Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts
Aug 1, 2008
Sex sells. No, really?
Everybody keeps saying that – sex sells. I don’t know about that, but it surely sells better than… let’s say, mustard. Flirting with girls doesn’t sell, on the other hand. At least it never pays off for me. Anyway… I’m not on topic. Sex sells, they say and the last person to prove that will be Tera Patrick, the famous porn star. What’s the deal?I just read somewhere that she will be a spokesperson/something official for an upcoming video game, Resistance 2. Pretty strange combination of names, I must admit, since the girl, as we know it, rarely resists doing stuff she shouldn’t. And we’re also unable to resist her charms. Video game developers/publishers seem to have a real sick sense of humor.
But that’s not the point. The point is that the porn industry and the gaming industry are slowly starting to shake hands (or to embrace, or to do it, or whatever they’re doing). Right now, they’re only using chicks to promote products and honestly I don’t really care about that. But I’m waiting for the moment when these girls will actually star in the game and do what they know to do best. That’s when I’m going to pray for the likes of Tera Patrick to star in games, too. Hopefully, that will happen soon. It’s been a while since something as “shocking” as the Hot Coffee was released…
UPDATE: I made a little mistake here. No, sex still sells, but another game. Saints Row 2, not Resistance. I told you it was a strange combination of Tera and Resistance. Anyway, here's what I'm talking about, that's what we should expect from this cooperation:
Jul 27, 2008
Wow! Just Wow!
Honestly, that would be enough - repeating over and over again: Wow! Wow! Wow! and so on. I. is a storm. She is absolutely crazy and completely out of this planet. The girl of every man’s dreams and even more. The ultimate fun machine. Honestly. And she doesn’t seem to be crazy (as in a scary kind of way, as I was anticipating). She is wild, she is a beast hidden under some soft skin, because of the job's limitations, probably. But out in the wild, I. is a man-pleasing machine – I’m 100% sure that when she was born, she was singing: “Born to be wiiiiiild!”. I feel blessed.Best. Weekend. EVER. This could be another way to sum things up (yes, as you can see, I am still very ecstatic and I still feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins, even though I have slept at most 5 hours). Here’s the incredible story:
Just like we were supposed to, we met on Friday and I was pretty nervous: she did to me some really strange things in the past and I had no idea how she would react to our date. Even more, I basically told her, when I got the date, that I’m going to introduce her to a friend of mine. It was obvious that I was just flirting and that was just a figure of speech, but one can never know what a woman understands. So I was nervous and she noticed that. As opposed to me, she was really calm and cool and seemed like a different person than the girl I knew from work. Not to mention that she was incredibly hot, wearing a very tight and sexy black dress. The elegant type, the one that you’d like to get your hands on and rip apart, just like they do in the movies.
Anyway, we ordered something to eat and, most important, some red wine and things eventually started to get a bit more natural. She was not very talkative – quite reserved, I might say – but at least she wasn’t rejecting my whimsy flirt lines. However, there was basically no feedback from her, which was starting to make me feel very uncomfortable. How should’ve I known that her crazy brain was planning? :D
“Let’s go!” she suddenly said at a point when the silence was becoming painful. It was a bit of a surprise for me, but I was anticipating it: I couldn’t have said we were having fun. It was just another failed date and I was ready to accept it. However, a man can never know what a woman wants to say with “let’s go”. And she kept me waiting. She likes to play.When we got in my car, she said nothing. I was waiting for her to tell me to take her home or something, but she was waiting for my question, so I asked: “Where now?”. She giggled. “We should change clothes,” she said completely confusing me. “So we’re going to my place first”. I asked her a few times what her plans were, but she said I’ll see. “We’ll have fun, she kept repeating”. OK, so she was really waning IT and nothing more, I started to imagine…
When we got to her place, she told me to go up with her. If we would’ve gone in, had sex, then kissed goodbye, it would’ve been something normal. Honestly – now, after what happened with us, I really think that would’ve been the most common thing on earth. But it was much more.
