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Bowing to Pressure

January 30, 2007

Well not really, because I was going to spill the beans anyway, but im too lazy to think of good titles (as we all know). So here it is. The post about what happened on Sunday.

Remember that girl I liked? M&M? Well Bugalugs and I went to lunch with her, her partner (Mr M&M) and her daughter (Little M&M). We went to Westfields near them, as on the top level (which I now know exists – excited much) they have live music, decent restaurants, and this week a petting zoo, which the kids loved.

Lunch was great, lots of food (that I couldnt even manage half of) and great company and easy conversation. Little M&M took ages to get over her shyness, which she did eventually, whilst Bugalugs went about chatting up the waitress, managing to scam some free chokkies and marshmallows. LOL. That kid finds friends everywhere he goes!

We had such a good time, that we continued on to McDonalds for the kids to play, and as Dickhead was finally finished work, he met us there, and got to meet M&M and her family.

We had such a good time that we ended up each going home to deal with the kids, pets, family, etc, and all making their way to my house for drinks.

Dickhead wasnt sure if he could come, but sure enough half hour or so after M&M and Mr M&M arrived, he walked in. The boys drank the obligatory beers, M&M was into her bourbon, and me? Well being the intelligent responsible adult that I am, I took my meds.

And then washed them down with 2 bottles of sparkly.

As you do! So please forgive me for being a little less than sure of the exact details, and having no clue whatsoever of the timeline for things. I will admit to having slightly less concern as to the fact that we had company, and yet i was cuddled up next to Dickhead on the lounge opposite Mr & Mrs M&M, and may or may not have been reaching back to covertly play with Dickheads cock through his jeans.

Ok.

In fact, it was less a covert operation as a blatantly obvious one, and I cant say I even really realised that perhaps having company might not be the most polite thing to do at the time. Truth be told i was also playing with Ms M&M’s legs with my toes. Oops.

11pm rolls around and the M&Ms have a 30 minute drive and a 5.00 start. Dickhead has a 50minute drive and a 5.30 start. They start saying they will have to finish their drinks and go. Dickhead suggests that I kiss her. I tell him I cant, that nothing will happen, that she told me earlier that she had her period, you know, as girls do – we bitch about it.

Dickhead turns to Ms M&M. Beckons. Asks her to kiss me. She does. Mmmm.

Thats it. Next thing I know Im engrossed in exploring her soft mouth with my tongue, caressing her face, stroking her hair. Not noticing the  rather pleased with himself Dickhead on my right, nor the more than slightly surprised Mr M&M on my left. Shes lovely. Shes kissing me, Im kissing her, her hands drifting over my back and my hips, gently holding my head as I melt in the moment. Completely out of my head, unable to really think, just living in the moment. I slowly move down to kiss and lick the swell of her breast, gently moving her shirt aside and taking her nipple into my mouth, making her inhale, and me happy.

Im not entirely sure how we got there, but soon enough I had Dickheads cock in my mouth and her hands all over me. Not very long after that, Mr M&M was in the same situation with his woman.

Like I said, I was very drunk, so i will have to include plenty of “cut to” moments. Because I really dont know how I got there. Im really not good at writing this stuff. Im good at living it, and playing it in my head, but they arent so much moments and pictures that stay in my mind, its how it felt that keeps the memories there. There was much seeking of reassurance and permission, seeing as previously Dickhead has had serious trouble dealing with me fucking other men whilst we had split up. He IS arab, and arabs DO have issues with ownership and jeleousy. The whole thing shocked me, that he started it, with Mr M&M there.

I know one of his favourite moments of the evening was watching me play with Ms M&M’s breasts, massaging one with my hand, holding the other to my mouth to lick and suck and her nipple, hearing her enjoying me, watching me enjoying her. And I was, I really was. He loved when I moved between his legs and took him in my mouth, moving her in to join me, sharing him, having her take him int o her mouth while I licked and sucked at his balls, moving upwards, tracing the length of him with my tongue, metting her mouth at the top, kissing her, sharing the taste of him, the feel of each other, breaking apart to take him again with out tongues, softly licking over him, watching each other, feeling each other, pleasing ourselves with his smoothness and firmness, the delicious contradictions, returning again to the softness of each other, hands and mouths exploring each other, until Dickhead was left behind, not forgotten, but put aside while we immersed ourselves in each other.

