Craving
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Pubblicato:31 Maggio 2008 7:13 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:4 Febbraio 2009 1:12 pm 19510 visite
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Well, here I am at home on a Saturday night after a day long date. I am exhausted and I think I just need to unwind. So on the menu tonight:
1. Hot bath
2. My favorite cd
3. Haagan Daz ice cream I have been thinking about since I bought it.
It will probably rain tomorrow so I don't need my bikini.....bloat is welcome.
I love ice cream. I could live on it day and night without any solid food....ever....and I am so serious you have no idea!
I love every flavor but I have my favorites....pineapple coconut anyone?
My goal this year is to try every single flavor that has been done....I may need to travel to find some of them.
ice cream....my worst sin....well maybe 
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Back From The Dead
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Pubblicato:24 Maggio 2008 6:07 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:4 Giugno 2008 8:49 pm 16691 visite
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Blaa blaa blaa.......................
blaa blaa..........................
blaa.................................
Considering I've been back on the site the last few days and haven't posted I thought I should update my blog.
And there it is.....and here it goes....
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That's about it for today.
Ciao to all my friends.
bella
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Dreams, Wishes, and Tears
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Pubblicato:10 Ottobre 2007 5:09 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:27 Aprile 2024 5:0 am 18489 visite
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I was having a discussion the other day with a male friend of mine. I was trying to explain my warped belief that men were not interested in anything other than sex. Of course I was accused of being something less than stupid.
This blog post is not about my failures, sex itself or my joys for that matter. I just wanted to share an email he sent to me to prove that men have hearts. I don't know who wrote it but I just thought is was beautiful and wanted to share it....it makes me feel warm and comforted in a sense...and it makes me believe he is sincere in his words to me also.
Dreams, Wishes, and Tears
If dreams were given to a lonely man
and a lonely man's dreams came true,
I'd force myself to sleep all the time
just so I could dream of you
If wishes were given to a lonely man
and I was given just two,
I'd wish for you to always love me
and the other I'd give to you
If my tears could write a love song
I'd write a love song for you,
It would explain just how I feel inside
and how much I love you too
But, dreams are only dreams
and wishes seldom come true,
My tears can't write a love song,
but when they fall, they fall for you.
bella
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Handbags Give Me An Orgasm
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Pubblicato:8 Ottobre 2007 10:58 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:27 Aprile 2024 5:0 am 17968 visite
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I didn't realize how long I have been away. I vacationed, met a man and was going back and forth to Vegas on weekends....well...that doesnt work for very long.
I came back to blogging only to realize I dont have the same feeling about as I once did or had thought. It is so much different than in the good old days....things have changed and maybe I have also.
So goes life.....
Just doing to some ebay shopping..found this great handbag!! Going to BUY IT NOW!!
Kisses,
bella_
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Sin City
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Pubblicato:11 Agosto 2007 10:27 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:27 Aprile 2024 5:0 am 20365 visite
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I just wanted to stop by and say hi to all my friends.
Thats right, I am in Las Vegas....Sin City...and yes I am sinning on a momentary basis!
Wednesday I realized I was leaving this week and not next week...needed a friend at that moment to help me pack! You want to see a girl not able to decide on which shoes to take with her? NOT PRETTY!
I have met a very nice man here....well...men! I'll tell you...sinning is fun! Going dancing tonight....ohh yes....he is going to show me a pole...ha!
Going for some beauty sleep...over and out!
love bella
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Is You Da Man??
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Pubblicato:8 Agosto 2007 8:10 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:27 Aprile 2024 5:0 am 19686 visite
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Ok, seeing that I go through men faster than changing my panties I have decided to do something a little different tonight. Ya, ya...I know, I write my preferences, try to let you all know who I am and where does it get me? Don't ask!
Bella has a psychology degree....ehhmmm...ok, she thinks she does and therefore I have put together this little test to see if you...yes you...are the man for me.