She told me to sit down in one of her armchairs and went out, only to come back with tons of clothes. She asked me if I wanted to have fun and, of course, I said yes. She laughed and told me, like it was the most natural thing: “Then let’s go visit the mountains”. I tried to explain her it was late, we had no place to stay there – that it was a complete madness and she said that was the whole point. “Don’t you like adventures?” she asked me and I eventually agreed. The chick is crazy, I told you!
She took her clothes off, just like that (she was wearing some black lingerie, though) and said that I have to choose her outfit. And what followed next is hard to explain in words (especially in a language that’s not your native one :P). It was like a dance, like a teasing-erotic-breath taking-complete madness thing. I was practically tied to the chair and I was obliged to look at her. She was moving slowly, she was sensual, she was teasing, making me go crazy. But she didn’t let me to do anything: she just changed clothes a few times, telling me to choose which outfit is the best. She didn’t even care that I said (all sweaty and way too excited): “Anything. Honestly, anything!”
When we got to my home, things got even stranger. She said it was my turn, so I had to strip and change a few pairs of jeans and wear different t-shirts. I think she has some kind of strange fetish with clothes and changing them or something like that. A bit odd, anyway, but back then it was the most erotic thing in the world. At one point, while looking at the bulge in my boxers, she said: “It looks like we’re not the only ones wanting to have fun” and I was truly expecting her to jump on me and please me. Or at least help me with the pain. But she did nothing and I was already getting way too excited. But, as you can see, I survived.
So we got in the car and went in a one day-long vacation. We spent the entire day (Saturday) there and things got a bit back to normal. We didn’t do any bungee jumping, fights with snakes or stuff like that. But it was very cool – something I had never done in my life – I’m the kind of dude who likes to plan his vacations to the last detail. This escape was nothing but magic. Pure magic and I’s company was wonderful, too. It’s unforgettable!
Oh, and if you’re wondering if we did it, after all, the answer is… YES! Not just once – and it was magic, too!
Jul 13, 2008
The sexiest EURO 2008 fans (NSFW)
You probably remember the eye candy that used to be my The sexiest EURO 2008 girls entry, presenting the most beautiful and sexy girls found at EURO 2008. Well, now I have found the ultimate treat for you, found while searching for a certain picture on flickr. Yes, it's a rather lengthy post, but I am sure every male on this planet will love it. Hell, when I see that much beauty I can't help but wonder how could it feel to know you have such sexy fans (as a football player, I mean). Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to see my thoughts and only skip to the images, so here you go (and, even though I promised I will never again post photo-entries, I hope you can understand it was needed)
We'll start with two white angels, Greek and Russian sexy fans:
We'll start with two white angels, Greek and Russian sexy fans:
This Swedish girl (on the right) is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in ages. I could not, however, understand which teams did the first two beauties represent.
If Poland and Spain played so well for this year's EURO 2008, I can understand why. With such great fans, you'd have your reasons, right?
This Croatian (probably) chick on the left is clearly thinking about something else but football :D But I can't say football is the first thing I have in mind while checking the second girl, a sexy Turkish fan :D
This Romanian chick on the right is definitely a girl I'd love to date during my girl quest. Is it possible, God? The second picture presents us a sexy French fan who likes some lickin'.
Switzerland and Portugal seem to have the most sporty fans. Way to go, girls! Exercise is what makes a perfect body (and they seem to know that)
The best two pics, in my opinion and definitely the sexiest of them all. An Italian fan that is definitely the EURO 2008 winner and a Holland beauty which seems to be thinking more at American football, not soccer, but we'll forgive her.
Two more angels, the German and Czech best female supporters:
And, finally, the host of the tournament: Austria fan!