Kissing and caressing, being gently pushed backwards until I was laying on the floor, Dickhead in my right hand, Mr M&M in my left, kissing and sucking one, then the other, while Ms M&M settled herself between my thighs, ever so softly and gently exploring me with her tongue, her lips, and her slow, gentle fingers. Softly and slowly, the warmth and wetness from her tongue relaxing, soothing, bringing out my warmth and wetness to join hers, making my body undulate with her ministrations, soft sounds unable to be contained, brought from my mouth to the boys ears, their reactions encouraging me to share my pleasure with them in turns.

Leaning forwards with Dickhead in my mouth (see what I mean about loving to suck cock?) massaging his length with my tongue, stroking him and caressing his balls in my hands as i re-aquainted my tongue with every inch of him, hands and fingers between my legs, firm masculine pressure inside of me, soft feminine pressure outside, sometimes melding so I could no longer tell who was who, working me up, making me more and more intent and intense with pleasuring my man, while Ms M&M and her man pleasured me.

Ms M&M taking Dickhead into her mouth, Mr M&M kissing me, both of us kneeling, entwined with one another, his fingers incessantly searching inside of me, kissing me, kissing him, kissing me, releasing my lips as i moved down, taking him in to my mouth, feeling the differences of him to my man, the similarities, learning how he feels, what he responds to, how he feels on my tongue.

Ms M&M moving Dickhead, encouraging, asking him to take me, reclining with her man to watch as he did as she requested, settling himself on top of me,  entering me as I stroked his cheek, pulling him in to kiss me, my other hand smoothing over his ass, familiarising with his tempo, as Mr M&M’s hand carressed Ms M&Ms breasts.

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There is, as always, plenty Im not saying here, and I wont. Some things I think are better for not saying them, by keeping them private, its somehow more special, more intimate.

Theres also alot i was just quite simply too drunk to know, or remember, or be able to explain.

I must say im glad that Dickhead and I have a strong enough relationship for me to be able to ask “babe, you were fingering me at one stage there, right?” and know he wouldnt be offended that i wasnt able to tell if it was him or not. (for the record, i was pretty sure, and I was right). And you have to be glad when you can say to your partner when he asks what you wanted to know about that night is “who was it that was fingering my arse?” and not have him freak out. His biggest concern about that was whether or not i liked it. (and for the record it wasnt him)

Dickhead and I have our problems as a couple. We have our problems as individuals too. What we have is fucked up, its not normal, its not right, and it never will be.

BUT

What we have is special. Nobody reading this will understand just how special, because there are 3 vital bits of information that I will not reveal. But for us to be strong enough to do this, considering those 3 things? Well, it leaves me speachless.

I know! I never thought Id say that either!

So babe, if you read this? That things thats such a big deal to me? It may be big in a bad way, but this is even bigger, and in a good one.

I guess it just reminds me that i, you know, like you and shit.

LOL

Drunken Debauchery continues unabated

January 29, 2007

LAST NIGHT was an absolute corker!

I promise to regail you all with the tale, which kicks the ass of the recent threesome story.

And Dickhead was there so no details need to be held back. W00T!!

But for now, Im trying to finish updating the blogroll, that ive been doing for 2 weeks now.

Shaddup!

Surfercam Is A Dirty, Dirty Voyeur!

December 19, 2006

Probably not such a great shock to anyone whos read his blog. Last I saw, he had a picture of Pamela Anderson with her tits trying to burst out (was there any other kind of photo of pammy? Isnt that like Paris with undies on?)

But I digress.

Surfer isnt the only one who has asked for more details about my naughtyness. What can I say? Im a bad, bad girl. HOORAY!!!

So what exactly have I been getting up to lately? Well, Ive been fighting pretty severely with Dickhead. Its seriously so ridiculous. Again, let me warn you,  Afrikaaner/Lebanese unions does not smooth sailing make. We are both proud and stubborn, mostly stubborn, and its such a stupid thing, but its at an impass and neither of us can give in, no matter how hard we try. I know with only a small amount of time available to me I should just give in so that I get what I want, but I just cant. Partly because its just not me, and partly because I honestly couldnt handle it if my worries were valid and I was stupid enough to ignore them. Its a case of wondering being undesirable yet able to be coped with, whereas the alternative is simply unbearable. And call me stupid/selfish/deluded/whatever, its my life (whats left of it) and fuck you all thats what im doing with it.

