...5 a.m. i wake up to singing which's coming from the mosque...these must be muslims praying... Now that Ramaddan has started they won't be able to have
another big meal until 5 p.m. islam is for ardent religious people with very
acute feeling for faith.
Istanbul is a city of mosques, markets,seafood, friendly Ahmeds and sexy Fatimahs)) and for sure one of the most suitable places to go for a romantic holiday if you're into oriental stuff...moreover and what nearly makes it a city from a fairy tale: there's not a thing impossible in istanbul...anything you want - you get it: fresh oysters at 2a.m. or a tango instructor at 3a.m. or a pair of earrings for your girlfriend at 4a.m. or a private piano player at 5a.m. or a boat trip with dozens of dolphins accompanying you along both sides of the Bosphorus...

important glossary:
Ramazan
Ataturk
mullah
mosque
Bosphorus /asian side/european side/
Taxim
Beyoglu
Istikkal caddesi

nice girls should stay away from:
Laleli
Aksaraj
Ordu caddesi
Fatih

UNE SIECLE D'AMOUR CHARNEL OU








MA FILLE SUR LE...

Subjective, décalée, voici la bible des sex toys, ouvrage qui dresse l'inventaire de ces jouets toujours sulfureux mais de moins en moins tabous. Ces drôles d'objets n'ont jamais cessé d'entretenir un imaginaire que les designers renouvellent aujourd'hui en valorisant la dimension esthétique du plaisir. Des plus célèbres (godemichés et vibromasseurs) aux plus inattendus (oeil de chèvre et vilain petit canard) ; ils sont tous là, classés par genres et par fonctions : ceux qui habillent, ceux qui caressent, ceux qui punissent, ceux qui se mangent... Une anthologie illustrée qui se lit des deux mains et dans laquelle chacun pourra trouver son bonheur.

Anna avec ces jouets pour adultes ou












Le million de la nuit ou
















dechire entre deux choses que j'aime



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L'ORIGINET DU MONDE
& LE SOMMEIL
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В колонках играет - texas ' i'm so in love with you'
Настроение сейчас - romantic...still feel the scent of vera's skin

here's some tips for those in love:
judging from my past experience (sine ira et studio*)a good relationship is
a lot about freedom. if you want it to last - be less posessive of your lovers.if you love your girlfriend - let her go if she comes back she's yours if she doesn't her love was never yours to begin with.
Relationships of all kinds are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.

*latin proverb

В колонках играет - '....sail away with me honey..'
Настроение сейчас - sleepy

i turned 25 on 16th july.
most of the party was a one-to-one sailing trip with my
sweetie.i got a wristwatch from her as a gift (gonna upload
a picture later). the weather was so not fine but the rest of
things proceeded berry smooth/ 've never seen one to be so
relaxed and happy. i even came to a conclusion that i've reserved my true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company i find myself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company i may feel tenderly drowsy.Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood.
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered . It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
i'm an idealist at heart and i'm ready to endure numerous routine days for the
sake of that perfect moment/

after my first d&s session i realized that i'm one of those who like pain and don't like their sex without it/
an aquaintance of mine made an appointment for me with the mistress.
I was fifteen minutes late/
As i walk down the steps to Her playroom, the chill in the air increased with every step I could feel my Mistress's spellbinding eyes burn my skin and Her presence exuded a haunting power. She leads me over to the middle of the room where two chains dangle from the ceiling.
Cuffs were then fastened around my wrists and i could feel my body begin to emit a heat in anticipation. I watch as She locks each cuffed wrist to the chains slightly above my head; the chains are spaced far enough so that my arms are stretched completely from my body. I feel a blindfold slipped over my head until it completely veils my eyes and it takes a moment to adjust to the sudden pitch-blackness. She startles me with a touch as i suddenly feel her two fingers trace the back of my neck. A quick slap to my ass catches me off guard and i let out a short gasp.

she slapped me across the face. she caressed my face and then slapped me again. I was enjoying it. she continued this stroke and slap until i stopped resisting. She fetched a blade and with a smooth move sliced my shirt open
then hooked the blade under the center of my bra. she grabbed my hair in a leather fist. " You are now my slave. You will obey all my commands without hesitation no matter how humiliating or painful they might be to you. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will never complain about anything required of you by me or by any of my friends. You will pay for the entire cost of the evening and you will be allowed to go home only when I give my permission."
a metal collar was snapped around my neck, locking my fate.

she continued to spank my ass, each smack increasing in strength. this was my first session so it wasn't too harsh...yet. She continued to warm up my butt with a fervent rhythm and then just as i was caught up in the beat so to speak, she slowly rubbed her hand over the pink glow she had just created.

I take the time to catch my breath but before i am completely able to, she brings Her leather paddle firmly across my ass causing me to wince with the sharp blow. I wasn't prepared for the sharp sting and my ass starts to heat up again. Mistress then informs me that I will receive one smack for every minute that I was late that evening.. She instructs me that I am to count them out and asks if I understand.
"Yes, Ma'am, " i answer, silently praying that I can even take that many whacks of that leather paddle. One left a sting on my ass that I was still feeling, I wondered how I would get through another thirteen or fourteen.
I nervously waited for the next smack. Before I knew it though, the paddle flew across my ass again and I quickly counted out, "Two, Mistress." Again and again Mistress struck my butt and each time I correctly counted its number. I moaned slightly after each smack and continued to count.. Finally, I received the fifteenth and final smack and I could feel a definite lingering sting on my entire ass. I figured my ass cheeks were bright red and I could tell my skin was really hot too. I also knew that was not the only part of me that was burning with fire, the inner agony of frustration that tortured me was far worse.
I wondered what was going to happen next and then my blindfold was removed.she rubbed my ass again, and the subtlety of Her compelling touch made all that torment completely worth it. She then unchained my wrists and rubbed my fingers to make sure they weren't numb. then looked at me and asked, "are you going to be late next time?"