And, now... I don't know about you, but I need a cold, cold shower. These girls are definitely more fanatic than the first presented in the previous post mentioned above. Also, the fact that they love body painting that much, makes them even better. Hopefully, when my year-long Girl Quest will reach to an end, I'll have at least half as beautiful girls in my "repertoire". Until then, feel free to share your opinion and decide who's the best looking of them all. I can't decide between the Italian, Turkish and Swedish fans.
____________________All credit for the pictures go to Strokker1
Jul 6, 2008
A perfect time in the company of a lady
Her name is O. I could say that we’re friends since we were born – we were never lovers, but we always talked about “what if…” We used to flirt, usually online, since she was miles and miles away from me (or vice-versa, depending on the point of view :D). We used to say that whenever we will meet again, if we'll ever meet again, we’ll have a night to remember. And that happened last night.
I went to pick her up from our meeting place, feeling nervous, feeling the butterflies in the stomach – exactly as you feel when you first fall in love, with the only exception that I was not in love (nor falling). I was very excited, though – meeting a girl you have talked that much with, you have known for that long and you admire (yes, I really admire O.), meeting her for the first time, face to face, after a ten year long break – that is something! My heart was beating like it was on steam, my mind was in the 20th cloud and I was over excited – happily, I managed not to hit any car and safely reached the destination.
When I saw her, I felt my knees are weak, I felt the ground trying to swallow me: she was more beautiful than I was anticipating (even though I have seen her tens of times on webcam – it’s completely different in real life!). She was no longer the little girl I used to play hide and seek with and do all sorts of strange things – somehow, I was still considering her a child until we met. She was a woman, she was smoking hot, she had a great, fit body, a perfect tan, a smile that could make you smile back instantly, she just had an aura which made you feel like hugging her, like a little child. Which I did – and when I touched her soft, perfumed skin, I felt the electrifying sensation of love. Or something very similar. Something which is hard to explain and it is not necessary sexual.
We kept talking – we had a LOT of catching up to do, she had a lot to say, there were a lot of sweet memories from when we were kids and used to play out in the yard together... When she talked, she kept looking straight into my eyes. Every now and then she was biting her lower lip – and I never saw before something as sensual as that. It was like the forbidden fruit, it was like the ripest apple: something you HAD to taste. But she was just teasing. She was smiling, seeing how uncomfortable that was making me. She was just playing – it was nothing but a game for her, as it happened when we used to chat online. It was not a date. She was not really flirting. Or… was she?
The music was great: we listened to a few “hits” from our childhood, we laughed when we remembered how 
much we loved that crap; she danced a little, teasing me even more, when one of her favorite hip hop tracks started playing; she innocently looked at me when Nick Cave started to sing his duet with PJ Harvey – one of the best and strangest love songs ever created, Henry Lee (and we danced); then, thanks to the shuffle mode, Another Level began when they started singing Freak me (and we kissed - suddenly, quickly, without warning).
I thought that was the beginning. I was aching for her. I was aching to feel her, I was planning to get her to bed and never let her go. Or so I was thinking. But she had other plans. She said “So that’s how it feels kissing you” then stoarted t dance again. When I tried to kiss her again, she didn’t allow me to. She started to talk in riddles: “Life’s a game,” she said. “Well, I really want to play,” I said, and it was probably the line of my life. She just giggled and told me to get us something to drink.
You can imagine that I was sure we were just “warming up” – drinks, music, dancing, her biting her lips, looking sexy, being sexy, breathing sexy… you get the deal. However, we just talked. Yes, sorry to disappoint you – we only talked, about everything, about anything. But I really had the time of my life. Hopefully it was the same for her – I don’t know, she seemed to have had everything well planned way before. Because she said,
during a silence break, when I was starting to get lost into her beautiful eyes: “I want to spend the night with you. I want to sleep over. I won’t, because we both know what would happen in such a case. And we both want that, too. But we should not – I’ll tell you tomorrow why”. A riddle again, but I accepted to play. I could’ve sold my soul to the devil during those moments, just to be sure I’ll get the chance to spend more time with her. So we talked a bit more. I asked her if can I take a few pictures of her “to share with the world”. What you see in the post is the result.
