Nosta's blog: "Diary!"

I believe that the lovestories are like travelling by train, journeys on the train. And when I see all these travelers sometimes I would like to be one of them. Why do you believe that so many people wait on the train in the station. Why you believe people are stressed so much about arriving too late. I tend to think that the best thing about love relationship is the beginning. why do you think people end there lovestories, it's just to enjoy a new beginning.

It's so long since I've had sex I've forgotten who ties up who Like most men, I am consumed with desire whenever a lesbian gets within twenty feet." When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better

I thought as I had finished work early today, I would have a hot relaxing bath. I started up the water for my bath, when I heard a knock at the door. It was Sarah. "Hi, I know this is unexpected, but I thought I'd drop by". She looked a bit lost, so I took pity and let her in. I had planned for a nice relaxing night with no interruptions, finally some time alone. It had been such a long week and I was so tired of people. Sarah was nice and hopefully she wouldn't stay for long. I showed her in, feeling a bit of resentment, I couldn't help but want to make her feel a little bad, making her realize she was interrupting me. "I was just looking forward to a nice hot bath". "I am sorry," she said. I sighed, as I do like her, her gentle features melt me every time she smiles. "No, it's all right", it is rude for me to have a bath while you are here. I head for the bathroom, her right behind me and start running the water again. I feel she staring at me. She leans against the sink and then she undresses and steps into the bath with me, just grinning at me.

It was late in the evening when I finally drifted off to sleep this evening. I had been up late working remotely and lost track of the time. I chose to put my laptop away and curl into the bed for some much needed sleep, around 1:30 am. The evening was fairly still the window was open allowing a gentle breeze to drift in as sounds from the outside world muttered away in the background. The faint sound of the cars off the motorway a good distance away, the pitter patter of the starlings moving around on my porch in search of a snack; all began to lull me to sleep. Before too long, I was sound asleep and beginning to dream of the time I spent with her when we were in Italy. My subconscious mind was feeding off of my emotions, and playing on the fact that I missed having her around so much. It was like losing the other half of my soul and trying to find a balance with her gone. As the dream state took over me completely, having fallen deep to sleep within moments of lying down, I could not longer here those sounds that had lulled me to sleep. The dream seemed so vivid, as if I was there again, the sun was bright, and she and I were riding around in the car on a Saturday morning. The top was down, and it was the beginning of our day. Her smile was still so fresh in my mind. But that smell, can you smell in a dream? The aroma was so faint, but so familiar suddenly a flash to another thought changed the scene where I had been holding her and telling her "You smell so good". She looked at me with a straight look on her face and replied, "Its perspiration”. I had told her that it was the most amazing smell. She cracked up with laughter and said once again, "its just sweat". That's what I smelled. That sweet smell that I was addicted to the entire time. What a vivid dream this was. I could even feel her soft hand on my chest. It was like I was right there the heat from her hand was so real. But wait. I was in the car in this dream, with the top off on a perfectly sunny day, and the only heat I could feel was her hand. I jolted awake to find her standing over me, on the side of the bed. Darkness shrouded the smile I knew was on her face. She loved surprises and I just knew she was grinning from ear to ear for having led me to believe she had gone home after we had got off the phone a few hours before. She had been on a road trip to Newcastle to finalise all the paperwork for the new position she was taking up there. Somewhere around York, she was informed that she could handle the finalisation when she got moved and settled in up there in March. So she decided to turn around and come on home. We chatted on the phone the majority of the day and I was fed up to hear she was home and she needed to go on and get into bed. Here she was standing over me now, pushing the covers. I could not resist her. I helped push them away and then she threw my arms around her neck. She fell into the soft bed with me, as I held onto her. She kissed me and put her arms around me. I took my arms from around her neck, cupped my hands around her face. While planting little kisses all over her face. Gently, she took my hand, reached around to the back of her head. In anticipation of my next move, she held her breath. As she had hoped, I grabbed her by her hair, and slowly but somewhat forcefully she drew her head back away from me so I could kiss her neck. It absolutely drove me crazy when she was controlling with me. This could get me crazy. I slowly rolled over on top of her, letting go of her hair and letting her head fall to the softness of the pillow. Still breathing rather shallowly, I felt her press her chest into mine as I took my body weight off of her hands and let my hands trace down her arms as they lay by my side. I was motionless. I grabbed her arms by each wrist and slowly manoeuvered them above her head. Holding both her wrists together, over her head, I reached away towards a pocket with my other hand. A short moment later, my other hand was now wrapping a soft silk scarf around her wrists, tying them to the headboard to keep them together and out of me way. After tying her wrists together, I slowly separated my body from her and got off the bed. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light in the room coming from outside and I could see her body so clearly now and I wanted to touch her so badly. But I knew my place was to stay out the bed until she asks. So she lays there almost helpless as she watched me move around to the foot of my bed. God how I wanted her so badly and I knew the evening had not even begun to get interesting. Walking to the side of the bed I could hear her laughter and her breath. "Are you enjoying this torture?" she asked. "Is it that obvious?" I laughed in an devil like tone. I laid down on her. She was so warm laying there. I could feel her heart beating in unison with mine and it excited me even more. I let my left hand make its way down her incredible body. Slowly and teasingly I began to penetrate her. She let out a very loud sensual sigh as I entered her, then she began begging that I thrust into her deeply. I was not willing to give in to her pleading. Even with her hands firmly grasping my bum, she could not pull him into her any deeper or faster. She pleaded again "Please stop teasing me. It’s been too long, don't tease me this way”. As I got right to the edge of her lips, I paused for one moment. She held her breath, anticipating my next stroke and suddenly I thrust into her so hard and so deep it pushed the breath out of her. She dug her nails deep into my back out of the sheer pleasure. I then took my finger and started circling her clit so she could get closer to orgasm. She leaned back a little and I leaned towards her, wrapping my left arm around her neck. She felt so hot and wet, she could barely control herself. Suddenly she went into a fit of shakes and shivers from an enormous orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy. Our orgasms ended almost simultaneously as she collapsed on top of me out of exhaustion. "That was absolutely incredible… as always," she said as I rolled over to be beside her now. She snuggled up next to me as I replied, "Not as incredible as you are and you make me feel. As my head rested on her chest, the sound of her beating heart and slow deep breathing put me to sleep, with dreams of the coming day.

