Tuesday, 29 January 2008
Tell you something
This blog has been going into direction that is far from being realistic. Well, it's all true. But...well...ah. Why does everybody think that i'm f****** everybody else? I don't mind or care about what the everybody and the everybody else think, but it's just not true.
Having an extraordinary tendency to get myself into trouble, it all seems like some crazy life. Which is not. It's what happens to you, and you, and yes, you as well. Or at least it will.
The thing is just that it all happened at the same time to me. Some kind of an overload, or an OD. Thank god i stopped at the right moment, before I could regret so much, all the so called experience and fun and whatever that I didn't do, eventhough I appearently seem to have done. The things I never said, but I should have, the opportunities I missed, the opportunities I made and then bailed on them and made other people bail, the words that said to little, the smiles that showed too much, the things i did to you, the things i didn'd let you do to me, the things i made you believe...
Just a girl, trying to handle new things, new emotions, new positions. All of them very unexpected.
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
3rd
...and you move, and open your mouth in a sexy way,
and my breath melts with your breath,
my body is your body,
and my pleasure is your pleasure,
and...
and my breath melts with your breath,
my body is your body,
and my pleasure is your pleasure,
and...
2nd
...let's continue and slowly put my legs between your legs, kiss you and let you feel my body on top of yours.
move.
let you feel a bit more.
you still have your clothes on.
and i'm just...
...fucking you.
move.
let you feel a bit more.
you still have your clothes on.
and i'm just...
...fucking you.
1st
...going behind you now, kiss the back of your neck, touch you, having my hands all over you, kiss your ears and go down, keep touching, move and be in front of you, look you in the eyes and just...
...go down.
...go down.
Monday, 21 January 2008
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
The red effect
It started as an easy going evening with friends. A few drinks, talking, music, and all that. What followed was a night of great music, beer and one friend making me a hacky just for the fucking sake of it (she will so be ashamed of it tomorrow) and the other one convincing me that it's not wrong to have sex, even if his girlfriend is a friend of mine. Weird.
I will not go into details. Yes, I know you want me to, but, eh, it happened, it's over and I'm sick and tired of thinking about this stuff.
But don't worry, the chain of things happening to me is not over, and the details shall be revealed.
I will not go into details. Yes, I know you want me to, but, eh, it happened, it's over and I'm sick and tired of thinking about this stuff.
But don't worry, the chain of things happening to me is not over, and the details shall be revealed.
Wednesday, 9 January 2008
Makes me
I want to dive into you
Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth
:)
from: Maroon 5, Makes me wonder
Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth
:)
from: Maroon 5, Makes me wonder
Wrong direction moves
There is another one. The sweetest person in the world. I love her to death. She knows me, my every loook, expression, every thought and every move. She's there where all the world disappoints, when I don't know what to do, when my ego fails to lead. She wants the best for me. I can tell her anything and she'll understand.
At least I thought so.
Why is she now making her inner feeling of safety more important than my happiness? All the things I told her, it was because she understands and she doesn't judge and she unselfishly accepts who I am.
At least I thought so.
Now I am making her suffer by being me. She thinks it's wrong and sick. I guess that doesn't matter. Once a supposably smart girl told me that in the end you are the one that matters. The others leave or simply die. Now gonna make a move from worried to right.:)
At least I thought so.
Why is she now making her inner feeling of safety more important than my happiness? All the things I told her, it was because she understands and she doesn't judge and she unselfishly accepts who I am.
At least I thought so.
Now I am making her suffer by being me. She thinks it's wrong and sick. I guess that doesn't matter. Once a supposably smart girl told me that in the end you are the one that matters. The others leave or simply die. Now gonna make a move from worried to right.:)
Move her all
How i know she wants it now. She wants to strip me, move me to the wall, not caring if it hurts, fuck, she'd like it even more. How she'd then let me not let her move. And how I'd then do it all. And more than all.
Tuesday, 8 January 2008
Papi's moves
There is this girl. Fuck, there are billions of them, but I want to talk about a specific one.
She's a player. No matter the fact that she's seriously involved with someone. She has this wicked and nasty mind. I bet that even in her sleep she dreams of what she would do to someone or have done to her by a certain actress, singer or whoever she finds sexy. She has this cool style, kind of easy going, relaxed manner of speaking and behaving. She speaks english better than her mothertongue. She's an eyebrows-pulling freak, even if she doesn't know that. She unintentionally gives an impression of being a real Papi styler. I guess her history has something to do with it. Respect. Especially since what the word-of-mouth brought to me about her capabilities. She is praised in the world of sex. I'm sure that one day she'll have her own wax figure in the Madame Tussauds museum. And she's very much into me.
She wakes up and starts making up silly excuses just to talk to me. She basically wants me. My body, to be precise. I'm telling you, people, this girl is crazy. I don't get to see her much. I guess it's better this way.And I must say I am a bit curious about what the hell it is that she does to people to make them smile in a nasty whenever the topic comes up. Superpowers? Pure guesses? Talent? Practice? The sum of the stated? Should I make an empirical research?
Heh, you must be wondering if I would let my body to this international sex muse. Well, she is full of shit. And a chicken. She starts with all this crap, but I am so sure that if she was in the position to do something, she would run from the harmless creature like me.
She's a chicken.
But also a teaser.
And a fucking good one.
