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Welcome Ce

I’ve been blogging for over a decade, I had different blogs, and assorted readers. However, not many people of my entourage knows I write. Almost no one knows that I have a blog.

A very close female friend knew about my blog, my Vancouver soulmate, and also my last ex. Obviously back then my blog was less whorish and more “vanilla”.

Tonight, I shared my blog with one of my cousins, Ce, whom more than a cousin is my sister and friend.

She’s been on my ass wanting the link (’cause she knows whenever I’m not fucking I’m writing) and I finally had the courage to it give to her… You know, I don’t mind that random strangers read it, but I still have some sense of shame when it comes to family or friends.

Anyhow, no one more than her knows about myself, my joy, my struggles, the person I am inside and the slut I project from the outside.

She knows my fears, my obsessions, what I have and what I have lost. And she’s even the voice of reason when reason abandons me after not having fuck in more than 3 days.

Dear Ce: peeerrra maldita, I hope you enjoy reading this mess.

In related news, writing this post just made me miss Justin a lot. I’m a mess indeed! 

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2 Hours

Well this is very unusual so I have to write it down…

Usually my “dates” are great. Hot guys, fun/ok personalities and overall charming.

Last night I met Liam, and sadly, he was my first exception… (Surprising, considering two of my ex fuckfriends are Americans).

He was not bad looking but he was bigger than his pictures (I don’t mind a bit chubby but he was beyond that). His personality was also a bit too extra for my taste. But what turned me off, however, is the fact he stank! Omg what the fuck?

There’s nothing I hate more than bad smells.

I tried to stay in control and polite as possible talking about random stuff avoiding any approach, and then, when he suggested sex I kept it chill and said “I just met you…” (meaning I don’t fuck someone I just met, which is totally bullshit but, ugh!)

He got the message and I hope I didn’t look like a jerk but seriously, I didn’t care if I did. My hygienic body didn’t deserve that, not even for any amount of money.

And speaking of money… I have this other guy (Nick) whose fetish is to be a sugar daddy. Well, Nick is being after my old bones for some time and last night he sent me this totally random message…

I was like okay…

He works for a pharmacological firm and apparently he can afford his fetish, which is hot but what? Humans are weird. And this new generation a bit too much.

I swear, listening to Liam’s stories last night I could see how social media is affecting them, how dependent they are of it to move around. The need for acceptance, to belong and to stalk others lives. They can’t just form their own personality, but instead become a copy & paste of each other.

Anyhow, he got me tired, and despite that I couldn’t sleep.

I slept close to 2 hours, the same amount of time I gave to Liam to kill my boner last night.

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Speaking Of Porn Stars…

I woke up super early on Sunday, and instead of having breakfast (as I usually do) I took my ass to the gym and squatted for dear life.

Although I keep my body active I’ve been skipping weights way too much. So had a very conscious and satisfying workout. As satisfying as my date last night…

Bastien is his name and we finally met after a previous failed attempt.

Physically, Bastien is not the typical type of guy I date or fuck with.

He’s a bit shorter than I and he’s skinny (but proportionate). In fact, he looks like a bottom… A dream bottom any top would love to fuck because he has a BEAUTIFUL bubble butt. However, Bastien is versatile and he also has a HUGE cock.

In other words this guy is a pleasure to do!

And pleasure we had… So much, that we flip flop (fuck each other) last night. 

Since I turned into a full-time bottom I haven’t had the need to use my penis, but Bastien is so delicious that it was impossible to not buried my face and my dick deep in him.

We fucked like champs, and we had great chemistry beyond the sheets. Actually he asked me if I’d like to go on a real date soon. Obviously I said yes because I’m always down to anything fun, specially when the other person seems also into me.

He called me “joli” (pretty) the whole night making me feel uncomfortable from times. I just don’t take compliments well.

On my side I just told him how fantastic he was because he’s a fantasy come true.

And we have many fantasies ahead to do.

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Oh Halloween! My favourite day of the year. Everyone’s happy. 

By day, kids wearing costumes to go to school. And by night, LOTS of adults and party people ruling the streets as zombies, super heroes, bananas, movie characters or simply with their best trashy hooker number. It’s a wonderful day!

