For the life of me… I can’t travel light… it’s a joke how men and women travel.. but for me it’s not a joke… that shit is real and when someone ask me what’s there to pack so much I would love to bitch- slap them and then show what I actually packed… I don’t wear jeans and you know how difficult that makes my travelling?? I have big boobs and I don’t like attracting attention to them so scarfs, bra’s, Panties, tampons, panty fucking liners, tissues, towels, bed fucking sheets, did I mention books!! Yes BOOKS.. everything goes in there… what can I go without?? Apparently nothing… people call me high maintenance… bitch please these are basic for me.
I have never seen a Ocean pink in colour. The pinks don’t do justice to the images I seen but they are not too bad 🤷🏼♀️
Another sex topic with another friend. For someone who has no sex life I sure talk a lot about sex. Anyways today question is how come the guy/man does not know when a woman who he is in such a intimate relation where he is literally is inside her does not know or care that she is fake orgasming!!
Is it that difficult to satisfy us?? Or are we that good actors? Damn my Bob(vibrator) does not have that problem. He gave me 3 amazing orgasm's today and the other day 5 😂😂😂. I seduce my self and ask Bob to come out. So guys I know you are not as amazing as Bob but you can't be that careless or bad right.. or not 🤷🏼♀️
Having sexual urge is like having food everyday for Men! Right?? Then how is that the source of your happiness is not always sexually happy? Am not talking about everyone.. but yeah you guys should think how many are faking it..
When in India… there is a chance you might find Street side henna designers, usually you would miss them on a busy street as they are little hidden.. If you happen to see them and if you are a female or a male who likes henna then don’t miss out on a amazing experience of getting henna done.
I was recently driving through villages along with 3 more women who happend to be my grandmother, mother and my aunt. The places we were going through are very remote and so small that they dint have proper roads. they had old buildings and some are ruined. for me they were very romantic. being born and brought up in cities, some big and some small. always a city. So all these seemed very dreamy and romantic for my very romantic mind. But for grandmother it was her childhood and for my mother and aunt it was their holiday time. When we were in car or after that 3 days of small village exploring my granny could not stop talking about her younger days. About her parents her siblings and her oh so many memories. Mind you i have heard them all. When i was a child myself. When i used go to grandparents, my grandmother in tyhe evening after all her work was done she used to sit with me out in the night under the stars and tell me stories about her life while applying oil to my haior or henna to my hands or feeding me something or just massing my head. i used soak up all the stories and fall aslee along with her on the bed made with wires. after all these years i was listening to these stories and i thought i need to make a note of them so i get to tell storeies to kids later on or else i will totally forget them. wich i dont want to. My granmother one among the 9 kids and 2 in the line is one of the strongest and indipendent women i was lucky enought to meet let alone related to. So i am going make a note of her life. Only the good parts. I dont want her life to be gone in the wind. I am going put up pics and write what ever i vcan and what ever she can tell me or remember. She is around 80 . obsessed with telivision, amazing cook, especially the traditional telugu food, a loyal sister, papmperd daughter. A mother who still keep her kids under her thumb and grandmother who still pampers her grandkids inspite that they are grown. She is partial to male species. she has 4 kids. One Son followed by 3 daughtes. the 3rd child who is my mother. So obviosly she partial to her Son and 2 grandsons who are my brothers. This srory is hers. It does not matter even if no one reads it. This is about her a woman who did not what electricity was to a woman who uses a smart phone. a woman who loves travelling, perfumes, food. A woman who is so stong that she refuses to cry. Who is scared of dark but still lives alone. A woman insipte of many backlashes still manages to stand tall and strong. A woman who everyone loves but never cross that line she draws. Hope i can do justice to her stories and to her in some way.
See those 3 crows sitting.. and see my plate of amazing fish and chips… those crows were Planning a war on me who was alone. Those three and there were 4 more in various places around me. Those bitches stated slowly coming toward me one by one from all the sides. No amount of shooing was working. I was getting little scared but I was not willing to let them win. Those bitchy conieving bastards.
Thank god for the guy who came and rescued me. He did nothing he just sat near another table and those fuckers left. My Hero 😍