Mind you, I AM in love with him, and it takes an awful lot to take my mind off him. Cue the crazyness. (im going to preface this with the fact that Bugalugs is my first priority, and we have been having an awful lot of fun. Part of the reason I dont tell you is because, well, icecream for breakfast and rides on Thomas the Tank Engine may be fun for 6 year olds, but doesnt make for good blog fodder. The other part is because, well, sometimes – and i do this with other things too – sometimes its nice to keep things just to yourself. i like knowing its special, just between us. And no-one can spoil it that way either)

What the fuck is with them all being Lebanese like Dickhead? For Fucks Sake People! And special thanks to MIN who has suggested format etc for this post and is helping type it coz im fucked.

So the one who calls me sweetie is TOYBOY. The little tard told me at first he was 28, and after the deed was done, decided to fess up to being 23. Oh lordy. Someone could have told me that! My widdle sister is 23! It makes me feel old. shaddup.  He is very gentle, and his most memorable comment was “mmmm, thats so good…..” ok, all sounds normal, right? Then “Honey, your hair is so soft, i love it…” WHAT THE FUCK? Put that down to strangest blow job compliment EVAH! So Thankyou random number one, whos not so random seeing as weve known each other a while now, and this isnt the only occasion weve mucked about. Commendation? Good with his hands. C’mon ladies, we all know many think they are but arent, dont you love finding one that is?

So the one who calls me smartarse is ROCKIN ROBIN and is the only Aussie. He is Mr Better Endowed, and believe me, that night was one to remember. Hes a big boy (yes in THAT way) and also in everything else. He stands at over 6’8″ and has size 14 shoes. He has been jetsetting around the world, and does a mean South African accent. He and I spend our time verbally jousting with one another. We tear strips off each other, and then tear clothes off one another. He goes again, and again, and again, has awesome oral skills and is very focused on the womans pleasure. Fuck me we shagged like rabbits till we literally couldnt shag no more. He takes and gives direction, and is just so easy going that we were both able to completely let go and just enjoy ourselves without holding back. The red marks on my arse from his belt 3 days later were a testament to that. Commendation? Attitude. Attention. Ability. (and ok ok ok, size too lol. too big for a regular but a hellovalotta fun once in a while)

So the one who calls me sexy is FISH, who has been up an awful lot lately, and when he hasnt been here, hes been on the phone. He is the random who makes me laugh, and also there when news broke of what i didnt want to hear about dickhead. He has an awesome attitude, is very complimentary, experimental and relaxed. He treats me like a real lady. He’s awesome fun. It was him who called asking to visit me on Sunday night for some fun. Sunday afternoon a friend rang him mentioning that he was toey, and FISH got it into his head (after recently having a chat with me about threesomes etc) that maybe it could be fun. He suggested it to his friend, then rang me to see what I thought. He had his friend call me, we got along ok. So I decided, hey, what the hell. I told FISH his friend could come. Once here, full credit must go to FISH for running the show. I was nervous as all fuck, truth be told, especially seeing as id never met FISHs friend, or even seen a photo (just knew him by FISHs description). Fish had us in the living room, chatting for a bit till everyone was comfortable. Then he left his friend and I to get aquainted in the bedroom before joining us. Once everyone had settled in, it was compliments ahoy for Honey, thankyou very much! Let me just say, a girl cant really go wrong with 2 cocks and 4 hands, all focused on her! Making sure she shares her attentions equally can be tricky, though, and a girl can get a little spoiled for choice. Im not giving all the details (well, not to everyone LOL) but some memorable moments in no particular order include:

FRIEND “Fuck man, shes good alright….. god, I’m gunna cum already”
FISH “man, you arent going to get to blow for ages yet. Just lay back and settle in. Trust me, your in for something special” (awww, how nice, you think im special lol)

FRIEND “You fuck her first man, shes your woman”
FISH “i was going to anyway bro” (WTF???? do I get a say here? lol)

FISH “man, I cant get naked when theres a guy watching me. STOP LOOKING BRO!”
FRIEND “bro, do you want me to…”
FISH “MAN DONT TALK TO ME! YOUR MAKING IT WORSE!!!! LOL” (omg, men! theyre so funny, i just had to piss myself laughing. it was hilarious, alright?)

FRIEND “fuck. Im going out for a cigarette. you two play nice -dont miss me! um…… guys? im going…. oh fuck it, you havent even noticed im talking mumble mumble grmpf…..”
FISH”…” HONEY “…”

FISH (stroking Honeys hair and holding her close) “hey sexy ass, sorry that wasnt up to my usual standard. Youve done well by both of us tonight. Youve worked real hard baby. How about I make you a deal?”
HONEY (panting like a moron) “lol. you lebs and your deals”
FISH “no seriously babe, that deserves a reward. you were awesome. hows about I come up tomorrow night and make it all about you?”
HONEY “ok” (lol, like what else was I going to say to that?)

