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TMI TUESDAY - Sex and Romance

2012-03-01T06:36:00.001-04:00

This week’s TMI Tuesday is about sex and romance. Who doesn’t enjoy a little romance or the art of seduction before engaging in sex? Often times the prelude is better than the actual ‘event’.

1. You are sitting alone in a restaurant because your lunch date is late. Do you:
a) Throw something and then make out with the waiter.
b) Check to make sure he or she didn’t get into an accident, then wait patiently for two hours and use the time to compose a love song or poem.
c) Send a nasty text followed up by a voice mail telling him/her that “romance is dead and so are you!”
d) Wait for 20 minutes, and then text-message a pal to join you for lunch.

Interesting question. Depends, if this is a first date, a blind date, I choose D. Why waste a lovely opportunity since I am already all prepped for a night out. However if this is a steady date, someone I have been seeing constantly or regularly, I would try B, but I would not wait patiently and scribble some romantic boohoos. I just want to make sure he is fine and in one piece, then choose D, for practical reasons.

2. What’s more important, a romantic relationship or your career?

Career or romantic relationship? Neither lasts a lifetime. At the moment, and I prefer to answer in the here and now, I have a good career, and I would love to have a romantic relationship. And if push comes to shove, I will choose the romance any given time!

3. You love to role play in the bedroom, which one of these is more likely to be your kink?
a. Doctor and the naughty nurse
b. You’re the gardener, I’m the hoe
c. Persnickety principal and the wayward pupil that needs a spanking
d. Me Tarzan, you Jane
e. Scattered-brain boss and the seductive secretary

I love playing doctor and naughty "patient". Not the night Nurse, that is way too common a role play. I would rather be either the doctor and you are the patient that needs a good probing.

4. When you want sex, who tends to make the first move?
a. Me! I like to go for what I want.
b. It varies. Sometimes my partner/significant other/date or sometimes me.
c. Oh definitely the other person. Even if I want it, I’m not about to admit such a thing.
d. I drop subtle hints hoping he/she will pick up on it.

A and B. When I want it, I don't wait to drop hints and for him to get it. I can be subtle but subtlety has its use. Most times, I go for what I want.

5. When it comes to lovemaking, select the answer that best describes you/your attitudes
a. vanilla – meets society’s middle of the road standards
b. adventurous
c. kinky
d. trisexual – I will try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure. –Mae West

I am teetering between b and c. But I dare say, Mae West is spot on.

6. You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear?

Does it have to be a whisper? Fine, I will follow the instructions. I will blow in his ear and whisper, "I know you want it because I can feel myself ready."

Bonus: What’s your idea of a romantic getaway?

Five whole days in an island with white sands, clear waters, a lovely cottage, 24/7 housekeeping, full Spa facilities, sinful cuisine, wine and chocolates, and non-stop sex and romance till our spines squeak.

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PAIN. Based on a True Story

2012-02-24T00:35:00.000-04:00

Maricela sobbed hysterically. Her face twisted,wrought with agony. She looked up to see Rafael's face, trying her best to catch his eyes. He was looking away. Far away.
"I beg you mi amor, por favor, answer my question. Do you love her?" her voice was shaky and cracked.
"I don't know. I swear to God, I don't know how I feel." Rafael replied solemnly.

Rafael and Maricela have been married for almost 12 years and they have been blessed with three kids, 2 boys and a girl in between. Marriage can be called a little too early for both of them, but she was pregnant and they mutually decided to tidy things up in their life. The family life has been peaceful and happy. They have their usual spats and trials like most married couples. except until the last few months.

Maricela just knew there was something wrong, not right. Something in her gut gave her acid reflux each time she noticed little and slight things that made her feel that Rafael had become distant, detached, less caring and attentive.

He had always been a quiet, reserved man of few words. Hard-working. Simple. Maricela also knew of his dark, passionate side. Over extended work hours for Rafael were rare, but lately, have become always. At home, he would close the door to his study, a unique thing he had never done, and this is where he tinkered on his laptop until the wee hours of the morning.
The sex had become more and more infrequent. However, it has been that way for several years. The last 2 or 3 times they had sex, he was savage, almost brutal and lustful like a beast. Maricela knew he was different.

It felt magnificent, except Maricela knew in her core he was fucking someone else. Her body just happened to be available for the taking. She recalls the last time, she tried her best to be a whore in bed for him to reciprocate the wild sex.

But then he started moaning. She heard it. It was very faint, softer than a whisper, but he had said a name. Right in the middle of her multiple orgasms her tears flowed and she tried her best to choke back her whimpers. Maricela stared at her husband's face. He was in orgasmic ecstasy. His head thrown back, his eyes rolled up, his whole body shaking and profusely sweaty, he was biting on his lower lip. Then somehow his soul escaped. He mumbled a girl's name. Maricela felt her heart stabbed a hundred times with a jagged knife. As he rolled to his side, he turned his back on her and started snoring. Maricela was wide awake, she stared at the ceiling while her tears gushed uncontrollably.

She needed to know. She had to.
On that fateful, horrible night, Maricela crept stealthily into the study where he worked. He had headphones on and he never even noticed her presence. He was chatting with someone. She was appalled to see her husband playing with himself. He was saying things that made all the hairs in her body rise. He kept calling out her name, professing his love, lusting about her.

She stood frozen behind him in the dark. When she could no longer take it, she sat on the floor, covered her ears and quietly sobbed.

Maricela decided to confront him about that night and what she saw and heard. Rafael went crazy angry that she swore he was about to hit her.

She however has decided she will never give up her husband. He can lie. He can cheat. He can fuck "her" in bed or fuck her in his head. It doesn't matter. He comes home to her and their kids. She knows herself enough that she can live with the pain of another woman in his life, but she can not live with the pain of losing him in hers.

TMI Tuesday - 14 February 2012

2012-02-15T16:19:00.001-04:00

Whether you celebrate Valentine's Day or think it is a consumer oriented, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance, just have yourself some fun by answering this weeks's TMI Tuesday questions.

1. Cupid is the god of desire, affection and erotic desire. As the myth goes, a person shot by cupid's arrow is filled with uncontrollable desire. On your behalf, who would you like cupid to shoot?

Do I really need to say more? Yes, that's Johnny Depp.

2. Earlier in the evening, you had dinner at the Fook Yue Chinese restaurant. You are feeling quite amorous. You open a fortune cookie in the bedroom.
Three fortunes appear:

"Your patience will be rewarded." What would you like that reward to be?

30 minutes of foreplay.

"Try something new." What is the something new you want to try?

I would not mind being shared by my current squeeze and his hot best bud. I am feeling amorous and generous. (wink!) And maybe some kind of sweet bondage when I am not allowed to reciprocate but just take it all in.

"'tis better to give than to receive." What would you like to give?

30 minutes of the best oral sex that will make him forget his grandmother's name.

3. If you were to write a special Valentine message (e.g. card/letter) what is that message?

You don't have to wait for the next Valentine's Day to get all the loving I can give you.

4. Are you doing something special on valentine's day or is it just another day?

Did you say doing?

I was thinking of him. But then again, he crossed my mind too.

Otherwise, it is just one of those regular days for me with the possibility of getting it hot and steamy depending on how the wind blows.

5. You must give chocolate to your secret Valentine on Valentine's Day. The chocolate is in the shape of your what?

I wonder how he will think of vajpops?

BONUS: you can make your own Valentine Candy. Go to this link. (Create your candy and post your generated candy on your Blog)

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TMI Tuesday - Let's Go To Bed

2012-02-10T18:09:00.001-04:00

TMI TUESDAY this week was submitted by Undercover Metamorphosis. Thank you. Show her some love, stop by her page and say hello!

1. A friend is coming to have sex. There are 3 twin beds and an air mattress in the room. what do you do? (choose one)

Have sex where ever we land first? who needs a bed?
Have sex on a single twin mattress
Have sex on an air mattress?
Or (tell us your solution?)

I don't know why you are asking me for a solution? I don't honestly see the problem. Whatever is available will be fully utilized. This will include the walls, the kitchen table, the bathroom, the tub. Do you suppose I have to stick with only one location? It is highly unlikely.

No problem, no need for a solution.

2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find? Why is it there?

Hmmm interesting question. My bedroom would have a huge altar and a crucifix. And they are prized antiques. Heirlooms from my ancestors. I can move flats but one of these items will always go with me. It's part of the family tradition. It has never stopped anyone before to do anything in my room. At least not me. (wink)

3. What are your favorite sheets?

Flannel
Cotton I love cotton sheets, clean, crisp and fresh
T-shirt cotton (jersey)
Satin Used for very important occasions and house guests (my guest)

4. Do you sleep with sheets tucked in or out? Why?

I generally start with the sheets properly tucked in. I said generally. But this will likely end up all over by the morning as I am quite a bed mate. I kick the sheets off somehow and the pillows beside me can be all over the place. Except for the pillow on my head.

5. What is your usual bedtime? Why?

8-10 pm
10 - 12 mn
12 mn - 4 am
whenever my eyes won't stay open any longer Honest to goodness answer. It really all depends on the day of the week and the schedules I make. One word best describes it, totally unpredictable and off schedule.

6. Do you sleep with closet doors shut or open? Bedroom door shut or open? Any particular reason why?

I will have to attribute the habit of checking and rechecking if my closet and bedroom door is shut from the ghost tales my Nanny used to tell me about. I know, I am such a loser. But to this date, it completely spooks me if the closet door is ajar and the bedroom door is half-open. Everything should be shut and tight. I don't like to give the bogey man an easy time to get me.

7. Have you ever broken a bed or other furniture during sex?

Well, once, a bedside lamp. Would a framed painting count? Okay, so twice.

