Bite Me

Striptease

From the cheap locals in Bogota, to the upscale clubs in New York and to the raunchy in New Orleans.  As a confessed striptease lover, I have seen many strippers in all shapes and forms and have witnessed a wide range of strip-tease shows: classy, elegant, sloppy, creative, impressive, hot  -one of them involved fire on someone's nipples- (I swear)

I have often wondered how it would be like to be the stripper. So I did it. I stood firmly in front of him,  and immediatly, I felt the power of me: of my body, my skin, my softness, the shape of my legs, the perkiness of my breasts and the roundness of my ass. The way I move. All of my feminine qualities.
...And there he was: staring at me, hungry. Completely surrendered and defeated while my eyes shouted: 'I'm a teaser. I'm a virgin. I'm a one night stand. I'm a dream to find' 

NOTE: Now, play this song. I promise. You won't regret it.

http://snd.sc/16IqCcK

Dripping

One time, I just came out of the shower and my body was very wet and still dripping. I could feel the dampness on my hair, making it almost stick to my skin.  It almost looked like a black snake crawling down my back. Drops coming down my hair would slide through the middle of my vertebral column.

I purposely made a point of not using the towel to dry myself up.

He was laying on my bed and I also knew he was naked and his body temperature was rising, after all it was a sunny summer afternoon. I wanted to know what it would be like to touch him while my slippery skin would rub against his body. For a few moments, I wanted to be him. 

I undid the towel and it naturally fell off as I was climbing on the bed, moving forward, and onto him. First my knees were parallel and would separate as I would get closer to his waist. Some water drops were still coming down the inner part of my legs, just enough for him to notice his lower limbs were now a bit cooler and the water seemed like it was some kind of transparent paint.  Then I moved to his chest, keeping some distance, leaving my hair falling on both sides of my face and caressing him, like miniature paintbrushes leaving a track of water.

...And there we were. Face to face. He opened his mouth and kissed me, biting. I opened mine and let my cold tongue explore him inside.

My hair dripped all over him... and so it did the rest of me.

His

The invisible fireman

'Hey what you up to' March 30th, 12:28 am

'Hey what ya up to today' April 3rd 10:14 am

'Hey what ya up to??' April 5th 10:15 am

'Hey what ya up to??' April 7th 10:26 pm

This was pretty much my exchange with an individual whom I met through an online dating service. He looked very handsome in pictures, what he had to say about himself sounded really appealing and... he also said on his profile, he was a Fireman for the City of New York. (sold!)

In an attempt to continue finding that fascinating human being that lures my mind and my heart, I have decided to break out of my old stereotypes about people. That means, among other things, giving them a second chance and also, try to look beyond the most obvious of their personality traits. In this case, his thing was NOT communication or the subtleties of courtship. But hey, maybe he was a truly remarkable human being in other aspects. (Note to self. Remember these 4 words: benefit of the doubt)

So after the fourth, same mispelled message, spite of my widely known natural rejection to bad spelling and little patience for BS,  I kept open the communication channels trying to see if we could meet up. He kept saying he was trapped at work, he had a training, he was wiped out. So I was beginning to ask, why does he send me messages if there is no intent  to follow up with an action? Perhaps...  He is really overweight and is buying some time to shed those extra pounds? did he go under the knife and he is recuperating, therefore, he is buying some time?  Is he expecting that on a 15 m. notice I go running to Brooklyn in the middle of the afternoon for a quickie, believing that the messages gave us enough information, that we now know each other so we skipped dating, altogether?

The last time he wrote to me was May 2nd 2013 at 7:15pm.  

'Hey what ya up to??' 

No answer from me.

Sorry, but there is a time when you have to mark the limit. Even if this did not have any fundamental consequences in my life, nor altered anything at all, about how I go about relationships, monotony really bores the hell out of me. So next time dudes, If you want a quickie, if you don't want a relationship, if you  want to indulge in crazy, animal sex with me JUST SAY IT.  Maybe, I won't have a problem with that.

Wear something sexy

My friend J and I have met ocassionally at night for  the widely known 'booty call'. After some time, perhaps more than a year, it is a deal that goes smoothly, pretty direct. No fuss, no games.

I recall he asking me on a text: 'on my way... wear something sexy'

I laughed and I proceeded to go into my lingerie drawer and choose the perfect attire for the night. I chose it. I put in on.

I wasn't going to wait seated on my sofa surrounded by some sort of animal print paraphernalia, smoking a cig and with Edith Piaf playing on the background. Full, fire like red lips and long loops of pearls around my neck.

I decided I would wear jeans, a sweatshirt and that was it. I felt more authentic.

J got home. Once on my sofa, he unzipped my sweatshirt discovering a beautiful satin, black and peach bustiere with a little bow in the middle. J was static. He was not expecting anything special.

'Yumm...' The fact that he seemed surprised and also that I didn't feel awkward about something I did not feel like being that night, made for a truly erotic and joyful sex experience.

I see another booty call in the future... maybe this time I will be the lady with full on body wrapping latex, whip and a mask. I am moody.

Je joue

I do play with myself. And I love it. That is why I have quite a selection of various toys in all forms, shapes, colors and textures. But to be honest I have these toys for my play-dates. Somehow I do not feel inclined to use them while I am alone except just, when I buy them.
I love to see my companion´s expression when I do use them in me: contemplating in  awe the moves, the rotations... the sudden tension.

However when it comes to me, just me, I keep it pretty simple. I get entertained pretty easily and  do not open the Fun Box. What you see in the picture, is a toy that was given to me years ago, I have always found it way too complicated: it has wires, batteries, a charger and the word software is something that you will have to deal with. You read correctly. Software.

The minute I saw it it went straight into the original package and I have used it only once. But lately I have been thinking of giving it a chance since I have used all the others, and see if maybe this is going to be the one, who makes me break my habit and will get to be included in the super VIP selection my dates... with myself.

... Alright kids, gotta go. Gotta find a plug.