I want to live my life in colors...

Irish Summer - 1

Lovely Day

While on vacation, a band sang this song for someone's wedding anniversary, it struck me as a beautiful song and the singer was in his early 20's.  When I came back, I searched youtube to see who wrote it, and it is Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine and The Two of Us.  Great songwriter and singer.  Here is the Maroon 5 version

Dating?

My inspiration for writing seems to have gone for the moment.  No time to concentrate on it either.  I do have quite a lot on my plate, taking care of judgmental children, seeking an apartment, paying bills, having nightmares about all the things that need to be fixed in my life, etc.

Thankfully, I have a bunch of online friends, old and new, who make my days brighter. Blooging is such a rewarding experience!  

Recently I put my profile on a dating site.  Am I too picky, or are there only boring men seeking a partner? Are dating sites mostly for people having problems meeting someone in real life? Are they for people looking for easy sex?  I feel so naive, and so reluctant to go through all this trouble.... So, I had a first date with a tiny guy - not really my type - two weeks ago, I was surprised that it went rather well.  "I do not look for an affair, my life is too complicated at the moment, I am looking for friends and see what happens... Do you have your own flat?", that's what he told me and I could not agree more, but why should he ask about my flat? I should have reacted immediately. To summarize, we decided to go to an outdoor music festival, but he ditched me the day before because he had had sex with someone else.  And I happened to bump into him, among the huge crowd, and he acted like an asshole....  Thank god, he was not my style and we only met once.... But this makes me realize that maybe I'm not ready for this...  Life is already too difficult at the moment, and maybe I should just take care of myself, be happy and not look for anyone for the time being...  I feel puzzled... Yet, I wish to meet nice people who could become friends and maybe more... Why is it so difficult?

Now, I started to take Cuban salsa lessons, which is something I'm looking forward to every week.  I am planning my holidays, with my best friend, for July and started visiting apartments.  I have been waiting so long for things to happen and yet maybe I need to work more on myself and then things will move my way, but time is flying by and I have the feeling things are not moving.  

All this sounds pretty negative, but I'm not down, I'm just hoping. That is what the psychologist my son visited told me, when I found out about the manipulative behaviour of my husband, it is becoming a mantra:

DO NOT LET ANYONE DIM YOUR INNER SUN!

A stay in the canopy

My holiday week was spent on an eco-location in the rainforest, a former USAF radar tower, that functioned between 1965 and 1995, on top of a hill overlooking the rainforest and the famous canal. It was starting to fall apart when a conversationist who was looking for a location to host eco-friendly tourists and birders found it and restored it. It felt like a scene of a Tintin adventure. From the tower's deck, you could see tankers and huge cruise boats progress through the trees at the same time as hearing howler monkeys call nearby. The 360 degrees view was magnificent. It is a very unique experience.

The tower can accommodate about 20 people, with tiny rooms looking like very basic cabins, shared bathrooms and toilets. Most of the people there were elderly, birders, mostly American, Canadians or British. The local guides were very knowledgeable and welcoming, making you feel at home.

Every day, I would check on the sloth that was living on a tree close to the tower. I made friends with a couple in their 80s. They had travelled to 140 countries throughout their lives. They did not have children, so as soon as they had a couple of months off work, they would travel. They told me all kinds of stories about their travels, we had very interesting conversations. He was a birder, she was the “slother”. She was a very witty old lady, suffering from athrosis, and she farted, oh God, she did. The first times she did, I had to bite my tongue not to burst out into laughter, but since no one reacted and all pretended nothing happened, I got used to it. They very nicely called me the “bugger” (what a great sense of humor!), since my mosquito repellant was called “bugger off” and was pretty useless, mosquitoes, ants, and other bugs feasted on me through my clothes.... I looked like I had measles. (To be continued).

Belly Dancing

Back home. The event went well, even if we felt like working in a fridge because of the air conditioning (Europeans are not used to AC), entering an oven as soon as we were outside the building.

My colleagues and myself once went to a Lebanese/Indonesian restaurant (strange combination!) with live music and belly dancing. The food was excellent, but expensive. The music so loud that you could not talk to your neighbor, the belly dancers...they had nice bodies. I think only one was actually Lebanese. Well, they did their "gymnastics". Having some Northern African blood in my veins, I always appreciate belly dance, a very sensual dance, always envying the dancer for her sexyness, she does not need to have a fantastic body, she has to know how to move it and ooze sensuality and I always envy the way men would look at her.  But this time, there was nothing very sexy about it, really, disappointment, disappointment!

