North America - check!

I'm in a sharing mood! I only have one continent to go I think!

In order of appearance:
South America - check
Australia - check
Europe - check
Africa - check
North America - check!

Only Asia to go! LOL. My thing for accents is getting out of hand!?

out!

I also had the amusing experience of saying 'you don't remember my name do you?' hahahahaha.

I actually find this kind of hot

Just When I think I have Seen it All (part 4)
Reproduced in Full from The Public House

Jennifer responded to a job ad. Married 9 years, with 2 young children and a skilled technician husband she was in a different league to most pub staff.

A former legal secretary, she was more than competent at most aspects of pub work. She was demure in behaviour, eager to work, wore petticoats and singlets, could handle almost any situation. She was working for extra mortgage money.

For several months Mine Host and his senior manager quietly congratulated themselves on landing such a versatile, hardworking and reliable person. She was competent at bar work, bottleshop, ordering liquor, all aspects of poker machine handling, making beds, kitchen work, and supervising of any part of the hotel. This lady had class and style. Nothing would go wrong with her. (We should have known better).

A couple of years after Jennifer started at the Wayside Tavern, it became obvious that all was not well with her domestic situation.

It all came into the open when on the same day she and the children moved out of the house, and she was caught "having it off" with a (long haired) dole bludger by several staff who entered a supposedly empty storeroom without knocking.

Single again, Jennifer's petticoats & singlets disappeared, her work shirts were no longer buttoned to the neck, lacy lingerie became slightly visible, skirts shorter.

Her slide into previously unsuspected depravity became complete when an obviously quite distressed staff member reported to Mine Host about midnight one night that "something" was happening in the car park.

What follows can only be described as beyond Mine Host's belief:

Quick questioning revealed that Jennifer had gone into the car park with a small group of customers, opened the drivers door of a car, sat down with her feet remaining on the ground, slipped her underwear off, over one foot at a time, then lifted her skirt up to her waist, placed one leg through the gap between the open door & the frame of the car, her knee on the rear view mirror, the other kneed placed on the hook of the seat belt.

With the group of customers forming a semi-circle around her, Jennifer was splayed in possibly the most vulnerable position a human can be in. Several of the customers would then come forward in turn to insert a finger. (One would hope here that the boys had been washing their hands)

After the exhibition Jennifer exited the car, dressed, closed the door, and returned to work.

Mine Host verified in person only the fact that Jennifer was absent from work, and that her time sheet did not reflect the unauthorised (and un-covered) "break". She chose on the spot to finish her employment voluntarily.

Far from being bashful about her activities, Jennifer was insulted and angry that her timesheet extensions had been detected by Mine Host and the Wayside Tavern would not now be paying her the barmaid hourly rate for the time spend engaged in such activity. Apparently the exhibition had been a regular event.

Spanking

Rules eh?

I'm afraid I've missed a reference somewhere? I thought 'The Rules' was a book written by manipulative women on how to score a husband 1950's style?

All of that aside, this boy is sounding very charming indeed. In the debaucherous world in which we live it is nice to know there are some gentlemen out there with restraint and respect yet. (I mean that without irony btw!)

I was just in the mood for a random musing so here I am. As Agent X knows I went to Hellfire last night and ran into a person we both went to school with a very long time ago... bit hard to name names in this context but hmm it was weird. I wore my rubber for the first time! It was so wonderful. I was worried I would have a blow-out on the dancefloor or somesuch but the good people at Reactor make a quality product. Someone took a photo of me and boyfriend bee (more on this upgraded title later) in his pvc Hellraiser coat, *drool*, the only problem being we couldn't exactly rub against one another cos we got stuck. But there are worse people to get stuck to ;)

Oh, as soon as I have the photo I'll email it.

So, I think I'm 'having a relationship' with someone. It's been so long that I'm not sure how this whole thing works anymore. But, I think we've crossed a line whereby things have become a little more 'serious' than they maybe were in the beginning. Behold, my evidence:

* I told him I was not interested in having sex with anyone other than him (stemmed from a conversation regarding safe sex... as we are trying to be responsible adults woo)

* We went to Woolworths together and did the "repulsively happy couple being childish together in a supermarket" thing (a true mark of a serious adult relationship if you ask me)

* We went home from Hellfire early as he is more interested in having sex with me than whipping other random chicks

* I slept over at his house two nights in a row... and actually slept. (I find it really hard to share a bed, but he is so slight and quiet and not too hot that we even cuddle in bed. Oh my god.)

* Ummm, just then he called me, saying someone had been banging on his front door and he was ringing "the few people closest to me" to see if they had been trying to get in. For someone who doesn't say anything sentimental it was fairly touching to be included in that category.

Anyway I'll stop boring you all with this rubbish.

Except! 'Boyfriend bee' is both ambiguous and lame. Therefore he will from now on be known as PVC Bee.

Also, I might have fucked him with a strap on glass dildo this morning.

Good times.

Lewd Lesbian Lovin'

I think the title pretty much sums it up.

After all my complaining, I finally got laid. I didn't think it would be with a chick but hey. It was quality!

My weekend of course started with Hellfire. I thought it would be difficult to get my tits for all the world to see (for benefit of Agent V - I went with these black and red felt stars glued over my nipples. Can send pics if people are curious. I considered it a good look. Tasteful, y'know.) but no. I nearly left the house without my coat!!

