Closer

There is something about certain types of interaction I just adore. They make me feel so happy, so good, so alive.

They are internet interactions though and as much as we say the internet is making us less and less social, I feel like I'm drawn closer to some people.

I have made some very good friends through this blog. Interaction with them seriously fills me with joy at times. I got a lovely email from a blogger friend and just grinned at the pictures she sent. I grinned and felt a really lovely sensation of happiness. I felt really lucky to have such wonderful connections.

Maybe they're not as frequent as they could be, but sometimes that brings us back to the stone age with snail mail. It makes us appreciate what comes even more.

Another part of that feeling was due to the fact that I had been in touch with Rob. Interaction with him brings me out of a slumber sometimes. You go about life just buzzing around like a busy worker bee, things just sort of move along at their pace. You barely notice the days passing, there's always so much going on, and then you get that text or that email from that person and you come alive. You literally feel like you've been asleep. The numb droning seems to disappear and your brain is back on, your heart races and your tummy jumps. You laugh, grin, and hide the smile that creeps across your face at inappropriate moments. There's both a mental and physical reaction going on and it's amazing.

I feel damn lucky. I wouldn't trade this for the world. This is exactly where I am happy to be.

The New Pink Bra

(Written last week)

There are days, like today, where I feel high as a kite. Too many compliments and attention for one day. It's shallow, but sometimes it's what I thrive for.

Yesterday I bought new bras. Yeah, three new bras and new panties to boot. They were on sale. I couldn't wait to wake up this morning and put one on. One of the bras is hot pink and it fits me damn well. It's hard for me to find decent bras here. They have weird sizes so the only place that sells normal US sizing is H&M and lucky for me I like their bras.

I woke up, put the hot pink one on and  put on a fuchsia tank top to match and waltzed out the door.

Work was normal, not much from Co-Worker, (though I did get a great and very unusual hug yesterday, I've never gotten a hug from him), just a normal morning at work.

On my bike, heading to lunch, Co-worker happened to pass me in his car, window rolled down, he yells out something that I didn't catch. I get to my lunch place and send him a text "what did you say?" His answer "Soooooo TIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTT" lol I thanked him. Too funny, but just the type of thing I love to hear.

I text Rob, with a hi and he answers with a "hi Sexy" and our conversation continues onto sexy yumminess. Needless to say I could live off of him alone.

While eating lunch, I'm with the usual guy friend I have lunch with and I get a call from a friend, so I speak in English for the whole conversation. Once I'm off the phone I get a look from him, like he's melting or something and he says.... Gina, you just sound sooo sexy when you speak english. And goes on to mumble about some questions he wants to ask me but then backs off and doesn't ask me.

Yeah. It was a good day for compliments. Was it the bra? possibly... making me more assertive, making me feel better about myself, confidence is key right?

Colour is funky in this pic, or is it just my computer? oh and the spot, on my side, yeah that's the mirror, an antique.

Glasses and Feet (not together though)

I got my glasses fixed finally. Yesterday I came really close to putting my hair in a high pony tail, putting my glasses on and wearing red lipstick. I didn't... I mean I did, but then took the lipstick off.

I went to work put my glasses in my bag and proceeded to do my normal job. Then I had to sit down at the computer and write some emails, Co-worker came in and was being coy so I said "If you're not careful I'll put my glasses on." His response was more or less a "yes please" and then left. I grabbed my glasses and continued with my emails. He came back in, looked at me rambling on about my glasses and then got to the drawer where he had to get something and stopped in his tracks looked at me and said "you made me forget what I wanted to get". When I responded with a "sure, sure, whatever" he insisted that it was true.

He also said that he'd bring me the red lipstick. fact is I don't look great in red lipstick... or at least I haven't really had the opportunity to see myself look good in red lipstick. I'm not sure what it is but I just don't find that it suits me. Maybe I need a full makeover, hair and all to pull it off.

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So bf came over last night, we went to a beach town for a walk. It was a nice evening. I had been planning on just watching some tv on the couch but he texted me telling me he was coming over.

We had sex last night too. It was a combination of things that worked out. Mostly because he didn't fall asleep before I got to bed. He tends to do that while I'm in the shower. Anyhow the sex was pretty good. I came hard. I hadn't had a sex orgasm in over a month. What got me off? it was odd, definitely a first time. I was on top, with one of his legs in between mine, I was slightly askew and my left leg was bent up so my foot was over his knee. He grabbed my foot and entwined his fingers in my toes and pulled my foot up to meet my ass. That made me cum. It was hot. I can't describe it well enough to render the image and I can't even picture it properly in my head, but that's what happened. I think the fact that I was slightly constrained, almost as if tied, was the turn on. I've always been turned on by being immobilized, since I was a kid even.


So yeah, that was my day yesterday.

The Dinner

So one of the students where I work with Co-Worker decided she wanted to cook dinner for all the staff. She's Japanese. She needed a kitchen so I was the only one with a free kitchen since my boss has her grandchildren staying with her who needed to go to bed early, Co-Worker lives out of town and my other co-worker also lives out of town. Sooo My house it was.

As far as I knew though it was only going to be 4 of us. Me, the Japanese girl, Co-Worker and the Columbian girl I work with. I was hoping the Japanese girl and the Columbian girl would come together and leave together. So I'd be left cleaning up with Co-Worker, if anything to just have a chat with him. I miss our talks from Corfu.

Turns out Columbian girl's car broke down and had to be taken to the shop until Tuesday so Co-Worker had to pick both her and Japan girl up. Then the boss decided to tag along. I was unaware the boss was coming until the last minute.

The dinner was lovely though. Japan girl made amazing food, loved every bite. We had wine, which I should have avoided... I feel sick today. I really don't get along with wine, especially white wine. Buuut I got 15 minutes alone, maybe 10, with Co-Worker in my studio. We seriously geeked out about all my craft supplies.

