How She Reads Your Celebrity Fantasies

Here's an old and favorite article of mine, reprinted from AskMen.com http://www.askmen.com/dating/heidi_150/157_dating_girl.html

There are many things a woman looks at in order to get an impression of a man's personality before she decides to get involved with him. She might analyze his clothes, his demeanor and the way he treats other people, but the things she finds desirable or undesirable may not always be obvious to him.

One of the tools women use to take mental inventory of men is to assess whether or not they’re worth keeping based on who they’re attracted to. Women are intensely interested in knowing what types of girls their man finds attractive — hence; the landmine, yet so innocently posed question, "Which of my friends do you find hot?"

The roots of this preoccupation are twofold:

1) Your girl compares herself to every woman she sees (especially
those you find attractive) because she wants to see how she stacks up.

2) She sees the girls you're into as a reflection of the kind of guy you are.
We take this latter fact to be especially true in the case of which celebrities guys find hot, because these are some of the only women we reveal our true feelings about. Much of your sexual appetite can be foretold by your preference for super-controlling types, or sweet, girl-next-door babysitter babes. Below are some of the favorite common celebrity babes, what they represent, and how women judge you based on which type you're into.

1 - The Jolie

Her type: The rebellious/bad girl
What this says about you:  Men who crush on Angelina Jolie are often seen as secure in themselves intellectually, because any relationship with this smokin' hot actress would involve a challenge to the intellect. But, because this crush is so forward and obviously uninhibited, the men who lust for her may be those who have trouble expressing their own desires sexually, and enjoy it when a woman takes the reigns.
Like Jolie, Kirsten Dunst seamlessly pulls off a controlled, pragmatic and intelligent temptress vibe. She can also be a bit intimidating to men. Demi Moore takes the bad girl role to a whole new snap-you-in-half level, upping the ante for men who like powerful, naughty women.

When you tell a girl that you’re into these intense celebrities, you’re sending an equally intense message about your sexual desires. Women are often attracted to the idea of playing this powerful (and steamy) sex kitten role in a sexual relationship, but no woman wants to be your security crutch, so make sure she also knows you can take control sometimes.

Find out whether you like the good girl, the wierd girl or the party animal...

2 - The Aniston

Her type: The good girl
What this says about you: Since the time she made her big hit as Rachel on Friends,  Jennifer Aniston has churned up images of high school sweethearts in micro-mini cheerleading skirts. She comes across as naïve, sweet and often seems helpless, but with a naughty side just waiting to be uncovered.

Likewise, Jessica Alba has a name for being sweet and sexy all in one.  She's got the air of a little girl who needs your support — but will reward you well for it. She demands respect, but is saucy at the same time. Your girlfriend will appreciate your crush on the good girls because they don't come off as having an empty image, rather they give off an air of a sweet, girl next door type. 

Naomi Watts and her 1,000 watt grin evokes the same images. Watts gets her ever-so-curious journalistic self into all kinds of jams, and can‘t you imagine being the hero to her distress? A guy who's into this kind of woman would need to take care of her, to be strong yet gentle, and women love those qualities in men. 

3 - The Lohan

Her type: The par-tay girl
What this says about you: This girl likes to party. She's in-your-face, she's arrogant, and she shows off her external assets in a most unabashed way. There is no question why men would find this package attractive; however, both this girl's age, and her all-night kegger reputation can make those who crush on her come off as shallow and noncommittal.


If Lindsay Lohan's reputation of bouncing from guy to guy and starting catfights over each one doesn't scare away a man, he's probably okay with the idea of being used up and thrown away. This is not the image you want to give to a possible new sweetheart.

Two more of this variety are Paris Hilton and Tara Reid. Both share with Lohan the propensity to catfight and the love for partying. In fact, Hilton and Lohan actually share catfights, as well as the spoiled wealthy-youngster attitude. This means doing it in the bathroom stall and never saying, "’til death do us part" — not a welcome message to women who want to settle down.

4 - The Barrymore

Her type: Eccentric and unusual
What this says about you: While Drew Barrymore does have some accomplishments under her belt, including acting from the time she was a child, her tumultuous life has made her seem, well, different (not anyone can marry Tom Green, after all). Your attraction to a quirky girl will create a feeling of appreciation in your leading lady. If you can like a girl who wears her oddities on her sleeve, then your girlfriend will feel like she can be herself around you.


With strange roles and life histories alike, Winona Ryder and Christina Ricci are other oddball pinups. Ryder, with movies like Beetlejuice and Edward Scissorhands and a known penchant for stealing, clearly lets her inner-strange out, and Ricci picks roles as diverse and unconventional as she is.
A crush on this type of woman indicates a love for spontaneity, and an anything-goes attitude, which is fun for women. As long as your girl doesn’t fear she’ll wake up to find you’ve arranged a séance in her living room, a little character can go a long way.

So you're into blonde bombshells like Jessica Simpson? Don't tell your girlfriend...

