Singeldagboken

Det er en evighet og litt til siden sist jeg blogget. Det har gått i ett, og tiden har vært knapp. Og når jeg endelig begynte å tenke på det igjen.... Ja, da hadde jeg glemt både passordet til bloggen og til e-postkontoen hvor jeg kunne få tilsendt nytt passord....

Men, alt ordner seg for snille piker sies det. Og ting ordner seg tydeligvis for de mindre snille pikene også.... Så, I'm back!

Har mye å dele med dere nå, så da satser jeg på å få ut en del heftige innlegg fremover.

- T -

Men, dessverre intet verdt skrive om!

Det skal sies at italienere er særdeles kjekke menn! Og det stod heller ikke på oppmerksomheten. Som kvinne med blå øyne så blir det mer enn nok oppmerksomhet fra det motsatte kjønn hvis man reiser lenger sør enn Danmark...

Men, italienere er et særdeles hårete menneskeslag! Jeg er ikke spesielt fan av kroppshår generelt... Det skal jeg ærlig innrømme! Derimot liker jeg at menn skal være menn og ikke guttevalper, så noe kroppshår må påberegnes. Men, italienere - DET blir for mye for meg... Når man ikke ser brystkassa for bare hår -  der går grensen!

Uansett, så var det en fantastisk tur!

Og litt (les hver kveld) klinings ble det jo.....

- T -

Jeg fikk en forespørsel i innboksen om min mening om ONS. Begynte å skrive et svar, men ombestemte meg. Synes egentlig dette er et greit tema for bloggen...

Så hva er egentlig min mening om ONS?

Jeg har overhodet ingen ting i mot ONS, og har en god del av dem på samvittigheten!

Ulempen med ONS er at de som regel foregår når alkoholkonsentrasjonen er relativt høy. Resultatet av det er vanligvis at prestasjonsevnene er tilsvarende svekket. Vi kjenner vel alle til mannfolk som ikke har fått den opp fordi de har vært for fulle, eller at de bruker en halv evighet før de kommer. Nå er ikke jeg som alle andre jenter, så for min del er ikke det nødvendigvis negativt. Sliter mannen med å få den opp, så ser jeg det som en utfordring. Det gir meg virkelig muligheten til å leke etter alle kunstens regler med både hender og munn. Og når det gjelder varigheten - er man litt kreativ så tar jeg heller et to timers knull fremfor en fem minutters mann når som helst...

En annen kjip ting med ONS er at det ofte kan være veldig kleint første gang man har sex. Man kjenner ikke hverandres seksuelle preferanser. I tillegg så er man kanskje usikker på hva den andre syns, ja rett og slett på hvor man ligger på lista i forhold til hans/hennes tidligere erfaringer. Igjen - jeg er ikke som alle andre. Er det et ONS så gir jeg egentlig f... i hva han synes. Jeg er temmelig selvsikker på meg selv og mine seksuelle prestasjoner, og det ville ikke falle meg inn å tenke at han ikke liker det jeg gjør. Og om våre seksuelle preferanser kanskje ikke matcher helt, vel da er det et ONS hvor vi aldri kommer til å treffes igjen.

Det som derimot kan være helt fantastisk med ONS er nettopp det at man ikke kjenner hverandre. Da er det lettere å la hemningene ligge igjen på gulvet sammen med klærne. Man vet at dette er en en natts greie og at man i ettertid sier "Takk" og "Farvel". Evner man dette, så kan ONS være helt fantastisk! 

For en singel pike med tilnærmet seksuell mani så er også ONS en nødvendighet. Et sted må tilfredsstillelsen komme fra. Man blir temmelig lei av vibrerende gleder, dusjhodets varme kjærtegn, sine egne fingre eller hva man ellers måtte ha i nærheten. Elskere kommer og går, og det er ikke alltid timeplaner stemmer overens. Da er ONS en enkelt og nyttig løsning.

