usually I was always more going for older ones. at least some years, cool with about 10 years and even up to 20 years older than me.
i can't take someone of the same age or even yonger than me seriously. neither in a relationship, nor in bed.
well, perhaps in bed for one night.
some day, pretty drunk at a festival there was this guy trying to hit on me. he was available and hot, so i was fine with that. he told me his age, quite a few years younger. didn't care. after the bj he showed me his id. humm. indeed 10 years younger. too late.
then there was this other guy. i really liked his dogs. and other things about him. met him again. strange circumstances. but he could do things I wouldn't have expected of an 21 year old blondie. maybe i was more reluctant with him because he was a friend of hannah's little brother who caught us one time smooching. how embarrassing.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Usually one is enough
there were these two hotties I hooked up with.
one was disappointing. so I just kept Meeting the other one. however, I guess he thought I always Need 2 men. everytime we met another friend was with him, we went to friend or he showed me pics of a friend whom we might call to come around.
but usually he was enough.
one was disappointing. so I just kept Meeting the other one. however, I guess he thought I always Need 2 men. everytime we met another friend was with him, we went to friend or he showed me pics of a friend whom we might call to come around.
but usually he was enough.
Friday, August 9, 2013
"tell me what you wanna hear"
even if it's the opposite of what you think.
do it.
tell 'em what they wanna hear, even if you have to ask for it.
sex will be the best.
no matter if it's that you really like them or if you just wanna have fun.
men are that easy.
they wanna be affirmed.
"wow, really? awesome!"
easy.
do it.
tell 'em what they wanna hear, even if you have to ask for it.
sex will be the best.
no matter if it's that you really like them or if you just wanna have fun.
men are that easy.
they wanna be affirmed.
"wow, really? awesome!"
easy.
can't take my mind off of you
I really couldn't.
from the first Moment we met I was fascinated by him. he was so calm and balanced. I hadn't known before that that turned me on.
after an ONS we ran across each other the following weeks. that confused me.
we started an affair. his tranquil look into my eyes. I wanted more.
some day we were a couple, but still each of us lived his or her own life.
somehow he used me and somehow I used him.
he was so different to all my other ex boyfriends.
I yearned for him. the relationship turned into an affair again. and I was fine with that.
several friends told me I shouldn't meet him any more because he was just sponging on me. I didn't believe 'em. so I kept Meeting him - and just didn't tell them. however, I'm still not pretty sure if he took Advantage of me and my fascination for him. but if he did so, he didn't do it on purpose.
we never had a Dispute. the only time we really argued was about being vegan resp. vegetarian which the whole world better.
we lost sight of each other as we went along.
but every time we met occassionally the fascination came back. now on both sides.
most Encounters ended in bed again.
several years after that (we haven't bumped into each other for at least a year this time) I was about to break up with my current boyfriend tim. so I couldn't resist. as usual. I'm not proud about that. but it made me feel better that time.
but soon fascination faded. he was too much into me and too fragile. different to the Independent, amazing man I admired. cured.
from the first Moment we met I was fascinated by him. he was so calm and balanced. I hadn't known before that that turned me on.
after an ONS we ran across each other the following weeks. that confused me.
we started an affair. his tranquil look into my eyes. I wanted more.
some day we were a couple, but still each of us lived his or her own life.
somehow he used me and somehow I used him.
he was so different to all my other ex boyfriends.
I yearned for him. the relationship turned into an affair again. and I was fine with that.
several friends told me I shouldn't meet him any more because he was just sponging on me. I didn't believe 'em. so I kept Meeting him - and just didn't tell them. however, I'm still not pretty sure if he took Advantage of me and my fascination for him. but if he did so, he didn't do it on purpose.
we never had a Dispute. the only time we really argued was about being vegan resp. vegetarian which the whole world better.
we lost sight of each other as we went along.
but every time we met occassionally the fascination came back. now on both sides.
most Encounters ended in bed again.
several years after that (we haven't bumped into each other for at least a year this time) I was about to break up with my current boyfriend tim. so I couldn't resist. as usual. I'm not proud about that. but it made me feel better that time.
but soon fascination faded. he was too much into me and too fragile. different to the Independent, amazing man I admired. cured.
