Saturday, December 3, 2011


I promised an online great friend of mine that I will come up with something that is a little different from my usual posts.

It's a very short tale of my (mis)adventures with men from different species, although they may belong to the same Phylum. I am not even sure if I remember my Biology classes very well.

Here it is, I pose a question to my followers, most specially the ladies.

What would you do if something like what you see in the picture below is flashed a couple of inches away from your face?

Would you naturally gawk and drool?
Would you stare too long and move closer to check if it is not prosthetic?
Would you immediately go down on your knees and sample the buffet?
Would you laugh nervously and pretend you can very well handle this without any hesitation?
Would you give out a heavy sigh and drop your pants immediately?

Tell me, how would you naturally react?

Don't think too much of it, like: is he your lover, boyfriend or some ordinary random guy.  Just  focus on what is standing right there in front of you.

Or would you react the same way I did?

I snapped a photograph, left the room and posted it on my Blog.

After all, that huge schlong is attached to another dick, that looks like a man and pretends to be one. I know, such a waste of an incredible and magnificent potential.

But I much rather prefer to take on real men that comes with the dick. 

And to the dick who owns this cock, I hope it is a compliment if you will go viral.

Now why the  post title? Well, just because I can.

Monday, November 7, 2011


I know this is totally a full week late or more. But hey, I love the subject matter, can you blame me if I want to play the catch-up game? So let's do this!

1. What sexual act arouses you the most? For that matter, what nonsexual act arouses you the most?
I am not sure if I have the same Pleasure Principle as the other women, but I am completely aroused when my pussy is adored and eaten. I say adored as in all the heavenly things that can be possibly done to stimulate my clit and my g-spot brings out the best in me. The most non-sexual act would be whispering in my ear and kissing the back of my neck, right behind the earlobe. 
Oh is that sexual? A good conversation where I laugh out loud at his jokes or a simple, but intelligent conversation is a huge turn on. Particularly when we start to have dissenting opinions about any issue; geo-political, philosophy,music, arts, sports, current events, anything or any subject I am interested in or that I find stimulating, and we go at it.  Chances are, we end in bed.
2. What is your signature or “go to” move that is sure to get a lover in the mood for sex?
When I am conversing with him, I softly rub his inner thighs but I look at him straight in the eyes. In some other cases, when I am feeling totally frisky, I love to "flash" him when I cross my legs. hahaha
3. Do you queef?
Do birds fly? Not often, but there are certain times when it does happen.
4. What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to YOU as a result of your sex writings (e.g., blog, erotica, sex toy reviews)? (borrowed from Insatiabear)
Not weird, I believe it must be a rather usual consequence. Some people misconstrue that I am an "easy lay." Unfortunately, I just write certain sexy or sensual things. The people who really know me just know that I love to write and it has been a passion since I was a child. I am however a very sensual person and very passionate.  It's in my nature. I am also a romantic, it's not just all about sex. I prefer the whole nine yards.
5. Have you ever had sex while someone watched?
Yes. I think once while I was having sex on the beach. (not the drink)
…someone else was in the room?
Yes, but this was in a trip with friends, who were all couples and we had to do with a single cottage.
…someone else in the bed, next to you and the person you’re having sex with?
Would across the bed count?  Hotel. On a twin deluxe room.
What were the circumstances?
I was giddy with wine and horny as a rabbit, we went for it under the sheets. Our roomie must have had a blast listening to the heavy breathing and moans we made.
6. When it comes to sex, and discussing it with your teen have you or would you:
a. Let school sex education handle it
b. Hand the teen a book or point them to a website
c. Talk frankly and openly
d. Avoid it all together–society, friends, and the internet will give all the info needed
I would have to answer this academically.  When I have my own children I will take Step C. My parents were fairly average in terms of handling this subject and I have learned that it is always better to be direct and honest. No myths, just facts.
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Bonus:   Remember the song, “I’m too sexy?” CLICK to refresh your memory
What are you too sexy for?
I am way too sexy for men who do not treat women as they should be treated; respected, loved and adored. I hate women abusers.  I will not give a man who still believes that women are only suitable for sex and having babies, a nano-second of my life. So if you are a jerk, a loser or an a-hole who still believes this, I would probably whack you first before you can hurt me. Plus, never underestimate women and our capacity for getting even. Just keeping it real.
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

SANDRA. A Short Story.

She squeezes her eyes shut.  Yet she manages to keep up with her fake moans and groans. She prays in her heart to get it over and done with. She feels him pumping faster now and with a loud howl and grunt  something warm oozes in and out of her. She sighs as he slides out and slumps beside her making the bed rock from side to side.

She stands swiftly and grabs her bathrobe covering herself. She hears him chuckle.

Sandra looks back and coyly smiles, “I just have to pee baby.”

