Nina.
Wow, what can I say about the woman? I've only known her a little over a year, but it seems like I'd been waiting forever for her.
Call me a nut case, I don't give a fuck. See, when it comes to things like men and women, I have my own set of standards that you will most likely not hear from any other man.
The majority of the guys in the business I am in will whore themselves out for the first pair of tits that walked by, well, at least whore themselves to the young "model types" anyway.
Me? My outlook is different.
Being a bisexual guy (that isn't ashamed to admit he's a horny one most of the time), I would whore myself for any man, but women, I'm picky.
For starters, women have to be twenty five or older. Nothing's too old if she's got a big ass and a tight pussy.
That's my thing; they have to be curvy, have nice skin, dark hair, beautiful eyes and a big ass. Anything else can shoo.
That's where Nina comes in; she's met about all of my criteria for women. There's a seventeen year age difference (though Nina tends to be young for her age) between us, the beautiful dark blue eyes, the dark hair, and THE ASS.
She's also intelligent; you'd be amazed how much she and I have in common and the array of subjects we can discuss.
Plus, it's nice to know someone like Nina can choose my brains over some other guy's beauty.
In my book, she's hot, and as I was eventually going to find out, she was amazing in bed. Aren't all older, big women that way?
If she was tiny, I would have diverted my attention elsewhere. Add to that that I get women like her. Simple, no complexity, straight to the point about shit. Others just confuse me with their actions.
It's true; those big, experienced women rock. You all just don't know what you're missing.
Men, if they're legal, tight, can give good head and are willing to have us fuck each other's brains out, who cares?
When it comes down to loving/sex/whatever you call it these days, a man could walk in my door and get me on my knees. A woman will get the whole slow sensual kissing and all those other nice things women love.
And forget about getting chicks drunk and taking advantage of them like some guys do; I don't take advantage. I ask them to fuck BEFORE they're wasted, it just gets done AFTER we've had a few too many.
Now that I have all of that out in the open, let's discuss Nina.
We met a year ago, through a mutual friend, who introduced us. The irony back then? We didn't even like each other. Who would guess a year later, we would be so damn close, let alone eventually having sex?
There were the exchange of messages, marathon online chats when my schedule allowed, and one night, even though I looked like shit, I actually got up the balls to get on webcam one night.
Nina was thrilled, to say the least. We would have a few more cam sessions after that, especially once she'd gotten hers.
I'm not going to lie; I was crushing big time on this lady, stroking off practically every night at the fantasy of us together, and had been for the past year.
Thing was, way back in the beginning, she favored my best friend—at least at first.
But in the last several months, it appeared she was switching favorites, to my delight. Since it appeared to be the case on her part, it was time to turn up the charm even higher on mine.
I'd flirt. I'd show to a degree of the crush I had on her the past year. When I dragged out the old Photoshop program and made a card for her birthday, she was thrilled. Needless to say, I've been in heaven.
And now that we had had a show in her city, we were meeting up. I couldn't wait for the damn thing to be over so I could clean up, dress to impress, sneak out the back and then go hunt her down.
Once I'd gotten back to the hotel, I spotted Nina within the first ten minutes. She'd been talking to a few other people, which I didn't mind; I wasn't the only guy in town whose work she admired.
But when some dude that looked like a drunk college kid started hitting on Nina, I pounced.
"Hey you!" I yelled. "Paws off, creature!"
Nina was confused until she saw who had done the yelling. "Well hello to you too, Brian," she joked. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."
"We were just talking, man," Drunk Kid added. "No big deal."