that moment
Meeting an ex at a Club, talking, then there's that petty guy you broke up with the day before and you're Standing there - one on the left and one on the right - both want to talk to you, but you can't have a conversation with both of them at the same time (maybe because you've met your ex who hasn't been your ex already while you've been on your first date with the other one.)
so I stood there. one on the left. the other one on the right. the wall behind me.
and then that Moment.
that Moment another ex passes and you're surrounded by 3 exes and a wall.
please, why can't the wall be a new guy rescueing me from the 3 I don't want.
so I stood there. one on the left. the other one on the right. the wall behind me.
and then that Moment.
that Moment another ex passes and you're surrounded by 3 exes and a wall.
please, why can't the wall be a new guy rescueing me from the 3 I don't want.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
I taught your boyfriend that thing you like
and I'm proud of it.
so you have to thank me.
you're welcome.
so you have to thank me.
you're welcome.
inaugurating the piercing
well, the day after my best friend and me got pierced was a friends' concert followed by a big Party.
because we knew her ex-Lover would appear we started drinking earlier than usually. at about 6pm we met and did our best.
at the dirtiest chucks contest a friend of mine Hannah won a band Shirt where everybody had to sign. i was jealous. so everybode had to sign my naked back (luckily I was wearing a backless top).
many hours of fun later we ended up in a fucked-up Club i still like.
my best friend's boyfriend had 2 visitors that Weekend. two guys. I'd hooked up with one of them (jon) already. so the other one was reserved for me whilst jon should be another friend's (cindy's) pleasure. however, cindy's left without us knowing about it.
so the 2 of them were both left for me. fine.
i took them home with me and was my first threesome.
just a few days before we've talked about the perfect constellation for a threesome and didn't think about that one (i still prefer it). you're single and so are the two dicks you're using.
my bed broke that night. and in the morning when I chffeured them back to their friend they were quite embarrassed having seen each other naked and in Action.
they denied the night afterwards and told the others that they've been to an afterhour bar and then somewhere for breakfast. all right.
because we knew her ex-Lover would appear we started drinking earlier than usually. at about 6pm we met and did our best.
at the dirtiest chucks contest a friend of mine Hannah won a band Shirt where everybody had to sign. i was jealous. so everybode had to sign my naked back (luckily I was wearing a backless top).
many hours of fun later we ended up in a fucked-up Club i still like.
my best friend's boyfriend had 2 visitors that Weekend. two guys. I'd hooked up with one of them (jon) already. so the other one was reserved for me whilst jon should be another friend's (cindy's) pleasure. however, cindy's left without us knowing about it.
so the 2 of them were both left for me. fine.
i took them home with me and was my first threesome.
just a few days before we've talked about the perfect constellation for a threesome and didn't think about that one (i still prefer it). you're single and so are the two dicks you're using.
my bed broke that night. and in the morning when I chffeured them back to their friend they were quite embarrassed having seen each other naked and in Action.
they denied the night afterwards and told the others that they've been to an afterhour bar and then somewhere for breakfast. all right.
dumm fickt gut
it's a German proverb meaning that dumb People really know how to fuck.
sometimes I have to agree.
spending his last Money for wallpaint and then complaining about hunger is just dumb.
It was hard to spend any more Minute with him before and after sex... when he opened his mouth he just should have always gone down on me. unfortunately, he sometimes started to talk.
things like "why can't we meet one day without having sex?!" I tried it. once.
after that Meeting I never called him again.
sometimes I have to agree.
spending his last Money for wallpaint and then complaining about hunger is just dumb.
It was hard to spend any more Minute with him before and after sex... when he opened his mouth he just should have always gone down on me. unfortunately, he sometimes started to talk.
things like "why can't we meet one day without having sex?!" I tried it. once.
after that Meeting I never called him again.
getting pierced
My best friend and me decided to get a genital piercing. we were drunk then. but sober again we still thought about it as a great idea.
the doctor we went to was awesome. she asked us if we had taken any drugs during the last 24 h. when we negated she excused and explained that her son has always done drugs and once called her and her husband (who was also a doctor) when they had a bad trip because of some Magic mushrooms... they didn't do anything - calm dow´n or go to the Hospital.
the piercing didn't really hurt, no Problems.
afterwards she told us to use condoms for the next 4 weeks so that we don't get any infection. "I don't know how you behave, but my son always had another Girl every Weekend. she even mixed up their names during their presence to what the son replied with a kick in her shin.
i liked him immediately without knowing him face-to-face.
about 2 or 3 years later I met him and was dissappointed. good-looking, but with a Long-term girlfriend and their Baby. boring.
