Kiss and tell

I feel like a slacker and I sincerely apologize to my 4 readers! Ha!

Do you know that going out with a woman is a lot like going out with a man? I actually went out and purchased a new outfit and a pair of the most delicious looking boots! I'm mad now because I spent a fortune for a blind date.

I had to take a drive to Stockton to do research for a story I've been working on. While I was there, I drove past a Dillard's store and decided to stop (because I'm a compulsive shopper anyway) and see if I could find a cute little outfit for Thursday's date. I'm a huge shoe freak so instantly I was in-love with their fall collection of boots. Can you say BOOT HEAVEN?

Well nevermind all that, you want to hear about the date. I wore a taupe-colored tweed pencil skirt that's about two inches from my knees with a cream silk-blend turtleneck sweater (with 3/4 sleeves). I wore my new boots with my chocolate brown leather blazer (which matched my boots PERFECTLY in color). Ben snickered and rolled his eyes while he watched me dress and primp. So maybe I was doing a little more than usual for a night on the town with the girls. In the back of my mind I wondered if he knew something was up, but I continued to dress like nothing was wrong.

Sasha and I met at Cafe Maritime on Lombard Street. I've only had brunch there and the food was fabulous. I got there first and sat at the bar. I felt like pacing mostly because I was nervous. I was really afraid that she wouldn't look like her picture and that I'd be disappointed. I ordered something they called "Man overboard" from their specialty drink menu (one word: YUMMY!). While I sipped my drink I overheard a man next to me say, "WOW, look at HER..." so I turned to see what he was looking at and there stood one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life.

It was Sasha.

She instantly recognized me and waved. The man turned around because I think maybe he thought she was waving at HIM. I smiled and said, "Sorry fella, she's with me!" - loud enough for her to hear me. We giggled and hugged like we were old friends. The waiter took us to our table and we ordered dinner.

The whole time we were talking I couldn't help staring into her eyes. I mean, I've honestly never been in the presence of such beauty. She could be a model. She looked exactly like her picture, but maybe better. Definitely better.

She wore her hair in a ponytail high on her head. Her hair, from my guesstimation had to be waist length. She had on a pair of low-rise, bootcut jeans, a crisp white cotton blouse that cinched at the waist and flared over her hips. She had on a pair of black strappies and a black cashmere cardigan hanging over her shoulders. She reminded me of a sexy, grown-up school girl. Her eyes are the most gorgeous hazel color I've ever seen up close...flawless skin and the most beautiful smile. WOW! I hit the jackpot!

We instantly had great chemistry. She was a flirt, with men and women alike. She must've reached over and grabbed my hand five or six times. We laughed and drank like old friends. Once dinner was over, it seemed like neither of us were ready to call it a night. I even had to tell her that I'm not used to casual sex, but I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her. She was wearing this perfect shade of pink lipstick. I asked her if it tasted as good as it looked and she offered to let me find out for myself. That was my attempt at trying to by coy.

So there I was, in the middle of a parking lot with a beautiful woman. I took her hand, pulled her close and kissed her. I knew right then that I wasn't going straight home. We got into our cars and she followed me to the Buena Vista Motor Inn. We parked side by side, got out and decided to split the cost for a room. I was a bit worried that I'd enjoy myself so much that I'd stay out longer than I was supposed to. I made a quick call to Ben to check on Amanda and Ben was already sleeping. So I imagined that Amanda was probably fast asleep too.

Sasha registered the room while I waited in the car. She came and got me and we made our way inside. The room was nice...I've always wondered what it looked like in there. Hotel rooms have always interested me. Don't ask, it's a strange obsession I've had for years.

Oddly I wondered what if this chic was a serial killer. I guess it would've been too late seeing how we were in a hotel room - ALONE. Everything from that point on flowed seemlessly. What started with a simple kiss quickly turned into caressing, massaging, kissing and then sucking. She has the most flawless body. She's perfectly toned and her skin was like butter. We took turns being "in charge". It was far more sensual than I ever imagined. We explored every inch of each other's bodies.

I have to keep things in perspective. I have a man in my life. But this woman...she blew my mind. It was the most beautiful and moving sexual experience I've ever had. It wasn't that porn kind of shit you see in those cheap X-rated movies. This was more like two women exploring the depths of their sexuality.

After a marathon love-making session, we realized that it was late. She had to be at work early the next day and I had some explaining to do when I got home. It was 3 am. I don't usually stay out that late. But on this night, it was worth every moment.