Please answer truthfully and please log your answer into my blog. Tomorrow night I will reveal the results to see if YOU IS DA MAN!
lets begin:
1. In the company of females, intercourse should be referred to as:
A. Lovemaking
B. Screwing
C. Taking the pigskin bus to tuna town.
2. You should make love to a woman for the first time only after you've both shared:
A. Your views about what you expect from a sexual relationship
B. Your blood-test results
C. Five tequila slammers
3. You time your orgasm so that:
A. Your partner climaxes first.
B. You both climax simultaneously.
C. You don't miss Match Of The Day.
4. Passionate, spontaneous sex on the kitchen floor is:
A. Healthy, creative love-play
B. Not the sort of thing your wife/girlfriend would agree to
C. Not the sort of thing your wife/girlfriend need to ever find out
about.
5. Spending the whole night cuddling a woman you've just had sex with is:
A. The best part of the experience
B. The second best part of the experience
C. $100 extra
6. Your girlfriend says she's gained five pounds in the last month. You tell her that it is:
A. No concern to you
B. Not a problem, she can join your gym
C. A conservative estimate.
7. You think today's sensitive, caring man is:
A. A myth
B. An oxymoron
C. A Moron
8. Foreplay is to sex as:
A. Appetiser is to entree
B. Primer is to paint
C. A long line is to an amusement park ride
9. Which of the following are you most likely to find yourself saying
at the end of a relationship?
A. 'I hope we can still be friends'
B. 'I'm not in right now, please leave a message at the beep.'
C. 'Welcome to Dumpsville, population: YOU.'
10. A woman who is uncomfortable watching you masturbate:
A. Probably needs a little more time before she can cope with that sort of Intimacy.
B. Is uptight and a waste of time
C. Shouldn't have sat next to you on the bus in the first place
Tomorrow I will evaluate all results and present them in a scientific manner to which only I am capeable of doing.
Thank you for your cooperation and participation............................................and bravery.
love bella
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Naked In Front Of You
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Pubblicato:7 Agosto 2007 4:57 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:8 Ottobre 2007 10:45 am 18598 visite
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Yes, Bella has taken a few to many happy pills on purpose today. No, not a relapse...I just needed them.
And with my brain in this state of mush I have decided to repost something from the good old days. I thought this piece was perfect for its relevance in my life even 2 years later. I am in the same place with the same struggles....But today I have decided that the wind can take me where it wishes me to be....no questions asked.
And so naked in front of you goes a little something like this:
Another day at the beach and now home once again. Long hot days and even longer, hot evenings. My days are filled with work, my mind occupied with business, contract obligations, fulfilling time requirements and trying to make a fleet of men listen to what I want them to do. My evenings are another story. These last weeks have been filled with hot weather, evenings spent alone or at the gym. I come home and I am alone, longing for what I once had and what I so strongly desire now. Companionship, passion, sex and intensity. I want it all and I need it now.
I am partially to blame as I have not been available to the men I have been lucky enough to meet, the possibilities that present themselves to me on a daily basis. It is not my body that lacks the desire but more so my mind that is pushing me back into in a corner telling me not to accept less than what I dream of if I even can decipher what that is anymore. It’s funny how things work…when I had all these things I debated how strongly I was committed to maintaining these feelings. Once it disappeared I questioned why I was the way I was or why I wanted what I once had. My need to have a man touch me tonight is overwhelming. My need to please a man even more so. Is it my ego? Is it hormonal? Is it my mind or is just my heart playing tricks on me?
I question myself because I am all over the place in regards to my sexuality these days. I want to play, to seduce, to lust and have a type of sex that is carefree and without limits. I want experimentation without judgment. I want to slip out of bed and just leave if I so desire without worrying about his feelings. I want him to please me from head to toe, I want to be selfish and not care. I want him to want me more than I want him without him knowing. I want him to seduce me until I can no longer withstand my own position. I truly want all this.
Can I flip the cards for myself? Yes, and I want this also. I want a man to think of me and care about me and only me. When we slip into bed together I want to feel his touch running across my body and dream he will be the last man to ever touch me as he is my eternity. I want him to feel that when I look into his eyes that I am his, only for his desires and pleasures. I want him to know he can have me any way he wants me, anytime he wants me, without question or doubt. I want to make love him, for him feel as though no other woman could please him the way I do. I want him to be a part of my body and be familiar with it, every inch of me with his hands, his tongue and his heart. I truly want all of this.
