My Ass On Egg Whites
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Pubblicato:28 Luglio 2007 11:09 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:16 pm 20264 visite
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Yes you read correctly, that is my ass on egg whites. Why egg whites you ask? Well thank you for asking. I have spent most of my adult life watching everything I put in my mouth. There are times when I eat clean and get to the gym most days but then there are times where I do the opposite. Egg whites have always been my way of taking off weight if needed or just to get myself back on track if I feel as though I have been eating badly. And this is what I am going through these past days.
With the temptations of my favorite foods, ice cream, slushies, ice cappuccinos, black forest cake, shooters and pie, it seems as though everywhere I go these foods are around. I sometimes think worse for me as I like to drink my calories which makes things that much harder in the heat.
Last year I went through a terrible time, a relocation, a career change all for the good of a relationship that I later learned was non existent. With the failure of this relationship also came the doubt of all the changes I had made, making them for the wrong reasons rather than for myself. After the crash of 2006 as I like to call it, I went into a tailspin abusing not only friends and family but myself through food, drink, prescription medication and depression. All this did not fix what had been broken but rather left me with 15 pounds of excess weight that needed to disappear as quickly as it appeared.
Egg whites….egg whites whipped me back into shape again. It didn’t matter that if I went out for dinner or out with a friend I could not order egg whites as I did not have the state of mind to date or socialize. Also, everything I owned I could not wear as I purchase my clothes as tight as they can be to start with. Egg whites got me back to where I was.
I was thinking today. Why do I do this to myself? I wouldn’t mind being 10 pounds heavier but I don’t allow myself to be. Then I figured it out. It wasn’t just because of the clothing I like, but for men. I want to look pretty for a man, that special man that I have not yet met. I am 38 years old and the chances of me meeting this man are diminishing. So why don’t I have the ice cream? In 15 years is 10 pounds really going to make a difference? And what is the man I date when I am 50 something years old going to look like? I can bet my life that he isn’t going to be on the cover of Muscle And Fitness magazine.
So I am going to eat the ice cream! I am going to gorge on ice cappuccinos! I am going to try every flavor of slushie there is! I am going to take that cake to bed with me even if it does mean waking up with icing all over my breasts! I am going to liberate myself even if I am going to be so bloated I cant get my shoes on! I wont go to the gym anymore and instead spend that valuable time going through McDonalds drive through!
What the hell am I talking about?? I boiled my eggs for tomorrows breakfast and lunch. Planning on going to the beach with them again. Today I swear you could smell the egg whites in the heat! Reminds me of when I was young and mother sent me to school with stinky fried pepper sandwiches. If anyone is going to the beach tomorrow and smells eggs…follow the scent…you will find me!
Love bella
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Very Random Thought
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Pubblicato:27 Luglio 2007 9:44 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:29 Luglio 2007 7:22 pm 18435 visite
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Well, tonight I had an epiphany of sorts about a man I was previously involved with that destroyed me for a while........LOSER!!!!!!!!!
Ok, Now I feel better.
No scientific information or brain surgery life shattering thoughts from me tonight....oh no. I am having a little drink and previously had a cigarette in order to absorb my thoughts....and I still thought....LOSER!!!!! And if he looks at this blog he will realize he is the "LOSER" I am speaking of.
So in my random thoughts and stupor I am in I want to thank all of my old friends and the new for whom which I have been communicating, reading their blogs as they read mine. I appreciate the kindness and the camaraderie that was between us and is developing between us.
Grazie!!!
I really have only one thought in my mind that I will end with this evening....
Why?
Why, Why Why??? (With whiny voice)
love bella
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A Hot Fuck In The Bedroom
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Pubblicato:26 Luglio 2007 10:31 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:31 Luglio 2007 4:20 pm 17461 visite
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It's just how I feel today so I thought I would repost something I wrote way back in the days of blogging with old friends.
For a woman to be called a hot fuck is a compliment in my mind. I satisfy my man in bed any way I can. But honesty that is easy for me to accomplish because at the same time I am satisfying my need and my fantasy of being something other than a lady. Such constrictions women have. We are constantly being judged rather than just being. Well I choose to be me in the most intimate of moments as that is how my pleasure is derived.
There has been one particular man in my life that allowed me to learn what I liked sexually more than any other man that I have known. I was much younger and he was married. I remember those afternoons spent in bed in less than a 5 star hotel experimenting, learning about my body and his pleasures. These days all the play I had with him carries over to every single sexual experience.