We walked each other out to our cars. I think we started something here. Neither of us were trying to make this anything other than what it was - casual sex. But I really liked her...and it seems like she really likes me. I still can't believe it as I'm typing these words. We embraced and pulled back to stare into each other's eyes for a moment recalling what had just taken place. We smiled. I have to go out of town in a few days. She's going to meet me in Los Angeles on Thursday. What have I started?

I got home and Ben was sound asleep. He sleeps pretty hard, so I'm almost sure he didn't wake any while I was out. I told him that I got home at 1:30. He didn't comment and he seemed pretty happy with that answer, so I left it alone.

Who knew? Success on Craigslist...

Oh, and my peg-legged friend Cate sent me an IM the other day while I was at the office. I ignored her. I'm beginning to wonder if she knows that I have her blocked. It was really creepy the way she did that. Oh well...I'm just glad she doesn't have my phone number!

Thanks for reading.

I scored a DATE!

I'm really excited to announce that I have successfully scored a date with a very beautiful puerto rican girl. Her name is Sasha and she's 29 years old, single, about 5'6 with a fantastic figure and long curly hair.

I managed to talk Ben into staying home with Amanda while I have a "girls night out" on Thursday. I'm not really sure what's going to happen, but I will definitely be making a trip to the spa for a little "down low" maintenance - just in case things get a little hot and heavy!

I'm not like other girls...I kiss and tell!

When women give you the creeps

I haven't talked to Cate in a few days. I've noticed her popping off and on Yahoo Messenger to see if I'm online. And like one of my 3 readers said, I too think she's looking for something a little more serious. I personally think that's a little strange since she knows that I'm in long-term relationship already. I made it perfectly clear that this was only a physical thing. But she keeps sending me pictures and making little remarks that makes me believe she's falling for the "idea" of having me.

The dynamics of dealing with women is definitely interesting. Think about it, when we fall for a guy sometimes we fall hard. I don't know how guys feel, but I imagine that if a woman fell for them and they're not really looking for a long-term thing but rather a romp in the proverbial hay, it would be a turn-off. Cate's behavior is a turn off. Not to mention the one leg thing that I haven't managed to get over.

I got a phone call from a woman over the weekend, but silly me I forgot to take her number down and now she probably thinks I'm a flake. She's an Asian girl, straight looking, 5'8, slender and "top" in bed. I think I'm going to have to dig up her email because that sounds exciting!

My search continues.

Thanks for reading.

Pictures say a thousand words...

Let me warn you before you continue reading. The important aspects of placing a good ad on Craigslist is to request pictures for a faster response. I learned this through trial and error. I soon realized after I started getting flooded with emails that I never specified race or anything. Not that I have a problem with other races, I just never thought about it. Again, if I'm only seeking instant gratification, I suppose skin color really doesn't matter if you can get the job done, right?

Well let me say I got ALL SORTS of interesting pictures. I think people send their pictures with lame, one-liners for a response because they don't have anything interesting to say. I guess they figure their picture will be enough to pique my curiosity and I'll take it from there. And since I'm in a sharing mood, here are all of the pictures that have come with responses in the last week.

A few of them are a little raunchy, so please don't be offended by what you see here. Heck, you might even like it!

Let's meet my new friends! This is Portia. She's 28, "down for whateva" and willing to meet me for dinner and drinks, or "cum" straight to my house for fun.

This is Denise. She's a housewife with two children looking for friends with benefits. She's kind of hot in a HOT HOUSEWIFE kind of way!

This is Brittany. I seriously doubt these are real pictures of her. The response even had "I'm a man picture collecting!" written all over it. What do you think?

Then I got a response from someone named Ron. He stated that he realized that I was looking for a woman, but I sounded so interesting that he thought he'd give it a shot. Personally, Ron is HOT!! But I already have a man. Plus, after a few emails back and forth, I discovered he's into duct tape, chains, whips and rough sex. Thanks, but I'll pass!

Then there was Chad. He gets the "WEIRD GUY" award today. He too said that he understood that I wanted a woman, but his request had nothing to do with sex. He merely wanted me to sit in a chair, place this very large dildo between my legs and let him worship the dildo for a few hours. He's special! I wrote him back only to confirm his request, and honestly I couldn't stop laughing because he was serious. The possibilities did cross my mind, but what if this guy had been a serious weirdo? I didn't want to take any chances.

I'll let you figure out what THEY wanted!

This is Rhonda. She responded with a picture, but when I wrote her back I never heard from her again. What a flake!

