I was going to tackle this subject soon but Cosmo beat me to it, so here it is an informative if not somewhat lacking an opinion, Cosmopolitan Magazine on women and porn x
http://uk.lifestyle.yahoo.com/love-sex/female-friendly-porn-article-m220.html
Saturday, 21 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Update
O.K. so im going through somewhat of a dry spell, it's been eight weeks, let me add eight long weeks since I've had some explicit action. I've had a couple of kisses two bum feels and a brush of something hard, but apart from that, nada. Desperate times call for desperate measures, my right hand lady, Mr Green Light and myself hit up swansea on Sunday and again we'll be going again on Wednesday as it's the right hand ladies birthday celebrations. Sunday was such a good night, 8 cocktails, a purple rain pitcher and a fantastic gossip later I was in a fantastic mood :) Although the kiss from the other week has played on my mind, when we met up it was all gravy and me and the RHL met all of Mr Green Light's work friends which was cool.
On the train home though, I started sexing him and have been for the last two days, don't know whether this will lead to a bed situation or some awquard catch ups but we will see on Wednesday oooooooooooo cant wait!
On the train home though, I started sexing him and have been for the last two days, don't know whether this will lead to a bed situation or some awquard catch ups but we will see on Wednesday oooooooooooo cant wait!
Rant of the month
Children. I hate children. From birth until the age of oh, 16. I hate them all. The reason well firstly and mainly they give you stretch marks, destroy vaginas and are downright rude. They're loud, cry all the time, aren't self sufficient and are just plain selfish. Lets not mention the people that bring them into the world, Parents. I hate them too. Obviously there are some exceptions, such as my parents but mainly I don't understand why they'd give up their dreams for a mortgage and screaming kids. Uch.
Don't get me started on how people react when you tell them you don't want kids or to get married. As if you have leprosy or are mentally ill. I don't know why it's the norm to hit 30 and pop one out as if thats the shelf life of a woman. Please! Why should society encourage procreation anyway, the world is vastly over populated and with teenage pregnancy at an all time high and the economy at an all time low it should be outlawed!
So to conclude I hate children and all the baggage they bring.
Don't get me started on how people react when you tell them you don't want kids or to get married. As if you have leprosy or are mentally ill. I don't know why it's the norm to hit 30 and pop one out as if thats the shelf life of a woman. Please! Why should society encourage procreation anyway, the world is vastly over populated and with teenage pregnancy at an all time high and the economy at an all time low it should be outlawed!
So to conclude I hate children and all the baggage they bring.
Horny Much?
After a girly gossip with the work gals about men (what else?!) It got me thinking about well ... men! What makes them attractive, How they see women and how women see them. The longer this dry spell goes on the more attractive all men become even the most irritating ones! My "type" has changed somewhat lately, it used to be the rock star, tattooed and all round bad boy and dont get me wrong I wont be passing up any that come my way, but the most alluring man at the moment has to be the most manliest. I think trying to escape the Ex and his grasp on me is difficult so looking for a man that's completely different. The Ex wasn't very, for lack of a better work 'blokey' or argumentative, exciting or built, he was lots of other positive things but now I just want a man, a hunk, someone who oozes charisma. Don't get me wrong it's not a relationship I'm after, just someone I can relieve my 'frustrations' on an the above characteristics would please me greatly also if they happened to be over 6ft, were well built and had a massive penis that would also please me greatly. Literally.
Green Lighted Men
O.K. last Tuesday I got myself into a somewhat sticky situation, I went for a drinky with an old friend we will refer to him as Mr Green Light (mainly because he is very flirty, works in an alcohol infused environment and gets his rocks off just like me). We get along so well mainly because we have the same sense of humor and similar views. I can talk to him about sex, without the pressure of not acting like a "Lady". In some ways he reminds me of the Spaniard, I miss him too much and conversation is not as regular as I would like :( So anyway after almost two bottles of wine the conversation turned to us getting it on. Now don't get me wrong I've learnt my lesson in that department: Friends+Sex =Nothing Good!
So we leave the very scenic beer garden, to go for a ride in his car (he did not consume two bottles of wine!) and ended up kissing beside the sea (it was not as romantic as it seems, he just went on and on and on and on about making a move and looked quite sad when I said I valued our friendship instead of turning it into something else! So in the end I said do it and you know what, it wasn't that bad, conversation carried on and the i went home.
