Learning you.

I sat under the stars on my roof.
My special roof, that nobody else can seem to get on...
Musiq Soulchild serenades me, as I lean back against my window pane. A breeze danced around my hair, making me hug myself.
A smile crept up on my face.

It had been a while since we had spoken, and even longer since our last rendezvous, and as I sat, perched in the dark, each one of my nerve endings burnt against the crisp air.
I must put up a challenge; my pussy was wet with a few simple words from him.

I was reliving everything, from start to finish...
I wanted him like no other.

In the time that we disappeared from each other, he was still alive in my mind.
I thought about his life; what I knew and what I didn’t.
Being a curious cat, I wondered about things like what he ate for dinner, did we wear socks to sleep, where did he go for after works drinks.

My mind slithered into darker waters, too.
I speculated what he looked like as he fucked her.
Did he sigh as he came rushing into her mouth?
Perhaps, he thought of me as he lifted her arse and pushed himself inside, pulling her down so that he could whisper decadent filth into her ear as he took her deeply, completely?
I had imagined him parting her flesh with his tongue, slowly lapping at her swollen cunt.
Her hands scratching at his shoulders as she grinded against his nose.
His adept fingers tickling her clitoris, before sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
Was he provoked with thoughts of me as he pleasured her?

How much did I infiltrate his world?
It was a question I had asked myself over and over.
Countless times.
Would he sit down and contemplate the same about the little girl?
I found myself lost in visions of our coupling of flesh regularly;
his dick using me;
using each part of my body as he climaxed in me, over me, with me, no position unknown and every orgasm heady.
I saw him marking me. Slaps, bites, scratches, burns.
I imagined our lovemaking desperate and raw, our bodies thrashing together in the primal heat we had stoked over such a long time…


I wanted to know every part of him instead of the few fragments I had grown to love.
I wanted to learn him, just as he had begun to learn me.

Peaks and Troughs...

The past two days have been the first time I haven't had to worry about work (much), or family.
I've been able to be myself, and have fun for myself.

Yes. I saw The HunchBack.
I spent the night with him... but that's not the only reason for my being ever so happy.

I met up with a few other people.
...and I loved their company.
Tuesday, I was treated to Pizza Express, a walk down South Bank, and I was taken to Tate Modern... which I was a bit disappointed by, there weren't so many things that caught my attention, and even then, there weren't many pieces that were interesting or could be interpreted in a fun way.
But, hey, I saw a hairy muff.
That's got to say something!

Alchi was absolutely lovely.
I genuinely enjoyed his company, and didn't have evil thoughts in my head.
Not like when I met up with KbW on Wednesday morning... I was regretting asking him to meet me.
It pissed me off that he was still trying it on, when I was crying into his shoulder.
Yea.

Oh, before I forget.
...because I will.
I saw a Chandler/Matthew Perry Look A Like.
I also saw Mme. Douglas.
She didn't know who I was.
She obviously hates me. I remembered on my way home that she used to give us a months' worth of work to do in one night.
I never used to do them well.

I also went to the o2...
Watched a movie, watched people, watched myself dance...
I really enjoyed myself.
Ma protegé was absolutely amazing. She reminds me of my younger self so much.
But, with self-belief, determination and a direction.

...and yes, seeing the HunchBack was beautiful.
We went for Maki, Ice Creams and a walk under the London Eye...
Even someone like me, who hates Romance, appreciated the beauty of being with someone you have feelings for in the middle of a buzzing crowd, music of so many different styles, people of diferent ages, walks of life etc... Yet, for the first time, you don't people watch.
You're so into what's going on with you.

I hardly slept.
Well, whenever I did finally manage to drift off, I'd feel him between my legs again.
I'm not complaining, though; it was Heaven.
For a few hours, I was free.
I had no neurotic thoughts, no worries, no doubts... I wasn't thinking in the past or the future.
I was just being in the moment.
...and I experienced that moment with Quasi.

We discussed what we'd name our child if I fell pregnant. We discussed what options I would have, and that we should run away and get married.
All nothing but talk...
But, for a girl like me, the butterflies in my tummy just wouldn't settle.
Resulting in my not being able to stomach breakfast.

