It might be…

Because i may have been thinking of you, lying next to me.. being massaged.

Hands on my body.. warm oils. Knowing you're lying there too.. feeling the warm oil..  thinking about me.

Thinking of your cock… hard knowing i was so close, naked… and you couldn't touch me.

My body…. full of oil, face down on the bed, my legs spread slightly.

My panties soaked.

It's a pretty strange feeling… i'm attempting to work thru it. Listing what's on my mind

• The next in the photo challenge is a photo of your best friend.. i don't know if i have one of these.. my friends are all amazing, and very special to me. I have many many photo's of me, because well… taking pics of myself is a new hobby, but of me + BFF, well no. What shall i do here..
• The next thought on the BFF front is… i seem to be losing girlfriends… naturally i have to ask myself… i am the common factor here – what do i do… and do i need to actively go out and find new girlfriends… And shall i call the good Dr about this problem..
• And then i think…. fuck it… I'm a little tired of noticing my short comings and working on them – i'll think about this tomorrow…
• I'm going for a massage tomorrow, this excites me greatly. ehm.
• This work is doing my fucking head in. It's not that i can't do it, it's that really… it's awful. But we must do what we must do. The stress is huge.. drama drama… and all that shit..
• But really – what the fuck does it REALLY matter… tomorrow the sun will shine, and eveyone has their issues, and to them they feel so BIG and IMPOSSIBLE..but hey – at the end of the day, christmas will arrive, and so will next year…and the year after that. So, just make today count. No point in hiding behind the drama. It's constant. This is life.
• WHY do the buttons KEEP on coming off this top. I'm not a sewing kinda girl.. and i've ALREADY put two buttons back.
• The panties i'm wearing today are awful… in fact, they might jsut have to GO. now.
• How is it that no one told me about Hipstamatic before… or rather why is it i never LISTENED when i was told how amazing this it…?! I just LOVE it… And am having SO much fun with it.
• The Vag Wax is amazing.. i am loving it. Obsessively so.. in fact, i think i may have entered into a little sexomnia. Or maybe masturatomnia…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nope, the feeling is still there.

Maybe i'm confusing it with hunger… maybe i need lunch.

This photo was taken hmmm.. a few weeks ago maybe. I just like it.

It’s the strangest thing, when I’m at the shops – it truly feels like i have none. Not enough. Like i have to wait for underwear to go threw the wash. As in – tomorrow i go commando*.

So, two weekends a go i rushed out and added this – just to insure i don’t run out anytime soon.

Is that red Orange?! *gasp*

Naturally… the bug had bitten… and as we’re facing 2012 – i had to get more… So this weekend i added:

Is that is yellow polka dot...

And then i started thinking about the rest of the underwear…. I kept opening drawers and finding more and more and more…

Where does she put all of this...?!

At this point i thought to myself… JHBP – this is sinful.. there are girls who walk around day after day with the same old granny panties… girls who have 7 pairs of panties… 3 they wash and wear… one good bra… And *you* have all of this. And then i opened another drawer and fould ALL of these…

A tower of panties...?!

Naturally – there is no real point to this post, simple to expose *JUST* how much underwear i have.

xxx

*I’m in no way against commando – i simply require motivation or instruction to do it…

There is truth in that. A great deal of truth.

Which i learnt this very monday night…

When i accepted an invite to meet Sven for a drink. Being a lastminute.com kinda girl, invites 15 minutes before you have to be there really don’t bother me too much. [especially when they involve driving the most awesome new car]

So, i pulled a brush thru my hair, changed my shoes and dashed out of the house.  Arriving at the secret location three things studenly occured to me… One – i hadn’t shaved my legs… for a good few days, Two – my underwear selection and Three – the dear veejayjay hasn’t had a wax due to the upcoming trip.

So even though, there might have been a rather nice kiss, or two in the most awesome new car there was no leg over.

*sigh*

Fucking Girl Scouts.

* I was *that* tempted to spell that as ‘cum’ rather!

