When he got in, he was all sweaty and dirty from working on his brother's new place. He jumped in the shower and got clean. When he came out he went into the bedroom as usual and started to get dressed. I pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He was still moist from the shower. I was completely dressed, and he slipped his hands under my shirt to caress my back. He undid my belt and the button on my jeans so that he could slip his hand inside.
This is when I said that he'd have to fight for what he wanted. At this point we both got giddy and giggly. He started pulling on my jeans hard. Forcing them down and I was laughing hard, he kept flinging me around to get my jeans and panties off.
When he finally succeeded he was kneeling on the edge of the bed and my legs were on his shoulders. He dropped down to the floor and started licking. Licking and fingering, teasing, and getting me oh so wet.
Then he stood and pushed himself into me. We changed position a million times. We have a mirror near the bedroom and I wanted to watch. I eventually stood up and leaned against the wardrobe, and he took me from behind. Pounding into me hard. Grabbing my tits, squeezing my nipples.
From there we went back to the bed. And I was on top. I always cum when I'm on top. Just like the song... He teased my ass, had me grinding for more. And when he pushed his finger in I came hard.
We finished with me kneeling over him, showing him my pussy from behind. I fingered myself for him, and he came watching me.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Sex Shop Story
So Bf and I were in KL for about 10 days with nothing to do but wait for our India visas and go shopping in the many shopping malls that they have there. In one of these there was a sex shop full of toys and lube. I've been pushing bf to go to one with me here in Italy, not in town but when we pass one in another town. Italy is such a small place I think he's afraid of bumping into someone he knows so he kept refusing. But faced with a sex shop in a mall in a foreign country he actually asked me if I wanted to go in.
It was pretty surreal. It was all black lights and bead curtains. There was this young guy (about 18) who wouldn't leave our sides. He kept talking about the products. Saying things like "this will stimulate both holes". I just kept laughing. I thought it was the funniest thing. So every time I touched an object he'd make some lewd comment about what it did.
On the shelves there were also Origami cranes as decoration. Bf pointed them out because I know how to make them too. When I touched one of those the guy said "those are just for decoration". Hahahaha
I just cracked up and had to walk out. I was picturing one getting stuffed into holes....
Bf complained that it was impossible to buy anything with a leech on your back like that. He wanted more privacy to talk to me about the objects. Too bad really, it would have been fun to get something.
It was pretty surreal. It was all black lights and bead curtains. There was this young guy (about 18) who wouldn't leave our sides. He kept talking about the products. Saying things like "this will stimulate both holes". I just kept laughing. I thought it was the funniest thing. So every time I touched an object he'd make some lewd comment about what it did.
On the shelves there were also Origami cranes as decoration. Bf pointed them out because I know how to make them too. When I touched one of those the guy said "those are just for decoration". Hahahaha
I just cracked up and had to walk out. I was picturing one getting stuffed into holes....
Bf complained that it was impossible to buy anything with a leech on your back like that. He wanted more privacy to talk to me about the objects. Too bad really, it would have been fun to get something.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Eyes Wide Shut, Theory.
Right. So I did my research. I actually wrote a whole 3 pages about it. I will not bore you with 3 pages of colour theory though.
The main idea is this:
Red is a symbol for sin. This encompasses lust, sex, money, power, and generally what many people in high places are after. It's a kind of status symbol in the film.
Blue is a symbol of awakening, knowledge and truth.
The window is a symbol of perspective on life, real life, reality. It is a metaphor for a narrow vision of this reality. It has glass in it to protect us from what is outside.
Doors also have similar symbolism. They represent that same narrow vision of reality, with the exception that you can walk through them. So they give us the opportunity to accept the outside world.
If you watch the whole scene (on youtube it's in two parts). You'll see that Kidman stumbles towards the doorway to the bathroom which is flooded in blue light. She is coming to understand what Cruise is telling her, that the only reason that men want to talk to a woman is to fuck her. But she isn't ready to accept that. In fact she heads to sit under the window. The window has blue light coming through it but with a red curtain on the sides. Red as a symbol for lust, power and money which are what Cruise (the successful doctor) is after. He wants to block out reality. Curtains block out that blue light, reality. And she starts his journey to opening his eyes to the reality of life, by telling him the story about the military man she saw on vacation.
