Irish Summer - 1

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).

Lofts and Beer

The view from my hotel room

Every morning when I opened my curtains, I would stare at these buildings and wonder who would live there, since there were not many apartments lit in the evenings.  They seemed mostly empty.  I fancied the middle one because of the large windows, the tower is called "something lofts".  The apartments seemed large and interesting, but who would live in such apartments? They are close to the sea,  the one on the lower floor seemed to be a club...  With my wild imagination, I had all kinds of fantasies about the nature of the club, could be anything...  A very exclusive club for the Happy Fews? A photographer's studio?  I quite liked this idea,  luxurious design furniture, a plant wall, something really classy, maybe a swimming pool overlooking the nearby sea?...  then, of course my mind wondered further...I imagined something like a swinger's club? I naively wonder if there are such things in these countries, but I would think there are. They're not on Google.

While there, I met a follower who had traveled for the event.  It felt awkward because I did not want my blog life to interfere with my real life, even less so with work. He contacted me a year ago, we never cammed. I was excited to have the opportunity to meet him in person and have dinner with him in the old town. He told me he did not expect me to be so nervous and shy. It was very enjoyable, and very strange to be able to talk about bloggers and sex. After that dinner, we texted and he made it clear that he wanted to have sex with me, but I could not force myself after only meeting him once. I also told him I did not want to feel like being some kind of trophy (Just imagine my stuffed head with my tongue sticking out on the wall like in a Gary Larson Far Side Gallery comic!) or another notch on his bedpost. We met again another evening in his room for a beer.  He made a move, but I just could not do it, besides I had to get up very early the next day for work. He texted me he really wanted to make love to me.  I came to realize that I did not know him very well.  When we chatted again after the trip, I explained that it was not my habit to through myself into someone's bed out of desperation.  I need to know the person better and to feel a good connection.  We will probably meet again this fall through work. Of course, some of my close colleagues asked questions, I was very elusive.  

Tarzan and Jane

“Jane was in this kind of mood again, where she looked at Tarzan with her special grin. She could never get tired of looking at his muscles move under his sun kissed skin, his strong shoulders and thin waist, but what moved her most was his strong thighs and cheeks. She could spend night after night grabbing and exploring his body and he loved it. He would take her, grunting like an animal, hanging from a vine – monkey ladders as they called them - and would go swinging, sliding, jumping from one vine to another, sometimes get entangled, and caught, it was fun, Cheetah was getting all excited but she had to behave while they were playing their special game. Tarzan would take Jane by the waist, and kiss her deeply while jumping to another tree, her head was dizzy, she was wet and horny as hell. When they landed, she started licking his belly, tearing his loincloth away and taking his long cock in her hands, kneeling down..... Oh, grab this vine of mine, Jenny, bite it!...... JENNY!!!!!! WTF!!! Hey, I'm Jane, not Jenny!!!” Ouch!!! 

Dear bloggers, when you play Tarzan and Jane with a lady, better make sure you remember her name. This is what happened to me recently, I was irritated, but since I know “Jenny” I had to laugh out loud! I need to tell her, maybe he called her “Jane”.... Tarzan suits him well! I know he is reading this, Tarzan, I will whip your silly ass with my long vine, tie you up and play yo-yo with you over the crocodile pond next time you misbehave!!! George of the Jungle!

Central America II - Boats and a canal

Central America - I

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

It is spring again!

First, I seem to have gained quite a few new followers lately, let me wish you a warm welcome on my blog!  Just one missing to reach a hundred!  Hehe! Such an achievement! Almost unbelievable! And please don't hesitate to leave comments, they are always welcome.

Spring is back and it is wonderful, my favourite season, I think.  Birds are chirping in the morning when I wake up, building nests during the daytime and chirping again when I come home from work. Spring is light yellow in colour, forsythias being the first bushes to blossom, along with  primeroses.  Small violets show their tiny blue faces on the lawn; and magniolia trees slowly turn into cream and pink.  We are switching to summer time tonight.   

