Nothing we can ever do will keep pain out of our life no matter what we do to avoid it.
We can more or less keep away from obvious impeding disasters, we may even do some damage control but we can never avoid pain alltogether and that is it.
28 years ago I suffered atrocious labour pain to give birth to my daughter only to end up having a caesarian anyway. I was so frustrated that I demanded straight away to have a caesarian when I went back to have my son three years later. I thought I would spare myself the pain of long, useless labour. I bypassed the hated labour BUT I hurt anyway as it took me much much longer to recover.
When my last boyfriend Ismet, broke my heart by giving into a forced marriage and terminated our love, I hurt so very much I decided never to fall in love again in order to keep the agony of love pain away from my bruised heart. YET every ten years, one special man cleverly squeezes his way into my feelings only to try and rub my face in it. It isnt heartbreak painful but it is still frustrating and sadening.
When my beautiful guinea pig Speedy died many years ago I swore all animals off, I never wanted to feel that crushed again. BUT what did I do a year later ? I adopted my beloved cat Shabanne and she gave me three wonderful kitten. I knew that meant having my heart broken another four times in the future but I loved my cat familly too much to stop loving them ( no regrets here ). I was devastated when Shabanne departed this world because of bone cancer and felt immense sorrows when her sons followed with kidney failure. The pain of their death was unbearable and I miss them to this day. I love her daughter T and take great care of her, giving her all my love unconditionaly even though I know this friendship will also crush me one day.
Two Christmases ago, I lost a friend of mine who was the salt of the earth, the kind of man you can only dream exist , a young man who was decent, honnest, open, tolerant, kind, exciting, smart and very attractive. This beautiful soul died on Christmas day with his fiancée in a horrible car accident, although driving in dangerous conditions was his favourite sport. He lived in utah and I was stricken by this tragedy,I cried for days and I always remember my friend at Christmas.
I have never smoked YET, since 6 months I have a stupid condition that forces me to sleep with some kind of machine at night in order to keep breathing when Im asleep. It is not painful per se but rather annoying at night, thanks Heaven I am single !
You see ? So much efforts in every aspect of my life in the hope to escape pain YET the bitch always catches up somehow. Is pain necessary ? does it keep us humble and grounded ? Perhaps , but does it have to creep up when it is most unwanted and unexpected ? Is it there to teach us something ?
Pain is unanavoidable, it is part of our life. I will just take it graciously and thank my lucky stars that it is not worse than it is , be grateful for the areas it is keeping away from.
Showing posts with label Something new. Show all posts
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Saturday, 28 July 2012
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
They say I love you and they leave. WTF ?
Lately I have come to realise that the most dangerous words a lover can say to me are words of love.
Apart from the father of my children, whenever a boyfriend, lover or shagbuddie says they have feelings for me, that they like me a little too much, that they think they could fall in love with me, that we couldnt kiss like that unless we were connected in some way or that they love me......my whole body prepares for the worse because it is exactly what happens next !
Why cant someone just say they like me and carry on seeing me ?
Why do they have to complicate things with pretend words of love ?
I have never asked a lover to say they love me, not ever. I occasionally thought that it would be nice for some people to say it at some point but I always controlled myself and swallowed my words before I could do some damages. If I can do this why cant they ?
How annoying is it that each time a lover start some kind of declaration it is always the prelude to blackmail, breaking up or hysterics !
This year alone from January to July, this curse repeated itself twice within 7 months. Martin breaks up with me in bed and say he has feeling for me, K once mentioned possibly falling madly in love with me and dumped me by text a couple of weeks later !
Guys !seriously. Why do you tell people you love them if it a lie ? A big fat ugly lie, unrealistic illusions.
Don't I always tell you I don't want to hear rubbish or lies ? How often have I told all of them as soon as they start these love lies that there is no need to lie to me to get me in bed, just give me what I want already !
Give me lots of mind blowing sex and do not, I repeat , do not talk about love under no bloody circumstances ! Ever !
Next time a lover say they love me I shall just jump out of bed and break up myself.
Apart from the father of my children, whenever a boyfriend, lover or shagbuddie says they have feelings for me, that they like me a little too much, that they think they could fall in love with me, that we couldnt kiss like that unless we were connected in some way or that they love me......my whole body prepares for the worse because it is exactly what happens next !
Why cant someone just say they like me and carry on seeing me ?
Why do they have to complicate things with pretend words of love ?
I have never asked a lover to say they love me, not ever. I occasionally thought that it would be nice for some people to say it at some point but I always controlled myself and swallowed my words before I could do some damages. If I can do this why cant they ?
How annoying is it that each time a lover start some kind of declaration it is always the prelude to blackmail, breaking up or hysterics !
This year alone from January to July, this curse repeated itself twice within 7 months. Martin breaks up with me in bed and say he has feeling for me, K once mentioned possibly falling madly in love with me and dumped me by text a couple of weeks later !
Guys !seriously. Why do you tell people you love them if it a lie ? A big fat ugly lie, unrealistic illusions.
Don't I always tell you I don't want to hear rubbish or lies ? How often have I told all of them as soon as they start these love lies that there is no need to lie to me to get me in bed, just give me what I want already !
Give me lots of mind blowing sex and do not, I repeat , do not talk about love under no bloody circumstances ! Ever !
Next time a lover say they love me I shall just jump out of bed and break up myself.
Saturday, 7 April 2012
What is the perfect lover ?
What makes the perfect lover perfect ?
What is a perfect lover ?
Let me share with you what a perfect lover is to me anyway.......Sexually speaking this person rocks your world in and out of bed. Not only gives you fabulous romps but gives you exactly the kind of sex you love, as much of it as you want. He or she finds out slowly and sensuously what makes you moan or not, observes what makes you come hard and what makes you scream. Such a lover makes sure your needs are met before theirs. They give and give and when you return their caresses it turns to a fabulous feast of exchanging mind blowing pleasure till you drop in each other arms marvelling at what you have given each other.
Afterward it is cuddle time or talking time, or both.
You look at each other lovingly, no one is in a superior position, you feel entirely equal to each other. Domination is nowhere to be feared. This kind of lover never blackmails you sexually, never plays silly mind games and never tries to take advantage of you showing your vulnerability. This person is smart, articulate and always gets your meaning.
You feel cared for and you glow in a circle of trust with your lover.
Socially.... he or she makes you feel very wanted but never stalked. Charming calls or texts to let you know that they think of you, make you feel warm inside but never threatened. That kind of lover actually listens when you talk and might surprise you with little treats out of the blue. If he or she can cook, love animals and has a solid sense of humour then I would say you caught yourself THE most perfect lover in the history of perfect lovers.
