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.

Sexy dreams? About someone else?

On a scale of 1-10 how inappropriate is it to have a sexy dream about a co-worker?

And if you know said co-worker's wife/husband/partner, how inappropriate is it to tell their partner (to have a giggle about it)??? It seems wildly inappropriate to mention it to anyone else.

Or is it simply wildly inappropriate entirely!?!?
Thoughts?

Around the world

We managed to have sex in every country we travelled to, with the exception of Wales unfortunately. Got really lucky between Spain, Italy + Greece, as I got the painters in, which is also why we missed Wales (next month) but it ended up timing just fine to make it at least once in each of them.
For all the nights we spent in London we stayed with friends and people we felt bad "defiling" the bed, so England was touch and go until tonight. Having had the painters for the last few days, I whispered to Hub-bee while in the pool that we could squeeze one in for Queen and country, completing our mission (Wales aside, but we can count that as UK right?)

NO we did NOT do it in the pool. It was a hotel pool and there were other people in it.

No we did it in the steam room beside the pool obviously. Hehehehe So Hot! Literally and metaphorically! We didn't actually have proper sex, Hub-bee used his hands for me, and I came so quick, the daring of it all. There was one way glass on the door, so while we could see if anyone approached, they couldn't see us.

Having congratulated ourselves on our daring little escapade, I was feeling sort of bad that hub-bee was sitting there so obviously agitated himself, so took him in my mouth, under the proviso he be quick as it was a much more compromising position to be caught in. Like me minutes earlier, he was excited by the potential exposure, and I made quick work of it, before having to swallow the evidence (considered spitting down the drain in the steam room but VERY trashy so I didn't).

We felt terribly pleased with ourselves and very un-married again.

injuries!

I broke my bee.
Dammit! With much 'haven't-seen-you-for-months awesome sex in the one afternoon/night we managed to reawaken some almost-gone back pain. Dammit!

More lovin than you can poke a pointed phallus at

Sorry I’ve been awol for a while. A whole bunch of sexy things happened and I didn’t really know where to start, and I still don’t. But I’ll give it a shot.

I’ve been living with PVC since the beginning of March and it just gets better. After a bit of a shaky start (with me basically having a giant panic attack that it would ruin the relationship and he would get sick of me and things would become altogether too similar to a different living relationship I had four years ago) we both have started to settle into it, and now it feels like we’ve made a very logical decision. It did change the relationship, but I think it’s for the better. It’s a bit more ‘real’ – I’ve stopped feeling like I have to be perfect all the time, and finally it feels like we’re partners as opposed to friends who have a lot of kinky sex. Our place is big enough to move around in without annoying each other, and we’re both encouraging each other to actually pursue our creative pursuits.

And there are just so many barf-worthy romantic things that make it so worthwhile – I cook for him, he sorts out my IT and technology woes, we bring each other little presents (he bought me pink hair dye the other day – so sweet!), we complain about our jobs, we fight over the blankets and toilet etiquette – haha, oh my god. The best thing is sleeping in the same bed – he is the first boyfriend I’ve actually enjoyed doing this with. It helps that he is easy to sleep with (he is so quiet and still that it’s basically like sleeping next to a corpse), but I just love that I know no matter how shitty the day is, at the end of it I’ll be lying next to him… ahh.

(Ok, ok, barf barf barf I know.)

Anyway, the sex. Well, I feared that living together would kill the passion, but if anything it seems we’re feeding off each other’s depravity, to the point where it’s probably going to reach this critical mass and our genitals will explode. But until then – wheeheehee! There are a lot of good things… and it’s hard to actually articulate what those are, so I feel I’m going to have to resort to the good old dot point.

• Sleep sex (waking in the night spontaneously fucking)
• Hypnosis sex (like having any fantasy made real. The other day I got to experience what having a cock is like.…!)
• Group sex (got wasted with a couple of good friends of mine, and we ended up having sex while they had sex, which was insanely sexy, and PVC took lots of arty photographs)
• Porn sex (PVC has some very good quality porn)
• Morning sex (an oldie but a goodie – and about to increase as I start night shift at work this week)
• Massage sex (nothing beats a happy ending…)
• Making luurve (um, yeah…)

Ok so this takes me up to all the kinky shit we’ve done of late. Which will need its very own dot point listing:

