Make time for pleasure

Whatever you do, never forget to take some you-time during the day and have some fun. Even if it is just a cup of tea, enjoy the wonderful aroma, sip it slowly and feel the taste, close your eyes for a couple of minutes and fully live the moment you are drinking your cup of favourite tea. You can always answer the phone, check your emails, do your books and return your boss's call in a few minutes. But do take some time for yourself each and everyday.
The same goes for sex. So what if your schedule is so tight you don't feel like planning a romantic night and even a bubble bath seems like a chore, if a great lover is available for a short time in the morning or during your lunch break and he happens to want to jump your bones too...., you should grab the chance to relax and treat yourself to a power quickie. Yes it might lack the magic of candle light and silk lingerie but you will feel so naughty to be doing the deed at a time you are supposed to catch your breath or gulp down some junk food or get ready to stress even more. Adrenalin will pump up and down, Oxytocin and Endorphin ( the feel good hormones the brain release when we have fun ) will give you some energy stronger than any drugs could and without the nasty side effects.
To give yourself the time to fuse your body with another, to kiss passionately and enjoy delirious orgasms with someone who is on the same wavelength and time schedule you are. To just live this moment of pure primal pleasure just for yourself is so......liberating !
There is no time to cuddle afterwards ? Who cares ? You will  need to go to the bathroom anyway.
Your hair is disheveled  and your make up has melted, so what ? You feel now so good and so rejuvenated it was well worth it. One trip to the bathroom later, your clothes are back on, your make up is retouched, your hair is innocent looking and you are the only one knowing why you  smile happily and have a sudden boost of energy lasting the whole day.
Yay for power quickies !

best to be honest

2 weeks ago I had a huge surprise.
A former shagbuddy of mine just paid me a visit at the center. I was counting bottles of lavender oils to see if we should order some more, minding my own business, miles away from thinking about sex when I noticed a tall slim black man standing silently a few feet from me. Looking up at him I felt my heart jump.
Byron !
Byron, lovely, romantic, sensual and adorable Byron !
Yay !
I rushed in his arms for a great bear hug. So happy to see him again.
He is back in Zurich and thought we might catch up on gossips. In the tea room where I usually have my breaks, Byron told me what he had been up to for the past four years since he left. Back packing through Europe, meeting great people, reading ancient litterature, learning more foreign languages. As I listened to Byron, I realised that I had really liked him although I barely noticed when he left. Why did he leave already ? Oh yes I remember now, I was too dispassionate and noncomital for him. He was too smart and definetely too decent for me. When the topic turned to me I found myself telling him about Martin and K, and how this  had made me even more determined to keep love out of my life and refuse to commit to romance and love.
Why did I tell him that ? What possesed me to be so honest ? Since when do I tell men my inner thoughts ? Did I like Byron more than I thought or is it because he took me by surprise and I had no time to put my armour on ?
He seemed unimpressed that my position in those matters had not changed in all those years, adding that I had more to offer than just that. ( I know ) I insisted that this is what makes me happy and he remarqued that it must be because I already done it all, marriage, love, raising children and the whole nine yeards. ( I know that too ! ) .
It was time for me to return to the center but I asked him to come over for dinner when he has time, he answered he would think about it. As I wanted to give him my number he gave me his and whispered softly that he already had mine. What ! He has kept my number all this years ? Why ? Who does that ? Does he still like me ?
I gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, whispering I want to see him soon, before waltzing back to work.
It felt wonderful Byron wanting me again but I may have made a mistake by being too honest.
2 weeks and a couple of texts later, we still havent gotten together and I wonder if maybe he might have hoped that I would be ready for something more substantial by now and I blew it by declaring im not.
Byron is just to good to be lied to and if Im losing an opportunity to sleep with him because I told him im still me.......I shall accept that.
If one night he decides to take a walk on the wild side, at least he will do so knowing what to expect.
I guess it is best to be honnest after all.

The key to my happyness : no love just great sex

Last night I run into an old sexfriend of mine who is also someone articulated and stable who  always knows exactly what he is doing at any time. We had a wonderful, sizzling hot evening of beyond wild sex together, he gave himself to me so completely that if I didnt know better , I might have mistaken this for feelings. After a couple of hours of deep french kissing, fondling, licking, humping insanely, giggling at each other and humping again, fusing together deeply and humping again passionately , melting in each other and humping again.......and again.... and again. After a couple of hours of this, he fell on top of me, holding my hands waiting for his heartbeat to go down then sat up, looked at me and smiled.
-This was absolutely....
-I know,I smiled back. I thought I had a wolf between my legs, did I hear you growl at some point ?
He noded with a big wide grin :
-Wow, I mean wow !
-I giggled and said : U know you have a really great smile, I love your smile
He smiled some more and whispered :
-I love everypart of you
-How come it is always so fantastic with you ? I have a tendency to get bored quickly with blokes but not with you, I purred.
-Same here, he flirted, this thing between us is ecxeptional, how long has it been ? 9 years ? and you still glue me to the ceiling ?
I came closer and kissed him softly, he closed his eyes and pretended to growl again, we bursted out with laughter. It occured to me that he had a plane to catch in 2 hours and maybe this was for the best.
Im not going through this again. Falling for the perfect lover.
-Do you want me to drive you to the airport ? I offered as I unstraddled him.
-Nah, he declined politly, I will call a cab, there a few things and a couple of calls I need to get done before my flight.
He had a shower before getting dressed and I still lingered on the messy bed half naked watching him.
This was getting too cozy, I needed to take out some romance and put back some casual into this.
As he was fully clothed and picked up his overnight bag, he bent over to kiss me.
-I like you better when you are naked, I whispered in his ear.
.Hmmm I look forward to fucking you again, he purred seductively.
Did he feel it too ?  That this was nearly perfect, way too good for comfort ?
However, he and I are exactly on the same wavelength and understand each other perfectly. I am not letting romantic love back in my life, not as long as I am the boss of my sexlife, the boss of my life, After a long scented bath where I could recall the many hottest moments with my abroad lover and not a single scary, ugly, worrying one, I realised that maybe this was the key to happyness. A great man who comes in, with no agenda and no demands whatsoever, gives me his body and takes mine, and leaves after a good cuddle. This is what makes me happy, to be able to focus on the beauty of a sexual connection without worrying about the agony of love. As I woke up this morning and switched my mobile phone on, I found two empty texts from a number I dont know. Oh dear !
That exactly what Martin used to do to reconnect with me. Not a chance, I thought, Im the boss of my sexlife, very happily so and im not letting you back in.