It's seemed such a long winter this year, feeling like being in limbo forever!  It's soon time again for me to pack my suitcase as I will be flying to Central America in two weeks!  Looking forward to equatorial heat, happy sigh!  :) 14 days of continuous work, then one week of vacation, hopefully in Costa Rica.  

I hope to be able to listen to some salsa music and maybe visit a club.  I have decided to go back to dance classes this year and learn Cuban style salsa, as well as the sensual bachata.  As one says, a man who can dance, move his hips and body in a sensual way vertically, may well be a very good dancer horizontally as well, right?  I can confirm!

For those of you who have been following my life since a year or so, I have decided to leave.  I will find myself a place on my own and leave hubby and the children, contrary to what I had wished when hubby and I separated.  It seems that for the time being, I'm unable to handle three rebel teenagers and for everybody's sake, the best solution really is for me to take some distance to be able to overcome depression and break negative viscious circles.  I tried to handle my children, but they are so prejudiced against me, that for my own sanity, it is better to let go.  Maybe later things will be easier, maybe we all need to go through a family therapy, but this will have to be done after hubby has had further surgery and recovered.  I have very mixed feelings about his recovery.  I wonder if he has the mental strength and the positive attitude to recover properly. We shall see.

I have also opened a profile on a dating site recently, so far nothing interesting. It looks like men in general are looking for younger women, sometimes indecently younger women, some are really old ugly men, and then younger men are also looking for younger women and wishing to have children. I am speaking of men about 5 to 10 years younger than me. Where do I fit in?

What I came to realise these last few months is that to feel complete, you do not need to be in a relationship - I have had a lover and friend with whom I have shared a lot of great and unique moments, but I had to accept to let him go. You have to feel your are being yourself and be happy with who you are, with your flaws and strengths. The combination of these strenghts and flaws is what makes you unique, and the fact that you are at peace with whom you are, that you accept the very person you are. As long as you keep looking for someone, especially someone to bring you happiness, you won't find it. Happiness is within you, it is a way of life, not an aim in itself. So, I'm trying to be that person that has always existed deep inside, but for some reason, was unable to be herself completely, to blossom and shine. It is never too late, and I hope she will shine this year and more and more so. I know, I may sound very naïve, as if this was something that I have just discovered, whereas it is obvious to most people. I always knew it, but never managed to make it happen.

And I also wish to all of you that you find this wonderful person within yourselves.

Passion

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

The Dublin adventure

"Hello! How are you?" this is how you get greeted in Ireland. The weather was gloomy and wet, but this is Ireland. First impression, It’s alive! I crossed many young people in the streets, very refreshing compared to the city where I live, where the average population is becoming a lot older and the standards of living quite high. This makes it a conservative, somehow snobbish, city where people seem rather cold and mentalities are still inherently following the principles of austerity preached by Calvin, some 400 years ago. People will not engage in conversation easily and will not make eye contact when crossing you in the street. So, it was all quite enjoyable and easy-going. And my mind was set in a positive way.

I met some interesting people just sitting at a terrace on a less gloomy Monday afternoon. Someone indicated a real Irish pub for locals, where people come with their instrument and play for their pleasure. The Cobblestone. This is where I spend my next evening, drinking Guinness and enjoying the atmosphere. I had my camera with me, took some pictures. A man sitting behind me advised me not to walk at night in this neighbourhood with my camera, but rather take a taxi home. We engaged in a most intense conversation for over 3 hours. He was a journalist specialized in business matters, who regularly came to Dublin a few days a week for business. His name was Douglas. He told me he spent some years in America and Australia, but in the end, he was homesick and decided to come back to Ireland, where he married and had children. We compared mentalities, spoke about our lives. Excellent connection, we were on the same wavelength. We spoke about relationships and sex. As I said, very intense. In three hours, this man got me back on tracks in the kindest and most understanding manner. The pub was about to close, so he got me a taxi, this happened in less than 5 minutes, and he was gone. I don’t know his name. I will never see him again, but he left a memorable feeling in my heart. I don’t believe in coincidences, I think I was meant to meet this person somehow. Something like an angel :)

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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.”

