Three seconds of heaven

I slowly woke up from my dreams with his soft touch on my back. He took my hair off and kissed my shoulder, as I was giving him back, spooned by his warm body. I didn't open my eyes, but I smiled. The city outside was silent, as if never in a hurry. I felt him drawing a heart with his fingertip on my naked skin and rolled over to kiss him, with a mouth that still tasted a bit like the red wine that bathed us in a glorious lust on the night before.
 By the fireplace, over a fur carpet, we got high on every cliché of a hot romancing scene, in a way mainstream love movies would never show. He choked me, fucked me, tied and untied me. I pulled his hair, scratched his back, rode him like a cowgirl would tame her savage stud. He got me purring like a pussy when he spreaded my legs and stuck his tongue in mine. Moaning out loud, feeling his fingers inside me, I was still dealing with the aftershocks when he pulled me to my knees to suck his juicy cock. With my hands  I moved up and down on him while gently licking the head, then I´d hold him tight while letting my lips slip through all his crotch, enjoying the smell and taste of dirty sex we perform. I grabbed his hips to force him into my throat, and his moaning got louder and irresistible. "Watch me" - I asked in the moment I felt his dick pulsating and filling up. I was delighted with his facial expression, eyes wide open, pierced in mine as I swallowed that hot load of cum, not wasting a single drop.
I could feel myself getting wet in recalling those moments. He was softly pinching my nipples, tickling me gently, I was still with my eyes closed, kittenish and pretending I was still sleeping, but with a wide smile that ratted me. He giggled, and the childish sound jarred with the feeling of his cock getting hard against my humps.

It's three seconds for the apotheosis, but heaven lasts forever whenever he's on my skin.

Good morning!

The brighter side...

...is to know we've been sharing enough time on this Earth knowing each other so today we can look at ourselves and really recognize we're growing old.

Speaking strictly for me, this is the brightest.

No porn here either

             

              "...I must confess that I was actually recalling when I had last seen my parents before that moment. My mom asked me to take care. My brother asked me to bring vodka.

                For I was going back home with a broken heart and no vodka. Still I had great times and was grateful and thankful for the happiest experience of my life by then. I had lived through extraordinary moments, I had met a bunch of extraordinary people in many ways. What a ride. I had never set feet over borders, and suddenly I felt like I was about to get back from a visit to outer space, a parallel dimension or so. I was sad for I was leaving, I was happy for the experience, I was missing my family so much and still I knew I'd miss some people so much...I started to feel anxious and in need of a cigarette.
               I didn't have any cigarettes. I surrendered my cigarettes to him, because I knew he hated the fact I smoke. So, I didn't have any cigarettes. That anxiety growing, and I have no idea why I just didn't go and bought a pack. I had money and time, but still I prefered to go straight to the smoking place and see if there someone would give me just one cigarette. But there was no one there. Instead of leaving, I stood there crying a bit.
              I had my eyes still red and full of tears when I saw her entering the smoking room. She was looking down, and soon I noticed she was crying. There was just the two of us there , and she seemeed to be my age or so. I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing was wrong, just that she was leaving to stay a long time living abroad, and though she was very happy and excited about going, she was also already missing her dear friends and family.
             I told her I was sharing her feelings but in a different way, for I was about to meet my family and friends, but it was very hard to leave some people behind. And when I finally remember asking her where was she going to, I was amazed to hear her say the name of my hometown.

              Just too much for a coincidence.

                 -The funniest part - I said, recalling the real reason I was there - Is that I was probably going to talk to you anyway because you were the only person to enter here, and I was going to ask you for a cigarette!
                 -The funniest part  would be if you had really done that, I'd have to tell you I don't have any either...-she searched her pockets.

                 We laughed and immediately became friends. We drove the flight attendants crazy to arrange us to change our seats, for we wanted to travel together. We talked a lot about people and ourselves, countries and cultural differences, love and distance. When we safely landed, I gave her my phone number and address and said, "if she got bored of staying at her host, she could come live at my place."
                 I actually said that almost as a joke, to mention one of the stories I told her about my trip. Because I actually knew a girl who barely met me, but invited me to stay with her. And at some point, I actually did it. And in fact, it brought a whole unexpected highlight to that journey.
                So, why not return the favour to the nation..? (insert cute smiley emoticon here)
               But I confess it was still a surprise when, about one or two months after, she called me and asked to come over. A great surprise in fact.
               To me it was great, some of the best time ever. She was instantly part of the family, and it was really a sister. All of us had a lot of fun, even her brother came to visit...and it was very hard to all of us when she had to leave.