Someone who accepts the way I live and doesnt want to change me. Someone who doesnt want children or living together. Someone who never pressures me for anything, someone I can be myself with and talk freely without calculating risks and fearing some weird over reactions, without holding back all the time. Someone I am not afraid of and is not afraid of me.
That's what I call the perfect lover.
What is a perfect lover ?
Let me share with you what a perfect lover is to me anyway.......Sexually speaking this person rocks your world in and out of bed. Not only gives you fabulous romps but gives you exactly the kind of sex you love, as much of it as you want. He or she finds out slowly and sensuously what makes you moan or not, observes what makes you come hard and what makes you scream. Such a lover makes sure your needs are met before theirs. They give and give and when you return their caresses it turns to a fabulous feast of exchanging mind blowing pleasure till you drop in each other arms marvelling at what you have given each other.
Afterward it is cuddle time or talking time, or both.
You look at each other lovingly, no one is in a superior position, you feel entirely equal to each other. Domination is nowhere to be feared. This kind of lover never blackmails you sexually, never plays silly mind games and never tries to take advantage of you showing your vulnerability. This person is smart, articulate and always gets your meaning.
You feel cared for and you glow in a circle of trust with your lover.
Socially.... he or she makes you feel very wanted but never stalked. Charming calls or texts to let you know that they think of you, make you feel warm inside but never threatened. That kind of lover actually listens when you talk and might surprise you with little treats out of the blue. If he or she can cook, love animals and has a solid sense of humour then I would say you caught yourself THE most perfect lover in the history of perfect lovers.
Someone who accepts the way I live and doesnt want to change me. Someone who doesnt want children or living together. Someone who never pressures me for anything, someone I can be myself with and talk freely without calculating risks and fearing some weird over reactions, without holding back all the time. Someone I am not afraid of and is not afraid of me.
That's what I call the perfect lover.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
The Jekyll and Hyde of sex
He drives me crasy. I call him the Jekyll and Hyde of sex.
Whenever M and I meet, I have no idea whom im gonna be sleeping with. We are secret lovers for a number of reasons, one of them being that he is twenty years younger than myself and I dont want outsiders to mess up our connection with questions , silly comments and critics.
So whenever we do get together we already know that night will be dedicated to volupty and pleasure. He loves high heels and lingerie, french perfume and candle lights. We have the same taste in music and I always put on something slow and sensuous on the stereo , like Seal, Nat King Cole, Joao Gilberto or the Platters. Butterflies are dancing tango in my stomac when he rings the bell and I know he is on his way up. He pauses at the door and kisses me tenderly then I know it is my prince charming who picks me up in his arms, walks us slowly to my bedroom with my legs wrapped around his hips and undresses me while kissing. He will say how much he desires me, that he loves to see me come till I cry , how he loves the colours of my face when he is inside me , how the candlelights dancing on my skin makes it so lickable.
There will be hours of slow sensuous gentle loving and we wont stop fusing until we melt into each other.
The beauty of his caress and the magic of his touch are just overwhelming.He calls my name and looks right into my eyes , i feel so close to my lover... After coming together we will just lay in each other's arms basquing in the afterglow of multi orgasms and look at each other quietly, whispering about how good this feels and how we shouldnt be so irresistibly attracted to each other and he will again wonder if we are addicted to our secret steamy nights of passion or just to each other.
I like him a lot when he is mister romance !
Other nights he kicks the front door shut behind him, pushes me against a wall, grabs my face to kiss me hard and starts talking dirty to me. He wants me right now ! By that time I know im dealing with cro magnon so I just grab him by the belt and drag him to my bedroom where he throws me on the bed and fucks me vigorously for hours. We will roll over, get ourselves all entangled and sweaty, he will pull my hair , bite my shoulder and scratch my back. He wants me to hurt him too, squeeze his dick hard, handle him roughly and take charge ( he said he loves it when im in control ) At some point he will suggest something that I will refuse straight away , he once got his belt slowly out of his jeans and pretended to hit the air with it, he smiled as he asked if I wanted to try, I remained calm and said a firm NO followed by a passionate french kiss. Of course I cannot tell him that I was once a battered child therefore brutality is ugly to me in all its forms. Im not toying with this, not ever.
Another time M wondered what bondage would be like and I declined. Last night he wraped his long fingers around my neck and started to gently squeeze. at first I didnt realise what he was doing but I did when he nearly choked me with his eyes half closed . LET GO ! I gulped,, his fingers came off my throat , he looked at his hand while I went on, the hanging man erection thing doesnt work on girls, i dont have a dick in case you havent noticed.
Doesnt that make you come even stronger ? he asked, No , it bloody doesnt !
Tut mir so leid, ( am so sorry ). To his defense, whenever I say no, M stops immediately and doesnt argue.
If he behaved differentelly I might not deal with it so leniently, but he is reasonable about it.
I love it when he is crasy.
Whichever of his alter egos Im dealing with, our post sex is beautiful and cuddly. We have never ever discussed how unusual this all is, I prefer not to have a serious discussion with neither Jekyll nor Hyde. As long as we can have fabulous sex and things dont get out of control, Im willing to play and play and play and have a fabulous time along the way.
Whenever M and I meet, I have no idea whom im gonna be sleeping with. We are secret lovers for a number of reasons, one of them being that he is twenty years younger than myself and I dont want outsiders to mess up our connection with questions , silly comments and critics.
So whenever we do get together we already know that night will be dedicated to volupty and pleasure. He loves high heels and lingerie, french perfume and candle lights. We have the same taste in music and I always put on something slow and sensuous on the stereo , like Seal, Nat King Cole, Joao Gilberto or the Platters. Butterflies are dancing tango in my stomac when he rings the bell and I know he is on his way up. He pauses at the door and kisses me tenderly then I know it is my prince charming who picks me up in his arms, walks us slowly to my bedroom with my legs wrapped around his hips and undresses me while kissing. He will say how much he desires me, that he loves to see me come till I cry , how he loves the colours of my face when he is inside me , how the candlelights dancing on my skin makes it so lickable.
There will be hours of slow sensuous gentle loving and we wont stop fusing until we melt into each other.
The beauty of his caress and the magic of his touch are just overwhelming.He calls my name and looks right into my eyes , i feel so close to my lover... After coming together we will just lay in each other's arms basquing in the afterglow of multi orgasms and look at each other quietly, whispering about how good this feels and how we shouldnt be so irresistibly attracted to each other and he will again wonder if we are addicted to our secret steamy nights of passion or just to each other.
I like him a lot when he is mister romance !
