HNT - The Dreamer

Dare to dream of far off lands,

Dream of deserts, covered in sand.

Dream of rainforests, trees high above

Dream of finding your one true love.

Dare to dream of lies or the truth,

Dream of never losing your youth.

Dream of battles, dream of a spark.

Dream of light, a light in the dark.

Dare to dream of fighting and sadness,

Dream of men, succumbed to madness.

Dream of warmth and heat and flame,

Dream that your life is just a game.

Dare to dream of hate and mistrust,

Dream of all that’s true and just.

Dream of drowning, drowning in the sea,

Dare to dream of dreaming, yes dare to dream with me.

Lexi Smith

TMI Tuesday

Rather a TMI Wednesday for my first attempt!


1. For self-arousal, if you could reach any part of your body with your mouth, which part would you like to reach and why?  Definitely my pussy, it wants daily attention.


2. If you reached that part of your body, how often and how long would you want to stay there? As often as possible.


3. If the opportunity arose, what would you like to do to someone else that you have never been game to try before? Use a strapon on hubby, although he doesn’t know if he would like it.

4. You have been selected to swap one of your organs with another member of the opposite sex. What would you swap and why? Who would you choose as the organ donor?  I have always wanted to know how it feels like to have a cock. I’d give one day of my life to be a man! Then also have a man’s brain for a day.


5. Overnight you have a beauty sleep and inexplicably awaken at dawn having now turned into the most beautiful person on the planet. What would you do differently for the next 24 hours?  I don’t think beauty would change anything in my behavior. Now if you refer to the “inside” beauty, I would try to make my little contribution to improving someone’s life, something I try to do anyway (does that sound like the reply of a winning Miss at a beauty pageant?) I would take some pictures as a souvenir, lol!


Bonus Question: You are noticed by a talent scout and invited to star in your own x-rated movie for world wide distribution. You are asked to write the plot. Describe your movie plot in one sentence of no more than 20 words.   I am in a pullman (train), dressed as Greta Garbo, and there are three very sexy men with me. Suddenly the lights go off…

Oh Baby, give me that drilling, I need it so!

As a non-American, I have not had a chance to become acquainted with “double entendre” song lyrics (in French it is actually “double sens” or “sous-entendu”). Only recently, when hubby was listening to some blues did I realise the double meaning of the words. I found that very funny, especially that most of these songs came out in the 30’s or 40’s. Here are some of them.

Dinah Washington - Long John Blues

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I've got a dentist who's over seven feet tall

Yes I've got a dentist who's over seven feet tall

Long John they call him, and he answers every call

Well I went to Long Johns office and told him the pain was killin'

Yes I went to Long Johns office and told him the pain was killin'

He told me not to worry, that my cavity just needed fillin'

He said "when I start drillin', I'll have to give you novocaine"

He said, "Yes, when I start drillin', I'll have to give you novocaine

Cause ev'ry woman just can't stand the pain"

He took out his trusted drill

And he told me to open wide

He said he wouldn't hurt me

But he'd fill my hole inside

Long John, Long John, you've got that golden touch

You thrill me when you drill me, and I need you very much

When he got through, he said "Baby that will cost you ten"

Yes when he got through, he said "Baby that will cost you ten

Six months from now, come back and see me again"

Say you're supposed to see your dentist

'Bout twice a year, that's right

But I think I feel it bobbin'

Yes I'll go back there tonight

Long John, Long John, don't ever move away

Say I hope I keep on achin' so I can see you every day.

Big Long Slidin' Thing by Dinah Washington

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Bull "Moose" Jackson - Big Ten Inch Record
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Got me the strangest woman

Believe me, this chick's no sinch

But I really get her going

When I whip out my big ten-inch

Record of a band that plays the blues

Well a band that plays its blues

She just love my big ten-inch

Record of her favorite blues

No no babe

Last night I tried to tease her

I gave my love a little pinch

She said now stop that jivin'

Now whip out your big ten-inch

Record of a band that plays the blues

Well a band that plays the blues

She just loves my big ten-inch

Record of her favorite blues

I, I, I cover her with kisses

And when we're in a lover's clinch

She gets all excited

When she begs for my big ten-inch

Record of a band that plays the blues

Well a band that plays the blues

She just love my big ten-inch

Record of her favorite blues

My girl don't go for smokin'

And liquor just make her flinch

Seems she don't go for nothin'

'Cept for my big ten-inch

Record of a band that plays the blues

Band that play the blues

She just love my big ten-inch

Record of her favorite blues

Harry Roy - My girl's pussy - 1931

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There's one pet I like to pet, and every evening we get set.

I stroke it every chance I get, it's my girl's pussy.

Seldom plays and never purrs, and I love the thoughts it stirs.

But I don't mind because it's hers, it's my girl's pussy.

Often it goes out at night, returns at break of dawn.

No matter what the weather's like, it's always nice and warm.

It's never dirty, always clean. In giving thrills, never mean.

But it's the best I've ever seen, it's my girl's pussy.