             It was ten years ago...and now I wonder if they see each other, they'll know who each other are. I hope one of them will think of me and how much I´d love to be there."

(insert smiley emoticon here)

It's a girl thing

             I keep wondering about how extraordinary different are the experiences we live either if we are born a guy or a girl. For ever since I know myself, I don't believe there are better gender, for both are incredible opportunities of feeling this world.

I am thankful for being born a girl. I always wanted to be a mom, to feel pregnant, to be completely linked to the moon by having my body responding with menstrual cycles that follows a calendar. In case you people never noticed, healthy women who are not on pills or having hormonal problems are more likely to have their periods when the moon is waning or new. Just observe, it愀 a fact. And it's wonderful.

               We are born to be strong, to defend our kids. To take care of the ones who provide us with physical strength, material support, in a very wide range of understandings. Of course this is a shallow, raw reading of the situation, but we're supposed to be evolved! We have feelings and finesse, we depend of each other's hearts, it works that way. We were supposed to develop practicity in our day by day tasks, so we could enjoy more of this wonderful feeling of nurturing a family, friends, ourselves. And this between males or females, as mothers, fathers, friends, sisters, lovers, husbands, wives and whatever kind of relationships we could have being human. Men needs more than a reproductor of their lineage, and women expects more than a guy who can bring food to the table - even because since there is a huge difference in the way we bring food to the table nowadays and in the Ice Age. It's not a "men's thing" anymore, since a lot of girls I know make more money than their boyfriends. Specially in a world  that pays for strategy. Girls know this shit...

                  I don't believe I'm a feminist: I'm lucky for being a female. I don't believe I'm a sexist, because I think men are so stupid in thinking women are here just for their pleasure, that I shall laugh on the situation more than I would get angry with it. It comes with being a man. And I also know that a lot of men are not really like this, but they can still laugh at the joke. I do. And I'm a woman. 

                  I am that kind of women that thinks it愀 absurd to judge a girl by her clothes. No, just because I like short skirts and deep necklines shouldn't mean I惴 a slut. It just means that it get easier to sluts to sell what they're offering, but to presume I'm offering it's bit like to presume I惴 offering my car just because I惴 driving it on streets. To me, at least, seems like that.
And no, that doesn't mean I go around looking like "Pretty Woman". But I don't see how liking to dress up may condemn my character as a person. And I guess it should be even less wrong if you have a guy by your side. I was so bummed because when I got married, my husband would never let me wear "indecent" clothes. I never worn a deep neckline again. I could do it and I would be happy to respect that if he didn't notice every other girl wearing slutty clothes. I mean what the fuck, if he likes it, why can't I wear it? Of course I wouldn't dress up like that to take our baby to the park, but when going out to dance, drink and party, where nobody needs to know I'm a "family mom".

                    Damn..!

                    And I'm a sexual girl. I think it's one of the best things about being human. It's my nature not to fuck around, I am not addicted to casual sex, in fact I always wanted to keep sex somewhat special. I only fuck when I'm really in the mood or the other is really appealing. It's just my way of enjoying it, I don't judge anyone's character because one fucks a lot. I would probably do the same if I wasn't bit weird, and I don't think it's weirder than some sexual fantasies that all of us have. If I was a prostitute that choose my partners, I'd be considered a luxury escort. I'm just a woman who likes to choose my lovers, maybe because I'm sexually selfish (smiley here). The fact I might be aware of being just one of many doesn't mean I would take anyone of so many to be with me. 

                       Ain't I a bitch?

