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Eric

My first impression of the man was he that he was old. He was a wearing a black shirt and dark blue jeans and walking around with a walking stick looking at the room diagnollay opposite to my room to stay. I dint think of him much but later that day i saw him sitting on the balcony alone with a black cigaret dangling from his mouth. I found him very intriguingly handsome. He is White, English and Stylish. I smiled at him and asked him the usual question.
Me: (Smiling) Hi I am so and so
Him: (smiles Back) Hi i am Eric.( we shake hands)
Me: How long are you here for and what are you doing?(you know the usual question we ask when we are travelling).
Him: I am not sure maybe for a day or two and then i have to leave for a film shoot and then maybe i will come back after that.
Me: Ohh Wow film shoot? Really?
Him: Nothing that interesting, They wanted a White old English male who paints and i just happened to be there and being a painter they were interested in me and they asked me to act in their movie and as i had nothing better to do I said yes. (shrugging)
Me: Wow thats interesting.. So you are a painter??
Him:  Yeah.. I paint a little. I dabble with paints.
Me: Do you have anything to show me??
Him: I have few on my phone, let me see if i can find some.( he scrolls through the phone and gives me his phone)
Me: While looking scrolling I find some pics with some interesting statues. I was intrigued and i say him.. Wow these are interesting, who’s are these?
Him: Ohh.. I made them….
Me: WHAT.. you are sculptor too. Wow thats so awesome.
Him: Yeah, I collect scarp and i creat something out it. poSo what do you do??
Me: I tell him.. Blah blah blah
I controlled the urge to pee and settled down to listen to him. When he’s shown his exhibition pictures i was smitten as Douglas Adams came for the opening his show. What could be more interesting to me that that? And That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We used to go for coffee and I started spending as much time as possible beaucase of the kind of stories he used to tell me. I was in awe of him and i guess little bit in love too.. He was such a proper gentleman with all the proper ettequet.
     His stories are funny, intriguing and he himself is quite fascinating. We used to speak about books, music, Painting (i don’t know a lot but still), Sculpting, travelling, Painters, His love life, me about My non existing love life. How he met his wife.. or how he is in India and how he once spend time with a sniper(I would love to meet him once too) I loved talking to him. He had enough storied tell to fill up my time and not being bored(which i might say, is very rare). He said how he once a met young singer who had magical voice who later turned out to be one of the bejees. I was constantly in awe. God how i loved(love) him. He is one of the Those i would miss no matter what. What are the chance of listening to rest of his stories? I wish i get to spend more time with him.
I wish some day I could make someone fall in love with me WITH MY STORIES 🙂

Ruined for sex?

stock-vector-girl-cry-pop-art-vintage-comic-retro-background-263336555I think I am. Too much of romance books, sweet romance shit and imagination and a romanic ex-boyfriend and now an amazing vibrator which gives me two to three orgasms .  I don’t have anyone to kiss. Where am I going to get a guy who is going to kiss me crazy let alone give me orgasms. I think I ruined myself for regular sex with a man. DAMN. I still want to feel the stubble or a couple beard on my cheeks. Strong arms around me. Its such an amazing feel. But is it worth all the trouble??

Horny

Ohh fuck, Is it the age?? Are women over 30 really this horny? Was I this horny when I was in my 20’s?? I am horny all the fucking time.. I see a good kissing scene i am getting so horny and top less guy is doing that to me too.. A guys arms and calf muscles are making me horny. I think its the age. I am looking at a guy from my laptop screen who is sitting behind and i am Horny. I am tired of using a vibrator. If only a guy takes the first step and kiss the fuck out me because give me time and I think fuck out of everything so i don’t want time. But for that i need a guy who is not scared of me. That’s getting way too difficult. And I am in India. Where am i going to get that here. I am at fault.

Answer!!! Does this make sense??

If you read my previous post you will know what i am talking about. I asked the same question to a person who is really close to me. This is how the conversation went..

He says ” If given some time in-between sex we(men) can muster up the same kind of eagerness for sex any given day.”

I asked him.. ” If you think of sex with every woman your attracted to, So what the point in being in love and how can you actually fall in love?

Him: He shrugs and says “There is no connection between love and sex, You can like somebody to death and still be attracted to someone else. We are just made like that”

Me: What the point in loving then?

Him: I love dogs but does that not mean I will have sex with them! In the same way I love a woman and i want to have sex with her because I love her. I want to spend time with her. But a hot girl is there i still think about sex. That does not mean I want to marry her or want to spend time with her.

Me: Then can I assume that all Men are assholes and they will cheat no matter what?

Him: Its assured that we are assholes and sure you can assume but not all of us cheat. We want to if they are attractive but thats not necessarily mean we are going to go after it. Thats what fantasies are for. We find someone who we really like and want spend time with and they are not nagging bitches the we surely won’t want to stray. He even added “if girls can be less nagging and with be good with holding a conversation and little stuff like that we quite become their lapdogs. If only women realise that.

Me: So when your life dream is Sex.. why are most of the women I know are not happy with their sex life?

Him: Well lot of players are there in a game. They love the game and they all play.. Then why are some better than others??