It's brilliant if Kubrick was conscious of it all, as I think he was considering the wide use of the colours throughout the film.
The main idea is this:
Red is a symbol for sin. This encompasses lust, sex, money, power, and generally what many people in high places are after. It's a kind of status symbol in the film.
Blue is a symbol of awakening, knowledge and truth.
The window is a symbol of perspective on life, real life, reality. It is a metaphor for a narrow vision of this reality. It has glass in it to protect us from what is outside.
Doors also have similar symbolism. They represent that same narrow vision of reality, with the exception that you can walk through them. So they give us the opportunity to accept the outside world.
If you watch the whole scene (on youtube it's in two parts). You'll see that Kidman stumbles towards the doorway to the bathroom which is flooded in blue light. She is coming to understand what Cruise is telling her, that the only reason that men want to talk to a woman is to fuck her. But she isn't ready to accept that. In fact she heads to sit under the window. The window has blue light coming through it but with a red curtain on the sides. Red as a symbol for lust, power and money which are what Cruise (the successful doctor) is after. He wants to block out reality. Curtains block out that blue light, reality. And she starts his journey to opening his eyes to the reality of life, by telling him the story about the military man she saw on vacation.
It's brilliant if Kubrick was conscious of it all, as I think he was considering the wide use of the colours throughout the film.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Hot to trot?
Horny. Turned on. Aroused. Libidinous. Lustful. Randy.
For the past few weeks I've been all of those and more, without much chance to get any help with it. BF has been out or asleep most of the time that I've been able to have sex. Rob hasn't been around recently. Other online friends have different time zones or I'm working too much.
I think I may have to jump on BF tonight.
I don't think I should continue using RedTube it'll probably just make things worse or wear me out. Watching videos just isn't enough.
Any suggestions?
For the past few weeks I've been all of those and more, without much chance to get any help with it. BF has been out or asleep most of the time that I've been able to have sex. Rob hasn't been around recently. Other online friends have different time zones or I'm working too much.
I think I may have to jump on BF tonight.
I don't think I should continue using RedTube it'll probably just make things worse or wear me out. Watching videos just isn't enough.
Any suggestions?
Eyes Wide Shut
I was watching Eyes Wide Shut last night and it got me thinking.
Apart from all the stuff you can find on internet about the symbolism and dream analysis going on. There was something that caught my ear at one point. I found it incredibly true.
It was a scene where Nicole Kidman and her hubby Tom Cruise are stoned, she's sitting on the floor telling him about her thoughts on a man she had seen at a hotel while they were on holiday. She wanted him so badly that she would have given up everything (husband, child and lifestyle) to be with him even for just a night. She says though that what was weird about the situation was that the love she felt for her husband had somehow been intensified, she says "... and yet it was weird cause at the same time you were dearer to me than ever", and repeated the concept again by saying "...at that moment, my love for you was both tender and sad".
This statement hit a chord inside me. I can't figure out why it's so true. I've felt the exact same way so many times.
The film has an expectedly large number of people trying to analyze it and dissect it. The one thing that interests me most is the use of colours in the movie. Red and Blue are significantly used during the whole movie but in this scene it is completely evident that these colours in fact symbolize something. They frame Nicole during the monologue. The curtains are a deep red and the window lets in a blue light.
I'm sure there are hundreds of possible interpretations. But I think I'll be doing some research on this.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Syd Barrett
I've been thinking about topics to blog about. I usually go for the sexual stuff. I mean my blog is a "secret diary of an online stripper" but today I honestly don't have any interesting sexual stories to tell.
I do however feel the urge to talk about something I've been reading about, and since this is a diary, I guess I'll bore everyone with this.
I've been reading a book called Comfortably Numb. The inside story of Pink Floyd. It is a biography of the band.
I have been a Pink Floyd fan since I was born. My parents brought me up on it... I had to be... I was born in the late 70s.
The thing that caught me the most was the figure that brought the band together. For those of you who don't have any Pink Floyd background, his name was Syd Barrett. He was this brilliant mind that wrote many of their first songs. He was innovative and psychedelic. He took way too much acid and then got the brunt of it later when he was no longer able to perform. He had been put under incredible corporate pressure to produce and obviously couldn't deal with the weight.