He says, “I find it so cute when you drape yourself decently like that after we just fucked.”

She ignores that remark and walks briskly to the bathroom. That last image repulsed her; the plump, pimpled midget of a husband naked lying in their bed. 

She needed him. He was her ticket to freedom; her only gateway to liberate herself from the clutches of her insane mother. Her mother had not always been like that. She was 8 years old when her father left never to be heard of or seen again. Sandra’s mother kept her hopes and her faith that someday he would be back. Even then as a young girl she knew she would never see her father again; but her mother believed otherwise.

Each day her mother lived her life for the next 15 years, that her husband would be home for dinner. One day she decided that it was safer and less painful to stay in her dream land and she completely lost it.  It has been most difficult for Sandra to keep up with her mother’s fantasies. When she met Marco she did not care if he looked worse than a cursed Leprechaun, she married him. He was foul and grotesque but he was above all, rich and stupid. She has been married to him three years but as days turned into weeks and months into years, it has become more and more unbearable.

She basks herself under the warm shower and cried softly. 

She hears an urgent knocking. “Babylove?” she heard his scratchy voice screech as she choked on her tears and with practiced enthusiasm, “I’ll be there in a few seconds baby.”

As she opened the bathroom, he was standing there fully dressed. She honestly looked surprised.

“I have to leave urgently babylove, there are a few documents I need to pick up in the Office and I need them for my meeting in Florida” Marco continued, “Lucille called from the Office. I have to run and I think it is best I just leave my car in the Office Lot and have the Company driver take me to the airport.  Oh come now …  my sweet babylove” he says as she tried to put on a hurt scowl on her face.

“I thought you and I can spend more time and you…” Sandra was cut short as Marco grabbed and squeezed her ass from under the towel slowly groping up to her breasts she stopped breathing and gasped.

“I know babylove, you can’t resist me. Look I left some cash on the dresser so just buy everything you want babylove and try not to miss me so much”  Marco added and as he brushed his crotch on her she tried her best not to squirm.

Sandra grabs both his hands from her breasts and kisses them; he cranes to kiss her on the lips.  She bends down and kisses his forehead instead. He rushes out of the house dragging his suitcase. His car has hardly left the garage and she is halfway dressed up to go out.

She didn’t think of going to the Shopping Mall but here she was, aimlessly looking and moving around. She saw a Shoe Boutique with a wide array of leather boots. As she walked in, she was delightfully surprised to notice the man behind the sales counter. His hands, they look strong and powerful. His body looked magnificent behind that tight shirt. She felt a wild stirring inside her and a dampness that excited her. She tries to stop looking and looks at the shoe display. A few moments later, she felt his warm breathing behind her.

“Have you seen anything you fancy, Miss? a very manly, husky voice asked.

“Oh I’m so sorry am I taking too long? What time do you have to close?” she asked him turning her head towards the voice but barely turning around.

“The shop closes when I want it to,” he said, almost like a whisper.

The Shoe Storeroom reeked of glue and leather and was stuffy. But Sandra didn’t care. She scratched his back, screamed and moaned with total abandon as he repeatedly nailed her on the wall. Her orgasm was unshackled she was vaguely aware she was squirting all over his thighs. She didn’t hold back, she didn’t pretend. He was huge and skilful with everything.

As he put on his shirt, he asked, “Will I see you again?

Sandra continued fixing herself and without looking at him she replied casually, “No. You are damn good I must say, and I could crave for you, but no.” 

She left her panties on the floor and walked out of the room.

Inside her car she started sobbing. Her eyes blurred with tears she decided to keep the engine running but had no idea where to go next. 

An image quickly flashed through her mind. The bartender, the hunk she occasionally had casual sex with who owned one of the bars she used to hang out in whenever Marco was out. He had her initials tattooed in his chest. He’s sweet. Great looks.  Wild tongue. It’s been awhile.

She suddenly stopped crying. She checks herself out in the mirror. With a new resolve she knew where she would like to spend the night. It was Friday and Marco won’t be back till Tuesday. She was smiling as she sped out of the Mall’s parking lot.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

TMI TUESDAY - For October 25, 2011

Totally random image ... ha ha

1. Name 5 things you did more of before social networking (facebook, myspace, twitter, etc.)?
Very interesting question ... hmmm:
  • Was in the university trying to be somebody knowledgeable and educated so I was reading books (I have totally forgotten about) and doing massive researches
  • Dating, dating and dating 
  • Clubbing with friends
  • Earning a little add-on money from part-time commercial modelling
  • Swimming at the beach, at the pool,  every opportunity I had I will find a body of water to swim in

2. Your house is on fire, what do you grab as you run out?
Laptop, handbag, ballet flats
3. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
What's a morning person?
a. What time did you go to bed last night?
Are you kidding me? I don't usually sleep until the clock ticks the witching hour!
b. What time did you wake up today?
I just crawled out of bed about an hour ago. That makes it roughly noontime somewhere.
4. A kid comes up to you and kicks you in the shin, what do you do?
Whack him in the head!  Okay so that's such an awful thought, I would probably pinch his or her cheek and call his or her Mama.
5. What three things do you never leave the house without?
My bag which has my wallet, car keys, my mobile phone, a survival kit with my toothbrush and my v-wash.
Bonus: Name a place that you visited last week that you’ve never visited before. Briefly tell us about the visit.

