yeah Italians have too much of it in general...
“Here pussy, pussy”
Now, if you know the person calling you, you might laugh and purr or do something equally silly to entertain them. NOTE: if you have a innocent little crush on some really buff butch bar lady and she tries to get your attention this way - do not panic and spill your drink…not that I did…I just kinda stared at her and let her scratch me behind one ear (and oh my god did I purr erm I mean stir…or something O_O)
She’s really not the kind of girl or woman I’d normally go for, but gods, her presence is enough to make my ovaries do the can-can o///o Yeah, sure I have a slight thing for protruding veins on forearms and chunky muscle here and there (especially back and shoulders), but when it all comes together so neatly *sigh* I don’t know…restraint is not my best feature you know. I’m so grateful for P being there, he distracts me and dancing is hella fun with him around. Especially when the girls around us get a little jealous at his arms around my neck and such things, it’s ridiculously cute. Five hours goes pretty fast when you move around like a manic mind you…it might also be the fact that I started doing weights again, stamina is way beyond normal now. Or, for the lack of being scientific and just plain happy - it could just be the that it’s summer xDD
Ant got me “awakening the virgin” by Nicole Foster for Christmas, I only got it three days ago though, because of travelling and me being out almost every night like a lunatic. The only problem I have with the book is lack of the “c” word. I mean, for goodness sake, it’s suppose to be a collection of erotic short stories and only one of them actually uses it! My late gran’s Mill’s & Boon novels had more imaginative scenario’s and language, bloody hell =_= Truth is stranger than fiction my ass - what a bunch of boring dykes. Where is the hunter and the hunted the thrill of seducing them until they beg you for more? I was pretty disappointed at the lack of that; maybe my inner pirate was hoping for some hidden treasure to be unearthed suddenly.
Speaking of pirates, I have to transport one all the way across town in two days…wish me luck, she’s a handful, ever since her bike broke down the manic behaviour has surfaced again. Odd how every manic, or more nicely put bipolar (yeah, even little old me) I meet has a state of being that nullifies all negativity; riding a motorcycle, hiking, swimming, wearing leather pants, dancing naked...whatever works.
This is going to be a good year - I can smell it =3