Somehow I think this story will develop more as I'm meeting him Sunday. For now though I wish my right hand lady was in the country to discuss this sticky situation!
So we leave the very scenic beer garden, to go for a ride in his car (he did not consume two bottles of wine!) and ended up kissing beside the sea (it was not as romantic as it seems, he just went on and on and on and on about making a move and looked quite sad when I said I valued our friendship instead of turning it into something else! So in the end I said do it and you know what, it wasn't that bad, conversation carried on and the i went home.
Somehow I think this story will develop more as I'm meeting him Sunday. For now though I wish my right hand lady was in the country to discuss this sticky situation!
Friday, 6 August 2010
Update
So since moving home many things have changed, I'm working like mad clocking up nearly forty hours a week serving coffee to the people of Llanelli, it's not so bad really same as Newport, same regulars, same kids and definitely same arseholes, I'm learning that people are the same where ever you go,with different faces and outfits but definitely the same. I'm seeing the Ex on and off, that is well I don't know what that is, I think it's the aftermath of love and my stubbornness of hoarding things and the inability to let things go. I know he loves me and wants me for all my flaws but it boils down to the simple thing of I want something from him that he cant give, I want him to be someone he cant be and I think I'm ready to be on my own and accept our friendship. I mean it's hard letting go of the security that he brings but the lack of sex is just a killer!
Saw the college lot the other day, learning that a game of Kiss, Marry or One Night Stand with the college lot, turns out I'm the one night stand which is nice I think! After two bottles of wine, a one night stand seemed like a plan until I was sick all night and then up for work at ten, it was not a good look on me!
I am however missing my city Big Time, mainly the men, the easy lifestyle and the housemates, the good times we shared and the good sex I had. GOSH being at home doesn't half affect my sex life! But I'm sure there are good times ahead and Mallorca in September (I decided Spain need's to see my partying before I go and turn my back on my my old friend), South America next year and hopefully some new men in-between!
Saw the college lot the other day, learning that a game of Kiss, Marry or One Night Stand with the college lot, turns out I'm the one night stand which is nice I think! After two bottles of wine, a one night stand seemed like a plan until I was sick all night and then up for work at ten, it was not a good look on me!
I am however missing my city Big Time, mainly the men, the easy lifestyle and the housemates, the good times we shared and the good sex I had. GOSH being at home doesn't half affect my sex life! But I'm sure there are good times ahead and Mallorca in September (I decided Spain need's to see my partying before I go and turn my back on my my old friend), South America next year and hopefully some new men in-between!
Home or Away?
Reading an article in The Guardian the other day, made my blood boil. It was titled "Viva Benidorm! Spaniards move in to save their struggling tourist industry". It was focussed on the lacking tourism from Britain in the last year and to help raise lost funds, Spaniards are holidaying at home to make up for the loss of almost ten million Bristish tourists visiting the popular holiday destination. Only last summer did i watch a BBC documentary about how British holiday makers between the ages of 18-30 have ruined the islands reputation by being drunk and acting inappropriately. The islands residents had an issue with how the doctors out there have to tolerate horrible drunken states, hand out the morning after pill like sweets and have to treat hundreds of cases of sexually transmitted infections and diseases especially in women.
Now my argument is mainly centered on how the Spanish moan about how the tourists behave but when they stop going how they are losing money by them holidaying at home. All we have to do is look around and see how people these days party and how, knowing the spanish make a killing on us drink loving brits! Also these doctors that work so hard make a killing, we all take out insurance to go on holiday and these doctors are privately paid. If you are lucky enough to visit one of these doctors you will know that they will usually withhold your passport and insurance details! So here it is Spain like it or lump it we brits choose to stay at home for the not so great weather but the NHS healthcare. Ciao for now!
Now my argument is mainly centered on how the Spanish moan about how the tourists behave but when they stop going how they are losing money by them holidaying at home. All we have to do is look around and see how people these days party and how, knowing the spanish make a killing on us drink loving brits! Also these doctors that work so hard make a killing, we all take out insurance to go on holiday and these doctors are privately paid. If you are lucky enough to visit one of these doctors you will know that they will usually withhold your passport and insurance details! So here it is Spain like it or lump it we brits choose to stay at home for the not so great weather but the NHS healthcare. Ciao for now!
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