I believe there is a time and a place for everything. The time for me to be a lady is in public. But even then under my clothes I am less than that. How I love to wear a lacy bra and tiny thongs (and sometimes none), fishnet stockings and garter belts, stiletto shoes that are less than lady like. They all tell a story about me, who I am and what I feel. A man who is familiar with me is aware of what I am in the bedroom. In public I am discreetly teasing him, whispering in his ear those images he longs for when he is alone with his own desires. He knows when he is with me he can have me any way he pleases…and that is where my pleasure lies. How I love it when he watches me undress only to uncover I am his sexual fantasy. I can be trashy and brazen, innocent and provoking. “How do you want me honey? Tell me, whisper to me what you want…and I will be.”
I love his reaction when I slip into his bed wearing only a garter and stockings and my stilettos. I love to feel him caress my thigh with his fingers and tongue, wetting all my exposed areas, all while I feel his desire for me grow. I know he wants my legs wrapped around him or thrown over his shoulders while I am wearing my high heels, his fantasy come true through my less than ladylike whispered words. “Do me sweetheart, Tell me what you want and how you want it. Please feel how wet I am, how hot you are making me. Let me feel you inside me… Just take me now baby…make me forget who I am.” These are my pleasures. I know he will never forget me or how I touched him, how soft and wet my lips felt pressed against his skin, how hot my breath was on his most sensitive of areas and the way my tongue pleasured him in every way he could imagine.
You will remember me, that I was a lady in public but your whore in bed....and that is what a lady should be.
bella
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A Hole In My Orfice
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Pubblicato:24 Luglio 2007 10:04 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:29 Luglio 2007 12:00 am 16561 visite
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Ok, so I didn't go as drastic as the photo I've posted. Personally I don't really want my ears pierced with a penis. How would I work with it?
My business is slow this week due to the hot weather and much of my clientele on vacation. Not to worry. I have not been causing trouble but just got back from my favorite piercing place. I just got repierced. What you may ask?
Ok, the clues:
I had this pierced 2x before but the piercing keeps falling off.
The first and second time I had it pierced I passed out much like I do with my other piercings. (yes I have more than one)
I passed out both times I cleaned it for the first time.
It hurts!
No pain no gain...but it looks so pretty!
Can you guess?
If you don't see me online for a few days, yes I have passed out again during cleaning but this time I have hit my head and I am laying in the bathroom with a concussion. You know where to find me.
bella
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Yes...I Am Italian
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Pubblicato:22 Luglio 2007 7:33 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:16 pm 15832 visite
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The weekend was beautiful to be at the beach. All I did was lay there under the sun with my toes buried in the sand trying to achieve the ultimate tan. It was peaceful until I ran into my Mafioso uncle and his family basking near by.
I have to be honest. I am not ashamed of being Italian but in the last year my love for everything Italian has diminished to under 1%. I contribute it to bad experiences with those of my nationality although that all seemed to change today.
Having my Mafioso uncle close by turned out to be the funniest thing ever. He was there wearing his tiny little red speedo showing his walnuts in all their glory. Yes, he’s the type that has hair on his back, the long chain with the horn hanging off of it, and the gut that covers his waistline. His hair is a comb over and he wears black socks on the beach. But in all this ridiculousness he is sort of sexy in his own way. I know, I am sick but I have to be honest. He really has no specific job description but lives in a beautiful house, hangs out at the bar in the little Italy here in my city. He is feared by some and has a reputation of rumors surrounding him. He is the typical Italian in all ways.
Men approach me all the time and on the beach and this weekend was no different. Well, a little different. Any man who stopped by to say hi, or looked at me had to deal with my uncle. I would see him pull them over and speak. What he was saying is anybody’s guess but when his arms and hands wave around I know it not to be a good thing. Midday he came up to me and told me if anyone was giving me trouble he was nearby to take care of it. It was a lonely day at the beach of sorts….I like male attention and not from my uncle.
Yes, I believe my uncle is a Mafioso therefore I consider myself to have connections. Now, I understand the appeal of the Sopranos, I get asked about it enough. Therefore I am offering one and all a deal. If you are looking to make more money, a new career and a new title please fill out the application below and I will forward it over to my uncle. If you are approved, well then you owe me one, or a hundred, or your life if you don’t treat me nice.