Which one do you prefer?

(To be continued)

Central America II - Boats and a canal

Central America - I

Some pictures of my rest day before starting to work.    More to come.

Passion

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

Dublin... alone

So folks, change of plans, I am going to be in Dublin on my own this week-end, too bad :(  I was hoping a friendly company but plans have changed, so..... the big girl I am is still hoping to have fun; visit Dublin without my personal guide - haven't had time yet to read anything about the city - maybe a museum, maybe enjoy some night life, just walk around, go to some pubs, maybe listen to some bands....  If you are a Dubliner and happen to read this, suggestions are welcome...  I have my new camera with me.  In any case, I'm looking forward to this trip.

Life is too short

I should probably read this every day!

Ok!  This end/beginning of year period has been difficult - AGAIN!! - three persons down with pneumonia, hubby ending at hospital in need of immediate surgery.... and going back for more in a few months....  My 16 year old son thinks he can quit school and stay at home for ever...(not even in his wildest dreams! Snort!)  I'm not going to whine, I've done enough!    I'm OK, trying to take everything with a distance, but it's not easy.

Two good news:  I have a new camera, which I should test this week-end....  and I will be away next week-end, visiting a friend abroad.  A well deserved break,  some fresh air and probably rain, but who cares? Some nice chats, photo sessions, dancing, and a lot of improvisation... Happy sigh!   Can't wait!

And, I've reached 90 followers!  YAY!

I wanna do....

“There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on.”

Burlesque

Dita von Teese

Burlesque

I recently saw the movie "Burlesque" with Cher and Christina Aguilera, it was very entertaining. It is a genre I never paid much attention to (we don't have stippers clubs like in the US over here, and so, I've never been to any), but now that I'm more into all things sensual and erotic, it tickled my imagination - the costumes, the lingerie - ah! the lingerie! - the feathers, the girls' sometimes very voluptuous bodies...  a very erotic world!

Burlesque

World Peace

“Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman’s toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.”

—	~Marianne Williamson

Black lace

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“Look what you are doing to me” you say looking down at the huge bulge in your boxer shorts. “I'm a mess!”, yes! I see what pre-cum is doing to the fabric.

I can feel the heat in my core, the swelling, the throbbing, the longing. You seem, by the appreciative look on your face, to like your surprise. I am wearing black lace lingerie, black thigh highs, under a transparent black nightgown. I grin back at you, showing you all the mouthwatering details of my tantalizing body through the black lace, teasing you by opening my thighs very slowly and showing some naked flesh, some engorged petals and more when pulling aside my panties. I can hear your groans and comments while you eagerly watch all these arousing details, your cock twitching in your underpants, needing to be freed from its prison of fabric. “You never fail to make me want you, you are such a sight!”. I languidly let the straps of the nightgown slide down my shoulders, followed by the straps of my bra. You gasp. “Oh yes, show them to me!” The top of the nightgown falls down on my hips and my breast are now in my palms, I bend forward for you to see the creamy globes of my full breasts and erect nipples.

You pull you boxer shorts down, letting me see your big thick meat in all its glory, which makes me salivate. My lips want to taste you, lick and suck you. Biting my lips, I pinch my nipples and let out a loud moan. Pearls of pre-cum are now coating your cock. “Can you see what you are doing to me?” “Oh, let me see how you feel, show me what you would let me take, lick, grab, tease, show me!”. Flustered, I once again open my thighs, pulling the fabric aside, and show you how wet I am. My hand takes control, your hand gets also very busy sliding up and down on your hard flesh. I need to wet my lips. I am squirming with need.

Your three day beard makes you look very handsome, your firm body writhes under the strokes. My body is aching, hips are swaying, my breath is getting shorter and my heart beating madly. The wanton creature I am has her legs now widely spread, panties on the floor, offering herself to you as you give yourself to me. We climax simultaneously, intensely, endlessly.... I love to see you come... so far away!

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The Castle

The snow sparkles on the trees and on the castle under the glorious morning sun, where our magic carpet led us.  Icicles hang from the windows, and make it look like a castle in a faerie tale.  The peacock is perched on a tree near the kitchen door and there are animal spoors around the castle, fox, rabbit, deer.