I told him about my OD story.
...it took everything in me not to cry and break down in his arms.
He told me how he had faith in me, and how he saw big things in store, if only I put my enthusiasm and love into whatever I do.
I have friends who say I'm capable of grand things, but it's all a bit superficial when people say thigns like that.
Even if it is Kenan.
Maybe I'm wearing Rose Coloured Sparkly Shades, but Quasi's conviction seemed genuine and heartfelt.

I spent most of Wednesday weeping.
..because I realised I still had hope.

I called him when I got home, to let him know I wasn't abducted by aliens.
He was out grabbing a bite to eat, and said he'd call later.
He did.
I was half asleep.
He turned cold.

It doesn't help when people like Grumpster and Pop are upset that you forgot to even think of them.
...and they don't even want to hear your apology, they just want you to suffer.
Well, congratulations.

An incredible high ended with a sharp low.

Impulsive...?

So, we decided to meet up today.

Grumpster and I.

...but he had to shoot off to court.

Yes, I have a thing for people who have an invisible chain that drags them to the courts all the time.

So, I went and had a wax.

A bit more pleasurable than usual;

Sally touched my clit, and then pressed into it each time she ripped out more hairs...

Hers fingers gently stroked against it whilst she worked on my lips.

I think she was doing it on purpose, because I knew I was wetter than usual.

She did my ArseCrack really weird, too.

It felt like she was ringing my sphincter, as if to tickle it.

On a normal day, I have to change my knickers after a wax session.

Today, I had to peel my knickers off because I was so wet.

I decided to get my hair cut today, too.

Just because I was walking past Kenan's hairdresser.

I walked up the steps, and in a matter of seconds I was leaning against the sink and having bosoms thrust in my face, whilst the lady washed my hair.

I only wanted a bit of a trim and shape put back in...

I really didn't want to change it much.

I mentioned how it had become a mop and was really heavy.

She said she'd thin it out...

My hair is now short and really thin.

But I like it.

I then walked back into Town.

I was meant to go to New Look for a new pair of Pumps.

Instead, I went for Sushi...

...on my own, may I add?

I've always found it hard to dine on my own.

...but a place like Basaba or Yo! Sushi makes it quite fun.

I'd never sit down at KFC on my own, though.

I managed to do a Mind Map for BAYS and sort out some paperwork.

Things I didn't need to do, but felt I had to, right at that moment in time.

Vatti called then, and I gave some blasé story...

I realised, I had only meant to pop out for an hour... It had been three.

I paid, and left.

...and lied.

I said I'd take the next bus back, when in fact my feet were taking me towards New Look.

A cardigan, strapless dress, pumps and bags of SuperDrugs and Boots goodies later, I was waiting at the bus stop.

I pulled the cardi out of the bag, and put it on straight away.

Bright Pink.

I ran up the stairs as soon as I got home.

My neon pink heels.

I hadn't touched them since I bought them.

I laid them out in front of the mirror, and I stripped.

Everything.

Clips, socks, nail varnish.

The heels were too bright to battle with anything else, but my body.

I slowly started to put on the different clothes I had accumulated in the past Summer months.

I cloaked myself in Vanity, and the camera started flashing.

Yes...
I texted Quasi... and read that I arranged to meet up with him on Friday night.
Spend the night.
It won't happen, and I never would ask something like that, but today Impulse took over.

Snippet.

When you kiss, you don’t know what to do with his body.
“What do you want?” he asks you, and he has his hand in your panties.
Instead of saying “I want us to 69 and then I want to fuck you in the ass with your dildo,”
you decide to take things one step at a time and say, “well… um… you could… perhaps penetrate me”, meaning with his fingers, but he misunderstands, and smirks.

“Right. I’m going to fuck you,” and gives you such a smoldering look that you’re too embarrassed to correct him.
When you fuck, you retreat into yourself, suddenly shy. You’d already ridden out your drunkenness and so are no longer bold.
He enters you from behind, the two of you kneeling, and his hands cup your breasts and move down your body, urgently, like his hands were meant to cruise all over your skin.
You feed off of his pants and jerky body movements,
feeling like you’re being worshiped,
...feeling like this is worship.
There has to be something spiritual about all of this concentrated attention.
Religious, even.

