Labour day, lazy ass

Ok, I wont stay here whining about the lost holiday. Instead I´ll focus on what I should be doing, but only after sharing a few thoughts on May 1st: it´s Labour Day, but nobody seems to work. We all go get drunk at barbecues or out to the beach with the family (even though it´s so fucking cold that I don´t even want to think about wearing a bikini).
Besides, the Labour Day is actually the anniversary of the death of dozens of workers on a confront with the police. Cool, huh? So that´s what we´re doing: celebrating labour by getting wasted on the day real workers got killed.

I love mankind. It´s so delightfully ironic♥

The fucking story of my life

And all I wanted was to live like an 80´s movie.

Back to the old style



Okay: this was getting way too sweet and boring, and truly, I don´t want you ghostly readers to think this will soon turn into a damn teenage-girlie blog. I´d kill myself before it. So I better find something nasty to complain about instead of sharing my innermost feelings with the world. Even because I know you naughty guys are only interested about my sex adventures with my imaginary friend, and to keep these running as it should I can´t call him all the time, or else that´s what you get: imaginary love stories. Not my fault: he´s just too perfect not to fall in love with. And just too imaginary for me not to be afraid of it.

So maybe from now on I´ll stuck to my dildo in case of emergency, for at least a week. It´s concrete, it´s guaranteed and there´s no danger of me falling for him, since it´s also so fast we don´t even have time to engage on a dialogue.

4:20 in the morning. In less than 5 minutes I´ll cum and fall asleep.

Why the fuck do you have to be so sexy..?

I know I should respect you more, for you´re truly an incredible person.
But why you had to be born so hot that I melt just in seeing you..?
I love you from inside...your outside teases me. Cherish the angel, fuck the devil, you´re best of both worlds colliding with me. Take me, rape me, play me.

You know the melodies, I´ll write the lyrics.

She tried

Before the day ends

Saturday night is just beginning for those who have a life. I have a job, so when everybody else is dreaming about marrying the night, I´m getting ready to get in bed with nothing or no one else than my satin sheets.

-You know there´s a lot of stuff happening out there that you´d enjoy taking part...
-Knowing this won´t pay my bills or make me feel any better.
-Maybe this will do, then.

He came and kissed me gently. Smiled - and melted my heart. Another kiss, deeper, wetter, I felt my body starting to get aroused, my hands getting tense on his back, but he still held me tenderly. Slowly we moved together as if we were dancing. I almost didn´t notice he was undressing me, and have no idea how he got undressed too, without ever stop kissing me. He laid me down, whispering  the words of a song I know well. His voice was a caress itself and every breath was a step foward to paradise. I was totally surrendered to the point I felt something really different when he came into me. Not that anxiety I always felt, nor that urgency in having our sweaty bodies together, and sure not that tremendous feeling when they suddenly get apart after an overwhelming orgasm. It all happened as if the whole world stood still just for that moment. All I could hear was his voice and the soft sound of the rain outside.


I opened my eyes and he was looking at me. I felt a tear rolling down, I don´t even know why. My body was satisfied, but my heart was even more fulfilled. I felt warm inside as if praying for that moment to never end...

No matter how much sex we have, making love always feels like the first time.

Life sucks, my friend..!

Truly it kinda disgusts me when I see an ugly, poor and bit megalomanic guy facebooking about how women should look, behave, wear and think to deserve to be admired by him.
You have the right to think that girls nowadays might be too vulgar, fake or shallow. You don´t want to lower your standards, that´s okay.
Just don´t expect the lousy women you know to do the same and end up involved with a guy like you.

So intelligent, romantic, faithful...and butt ugly as hell.

Open smoke

So yesterday was truly lame. I had a ton of things to do and not a single one worked out. Well, actually ONE did, after I insist a lot and that almost cost my sanity: got the last settlements for my Lonelymoon done, now it´s only a matter of waiting.

Then, after this whole fucked up day I went to the tobacco shop, bought two of my favourite cigars, cigarettes, aromatics for the narghile and went home in order to try to blow my lungs off. In despite of all the efforts I couldn´t even get a sore throat, but my head wasn´t working at all, and I´ll blame it on my poisonous narghile. I´m actually glad I didn´t have the brilliant idea of coming here to post something. It could hurt even the ones who are already getting used to my complete lack of finesse. And I´m glad I didn´t drink either. Let´s just put things like this: when I´m in that kind of mood and have a drink, there´s a 88% chance of me turning into actions, phone calls or publishings a lot of stupid things that yesterday I was only thinking and laughing about. I´m not that kind of person that drinks alone in silence. I´m an out loud drunk.


Up to noisy embarassments.

What´s the point of tagging?

Sarcasmirony #1

Blogger inspirations

When I was searching for an image to illustrate the last post, he came to me and asked what the hell was I blogging about. I said it was an article on men´s estethics about nail care.

-What..? You´re such a dirty perv, you know...?- he blushed.
-You only say so because your hands are beautiful...the kind I´d allow to do me right now.

 I let go on the keyboards to hold his hands against my lips, sucking his fingers, keeping the eye contact. I love that expression: the blushing boy is loosing control. So am I.



Oh, yes....they do it better.

