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FridayCities
If anyone has a burning desire to discover which famous person's tongue I would choose to have lapping at my arsehole, the answer is in this interview I did with Friday Cities.
Posted on 7/5/2007 1:46:00 PM by thegirl
Thanks
Thank you to the greedy bastards who cloned my credit card this week and then stole thousands of pounds from it. I am very grateful for your thoughtfulness and generosity in your deeds and am not at all annoyed by the fact that this now leaves me without my credit card when I go on holiday in a few days.
Thank you to the post-man who decided it would be easier not to ring my doorbell with my
Posted on 7/5/2007 1:45:01 PM by thegirl
Meet
From: Mr. Magic
To: The Girl
11:03am Monday 25 June 2007
You are likely to be in pain tomorrow and not - frankly - the best of company.
Should we rearrange?
I am not trying to get out of it, as I am looking forward to seeing you. Just thinking about you sitting there with a brave face on, feeling pants and wanting to be on your couch under a duvet with a hottie...
From: The Girl
To: Mr.
Posted on 7/5/2007 1:44:01 PM by thegirl
2.0
Recently pressured by my peers into joining various social-networking communities (because clearly my schedule could do with even more procrastination and time-wasting), I've found the private twittering with my mates that it offers, surprisingly quite liberating: it means I can write about mundane day-to-day stuff - and no-one shouts "whore" (or worse, "bore") at me in my comment box. Which is
Posted on 7/5/2007 1:43:02 PM by thegirl
Rudeboy
Oh God. I've just discovered that the people who manufacture my favourite G-spot toy, the Rock Chick, have now created its male equivalent, the Rude Boy.
It looks divine: I want one.
Or, to be more specific, I want a guy to test one out on.
Posted on 7/5/2007 1:42:02 PM by thegirl
Knickers
“What took you so long?”
“I was checking my email on my phone.”
“On a Sunday morning?”
I blushed. “Yeah… If I don’t check it frequently, it tends to stack up and get a little overwhelming.” I put my phone down on the chair and kicked off my sandals. He shifted over on the bed, and I lay down on it, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Many to deal with then?” he asked, sliding his arm across my
Posted on 6/4/2007 11:01:21 PM by thegirl
Grief
I don’t want to remember the good times we had; it fills me with angst recalling the bad. I have no wish to replay the memories of our drinking pints in the pub, arguing about film and politics all night. I want to avoid my guilt about not contacting him for so long even though I said I would be in touch. I won’t spend all waking hours racking my brain to understand why, or how, or if something
Posted on 5/30/2007 11:04:49 PM by thegirl
Stalkers
A blogger's worst nightmare...
A survivor of the July 7th London bombings, fellow blogger Rachel North has been continually and cruelly stalked, harassed and libelled by a woman called Felicity Jane Lowde. I can name this perpetrator because on April 2nd 2007 she was found guilty of repeated stalking and harassment of Rachel. Unfortunately Lowde did not turn up for sentencing at court and is now
Posted on 5/27/2007 10:01:34 PM by thegirl
Lick
Someone licked my face the other day.
Not randomly on the street: we were both naked at the time, so one would assume some saliva would be exchanged. Still, having a tongue rasping all over my face did come as a bit of a shock to me; I'm an open-minded and adventurous woman, and face-licking is not something I am familiar with, or even, particularly enjoy.
But it did help that I was being kept
Posted on 5/24/2007 9:09:30 PM by thegirl
Remake
I do miss life on the film set. Even with the 15+ hour days and the constant standing around; or having to suffer the self-centred superficiality of the Egos that abound. Hell, even freezing my tits off outside in the rain/mud/snow for 12 hours at a time didn’t stop me enjoying working on movies – and that’s nothing to do with my being a masochist from time to time (well, perhaps a little).
Over
Posted on 5/21/2007 8:58:29 PM by thegirl
Letter
Dear The Guy,
During the years I’ve known you I’ve never thought of you in a romantic or sexual way. Not that you’re not handsome or sexy – you certainly are – just that I never imagined you in that context. You were, well, just you: someone I vaguely knew. Not someone I was hoping or expecting to see naked. Not then, anyway. Perhaps not until that day we bumped into each other in the street and
Posted on 5/17/2007 8:10:41 PM by thegirl
Marinade
In many ways, dating is like having a Barbeque.