There's one pet I like to pet, and every evening we get wet.

I stroke it every chance I get, it's my girl's pussy.

Seldom plays, never purrs, and I love thoughts it stirs.

But I don't mind because it's hers, it's my girl's pussy.

So often it goes out at night, and returns at break of dawn, break of dawn.

No matter what the weather's like, it's always dry and warm.

I bring tidbits that it loves, we spoon like two turtledoves.

I take care to remove my gloves, when stroking my girl's pussy.

Julia Lee - King-size Papa

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I got a man that's more than eight foot tall. Four foot shoulders and that ain't all.

King size papa, He's my king size papa. I take the door off the hinges when my baby comes to call.

There's such a lot of him, the way he grew. Enough to last 'til 1992.

King size papa, he's my king size papa. He's a real super daddy and he knows just what to do.

No one can thrill me like my baby can. He's such an extraordinary man.

King size papa. He's my king size papa. Never was nothin' like him since the day the world began.

When he's around there's not a thing I lack. When he loves me he holds nothin' back.

King size papa. He's my king size papa. Everything that I need he carries in his king size pack.

They built the Boulder Dam, the Empire State. And then they made my man and is he great!

King size papa, he's my king size papa. He's the one in a million who can really keep me straight.

He's got big strong arms to hold me tight. Then he squeezes me with all his might.

King size papa. He's my king size papa. He's my one big moment and I'll keep him right in sight,

I would be curious to know about your own discoveries of “double entendre” songs.

In the dark

The action was getting really intense, the plumber had the biggest cock I had seen so far - and was taking the wife doggy-style, she was moaning and crying, and I was already getting terribly wet. My thighs pressed together, I was feeling the heat building up, when someone sat two seats away from me. Sitting in the back row, I was annoyed. I looked at the man in the blue light, he seemed very handsome and young, long hair, long shirt over his jeans. He was absorbed by the movie.

I had discreetly unbuttoned the front of my dress and was getting inside my underpants. My fingers were doing their job perfectly and my nipples rubbing against the dress’s light fabric. My attention was suddenly drawn to my neighbor. He was slowly opening his zipper and even in the dim light, I could see the tip of his cock shimmer in his hand. Wow! This got me almost to the point of no return. I moved my body towards him so that I could see the movie as well as him simultaneously, getting off. He must have noticed my movement from the corner of his eye since he suddenly looked in my direction. I noticed how startled he was for he immediately stopped moving, his eyes fixed on me, his mouth open in astonishment. My hand was still moving between my legs, I was however on the alert waiting for his reaction. A large smile soon appeared on his lips, he shifted towards me so that we would almost face each other.

At that time, the wife was cuming and her husband had joined in the action, seemingly aroused at the sight of his wife being fucked by someone else. They engaged in a threesome, which set my imagination on fire. I opened my thighs wide enough so that he could enjoy every little detail. His hand worked faster, we stared at one another. We were in our own little bubble, playing our own little game, a duet for four hands. I could feel his aggressive sensuality entirely focused on me, which turned me on even more. I opened the top of my dress for him to see how hard my nipples were, wetting my swollen lips and licking my fingers, I cupped my breast with my left hand, circled each nipple with my wet thumb and index. I pinched them hard. He had opened his shirt, I could see his perfectly chiselled body down to his hips. I, in turn, offered him my almost complete nudity.

The wife was now straddling the plumber while the husband penetrated her from behind. I had to constantly watch my moaning. Mr. Handsome saw me closing my eyes. I heard him groaning softly. I could feel him inside of me, filling me completely as my fingers went deeper and deeper, slick, my muscles contracting, I could almost feel Twin in my ass. This was so intense that my eyes and my mouth opened wide. I was consumed by an incredibly powerful orgasm, shivering in the dim light. A few seconds later, Mr. Handsome jerked on his seat, a silent cry on his lips, his cock throbbing and squirting. The film was almost over; I had quickly rearranged myself and rushed out of the theatre, not wanting to be noticed by any of the other men. Once in the street, out of curiosity, I quickly glanced over my shoulder and saw Mr. Handsome giving me a thumb up in the distance.

Mangoe and chocolate

It is the new moon and I don't know what it is doing to me. Woke up with this dream still very vivid on my mind - we are both sleeping, your arms folded around me, spooning, you start kissing my neck, while gently scratching my back down to my bottom, goose bumps and shivers, I suddenly become breathless. Your tongue on my skin, oh that feels so good, I almost scream. Your hands cup and strike my breasts from behind, your heavy breathing in my hair. Your dark chocolate bar gently finds its way into my juicy mango. Oooowwww¨!!!!! What a feeling, I almost came just at the thought of it. You make me feel so hot and juicy. Just thinking of you makes me go crazy!