Other nights he kicks the front door shut behind him, pushes me against a wall, grabs my face to kiss me hard and starts talking dirty to me. He wants me right now ! By that time I know im dealing with cro magnon so I just grab him by the belt and drag him to my bedroom where he throws me on the bed and fucks me vigorously for hours. We will roll over, get ourselves all entangled and sweaty, he will pull my hair , bite my shoulder and scratch my back. He wants me to hurt him too, squeeze his dick hard, handle him roughly and take charge ( he said he loves it when im in control ) At some point he will suggest something that I will refuse straight away , he once got his belt slowly out of his jeans and pretended to hit the air with it, he smiled as he asked if I wanted to try, I remained calm and said a firm NO followed by a passionate french kiss. Of course I cannot tell him that I was once a battered child therefore brutality is ugly to me in all its forms. Im not toying with this, not ever.
Another time M wondered what bondage would be like and I declined. Last night he wraped his long fingers around my neck and started to gently squeeze. at first I didnt realise what he was doing but I did when he nearly choked me with his eyes half closed . LET GO ! I gulped,, his fingers came off my throat , he looked at his hand while I went on, the hanging man erection thing doesnt work on girls, i dont have a dick in case you havent noticed.
Doesnt that make you come even stronger ? he asked, No , it bloody doesnt !
Tut mir so leid, ( am so sorry ). To his defense, whenever I say no, M stops immediately and doesnt argue.
If he behaved differentelly I might not deal with it so leniently, but he is reasonable about it.
I love it when he is crasy.
Whichever of his alter egos Im dealing with, our post sex is beautiful and cuddly. We have never ever discussed how unusual this all is, I prefer not to have a serious discussion with neither Jekyll nor Hyde. As long as we can have fabulous sex and things dont get out of control, Im willing to play and play and play and have a fabulous time along the way.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Martin got back into my pants !
Oh what a wonderful night I have just had ! My head is still in the clouds, my body is still aching, I Martin, the 30 year old east german kid who broke up with me 5 months ago because he " wanted to be loved/ a soul mate/ a woman for life/ this kind of sexual extasy and closeness only within a loving relationship" had been trying twice before to get back into my pants. Unsucessfuly.
Yesterday he tried a brand new aproach and it worked !
He just materialised in front of me at the center yesterday and greeted me warmly. Did he rehearse ? Martin looked happy, smily and confidant, he was fun again. I didnt have time to think, when he said he was happy to see me , I answered likewise. As he said I looked good, I blushed and purred that so did he. We talked about his work, restauring old houses, we talked about my fitness program that seem to agree with me. We talked and talked, smiling and flirting like two old buddies until I really had to do some work. I pointed to my cheek for a peck and he put so much sensuality in this innocent kiss, caressing my cheek, resting his right hand on my left hip, closing his eyes, taking in my perfume. I nearly told him to come home with me. I was on fire. I offered him to call me next saturday when I`ll return from a week away....adding that this time I will actually answer.
The rest of my shift was done with tons of questions on my mind. Does he want to get back into my pants ? Does he want a revenge fuck ? Is he gonna tease me then say " oops, sorry I want to be loved " ? Did he not find a bloody soul mate then ? Is he now open to a sex friendship without love ? What shall I do ? What shall I do ?
As I went home I treated myself to a buble bath, put up some new candles, fed my cat and changed my bedding. I knew he would not wait for another week, he had been desiring me for months. My body was on fire, clouding my judgement and stoping me from being mean to Martin. A text shone on my screen " Cant wait anymore, please let me come now ", aha ! I knew it !
I kept him waiting for a few minutes and then I texted back " oui ".
Martin told me later that he finds the way I say oui to be a great turn on.
I was standing at the door when he stepped out of the lift. He didnt know what to expect either... I hadnt had sex in about 10 days and I really wanted to get laid, specially with someone new and exciting. I love it when a man comes back after breaking up with me earlier.
They all came back, each and everyone of them...except for the only one who really mattered, Ismet.
Back toMartin, I locked the door behind us and we stood there looking at each other for a while. I didnt tell him off, he didnt apoplogize. The break up did not come up at all.We just stared at each other untill he cupped my face and gave me one of his wonderful long languid romantic french kiss he is so good at.
I melted.
Soon we were sitting on my bed, playing with my cat. He noticed I had really sexy shoes on. What is it with that guy and shoes ? Gay ? Fetishist ?
I wore a long black silk nighty with white lace trimming, white high heeled sandals. Martin looked intensely at my mouth and leaned in for a kiss , I asked him if he was sure, he was. I straddled him and took his shirt off, my cat jumped off the bed and went to groom her beautiful self in her basket.
What followed what absolutely incredible.
Nearly five hours of making love, gently, sensously, almost lovingly.
My eastern promess was gazing into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ears, kissing, licking, biting, caressing, groping, touching, kissing, kissing, kissing. and kissing again. Did I mention the kissing ?
My head was spinning from all the pleasure he was giving me abundantly. My heart was racing, my voice was almost broken from all the moaning and screaming.
I must have come a million time. Last time I felt so high, so happy sexually was in Paris a couple of years ago with the best one night stand of my life.
Last night Martin surprised me, he gave himself so completely to me, he did stuff he hadnt before when we were seing each other. And he even introduced me to the world of...foot erotism. I was catching my breath after a hundreth orgasm when suddenlly he started kissing my legs, nice, down down down then he kissed my ankle, ok thats nice too, but then he kissed my shoe ! What ! my shoe ! Hey ! this is the mouth thats gonna kiss mine ! Fortunately these shoes I only use indoors for special dates, therefore they are really clean. Playfully he asked if I often wear shoes to bed...only when you are here, I purred.
My kinky east german gently took my white shoe off and began...sucking my toes ! Normally I would be ticklish but the way he did it was so deliciously sexy I nearly came again. I had no idea Martin could be so kinky, and I had not seen this extremely refined side of his lovemaking. What a yummy surprise.
He drank some soda, when some spilled on my arm he licked it gently off.
It was so dream like... he was on top of me holding my head, smiling at me tenderly and purring some love words I prentended not to hear. It occured to me that had I been a young girl or even a woman without much experience, I could easily have mistaken this for love.
But since I am the boss of my sexlife, I didnt react when he said " we fit together, that thing between us is not easy but we fit together " As we came together at the end, I was out of breath and whispered how wonderful it was that we actually came together and he seductively answered " well... when you got the right woman ".
While he went on the balcony to smoke a cigarette, I checked my clock.
1.30 AM !
What ! We made love for nearly four hours ! Who does that ? I didnt know white men, let alone germans could achieve that !
He returned to bed and kissed my back from my hips all the way to my neck and off we went again on a trip to magicland. I kept expecting him to stab me in the back with some bitchy announcement but he didnt, I was overwhelmed by his tenderness and the beautiful way he made me feel. When he got up for a glass of water I checked the clock again, 2.30 am !
Martin made love to me for five hours last night ! I was speechless. He must have really been wanting it, or maybe he hadnt found someone as sexy as me.
He probably found something prettier, younger, slimmer yes but not as sexy !