8. What's your favorite type of bed for sex?

If you have ever been to any of the Four Seasons Hotel, their Queen bed is total heaven. soft and fluffy and ooh la lah, just feels so good to lie naked all the time.

9. What do you sleep in?

Lingerie
Underwear
Day clothes
T-shirt
Nothing

I am a lingerie girl, but more the cotton teddy type. Or a tank top and boy briefs.

I am not the silk or lacy lingerie sleepwear type, if I want to sleep.

If the question had been, what do you wear to bed when I am with someone, then I'll give a different answer. Nothing.

Morning after, I love to wear his shirt.

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RESTRAINTS

2012-01-22T18:52:00.000-04:00

MIGUEL.
"Good god, her intoxicating beauty just weakens me. She sits there at her favorite table here in the Coffee Shop, reading the papers, stirring her coffee and taking a sip slowly. Damn it, everything she does exudes such sensuality. I wonder how the mug feels when it touches her lips. Here I am, seated 3 tables away, choking on my lust, desiring her. I want to touch her lush brown hair with subtle curls on its ends; caress that glowing bronze, velvety skin; trace my fingers down her neck; bury my face in those full breasts; spread those long shapely legs and thrust my cock deep inside her and fuck her till I am completely drained. I want her so bad it is practically driving me insane."

Miguel shifts on his seat subtly adjusting his crotch as his hard on was making him uneasy. Absent-mindedly, he stroked the silver band on his right ring finger. He sighs, deeply, almost mournfully.
It's been close to two months when Miguel first laid eyes on Kamilla at the Coffee Shop. He was drawn to her the instant he laid eyes on her. She was leaving the shop and was using her back to open the door, given the armful of things she carried with a take-away coffee paper cup. He held the door for her as he was going inside. She smiled at him, warmly and to what sounded to him like a whiskey soda voice, she said "Thank you", then turned and walked briskly away. He caught a whiff of her scent. Fresh, sweet with a little hint of musk. He could hardly breath with the speed of his heart's beating. Since that day, Miguel had stealthily stalked Kamilla. He researched just about everything he could find out about her and has not missed a single day to be at the Coffee shop whenever she is. Several times their eyes would meet. He noticed that slight smile in those captivating pale auburn eyes. One late afternoon she had smiled broadly at him, almost a grin. She dropped her fork and in an instant, Miguel handed her a fresh replacement.
Miguel knows he is treading on very risky grounds. He is very much married and has two young sons. But not unlike all addictions, he couldn't help himself. His mind is filled with images of Kamilla. He makes love to her in his fantasies. Even on occasions he dutifully fucks his wife, he thinks of her and groans her name in his mind. A full-grown adult, he has started habitually jerking off, sometimes twice a day; imagining her nakedness while he feasts on her body.
Once Kamilla strutted into the shop wearing a really short and tight skirt. Miguel strategically chose a table across hers. She seemed too casual and relaxed, confident that her legs were tucked under the table she was sitting with her legs apart. Miguel peeked and nearly choked on his own breath when he saw clearly her pink and bald pussy; commando. His dick jumped in excitement but his erection was now full he rushed out to jerk off in his car like a sexually preoccupied 14 year old boy. It was torture for him. He can smell her in his waking hours, taste her juices while he works, feel the heat from her soft walls as he drives home. Miguel is aware he is losing it but he allowed himself to wallow in his obsession,
Today Miguel resolved to act. Now would be the best time or never. He moved deliberately to her table. She looked up at him, her lips moist and half-open. It took him all his conscious will to stop himself from ravaging her and ramming his cock inside her sexy mouth that very moment. She smiles. Miguel decided to throw all his restraints.

KAMILLA.
"Exactly how long will it take this delicious man to actually make a move on me? It's not like I am stupid not be aware that he has been following me like a lost dog for several weeks now. But good lord, look at those hands and arms, they look so strong and tough. Those drop-dead deep set eyes, magnificent jaw line, it's a perfect match to his long thighs that extends from that tight butt. And does he know his crotch is always bulging? His jeans seem to be unable to contain his cock. Hmm... boxers, sexy. Damn, I have played with myself too many times imagining that hard dick inside me, it would kill me not to have it for real. Oh my God, is this real? He is finally coming over to my table? Alright, easy now Kamilla, don't drop to your knees to unzip him and suck on his dick. Relax. Breathe. Smile."

Kamilla has frequented hanging out alone in the Coffee Shop since she and her long-time beau Paolo have mutually agreed that their relationship was pointless. It has not been easy for her since she worked hard to do whatever it took to keep it going. Eventually she accepted her efforts were futile. In one of those dreary, "alone" days she saw him! Architect Miguel Lobregat.
Kamilla was a gawky 11 year old girl in braces when she fell madly infatuated with this gorgeous soccer player from her brother's University. Miguel was 19 then, a senior jock, he had all the young girls swooning and worshipping the ground he walked on. Kamilla was part of the groupies. Over the years, she had outgrown this crush until that fateful day. And he opened the door for her!
Kamilla saw that Miguel has become more manly and sinfully sexier when he aged. She recalls having heard that very soon after college that he had married and must have young kids by now. However, she has totally relapsed back into her pubescent fantasies and has begun constantly day and night dreaming of becoming his lover. By some sordid twist of fate, why would she see him again and again? And each time she was in the Coffee Shop, he managed to be there too. Miguel has become a fixture in Kamilla's mind.
Once, feeling naughty, she decided to test him and give him a cock tease. She wore this awfully short skirt, commando all the way and wilfully flashed him. She knew he was looking but it must have too upfront because he scurried away. She decided to play it sweet and demure. One boring weekend, she relented to peer pressure and finally went out on a date. While she and her date started making out, she unconsciously started moaning Miguel's name. The date ended quickly, after all the guy's name was Joseph.
On her way to the Coffee Shop today, Kamilla planned to initiate some small talk with Miguel. She toyed with the idea on building on her brother's link and being a soccer fan. She's just had too many bath tub soaks each night playing with herself and calling out his name. She visualized his tongue playing on her clit, licking her tits, feeling his length and hardness inside her, being wrapped in his arm, resting her head on that wide, solid chest. She is fully aware that to desire someone this badly and do something about it under the circumstances would mean crossing a line. But the possibility and the idea increases her carnal need for this man she had grown up fantasizing about. How else does one logically explain when each time she thinks of him she gets herself soaking wet? Kamilla resolves not to allow herself to be held back by anything. Absolutely no restraints.

Am Back With TMI - Late But Worthy Cocks!

2012-01-13T15:57:00.000-04:00

All about the wedding tackle, twig and berries, pole, fire hose, skin flute, dipstick, meat thermometer or what we all know as the penis.

Now how in the world can I refuse such a favorite subject?

What's more important - length or width? Why?

Hmm, tough question. Both. It is all a matter of preference and satisfaction. I love both length and girth to have the feeling of being totally "filled up". It is what tickles your fancy. Most times, girth rammed in makes me scream.

Ever encountered one that was too big for you to handle?

Nope. If it's way too big for me to handle, I may have never encountered it yet.

Best place to put a penis

Well I am a front door kind of girl, so put it in the v-canal, I love it where it's wet and snug.

If you had a penis for a day, what would you do with it?

A penis for a day? That's hot! I'll get a blow job; I'll find a real hot girl I am lusting about, and fuck her all day.

I will be on a prowl like a predator in heat. Wear really tight jeans and be full commando. Constantly rub my cock so it sticks out from my crotch giving the women something to gawk at.

When I find the perfect lady I desire, I will of course video tape the whole nine yards; from the hand, blow job and fucking. Lots of tight shots of my hard-on; close-up of my dick being licked and adored, my full erection, getting in action, my actual penetration. Man, I will have the whole day documented! At the end of the day, I will jerk off in the shower and have the camera continuously rolling. Hell yeah, I love to exhibit this in the future.

You're a penis, which love canal (that's a vagina) would you most like to visit:

) short and shallow - not very hot about this
) fall into the gap, gliding smoothly along the slick walls - I prefer friction
) tight suction lip-lock - hell yeah, now we're talking
) None. I prefer the back door, thank you. - I would give this a go!

In short, all of the above! lol!

Penis Envy: largest penis in the animal kingdom is 11 feet - blue whale

BONUS: What is the perfect name for your penis or a penis you use often?

Jake, the Snake; "Huge Cock"; Zeus; "Que Puto"

WORLD PENIS SIZE MAP: Where would you like to visit? Click Here

Happy TMI Tuesday!

BECAUSE I CAN

2011-12-03T16:42:00.000-04:00

I promised an online great friend of mine that I will come up with something that is a little different from my usual posts.

It's a very short tale of my (mis)adventures with men from different species, although they may belong to the same Phylum. I am not even sure if I remember my Biology classes very well.

Here it is, I pose a question to my followers, most specially the ladies.

What would you do if something like what you see in the picture below is flashed a couple of inches away from your face?

Would you naturally gawk and drool?

Would you stare too long and move closer to check if it is not prosthetic?

Would you immediately go down on your knees and sample the buffet?

Would you laugh nervously and pretend you can very well handle this without any hesitation?

Would you give out a heavy sigh and drop your pants immediately?

Tell me, how would you naturally react?

Don't think too much of it, like: is he your lover, boyfriend or some ordinary random guy. Just focus on what is standing right there in front of you.

Or would you react the same way I did?

I snapped a photograph, left the room and posted it on my Blog.

After all, that huge schlong is attached to another dick, that looks like a man and pretends to be one. I know, such a waste of an incredible and magnificent potential.

But I much rather prefer to take on real men that comes with the dick.