Don't drink and blog

Jäger #1Today I drove past some place that brings me good memories. And remembering one story made me remind on another, and than someone who was also in another episode...It was like I was reading the pages of the past for the first time. Well, I see no better way to describe it.
I realized once more how wonderful my life is, and how many extraordinary people I've met through all these years. Few have stayed, and with each one of them I share at least one wonderful story from a moment that we will never forget. Even when sometimes we had forgotten about each other, we both will have lively  memories of that same moment forever. And this bonds me to a lot of amazing characters that some I have the honour to call dear friends. And then suddenly I understand why they say that real friends are the ones you may totally rely on. And I understand why they are rare and precious.
I was also privileged in getting to know the most interesting people I could wish for on this Earth. Jäger#2 And I mean that because I made contact to a lot of people from different countries by then and thanks to the Internet and the incredible grownth of social media, I also have very special people living pretty fucking far away, but I wonder how estranged we could have been if we depended on snail mail. I'm blessed to be born in this age...
I've been in so many places, so many situations when I was all the time thinking: "Oh, boy, is this really happening..?". It did, and maybe you were there. You know it rocked. You know we'll never get tired telling that story again and again. I treasure this kind of people in my life, really.
I met a lot of people Jäger#3 who are not worth a cold cheese pizza, too, but even them always seemed to be interesting people. And really, I never gave too much of a fuck to the people who dislike me. I have developed the anti-bullying mechanism of not giving a shit at all. I'm not normal, I'm not changing, but who cares if the best people I know are all a little bit weird themselves?
I feel tempted in giving some examples of what I really think about some interesting people I've met, but I guess I'd loose some friends... (smiley emoticon goes here). But since few of you know each other, I bet 100e that all of you will agree that the other has its uniques. And for better or worse, "it's better to be ridiculous than absolutely boring".-said Marilyn Monroe.Jäger#4 And she was the funniest diva ever.

 I could write a book about my life, I just don't know if it is really this interesting or I just think so because it's made of really funny people. I can't play any part of it, but I can tell the stories. I was never the cuttest, the smartest and sure not the richer. Nor the poorer, either. I've always been the shortest, though...
Well the stories are written, anyway. Registered for my time capsule. I am leaving nothing from me to this world, but if someone can read about my life, the best part of me will prevail forever (insert another smiley emoticon here).

That's life in a good day

Bonus track

For those whom it may concern (if there is anyone), the last post, "Sex Drive",has a prologue. I ripped it off when I posted it because, truly, I don't believe anyone would wonder how and why in the world I was driving a cab. Since it's just porn fiction, this shouldn't matter, but when I was writing it seemed pretty important to justify. Maybe because it seemed just too implausible to myself. So I had to "warm up", "rehearse", "get into the character"...whatever. Anyway, I wrote, so I'm posting.

Deal with it.

Sex Drive - Prologue

It was about 11 p.m already, when my phone rang. I wasn't sleeping, though. In fact I was pretty much dressed to go out, but couldn't find company, so I gave up.

On the other side of the call, there were a friend of mine who works as a cab driver and was about to become a dad for the fifth time, so I took it immediately:

-So, is it a boy or a girl? - I cheerfully said, instead of "hello".

- We actually don't know yet! - he answered, his voice sounding worried. I could hear his wife's moanings beside him. - Samantha's water just broke and I had to take her to the hospital.

-Is everything okay?

-Oh, yes, she's doing really fine. You know she's got some experience, it's me who always get desperate because we man can't do much to help. - he even laughed for a second. - But I'll need a favour of yours, right now.

-Sure, what?

-Well, a second before all this happen I committed myself to pick up a very special client. Can you do this for me?

- Me? Why me?

- He's a very special client. - My friend insisted.

-But I...

-Listen! - his wife's laments went louder and his voice got shaky - If I'm asking this for you it's because I am sure you're the only one I can trust for it. This client is very important and I can't miss him. Of course you can have the fare, I just don't want to let him down, so I need you to pick him up at the Plaza in about one hour. Nothing much, just drive.

-...will I get in any trouble? - I suspected.- Is this a kind of real life GTA?

He laughed again.

-Hell, no! There is nothing illegal involved. I promise. So...will you?

-Sure.

-Great! Thank you very much! - he seemed really relieved. - A co-worker will pick you up at you place in about ten minutes and drive you to where my cab is. When you're done with the client, you can go home, I´ll pick up the cab tomorrow. Thank you! - he thanked again before hanging up the phone.

And I was only imagining what kind of "special" adventure I had just signed in for.