This one looks like she's 15. I didn't even bother to respond because she looks young and she's not really my type. Not to mention I saw this SAME picture in the Los Angeles area trying to "bye" women's "pantys". That ad and this picture SCREAMS I'm a 15 year old BOY looking for kicks!

This is Suzin...she's a married swim instructor. Her body is smoking hot!

And my dear one-legged friend Cate sent me this little teaser photo over the weekend. I'm sorry, but I still can't get the one leg thing out of my head. I'm not all that sure that I want her on top of me. It just seems a bit creepy.

Perhaps the next ad should give a better description of the ideal woman. That should be fun! I'm working on a deadline and will post again when I can.

Thanks for reading.

Instant gratification

Initially I was going to post samples of a few responses I got from my recent Craisglist ad. Instead I decided to let you peer into the mind of our one-legged-butch friend Cate. I've noticed her trolling around on Yahoo Instant Messenger waiting for me to appear. I had her blocked because I feel like I'm spending too much time on her already. I have a strange feeling that she really likes me. The picture above is actually our friend Cate kissing her last girlfriend. She's the one on the right.


Carrie: I'm going to send u a picture
Cate: yeah?
Cate: are you going to like drive me f'ing crazy??
Carrie: where should I send it?
Cate: cate@-----.net
Cate: Have you ever had a woman's clit on yours?
Carrie: no
Cate: Like two little suction cups.

I sent her a picture of myself lifting my blouse revealing my bra.

Cate: here we go
Cate: takin a peek
Cate: I'm scared
Cate: And NOW, I have to drive home with THAT image in my head?
Cate: Are you trying to kill me woman??
Cate: So you will be at my place at 7PM????
Carrie: I have to leave soon to pick up my daughter
Cate: oh man!!!
Cate: teaser
Cate: vagina teaser
Cate: lolol
Carrie: you like it...
Cate: Is the pope Catholic?
Cate: I wanna take that bra off.
Carrie: hold that thought
Cate: slowly
Cate: so they fall out of the cup and into my mouth
Cate: gentle
Cate: your nipples will be hard, aroused
Carrie: I have another picture for you
Cate: I am at work!
Cate: I can't pant here!

I sent her a picture of my bare right breast.

Cate: gawd
Cate: haha
Cate: Is it your intention to drive me nuts???
Cate: gulp
Cate: ummm, you know...
Cate: I have to officially verify that you ARE in fact a woman.
Cate: send it.

She's basically asking to see a picture of my lady parts.

Cate: hahahaha
Carrie: you just want to see if the monitor is scratch and sniff
Cate: lolol..omg
Cate: YES
Cate: I'm not proud.
Cate: just horny
Cate: When are you going to let me have you?
Cate: Or are you just driving me insane??
Carrie: don't you at least want to get a glimpse of what you're going to get first?
Cate: I know the basics of what it looks like.
Cate: but YES, I want it
Carrie: hold on...one more pic on the way
Cate: kk
Cate: I will savor it ALL the way home.

I sent her a picture of my lady parts. Yes, I know it was an extreme move, but extreme times call for extreme measures, right? Plus I've never done this sort of thing and it was a bit exciting.

Cate: oh wow
Cate: girl
Carrie: is that enough proof?
Cate: definitely
Cate: I want it
Carrie: how bad?
Cate: BAD
Cate: enough to do something stupid
Cate: you know you want me
Cate: in you
Cate: on you
Cate: sucking
Carrie: you want it enough to do something stupid?
Carrie: oh my
Cate: opening you
Cate: Now I have to spend the whole night with that image in my head.
Cate: hope you are happy
Cate: and think about what I am going to do with you.
Cate: did you just take it?
Cate: the pic?
Carrie: uh huh
Cate: so you are sitting there like that huh?
Carrie: uh huh
Cate: all ready for me to take those white panties off of you
Carrie: uh huh
Cate: when??
Carrie: soon...
Cate: I gotta go home and take care of MY business
Cate: that you started
Carrie: well now you have some nice images to help you along with that
Cate: I AM going to invision you
Cate: whats its like to be with you
Carrie: and you can dream about me while you sleep...
Cate: yes
Cate: that you are next to me
Cate: and you wake up with me in between your legs
Cate: how would you like to wake up to my tongue on your clit?
Carrie: I would love that...wouldn't all women want to wake up like that?
Cate: I have a strap-on too
Cate: you into that?
Carrie: sure...I love dick like your average bi-girl...
Carrie: can you give it to me well?
Carrie: can you make me cum so hard that I'm screaming your name?
Cate: yes, I will
Cate: I'll give it to you till you say stop.
Cate: I won't go soft either or cum in you
Carrie: go home and get a good one for me!
Cate: I will
Cate: thanks for the pics
Carrie: my pleasure
Cate: please...
Cate: don't make me wait too long
Cate: ttyl beautiful
Carrie: ok
Carrie: bye
Cate: ba bye

