Don't you love it...

When you send a message without the picture that goes with it? I mean, not that I ever do that.

Carry on with your day.

Xoxo,
Bella

This post has no title

Or substance really but I'm standing in a very long line & am bored. And the man behind me is severely encroaching on my personal space. There are some really bad fashion choices happening in this line by the way.

I'm about to find lunch. Maybe I'll go to the park, maybe I'll go read a book. Maybe I'm about to drop kick this guy behind me. To bad I don't think he's hot or I'd ask him if that quilt makes my boobs look fat. Oh well, another line maybe.

Hope you are all having a fabulous day.

Xoxo,
Bella

stealing moments

I'm sneaking in some hurried blog reading and posting as I can today. I think I'd like about a week with nothing to do, no plans, no commitments, no responsibilities. Oh hell, who am I kidding, I'd like at least a year of all of that!

I'm in a sexual slump, the last few days anyway. Of course, much of it has to do with being sick, as well as that monthly curse of females 'round the globe (who's brilliant fucking idea was THAT anyway???), but I'm just kind of meh at the moment. Sure I could post yet another pic of my boobs or ass, but really, they haven't changed any since the last time you saw them over here so that's kind of boring eh? I suppose I should be thinking more creatively. It'll come back to me in a few days or even hours I'm sure. I never stay in the same frame of mind for very long. (The men in my life are rolling their eyes and shouting a-fucking-men right now. Shut up.)

Last night I baked a blackberry cobbler. I don't bake. Or cook. Or sew, decorate, iron or make my own flower arrangements. I might be a heterosexual male. Thank you C-Man for the extremely simple cobbler recipe. Next time, I will remember the flour I promise. The margarita I was drinking while concocting said cobbler did help my throat but probably did nothing for the quality of my baked good. It wasn't a failure however, and Mr. Man says it tastes good, it's just really runny and didn't set up. Hence the need for flour, which honestly never occured to me.  My skills are not in the kitchen. At least when it comes to the cooking of food. And no, I didn't taste it because I don't like blackberry cobbler. I'm weird.

Sidenote: The pictures in this post are some I took of the sky from my perspective the other night.

Sometimes, my perspective kicks ass. I'm just sayin'.

formspring fail

Formspring has been giving me fits lately. I keep answering questions but it hasn't posted to the blog or twitter in weeks. Also, I was getting spammed like crazy. So I was futzing with settings last night and viola, I fucking deleted all the questions in my inbox. I am brilliant. Good grief. I think I'm just going to start over.

In other news, I'm rockin' a sore throat but the fever is gone. So woohoo to that. I guess.

Ok, must get about my day I suppose. Have a great one! And try not to delete anything important.

xoxo,
Bella

Sweating

And not in a sexy way either. I came down with chills, aches, sore throat, blah blah blah yesterday. Went to bed freezing & woke up at 3am soaking wet with sweat. I'd like to think I was having an uber erotic dream. Yeah, that's it.

Blah.

Please send chicken noodle soup & 7-up.

Xoxo,
Bella

instructions

Press my body against wall. Grope me roughly through clothes. Cup my ass and lift me onto toes, I stretch up to meet your lips and tongue.

Pinch my nipples through thin fabric. Grind against me. Your cock hard and throbbing inside jeans.

Cold counter and wall mirror. Bend me over. Your hand between my shoulder blades. My breasts against cool surface.

Grasp hips and thrust.

If this is rock bottom, at least it's tasty

Some people have a crisis & go shoot up in an alley somewhere. Me? I prefer to scarf down doublestuff Oreos & brush my teeth with a bottle of Diet Pepsi (thanks Ke$ha) in a Walmart parking lot.
That's where I found myself last night, crying into a package of cream filled cookies surrounded by the People of Walmart. Pathetic.

Why? Eh, work stuff/life stuff that no one seems to understand but me. And even I don't get it sometimes so I guess I shouldn't expect others to. It's just nice when they try.

This post is brought to you by too much thinking, too much stress & too many oreos.

Xoxo,
Bella

Oh, I almost forgot...

My boobs, to remember me by while I'm gone for a bit.