It was a little piece of heaven... just those 10 minutes of us talking was wonderful. The interesting thing is that there are moments at work where I'd jump him. Where I feel this strong attraction to kiss him or grab him. That feeling wasn't there last night. It was simply two friends talking about art. There was no flirting at all. It was a slightly foreign sensation, but good.

At the dinner table we were talking about how we work, whether we were workaholics or not. I mentioned that sometimes I felt that weekends were a bit of a nightmare because if I don't have something to do I go nutty. He took both my hands in his and held them from across the table and thanked me. He found a person who understands how he feels. On that topic though we talked about ADD and ADHD and he said that he's learning to love the "build-up" of life. He said that most people rush to a goal and want to get that goal over with, instead he savors the path to the goal. I kept mumbling foreplay in English but no-one understood me. I mentioned it again to Columbia girl and again she didn't understand and finally I blurted it out in the local language and Columbia girl got it. Co-worker was too busy talking about his feelings and didn't hear our little side note. She giggled and said, "you're right, I guess that can be applied to all facets of life".

It sort of explains his behavior with me though, doesn't it? It was an interesting piece of information.

The evening ended with me cleaning up, and them heading out just after 11:30 and he drove the girls home. We texted a bit on Whatsapp as he drove home and once he was in bed. I joked when I mentioned that I wanted to keep him in my basement to talk about arts and crafts. He didn't respond... rather, it got lost among other messages. Who knows if he even understood it.

Oh... there was one other interesting comment that struck me. Japanese girl made dumplings and hand made the dough. The dough was rolled out onto sheets in little circles ready for filling and set on separate trays. It was Co-worker and I's job to separate all the little dough circles, they'd gotten stuck together in the heat. So as I was taking my tray off his, I said "let's separate" and his answer was "I'm not married I don't have to separate". Just an odd comment.

musical stalking.

I had a conversation with a friend the other day about a stalker I had as a pre-teen. He was this guy who was a bit older than me who would sit across the street from my place and just watch my window. To be honest I was flattered and liked the attention. I knew he wasn't dangerous or I'd have been more careful. He would whistle when he was around and I'd come to the window.

In my new place I have a concert violinist that lives across the street from me. There's a big building directly across from me and it's hard to tell which floor this violinist is on. I have always been around musicians and I don't know how, but I could tell this one was a guy, a younger guy. But I really couldn't figure out what floor he was on. I wanted to see him.

So the other day, I could hear him playing, I was waiting for the bf who had gone to grab something from the car, I was standing outside my apartment building, and I was staring up at the floors trying to understand where the gorgeous music was coming from. The music stops, as it often does, temporarily, and I hear a whistle. I look off down the street and the bf is coming. Bf often whistles to me, but this... wasn't his whistle. It was the violinist. I look up, shield my eyes from the glaring sun and see the torso and shoulders of a young man in a white t-shirt in a window on the 4th floor and then he moves away from the window.

It reminded me of my stalker, the whistle, the windows... the spying.... now I keep an eye on his window, but haven't caught him again yet.

More Sexy Secretary talk.

So Co-Worker at work the other day mentioned me looking like a secretary again, asking where my glasses and red lipstick were. He left and came back and said "you know that movie?" I was obviously right on top of that one. We talked about the movie a bit, how it was such a great film and how Meg Gyllenhaal was incredible in that. I talked about how I'd bought the film on DVD in India thinking that I could watch it at home... but when I got it home it was censored and all chopped up and how disappointed I was about it.

Last night, I was having difficulty falling asleep so I started thinking about him and I in the store room. It started with passionate kissing, neck biting and him pulling me into his body to feel his hard cock beneath his khakis. Grinding into me, pressing, and then his hands move to my shoulders and push me down to my knees as he undoes his button and I help with his zipper. He grabs my head and just plunges his cock deep into my throat without hesitating. Thrusting letting me up for air and then back down again until he comes shortly after, warm and salty down my throat. I cough a little not expecting it, and come back up. We right ourselves and I walk out of the store room talking to him about work, about colours and asking his opinion about something, smiling slightly, knowing what just happened.

Needless to say I came to that 'daydream', it was night but I wasn't sleeping. I let myself drift hoping I'd fall asleep, but when, after 15 minutes I was still wide awake I picked up my phone to check whatsapp and found that he was active only 2 minues before. I texted him "The Secretary" he replies "U are!" and my response was "I wish". He just sent me a wide eyed emoticon. He got the picture. that's all I wanted. We talked randomly about various topics including a mosquito in his room and how to kill it. Half an hour later we're back on the topic. He asks me when I'll wear my glasses, I continue by naming the red lipstick and he sends me an emoticon with Xs for eyes.

I kinda got the impression during our business trip together that he was the dominant type. This whole things is starting to pull together. It's hot. Too bad I don't wear lipstick in public. I've been contemplating doing the whole getup for work one day. Going in with glasses and red lipstick. Or maybe I should just do the getup at home and take a selfie for him. I have to wait though, my glasses are at the shop getting fixed....

The secret to good sex.

The secret to good sex is fucking the other person like you want to make yourself cum.

It has nothing to do with getting the other person to cum. Men, I'm talking to you (and women too). Having sex to get a woman to cum is only going to go so far but fucking a woman to get yourself off is by far sexier than anything else I can think of.

The whole point of sex is using. Loving and using... but mostly using. There can be different types of sentiment behind the using I guess: there's sweeter, loving using and just plain bashing using. Either way if you think you're goal is to get her/him to cum, it's not. Be selfish, fighting for that orgasm is where the real passion is. The way I see it, it's that struggle of dominance, one partner over the other, that really defines passion.