• Going to Melbourne for a party at a specialised fetish bed and breakfast. I ended up getting wrapped in cling wrap to this pretty guy with a rubber fetish, while PVC and the rubber fetishist’s partner tormented us. PVC also was an extremely good sport in terms of getting in there with the bi-curious action – by kissing and fondling the other bloke. Of which I have photographic evidence…
• Experiencing what it’s like being on the OTHER side of the cane/flogger/etc. Something I never thought appealed to me, but it’s getting more interesting.
• Getting promoted to joint-moderator of the Under 30’s group in Sydney. This has a few perks, and I’ve been working hard at expanding the group beyond the usual assortment of freaks. I feel like I’m finally using my lame organisational skills for good instead of evil!
• Helping PVC construct a ‘dungeon’ in the spare room of our house, and throwing our very own fetish party! Which was a rip roaring success! It’s a bit of a long story, but basically the Under 30’s group got approached by a reporter from Triple J. He was doing a story (for the ‘Hack’ program) about young people and fetish, and he wanted to meet us and to attend a private party so he could interview people and get an idea of what goes on. So, in a whirlwind of organisation (and a lot of trips to Bunnings) PVC and I managed to construct a ‘spanking frame’ out of bamboo and set up lights and massage tables and such to transform our apartment into a den of sin. About 15 people showed up, which was massive. So our house was packed out, and I was resplendent in rubber, and we put on a show for the reporter dude, who incidentally happened to be outrageously cute, and who also appeared to be suppressing an erection for the entire night. He interviewed me for about 45 minutes, where I totally spilled my guts, and it was an amazing and actually quite intimate experience. It will be going to air sometime in the next week – the program itself if on at 5:30pm every weeknight, or the podcast can be downloaded from http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/hack/

Which somewhat brings me to the end of this giant essay about what been going on in my sex life lately. Phew.

Bees out.

p.s. Is it wrong to have sex while your neighbour’s cat is sleeping on your bed?

Howdy Y'all

Sorry its been AGES since I bee-d and I know that one Agent is enforcing celibacy on herself (why!? Was XmasParty-Bee really that bad!???) and another Agent is seperated from her Bee by many leagues of ocean.

So whats going on in this Agent's bedroom?

Well a hell of a lot actually.
Getting lots of action (sorry not rubbing it in!) and very satisfying.
I'm really OVER blow jobs at the moment though. And I'm getting sick of HubBee asking for them! And a little ashamed, because if he's asking for it, really I'm not doing it often enough right?

Biggest news to report is that we finally played a board game we got for our engagement party. Yep, that was two years ago. LOL and no its not scrabble.
Game is called Monogamy and golly is it good!
The premise of the game is that you play for a while, and it gets you in the mood and everything. There's squares on the board in different colours and they all mean different things like Kissing, Eating, Undressing, Massaging etc. Then there's three different levels, and each square getting progressively more raunchy as you play. EG the kissing square starts as a peck on the cheek for the pink level, on the lips with no tongue for purple level and open mouthed long as you want in the red level.
There's also a Drink square to get you drunk along the way. We played mid-afternoon, so sipped from soft drink instead LOL.

It does have the potential to be very lame, but when you take it in the spirit, it was kind of fun.
The aim of the game is to go around the boars six times, drawing a "fantasy card" every time you pass the equivalant of "go". Whoever gets around fastest gets to enact the fantasy they like best of all the cards you drew.
We didn't actually GET to that point and I must say I was surprised it ended up being so good. We only played because HubBee was in the mood and I wasn't, but by the time we actually had sex, it was incredible and I was almost gagging for it. Hahaha
Fantasies on the cards varied, there was the stock standard School girl/nurse etc. But I drew a couple of doozies, one was to wrap each other in cling wrap, there was another to go out and do it in the car, pretending you don't live together.

We'll definintely play again, but we might try it at night with wine (or vodka).

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I forgot to say...

***READ POST BELOW FIRST***
I forgot to say in previous post, as I said, I felt sorry for the poor bugger, so of course we make up for it last night.
So he's going down on me, which was GREAT, and I'm giving him some hand relief, (okI was being a bitch and didn't feel like blowing him at the same time) and he motions me to stop, cos he's getting close and everything.
Well I was getting close too, so I stop briefly, but continue, because if I don't feel like sucking him off while I'm getting it, I will feel even less like it when I've come already. And I get really annoyed if I feel like that's what he's going to want and that's why he's saying stop.
Ok so I'm coming, and then he's coming, and we're in this awkward position but I was fairly confident that all the cum is going on my boob, and yes, that's where the majority of it ended up, but it also ended up all over the bedsheets, having sort of dripped down. Ew!
LOL Right next to my head, and my pillow. Gross.
It was funny though. And even the bit that was on my boob, felt a bit porn-star. Hahaha

elaborate plan

Hub-bee and I are occassionally giant nanna's. This doesn't involve huge white cotton underpants and water glasses with dentures, but for example Sunday night just past, we were in bed at the super early hour of 9pm. We actually went to bed at 8.50, and I for one, revelled in the wonderful knowledge we would wake refreshed and feeling good. I personally ended up getting a full ten hours of sleep, it was fantastic.

