A few things:
1) I just came home reeking of Giorgio Armani and terrorism. It's becoming a familiar scent.
2) His English was horrible. It was hot.
3) HE was hot. Holy six pack!
4) I'm sure the sex would have been good. Unfortunately (for me), I "pre-gamed" and went down on him to prepare for the actual cervical beating I wanted him to give me, and about 20 seconds into it, he blew his load. Just like that. He gave it a go anyway and ended up "half-masting" me to no avail. While most people would not consider this sex, he still made it inside of me, albeit soft as a pillow. I enjoyed his enthusiasm anyway.
5) He lives in New York and was only in town on business. No regular booty from this one. Sad!
6) My ass was, literally, beaten raw. *swoon* A man after my own heart.
Who would have known I was going to achieve Israel TWICE this century? (Backstory: it took me 3 years to finally nab one - you can imagine my surprise)