You end up on your hands and knees, and your body feels nothing except red hot shards of pleasure at your core.
He grunts.
Swears.
Comes.

You don’t.

But you revel in the fact that you’ve reduced him to this.
This articulate,
overly-intellectual
person
to
one word:
Fuck.

Time for sleep.
He rolls away from you, turns out the lamp, says you can feel free to stay.
Not that he wants you to; but that you can feel free to.
He plays classical music on his iPhone.
You close your eyes.

Afterwards, you’ll look back on that moment as the moment that he lost interest.
But, for a few minutes at least, nothing else existed for him except you; and your quota for… whatever it is, was filled a little more.

All Work and No Play keeps Ness from Blogging

So, I've been working full time for five months.
Today, I've started my reduced hours.
It feels weird, and I haven't got anything done.
Considering I've got a back log of things to do, this really isn't a good thing.

The past five months have been strange.
I've had no break.
Working 14 hours a day, 7 days a week really is something that I wish everyone would experience.
You're always looking for your next break.
You forget about lunch and dinner, and instead fantasise about biscuits, carrots and other nibbles.
You pride yourself on being able to back up files on to an external hardrive, yet, you still avoid analysing those surveys that are now gathering dust.

It's strange.

You're organised, but things get past you.
Day to day things run so smoothly, when everything else is falling apart.
You can't remember which meeting's minutes you have to type up next, so you just leave them all in your to do pile.
...and when the pile gets too big, you shove it under your desk and create another pile.

Your life becomes work.
You don't sleep... for days, weeks, months.
You stop being awake.
You're in a constant state of fuzziness.

You get to work early so you can print off things ready for the day...
You busy yourself with your administrative tasks, and when the office, the fun begins.
The meetings.
Three hours a night of absolute PakiNess.
Doesn't matter what organisation, event, project it is.
It's the same faces, same catchphrases, same food.
Rice and Curry or Pizzas.
Some days if you're lucky, the hosts might forget and go for a mad dash in Tesco and you get cream doughnuts.
Nothing is ever done at these meetings.
They just need you to attend and waste away your hours.
This is how I spend my weeknights.

Apart from Fridays.
Fridays are Yoga Days.
I have my full lunch in the day time, and spend the day preparing for the strenuous routines that the instructor will put us through that evening.

I used to have Belly Dancing evenings, too.
But they were sacrificed, for my Islamic School Lessons.
Yes.
I teach at an Islamic School.
The very thoughts and ideas that I hate with a passion, I am feeding to children in KS1.
In my eyes, I am Evil.
In the school's eyes, I am Evil.

I remember the story about the Crow and the PeaCocks.
I am not a Crow.
...but I have to pretend.

Ah, the joys of working in the community.
I have become a well known face.
A much loved person - this I say without any cockiness at all.
It would be impossible to keep anything from the city, now.

Yet, there are only three people in the city who know of my well kept secret.
No, not about Quasimodo.
The other secret.
The dangerous one.
The religion secret.

Imagine how it would go down, now, if I came out clean?
Disaster.
I'd lose my fan base.

I really do have to be "good".
...so, this Islamic School stint is good.
It lets people think that I am a "good" girl.
So, what, I don't wear Hijaab, and I don't give my salaam to you every five minutes... I'm not a naughty girl, am I?

Sometimes, I wonder whether I could make it in the world of Thesbianism.
Is that even a word?
My eyes have been able to water at the drop of a hat.
My skin can become pale at my every whim.
My sorrow can be masked by my outgoing persona... and my bubbly persona can be erased with frowns and make-belief anger.
Could even the leading actors and actresses do the kind of shit that I come up with on a daily basis?
I think not.

Though, I think I need to practise more on how to act when dealing with emotions and attachment.
Yes.
Quasi's seen real tears, and real smiles.
He's heard real disappointment and real hopes.
Which is why I'm glad that we don't speak as much as we used to.

He's busy, and I'm busy.
We can never catch each other.
Which is good.
I can wean myself off him.

