Give the dearth of interesting stuff to read and the fact that the world is boring as fuck these days, I thought I would share the London part of my Thifany story. In brief, I met a Unicorn at a Boate in São Paulo (a Boate is a nightclub but all the girls are DTF in onsite rooms for $100-150). We fell madly in lust and had sex once alone and once with her friend (see the São Paulo thread for that part of the story). Having known her a total of five hours I asked her to fly to London and spend a week with me (are you fucking insane?) and she agreed (is she fucking insane)? And what could have been an awkward fucked up week was the best week of my life.
Cutting out the initial meetup and the extraordinarily complex and frustrating logistics, what follows is the London part. It's a long read — so settle in. 😋.
In addition to mega difficult flight logistics, one additional complication is that neither of us has a European data plan — so we can only communicate on Wifi. At the hotel I am able to confirm she made her connection woohoo! But when I show up at LC their wifi does not work. I am waiting for her and trying to get it but no luck. People are coming out but not her. People are coming from her flight but not her. I check the counter. They won't tell me if she was on the flight — private info.
I am sooooo frustrated. I think OMG after all this she is not coming. I think all I can do is leave and find a bar somewhere and get on WiFi and regroup. Just as I am leaving, there she is — all smiles and hugs and OMG she looks AMAZING! Tight jeans, spike leather boots -- model material.
So we get one of those big London cabs and are way in the back. We start a little touching and light kissing and next thing you know we are DFKing like teenagers again in the back of the cab! This is one of the things I love most about her. All the girlfriends I've ever had have that American inhibitions thing going on — "not now honey, someone might see" Not Thifany. If she wants to make out we are going to make out — doesn't matter where.
The other great thing in the cab is her 22 ness. She is like a schoolgirl. "Oh my god, look at that. It is soooo beautiful. " Seeing London through her eyes is just intoxicating.
Sooo much to cover in London. I will just hit the highlights. The summary is it could have been an awkward weird mess staying with someone you've known a total of Five hours. But instead it is completely awesome.
So I have work out of town on Monday and won't be "home" until 11 PM so we decide to have her birthday dinner Sunday night — just a few hours after she arrived. We hit a couple stores on Regent street briefly and then head to Chichettis for dinner. Great seafood tapas. Turns out scallops are both our favorites and we have some brilliant ones and all the other stuff was good too. I have the waiter bring a chocolate cupcake with a candle for her birthday. She is pretty stoked.
I think the waiter was very amused watching us with English Portuguese and Google Translate (and probably amusedly noting our 30 year age difference). It should have been awkward but it was awesome.
Little did I know when I suggested we might go dancing I had hit the hot button. First we went walking. We just wandered hand-in-hand like a couple in love and found Chinatown and wandered the streets together. Eventually we found some street performers and I got the first glimpse of what a human whirlwind this girl is. Her English gets better when she drinks and suddenly she is engaging with the street performers and onlookers — "That is amazing. You are so pretty. What's your name?" She is just so outgoing and engaging. Eventually we ask about for a good dance club and end up at Bar Soho.
This is where I get the second — but still reserved — view of her goddess-like magnetism. As we are dancing in the club she is just so free and on fire. She is dancing mostly with me but suddenly she is dancing with another girl or maybe another guy — it's quite crowded. She is really a highlight on the floor. I get a little jealous but I shrug it off. It is electric being with her.
When slow songs come on, we go in, hip to hip, and just swing and DFK. Sigh. The best. She is really on her good behavior when I suggest we pack it in around 1 AM and we head back.
Back in the room she literally pushes me on the bed and says I will do a strip tease for you. And sure enough she does the sexiest strip and then climbs on me and pushes me on my back. Of course the DFK is legendary -- I could kiss her 24 x7 and never get bored. We have lots of fun but what I remember most is her taking charge -- just pushing me down and blowing the fuck out of me. Then riding me like a blue-ribbon cowgirl. I can still visualize her biting her lip as she rides towards an O.
Had to move her to a different hotel the next day because I was, as far as my work knows, "staying" in a different city, so I was footing the bill for her room in London. Had a definite hiccup that day. She went to see a friend in London and when I got back to the hotel at 11 PM she wasn't there! I'the already paid the full allowance for the week and I thought OMG she ditched me!