Som sagt, jeg er i utgangspunktet et stort fan av ONS. Hadde ikke klart meg uten! Og det får meg til å tenke på en helt annen sak...

Når er det egentlig passende å ha sex?

Jeg og min beste venninne er helt forskjellige på dette punkt. Jeg har hatt flere ONS enn de fleste, mens hun aldri har hatt et eneste ett. Jeg ser ingen problemer med sex første kvelden man møtes, mens hun har en regel om å aldri ha sex ved første møte.... Selvfølgelig vet jeg at de fleste kvinner er som henne og ikke som meg, men hvorfor?

Bare for å få en ting unna... Jeg skal innrømme at jeg har et problem med å stole på menn. Jeg er ei jente som får mye oppmerksomhet fra menn enten det er på bar, på nett eller bare helt random når jeg er ute og går. Det er alt fra uskyldige blikk til direkte henvendelser. Og all denne oppmerksomheten preger meg. Resultatet har blitt at dersom det overhodet finnes noen antydning til flørt så klarer jeg ikke å stole på en skit av det mannfolket sier eller gjør. Dessverre er det så mange menn som lyver og tøyer grenser for å få oss damer til sengs, at alt som sies og gjøres før man faktisk ender i køya tas med en klype salt. Det er lettere å tolke en mann etter at han er tilfredsstilt!

Så er det også en annen ting jeg ikke skjønner... Det er ekstremt mange mannfolk som tenker at kvinner som er villige første natta ikke er til å spare på, mens de selv ikke har noe problem til å hoppe til køys med ei dame første natt selv om de også vil bli bedre kjent med dama. Dobbeltmoral på sitt beste! For her er vel tankegangen min mer lik menns. Hvis man møter noen og kjemien er på topp, man flørter villt og hemningsløst og det er ingen tvil om at man vil ha hverandre. Hvorfor skal jeg da gjøre meg prippen og si god natt på trappen? Så lenge man er to voksne mennesker som har lyst på hverandre, så hvorfor ikke bare gå for det? Det elementære må vel være ærlighet?

For da er vi tilbake til dette med ONS igjen... Jeg ser ikke problemet med sex ved første møte, og heller ikke noen problemer med ONS. Det viktigste er at man er klar på hensikten fra første stund. Dersom man kun er ute etter et knull, så vær for all del ærlig om det. Sexen blir vesentlig bedre om mann spiller på samme lag og er enige om spille reglene...

Kjente jeg ble litt engasjert mens jeg skrev, men det får bare være... 

Hva er DIN mening om ONS eller sex ved første møte?

- T -

Det har vært lite nytt å skrive om i det siste - dessverre! Mangle på sex går meg på nervene, og det merkes godt på humør og tålmodighet...

Men, vi satser på bedre tider!

Om ikke så mange dagene går turen til Italia! Der er det fortsatt sommerstemning, så vi satser på at rødvin og lettkledde italienere kan gjøre noe med saken...

- T -

Formen har vært elendig i to uker nå.... Svimmel, mangel på matlyst, mangel på søvn!

Og ingen har vært her for å pleie meg!

Så nå ligger jeg her i senga uten å få sove... Drømmer om en mannlig sykepleier som kan komme å pleie meg, samt underholde meg når jeg ikke får sove i nattens mørke timer.

Om søkeren:
Medisinsk bakgrunn ikke nødvendig, men det er ønskelig med erfaring fra massasje. Må ha sterke hender og være fingernem. Utholdenhet og utseende vil bli vektlagt. Tidligere arbeidserfaring på tilsvarende områder er en fordel.

Lønn:
Arbeidet avlønnes in natura.

Tiltredelse:
Snarest! 

- T -

It's been a while since my last post! Days are busy, and I've had no time to meet up with any of my lovers lately... The result is an even crankier me than usual!

Today I just needed some steam - literally!

I got into the shower and turned up the heat, ready to give myself some TLC! The steam was all over my bathroom within seconds. God, I love hot showers....