Our room is warm and cozy with its fire place, overlooking the country side from the upper floor under the crenelations.   We shed our snow coated clothes and put them to dry.  The canopy bed is welcoming with its feather duvet, we slide under the covers to seek some warmth.  I snuggle into your arms against your soft warm skin and stare into your green eyes.  We rub our long noses in an Eskimo kiss and smile.  Did you know they call me the Pixie with my short hair, long pointy nose and green eyes?  Well, the Pixie is going to bewitch you like no one before in these crisp white sheet!  

I take you face in my hands and suck on your lower lip until you gasp and take over. We slide on each other, bodies entwined, mouth licking nipples, necks, waists, the tender skin along your hips and further down, towards your thick hardness.  With a smile, I take you deep inside my mouth, into my throat, bewildered, you groan every time you slide inside my throat. You become my pray, offering me your vulnerability, I can reach into your soul and I take it as a precious gift. Your growls and moans tell me how much you like this, as I slide my hand along the length of your shaft, your breath gets shorter, you back arches and soon you let go with loud groans and I feel your hot cream trickle down my throat.  It did not take me too long to bewitch you!  

Your passionate kiss takes my breath away, your hand on my breast, my waist, my thigh, reaches its final destination, exploring, I open my thighs for you, my sweet juices run down my cheeks, moistening your fingers. “You are so tight!” you say.  Yes, yet your fingers play with me expertly and I soon scream out of pleasure.  Are the castle walls thick enough to muffle my cries? Suddenly, you take my big toe in your mouth and suck it.  I feel electrified and almost orgasm.  You play with my toes and every time I gasp and jump, surprised by the incredible sensation.  Oh my God!  This is divine!  But your lips have gone up my leg and explore my wet lips, tasting me, your tongue deep in my velvety hole, I squirm, breathless and lost in pleasure.  While your tongue circles my clitoris, your fingers trace small circles on the upper wall of my slippery cunt and my legs start to shake.  I can suddenly feel  myself gushing endlessly while I scream and loose control, surrendering to your touch.  I'm floating on a wave of intense and endless pleasure out of time, out of space,  I forget where I am.  You then take me gently, rubbing your thick glans on my clit and the sensation is just overwhelming again, you then slowly slide inside me when I beg you to take me, fill me, please, please!  You ask me "Would you like me to take you like this every morning and every evening?"  "Yes, I do".  You then profusely  cum inside me while my pussy squeezes you tight and as I bite your neck.

Ghost Lovers

You picked me up from the airport and we decided to go have lunch in that lovely city we both love.  It took us a while to drive there, but we made it just along the street leading to the Crescent.  What a view! Old memories coming back.  We had a late lunch in a small café and reacquainted with one another.  We ordered the same food, we seem to have the same tastes.  I had a delicious glass of red wine tasting of redcurrant.  


When we left the café, you took my hand and told me I was just the right size to hold your hand comfortably.  Our fingers entwined and my heart was racing.  I could not believe I was here with you after such a long wait.  We walked to the Crescent.  There was this seagull that was scratching the lawn in the park looking for worms we supposed, we stared at it for a while and laughed.  You then took me by the waist and kissed me there.  What a delicious, breathtaking kiss this was.  My hands in your back were grabbing your jacket.  I could not have enough of you.  A kiss on the Royal Crescent was more than I would have expected.  We then continued our stroll around the block and down the side to the park.  I told you of my belief in spirits and about the ghost walk I took in my young days when they would take you around on a dark foggy night to all the haunted places and tell you about the ghost lady clad in an 18^th century dress, who appears now and then on certain nights near the Pump Room.  

Will you be able to see the ghosts of the two happy lovers kissing and walking down that Crescent next time you return there, I wonder?

Our First Meeting

I saw him coming towards me while I was searching my bag for my cell phone.  He looked young and slender and very charming in his dark blue suit.  I asked “B., is it you?”  “Yes”, he smiled, his voice was different from the “cam voice”, and a lot sexier.  I was smiling nervously and felt very happy.  We hugged quite formally; the surroundings did not allow for a proper hug, he then led me to his car.

He showed me on a road map where we would go for our picnic, and enjoy the countryside.  There were several options, but I let him choose the one he preferred. The mere idea of looking at a map made me feel all mellow because maps always make the traveller and adventurer in me dream.  His gentle presence made me feel incredibly good.

I was thrilled to secretly be in a foreign country just for a few hours, it was so exciting. 

