girls will be girls

21 October, 2006

Sometimes i witness an audacious flirting episode and i think, wow, that was REALLY forward! i forget how forward i've been!

girls will be girls and thank God for girls ... and their teasing and taunting. Sex is MORE than alive and well in life and the next time you take a trip to the grocery store, contemplate the fact that every other person you see probably has lustful secrets tucked under the eggs, the gallon of 2% milk, the tater-tots.

The other night, i was out with friends and usually i don't do this too much. Its dangerous. It always results in too much drinking, fighting off guys, fighting off urges, hence, wasted time. i'd much rather be with Master. i'm like the virgin holding out for her wedding day. Time with Master is matrimony!

Nonetheless, i love being exposed to the world (don't we all know it by now? ~wink~) and i love observing. When i see Master later today, i sure hope He won't mind if i could have a two hour chat with Him just to update Him on all i said and felt when out with friends. (That should be fun for Master! )

my one friend's boyfriend was out of town so she held court. She is the kind of woman who probably loves her friends more than her guy. She organized the get-together. As is usually the case, it was a mixed group of lots of girls with little in common, and a scattering of Male studs. They're not really guys -- they're Males who serve as eye-candy. They're guys from the gym and they're built but they're not yet Men. For instance, were a Man to be present, i probably would have had a completely different body language! Men NOTICE women, boys don't. Boys haven't yet learned how to penetrate a woman except for with their dick. They don't understand that you can f. a woman DEEPLY with all her clothes on.

One of the girls at the table was beside herself with horniness. She passed around a cell phone to show a picture of a guy she met in Vegas. From what i could tell, ALL i can tell is that He is a fairly big black penis. It was a close-up shot. She went on to tell me what she does ... she does manicures and waxing and permanent make-up and semi-permanent eyelashes and she does Him and WANTS to do Him (she pointed to the waiter). She showed us her newest discovery -- a vibrator that attaches to a condom.

The boys at the table stared off into space.

my friend of course is a delight because she brings together this assortment of people and they all come! She asked me later about the vibrator contraption -- she said, "I guess that's baby stuff to you, huh?". W/we laughed a good laugh. i told her i could teach her a few things. ~wink~

But you see, its the flirting and the sexual innuendo that is so much more blatant than anyone realizes. There is all this interconnection and My good Dom friend told me that He has a video of the owner of the bar getting f.ed up the whazoo. Yep -- the bar i was just at with friends! Small world! Its like cross-platform social intercourse! You find out that the chick at the doctor's office is a slave, the babe at the auto supply store is a stripper, and the barber is into diapers. The librarian is an underground porn star! (Okay -- that's a stretch.)

i then thought more of the bar owner ... she likes it up the back ... just like me! How many other of my neighbors like it that way? How much do i actually have in common with others while i'm busy feeling like such an outcast (a happy outcast all the same)?

Here i think there are prudes running around all over the place and wow would you be surprised! When Master goes out with friends from work, all sorts of things happen. i always worry, not about Master, but about some tasty dish flaunting herself in front of His eyes. Master is a Man, not a boy -- He notices. He also has self-control (she reminds herself ~wink~). But you see, social intercourse -- a Man penetrating a woman's head and soul leads to a libido that is DOUSED in desire, much more than anything physical. i can guarantee that a schtooping in the bathroom or a feel up (and IN) under a girl's skirt are something, but a Man showing desire with His eyes is far more dangerous.

girls are really brassy -- they think nothing of coming up to a Man and saying, "i know You want me" and they'll pull down their top, they'll swoosh around their tail and they'll give blow jobs for free in the bathroom. girls love being noticed and sure, telling her she's smart is the smartest place to start with seduction, but make sure she's equally revered for her sexuality. Smart and sexy -- now You're IN. But you see? she's got the upper hand in these moments. girls are notorious for exposing a Man as a penis. As a dick-tease, she basically has collared Them to follow her cunt like a sniffing salivating dog.

But then girls FORTUNATELY are taught their lesson. The dog humps, the dog leaves, the dog moves onto the next bitch in heat. The girl starts a game she can't finish. she is prone to falling in love no matter how she attempts to play a Man's game.

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i was thinking back to my shameless display on the beach one night. A few years ago in the Caribbean -- a setting where nakedness and purity and primal pursuits are in the air. i was enjoying it all but i was very horny for attention more than sex. The aching escalated. By the end of the trip, i was calling a former Master asking if He could visit and i was setting up dates with a local waiter, neither of which panned out, thankfully.

i had eyed two Men for the entire week -- They noticed me from afar -- They were there with Their wives and families. That made me feel REALLY lonely. i don't mind alone, but i really mind lonely.

One night at sunset, the two Men were alone on beach chairs having a cocktail before dinner. It was quiet and filmic. The crystal clear water, my crystal clear disposition of feeling like a sex object -- i felt SERIOUSLY ALIVE. i did my usual ... i walked down to the beautiful water, with the beautiful light, and sashayed in Their peripheral vision. i dove in gracefully and then did my little dolphin dives, and made sure my bottom was always positioned in Their line of vision. i lingered. i was Their ballet to view in the near distance. i really wanted Them to enjoy Their cocktails and Their view -- i wanted to be the scenery, the entertainment, and a primary part of Their enjoyment. i continued splashing gently and frolicking by myself ... completely in my own little world but fully aware of Their eyes. i did that thing of coming up from underwater and then throwing my head back to let my hair drip as long as possible down my back. girls have all sorts of little moves that they master. they understand how to display pulchritude and how to communicate their ripeness.

i got out and i LOVE when i get out of the water. i walk up the white sand slowly -- again filmically -- slow motion like i'm some siren making her debut. my itty bitty bikini is just great because its a Wicked Weasel bikini -- its tinier than tiny, the thong is basically dental floss and it is see-through when wet. i also think that coming out of the water SOAKING WET DRENCHED is intensely sexy -- i actually become aroused by myself!

I dabbed myself a bit with the towel and then prepared for a fine slow walk across the beach to the Tiki Bar pier and CLICK -- engagement. Both of the Men asked if i'd like to join Them ... "no, but thanks anyway" ... how about later, after dinner? ... "we'll see ... maybe" and i gave them that winking kind of smile -- my impish sort of grin and i continued to mosey along. Slowly. With very deliberate intent. my bottom now glistened in Heaven more than from the water droplets! Their eyes were attached for the ride.

What can i say? girls will be girls and thank God for girls.