My Deepest Fantasy

My god, that’s a tough one. Everybody has to have one, I guess. Mine switch every day. The rough fuck at the club scene from my book is a contender. Another one is sex in the shower. Sex in public, up against a big tree in the park near my house, would be good. But the one that really stands out is this one.

I’m in the subway (or tube, or metro, or whatever you want to call it). My train is steadily making progress towards my stop. It stops again. Just like every time, people get on the train. But this time is different. HE gets on the (very crowded) train. Stands next to me. I can see his eyes, smell his scent, touch his black leather jacket. Sensory overload. He catches my eye, smiles. Grins even. I haven’t even talked to him but I want him bad. He turns me on like mad. I grin back. We engage in a bit of flirting. It’s harmless, it’s fun. And it’s damn hot.

Suddenly he touches me. Lightly brushes my arm. I shiver. It’s electric, almost terrifying. He still doesn’t speak a word. The train shakes, and I stumble, right into his arms. We laugh. There is a definite spark as we look into each other’s eyes.

It’s my stop now. I give him little smile as I get off the train. I walk through the station, to the exit. Where he catches me.

And he kisses me. It’s a hard, urgent and very passionate kiss, which makes me tingle all over. He stops long enough for a single sentence to escape my lips.

“Come with me.”

He follows me home, his hand in mine. Neither of us says anything. We just stop and look at each other. Each time I look at him I get more nervous. Butterflies in the pit of my stomach. A tingling sensation between my thighs. Fuck, what’s going to happen?

When we arrive at my house, I nervously jam the keys into the lock. I fumble and he lets out a little laugh. “Are you nervous?” he asks.

“Yes. Very.” I say, shakily.

“Please don’t be.” he replies. “It’s going to be alright. You won’t regret it. At least, I hope so.” he replies, surprisingly shy.

I manage to open the lock and enter the hallway. He comes in behind me and closes the door. And then he kisses me again, even harder. I kiss him back and waste no chance in feeling him up, as I always wanted to do with a guy, but never quite got the chance to. I can feel his body against mine. I’m going mad. I want him naked and inside me…..

And I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination… What? Tease? Me?

MasterChef is on again. Jonathan (one of the contestants) is facing up against Justin North (famous chef person). They are making a dish with crackling pig or something like that. Making my mouth water once again. Jonathan did make a wee mistake, in salting his pig too much. I don’t think he will win. But oh my god, does that look delicious. And I don’t really like crackling.

As I said, Jonathan lost out to Justin North. Must have been the saltiness.

More cooking now. I say, I’m feeling very hungry. I must restrain myself from going downstairs and devouring one of those moelleuxs I bought today. Or else I think I’m swallowing my tongue.

Have a picture.

This was taken in Londen three years ago. This is a statue on Leicester Square. It says: there is no darkness but ignorance. Which I think is pretty much on the nose.

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bit o’ pimping

I fancy doing a bit of pimping for a site that I just love. It’s called For those of you who love Beautiful Agony, this site goes a tad further. The films are jaw-droppingly beautiful and are guaranteed to stir something inside you.

You can join the site via the link in my sidebar. Definitely check it out.

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My first item on the wish list would be pasta, thanks to MasterChef UK. Holy mother of Brompton, those are too much pasta dishes for my own wellbeing. This is the first time ever that I can rightly say that MC UK is boring me. Sad, but true. I just miss Georgie and Gaz and Matt Preston and his Shiny Pants of Yay. I’m switching off. Trinny and Susannah it is then.

I would love to treat myself to a new toy for my adult toy collection. Which, so far, consists of a small clit vibe in the shape of a chicken, which I can’t find, a slim white vibe, which looks like a bowling pin when you turn it upside down and my hot pink, bendy one. And some lube. Let’s not forget the lube. I feel like it needs to be a little more. Maybe something to cure my G spot woes. This one looks nice . I’ve seen these at Pabo in Brussels. It is fascinating how they appear to be bigger in the picture.

I think I might be coming down with something. A big case of insomnia might be it. I’ve been staying up till as late as two thirty am, watching repeats of Ghost Whisperer, MasterChef Australia and Poker after Dark. My eyes hurt and I feel like shit. Plus, Ghost Whisperer is giving me the creeps. Making me think there are actual ghosts in my room. I keep forgetting what I want to write by the way.

I need to stop for now. Might read in Julie and Julia. While the ghosts in my room and the ghosts in my mind float around freely….