Sex drive

Less than five minutes after the call, I was pulling over at the front of the venue. The guy entered my cab with the girl, they were both dressed as if arriving from a very luxury event. They were obviously pretty drunk and the girl was still holding a bottle of an expensive champagne, but the handsome mister didn't allow her to get inside before finishing drinking. " You are not spilling drink on this beautiful lady's car" - he said, blinking one eye to me, before throwing off the emptied bottle. The girl was already kissing his neck and face all over.

"Where to?" - I asked. "Just drive." - he answered. She had her hand inside his pants, and I thought better to look straight ahead. I put the car on the move, the guy pulled up the girl's blouse and shamelessly started sucking her breasts. Her drunken giggling was distracting me. Good thing nobody asked for an specific direction, for really, I didn't know where I was driving to.

He unzipped his pants at once, bringing that hard cock out. Of course I was watching through the rearview mirror. He shut the bitch's giggles with his dick, and grabbed her head up and down by her hair, pulling his head back and moaning. I had no idea what do do. "Keep driving, Hamalka. Eyes on the road." - I told myself mentally.


-Excuse me, should I continue in this neighbourhood or take the avenue..? - I dared to ask, trying not to notice he was taking off the girls panties and practically fisting her pussy.
-I want to see the bright lights of the city! - the girl laughed.
-You heard the madam. Take the avenue. - He smiled a sexy smile, faced me through the mirror, sucking his fingers and dipping on her again.

She climbed to his lap on the very moment we entered the big avenue. My car has transparent windows and I wondered if people outside could see as clearly as me how the girl was being merciless impaled straight in the ass. I could hear the loud snaps of him sucking her nipples, the wet kisses and the clapping of her big round butt to his balls.

Driving in a straight line, I was all the time checking the action. Damn, if they were shameless enough to fuck in my cab, I would watch. I noticed than he was staring at me through the mirror and giving a perverted smile. He moved his lips slowly and silently for me to read  "you dirty girl". I felt my panties soaked. I couldn't distract, I couldn't react, I gotta keep driving when what I really wanted was to have my cunt sucked as hard as I guessed he was fingering hers.


A police car drove by us. Two guys in a morotcycle stood beside my cab at the red light. They both noticed what was happening and stared openly. "Noite boa, hein, tia?" - one of them screamed to me when the light turned green. "What a great night, huh?". Yeah. For the happy fucking couple, sure. I was having the driving test of my lifetime.
He slapped the girl's butts and she took her ass out of his dick, swallowing it whole. "Swallow it all, don't spill your drink at the madam's cab..." - he said, blinking to me again. "She is doing her job well, and so are you..." 

He stopped talking and started moaning some dirty words. Few seconds later, he came on her mouth. I could guess by his loud mumbling and then that relieved deep sigh. The girl sit back, putting her panties on again. I offered her a box of Kleenex. "Thank you", she smiled with that typical dumb blonde voice, but a cute smile, little bit glossy of his cum, with ruined red lipstick all over her mouth.
-Timbira street, 3428. Please. - He kindly finally gave me a direction to follow. We were close and I dropped them there in a matter of minutes. Then, drove back home where my Mr. had his dreams interrupted by my lips around his cock.

I drove all night, now I would drive him crazy.

Shaking off some dust

I won't pretend that the year already begun with great news or great changes. In fact, these have been pretty boring times. Nothing is happening, not that I expected it would. I wish. But I truly learnt that there is a season for everything. And to rush up things - of any kind and concerning any business - will most likely get one into a shitty situation than solving anything. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt: a black one with "sucker" written on it with capital letters. So, patience, working and massive dosis of Grand Theft Auto have been keeping my sanity and my tiny ass far from trouble.


I kinda made a promise that I would post here everyday this year...But as you can see, I failed miserably. Lack of time, and whenever I find time I waste it by writing erotic tales. And the reason why you're not reading it is because I've been doing old style, with paper and pen. To me it's amazing how the story gets even more tasty when I have to draw every letter to describe each movement. Yeah, call me a perv, and this will be no news. At least not for you readers. My grandma would be pretty much shocked if she ever stumble upon this blog. Though I guess I would be even more if I knew she browses for porn literature in english.

So, granny, if you're reading this, please do not tell mom. It will keep us both from a lot of embarassment.

