an airport and standing there barefoot while they feel me over. I mean, what are they FEELING for, anyway? I'm wearing a dress and a black thong, where am I going to hide the Glock, for god's sake? (Blush) Wait! Don't answer!
I mean, taking OFF the "Fuck Me" sandals is not that hard, but I have to TIE the futhermuckers back ON, and I have to be takes to go on an airplane anyway, because "Fear of Flying" describes someone BRAVE compared to me. ANYWAY, so I'm sitting there in my miniskirt and no panties and shaved pubes (Eat your heart out, Britney!) trying to to wrap all the ties around my ankles while the world is spinning, and my boyfriend is like, "God, Jamie, come ON! We're going to miss the fucking PLANE!" and even the security guys want me to Censure and Move On because I'm causing this traffic jam of these business types who stop in front of me and JUST THEN need to get something out of their pants, no wait, I mean POCKETS.
So now, I just take the bus over to Shreveport.
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John Travolcuck
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I love young white girls with dominant older Arab bulls. I go to the Middle East on a regular basis. It obviously doesnt apply to all of them, but some locals just seem experts at seducing western girls and bringing out their submissive tendencies.
A true experience you might like...
I was holidaying in Dubai last year in a luxury resort hotel. Just relaxing at the pool and on the golf course pretty much all day for a week.
On the first day at the driving range, I stroke up a conversation with the guy next to me. His name was Marouf, he was from Jordan, early fifties. 5'10 but very solid looking. Big shoulders, big arms, big hands, a bit of a beer belly as you do at that age but not fat. And, I'm guessing, he looked like the kind of guy ho had a big cock. He had this very commanding presence as some Arab men muster. Definitely the kind of guy who takes no cuckolds brownie from anyone and can get a lot of people to do his bidding.
I tried to interest him in a round of golf but he had business to attend to.
At dinner, I found Marouf already seated alone. I offered company and we ate together. We talked business, he was in real estate, and had his own company. His meetings of the day had been frustrating. The guy he needed to see was not due for another few days. When I asked him, he said he didnt feel like going back to his family in Amman in the meantime and that he'd enjoy what the hotel had to offer.
About mid-way through dinner, a group of 6 in their late 20s arrived and were seated a few tables away from us. It became clear that they were French. 4 men, 2 women. One of the 2 women was very attractive. The 2nd one wasnt bad, but all men only had eyes for the first one. You couldnt not look at her, particularly moving towards her seat in this unique sexy and classy French way. Tall, slim, about 5'9, long curly dark hair, blue eyes, red lips. The elder of the 4 men seemed to be her bf or husband. He wasnt ugly or anything, but he certainly wasnt anything special compared to his partner. I'm taking a wild guess here, but she looked like the type of woman who blossoms into a beautiful flower later in life. She might not have been as stunning when she was still a teenager, and sometimes you find that these women settle for less in a man because they still cant consider themselves as breathtaking.
I have to run, I'll be back with the rest of that little adventure in a few hours.
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John Travolcuck
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Its so good to see someone took notice and enjoyed this little teaser. Hopefully you're still around for the rest. I just hope you're not disappointed. As I said, this is a genuine account of my genuine holiday. I wont make up what I didnt see, so this is NOT leading up to a grand finale with massive quantities of spunk being sprayed on a woman's face by a bull while her hapless hubby looks on. But just read and figure it out for yourself.
Back to that dinner with Marouf then. Just like a lot of men, we checked the young French beauty out every chance we got. I whispered to Marouf that she was quite a sight but he didnt seem to want to talk about her. The way he was looking at her, his eyes were doing all the talking for him. He was lusting for her big time.
The next morning, after my round of golf, I made my way to the hotel pool . The plan was to have a poolside sandwich lunch and just laze around for the rest of the day. I dropped my book, Tshirt and towel on a lounge chair and went for a swim. The pool was pretty big. There was this "island" in the middle, with 2 bridges so customers could walk to the centre of the pool and admire it 360�. If you sat on one side of it, you couldnt see the other one.
I swam all around the pool to the "other side". When I turned, I noticed Marouf sitting in the adjacent jacuzzi area. He was having a conversation with what clearly appeared to be the stunning French woman.
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John Travolcuck
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They were close enough to have a chat without everyone else hearing it, but sufficiently far apart to guarantee decency by any standard. It looked like a pleasant, friendly conversation anyway, not heavy flirting or anything. That he was enjoying it, I could easily imagine why. But she seemed just as pleased to be chatting with Marouf as he was to have managed to get her attention.
Her French partner from the previous night was nowhere to be seen. Not on the side of the pool where I'd dropped my stuff, nor on the one with the jacuzzi where I was swimming now. I later learned from Marouf that the French group were 5 consultants here for work, and that the 6th one, the looker, was the principal's wife just taking the opportunity to enjoy a sunnier part of the world and luxury shopping at this time of year.
I tried to swim closer to the jacuzzi area to get Marouf to notice me, with the hope of being invited to join them and getting introduced to the mysterious French beauty. But he was to busy making sure he kept her attention to notice anyone else. And for some reamister I didnt want to just get in the middle of them uninvited. I dont know why. At that moment, the thought of Marouf seducing her and me watching in envy still hadnt formed in my mind. Only later did it become a source of many night time fantasies. My submissive cuckold tendencies always take a while before they take shape in real life situation.
In the pool at that point, I was just like any guy: anything for the chance to get close to that gorgeous creature and get to talk to her. But somehow, even though I was now a vague holiday acquaintance of Marouf, joining them without being asked to do so would have felt like an intrusion on my part. Subconsciously, I guess my voyeuristic tendencies took over and I was just happy to observe them casually.
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