And the next day began. Today. We met again – she wanted us to “go out,” and I was her slave, I would’ve gone anywhere. We went and visited a few of the places where we used to play when we were kids and, once again, sweet memories began to come back to us. She took me to the park and we walked through the alleys, hand in hand – she said all that was everything we would’ve done if she wouldn’t have gone in the
But I was starting to wonder when that “I’ll tell you tomorrow why” thing will happen. When were we going to get back to my place and go to heaven. She kept delaying that, she kept walking, she kept exploring, she kept bringing me to life. And I was soon going to understand what was her plan. Her brilliance. That particular something which makes her to be as special as I consider her to be.
After countless hours of walking and talking and never getting bored, while we were resting in a pub, drinking a soda, she started to explain (and, like I did until know, I will quote her from my memory): “Being together with you is a wonderful thing,” she said. “It’s fun, it’s great, it’s much better than what I was remembering to be. It feels better than when we were kids, it is much better than what I was imagining when we talked online…” She was looking straight into my eyes, holding my hand. I was muted. “Just like I said last night, I want to go home with you, I want to feel you deep inside me, I want us to have the same great time we had until now. BUT I don’t want this ‘special’ feeling to fade away. I don’t want my memories for you to be, in a couple of years: ‘the guy I spent some quality time with and had sex and left and it was OK’. I don’t want this pain I’m feeling to go away, I don’t want you to scratch this itch, because I want the memories. Because I want to remember you, exactly as I knew you until now: great, special, unique. Sex would destroy the whole thing and I want it unaltered. I want to always feel this itch and always ask myself ‘what if,” she said. And that, my friends, was the best “I love you” I ever heard in my life. That was the moment I started to think that My Girl Quest is pointless. That life is pointless. That O. is the only person in the world who matters.
She is going to leave in a short trip in the country for a few days, then come back here for one or two more days, then forever leave the country (and maybe just to visit every ten years, as it happened now). Miles and miles will be between us but, as she said, the memory will never die. And probably that’s the best thing for both of us – to always remember. Because, in my humble opinion, there is nothing worst than being forgotten. Than losing the last shade of love from the person you loved the most. I know, one can’t generally speak about love after (basically) one date, but this is different. This is a life lesson she wanted to teach me, this is something only a great person would or could do. O. is that wonderful person and only know I realize how complete my life is, because I know her. Because she is my friend. Because I did not ruin everything with a pointless sex session. Yes, I truly believe her – there are times (special times, like this one, one of a kind moments) when sex is really pointless. Otherwise, I wouldn’t say now, from all my heart, that I had the best time of my life during this weekend. The best. Thanks, O.!
Jun 28, 2008
The end of a love story… or something
As I said, I had some really mixed feelings for A. She was loveable and angelic but, as I was going to find out, she was far from being an angel. And I tend to believe that E. was right to feel mad on her (just to keep up with the captions, E. is the neighbor I did earlier this week and part of the reason why T and I don’t talk anymore)
Anyway… it was proved to me that A. was quite a devil. After the strange night we had, I woke up feeling pretty OK: I was still feeling bad following the punches received from the drunk guy, but all in all was OK. I wasn’t in the mood to flirt, though… but there was no reason to do that, after all: I already had the girl, A. and there are no rules against spending more than one night with the same chick, right? Especially if she does a great job at being a… female, you know? So I wanted to spend a few more hours with her, maybe do her one more time, then get my ass in the car and drive home and forget about that place. Again, God had other plans!
When I woke up she was already awake, naked, looking at her body in the mirror and putting on some make-up. Of course, I found the view really exciting (duuh!) and thought it was my lucky morning, but she told me to go take a shower and prepare to have some fun. She said we still had a lot to do. And this scared me a bit. “We”? “a lot to do”? What the hell? We barely knew each other, we had NOTHING to do except make up, kiss and say goodbye. But, since I’m not that alpha male I sometimes pretend to be… I said “OK” and went to take the shower.