And to the dick who owns this cock, I hope it is a compliment if you will go viral.

Now why the post title? Well, just because I can.

Very, Very Late TMI - LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX

2011-11-07T16:46:00.000-04:00

I know this is totally a full week late or more. But hey, I love the subject matter, can you blame me if I want to play the catch-up game? So let's do this!

1. What sexual act arouses you the most? For that matter, what nonsexual act arouses you the most?

I am not sure if I have the same Pleasure Principle as the other women, but I am completely aroused when my pussy is adored and eaten. I say adored as in all the heavenly things that can be possibly done to stimulate my clit and my g-spot brings out the best in me. The most non-sexual act would be whispering in my ear and kissing the back of my neck, right behind the earlobe.

Oh is that sexual? A good conversation where I laugh out loud at his jokes or a simple, but intelligent conversation is a huge turn on. Particularly when we start to have dissenting opinions about any issue; geo-political, philosophy,music, arts, sports, current events, anything or any subject I am interested in or that I find stimulating, and we go at it. Chances are, we end in bed.

2. What is your signature or “go to” move that is sure to get a lover in the mood for sex?

When I am conversing with him, I softly rub his inner thighs but I look at him straight in the eyes. In some other cases, when I am feeling totally frisky, I love to "flash" him when I cross my legs. hahaha

3. Do you queef?

Do birds fly? Not often, but there are certain times when it does happen.

4. What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to YOU as a result of your sex writings (e.g., blog, erotica, sex toy reviews)? (borrowed from Insatiabear)

Not weird, I believe it must be a rather usual consequence. Some people misconstrue that I am an "easy lay." Unfortunately, I just write certain sexy or sensual things. The people who really know me just know that I love to write and it has been a passion since I was a child. I am however a very sensual person and very passionate. It's in my nature. I am also a romantic, it's not just all about sex. I prefer the whole nine yards.

5. Have you ever had sex while someone watched?

Yes. I think once while I was having sex on the beach. (not the drink)

…someone else was in the room?

Yes, but this was in a trip with friends, who were all couples and we had to do with a single cottage.

…someone else in the bed, next to you and the person you’re having sex with?

Would across the bed count? Hotel. On a twin deluxe room.

What were the circumstances?

I was giddy with wine and horny as a rabbit, we went for it under the sheets. Our roomie must have had a blast listening to the heavy breathing and moans we made.

6. When it comes to sex, and discussing it with your teen have you or would you:

a. Let school sex education handle it
b. Hand the teen a book or point them to a website
c. Talk frankly and openly
d. Avoid it all together–society, friends, and the internet will give all the info needed

I would have to answer this academically. When I have my own children I will take Step C. My parents were fairly average in terms of handling this subject and I have learned that it is always better to be direct and honest. No myths, just facts.

Click Here, it’s important

Bonus: Remember the song, “I’m too sexy?” CLICK to refresh your memory
What are you too sexy for?

I am way too sexy for men who do not treat women as they should be treated; respected, loved and adored. I hate women abusers. I will not give a man who still believes that women are only suitable for sex and having babies, a nano-second of my life. So if you are a jerk, a loser or an a-hole who still believes this, I would probably whack you first before you can hurt me. Plus, never underestimate women and our capacity for getting even. Just keeping it real.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

SANDRA. A Short Story.

2011-10-30T02:50:00.000-04:00

She squeezes her eyes shut. Yet she manages to keep up with her fake moans and groans. She prays in her heart to get it over and done with. She feels him pumping faster now and with a loud howl and grunt something warm oozes in and out of her. She sighs as he slides out and slumps beside her making the bed rock from side to side.

She stands swiftly and grabs her bathrobe covering herself. She hears him chuckle.

Sandra looks back and coyly smiles, “I just have to pee baby.”

He says, “I find it so cute when you drape yourself decently like that after we just fucked.”

She ignores that remark and walks briskly to the bathroom. That last image repulsed her; the plump, pimpled midget of a husband naked lying in their bed.

She needed him. He was her ticket to freedom; her only gateway to liberate herself from the clutches of her insane mother. Her mother had not always been like that. She was 8 years old when her father left never to be heard of or seen again. Sandra’s mother kept her hopes and her faith that someday he would be back. Even then as a young girl she knew she would never see her father again; but her mother believed otherwise.

Each day her mother lived her life for the next 15 years, that her husband would be home for dinner. One day she decided that it was safer and less painful to stay in her dream land and she completely lost it. It has been most difficult for Sandra to keep up with her mother’s fantasies. When she met Marco she did not care if he looked worse than a cursed Leprechaun, she married him. He was foul and grotesque but he was above all, rich and stupid. She has been married to him three years but as days turned into weeks and months into years, it has become more and more unbearable.

She basks herself under the warm shower and cried softly.

She hears an urgent knocking. “Babylove?” she heard his scratchy voice screech as she choked on her tears and with practiced enthusiasm, “I’ll be there in a few seconds baby.”

As she opened the bathroom, he was standing there fully dressed. She honestly looked surprised.

“I have to leave urgently babylove, there are a few documents I need to pick up in the Office and I need them for my meeting in Florida” Marco continued, “Lucille called from the Office. I have to run and I think it is best I just leave my car in the Office Lot and have the Company driver take me to the airport. Oh come now … my sweet babylove” he says as she tried to put on a hurt scowl on her face.

“I thought you and I can spend more time and you…” Sandra was cut short as Marco grabbed and squeezed her ass from under the towel slowly groping up to her breasts she stopped breathing and gasped.

“I know babylove, you can’t resist me. Look I left some cash on the dresser so just buy everything you want babylove and try not to miss me so much” Marco added and as he brushed his crotch on her she tried her best not to squirm.

Sandra grabs both his hands from her breasts and kisses them; he cranes to kiss her on the lips. She bends down and kisses his forehead instead. He rushes out of the house dragging his suitcase. His car has hardly left the garage and she is halfway dressed up to go out.

She didn’t think of going to the Shopping Mall but here she was, aimlessly looking and moving around. She saw a Shoe Boutique with a wide array of leather boots. As she walked in, she was delightfully surprised to notice the man behind the sales counter. His hands, they look strong and powerful. His body looked magnificent behind that tight shirt. She felt a wild stirring inside her and a dampness that excited her. She tries to stop looking and looks at the shoe display. A few moments later, she felt his warm breathing behind her.

“Have you seen anything you fancy, Miss?” a very manly, husky voice asked.

“Oh I’m so sorry am I taking too long? What time do you have to close?” she asked him turning her head towards the voice but barely turning around.

“The shop closes when I want it to,” he said, almost like a whisper.

The Shoe Storeroom reeked of glue and leather and was stuffy. But Sandra didn’t care. She scratched his back, screamed and moaned with total abandon as he repeatedly nailed her on the wall. Her orgasm was unshackled she was vaguely aware she was squirting all over his thighs. She didn’t hold back, she didn’t pretend. He was huge and skilful with everything.

As he put on his shirt, he asked, “Will I see you again?”

Sandra continued fixing herself and without looking at him she replied casually, “No. You are damn good I must say, and I could crave for you, but no.”

She left her panties on the floor and walked out of the room.

Inside her car she started sobbing. Her eyes blurred with tears she decided to keep the engine running but had no idea where to go next.

An image quickly flashed through her mind. The bartender, the hunk she occasionally had casual sex with who owned one of the bars she used to hang out in whenever Marco was out. He had her initials tattooed in his chest. He’s sweet. Great looks. Wild tongue. It’s been awhile.

She suddenly stopped crying. She checks herself out in the mirror. With a new resolve she knew where she would like to spend the night. It was Friday and Marco won’t be back till Tuesday. She was smiling as she sped out of the Mall’s parking lot.

TMI TUESDAY - For October 25, 2011

2011-10-27T02:29:00.000-04:00

Totally random image ... ha ha

1. Name 5 things you did more of before social networking (facebook, myspace, twitter, etc.)?

Very interesting question ... hmmm:

Was in the university trying to be somebody knowledgeable and educated so I was reading books (I have totally forgotten about) and doing massive researches
Dating, dating and dating
Clubbing with friends
Earning a little add-on money from part-time commercial modelling
Swimming at the beach, at the pool, every opportunity I had I will find a body of water to swim in

2. Your house is on fire, what do you grab as you run out?

Laptop, handbag, ballet flats

3. Are you a morning person or a night owl?

What's a morning person?

a. What time did you go to bed last night?

Are you kidding me? I don't usually sleep until the clock ticks the witching hour!

b. What time did you wake up today?

I just crawled out of bed about an hour ago. That makes it roughly noontime somewhere.

4. A kid comes up to you and kicks you in the shin, what do you do?

~~Whack him in the head!~~ Okay so that's such an awful thought, I would probably pinch his or her cheek and call his or her Mama.

5. What three things do you never leave the house without?

My bag which has my wallet, car keys, my mobile phone, a survival kit with my toothbrush and my v-wash.

Bonus: Name a place that you visited last week that you’ve never visited before. Briefly tell us about the visit.

