Faux Real

The Internet is one hell of a place to meet guys.Tall guys, short guys, hot guys, nice guys and my all time favorite the wrong guys.
A couple of weeks ago I agreed to meet "Guapo" at a local Starbucks. We exchanged a few emails in the week prior to our meeting and I was as excited as I was nervous, you see Guapo was damn near perfect. Tall, dark and handsome with two added bonus points. He was my flavor of choice-Persian and he loved plus sized girls like myself. :)
From the moment I saw him there was a familiarity in his eyes, I felt so welcomed, so at home. 
The conversation over tea was so great that it lead to a late dinner followed by drinks and a a stroll on the beach.
Somewhere in our date I realized I was in trouble, deep trouble and it wasn't because I was falling in love with him or some stupid shit like that, it was because I realized who he was, we had something very dangerous in common and if I didn't walk away at that very moment I might regret it for the rest of my life...but I stayed. I stayed and washed my worries down with a Whiskey Sour.

There is something about Guapo that entices me and keeps me looking forward to our illicit meetings. His smile is enslaving, when he kisses me I can feel his desire and my body melts at the touch of his hands.
His facial expressions I know all too well yet the purity and sincerity in his eyes, in those eyes I know I should hate is the only thing that scares me. I'm going to hurt him, there is no doubt about it, the bridges have been burned and there is no turning back now.
All I can do now is enjoy our forbidden romance while we have it and wait for this whole thing to blow up in my face, you see it's not a matter of if but when it will happen and when it does someone will be hurt, life long relationships will be forever damaged and I will do what I always do. I will pick up the pieces and move on, looking for familiarity in some other wrong guy's eyes.

I recently read something on ABC News that has me wondering. about my floozy ways.
According to the article there is a"thrill seeking" gene that makes you promiscuous.
The desire to cheat or sleep around seems to originate in the brain's pleasure and reward center, where the "rush" of dopamine motivates those who are vulnerable, the researchers say.

To this I say FUCK YEAH!!! something else I can blame on my genes.

See full article below.

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/scientists-discover-gene-responsible-cheating-promiscuous-sex-habits/story?id=12322891

I love spontaneous sex! The walk in the door, rip my clothes off, choke me spank me pull my hair kind of sex...okay maybe I've said too much, but you know what I mean. The only thing that gets in between me and that kind of sex is having to stop, run around frantically looking for a condom and having to wait for dude to put it on which always seems to require his undivided attention.

It was no surprise that I was elated when I read that a female condom can be worn up to 8 hours before intercourse. This was sure to be my new best friend!
 I found the female condoms at Walgreen's and while the $3.25 per condom price tag was a bit discouraging, I figured it was going to be well worth the uninterrupted nastiness I had in mind.
The condom looked uncomfortable and has this ring on the top of it that you're supposed to squeeze and insert in your vag as far as you can. I added lube to both inside and out as I wanted to make sure I was ready to go when Contractor walked through the door in a couple of hours. I could definitely feel it inside of me and the ring moved as I walked but it wasn't painful in any way.
As soon as that door opened we started to undress each other and when he said "brb I'm going to get a condom" I proudly said "don't worry about it, I'm wearing one" ;) Not gonna lie, he had that Scooby Doo ruh roh look on his face but went along with it.
We were careful about getting things started, but as soon as we were going at it, there was a sound coming from my vag, it sounded like rustling plastic bags. Later I found out that this noise is normal and can be caused by lack of lubrication (not the case at all).
When the noise stopped I was relieved, but a few minutes later concerned so as we switched positions I  reached for my vag to make sure everything was still okay and to my surprise the condom was nowhere to be found. We checked all around and nothing!
Contractor had to play OB/GYN and dig in my vag to pull it out. By this time I was tense and scared that I might have his swimmers trying to infiltrate my precious egg or even worse that I may catch something from him!
We tried another one, this time with even more lubrication but had the same problem.

In conclusion, I was very bummed. The sensation was good for both of us, because the FC is made from polyurethane it allows more heat to transfer which makes it feels more natural and it's great for those girls who are allergic to latex. However, I think I know what our problem was, the condom is only 6.7" long and about 1" of that is supposed to stay outside of your body. This means that the guys manhood can only be a max of 5.7"! (Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't want, don't want, don't want, don't want, don't want no short dick man!!!)  Thankfully Contractor is longer than that so when he went in full force he pushed the condom in deeper and deeper.
I wish they would make the FC in different sizes to accommodate us lucky bitches who always seem to get the horse hung guys, although I doubt that will happen since the FC has been around for many years and has been unable to gain popularity.
On that  note does anyone want to buy 3 brand new, sealed female condoms? I promise I won't laugh at your man's small dick.