sticker (me) girl
Occasionally it happens that I’m approached by someone who reads my blog. I think that’s fantastic and it makes me feel very very honored.
In this case I was approached by a very nice girl. She wrote me to tell me she is a fan of blogporn, how cool is that?
She follows me on Instagram and I follow her back. That’s how it goes, right?
I have looked at her profile and I like her. Already. Because of who she is or what makes me think who she is. Both can and can both. In the wonderful world of social media.
This special girl has name as written in (the) stars. I like it.
Her style is personal and her gaze is steels playful. I hope she holds this, all her life.
I have asked this girl if she wants to sticker for blogporn. She said yes and so this story goes on. Tell the tale, baby.
encore une fois
So I was in France.
I met there a very horny handsome Frenchman.
He called me sa petite.
I called him mon cher charmant.
We spoke the language. And understood each other.
Body language doesn’t need words. And actions speak louder.
Yet, I relearned his language.
And I experienced the art of chemistry. I remembered the art of chemistry.
It was kissing (with the) French.
French Kissing at her best, his best too. After all, a good start, is half the work.
It was French fucking. Yes…
How splendid would it be, if you meet someone who wants to know your wishlist.
That this person not only wants to know it, but also wants to see and feel and experience it and more.
That with this person you feel truly equal and everything between you is on the basis of equality and mutual respect?
Someone who lets you free, but also binds and fascinates you.
Someone who makes you laugh, but who also doesn’t shy away from your tears.
Someone who wants to know your adventure and wants to go with you…on and off the road.
Dive into the deep, whatever the deep is. That together you can do anything.
Someone who respects that you need your freedom.
That you would rather see each other once in a while and that moment is magically beautiful and exciting?
Feeling completely at ease to share your wishlist. You dare to share and share your dare.
Surprise yourself with what you fantasize about. To amaze that other person and to amuse each other.
mile high club
It starts while we are waiting at the passport control.
Secret looks back and forth.
Curious, longing, wanting, needing.
I see a really good-looking man.
With a well shaped body.
Naughty look, well-dressed clothes.
I wonder what you think of me and how you see me, now, here, in this waiting line of joy, traveling is so much fun.
For me this is a business trip. I wear a tight pencil skirt with a silk blouse, high heels, red lipstick. Dress to impress.
I think doggy style is the very best sex position. I want to tell you why and I’m in the mood for sharing experiences. I’m in the mood anyway now, so you know.
For many women, the doggy style sex position is a bit double. It may be one of the best and horny ways for G-spot stimulation (and useful if you’re longing for a quickie before you go to the order of your day), yet it can also feel very distant at the same time. For men, generally speaking: yes, please.
I want to fuck doggy style with you, but perhaps somewhat slightly different. Instead of my hands and feet, you can let me “stand” on my knees, leaning against the wall or on the headrest of your bed.
wine, dine & 69
I want to ask you.
Take me out for dinner.
I’ll carry my most beautiful smile.
Radiant eyes and dito everything.
I will pick my outfit with precision. For you.
I know you’ll do the same. For me.
For me. Mine. You. This evening.
I wait with desire. My heart beats expectantly.
There you are, delicious.
I step in with you. Into your car, but also into your heart.
I look at you and open my legs slightly. You look back. Precise.
my everyday way
You can do it when you just wake up.
Or when you’re in the shower, just before you go out the door.
At the office works for me too.
Toilets are everywhere.
Sometimes it’s just touching.
Feel how you feel. How your clit tingles. Feel how soft. Feel how wet.
Warm yourself up for more. You.
I also do it when I ride my bike.
Feel good how it feels. Saddle. Me. Up. With again more me.
I’m talking about masturbating.
And how you can, always and everywhere.
make me dirty
Dive into the ocean with me.
Roll in the sand with me.
Walk in the forest with me.
Stamp in puddles with me.
Take a mud bath with me, yes let’s do that.
Immerse me. Let’s go deeper, beneath it all.
Let’s do like animals do.
But also. Eat (with) me.
Whipped cream me. Stiff. I (am) yours. Beating hard and pounding heart.
I like to take a bath.
I love bath foam and softness. Everywhere.
Nowadays, however, I prefer my shower.
I start the day with it and sometimes, yes sometimes, I even end with it.
I love the feeling of hot water on my skin.
I love being naked and getting wet.
I like quite harsh rays.
So not too hard, but not too soft. Slack hassle is slack balls. I prefer not.
So quite hard rays, which I love to let go over my body.
I have a pattern for that, a real ritual.
I warm myself up first and I don’t mean by the water.
wild is the wind
A storm is coming.
Thunder all through the night
Promise to see you in the morning light.
I love love love it.
I wish you were my storm.