We didnt discuss the break up, he did ask if I had met anyone nice and if I had enjoyed them like I enjoy him. I diplomatically answered that it was none of his business and distracted him with kisses. As we ate some truffles,Martin casually mentioned that it was not a problem for me to love chocolate but I could not love a man. Again I distracted him with kisses.
Oh how I had missed that magic.
At some point he was falling asleep on top of me, I argued with myself to keep my head cool, afterall we had been in this situation before, he sleeping trustfully on top of my body , holding my hands and kissing my hair, and still he broke up for no real reason. So I fully immerssed myself in those hours of magic with Martin without any hesitations or fear but I didnt lose myself in them. He was spooning me in front of a james bond movie and I wondered if he was gonna sleep here, no, I thought, no he cant sleep here, its too much. this night has been perfect and I dont want any discussions at 8 am when I will get up and get ready for Church, now I want to shower, play with my cat, have a cup of chocolate and daydream about the fabulous multi Os he gave me all night.
However , it didnt seem polite to chuck him out after the ocean of pleasure he drowned me in. Did he feel my sudden nervousness ? Did he hear my thoughts ? Martin asked if it was ok if he would go home to sleep because he likes to sleep late on sundays. Of course its ok, I answered relieved. Why was it ok, he wondered. Because I have never ever asked you to stay to sleep, of course its ok, I insisted. He asked what I was gonna do after he left, pfff, questions questions.
As he was leaving , we kissed endelessly by my front door ( If that door could talk she would write a best seller and a movie script, hahaha ). The kissing became so intense that Martin lifted me up and pushed me against the door to kiss me some more. For a moment I was tempted to rip his clothes off and make love to him again but my body was getting a bit sore and achy so I calmed him down. He gave me his funny crooked smile and blew me a kiss from the stair case saying " call me ".
Yummy yummy yummy
P.S.
A week later I returned from my trip away , spoke with my children, cuddled with my darling cat, unpacked ,did my laundry, and was downloading some pics on my computer when Martin texted. He remembered I was coming home today. I confirmed I had gotten home and had missed my cat a lot.
I have missed you too, he wrote back, may I come and see you ?
I considered it for a minute as I looked around me. Mess everywhere, washed clothes hanging to dry in everyroom, my bags still half unpacked, a mountain of bits and pieces on my desk and my couch , my bed not even made up yet... If I were reasonable I would have an early night, snore for a few hours and carry on organising tomorrow before going to zumba class.
Was I gonna be sensible ?
The thought of Martin's kissing and his large hands on my body swept away all sense out of me and I texted him back to come in two hours.
I reorganised my drying laundry, fed my cat, tidied up a little, made up a romantic bed and put up lots of candles everywhere. A nice long shower relaxed my slightly achy muscles and by the time Martin knocked on my door I wore my sexiest black negligé with brazilian pink high heels. He loved loved loved my lingerie and nearly panted over my pink shoes. How nice it is to get ready for a man who apreciates my efforts.
He greeted my cat and apologised for needing her mom's attention as soon as she got home, my cat miewed her aproval and observed us from her basket while chewing on her toys. There we were.
Martin giggled that I was striping his clothes off before he even had time to take off his shoes. What did the dude expect ? He must know by now if I let him come here at eleven pm , I have no time nor intention to talk about my week's program. I thought he couldnt possibly top last saturday but he did. Martin was looking at my legs and began kissing my knees, soon we were rolling all over my bed, exploring each other sensously. That mix of gentleness and raw sexyness is such a turn on ! Again he will hardly let me do anything for him, it's like he gets off on watching me come. At some point he was practically dancing inside my body and kissing my neck as he said something really lovely that I am not allowing myself to hear and he actually said it in french ! For a couple of second I jumped back into reality and thought " what ? he didnt just say that did he ? besides we all know men dont control themselves during sex and its impossible to believe a word said then, we have nothing in common except this , OMG if he remembers he said that he will freak out and run away again ". Fortunately he didnt realise he had said this and as I pretended I hadnt heard it , it was never mentioned. We went on and on shagging tenderly. We were having a glass of cold milk much later when he said that im so turned on by him it almost scares him, why do I like him so much, he wanted to know. I explained the reason why I like him that much is because making love with him is like magic. He savoured that compliment before I asked what it was like for him, something I never ever ask men usually.
Why then does he love shagging me so much ? Gefuhle, he said.
In german that means feelings, but I must have misunderstood, it couldnt be. Martin added in a low sexy intimate voive that he never had it so good as with me, he feels that happy only with me. That could be the reason why he came back after such a stupid breakup five months ago. I really dont want a serious conversation with my east german lover otherwise I would be curious to find out more but I rather avoid this fight altogether, lets just enjoy this fabulous sex he gives me for now. Carpe Diem.
At some point he came so hard he fell asleep and it was such a weird feeling. He was holding my left wrist in his right hand while his left arm was around my neck. What should I do ? This felt so good but I didnt want to give into it, the illusion of intimacy was so marvellous it was tough to resist. Yet I remembered how nice it was to sleep besides a man who just made me so happy, how much trust one needs to fall asleep near someone.
My cat jumped back on the bed and curled up against me. That was wonderful.
I had to think of something sexual to take the romance out of the equation, and it occured to me that he might wake up wih a hard on and we would shag again. Good, I thought, this is not about getting closer, its just about recharging our batteries before we have another round of shagging. That is acceptable.
I did my best not to snore and I savoured this moment intensely. When he did wake up he stared into my eyes silently, I closed my eyes as this was a little too wonderful and we did have another fabulous shag ! The things he says to me , the way he looks at me are so intense and so beautiful that if I wasnt me, if I wasnt the boss of my sexlife, I might actually have imagined that the dude has feelings for me. It was 5.30 am when he dressed up to leave, I didnt make any effort to ask him to stay, it had been so dreamlike I just wanted to cuddle up to my cat and snore till midday.
Here is the situation, I have no idea how long Martin will keep making love to me like he cares but I will just go with the flow till he back stabs me unexpectedly again, just having a fabulous time while waiting for this to happen. One thing puzzles me however. When he ditched me, it was because we were getting too close, our love making was too intimate for a loveless connection and and and, What about now ? we still have a loveless connection and we have never been closer ! He is so much more intimate with me now like he had never been before, and thats not too close ? Who will ever understand men's logic ?
Yesterday he tried a brand new aproach and it worked !
He just materialised in front of me at the center yesterday and greeted me warmly. Did he rehearse ? Martin looked happy, smily and confidant, he was fun again. I didnt have time to think, when he said he was happy to see me , I answered likewise. As he said I looked good, I blushed and purred that so did he. We talked about his work, restauring old houses, we talked about my fitness program that seem to agree with me. We talked and talked, smiling and flirting like two old buddies until I really had to do some work. I pointed to my cheek for a peck and he put so much sensuality in this innocent kiss, caressing my cheek, resting his right hand on my left hip, closing his eyes, taking in my perfume. I nearly told him to come home with me. I was on fire. I offered him to call me next saturday when I`ll return from a week away....adding that this time I will actually answer.