She's a player. No matter the fact that she's seriously involved with someone. She has this wicked and nasty mind. I bet that even in her sleep she dreams of what she would do to someone or have done to her by a certain actress, singer or whoever she finds sexy. She has this cool style, kind of easy going, relaxed manner of speaking and behaving. She speaks english better than her mothertongue. She's an eyebrows-pulling freak, even if she doesn't know that. She unintentionally gives an impression of being a real Papi styler. I guess her history has something to do with it. Respect. Especially since what the word-of-mouth brought to me about her capabilities. She is praised in the world of sex. I'm sure that one day she'll have her own wax figure in the Madame Tussauds museum. And she's very much into me.
She wakes up and starts making up silly excuses just to talk to me. She basically wants me. My body, to be precise. I'm telling you, people, this girl is crazy. I don't get to see her much. I guess it's better this way.And I must say I am a bit curious about what the hell it is that she does to people to make them smile in a nasty whenever the topic comes up. Superpowers? Pure guesses? Talent? Practice? The sum of the stated? Should I make an empirical research?
Heh, you must be wondering if I would let my body to this international sex muse. Well, she is full of shit. And a chicken. She starts with all this crap, but I am so sure that if she was in the position to do something, she would run from the harmless creature like me.
She's a chicken.
But also a teaser.
And a fucking good one.
Monday, 7 January 2008
Move on her by her
I met a girl some months ago. She's my friends' friend, which somehow made her my friend and me her friend. Ah, as long as we're all friends.
Basically, the girl has been hitting on me since day one. I never cared. Of course not, I was all uh ah oh in love with my babe (burni in hell you bitch for dumping me grrrrJ). Now that I'm single and free as a bird, I'm getting kind of…bored. And so I start getting ideas. On saturday I went out. With some friends. The girl was also there. All crazy. I've never seen her like that. The shy girl with dark eyes was suddenly gone. Instead, there was this sexy creature, seducing me from head to toes, doing a lap dance and biting me softly. Obviously something had to happen. It would be totally mean of me, if I let the evening end without an appropriate award for the lady.:) After kissing her in the club we went home. For, khm, coffee. Out of nowhere we started kissing again. And she lifted me. I knew she was strong, but I had no idea she knew how to transform the strenght into pure passion. And i refused to give her control over situation. She opened her eyes, looked at me deadly seriously and suddenly I was under her. Her lips were so soft, her touch was like a feather…but I couldn't move. I started going crazy, I bit her, she bit me more, I moved, she moved me more. And then she left.
Good thing they always come back…;)
Basically, the girl has been hitting on me since day one. I never cared. Of course not, I was all uh ah oh in love with my babe (burni in hell you bitch for dumping me grrrrJ). Now that I'm single and free as a bird, I'm getting kind of…bored. And so I start getting ideas. On saturday I went out. With some friends. The girl was also there. All crazy. I've never seen her like that. The shy girl with dark eyes was suddenly gone. Instead, there was this sexy creature, seducing me from head to toes, doing a lap dance and biting me softly. Obviously something had to happen. It would be totally mean of me, if I let the evening end without an appropriate award for the lady.:) After kissing her in the club we went home. For, khm, coffee. Out of nowhere we started kissing again. And she lifted me. I knew she was strong, but I had no idea she knew how to transform the strenght into pure passion. And i refused to give her control over situation. She opened her eyes, looked at me deadly seriously and suddenly I was under her. Her lips were so soft, her touch was like a feather…but I couldn't move. I started going crazy, I bit her, she bit me more, I moved, she moved me more. And then she left.
Good thing they always come back…;)
Moving on
I don't like people that much. More precisely, I reaaalllyyy don't like people. I get bored with them, most of them are on the virge of being retarded, they tend to behave like sheep and talk too much. Still, I don't to be able to be alone. I am in constant search of company, even if it's just for a coffee. I promised myself once (well, i didn't really promise, because I knew it wouldn't work anyway) that I will never use people, especially not my friends.
Well, fuck, I am doing it again. I just got out of a relationship that was the best thing that ever started and the worst thing that ever ended. But I guess that's life. Anyway, now I'm dealing with it, again, like a real Alice…messing around with people. For the past month it has been all about getting laid and kissing. My friends says I'm »emotionally unavailable« and that's why I don't go beyind physical. Ah, give me a break and stop with the Oprah feat. Dr.Phil crap.
Still, I got lucky. Or not. Hm. I met two really nice people. Both intelligent (hehe, one more than the other), good looking and all the stuff a typical match-making-agencly applicant would describe in their praised demands. So here I am, having a great time with both, separately of course, and at the same time living with my ex. Hehe, you might think it's crazy, but I just find it brave.
Well, fuck, I am doing it again. I just got out of a relationship that was the best thing that ever started and the worst thing that ever ended. But I guess that's life. Anyway, now I'm dealing with it, again, like a real Alice…messing around with people. For the past month it has been all about getting laid and kissing. My friends says I'm »emotionally unavailable« and that's why I don't go beyind physical. Ah, give me a break and stop with the Oprah feat. Dr.Phil crap.
Still, I got lucky. Or not. Hm. I met two really nice people. Both intelligent (hehe, one more than the other), good looking and all the stuff a typical match-making-agencly applicant would describe in their praised demands. So here I am, having a great time with both, separately of course, and at the same time living with my ex. Hehe, you might think it's crazy, but I just find it brave.
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