"I know your mom." he didn't want to hear that.
by the way the girlfriend was my boyfriend's sister then. definitely not good in the sack. the boyfriend, not the girlfriend. so ours hasn't been a Long-term relationship obviously.
the doctor we went to was awesome. she asked us if we had taken any drugs during the last 24 h. when we negated she excused and explained that her son has always done drugs and once called her and her husband (who was also a doctor) when they had a bad trip because of some Magic mushrooms... they didn't do anything - calm dow´n or go to the Hospital.
the piercing didn't really hurt, no Problems.
afterwards she told us to use condoms for the next 4 weeks so that we don't get any infection. "I don't know how you behave, but my son always had another Girl every Weekend. she even mixed up their names during their presence to what the son replied with a kick in her shin.
i liked him immediately without knowing him face-to-face.
about 2 or 3 years later I met him and was dissappointed. good-looking, but with a Long-term girlfriend and their Baby. boring.
"I know your mom." he didn't want to hear that.
by the way the girlfriend was my boyfriend's sister then. definitely not good in the sack. the boyfriend, not the girlfriend. so ours hasn't been a Long-term relationship obviously.
that buddy
many years ago I met that guy (I call him sam now) in my fav bar. we laughed, drank, had fun together. it turned out that we were in tune with each other. found an awesome Soul mate without any serious puposes. he told me about his past in jail and things even his best friends didn't know. so did I (without the jail where I haven't been yet).
just awesome. the sex was the same. awesome.
but on the way to his appartment he had to call his brother to get out of his room where he had been Video playing all night long. so when we arrived I just saw some shadow in the other room calling out hi.
we repeated these random Meetings after going out.
somehow it became complicated.
so big Drama. drunk of course, so pretty shitty Drama.
well I ended up going home with him - just to sleep. lying there next to each other we made peace and started kissing each other. in that very Moment his sister opened the door and looked in. "get the hell out of here!" and we started to get down.
many months later there was this guy sitting next to me at the bar. always giving me a smirk as if we knew each other. couldn't remember. after talking to him about half an hour I found out he was sam's brother. the one I didn't really see in that first night. don't know how he recognized me. cameras in the bedroom? no...
just awesome. the sex was the same. awesome.
but on the way to his appartment he had to call his brother to get out of his room where he had been Video playing all night long. so when we arrived I just saw some shadow in the other room calling out hi.
we repeated these random Meetings after going out.
somehow it became complicated.
so big Drama. drunk of course, so pretty shitty Drama.
well I ended up going home with him - just to sleep. lying there next to each other we made peace and started kissing each other. in that very Moment his sister opened the door and looked in. "get the hell out of here!" and we started to get down.
many months later there was this guy sitting next to me at the bar. always giving me a smirk as if we knew each other. couldn't remember. after talking to him about half an hour I found out he was sam's brother. the one I didn't really see in that first night. don't know how he recognized me. cameras in the bedroom? no...
in tunisia
if you're single and want much fun (i mean sex) in your Holidays, go to tunisia.
enjoy it and ensure you take enough condoms with you. by the way, there's a City in France called condom. i think it's funny to live in a preservative.
you'll need all of them within a short time. yes, arabian sex is different.
but don't make the mistake to stay with one guy. it's Holiday! so enjoy everything/-Body you want to. even if you end up being called a bitch in the open street. if you're lucky you r flight back home is on the next day.
and please don't waste your time with other tourists... they won't try as hard.
but please try to manage more than one or two Dates on one evening... helpful strategies to flee, if you meet another (and you will! bush telegraph...): sham being unconscious, pretend to be someone else, fake drunkenness or just ignore and Party yourself.
one evening we were out with some hotties, but I had a date later, so they managed a taxi for me with 3 other arabs I didn't know. everyone going somewhere else. Arabesque Music. no seat belt. my man, the beer man (I called him like that because he worked at the beach bar and I always Need beer there) didn't come. the next day I learnt that he thought we meet an hour later. so I stood there waiting in front of the Hotel. not amusing. our friend wanted to pick me up when I called. didn't want to call 5 min after leaving because I've told them that I wanna meet some Italian girlies from our Hotel who were leaving that night. so I decided to spend an hour at the Hotel bar. on the way I met another guy I knew. Of course I didn't go to the bar then. after that hour I called the other one to fetch me. then we went to his cousin's Party. he was 4 years old and it was his circumcision.
oh, one more advice: there are cameras on the beach. at night. everywhere.