5 - The Simpson

Her type: The blonde “hot-ditz” bombshell
What this says about you: Because there is little to be known of Jessica
Simpson but her, well, "outer attributes," a crush on her will tell your woman that this is all you're after — at least in a crush. Jessica Simpson can be whiny and spoiled (as evidenced in many of her Newlyweds outbursts), and many men have seen little of her inner qualities besides her stint on The Dukes of Hazzard.

Since a vacuous, whiny girl is not high on most men's wish lists, your girl can only assume that Jess's looks alone have hooked you. Other blondes whose looks might have caught you: Sienna Miller or Kate Bosworth. Both have made few contributions to their careers that don‘t depend on their looks and shiny-go-happy attitudes, so it would seem to women that the attraction stems solely from bottle-blonde hairdos and bikini bodies. This type of shallow lust is not a particularly desirable trait in a man.

choose your crushes wisely

While most of these women can be seen as good or bad to your girlfriend, there are a bunch of celebrity crushes that could lead you straight to the single life. Saying you’re into Pamela Anderson (fake, early-'90s) or Hilary Duff (unless you have a 10-year-old daughter) is not going to win you any awards. If she is arrogant, dirty or outlandish (read: Shannen Doherty, Christina Aguilera, and Heather Graham), your woman might reflect those traits onto you.


All this considered; it's doubtful she'll run the other way based on this alone. She does recognize celebrity crushes are not always the truest test of a man's tastes; these starlets are made-up and sexed-out beyond all ordinary recognition. But if you're trying to impress a girl who's new on your horizon, be careful who you cite as your optimal fantasy fling or she will fling you right out the window.

An Open Letter to Playboy Playmate Carrie Jean Yazel Steilen

Dear Carrie,

It was once a rare thing were an admirer could reach out to someone and actively communicate and engage with that person, but today, thanks to the internet and social media, it is now possible.  There has been so much I wanted to tell you and so much I wanted to ask you about with regards to your experience posing for Playboy magazine and the life of a Playmate.

When you first appeared in the May 1991 issue of Playboy magazine, I moved into my first apartment.  For the first time in my life, I was living alone and was enjoying the autonomy and freedom that went along with that. This was important for me because I finally had the privacy that I needed to get to know my body better and explore my sexuality.  Along with many other Playboy Playmates, you played an important role in that exploration.

Before this, I had to act quickly and quietly to fulfill my curiosities and satisfy my urges. My explorations were also secret that I harbored.  I never told anyone what I was doing and always felt guilty and ashamed of my actions.  It wasn't until I started reading Playboy that I started to learn that what I was doing wasn't abnormal.

This brings me to you, Carrie.  I saw you in the pages of the magazine and you were so beautiful.  I quickly got aroused from your photos and was ready to explore all those feelings and desires I had.  This time, there wasn't going to be a knock on the door or anyone to hide from.  I could take my time to enjoy the sensations all over my body while I pleasured myself to your photos.  I learned how to delay orgasm by touching myself just to the point of release, then slowing down to let the sensation die down before I tried again.  It took 5 times before the feelings were too much for me to handle and I reached an incredible orgasm.

It was your Playmate video that took my explorations to the next level.  After looking at pictures of Playmates, I was finally able to hear your voice and watch you move.  You have such a sweet, sexy voice and it felt like you were talking to me, telling me about yourself as I once again enjoyed myself.  One part of your video triggered new fantasies, new sensations in my body and mind.  Six minutes into your video, you were dancing topless in the kitchen eating honey.  When you used the honey dipper and brought it to your beautiful mouth with all that honey spilling onto your beautiful breasts, I couldn't hold back and reached a volcanic orgasm.  It was that day that I discovered something new that turned me on: bukkake.  To bless your beautiful body with my essence is an image that I constantly think about to this day.

Now in this age of the internet, I've searched all over for pictures of you.  I've compiled and collected as many photos of you from your Playmate spread, photos from Playboy's newsstand specials like Playboy Lingerie, appearances at conventions like Glamourcon, and anything else of you that I can locate.  I'll dim the lights and run slide shows of your pictures, leaving me hands free to touch and caress my body while I look at, admire and worship your beautiful images.  I've even connected with other men online who has mutual admiration for Playboy Playmates and we have shared photos and fantasies about you while we simultaneously pleasure ourselves while looking at you.  I wish you could see the smile on my face during my acts of self love.  You provide me with so much joy over the years and you've always been part of my sex life.  Without you, my sexual explorations would be very different than they currently are.

I wish I could meet you and show you what I do.  You wouldn't have to remove your clothes or touch me.  I would just want you to see me nude and watch me as I fondle my penis in your honor.  I've looked at your beautiful, nude body for years.  It's only fair and right that you can look at mine.

Carrie, I hope you're not upset or offended by my confession.  I've always wanted to tell you these things and was never sure how to tell you.  I want you to know that these experiences have brought me tremendous pleasure over the years and I always feel happy and blissful after them.