The next day at work, Hub-bee reveals to me that he actually had a grand plan for the previous evening. See I'd been quite vocal in the fact that I didn't feel we'd gotten enough sleep, and I was really tired and looking forward to an early night. So he didn't like his sexy-time chances at the start of bedtime, he had a good feeling he would be rebuffed if he made a move (which was true).
So he had a really big glass of water right before he got into bed, thinking that his bladder would wake him in the middle of the night, and he could go for the midnight tap.

This venture is not without risk however, if he goes in too early, and I haven't rested enough, I will still likely rebuff him. Even though I do quite like sex in the middle of the night when you don't really talk and its all groping and groggy arousal. Alternatively, if he goes too late, I will also be annoyed if I can't get back to sleep.
So Sunday night there was a golden 4 hour window where he would be sweet. (most nights the window is only an hour, two max)

Unfortunately his bladder foiled him, and he didn't wake up. LOL

I felt sorry for the poor bugger.

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Quick question for partnered ladies {sorry Dating-Agent :( }
How many times do you reckon you do it in a month,ie in a 30 day time frame?
I reckon we do it about 8-10 times a month.
[sometimes we'll do it almost every day for a week, but there's at least one week in a month where we don't do it at all, and one week where I've "got the painters in", leaving one week when we'll do it sporadically]
What about you guys?

this that and the other

I finally got to wear my Anniversary undies! Woo!
Only two months over due. BUT I might say, as a married lady, it is handy to have a set of sexy undies not previously seen before when you're feeling a bit randy and your Hub-bee asks for an impromptu strip show.
Not feeling super confident in the strip show idea to begin with, at least I was able to reveal something a little bit special to distract in case my performance was less than stellar.

I might add, I had a wax yesterday (coincidence) and I would NOT advise having sexy time on the same day! Pain! Sort of horrid red raw rash thing on one side. You also shouldn't sweat just after a wax as sweat can get into your pores while they're still open and makes pimpley things. Ew.

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I actually thought I was going to have the worst NYE ever this year. We committed early on to going to a house party being held by Tall-Hunky-Groomsman-Bee's Fiancee (get that?) and we discovered on the day of the party that we would be one of about 6 couples in attendance. Hmmm.....

One of said couples, when they drink, are torturously irritating.
THREE of said six couples are part of the "footy crowd" and when we got married we made a hard decision not to invite them to the wedding (remember those couples?) and as such they have never forgiven us, extremely immature of them, and when in mixed company they have generally ignored us (noticeably).

Awkward!

We spent all day trying to figure out how to avoid the party or make excuses to leave.
Ideas included "Agent X pretends to pass out at 7pm and has to be taken home"
"ring before we go and say Agent X went too hard too early and has already passed out(at 5pm)"
"feign some sort of food poisoning after eating something"
"pretend we have another engagement that we've only just discovered"
"plead family commitments" (Mother-in-law actually suggested this one and said she would back us up if questioned)

Hub-bee wouldn't be put off though, feeling we really DID need to go and make the best of it. So I fortified myself with three bottles of champagne (I don't know who I was kidding with the third) and prepared myself to drink until the people became interesting.

In the end, thankfully, another couple we are friends with were there to chat with. One of the three unpleasant couples, the worst of them, did a no-show (wonder if we influenced that?) and the other two may have adopted my idea as we were all wonderfully soused. Midnight brought cheers, air kisses and a dip in the pool. A dip where myself and two other girls started taking our tops off to compare boobs then everyone taking our bottoms off for the hell of it.

I'm actually wondering now if any of the not so drunk people are remarking at how badly I acted...being quick to disapprove of anyone....

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We also had a little preggy scare. They're rare when you're on the pill, but I have discovered, not impossible. We almost thought about being parents.