I started to wash my hair and body. Just enjoying the hot water all over me! Then I took the time to shave... And to let you know - I do shave all over! When finished I just stood there for a while, and felt my body relax more every minute...

With no time to explore men these days, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! I let my fingers go slowly down from my neck, over my breasts and down to my warm, wet and newly shaved pussy... Oh.... Felt so nice!

I reached for the shower head. I let the water hit me just as I had done with my fingers. All the way down....

My breath got deaper, heavier. Love the feeling of warm and steamy water against my clit. Just stood there and enjoyed the feeling... Oh....

It didn't take me long before my first orgasm! But this starving girl had a need for more than one... Even though it's almost painful with something, in my case water, touching the clit immediately after an orgasm, I know how pleasant it can be! I let the water running, and just waited...

I could feel the shivering all over my body. My breath got deaper again. My hart started pounding. And then, orgasm after orgasm rolling through my body! Oh sweet lord....

I had to sit down after that! But a perfect ending of a busy day when alone... Nothing's like a little TLC!

- T -

I can hear the rain against my window. It's heavier now. And it reminds me of why rain is a good thing! I learned that in springtime, when out jogging with a friend....

I had made plans to go jogging on a sunday with a good friend of mine. We both needed the excercise, and was determined to do this no matter the weather.

Sunday morning came, and the sun was shining from a blue sky. I had my morning coffee outside, and was looking forward to work my body a couple of hours later.

I met my friend at the parking lot in front of the woods. Dressed for an hour of sweat and pain. The sun had disappeared, but it didn't look like it was going to rain.

None of us had been jogging lately, so we were both pretty out of shape. Half way around we were both struggling to breath, and slowed down. At that very moment the sky cracked open, and it started raining like hell.... There was an abandoned garage on the side of the path, and we ran over there to wait the rain out.

Even though the garage was only a few metres away, I got soaking wet before we got there. Springtime in Norway can be pretty cold, and it didn't take long before I was freezing. My friend was just as soaked and cold as I was. 

The rain got worse! None of us wanted to go out of the garage, because it was a half an hour run back to the parkinglot. We were both freezing, and needed to do something to stay warm. We both looked at eachother... I could think of a pretty good way to keep warm. And there was no doubt in my mind he was thinking about the same.

I walked over to him, leaned against him and kissed him gently. He put his hands on my waist, pulled me closer and kissed me back. Not gently this time. Passionately, greedy... I could feel how my body started to shiver. Not from cold this time. From lust!

Our kisses got deeper. More passionately. My hands found his body. Touched him. I wasn't cold anymore. He ripped my shirt off. It didn't take me long to do the same thing to him. I looked at him. He looked at me. He was clearly surprised to see my pierced nipple through my wet and white sports bra. He smiled at me. He loved the sight.

He quickly ripped my sports bra off and his hands found my breasts. He touched them oh so gently. I gasped for air.  He kissed me all the way down my neck, slowly towards my pierced nipple. Felt so good! I leaned my head backwards, just enjoying the thouch of his lips on my body. His mouth found my nipple, and he played it with his tongue. The feeling of cold air, hot breath, cold silver piercing and a soft, wet tongue... Oh...

He played with my nipple for a short while, before kissing his way back to my lips. We kissed. Passion, lust, desire... Too much for us to handle. We ripped off the rest of our clothes. Couldn't wait another minute to feel eachother completely.

He pushed me hard up against the garage wall! Letting me know he was the one in charge. I didn't mind at all! I love it when a man goes rough on me. He kissed me down my neck. Lower, on my breasts. Lower, on my stomach. Lower... His mouth found my pierced clit. He bit me! I screamed! It felt so good.... I spread my legs even more. His wet, warm tongue played my clit. I was gasping for air. Couldn't keep quiet anymore.