I would love to hear from you sometime and hope that you might read this and let me know what you think about what I told you.

You still look as beautiful as ever.

Love,

Brad

An Open Letter to Deborah Reel from Agnes Scott College - Playboy's Women of Women's Colleges, April 1991

Dear Deborah,

"First impressions are the most lasting."  The first impression you made on me has lasted over 20 years and to this day it is still a strong and powerful one.

I still remember the first time I saw you.  The April 1991 issue of Playboy magazine arrived in my mailbox and took it along with the rest of my mail up to my apartment.  I put the mail on the kitchen table, but unwrapped the magazine and took it to my bedroom to relax and flip through.  On the cover I saw last month's Playmate Julie Clarke wearing rollerblades and she looked great.  I opened the magazine and first flipped through the pictorals before going to the interview, 20 questions and the Playboy Advisor.  I started with the Playmate of the Month and saw Christina Leardini. She's beautiful and sexy and I knew that I'd be spending the next month looking at her with my penis in my hand or mounting and humping my pillow, but I wanted to see who else was in the magazine.

I went to the next set of pictures mentioned on the cover: The Women of Women's Colleges.

I love college girls, especially the smart ones.  I went through the 10 page spread looking at these beautiful and sexy women and admiring their beauty.  Yes, Playboy got it right, and they saved the best for last.  There you were on the final page: Deborah Reel, from Agnes Scott College.

My God, you were so beautiful and sexy.  I loved your red hair both above and below, your sexy green eyes, and your amazing body.  My penis got rock hard the moment I saw you and I knew that you were going to be the subject of my masturbatory fantasies that afternoon.

I went to the bathroom to get a clean towel and made my way back to my bed.  After laying one of my pillows on the bed lengthwise and putting the towel on top of it, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down to my knees, giving my erection room to breathe.  Needing more room to move, I slide my pants all the way down to my ankles as I pushed my shirt up.  I placed the Playboy magazine just above one end of the pillow so I could look at you when I humped it, then mounted the pillow as if I had you underneath me in missionary position.

It felt so good to rub my erection against the pillow.  I supported my upper body with my forearms as I gazed on that one picture of you Debroah as I thought about what it would feel like to have my body pressed against yours, to have my nipples pressed up against your beautiful breasts and to feel your soft pubic hair brushing alongside mine.

I couldn't take my eyes off of you and continued staring at the picture and into your beautiful green eyes as I continued rocking my pelvis against the pillow pretending it was you that I was inside of.  I put all my lust, my love, my sexual frustration into each thrust, expressing my desire for you.  I would then put my face in my pillow, kissing it pretending I was kissing you along your cheeks, then to your lips and chin, moving down to your neck and those beautiful breasts.

I could feel my orgasm build up and wasn't able to hold it.  Oh God, Deborah, I was going to cum for you and cum hard.  I was able to hold back long enough to grab the phone and call the 900 number in the article to vote for you as my favorite woman of the women's schools.  When I had a chance to leave you a message is when I realized what I could do.  I could leave you a message where you hear me cum to your picture.

Once I heard the beep I let it go and reached orgasm, moaning than screaming out your name in ecstasy.  I was so loud that the entire building may have and at that moment in time I didn't care.  It felt so good and it was so empowering to leave you a message that you may or may not have heard of me expressing my pleasure and joy.

Deborah, I still remember the first time I saw that one picture, and the first time you brought me to orgasm.  There have been many many more and I wish I could tell you about.  I've always wondered what happened to you after Playboy and what ever became of your life.  Did you get married, have kids, have a successful career?  Do your friends and family today know about  the time when you posed for Playboy?  I'd love to hear from you and hope that you might find this one day when you Google your name and respond to tell me.

I hope your are doing well and hope you find comfort and have a smile on your face knowing the impression that one photo of you in Playboy has had on me.

Yours always,

Brad
masturbationsuperstar@yahoo.com

An Open Letter to 1992 Penthouse Pet of the Month Anja Josefsen

Anja Josefsen is my all time favorite Penthouse Pet. In the past I have emailed the folks at Penthouse asking how I could write to her and was told that they had lost touch with her and don’t know of a way to contact her.

Since Penthouse hasn’t kept in touch with her, I’d like to present this open letter to Anja Josefsen in hopes that she is out there, Googles herself and finds this.

An Open Letter to Anja Josefsen, Penthouse Pet of the Month December 1992

Dear Anja,

It has been years since you appeared in the pages of Penthouse magazine, but you have left a lasting impression on this reader. I remember the day I bought your magazine. As a subscriber to Playboy, I always had my monthly exposure to beautiful women posing in the nude and as a man had my supply of erotic imagery to stimulate my sexual fantasies and my masturbation sessions. This particular month was different. Although the beautiful Barbara Moore graced the pages of Playboy as Playmate of the Month that same month, I was looking for more erotic stimulation.

