Submit Your Questions and Suggestions Now – for Second Half of Ashley Interview

I hope you enjoyed reading the first half of my interview last night with Ashley (from Tinder).

Thank you you very much to you three who suggested question; they were tough – probably more difficult to ask than to answer, but I managed to ask all of them.

Here is another chance for everyone to participate – you’ve got about an hour and 1/2 to submit questions for me to ask Ashley during the second half of her interview tonight.

If you missed the first half from last night, here is a link: First part of Ashley Interview

You may suggest questions by commenting on this post or submit anonymously if you’d like using the following form.

Thank you for your participation and thanks for reading.

D

 

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Have someone Coming over for Interview in a about an hour, let me know some shocking questions you’d like me to ask her.

I don’t do Tinder. Much. I open it up sometimes and swipe when I’m out somewhere and have a few moments to kill, I’ve only met up with one person from Tinder.

Tonight will be the second person I’ve met on Tinder – only meeting her because she agreed to come do an interview, and because her pics don’t suck.

The good part is I don’t know her – just swiped her last night while out having sushi, and Tindering, so I can ask her just about anything w/out much shame: I won’t ask her anything that would hurt her feelings of course; but, pissing her off or triggering moral sensibilities, bring it.

You can submit questions below – and no matter how shocking or personal,  intrusive or sexual, I will ask them.

 

 

This is true – to the letter, so it better be hot: last week in Vegas continued…

One thing that is different now, I do less gambling but bet much more. When I was younger, I’d play more games, gamble much later- start much earlier, and usually play until there wasn’t enough left to gamble with.

Now, I don’t waste time on games I don’t want to play – and don’t gamble just to waste time. And, I don’t join a table because hot women are there. I still don’t enjoy gambling sober, but now I’ll pay for a martini or two, and won’t gamble ahead of a buzz. And when I do, I throw it down. It is a losing bet, an unfair deal… and then there’s luck. Why should we project undo requirements of prudence upon behavior that is so favored against us that we must be getting drunk to engage in.

I say fuck it, if I’m going to do something stupid, volunteer for odds against me, make a it a statement; luck doesn’t need time to think things over, I play roulette mainly, and am not a high roller; still, I’ve got over $100 out there on any given role.

I wasn’t winning the first night, but not losing enough to go to bed. Eventually the Irish coffees or tequila shots, put to rest thoughts about going to bed. I think the rest of the family had gone to sleep – the high rollers and my Aunt may have been up gambling somewhere.

I was playing downtown where the casinos are a bit more casual – the minimum stakes more affordable. At this place, the dealers actually take rotations dancing on tables in the pit when they’re not dealing. 100%, look it up. So, many of the dealers had good bodies, – some were clearly not hired for their counting skills: not a problem, I can count.

I cannot recall how many times I’ve tried to score with dealers – too many times. I can recall how many times I succeeded. Zero. Even a few times when I was sure it was a lock – that we were practically soulmates, zero. Unless there is a conspiracy against me, dealers cannot and do not fuck the gamblers; ever. So, I’ve long since stopped bothering.

The dealers were friendly – one of them was particularly fun. I focused on my numbers, yet couldn’t ignore her huge tits and how they came out of her bikini-like top almost to where her nipples had to be but never farther. They were natural, not “Vegas brand” boobs – (yes, relax, it’s trivial but I’m a guy – and for some, these details are interesting)

I’d never heard the name before, “Perlah.” Perlah was in her early thirties and had a very large chest – unlike May, the only other Filipina I’d ever been with, (read my first book Dare for full details on that)
I was sitting in the one seat at every roulette table that’s on the inside of the table, right next to the dealer. This dealer, Perlah, was being flirtatious with the table. I was drinking and concentrating.

A few of the guys at the table were flirting back, one was being obnoxious – he kept trying to grab the dealer’s hand as she waved “no more bets.” Also, he kept trying to “brommunicate” to me how great her tits were. Then my upper arm ran into her tit while I was reaching across to put chips on the number eight – was an innocent accident on both our parts, but the collision was right on the money.

I apologized, of course; she must have noticed I was the more embarrassed about the mishap so she teased me.

“Hey, no hitting on the dealer,” she said.

“No, sorry, not doing that.  I bet it gets really old – I’m sure you have drunk guys hitting on you non-stop – working here.”

“And girls,” she said.

Hmm, that was a fun answer. “Girls?”

“Sometimes.”

“Anyway, when I’m ready to hit on you, I’ll try to choose a tactic other than ramming my elbow into you. I’m kidding, won’t hit on you, you’ve got enough of that to deal with… not that I… you know what I mean.

“See, the handsome guys don’t, unfortunately.”

Polite – patronizing – or, what was she saying, doing exactly? Perhaps my tequila shots were hearing things? But, it’s in my nature to seek clarity:

“Who, I’m handsome?”

“Duh.. no more bets.” She said.

“Careful, I might have another accidental collision with your boob if you keep talking like that.”