Happy New Year

Mom needs wine

Last movie that I probably watched this year: Mars Needs Moms. For those who never heard it´s a modern animation directed by Simon Wells that is really worth to see. Especially  is you are a mom or a son. Or daughter. I had seen that movie before and I remember I liked it, but I don't remember noticing some reflections like how come the martians represents an extremist feminist society, where everything works high tech, but a motherly heart is missing, in a point they found easier to "import" good moms from the Earth, in order to drain their mom skills - process that also causes mom´s desintegration. They developed technology enough to that- but not to learn how to really raise kids. I know, I might had a bit two much of moscatel wine before getting to this conclusions, but maybe this is the world I picture the future of Earth itself. Woman can easily handle the world of success we live today, because we are naturally built to handle a bunch of things at the same time, since we're built to be moms. To be responsible of someone else. If male and female couldn't live without each other, we would been born attached. So, females has skills to survive for herself and still protect someone else. In the nature. Today's society might be tuff, but this rules are taken most easily by any girl than any guy.- can there it be any bigger responsibility.


 Woman's rights conquered a lot more than it ever did, and women of course noticed in what they are good at, and somehow it begin to be more important to society, than to raise her kids full time- or at is best most time possible. In the movie, the kids are raised by robot-babysitters. Look at that dudes from that obviously hippie tribe and tell me they don't identify much more as an ideal kind of typical male: funny, friendly, happy and caring about kids. Even if too colorful.
The movie promotes the concept of family and balance, helping the kid to understand the importance of motherhood. Because, truly? I didn't understand a lot of things until I become a mom myself. And I'm not talking only about sleeping time. I comprehended that my mom had to take a lot of decisions and give up a lot of things in my benefit, that I never knew and will never know. And most of them are the toughest decisions she had to make.

I know how privileged I've been for spending most of my daughter's life at home with her. Still what I hear most is "how come you spent that many time without a formal job?". I hear this for people that could perfectly do it the same I did, giving up small luxury for some time. But hardly any did it. Now she is starting to have her own life and goes to school, must learn to take her own decisions, and I am happy I can step forward also, back to work without having to concern about a completely helpless human being that carries my heritage. Even because of this: I remember being her age and I watched her grow closely, I can try to guess some reactions, and work a better communication, based in how I would understand her if I was her age.


 I also know pretty much how naive she can be, and no matter how much I try to make my request accomplished by a nice justification, she stands up. It´s when I eventually apply but an apparently senseless rule or punishment that translates the meaning of that misbehaving. And some things she only learns from life. I told her a zillion times no to touch the karaoke mic with her mouth when singing. I had to remember her every single time with every single mic she had in hands. I told ver about the electrical shock hazard, I told her it's gross and has microbes that will make her sick, I told her she could stumble and hurt her teeth, I explain all the possible real reasons why I didn't want her to have that behaviour. It never worked, until the day she really got shocked. Not a dangerous one, not worse than anything you could get by drooling over an electric mic, but, you know, bad enough for scaring a little girls who still starts crying before taking the medicine.

And I never say "I told you.". I just look at her and I know she knows. She's very smart, but stubborn as a Calvin. I read the comics, I learnt a few lessons from it. And I have a good memory. Believe me, my mom was also right a bunch of times when I was 5. And I only believed her because I messed up at some point, mostly exactly where she warned me I would. Too late to fix a mess she had already foreseen.

Some girls today may choose not to take this responsability and I completely respect that, but still she's not excused of recognizing that my being a good daughter.  Kids turn into good adults when you respect their childhood when establishing a communication. But it's a concept I hardly see applied: adults mostly underestimate the intelligence of their kids because of the different form they interact through life. The things they priorize. It mostly has an origin, a logic that you can observate and communicate at the same level, but it takes some time to analize. Some patience and love. And it's sure easier to get if you don't have to waste time solving corporative problems that doesn't concern you personally. This is not worthy having more time to study a language with your preschool kid, just for fun.

A kid that has a mom at home all the time is also privileged in our generation. I am pretty sure it contributes for the kid's development. It can also bring some collateral effects, such as a big influence on the kid's musical taste. Sometimes it's actually more fitting to call it collateral effects. I must confess I feel great when my daughter makes fun of her friends who like Michel Teló. Of course I support diversity, but come on, Michel Teló.!? You wouldn't like your kid to be into this shit either, unless you're the kind of person that really swallows everything media shoves you, and in this case there are worse things to worry about than your music taste.