Un-friken-believable

So I went out with NYE Bee on Saturday night, and with no intention of doing so I ended up staying the evening.
We went to a movie, had dinner, had a coffee, had a drink... it was like speed dating the same person.
Now NYE Bee is a big strapping man type person, six foot four, arms like tree trunks the whole bit, you know what they say about big feet... big shoes?
Turns out NYE Bee has a MASSIVE wang, I did not my any mesure expect it to be small but couldn't quite believe (my luck? haha) my eyes.

This post may actually be an additional to the previous post, as when I was giving him a blow/hand job and he came, it was like a bad porno the actual volume of liquid - I was glad I didn't need to swallow!

Anniversary lovin

So had very romantic anniversary weekend away. We went to the Hunter Valley and HubBee had organised champagne in the room when we arrived, it looked gorgeous!
So we proceeded to open the champagne, get tipsy and have fun drunken hotel room shag.

Saturday shamefully I got too pissed for bedroom action which was a decided shame as I'd bought new set of sexy knickers in a pinky-red fishnet style and was organised to slip into said knickers when we got back from dinner.

As we were in the Hunter, we spent all day tasting, and then when we finished with that we had a quick dip in the pool and spa (spa was disgusting and I can imagine if we'd tried to have spa-action I would have contracted all manner of disgustingness)
Then we went to the hotel bar for a pre-dinner cocktail and play a little pool, and I ordered a huge pink extremely toxic cocktail, with something like 5 shots in it (not realising of course, I thought it would be normal sized).

We played pool, went out to dinner and proceeded to drink another few glasses of wine, so much so that I almost fell asleep half way through the main course.
Needless to say I was beyond drowsy when we got back, and said knickers went back into the bag, I am determined to wear them again and surprise him though. Hopefully this week.

So Sunday morning (actual anniversary) couldn't go past the morning sexy-sex, which was great, and we discovered why the bed was so high off the floor (it really was crazy-high). hehehe.
Good weekend, grotesque happiness at love of HubBee, a year on.
:)

Hypnosis

This is going to sound a little weird. But, ok.

You see, PVC has been learning how to hypnotise people. He's been downloading pirated hypnosis lessons and learning - it has been an interest of his for a while. At first I was pretty skeptical (particularly of anything ripped off the internet) but the first time he tried it on me it actually worked. It's like being extraordinarily relaxed, like just before you go to sleep. The theory is that the person hypnotising you can speak directly to your subconscious without your consciousness getting in the way. (He also has a kick arse massage chair, which helps. The technique he's using to hypnotise me is just speech - using words to relax you and lull you into a sort of trance. Amazing how simple it is... truly weird).

So. We'd done a couple of sessions, one of which focused on building my confidence, which I reckon actually worked. Like, visualisation type stuff - 'visualise your confidence as a colour blah blah'. And it leaves you feeling really relaxed with a clear head afterwards, which is also really good when you're stuck in Crazy Thesis World.

The third time he hypnotised me, he didn't tell me what we were doing, but he said I was going to like it.

He did the basic thing, and I got trancy and relaxed, like normal. Then, he did a similar sort of visualisation exercise as 'confidence', but, er, 'sexual energy'. It's a bit hard to describe, and particularly hard because I was the one being hypnotised, but it was like this buzzing feeling, like my skin was tingling all over. So as he kept talking (pretty simple and not particularly sexual words) this feeling just got stronger, like turning the dial from sensual to sexual, really intense. It was crazy, and I knew it was crazy, but it felt amazing! It got to the point where I felt like I was going to come (and I was still sitting relatively still in the chair, he wasn't touching me or anything), until, oh my god, I did come. Like, whole body orgasm. And that wasn't it! Then he just kept talking, and telling me that I was going to come on his command, and I freaking did. Like, he would tell me, and there was nothing I could do but obey. At least five times.

It was just this beautiful pure feeling, like sexuality undiluted by problems like body anxiety or feeling silly or worrying about the other person. Just total bliss. Absolutely incredible.

And the best thing was that when he brought me back I was unbelievably turned on. Like every single part of my skin was a sexual receptor. So we had sex in the massage chair, and again in his bed - and the physical intensity coupled with the fact that I'm off-my-face in love with this person, well it pretty much blew my mind. One of those 'I could die right now and I'd be ok with that' sort of nights.

I think I should marry this person.

Also, I might be going to New York with him for a week in December. His work is sending him and he asked if I wanted to come along. And I think, since I have nothing better to do, that I just might take him up on the offer.

...wait a second. I AM dead, aren't I? My head exploded sometime last week from over-exertion from Thesis Hell, right? You guys are just too polite to break it to me! But, if hell is this good, well I'm not complaining.

