Tuesday, February 26, 2013

FEET

Today at yoga practice, the unusual almost happened: a hot hot man put down his mat right next to me. I say almost because he almost got me to switch my focus on him instead of my practice.
Tall, beautiful face, short beard, long hair in a somehow masculine bun, georgeous body, abs ( my girls would know why i say that, i have a thing with stomachs), peeeeeerfect shinny skin ( like perfect, nor a scar, just the perfect amount of hair, not even a pimple on his back), nice muscular legs and butt..........
AND NASTY FEET.
Wtf. Guys, this is not 1973 anymore, you gotta keep clean everywhere. And fucking with socks is a no-no. Get your balls together and understand that going to get a pedicure ( or learn how to do it yourself) a few times a year is a must.

Monday, February 25, 2013

THE BEST GIFT IN THE WORLD

We are the builders and the citizen of a whole new world.

The virtual-2.0-instant-gratifying-fake-yet-real-somehow-world.
Most of us have spend a lot of time polishing and defining our online persona that sometimes seems to even have a life on it's own.
And as in the real world, you "meet" people there.
On Facebook, Twitter and…Instagram. Yes, i met people through Instagram.

This one guy in particular.

Liked like 15 of my pics, checked him out, seemed cool, started talking.

One thing leading to another, and we exchanged numbers to talk via WhatsApp (we live on 2 different continents). What started like a fun silly game became crazy sexy.
We started texting….and arousing each other with written words. Then…a picture…then two.
A few days later, the tension had build up…and we started sending each other voice notes…with erotic demands, erotic thoughs…moans….breaths.
Whats'App is amazing as you see when he received it, and when he read it…and so you get this play by play sensual tension… which finally led to videos. I just couldn't get enough… waiting for his name to appear on my screen, knowing i was going to end up touching myself imagining this stranger... with him listening.. and watching.

The amazing thing is that you keep the entire step-by-step erotic built up with a REAL partner…that still stays in you head.
You get the perfectness of the fantasy and the tension and intensity of the real partner reacting to you.

I spend an entire month glued to my phone… getting wet at his first "good morning" and crossing my legs at any compliments. And whenever i felt like re-living it, i didn't even need him live anymore…i just had to go to my own little replay. His words, his dick…and most of all: the lust i heard in his voice would get me off every single time.

This was, the best gift in the World.

Monday, February 18, 2013

INSTAGRAM DRAMA

I'm going to tell you a story. The story of 2 days ago.

Once upon a sleepless night, a young urban lady was wondering around her apartment, doing what 2.0 young girls do on a cold saturday night that was not chosen to be a party night: dance alone on her favorite 90s RnB jams in her bedroom, in compfty yet sexy clothes. And as we all do way too much ADD generation that we are, she went on Instagram for no reason.
I was feeling good, happy and in the moment. I felt pretty and Real. So i did something that i had no idea would cause so much "feedback": i posted a picture of myself in that moment. Dark, unfocused and with very little details, i felt the picture looked good and somewhat artistic. True to that moment and how i felt without revealing that much.

What happened next was a little overwhelming.
I first got a few messages that made me feel like a slut. So i erased it.
And a second later, i felt so dumb erasing something i felt was not deserving of that kind of judgement, i put it back up and went to sleep, thinking i did the right thing not falling for the mean words and keeping my ground as i had done nothing worth judging.

The morning came with craziness.
I started getting messages after messages after messages…. my phone was blowing up with text messages and facebook mail.

I felt completely overwhelmed and judged and so i erased it AGAIN.

Now most texts were not mean at all, mostly guys i barely speak to at all usually, being like: "about that scandalous picture"" yo that picture.." "or " omg was that you?" or even " i heard of a picture and i really wanted to see it"…
I was starting to wonder why this freakin' pic had so much impact, knowing and seeing what some girls (some i know) post all the time. I didn't feel it was far from who i am, far from my image.

I like to think that i am a free minded and open about her body and sexuality kinda girl so it started to really bother me that i had let this bug me so much. (I know, i sometimes think too much )

Thing is, it seemed to me that most people took it the wrong way, and by people, i mean boys.
They seemed to think, as they usually do, that when a girl posts a sexy pic, it it necessarily FOR them. To get THEIR attention.
NO.
My men listen up: when a girl dresses sexy, or wears lipstick, or wears heels: it is NOT necessarily for you at all. Some girls, yes. But me, and most of the chicks i know: NO.

WE DO IT FOR OURSELVES. I buy and wear sexy underwear for ME. I dress sexy for ME. I post sexy mood picture on Instagram for ME.
I like and need to find myself pretty and sexy. It's part of how we live, how we grow.
If that picture was for you: i would have send it to you directly, and with others, trust me, i do that if i like a guy.

I remember this TV show i few years back where this couple was having a crisis: she wanted a breast augmentation and he din't want her to, saying she didn't need it as he thought she looked just fine for his taste. He was really upset as he kept saying she was a slut because she was OBVIOUSLY doing it to get the other men's attention.
All the ladies in the audience, including me where so upset at this stupid way of seeing this situation. The girl was hopelessly trying to explain that she didn't care about the other men's attention, she needed to do it for herself, to feel prettier and more feminine. He never got it.
It's a girl thing i guess as i know for a fact that most guys really don't understand this.

To get back to the story. What i did next, to get over this situation was a little out of the ordinary. I wanted to repair this. I felt i did nothing wrong but by taking the picture down, i felt i had acted like i did something wrong. like i was ashamed of it. And i am NOT.
I took a marker and started writing words and meanings all over my body. From neck to toes.
It felt beautiful. Healing.
I took a picture and posted it.
I felt better. Like i re-owned my half naked body and was proudly showing the "instagram world".

Maybe this whole thing really just happened in my head. But whatever, it did happen for me.

And now i will post the so called "scandalous" picture here. Because there is nothing wrong with it in my eyes.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

THE TRUTH ABOUT MEN

When a guy calls you hot, he's looking at your body.
When a guy calls you pretty, he's looking at your face.
When a guy calls you beautiful he's looking at you heart.

All three guys still wanna fuck you though.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Saturday, February 2, 2013

A LITTLE SENSITIVE ARE WE…?

To have a WhatsApp convo with a guy and to get wet just because he wrote u a few smileys and kisses….
I think i'm in need of some serious cuddling very soon...