A boy asked a girl to cook for him this weekend… And the idea, at first – really excited this girl… and then the reality of what she needed to do set in. A panic moment even. The girl pulled herself together, remembering what a smart girl she was… popped off to Fourno's and picked up some ready made soup, bread and cheese. The boy did warn the girl that he had to be up at some crazy hour the next morning, but as he loved the food, and found her 'cooking' amusing… he took her to bed. And that very early morning was worth it.

As many people accross the world, find religion early sunday mornings sitting in church… others don't. Some of use find our center, our calm, our perspective sitting out side, drinking coffee… orange juice.. watching those who co-inhabbit this world with us.  Messages, just as those from god… are also found… in the most interesting of places…

He has a fire place, gorgeous, warm, sexy and the perfect place for conversation, dates, moments to happen. Moments where conversation becomes seductive, things like… i'm not wearing any underwear… and …. did i mention that wax, not sure if you'd like it… get mentioned… where dresses get pushed up…and legs gets spread appart… where lips places kissing on thighs… test the smoothness..slip between lips… taste the moist warm….  reaction to the words which have been spoken…. and a girl get so caught up in the divine feelings and reactions she don't feel her touch against the hot fire until its a little too late…

Seeing the colours, the shades… i remember i've been here before. And how exactly the same it is… yet how completely different it is. And how comfortable and calming it just is.

This is Travis… he is the cutest little boy ever. This photo was taken Feb this year.. which makes it last summer… He was on a mission.

So, on the 11th of May 2006 i was a blogger.. somewhere else, it was a very different blog to this one, as well.. i happened to be a very different kind of person.

There may be older pictures in my picture folders…but i've lost interest in looking…and thought this might be the most fun.

Today i wanted to do a deep and meaningfull post. And then this landed in my inbox… and well… its rightful home is on my blog. Ralph & LIsa wrote it for my blog. I'm sure of that.

Maybe i'll feel a DMC a little later.

My gorgeous Jimmy Choo's… which were a gift from my Aunt for my graduation. Could she Rock ANY MORE?! An aunt who gives her neice Jimmy Choo's as a grad gift?!

In fact, i remember I remember watching porn.. long long ago – of a girl, on one of those deck chairs out by the pool. She was on her knees…ass in the air. Guys standing around her…watching as one fingered her and pressed a similar plug into her ass…altho that one was FAR bigger and glass.. i think…. that was very very sexy… i do think i came a few times watching that..

And also…

Teasing me… Playing with my cunt…enjoying how very wet you make me.  Sucking my clit into your mouth… Fucking my cunt with your mouth…again and again…

Sharing is still caring right… dahlings?!

Now and again, the brother and I commute together, because we're 'green' that way…  Sometimes i get bored in these trips..too much communication between family members is not ALWAYS good.. so we 'Car Model'… That would be the Mini BLue Steel look.

This was taken back  in Mauritius on *that* holiday with *that* big fancy camera I played around with for a little while. 

I will ALWAYS wash my hair first and the rest of the body last. The Veejayjay last. I have this awful thought of washing your body, rinsing it, and then the dirty water from another spot runs into the clean rinsed area… this just won’t do.

I sleep on the right hand side of the bed, with my duvet wrapped around my head. Think ca-coon. Come summer or winter, this is how i sleep. I just can’t fall asleep if there isn’t something around my neck. It must be a comfort thing.

The very first thing i do in the mornings is check my cell phone… News24, mail, sms, twitter – it’s obsessive i suspect… following that, i search for my glasses – as i’m blind. I make it to the bathroom… Life only really starts once i’m out the shower.

I am a supremely messy person at times, by sunday evening – if i’ve had a particularly hectic weekend, my bedroom resembles something close to downtown Bagdad. Clothes everywhere, shoes everywhere, underwear everywhere.

I have absolutely SHOCKING email inbox management habits. Stuff gets lost, i read a forget to respond. I read and it gets lost.

I am dyslexic… as is my father... I spent many years in remedial classes.. with a little concentration – i spell and write and read perfectly (see next point)

I have the concentration and attention span of a mature guppy fish. This used to bother me greatly, and i’d force myself to complete things, and stick to doing things… But as i’ve gotten older – i’ve realised.. just like an ADHD kid gets accepted. So. Should. I.

I love to blog… It reminds of the sounding board who was my therapist. Altho, now it’s really all about me, and i get to censor all comments. Which works quite nicely.

I love blogging about sex… because it, in itself is very sexy and sensual. There is the voyeur in me who enjoys knowing other people read… And there is the part of me who likes to share simply because it’s entertaining, and not enough people get it.

I like memories… this is a big part of why i blog. So i’ll remember. This is also why i take so very many photo’s.

I haven’t told my family i’m going to Europe. Because well, i’m a pussy – and things are pretty stressful around town… and i don’t need them stressing about that too.

I really do enjoy sex. Trying new things… the adventure of it… learning from someone, the build up and excitement, the goosebumps, the taste…

I have favourite people... a lot like other people have favourite food, and movies and songs…

…. but then again… these are things that you and you and you…. maybe know