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My List of Five

Ok, I’ve seen this on Friends, the intertubes, everywhere. And I’m going to share my list with you. Five famous people I can cheat on my partner with.

1 Jason Statham

Because I just fucking love him. My little fetish. That body. Those eyes. That devil may care attitude. THAT ACCENT!!!!!

2 Alexander Skarsgard

Pretty, pretty vampire boy. I’m speechless just looking at this picture.

3 Armstrong and Miller

Two for the price of one! Two of my favorite British comedians. I wouldn’t kick them out of my bed. Especially not in those RAF uniforms… Though Alexander has creepy eyes in this pic (the one in the back)

4 Stephen Moyer

Bite me, babe. I heard him say “Sookie’s mine” in that accent and I nearly came.

5 Ewan McGregor

Yesterday, today, tomorrow.  I’ve had a crush on him since I can remember. He’s the classic man on my list. Sucker for the accent, sucker for his motorbike.

So, feel free to share your choice with me.

Little note. It is three past two in the morning. Some fucker is playing music outside. I hate whoever he is…

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Being Single

I’m very much single at the moment. In fact, I have been for about, oh, I don’t know, twenty of the twenty years I’ve been alive. And I don’t like it one bit. I’ve tried the dating site thing. And that was a fucking mistake. It broke me in half. Particularly because nobody visits my profile. And yes, I’m being totally honest on my profile. Down to the fact that I am overweight and I’m having a gastric bypass soon.

And that’s what I think is scaring them off. And I think that. Is. Absolute Crap. With two capital letters. As if I don’t feel bad enough about my body, complete strangers come and piss on my parade. Either that or they’re like 59 years old. Which, kinda creepy.

Also, lets keep in mind that I haven’t even had a boyfriend. Ever. I don’t even know what I want anymore. Do I want to have a casual, flirty, fling thing?  Do I skip everything I missed in my teens and dive straight into a relationship? I dunno. I fancy a bit of flirting, but nobody ever flirts back, probably because the stomach puts them off. I do like to flirt once in a while. Especially when I’m in London. The handsome cashier at HMV is just too good to resist. A big smile and some banter and I’m melting behind the counter. Or is that just because I crave attention from hot men?

Speaking of hot men, there aren’t any over here in my neck of the woods. I actually have to go to the city to find men. And that is just sad.

I’m frustrated, can you tell?

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Look at that, two posts for the price of one! I have decided to entertain you with a little excerpt (re-worked from my motherlanguage of Dutch) from the novel I’m working on. It’s, as you might have guessed, quite hot.

This takes place near the end of the book. It’s a dream the main character, Elin, has about her best friend Jase. If this sounds awful, that just means it got a little lost in translation. And if the mechanics of the sex are quite off, feel free to tell me, so I can edit this and not look like a fool when the book does eventually come out.


I’m outside Chirocco, lonely, waiting for a cab to come my way. I can’t remember coming here with someone. I see taxi after taxi drive by, all of them occupied. A curse escapes me every time. Suddenly, I feel him standing next to me. His hot breath in my neck. His body tantalisingly close to mine. He turns me around and pulls me back inside.

“What are you up to?” I say, softly.

“You’ll see.” he replies, his voice dark and raw. We walk across the dancefloor, to the storage room at the back. He pulls me inside and locks the door.

“Seriously, mate, what are you up to?” I sai, with a hint of fear in my voice. What the hell is going on?

“You’ll see. Just relax.”

And then he kisses me, hard and fast. Enough to temporarily knock me for six. But then he stops. He’s grinning like a little demon.

“Ah, I see.” I say. I kiss him back, as hard and as passionate as he did. He unzips my dress and bears my breasts. He stops to admire them for a second and kisses them softly. Then, he licks my nipples, first the left one, then the right one. And he kisses me again. I decide to take action and rip his shirt open. Oh my word, his body is amazing! What a man…

“Unbutton your kecks.” I command him. He obliges and drops them to his anckles. Fuckin’ aye, even his cock is gorgeous! He pulls my dress up and my panties down.

‘Is this real? Are we really going to do this?” I say.

“Believe it, babe.” he grins.

“Really? Up against the wall? How dirty!”

“Well, we could do it down on the floor, but I don’t think you really feel like shagging in a puddle of water.”

“Wait, are we really almost naked and negotiating on where we’re going to do this?”

He laughs. “Apparently we are.” he says, before kissing me again. I spread my legs and pull him closer.