I walked into the newsstand and saw Penthouse on the shelf. Gennifer Flowers was on the cover, with an pictoral and interview where she talked about her affair with Bill Clinton. I already had the desire to buy the magazine, and Gennifer’s cover story was an added incentive to buy it. I took it to the counter to purchase and I was so nervous. What was the cashier going to think of my purchase? Would he judge me as a pervert who was going to be using this periodical for masturbatory purposes? Nothing happened, I made my purchase and took the magazine home.


When I got home I began going through the pages of the magazine, reading Gennifer’s tell all about Bill Clinton and admiring her pictures. Then I got to the Pet of the Month section and was taken by your beauty. My god, you are so sexy. My first impression was that you were a hotter, sexier version of Paulina Porizkova.

My first instinct was to get my pants down to my ankles. At that time of my life, I would masturbate with my clothes on. My shirt would be on and my pants would be just above my knees or at my ankles while I humped my pillow or stroked off in the bathroom. It was always a safeguard against being interrupted or caught. I would have access to my clothes and be able to quickly get dressed if needed. This particular day that wasn’t going to happen. I stripped down naked for you and neatly put my clothes in a pile next to me. I wasn’t going to hump my pillow or jerk off in the bathroom either. I got comfortable in the room just inside the door of my apartment, positioning myself on the floor, leaning against the wall and opening my legs spread eagle exactly like one of your photos in the spread.


I positioned the magazine to my left outside of my legs to avoid hitting it. You see, speaking of Paulina Porizkova, I had made the mistake of positioning a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue looking at the picture of Paulina and Kim Alexis between my legs and the strength of my ejaculation landed in the magazine, giving Kim a facial and Paulina a pearl necklace. I had to dispose of that magazine and didn’t want to have that happen again.

I wrapped my hand around my very erect and throbbing penis and started softly and slowly stroking myself. I was rock hard long before I got my clothes off from looking at you. It felt so good. I would look into your eyes and not be able to take mine off you. I took my sweet time masturbating to your pictures, spending extending periods of 10, 15, 20 minutes gazing at one page. My excitement would build up and I would slow down and back off just so I could enjoy that sensation in my penis without climaxing. The precum arrived pretty quickly and I massaged it in creating a lubricant for my penis. When I’m lubricated, I have the courage to explore closer to the head. You see Anja, I never touch the head of my penis since it is so sensitive. But when I’m lubed, I can touch that one spot just underneath the head and it is a heavenly situation. Having you look at me while I’m experiencing such pleasure was fantastic. I don’t mean to brag. Maybe I do. But I can self confidently tell you that I spent two hours masturbating to your magazine that day and when I finally decided to let go and orgasm, it was one of the most intense and incredible feelings I had during self love at that point of my life.

It was amazing and created a special place in my fantasy life for you. I have masturbated to your magazine countless times, wondering what you would think if you knew and how you might react if you did or if you saw me.

You also played a role in one of the more embarrassing masturbatory experiences I have had. Years later, during one of my sessions looking at you and fantasizing about doing the most wonderful things to your body, I had the rather awkward and embarrassing experience of being caught in the act. I remember that day well too. It was MLK Day and I had the day off from work. I felt horny that particular morning and since I didn’t have to go into work, I decided to satisfy my morning erection with some self pleasure. I took your magazine out and put on Shania Twain’s “Come On Over” CD to set the mood. I once again assumed the spread eagled position for you and began my session. About 10 minutes into my session, Janice, my apartment manager walked into my bedroom and saw me on the bed in this very private moment and let out a startled yelp. Janice said “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” and ran out of my apartment. She had called later to apologize for what happened and explained to me that a message she got for a maintenance request was wrong. Whoever took the message wrote the wrong unit down. The request came from apartment 240, not my apartment, 214. The interruption killed the mood and the embarrassment brought my arousal down. After Janice called to apologize, you once again got me in the mood and I was able to stroke to orgasm.

Anja, I’ve wanted to tell you for years that I think you are without a doubt the most beautiful and sexiest woman to ever grace the pages of Penthouse magazine. I’ve also wanted to tell you for years that your magazine and your beautiful image has aroused and brought me to orgasm so many times. Society’s norms have always made it inappropriate and socially unacceptable to openly express one’s sexual desires and masturbatory fantasies, but this blog has provided me with a safe and anonymous way of expressing those feelings.

I hope that you find this letter, and that it finds you well. I also hope that should you find this and read, that you’d be so kind as to respond or send me an email (masturbationsuperstar@yahoo.com) to tell me how you are, what you’ve been up to, if you ever married and/or had kids and how your life has been since you posed for Penthouse. I’ve always wondered and would love to hear from you to find out.

Yours always,

Brad Hamilton

Confession to Laker Girl Shelbie Kovach

Dear Shelbie,

You have been a wonderful addition to my roster of girls that I fantasize about when I masturbate.