I was somewhere in Speyside, Scotland. But that was about two weeks ago. I finally agreed and decided to travel to my beau's roots country. The people are very warm and friendly, well at least those that I met. His family opened their arms to welcome me into the fold. My ears had to adjust to the thick accents. It was like living through Braveheart's movie sequel. I could almost touch William Wallace. (Or was it Mel Gibson I was thinking about?) I have never been to the Speyside Whisky country and it's my first time. Let me tell you, they not only boast of the best single malts. The place is picturesque, it's almost like God was so inspired when He drew it up. Well since I am in the business of wine, doesn't it make sense to hang out with a whisky guy? I have a lot of stories to tell but since I know my readers would prefer it hot and sizzling, that'll have to wait. Oh yes, they love to eat and drink and have a lot of fun times. My kind of crowd. :) The personal pictures I took are still in my camera. Maybe one day I will post a photo journal of my trip.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

TMI TUESDAY - BREAKING UP

2011-10-05T17:07:00.000-04:00

This week’s TMI Tuesday idea is from Heelsnstocking

1. What’s the worst reason you have been given for breaking up?

I think everyone goes through a painful break-up. I was "dumped" only once, but that is more than enough. I was engaged to this idiot I was completely in love with for three long years. And on that fateful dinner night, he had to end what I once thought was a beautiful relationship by a stupid line that goes almost like this if I recall: "The last person I would want to see hurting in this world is you. I am not good enough for you and I would much rather spare you a lifetime of pain and regret..." Hell yeah, fuck him!

2. What’s the worst reason you gave, to someone, for breaking up?

I've been pretty good at this, sadly. Sometimes I think about wishing I have re-written the things I said as I know how painful these must have been. But back then, I didn't give a hoot!

"We both need time to be apart. I need time to reflect on my life. You need time to grow up."
"You are way too serious in this relationship. I am really here for the sex and the smokes."
"I honestly believe you will be happier with your Mom."
"If you can not be secure enough to see that I have SOLD written on my forehead, then you should at least get used to other guys giving me 'the look'."
"Honestly, you want to know why? Because I can not stand stupidity!"
"If you want a girlfriend in a leash, consider getting a dog."

3. Have you ever engineered the end of a relationship e.g doing something you know will put the other person off? If yes, what did you do?

I orchestrated a "cheating" scenario. I used a closet gay friend to act out as my "lover." I will spare you the gory details, but trust me, my gay friend and I were talking about hot guys in my room, on my bed. hahahaha

4. Have you ever stayed with a partner just because you could not bear to end it?

No. I just don't have the patience and the character that some people call a "saint". I am much too honest and direct with how I feel. I choose to act on my feelings.

5. Have you ever encouraged a friend to end a relationship? What happened? Are you still friends?

I don't really mess with other people's relationships, even that of my friends. If my opinion is asked, I try my best to withhold. Chances are, they wouldn't listen anyway. But I do become very vocal and assertive when I see a friend in an "abusive" relationship. I adore my friends and they adore me back. We keep respect and trust in check at all times.

Bonus: Have you ever been the cause of a relationship to end? Tell us about it.

This has happened to me quite frequently. I am a "natural" flirt. If you know me better, you can tell the difference if I am "pawing" at the guy or I am just having a good time.

There was this one particular time at a Club, I was standing near the Bar area waiting for a friend. A guy comes up to get a drink and starts getting cute and charming with me. After a few minutes, a familiar looking girl, who was his date or girlfriend, comes up to him and practically drags him away, cussing and hissing. I hate scenes like that so I moved back to our table to join my friends. They were all watching and laughing at the scene. One guy friend quipped, "These boys never learn. It's like they want to be in a world of pain." Then it clicked, the girl was somebody we know from the University. She and her friends don't particularly like me and my friends. You know how women can be so competitive. Anyway, a few minutes later, the same "hot" guy comes scuttling back up to the Bar, spots me at our table and re-introduces himself. I smile and introduce him to my friends. Then he started explaining about the scene and the girl and profusely apologized. I was half-listening. He later asked me for my number. I gave a gay friend's mobile line, not mine. He left the bar grinning and pleased with himself. I could have given mine. But if he was actually seeing that bitch, then he just automatically eliminated himself.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

See, There's This Guy ...

2011-09-28T01:17:00.000-04:00

Well I have been quite "occupied" and with that I actually mean, there's this guy I am now seeing. Yes and I am enjoying every glorious minute of it.
I do have an unfinished Love and Sex Short Story Fiction in the drawing board, however my time is mostly spent being pampered and adored by this totally adorable man. I am "smitten" so to speak. I guess because he comes closest to how my father worships the ground I walk on and I can see he is completely taken even by my 'princess' tantrums.
I did tell him about this Blog and what I do during my spare moments including the things I write about. He responded with the most disarming smile and prodded me to keep on doing what I think I enjoy doing. (Well, wtf? Where was this man hiding all along?) I told him I will write a little bit about him for the few loyal readers that I have.
And it's not Jake, my snake man. This kind of man is for "keeps." My real life friends are of course drooling and jumping up and down with joy. I guess they have never seen my face glow and my eyes twinkle and my cheeks flushed, all at the same time; and most especially if he is beside me. I do sound like a teenager out on a first date with her first love. I hope you understand that I have come from a long engagement to a guy I have loved practically most of my adult years, only to be dumped a few months after we have formalized our marriage plans to our respective families.
It wasn't easy picking up the pieces of whatever was left of my ego so I decided that unless a man deserves my full undivided attention, I will consider them only as part of my accessories, on a "need to have" basis.
Of course there are other guys I dated(still dating?) and enjoyed lots of intimate moments with. None of them comes close to how this man makes my heart skip a beat and make me catch my breath. He comes from a mixed European descent; towering at about 6'6" tall, lean and packed where it matters to me. When I say packed, as in really, really packed. He is about 5 years my senior, never believed in settling down early. He thinks while you are in your prime,it is the time to earn enough, have a family and kids later to enjoy while he lives on investment income and trust funds interests. So far, he is close to where he wants to be financially and I would like to believe, I am the best "test" to his vow of being a bachelor-at-large. I do sound giddy because I am. I sleep with a grin in my face and wake up with a smile. Totally satisfied and still completely horny. Ahh, the feeling of being in love. Es maravilloso!
I will keep this Blog up as I happen to love it. However be patient as I come and go.
I never give 100% to anyone, but when I love the man, I give him much more than that. It could be a character flaw but that is the only way I know how to love. Ooh la la ...

TMI TUESDAY - WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

2011-09-20T18:28:00.000-04:00

1. You encounter a good looking lost and frantic tourist looking for the airport. You:
A) Shrug your shoulders, feigning ignorance.
B) Find the shortest route on your smartphone and get him/her a cab.
C) Direct him/her to the nearest bus stop.
D) Get your car, pick up his/her luggage and speed to the airport.

This really depends if I have the time to stop and help. If the tourist looks honestly lost in my side of the world, of course I will stop and help. So that would be C). But if we are looking at a situation say in JFK Airport or LAX? I will feign ignorance like another lost tourist!

2. You’re taking a vacation alone. Your destination:
A) Beach resort — I just want to relax and de-stress.
B) A group tour — I don’t want to worry about the details.
C) Wherever the dart lands on the map.
D) Every country with a hostel — my backpack is my home.

A vacation alone. Obvious answer. A of course.

3. Blackout! You can’t watch TV, so you light some candles and:
A) Dig up some batteries and listen to the radio.
B) Invite the neighbors, light a fire and sing camping songs all night.
C) Find a friend and play games that don’t require electricity. . . Like chess.
D) Drive to the next town — oh sweet Wi-Fi, I’ve found you!

I will go with C.),there are other games you can play in candlelight and this may not be as boring and as cerebral as Chess.

4. The man/woman of your dreams has finally proposed. The relationship is perfect, they are everything you’ve ever dreamed of and ever wanted. They are also a multi-millionaire and want you to sign a prenuptial agreement. Which would you do?
A) Sign it
B) Just not get married

Not under PNA question! If I truly love him, of course I will. I am not marrying him for his wealth or my economic/financial stability. I would also ask him to sign a Pre-Restraining Order, in case something goes wrong and I want him out of my life. Fair deal.

5. If you were going to marry an inanimate object, what would you marry?
Note: A woman has married the Eiffel Tower and another has married the golden gate bridge. Read about it HERE

Wow, a little difficult. Okay I guess I do have to choose. I will marry the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, yes, the fashion street in Paris.

Bonus: You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?

A churning machine that will make the resins recyclable and earth friendly. I am sorry for a boring answer, but I took plastic seriously. On the other hand, if I take this question a little silly, I will make sex toys for women. Develop plastic "tools and toys" that closely resembles the human skin like Mattel.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

TMI TUESDAY - DATING

2011-09-13T15:11:00.000-04:00

1. You're on a speed date. You've got 7 minutes with the potential partner. You already know the person's name. What are the first three questions you would ask?

Question Number 1: Why are you here?
Question Number 2: What activities do you enjoy on your free/leisure time?
Question Number 3: What kind of girl turns you off?

2. Have you ever participated in speed dating? Did you get a regular date/second date out of it?

No, never. I don't frown upon it, except I am more the romantic type. Let's take this slow and sweet.

3. Do you participate in online dating? How many dates have you had as a result of online dating sites/matches?
I have never participated in Online Dating either. Well now that I have started on a Blog, I think it is not a remote possibility.

4. You are attracted to:

a. Who people are?
Definitely for who they are; what he believes in; what is important to him; what he is not willing to negotiate or what he stands for. I go for the strength of character. What lies between the ears next to what lies between his legs. haha

b. What people have?
This is not really a priority. But if you happen to own a castle or an island, this would definitely be 1000 more brownie points!

c. What they can do?
A little vague about what this means. However, if they are skilful with their hands, like arts and crafts, this could be absolutely promising. Or if they are a cunning linguist.

5. What "little red flag" will cause you to end a date or immediately decide this person isn't for you?
Ugh! Hygiene problems - dirty fingers, dirty shoes, dirty or smelly anything. I would gracefully dump my date if he is too caught up with himself and bores me with stories about him. Non-listening behavior is such a turn off.