I need to close my eyes and stop thinking. I need a man who is stronger than the road blocks put up in my mind to take me, truly overpower all who I am, to just have me open my heart and body to him. I need a man who is stronger than I am. I need a man I cannot say no to…no matter his reasoning to be with me. I just need to jump over this hurdle and allow a man into my heart and to take over my being whether it is for love or for lust. It is time.
I have been advised that a new man would help me, and to a point I agree. My fantasies have become more powerful and even more in reach within the last weeks than ever before. It always seems that when I am not open or available my phone rings and I hear from those I have not heard from in a while. I need to say yes. I need to say yes, please…I need you right now…please my body…touch every inch of me, my arm and my breasts, my thighs and my kitten. Let me feel your tongue sliding across my skin from head to toe, let me feel your manhood sliding inside of me until we both reach the moment of complete pleasure and release. Help me to feel like a woman again. Let me make you feel like a man. Let us just be without question or category, without thought or judgment. Let us just be together for however long we desire. Let us not talk about. Let us not discuss the future unless it is bright. Let us just be together whether it is in bed or in life. Let’s just do it and be together.
Long hot days and even longer, hot evenings. Let us set them on fire, let’s make them lustful and full of sex we dream of having and maybe everything else will fall into place for both of us. Let me lay next you with my head on your chest, whispering to you my secrets that I dare not say aloud in front of anyone else. Let me trust you with who I am and who I can be. Treat me like a lady in front of others and like your whore when I am naked in front of you. Tell me what you want me to do, tell me to get on my knees and please you…treat me like a lady public and like your whore in the bedroom. And maybe, just maybe everything else will fall into place afterwards. Maybe, just maybe we will shower together and slip into bed again, caressing each other with our eyes and our hearts…satisfied that we are meant to be for eternity and not just for one night. Maybe, just maybe we will slip into bed together and tell each other “I love you” and mean it before we close our eyes in sleep and dreams preparing to be there for each for one more day. Maybe, just maybe we’ll be together for all I dream of, for all I desire….the love, the passion, the sex, the intensity…for each other, for us, for you and for me.
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The Cost Of Trust
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Pubblicato:5 Agosto 2007 6:29 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:8 Ottobre 2007 10:45 am 19703 visite
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I feel a sense of excitement, happiness and fear tonight that I have not felt for a very long time. Expectations that had for myself I did not reach. I did not act the way I had envisioned nor fall into the same pattern I usually weave.
Last night I went out with the blue eyed police officer. He came to pick me up on time dressed in black pants and a black shirt. He brought me a single red rose that he handed to me and expressed how beautiful I looked, how nervous he was and how happy he was that I agreed to go out with him. He was happy and nervous? He had no idea how I felt.
We went for dinner at a very nice restaurant, opening and closing my door as I entered and exited the car. In the restaurant he spoke to me in a soft tone, very soft spoken he is, cultured, polite and sensitive. He kept eye contact with me constantly and brushed my hand more than occasionally. The question of age came up and for the first time in my life I was embarrassed to say I was 38 years old. I know it is because he is younger than I am and this is the first time in my life that I have been out on a date with someone younger. He said he thought I was in my mid 20’s but my true age did not seem to bother him. He listened when I spoke, he watched my body as I moved but not in that hungry way that most men look at me. I asked him to order for me as I love it when a man does this. We ate, we drank wine and slowly I began to let this wall down that surrounds my entire being.
On the way out of the restaurant we walked to the car and as I got to the passenger door he kissed me. God, it felt so good. It was not a rough kiss but soft and lingering. I honestly got dizzy. In the car he asked me if I liked to dance. Fear set in. I said yes wondering if my dancing in the past would have made a difference to him. Last night I said nothing about my former part time career but told him I was a decent enough dancer. We got to the club and were waiting in line. I did not want to encourage him to come with me through a side door so we would not have to wait. We waited and we talked, him continually touching my arm, holding my hand and stroking my shoulder. I felt alive as the heat from his fingertips almost burnt my own skin. I was so attracted to him I could have easily thrown him down and had my way with him.
In the club we had a drink and we danced. I love the way he looks at me. I love the way his blue eyes pierce right through me no matter what I am doing. We had one dance very close that I could feel the very essence of him as he stroked my hair and my neck, his breath all over me, his cologne mixing with my perfume. He whispered in my ear continually how happy he was to be out with me, how much he liked me, if I was tired, if I wanted something to drink, if I wanted to do something else, if I was happy, if I was having a good time. He wanted me to be happy? I wanted him more than I can put into words.