I was only seconds away from cuming when he stopped. He looked at me playfully and rose. I could clearly see that my pleasure had made him hard. He dragged me close to him, and lifted me up. Carried me out of the garage and into the rain. He laid me down in the woods, and his hard cock found my dripping wet pussy.

To lay out there, in the open, with the rain all over my body. Being fucked as hard as possible. Oh... I was to hot and bothered to even think about if anybody passed us on the path...

He stopped, and I looked at him with discontent and curiosity. Discontent because he had stopped when so pleasant. Curious about what he was up to. He laid down on his back, and dragged me on top of him. I sat down on him. Finally I was the one in charge. I leaned backwards, and started to move my hips slowly. Just teasing him. I could see the pleasure and frustration in his eyes. I loved the way his eyes looked at me, at my body.

I started moving my hips faster, harder. He closed his eyes. Clearly struggling to hold back. I moved even harder against him. He grabbed my hips. Pushed me hard down on him, and I could feel him cuming. His body was trembling.

I sat on top of him until the trembling had stopped. He looked at me. So pleased. Then he pushed me back on the ground. His mouth found my clit again, and I screamed when he bit me. Then he started to lick me, intense... My body was so wet from the rain. My pussy was so wet from his cum. His tongue was playing me so well. I felt the orgasm building up and when I heard the first thunder, I exploded!

After a few minutes rest we got up! We were so soaking wet, but not freezing anymore. When getting dressed we realized that we were both bleeding on our backs. Both of us had lots of scratches all over our backs from all the tree greens on the ground. We laughed! That's for playing rough in the woods!

We put our clothes back on and walked back to the parkinglot. Didn't even notice the rain anymore. Just smiling, knowing this was not going to be our last sunday jogging.

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Det viser seg at jeg har fått lesere "over there" etter innlegget jeg skrev på engelsk om sextingen med Mr. Rock.... Og bloggen min har blitt lest ved hjelp av google translate!

Å lese bloggen på den måten blir feil for meg. Man mister så mye. Man mister essensen. Mister mitt språk. Mister min stemme. 

Så for å tilfredsstille flere lesere, så kommer jeg til å skrive en del innlegg på engelsk fremover. Jeg håper ikke at dere, mine kjære norske lesere, har noe i mot dette. De fleste av oss kan engelsk ganske godt, men de "over there" kan ikke et kløyva ord norsk.

Er det derimot noen som har sterke motforestilliger mot dette, eller som ikke har lyst til å følge bloggen min om jeg skriver på engelsk... La meg få vite det! Da kan det hende jeg tar meg tiden til å skrive på begge språk!

- T -

Here's some more music for you! This is an old one, but you gotta love Madonna! And you gotta love these lyrics!

Threesome! So many dream about it, some have done it.... I'm one of them, and this experience is about to be shared right now!

I was out on the town with a few of my buddies. Truth be told, some of them were actually really hot. And I did have a one night stand with one of them a couple of weeks before that night.

At the club they played some pretty hot and steamy tunes that night. As a former dancer I loved those rhythms. It always make me feel good to be on the dancefloor, let my hips work the rhythms and enjoy guys staring at me when I do.

Two of my buddies had been looking my way all night, and I had danced with both of them. The dirty kind of dancing. One more than the other, just because he was the single one.....

When the club was closing, we decided to go to an after-party. Where we were heading was close to the club, so we walked over there. While walking I talked with the guy I had been dancing with the most (let's call him Mr. Big, because he was BIG). We had to stop ceveral times to wait for the others. Once we were pretty far from the others, and it took a while to wait. What better way to pass time than making out?

While standing on the sidewalk making out, I all of a sudden felt that the two hands all over my body turned into four. The other guy (let's call him Mr. Six Pack, because he had the best defined abs I've ever seen) had come up behind me. Mr. Big and I kept making out, while Mr. Six Pack came even closer. He put his hands all over my body. Oh lord, what a pleasure!

I leaned back against Mr. Six Pack, turned my head and kissed him. It felt so intoxicating to stand out in public making out with two men at once! I felt so dirty, and I loved it!

