Reviews.

After a quick review of all of my photo and video archive - yes dear, I'm talking the red hot, classified, x-rated, sissy material, of course - I have to admit that:
- I got aroused, and for a a few minutes I thought of calling M. and asking him to let me go to his place and fuck me hard.
- I really can be such little horny slut, that I wonder what or where my actual sexual limit really is.

- I need to get laid. For real.

Sizes, for all that matters...

Bust: about 95 mm, that makes 37.4 inches.
Waist: about 82 mm, that makes 32.3 inches.
Hip: about 95 mm, that - again - give 37.4 inches.

Now, since female garments' sizes are as per this table (Sizes at Victoria's), that claims that I should either be 26.5 inches at the waist if I were 37 at the hip (hence wearing a 6-S size), or be 42 at the hip if I were 31,5 at the waist (hence wearing a 14-L size).

All of this said, what I learn at expenses of my lusts, desires, will and fantasies is that either my wais isn't small enough given my hip size, or that my hip aren't wide enough - let alone my tits, of course - to match my waist.


Given my genetics... I suspect it's the latter to be true.

What a pity. Today I had just received a very generous offer from "her" to lay on me while I was butts up on her bed, so that she had the opportunity to lap my body, feel the meat beneath the lace, one hole at a time, until we had both climaxed... and made the room warmer, as usual.

What a pity.


(on a side note: I just wonder how comes that I regularly wear g-strings size 2 or 3, but sure never  L or XL size... Could it be that at VS are too much "conservatives"?)

Unexpected dreams.

I didn't expect to have such dreams last night.
I think I remember it to be an innocent, very common, ordinary on some extent, typical dream, with mist, faces interwining, and faded voices.
Then, all of a sudden I found myself walking the streets of a German city - how did I know it was German? - and reach an alley where I knew - how did I know that? - there was a gay sauna, and in fact it's stuffed with lads and studs all around, most of their torso are exposed and I find myself stepping down a short stair with a door on the left of the end of the five, six steps I'm going across.

I enter the door, while I can feel the eyes of at least three-four "stallions" looking at me as if I were a mare, ripe for a... ride.
It's not very classy, that's the first impression I get. But it's sure got plenty of very horny men. Most of them are either naked, or scarcely dressed, most cocks are exposed and I get glances of pierced huge cocks and I'm torn between the struggle to lick and suck and get fucked by them and the disgust for the crudeness of the scenography.

One of them is partly dressed up in leather and slaps my exposed - when did I stripped away my dresses? - buttocks. He kind of pushes me inside a room, his intentions are very much clear, yet I will never get to know how the movie ends: alarm calls me to my morning duties...

Temptations

She definitely tempts me: her luscious body, her swifty brain, witty tongue, tasty and soft lips, and the sheer fact that she keep climaxing at my every touching her, or kissing her, or - she told me today - by smelling me, simply is my kind of thing. The "smelling thing" one was weird, I'd admit it, but it actually did seem quite natural then.

It hadn't been all that casual as it was last time; this time I moved the jigsaw puzzle of my life in any direction so that I could have twelve hours to be at her disposal, body and soul (and so that I could enjoy her body and soul, as well).

The evening faded into night easily, we had sex continuously, repeteadly, in many different ways, and always together, from 7 pm throu 4 am, and I think I'll list dinner time with the rest of the group in the house (all men, 1 gay couple, 1 ex-boyfriend) among the sex time. Definitely. Yet in a more subtly way.
We have had a bed wandering by the room like the grand piano in Novecento, because of her cowriding me, I did experience the sexiest massage ever (with the most abudant outcome), and there was an attempt at "exponential kisses amount" involved (which is: I'll give you ten kisses more each time you'll cum, and boys, we reached high numbers).

I would have wanted more than this and was ready and prepared for more. If only I had not to travel far away the very next morning...


Today, during a skype chat:
She: just to be sure I'll be ready for it: when will you come to visit me again?
I: I don't know yet, but I doubt any earlier than next year.

Oh, how I wish I could say: tonight...


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