The Laker Girls are my favorite cheerleading squad and love watching the show on Time Warner Cable SportsNet to see all of you as you audition for a spot on the squad and get my first glimpses of the girls that I'll be seeing on the sidelines and on the court during the season.

I always look forward to that day when the squad is selected and I finally get to see all of you beautiful ladies on the website. I go through the pictures looking for those one, two, or maybe three girls that catch my eye. I have a particular type and when I see my type, I just love looking at the pictures while I sit nude in front of my computer with a Fleshlight, a bottle of KY, and a box of Kleenex. Other times, I'll have the show on while I'm sitting nude in front of my television enjoying the view and appreciating the beauty, grace and sex appeal of all you girls.

I first noticed you earlier this year when you were doing an appearance at Carl's Jr. as part of the Lunchtime with the Laker Girls promotion. You looked sexy wearing your Laker Girl/Carl's Jr. uniform and I couldn't take my eyes off you. I usually show up for one or two of the events, but never approach any of you girls. I am really just a shy guy and wouldn't know what to say to you or embarrass myself due to the sheer excitement of being around you, feeling your hand on my hip and smelling your perfume while you pose for pictures.

While you signed autographs and took pictures, I took a few with my phone and stroked myself to those and the other pictures of you that I found online when I got home later that afternoon. I found photos from your days as a cheerleader at Arizona State University when you were Sports Illustrated's Cheerleader of the Week on their website. You looked gorgeous in those photos and I imagined you looking into my eyes and checking out my nude body and my fully erect penis while I stroked it in your honor.

I remember how good it felt to have my cock in my hand, slowly and gently stroking myself while I thought about you and all the wonderful sexual scenarios I imagined us engaged in. You were into what we were doing as I was and the enjoyment you were experiencing in my fantasy only fueled my desire and excitement as all those pleasurable feeling and sensations ran throughout my entire body.

When the time finally arrived for my orgasm, I imagined you softly and sweetly encouraging me to let go of all of my inhibitions and to let the feeling flow through my body. It was a wonderful and intense experience when I had a full body orgasm while I ejaculated for you.

I saw your recent appearance on KTLA's Morning Show with several other Laker Girls performing and you once again looked fantastic. This time, I was able to get comfortable and naked in front of my tv while I fondled myself as I watched you and your fellow Laker Girls perform.

Watching you dance felt like you were performing for me, that you were entertaining me and encouraging me to stroke myself during your performance. Being naked I was able to play with my nipples and really get into my self love. Nobody was around and I wasn't going to get interrupted by anyone while I pleasured myself, leaving me withal the time in the world to rewind my DVR and enjoy your performance over and over, giving me more time to jack and edge and built up to that moment before holding back.

Feeling that wonderful sensation build up in my penis was too much and I shot a nice thick creamy load for you as I released over an hour of built up tension from not allowing myself to cum too fast. I love tease and denial and how holding off creates a more intense and powerful orgasm. It felt amazing and left me with a huge smile on my face and a very blissful mood.

Shelbie, you are a beautiful and sexy young woman, and provides me with a much needed and welcome release when I look at you. I only wish you could see the pleasure that you provide for me.

Love,

Brad

The Cheerleader starring former Tampa Bay Buccaneers Cheerleader Rachel Watson

It is late spring, and NFL training camp is still a few months away. The offseason does, however, have its share of activities, including free agency and the NFL draft, and one of the rites of spring are NFL cheerleader tryouts. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers cheerleader tryouts are the one squad that I always keep an eye and ear out for. They're my favorite squad and have the NFL's most beautiful cheerleaders. One in particular has always caught my eye: 3 year veteran and team captain Rachel Watson.

Tryouts have come and gone and once again my Rachel has made the squad and is captain once again. The girls head off to Hawaii for some well deserved R & R, and to shoot photos for the upcoming edition of the Buccaneers Cheerleader calendar. As luck would have it, I also happen to be in Hawaii on business the same time the squad is there and have been booked at the same hotel they're staying at.

My meetings don't take too much time out of my schedule, which leaves me with a lot of free time. The concierge at the hotel was kind enough to let me know that the squad was having their photo shoot on a particular day and that if I were free, I could hang around and possibly see some of the girls have their photos taken.

"That sounds great! I'll keep an eye out for them, especially Rachel Watson, she's my favorite."

"Oh, you like Rachel, huh? Her photo shoot is happening tomorrow afternoon just after lunch."

"Thanks for the info."

Later that evening I come down to the hotel's restaurant for dinner. It is just me, so I ask for a seat at the bar so I can watch the ball game on the tv. During dinner, the volume got a little louder when a group of the girls came in for dinner and got a table just behind me. Yes, Rachel was part of the group.