Damn, I miss watching a cartoon and just have a few laughs instead of drinking wine and start to thinking too much. I definitely wouldn't be drinking if my daughter wasn't out for vacations with her father, but we would sure be watching that cartoon instead of thinking and typing at the same time, straight on the blogger pannel. I'll now press the publishing bottom without reviewing it...

..and this will be my last drunk contribution for this blog on this year of 2012.

Happy New Year!

Retrospecting...

So, while everyone was waiting to this world to end, 2012 brought me a brand new life for a brand new me. This year I laughed more than I cried, I learnt more than I suffered and I got more than I lost. One year ago, I would had never believed if someone had told me so. For this I relied on some old time friends, and made new ones who really spiced up my life. All crazy, all great.  I´m grateful.
The biggest lesson of all? That life sure isn't always the way we plan it.

Sometimes it can be better.

Best bumperstick today

'tevah..

It's over. The saddest Christmas I remember. In fact, it didn't even seemed like Christmas, anyway. Not that I only had lived trough happy and cheerful times on holidays, but usually this date would made some difference in my life. I remember to be happy, to be angry, to be hopeful or anguished. This year, I felt nothing but the clear impression that afterall, Christmas meant nothing to me. As I definitely meant nothing to anyone else's Christmas.

 I'm taking this risk of opening up too much here. I dunno who you readers are, I have a lot of visitors but hardly any comments, what was to expect by the time I started writing all that naughty stuff that mostly never ever happened. I'm not the gorgeous bitch full of self confidence I think that hooks up with your expectations: I'm not blessed or meant to something special: I just write my story this way, so I can forget for a while that I'm just a shy girl who feels bit misplaced in this world. I wanted to write a fairytale, but market is demanding porn. Seems legit. Why frustrate people with happy endings when we can be satisfied for the moment..?

Loneliness kinda turn me into an app in this past year, when it seems most of my moments were lived through some social media. Is my life that unreachable or I don't have a life at all? And maybe when you're getting aroused reading my sexual adventures with a lustful lover, you won't notice that I'm talking about someone I love so much that whenever we're only hold hands I'm already infinitely more fulfilled than when imagining any of the craziest stories I publish here. Maybe the more I think I'm showing, the more I'm actually hiding.Can't blame you for not seeing me, but I'm real. I keep breathing when I get offline. I take showers, I taste food, I drool when I sleep and mostly wake up with a real messy hair. I ride buses, I discuss archeology, I burn my fingers when ironing a shirt, I scare pigeons in market squares and I really have no sense of fashion.

In fact these sex stories are quite the opposite of everything I really wanted to be able to talk about, because when I'm living I have no time to waste on shallow tales to amuse others: I'm too busy being happy.

It seems I have been having plenty of free time now.

Kelly Wells

...I might want to remember this name , later.

Randomness of the day...

"In fact I am a whore, but a very picky one. And I never get paid for the sex. In fact sometimes I invest a lot of money on it, not counting make up and clothing... Well, in fact I think I am the client."

Waiting for Santa...

Of course I would do it. Just for the fun that I said I would.

I took a long bath with scented bubbles, red rose petals, rare salts and special herbs, surrounded by instrumental sexy metal and having a fine glass of champagne. Nothing as fancy as you might probably imagine, but confortable enough to let my own imagination wander.
I dried my body with the softest black towels, put on the best bedwear, the perfect matching colors. Everything as tidy as it should, to make it perfect.

Remember that "Bonded by Love" story when I said I was wearing a new nighty and got ripped away? Well, after that I had to buy a new "for the occasion" sleeping apparels, and I had chosen a baby pink underwear, full of laces, a real dish. Something Baby Spice would wear in your wettest dreams.- yeah, I'm "Spice Girls" old.

I decided tonight would be the occasion. Then put my hair in a ponytail, some make up on - not to make me look younger, but actually to make believe I'm trying to look older. If Santa really had a thing for little girls, he would feast on my body tonight - with a clear conscience, since I'm aged enough to fake being sixteen. And believe me: when I was actually sixteen, no one would want to see me wearing a sexy baby doll. I had other interests, anyway...