Marry me

for better > for worse
for richer > for poorer
in sickness > and in health.

The part about the sickness however sort of hinders the sexy sex.
As you all know, I have been horribly coughing for the last three weeks, which severly restricted bedtime action. We did it early on (in the lurge), and while it was good, I hacked all the way through it, then I got sicker and sicker and it just wasn't happening.

This week I've pretty much gotten over it all (yay!) and its been a small sex fest. Sex fest; for us, small; because its only a few times. LOL.
We had a great session Wednesday afternoon, Hub-bee walked in from work and it was ON. Hot. Hehehe.
Then again this morning, which was great, half awake action I reckon is fantastic. Hub-bee is going to Christian Music Festival (yes I know, Ew) all Long Weekend, which is when we usually have lots of action. We're such classic living-together couple. Too tired mostly, but on Long Weekends we'll frequently do it everyday, if not twice a day! So this morning was mostly to make up for the lack of weekend-time together, we had snuggles and sex, all in twenty-five minutes.

So, Fear not ladies!!! Yes the married crone is still getting action. There was just a small detour into- Infection-ville which prevented the Pork Sausage Picnic.

More sex than you can poke a pointed stick at.

One weekend. Five orgasms.

I am in a mood to inflict gory details. (Now that we have a shiny new disclaimer, I'm going to personally ensure we get the most value out of it.)

#1. Tied to ceiling of PVC's balcony. (Hands cuffed together, rope wrapped around cuffs and attached to ceiling).

#2. In bed with PVC, after rope/balcony. I came purely from him touching my nipple. He has instituted awesome system whereby he tells me to cum... and it works. For real. Omg.

#3. Later in evening, after rousing walk around streets of Newtown for goth festival in full goth get up. (PVC dressed in his namesake, let me put makeup on him. Mascara, lipstick, the works. Men in vinyl and makeup... oh, man.) So anyway sex took place fully clothed, me in corset, him on top, and, miraculously, we came AT THE SAME TIME. This... is unheard of. For whom does this ever actually happen??? I nearly died both from sensory overload and disbelief.

#4. Next day. Watching fetish porn in bed on projector. (Yes, porn on a projector, it doesn't get much more OTT. Nerds - they are so great. Perverted and have an ability to install things correctly.) PVC gets himself off while fingering me. Added points for amazing multi-tasking skills on his part.

#5. Still in bed, about 20 minutes later. Decide one orgasm just wasn't enough. Ended up gyrating against PVC until I have, and I am not exaggerating, a screaming orgasm. I literally screamed. It was so intense that later in the day I was HOARSE. Slight pang of guilt re: PVC's sex deprived housemates. They always look so haggard when they see me around the house.

So, there you have it. I'm beside myself I'm so happy. Still plan to move away in November, but will deal with when come to I suppose.

Poll Results and New Layout

Poll results in people!!
Apprently 5 of us have an opinion on the best O position... I didn't even know there was five of us. Curious.

Also... I know I just updated the template but I just found this pic and went from there... let me know what you think, we can fiddle with the side bar colours etc. It's Dita Von Teese (bitch) FYI minus the naughty bits since I figured blogger would object.

There is a good reason sprain rhymes with pain

Obviously there is (as there should be) a difference between pain gained by using those muscules which in Singledom have long remained doment, and pain gained by an actual sex sprain.
Hobbling around the office has generated some interest today with reaching for items become a bit of an exploration in pain , 'what have you been doing?' seems to be the red hot question, what can reply be issued without rousing suspision? 'I played a massive round of golf and perfected my backswing.'
Of course, that is ridiculous and would only work if I knew what that actually meant. The truth of the matter is, I have a sexy sex sprain.
Saturday night after being out on the town with GKBee we came home pissed and had a great sex session, during he flipped me over, and pinned my hands behind my back and did a bit of hair pulling.
HOTT HOTT at the time, but apprently not a position ones arm are conditioned to be in with another perons weight on top.

Typical Musings

>':'< (meow)

So I was having a phone conversation with an ex of mine who currently lives in Melbourne. (It was late... why do they always contact me when it's very late on a Friday night and I'm somewhat out of it?) and we're chatting away, and somehow the conversation gets onto sex. Not that I ever want to shag this ex of mine ever again (I'm not just saying that, I really, really, don't) but hey a bit of harmless flirtation never hurt anyone. And I don't know how this came up but at some point in the conversation he revealed that I was the last person he slept with.

...say WHAT???