I realize that for some this conversation may have been a bit too much, but remember why I'm here in the first place. I went to Craigslist looking for some hot and sexy female fun. If I overlooked the disability and the fact that she's clearly more on the masculine side, could I really go through with it? Wouldn't that be the ultimate in experiments? What would you do if you were in my shoes? Although I prefer the softer and more feminine type of woman, if you were faced with an opportunity to get what you wanted (having a woman go down on you without having to reciprocate), then wouldn't you want someone truly skilled in the task? AND SHE HAS A STRAP ON? I could just pass out at the thought of having orgasm after orgasm without getting a limp dick in the end.

Again, I love Ben with all my heart, but how many times is this really going to present itself? I need a latte and a cigarette now.

Thanks for reading.

Hardcore Butch vs. Lipstick Lezbo

I often wonder what makes a gay woman become butch. One could argue that from birth they didn't feel feminine like their little friends. Instead of playing with dolls, they wanted to play with Tonka trucks and ride BMX bikes with the boys.

After my first few experiences cruising Craigslist, I soon realized that I'd be instantly connected to all TYPES of women. You've got the pretty girls that like to call themselves "FEMMES"...those are the ladies that look like Me. And then you've got those OTHER girls that like to look like BOYS. No, I'm not calling myself pretty, but I'm calling myself ultra feminine. I'm a girlie girl. I like all things pretty and pink just happens to be my favorite color. I will choose a cute pair of Manolo's over a dusty pair of hiking boots (or whatever it is those other women wear).

I don't really discriminate when I'm on the prowl. I don't care about skin color, although size matters. I'm of average height (5'7 on my flat feet), so clearly I wouldn't want someone 5'2 and 180 pounds. How awkward would THAT be? It goes without saying that I'm not interested in a BBW (big beautiful woman) because that term is often confused with "thick" or "curvy". Those words in ANY combination can be misleading. I'm not rail thin, but I'm not big either. After you have a baby, Mother Nature blesses you with what I like to call "Womanly Curves". So that's what I've got, Womanly Curves.

If you're not really specific in the ads you place on Craigslist, you can get a number of odd responses that you'd probably want to avoid all together. I've never considered myself to be attracted to a butch type of woman. I already have a man, why would I want a WOMAN who looks and acts like a MAN? I prefer a prettier, softer version. I would prefer to deal with a woman who sort of looks like me. Someone stylish, but not too conservative. Someone with a great smile who knows how to properly apply her cosmetics. I can't tell you how many women really don't know how to apply their own make-up! The summer I worked at Nordstrom after high school really paid off!

The problem with ultra feminine women like myself is that they just want to be pleased. Call it selfish, but it's true. I just troll Craigslist to find someone willing to go down on me (and do it well). Oddly you can't begin to imagine all the women who are only interested in doing JUST THAT. I'm not sure if I'd be so willing to go down on some woman that I don't know. So I have to lay down rules when I'm engaging in these conversations - which are borderline like negotiations for NSA (no strings attached) sex. Plus I often question how do two ultra feminine women relate to one another regarding sex. It must be awful hard to get pleased without having to be the pleasER at some point.

The one thing that I've found odd about butch women is that they look hard, but they're probably more sensitive than I am. I met one woman online and we talked a few times on the phone. She described herself as being really pretty in the face, but had a shaved head and basically lived her life like a man. She dressed like a man, acted like a man, thought she was a man. The problem I found is that whenever we spoke and I stepped out of SUPER GIRLIE MODE, she got weird on me. She actually told me to never call her again because she thought I was too HARD. Me? HARD? Give me a break! How can call yourself butch and be more sensitive than the average woman? Hey...BE A MAN ABOUT IT! Ha!

Even my peg leg friend Cate spoke words of after sex snuggling. Sorry, I'm not interested in your sensitivity. Hmmm...maybe I AM too hard.

I think I'm going to try an experiment. Maybe I'll post an ad posing as a butch girl looking for a soft hottie FEMME! I'll even post some of the responses. This is going to be GREAT! See you on Craigslist!

