Showing posts with label South Beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Beach. Show all posts

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Panther's New Jungle

     It's been a very busy summer, as I've said in certain quick posts. However, all plans are now in place. I've gotten a promotion of sorts in my job...sort of. I've left my other company & have started a new company with 3 partners creating content & promotion for the nightclubs & hotels.
     What this means to the blog. Well....
1. More traveling to Las Vegas, South Beach, & LA for conferences & mettings, which means more opportunities to meet more women.
2. A new office in midtown Manhattan with a view & a couch in the office & a long conference room table. I will definitely be breaking in both sooner rather than later.
3. I'm moving. I was going to move to Chicago, in order to make traveling to LA & New York easier but I've decided to hold off for a couple years, in order to build up the business. I'm moving to a better apartment, though, here in NYC. I'm going into a nice 1 bedroom in midtown that I got a good deal on. It doesn't have as nice a view as the office but it's not bad. I think there are a few celebrities who live nearby so it'll be fun to see if I know anybody.
4. Our office has a deal with a new upscale gym so that means more opportunities to meet more women.
5. It may less time spent in nightclubs doing business & more time in nightclubs partying, if I want to. That's a nice change of pace.
6. It means more or less time to blog; I'm not sure which at the moment. If you want to strike up a conversation & tell each other stories, email me at ebonypanther@gmail.com. I like telling the stories to one person at a time. It's more intimate than just a post to hundreds of anonymous people.
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Saturday, March 27, 2010

NYC: Columbiana - An Intro

Flight AttendantsImage by re-ality via Flickr
     I first met Columbiana while on a flight to Miami for business. She's a Latina flight stewardess with an amazing body. Every guy, single or not, tried talking to her. In fact, I still think that the only reason why she spoke with me is because I had a seat next to me & was reading a book.

     Anyway, we talked & flirted the whole way down from New York. After a little while, she told me that she was born & raised in Columbia (the country, not the city), married a guy a few years ago, & settled out in Denver. She said that she had a layover in Miami & was staying in a hotel on South Beach. I was staying at a hotel on the other end of South Beach, so I said that if she wanted to hang out, go to dinner, & maybe a club, to give me a call. I wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper & handed it to her, not thinking moch more of it. I figured I just met someone cool for a little while & that was that. We landed, I said my goodbyes, & I headed for South Beach.
     A little while after I checked into my hotel, I got a call. It was Columbiana wanting to know if the invite for dinner was still good. I said sure & suggested a place I knew. We met, shared some good food & conversation, & decided to walk on the beach before going to a nightclub. As we walked, she finally cut right to the chase. She said that she wasn't looking for a relationship but just wanted to feel good for a night. As long as I was ok with that, then we could have a good night. I told her I can keep things on the down low, so off to my room we went.
     Once we were there, we were all over each other. It was dirty hotel room sex. It felt dangerous & she loved it. She rode me like a jockey rides a horse, grinding & bouncing up & down on my cock. I took her from behind, grabbed her hair, & slammed her. She backed her hips into me with every thrust. We fucked in the shower, on the couch, floor, & eventually the bed. Furniture was knocked over & the sheets were on the floor well within the fourth round. We fucked for hours.
     As she left early in the morning to do the walk of shame (which I always called the walk of pride), she had a proposition. She wanted to know if I wanted to get together anytime she was in New York. We worked out a system of email addresses & phone numbers so that neither her husband nor the other flight attendants she worked with would ever know. We've been at it ever since.




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