Halloween is the only time of the year I love to go out and party. I don’t know about your cities but here in Montreal Halloween is pretty epic.

In fact, here are 7 things that will only happen In Montreal on Halloween:

1. Not have to pay for coat check at the end of October because your costume is too amazing to ruin it with a coat, even if you risk to catch hypothermia.

2. Be able to choose fishnets as a viable outfit option and not have cars try and call you over because everyone kind of looks like a prostitute on Halloween.


3. Stroll down in nothing but lingerie because you’re going to the Rocky Horror Picture Show annual party.


4. Be able to wear animal ears you bought at the Dollar Store and call it a “costume” because, SO FETCH!


5. Straight dudes (heteros) wearing dresses outside of the gay village because, Halloween is perfect to be in touch with your feminine side.

6. Get glitter in your underwear and not question a thing.

7. Waiting to get into gay clubs for 40 minutes freezing your ass out and not really minding because, you know that no one does Halloween like the gays.



Now if you excuse me, I’ll be back later ’cause I have plenty to do before my Halloween date tonight. A hottie with candy.



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Cafe Asks ☕️

Tumbrl asks is my guilty pleasure.

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? Not yet.
Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Coffee.
Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? I don’t have one.
Mocha : Dream Job? Trophy wife.
Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Whatever big, strong and dangerous.
Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Vancouver, Frankfurt or Shanghai to visit some guys I had feelings for once. 
Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? A navy SEAL.
Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? No.
Caramel Frappe : Favourite video game? I don’t have one.
Iced Lemon Tea : Favourite song/band? Many.
Iced Cafe Mocha : Favourite thing to do on rainy days? Cuddle.
Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Yes.
Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? Whoever is available.
Green Tea : How tall are you? 5’10
Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? Suicide.
Mint Tea : How do you relax? Sex.
Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Drinking games.
Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favourite book? Yes I do. Many.
Italian Soda : Describe your dream date: 5’11, slim/toned, hairy, big lips and dick.
Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person: Honesty, intelligence, sense of humour and empathy.
Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Every year.
Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss: Sweet and passionate.
Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy? Anything fresh.

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I went to visit Maxim’s campus last night and met few of his friends. I wasn’t nervous as I thought I would be, but mostly indifferent.

I guess at some point in life you just don’t give a fuck about anything any more.

His dorm gave me flashbacks and made me go back in time. 

He was excited to have me over and showed me all his stuff, which included plenty of geek shit that got me dizzy as much as when he speaks German to me.

After that we went to eat to a resto-bar around his area, and ended the night in my bed.

However, I was not pleased… 

Maxim is charming and enthusiastic but when it comes to sex, his level of sexuality is far behind mine and I can’t cope with that. Specially, when he’s not taking it serious!

Last night he ejaculated way too fast and called it a night. And I was like WTF?

I would never accept a selfish lover, or the fact that someone half my age have no energies to fuck the whole night. 

This morning when I woke up, I took a shower and checked my messages. I had messages from BD and Guillaume (two of my sexmates) and another guy. I ignored them… I went in the kitchen and made some quick breakfast to feed Maxim before “kicking him out”.

Obviously, he didn’t realised I was not in my best mood…

Breakfast done, I gave him an ultimatum.

I’m not used to ask for sex. And I’m not used to NOT have sex.

Romance is wonderful, and I love to be taken serious but sex is also important. 

We like each other, but I have 5 minutes left of youth and I cannot waste them.

He got the message. 

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Tonight I spoke via WhatsApp with one of my cousins in South America. She was telling me about her trip to Orlando, and when she asked me what was new with me I mentioned Maxim.

Obviously she was surprised to hear a person’s name and not an objectify being. See, usually when I tell her about my lovers it’s all about their big dicks and not the person they are. Which to be honest I don’t care much anyway because our business is pure sex.

Now, Maxim is something else. So my cousin was in shock to hear I’m giving my inner-slut a rest, but that’s the right thing to do.

When someone takes me serious I do the same. So in my present (my life is so radical) I’m pretty much a virgin again and the wifie of one man. 

The one sabotaging my misbehaviour with love marks and assorted tricks.

But I’m not complaining.

The beginning is always fun and challenging, but despite whatever obstacle I’m always game because these moments make me zen. And I feel safe this way.

Safe from myself.

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