The conversation was easy while we walked the path to the top of the hill overlooking meadows and old houses; the site was just beautiful and perfect!  He asked for the very much needed hug.  I was shaking, flooded by emotions, being able to touch him for real after long weeks of emailing and camming was powerful.  Our hearts were pounding, oh God! Our lips met.  While our first kisses were hesitant, they became more ardent. His hands exploring and touching the back of my neck sent shivers along my spine, My nose nestling in his neck, on his shoulder against his warm skin, I inhaled his scent and after-shave,  woody green and nice. My hands had slipped under his shirt and I could not have enough of him, they were exploring him while we kissed. The ice was broken now at last.

We sat on a cover away from the path, overlooking the scenery of the valley below and enjoyed some French baguette with goat cheese, sliced ham, Greek olives, mushrooms, and grapes accompanied by a good French Burgundy. Dessert consisted of strawberries dipped in Bailey's Irish cream liqueur, a novelty to me, I had to apologise for gulping them down so fast. He could not have chosen better.  I was baffled.  The conversation flowed easily; we touched and laid on the cover, smiled and kissed, my hands under his shirt on his smooth skin.  I could not remember the last time I felt so wonderfully cared for in somebody’s arms.  I was so greedy for his touch and kisses.  My hands explored further down his now bulging pants and my fingertips played with his hardness.  At one point, noticing we were alone, I gently undid his belt and kissed and licked the tip of his cock that was peaking out of his pants.  His moans made me smile and very soon after, I had my reward.  I deeply kissed him to share his sweet taste with him.  He was surprised by my cheekiness.  He was so scared anyone could have seen us.  I told him with a grin he had no idea what I was capable of.  Alas, it had suddenly become chilly and we soon had to leave.

We made it to the airport, but stayed a while in the back of his car for some more passionate and wet kisses and his hands exploring my breast and nipples.  At one point, I just wanted to feel my skin against his therefore lifted my sweater and unbuttoned his shirt to feel him closely. Soon after, we had to rearrange ourselves and I was on my way to the plane.  Sigh!  I had to pinch myself to realise all this had really happened.  I was on cloud nine!  What a wonderful day! What wonderful feelings.  I am so looking forward to our reunion in just a few days.  We have shared so much more in the meantime, and we are so longing for each other’s company.  It is crazy!  It is going to be a feast of the senses.  I cannot wait!


What a day!



Life is happening

Kassandra - The Smell of Autumn

The wheel is turning, life is happening. It seems so much has happened lately and is about to happen soon, that.... I'm completely exhausted but getting happier by the day!

First of all, I seem to have new followers. I am surprised that people actually read me LOL! Even if I have not posted anything recently. Welcome to my little world, my new followers. I'm smiling!

Then, my husband is moving out this week-end. We are separated! It is becoming official... What do I feel? Actually, I'm not exhilarated, I'm not sad, I have been waiting for this for such a long time, that I actually don't feel anything. I guess I haven't realized yet, it has to sink in. The backlash is that there is a certain number of issues that need to be discussed with the children as I am the "monster" and I seemingly have to pay for it. We shall see how things work out. It is not going to be easy.

In the meantime, I have not had much rest because of 14 days of on-going work, followed by a week-end spent in Italy with my art class in Milan and Pavia. I need to sleep!

If you read my last post, things have evolved too. I spent a few hours overseas to meet in person someone very special I met online. As I said, it was a very special and intense hug, but things seemed too complicated at first, yet after some in-depth discussion, they should work out very nicely. I don't want to say too much now, but we have plans to meet again. I hope to be able to post about our first few hours together soon. It made me so happy! The distance and our personal circumstances, as I mentioned in my last post, do not make it easy, but we crave each other's company so much that we want to meet again soon! Oh, I'm sooo looking forward to that much needed warm, affectionate, tender hug, my dear! And sharing masses of TLC, I can't wait!

So, life is happening at last, I'm taking one thing at a time and appreciate all the positive vibes that are coming my way, thanks to a few friends I have close by, but also to some lovely people I met online across the world, you know who you are, especially you, my Fairy!

Away for a hug

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I'm away for the day, flying over the sea for a hug.  We shall see what happens...

It was a beautiful hug, an intense hug, but only a hug.  

Life circumstances and the distance made us realise more was impossible.  

We shall remain friends, if that is at all possible.  

You know you are very dear and special to me.