“Promise?”

What the fuck, she’s hitting on me now, right? Crazy. I was careful not to ram her boob again, but we kept talking. I told her about the other Filipina I knew, May. I didn’t tell her what happened at the “Dare” party of course, but I did tell her about May’s strict parents, and how shy May was until she’d get a few drinks in her, then not so-shy.  Perlah said it sounded like her, what I was describing about May.

“What, you go from serious casino dealer to nympho after a few drinks?”

“I don’t know, ‘ you’d have to buy me a few drinks to find that one out I guess.”

No she didn’t… what? She’s fucking with me… or, maybe not?

“Okay, now you’re teasing.. and flirting for tips; but, no doubt I’d like to make that experiment happen.

“How rude, I don’t flirt for tips, I flirt for free,” she said.

I was confused, and horny, and … mainly confused, so I let it go.

Perlah rotated to another table and I played for another hour before she returned. While she was gone, I looked around the room to see where she was – a few times; and, one of the times, she noticed and looked back right at me. The look she gave me left me spinning in thought – fantasizing, interpreting…. I didn’t regain full vigilance until Perlah returned to my table.

This time around, we both knew something was happening – subliminally, hyper-hormonal,  she was dealing her table as I was playing, but we were both somewhere else, alone, negotiating.

Still, I wasn’t going to move on this – dealers don’t play – wasn’t going to fall for it.

She told me she was off after the next rotation. Then waited two more rolls before elaborating. “A few of us might go have a drink at the Golden Nugget after we get done if you want to join us. I’m done here in a few minutes and should be over there in about twenty – not sure how long I’ll be there though, have to get home.

I had several questions – didn’t dare ask any.

“Okay,” I said, and found her at the Golden Nugget half hour later. She stood up and gave me a hug – it is farther than I’d ever gotten with any dealer, or pit boss (don’t judge – I’ve seen a few hot pit bosses). She had changed out of her sexy dealer/dancer outfit, into a pants & t-shirt, civilian looking one.

There was one co-worker there with her, who gave me a big, tit-squishing, hug when Perlah introduced me.

“This is the handsome man causing me distraction all night.”

“This is the gorgeous dealer making me not care that I was losing money all night.”

 

Continued – see next post

 

We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

Tell me: Just horny Curiosity About You


Results

Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? This blog gives me more Orgasms than hubby
Ask me something personal and sexy how thick is your cock? big balls?

Sinner Saint answer: come over and show me your tits and see for yourself

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Description of what you do and how you get a girl to climax
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? i masturbate almost everyday after work before boyfriend gets home
Ask me something personal and sexy what is something unusual that really turns you on?

Sinner Saint answer:  hairy bush

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about describe a fav sexual fantasy in detail
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Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? Everyone thinks i am so good but i have frequent rape fantasy about large men cumming in me in every hole.
Ask me something personal and sexy what would you want to do to me if you could do any sex act:

Sinner Saint answer: anal, duh

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about seduction
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? we’ve had sex and u have no idea I found your blog. married now & not nearby but think about u. hint – fashion
Ask me something personal and sexy are you painting?

Sinner Saint Answer: no, who is this?

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about waiting for you to talk about our adventure
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I got Dare and the part where the girl is on your lap then ran off too shy to say anything… that’s been my “go to” for several weeks.

Sinner Saint Answer: Have a few more stories to tell about May, everything that girl does fascinates me.

Ask me something personal and sexy did you ever have sex with or see Paula again?( if she is a real person )

Sinner Saint: she’s very real. I saw her again and the details are in dare 2. short answer,  I was dating Morgan after Dare one, Paula and husband were having issues and she stayed with us for a while. As you can probably guess, not a good idea, but a good story.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Any followups on what is going on with the friends in dare would be interesting.
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? When I wear skirts to work I totally tell when boss is looking to see between my legs and I like it
Ask me something personal and sexy Do you like to see up a girls skirt? What panties would you want me to be wearing if you saw up mine?

Sinner Saint: Who wouldn’t like such a sight. Wouldn’t like to get caught doing it like your boss. sheer white panties would be good.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Ever see or try to see up a girls skirt at work?

Sinner Saint:  had a co-worker/cubical-mate who liked to show me what panties she was wearing – would pull her skirt up and tell me to take a look.

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Currently Horny? i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I am really bored and dying for some excitement. Playing with myself this much is getting ridiculous.
Ask me something personal and sexy Don’t want to be too unfaithful but can you suggest something that would be stimulating?Sinner Saint Answer: Go grocery shopping without a bra. Get a message and wear nothing. Layout and sunbathe nude in your backyard, Go to https://naughtypolls.com and answer naughty poll questions. Come let me interview you topless. Go to a sex shop and have the person working there show you all of the toys and vibrators. Go to a strip club during the day and get a lap dance. Get this clone a willy kit make a vibrator with your husband that looks just like his dick. Go to a health club and sit in the sauna or steam room in your underwear. Go buy some black thong panties. Read by book Dare before Dare 2 comes out and tell me your favorite part. Get on tinder and have a drink with someone and wear your new panties, kiss him and then leave. Hire a masseur off Craig’s list to come to your house and give you a massage.
(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Have you known any bored wives or girlfriends? what did they do?