I looked over to see what the commotion was and saw the girls. I made eye contact with Rachel and smiled. She looked at me and said "Hi" Being a bit shy and tongue tied, I barely got off a "Hello" myself and wondered if she even heard it above the noise. I went back to my dinner as the girls sat down at their table and were chatting it up. Someone asked me what the score of the game was and I told them that the Yankees were losing. That was an open door to engage in some small talk and idle chatter, which helped me break the ice and get comfortable talking to these beauties. They introduced themselves to me. Besides Rachel, there was DeShay, Jessica, Jennifer and Barbara. That's quite a group of beauties. Rachel asked if I'd like to sit down and join them so I bring my drink with me and sit at the table with them.

I end up staring at Rachel for periods of time, hoping that she doesn't notice. When ever she looks over, she gives me a smile. I don't stay long and head out for the evening. Before I leave Rachel tells me that they'll be around and that we should get together while we're in town.

"I'd like that." I tell her.

The girls have their photo shoot the next day and, with a tip from the hotel concierge, I make it a point to be outside and around during Rachel's photo shoot. My lord, she's beautiful.

Rachel notices me there watching, or is it gawking, while she's having her photos taken. When she's finished and walks up to me and says "I see you found your way to the photo shoot. Are you going to buy a calendar when they come out?"

"Of course."

"I'm finished for the day, want to meet up for a drink in a few hours?"

"Sure, what time?"

"How about 6 PM in the hotel bar?"

"I'll see you then Rachel."

6 PM comes around and Rachel makes her way down to the bar. She's dressed casually, but she still looks like a million bucks. We chat for hours, talking a little about everything. Something funny would come up and she'd laugh, putting her hand on my shoulder or hand. I enjoy it most when she'd grab my arm and lean against me when something humorous would come up.

Rachel looks at her watch and notices that we've been in the hotel bar for four hours chatting.

"It's getting late Brad. I was going to go up to my room. Would you like to come up?"

"Uh, OK, sure." I wasn't expecting that but I wasn't going to let an opportunity like that pass me by.

We get up to Rachel's room and we get to talking, only this time, the conversation takes a different turn.

"You know Brad, I noticed last night that you were staring at me a lot. I also noticed that you came out for my photo shoot but didn't stick around for any of the other girls."

"You noticed that, huh? All the girls are beautiful, but I have to admit, YOU are the one that caught my eye." I tell her.

Rachel comes in front of me and extends her arms towards me, placing her forearms on my shoulders as her hands reach up and her fingers run through my hair. "I'm very flattered Brad. I have to admit you caught my eye too." Rachel leans in towards me and kisses me. It is a soft, but lingering and passionate kiss. When our lips part, she looks up at me with a smile as she bites her lower lip. She takes my hands and leads me over towards the bed.

We sit down on the bed and continue kissing. My hands begin on her cheeks but make their way through her soft blonde hair. Rachel's hands make their way to my shirt as she starts to unbutton it one button at a time. I look at her while she does this. "Rachel, there's something I have to tell you."

"I've never done this before."

"Never done what?" she asks.

"This...any of this. I've never done 'it' before."

"Brad, are you a virgin?" she asks.

I nod my head. She takes my hands and looks into my eyes.

"Wow, that is sweet, and incredibly sexy."

I tell her "It isn't something that I'm proud of. It is just the way things are."

"Brad. No, no, no. That is a good thing. It shows that you're an honorable guy who doesn't sleep around. Mmmmm, this is going to be fun."

Rachel continues to unbutton my shirt and remove my clothes, piece by piece. Her hands make their way towards my belt buckle and my pants and I'm getting nervous.

"My god, Brad, are you ok? You're trembling."

"I'm nervous as hell, that's all."

Rachel kisses me and smiles. "That's so sweet." She unbuckles my belt and removes my pants and underwear and there I am completely nude in front of her with a raging hard on. Rachel takes her right hand and reaches down to touch it, gently taking the tips of her fingers on her right hand and softly runs them up from my scrotum, through my pubic hair and up the shaft to the head. I moan softly.

"Your hand feels good Rachel."

She starts to remove her clothes one at a time and I stand up to help her, disrobing one article of clothing after another while taking my hands and caressing her body. We're both finally nude in front of each other and I am in total awe of her. "My god Rachel, you are so beautiful."

We make our way onto the bed. I sit down on the bed as Rachel guides me down, moves my legs and positions herself on top of me in the "Seesaw"

I like this position. I'm able to wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me while I can look into Rachel's beautiful brown eyes.

Rachel rocks her hips up and down on me, controlling the rhythm to create the level of stimulation that pleases her, and to prevent my virgin body from prematurely ejaculating. As my excitement builds, Rachel slows down to keep me from peaking too soon.

I smile at her, then lean in towards her left ear.

"Rachel, you smell so nice and your skin is so soft" I softly whisper into her ear. My breathing picks up as she can feel my hot breath on her ear as I kiss, then softly nibble on her ear. Rachel's shoulders move up and her head leans slightly to her right as she giggles.

"Brad, that tickles."

I move my head down towards her neck as I kiss and lick while her body rocks up and down on my pelvis. I hear Rachel's breathing pick up and a soft moan come out of her mouth.

"Mmmmm, Brad, that feels good."