Yada yada yada

The autocorrect on my phone changed "yada" to "taxation". Because that makes so much sense. Anyway.

It's been a busy weekend with work & finding just the right tie for my father. Heh. I'm about to get ready for pedicures with some girlfriends & then kiddo & I will head to her grandparents for the evening & part of tomorrow.  Mr. Man will get some peace, quiet & time to do whatever he wants.

I have a few posts up my sleeve but they will have to wait for now.

Happy Father's Day to all the sexy dads out there! Catch ya later.

Xoxo,
Bella

Dear Formspring, Get it together.

Another question that didn't post to the blog...

Question:
If semen tasted like chocolate sauce and vaginal fluids tasted like raspberry ripple how delicious would this world be? Do you think society would collapse due to excessive oral sex across the globe?
                                 
Answer:
Ha. Funny question.

The world would be extra fucking delicious because I do love me some chocolate. However, I'm not fond of raspberry so there goes my girlie fantasy.

If society collapsed around me I wouldn't notice because I'd be all up in the chocolatey goodness. Bring milk please.

Xoxo,
Bella

sunday mish mash

I just got the funniest Formspring question. I'll answer it later but it made me laugh on this lazy hot steamy Sunday.

I just texted Jake. Why do I do that? I'm a glutton for punishment. Yeah, he texted back but still, he stops just short of where I want him to go. Sometimes I swear, I'm still in high school.

I brought work home. Did I do it? Hell no. Do I ever do work at home? Hell no. I might be having a mild panic attack about work stuff tonight. I keep saying how I can't do this much longer and yet I still do.

Mr. Jr. High and I have been playing text tag. He is equal parts annoying and fun to me. Eh.

I almost deleted my mommy blog today but then decided to just let it sit for a while and not pressure myself to post there, or anywhere.

The last of my hotel room photos...

'Night all.
xoxo,
Bella

its late and i'm being weird

I should go to bed as I'm about to fall asleep on top of the laptop. But for some reason I can't bring myself to get up to do the necessary things you have to do before going to bed. (Don't worry, this won't digress into another post about pee).

My mind is in a constant state of wishing for things I don't have. Things I feel like I can't have, don't have, will never have. Maybe I'm just tired but I'm in a melancholy mood. (Any chance I get to use the word "melancholy" in a post, I'm taking it bishes). Is my discontent the problem or the symptom? Is the fact that I just rolled my eyes at myself after reading that sentence a sign that I'm going insane? I feel like I could do so much more than I'm doing with my life. God I'm pathetic. Maybe I spend too much time online and not enough time in real life. Maybe this blog is just a distraction to avoid doing more important things. But what things? Hell, I dunno. Feeding the homeless or saving the orphans or something I guess. I just feel like something is missing. And then I get the distinct feeling that its something I'm missing within myself, not an external thing. Fuck that makes no sense huh? Or does it? Bwahahahahahaha.

Maybe I just need some Reeses Pieces. Yeah, that has to be it.

What is the one thing that never fails to send you over the top in bed?

I like this question...lets see, as I think I've mentioned before, I don't climax all that easily. Its part of my fickle nature I guess. I feel a bit bad for the men in my life and always make it clear that if I don't cum, that it doesn't mean that I'm not completely into the sex and feeling good. A man does have an ego and I don't want to bruise it. And of course, the more turned on I am, the easier for me to get there. But I can tend to psyche myself out, especially if I'm with someone new, feeling self conscious, trying too hard, etc. I'm a mental case, what can I say?

The reward for getting it right is that when I do cum, I do it all out. Loudly. Ask Mr. Man. My motto is "cum big or go home". Gawd, I'm corny. Why do you people put up with me?

Anyway, I have no idea why I just shared all that again. My disclaimer I guess. That said, a vibrator never fails me. Add porn to that and a sexy voice talking dirty to me and Katie, bar the door, I'm climaxing with the best of 'em. Oh, and I do enjoy a good spanking...some cuffs...blindfolds...a sensual backrub...kisses down my spine...dammit, YOOOOOHOOOOOO, Mr. Man!!!!!!!

xoxo,
Bella

Ask me anything

If you were granted the ability to be a man for a day, would you? If so, what's the first thing you would do?

