I know its hard sometimes to tell from a blog if the person is female or male. But just a quick reminder for new people to the blog, I’m a guy. The avatar I’m using is a partial from a dear friend of mine. Darn sexy picture and way better than using my own mugshot 🙂 One of these days I’m hoping that she will let me use the entire photo (hot diggity it’s a sexy one). Don’t mind when people ask me for sexy photos of myself but considering they believe me to be a girl they are in for a nasty surprise 😀
If anyone wants to know more about me, read the about me page.
Picture 1: My wizard days at Lovebox festival
Picture 2: Trying hard to get a tan in Portugal
So finally moved into my new flat yesterday so we had a cleaning and sorting out all the moving boxes, my 3 bags with some clothes vs her 8 bags of only clothes. How many shoes does really one person need, I got 2 pair and plus my trainers, that lasts me 2 years. Dont think that idea would ever occur to my lady. 😉
Whoever came up with the idea of this shower deserves applause and hugs. Radio, tropical shower setting, back and foot massage and with including disco/mood lights. I have spent more time with my girl in here now than in the rest of the apartment but at least we are clean 🙂
So finally a Happy finished moving day, now to just sit in the sofa and chill with some nice wine and try to find an english speaking movie on the czech channels, this is almost impossible. Watched Die Hard in czech since I know the lines by heart but Bruce Willis dubbed is just not the same and hearing Hans Grubers in czech is almost blasphemy, Rickman just did that part to good to be voiced over.
So back from a quick trip to Prague to meet my new competition. A dog! How can one compete against such a tiny thing, only 2 months old and can fit in my lap. Didnt think I would like the little one, want my dogs big… but such a fearless little thing got my heart straight away but not sure if he liked me staying in the same bed as my girlfriend 🙂
So only 2 more months until I move to Prague and am soooo looking forward to this next step in my life.
I really liked this idea for a blogpost… My 2012 has been interesting to say the least. A lot of ups and downs…
Hope you all have a great day either finishing off the Christmas shopping or wondering if you should start it. I’m in the later stage but got sidetracked when I made the mistake of going to my local pub instead.
You know it’s your local pub when you have got a nickname or that in the style of Cheers they at least know who you are. My nickname is the swede, which makes sense. Would hate them if they called me slightly bald guy 🙂
But for all the pubs I do love the Irish ones the best, they have the most weird, oddish but oh so friendly people usually in the pubs.
On my very first trip to London as a 17 year old I went to the pub and saw that it was a England-Ireland game on and of course I hadn’t checked what pub I was in but started cheering for England since I was a visitor in the country and wanted to fit in unfortunately I was in an Irish pub. The pub went oh so quiet and everyone turned to me. As an tourist and all alone it was very discomforting. 🙂 But to their credit they explained my error and bought me a beer instead of beating me to a pulp. Since then I just had a big fondness for the Irish. Anyway, getting off my ass now to do that dastardly shopping.
Ps. And no idea how I found this video on YouTube but I do know that I started looking for the Cheers intro song and after a few clicks got this one. Anyway it’s the best roast speech I ever seen.
Was on my way to a job interview in central London yesterday and walked past the preparations for the royal premiere of The Hobbit at Leicester Square. They were building a hobbit mound. Was almost close to ignore the interview just so that I could be there when the actors arrived. Damn you work!
Ps got the job.
Yeah did a little video while on my way to work, sorry about the sound, a lot of cars passing by and me talking out of my ass 🙂
My coffee schedule:
7am: coffee when I wake up
8am: Starbucks at the train station
9.30: coffee at work
Around 12: coffee with my lunch
13.00: coffee while on the way to my desk
15.00/16.00: last cuppa at work
19.00: coffee at home
22.00: last cuppa
And this is moderate schedule for me, happens that I exceed 10 a day. But no problem sleeping, actually if I don’t have that last cup I can’t sleep. Weird but true.
Realised this due to this bloggers problem to liking coffee. lazy Laura Maisey. Happy Friday all..
A very personal blog about Hyacinth and her life after the divorce and her nowadays sexlife in all it’s details, a truly revealing blog and quite often very sexy and hot. Who doesn’t love to read about peoples real life sex life, well I do at least… Brings out the little peeping tom in me It’s a great blog and such a lovely, friendly (well at least online ) girl, you will enjoy this blog.
I present A Dissolute Life Means…
In their own words:
I am Hyacinth Jones. Multi-layered, multi-moraled, multi-educated; a mother; a feminist who wants to be dominated, a hard-ass who wants to be coddled; a lover of man-on-man lovin’; a lover of lovin’.
In September of ’10, I separated from my ex-husband and began fucking my way through grief and sorrow finding solace in a cock between my thighs. No joke.
I never thought much about it beyond the fact that I had a need and I wanted to fill it. While fucking liberally and with zest my heart continued to ice over. I ate men for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. —> to be continued on her About me page
So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).
|I ACCIDENTALLY POOPED ON A DUDE.
That’s right. You read that correctly. I. pooped. on. a. dude.
A tragic sentence that played on a constant loop in my head for about 48 hours after the fact.
Here’s the thing. It was an accident – a total fucking accident. I didn’t mean to shit on a dude. A warm, muscle-y, big-cocked fellow whose bodily treats really brought the shat upon himself. I swear. The poop, it came out of my butt, and went on another living human being quite completely by accident. OHMYFUCKINGGOD. I can’t believe this happened to me!