Sinner Saint: If not for bored wives and girlfriends I’d probably be celibate. But, yea, I’ll write about some.

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A Weekend in the Life Part 6: But First a fight

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then it continued on to …

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

and …

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

and …

Part Four: Weekend in the life: Sheryl comes and goes, stage is set

and …

Part Five: Weekend in the life: There is Calm Before the Debauchery.

and then here to …

Part Six

In my cleverness, I figured the occasion an opportunity to sneak some questionable behavior for cheap. I was already feeling sick with guilt from the Sheryl escapade, whatever I might do to feel guilty about for at least the next twenty four hours, would be added to the price I was going to be paying anyway. (wow, perhaps I was brilliant.)

I mainly wanted anything that could distract me from the self loathing. When I drank, in addition to the hangover, I always had the “guilts” the next day. Even when I didn’t do anything very wrong (not likely). At that moment after Sheryl Left, I had the usual guilts for my overindulgence the night before, I had the Sheryl stunt  compounding upon things.

As a matter of surviving my state of mind, I had to engage in something profoundly distracting. The first distraction to come was a big one – but not the sort I was hoping for. My two asshole roommates returned. My actual roommate still hadn’t returned from his girlfriend’s. He was cool and became a good friend; The two that shared the other room were nothing like us – and weren’t fond of us. They were Juniors – had a year on us, and were more down to  business, my roommate and I were more interested to learn about ourselves – or, about women and indulgences The dick roommates are a whole other story – not a very sexy one like this would be.

Just for context, picture the most anally retentive person you know; now, image they were ridiculously arrogant and smug. I was a bit cocky too, but in a very different way. While i may have had confidence in myself, the roommates arrogance involved looking down on everyone.

They couldn’t have paired us all better – my roommate and I were wild and rule breaking free spirits who got along with most everybody – usually too busy judging ourselves to pass judgement upon our school mates.

The other two roommates didn’t hang out with anyone in the complex – except for my neighbor friend Natalia and her roommate. About once a week for a month or two – they’d been having the girls over for a formal, sit down meal. My roommate and I were never invited – we’d often be waiting for Natalia to be done with the torture and come play with us.

The most arrogant and rigid of the two confronted me as I was getting a drink from the fridge. Both of them did – but it was just “Branton” the arrogant douche who did the talking. It wasn’t much of a discussion. I was going to apologize about the morning, but he saved me the trouble – he wanted to bitch and threaten me. He said something about no more having people over after (whatever time) and before (whatever time). I didn’t take note – wasn’t any chance in hell I’d have some douche roommate dictate my behavior or lay down some curfew. I would have listened to his concerns and probably even made some concessions; was never my intention to be inconsiderate.

Branton was worked up. After he laid down his rules for me, as soon as he paused for a breath, I calmly responded, how about you go fuck yourself, I live here, I’d do what I please. I thought it was a reasonable response to such threatening demands. Turns out it triggered him a bit. He charged right at me and plowed me into the refrigerator. Before I”d even decided my next move, his cuck buddy roommate was pulling him off and getting between us.

It was sort of funny actually. Branton pointed his finger and yelled about how he was going to kill me and throw me through a wall. Amazing how strong his small buddy was – keeping this larger, enraged guy from getting to me. I was grateful for it – the issue hardly ranked as something worth fighting for. There’s very few things I will fight for – being offended isn’t one of them. I’d only fought three times since grade school. As hot headed as Branton was, I think it would have ended bad for him as it had for the others I’d’ fought  – he must have thought so too or he’d have gotten around his small friend.

A full on fight was diverted for the time being, but now that the issue was in play, further confrontation was inevitable. I wasn’t going to live another night with the asshole – some maniac who attacks me. He wasn’t worth fighting – it was an easy decision to leave. I left the apartment with my keys – knowing I had to stay away for the rest of the weekend, or fight Branton.

I went straight to the university housing office, told them my roommate attacked me, and needed to be rehoused. They hopped right on it – apparently getting attacked by enraged roommates was high on the list of acceptable reasons to request housing reassignment. They told me to check back in a few hours and they’d find me some options.

Yes, you are right – not very sexy this talk about angry roommates and fighting; it’s a big part of everything that happened that weekend – perhaps not great to read about and not much fun to write about, but the contrast and context is will will hopefully make the next part of this story sing.

We shouldn’t give up on this story just yet, because here’s where the story of the weekend really begins. The darker moments of the weekend were behind me, and it didn’t take an hour before the story changes dramatically.

I did say at the end of the last part, that the next post would be very crazy and hot. The hot part I promised starts with the next part of the story, my word on it.