The rest of our friends came around the corner, and our little game ceased. With huge smiles on our faces we walked to the after-party.

The after-party was at my buddy's appartment. The after-party was just like every after-party - drinks, some guy playing a guitar, uninteresting talks....

After a while Mr. Big grabbed my hand and led me into the spare bedroom. We closed the door behind us. Hands felt bodies, lips felt lips!

I could hear the door open behind me. I turned quickly to see who it was and to tell him to get the fuck out of there. I didn't get to say a word. Mr. Six Pack had decided to join us. I turned to him, grabbed his shirt collar with both hands and dragged him against my body. I kissed him passionately. I could feel his hands around my waist, and Mr. Big's hands on my behind. Or was it the other way around? I have no idea! All I know is that Mr. Six Pack and I kissed, filled with lust, while Mr. Big kissed me up and down my neck. There were hands all over my body, and I didn't have enough hands to enjoy all the pleasure given to me!

I must admit that I at one time was a bit worried. I knew so well what was about to happen, but I've never had a threesome before. What was I to do? How was I supposed to satisfy two guys - at once?

My worries disapered as soon as they rised. Lust took over!

Mr. Six Pack and Mr. Big both undressed me pretty quickly! Myself, I had to get helped getting them out of their clothes quick enough. It felt so damn good to stand between two naked men who just enjoyed my body. I felt so desired, so hot, so sexy!

 Mr. Big led me o the sofa, and I layed down on my back. He took place between my legs and started licking my soaking wet pussy. Mr. Six Pack took place over me, and I was glad I finally got to taste him. I took him in my mouth. Soon I screamed in extacy!

Mr. Big decided it was time for him to get some fun. He turned me over. Gently he slided inside me doggy style. Mr. Six Pack sat down on the sofa side for me to keep the blow job going. I loved the way I was being fucked at the same time as I could give a blow job. Seeing and hearing two guys' pleasure was unbelievable. Especially because it was my body giving them the pleasure. They came both at the same time. Mr. BIg inside of me. Mr. Six Pack in my mouth.

Mr. Six Pack dragged me against him. Kissed me with desire. Even though he had just cum, he was hungry for more. He wanted to feel my warm pussy even though it was filled with Mr. Big's cum.  Mr. Big got out of the sofa, and Mr. Six Pack took his place. Mr. Big just stood on the floor for a while, enjoying the sight of me being fucked by his friend knowing it was both his and my juices that ran down the inside of my thighs.

I asked Mr. Big to sit down on the sofa side like Mr. Six Pack had done before him. He was more than ready for more and sat down immediately. I took him in my mouth. While being fucked I could feel that Mr. Six Pack was a bit smaller than Mr. Big, but he was way more experienced. I don't know what he did, but I felt orgasm after orgasm roling through my body. My whole body exploded, and I had to pull myself together not to bite Mr. Big who was still in my mouth. The contractions from my orgasms was to much to bear for Mr. Six Pack. He was cuming inside of me as well!

To stand on the sofa, doggy style, with a cock in my mouth, one i my pussy, and the flow of two guys' cum down between my thighs... I don't have words....

It took a little longer for Mr. Big to cum during round 2. I kept playing him with my mouth and tongue. Mr. Six Pack just stood behind me watching. He let his hands all over my butt, and he soon saw how much I enjoyed his touch. His hands got more and more intense. Mr. Big truely loved the sight, cause his breath became deeper, slower. Mr. Six Pack slowly put his finger up my behind. I was gasping for air in pure extacy. That was more than Mr. Six Pack was expecting. He was ready for more - again! He wouldn't let this oppotunity go him by, and it was only a few seconds before I felt him inside. He lent forwards. Let his fingers play with my clit. 

At this time it was way to much for all of us. We were all cuming just seconds apart. After we just sank down in the sofa. So tired, so satisfied.

- T -