1. The weather:
There’s no guarantee of what lies ahead. Things could turn out to be fine. But at any minute they could also become rather unsettled and morbidly grey, so you end up wishing you had just stayed in and had a wank instead.
2. The people invited:
They must make for intelligent company, sustain your interest all night, and/or
Posted on 5/14/2007 8:02:06 PM by thegirl
Weekend
A perfect weekend…
Friday night was spent dodging Shoreditch twats (annoying) and drinking plenty of beer (fun) alongside a merry band of boy bloggers: Diamond Geezer, Inspector Sands and OnionBagBlog. (So nice to be with guys who appreciate my attempts to be ironic*.)
Saturday was a day-trip to Brighton for a BBQ alongside more fine bloggers: Anna Boat, Mike Diva, Meg, Petite, Andre and JonnyB
Posted on 5/13/2007 8:21:38 PM by thegirl
Stacked
“You’re very well organised.”
I turned to find a silver-haired gentleman in his late sixties grinning at me.
“Your shopping: it’s very neat.” He pointed at the food I had placed on the conveyor belt and he beamed at me again.
I felt myself blush. “Well, yes, I like to keep things in order: it’s easier to pack that way. See, here’s all the larder stuff; over there is all the cold produce; and
Posted on 5/7/2007 7:03:02 PM by thegirl
Toys
"I think I'm bored of wanking," I moaned to my friend a while back. "Is it possible that I'm becoming desensitised to it because I am doing it too often?"
There was silence on the other end of the 'phone. I think he knew best not to comment on either the frequency of my masturbatory habits, or the effect of such regularity. But there was a reason for my touching upon (as it were) the subject: I
Posted on 4/29/2007 5:18:05 PM by thegirl
Flash
It was a normal day. I was making my way to the office in South London, alongside the other commuters in the rush hour tube. I sat, as I always did, on the last carriage just by the doors, which lined up perfectly with the platform exit to the elevators: a speedy route to work is important when you’re half asleep in the morning. At Waterloo, as usual the entire train emptied, leaving me on my
Posted on 4/23/2007 4:22:51 PM by thegirl
Bush
Bush, unzipped.
People like to fuck.
People will fuck.
Throwing money at teaching young people not to fuck doesn't work.
Spending money educating young people about fucking safely, does work however, resulting in lower rates of STIs and teenage pregnancy.
Advocate condoms not abstinence: it's common fucking sense.
Posted on 4/16/2007 4:01:47 PM by thegirl
Question
All day I've been getting emails from people informing me that on University Challenge, broadcast on BBC2 last night, the following question was asked:
"A detailed account of amorous adventures based on an award-winning weblog, 'Woman [sic] with a one-track mind' is a work of 2006 by which author?"
Paxman quizzing the students about me?! Wow, I'm stunned. Still, if there's anyone I would want to
Posted on 4/10/2007 4:05:10 PM by thegirl
Symptoms
I have been feeling a bit low for some months. It’s just that time of year, I told myself, everyone feels a bit down during the winter. Then, of course, there was the weight gain. Just the effect of end-of-year festivities and laziness, I tried to convince myself, whilst being shocked at how I was no longer fitting into my normal clothes. I pushed away the thoughts on dieting: I’m not a woman
Posted on 4/4/2007 4:01:59 PM by thegirl
Longing
“He’s fit.” He certainly is.
“Tall, muscular physique.” Agreed.
“A nice arse: well rounded.” That’s true.
“Good strong features and a full head of hair.” Yup.
“You want him.” Well… I wouldn’t say no.
“You do. Come on – look at him: he’s perfect.” He’s OK, yes.
“You, him: it’d be great.” Let’s not jump to conclusions…
“He’d be ideal – and you know it.” I don’t think so…
“Go on. Seize the
Posted on 4/2/2007 4:00:42 PM by thegirl
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