Let's fly away

Don Ricchilino

Let us fly away on our magic carpet over oceans and deserts,

Hide in forbidden oasis and bathe in fresh rivers under the palm trees,

Quench our thirst with heady wines, Satiate our appetites with goat cheese, dates and grapes,

Sleep on thick carpets under the golden moonlight surrounded by dromedaries and sheep,

My hips swaying to the sound of the nay and the darbuqqa,

Frankincense mingling with our dizzying carnal scents under the tent,

My wet lips on the flute playing its soothing rhythm to tame your insatiable snake.

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!



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.

Agent Provocateur "Love me tender"

Agent Provocateur - "Love Me Tender" in HD from Greg Williams on Vimeo.

Another one I just love!

You start dying

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You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths...
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don't know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice..."

Pablo Neruda

Dirty Old Man

Our landlord is 70 year old.  Upon our arrival, we were invited for a drink and introduced to his family.

His wife and family have since been away for the week. Every day, he finds an excuse for ringing at the door. He likes to give me a cucumber or a zucchini - you should have seen the children's disgust! No need to have studied Freud to understand what he means, or do we have dirty minds when we wonder why a cucumber or a zucchini, or even an unripe plum!!!.

He has a bad breath, strange toes, is half bald and wears glasses, he is 70 after all. One day, he rang three times. “If you want to have a drink, I’m there, I’m waiting…” I did it once, at the beginning, he took every opportunity to touch my bare skin.  Since then, I’m always elusive or tell him we won’t be around. Doesn’t he get my message? Is it only hospitality, or is he a dirty old man?

Lately, we had an invasion of ants in the kitchen, he came by to check. He touched my arm and said he would take care of it, spray a little here and there… I cringed in horror and disengaged myself from his grip.

He has invited himself twice, cooking fish and bringing this very strong alcohol made with either rose petals, or orange rinds, mint leaves or carob seeds, or plumbs (slivoviz). The children made faces in his back, did silly comments when he was not listening, I had to make efforts not to laugh while listening to him. He has told us the same story three times already, so I think he is a little senile, but he always manages to touch me, my arm, my shoulder, my back. I mentioned my husband, he quivered. “Are you married? Yes, I am!” Ten minutes later, he was gone. The children asked with a grin “what would you have done if he tried to kiss you with his bad breath?” Well, I would never have let it go so far, and I prefer to believe it was just pure hospitality *ahem!*.  After that, I went for a strong cocktail!

On a more positive note, the view from our balcony.

Highway Blues

We had been on our way for about 1 1/2 hour when the air conditioning broke down and hot air was blowing in the already warm car. Three teenagers and myself, listening to AC/DC, Offspring, Muse, Red Hot Chilly Peppers, merely enacting a scene from Wayne’s World  (don't you just love me with long blond hair and black glasses?), in a mobile oven. At this point, we had to open the windows to be able to breathe, the hot air blowing our hair straight back. What a family of loonies!

Glacier above the Mont-Blanc tunnel

After coming out of the Mont-Blanc tunnel, the GPS was “calculating…. calculating…. calculating”. Ha!, obviously, it got lost! Once we were stuck in a miles long traffic jam on the highway in Italy, it told us to “turn left!”  “turn left… calculating… TURN RIGHT!!!” Turn right? And drive into the wall? Are you kidding? “TURN RIGHT!!! TURN LEFT… TURN AROUND!!! MAKE A U-TURN!!!! Calculating! calculating… calculating…. TURN AROUND!!!” WTF!!!, I took the stupid device and threw it in the back of the car, if this damn thing cannot even tell us to go straight, it is bloody useless!!!!

If this were not enough, as we reached the Milano - Venice area, the beautiful sky that I kept comparing to those of a Canaletto or a Tintoretto painting erupted into the hugest storm we had experienced in a long time, to the point where we had to stop under a bridge to avoid hailstones the size of quail eggs.

Some "strange" adds along the highway

Shortly, it took us 21 hours to reach our destination, a village on the Croatian seaside. By mid afternoon, we were on the pebble beach, and in the……. OH.MY.GOD! F****G ICE COLD water!!!  (Please, excuse my French!)  My pussy was deep frozen in less than two minutes! The heat was definitely turned off for two weeks! :(       LOL!