The drive on the way home was beautiful. The air was warm with a cool breeze brushing over my skin and hair. His hand held mine as he drove. He walked me to the door and we stood there as I reluctantly looked for my keys. I opened the door and we basically just stood there looking at each other until he reached over and touched my lips before he kissed me. I was in la la land. I could have eaten him up at that very moment. I asked him in for a drink. He sat on the couch as I got some glasses and a bottle of wine. He opened it and poured as I put on some music.
When I went to sit beside him he asked me to sit closer to him…and I did. He continually stroked my hair and shoulder while he stared at me…the eye contact was killing me. This time I kissed him, and I kissed him and kissed him. I could feel his hand moving further up my skirt touching my panties. I was wet, completely wet that I let him go on…and then I stopped him. I interrupted him with an excuse so lame he knew sex was out of the question last night. He told me he liked me a lot and didn’t want to ruin the evening if I wasn’t ready. He asked me if I was scared and what I was scared of. I denied fright and apprehension with I’m sure a less than convincing look on my face. Instead we just sat close and spoke, stroking each other in a non threatening way. He told me stories of his job, his life and himself personally trying to make me comfortable. I offered some little things about me but never as open as he had become. He said he would like to see me again and I obliged with the thought that because I wouldn’t have sex it was just his line.
After he left I undressed and went to bed. About an hour later the phone rang. It was him telling me what a great time he had and how he wished he hadn’t left. I didn’t want him to leave either. We talked on the phone until morning until he had to leave for work. I like him too much….too much. I already fear the worst. I fear that all I am holding in and all that I fear will sabotage something I haven’t felt in very long time. I fear that he will realize how damaged I am and decide I am not worth the effort long term. I know that I like him. For me to refuse sex with a man that sexual, that good-looking is not in my makeup. But I did.
And today I went to the beach with my friends. He called me at the beach to see if I missed him. Could I tell him that I cannot stop thinking about him, thinking about the way I felt when he touched me and he kissed me? My cards are being held very close to my chest. I am trying to reason out my feelings and keep them in check.
Sex is so easy. Sex is simple. To have sex requires nothing of me…just my body. To refuse sex for the simple matter of liking someone to much is difficult. It is difficult because more than just sex requires not only of my body but my heart and soul…something that I will not give up so easily anymore. Time will tell. Time will tell a story about me and about him. Time will tell if I am capable of more at this point and if he is the man capable of receiving any of it.
Fear is painful but more painful than fear is the reality of hurt itself. I cannot let myself be hurt to the extent I have been in the past. It destroys me, I destroy myself. All I can hope for is to brave enough to continue down this road that is being paved not only by me but by him.
So tonight I sit in front of my blog and again I have written what is truly in my heart, my fears and my happiness, my reluctances and my desires. For it is easier writing here than actually saying the words to another. For this little blog and those friends who read it see something that nobody else knows of, the real me. They hear and feel from me what I truly hold within my heart…the things that I allow few if any to know. This little blog and all who read it, tells of my secrets and holds my secrets at the same time…this little blog.
love bella
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I Want You....
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Pubblicato:4 Agosto 2007 1:14 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:14 pm 19112 visite
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It is amazing how our sense of being is affected by everything that happens to us in our lives no matter how big or small, good or bad. Last night I spent the evening at home alone by choice, cleaning and doing laundry. I sat down to watch a movie and then slipped into bed when my phone rang. I was my friend D asking me to go over. By that time it was already around 1:30 am, but I agreed as the sound of silence and my own breathing was becoming almost frightening. I decided to spend the night there with her. I got in my car and drove and as luck had it I had to pull over because of a flat tire.
