Friday, 26 February 2010


Friday night, between some last minute work reports I had to submit, I was catching up on the third season of one of my favorite shows on tv: "Secret Diary of a Call Girl".

This show, is you never heard of it before, is a cheeky little day-to-day in the life of a prostitute. The TV serie is an adapatation from the book "The Intimate Adventures Of A London Call Girl", which itself is actually based on the real story of a London Escort.

The gorgeous Billie Piper, playing Belle, often breaks the 4th wall and looks directly at the camera. This time, she said something that really stick with me:
"You can't choose what's in your subconscience, you can only learn to embrace it."

You cannot control what kind of fetishes and fantasies you have, deep down your subconscience. You can only learn to live with them and indulge in them. Most people are unhappy in life because they do no find the proper safe way to do this.

And may be that's why my default mood is "cheerful". I'm extremely satisfied in bed cause I learned to embrace what my fantasies are and what I need to do to safely satisfy them.

Chemistry and sexual compatibility

He enters me easily: I'm already dripping wet. Easily might not be the correct expression: I feel so tight around his large thick cock that it's painful.

Feel like the first time everytime. Makes me gasp with surprise, even if he fucked me hundreds of time in the past 3 years.

But you know what makes my pussy pulsing with pleasurable memories right now? Remembering how I cum like a whore when I had my buzzing sex toys on my clit while he was poking around my anus trying to fuck my ass.

He then flipped me over on my stomach, saying "You know how I like it" and entered my tight anus, forcing it with his big prick.

We both quickly came again, in total extasy. At this point he was moaning louder than me. Feeling his cum feeling my ass made my have the biggest orgasm I've had in a long time.


I should hang out with him more often.

Thursday, 25 February 2010

Physical attraction

I feel I have to go back on this subject, because it's so easily misinterpreted.

What one considers beautiful is what he will use as a standard when looking for a mate. Yes, the stereotyped thin tall blonde with huge knockers does exists and is usually a popular standard of physical beauty. Some men will only look and want that.

And it's fine.

As for me, guess which of these two guys appeared in my fantasies at night:


My best friend would go nuts for the tall blonde guy. I get giddy and giggly when a guy with thick glasses and dark hair talk to me.

Physical attraction is what *I* consider beautiful. The tall blonde guy better be EXTREMELY smart for me to even consider bedding him.

Anyway, the last time I had a tall blonde guy in my bed... he didn't mesured up, if-you-know-what-I-mean.

Monday, 22 February 2010

Visual Aid

I was trying to explain to my friend that men are arroused visually first. Again, the looks argument.

Most of my readers think they are clever when they find my MSN address and they ask me for a picture. Or two. Men are visually stimulated: they like to see, they like to watch.

With a blog devious of pictures, they have to imagine me, put images in their head of the words on the screen.

Women need a whole different kind of stimulation. Visual can get things started, but touch and smell are much more important. The brain is the biggest sex organ: in both genders.

We tend to smile, sometimes point and laugh, when guys have a picture of their cocks in their online dating profile (even if the website is intended for finding sex partners). Because that is seriously the less arrousing thing you can show, like a telemarketing cold call, to a woman.

And I won't even mention the headless abs shot in the bathroom mirror: this is just sad, really.

Again, on dating versus sex

Again, on the subject of relationship versus sex.

I'd be more incline to date someone who isn't ideal to me, physically, if he's match all my other criteria.

Since I'm not looking for a partner but more for a lover, my criteria are pretty strict to meet. right now.

Strange, isn't it?

Then again, my criteria for a male lover might seem strange to most people. I'd love a slightly pudgy geek to cuddle.

They make the best lovers, really.

Saturday, 20 February 2010

Man and woman

Men would definitely date a beautiful but dumb woman. They care more about what their family and friends think of their mate than how they feel about her. As long as she's hot.

Hotness, off course, can vary. Some people would not be as attracted to a think big breasted blonde as you'd like to think. Cause if she looks too much like a porn star, there's no way mom would approve.

Always looking for the perfect balance between the slut and the saint.

Funny how women are completely different. He could be plain looking, as long as he has a good job, makes a decent salary and is not a complete retard. Seriously.

Girls don't care as much what their family and friend think of their mate.

Off course, you wanna step in with your argument that it's not always this way. I'll counter argue that the sky's blue: even if it sometimes some shades of pink, purple and orange. Doesn't change the fact that the sky is blue.

Why am I telling all this? Well I'm looking for a part time mate. And as much as some guys are really beautiful, sometimes they don't have the good job, the brains of the class to keep me hooked. I have no interrest in fucking, or dating, a cute boy. I'm way more interrested in his wallet and brains.

Oh I'm not a gold digger. It's simple math: if he's not broke, he has his shit together. It's as simple as that. I don't care if he has his shit together while being a brain surgeon or bussing tables. Well, as long as the job isn't something I'd be too embarrassed to say outloud: like fluffer or make up artist.

I couldn't respect a man who has a gay job: that is coming from a girl who has plenty of gay friends.

Thursday, 18 February 2010

Lack of inspiration

It can strike anywhere.

In this blog or in bed. You know, missionnary, a few moments of passion, and then it's over. Quick, not quite fully satisfying.

Just to say you did it.

Sunday, 14 February 2010

About love and this holiday

Pretty much everyone I know have one of those 2 moods today:

- They are in a couple and happy so they are cheerful.
- They are single so they are bitter. Screw VD.

I like calling today VD because it sounds so much like Venerial Desease. I love seeing people cringe.

So this is a post about how I am not bitter that today's VD. I rarely been single on this holiday but funnily enough, I keep turning down dates this week.

I'm just really happy spending time with the person I love the most; myself.

Hey, I'm pretty good in bed and I always make me cum! I should marry me.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Erotic Phone Calls

I was raised to the muffled sound of my mom's voice saying dirty things behind a closed door.

She was an erotic phone operator, you see.

Explain so much, yet so little about me.

Long story short, a girlfriend of mine is looking for some part time work and she thought it'd be a good thing to do. I agreed with her and I'd love to do that too.

You'd be surprised how little information I was able to find on Google on that subject. Weird.