MAFIA APPLICATION FORM
Whatsa U Name_______
Age_________________
Stritta Name U Ousa Numba ____________
Isa U Girl or Boy (Justte Chuza One) ____
Putta Down Werra U Werka Now __________
Was U Ever Inna Bigga Ouse? Si___ No____
For Whatta Wazza U Inna Big Ousa For?
You Shoota One Guise_____
You Kidnappa Somebody____
You Bomba Somebodys Ouse__________
You Wanna Be De Bigga Shotz Someday?
U Likka Eat Garlic Si__ No__
Pizza Si__ No__
Salami Si__ No__
U Know Ow Maker Ciment Shooz? Si__ No__
U Driva De Car? Si__ No__
Whata Kine? De Falcon G.T __
De Charger __
De Fiat 500__
De Olden (Fasta One)__
You See De Got Fadda (Or Justte De Movie) Si__ No__
Iffa U Application Issa Approved , U Willa Getta Disa Benifets
Iffa U Application Issa Approved , U Willa Getta Disa Benifets
-1 Pair Darkka Glass
-1 Blacka Shirt Widda White
-1 Appy Face Button
-1 Kilo Mozzarella Cheese
-1 Pair ciment shooz
-U Meeta De Got Fadda
-1 Pair Darkka Glass
-1 Pair Pointie Shooz
-Free Bariel
- 18 x 10 Picha Frank Sinatra
Joinne Da Clubba Now (while you stilla can write)
De MAFIA issa an equil oppertuniny organnasationi
Maka U Marka ________________________________________
Good Luck!!
Bella
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What All Women Need
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Pubblicato:20 Luglio 2007 9:32 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:22 Luglio 2007 8:01 pm 14955 visite
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Bella is not feeling her best right now. A full day of work and a workout in a gym where the air conditioning is not working has made her feel like a rag doll.
Bella has just poured a glass of wine and is hoping that her exhaustion and drooling will soon stop.
So, until she resumes her mental stability, I will leave one and all with this.
Every woman should have 4 pets in her life.
1. A mink in the closet.
2. A jaguar in the garage.
3. A tiger in her bed.
4. And a hot man who pays for it all.
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
bella
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I Got The Funk
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Pubblicato:19 Luglio 2007 5:29 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:26 Luglio 2007 9:09 pm 15300 visite
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Last night I realized I was not so cool. I was blogging away minding my own business when I ran across Digs Blog. I encourage all to take a look atdigdug41
He posted an entry where he was using terms I wasn’t familiar with. Ok, so I don’t listen to hip hop because I can’t understand a word they are saying, but I thought I would be honest and ask what the difference was between 2 terms. Then I thought I would flex my muscles by letting Dig know I was urban to an extent and yes, Bella IS cool.
I thought that being the modern woman that I am I should learn some hip hop. For the last 16.5 hours I have been doing nothing but listening to Jayz, 50cent, Snoop Dog and Elvis and I have learned much. Since I am on this site and blogging for educational purposes (as you all know and will never say otherwise) I thought tonight would be a lesson in the world of funky conversation. I will demonstrate common terms and then have a full Hip Hop conversation with myself.
Here we go:
Lesson 1:
B Cake - The new hip way of calling someone a bitch (Yo B Cakes why you gotta go throw my shoes on da sidewalk.)
B Danka Dank - usually refers to a large penis ( Oh my, you have quite a large b danka dank!)
N to the H - To shoot a person in the head with a nine millemeter handgun ( he does it one more time, n to the h baby!)
R U Trippin - inquiry into someones mental state
R Jizzle - a pimpin teenage kid working for a pizza place, gets all the ho’s and knows all the bro’s (Yo Dawg, that that kid R Jizzle gets mad play.)
Uzzar - meaning “it is?” (that’s Tony Braxton at the bar over there!” UZZAR??”
Lesson one is now complete of beginning basics of hip hop conversation. Now I will attempt to converse with myself being Bella….and my alter ego called Lulubell
Bella: “ Did you see that bizzle at the bar last night spilling everything, She had T Rex tits and kept falling over!”
Lulu bell: “Yo Yo Yo Yo Homie B, That’s whack because yesterday mine slammed down to double D after I dropped off a few T Nugs at the pool .”