Now if you want to see me completely freak out that would have been the moment. I was alone on the highway late at night and was terrified. I don’t know how to change a tire but I thought I could try. I opened the trunk and found the tire. I saw the jack and had no idea how to use it. I tried pulling out the tire without breaking a nail and that was a battle lost almost immediately. I was screwed. I pulled out my cell phone and called D and of course as usual she was no help as she can’t change a tire either. As I was about to call a male friend with some upper body strength I saw a police car stop behind me. The officer got out and I swear I almost immediately started to shake. He said something or other and I caught none of it. Finally I got my senses back and understood that he had asked me if I needed help. This officer was so nice that he changed my tire for me right there on the highway. As he was working I noticed how hot this cop was! He had these icy blue eyes to die for and I could tell through his shirt that he worked out. I kept imagining myself in bed with him, him using his handcuffs on me, his blue eyes staring at me as he came. I even imagined him between my legs making me purr as I came all over his lips...all as he changed my tire, glancing over at me often enough and smiling.
I think this was the first time in my life I have not been able to flirt with a man and that is not normal for me. He finished up my tire and I thanked him. He completely kept eye contact with me the entire time he spoke to me. I was praying “please ask me out, please ask me out!” He was walking back to his car when he turned around and approached mine again. He asked if he could call me sometime. I said yes without hesitation and gave him my number. And then the doubts as I was driving away. Is he going to call me? Why didn’t I ask for his number? Did I look nice? I should have bent over in my skirt….my hair is a mess….I drove myself crazy. I resigned myself to the fact he wasn’t going to call. But low and behold my phone rang this afternoon and it was him asking me out for tonight. I accepted of course. The sexual chemistry just by standing beside him was incredible. I have never felt this intensity before.
So tonight I am out for dinner with Mr. blue eyed police man. I am in a dizzy trying to relax. I have my little outfit and shoes picked out. A tiny tight black skirt with the slit up on of my thighs. I pretty pink Bebe halter top completely open in the back except for the string around my neck and waist. My hot Versace strappy shoes and my Jean Paul Gaultier perfume. Underneath I do not need a bra but I will wear these pretty Brazilian cut black Victoria’s Secret panties in the hopes he will see them. Curl my hair pretty and some body glitter and I am on my way. He wont be able to resist me!
It’s been about a year and half since I have gone out with a man other than my male friends as I cut myself off from dating during and after the ordeal I went through last year. I have a severe case of butterflies. What if he doesn’t like me? What if I have become boring over the last year? God help me…I like him a lot.
Insecurities. I usually do not have them in this department. I am usually quite sure of myself when it comes to men. Damaged….I have a damaged heart and soul that I cannot let him see. I want him to feel me as carefree as I was before all the men that I allowed to hurt me. I want him to see the real me and not the me due to circumstance. Why am I so worried? I don’t even know. I just don’t know. So off I am in a bit to get a quick refresher tan and then a hot bath in hopes of a hotter evening. All I can say is insecurity isn’t pretty and feels even worse.
Wish me luck.
Love bella
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What I Am
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Pubblicato:3 Agosto 2007 5:34 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:5 Agosto 2007 7:23 pm 18204 visite
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I just read these little verses at the perfect time and now I am going to unload a little hostility.
Be who you are and say what you feel , because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
Who am I you ask?
I am not a slut, I am not a lesbian, I am not straight, I am not bi.
I am not white, I am not mixed…There are no labels for what I am.
I do not lie, I do not hide, I look for things on the inside.
I can be your teacher or I can be your student, I am a leader but I will follow you.
I am a hunter but I can be your prey, I am hungry but I will feed you.
I want you, I need you, I will seduce you…maybe even abuse you but I will take nothing from you.
These things all though in verse are all true.
It’s all that I am and all that I am not that most understand or don’t want to understand. It bothers me when it is ignored or misconstrued or even abused. Those closest to me pretend it isn’t so, but really it is what it is. I am just me, with all my faults, all of my beauty and all of my ugliness. Take me or leave me the way I am.
That is just how I feel tonight. That is how I feel after being told to take my problems elsewhere, they do not want to be heard by whom is closest to me.
Be who you are and say what you feel , because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind….and if they do….fuck them.
I have learned a lot in the last year and a half. I have learned that my sensitivities are mine. I have learned that I cannot make everyone around me happy nor should I if I remain miserable as a result. I have learned that if you want something done it is better to do it yourself. And I have learned that what is in my heart is better left there rather than opening up a can of worms that is ready to overflow. The things that I learn day to day all through a simple word or unconscious action. I am not up for evaluation and criticism. I am me….take me or leave me the way I am.
