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I don’t remember if I ever blogged about role-playing. Well, it can be fun 😉

A few years ago I was dating a very kinky Argentinian guy that was living here for some time. He had a thing for playing “good girl / bad girl”.

It is very simple actually, but pretty effective too.

Good girl act: he’d sit me on his lap, while I acted all sweet and innocent. He’d caress my legs, moving up to my thighs. “Oh, I don’t think this is right..”, “Don’t worry, just let me show you something”, “Ok, but only one thing”. He’d slide his fingers under my skirt and touch me slightly, slipping his big fingers under my panties, to feel my wet and warm flesh. “Oh, oh, is it wrong if I like this??”, “No dear, it is ok, everybody else does it”. He kept fingering me, while he unbuttoned my shirt… “is this ok too??”.

He lifted me and placed me on the bed softly, I watched as he undressed, and look with astonishment at his cock. “wow, that is so big!”, “don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”, “what should I do now??”, “come and give me a kiss”, “sure”, “no, not on the lips, here” holding his hard cock to me.

I’d indulge him in every aspect, I’d let him fuck him however he wanted, without trying to take control once, pretending to be surprised at the pleasure and ecstasy. It is fun to yield control every now and then…

Bad girl act: I’d come wearing slutty black underwear and pumps. Push him a bit roughly to the bed and tied him up firmly to the bed posts. Then I’d blindfold him, and if I was feeling especially naughty I’d tie his feet too.

I’d tease him, lick him everywhere, give a soft bite every now and then, breathe next to his neck… When he was about to explode I’d use my mouth to put the condom on him, while scratching the inner side of his thighs with my nails. Then I’d ride him like a proper cowgirl. When I felt he was coming I’d slow down a bit, and the fast and hard again. I was in control, and he knew it, he was not coming untill I had, at least 3 times.

Gotta love a man who is willing to yield all control to the girl. At least I do 😉


I think I mentioned that I like tall boys before. So, when I met this beautiful, over-2-meters-tall basketball player who had just got transferred I was mesmerised. He was very handsome, ebony black skin, perfect white teeth in a disarming smile, and a body that begged to be undressed.

He was playing in San Diego (USA), and had been transferred to my city, to play for a small, upcoming team. He was new to the city, so I kindly offered to give him a tour around 😉

Being a perfect gentleman, he didn’t kiss me until the first “official” date, that was new to me, lol. After dinner we stopped to buy some cigarettes, and I decided I wanted a small chocolate. He smiled coyly and said “so you like chocolate, huh?”, and I answered “of course, I looooove chocolate!”.

Well, after a few more subtle comments, we walked to his apartment “to watch a movie” lol. I think we began undressing in the elevator, before reaching his front door. It was like we both had been waiting for this to happen without saying it. He was tall, so I had to look up to kiss him… he lifted me by my hips and butt and I rolled my legs over him, as he struggled with my bra.

We got to the bedroom, and he laid me on the bed softly, without stopping kissing me he began unbuttoning my jeans. I was getting wet and hot, and he knew that. And I could feel his hardness against me and was making me want some of that… and I am not very patient!

So I rolled over him and reached for my purse to get a condom. To my surprise he said that he needed to use his own brand, cos regular condoms were too small… omg, could this get any better? Yes it could. It was a great feeling to be in control of such a big, strong guy, and I was not going to give that up. I took his condom, opened it and put it on him using my mouth, to which he said nothing, but a soft moan as he clasped my shoulders and arms.

I pulled myself higher, and slowly landed on his cock, slowly devouring the pleasure of feeling him inside me, going deeper and deeper.

Something about him made me feel very comfortable, uninhibited, kinky and free (even more than usual), so we went wild and happy 😉 This lasted almost two hours I think, and we were tired and sweaty, and had silly smiles of joy in our lips as we laid quietly on the bed.

I was sad to hear, one week after our encounter, that he was being transferred to another team…. in an other country!! Funny thing, whenever I see that particular type of chocolate I always think of him, and smile subtly…

Halloween is my favourite holiday. I love costumes, I love candy, I love parties… and I love how people get to feel a bit less inhibited when in costumes + some (or a lot) of drinks.

One Halloween party I will always remember was in a disco. I went as a devil (well, it suits me!), but not as a sexy-short-skirt-devil, i like to dress as a mean, bad devil, with lots of make up, red eyeshadow and very dark lips. I was definitely not going for sexy, unless you look at it in some morbid way.

The party was great, my friends and I had a great time. We were about to leave when I saw an old class mate from high school. I had had a crush on him like 7 years before, but well… the spark was still there. He spotted me and asked me to stay a bit longer, so my friends left. We danced a bit and went to the smokers area upstairs.