6. What do you feel you need to sacrifice or have sacrificed to be a part of a relationship?
I think in every relationship, if you really love the person, and he is important to you, it is NOT a sacrifice. It's a choice. I can decide to give up certain things, not because he asked me to, but because I want to. The same way I am willing to accept what he can't give up, not even for me.

7. If you cooked for your date, what would you cook?
Oh, definitely Italian or Spanish. A full course that starts with an antipasto, red wine, a pasta dish and some sinfully delightful dessert we can be very creative in terms of how we will eat it. (wink!)

8. At the end of a first date, how would you kiss your date?
a. Press your lips against theirs
b. Gentle kiss on the cheek
c. Lots o' tongue, like you're on a tonsil exploration
d. I don't kiss on the first date

I don't really kiss on a first date. However, if we spent a lot of time, and I have found your company such a delight, I would probably be giving you a light kiss on the lips - something to remember me by.

Bonus: You just put up a profile on a dating site. You must describe yourself in 10 words or less. What are your 10 words?

Beautiful, sexy, smart. In mint condition. See to appreciate. lol!

Sex In The City - The Shower

2011-09-01T17:00:00.000-04:00

It was crazy how Marcus could make me cum and climax through my jeans. If you missed this part, check here. The Hotel Well I had been on the verge of exploding since the cab ride.

He has gone to the bathroom, I can hear the water running in the tub. I badly need to take a shower as I am feeling so hot and sticky, but there he is. Stripped down, proudly bouncing off his hard on. We walk into the bathroom together.
The tub was half-filled so I decided to go straight to the shower cubicle and turned the water on. As warm water splashed on my skin, I wasn't a bit surprised that Marcus has crept behind me and started fondling my breasts. His hot body on my back, I can feel his hard cock against the crack of my butt. I lean towards him pressing his cock, moving my wet body to caress his cock with my back. I moan as he slides one of his hands down to my excited, throbbing clit and his fingers start rubbing it vigorously. He kisses my back, my shoulders and the back of my ears, I feel his hot breathing when he whispered, "How do I pleasure you Trickie?"
I turn around to kiss him torridly on the lips, my hands already stroking his hard shaft. I stop breathlessly, and cooed, "I want to feed myself first" and I went down on his twitching cock.
I begin to suck, gently at the head, then I slid my tongue all around the rim. I slowly started to lick his shaft, up and down and around. I kept my right hand busy stroking the hard vein under his balls leading into his butt hole.
I raise my eyes to him as I slowly slide his whole dick into my mouth. He closes his eyes and groans. I kept my hand on the base of his dick, stroking it, as I sucked on him, noisily, like feeding on melted ice cream on a cone. I started slow and began moving and jerking him off fast.
I feel him turn off the shower as he moves to lean on the shower wall. I taste his salty-sweet pre-cum as it mixes with my saliva. His dick is now a rosy, veiny pink. His body shakes and both his hands grab my hair as he thrusts his dick into me, fucking my mouth. I start gagging but I kept on. I could feel him shuddering, and just like he did well at teasing me, I stop sucking his dick and I stand up.
He looks at me with a frown, then pushes me to the wall.
"I am going to have you now, Trickie, stop teasing." He growled.
My pussy gushed wetness, his finger slides inside me first, I see him grin.

He raises my leg up, guides his dick and rams inside me. I feel him expand my walls and he lunges himself into me forcefully. His movements make squishy sounds as my pussy drips. He places one hand on my boobs and sucks on my nipple, playing it between his teeth.
I feel tingly and completely aroused as his hard banging hits my g-spot. I moaned loudly but his groans were much louder, or so I think.
I raise his head to kiss me in the mouth and our tongues twist and fence. He stops kissing and looks at me straight in the eyes and started talking dirty. I completely lose it and I screeched, "Fuck me harder, Marcus, I want all of you inside me!"
His balls slam my pussy walls and I start quivering as a huge electrical, orgasmic wave overwhelms me. I scream. I could hear his voice, "Don't hold back, squeeze me!"
My walls squeeze and tighten around his dick and I feel his warm load filling me up. He grunts and cusses but he kept on banging. I grip his dick with my pussy to empty it, his body trembled.
He slowly pulls out, stares at my face looking completely blown away, while catching his breath.
I stare back at him, "Tub time?"
I grab his hand and lead him to the tub.
He lies on the tub and I slide on top of him. Our hands start groping and touching, and he starts kissing different parts of my face, my neck ... our body heat steaming up the bathroom mirrors. I feel his cock getting hard again between our bodies.
I pull my head away and asked sweetly, "Are you hungry?"
He smiles wickedly. I feel his hand on my pussy and he murmured, "My turn to feed." My pussy smiles.

A Late TMI Tuesday (Random Stuff) - Sorry!

2011-08-24T15:23:00.000-04:00

1. When you go to a party, would you rather show up accidentally underdressed or overdressed?

Oh I love to come in fashionably late and I am partial to being overdressed. It is always easier to take off rather than sweat the small stuff.

2. What is something you have won and how did you win it? (Inspired by the An Optimistic Virgin)

As a kid and a teenager, I have always been active in music and dancing. Back at the University, a lovely gay friend and I joined a Flamenco competition, and we won the Top Prize with flying colors! I also got quite fortunate to land a great paying photo advert for a teen magazine spread. Actually, one of the first few bucks I earned for myself and immediately splurged on treating my family and friends.

3. Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the middle, end, or top?

I squeeze it from the end. I grew up being nagged by my mother to keep this in mind and I have somehow been an obsessed follower. I even go through pains of fixing a tube when someone is dorky enough to squeeze the tube from the middle. It just gets me ticked.

4. What is something your parents used to say to you that you promised yourself you would never say–but now you catch yourself saying frequently?

Oh this is so creepy. When we were kids and we played so much in the water, my mother would always say our skin will get old and wrinkled faster. I still say this now, even with my friends. Of course, they laugh at me. I never outgrew it.

5. What 3 lies did you regularly tell your parents? If applicable, what 3 lies do you tell your parents now?

First, "We just had a late dinner and drinks and slept over at -xxxx- place." (Spending overnight with a guy, I always use a girl friend's name or a gay friend's name. My father is the traditional one in the house. My mother, (bless her soul) is the more liberal one. She always knows.)

Second, "No, he is not my boyfriend, we are just dating and I would not do anything stupid." (Sometimes I know I do stupid and crazy things ...)

Third, "Of course I would love a traditional Catholic wedding!" I say this tongue-in-cheek. I don't restrict my dating activities to only Catholic bred boys.

6. What is something that you intended to do today but didn’t? Why not? Will you do it tomorrow?

Not today. I am still getting cold feet about the prospects of being an independent entrepreneur. But I always know I can manage my own business and may just get to it soon. I have already decided the top 3 areas I will eventually select from. It's a matter of time and adequate resources.

7. What is something that people do in traffic that really bothers you? (inspired by My Quest To Be A Good Girl)

When they pick their nose like it's nobody's business, even with windows rolled down or in un-tinted wind shields. It is just gross! I also hate it when people put their feet up on the dashboard, and they have really filthy, dirty, duck feet! Above all, drivers with hands but NO BRAINS!

8. Whose autographs have you collected? (You can stop at five, in case you’re an autograph hound or celebrity stalker).

I only have Jim Carrey (who I think is Canadian), Tom Cruise (when I was a teenager and I saw him in a cafe' in New York) and Oscar dela Hoya (the handsome Mexican boxer and I practically dove onto his table in an L.A. Chinese restaurant!). I hate it when a fanatic crowd will kill you for an autograph so I prefer to get it when there are few people in sight. But I am a proud holder of Ronaldinho and Messi's (FC Barcelona) signature on a magazine cover that I have displayed, laminated and framed! hahaha

Bonus: Where do you go to find solitude, tranquility or connection to a higher power?

Where else but the sea. I love watching the sun set on a beach front, quietly watching the small ripples in the water. The sea always makes me feel at peace and one with the world and the universe. I may have been a mermaid in a previous life.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

SCARS. (Short Story Fiction)

2011-08-06T16:29:00.000-04:00

Prologue:

At 15, with a body of a full grown woman, it wasn't hard for Adella to blend with the other "putas." Her best friend is Carlota, a tranny whore, known in 'her' younger days as Carlos. Adella is 5'2" tall, but full bodied with breasts that scream a 36 DD cup. Carlota towers over her at almost 6' flat plus 5-inch platform heels, has a shrill voice and an undeniable pitchy laugh, and has really been more like Adella's guardian. "Bucho" is their butt ugly pimp. His face rough and hairy, pimple-scarred; his eyebrows bushy and thick that meets at his nose bridge making him look very sinister. Bucho's nose is bent and crooked, left unfixed. He is a very nasty man, well, all "pimps" are. When he met Adella, she was almost 15 years old and he drooled like a starving beast, jumped and "sampled" her right away. She wasn't a virgin however. Adella has had a boyfriend a year back, Marcello. He was already 19, Adella was 14, young and naive.
Adella believes she is unlucky with people she loved, they all leave her behind. Her Father had left their home when she was 10 years old. Her Mother, impoverished and despondent, decided to keep her youngest son, 8 month-old baby. Adella, plus two other younger brothers, were given away to relatives and other homes, where they had to serve as helpers for food and a roof above their heads. When Adella met Marcello, she hoped he would be her ticket out of the shit-hole. She was wrong. After having had enough of her young, fresh body, he disappeared from her life as quickly as he had appeared. At that time, feeling completely dejected and lost, Adella run away from her Auntie's place. Out on the streets on that cold night, she met Carlota. For a man-whore, Carlota has very huge augmented breasts, but Adella feels Carlota's heart is bigger. Carlota took her in, but since Adella didn't know what else to do for a living, she begged Carlota to introduce her to Bucho.