...but it's meant that I've not played or has an orgasm since the end of April.
I've now learnt the true meaning of Frustration.
I walk around with sopping panties almost everyday.
Thank Fuck that it's been warm enough to wear skirts.
The smallest thing sets me off, and all I can do is think about having Quasimodo between my legs again.
More often than not, I fear that I'll never experience it again.
...and I try my hardest to cling on to memories.
But, I'm a crazy bat with memory issues.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, and find your bullet on your belly, still vibrating, you experience a new kind of low.
Have things got so bad... so hectic... so pushed for time that you can't even start a Play Time without knocking out?

Pictures and a Thousand Words.

Thank you to my very lovely Bitch.

Possibly the best Birthday Presents I've ever received.

Wild Cherries Body Butter and All.

Random Words:

Tingle. Scratch. Neck. Bite. Mojito. Ice. Trickle. Quilt. Lick. Lobe. Towel.

Deep. Rub. Skin. Maki. Socks. Ness. Lotion. Red. Cock. Lips. Wrap.

Skirt. Trees. Sleeve Garters. Fingers. Thrust. Pillow. Wipe. Lady.

Chop Sticks. Stubble. Stroke. Coffee. Shower. Table. Alone. Heel. Gentleman.

Carmex. Wax. Nose. Cuddle. Vest.

FaceBook Ban.

I've been banned from FaceBook.
...but I don't understand why.

I've had naughty pictures up on there since last year.

It's 'cause of that group.
"Embrace the Nudity"
I can't find a few of the other pictures that were up there, and those people have vanished off FaceBook World, too.

Lol.

I is well bad, bredrin!

Attention Whore.

I'm keeping a tally.
... a record.

I like to mark every line down, and after every four I love that big diagonal stroke.

The area I work in is not a good area.
Drug Deals, Litter, Working Class Racist folk of all races, Lol.
But, I like one thing, that possibly most people in this society don't...

The male drivers.

I walk to and from work everyday, and it involves me walking from the bottom of this cruddy road right up to the top.
I've tallied 34 Beepings at me since 8.28 this morning.
That includes popping into Gregg's at lunch, too.
There's been 12 "Alright Beautiful/Gorgeous/Sexy/Darling/Stunner/Fitty/[insert other "nice" word]" today.

Considering my previous post, about my acne and greasy hair.
...and the fact that I wear a hideous coat, and my trousers being too big for me, I still got it!
Yea, ok, these men are just sleazing and would do/say the same to a tree with knots shaped like an arse and boobs..
...but I love it.

I was tempted a few times to go up and start chatting, but then I remembered the area.
Too close.
Too risky.

Saturdays are my skirt days.
I can't wait.

Flick, Flick, Flick....

'Cause I have nothing better to do at 1am on Monday morning.

..even though I have to be up early to get ready (and straighten my hair) for work.

Yes. I have a bruise.

God knows how I got it, though.

...and after reading a certain email I received recently, I felt like taking a picture of my arse

Ramblings...

I might have a job.
I start my "two week trial period" on Monday.
I sound like a product.

It's a tiny Optician's, with a woman who drools and has shakey eyes.

The Job Centre gave me £100 to spend on new clothes.
I abused it!
Not as much as I should have, though.
Oh well, two tops, three pairs of trousers, a skirt, and a pair of shoes isn't that bad, considering I didn't pay for them at all.

Amana still haven't got back to me about when they're starting.
=(
I was counting on that job.

Kumar messaged me again.
"Seeing as it's November now, when are you going to get my money to me?"
Lol.
She's so fucking up her arse.
She has three jobs.
Why is she so desperate to have a few pounds given back to her each month?
She knows I can't give it all back in one go.

Quasi is cute.
I've had dreams where I've used the L word with him.
... and I don't care that it's all doom and gloom in the future.
'Cause it's nice and fuzzy right now.

OMG.
My battery died in my vibe.
After 11 months, I was so shocked, and almost upset.
I forgot how powerful it is, though.

I think my Eczema's coming back.
I've had that weird Face Patch for over a year now.
..and now I've spotted patches on my arm that I keep itching.
Bring on the BetnoVate.

This extra horniness is adding to my SchlagNess.
I'm leading on a few guys, and I can't stop.
But none of them are like Quasi...
...Taylor comes VERY close, though.
Yum Yum Yum...

I love Tropicana.

I've been Viagra'd...