How good is it to get compliments? Fish and zFriend were rather generous witht hem i must say, but ive gotten heaps from heaps of people lately, which is just what i needed actually. Who doesnt love being told their an awesome lay, give the best head theyve ever gotten, are a shitload of fun, happy, pretty, smart, generous, great tits, sexy ass, the ’embodiment of sexy’, intelligent, articulate, sensuous, hot, have the most amazing eyes, an awesome girl, and a truly lovely lady? Bring it on I say!

addeddeddeedd thingy

dickhead was less than impressed about the whole MFM thing. actually, rather upset about the entire NOT HIM thing/s.

i dont know. maybe it can be fixed?

maybe his heart has spoken up? or maybe thats just my heart talking.

he asked how many guys are on the chase. he was honestly shocked at the answer i think (believe it or not, theres quite a queue of hopefuls besides the 4 successfuls so far)

i mean, what did he think? that hes the only man who wants me?

dickhead is an attractive man. a very attractive man. in many, many ways. what did he think? i mean, what man wants a girl no other guy would chase after? and dont the attractive people date people they deem “worthy” of their attractiveness? especially lebs? arent lebs all about appearances, and getting the best they can?

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this post is dedicated to someone who used to blog about their debaucherousness but has since retired. from blogging at least. to her i say thankyou for the kind offer on the phone last night. and again, a big w00t from me on your news. mwah. and see, i commemorated your tradition, in spirit if not in details!

HOO-FUCKING-RAY!!!!!!

October 19, 2006

IM GOING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Counting Down

October 15, 2006

WordPress is a fucking bitch when it comes to javascript, and im blonde when it comes to technologikmakal crap, otherwise the spiffy little countdown thing i found would have been installed on the sidebar 3-4 weeks ago. So now you will have to deal with a manual coundown at the end of my posts for a few days. Coz im all excited like a 5 year old before Christmas, and Im counting down how many sleeps it is! Shaddup, Im allowed! So here goes…..

ETA on last treatment:       2 sleeps

Bugalugs’ Birthday:              7 sleeps

Hugs from Dickhead:           9 sleeps

I cant wait!

Back To Basics

October 13, 2006

Tonight, after a particularly difficult day, I returned to my roots.

I sat down, and started to draw.

I suck.

But slowly its coming back to me.

The pleasure of it it is returning much faster than the skill, which i admit is rather rusty.

Im even considering ducking out tomorrow to buy some pastels.

We’ll see how it goes.

For now, im just happy to be scratching lead to paper again.

Its calming. And it makes me feel……….. content.

Trying Very Hard To Post

October 5, 2006

But its hard. It isnt normally. As you can tell by the shithouse standard of writing displayed on this site, I usually sit down, log on & tap away for 5 – 10 minutes, and press ‘publish’. Its that simple. I really do use this blog to empty my head. And right now my head is a mess. I know, I know, it usually is. But now its more so. Its like Im in thick fog. I cant seem to focus. I cant concentrate. I cant manage a coherant train of thought. Its most disconcerting. Although friends will tell you I often dont make sense when Im speaking to them, I always make sense to myself. Not right now though. Half way through a sentence I get brain freeze and forget what I was saying. Its frustrating. At the moment things in here are not going so well. Therapy has been stepped up. Aparently me going all aggressive at the doctors saying I didnt want to stay in their poxy establishment until the end of time seems to have offended the sadistic little fuckers, and their getting me back, and how! Its painful, and its exhausting. Its stressful and makes me sick. I also spend hours and hours in bed, which is even worse because theres no playing up……. So a few brief notes on what im up to, hopefully it will inspire me to write properly later. If not, it will at least serve as a memory jogger. And if I know anything about anyone, a bit of a conversation starter too. Look out email account, its gunna get hot! *checks her phone batteries are charged* *********************************EDIT********************************* STUPID FUCKING RETARDED FUCKING WANKER FUCKING WORDPRESS FUCKING GREMLINS FUCKING ATE THE FUCKING REST OF MY FUCKING POST THE FUCKING FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!

and im too frikken tired to redo it. i did it all too. properly even. and it was good. just for once. fucking fuck fuckers.