The Good Side Of Bad Things

Been buys and too tired to update. Sorry.

So, something unexpected happened over the weekend… my boss refused my demand for vacations on December.

See, unlike the rest of humanity I prefer to take vacations during autumn or winter because my destination is usually spring or summer somewhere else in the world.

Since that prick doesn’t wanna let me go on December I asked vacations for next month, specifically near my birthday’s date. And surprisingly, he accepted.

I never cared about my bday (there’s nothing fun on getting old) but since I’m turning 40 I thought maybe I should do something different.

Usually, I spend it with my boyfriend (the big plan) and also I let my ex’s spoil me, but since I’m single this year (so far) I don’t really have a big plan.

I’m sure Hubby will take me out when he comes back from Hong Kong (as he always does it,) Bunny will call me or give me a present (as usual too,) and the last time I saw Xavier we talked about doing something, but he is not in Montreal right now and I don’t want to annoy him with my stuff.

So… Maybe I’ll leave the country!

It will depend if I can find reasonable prices for my first destination, otherwise I have plan B. But if nothing works I’d better get fucked by someone hot hat day ’cause only that will make a HAPPY birthday.

In short, there’s always a good side on everything. Even the bad.

A Pleasant Surprise

Yesterday I had a date with Minh, I didn’t really expected much other than a friendly get together… Well, it got beyond friendly. Minh was actually a lot more attractive in person… 22 year old, versatile, same height as I, straight acting, intelligent, talkative, in charge… I was totally surprise ’cause in pictures he looks more twinkish/boyish, somehow amateurish… Oh God, wrong me!

He showered me in compliments the whole night, making me feel uncomfortable ’cause compliments makes me shy. However, I was really impressed by his determination and the way thing were turning out.

He was supposed to let me top him, but his penis found me “too sexy”.

He had a great ass and I was working it out, but he wanted to fuck me so I let him be in charge… Again, I was incredulous by the whole dynamic, he truly impressed me… He was a great kisser, aggressive, sweet, fun, dedicated and very into all of me. We had a great chemistry like wtf! 

Our business done lying in bed we kept talking discovering each other… It felt like I knew him forever… that familiar feeling only a boyfriend supplies, the complete relax the arms of the person you trust provides.

I thanked him for the night and to remind me that an easy fuck you can find tons, but to find chemistry is only for the blessed…

And despite all,  I’m not so doomed.

Drama. Passion. Class: My Top 5 SPANISH LEGENDS

Some years ago I made a post of some of my favourite female artists, GODDESSES that have endured time and remain faithful to their style. Gifted ladies whose sole purpose is to share their talent and give joy without pretension, gossip or scandals.

Today, I’m sharing with you some of my favourite Spanish LEGENDS.

5 artists I grew up admiring because of their class, stage presence but mostly, their incredible voices. 

These ladies don’t need a playback because they sound 100x better  LIVE!

ISABEL PANTOJA  (aka. “Spain’s widow”)


ROCIO JURADO (a.k.a “The Greatest”) RIP



*I couldn’t find decent footage for the gorgeous Paloma.

Legendary excellence!!

Easy Patient

Sorry for the lack of updates, since I’m feeling optimal again, I’m catching up with my life.

So, I had an appointment at my dermatologist this morning…

Things you don’t know about me:

  • I’m extremely self-conscious
  • I love to kiss
  • I love ass
  • I love dick
  • I’m obsessed with my skin


Yeah so, I found small brown spot on my bum the other day, so I immediately called my dermatologist for an appointment. Obviously I thought I was dying of something, but I was mostly bothered ’cause my skin (jokes aside) is pretty flawless and I don’t want it any other way.

So my doctor was like… “What can I do for you now” So I showed him my bum “I hate this”. He said there was nothing to be alarmed and since he knows me and he knows how fuking annoying I am, he handed me a prescription and said “Your skin will be perfect again”.

So I was like “Thanks doctor I like the tone of my bum even…” He laughed and told me “You’re the easiest patient I have”.

Seriously, he cashes about $100 in the 10 seconds that he takes with me but he’s also one of the best dermatologist in the city. So, totally worth it! 


Minh said something very true the other night, he said the image I project has nothing to do with my personality.

Meaning I’m not as outgoing as one can imagine.

Perhaps for those who read my stuff that statement is false due to the explicit exposure of my privacy in this blog, but that’s the freedom a virtual writer have.

All the perra I can be or look only happens in the privacy of my comfort zone. Otherwise I’m a very reserved (and virginal *ahem*) human.

However, in recent years my quest to remain private (in addition to my Agoraphobia) has turned into an unhealthy isolation… Losing contacts, avoiding social media and nonsexual human interaction.

Conscious of my issue I talked to my doctor about it few months ago and yesterday I finally got an appointment for a psychiatric evaluation next week, which is totally awesome ’cause sometimes is a struggle just walking the streets.

By pure coincidence and in a way to overcome my dumb issues, yesterday morning I re-opened my Instagram account… Now, I must confess I closed my Instagram in part due to my “end” with Xavier. Since we met through that app I decided to avoid the whole thing and see nothing for awhile.

However, Xavier and I have remained close despite all.

So, when I re-opened my account I got few comments from people who apparently missed me and also from him.


As ridiculous as it sounds I felt a bit nervous to expose again parts of my privacy to people who knows me, but as someone said “If your absence doesn’t affect them, then your presence never mattered”.

And it was cute to realise that I matter to a bunch of people.

Meanwhile On My Deathbed…

With my cold dying, I got several messages today as if people sensed my relieve.

Hubby a.k.a bello (one of my ex’s) texted me from Hong Kong and asked me what I want as a birthday present… so I told him about my SUNGLASSES. So, he was like….

I love Hubby (even if he doesn’t get me those,) he’s amazing!

Also, Randy (my regular sexmate) messaged me asking me if I needed him tonight… Obviously I told him that I need him EVERY night, but that I was still a bit sick so… not tonight. Sadly. 

Also, I got a message from Marc André (my latest lover) so I’ll probably see him later this week because I win’t be cured until I cum.

And finally, I got few texts from Domenic and Minh, two guys I haven’t blog much about because we are only in talks so far…

Domenic is a nurse so he’s been checking on me as well. He’s nice with me (and pretty much a bastard to other people,) but he’s not really my type. And Minh is an Asian guy who wants to cure me from being a bottom and turn me into a top again. So adorable!!

Long story short, I can’t wait to get busy again.