I just heard about that afterwards.
enjoy it and ensure you take enough condoms with you. by the way, there's a City in France called condom. i think it's funny to live in a preservative.
you'll need all of them within a short time. yes, arabian sex is different.
but don't make the mistake to stay with one guy. it's Holiday! so enjoy everything/-Body you want to. even if you end up being called a bitch in the open street. if you're lucky you r flight back home is on the next day.
and please don't waste your time with other tourists... they won't try as hard.
but please try to manage more than one or two Dates on one evening... helpful strategies to flee, if you meet another (and you will! bush telegraph...): sham being unconscious, pretend to be someone else, fake drunkenness or just ignore and Party yourself.
one evening we were out with some hotties, but I had a date later, so they managed a taxi for me with 3 other arabs I didn't know. everyone going somewhere else. Arabesque Music. no seat belt. my man, the beer man (I called him like that because he worked at the beach bar and I always Need beer there) didn't come. the next day I learnt that he thought we meet an hour later. so I stood there waiting in front of the Hotel. not amusing. our friend wanted to pick me up when I called. didn't want to call 5 min after leaving because I've told them that I wanna meet some Italian girlies from our Hotel who were leaving that night. so I decided to spend an hour at the Hotel bar. on the way I met another guy I knew. Of course I didn't go to the bar then. after that hour I called the other one to fetch me. then we went to his cousin's Party. he was 4 years old and it was his circumcision.
oh, one more advice: there are cameras on the beach. at night. everywhere.
I just heard about that afterwards.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
you owe me a fuck
this time my friend karen visited me to go out together. after a great burger dinner (only for me, she's vegan... no comment needed) we went through some bars and finally ended up in front of a small club I've been to before. it has just opened about 10 min ago so the whole crew was hanging around outside. I asked if anything's going inside already when they were just laughing and we would be the first.
so I started to negotiate. then what do we get if we go in? a fuck, was one guy's answer and atm he was the others' hero for being so cool and everybody laughed, haha.
we went in because that was the only thing we were looking for.
after some lame drinks and a strange music compilation (the cheeky guy was the dj of course) the party hasn't really started and we got tired. before leaving we made a sinister plan.
i hate guys or in general people who feel cool and totally selfconfident among their posse and attack others in any way in order to distinguish themselves in front of their friends whilst they're so pretty poor and unsecure when lonely. barf.
so after my last gulp I headed to the dj and told him that he owes me a fuck. dazed by me direct words he wasn't even able to look into my eyes. "So what's your plan?" I confused him even more. "Eeerm... idk... I have to work now..." - "so what? first talking big and then chicken out?!" i loved it. stuttering. "ok, we'll do it my way. either I'll give you my number or we forget about it." still no glimpse into my eyes or even face. "well, yes, if you don't mind I have a girlfriend... I don't mind." fine. "so, get in touch with me"
I left him behind - totally distraught. karen and I could hardly hold back our laughter.
on our way to the next bar I got the first sms.
so I started to negotiate. then what do we get if we go in? a fuck, was one guy's answer and atm he was the others' hero for being so cool and everybody laughed, haha.
we went in because that was the only thing we were looking for.
after some lame drinks and a strange music compilation (the cheeky guy was the dj of course) the party hasn't really started and we got tired. before leaving we made a sinister plan.
i hate guys or in general people who feel cool and totally selfconfident among their posse and attack others in any way in order to distinguish themselves in front of their friends whilst they're so pretty poor and unsecure when lonely. barf.
so after my last gulp I headed to the dj and told him that he owes me a fuck. dazed by me direct words he wasn't even able to look into my eyes. "So what's your plan?" I confused him even more. "Eeerm... idk... I have to work now..." - "so what? first talking big and then chicken out?!" i loved it. stuttering. "ok, we'll do it my way. either I'll give you my number or we forget about it." still no glimpse into my eyes or even face. "well, yes, if you don't mind I have a girlfriend... I don't mind." fine. "so, get in touch with me"
I left him behind - totally distraught. karen and I could hardly hold back our laughter.