Rachel's hands work her way from caressing my back to my front. She runs her thumbs and forefingers across my nipples and I let out a long moan.

"Ohhhhhh Rachel. I like that."

She moves off of my lap and lies on the bed next to me. Rachel slides down and spreads her legs assuming the missionary position. I move on top to mount her in the "Classic Missionary"

I take slow hard thrusts into Rachel's body. She places her hands on my hips, guiding me into her and holding me in before I can slide back for my next thrust. I feel like I'm putting 40 years of sexual frustration into every thrust of my hips. Rachel and I continue in this position for some time. I want to get closer to her and my body shifts into a closer more intimate position once again, this time the "Close Embrace"

Rachel whispers into my ear. "Take me from behind. I want it doggie style."

I get up from on top of her as Rachel turns over and gets on all fours. She looks over her right shoulder and tells me "Put it deep inside of me."

I take my erect seven inches and slide it in. Rachel lets out a moan. "Oh, that's it, that's the spot. Go harder...deeper"

I thrust it insider of her...harder...faster...deeper...deeper.

"Oh Brad, that's it, that's it."

Harder...faster...deeper...deeper

"Brad, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum"

Harder...harder...harder.

"OH Brad, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING"

I can feel Rachel's body as her orgasm goes through her entire body. Her breathing is fast, her moans are loud and her hips are thrusting back to meet mine. When her orgasm subsides, she leans forward with her head in the pillow trying to catch her breath. Her beautiful ass is still in the air with me still inside of her. I pull out and caress her ass and kiss her back and shoulders.

She turns around and tells me to lie down.

I get on my back as she straddles me in the "Wild Stallion" position

It doesn't take long before Rachel drives me to climax. Rachel speeds up her rhythm and keys on my breathing and my body. My orgasm fills my body beginning with my penis and spreading through my legs, hips, upper torso all the way up to my head.

"OH MY GOD RACHEL, I'M GONNA CUM."

"That's it Brad, let it go, let it go."

"OOOOHHHHH RACHEL!! YESSSSS. I'M CUMMING!!"

The sensation is absolutely incredible. As the orgasm flows through my body like a wave the words just come out.

"I LOVE YOU RACHEL"

Once my orgasm subsides, I lie on the bed, with Rachel still on top of me. I look into her eyes and can only come up with one word.

"wow"

She giggles.

"It looks like someone isn't a virgin anymore."

I blush. "I know. It was wonderful. I'm glad it was you that was my first."

Rachel rolls off of me just to my left and rests her head in my armpit leaning against my shoulder. I lean my head next to hers as we lie in bed together and cuddle.

"You're still trembling Brad."

"I know. I can't stop."

"Just relax...for now. We're not done yet. Do you want to do it again?"

"Rachel, do you really need to ask?"

Rachel and I continue our lovemaking throughout the evening using a variety of positions from the Kama Sutra.

Rachel awakens in the morning to room service and a very fulfilled and content bedmate.

"I took the liberty of ordering room service. With what we did last night, we need something to eat to maintain our energy."

As we eat breakfast, we continue chatting while we cuddle and shower each other with affection.

"Brad, how is it that you went so long being a virgin. You're a very sweet and attentive lover. A lot of girls missed the boat on you."

"I'm glad you didn't Rachel. I just hope this wasn't a one night thing. I'd love to see you again."

"And I, you, Brad. Don't worry. I'd love to see you again too."

The end...or the beginning?

Post Game Love with Laker Girl Jordan Krinke

One night after my Laker Girls dress rehearsal performance I come out for the Lakers season opener against the Houston Rockets. Thanks to the girls, I have one ticket courtside. I take my seat and watch the Lakers lose to Houston, but it is the post-game festivities that make the game worthwhile. During the game, I get to spend a little time and chat with all of the girls.

They're divided into four groups stationed at each corner of the court and they rotate at the beginning of each quarter. Just as the fourth quarter starts, Jordan Krinke and her group make their way over to my part of the court.

"Hello Brad. Twice in two days. How lucky am I?" she says with a flirty smile. "It's good seeing you again so soon Jordan. I'm the lucky one."

The 4th quarter goes by and just before the game ends, Jordan leans over and whispers in my ear. "Don't leave right away. Stick around and I'll text message you."

The final buzzer sounds and the girls head toward the locker room. Jordan looks at me and mouths one word: "Wait" and points to my cell phone. I use the rest room and hang out in the concourse area when my phone beeps with a text message.

"All the girls are gone, come down to the locker room. I've told the guard you're coming and he'll let you in."

I make my way down to the locker room when I run into security. I tell him that I'm going to see Jordan and he lets me pass as I head to the locker room. I walk in and see Jordan, still wearing your uniform.

"I was thinking about changing, but I know how much you love a girl in uniform, especially a cheerleader in uniform." I smile at her as she walks up to me and kisses me and takes my hands in hers.

