last wknd of the musketeers

I'm sad, our no 1 prostitute steph is flying back to tokyo on wednesday while I'm taking off to sweden. Jules can't stand the loneliness so she is heading to hk this wknd. i guess its all or nothing when we are together. we had a great time together and it was tiring for my poor feet at times but i would do it over and over again. we didn't cross any dangerous boundaries and we laughed and cried and ate our stomach out. it was beautiful moments without any hesitation to not recognize it.

jules is still dealing with her clogged toilet, she has been so traumatized by her new flat since she moved in and now she is going to my house every time she needs to take a dump. how can you not love that hamster. steph, me and fellatio went to the store opening of our dear dutch/turkish ex-playboy on friday. bad red wine, good beer, different setting. we were most interested in finding potential assholes. we brought fellatio with us for one purpose and one purpose only: arm-candy. we rolled over to jules for her housewarming after shoveling tapas at el willy and it was explosive - both. clogged toilet or not we spend the whole wknd kicking dirt. jules and stepn is having major CSI crime scenes in their plants. but that didn't keep these two loves from jazzing. don't let the logistics keeps us from performing right.

i was in The cloud aka my bed at 7am on sunday morning, cause i had to lubricate for steph n her accidental boy toy mr ferrari while at Eden. apparently i didn't move my sleeping position for 5h, thats my new style; sleep less, sleep harder. me and fellatio dressed up like two retards and went to have brunch after trying to get up for 4h. its comforting to be able being the freak i am w/o thinking about the side effects. not yet at least. davide (julies premature ejaculator) came over with his sidekick busso and we spend 7h taking individual trips while laughing together. jules ordered baby back ribs and mashed potato for us and steph dropped by with her lovely presence and knitting skills. we played stupid, the kiss-kill game and was totally sucked in my heritage flat. i passed out in my bed around 5am forgetting saying goodbye to fellatio. rise and shine at 9am, in the same position as i fell asleep in.

a case of you

I'm listening to james blames "a case of you" and being smashed by myself while finishing up ppt:s for work. Soon I will put on my Superman t-shirt and engage with an appointment with my bed. until tomo, drink a case of that. xx

there is an order in this disorder

thats how jules describes us ladies. i agree with her even thou i tell her she is being gay. last night was the first night me and jules didn't go home together, at the crossroad where she turns left and me right we held each other and kissed goodbye. the walk back to my place never felt more lonely and depressing, lucky me that mr fellatio was waiting for me by leaning against the wall outside my door like the perfect fag smoking gigolo he is. But Jules will always be the lil hamster baby and me the wolf mommy.

I went from 50 something to 40 something to 30 something to 20 something, next step would be illegal so lets just stop here. I don't rmba much of last night, maybe it is the 14h workday but i do rmba that someone called me "a long period charm", I just played dumb when he told me that more a person gets to know me deeper they sink. Having a young stud stroking your ego and than having him stroking something else on you is the ultimate orgasm. I tell him that we will eventually get tired of this and we agreed on that better break it instead of make it. two pussies in one wonderful mess.

bitter stilettos

ran into gurra yesterday at asteroids house and we shared a sibling spliff. he was telling me about the trip to barcelona, how the girls and cocaine made a perfect human eight ball. we had a moment on the balcony that overlooks the sin city we all are reluctant to leave.

dropped by mr story writers house to "talk" about the shit he pulled on sunday morning. very bad idea. i didn't come to smoke the peace pipe, i came for the make up sex. instead the boy was pulling a edgar allan poe on my ass. i was green in my face when he finished his reading-out-the-lovely-poem-session. why does this sadness always fallen down on me. all i ask for is an asshole that treat me like the bitch i try to be and gives me inappropriate bite marks. i will give you the full girlfriend experience with french kissing, hugging, talking, and even eating a meal together (breakfast, bitch please). But I am NOT your girlfriend. Im not saying this cause Im bitter Im saying this cause this is who I am until I meet my perfect match. N than I will fall deeply in love w the handsome asshole and get a even more handsome lover while marrying the man of my dream that will once again break my heart.

i don't like blonde boys

since steph came to down our life has gone totally fucking loco. from getting picked up by dutch blood cocks to talking about sexual intercourse for a good 6h. last night took the grand prize thou, we can all agree upon that.

i draw a cock necklace on mr fellatios neckline with the japanese shower cream jules got and he looked pretty swell while i was laughing my wet arse off in the bathtub. no one knew how long we were standing there like two idiots but we agreed upon putting the shower head back. fellatio asked me to dry myself in front of him and once again i felt like i fulfilled another one of his wet dreams. we falls asleep with our face spraying a bad amount of hangover breath at each other. totally romantic if it wouldn't be the fact that he is a 22 yr old stallion and Im a 28 yr old minx. than the most impossible thing happened this morning around 9am. mr story writer is knocking on my front door, demanding me to open up. sadly i became the ego bitch i am and told him to fuck off or i will call the police. not until i told him he is disturbing my morning sex he left. i go back to bed while fellatio is giving me the funny face "u drive all men crazy eh"? we go back to sleep and drinks espresso while we freeze together downstairs in my ikea kitchen.

while this was taken place steph and jules was sucking kfc chickens somewhere else in town. we are all sluts and for some its a period but for us we a re permanently damaged. God won't punish us (julie blames her cold on it). i think i miss sweden and thats why i kissed a blondie today. i don't like blonde boys.

its like a crime scene - on his pants

....my floor, my sheets, my towels.

Met up with Steph that missed out last night due to a sprained ankle during sexual engagement earlier this week. We talked about the benefits between flesh cock and blood cock. Jules was pounding the coffee table to show us some 7 sec italian action.

its not neat

when i was younger i would lay in my bed thinking about how my first love would break my heart. when i turned 15 i gave away one thing that i thought would change everything, not my puss but my heart. it got scattered all over some random stoney beach by the mediterranen sea and i thought i knew what pain was. i have broken myself over and over again and let others do that for me whenever i m on the lazy side. not much of a confession but it means something to me. now that I'm almost hitting the big 3 and the big 0 n it still makes me deny the fact that i havnt done my homework or passed any of exams in this subject for that matter. big adventure big failure big love big lost big fucking pain.

i was sitting in his sofa last night with my knees close to my chest when i told him this one time when the love of my life found me in bed with another man during our "break". i thought i didn't had a conscious and could throw around memories like that w/o any guilt but isn't karma a bitch. 10min later i excused myself and put my shinny boots on and said thank you and goodbye. its not that i don't like you, i just can't let myself go again. not now and not in a long fucking while. I'm sorry for the things i says in bed in the mid of night. i mean every word of it thou. Don't.

when february ends march comes. never been the kind that lies in bed and make perfect movie scenarios of my life. Don´t