After a bunch of angst, she finally got in contact and said she would be there soon. This was on Brasileira time (where being an hour late is being on time) and so about 12:15 she shows up. I had remembered earlier that this is just a Brazilian thing (Carolina was an hour late to our second date — same thing) and decided to not make a big deal. Sure enough she bops out of the Uber all smiles and giggles like nothing is wrong and indeed nothing is in fact wrong. She is here and the world is right again.
Tiny little room. Barely room for a bed. We both get naked and do various things but what I remember best was this interesting modified mish. I was trying to do her in mish but a little too soft after a long day. Rather than traditional mish where I do all the work, she pushes me up on my knees and arches her back so her butt is in the air and she starts fucking the hell out of me. I don't really understand how she did it to this day but it was like a strong cowgirl riding from the bottom! She's a fucking wizard! And she had this smile the whole time as she rode me to a strong finish inside her.
Tuesday I came back late by train again and she was a good girl in apologetic mode -- she was in the room a half hour before I got there. I got there about 10:30 and suggested we go dancing. She was like "really?" And I said yes. Wow she lit up like fireworks. And off we went back to Bar Soho to start.
We danced there for a while, but when we were on a smoke break, there was one of those bicycle rickshaws waiting at the curb. We'the seen several of these but this one was decked out in pink fur with Drake and Kanye blasting out of a custom sound system. The driver is very cool and lets us take some pics and poses and then we go for a spin. He takes us all over and really this was close to a trip highlight. Zooming around London, my best girl on my arm. At one point we shoot a little music video of her dancing on the sidewalk to KIki Do you Luv Me. I probably watch it weekly. I am such a sap but it just makes me happy -- she's just such an amazing force of life and fuck she is beautiful.
After wrapping the vidoe, we ask for a bigger, more happening club and he takes us to The Zoo. Wow. Great vibe. We dance upstairs for quite a while and then the upstairs closes and we move to the basement, where it turns out the party is even more off the hook. This is where Thifany becomes totally alive and I see the true party-girl goddess that she is.
We dance like maniacs and she finds a drink she likes — Midori and Red Bull and it just gets crazier and crazier. She is the life of the party and by inference so am I. She brings people into our dance circle and it's girl on girl guy with guy, whatever goes. But, just like the night before, I start to feel that jealous pang -- why is she dancing with others?
I consider this quite seriously while dancing away and realize that I can sit here and stew or I can join the party. I mean what the fuck am I jealous about? Dance with my girl all you want, but she's going home with me! So I put the jealousy aside because I realize this-is-who-she-is — and wow, it changes my whole perspective. Once I get past this I have the time of my life. I am even learning how to pull the wallflowers into our mosh pit. It is just electrifying. I remember distinctly thinking around 2 AM that this is the most fun I've had in my entire life!
It is so obvious she is the WOW girl that I get no less than three people commenting to me:
Guy — Dude she's with you? Goddamn you are lucky. She is so fucking hot!
Girl — Man you need to put a ring on that!
Guy — Did you come with your daughter?
Me — Ha. She's my girlfriend!
Guy — What? Man, you are the man. Mad props!
We party till they kick us out at 3:30 AM and head back home for another hot session but we are both pretty beat. Some nice 69 and finish with her spectacular BJ and me FIV.
Oh I am reminded we had another little rough spot that night. There is this African guy that bums smokes off us and come to find out he is selling ecstasy and she wants some. I say no way — I don't like this guys vibe. She eventually agrees but gives me the cold shoulder for a half hour or so.
It is funny because we talk about this later and it turns out, it wasn't about the drugs. She was mad at me for giving away stuff so easily! — I told the guy take 3 cigs. I tossed the bartender a 20 £ tip after quite a few rounds of excellent service in a busy club. She was mad at me for spending so freely! I guess she comes from a different economic situation!
So on Wednesday I was able to get off work around 3 and we were able to get back to our big comfy room at the business hotel across town. We went shopping for souvenirs and had another funny moment. She confessed she wasn't sleeping well because of my snoring so we were going to get earplugs while out shopping. At one point she says we need to remember to get "tampons" and I think OH SHIT of all times to get her period. But it turns out it was just a translation error! She means EARPLUGS! Whew!