One year later

Exactly one year ago, on Valentine’s day, I took the decision to divorce. I was angry, depressed, but determined. Almost paralyzed by a serious lumbago, stuck in bed for a week reading was my only occupation. My daughter had been offered the complete series of Twilight books for her birthday, being in a period of self-pitying, I left myself sink into the drama and came to realize that maybe I would never again be able to experience such intense feelings, which made me utterly depressed. Where had the love gone after such a long marriage? Was my life going to continue like this, in a routine from which feelings of love and belonging had disappeared, where we only stayed together because of the children? With a non existent sex life? With endless frustration and frequent arguments? I was slowly dying.

I took the decision to change things in a way that would make me take a different direction. Once my back stopped killing me, I started exercising again and watched my diet. In less than three months, the scale indicated a drastic weight loss and I slowly regained some self-confidence, feeling a lot sexier. Fortunately, in late March I was sent to Africa, where I worked for two full weeks, followed by another two weeks of holiday. At this point in my life, these are the only moments when I am really happy and completely myself.

My trip was wonderful. It gave me the opportunity to meet a friend I had not seen in three years and it was great. I felt appreciated and easygoing. What a booster for my ego.

When I came back, my husband must have felt a change, we made love for the first time in over two years. My friend kept writing to me and our messages became more and more intense. I was addicted to his mails, we also texted. I felt happy for the first time in years and more determined than ever to divorce. I went for some legal counseling. Things were not going to be simple, moneywise especially. I informed my husband of my intention to divorce. I took him completely by surprise, he felt hurt. However, the situation deteriorated again because of the fact that my husband had been jobless for well over three years - with no unemployment benefit whatsoever - and because of our financial situation. The result was that as long as my husband was dependent on me, and being absolutely worshipped by the children, I could not ask him to leave. This was in August.

I was sent to Africa again in September, very intense work; while there, took some time off again, wonderful! However, things deteriorated even more when I came back, moneywise. My friend stopped writing to me. His wife had read one of my texts and gave him hell. Depression caught up on me, that was when I started wondering about blogging. My husband had finally accepted the idea of divorcing, but with Christmas nearing, we decided to go on a truce. The three weeks I stayed at home were almost dreamlike - steaming sex, no arguments, more sex - and he found himself a job at the start of the new year, a short-term with the hope of signing a contract next June. Moneywise, things are still very difficult. We are completely broke.

Now, one year later, I feel we have become friends again, if not completely husband and wife - the love is definitely gone for me. We are still not divorced. He does not communicate much, but I have the feeling he is hoping that with a new job things will ease up, and we will stay together. We are like best friends in our good moments, we have brought up three wonderful children, but we have been hurting each other, the children have not seen me happy in a very long time. At worst, they cannot remember their mom as a happy person, what image do they have of me?

I am fed up with the waiting. I would like my life to move on. I can only hope that we will behave like responsible adults, stay friends and manage amicably.

I am determined to make it happen.

The African Moon (click)

As I already mentioned in a former post, I have an unconditional love for Africa. What struck me is the beauty of its people. I’ve mainly been to Eastern and Southern African countries. Of course, I’m attracted to men, but everywhere they tend to dress in the same fashion - jeans and T-shirts/shirts, nothing remarkable when it comes to observe the shape of their bodies. Be it in Ethiopia, Kenya, Botswana or South Africa, unless they are clad in their ethnic attire, it does not help you to appreicate their bodies. Of course, everywhere you have good looking men, but you can’t see their butts, thighs or stomachs.

What finally attracted my eye where the women, through their colourful clothes, their smiles, the way they moved and their gracious shapes. I saw the most beautiful women. Wasn’t Miss Universe 1999 from Botswana? (Although she is not very dark skinned). Lately, I observed their waist and buttocks. I was positively amazed by their behinds. Some women are just gorgeous! I am not attracted to women, but some are just jaw dropping beautiful - broad shoulders, thin waist and a very pretty round butt, long muscular thighs and long legs! But their booties, my God! And how they move it is just mesmerizing! The first time I saw ethnic dances in Cameroon, I could not believe what I was seeing - how could they move their waists and butts like this? I wouldn’t even know which muscles to move; so supple and sensual, even sexual. We have all heard these comments - whites and blacks are not built the same, well, sometimes you really wonder! I saw very thin long legged gazelles, shorter ones with big breasts and large behinds, and incredibly big bootied Hottentots Venuses, almost like hippo moms, but always found them amazing! Even spectacular!

I am told I have a fetish for booties, maybe. I am drooling when I see great bootie shakes, the male side of me wants to touch booties, kiss and caress, pinch and spank, cup and massage them, lick them, bite them, squeeze and fondle them, like I fondled my children’s behinds when they were babies (this has nothing to do with incest, please!). What struck me is that many Europeans have flat butts. My Kenyan friend calls me “flatbed” because I am so envious of those marvellous shapes. Ladies and gentlemen, cherish and enjoy your booties if they are chunky, muscular, big and round and lovely. You are so blessed!

Random controversial links:
 
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http://www.zimbio.com/Hottentot+Venus/articles/3/Hottentot+Venus+transformed+modern+day+Video
 
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