I found out the plans: we had to go eat the breakfast out (we did), we had to leave the car in the parking lot and go for a walk to look at some clothes (we did, but I did not buy her anything – and she didn’t seem to be affected by that at the moment), we had to stop at a fancy pub and drink beer (?!? yes, she wanted that and we did it!), then walk a bit more because “that’s what people do”… and stuff like that. For at least four hours we did strange things, couple's things, something we shouldn’t have done. I was afraid she was going to take me meet her family soon!
Instead, she told me something like: “How much can one drink without getting to the hospital?” and basically invited me to another pub to find out the answer. Don’t get me wrong… I totally liked her attitude, but it was scary as hell what she was doing – it’s not something you do with strangers, right? Still… there was something pushing me from behind and I accepted her invite and went to “get wasted”.
I have no idea what pub was that or where was it compared to her apartment, but every single body there seemed to know my angelic A. And, even worse, she seemed to know everybody – but that was not something to make me think there was something fishy somewhere. I mean… people have friends, and I’m not the one to judge! So we kept drinking. And we kept doing it until we were pretty drunk. And we talked. A lot. And you know how people tell strange secrets from their past when they’re drunk? Well… the same did A.
She admitted to me that she was a kind of an escort in the past – she had no “manager”, she was on her own. No contracts, no direct payment, only “let’s flirt, let’s do it, buy me a present”. Something that is, unfortunately, a common thing in my country and many girls do that. A. was one of those – she admitted that (no, don't think prostitution, it's not exactly the same thing). But she also admitted that with me “it was different”. Back then, because I was drunk, I believed her and felt kind of honored. To have a tramp like you is a real achievement! To flirt with her, pick her up and do her no strings attached – it’s a huge achievement. So I was feeling like a real man back then and, naive, I believed her.
Eventually she told me to pay for the drinks and go home. She said had a little “treat” for me. But, before all that, she told me that she would love to have something from me… something to make keep me alive in her memories. And I was drunk and agreed to buy her a present. Big mistake. Because that was everything she wanted from me, actually (well… at least she offered something in exchange… but it is still not very encouraging and definitely not something to lose a friend for).
Anyway… to finish this post and the story (I realize that I am absolutely boring, but it’s the fault of the tiredness I have accumulated): when we were heading from the shop to her apartment for me to get that "treat", I was stopped by the police. I was pretty drunk and they almost suspended my driver’s license, but I managed to get away with that. At home we had some great, great fun and she kept saying me that I was different, that she was sure we could work it out and start a relationship.
I was going to leave the next day, though. And she was not going to cry. Now she has a nice gift. I just have another girl’s name to write on My Girl Quest's list. And a bunch of really nice pictures of her (sorry for all the blur, but that’s how it should be done, …)
Jun 18, 2008
The sexiest Euro 2008 girls
Following my bad experience with M, I felt like "surfing for girls". And, as you might know, the UEFA Euro 2008 is a place where the best football (soccer) teams meet on court. But have you ever wondered what happens off court? Well... with just a few clicks, I did! :D In the stands, where the fans are hoping for the best for their team? Well, let me assure you that there is the best for a man to watch. And, as a proof, I have selected a list of “best-of” girls from Euro 2008. Enjoy!
Note: I don’t really like posting “image-only” entries, but this time I’ll HAVE to make an exception. Just look at the chicks! (Oh, and also, I must admit that it took like forever to arrange them in the page. Click on the thumbs to enlarge and better use the “open in new tab/window option”)
First, the most beautiful Croatian, Austrian and Italian girls:
Now, some Czech, Greek and Holland angels:
German, French and Spanish super-fans:
Russian, Romanian and Polish cuties:
And a little Portuguese cherry:
If you enjoyed these sexy girls, visit my second entry featuring sexy Euro 2008 girls (click on the orange link!)
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Image from: Eurogirls
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