Epilogue:
It was a rainy night and the "sex business" was running low. Adella and Carlota huddled under a badly tattered tarpaulin in front of a dark sleazy bar in Tijuana. They shared a joint while they talked. Carlota was chattering endlessly about finding the love of her life who will marry her and make her a real queen. Adella just laughed and giggled as she always does when Carlota babbles. Carlota dutifully fixed the knots on Adella's corset and said, "Your breasts get bigger everyday chica, one they they will just burst and be no more!"
"Por favor Mama Carlota, stop teasing me. Maybe I can buy a new set when Bucho gives me my bonus!" Adella said excitedly.
Carlota piped in, "Adelina, estas loca? No seas tan idiota! Bucho never gives anybody a bonus, even if he said he will. I will just make a new one for you."
Adella speaks in her little child voice, "But I owe you too much Mama Carlota, I may not be able to pay you back!"
"Cono Adella, we will buy a nice, pretty cloth this Sunday and make a sexy new corset. I promise it will make you even look muy hermosa!" Carlota lovingly said.
Adella turns around, tiptoes to hug Carlota and said, "You will always be the most beautiful woman Mama Carlota, siempre."
"Si mi nina, I know that" and she breaks into a wild, warbling laugh.
They were still laughing when they were startled to hear loud voices and commotion happening inside the bar. They both rushed to look in.
Bucho, around less than a dozen men, were standing in a Mexican stand-off. They should have run away, but Carlota suddenly screamed and what happened next was complete chaos. Shots were being fired, chairs and tables thrown around, bottles hurled and used to whack heads. Adella hid behind the bar but she sees Carlota slumping down, she's been hit!
Without thinking, she runs to her side, shouting her name... "Mama... Mama Carlota!"
Just when she reached Carlota's body, a man pulls at her hair and drives a broken bottle across her face. Adella fell unconscious.

Conclusion:

The woman diligently mopped the old wooden floors. Sweat beads trickle down from her forehead to her face and neck. She didn't wipe them off but continues mopping. Her worn out dress cloaked what was once a voluptuous and shapely body. She stops to catch her breath. A small glean of light catches her face and she ducks quickly to evade it. If you were watching that moment, you would have caught a glimpse of the zigzagging keloid scars that marred her angelic face. The scar traces down from her left temple across her eyelid and into her cheeks and left upper lip. Jarring and bizarre to look at. This has kept Adella from the outside world and she has preferred the comforts of the dark since that night 14 years ago.
Adella looks like she in her mid-40's although she had just turned 30 years old. She is a far cry from the young woman that she was before. She was sexy, pretty and popular. She owned the top ranking talent for Bucho, her pimp, among his stable of whores. She would pole dance, lap dance, only to the choicest customers and highest bidding clients. Back in the days when she still allowed herself to wish and to hope. She is now serving the Nuns in this Old Monastery, but even these people who have vowed their lives to God, preferred to keep Adella in the back room. They did not want her to scare the village people, especially the children. After all, she looks hideous. There were many times Adella had tried to kill herself, but even with death, she has been unlucky.
She had finished mopping and started wiping the floors dry. As she finishes, she looks around to see if there was anybody else, then she packs her tools and walks briskly with her head bowed down. The Nuns have given her a room at the back of the convent's kitchen.
Adella stops walking momentarily and hears movement and breakfast being made. It must be 4:30 in the morning. Her morning chores done, she rushes to bathe, then she picks up a set of old clothes from a box and puts it on. She never combs her hair. It was once golden brown, long, and soft. Her hair wet and still dripping, she goes to the small sink and brushes her teeth. Through a small window, she peers carefully at the rising sun, it's early light trying to break into the sky. She sighs deeply.
There are no mirrors in her room, just a small crucifix, a Bible and a rosary given to her by Sister Mary Marguerite. To Adella, Sister Mary Marguerite is a living Saint. And to Sister Mary Marguerite, Adella is her beautiful, lost child.
Adella closes her eyes as a tight knot squeezes her heart. In her mind, she sees flashes of faces; Mama Carlota, Bucho, her brothers who probably believe she is already dead; her father, her mother, crying; Marcello, the only man she loved in her life; the faces of many different men she hardly knew, smiling, laughing, in ecstasy.
She unconsciously touches her scars and reflects: "I have mattered so little in this world, I am even more insignificant now." A lone tear falls down from her right functioning eye, "I did promise Sister Mary Marguerite that today is not a good day to die. Perhaps tomorrow, the day after, or some day, I will finally get lucky."
Hell has been her life. Maybe in her after-life, she thinks there might be a heaven.

TMI Tuesday: IN THE SUMMERTIME

2011-08-02T08:21:00.000-04:00

1. What is your favorite summer clothing item or outfit?
I have a crazy preference for white apparel for summer. It's fresh and clean looking under the scorching heat of the sun. I love white summer dresses and going out with either white bikini under it or au naturelle.

2. Did you or will you take a summer vacation? If yes, where did you go?

I just went around, within the country. I had a short week in Valencia and stayed in Ibiza for a getaway with a couple of friends and of course, Anton. How can I forget that?

3. What is your ideal weekend away (e.g. city, beach or wilderness)?

I prefer the beach. I have a lifetime love affair with the water. I must have said this in my self intro Blog Post earlier. Now tell me, why wouldn't you want to get down, dirty and naked in a place like this?

4. What would you pack for a naughty weekend?

Naughty to me sounds nice. Well besides my sun-protection lotion, I take along a hat, several scarfs, and the barest minimum of undies. I just bring 2 sets of travel clothes, a party dress. I forget everything that you use under the clothes. Sometimes, I bring some whipped cream, but otherwise, ice cubes and ice cream work for me. Scarfs are very versatile, y'know. You can tie your hair with it, or hands, or just drape it.

5. What item(s) do you never unpack, never take out of the luggage from trip to trip?
I travel frequently, so I have a survival physical hygiene kit. Toothbrush, toothpaste, facial wash, sun block lotion, body lotion and above all, a feminine wash. Every suitcase I have would have this staple kit in it. I am totally OCD with hygiene and I have a thing about smelling fresh all the time.

Bonus: Last vacation sex… Tell us what happened

or
I will post a Blog about this. I just have a full story to narrate. ;)

Bonus: Which celebrity would you like to be locked in a hotel room with for 24 hours and what would you do to them.

Ian Somerhalder

I will tie him up on the bed. I will make him my sex slave. I will pleasure myself on him endlessly. I will lick him clean like a pussy cat licks itself clean. I will feed him and bathe him and then have my way with him again and again.
If I get bored and tired, I will bring in another man, then let them feast on me. Or I'll let each of them watch and jerk off while I take in one , then at the same time. Goodness, this is driving me insane! I want more than 24 hours. It will be three nights and four days without ever leaving the room. Just the balcony perhaps, under the moonlight.

Mark Wahlberg

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Happy Birthday To Me!

2011-07-29T17:18:00.000-04:00

My birthday present to all of my Followers.

This was taken a few years ago when I was a Travel Account Executive and part-time trying to be a commercial model. Not a lot of years. I think I really posed a little awkward and stiff. That was a quick career.
Salud!

Birthday Buffet (Non-Fiction)

2011-07-28T16:32:00.000-04:00

I truly didn't expect what my friends were up to. The hoodlums connived (girlfriends and gay friends) and wanted me to have a good birthday treat since this will be my last year in the 20's decade. (What a pain!) Last night they picked me up from my place, blindfolded me and then drove off. Night outs without my own car makes me feel naked. I was helpless and their chattering, annoying laughters and whispers were getting to me.
We got off, they all held me up to help me walk. The minute I heard the blaring music, the smell of cigarette smoke, I knew we were at a bar. They all went suddenly quiet but I could tell they were giggling and I was getting excited and impatient. Then they took off my blindfold. Coño! We were in a fucking gay bar! And they had rented off a Private Room. There were 6 girlfriends and 3 gay friends. 4 of the 6 girls are married. This will be a really crazy night!
We got into the room and they asked me to sit right at the center. I told them I was not going to get married but they hushed me. There was a karaoke, a bar with loads of drinks and finger food in the room where the light came from. Rest of the room was dark. After a few minutes, the room went pitch black and we all screamed! I knew we will have a private male strip show!!! Then loud oomph-oomph sexy music blasted!

The first set was a strip dance from 5 sexy male "stallions!" They were hung like horses and had cock rings. Whew! Hot! They were throwing their "schlongs" in our faces, I shrieked! The married girls grabbed and stroked it, my gay friends stood behind. I assumed they would have a full meat buffet much later. The next set was from a relatively known sexy, male porn star, who I think is totally gay. Except that he looks ridiculously delicious, buffed and huge! His show was just for me yet I was screaming like a little girl in a slaughterhouse. He stripped butt naked right in front of me. Since we were in a private show, we could do most anything with these guys. I wanted to touch him but I just realized I didn't have it in me. Besides, I wanted more to drink. My friends pulled him away and had a feast. I was thinking too much I blew it. The other guys came back again and started dancing some kind of orgy dance and my banshee gay friends went berserk! The room was booming with screeching, shouting and yelling! I didn't blink and I felt so stimulated by it I think I might be gay myself!

