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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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