Just a little rant . Ok, I feel much better now.
I know you don’t have to say it…its hard putting up with me isn’t it?
Thanks for listening.
Love bella
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I Am Wide Open
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Pubblicato:1 Agosto 2007 7:22 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:4 Giugno 2008 8:57 pm 19369 visite
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The last few nights I have been sitting here reading through quite a few blogs. I see so many different types...funny, emotional, impersonal and random. I really don't know how to categorize mine other than a mixture of personal even though some times it sounds like I am joking. I seem to speak about myself quite a bit don't I?
Reading through all these blogs I see themes. Ask 3 questions receive 3 answers and the such. Tonight I just want to post something a little different. I call it open blog night. Do you have a question? Ask away! Do you have a grievance? Your in the right place, Just air it out! Do you have a comment? Go for it! Do you have a suggestion regarding anything? You could be helping someone or even me.
Tonight I am wide open in a sense. Say what you want, ask what you want, post what you want. Look me straight in the eyes...just be gentle I may have expertise in nothing but I have an opinion too you know. Lay it on the line. Say what you will. This should be interesting!
love bella
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In Lieu Of A Man
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Pubblicato:31 Luglio 2007 4:18 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:3 Agosto 2007 9:26 pm 18742 visite
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The heat in my part of the world is just disgusting. We are in the middle of a heat wave that is beyond hot with the humidity. Leave it to my luck to have my air conditioning poop out on me tonight. I am dying....literally dying!! Off have come all my clothes in hopes it will cool me off.
Tonight is a repost from the good old days of blogland. All stands true to this day.
There are many things that I do different in lieu of a man. Women constantly make adjustments at the end of relationships and at the beginning for that matter. What other women do I have no clue. I only have myself to base this little blog on. So here it goes.
In lieu of a man I try not to buy anything in jars because I cannot open them as I am not strong enough.
In lieu of a man I spend more time with my friends than I really want to until I reach the point I am completely tired of them and then I opt to stay alone.
In lieu of a man when I go lingerie shopping I have no one in particular in mind when looking at myself in the mirror, it is always for my next conquest so to speak.
In lieu of a man I still sleep on only one side of the bed, maybe hoping “he” will come in through the night and slip in-between my sheets beside me and find the room waiting for him.
In lieu of a man I take off my clothes for strangers wondering if Mr. Right is out there just watching me.
In lieu of a man I have grown to have this strange yet sweet fascination with my shower massage…no man can keep up with 1000 rpm’s per minute although I would deinstall it in the second if I have to make a choice.
In lieu of a man I fill my time with stupidities such as psychics and entering the Miss Nude Canada Contest.
In lieu of a man I blog…(now that is not a bad thing but there is nobody around to listen to me most times.)
In lieu of a man I do my own yard work in a bikini top and short shorts in order to attract a man.
In lieu of a man I strike up strange friendships with men I will never know in my life.
In lieu of a man I often go to the cologne counter when shopping and spray myself with male scents because it turns me on.
In lieu of a man I am an awful flirt just because I can be. Don’t get into an elevator with me alone…I will make eye contact and you will speak with me before you get to the floor you are going to.
In lieu of a man I imagine the men I speak to through the day, their likes and dislikes based just on their voice. I determine myself who is sexy and good in bed based on bullshit facts.
In lieu of a man if I see a spider or a moth fly into my home I freak out and have to leave until someone comes over and removes it for me.
In lieu of a man when I drink to much wine I don’t get taken advantage of and get laid….damn!
In lieu of a man when I watch porn I don’t get laid…damn!
In lieu of a man when I dance on my pole in my bedroom I fantasize all alone instead of with somebody.
In lieu of a man every man I meet or find attractive I make eye contact with just to have some fun.
In lieu of a man I surf through satellite to find a love story to watch.
To think even further I have broken up with some wonderful men in my life for pure stupidities. I broke up with a very nice man because he came to pick me up one evening with cowboy boots on. I didn’t even give another man a chance because he was missing a very important finger. Another brought me a raw chicken on our first date (don’t ask questions.) Another because he cried one time. Another because he didn’t know how to kiss and another because he couldn’t figure out my anatomy when down below. All very nice men mind you…very nice.
