So. I told him I liked him. There. Splurted it out. I felt much better after it. I know he doesn't feel the same way about me, but it is a very nice feeling JUST being able to say it. Simply... shouting it to the world. Ah. It's so pretty.
And then, and then, you know what I did? Because I like him so much I sent him homemade cookies every day (of the sugar coated ones because he loves them). Yes. I did that. I'm so proud! I learned how to cook while in Italy, but I made an extra effort in molding these cookies into pretty different kind of flowers and sending them to him. I learned something just for him. Will you look at that? I had NEVER done that before. NEVER. No man had been worth my effort. Generally I enjoy men kneeling before me and kissing my feet, while I sit above them. Not in this case, though. This is different. I'm looking at him as a human, not as a slave (and I'm not being offending to the past ex-servants (they enjoyed being what they are, truthfully).
And I should explain this, because it sounds SO weird. Oh, and I'm soooo happy. I like someone! *yayz*
Okay. The thing is. I've had a LOT of relationships. I'm like Lucille Delton, *THE* sex goddess? Aja. Yeah, that's me. I love men. They have this scent, this masculinity, this utter ferocious and rather primal nature to them. Men are valuable. And a man's body? Delicious! My first encounter with the marvelous world of sex was when I was 15. My instructor had planned to seduced me, but I ended up seducing him, not to mention I needed to tie him up, him being stronger than me and all, and I wanted to take my time to savor, to discover, to know. Yep. It was like playing life... ay! You spin the little roulette and you don't know where you might slide your ride to! Oh me! Naughty!
I loved it. It came naturally to me. Someone once told me my body was created to give pleasure and I believed it so. A model. Slim legs, hips, breasts, tall, soft skin, sensual lips, teasing eyes... I knew how to use my cards. And my cards I did use! I hit the casino many a time too. I turned it all into a game board where I was the master, throwing the dice to decide just how much the players should move. I was a master AT it. Seduction, Enthralling, Dazzling, making them fall and rise into a swirming ocean of ecstacy. Every gesture in my being reminded men of the most natural of needs. They all wanted me. Of course, I only loved those who could give much in return. Love? It was never an option for me. Not at first. I wanted pleasure and fun, games of lust and underworld practices. I was needed, I was asked for, Lucille Delton was the ultimate mistress....
.... and... is that the new prada shoes they're selling on fashion.net?
I beg your pardon. Where was I?
Ah yes. But I didn't always sleep with them. I worked my magic, pulled them into my web, and once inside, they wouldn't go out. They wouldn't want to either. Better than a man in bed, is a man wanting to desperately get into one. I played everything nicely.
Ironically. I haven't slept with that many men. People have guessed hundreds... but truthfully the list barely reaches 13. The minimum standards they must comply with has produced such a limited number. Until now, I only wanted those who were not looking for a relationship. I slept only with those who impressed or amused me enough. Finally, class, baby. It's all about class.
The techniques, the control, the playfulness, the kink, the mink, the love, the poetry... I know the tricks. I've been there, done that. I can do anything I desire...
And yet another irony... I haven't had sex in a few weeks. Which is strange. I haven't had the dire need for it, but it's more like I'm looking for a relationship now. Someone that likes me, right? That appreciates me and hugs me when I'm blue. That kind of thing. And it's not like when I took the vote of celibacy... now I don't have the vote, I simply am quite balanced. If I want to, I'll do it. If I don't want to, I'll bake cookies, see? Purrrfect! :)
Yay!
Oh. And... I've never really had a boyfriend, since I had problems committing. I've heard it's quite satisfying. Wonder if that's true.
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