The past week has been very frustrating.
I've been horny non-stop since Friday.
I could have a frat slip and slide party going on in my pants right now.

I've been turned on in my sleep, too.
...and I've texted Taylor and Quasi whilst in a semi-concious state.

I'm actually sore from the amount of playtime I've had.
...but I can't stop.

I think I should've gone in for the kill when I was with Taylor last week.
I should've sat on his lap, and grinded away into bliss.

I so need a good seeing to.

Quasi says 4-6 weeks.
I don't think I can wait that long.
I think the next time I see him will be It.
I can't wait...

The thought of having him inside me is just too much right now.

....and it's Half Term so the kids are home and I've not got any privacy at all.
I think I might kill myself.

Pieces...

'Cause I'm a Camera Whore.

I'm losing weight...

..and I'm not even trying.
I never had an arse, but I swear I've lost half of what there was...

My belly's gone down...
so have my boobs, I think.

I don't understand!
I'm not as active as I usually am.
I eat left over chips, from the night before, for breakfast.
I'm just a slob!

Oh. Well.

I look nearly Yummy.

Pictures:

Yummy Taylor

Feeling shit and having had such a terrible week, I decided I wouldn't reschedule my plans to see Taylor...
I booked my tickets last night to see him.

...I guess I just wanted some male attention.
I wore a short skirt, suspenders and knee highs.
I woke up at half 5 to shave any left over hairs from my wax session!

I'm glad I went to see him.
He took me to Nandos.
I haven't had Nandos (in England) since May/June.
He took me to watch Eagle Eye.

He held my hand, and let me rest my head on his shoulder.
...and he tried to regrow his stubble, specially for me.
=)
It wasn't properly stubble, though.

It's not like I ever hid the fact that I fancied him.
Everyone knows.
Even back when I was in Sixth Form, and I met him for the first time round; He made me feel like putty.

He let me play with his ear lobe.
Squeeze his hand when I got startled..
..and snuggle into his neck.

Sometimes, that's all a girl just needs.
A chance to play with ear lobes and be cuddled.

But, is it right to be snuggling up to another guy - as yummy as he is - when you've got a HunchBack thinking of you...?
But then again, HunchBack hasn't spoken to you in a while, and hasn't replied to any texts sent either...

I felt his finger trace a line from my arse down to the back of my knee at the movies, and I caught him glancing down my top when he thought I wasn't looking.
I think he even tried to kiss me, when I hugged him goodbye.

...and a part of me is kicking Nessy.
He's too Yummy.

What's going on in her head...?

Random words:

Bed sheets. Bra. AntiSeptic. Boobies. Money. Vibrator. MouthWash. Job Search. Kiss. Vomit. Southern Comfort. Bum. Bite. My Skirt. Alone. Temperature. Moan. Fever. Bite. Skin. Headache. His Floor. Stupid Sister.

...DeepNessy...

I wrote this last year.