on our way to the next bar I got the first sms.
better end
diminutive:
went out with one decent guy, let me buy a drink by another hot one and went home with two still others - one sixpack and one tasty ass in the end.
went out with one decent guy, let me buy a drink by another hot one and went home with two still others - one sixpack and one tasty ass in the end.
let's call him Finn
I've already told you about that guy last time.
let's call him Finn.
the first time we met was about 3 years ago when i was out with my friend susan during happy hour. we joined him and some friends of him. chatted, had fun.
ah, guess it's important to mention that he kinda looks like david guetta. actually not the kind of man I freak out about. and definitely not the kind of music I freak out about.
If sb ever wants to annoy him, call him David.
That's how I call him talking with my friends about him.
so, finn was kinda funny and cute. during the next weeks and months we ran into each other from time to time - there are too less fucked-up bars for me and him.
nothing really happened except of flirting. on of my favourite sports.
then there was that big beer festival again I had been waiting for the whole year. wearing my dirndl, drinking beer, dancing and singing - and all that socially approved. I'm not talking about parties at night, we start before daylight. he joined us at about noon when all of us had already drunk 4 mass of beer (not radler, that's for pussies... having one doesn't equal being one). there was this friend of mine, pete, who's really nuts about susan. he tried to get off with her so hard while she was just playing with him because she knew she could have him easily. so finn and i were sitting next to them and couldn't watch that scene anymore. he just said "let's show them how to do it." and kissed me.
that's how we spent the rest of the day.
by the way pete and susan followed us about 1 minute later, so his plan worked. after that day they never talked to each other again. we did when we met, but that was all.
next year, next beerf fest. I had a terrible fight with one of my best friends bibi, can't remember what about... probably nothing. so I run out of the tent screaming at her. next thing I know is calling and messaging him in memory of last year. after some misunderstandings about where i was (how i was: pretty drunk) we continued the kissing thing from last year.
now it's getting juicy. on my way to the toilet I met some other guy, let's call him tim. he was around some friends' house and I've known him for at least 2 years. still we have never talked more than 2 sentences. kinda cute. knavish but old. so this time I was drunk enough overtexting him. some weeks later I found out that he's been sober that day and was laughing with me at all. some every time I had to go to the toilet (which is quite often if you drink beer in litres) I paused from kissing finn and sat down to chat with tim (I am gorgeous at inventing names for all of them). we realized that we've already been fb friends, so he promised to write me soon. still that drunk that I accosted one of his friends (also sober).
luckily finn and tim never met on that day - or I didn't realize it,neither did one of them.
this time kissing wasn't enough. why had is been enough last time? can't remember. ah, yes I do! because I made out with that other guy before he joined us last year...
Well, all of my people left. I didn't want to. so, I went with finn to another tent. I guess tim left left some time, too. while he was talking to some old friends a few tables away I was sitting there with one of his friends I just met the first time. I wasn't interested in talking to him. that's why I started flirting with that other guy that just accidently sat next to me. kind of embarrassing and whorish. whatever.
when he came back we wanted to go. we didn't get far. on the other side of the street was a lake. we found some nice place and after making out, we undressed and went swimming. still daylight. absolutely drunk.
oh I just noticed: finn's online right now.
whatever.
then we went to his appartment. too drunk. made out. had fun. but strange. idk.
well I wanted to get away from there some hours later. I guess the alcohol in my blood ceased... so I went home although he wanted me to stay. don't ever stay. never ever. first and most important rule ever. suprisingly I followed it this time.
the next weeks (and months? idk) we chatted some times. so did I with tim. finn was more reluctant even if caring? can't describe it right now. tim was straight after some hints. I liked that he showed real interest in me and wanted to do everything for me. so I tried it and we ended up being a couple for one and a half years. that's another story. during that time we met ever and anon. chatted. that was it.
since it was my first day of holiday and I wanted to get drunk and party hard I messaged him among others. without any intentions.
so we're back where I didn't go into the detail last time. spend the rest of the night and morning as explained. later on and in between he just wanted to cuddle (yeah, tha's what he said, too "come, let's cuddle")...
knew him so it was fine. By the way, I've chosen to go to my place, not his, although I just could have gone then...ermm...idk. i think I was just lazy and was looking forward to my amazingly comfortable and big bed.
