On the road again

I am talking about the road of single life. I am single, in my best years and a good way to just ignore a broken heart is to just f*** around. Betty did it, why should not I? As a girl, I have no problem getting laid. If I want sex, I can just go out, begin to talk with some random dude and it will be done. It is really that easy. I have tried. And I who thought these things only happened on TV.

I am a student. At the moment I live alone a city. It is technically my apartment, so I have loads of freedom. Therefore, I can go out whenever I want and lately, I really have been going out. I love dancing. When I dance I am a cat and not to brag off, but I am attracting when I dance. Anyway, dancing is a great way to get to know somebody. If a man can dance, he is more likely to be good in bed. If the physical attraction is right on the dance floor, chances are that they are in the bed room too. I like just dancing my way through the dance floor. If you start dancing with somebody, it is really easy to get a little intimate with that person and end up spending the rest of the night at his (or hers) place. For a long time, I haven’t done anything about these random meetings and exchanging of body heat, but a while ago, I did. I was out, dancing a little away from my friends when a guy started to move up behind me. At first, I just ignored him, but then I thought, what the hell. I can’t know if I am ready unless I try, so I went for it. The dancing went little by little from normal dancing to intimate. When we kissed, I knew it was done… We continued a little while before I drag him over to the bar. Then we went home to his place.

When I go out, I am totally sober. I like to have control over myself when I am out and especially if I am going to sleep with someone, I wouldn’t like to ruin that because I am drunk. Moreover, people generally are more attractive when they are sober and have the guts to flirt without being drunk first.

So, how was it. It was nice. Kissing in the hall. Undressing ourselves as we went to his bedroom, kissing. We tumbled into his bed in our underwear, kissing, me on top, he reaching out to put his hands under my bra, taking it off, touching my breasts, licking them, biting my nipples. The foreplay was quick, but I came. He fingered me, I went down on him, then we did it. Me on top, doggy, and my favorite, a form of doggy with me on my knees on the floor leaning on the bed with him close against me. He came in that position. We went to bed afterwards, naked. He fell asleep and I got dressed and left. It was four in the morning and I headed home. I like going home late at night. At four/five, most of the clubs are closed (I live in a place where they normally close at three) so the streets are deserted. Entering my apartment, I didn’t want to sleep, so I made myself a cut of tea and went out in the balcony. I think I neededthis night. Even though I don’t need the affirmation of men to know I am attractive, it makes me feel better. I have still got it (tsss). I just needed to verify that.

Love Mandy

 

 

Back on Tracks

A lot has changed since the last time I posted. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Betty has got a boyfriend. They are in the pink sky beginning part, which is great. Myself, I am on my own again. I am dealing well with it (I blog about that too). Anyway, this post isn’t about my break-up, it is about moaning.

Have you ever watched the Canadian comedian Russell Peters? (If you haven’t, I highly recommend you to check out his show) Those of you who have, will clearly see the reference.

I have already confessed that I get really turned on when I hear boys moan of pleasure in bed. My ex-boyfriend (let’s call him Boy) did not moan at all, which bothered me a bit as it made me a little insecure in bed. I couldn’t really tell if he was enjoying it or not. Maybe he wasn’t. I mean, maybe I am just a very bad lay? I think the reason why he can’t let himself go in bed is because he doesn’t want to sound like a bad porn film actor. He once told me that he thought male porn film actors moaning was terrible. I couldn’t agree more.It is the same for or even worse for the female actors. They make sounds, but there is a big difference between real moaning and fake moaning. What is also great is that the difference is obvious.

In one of Russel Peters’ sketches, he wonders how it would be making love to a deaf girl because she is more likely to make real sounds in bed. I am thinking of the same thing. How would it be to sleep with someone who is deaf? What I hope, is that he wouldn’t contain his pleasure because he is afraid to sound funny or weird. I hope he would sound like a real man is supposed to sound, whatever that means.

Love Mandy

 

 

 

The roles have changed!

I guess you all have read about Mandy’s new singlelife.. Well, it’s kinda a change of roles, I’m currently in a relationship, and enjoying it 😛 Have more info later, but just as Mandy I have a few exams coming up, so it’ll probably be some time before I write again.

XOXO Betty!