• Contemplated contacting a friend i haven’t spoken to since christmas day.
• Bought new underwear. Of course. It was buy 3 get two free option. And the bra was on the sale rack – for a STEAL. 80 ronds.
• Applied for car Finance.
• Been approved for car finance.
• Not got the car i wanted.
• Gotten a nicer car.
• Recovered from flu.
• Had my nails painted RED.
• Found myself a Faxtoemail number… isn’t that exciting?
• Contemplated the lack of sex in mylife.
• Made a todo list
• Did things off that list.
• Made trip to PTA
• Not been to gym once.
• Bought a few items of clothing at MAKRO.
• Few items to ‘shake up’ my outfits
• A paperboy styled hat.
• Cute cardigans.
• Black leggings
• Grey flat boots
• Change is in the air.
• I’ve been excited about the fact – it’s a few days until Mauritius.
• How exactly am i going to tell the parents that i’m going to Europe at the end of the year. What exactly is the best approach here. I Spy… Guess what?! … Knock Knock.. maybe?
• I’m dead excited for Mauritius.
• I intend to read books, drink cocktails. Lazy in the sun.
• I finished my book this weekend. Something my Jonathan Killerman – he is my lazy weekend no thinking bookguy. I think it’s because secretly, when i put the book down after reading.. i have dirty hot sex dreams which involved Dr Alex Delaware.
• So now i have no book. What to read? What to read?
• Wanna have sex?

So, for now we stick to things…

Makro – as per my Tweet some time yesterday afternoon. I love that place. love it. I’m 2/3′s a bargain Betty. And that place is enough to get Betty’s panties soaked.

Sleeping in my panties – more specifically a black pair of full panties… I’ve always prefered naked. But ATM, for some reason – the panties are doing it for me.

Tropica – this beauty appeared in the fridge over the weekend. I may have been spotted taking a swig from the bottle. That’s how I roll bitches.

My blog – because it remains the poster board of my life.

Mauritius – naturally because I’m going there….in oh… 29 days.

Gym – because I’ve been more times this year, than the entire 3 years I’ve had the contract. Fuck you Virgin Active – I’m getting my monies worth. Finally.

Pretoria – the more time I spend there… The more I love it. I’m loving the bistro/cafe culture… Deli on Duncan.

Photography - even tho I still, have fuck all idea what I’m doing beyond point and shoot, I’m still enjoying it.

Hodges – and the second hand book store next door… I love that place. It’s like a personal happy place.

My hair – I love it. But I needs to get longer. And I’m tired of waiting.

Sorbet hand wash and cream – Moroccan Fig. I picked this up for a STEAL the other day at sorbet, R50 each. And so good… Gorgeous glass bottles.

Loreal expert conditioner – the green one in the tub. My god. It’s amazing. AND it seems to be lasting forever! Ftw.

Vitamin water – this has been up there for a while now.

My iPhone – What would a post like this be… with out mentioning it!?

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things!

A few days ago this question pop’d into my box… so to speak. And got me thinking. And of course… thinking is no fun – if you don’t do something with the thoughts….

if you think about having sex – do you have one memory that you think of? i.e. position, setting etc?

Hmmm… I think about having sex often.  Sometimes about the person I’m currently having sex with.. if at that point there is none… [like now], random men i know will do… there are the usual suspects… who just happen to often fill my thoughts… now and again random strangers, I’d find myself in a queue contemplating a mans cock. Or his hands… his fingers.

I go through phases… as most do i’m sure… Recently i had a conversation with a ‘Master’ who found the thought of dominating me quite excellent… i find that this now consumes my fantasies. The thought of being absolutely used for someone else’s desires… pleasures. hmmm….

I do often think of a cock in my mouth… this turns me on greatly, and is a thought i often have. Memories in fact, of blow jobs i’ve given… mens reactions.. the tastes.. the feelings.  I do very much enjoy this activity… Dare i say… i at times crave it…?

Right now…. on this rainy Joburg day… if i close my eyes… i think of being naked on a bed, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.. a head between my legs… his lips on my clit, his hand sliding a dildo in and out of my cunt. His tongue concentrating on my clit as i cum…. he turns me over… pulls me to my knees my ass in the air and thursts his cock into me.

Next question….?

Courtesy of 1 x rottweiler.