getting it on he said something like "I hope you're not into relationships" which made me answer that that's the least thing I needed now.
aaaah, he was so shy then! didn't want to leave my room because of my two roommates (girls atm), I had to lead him. they haven't even been a home they told me later. but he was afraid that we woke them up by our morning sports (I just can't be silent meanwhile...).
he stayed with me until I had to get up, pack my bags for a trip to a friend. he told me before I should just kick him out if he bothers me, but it was ok.
one and a half weeks later he whatsapped: "cheers bethany, everything alright? did I accidently leave my wallet at yours? MfG" and 2 (!) minutes later "found it... merci :*"
what the ...?
let's call him Finn.
the first time we met was about 3 years ago when i was out with my friend susan during happy hour. we joined him and some friends of him. chatted, had fun.
ah, guess it's important to mention that he kinda looks like david guetta. actually not the kind of man I freak out about. and definitely not the kind of music I freak out about.
If sb ever wants to annoy him, call him David.
That's how I call him talking with my friends about him.
so, finn was kinda funny and cute. during the next weeks and months we ran into each other from time to time - there are too less fucked-up bars for me and him.
nothing really happened except of flirting. on of my favourite sports.
then there was that big beer festival again I had been waiting for the whole year. wearing my dirndl, drinking beer, dancing and singing - and all that socially approved. I'm not talking about parties at night, we start before daylight. he joined us at about noon when all of us had already drunk 4 mass of beer (not radler, that's for pussies... having one doesn't equal being one). there was this friend of mine, pete, who's really nuts about susan. he tried to get off with her so hard while she was just playing with him because she knew she could have him easily. so finn and i were sitting next to them and couldn't watch that scene anymore. he just said "let's show them how to do it." and kissed me.
that's how we spent the rest of the day.
by the way pete and susan followed us about 1 minute later, so his plan worked. after that day they never talked to each other again. we did when we met, but that was all.
next year, next beerf fest. I had a terrible fight with one of my best friends bibi, can't remember what about... probably nothing. so I run out of the tent screaming at her. next thing I know is calling and messaging him in memory of last year. after some misunderstandings about where i was (how i was: pretty drunk) we continued the kissing thing from last year.
now it's getting juicy. on my way to the toilet I met some other guy, let's call him tim. he was around some friends' house and I've known him for at least 2 years. still we have never talked more than 2 sentences. kinda cute. knavish but old. so this time I was drunk enough overtexting him. some weeks later I found out that he's been sober that day and was laughing with me at all. some every time I had to go to the toilet (which is quite often if you drink beer in litres) I paused from kissing finn and sat down to chat with tim (I am gorgeous at inventing names for all of them). we realized that we've already been fb friends, so he promised to write me soon. still that drunk that I accosted one of his friends (also sober).
luckily finn and tim never met on that day - or I didn't realize it,neither did one of them.
this time kissing wasn't enough. why had is been enough last time? can't remember. ah, yes I do! because I made out with that other guy before he joined us last year...
Well, all of my people left. I didn't want to. so, I went with finn to another tent. I guess tim left left some time, too. while he was talking to some old friends a few tables away I was sitting there with one of his friends I just met the first time. I wasn't interested in talking to him. that's why I started flirting with that other guy that just accidently sat next to me. kind of embarrassing and whorish. whatever.
when he came back we wanted to go. we didn't get far. on the other side of the street was a lake. we found some nice place and after making out, we undressed and went swimming. still daylight. absolutely drunk.
oh I just noticed: finn's online right now.
whatever.
then we went to his appartment. too drunk. made out. had fun. but strange. idk.
well I wanted to get away from there some hours later. I guess the alcohol in my blood ceased... so I went home although he wanted me to stay. don't ever stay. never ever. first and most important rule ever. suprisingly I followed it this time.
the next weeks (and months? idk) we chatted some times. so did I with tim. finn was more reluctant even if caring? can't describe it right now. tim was straight after some hints. I liked that he showed real interest in me and wanted to do everything for me. so I tried it and we ended up being a couple for one and a half years. that's another story. during that time we met ever and anon. chatted. that was it.
since it was my first day of holiday and I wanted to get drunk and party hard I messaged him among others. without any intentions.
