Who smacks like a pussy huh?  A slap across the face, followed by another one. She tried to slap me back but I blocked her. Then I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.  Then the other. She was petite with small wrists so I was able to  grab both in one hand.  I had warned her I don’t like BDSM because I was always afraid I may like it too much. And: you don’t smack someone who used to box seriously, because his muscle memory and the reflexes will make him smack you right back before even thinking.  But she liked it anyway so I proceeded. I asked her again while both her arms were twisted behind her back: ‘Who smacks like a pussy, give me a name’, I said in my best World War II interrogation style. She didn’t and remained silent.  I smacked her butt on both sides hard, again and again.  She shouted ouch but  gave her one more smack.  Her butt was reddish.  I cuddled her (it was just a ploy to make her feel comfortable before the torture continued).  I let her suck my cock for a short while but then gave her another slap across the face, a light one. Then a few more smacks on that cute ass of hers, while at the same time tightening my grip on her wrists.  I was hoping to leave some rather painful marks on her, this way the next day she would touch that spot and hurt a little, as a reminder of what happened to her the night before.  She turned around and started kissing me with a smile on her face, the smile of someone who had missed her lover. I then put her face down in the pillow and entered her while lying on top of her and either grabbing her hands or having my arm around her neck lightly at various times, all the while thrusting my self into her.  I exploded on her butt and then lied next to her and gave her a loving hug before the finish she always loved. Going down on her until she had an orgasm…

She loved sucking my cock and I loved receiving it, her focusing on the tip while using some pretty healthy hand motion at the same time until I was twitching in her mouth uncontrollably.  The French call it ‘petit mort’ for a reason…

Then we walked out to a very nice New York day and the evening was still young so we walked around talking to each other and just having amazing time as bf and gf.

He he he. I AM an amazing writer. Just look at my awesome book

Like for example sitting at the Hollywood diner and just having coffee and joking around about all kinds of things.  If that wasn’t real I don’t know what is.  You know how it is, when two people are totally into each other and are communicating and at that point in time nothing else matters.  I am sure the waiters that worked there saw this and realized we were in our own little bubble.

It felt so natural being with her, I almost went home with her on a couple occasions.  Imagine the look on her sister’s face :’Hello, nice to meet you my name is David, I am an acquaintance of your sister’.  Sometimes I used to look back just to see her skip down the subway stairs..

I just think this market is susceptible to just one shot of bad news that no one can control, like, for example, Iran launched a missile against Lebanon or something bogus of that nature.  Then what? Hmm, Long TLT (Treasury price), Long GLD (gold), hit the bids (if you can find them) on long stock positions with anything more than a 10% gain, long any oil refiner for 1 day and dump it the next day on a fear of all out shooting.

I already have those so let’s see what happens in the summer. I remember the summer of 2006 while the Israelis were shooting the Lebanese and I was on a 2 week vacation overseas, trying to do trades on my Blackberry and calling in the office..Didn’t like that one a single bit.

But what interesting is that even though the last 3 summers have been sort of disastrous for the market in a way (Flash Crash in 2010, equities correlations going to 100% in 2011) this market has always bounced back, so its like not much can stop it. Perhaps I should just relax and enjoy the ride and stop checking the Bloomberg every 10 seconds?  I do have some mental targets though for those equities that have been up for 15 out of the past 20 days, so let’s see what happens.

I just love the market and can talk about it or think about it all day long. Any one feel free to share or rant along with me…

Personally, I leave when I am told. Someone says: ‘go away’, and I go away. Why stay when I am not wanted?  Or in another case a while back, I was told by a 36 year old woman: ‘Dave I can’t do this anymore, at my age the biological clock is ticking, so I want to see someone to have a family with’.  I understood and left her alone.  Swallowed the pride and left.  Why argue when I’m booted out? Discretion is the better part of valor, in my opinion

There was this girl I met once, and she was very young.  She taught me a lesson, something I had forgotten in time.  I loved her but had a funny way of showing it.  She trusted me and I betrayed her trust. Why? Well, self centered Dave took over. I wasn’t able to see beyond my own self and at the same time I didn’t fully know what was going on with the whole thing (was I temporary?). Not an excuse, just saying.  Reminded me of something else when I was walking around in jeans, Black Sabbath shirts,  and Timberland boots, when I also did something inexcusable as well (cryptic but makes sense to me, this is a multipurpose vent blog). Its nice to have a conscience, of course even nicer not to screw up in the fist place…

Even after that she gave me a second chance and made me think about second chances. Through that she showed how big her heart was, and I told her people like that are rare. I should know, I have met all kinds and I have to say that most are not of that rare quality.  Those of that rare quality always win in the end, in this world and the next one.