В колонках играет - dolce vita soundtrack by nino rota
Настроение сейчас - nostalgic

that used to be my motto throughout 90s.
i had no values back then. my whole life, it's nihilism,
it's cynicism,it's sarcasm and orgasm.
i wasn't a very sociable person in my teens.and that's
probably why social activity was reduced to sexual
contacts. i've always considered myself to be a very
corrupted girl...but not till i met Tania.
Tania.the light of my day.the fire of my loins.on every
high hill she played the harlot-sometimes
in telephone booths and toilets. not a dick in the land
big enough for her...one cunt out of a million...
i could bite into her clitoris and spit out two cents!
she was that good. i met her in london. it was
one of these lovely post mardis gras nights.she lay
in Tottenham Court Road with her dress pulled up and
fingered herself.my friend Elita was a little disgusted
with me because i was talking to every slut in the
place. 'But we're leaving in the morning!' that's
what i tell every cunt i grab hold of - leaving in
the morning!that's what i'm telling Tania. and while
i'm telling her she takes my hand and squeezes it
between her legs. the next moment we wriggle into the
toilet and there i stand her up, slap up against the wall
and try to get it into her but it won't work and so we
sit down on the seat and try it that way but it won't
work either. no matter how we try it it won't work.
she's holding onto my hand like it's a life-saver,
trying to help me pull it in, but it's no use, we're
too hot, too eager.
the music was still playing and so we started dancing
around the lavatory.and as we're dancing i come all
over her beautiful hand.
i step outside.there's Elita with her disapproving eye...

В колонках играет - sade ' no ordinary love'
Настроение сейчас - passionless

to love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness, I hope you're getting this down.

from 'Life and Death' by w.allen

the story dates back to spring 2004/

i was at a 'porn & pizza' party at a friend's house. it was getting late
and i summoned a taxi right after the guy from the porn ejaculated all over
a woman's face. the cab was yellow. the driver was a well-built man in his thirties;shaved head and a couple of extra pounds. there was something about his appearance that made me think :'he must've got an amazing cock'
i can't remember whether it was for porn or my lack of sexual encounters for
the last 3 weeks; or maybe there was something in the air that night....
i'm not a high class seductress.it'd be safe to say i'm not one at all.
but i'm a very straightforward person sometimes.
so i just bluntly removed my shirt, then my bra. i noticed the driver kept
watching me in the rearview mirror. we passed another traffic light.
i couldn't think of another way to get him going. and as the cab stopped
in front of my house i decided to get it plain. i said :' i think you have
a marvellous cock'. he grinned. then grabbed the radio and told the operator
he'd take a break.
i repositioned myself and in a minute or two my pelvis was rubbing against
the steering wheel. i was right: he had a big smooth hard cock that i was playing
with back and forth. he was banging me like a screendoor in a windstorm.
we climaxed simultaneously. i got his business card as i was leaving.
such a beautiful cock should have a name. it was Andrew....the card ended in
my waste bin right after i entered my appartment...

sweetie is coming back on wednesday and i'm cooking
her a surprise. getting her a yorkshire terrier puppy.
little bastards cost a whole fortune...anyway, just
want her to know i care

В колонках играет - 'take my breath away'
Настроение сейчас - in good spirits

when she loweres her eyes she seems to hold all the
beauty in the world between her eyelids. when she
raises them i see only myself in her gaze...

the first thing i noticed about her:
she looked at me with admiration and ardent
curiosity when we met...
it's been quite a while now and she still looks at
me this way...

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В колонках играет - jazz......soft &gentle
Настроение сейчас - tense

...the moment i firts met her..i stared bewildered...
in a puzzled wonder like it was the first human face i
ever laid eyes on...she seemed soft and gentle...and
everything she did was soft and gentle...i couldn't help
wondering:'where does it all come from?' that much
sincerity, honesty, candidness, openness, purity,
innocence....chastity...
i've always considered virginity to be such a
meaningless thing...
but not quite this time...
............
i wanted her to enjoy it...this would've made me
happy...
i was in pains...i was losing pleasure of touching her...
i thought i wouldn't be able to do this to her...
i loved...i lied...i suffered...
....util it finally
happened.....


...then i deflowered her...

sometimes it even feels right. it always does
...in the beginning
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sometimes a bit of distance makes it even sexier
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if it doesn't kill you though - it makes you stronger
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lovely bodies....only that i had much more women
in more varying positions...
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В колонках играет - 106.7 FM....naive..."if i should stay..i would only be in your way...so i'll go...
Настроение сейчас - high

all of us in here are rabbits of varying ages and degrees. We can't adjust to our rabbithood. We need a good strong wolf to teach us our place. A rabbit knows his place and challenges the wolf to combat...now, would that be wise?...would it?...

В колонках играет - coldplay: scientist
Настроение сейчас - relaxed

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.