The rest of my shift was done with tons of questions on my mind. Does he want to get back into my pants ? Does he want a revenge fuck ? Is he gonna tease me then say " oops, sorry I want to be loved " ? Did he not find a bloody soul mate then ? Is he now open to a sex friendship without love ? What shall I do ? What shall I do ?
As I went home I treated myself to a buble bath, put up some new candles, fed my cat and changed my bedding. I knew he would not wait for another week, he had been desiring me for months. My body was on fire, clouding my judgement and stoping me from being mean to Martin. A text shone on my screen " Cant wait anymore, please let me come now ", aha ! I knew it !
I kept him waiting for a few minutes and then I texted back " oui ".
Martin told me later that he finds the way I say oui to be a great turn on.
I was standing at the door when he stepped out of the lift. He didnt know what to expect either... I hadnt had sex in about 10 days and I really wanted to get laid, specially with someone new and exciting. I love it when a man comes back after breaking up with me earlier.
They all came back, each and everyone of them...except for the only one who really mattered, Ismet.
Back toMartin, I locked the door behind us and we stood there looking at each other for a while. I didnt tell him off, he didnt apoplogize. The break up did not come up at all.We just stared at each other untill he cupped my face and gave me one of his wonderful long languid romantic french kiss he is so good at.
I melted.
Soon we were sitting on my bed, playing with my cat. He noticed I had really sexy shoes on. What is it with that guy and shoes ? Gay ? Fetishist ?
I wore a long black silk nighty with white lace trimming, white high heeled sandals. Martin looked intensely at my mouth and leaned in for a kiss , I asked him if he was sure, he was. I straddled him and took his shirt off, my cat jumped off the bed and went to groom her beautiful self in her basket.
What followed what absolutely incredible.
Nearly five hours of making love, gently, sensously, almost lovingly.
My eastern promess was gazing into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ears, kissing, licking, biting, caressing, groping, touching, kissing, kissing, kissing. and kissing again. Did I mention the kissing ?
My head was spinning from all the pleasure he was giving me abundantly. My heart was racing, my voice was almost broken from all the moaning and screaming.
I must have come a million time. Last time I felt so high, so happy sexually was in Paris a couple of years ago with the best one night stand of my life.
Last night Martin surprised me, he gave himself so completely to me, he did stuff he hadnt before when we were seing each other. And he even introduced me to the world of...foot erotism. I was catching my breath after a hundreth orgasm when suddenlly he started kissing my legs, nice, down down down then he kissed my ankle, ok thats nice too, but then he kissed my shoe ! What ! my shoe ! Hey ! this is the mouth thats gonna kiss mine ! Fortunately these shoes I only use indoors for special dates, therefore they are really clean. Playfully he asked if I often wear shoes to bed...only when you are here, I purred.
My kinky east german gently took my white shoe off and began...sucking my toes ! Normally I would be ticklish but the way he did it was so deliciously sexy I nearly came again. I had no idea Martin could be so kinky, and I had not seen this extremely refined side of his lovemaking. What a yummy surprise.
He drank some soda, when some spilled on my arm he licked it gently off.
It was so dream like... he was on top of me holding my head, smiling at me tenderly and purring some love words I prentended not to hear. It occured to me that had I been a young girl or even a woman without much experience, I could easily have mistaken this for love.
But since I am the boss of my sexlife, I didnt react when he said " we fit together, that thing between us is not easy but we fit together " As we came together at the end, I was out of breath and whispered how wonderful it was that we actually came together and he seductively answered " well... when you got the right woman ".
While he went on the balcony to smoke a cigarette, I checked my clock.
1.30 AM !
What ! We made love for nearly four hours ! Who does that ? I didnt know white men, let alone germans could achieve that !
He returned to bed and kissed my back from my hips all the way to my neck and off we went again on a trip to magicland. I kept expecting him to stab me in the back with some bitchy announcement but he didnt, I was overwhelmed by his tenderness and the beautiful way he made me feel. When he got up for a glass of water I checked the clock again, 2.30 am !
Martin made love to me for five hours last night ! I was speechless. He must have really been wanting it, or maybe he hadnt found someone as sexy as me.
He probably found something prettier, younger, slimmer yes but not as sexy !
We didnt discuss the break up, he did ask if I had met anyone nice and if I had enjoyed them like I enjoy him. I diplomatically answered that it was none of his business and distracted him with kisses. As we ate some truffles,Martin casually mentioned that it was not a problem for me to love chocolate but I could not love a man. Again I distracted him with kisses.
Oh how I had missed that magic.
At some point he was falling asleep on top of me, I argued with myself to keep my head cool, afterall we had been in this situation before, he sleeping trustfully on top of my body , holding my hands and kissing my hair, and still he broke up for no real reason. So I fully immerssed myself in those hours of magic with Martin without any hesitations or fear but I didnt lose myself in them. He was spooning me in front of a james bond movie and I wondered if he was gonna sleep here, no, I thought, no he cant sleep here, its too much. this night has been perfect and I dont want any discussions at 8 am when I will get up and get ready for Church, now I want to shower, play with my cat, have a cup of chocolate and daydream about the fabulous multi Os he gave me all night.
However , it didnt seem polite to chuck him out after the ocean of pleasure he drowned me in. Did he feel my sudden nervousness ? Did he hear my thoughts ? Martin asked if it was ok if he would go home to sleep because he likes to sleep late on sundays. Of course its ok, I answered relieved. Why was it ok, he wondered. Because I have never ever asked you to stay to sleep, of course its ok, I insisted. He asked what I was gonna do after he left, pfff, questions questions.
As he was leaving , we kissed endelessly by my front door ( If that door could talk she would write a best seller and a movie script, hahaha ). The kissing became so intense that Martin lifted me up and pushed me against the door to kiss me some more. For a moment I was tempted to rip his clothes off and make love to him again but my body was getting a bit sore and achy so I calmed him down. He gave me his funny crooked smile and blew me a kiss from the stair case saying " call me ".
Yummy yummy yummy
P.S.
A week later I returned from my trip away , spoke with my children, cuddled with my darling cat, unpacked ,did my laundry, and was downloading some pics on my computer when Martin texted. He remembered I was coming home today. I confirmed I had gotten home and had missed my cat a lot.
I have missed you too, he wrote back, may I come and see you ?
I considered it for a minute as I looked around me. Mess everywhere, washed clothes hanging to dry in everyroom, my bags still half unpacked, a mountain of bits and pieces on my desk and my couch , my bed not even made up yet... If I were reasonable I would have an early night, snore for a few hours and carry on organising tomorrow before going to zumba class.
