Underwear

I definetly would rather wear plain black feminine g-string than those horrible garments for men they sell in sexy-shop.

Now, I bought that new lovely dildo when I was at the Koeln airport, flying back to Milano, and I did let myself be tempted by a g-string for man. Let alone the ridiculous Enola Gay style woman depicted on the front, the garment design in itself it's so that the my butt looks terrible. And I know my butt looks wonderful in g-string instead.
(See if I'm wrong...)

I really think I'll get back to wearing COOP's black g-string they sell for girls (S/M size) or the POMPEA microfiber one for pretty girls I started to wear on an almost everyday basis since I first worn them during a workout.

I enjoy the feeling, I am proud of the sight I get of my loins when wearing such garments and I love when men tear them aside or ask me to remove them in a sexy way.
And they are incredible comfortable when I go running.

Postponed only?

Some days ago I thought I were close to having a good night with this guy in Padova. Which resolved into nothing, since he left me, naked, waiting for him to come and find me on my knee, just behind the door (believe it or not, my major though at that time was: "will he bump on me?"), with a band on my eyes and with enough erotic charge to fuel up a tank ... Yes. The man just left me waiting for his call on that pose, until I considered I'd wait laying on the bed instead.
And I kept waiting and waiting and... waiting. Until when I just gave it up. He had left me no mobile phone to text me, all calls I received were from a "private number", so I left him a message on the website where I knew he would have read it, sooner or later, and turned to have some great time with just me, Eve, and two nice dildos.

Well, the man wrote me again: he turned out that he had to quickly run to a hospital where his sister delivered her first baby, but he wants to see me when I'll go travel around his place again.

Hopes are less high, this time, but yet not down. Let's see.

Wanker.

Yes, as much as I do know well that "Wanker" is one of those expressions deluded girls mutter under their breaths as they try and put as much space as they could from a... nuisance.

Yet, it is also what I get when I'm so horny that I can't even realise how much I am, and so it's my body to show it to me. With a huge hard on from beneath my TJQ trousers (which I almost always wear with no underwear).

So what? Simple and plain: relax, plunge to the rod that's looking at you and express yourself up, enjoy it, and since you're already there, do explore yourself; is it growing faster if I make my butt participate in the game? What if I do this, and what if I do that?

But always either keep a napkin handy or get ready to move to the bathroom quick, because you might happen to - literarily - shoot yourself out very fast, very far away and plenty of it ...

Good vibrations.

Believe it or not, a vibrating dildo is always a little joy. Especially when it's not little in size. Although I've always found I could easily have long, deep, shattering orgasms with my little, soft, motorised humanly-shaped little butt plug.


But I'll have to admit, if asked an opinion on this behalf, that oh yes! Size matters.
I don't want to be cheap on this, really, but when I'd be asked to choose I would go for the larger one, never mind whether it's battery operated or pure jelly, butt plug like or more humanly shaped.

Now it's some days I can't get to get a good full satisfying shag, no matter how much I try. Spa, internet, gay dating site thanks to a nice fuck buddy. I've got just words, petting (so to say: me doing oral sex), or people not considering going to a cruising place, looking for sex, and bring some (one, at least!) condoms.
So, tonight, I was in the hotel, thought I'd give up with looking for a spa or chatting the irc scene, and would go watch a movie. Then once back I had my time laying on this large bed, cuddling my penis until it got firm. That's the sign: plug into my wet ass this pearly, thick vibrating "thing", have it slide some more in after having lingered a little on the edges with its vibration, and then let yourself climax until your dick, damn hard in your hand, cum. And I start vibrating myself too, sort of a resonance with the thick toy, until I climax again, with no cum this time.
So, now, both Adam and Eve got their orgasm; I can go and have my sleep time.
Until next time I get horny again.

Expectations are high...

Hot time on sight, pals.

This nord-east city I'm going to visit soon looks promising: I have this meeting for tomorrow late afternoon chez moi, with this fashinating guy, who already showed me he knows how to tickle my lust, and he already anticipated he might consider a "second match" the day after, in the morning. I'd love it! 

His nick name, in the internet dating service, is Aristocratico, and he had some sexy, classy pictures that gave me a very nice feel, and now I can't wait for the... touch. 

And his mind seemed twisted enough to match with mine, and this always is a plus for the little geisha and the lusty whore I hide inside me.

On the road again

Ready, set, go.

Just a few hours and I'll be hitting the road again. And - let me add: finally - alone. This will mean me, my car, my space, my music, my timings, and my dildos. Not to let alone the chance that a good shag could be on the cards if I can chat my time spicy enough on IRC, or I can find the PERFECT SPA: classy and horny with people wearing condoms.

Stay tuned!

Job-induced temperance

I reckon it could be because of this I start this diary. It's the thirst I feel for having a sexual life back; at least, if not a bisexual life, I mean I wish I had A sexual life. 

Recently, with job flights in Italy with hand baggage only and accompained by the Ceo I had no choice but to leave my lovely dildos home, and there sure were no option for casual sex at the destination of my travels because I sure could have not just left him alone somewhere so that I could go to a spa or meet somebody chatted up in irc. 

Then you'll have to add on top of that my lovely wife so much caught with feeding the baby. I do know all of this is very normal but one can't simply turn lustless because he can't satisfy it. Or not?