He was one of the few rock stars of that era who didn't die young.
He was the epitome of the kind of man I adore, the kind of man that I'd love to love, but would eventually find it impossible.
The thing that caught me the most about his story is that he spiraled uncontrollably into a severe depression and probable mental illness. The story is incredibly sad.
I have seen it in others, including people I've loved. Geniuses have a hard time dominating their minds, The madness is a side effect of trying to deal with all the information, all of the ideas, and how open the soul and mind is to everything.
I do however feel the urge to talk about something I've been reading about, and since this is a diary, I guess I'll bore everyone with this.
I've been reading a book called Comfortably Numb. The inside story of Pink Floyd. It is a biography of the band.
I have been a Pink Floyd fan since I was born. My parents brought me up on it... I had to be... I was born in the late 70s.
The thing that caught me the most was the figure that brought the band together. For those of you who don't have any Pink Floyd background, his name was Syd Barrett. He was this brilliant mind that wrote many of their first songs. He was innovative and psychedelic. He took way too much acid and then got the brunt of it later when he was no longer able to perform. He had been put under incredible corporate pressure to produce and obviously couldn't deal with the weight.
He was one of the few rock stars of that era who didn't die young.
He was extremely handsome and was truly a genius.
He was the epitome of the kind of man I adore, the kind of man that I'd love to love, but would eventually find it impossible.
The thing that caught me the most about his story is that he spiraled uncontrollably into a severe depression and probable mental illness. The story is incredibly sad.
I have seen it in others, including people I've loved. Geniuses have a hard time dominating their minds, The madness is a side effect of trying to deal with all the information, all of the ideas, and how open the soul and mind is to everything.
I will not be posting pictures of what he became, because as with most others, I would rather remember him as the genius he was. The pictures of him later in life are sad. You can see the sadness in his eyes with the knowledge of what he had become. He knew (at times) what had happened to him. And that he was, as he had said, a "failed pop star". But many others would like to think that he was smarter than the rest in retreating from the music scene avoiding the decline. His status is that of a dead pop star like Jim Morrison, but he got that status without dying young.
Shine on you crazy Diamond. RIP Syd Barrett 1946-2006
Friday, February 19, 2010
Are you Awake? The HNT follow-up
Here is the HNT connected to this morning's post. Try clicking ;)
Sorry I couldn't get it out on a Thursday.
Are you awake?
Are you still in bed? Are you hard? No, don't get up. I'll join you. Or maybe I should have you get out of bed and join me in the hall where you'll pin me up against the wall. Turn me around and let me feel the cold wall on my face. Pull my skirt up, run your hand along my thighs and make me spread. Moving it higher you're not shy, a finger grazes, understanding immediately how much I want you.
There's no waiting, no teasing, no anticipation. Just your hard cock pushed slowly but surely in. Sliding easily, filling me, letting me feel your whole length. Your tempo rises, you pound harder, my face and hands absorbing the shock. The wall feels warm now. You grab my hair into a makeshift pony tail, and force me to watch as you fuck me the way that I want you to.
Pulling out, you make me moan for more. You stand back to observe how wet you've made me. Then you turn me around, kiss me hard, lift my legs to straddle you, picking me up. With my back against the wall you kiss my neck, and unzip my sweater to reveal my naked breasts. The house is cold, but your heat is making me melt. You lick and bite my hard nipples but I want more. I'll always want more.
There's no waiting, no teasing, no anticipation. Just your hard cock pushed slowly but surely in. Sliding easily, filling me, letting me feel your whole length. Your tempo rises, you pound harder, my face and hands absorbing the shock. The wall feels warm now. You grab my hair into a makeshift pony tail, and force me to watch as you fuck me the way that I want you to.
Pulling out, you make me moan for more. You stand back to observe how wet you've made me. Then you turn me around, kiss me hard, lift my legs to straddle you, picking me up. With my back against the wall you kiss my neck, and unzip my sweater to reveal my naked breasts. The house is cold, but your heat is making me melt. You lick and bite my hard nipples but I want more. I'll always want more.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Back to Business
Hello BlogStars!
I'm back from my stressful holidays, and I feel like I already need another one.
