Back to Uni...!!

For four consecutive nights during this week I have slept just a few hours – 4 to be more exact; finally and after too much suffering I could finish my first assignment and also remembered how it was my former life as a university student.


What days!!! As I worked during day time 48 hours a week I had to take classes at evening time . Yes!! That was I did for 7 years and more... I wonder how I did to don’t die. If now I go to university three days a week and sometimes I feel I am dying. Talking frankly I was 10 or more years younger than now and even though my job required more responsibility than the job I have now, I also had more fun.

How forget  it!! That time it was also the time I was dating Tuti, my first lover.... Hummmm!! I feel myself nostalgic thinking back and bringing to memory all the things I had to do to meet him – that relationship it was really an adventure- and how fast my heart beat each time I saw him. I was a child (just 20 years old) and became a woman on his bed.

Oh my God!! I am going from stupid to ridiculous. My dear reader, please forgive me for that, but keepsakes are taking place on mind as I am writing down my ideas - It would not be fair if  I don’t allow myself to express my own feelings- don’t you think so?

Nevertheless, at that time I had a better job, more money, more friends, more fun and a lover (to call him in some way) things I don’t have right now but  instead of them I have freedom. Yeah!! Freedom to meet whoever I want or to go wherever I want or to decide whether I stay at home or go to the church. Yeah!! I have no ties to choose what I want to do. So, I try to enjoy today and just now with the things I can get.

And as each day brings its own gift, perhaps one day in future I will have memories about today and I am going to say.

- Oh! What days!! In which I could drink a cool beer or eat a big piece of chocolate cake without any problem.

The lesson: time never goes back. Past is like a collection of movies – some bad some nice - you have and can play at any time, just take a minute, think back and enjoy them. And remember, people don’t live on movies.

One week more....

Thanks God this stressful week has gone. No interesting events happened. But there are a few facts that have made me think about what is the true behind the reality:

• Fact: I wrote an email to Scooby saying to him I won’t tell him any more about my feelings.
• Truth: I know that is not true. I am starving for one of his kisses; I am still fuckly in love
• Fact: Doing my round in the shopping I found a handsome, blond hair, young man peeing. It was so embarrassing.
• Truth: It was a pity I couldn’t see his dick. At least now I could say I have seen one recently. 
• Fact: My sister’s party was successful, about 100 people, tango, hot wine, many pictures and live music
• Truth: I have missed out more than a party. Unluckily she just turns 50 once. The whole family was there except me. I also think the party would have been funnier if someone would have brought a stripper
• Fact: I am on my way to the asylum having dialogs with a dummy.
• Truth: the only I need it is a real man with a real dick who wants to have a real great fuck
• Factt: I have worked to much the whole week.
• Truth: I hope such hard effort will be reflected in my bank account within two weeks
• Fact: I haven’t started my economic assignment yet. 
• Truth: Let’s go work!! If I don’t finish it by tomorrow night I will be on trouble.

The lesson: The facts not always tell the truth....

The shop assistant and the dummy (part II)

As quick as he can he drops me down and turns me round to fuck me from behind, my hands on the wall, his hands on my body - one on my tit, the other on my clit- his dick is very hard and strong inside my pussy. He is fucking me faster and faster as he make me shout

– Cock me boy, cock me!.

For a while he push me forward and slap strongly my arse. As he is close to coming he slaps me harder and harder I feel my arse as if it were on fire. He realises that the sound of his hands against my ass turn me hotter, He is coming he can’t control himself. Therefore he push me again a little bit more and takes me by my hairs....

- Hummmm !! he moans.

- I know he is coming as a beast ,at the same time he suddenly pulls me back to him by my hair, he have reached the climax so do I.

- You have been a naughty girl -he add!

We both have came. And once, we recover our strength we fuck around the whole shopping, everywhere, every section. I do like the washing machine......

The lesson: How many CK boxer should I buy to have a Scooby’s dummy fucking me like that every night? Oh boy! I even would pay them with my soul.