Fingering tips

Ok, guys, we know you don´t pay as much attention to your hands as we girls do, especially when it comes to the nails. I even know a few guys who actually give a damn about it : they clean, sand, even polish their nails. Never got to date any of them, though. Actually my ex used to bite his nails and that always made me crazy, for his fingertips were always rough and sometimes with some pointed corners that sure aren´t fun when it touches some very delicate and sensitive areas. Besides, that tiny, bitten, helmet-like nails sure don´t look sexy.

So, we appreciate if you take a good look at your hands and take a moment to considerate if they deserve to be laid anywhere before you try to get them into anyone you´re getting laid with.

 

That´s what one would call "sign language".

Stand up and shine!

I dunno...why am I ?

Gone hamalking.

The perfect porn

         I must say that I´ve been having a lot of trouble finding real good porn online. Of course I won´t pay for it, because there´s just too much people that would do that for fun, I truly don´t encourage people to do this for money. I mean, it´s okay to be a fucking exhibitionist, but money always ruins up what could be just a way of living of somehow.  Well, i´m not getting into this philosophy now, because I´m not in the mood for philosophy, I´m up for some porn.
         And since I couldn´t find anything really worth watching, I started to think how would a perfect porn be. I´ve seen a few great ones like Zazel, The Scent Of Love, but mostly they are poor-looking, bad plotted (when there´s a plot at all) or just boring.

        I´d make it a kind of romantic comedy somehow. I like love stories of people that have fun together - even when they disagree or fight. Could be a young couple discussing their fantasies, for example. This would give a perfect excuse for a clever dialogue and some excellent menáge scenes. They start the movie having an aftersex talking about fantasies and he´s ashamed to tell her he wanted to do with another girl.

       Scene: The girls start making out and he gets there watching. The wife makes the other girl as slave for her and her husband. After everybody is happy the husband kisses his wife and then tries to kiss the other girl and the scene ends up in a fight. Yes, this would totally break the mood, but wait...

      Another piece of conversation and the wife decides they should have a menage with another guy.

      Scene: The wife is somewhere fancy, dressed to kill, as a very rich and handsome guy approaches her, starts filrting and they both end up having some wild sex outdoors. A young man is watching the scene, and somehow he gets to join that. You can put it double and everything- the girl must act like a real slut. Note: none of the actors shall be the one who plays husband, for the scene will end with his indagation: "Wait a minute, where was I in this story?". And she would say that´s just too nasty thing to do with her husband...
       This could lead to another funny piece of "sex things we love our mates too much to try with them". This is the biggest relationship hypocrisy ever. Marriages are made of friendship and partnership even when it comes to sex, and must be one of the top things they like to explore together. If you can´t do, at least share your fantasies. It´s healthy, fun and nice....even when hard to judge.
      Of course my movie would end up with the nastiest, dirtiest, sexier girl-guy porn scene ever. I don´t mind it will be a one hour take at least. The couple could even start from a real fight- sometimes great fights ends up in great sex too. And I want real movie editors, at least three cameras and the best photography ever seen in a X-rated production. Watch and learn...

         And it would all end up in a love kiss.

And, truly...

...no one should name their daughter "Stiffany".

It´s offcial

I´m INSANE.

Magnet Man Stage

All the days will always bring the nights
All the ways our love will bring the lights
Smile and say you´ll be forever mine
Make me yours, a heartstar to shine
We walk alone on Earth
Together we can fly
We found a heaven here
Reach out and touch the sky
There´s nothing to be feared
We're going higher heights
Everything´s wonderful when you are near...
Should I dare to take the leap of faith
Dare to bet way more than I can pay?
Should I dare to trust in you..?

Light my fire

Only I know how much I fought against it. But there I was again, dressed in lace and silk, only one thought in my mind. I could almost hear his voice.

"You´re astonishing, my dear..!"

I closed my eyes, trying not to cry. He approached and touched my shoulders, as real as it can be.

"Go away."
"You don´t want me to leave."
"I need to."

He slided his hand through the side of my body, hugging my waist and slowly leaning his head to my shoulders. I went a step foward, freeing myself from the embrace. Didn´t turn my head, didn´t look at the mirror reflex. I didnt have to look anywhere to see his eyes. Never had.

"What´s wrong?"

I was. Desperately clinging to his lips I accepted the kiss and everything that came next. If regrets are to everybody, I´d have my share to mourn the rest of my life, but not that night. All I wanted was to get lost in his eyes, his skin, his touch, get all fucking torn apart by the huge sexual power he has over me. I could feel it against my thighs, my tights, my gosh..!

-Ma´am? Is everything fine in there? - the saleswoman asked from outside the dressing room.Reality calls.

"I´ll be out in a minute!"
"Did you like the nightgown? I can show you some other models."
"This one is fine, I´ll take it."

Mr. Red was gone. And left me wet, as always.

Who says there´s no EPIC FAIL?

Just because everybody is talking about it and I´ve been asked a few hundred times about my opinion on the Metal Open Air festival, here it goes: shit happens.
I consider myself an old school headbanger and I´ve been to shittier festivals all over, that in despite of all structural problems were kickass episodes, for we were up to anything as long as we could just dig the thrill of seeing and listening great live music. Nobody is expecting five-stars comfort, but when you fuck up with the music, that´s when we draw out the line.

 I´ve heard before that Brazil has the wildest audience and the lousiest organization of its great heavy metal scenario. A shame for a country that has given birth of such great bands as Sepultura and Claustrophobia. Hope soon the producers can make up with both the bands and their fans by giving Latin America a metal festival worth the greatness of the country.

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