We were talking closely cos the place was packed. He was smoking, and I grabbed one lollipop I had “earned” that night. He finished his cigarette but we stayed there, talking very closely, he said I looked different, wilder, sexier. I laughed. He licked my lollipop and gave me a naughty look. I returned the look and took a long, slow lick too. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I could feel my temperature rising fast. This guy was hot, and horny as hell.

We drove to the closest motel, and let me tell you, that boy was full of surprises. He undressed me with a passion I hadn’t seen in a long time, he was eager, he was all over me. When we were naked he took his time, teasing me, making me hotter and wetter every second. He went down on me, with the same hunger I described before, like he hadn’t had sex for years, like I was the sexiest thing on earth. He made me come twice before he decided to go inside me.

And there we went again, I was overwhelmed by the sensations, he was everywhere, and it felt like he knew exactly what I wanted and when.

By the end I had lost count of my orgasms, and was exhausted and happy, but mainly exhausted, I needed a bed, but to sleep!! We got dressed and I sat on a table resting while he gathered his stuff. He came up to me, caressed my legs up my thighs, lifting the long dress a bit, pushed my panties to a side and started to finger me, i couldn’t even speak… I was coming before I could say “enough for one night” (I only had that thought 2 times in my life, but never said it tho;))

He drove me home, and I have seen him just a few times since, always by chance, and never happened again. Last time we met, on the street, he was with his current gf, but he gave me a wink while saying “It’s been a long time, we should arrange to meet again, we used to have fun!”

Note: I know I said I was going to blog about my experiences with foreigners, and this guy was a local, but I think he deserved a post, cos he was truly incredible, and I don’t say that very often!!


I spent a month and a half in another city, working. I met lots of very nice and fun people there, mostly boys 😉

But there is one guy I really liked, the nordic lad. He had a very weird, strong accent, which I found funny. He was tall and strong, and had a great sense of humor (sarcasm, ironies, just like me!).

We hooked up at a beach party, well, actually, after the beach party. I was drunk and tired and when we were heading back to the cars, and as we waited for the girl who was driving I started complaining I was cold, so he hugged me, and the hugging evolved into kissing in no time. We got in the car, both in the back sit, and we made out till we got to my house, but I was too tired to ask him to stay, I needed my sleep!! lol

After that we kept seeing each other pretty often (almost everyday), with some other friends after work. 3 days after the kissing we were drinking in a pub and I realized I had missed my last bus home. It was not the first time, and one of my friends always offered to let me crush in their couches. This time he offered to host me, tho he forgot to mention that we were sharing his bed 😉

We walked to his place chatting, like friends, nothing unusual. We got to his place and he went for a shower and then offered me to have one, and borrowed me a big T-shirt (well, all his T-shirts are big…). When I came back into the bedroom he was in bed already,  made room for me in the bed, and when I got in he turned off the light and said good night. I was very confused, ok, we hadn’t kissed since the beach party, but there we were, him in his underwear and me in my panties and his T-shirt, sharing a bed… maybe I had got it all wrong….

Well, no I hadn’t. As we were both lying in bed, facing each other, awake, he started to slowly caress my arm, as if I would break. I returned the caressing and moved a bit closer, so he could kiss me. We rolled until he was on top of me, and I could feel his size, I was amazed… and eager to see and feel more!!

In no time we were naked (that was easy), and the first thrust was incredible, he was not only big, he was strong, and eager to have me too. He made me come 2 times before I could change positions to be on top (my old time fav). There was no stopping me now. I was ridding him like a true cowgirl, and enjoying every second, every little spasm. It was mind-blowing sex. When we were done, he looked at me and said “Girl, you are amazing”. I was thinking he was too, but I it would have sounded silly. We had a second “round” before going to sleep, and another one in the morning, before work.

When I got to my work y colleagues kept staring at me, I guess that it was because I was wearing the same dress I wore the day before, and I had a big, easy smile on my face 🙂

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I was at a bday party in a very nice pub, and my friends had the wonderful idea of drinking absinthe (a.k.a. “the green devil”).I had been drinking tequila shots and beer already… I have never felt so high from a drink before. If you add that to being kinda horny (I hadn’t had sex in almost 3 weeks!!), it is easy to assume I became an easy prey. That is weird for me, I am usually in control, and I choose my preys, not the other way!!

Anyway, I was dancing, and this guy that was friends with my friends came to dance with me. Guess what? He was Brazilian!! I had had a fun experience with a Brazilian guy before (an another one I can only qualify as “ok”), so I let him flirt with me openly, even if he was a bit hard on the eye.

I don’t remember the exact sequence of events of that night. I will try to fill in the blanks with the info my friends gave me.

