Alright, buckle up folks, because I’m about to spill the beans on this wild little adventure I had. Let’s just say it involves a “money birdette” and a “creampie”… yeah, you read that right. Don’t judge, just listen.
So, I’d been chatting with this chick online for a while. We’ll call her “Goldie” because, well, money birdette, get it? Anyway, Goldie was hot, no doubt about it. We’re talking like, knock-your-socks-off gorgeous. And she was into some… interesting stuff.
I mean, at first, it was just normal flirting and whatnot. But then she started dropping hints about wanting to do a scene where she was like, a high-class call girl and I was the rich client. And part of the fantasy was the “creampie” thing. Honestly, I was a little hesitant at first, not gonna lie. But Goldie was persuasive, and the whole power dynamic thing was kinda hot.
We talked about it for days, setting boundaries, making sure we were both on the same page. Safety first, always, right? We even did a video call to make sure we were both comfortable and clear on everything. Communication is key, folks.
Finally, the day came. I booked a fancy hotel room, the kind with the plush robes and the overpriced mini-bar. Goldie shows up looking like she walked straight out of a magazine. We’re talking stilettos, a tight dress, the whole nine yards.
We started slow, you know, role-playing a bit. She was all “Mr. Big Spender” this and “I’ll do anything for the right price” that. I played along, throwing around fake money and making demands. The tension was building, and it was intense.
I won’t go into all the nitty-gritty details, but let’s just say things got pretty heated. We were both totally into the role-play, and the sex was incredible. And yeah, we did the deed, so to speak. The “creampie” part. It was definitely… a moment.
Afterward, we just laid there for a while, catching our breath and laughing about the whole thing. It was a rush, no doubt about it. But honestly, what made it good was the communication and trust we had going in. We both knew what we were getting into, and we both felt safe and respected.
Would I do it again? Maybe. It depends on the girl, the vibe, and whether we can both be on the same page. But it was definitely an experience. Just remember kids, be safe, be smart, and communicate like your life depends on it. Because sometimes, it kinda does.
Anyway, that’s my story. Take it for what it’s worth. I’m off to grab a beer and contemplate my life choices. Peace out!