She loves seafood, so for dinner we pick out a great seafood restaurant. Unfortunately they don't have scallops but they have crab and she says she loves it. She is going to order this big crab. I tell her it's super messy and are you sure. She says yes, I will have the crab.
When it comes, they of course bring a nutcracker. She says "for what?" and I patiently explain they are for cracking the legs. She says "don't need. " And she sticks a leg in her mouth, cracks it with her back teeth and sucks the meat out, slurping and all. OMG it is the sexiest thing on the planet. Her mouth is her finest feature and watching it in action for a half hour is breathtaking.
At one point I comment it's very sexy and she says "not sexy" in her incredibly sexy Portuguese accent which is very sexy itself!. And this becomes a little joke back and forth. So sexy. Not sexy. So sexy. Not sexy. God she is beautiful.
That night, we plan to head straight to the basement of The Zoo. As we approach the club there is a huge line. But the bouncer sees us and waves us to the front. Obviously they were paying attention! They open the VIP rope and send us right in. (Still pay the cover) Wow. King of the world -- and you know I love that!
I have really gotten the hang of being the center of attention and making the party happen. We have our own little mosh pit of admirers going. I am even dancing with other guys if the flow goes there and suddenly it is no big deal. She's even cured my touch of homophobia!
In addition to further spectacular dancing till the wee hours, we get fish and chips from across the street at 1:30 AM and feed it to each other outside the club on the steps. It's memories like this that stick with you.
With her spectacular magnetism, we gather a group of new friends and go looking for an after party at 3:30 AM. But with nothing open, some guys go for a beer run and we end up just partying on the street till 5 AM. I really can't describe what a force of nature this girl is -- the party just happens wherever she is. .
Thursday is our last day and we do touristy London stuff like shop and go to the big Ferris Wheel called the London Eye. It is so fun to just kick around with this doll on my arm. I buy her a couple little birthday gifts but frankly she is pretty low maintenance putting stuff back as way too expensive.
She has this amazing model-like capability of changing her look. She is sort of Latina with some black mixed in somewhere maybe way back. She bought some track pants with zirconia down the legs and some big glasses. She teams this up with a wife beater T-shirt (no bra — hasn't worn one the whole trip. She has a perfect firm be cup) and a backwards ball cap and she is a girl from the hood. She totally rocks this look Thursday night.
We are headed to The Zoo again and I get another glimpse that she is not so young and naive. One of the guys we met the night before, can also supply X and I tell her it would be OK but she should not buy any to take back on the plane. She says why not? I explain about drug sniffing dogs and all, feeling I've made an important lesson. She says "it's no problem. I will put it in my pussy and my pussy smells way more than drugs!" LOL I about fell off the bed. Not so naive after all. Fortunately that doesn't pan out.
Before going to The Zoo, we are walking down the street and she says (I shit you not). "I've had such a good time. If you want to do this again I won't charge you anything. " I could never let her do that but wow the way it makes me feel.
Tonight we go to Zoo and not only do they wave through the VIP they comp our entry and wave us all the way in! True royalty. We have another great night, then go to an after party club till 4:30 Friday morning. We end up leaving because she says she was throwing up. But trooper she is, when we get back, we still have some epic sex and a CIM finish. Now that is a girl dedicated to your happiness. Barf up one minute and take a load of CIM the next.
Unfortunately we are winding it down from here. We have to get up at 9:30 and are still pretty hungover. We know we want to get one more quickie in, so we get some coffee and croissants from a nearby cafe and come back to the room for a final session. Honestly, it'snot the best as I am worrying about missing our flights and I struggle to keep the focus. I do like the part where she is slowly slurping my dick and says "hmmm like an ice cream cone. " Watching her suck cock with those gorgeous lips will be forever etched in memory. Despite the flight worries, somehow I bless her with a hot load in her mouth. I am such a nice guy.
Parting at the airport is epically hard and on the plane I literally shed tears (she says she did too). It is like heroin withdrawal — the high is so high — coming down is tragically hard. Took me a couple weeks to even get my head back in the game.