The privilege of being single

Tomorrow Valentine shall be upon us again with its usual consequences. Smug arrogant married women or those in long term relationships will look at single women condescendingly and sigh
" oh dear ! You are still alone ? no rose or candy for you yet ? "
Let me explain what happens when you are a single woman.
ALL YOUR OPTIONS ARE OPEN !
The sky is the limit. You want to get laid, you seduce someone and you get laid. You don't want to get laid, you don't. You need not do stuff against your will for fear of losing him. Being single means being totally free, completely in charge of your life. So what if you don't get one yearly attention on that day ? You can get plenty attentions any other day of the year. Don't you find it terribly unspontaneous to know that your man has to be nice to you that very day for the sake of tradition ? How boring is that ? What about the rest of the year ? Does your man help you rearing the kids ? Does he do his share of housework ? Does he get the trash out and fold the clean laundry ? Does he comfort you when you don't feel good ? Does he give you orgasms regularly ?
In other words.... does your man treats you well all year or does he make a fake effort only on Valentine day ?
There you have it. To all my friends and readers who are single for one reason or another I will say this : It is ok to be single on Valentine day !
Like me, make a point of not accepting a date on that day and claim the privilege of being free.
If Valentine is the celebration of love. lets remember that there are several kinds of love. Send Valentine greetings to your sexfriends, to your ex spouses if you are still friends, text valentines messages to your grown kids, to your friends, to people you admire or appreciate in a non sexual way.
Above all, have fun. Treat yourself. I am treating myself to a movie, a chocolate dessert and a comedic dvd at home later. I usually get lots of texts from family and friends and a few past and current lovers, but it will be ok whether I do or not. I am going to celebrate being alive, well and free.

Got laid big time this morning ! Yay

Ever since the year started I didnt like any of those who made a pass at me and we all know I would rather have no sex that bad sex or average sex. Therefore I had not  had any yet ....However....... this morning my blackberry beeped at 7am with a text from my favourite shag buddy Igor.
-Wanna have breakfast ?
Breakfast ? I thought, does he really think I am getting out of my fluffy warm bed just to have breakfast ? Whatever.
My blackberry beeped again.
-I wanna eat you out, thats what I am having for breakfast, what do you want  to eat ?
Wow ! Now he is talking !
Within ten minutes I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth while texting him
-YES YES YES  NOW !!!
I showered , combed my hair, fluffed my pillows, threw a gorgeous red spread on my messy bed, put some condoms next to the pillows and lit up a couple of candles. When I opened the door to a very horny Igor he opened his arms and I just had to jump into them while wrapping my legs around his thorax. After putting me down,  Igor threw his clothes all over the corridor and showed me his magnificient hard on before stuffing it in my mouth. This is something I would never accept of a one night stand but Igor and I have been sexfriends for a number of years therefore that is ok with me. Getting off my knees I grabbed his manhood by the hand and led him to my bedroom. The sun was not up yet, red candles were shining and the scent of my new Chanel perfume was driving him absolutely crazy. Igor pushed me down on the bed and kissed my whole body up and down while I was already drowning in pleasure. That man sure knows his way around my body.
By the time we got to kissing passionately his body was dancing on mine and something slipped in somewhere without wearing a coat.
tss tss tss !
For a brief moment I felt such ecstasy that I screamed his name and almost forgot mine. Every cell in my being just lit up in a thousands little fires. He gave in for a couple of minute and asked if I took the pill, I thought about it for a minute and lied. Igor withdrew immediately and put a condom on so that he could get back inside quickly.
-You know , he whispered sexily, if you and I start going bareback we wont be able to stop and we might feel a little too good and we might get into trouble, you know ?
I know.
I know only too well, for  the last time I allowed  myself to feel a "little too good " I started losing control, I do know, and I refuse to have another Martin situation. Not wanting to go into details I just panted that he was right , that this would be wrong and would he shut up and fuck me now pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase.
The sex that ensued was absolutely torrid , wild but also slow, sexy, sensuous, sensual, with moments of madness. I felt so high that I avoided looking into his eyes and he into mine. Later on, after he went to work, I realised that making love without protection to someone you like is not only a health hazard for obvious reasons, it is also an emotional hazard for it makes the sexual connection so much stronger, it gives it a different meaning, takes it to a much higher level, add some sexy stares and post sex cuddles into the mix and you can be sure to lose control of the situation. This is how we lose our power, this is how men get to us. I really dont want to go trough that ordeal again so I shall carry on having glorious sex the way I like it, protecting my health and my heart with condoms.
Beautiful, magical sensation though.....
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