So, by midnight there I was. I heard the churches bells and the firecrackers all over the city. People shouting "Merry Christmas!" from their two million dollars apartments, or from the streets where they live as beggars, as robbers, as ghosts. I can hear everybody out there. Here, I don't say a word, for there is noone to listen. I had called my family earlier and said I'd probably be sleeping by midnight, and didn't care for the time, as long as I could say I love them. Why not? If Chritsmas is a day like everyday, its also a great opportunity to saying this to the people you do love. Love is not an offense you should hold back, instead is something you'd want to share...everybody likes to feel loved. =) . Tonight I chose to be alone. I have no idea why. It's not sad or depressing as whole, but it's boring as hell, so I had to keep myself interested. I was free to do any kind of crazy stuff I'd like to.
And I kinda chose to rape Santa under the christmas tree by the chimney. I had thought about that all and made some ambientation. I leaned myself on the sofa, drinking some wine, and I presume I passed out.
The fat old blue eyed guy from Finland never showed up, but still my dreams were interrupted by a glimpse of Red.

- Come on, I'll take you to bed.
- I was waiting for Santa..! - I struggled to wake.

- I can see that, you're dressed as the sluttiest cartoon character ever...
-And how does it suits me?
-Hot as a thousand hells...
-So, you think the old man would like it? 
-Santa is not coming. - he smiled - You've been a bad girl.
-How come..?- I flashed him my innocence eyes.
-Little girls should not be wearing this kind of nighties...specially when there are guests around. - he said, snapping my transparent thong.
-You're not my daddy to say what I should or not to wear...
-No, I'm your older kinky cousin - he laughed- and I'll tell you a story about Santa if you sit on my lap...- He sit on the armchair and put me on his lap, letting his hand upon my leg. "What would you ask Santa if you had been a good girl this year?" - He was moving his fingers through my thighs.
- World peace! - I blinked.
-Too bad, this whole world will be damned just because you misbehaved...
-I always knew I was up to something big.
- You definitely are...- he placed my hand on his hard-on that was showing. I didn't remember paying attention before to the sight of his cock growing under his pants. It was really tempting to reach, but I couldn't. So, when he drove my hand to his hot stuff, I didn't try to take it off, I was actually enjoying. I wanted to explore it, but was feeling terribly shy. What if I squeezed it too much? What if didn't know how to handle it?

Meanwhile, his hands were moving up to in between my legs. I was feeling his fingers tangling on my g-string thong. By then I knew that if I really had to stop him, I'd be in big trouble, for I sure wouldn't want to. The soft way he was moving forward -  cautiously, as if ready to a sudden stop - was totally irresistable. I was so obviously dripping wet. And he was so about to find it out with his own fingertips. With the first moisted contact my heart started beating faster.

-You're so wet... - He said. I was shaky, trying to control the feelings for not to jump on him, rip his pants out and fucking him to death. I had my hand paralized on his cock. - You wanna see how big it is? - He unbottoned his jeans and put his dick out. It wasn't the first time I was seeing that, but somehow, felt like it was. And he has a beautiful, tasty cock. Even if it was really the first time I was face to face to one of those, I am pretty sure my instinct would also be saying the same thing : "Sit on it and ride it until you feel your pussy is on fire..."

He could guess my lustful thoughts for he was feeling my pussy throbbing at his fingertips. I wanted him to finger me but I wouldn't dare to ask. He held me tight to his body and kissed me softly on my cheeks, I could stop looking at his cock that by that time I was already caressing. " Go on...it's like a lollipop. Like ice cream, but hotter."

 I grabbed him with both hands, stroking him carefully, licking its head. As an ice cream, just that it wasn't melting, instead getting harder on my hands. I was each time getting it bit deeper into my mouth.

-Do you want to feel it inside your pussy?

-I'm afraid...

-It won't hurt, you see... - he started pulling one finger inside me. Slowly in and slowly out. - You're not actually a virgin - he smiled at me, sneaking out of the acting context. I sucked him as he was gently impaling me with his long fingers. Definitely, no innocent girl would submit to that scene. "You are a bad girl" - he slapped my butts. "And this is what you'll get for X'mas" - he gently pulled my head to his cock, and then took it off my mouth. "I want you to sit on my cock with your pussy..."

I embraced him face to face, grabbed his cock and started dipping its head on my cunt. Inch by inch, looking straight into his eyes. I was so focused on the senses, the feelings, that I ended up loosing balance and his hard-on almost ripped me at once. We both moaned, he embraced me tight and started banging my pussy. 