Bella: Auuuiight dawg. T Dizzle is of da hizzle, he smack enough to make you D’s double again. Don’t you go sayin Wuz up with dat Homie!
Lulu: “W hibbely bibbely 2 stop da bad vibz , bcoz he iz nang ennit bruv, nuff love.”
Bella: “T dizzle made a beaver attempt on my basket full of fuzzy kittens.”
And there you have it, you have just completed your first lesson in Urban speech. Translation available upon request.
bella
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An Ode To My Pussy
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Pubblicato:18 Luglio 2007 6:41 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:20 Luglio 2007 9:51 pm 15449 visite
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Did you ever wonder why? Why is there pussy? Sometimes it is nothing more than trouble for us gals. She’s temperamental, she easily aroused and irritated, disturbed and ruling.
Today was a bad day for me and my little girlfriend. Out in my part of the world it was a very hot day. My appointments started early and left me with the latter part of the afternoon for myself. I decided to run a few errands. First thing I noticed after about 15 minutes of driving was that the heat was making my panties stick to my little girl. Well, why suffer? While I was at a red light I slipped my panties off and hung them on my rear view mirror. Mission accomplished. I was cooler.
I stopped off at the photo place to pick up some pictures of me and my girls. I was so happy to get my pictures back that in the car I opened the envelope to quickly leaf through them. What did I find? In a few of my photos I had camel toe. Pictures ruined.
Then I went for my Brazilian wax appointment and had my little landing strip taken off with everything else. I was feeling fine until I looked in the mirror and noticed that my tan came off with the hair. My girl looks like mice have been chewing at her! Straight to the tanning beds I went to try correct this problem.
The creation of pussy. She was a bitch to me today. And in speaking of this fine work of art…A poem.
It goes a little something like this:
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine, created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher with a smart wit, using a knife he gave her a slit.
Second was a carpenter strong and bold, with a hammer and chisel he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor tall and thin, by using red velvet he lined it within.
Fourth was a hunter short and stout, with a piece of fur he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman nasty as hell, threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
Sixth was a preacher whose name was Magee, he touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
Last was a sailor dirty little runt, he sucked it and fucked it and called it a c*nt.
My ode to a pussy
bella
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Hot...Slippery and Wet
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Pubblicato:17 Luglio 2007 6:37 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:28 Gennaio 2015 5:23 am 15386 visite
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Now don't ask me why this post has such a title. I have no clue. But this is a repost from 2005 explaining a little more about me...who I am.
To live with me requires a few rules and regulations…don’t say that I didn’t warn you.
When asked if I look like I put on weight after a huge meal the night before and even if you notice my jeans are more than tight…deny, deny, deny!!!
When we wake up in the morning and you try to put your hands through my hair and you realize you need a rake…do not comment. Remove your hand carefully and say nothing.
When I am looking particularly bad one morning with mascara smudge under my eyes you are not allowed to call me raccoon or say in front of your friends I was beat up the night before.
You are not allowed to be upset in the grocery store when I ask you to go to the cashier and pay for my tampons.
You must praise me profusely after I give you…you know…that “special” treat. You must say I was wonderful even if you have had it done better.
When I am in the pool and you are not you cannot be upset if I keep spraying you with water…you must pretend to be happy about it.
If we go to dinner with friends and I want you to do me in their washroom and take pictures…do not resist.
You must not leave the toilet seat up in hopes that I fall in because I will cry!
If I spray my perfume on your underwear you cannot yell at me…just wear them and be done with it.
You cannot take guests into the bedroom to show them my pole…believe me it is difficult explaining what I do with it to those not of our mentality.
You cannot be upset with me for unwrapping and rewrapping gifts under the Christmas tree. Bella is intrigued with gifts and glitter and cannot help herself.
If I start crying do not accompany me otherwise I will never stop.
During my 5 minutes of pure stupidity you are not allowed to video tape or take photos as evidence of what an idiot I can be.
If I call out my own name during sex it is not for vanity…it is just to make you laugh and lose your erection.
Never, and I mean NEVER suggest I get breast implants. I am looking for an excuse and don’t promise me them as a gift as I will make you keep your word.
When I don’t feel like going to the gym and I am complaining you must lace up my Nikes and lead me out the door. Never encourage me to miss my workout because I will be miserable the rest of the day.