"I've had you on the brain for the past two days. Now I want you in my mouth. Come here." She takes me by the hand and leads me over to Director of Game Operations & Entertainment Lisa Estrada's office and she closes the door behind us once we enter.

Jordan has me sit at Lisa's desk in her chair and as she guides me down with her hands, she continues moving down until she's kneeling in front of me. Jordan unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my pants, and yanks them down to my ankles. She tries to position herself but my pants at my ankles are getting in the way.

"This isn't working; let's get your pants off." Jordan reaches down and removes both of my shoes then removes my pants. She sets them on the desk as she moves closer to me and positions herself between my legs.

Jordan looks at my now raging hard cock, smiles and looks up at me and says "That didn't take long. You always know how to rise to the occasion." Jordan takes her hands and starts massaging my knees and thighs while she talks dirty to me.

"The anticipation is killing you, isn't it? Do you want me to suck your dick? You don't seem too eager." she says.

"Jordan, I want you to do it. I want you to do it so bad." I tell her.

"I don't know if I'm in the mood to do this tonight." she teases.

"Oh Jordan, you little dick tease." I say.

She laughs and says "I am going to give you best blow job you've ever had. After me, nobody else will ever measure up."

"Jordan, you're a blow job artist. Nobody has even been anywhere nearly as good as you." I reply. "That makes us both artists, then doesn't it? I'm the blow job artist and you're the jerk off artist." Jordan says.

Jordan leans her head forward and looks down directly at my cock. As I look at the top of her head, I feel something wet on my cock. Jordan worked up a good supply of spit and saliva and has spit and drooled on my six inch tool. She looks up and me and says "Are you ready Brad?" I nod my head up and down and softly say "yes." With that, Jordan leans down and takes my cock in her mouth.

My lord, it feels incredible, even better than yesterday during the dress rehearsal. I let out a long soft sigh as I enjoy the mouth of one of my favorite Laker Girls. She slowly works up and down the shaft, stopping when her lips are on the now purple head of my penis then sliding back down the shaft. Her eyes are closed as she continues her oral sex, but when she opens them and looks up at me into my eyes, I get even more aroused.

She takes me out of her mouth briefly and asks me if I'm enjoying this.

"Oh I most certainly am." I tell her.

She looks up at me and says, "I like your penis. I like how it looks, how it feels in my mouth, and how it tastes." She kisses the tip. "You have a beautiful penis."

"Do you know why I enjoy doing this so much?" she asks me.

"No, I'm not sure I do." I tell her.

Jordan tells me "I enjoy the power position. I might be on my knees servicing you, but I'm the one who really has the power."

I tell her "Jordan, you don't need to be doing this to have power. Your sexuality is power enough over me."

Jordan continues sucking my dick as I reach down with both of my hands and run my fingers through her hair. She slows down and takes me out of her mouth to tell me...

"I like your hands through my hair. You have very soft, delicate hands."

I continue caressing her hair when I near orgasm. Jordan can feel my penis starting to pulse when she uses her tongue right on that nice spot just under the head. Jordan takes my hands in hers just before she finishes me off. This is it.

"Oh Jordan, this is it, I'm gonna cum." I declare. Jordan grabs both of my hands tightly and looks up at me one more time, this time winking at me. That does it. I start cumming as Jordan keeps me in her mouth while my member pulses and shoots a huge, hot, and sticky load into her mouth and down her throat.

"OHHHHHHHHHH JOOOOOORDANNNNN, YEEESSSSSS. FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH." I just let it out as loud as possible, not caring who is around and who might hear me.

My orgasm subsides as I sit in Lisa's chair with my hips slid forward and absolutely breathless. I can barely put together two words without catching my breath so I just let out one soft word...

"Wow"

Jordan looks up at me and smiles with a one word reply.

"Yummy"

"Too bad you didn't have an audience for that. That was an amazing performance worthy of applause."

I tell her. I look down and realize that I'm clean. "Did you take it all?" I ask her.

Jordan nods as she leans her head on my right thigh as she looks up at me. "Yes, I took it all. I told you that I like how you taste. You're very sweet, and I don't just mean your cum."

I reach for my pants and get dressed as Jordan heads to her locker to change out of her Laker Girl uniform. On my way out, I go over to her and give her a long passionate kiss on the mouth.

"I would say thank you, but I don't think that even sums up how I feel right now."

Jordan smiles and with a little giggle says "That is so sweet of you to say. Maybe next time I can get in on the action too."

I tell her "Absolutely, I'd love to go down on you. Let me know when and where and I'll be there."

Jordan replies "How about next weekend? You bring the condoms, I'll bring the toys. Oh, when I talked about getting in on the action, I was thinking of a 69."

"Jordan, I'd do and try anything with you. Have a good night sexy." I tell her.

"Have a good night sweetie." says Jordan.

I head out of the locker room and on my way home. This is one night where I won't need to masturbate before bed. Well...I'll still want to though. And I know who and what I'll be thinking about.