I was somewhere in Speyside, Scotland. But that was about two weeks ago. I finally agreed and decided to travel to my beau's roots country. The people are very warm and friendly, well at least those that I met. His family opened their arms to welcome me into the fold. My ears had to adjust to the thick accents. It was like living through Braveheart's movie sequel. I could almost touch William Wallace. (Or was it Mel Gibson I was thinking about?) I have never been to the Speyside Whisky country and it's my first time. Let me tell you, they not only boast of the best single malts. The place is picturesque, it's almost like God was so inspired when He drew it up. Well since I am in the business of wine, doesn't it make sense to hang out with a whisky guy? I have a lot of stories to tell but since I know my readers would prefer it hot and sizzling, that'll have to wait. Oh yes, they love to eat and drink and have a lot of fun times. My kind of crowd. :) The personal pictures I took are still in my camera. Maybe one day I will post a photo journal of my trip.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011


This week’s TMI Tuesday idea is from Heelsnstocking

1. What’s the worst reason you have been given for breaking up?
I think everyone goes through a painful break-up.  I was "dumped" only once, but that is more than enough.  I was engaged to this idiot I was completely in love with for three long years.  And on that fateful dinner night, he had to end what I once thought was a beautiful relationship by a stupid line that goes almost like this if I recall: "The last person I would want to see hurting in this world is you.  I am not good enough for you and I would much rather spare you a lifetime of pain and regret..."  Hell yeah, fuck him!
2. What’s the worst reason you gave, to someone, for breaking up?
I've been pretty good at this, sadly. Sometimes I think about wishing I have re-written the things I said as I know how painful these must have been.  But back then, I didn't give a hoot!
  • "We both need time to be apart.  I need time to reflect on my life.  You need time to grow up."
  • "You are way too serious in this relationship.  I am really here for the sex and the smokes."
  • "I honestly believe you will be happier with your Mom."
  • "If you can not be secure enough to see that I have SOLD written on my forehead, then you should at least get used to other guys giving me 'the look'."
  • "Honestly, you want to know why?  Because I can not stand stupidity!"
  • "If you want a girlfriend in a leash, consider getting a dog."

3. Have you ever engineered the end of a relationship e.g doing something you know will put the other person off? If yes, what did you do?
I orchestrated a "cheating" scenario.  I used a closet gay friend to act out as my "lover."  I will spare you the gory details, but trust me, my gay friend and I were talking about hot guys in my room, on my bed.  hahahaha
4. Have you ever stayed with a partner just because you could not bear to end it?
No.  I just don't have the patience and the character that some people call a "saint".  I am much too honest and direct with how I feel. I choose to act on my feelings.
5. Have you ever encouraged a friend to end a relationship? What happened? Are you still friends?
I don't really mess with other people's relationships, even that of my friends.  If my opinion is asked, I try my best to withhold. Chances are, they wouldn't listen anyway. But I do become very vocal and assertive when I see a friend in an "abusive" relationship. I adore my friends and they adore me back.  We keep respect and trust in check at all times.
Bonus: Have you ever been the cause of a relationship to end? Tell us about it.
This has happened to me quite frequently.  I am a "natural" flirt.  If you know me better, you can tell the difference if I am "pawing" at the guy or I am just having a good time. 
There was this one particular time at a Club, I was standing near the Bar area waiting for a friend.  A guy comes up to get a drink and starts getting cute and charming with me.  After a few minutes, a  familiar looking girl, who was his date or girlfriend, comes up to him and practically drags him away, cussing and hissing.  I hate scenes like that so I moved back to our table to join my friends. They were all watching and laughing at the scene.  One guy friend quipped, "These boys never learn. It's like they want to be in a world of pain." Then it clicked, the girl was somebody we know from the University. She and her friends don't particularly like me and my friends. You know how women can be so competitive. Anyway, a few minutes later, the same "hot" guy comes scuttling back up to the Bar, spots me at our table and re-introduces himself. I smile and introduce him to my friends. Then he started explaining about the scene and the girl and profusely apologized.  I was half-listening. He later asked me for my number. I gave a gay friend's mobile line, not mine.  He left the bar grinning and pleased with himself. I could have given mine. But if he was actually seeing that bitch, then he just automatically eliminated himself.
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