Whenever visiting my parents always compliment my Daddy on his hair and my mother on her skin and cooking otherwise they will drive you away.
When the alarm goes off in the morning, don’t encourage me to stay home for the day…because I will even if you decide to go to work.
Never, ever go into my shoe room. All the boxes are color coded and I will know you have been trying them on.
You are not allowed to bring me home ugly lingerie…bring home whorish looking things and I will be happy to model them for you.
Any comments in regards to it being time to go get waxed will cause you to have to come with me and be waxed yourself.
You must not get upset if I know it is your friend calling and I answer the phone saying “house of enema’s may I help you?”
We must have phone sex with me when you are at work because you know how it turns me on.
You must be happy to open your laptop to find I have tampered with your desktop photo. I will most certainly place mine there and you cannot remove it.
Please don’t get on me about my smoking…otherwise I will be forever blowing second hand smoke in your face.
When you are eating junk food you are not allowed to bring me home any but you must allow me a taste of everything you are eating.
Under no circumstances are we allowed ice cream or Nutella in the house. I will take it to bed and ask you to leave.
You must indulge me in my obsession of having sex with my shoes on.
Do not laugh at my hysterics if I break a nail or my finger nail or toe nail polish chips.
If you find me hovering over you while you sleep with tiny scissors or tweezers in my hands you must not move as I am removing your gray hair no matter if I find it on your head or down below.
Please do not refuse me if I suggest we should watch porn or video tape ourselves having sex.
I will teach you Italian but only the bad words and you must use them.
If I answer the phone in an assumed voice and say I am not home until I discover who the caller is you must not be upset or call me immature.
If I answer the phone and it is a wrong number and I pretend it isn’t you must not call me immature.
If we are out in public and I am taunting you sexually consider how lucky you will get when we get home instead of saying I am not acting mature.
You are not allowed to try on my panties.
If we go shopping be patient with me…need I say more?
I will cry if you yell at me so don’t yell at me.
I am always in the mood so feel free to climb on top even if I am sleeping.
Hmmm…any more tonight could be sensory overload….part 2 to follow.
I hope this post has provided a little more insight into me....Resume may be required.
bella
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Did you say Bitch?
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Pubblicato:16 Luglio 2007 2:24 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:17 Luglio 2007 9:28 pm 14811 visite
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Sometimes the one special person always there in your life is often neglected. For me it is because my one constant, my friend and my soul is a woman. It is my best friend D. I think sometimes I forget about her impact on my life because she is a woman. But she is always there for me through thick and thin. She supports me even during my most stupid of times telling me how things really are but never abandoning me. D. My secret love of sorts…she doesn’t know how much I appreciate her.
D. and I went to lunch today as neither of us were busy work wise. We do everything together and have ever since we were 10 years old. We go through men together, trauma and happiness. We eat together, and sometimes we even work together since my career change last year. Most of my vacations have been taken with D. by my side even to planning a trip to Las Vegas in the upcoming weeks.
She is wise and a little bit of a smart ass….until today. We were lunching on a patio in the sun and fresh air. We noticed this woman walking by our table. Now, she was skanky and I mean that in the kindest of ways. Just as she passed us D. whispered to me “look at that bitch.” Now, she was not just any ordinary bitch but D’s ex boyfriends new girlfriend. The woman heard what she had said, turned around and stood right in front of us. She rattled off a poem of sorts.
It goes a little something like this.
Please,
If I’m a bitch then you’re a bitch,
Your moms a bitch for having a bitch,
Your dad’s a bitch for fucking a bitch,
So who’s the bitch now….bitch?!
Whew, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, never mind D. As the woman had just finished her last words I pulled out a pen from my purse and wrote this little phrase on my napkin.
D. was silent for a minute and then asked me what she had said. I gave her the napkin and bought her a drink. I am a friend in indeed. I just have to prepare for the phone call from her tonight. I will be there because I am not a bitch. Ha!
Words of wisdom.
With all my experience I have much to teach. Learn from me my friends….More wisdom to follow.
bella
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Sexy Words
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Pubblicato:15 Luglio 2007 7:05 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:26 Luglio 2007 9:10 pm 15353 visite
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I had no intention of posting again today but I recieved and email that must be documented.
Compliment or not? Will it get me in bed? or NOT!!
And it goes a little something like this:
You're like a fine wine
or a good cheese,
just not as stinky.