so we're back where I didn't go into the detail last time. spend the rest of the night and morning as explained. later on and in between he just wanted to cuddle (yeah, tha's what he said, too "come, let's cuddle")...
knew him so it was fine. By the way, I've chosen to go to my place, not his, although I just could have gone then...ermm...idk. i think I was just lazy and was looking forward to my amazingly comfortable and big bed.
getting it on he said something like "I hope you're not into relationships" which made me answer that that's the least thing I needed now.
aaaah, he was so shy then! didn't want to leave my room because of my two roommates (girls atm), I had to lead him. they haven't even been a home they told me later. but he was afraid that we woke them up by our morning sports (I just can't be silent meanwhile...).
he stayed with me until I had to get up, pack my bags for a trip to a friend. he told me before I should just kick him out if he bothers me, but it was ok.
one and a half weeks later he whatsapped: "cheers bethany, everything alright? did I accidently leave my wallet at yours? MfG" and 2 (!) minutes later "found it... merci :*"
what the ...?
cystits
Yesterday I read that against all odds cystitis isn't caused by coldness solely... and that's damn right.
It's only caused by wicked fun. the first time i got it was the day after fucking that guy on the roof top somewhere next to my favourite club while i nearly lost my money, my car keys, my ID,... Luckily he was't that drunk... although i thought so. But afterwards i think apperently he wasn't. He crawled down to the gutter and found the rest in the garden.
Anyway.
I told my mum the cystitis smittened me because of staying outside late in a dress. she believed it. as always. or she just wanted to believe it. idk.
unfortunately the cystitis turned into a pyelitis which made me wish that I would never ever want to give birth to any child if it hurts like that. still childless.
So, right now I'm punished with cystitis again. I could tell you that I kept my wet bikini briefs (no, it's not what you think, pervent, and neither do i suffer from incontinence) on too long after swimming in the eisbach and the pool the other day. everyone believes it (including my mum). but during my researches I found out what's the truth. honey moon cystitis. i'm not on my honeymoon. i'm not even taken. i'm just screwing around.
I called that little Italian guy on monday, so he came around for about an hour until I came and he left. tuesday was the last day of work before holidays so just before lunch I realized that I'll have much free time now. lest i didn't get bored I called that argentinian guy. (last time he visited me I finally could tell sb that awesome sentence "I take a shower now and when i come back, you've left!" he started trying to cuddle or anything like that, so I had react appropriatly). after the first holiday drink with a friend (alcohooooool) he showed up. this time he started to chat after that awesome sex with his enormous dick.
So I had to tell him to leave because I had an appointment. what was right...
on my way to that other guy I've known for about 4 years I ramp up my booze supplies and call my gal pal to hang around with us in the park. I wanna tell you about him later. Joanna and Lena (a friend of hers who also joined us) were happily sunbathing and enjoying the wine and having a funny time with that guy. let's call him Finn. To cut the long story short (or at least a little bit shorter), the girls left, we got really drunk, went swimming in the bloody cold creek (without changing my bikini briefs afterwards!! i just put on my dress without any underwear later after it didn't dry up because i didn't bring any with me - remember... already drunk... did i mention that 2 beer with the south american?), got even more drunk, messaged some friends, met them in another park, bought some alcoholic beverages, steaks, sausages and stuff before. got fucking drunk. I think the other guys (friends of mine who didnt know finn) felt vindicated about me as a drunk cool party slut (as i was out on a concert with them the week before where i hooked up some blondie --> let's go to the toilet. - it won't work these days. - sucking always works.).
we had fun, we had a barbecue, they played guitar - still wearing no underwear (and he knew it). just when we were that drunk I could hardly tell my name everybody went home and finn came with me. first on his bike without falling down but with me screaming all the time. then underground and bike again. Ermm... tried to have sex, failed because of BAC. tried again, gave up, tried again,... succeeded eventually. woke up the next day (or at least some hours later) - same procedure. he freaked out about my piercing every time. i like. the rest of the story follows next time.
so, that's how you get cystitis. whoring around. 3 guys within about 30 hours not knowing of each other.
don't ever let you tell somebody got a cystitis because of coldness. just nod and smirk internally. "tell me your story, slut."
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
first
first blog, first entry!
how exciting... just kidding!
i just have to get rid of some incidents and things.
how exciting... just kidding!
i just have to get rid of some incidents and things.
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