MISSY Adventures
“Seven already!”

Missy surveys the surrounding as she enters the disco place. ‘Cool’, she thinks to herself, ‘I know most of the people here.’ It was a dance party being thrown by their online community. Kyla, the friend she came with, was already getting in the act of interesting the guys who were checking them out. Missy orders iced tea from the roving waiter, gives him a smile as he goes, and turns in time to come face-to-face with Mark’s chest.

Mark is the latest guy to woo her. She has met him a couple of times already but it was only lately that he’s showed real interest in her. Of course, Missy smiles bitterly, she also knows that the attraction is mostly physical. Anyway, Missy goes through the usual ‘Hi’ and ‘What’s keeping you busy?’ before moving on to say hello to the others at the party. Walking past some clique comprised mostly of nerdy-looking guys and chubby chicks, Missy wonders if the night will find her in bed with Mark for the first time…

Kyla manages to catch Missy after several minutes of mingling and drags her to the dance floor. Kyla already had the hots for a certain guy she saw at the bar and thus intent on dancing her way to creating an impression. Missy cannot help but smile fondly at her friend, who is actually a very good dancer. Soon, both girls were joined by others. Missy starts to relax and really get into the groove when all of a sudden, the weirdest thing…..unfolded.

There was a group of guys hanging out at the corner of the venue, most of whom started joining them. Much to Missy’s surprise, she realized that she has slept with five of them already. Shocked by the realization, she excused herself and went back to their table, only to be joined by Dalton. While sipping her iced tea and faking warmth, Missy suffered a conversation with Dalton, smiling and nodding at the right places while memories and flashbacks go through her mind. ‘Gosh, I just hope he’s not in love with me anymore’, Missy thinks.

To avoid further eye contact, especially since she’s starting to get convinced that Dalton has not fully recovered yet from his infatuation, Missy checked her cell phone to realize that a former FuBu is joining them at the party. To make matters weirder, or worse, Jake is going with Rocky (the last guy to have graced her bed). Missy starts to panic inside. She doesn’t know what to think or do.

Leaving Dalton to sweet talk some other girl, Missy goes back to the dance floor, intending to stay there and avoid any real encounters with any of the guys she’s been with. The bad thing was, she’s the one that ended almost all of the affairs. The worse thing was, all of these guys, in a really unexplainable way, still like her…still want her….still fantasize and crave for her.....and they’ve also always tried to entice her again with promises of pampering and earth-shaking orgasms. Thoughts of how she’d go home unaccompanied by any of them, without having to actually refuse anyone or hurt anyone’s ego, were raising through her mind when Kyla squeals with delight and pulls her back to their table.

When asked why they were going back, Kyla explained that Dalton was talking to the man she’s hoping to interest…at their table! To her chagrin, and with much trepidation, Missy says hello to Kiko. She couldn’t help thinking that if her friend bags Kiko, it would really, really be weird if Kyla shares with her the details. And so it went, most of the night spent dodging questions about who she’s seeing, or when she’s going to spread her legs again, or if a certain guy or tongue ability was missed…also offers of bringing her home (with ‘bring home’ having become just a code word for ‘any sexual encounter or favor’).

Missy grew tired of stressing herself…and around 2 A.M. started allowing herself the possibility of getting laid that night. So, why not take stock of her past lovers, and choose from them, right? After all, they all still react to her body in a positive way…and every one of them has watched her intently that night. Actually, make that ‘watched her lustfully’.

Hmmm…starting with Dalton, Missy smiles as she remembers how Dalton had loved eating her. That was certainly more than a plus. It simply felt great how voraciously darling Dalton would go down on her. But then she remembers that it sometimes felt creepy, with him loving her pussy that much. She’s even wondered if there was anything in her juices that made Dalton fall in love with her in the first place. Naaah, Dalton won’t do. The risk of him finding hope in a future together is just too much.

Henri then…but he’s bisexual. Missy found out too late that he’s cavorted naked with guys too. Sigh, too bad, he adored her tits, knew how to tease and knew how to pump (then again, he also loved doggies way, way too much…..another explanation…for his sexual preference).

