Life, Love, Sex

More Busy Days

There have been lots more busy days to report on.

Where did I last leave off?

Goodness, I haven’t reported on the whole week!

Monday was Bastille day and I went with a bunch of people to the beach to watch the fireworks.  They were really great fireworks, I just wish I had known I’d be watching them while sitting on the beach otherwise I wouldn’t have worn a short skirt!  Afterwards was boring, we just went to a bar and drank outside.  I didn’t drink because I don’t have the stomach to pay 8 euro for 1 drink.  I ended up going home early with another girl who wasn’t feeling well.  The night was a bit of a wash, but whatever.

Tuesday….was a quite anti-social day.  I do those fairly often because I can only handle the people I’m with for so long.

Wednesday was excursion day as usual.  This we went to see the Gorges du Verdon.  Big freaking beautiful canyons.

Comme ca:

This is actually a shot someone else took because I was an idiot and the 1st 30 pictures I took were without my memory card.

We took a bus tour through the mountains (holy fuck, by the way).  Very scary and it made me quite motion sick.  I had to keep my eyes closed and sleep most of the time between each picture stop.

Eventually we stopped for lunch at a lake.

And we took the highway home.  Thank God.

Thursday our French class took a trip to the beach.  We went to Cap Ferrat, a place where the VERY wealthy live.  We visited a Rothschild villa and then grabbed lunch and found a small and uncrowded beach (unlike those in Nice).  It was great.  And once our teacher left at 2, the girls all went topless!  (Except 1 girl who has a complex about her small breasts.)

Yeah, I totally saw hot girls’ boobies.  It was awesome.

Friday I went to the beach in Nice and proceeded to go topless again.  It really is way awesome.  I got a little sunburned on my back though because I fell asleep for a little bit.  Nothing too bad though.

And then that night I had a date with another guy from AFF.  Francois.  From chatting with him earlier that morning, he sounded like he’d be a nice, dirty fuck.  Something Pierre couldn’t give me.  We arranged to meet at 7 down by the beach, but it was a place I was unfamiliar with.

So I didn’t find it.  And I felt awful because I couldn’t call him since I don’t have a French phone (only my US one, and it would be very expensive).  So I walked back to my room (a 20 minute walk) and found him online.

He was a little upset.  But when I explained what happened, he understood and gave me different directions.

I finally got there (after walking to the beach for the 3rd time that day) and he was happy to see me.  He was cute!  And apparently rich.  He took me up to his place which was right there on the Promenade des Anglais (the big avenue that runs along the water) and he was on the top floor with a most spectacular view!  I absolutely could not believe it.

He offered me some water and soon started kissing me.  We undressed and he motioned me to my knees to give him a blow job.  As I did he pinched and squeezed my nipples and breasts.  And said things in French which I don’t know what he said, but that’s fucking hot.

Unfortunately that was all we had time to do that night because he had a dinner with friends to get to.

But he drove me back to my neighborhood in his Audi.  That was hot.  And he said we could get together this week (I hope he’s sincere about that).

Saturday I hooked up with a bunch of people for a trip to Monaco.  We left around noon and spent a looooong day sightseeing there.  We climbed up this gigantic hill to see the palace and sights up there.  We went into the cathedral where the former Prince Rainier is buried, as is Grace Kelly.

Then we went to an aquarium and saw lots of fishies!  I got some great photographs there.  I fell in love with the jellyfish because I was getting some awesome shots.  Here are a few of my favs:

And we also went to the Monte Carlo.  We didn’t go inside the casino though because it costs 10 Euro.

We eventually found somewhere for dinner and we all decided to splurge at a nice restaurant.  I got pizza because even though I was willing to splurge, I just couldn’t bring myself to pay 28Euro for a steak (that’s a $45 steak!).  The pizza was amazing though.  And oh so worth it.

The highlight of the night was when someone ordered steak tartare without realizing what it was!  He speaks pretty good French, so when he ordered it, I didn’t say anything because usually people know what they’re doing when their ordering.  When I ended up cluing him into the fact it was raw meat, he was more than surprised!  But he ate it all!  Said it was really good, but he just wished he didn’t know it was raw meat.  I had to try not to gag as I watched him take bites.  Blech.

But what a great day.  Even though it was sooo exhausting!

So today I just bummed about.  Picked up a few groceries, listened to music, watched a movie.  It was cloudy anyways and I heard some thunder in the early afternoon anyways.