Thanks for reading.

Let's get acquainted!

I've been trying to decide whether or not my PERSONAL stories were interesting enough that people would want to hear about them, let alone become involved in a feedback based forum. After giving it much thought and having a few laughs about it with friends, this blog has been born.

I'm a lot like Carrie from the show Sex In The City, but also a lot like Samantha. My hunger and thirst for all things sexy sometimes overpowers me. About three years ago I became obsessed with Craigslist. I found the casual encounters section unusually enticing. More importantly, the Women4Women section held my attention the most.

Pretty soon I found myself up late at night prowling around on Craigslist. Was I secretly trying to peer into Pandora's Box? I, for one am not the kind of woman to openly admit that I'm into girls, but yes - I'm into girls. I realize now what men adore about us. We have soft curves. We smell good. We are the most beautiful creature walking the Earth. Face it, women are goddesses.

I recently posted an ad looking for a little fun. I notice also that I only troll around Craigslist when I'm hornier than usual. Don't get me wrong, Ben (my ever-so-loving boyfriend of the past 8 years) is good to me. He's a fantastic lover, but sometimes I want more. Sometimes I crave the feeling of someone soft next to me. Ok, the REAL REASON is sometimes I just want someone to bury their face between my legs. Honest to God that HAS to be the BEST orgasm EVER.

Immediately I get all sorts of responses. My ad was pretty specific. I always tell people up front about my relationship because I DO love my man. But I also let them know that I'm in serious need of female companionship in the biblical (or not-so-biblical) sense. The first few bites are one liners. I hate those. I ask for pictures, but you have to be careful because there are lots of men posing as women to collect pictures.

The first three responses come with no pictures - clearly they can't follow directions. Then I get an email from someone by the name of Cate. Although she sent me a one liner, she also included pictures. She's a butch girl...or stud as they're also known. The pictures are kind of artsy, and in black and white. I decide to write her back. We correspond for a bit and decide to take it to the next level. Instant messages! The conversation starts off light and she seems pretty nice.

She asks questions about what I like and what I'm looking for. She tells me that she's been considered a LTR (long-term relationship) lesbian for years. She's well aware of my situation and seems to be ok with it. She tells me that she loves kids and is looking forward to getting to know me and perhaps meeting my daughter. She even invites me over to let my daughter go swimming at her place. But I'm not ready for all of that. Besides, I'm only interested in one thing.

The more we talk, the conversation gets heated. We start talking about sex and now she's trying to make this thing happen TONIGHT. It was 8:00 p.m. when this conversation started and now it's 11:00 - where did the time go? Amanda was sleeping soundly and I have a decision to make. I'm horny and I now have someone willing to drive to my home (although many would consider it irresponsible to invite a stranger to my home with my child there). I chicken out and decide to hold off for another time. Then I notice her avatar.

Carrie: Is your avatar on crutches?
Cate: Yes
Carrie: Oh...
Cate: That avatar is ME. Did you notice how many legs she has?

I'm trying not to laugh, but at this point nobody is there to see this and it's not like I can call my girlfriends and share.

Carrie: So...you only have ONE LEG? A slight oversight on your part, DON'T YOU THINK?
Cate: The conversation hadn't gotten there yet
Carrie: So was I just supposed to be shocked when you got here and I saw that you only had ONE LEG?

Oh my God! She's got to be kidding me!

Carrie: So I suppose if we played the cat and mouse game, you'd lose because you wouldn't be able to catch me...

She tells me that she lost her leg in a farm accident when she was four. A FARM? I'm a city girl, the word "farm" shouldn't even be in my vocabulary. I tell her that it's getting late and that I'd hate for her to drive (with one leg) to my house and fall asleep at the wheel while driving back home. She tells me that she won't fall asleep.

Carrie: Shit happens...tonight isn't a good night.
Cate: Shit doesn't happen to ME...I won't fall asleep.
Carrie: You have ONE LEG and shit doesn't happen to you?

Before we call it a night, our innocent conversation quickly turned into cyber sex. Some of the best I've had in years. And although everything she said sounded great, I couldn't get past the ONE LEG thing. Like if I was spread out on my sofa, and she knelt down beside me, would she toss her crutches to the side or stand them up against the wall and hop over to me?? I just couldn't get that image to go away and every time I think about it I can't help laughing. I know, it seems shallow of me. But this is merely one of my Craigslist adventures...one of many more to cum.

Thanks for reading.