The sun fell between the leaves of the big tree and dappled across her face,
highlighting her eyelashes as she slowly fluttered her eyes and finally closed
them again. She lay under the tree, on her front with her head rested on her
crossed arms. She welcomed the rays of sunshine that bell in between the leaves
and on her bare skin…
Deep leant back against the tree and continued to
caress her foot with an ear of corn. He moved it gingerly up and down the sole
of her foot, hardly letting the little fibres touch her skin. The sudden contact
would surprise and tickle her, making her curl her toes and let out a giggle…
She was spending the weekend in a countryside cottage, which was her idea of
Hell. However, it turned out that she felt as if she were in paradise; with the
warm sun massaging her back, the smell of freshly cut grass and lack of noise
awakening her senses… & Deep’s company…
He could see the smug look on
her face as she smiled to herself, and his own lips curled into a smile. He was
in a playful mood and wanted her to wake up from her daydream. He got on all
fours and crawled towards her, so that he was able to look at the freckles on
her bronzed back. He gently blew on her neck, knowing it would stir her from her
peaceful state. She let out a small gasp and shrugged her shoulders to reveal a
curve in her back, starting from the bottom of her neck to where her dress
started. Even through the thin white material, he could see that it ended at her
lower back. Feeling mischievous, he stroked the ear down the curve; making her
squirm more the lower he moved it. He stopped abruptly when he reached the
bottom, allowing her to move to a more comfortable position to play with him,
but she curled her legs under her and went back to daydreaming in the sun.
Deep wasn’t satisfied, the sight of her exposed mocha coloured skin was
creating thoughts in his mind, which resulted in a rapid increase in size at his
crotch.
He reached over to the basket of fruit and brought a grape to his
lips. He bit into the deep red fruit, releasing its juices. He placed the sweet,
soft, pink flesh between his lips and pressed his body against hers as he
reached over for her arm. He kissed her slowly up the arm, letting the juice
from the grape fall on her skin. The feeling of each droplet on her bare skin
felt intense as she squeezed her eyes shut and felt him throbbing against the
small of her back. Deep began to use his tongue to gently flick the juice off
her and she responded by letting out a barely audible moan.
He took this as
a sign of approval and continued sucking and licking the juice up her arm. He
got to Nessy’s neck and reached around to her other shoulder and turned her
over, so that she was lying on her back.
She unhurriedly opened her eyes to
look at him, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of his chest, his
breath softly moving the hairs around her neck. She let out a sigh, and then
smiled, only to find Deep smirking at her. Nessy tenderly smoothed her finger
over his bottom lip, using her other hand to slowly bring his face closer to
hers. She closed her eyes and tasted the cocoa butter lip balm that she had
forced on him a few hours ago. Her lips massaged his bottom lip, whilst playing
with his earlobe between her index and middle finger. Dee attempted to use his
tongue, when she turned her face and pushed him away. She smiled coyly and bit
her bottom lip, only making him get more frustrated.
With no warning, like a
vampire, he went for her neck making her writhe and squirm under all the
pressure, she arched her back and dragged her nails down his back. She felt
herself pulsate between her legs and moved her hands back to his chest, her
hands feeling their way under his shirt, her nails lightly passing over his
navel. Whilst moving further down with his kisses, Deep guided her hand down his
trousers gently, holding her hand in his, together they wrapped their hands
around his shaft. He let go of her hand and started stroking her thigh, making
her grip him a bit tighter. He pushed her dress up higher, and parted her legs
slightly; he then carried on letting his finger flutter against her skin,
travelling inwards and upwards until he reached her knickers.
She released
her grip and moved her fingers up towards his snail trail and lightly tickled
his skin, hoping that by doing so, Deep would follow suit. Her black-netted
knickers were becoming damp, and she felt there to be a warmth trying to rise up
outside of her; she yearned for his fingers to brush the material to one side,
and finally, dance inside her. Deep gently traced the patterns of the
butterflies on her knickers, lightly, with hardly any pressure, so that his
fingers couldn’t be felt on her skin, just the movement of the material. Nessy
inhaled and bit her lip, her nails slightly scraping his skin, she tried hard to
keep her eyes open but they refused to obey her mind and were tightly shut. His
thumb rubbed at the butterfly that was situated directly on top the opening of
her lips, making her whimper and raise her lower body towards him; she
desperately wanted him to touch her pounding sweet spot. His fingers ran up the
net, and he played with the pink satin ribbon, making it rub against the skin on
her tummy. He tucked a finger under the waistline and felt the contrast of
textures between the satin ribbon at the waistline and the net; he enjoyed
seeing her crave him to be inside her and carried on playing with the fabric
whilst watching her facial muscles tense and crumple up if he accidentally let
his fingers glide over her skin.
Unsatisfied with the way things were going,
Nessy curled her fingers around his sack, and tightened her grip, making him
flinching his hands away from her. She looked at him under her creased forehead,
her eyes strong and dark – she meant business. She traced her fingers back up
from under his pants, to his chest up to his neck… she massaged his jaw and
nibbled on his bottom lip… Her hand forced his down under her knickers; she felt
relieved and let go of his lips and let her pleasure be known by moaning loudly.

He said it was almost Mills and Boons-ish.
He did like it, though.
Maybe I should write another one?
...We still haven't fulfilled that fantasy.
The Downs really isn't the best place...
But, I've been thinking, and the park behind our old house is perfect.

Vanity.

Here's some pictures.

...Because I love myself.