Was I gonna be sensible ?
The thought of Martin's kissing and his large hands on my body swept away all sense out of me and I texted him back to come in two hours.
I reorganised my drying laundry, fed my cat, tidied up a little, made up a romantic bed and put up lots of candles everywhere. A nice long shower relaxed my slightly achy muscles and by the time Martin knocked on my door I wore my sexiest black negligé with brazilian pink high heels. He loved loved loved my lingerie and nearly panted over my pink shoes. How nice it is to get ready for a man who apreciates my efforts.
He greeted my cat and apologised for needing her mom's attention as soon as she got home, my cat miewed her aproval and observed us from her basket while chewing on her toys. There we were.
Martin giggled that I was striping his clothes off before he even had time to take off his shoes. What did the dude expect ? He must know by now if I let him come here at eleven pm , I have no time nor intention to talk about my week's program. I thought he couldnt possibly top last saturday but he did. Martin was looking at my legs and began kissing my knees, soon we were rolling all over my bed, exploring each other sensously. That mix of gentleness and raw sexyness is such a turn on ! Again he will hardly let me do anything for him, it's like he gets off on watching me come. At some point he was practically dancing inside my body and kissing my neck as he said something really lovely that I am not allowing myself to hear and he actually said it in french ! For a couple of second I jumped back into reality and thought " what ? he didnt just say that did he ? besides we all know men dont control themselves during sex and its impossible to believe a word said then, we have nothing in common except this , OMG if he remembers he said that he will freak out and run away again ". Fortunately he didnt realise he had said this and as I pretended I hadnt heard it , it was never mentioned. We went on and on shagging tenderly. We were having a glass of cold milk much later when he said that im so turned on by him it almost scares him, why do I like him so much, he wanted to know. I explained the reason why I like him that much is because making love with him is like magic. He savoured that compliment before I asked what it was like for him, something I never ever ask men usually.
Why then does he love shagging me so much ? Gefuhle, he said.
In german that means feelings, but I must have misunderstood, it couldnt be. Martin added in a low sexy intimate voive that he never had it so good as with me, he feels that happy only with me. That could be the reason why he came back after such a stupid breakup five months ago. I really dont want a serious conversation with my east german lover otherwise I would be curious to find out more but I rather avoid this fight altogether, lets just enjoy this fabulous sex he gives me for now. Carpe Diem.
At some point he came so hard he fell asleep and it was such a weird feeling. He was holding my left wrist in his right hand while his left arm was around my neck. What should I do ? This felt so good but I didnt want to give into it, the illusion of intimacy was so marvellous it was tough to resist. Yet I remembered how nice it was to sleep besides a man who just made me so happy, how much trust one needs to fall asleep near someone.
My cat jumped back on the bed and curled up against me. That was wonderful.
I had to think of something sexual to take the romance out of the equation, and it occured to me that he might wake up wih a hard on and we would shag again. Good, I thought, this is not about getting closer, its just about recharging our batteries before we have another round of shagging. That is acceptable.
I did my best not to snore and I savoured this moment intensely. When he did wake up he stared into my eyes silently, I closed my eyes as this was a little too wonderful and we did have another fabulous shag ! The things he says to me , the way he looks at me are so intense and so beautiful that if I wasnt me, if I wasnt the boss of my sexlife, I might actually have imagined that the dude has feelings for me. It was 5.30 am when he dressed up to leave, I didnt make any effort to ask him to stay, it had been so dreamlike I just wanted to cuddle up to my cat and snore till midday.
Here is the situation, I have no idea how long Martin will keep making love to me like he cares but I will just go with the flow till he back stabs me unexpectedly again, just having a fabulous time while waiting for this to happen. One thing puzzles me however. When he ditched me, it was because we were getting too close, our love making was too intimate for a loveless connection and and and, What about now ? we still have a loveless connection and we have never been closer ! He is so much more intimate with me now like he had never been before, and thats not too close ? Who will ever understand men's logic ?
Friday, 11 March 2011
Shower fun !
It had been so long since I had sex in the shower that I had forgotten how much fun it could be !
Yesterday afternoon I was swamped in an ocean of paperwork when an old flame rang. He was in Zurich, could we go out for a coffee. Yes, we could but not before two hours and he could pick me up at home. Deal. I put the phone down and went back to my boring calculations for some times till I saw on the desk clock that I only had twenty minutes to go home and get ready for my date. I packed up and rushed home, fed my cat and jumped in the shower. All the same I wasnt ready when Bastien knocked on my door and I just had to open the door, wet with a towel wrapped around me. Bastien's jaw dropped.
We hadnt seeen each other in a while since he is always travelling but I do have a fond memory of our last encounter. I apologised for not being ready yet.
Sorry Bastien, give me ten minutes, Ive just got out of the shower. I smiled.
Bastien's eyes shined up as he put a hand around the back of my neck and purred : You know what ? You are going right back in...with me.
I first thought of the inconvenients, getting my hair wet again, the mess in the bathroom, more towels to wash, but Bastien gave me such a sensuous kiss that I had to grant his request. He took his clothes off while marching me to the bathroom. Oh dear ! there wasnt even any candles lit, nothing romantic had been set up. All this changed when Bastien and I got into the shower and turned the water on, it became so sexy and so erotic than the set up didnt matter anymore.
I had not done this in a long time, it felt like something completely new to me.
Water running all over our bodies, getting into our mouthes, making our caresses slipery, forcing us to take care not to fall. At some point my shower shagbuddy was behind me, kissing my neck, I felt something rock hard trying to slide somewhere not allowed. I turned around gracefully and told him he should know by now that I do not let anything into my backdoor. He laughed, promessing that this was further from his thoughts but should I be interested to experiment some day he would be happy to..Im not. End of story. We went back to making out slowly and shagged standing up against the shower wall since I wont risk the condom getting wet. It was sooooooooooo hot. When all was said and done, Bastien and I sat into the now filled up bath and cuddled till our heart beats went back down to normal. there was water all over the walls and floor of the bathroom, the shower curtain was off the rail and most of my folded dry towels on the shelves were soaked. We made such a mess !
But I was happy, content to have done something new so spontanuously.
When Jake and I were married we often had shower fun, in fact we were always looking for new places to kiss and to make love. The surprise and spontaneity of Bastien desiring to have sex in the shower reminded me of that. Later on we were dryng each other up in front of a cup of tea, and he made a joke on my cat laying down elegantly and quite long on the couch. How are we gonna manage to even sit confortably when she takes up all this room ? he laughed. Well she is my cat and therefore she can make herself as long as she wants to, on our couch. I answered seriously, giving my sleeping cat a look of love that I had not given Bastien even when he was making me scream with pleasure dancing meringue in my body earlier on.