Hmmm...speechless...just speechless.
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My quest for an orgasm
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Pubblicato:15 Luglio 2007 10:20 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:17 Luglio 2007 8:43 pm 14285 visite
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Today is not the warmest day or the sunniest day although I am spending the afternoon outside on my deck until it starts raining. And it’s happening. The urge is hitting me. I want to close my eyes and let my fingers slip between my legs and feel that most wonderful feeling in the world.
When I was 13 or 14 I really had no idea that women could masturbate.I would hear about it often around the boys, but I never really understood. It wasn’t until one night without the intention, I discovered the beauty of my own body and the pleasure I could bring to myself.
I remember closing my eyes as I lifted up my nightly and slipped my hand between my legs to find I was warm, very warm. Hmmm…wow…it was nice down there and without really knowing what to do I decided to explore my own body. I ran my fingers through the little tuft of soft hair that surrounded my secret spot as I touched my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I had no understanding as to why it felt so good but I couldn’t stop and I really didn’t want this magic I was feeling to end. I was creating this unknown pleasure all on my own. I remember slipping my finger between my lips to find a little hole. I let my finger enter slowly and carefully only to discover how narrow and deep I was. Is that where it went? I slipped my finger out and discovered I was wet. What happened? I had no clue. Letting my fingers slide around my wet little mound I found so many little valleys and folds that made my heart race as I spread my wetness around. This was heaven even though I had no clue why it felt so good.
In my investigations between my legs I found my thighs getting wetter and my head starting to spin. My little kitten was getting puffy and I was getting no relief. And then I found it. A small little button that with the slightest of pressure or the smallest of strokes made me squeal with delight.. I quickly graduated to playing with my little button and slipping my finger into this little hole I had found. Up and down, side to side, around and around…I became more wet and could not stop for the life of me even though I had heard footsteps outside my door. I remember just spreading my legs wider and stroking my little button as fast as I could.
I know I let out a moan. I can still hear it now. And at that moment of my first orgasm my mother walked into my bedroom for fear I was dying for the sound I had let out. My nighty was around my neck and my legs were spread as my mother walked in and quickly out. I could hardly see straight with fulfillment and fear that I had been caught. But I continued to lay, still spreading those warm juices over my kitten and hoping to feel that excitement once again.
My mother spoke to me about it the next day and I promised never to do it again. She doesn’t know that up to this day whenever I feel the urge I let me fingers slip over my navel ring and down to my little pleasure spot. I love to aggravate my little kitten to the point of a flood of wetness and a high that cannot be described in words. I have been lucky in my life that the men who have shared my body allow me to partake in my self love in front of them.
And so my little memory of how it all began for me.
Has anyone caught you masturbating? Better yet, have you ever caught anyone masturbating? Was it as good for you as it was for me? Ha!
bella
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Panties and bra's and bikini's...Ohh My!
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Pubblicato:13 Luglio 2007 11:31 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:17 Luglio 2007 8:43 pm 14573 visite
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I am just killing a little bit of time and what better place than to blog. It's been a pleasant day and evening. I certainly got out of the mood I was in a couple of days ago, slapping myself silly since nobody else offered to do it for me. Tonight I happily spent with someone important to me. A nice dinner and a nice evening in bed. He rolled over to sleep which is fine regardless that I am waiting for another round. But just to have him in my bed, to feel his breath on my arm as I type, and to be able to enjoy him completely even in his semi unconscious state makes me feel safe.
So while I am still awake I decided to do some online shopping. Yes, Victoria's Secret. Anyone who knows me well knows my love for everything and anything Victoria's Secret. Fitting I should post this cute little list. Honestly, I can think of a few more but I bet a man could add to this list better than I could.
Top Nine Things Men SHOULDN'T Say Out Loud In Victoria's Secret:
9) No Thanks. Just Sniffing.
 I'll be in the dressing room going blind.
7) Mom will love this.
6) Oh the size won't matter. She's inflatable.
5) No need to wrap it up. I'll eat it here.
4) Will you model this for me???
3) The Miracle What??? This is better than world peace!!
2) Forty Five bucks?? You're just gonna end up naked ANYWAY!!
And the number one thing that a man should never, ever say out loud in Victoria's Secret:
1) Oh, honey, you'll NEVER squeeze your ass into that!!
I hope this has helped someone tonight.
bella
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