Pierre e-mailed me last night asking if I wanted to hang out today.  I slept on it before answering, but ultimately decided not to.  He’s sweet.  And nice.  But I just wasn’t up for going out.  And I’d rather have no sex then blah sex right now.  Hopefully I’ll see Francois this week though.

Tomorrow starts my last full week in Nice.  Boo

I really, really don’t want to come back.  I may have to move here after I graduate.

And I will totally have a scooter!

Let’s Get Ready to Rumble!

The Blow Job Throw Down between Wendy and I went so quickly in memory. We allotted about an hour for the event so we could still play afterwards at the Sex-O-Rama. But that time really just few by. It was so cold that night! I traded an sense of sexiness to wear jeans and a sweatshirt (Nina Hartley had commented at dinner that night that I looked likd a junior at Madison U.) and I’m glad I did!

It took us a few minutes to set everything up getting chairs for the judges, getting Miss Jo a clock and paper to keep track of time and score, and Wendy and I even managed to score some comfy pillows for us to kneel on. A crowd started gathering as they waited for us to be ready to start and just kept growing. Eeep!

When we were all ready, Jefferson hushed the crowd as he introduced us and explained the rules: 2 judges (anyone with a cock: bio or non-bio) would take a seat in the chairs and be blindfolded. They would receive a fine blow job for 2 minutes from one of us, then there would be a switch where they would get another 2 minute sampling from the other girl. After that they would whisper their choice for 1 or 2 to the score keeper- and all results would be announced at the end.

After so much trash talking, I was finally ready to show everyone what I was made of.

Sammy enthusiastically started the front of the line and was one of the first to be a judge. Wendy took him first and I took my place in front of the man next to him (my apologies for not really remembering who I blew). After Miss Jo yelled Go for the 1st time, the rest of the contest just raced by. I was so excited for the whole event: the adrenaline of doing the best I could in just 2 minutes; feeding off the energy of the huge crowd; enjoying Jefferson’s MCing of the event; and enjoying Match’s overall enthusiasm of the even as he acted as fluffer and kept exclaiming “God, this is the hottest thing ever!!

Match and Marcus were the last 2 to go, and I sprinted through as hard as I could with the finish line in sight: I tugged hard on Marcus’s balls; I sucked Match with such voracity that he screamed for 30 more seconds when our 2 minutes were up. (Poor thing, but I would finish what I started later that night).

By the end of the night, I’d blown 20 cocks, 2 of them non-bio (strap-on), 2 of them I’d made cum (and thus automatic wins for me), some were transguys (new for me), and I’d given myself one hell of a sore jaw. But I used every trick in my book: tongue actions, deep throating, concentrating on the head, sucking hard, sucking slow. A medley, if you will, of all I can do.

And in the end, I totally won!! (The final score is going to be kept secret, but Wendy’s free to divulge it if she wants). It was awesome. But I totally knew all along I would win. I’m just that good. (Even if I do suck cock like a girl, as Marcus said).

I’m still waiting to claim a prize though (other than just bragging rights).

The throw down ended as quickly as it happened and the crowd quickly dissipated to enjoy the rest of the evening. Jefferson, Wendy, and I wandered into the Brothel to check out the happenings in there. I was quickly propositioned by a few of the men from the throw down and quickly lost the rest of my night to “whoring.”

Which, at the time, I didn’t mind so much. But when I’d found out afterwards everything I’d missed in the peep show, I was so bummed. But the pimp at the brothel kept pushing my competitive button (I cleaned out a few guys of all their Kundalini Kash and apparently got the most amount of money from a customer- just for him to eat me out!) Though, at a point I did start to feel like an actual whore, and that wasn’t so fun. Next year I’ll have nothing to do with the brothel. No offense.

Eventually Jefferson and Miss Jo came and got me and we headed over to rendezvous with cabin folks over at Midnight Snack. We ran into Nina Hartley there and I asked her what she thought (having been in the audience) and she said it was very enjoyable and she even commended my technique when I told her my tricks! How cool is that?!

After grabbing a bite, I made a quick trip with Jefferson back to the brothel to get my money from the pimp. I had a couple thousand camp dollars to collect! The pimp was extremely talkative and I needed someone with a stronger backbone to help me just make it a quick transaction. With Jefferson by my side, we were in and out in under 2 minutes. We caught back up with friends and made our way back to the cabin to settle in for the night.

But, being the perverts that we are, that didn’t mean heading to bed (not for everyone at least)…