But if he hadn’t bucked so hard inside of me; if he hadn’t had such a deliciously big cock that knocked my g-spot right off the map; if I hadn’t stayed on top so long; and if I hadn’t moved to the goddamned chair this never would have happened.
So here’s the deal — the God’s honest truth — SHIT REALLY DOES HAPPEN. And here’s how it all went down:
In a way, I’ve struck out twice.
When I was with Jason last Saturday I told him how one of my fantasies was to spend an entire day with a lover, with him, wherein we would fuck and play all day long. He looked at me as he buckled his pants and said, “I don’t know what you think I can do, but I’m only human.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I think I may have stammered, but I bet it came out much more smoothly than that. “Well, I just mean we fuck, rest, play, cuddle, eat, take lots of breaks, but the point of the whole day is to be naked and hedonistic.”
I couldn’t believe I was quantifying it. He sort of shrugged.
Then, I said the same exact thing to The Neighbor and his reaction was similar.
WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE.
Tonight I went on a date with a 25-year-old. Twenty.five. ELEVEN years my junior. I feel like a cradle-robber, an old fart, and a bad ass all at once.
I have NO idea what’s up with this slew of young men who want to bang me, talk to me and otherwise partake in my company, but I’m down. There’s something innocent and charming about these boys who think they can hang with me. I like their efforts.
And I don’t mean that in a condescending way, but come on. A single, childless man in his mid- to late-twenties who’s never had a serious commitment, career, or care in the world is not and cannot be my peer. I have lived several lives in the years that create our age separation. Maybe even a thousand lives. He can be sweet, sensitive, intelligent, fun, sexy, and passionate, but he cannot relate to life as a 36 year-old single mother with a graduate degree and a career.
He’s tall, smart, charming and sexy. I’m following him home then we’re going to my friend’s birthday party.
There will be spelunking later.
Also, TN came over earlier. It was beautiful.
I am happy and in control and my breasts look delish. Perfect.
I plan on a good, hard fuck tonight wish me luck.
[Update: No sex. Not up to snuff. Proud of myself.]
Then, once in the darkened theater, he’ll spread his knees and I’ll have hot meat in my hand and a beer in the other.
I can’t fucking wait.
Well, I’m back and hope you all had a great weekend as well, 3 days in Sweden for the midsummers party with my family and my German ex and my best friend with me. Brilliant time and if you ever go, go in the summer time. Sexy girls, great good food and superb people.
Stayed at a great hostel in Sweden called Långholmen in Stockholm which is a converted prison but is so cool, you got the bunks and feeling of prison there but in a classy way. Plus there is a nudist beach just 2 minutes from the hotel (see picture below). What more can one ask for.
Anyway, now to start my inbox reading to see what everyone else has been up to… Expect a few reblogs today and tomorrow.
Ok, been a couple of interesting days. Had one of those weeks when the company wants you to meet your suppliers (yawn). But for once it actually paid off going to one of these things, won two nights at a 5 star hotel close to St Andrews. Now this is brilliant and I even get to play 18 holes on the St Andrews course, now I just need to learn how to play golf .
Since it was Saturday I thought I bugger off towards central London and do some mindless shopping. Was meaning to go to Charing Cross and look for some cool vintage postcards but ended up going to Camden instead. To my bliss I found some Tintin album and a new comic book which I seem to have missed out on, The boys. Now this is a must read for everyone. It’s about a messed up society with the superheroes in the middle of it and this little group of people trying to keep them in check (well, mostly by killing them off to be honest). But it’s a splendid take on the superhero frenzy and the what-if superheroes are just plain normal jerks as the rest of us. Btw, as you can see on the picture there is a pen as well. This is a slight perversion of me, if I go into a store and they have a slightly ok pen, I HAVE TO BUY IT… I just can’t help it, so am trying to stay away from shops with pens.
And to finish it off, am learning Spanish at the moment which reminded me of this superb sketch from Eddie Izzard about the silly words you have to learn in a foreign language which you will never, ever use.
and actually if you come this far down on the post, might as well enjoy some nudity (about bloody time) …
I’m so happy to have survived and also to managed to get ahead of my fellow colleagues running, was quite a shit beginning, managed to wake up late so that the bag drop was closed by the time I got there so had to run with my backpack but at least that got me to have my cigarettes close to me which was actually a boost for me (although I did manage to stay away from them the entire race).
On the sad note, although I was running with my 5 lovely female colleagues no hanky panky occurred and the most erotic thing was a nude man running with a loin cloth so altogether quite a miserable run On the good part, considering I had no training, ok did do 30 minutes run to the pub the week before but not sure if I can count that one. Anyhoo, did finish off in 1 hour and 22 minutes which for a 38 year old with absolutely no consideration for his body is bloody damn good. Whoohoo, which meant that all of us went to the pub to celebrate and try to forget this entire run, we did good… until next year…
and yes, this is the waiting video when I got bored, it was just insane with people.
and honestly if you managed to come this far down in the post, you should be rewarde with lovely Emma Stone going sexy on your ass.
I loved this article which showed me that I was not alone doing this. I love reading my book while walking, you will never see me without an book I can promise you that. On my walk to the tube station (25 minutes) I can get through quite a lot of pages while managing to duck the obstacles that one does come across, mainly other people or streetlamps. But it doesn’t always works, I have managed to find myself once or twice hitting my head quite good while walking into streetlamps. So I hope there are others who are like me as well… Read on guys and girls…
The above one doesn’t really have anything to do with readwalking but it is a good picture though…