Ok…enough of this. I could go on and on. A little insite into me…or maybe at this point a little confusion…a little of both.
love bella
P.S the photo in no way relates to the blog...I just like it (yes, the caveman thing again)
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Fuck Me Like You Mean It
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Pubblicato:29 Luglio 2007 7:17 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:15 pm 21145 visite
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A man and a woman together. Both consenting adults. We are not in love, maybe just in lust for a single solitary moment. I agree to share my body with this man. I slowly undress in front of him, untying my bikini top, slowly slivering out of thong, one leg at a time, seductively and sensually. What would a man do?
The reason for this blog tonight is due to events of the past and the current event of this evening. I went to the beach today with a male friend of mine. He is a friend whom in the past, had benefits if you want to call it that. Way back when, we did it a few times and then I stopped. He is a wonderful guy who is fun to be around, but when it comes to sex he lacks the passion and a few basic skills… at least in my opinion.
He was dropping me off from the beach when he hinted to coming inside for a little while. After a hot day on the beach the only thing on my mind was to take a hot shower and wash my hair. But we are friends and I agreed. It’s been about a year since we had sex but one thing led to another and he initiated. I was kind when I told him to look me in the eyes and to “take advantage of me.” Well…he doesn’t quite know how or exactly what it means. I can deal with a lot of things but when a man has sex with me I would prefer he not have a look of pain on his face, silent and only interested in his orgasm through slamming me in one position for the entire time.
So here comes the point of this little blog post tonight. Gentleman, and I am sure the ladies will agree…please when I say take advantage…do just that. How you ask? Below are a few simple ways to get me off.
And it goes a little something like this:
- When I slip off my panties and bra please don’t shut the light so we are in total darkness. I work hard for my body. Just look at me , look at my tan and try to tell me that I am beautiful even if you are lying. Just be good to me.
- Please don’t take my little kitten for granted, look at her, at how pretty and pink she is. Don’t be afraid to touch me and play with me. Please breathe in my scent, my passion . Stroke me and make me damp before you try to slip into me.
- Please go down between my legs honey and please don’t make it look like you are in pain. Enjoy her and enjoy me. Let me feel your hot breath blowing across my inner thighs barely reaching my sweet spot where I desire you the most. Stay there for awhile…lick me, tease me and please me. Please stay down there enough for me to come undone… and for those who know me…it doesn’t take long… literally seconds.
- Please let me taste myself upon your lips. Let me lick your chin and your lips after you have been between my legs…I love it.
Baby, when I go down on you and let you slide between my lips… just grab my head and let me feel your rhythm…nice and slow….sweetly. I will do whatever you want and anyway you want.
- Baby don’t forget to touch my breasts, don’t ignore them. Squeeze my nipples, cup my breasts in your hands. Honey, why don’t you slide in between my breasts…Now that is hot!
- Don’t just concentrate on your own body. Touch me all over. Feel the curve of my hips, the dip in the small of my back, the roundness of my thighs and the flatness of my tummy. Caress me all over as though you are touching a woman for the first time.
- Please go slowly when you first slide inside of me. I love to feel how you fill me up and how complete I am for that moment. Take your time, tease me with your gun.
- For the love of God take me out of missionary position. I know I am tiny but I promise you I am not going to break. Throw me around a little, Oh yes…turn me over, come at me from behind. Let me feel your size and your desire for me in more than one position.
- Sure baby… go ahead, slap my ass, tug on my hair gently, talk dirty to me! Seem like you know what you are doing and you know what I like. Tell me the filthiest things, whisper to me your fantasies. Tell me how you love it when I am wet. Tell me how tight I feel to you.. Do it all honey, it turns me on something horrible.
- Baby, when you come… please don’t be silent. It scares me a little. Let me hear how much you love being in bed with me. Tell me how good it felt and how wonderful I tasted. Tell me how you want to do me again and again. Tell me what you want to try next, how you want me to do it and how your going to do me.
-Just treat me like the whore I am in the bedroom. Make me feel like a woman. Let me remember you and how you pleasured me, how you controlled me, how you made me feel a desire so strong that it cannot be put into words.
God help me that I even had to write something like this.
Love bella
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