We were all drunk silly, wild and had some crazy party! The girls were shameless and unstoppable, I was so hoarse howling, whistling and enjoying Tequila body shots! We stayed on doing stupid things, until I drunk dialled Anton (aka Jake in my My Beaver Diary) and asked him to pick me up since it was almost half past 3:00A.M. Absolutely no one was thinking straight. My friends teased me no end about calling him, but I felt so hot I wanted him badly.
Anton arrived in a jiffy. He gave me one look, shook his head and said I was totally wasted. I laughed giddily and kissed him. We said our goodbyes but I was draped on Anton as he nearly carried me to his truck. Feeling flushed and hot all over I started taking off my clothes till I was down to my thongs. Anton was smiling and shaking his head but he could barely focus on his driving. I reclined my seat and started fondling my nipples and playing with myself. I was moaning. Those huge sausages turned me on.

We must have flown because shortly, we were already in Anton's open garage. He rushed to my side, opened the truck door, pulled my legs out and took off my panties. He placed my legs over his shoulders then went to ravage my pussy. It didn't take long, I was so horny I squirted cum on his face as I swooned and talked dirty. He had unzipped his pants, and quickly thrust his hard cock roughly into me. I gasped and tightened with excitement, the early morning breeze and air-conditioning still cold on my skin and his body and dick so hot inside me. I held on to the car seat and using my legs, I pulled him further to me. I wanted to feel all of him. My pussy was making wet, squishing sounds, I was madly electrified. He fucked me like a beast. A huge current of stimulation wrapped around me down to my pussy and I exploded in an overwhelming orgasm my moaning sounded like whimpers, I nearly cried. Anton kept pumping, then he let out a deep howl, pulled his dick out, jerked it off a bit then sprayed his cum all over my naked body it glistened in the dark. My clit was still throbbing and my vagina walls vibrating, I started trembling.
Between wet sticky body fluids and sweat, Anton lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me softly on the lips. (Dios mio, it felt so good, his lips and breath was scorching hot.) In a low voice he said, "Happy birthday Patricia."
I sighed and held him by the neck and kissed him passionately and deeply.
Then I softly hummed on his ear, "Thanks buddy."
We laughed. He took off his shirt and asked me to wear it, got my shoes on the truck's floor to put it on me. We walked inside his house, I can smell our sex all over me. I dropped the shirt off as soon as we got inside and walked straight into his bathroom.
Anton was right behind me and he had also stripped naked. Under the rainforest shower, I felt Anton's body on my back, I tingled. He held me by the shoulders to face him. I saw that he was hard again.
Grinning, he asked, "Now that you had your appetizer, would you like your main course?"
I giggled, wrapped my fingers on his girth, and with my thumb, played the sticky fluid on his cock head, and breathlessly I said, "Yes I would love that. I want my steak rare."
One more day before my birthday but I am absolutely loving these glorious presents. I am inclined to consider among all those treats, cocks and dicks, Anton so far, as the best gift I got this year. Oh yes!

TMI Tuesday - AT THE MOVIES

2011-07-26T07:55:00.000-04:00

1. Why do you go to the movies?

a. To feel

b. To think

c. To escape

d. To enjoy the air conditioning

I could rank order these since I go to the movies depending on why I want to see a film. Most times I go to get some entertainment, which is generally an "escape" or to think, particularly if I have heard good critics review about the film. While watching, sometimes I do get carried away and I start to feel with the characters. Well, except for d.

2. In the last six months, have you viewed more movies at home or at the movie theatre?

I have mostly watched in our home theater. Maybe I went to the movie house only twice in 6 months.

3. What was the last movie you watched at home? At the theatre?

At home, I watched several Indie films, "127 Hours", "Bending All The Rules", "watched this Julia Roberts thing, "Eat, Pray, Love". I have always loved the fascinating computer effects of epic movies such as Harry Potter Part VII and VIII, and I went to the theater for the total surround impact. If the movie boasts of fantastic CGI, it's worth going to the movie house to experience it.

4. Which do you enjoy most in a movie?

a. Two beings battling to death such as Godzilla and Mothra (or any foe), Gladiator

b. Car chase scene such as Ronin, Fast & the Furious

c. Major heist such as Italian Job, Ocean’s Eleven, Snatch

d. Epic battle scene such as Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings: Two Towers

I have been dreaming of Vin Diesel in my bed with me and getting down and dirty for a couple of years now, (I don't believe he is gay, and I don't really care); so if you mention Fast and Furious, I don't care for the plot, just the explosion of testosterone on the screen, so that's b. Mark Wahlberg, George Clooney, Jason Statham, oh come on! Is this a trick question? I totally lust for these men. That's c. I choose b and c and can just waste the opportunity for a and d, but I don't squirm when I go watch them too.

5. In your opinion, which movie(s) have the best or most enjoyable sex scenes?

Well I will have to say there are 3 scenes that will forever be in my memory bank for life. Top of my list is the love scene between Olivier Martinez and Diane lane in "Unfaithful". Hot hot hot!

"Y Tu Mama Tambien" is next, ooh la lah. And how can I forget, The History of Violence; oh my god!

6. Which of these is your favorite Hollywood movie plot?

a. Boy meets girl

b. The Jesus Story (apocalyptic; someone is saving the world)

c. Fish out of Water

d. Buddy movie

Chick flick plots for me - Boy meets girl. spice it with violence, mystery and sex, and I am completely hooked.

7. What is your favorite movie genre? (Thriller, comedy, action/adventure, drama, mystery, fright, etc.)

I like Thriller movies that mixes murder-mystery-whodunnit type. I like to watch Fright, Scary movies at home. I find these to be an incredible foreplay, fear makes me horny. I may be weird. I like comedy-romance. I am not much into drama-romance.

8. In movies, what makes you cry?

a. mistreatment of a prime, likeable character

b. gushy, mushy romance (e.g., marriage proposals, couple finally proclaim their love)

c. very scary jump-out-at-you, make-you-pee-your-pants scenes

d. anyone or anything dying.

Death scenes always move me, without fail. Be it a human, a pet hamster, just anyone or anything dying. you will see me sniffling, tearing up and shamefully crying.

Bonus: What is your favorite movie? Why?

I am surprised I am at a loss with this question. I like so many movies for different reasons. The story, the actors, the cinematography. I would say I have at least 3 favorite ones. The Pirates of the Caribbean Series. Johnny Depp. Period. Brokeback Mountain, I really think this is a poignant film about love and relationships. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, this movie profoundly moved me.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Birthday Blues: Dating, Sex and Looking for Love

2011-07-25T05:54:00.000-04:00

Ever since the day I became officially un-engaged, I have yet to meet and find the man that people describe as worthy to "grow old with". I must have told you stories I have fictionalized in this Blog, but honestly, most of these are encounters I have had experienced myself or have vicariously experienced with my girl friends, who are fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on what you believe in) are in the same Facebook status as I am. (Single, and hoping.)
Well maybe I am not hoping for it to happen fast or soon enough. Perhaps I am too busy exploring and enjoying things as they come and men as they drop from somewhere.

However it seems that part of growing up and acquiring some wisdom through the years (bear with me, it will be my birthday soon in the next 3 days), make you a little bit more contemplative about what you want out of love and relationships. A few days ago, I decided to dedicate some pages of my real life experiences, mostly sexual, and maybe I will add the romantic stuff soon, on here: My Beaver Diary
I am enjoying a sweet life. Almost a decade ago, I had a quick stint as a commercial and part-time photography model; I was in the travel and leisure business; and now, I have successfully worked myself out from our family business. And in the next month, will be on a new career. But I will never stop enjoying wine.
I have been asked, quite often, why someone like me (yes, I do have great looks) would find it hard to settle and find the right man. I would like to answer that question.
It is not about how hot you look. Finding and keeping a relationship beyond the wild sex is much, much more work. And I would rather stay on this same course of exploring the rest of the world, until I find someone willing to help sustain a relationship for life. I have not lost my idealism despite my "frequent failures" and it's ironic, if I could only add up those moments into my frequent fliers club, I could have travelled the world thrice over.
So this Post here is my moment of wisdom. I turn 29. Single. Happy. And still totally hot.
I know the "happy" thing does not last very long until the next heartbreak or the next great expectations exercise. I am taking my time enjoying my life, the men in it and everything else in between. In my Beaver Diary I will tell-all, and sometimes, I tell these men that I love to write and Blog about it. They are too busy in my "body is a wonderland" to take me seriously. Therefore, I exercise my editorial prerogative to post the pages of my journal that are worth remembering. After all, it's my diary and journal.

And until then, Happy birthday to me! If I drunk-blog post in the next few days, then just enjoy it. I will be sober sometime.

TMI Tuesday - REGRETS

2011-07-18T15:42:00.000-04:00

REGRETS and TMI Tuesday

Courtesy of the Ultra Sensual: Hedone - The Pleasure Principle

1. What was the last thing you regret buying? A pair of reed-like, cigarette heel faux snake skin shoes (5 inches) that was too expensive, a little bit too uncomfortable, even in bed.

2. What was the last sex toy you regret buying? I have not really bought a sex toy. My toys are mostly presents I received from friends.

3. Briefly describe a time that you had sex, and you should not have. Why did you do it? The guy was someone I used to work with. We were in an off-site seminar for an entire weekend. The second night I drank myself silly and I was very fresh out of a break-up with my fiance'. He knew about this and for a brief moment I thought he was with me to listen to my heartache and soothe me. We were at the beach front, away from the rest of the people who were either half-dead in drunk stupor or deep asleep, it was almost 3:00 A.M. He started touching me and I didn't stop him. I probably needed a man to make me feel I can be loved. I was vulnerable and weak and angry. I did not find him mildly as someone I would see after, but we went for it. He was shaking in ecstasy while I was completely out of it, still thinking of my ex. On hindsight, I think I used him. I didn't even allow him intimate kisses nor did I want him to go down on me. I let him fuck me twice that night. I felt so horridly dirty and sinful back in my room in the shower. I just cried and did not sleep till morning. I decided not to speak to him ever. He stalked me for a while, then decided to spread bad stories about me, calling me a "bitch", a "slut" and a "witch"; and he is probably right. I have left that job a long time back. I think he fell hard for me while I still haven't forgiven myself for letting him.