“Come and get me, tiger.” I say, grinning cheekily. He obliges again and pushes till he enters me and oh my word, it feels so good.

It’s hot. It’s raw. I cry out as he thrusts deeper into me. His grunts are animalistic. Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer. And I have a feeling that he isn’t going to last either. Electric shocks in my body. I can feel my blood rushing through my veins. I’m aware of him, who he is. It’s Jase who’s fucking me, bare arsed and all. It’s Jase looking at me with lust in his eyes. He wants me. He really wants me. And I want him too. The shocks are coming fast and hard. And then, without warning, I scream out…

And open my eyes. I was dreaming. But what a lovely dream…


I genuinely hope that this is good. It’s a little diffrent from the one that I actually wrote. And yes, it is based on a little fantasy of mine. Hope you liked it.

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G-Spot Misery

I think I may have hit something…

In my unrelenting quest for the G Spot, I may have hit … well, I don’t know what, but it’s something. With my vibe. About ten times. And now my stomach hurts like a motherbitch. I smell a hospital visit. Oh, wait, thinking about it, I have to go see the surgeon about my op tomorrow. Some pre operative stuff.

I’m serious, I think I might vomit now.

So, about that G Spot stuff. I’ve been obsessed with finding it since round New Year. I think I may have found something, because I do squirt. But I don’t orgasm. I don’t feel anything. And it gets very, very messy. If I sound like a total newbie, sex wise, it’s because I am. I only started masturbating about two years ago. I’m still discovering myself. And I’m beginning to think that the G Spot may be too advanced sex 101 for me. I don’t know, I’m such an idiot.

One thing that soothes the pain a bit is MasterChef Australia, currently playing on my telly. The dessert they made looks (like George said) sexy. Matt Preston’s pants are so brightly colored… The challenge for tomorrow is catering a children’s birthday party and the cupcakes they made look stunning. I have a thing for brightly colored desserts. Which I don’t find weird at all. My favorites are Macarons de Paris. Which, voila…

I’m frothing now. Have you ever seen a croquembouche? Now imagine one made from macarons de Paris. That is proper orgasm food. What is orgasm food, you ask? Well, simply, orgasm food is food that gives you a tiny tiny orgasm just thinking about it. Something that makes you seriously froth. I’d love to know what you consider orgasm food.

Signing off for the night, going to watch the poker game on the television.

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Me, Barenaked

Hello, lovely reader. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dalide. I recently turned 20. I made this blog, because I wanted a place to recount and share my sexual dreams and fantasies. Sex is something that is quite new to me, so I’m still discovering everything.

Facts about me:

  • I’m a virgin
  • I don’t really like being a virgin
  • Though I have been inside one before, sex shops still scare the shit out of me
  • I am about to undergo life changing surgery (gastric bypass)
  • I can’t find my g-spot, though I have read many instructions to do so…
  • I am incredibly in lust with Jason Statham (who should be in my bed every night, kthx)

So, of course, I can’t blog now without mentioning the utter failure that was Valentine’s Day… My 20th single Valentine’s. As if that wasn’t enough, I spent most of last night in the bathroom, due to a bladder infection, that has mysteriously cleared up now. Might flare up again tonight, though I’m not exactly gagging for it…

I recently went to a sex shop in Brussels (I’m from Belgium). Man, that was like a whole other world in there. There are like three or four sex shops next to each other in that street and this seemed the least intimidating one. Plus, it’s quite a well known branch here in Belgium and in Holland.

I went in. With my mum. Big mistake. Not only did I feel ridiculously uncomfortable, I was mortified when she quizzed the clerk on which vibrator gives the most pleasure… I just stood there, shuffling my feet and looking at the shady fella in his raincoat by the dvd’s. In the end, it was an eye opener. I’m going back there soon. That pink Cat O’ Nine Tails whip looked so pretty…

My eventual bounty from the trip? A very flexible, dark pink vibe and some lube. I didn’t want to pay alot for the Super lube, so I just got the regular one, which I fear was a mistake. Should you save pennies on lube?

The porn did scare me blind, by the way. Maybe I shoud mellow out and try buying a dvd. I did get a lovely free dvd with a magazine. It had 50 positions from the Kama Sutra. They all look dead hard to me. It did turn me on, and it wasn’t long before I got my vibe out….

More self love stories when I return. I need to get some sleep, since the infection incident kept me up from… oh about three thirty last night till seven this morning…

I hope you enjoy this blog and come back for more…

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