We danced and he kissed me there, in the dance floor, in front of everybody, and I didn’t mind (very atypical of me!). As I was told, when we were leaving he offered to give me a ride home, and I politely declined (some brain cell was still working!), but he insisted and somehow I ended up in his car. My friends didn’t worry cos they knew he was a nice guy, harmless.

I remember giving him the directions to my house, and waking up at the door, and then he kept kissing me (lousy kisser), still in the car. I woke up again and we were driving, almost across the city, going to a motel. I thought, “ok, I am already here, this may be fun”. Wrong, it wasn’t. When he undressed I had to make an effort not to look like a reindeer in headlights: he had the smallest cock I’d ever seen, like, ridiculously small…

We had sex, or something like that, I don’t really felt much, besides his bodyweight on me. I am pretty sure I fell asleep from time to time.

When I woke up, a bit more sober and with a terrible headache I was appalled. Next to me, cuddling, was this very bad looking guy, naked, with a peanut between his legs. I suddenly remembered the Coyote Ugly explanation, and I full understood it. I wanted to dissapear!! I didn’t move so he wouldn’t wake up… tho eventually he did, and he was happy and smiling, and trying to kiss me!!! Gosh!

H was very understanding, I wanted to go home cos I had a bad hangover (true), so we skipped breakfast and all that.

I tell you, I’ve been with a few guys… but I had never, ever been so disappointed, never had I left a bar with such a lame pick… I swear I’ll never mix absinthe with anyother drink, EVER!!!

I met this very cute German guy, he had been working here with computers or stuff for a couple of months and was planning to stay for 5 o 6 more. We clicked (or I thought so), and we had some hotel fun. It was nice, nothing remarkable, but very sweet and all that. We exchanged cellphones, and he texted me the following day… actually, the same day, since we had slept together!!

Ok, he is lonely and bored, I can deal with that, I am a good entertainer 😉

We made plans to go for drinks that next day, and we all know where that ends, right? next morning we wake up early cos I had a meeting before lunch. He invited me to have breakfast before I left in a nice coffee shop. We talked a lot, and we had some stuff in common, but not very relevant, like we were born with 10 days difference, stuff like that….

That week he got a bit emotional, claiming to be confused. He did not want to have sex with me if we were not going to be a serious couple. (“where the hell did that come from?”, I wondered…). He made a big speech, that he needed to be in love to have sex, and that he was doubtful about our future together (“really?? lol) cos he had to leave in a few months.

I freaked out, he was considering if we would have a long distance relationship or something like that!!! WTF??? (have I mention my phobia to commitment??)

We agreed that it was the best for both to remain just friends, tho of course I only saw him once or twice before (by chance) and didn’t talk much.

Well, you live, you learn… tho I don’t really know what I learned this time… I guess I will figure it out, eventually….

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I found this article in http://www.theregister.co.uk, I found it very interesting…

(I shortened a bit some explanations)

The reasons for engaging in sex are numerous. Among these are:

  • Sex helps boost the immune system. According to Dr Carl Charnetski of the Department of Psychology at Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, people who reported one or two sexual “episodes” per week enjoyed higher levels of Immunoglobin A. This is an antibody that helps fight disease.
  • Sex helps boost longevity. In one study cited by Dr Charnetski, men who had more orgasms over a 10 year period boosted their longevity compared with those who had fewer.
  • Sex helps ward off cancer. In another study cited by Dr Charnetski, men who had more ejaculations over a 35 year period had 33 per cent less prostate cancer compared to those with fewer ejaculations.
  • Sex results in a more youthful appearance. According to a study by Dr David Weeks, a clinical neuropsychologist at the Royal Edinburgh Hospital in Scotland and co-author of Superyoung (1999), men and women who reported having sex an average of four times per week looked approximately 10 years younger than they really were.
  • Sex helps reduce stress. Numerous studies show that it does this through lowering anxiety levels, boosting relaxation, and aiding sleeping.
  • Sex helps fight depression. A study by Dr Gordon Gallup of the Department of Psychology at the State University of New York at Albany found that women who regularly engage in heterosexual sex were significantly less depressed than those women that did not.
  • Sex helps coping with middle age. This is the inference drawn from research by Dr GA Bachmann at the Robert Wood Johnson Medical School in New Brunswick, New Jersey.
  • Sex is good exercise. Exercise helps circulation, lowers cholesterol, and releases helpful endorphins.
  • Sex helps in losing weight. Well, at least a little. One burns approximately four to five calories per minute or perhaps 300 calories per hour during sex (depending upon how, shall we say, “vigorous” the sex is). About 7,000 to 8,000 excess calories must be burned to lose one kilogram of fat . You do the calculations.”

Now… this is why I look younger and am so happy?? lol 😉

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