I was really quite shocked. That means the last time he had sex was well over a year ago, and it was utter crap. (I have immortalised this experience in a short story I wrote - possibly one of the most dismal sexual experiences of my life).

Which got me to thinking... how many people running around out there would list me as the last person they slept with? I know two are certain (one due to a religious transformation that happened shortly after our final round of ex sex... I like to think these things are unrelated) and now Melbourne bee. That leaves two more people I can't say for sure but would be willing to put money on... (one is female and one is that dude from last year with the incurable illness and such).

And then there's the person I'm currently shagging... I'm assuming I'm the last person he shagged... unless he's had a very busy 24 hours.

So what is that, five people??

Yikes.

In other news, the shagging of the current partner is going exceedingly well. I still don't know where I stand with him on an emotional level, which is concerning, but with sex this good who gives a damn.

The drought is over... Hallelujah Amen.

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.

Thailand Loving

Now firstly let me preface this with the disclaimer, I didn't actually fuck anyone o/s. But fear not, I got some action anyway !

First notable meeting was on our first night out at one of our fave Thai bars, the 5!5 bar, Queensland Bee was quite gentlemanly, we spent all night talking, turned out he was in the same hotel, and when one my travel mates picked up a Thai guy we went round to his bar in Bangla Rd - (now this is about as dodgy as being a pimp in the Cross) we went for a walk, made out on the beautiful beach and came back to the bar to find them absent.
I then freaked out, thinking she was being sold into white slavery and he waited around with me for a while until I got jack of it and went back to the hotel. We said goodnight, he was flying to KL the next day, he took my number and I went back to my room. But my roomie was asleep, ah sweet fate. So I went to his room and knocked, and it was actually a relief because all we did was sleep. He took my number so well see if he calls I guess.

One of the girls down the corridor from us was celebrating her last night, was going to be a quite evening on Bangla rd... then we did JagerBombs (shudder)and we picked up two British boys from Nottingham (I swear most English guys ever lol) and did ALOT of making out at the bar, all very trashy, our travel buddies had said goodnight ages ago and we were both a bit squiffy. I'd said goodnight to Nottingham Bee and he'd given me his email address on a scrap of paper bag. And then we left with the boys, I was a bit confused, we'd said goodnight but then we ended up back in their hotel - in a room they shared... After the hotel staff had rang them three times, then cut their power, then SEARCHED THEIR ROOMS whilst we hid in the shower, we started to making out, he was a fucking great kisser, he went down on me and me on him, he came - but apparently 'brits don't wear johnnys' meaning they didn't have any condoms combined with the notion that a couple were going at it in a bed I could reach out and touch got to be all too much, so she and I left a bit annoyed... but hey I got his email address so I can try again?

We were all so majorly hung over that we did nothing all the next day.
Last but not least was Police Bee... HAHAHA, yes this means he's a police officer, who get this offered to bring his hand cuffs home 'if I wanted' haha yeah hell yeah!! - I don't care if it was an empty promise but REAL police cuffs is hot.We met up with one of my travel buddies mutual acquaintances, all police officers, I was wearing a low cut dress (is there any other kind?) and he was looking at my cleavage all night.
We all ate dinner, went to a GoGo show (think ping pongs and like) and got a little trashed at a bar, then two of us paired up and walked the one with the boyfriend home and went skinny dipping. They had an amazing hotel pool, unfortunately surrounded by rooms but I don't think anyone was watching at three in the morning. I had my period by this time, so refused anything happening but I got him off, he came in my mouth which I surreptitiously spat out in the pool and then we repeated this format mostly the following evening.He seemed nice enough, so I dropped the hint to my mate I'd like to get his number so well see how we go...
You know come to think of it, each time I met a guy I did anything decent with I was wearing that dress. HMM, I might be onto something here. Plus before I went away, at my Vile School Reunion I met Central Coast Bee, who I still have to call upon my return, so my drought is hopefully set to break!
Go Thailand!! Sawasdee!!

Balcony lovin' ~~~

Ooh we had hot balcony lovin last night, finally!

And I think there were people on the balcony next door after we'd finished! Maybe they came out to listen to us. (couldn't see anything)

Totally hot though, and made absolutely no effort to be quiet which was great! LOL.

After I came in spectacular fashion, gave Bee (can anyone suggest good name for my Bee?) great blow job using my boobs, which he appreciated. I then had to run all the way to the kitchen however to spit yuckness out, as if I don't take it lying on my back I can't manage to swallow the stuff. Yum.