Our night included podium dancing with leather-clad men, general dancing (more fun with boobs out I tell you), me getting tied to a frame and whipped but guy wearing leather skirt that featured his bum hanging out of (bum hanging guy was total freak but good whipper) and me falling instantly in love with this beautiful guy with long black hair and a real flair with a crop. I managed to catch his eye and we smiled (I believe we shared a 'moment') but unfortunately he was with a bunch of people who left fairly early. He also appeared to be with some chick (very hot and amazing boobs dammit) so bah. Anyway, I got out of my shell and met new people and was merry and such, it was great. And great cos I trust my Girlfriend Bee and she looks after me in these situations - makes sure no one takes advantage of me (in a bad way). Will have to get my boobs out more often methinks!

We were too tired for lovin that night but the following afternoon we had some time to kill so Girlfriend Bee hogtied me. Which led to her touching me up. Which led to her going down on me and me coming my brains out. (Yes, I have gone for the classier spelling there. We are, after all, classy ladies). Then she rolled me over and sat on my face. Also fun ;)

Then, birthday celebrations. Sorry could not talk about this at said birthday celebrations but was a bit difficult to gloat considering Girlfriend Bee was there. ("Heeeeey! Guess who scored!!") Had piles of fun dancing like maniac and talking to Long Hair Bee #2. Who is this guy and why have I not been informed there is a pretty/weird-in-a-kinda-endearing-way guy wandering around with lovely long hair? Hmm??

Went home, again too tired for naughtiness. But next day had awesome giant breakfast at Westfield (the scenic tour of Sydney) and then checked out the local sex shop I had always been curious about. Girlfriend Bee bought two (count them) strap-ons. And can you believe I was still so naive at this point I didn't think she'd be using them on me??

Flatmate Bee goes out for the day. Girlfriend Bee and I again have time to kill. So she ties me up again but this time does me from behind with a strap on. (And her 'cock' was on the larger side! I am still sore!!) We also tried missionary, which was also very, very hot. Then she put it on me so she could ride me (me on my back). I can appreciate now how awesome a position that is for a guy - just lie back and enjoy the sex - no wonder so many of my lazy ex-boyfriends kept insisting on that one.

This went on for a couple of hours.

I drove her to the airport that night and we kissed goodbye - right there at the car drop off point in front of everyone. People stared. It was funny.

So, in conclusion, for someone who defines herself as 'straight' I appear to have had sex with women more times now than is purely accidental or experimental. I guess I'd say I'm about 20% bi. But ultimately still like boys, don't know why but they spin my wheels even though they're mostly all crap. Especially if they have long hair...

Incidentally, for anyone who has been following my Myspace Bee saga - I now have a satisfactory answer as to why we can't meet. We spoke online last night and basically it comes down to a long dark drug past which he is still getting over and doesn't want to expose me to. Which is very considerate of him. (Men - I sure know how to pick 'em, eh?) It's a real shame cos I really like him. But perhaps am only intrigued by the mystery of it all. That and he is a millionaire who owns four cars including a Porche. (!!!)

Anyway, I'm happy. And shagged. And a lesbian, aparently. Thought I'd share :)

Travel travel

I'm not quite sure what you're saying there Y, Are you advocating living in sex or not? It's working for us I guess.

Travel! We are interested in travel this year (yeah good work on the notice-23rd of January!)

We're not really sure where we can afford yet either, I'd really love to go to Italy but I haven't consulted Catholic Bee. We were wanting to go to the snow this year too, but that's a separate thing altogether really and not worth mentioning.... hehehe

We can chat at Housewarming about it I guess!

Bad Bee! Oh you Agent you. I'm glad you took sister bee though, to prevent any shenannigans from occuring. I think he's an asshole actually for stringing you along, you know he's only doing it to make himself feel better about his shitty relationship. He knows it doesn't HELP YOU at all calling every few months to torment you.

I propose renaming him Asshole Bee.

That is all.

To Bee or not to Bee

I have a confession.

Bad Bee is Back.

Oh no!

But oh yes.

Don't worry have not shagged him yet. He invited me over for steak dinner so I brought my sister along who is like my chaperone/conscience/contraception. Steak was freaking amazing. Had forgotten how that Bee could cook.

It's like... I always manage to successfully fuck him off... but not quite. It doesn't help that I'm desperately in love with him. No lovin, I'm in the Sahara desert of no lovin, and there he is, my never ending fountain of lovin, but of course a mirage because he's still with his goddamn crack whore of a girlfriend.

That's all, thought I'd share.

Also can't afford to travel this year. Would love to, but am going back to student life. I think I had a good reason why but I can't think of it right now.

OurSpace

Yes friction burn... not good, second only to the notion of possibly activacting some sort of machinery and have my ass stampped into the shape of a car bonnet.

It's true.
We're involved in one giant, global orgy to which you're not invited to Agent X! BWAHAHA
It's somewhat addictive when you encounter a cool myspace blog... I wonder if GFYS has a myspace? *searches... nothing found *pout*

In other news - when watching the news last night, I caught a report about the Serbs and Croats fighting at the Australian Open... this was my internal monologue:

'Gee, look at all those silly boys, running about with their silly flags... hmm that guy looks familiar. Oh there he is again... HMM he is familiar looking. OH DEAR.'

Seems like Familiar looking Bee and Croation NonVerbal Bee (whom I tried to extend my NYE fling with from last year) were one in the same.
Super!

Eminem is kinda hot...

Haha your post reminded me of that bit from 8 Mile where Eminem has sex with that chick in the middle of the factory. Does anyone remember that? It was really hot.