What is it with women and cats ? silly question. It was time for Bastien to leave, we didnt get to go for coffee after all but I was very very clean. Much later on as I had my end of the day shower, I couldnt help giggling at my tub and what it had witnessed.
Yesterday afternoon I was swamped in an ocean of paperwork when an old flame rang. He was in Zurich, could we go out for a coffee. Yes, we could but not before two hours and he could pick me up at home. Deal. I put the phone down and went back to my boring calculations for some times till I saw on the desk clock that I only had twenty minutes to go home and get ready for my date. I packed up and rushed home, fed my cat and jumped in the shower. All the same I wasnt ready when Bastien knocked on my door and I just had to open the door, wet with a towel wrapped around me. Bastien's jaw dropped.
We hadnt seeen each other in a while since he is always travelling but I do have a fond memory of our last encounter. I apologised for not being ready yet.
Sorry Bastien, give me ten minutes, Ive just got out of the shower. I smiled.
Bastien's eyes shined up as he put a hand around the back of my neck and purred : You know what ? You are going right back in...with me.
I first thought of the inconvenients, getting my hair wet again, the mess in the bathroom, more towels to wash, but Bastien gave me such a sensuous kiss that I had to grant his request. He took his clothes off while marching me to the bathroom. Oh dear ! there wasnt even any candles lit, nothing romantic had been set up. All this changed when Bastien and I got into the shower and turned the water on, it became so sexy and so erotic than the set up didnt matter anymore.
I had not done this in a long time, it felt like something completely new to me.
Water running all over our bodies, getting into our mouthes, making our caresses slipery, forcing us to take care not to fall. At some point my shower shagbuddy was behind me, kissing my neck, I felt something rock hard trying to slide somewhere not allowed. I turned around gracefully and told him he should know by now that I do not let anything into my backdoor. He laughed, promessing that this was further from his thoughts but should I be interested to experiment some day he would be happy to..Im not. End of story. We went back to making out slowly and shagged standing up against the shower wall since I wont risk the condom getting wet. It was sooooooooooo hot. When all was said and done, Bastien and I sat into the now filled up bath and cuddled till our heart beats went back down to normal. there was water all over the walls and floor of the bathroom, the shower curtain was off the rail and most of my folded dry towels on the shelves were soaked. We made such a mess !
But I was happy, content to have done something new so spontanuously.
When Jake and I were married we often had shower fun, in fact we were always looking for new places to kiss and to make love. The surprise and spontaneity of Bastien desiring to have sex in the shower reminded me of that. Later on we were dryng each other up in front of a cup of tea, and he made a joke on my cat laying down elegantly and quite long on the couch. How are we gonna manage to even sit confortably when she takes up all this room ? he laughed. Well she is my cat and therefore she can make herself as long as she wants to, on our couch. I answered seriously, giving my sleeping cat a look of love that I had not given Bastien even when he was making me scream with pleasure dancing meringue in my body earlier on.
What is it with women and cats ? silly question. It was time for Bastien to leave, we didnt get to go for coffee after all but I was very very clean. Much later on as I had my end of the day shower, I couldnt help giggling at my tub and what it had witnessed.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Simon, bad looks can hide a treasure !
Simon (name changed) is not at all what you call good looking, he is short, fat, has many scars from surgeries, he fought and won against cancer twice, he is an executive in a national compagnie and is quite old fashioned.
However.....whenever we meet, which is not often, he turns up with expensive beautiful roses, pastries and makes me laugh really hard. He is so educated and has such a sense of humour, that alone makes him attractive. Sexually speaking he really. really, really knows how to pleasure me, so the hell with his looks ! that was great !
However.....whenever we meet, which is not often, he turns up with expensive beautiful roses, pastries and makes me laugh really hard. He is so educated and has such a sense of humour, that alone makes him attractive. Sexually speaking he really. really, really knows how to pleasure me, so the hell with his looks ! that was great !
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Martin was sooo romantic !
Got him last night ! yoohoo !
Martin just rang out of the blue to say he was in my neighbourhood and wanted the house number. Oops ! within 10 minutes I showered ,got changed, tidied up my living room, fed my cat, brushed my teeth, hid my plate of spaghettis in the fridge and opened the door looking relaxed and confidant to a smiling Martin who wore a * I am gonna get a great fuck* look on his face.
I made some coffee and we talked, I think it was a little strange that he followed me to the kitchen as I made coffee, but I am letting go of that for now.
As I suspected he is German, worse even , he is east German ! Aww man !
And thats not all..i thought he was 35 and he is actually 29 ! 29 years old for crying outloud ! I told him I am 20 years older than he is and it didnt stop him at all, asking me if it is really an issue, I decided it is not.
No one will know and we are not gonna get involved anyway so who cares ?
At first we made a lot of small talk, he went to smoke on the balcony while I put a dvd of the Simpsons on, I joined him on the balcony and we stared at each other in the moonlight for a while till I said this is the perfect time to kiss. Martin looked at me all seriously, took a step closer, cupped my face in his long pale skinny hands and began kissing me.
And boy can he kiss !
We kissed and kissed and kissed on my balcony, I wonder if my idiotic voyeur neighbour was watching. We kissed some more. We went back inside, he was kissing my neck as we fell on the bed. I told him we need to use condoms and he produced an entire box he had in his pocket!
At last a clever boy !
So we are in bed, everything is wonderful......there is a lot of kissing and touching going on....more kissing and cuddling...ok but now I want more so I go a couple of step further and treat him to a fantastic blow job that he loved so much he...came !
Ok I hid my disappointment and kissed him some more, he responded with tons of cuddling and necking and kissing, fine.
Martin didnt achieve wood.... didnt even make any silly comments or excuses, he just remarked that it was bloody inconvenient, thats all , just bloody inconvenient ! lol
Still , the whole thing felt as if we were making love, all the components were there, holding me , cupping my face, kissing me all over, looking into my eyes, moaning, sighing. He is very sensuous, he enjoys being touched and voices what he feels, this is very sexy to me.
So we are spooning and groping each other but he still doesn't get hard !
After a while I decided that he is so good at everything else he does that I will just enjoy this weird non coital love making. I will just pretend we are lesbian lovers.
And we carried on making love like this for about 2 hours, he said I am insatiable, lol, I answered I am when something is so wonderful.
I wish more men would remember to cuddle during sex, like Martin does, or maybe they dont bother because they got wood and they are too busy pounding away to remember tenderness and sensuality.
I dont know what is best, the crasy pounding or the long pleasure of making love without an erection.
hmmm I suppose I am just gonna have to keep dating lots of different guys so that I can experience all of it. Yum.
