He is just soooo gorgeous!!

Oh yeah, I did it again! I might have told you about the dance on last friday, well, long story short, I was drunk. Bottom line, me and my roomie thinks the same guy is superhot(which he is btw, really really gorgeous!). Well, to my story, this was the night of ultimate hook up and being shitfaced! Me, as I am usually not an exeption, was drunk too(not shitfaced, it didn’t get that far, I was too busy!!), well, we had this preparty, and ofcourse(well, let’s call him the german boy) the german boy was there, we hang with the same people so there wasn’t any big deal! Me and my roomie got drunk, as I have allready told ya, and he got more and more interested in talking to us, BOTH of us.. Confusing, well, as the girls we are we went to have a pep-talk in the restrooms. Topic? Which one of us should go for him, and which one of us does he want? We decided, as the idiots we are when drunk that he decides, I said, no bad feelings if he choose you, and she almost said the same thing back! Have you guess the outcome of this story yet? Well, off we go down to the real party, all 100+ of us! Packed auditorium, loads of people, loud music and cheap wine and beer. We danced, he danced, with us, with me, with her, and with me, then he kissed me! In my head: “SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, Oh god he is so hooooot!!!” Even longer story short, I went with him to his room, turned out he’s not just gorgeous, but he is so nice as well, problem now: kinda have some butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him, and hoping to see him wherever I go, I feel like I’m in this really bad soap-opera, cause everywhere I go, I meet him! Fancy that(does that EVER happen in real life??) We make eye-contact, a little flirting but nothing more, I really want something more, does anyone wanna give me some input on this one? I have no idea, I feel lost in my own little fantazy and I have no idea what to do except wait and flirt! HELP me!!!

Kiss kiss kiss (yes I wanna kiss him again!)

Betty!!

(btw, I just feel this is the most unmature post I have written in ages, I feel though, like I am 14 right now, and had a little hope in my mind that would go away as I grew older, but now it’s here again, even at my age!)

Doin’ da Girl

I don’t think I have met one of my friends who has not fantasized about sleeping with another woman. It has gone on for centuries, but I remember that when I was in my early teens, the medias brought up this subject like it was something new and chocking. For those who hasn’t got it yet, I hate to break it down: this is not exactly news.

Why does women fanasize about being with another woman?

First of all, it is pretty much accepted in society. It is OK to for two women to experimente with each other. For men on the other hand, it still is more taboo. Women and the female body is, even though we would like to think otherwise, still used in a sensual way in the medias to for example sell toothpaste, cars, shower-gel, hardware or food. In a way, we are forced to see the female body as not only an object, but a pretty attractive one. We could therefore say that it is quite common for women to look at each other and feel attracted to one and other.

Second, women are generally more attractive than men. Don’t get me wrong. Men sure are attractive, but there are different kinds of beauty. Women are sensual and feminine. They generaly take care of themselves and value themselves more than men do. I guess it is the difference, the excitement of something new, but at the same time familiar that is really the issue. Kissing a man is sexy. Kissing a woman is sensual. It isn’t quite the same thing, but that really is the thrill.

Third, even though the media to a certain level encourages girl on girl action, the excitement of being with a woman is also based on the feeling of doing something unorthodox. Maybe this does not reflect reality, but I like to think I am doing something “wrong” when I am with a girl. Good girls aren’t supposed to sleep with each other and even less enjoy it. Even though it certainly is more accepted than ever, I still would like to think I am breaking a taboo being with a girl. What is forbidden is exciting.

Forth, women knows how to satisfy another woman, simply because we share pretty much of the same anatomy. We both love spending hours on foreplay and don’t pass out after the first orgasm, leaving the other unsatisfied. In my experience, women are more thoughtful in bed than men when it comes to this. If our partner, woman or man, has not come yet, we don’t give in just because our own needs are filled. I would not like to generalize this statement, but this is my impression all over. Take it for what it is worth.

 

After Boy broke up with me, I have done some sleeping around. Not much though. Actually just one f*** and one kind of walk-in-the-park-date with a guy that I know would like to go out with me. Most likely, he is serious. Anyway, I am not ready for a relationship. Actually, I am fantasizing about sleeping with a girl. I have already kissed one and sort of fooled around. Nothing really exciting though. I won’t say more, but it may be realised pretty soon. More to come 😛

Love Mandy

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