4. If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would it be? My current age, as in now.

5. A good friend’s significant other flirts with you; would you tell your good friend? No. If my friend ask, I will. This is a regular occurrence for me. My girlfriends always joke that you can leave me a billion dollars and I would not touch a single cent. But don't leave your boyfriend behind with me. I don't really flirt to be hit on, I am just the type that men honestly want to fuck. I find it more a curse than a blessing.

6. What is your greatest professional regret? For example: Promotions you did not accept; Internship opportunities you did not pursue; Inventions/ideas you did not share.

Having quit my full-time job when my mother passed and work with our family business for my Dad. It's a nightmare, and its harder to get out of it than I thought it will be.

Bonus: What is your biggest regret? I don't like to dwell on my life's failures or regretful moments. I choose to move on. There is a lot of pain and heartache, but once I have decided to close the Chapter, it is closed. I love kids and I am still envious of a few of my friends who have babies, a loving husband and a family. I would love to have a baby of my own someday. Maybe someday soon.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Sex In The City 3: Kiss, Cab, Hotel

2011-07-18T07:20:00.000-04:00

I wanted to say "Hello" but then again ... Marcus' Post, don't speak when your mouth is full. We didn't say a lot of words, we just kissed, for a long time. I completely forgot we were in a public airport and I lost myself in that kiss.
He said "Hello" breathlessly, I murmured "Hello" back. Then he took my hand and we found our way out of the airport. I squeezed myself close to him and we kept on stealing kisses every opportunity we got. I was in a complete daze I was aching for him.
He said we will take a cab to my hotel. I keep forgetting we were not in a room and I needed to calm my nerves as I could hardly hear his voice above the noise and the loud booming of my heart. I think I asked Rocky to disappear and give me private time, now I am not so sure I did manage to send her a message. Did I? But what the fuck? I can always drive her away.
We must be in luck, we got a cab. Barely able to contain ourselves, I told the cab driver my hotel name and we grabbed each other like sex-starved rabbits. I pulled him close from his shirt collar and kissed him passionately. His hands were all over my breasts and managed to find itself inside my shirt, caressing my left boob, I moaned. My nipples popped out and my pussy gushed, we kept stroking each other. I peeked at the rear view mirror and I knew the cabbie was grinning ear to ear. I pulled myself away with great difficulty but kept my right hand on his crotch, rubbing his throbbing now engorged dick. I whispered on his ear, "You are soiling your jocks by now, my dear Marcus."
He hardly managed to croak, "Don't stop Trickie, just keep at it, and why on earth did you wear jeans?"
I smiled, "Because I am a tease, and I want to keep you wanting me."
We exchanged short quips and pleasantries about the weather, work, while I slyly covered his lap with my large shoulder bag and unzipped him. Marcus was definitely too happy to see me, his cock almost flew out of his slacks. He was so hard he was squirming on his seat. I gave him a very gentle hand job using the juices from his dick to lubricate my hands.
Welcome to New York! We got caught in the usual city traffic and the air conditioning in the car wasn't enough to contain our body heat. Marcus bit and licked his lips, looked at me, begging me to give him head. I just grinned. We've barely been 20 minutes in the cab and it will take just about 15 minutes more, give or take the weekend's lighter traffic and the cabbie's skills.
I lean close to his ear, "We're almost there. Just a couple more .." The he kissed me again, his lips hot, his tongue all over my mouth. I slowly zipped him back but he just grabbed on to my breasts and started mashing it. I let him slide his hand to my crotch and rub it. I kept one eye open as the driver was enjoying our moments with us. I was feeling so light headed and dehydrated, I pushed him away gently and tapped his crotch lightly.
"Stay. Play dead" and I chuckled.
Driver announces, "The Hilton" and he stopped right at 6th Avenue. I sighed as my mind is filled with lustful thoughts I can hardly breath and I wish we make it to the room. I was toying with scenarios in my head, I badly need to shower my sticky feeling in my jeans and I desperately don't want to waste a huge, hard-on. Oh my, decisions!

The Architect - A New Short Story

2011-07-13T05:10:00.000-04:00

"What the fuck is taking her so long? Where is she?" Alvin muttered under his breath as he checks his watch. It's half past the witching hour. He flicks the stub of his last cigarette out of the half-opened window of his car. As he crushed the empty pack, he realized he just opened that one a couple of hours ago. He was having dinner with the the guys in his team. He opens his glove compartment feeling with his hand to pull out a fresh pack. He stares at it for a moment, decides to put it down the console. He reclines his back on the driver's seat and twirls the lighter on his fingers.

Alvin has been seated inside his car for the last six hours staring at the geometric, designed beach house. The sprawling beauty rests elegantly between trees, her back is splashed by soft waves of the Malibu shoreline. An obrae maestra. Alvin is parked a good 6-7 metres away from the house, obscurely, a spot far from the street light.

He sighs as his mind flits back to thoughts about Marianne. Marianne is the lovely lady who owns the house. He looks out at the street and back to the house. "She'll be home. She never stays for an all-nighter. She always comes home." Alvin tells himself loudly. A painful knot squeezes his heart and he shuts his eyes. He imagines her full, pink lips as they part when she is listening; the soft curve of her jaw that sets her finely chiselled face; mesmerizing hazel eyes; her long brown hair she tends to play with when she is in deep thought; a slim neck that leads to porcelain-clear skin and bountiful breasts ... ravishing.

Alvin has been in love with Marianne for 4 years, 9 months, 17 days and about 7 hours. Sadly, she is NOT in love with him. Alvin believes in his heart someday she will be. A successful architect and bachelor at 37 years old, Alvin has had at least 3 relationships; one of which was intimate. They all ended rather sourly and no one comes close to how Marianne makes him feel. She's the one. The perfect one for him. The only woman he feels worthy to be worshipped for the rest of his life.

The beach house was his labor of love for Marianne. He meticulously designed it to fit the most beautiful woman for him. It took 18 months to build it. Tall glass windows, high ceilings, airy, spacious, an elegant and dazzling structure. He had dreamt of this design for her.

However, in Marianne's eyes, Alvin was the kind and sweet Architect; once she has told him, "a good catch for some lucky lady." Alvin's heart almost exploded with those words that he badly wanted to tell her, she is "the lucky lady."

Alvin did ask her out once, but she had politely declined and kept their interaction within the boundaries of client-architect terms. Alvin did not see that as a rejection, it is just Marianne being the decent lady that she is. It did not stop Alvin from longing for her, desiring her and loving her to great extents.

He has kept a vigilant watch on her since a month after they met. He has seen all the men who had been with Marianne and how she enjoys their company and attention. There have been many men. But across the street like a loyal guard dog, Alvin watches Marianne every day. And tonight is just one of those many nights. A bitter acid stirs in his gut making Alvin lurch. His ulcer cramps has kept him company on these nights. Caffeine and nicotine acidity made him sick but he ignores these.

Through half-shut eyes, Alvin sees some distant light and hears the sound of an engine. His heart races, he holds his breath, head bent low he peers through the heavily tinted wind-shield.

Alvin has never been caught as he has mastered the science of stalking Marianne. He is careful and cautious. He focuses intently and sees a dark SUV stop right in front of Marianne's house.

Alvin smiles and grabs his binoculars. A muscular tall and lean man in a light blue shirt and jeans gets off from the driver's side and moves quickly to open the passenger's door.

"It's Marianne!" She gets down and Alvin sees her glowing skin barely covered by a short beige dress, her breasts cleavage stood proudly even in the dark. He hears her voice and sensual laugh, "she sounds giddy." He watches more intently.

Their arms were around each other's waist. Alvin feels a rush of blood rise to his face, he bites his lips and grunts.

The man and Marianne start to kiss, passionately; she threw back her head and was grabbing his hair. Alvin's hands tightened on his binoculars, his head was buzzing with lack of sleep and the loud beating of his heart.

They stop kissing and walk slowly to the porch. Alvin sees the man's hand gently slide on Marianne's back stopping at her butt. Alvin hissed. She giggles and wraps her arms around the man's neck and kissed him again. Alvin's stomach grumbled he had to duck as he feared that they might have heard the sound.

Tentatively, he raises his head and sees the couple walk into the door and disappear from view.

The lights went off in the house and Alvin switches to night vision.

Right in the living room lounge he watches Marianne drop her dress, recline on the sofa, raise her legs, while the man goes down on her.

Alvin feels his body heat rise, his cock stirring, he quickly unzips his fly and with one hand strokes himself. Alvin moans, licks his drying lips and imagines his tongue in Marianne's wet pussy; he is extremely aroused.

His left hand grips tightly on the the goggles as he continually jerks his cock. With Marianne's legs up in the air, Alvin watches as the man moves to thrust his body into her. He sees her mouth open in ecstasy and without missing a beat, Alvin jerks off while the man pumps into Marianne faster. Alvin swears he hears Marianne moan and call his name and he feels her body heat on his.

A couple of minutes later, Alvin adjusts his seat, opens the pack of cigarettes and lights one. As he drags into the cigarette, he starts the car.

He drives slowly past the house, blows a kiss. Almost a little too loudly he said, "I will see you tonight my love!"

Alvin drives on, checks the time, sees that it was almost six in the morning. He mumbles, "Two hours before work, yeah, just enough time." Feeling light hearted, Alvin shouts at the breaking dawn, "I knew she will come home. She always does!" And he smiles broadly into the rising sun.