On a funny note, I discovered , just in time, a text from my daughter saying she was coming over at 1am to sleep here after a concert. I explained this to Martin who still took his time to shower and dress but he left on time after kissing me a million time more, mmmm
By the time my daughter arrived, 10 minutes later, I had aired the room, changed the bedding, washed my hair, showered and got into a nightie.
That was the most romantic date in the history of romantic dates !
Martin is welcomed to watch the Simpsons with me again anytime, lol.
Check my ebook here
Martin just rang out of the blue to say he was in my neighbourhood and wanted the house number. Oops ! within 10 minutes I showered ,got changed, tidied up my living room, fed my cat, brushed my teeth, hid my plate of spaghettis in the fridge and opened the door looking relaxed and confidant to a smiling Martin who wore a * I am gonna get a great fuck* look on his face.I made some coffee and we talked, I think it was a little strange that he followed me to the kitchen as I made coffee, but I am letting go of that for now.
As I suspected he is German, worse even , he is east German ! Aww man !
And thats not all..i thought he was 35 and he is actually 29 ! 29 years old for crying outloud ! I told him I am 20 years older than he is and it didnt stop him at all, asking me if it is really an issue, I decided it is not.
No one will know and we are not gonna get involved anyway so who cares ?
At first we made a lot of small talk, he went to smoke on the balcony while I put a dvd of the Simpsons on, I joined him on the balcony and we stared at each other in the moonlight for a while till I said this is the perfect time to kiss. Martin looked at me all seriously, took a step closer, cupped my face in his long pale skinny hands and began kissing me.
And boy can he kiss !
We kissed and kissed and kissed on my balcony, I wonder if my idiotic voyeur neighbour was watching. We kissed some more. We went back inside, he was kissing my neck as we fell on the bed. I told him we need to use condoms and he produced an entire box he had in his pocket!
At last a clever boy !
So we are in bed, everything is wonderful......there is a lot of kissing and touching going on....more kissing and cuddling...ok but now I want more so I go a couple of step further and treat him to a fantastic blow job that he loved so much he...came !
Ok I hid my disappointment and kissed him some more, he responded with tons of cuddling and necking and kissing, fine.
Martin didnt achieve wood.... didnt even make any silly comments or excuses, he just remarked that it was bloody inconvenient, thats all , just bloody inconvenient ! lol
Still , the whole thing felt as if we were making love, all the components were there, holding me , cupping my face, kissing me all over, looking into my eyes, moaning, sighing. He is very sensuous, he enjoys being touched and voices what he feels, this is very sexy to me.
So we are spooning and groping each other but he still doesn't get hard !
After a while I decided that he is so good at everything else he does that I will just enjoy this weird non coital love making. I will just pretend we are lesbian lovers.
And we carried on making love like this for about 2 hours, he said I am insatiable, lol, I answered I am when something is so wonderful.
I wish more men would remember to cuddle during sex, like Martin does, or maybe they dont bother because they got wood and they are too busy pounding away to remember tenderness and sensuality.
I dont know what is best, the crasy pounding or the long pleasure of making love without an erection.
hmmm I suppose I am just gonna have to keep dating lots of different guys so that I can experience all of it. Yum.
On a funny note, I discovered , just in time, a text from my daughter saying she was coming over at 1am to sleep here after a concert. I explained this to Martin who still took his time to shower and dress but he left on time after kissing me a million time more, mmmm
By the time my daughter arrived, 10 minutes later, I had aired the room, changed the bedding, washed my hair, showered and got into a nightie.
That was the most romantic date in the history of romantic dates !
Martin is welcomed to watch the Simpsons with me again anytime, lol.
Check my ebook here
Saturday, 18 September 2010
The hot eastern german
Yours truely was working in the center today, when i got a couple of saucy texts from Igor about how he would love to push me against a wall and..and...and.... But ! he has got his little boy this week end.
( Why did the plonker flirt with me then ? )
Nuff said. not gonna happen tonight.
But now im on fire after having re read the explicit details of what Igor is dreaming of doing to my body. what shall i do ? shall i call Mark who poped in to say hi yesterday ? oh no too soon. shall i answer Djamel when he keeps calling like a mad man ? nah.
I know ! I want something new !
suddenly.. .. in walks this customer, taking ages to peruse trough different products. I had noticed him before, even though he is not my style.
Volker is white, tall, skinny and probably german though Im not sure.
He has got smiling eyes, a shag me smile and is quite soft spoken and good mannered, which makes me wonder for a moment if this hottie might be gay ,lol.
All the same. I went over and chatted him up, I noticed he sounded quite educated and wore a painter`s uniform, said he rather have a real conversation than endless internet chatting.
The cute german from the east was shocked to hear im nearly 50 and said he loves cosy evenings in front of a movie, oh yeah ? ill movie YOU mate.
Since he was making eyes at me and talking in a sexy Falco-like tone of voice, I mentioned casually he might wanna call to ask me out, which led to my giving him my number !!!!
He remarked he didnt know my name so I held my hand out whilst saying it and he............ kissed my hand !!!!
Hmm it had been a while since someone had done that..... I may have blushed from surprise and even more when i told him to leave cos i had to close up and he kissed my hand again !!!
Wow ! does that mean he likes to kiss ? and how much of a good kisser is he ? Man I love seducing someone new ! the anticipating is so sexy !! Ill let you know how it goes after i put his body on fire !!!!!
( Why did the plonker flirt with me then ? )
Nuff said. not gonna happen tonight.
But now im on fire after having re read the explicit details of what Igor is dreaming of doing to my body. what shall i do ? shall i call Mark who poped in to say hi yesterday ? oh no too soon. shall i answer Djamel when he keeps calling like a mad man ? nah.
I know ! I want something new !
suddenly.. .. in walks this customer, taking ages to peruse trough different products. I had noticed him before, even though he is not my style.
Volker is white, tall, skinny and probably german though Im not sure.
He has got smiling eyes, a shag me smile and is quite soft spoken and good mannered, which makes me wonder for a moment if this hottie might be gay ,lol.
All the same. I went over and chatted him up, I noticed he sounded quite educated and wore a painter`s uniform, said he rather have a real conversation than endless internet chatting.
The cute german from the east was shocked to hear im nearly 50 and said he loves cosy evenings in front of a movie, oh yeah ? ill movie YOU mate.
Since he was making eyes at me and talking in a sexy Falco-like tone of voice, I mentioned casually he might wanna call to ask me out, which led to my giving him my number !!!!
He remarked he didnt know my name so I held my hand out whilst saying it and he............ kissed my hand !!!!
Hmm it had been a while since someone had done that..... I may have blushed from surprise and even more when i told him to leave cos i had to close up and he kissed my hand again !!!
Wow ! does that mean he likes to kiss ? and how much of a good kisser is he ? Man I love seducing someone new ! the anticipating is so sexy !! Ill let you know how it goes after i put his body on fire !!!!!
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