Here's the most recent news. And I feel childish, almost ridiculous even bringing it up (like gossiping in high school!). I was eating at the cafeteria the other day with some co-workers and friends. My cute co-worker was there and I happened to be sitting next to him. He pulled out his phone to show us a video he had been working on with a friend so I leaned in to watch... I leaned in as close as I could get. I got closer than I needed to, but he then pulled me in closer by putting his arm around my shoulder and waist. He left it there for the whole viewing of the video, 2:40 minutes. I didn't see much of the video. I was too busy concentrating on his hand.
His hand, in fact, didn't move at all. There wasn't the slightest caress nor touch. The whole arm was just draped artfully and not completely limply over my side.
What to make of it? Nothing to make a fuss about. But it does hop into my mind on occasion.
It reminds me of another such occasion when we had a dinner with friends and he was present. I had a shirt with snap buttons and he walked up to me and did one of the top ones up. Yeah... he didn't undo it, he did it up! But the proximity.... yeah it made me stop in my tracks, and again, I think about it on occasion. These thoughts mostly progress on to other naughtier thoughts, but I'll leave those for another post.
As far as Rob is concerned. I've been in touch with him a few times since I got back. We managed to chat on MSN or Skype. And yes, I'm still hooked as ever. He makes me laugh and brightens my day up.
Yesterday he texted me to tell me that he'd be on in the mornings and I told him that I might be able to get on only Friday morning (if BF goes out). And he whined asking if he'd have to wait that long (which I loved, it makes me feel wanted, needed). I promised him I'd try to get on late nights even though my work load is huge this winter and it'll be difficult.
When I asked him what he wanted to do, he told me that he wanted to chat, make me wet and watch me fuck myself. Which I am absolutely looking forward to. I will just have to find the right time. Try Try Try...
I'm back from my stressful holidays, and I feel like I already need another one.
Here's the most recent news. And I feel childish, almost ridiculous even bringing it up (like gossiping in high school!). I was eating at the cafeteria the other day with some co-workers and friends. My cute co-worker was there and I happened to be sitting next to him. He pulled out his phone to show us a video he had been working on with a friend so I leaned in to watch... I leaned in as close as I could get. I got closer than I needed to, but he then pulled me in closer by putting his arm around my shoulder and waist. He left it there for the whole viewing of the video, 2:40 minutes. I didn't see much of the video. I was too busy concentrating on his hand.
His hand, in fact, didn't move at all. There wasn't the slightest caress nor touch. The whole arm was just draped artfully and not completely limply over my side.
What to make of it? Nothing to make a fuss about. But it does hop into my mind on occasion.
It reminds me of another such occasion when we had a dinner with friends and he was present. I had a shirt with snap buttons and he walked up to me and did one of the top ones up. Yeah... he didn't undo it, he did it up! But the proximity.... yeah it made me stop in my tracks, and again, I think about it on occasion. These thoughts mostly progress on to other naughtier thoughts, but I'll leave those for another post.
As far as Rob is concerned. I've been in touch with him a few times since I got back. We managed to chat on MSN or Skype. And yes, I'm still hooked as ever. He makes me laugh and brightens my day up.
Yesterday he texted me to tell me that he'd be on in the mornings and I told him that I might be able to get on only Friday morning (if BF goes out). And he whined asking if he'd have to wait that long (which I loved, it makes me feel wanted, needed). I promised him I'd try to get on late nights even though my work load is huge this winter and it'll be difficult.
When I asked him what he wanted to do, he told me that he wanted to chat, make me wet and watch me fuck myself. Which I am absolutely looking forward to. I will just have to find the right time. Try Try Try...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Sexual Tension
Has anyone else noticed that when the sexual tension is high in a long term relationship that sex doesn't happen as much.
Have you noticed that when you physically can't have sex for one reason or another, that the sexual tension melts and things seem to calm down?
Have you noticed that when you do have sex, arguments break out and it seems to be similar to a traumatic experience?
I can't help but notice all of this. Sexual tension seems to complicate things considerably.
I don't get why.
Have you noticed that when you physically can't have sex for one reason or another, that the sexual tension melts and things seem to calm down?
Have you noticed that when you do have sex, arguments break out and it seems to be similar to a traumatic experience?
I can't help but notice all of this. Sexual tension seems to complicate things considerably.
I don't get why.