Kiko…hmmm….Missy has always loved his height and his shaved head. And he sure knew how to use his finger. By golly, Missy blushes in the dark as she remembers how Kiko has convinced her to trim her pubes…and how he’s managed to give her one orgasm after another just by the use of his finger. Damn, those sessions were sure great. He was the best eater of them all. Too bad Kiko had a lot of traveling to do because of his job and they never could arrange another tryst after the third one. Anyway, isn’t it sweet that he’s offered to bring her home tonight?

Which brings her to Jake. He..is the richest of them all. That alone is a plus since he also has his own place (which means that it won’t be Missy’s bed to be caked by dried cum the day after). But, although he’s a fan of cuddling, he just really never got that hard enough to satisfy Missy. Plus, he’s so small. That one time with him only creeped Missy out…shocking her with the reality that there ARE guys who cannot satisfy an easily-happified woman like her. To think she’s often been told that her G-spot is just very near her vaginal entrance….and this man couldn’t even reach it! Hmmm…what if she just plays it coy, pretends to have her period (and since it’s obvious she’s wearing thongs under that really tight pair of pants, she can also say she wore tampons that night), and just offer to masturbate Jake….(she couldn’t go down on him, he doesn’t trim).

Hans suddenly whispers in Missy’s ear that he’s glad she’s wearing the vanilla scent that he loves on her. Missy cannot help but tingle all over. Hans was a great lover, he can go for hours ramming himself inside her without having to ejaculate. That’s also probably why, three years into their marriage, he still hasn’t sired any kid. Yes, Missy reminds herself with a sigh. He’s the guy who betrayed your trust by never telling you he’s married. And last time she checked, he’s still married. Married. Married. Married.

Another great lover is Eugene. He’s a pleaser. Missy’s nipples erect all the more as she remembers how great all sessions she’s had with Eugene were. Whew, he knew how to pump, how to caress, how to kiss, how to make a woman feel really, really sexy. And the fact that she’s kept him as a FuBu for months was an achievement in itself for Eugene wasn’t the type to ‘commit’ to just one girl. For him, the bed is a playing field and he’s got to have as varied an opponent as possible. And yet, Missy was able to keep him, even make him adore her completely. Too bad, he got so overwhelmed with how good they are together that he had to be indiscreet and tattle on someone within their online community. Shootix, a bad end to a really great coupling.

And so, all that’s left is Rocky. And what he lacked in experience and finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm and length. And girth. The first time they got together, Missy couldn’t even get wet out of fear that she’d burst. His penis was the biggest she’s had! And giving him head always left her mouth…err…challenged.

As Missy grew alternately hot and cold with her musings, her groin responding with sweet warmth at the remembrance of past encounters (doing it with ice cream, having ice cubes eaten off bodies, doing it in the car, massaging a really exhausted lover….), Kyla appears at her side again and told her the latest news on the grapevine. It seems that Mark and another guy they both knew bedded this other girl that Kyla and Missy hang out with. The girl was being talked about. People were also talking about how someone supposedly saw Henri in a kissfest with a guy in a movie house somewhere.

It was like a bucket of icy water. Even mark’s tantalizing smile and ready wit couldn’t interest Missy anymore. She has got to stop giving in to her libidinal needs. Golly, seven men already and she’s only been chatting in that channel for six months! What more, what if these guys ever get to talking about who they’ve nailed within the group….and the fact that she’s gotten so used to comparing one man with others (even in the heat of getting her tits sucked or an orgasm)…..golly…

Missy couldn’t really believe she’s given in to so many guys. And to be dancing with all of them, having them all in the same room with her, not knowing that they were being compared, everyone believing that he’s the only guy to have ever had the honor of ‘knowing’ Missy…….

It just really had to stop that night. Missy vowed that she’ll never have casual, non-committed sex again. She also realized that she’s turned into a slut. And a slut in a really bad place that night.

and this is why i’m scared like hell of ever engaging in casual encounters…esply those resulting online

ahehehe...someone read it and asked if it's my story...guys...please.....sobrang NDE...ampotek...just thought of the concept while wondering what would happen had I agreed to bed and devirginize all those guys who find me...err....sexable...