"I'm not for women, frankly, in any job. I don't want any of them around. Thank God we don't have any in the Cabinet." Richard Nixon, while president of the US "Look, people get drunk ... People chase girls. And the point is, it's a hell of a lot better for them to get drunk than to take drugs. It's better to chase girls than boys." * Nixon on a graphic account of Amb. Arthur Watson's groping stewardesses while drunk on a March 1972 flight to Washington I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work." - Thomas Alva Edison (1847-1931) "I've never let school get in the way of my education" - Mark Twain "Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted" - Albert Einstein "The only job where you start at the top, is digging a hole." Hemorrhoids are like 'Awards', sooner or later every arse-hole gets one.

It was late in the evening when I finally drifted off to sleep this evening. I had been up late working remotely and lost track of the time. I chose to put my laptop away and curl into the bed for some much needed sleep, around 1:30 am. The evening was fairly still the window was open allowing a gentle breeze to drift in as sounds from the outside world muttered away in the background. The faint sound of the cars off the motorway a good distance away, moving around in search of a snack; all began to lull me to sleep. Before too long, I was sound asleep and beginning to dream of the time I spent with her when we were in Italy. My subconscious mind was feeding off of my emotions, and playing on the fact that I missed having her around so much. It was like losing the other half of my soul and trying to find a balance with her gone. As the dream state took over me completely, having fallen deep to sleep within moments of lying down, I could not longer here those sounds that had lulled me to sleep. The dream seemed so vivid, as if I was there again, the sun was bright, and she and I were riding around in the car on a Saturday morning. The top was down, and it was the beginning of our day. Her smile was still so fresh in my mind. But that smell, can you smell in a dream? The aroma was so faint, but so familiar suddenly a flash to another thought changed the scene where I had been holding her and telling her "You smell so good". She looked at me with a straight look on her face and replied, "Its perspiration”. I had told her that it was the most amazing smell. She cracked up with laughter and said once again, "its just sweat". That's what I smelled. That sweet smell that I was addicted to the entire time. What a vivid dream this was. I could even feel her soft hand on my leg. It was like I was right there the heat from her hand was so real. But wait. I was in the car in this dream, with the top off on a perfectly sunny day, and the only heat I could feel was her hand. I jolted awake to find her standing over me, on the side of the bed. Darkness shrouded the smile I knew was on her face. She loved surprises and I just knew she was grinning from ear to ear for having led me to believe she had gone home after we had got off the phone a few hours before. She had been on a road trip to Newcastle to finalise all the paperwork for the new position she was taking up there. Somewhere around York, she was informed that she could handle the finalisation when she got moved and settled in up there in March. So she decided to turn around and come on home. We chatted on the phone the majority of the day and I was fed up to hear she was home and she needed to go on and get into bed. Here she was standing over me now, pushing the covers. I could not and would not resist her. I helped push them away and then she threw her arms around my neck. She fell into the soft bed with me, as I held onto her. She kissed me and put her arms around me. I took my arms from around her neck, cupped my hands around her face. While planting little kisses all over her face. Gently, her took her hand, reached around to the back of her head. In anticipation of my next move, she held her breath. As she had hoped, I grabbed her by her hair, and slowly but somewhat forcefully she drew her head back away from me so I could kiss her neck. It absolutely drove me crazy when she was controlling with me. This could get me crazy. I slowly rolled over on top of her, letting go of her hair and letting her head fall to the softness of the pillow. Still breathing rather shallowly, I felt her press her chest into mine as I took my body weight off of her hands and let my hands trace down her arms as they lay by my side. I was motionless. I grabbed her arms by each wrist and slowly maneuvered them above my head. Holding both her wrists together, over her head, she reached away towards a pocket or something with her other hand. A short moment later, her other hand was now wrapping a soft silk scarf around my wrists, tying them to the headboard to keep them together and out of her way. After tying my wrists together, she slowly separated her body from mine and got off the bed. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light in the room coming from outside and I could see her body so clearly now and I wanted to touch her so badly. But I knew my place was to stay on the bed until she returned. So I lay there almost helpless as I watched her move around to the foot of my bed. God how I wanted her so badly and I knew the evening had not even begun to get interesting. Walking to the side of the bed I could hear her laughter and her breath. "Are you enjoying this torture?" I asked. "Is it that obvious?" she laughed in an devil like tone. She laid down on me. She was so warm laying there on top of me. I could feel her heart beating in unison with mine and it excited me even more. With my hands free of the scarf, I let my left hand make its way down her incredible body. Slowly and teasingly I began to penetrate her. She let out a very loud sensual sigh as I entered her, then she began begging that I thrust into her deeply. I was not willing to give in to her pleading. Even with her hands firmly grasping my firm bum, she could not pull him into her any deeper or faster. She pleaded again "Please stop teasing me. It’s been too long, don't tease me this way”. As I got right to the edge of her lips, I paused for one moment. She held her breath, anticipating my next stroke and suddenly I thrust into her so hard and so deep it pushed the breath out of her. She dug her nails deep into my back out of the sheer pleasure. I then took my finger and started circling her clit so she could get closer to orgasm. She leaned back a little and I leaned towards her, wrapping my left arm around her neck. She felt so hot and wet he could barely control herself. Suddenly she went into a fit of shakes and shivers from an enormous orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy. Our orgasms ended almost simultaneously as I collapsed on top of her out of exhaustion. "That was absolutely incredible… as always," she said as I rolled over to be beside her now. She snuggled up next to me and replied, "Not as incredible as you are and you make me feel. As my head rested on her chest, the sound of her beating heart and slow deep breathing put me to sleep, with dreams of the coming day.

The Craziness decided to invite its friends to take a coffee at her place. All the guests went there. After coffee the Craziness proposed: - Wanna play at hides hides? - Hides Hides? What is that? the Curiosity asked. - Hides Hides is a game. I count until hundred and you hide yourself. When I finished to count I look for you, and the first one that I find will be the next one to count. All accepeted, except the Fear and the Laziness. -1, 2, 3,... the Craziness begun to count. Attentiveness hided itself first, does not import where. The Timidity, shy as always, hided itself in a tree bunch. The Joy ran in the middle of the garden. Sadness began to cry, because she did not find any fitting place to hide itself. The craving accompagned the Triumph and hided itself close to him behind a boulder. The Madness continued to count while its friends hid themselves. Despair was despaired seeing that the Madness already was to 99. - HUNDRED! said the Madness, I will begin looking for... The first one to be found was the Curiosity, because she had not been able to prevent herself from coming out of her hiding place to see that would be the first one discover. While looking at on the side, the Madness saw the Doubt above a fence not knowing which side it would be more better hidden. And so on, she discovers the Joy, Sadness, the Timidity... When they all were found, the Curiosity asked: - Where is love? Nobody had seen her. The Craziness began to look for it. She searched above a mountain, in the rivers to the foot of the boulders. But she did not find love. Looking to all sides, the Madness lives a rose, take a wood end and began to look among the branches, when sudden she heared a cry. It was love, that screamed because a thorn had burst her an eye. The Madness did not know what to do. She apoligised herself, implored the love to have his pardon and went to her to promise to follow her for ever. Love accepted the excuses. Today, love is blind and the Madness accompanies it always.

Hello, didn't had a good day today! My gf Tammy is on a photoshoot, i'm like a little puppy! Running around. A girl y know just had her car broke down. Went to pick her up. I speeded a little bit and guess what! Probably i was flashed at 240km/h. Yeaha, again! :( Hope the rest of the night will be better. 1:42AM