Whao. Um. Yeah.
I think it'll be much easier to do this if it's like a narrated story... here it goes.
Julian is looking at me with those slanted and malicious eyes of his, with a little smirk in his lips. He licks them and I know he wants to do me; hell, not do me, FUCK me. I unbutton the first button of my shirt and glance at him, smirking back. I feel hot as he stares at me and undresses me like that. I grab my belt, take it off and place it around his neck, pulling him to me, and kissing him. I hold him by the shoulders and I push him down, unzipping my pants. He kneels before me, blowing me and whispering hot words. When I've had enough, I grab him and slam him against the wall and we make out wildly. One minute we're there, and another second, I'm slamming him against a table. I do HIM, tying him up with my belt until I feel satisfied. Finally, as I'm doing him and revelling in the pleasure of having him under me, I feel a pair of hands embrace me from behind. She's moaning into my ear...
... and oh brother, I'm sorry, that's as much as I can make public.
In resume:
Deepest darkest fantasies:
- Threesome with me doing HIM and Katzereine. <3
- Doing him inside my jet
- Bonus:
Me doing Rudyard while Julian does me! (VIVA ALPHAPUP! just kidding man, just kidding XD)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Hidden innermost deepest darkest fantasies involving Julian
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
My Routinary Circumstances
Yesterday I ate with Katzereine. LIKE ALWAYS, there was a giant thunderstorm surrounding us. Seemingly there's something about our relationship that's 'cosmic' and God's giving us a sign about it. It's meant to be... HAHA, there's lightning, you've got Zeus' permission.
Anyways. Today was pretty boring. Everyone was busy and I had some stuff to do for myself.
1. I sleep like a log. It's practically impossible to wake me up during the night. However, I have a powerful alarm clock which wakes me up perfectly at 7:00. IT always works.
2. I put my soccer uniform for early practice at the field, where the grass is still humid and looks really green. I run around the field, do some exercise. I take my soccer ball and bounce it. First, I bounce it with my knees, then with my chest and knees, then I combine my chest, knees and head. I make a combination. I always get the feeling like I'm being watched, and I am probably being (I've heard some of the girls squealing). I take off my shirt... since they're there, might as well give 'em a good show... I keep bouncing the ball, until I feel myself adrenaline pumped. Afterwards, I kick it around, run around with it... (People say I'm just like a puppy... NOT TRUE!)
3. Afterwards I go take a bath. I wash my hair (shampoo and all). I put on my school uniform, my Armani cologne; how you smell is important.
4. I lock my room, go to classes. On my way to the classroom, I have breakfast (the cafeteria lady, who A-D-O-R-E-S me, makes ME and ONLY ME, pancakes). Finally, I walk into the classroom, listen to the teacher. Half of my mind is into the class, the other half is stuck in trascendental and non-important stuff. I think about Katz (important), I think about Celine (important), about Leo (non-important).
5. At half morning, I'm probably eating a sandwhich i've prepared myself the night before, or just eating some random snack (mid-morning snack).
6. At recess, I get together with the guys. We all eat under the giant tree, where there are tons of benches and most of the class goes there anyways.
7. Back to classes. Once class is over, I have soccer practice, where I bounce the ball some more! :D
8. [during the next hours it all depends on the day of the week]
9. At night, I go out. This is partyyyy time.
Then again, all this varies. This is just, the day I'm bored routine when everyone's busy.
OH, YES. TODAY, something DID happen, now that I remember it. ASShley (go GOSSIP GUY!), came into my room at 6:45 in the morning, when I was still not awake, with SOMEONE with her... I better not find out who was her accomplice... and she tied me up. No... correction, she handcuffed me, taped my mouth and tied a leash around my neck. (how did she get in? THROUGH THE WINDOW, which I'll never leave open again, damned monkey!). There was ANOTHER person that pulled me in the dark (because a little girl can't raise ME from the bed). Then, she TOOK ME (embarrasing sight as it is...) to...
... JULIAN'S OFFICE. That little fucking critter was offering me in exchange for lessons from Julian. Seems like she has some brilliant plan for Rink. Poor guy, well according to what I was listening... thinking it better, I envy the guy XD
That's that. I have to attend to class. :P
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Monday, July 7, 2008
A Chance
This is just a simple message...
... Because it's been so long since I've spoken to you, because we never seem to encounter each other when I want to the most, because you're far away and due to circumstances I personally can't control, I haven't been able to share with you, see you smile at me, just be together as it is.
So...
Give me a chance to woo you, and shock you, and make you happy, and just be with you.
Give me a chance to be my best.
Give me a chance to hold you dear to me.
Give me a chance, Katz.
You won't regret it ;)
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Saturday, July 5, 2008
Blogthings
Since things have been rather slow lately (I did get to go to the movies with Katz... [...and Veronique too]). In general, however, not much has happened lately. I'm happy. Today I stayed in, though. There's an important soccer game tomorrow and I decided to chill. You never want to party TOO much BEFORE the game, but... hehe... afterwards, when I win!
So... I decided to take some blog tests... just for the heck of it.
Your Karaoke Theme Song is "I'm Too Sexy" |
![]() You're a total goof ball and a bit of a nut job. You don't take yourself seriously at all. And while you may not be the greatest singer, you're the first to volunteer for karaoke. You have a wild and unpredictable sense of humor that always gets people cracking up. Irreverent and rebellious, your humor knows no bounds or limits. You enjoy shocking people. You might also sing: "Like a Virgin," "Ice Ice Baby," and "Hey Ya!" Stay away from people who sing: "Sweet Home Alabama" |
You Are From Mars |
![]() You're energetic, althletic, and totally hyperactive. You love playing sports and being in the middle of all of the action. You're independent, corageous, and brave. Unafraid to do things your way. Mars can be reckless, quick tempered, and a little too spontaneous. So think before you act - and resist your natural urges to dominate others. |
Your Superpower Should Be Manipulating Fire |
![]() You are intense, internally driven, and passionate. Your emotions are unpredictable - and they often get the better of you. Both radiant and terrifying, people are drawn to you. At your most powerful, you feel like the world belongs to you. Why you would be a good superhero: You are obsessive enough to give it your all Your biggest problem as a superhero: Your moodiness would make it difficult to control your powers |
HAHAHAHA! I'm THE HUMAN TORCH! MUA HA!
You Are a Phoenix |
![]() Driven and ambitious, you tend to acquire material success easily. You have grand schemes - both for your own life and for changing the whole world. You are a great leader, and you have no problem taking the reigns. However, you aren't all business. You also have great talents for performing and visual arts. |
Finally... For Julian:
You Are a Boxer Puppy |
![]() Energetic, playful and good with kids. You've also got a wild spirit that can't be trained or tamed. |
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Thursday, July 3, 2008
Whao.
Whao.

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Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Anniversary
Though I updated and changed my blogspot today, it's maybe due to the fact that I felt like doing something extreme, or different, or new...

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Following Advice
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