"Good girl".

-You just said I was a bad one..!

-Yes, and for this you got spanked, but now you're making me very happy...I'm not santa but I have a gift for you...

He held me closer and filled in my pussy. I came two seconds after him and the shocks made me spit out all his load in a squirt. All that energy exploded, leaving me exhausted. We just stayed there, wasted on each others arms, and later he'd finally carry me to bed.

Like a child.

Still I didn't learn...

Tonight I'm feeling indecent. Bit amused, bit jealous and full of an urge of having you the dirtiest way. I need to be on top and below you, to smell your skin and taste your lips so thirsty of mine. Damn me for loving you this much, damn this body that craves for your touch. I let my mind wander a bit and in a moment I'm crawling upon you, smacking your face with my hair that you now feel caressing down your body. You feel my tongue swirling around the tip your cock, my hard nipples rubbing against your thighs, I have my both hands and my mouth working on you. But you're a strong guy, you can grab my hips and turn me around, pulling aside my lacey g-string panties. I have your tongue fucking me while your hands madly squeeze and spread my ass. Hold me closer, pull me down: fulfill my throat with your dick and feel my wet lips touching your balls. I wanna moan as you abuse me, I'll sob while you spank me, and scream your name out loud when you first bang me deep. Feed me with your hot load in every hole and give me that looks that makes me feel like a goddess being fucked by an angel.

Maybe you're fallen and I'm just a tramp.

But who cares..?

Porn review

Just watched a porn flick with really great sex. The movie itself has no plot, the actors are not more than "okay" looks, but the guy had a big dick and the girl's pussy and tits were nice looking too. It's called "Baby face needs a dick" on redtube (I'm not going to link that here, I'm sorry). The only mistake, as always, is that we can clearly see that the girl is not wet enough.They could had use more lube or something to fake it better, at least. But the fuck positions and the camera angles are sure great.

Now I'm finishing my bottle of wine, go to bed, spread my legs and call Mr. Red out of my dreams to suck me until I cum in his mouth and fall asleep thereafter...

We're still here..!

So, the world didn't end. Damn it. I had already chosen the outfit for the occasion. It really amused me the real concern some people had about some kind of apocalypse scheduled for yesterday. The Mayan calendar was over, so what? Doesn't our own calendar ends every december,31th? Poor Mayans, I just imagine if they ever knew they wouldn't live to see this moment. I bet it would be pretty special to them. Their apocalypse came earlier, afterall. And I'm pretty sure ours will also come someday, not by a catastrophy, but by mankind itself.

We're already living days of absurd values, when it's pretty normal and acceptable that you spend most of your time away from your own life, dedicating to a job that has nothing to do with your primary needs, and submitting our real life priorities to it. Even to go to the doctor, for example, I must excuse myself to my boss. I only go out to play with my daughter or visit my elderly grandma that won't be on this earth for much longer, when I am not working- it would seem almost absurd to skip a day at the office just to live a little. This is wrong, this is so not human. Okay: I have a job, and I actually like it, for since I have to make some money, I'm glad I'm doing it by selling my "talent" to people I like to be with, in a healthy environment.


 What takes me to the office everyday though, is either ambition or surrender: I have some targets, dreams I need money to achieve, and this job is nothing but a mean. And let's not discuss here how privileged I am for not depending on this or any job to survive, for that's precisely what I'm talking about: a lot of people is not working only for survival, not even to specific objectives, but for supporting unecessary luxury and status, while their actual lives await outside their meeting rooms and offline of the video conferences. And life, my dearest, does not get stuck in traffic. It passes, and before you even realize, your kids will be all grown up, you'll be old and rotting and your princess will be gone, maybe insane about her looks that fade, obsessed with plastic surgery and miraculous cosmetic, spending rivers of money in an useless attempt to be forever young, since there is no place in this society to the wrinkles of wisdom.

"To live is the rarest thing nowadays. Most people only exist." 

I can't just pass by. I prefere to think I came to this world to make it count. Not to impress others, but to get a great impression of this life. By the time I last close my eyes I want to be sure I laughed all I could laugh, cried everytime I needed to, tasted all the flavours I wanted to try, teached all I could offer and learnt all the lessons with my heart wide open as I keep it.

And that's why I love so shamelessly.