He gets Anal about things...

I met up with KbinWalid today.

Impulse decision.

I didn't plan it.
It didn't even cross my mind.

..but he asked me, and I said yes.

I wore a skirt, and a shirt.
My underwear that I bought to wear for 'Modo.
I wore them today.


He took me to his spare flat.
..and this time he was more forward.

He stood behind me, and ran his hands down my arse, the back of my legs, took them over my knees, caressed the fronts of my thighs and fingered the lacing of my underwear.It took me a while to regain composure and realise what was happening. So I moved, and sat down on the dusty sofa. He sat down next to me and smiled.

The smile you smile when you know you're in the company of someone inferior to you... Wait, that sounds wrong, obviously in the case it's not the horrible way... Just that he knew I was eventually going to let him have his way with me... Sort of.

He started a conversation about nothing. To make me feel comfortable, I guess... After a while, he started tracing patterns on my leg; moving upwards slowly. By this time, I totally forgot that I was madly obsessed about losing my virginity to Quasi... All I could think of was how damp my knickers were getting, and how I wanted him to move his hands further up.

I think it showed on my face, 'cause he moved his face close to mine, stroked my cheek and then kissed me.

A cute nanosecond kiss.

He kissed me again, and this time I kissed back... and as good as it did feel, it wasn't the same as kissing Quasimodo, so I hesitated.

He took that as a chance to move to the floor, and position his face between my legs. I was in turmoil, inside, I so badly wanted him to carry on, but I kept thinking about Quasimodo. I didn't say anything though.

You should never disturb the course of a river.

...and so, that afternoon, I messed around with him.

He massaged my breasts, I sat and grinded on his oh-so-big cock... and erm, he came up my arse.

It took my by surprise.... and was such a quick thing, that I was still shocked about the pain whilst he went about cleaning up the cum that was trickling down my leg.

So, I am no longer an Arse Virgin.

Wow.

Excusez moi, S'il vous plait?

Le Tour d'Eiffel... Photography was amazing... Kudos to Miss Abu Hamza...

My three days in Paris.
..C'était fantastique!

I went with SpongeBob Dribble Pants, GelAsh, Ma soeur aine, son petit copain, Sponge Cloth Towel, Sponge Cloth Towel's friend, and Apple Pie.
They were amazing.
I've never had so much fun before...
The company was honestly just great...

The actual city, was unbelievable!
It was *my* city.
Welcoming, friendly, sex-crazed.
The amount of men I flirted with, I couldn't begin to count...
Nearly everyone I stopped to speak to, and I stopped nearly everyone I passed.

I'm generally an outgoing social person, so talking to people doesn't scare me (as long as I can act confident).
Being the only French speaker, (my sister flopped it), I had to approach people and ask directions...
Turns out, most Parisians speak English... It didn't stop me from speaking French though..

We stayed in the 9th quarter, just off Rue Lafayette...
Le Grand Hotel Lafayette-Buffault.
It was soo quaint and pretty.
Not a nice bathroom though, and only one plug socket to share between four girls...

We found a Turkish Kebab House just around the corner, called Istanbul (closest Metro is Cadet)..
They made my life.
I fell in love.

The bits of sight-seeing we *did* get round to doing was amazing...

I'm definately going back again .
They have one of these, like, every 5 metres... The French know how to practice SafeSex...

The green man, who I looked forward to seeing everytime I had to cross the road... Although, many conduiteurs (I just made that word up... ) didn't really take notice of the RED LIGHT!

One of the most beautiful places in the world... I wish I could go back...

My opinion? I think some kind of gay orgy takes place there...

Stock. Lock... and Suspenders.

I brought some pretty stockings today.
Some pretty suspenders, too.

I tried them on, clipped them into place.
They've been wrapped up and are waiting in the suitcase.
They're not coming out until the 15th.

Not to try on, not to take pictures.

I am forbidden from touching them until the 15th.
I am the forbidder, this time.

I bought them for him.
He shall get the pleasure first.
I'll get mine from his.

It's going to take all the willpower in the World, not to try them on and take pictures.
They feel like Heaven!

Pictures will come after the 15th, obviously.
If I'm lucky enough, He'll shoot me.
In more ways than one.