Pee standing up!!! What? Not the answer you were looking for? Well, it's true!

Girls were given the shaft, so to speak, when it comes to the peeing thing. I mean really, do you know how much trouble it is to have to either hover over the toilet to avoid sitting on cold germy porcelain, or to take the time to line the seat with toilet paper? Me, I'm "seat liner" because my thigh muscles aren't strong enough to hover for very long. What can I say? I'm a lazy pee-er.

I would ask you if this was TMI but damn, you've all seen my ass so I thought you could handle a bit of info about my urination habits. Shut up, you know you love me.

Have a great day! I'm off to the gym. Gotta work on those thigh muscles. Heh.

xoxo,
Bella

Ask me anything

home again home again jiggity jig

So, I'm home. And tired. But home. And happy to be here. I didn't get to explore like I would have liked to but there's always another time.

I didn't find a playmate to help me make the most out of that big plush kingsize bed so the best I could do at entertaining myself was to take some pictures and masturbate. So, not a total loss. Heh. I'll space the pics out over a few posts but here's one for now.

I have much catching up to do on blog reading, some writing I want to do, not to mention work and other personal stuff. I seem to always be behind. I should probably just embrace that fact.

But for now, bed.
xoxo,
Bella

i don't know why this didn't post a few days ago...formspring answer

Question:
Would you prefer a 3way with you and 2 guys or a guy and a girl?


Answer:
I want to participate in both of course. But if I have to pick, I think I'd go with a man & another girl as my first threesome experience. I want to experiment with my bi-curious side & so that particular combo appeals to me. But, I'm not one to limit myself so whatever opportunity presents itself to me, I'm taking it!

should I pack these?

I leave tomorrow for my work trip.

I'm not sure why I want to pack pretty panties for my trip when no one but me is going to see them. But they do make me feel sexier so maybe I'll be all sexy vamp under my business suit, give a kick ass presentation and flirt heavily with any cute bellhops or fellow conference goers over the next few days. Sounds like a plan to me.

Ok, back to packing...

xoxo,

Bella

popcorn & no jammies

Its my favorite treat after a long day...a bowl of hot buttered popcorn, snuggled in our huge bed leaning against the sexy black leather headboard (its not as cheesy as it sounds I swear), laptop and cell phone at my side and HGTV on the tv. I'm a simple girl in some aspects, complicated in others.

Usually I would add "comfy sock monkey pajamas" to the above scenario but I decided to take C-Man's recommendation and go sans jammies tonight. At least for the picture anyway. That guy is full of helpful advice ain't he? But seriously, C-Man and M have been lovely the past several days. We've talked a lot and I do believe I overheard a bit of hot phone sex happening last night between M and Mr. Man. There is talk of meeting up at some point to hang out and see what happens. What's nice is that we like them as friends and there is no pressure from anyone. Although I have to say, I am quite skeptical that when we meet up, that nothing sexy will happen. I'm just sayin'.

The past few days have been crazy. I've lost my patience, laughed, cried, felt hopeless and hopeful within hours of each other. I like to call myself "quirky" but sometimes I think the more accurate term might be "crazy bitch". Heh. I have a work trip to CA coming up in a few days and although I will be spending a lot of time with the boss from hell, I will have a swanky hotel room all to myself at night. Can we say Heaven? Hella yeah. I am thinking that it would be fun to have a playmate for hot hotel sex though. I mean, that big bed is going to go to waste with just me in it, doncha think? Eh, I can dream can't I? It will be a nice change, if only for a few days and I do like that airport madness tempered by monotony. Because I'm weird.

For now, I prep for another work day tomorrow. Friday I'll be spending catching up on sleep if things go as planned. I hope. Although Mr. Man and I can't have sex while he recovers, a few hours of extra sleep and silence is sounding just as good as a mind-blowing orgasm right now. Ok, not exactly JUST as good but I'm trying to think positive here. Work with me people.

Goodnight.
xoxo,
Bella