Attitude Vs Cussings

The Venus currently has some serious issues needed to be dealt with. No. She isn’t depressed, just disturbed by the whole situation that is revolving around her. Recently, it was made known to her that she had some attitude problem.

“I never had an attitude problem! If someone disliked me, I’d rather they tell me off rather than keep it until everything blows out of proportion,” she shrieked.

She had been warned. But knowing The Venus, she will not change for no one. She only changes for herself and herself only. It is sad though, why some people think she’s disrespectful when they don’t even know what actually goes through her mind every single day. If anything, she would give everything up.

Yeah, she curses and she swears but only for the good of mankind. Generally, she thinks that most people are a bunch of idiotic cows especially when they are behind the steering wheel. Not too long ago, The Venus had an encounter of the third kind with a raging lunatic on the road. Watching in awe what the neanderthal tried to do to her door and window.

“Wow, he’s pretty mad….oh look! His name is J*****! Isn’t he smart for showing off his name tag,” The Venus rolls her eyes.

So much for scaring The Venus. By nightfall however, The Venus decided to make a police report just for safety. Afterall, the lunatic neanderthal did try opening her car door. Ah, the story of her life. However dramatic she might not want to put it, it always ends up being one dramatic climax – by that I mean in the entire whole drama.

The Venus has plenty of stories to tell, if only she weren’t too chicken enough to admit what’s she’s done in her sordid life. Oh, she did hasn’t she?

You’ll learn more about The Venus in time to come. As of right now, she’s dying for a fag.

Frugal With Finances

I am officially broke today. I have exactly $4.94 in my coin purse. Even with that the $2 coin is completely useless. I’ve completely max-ed out my credit card so no use there. MA has borrowed me a few hundred bucks since two weeks ago but it since has all gone, due to my accessive drinking, smoking and eating. What do you expect when you got a girl who’s entertaining 24-7?

If I wanted to do the things I’ve been dreaming off I really gotta start saving. It’s not that I don’t but considering that I’m the kind of person who spends more than what I earn isn’t exactly a good thing. I can’t even begin to comprehend why I bought something so huge and expensive when I know so well I can’t quite afford it. But what’s done is done, I can’t turn back the clock, so from now on everything will go to my savings if not to settle my debts. Debts as in the ones from the bank you motherfucker.

As desparate for cash as I may be, I’m not stupid unlike some people who’d so willingly turn to loan sharks. Honestly, that’s being extremely selfish and simply have no clue the shit (s)he’s putting the family (pun intended). Fucking hell, I’ve heard that even a distant relative of ours got himself into that shit. He apparently has dissapear to the other side of the country. Now that’s bad.

I’ve got another night out tonight and considered having glasses cold water all night. I mean water’s good for you, right? Maybe with a slice or two of lemon, just for show. The consequences I have to bear for not being frugal enough with my money. Shit.

Basically, the word of the day is frugal. OMG, now I sound like Ariella Papa. No, you wouldn’t know who Ariella Papa is. She a non-famous author of Up & Out. Some chic lit I’ve been reading lately. Very unlike me to read chic lit nowadays. But I needed the humour and light reading.

Now sidetracking towards another topic is very unlike me, or is it? Anyways, like I said I’m broke. If anyone feel sympathetic enough to donate me some money, you’ll be very much appreciated. In fact, I’d very VERY grateful to your sincere kindness. But of course, with no other intentions. Okay, maybe I’ll be your slave driver for a month. I was kidding…again. I won’t be your slave driver but I’ll cook and eat with ya? Oh fuck. Forget it. I’m just babbling nonsense.

Early Christmas

As he led me to the bedroom, he stopped to kiss me. I could feel my heart thumping really loud, nervous yet eager. All sorts was going through my head that night. He opened the door and I followed him in.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked. I nodded.

“You look nervous, are you sure you want to go through with it?” he asked again.

“Sure and I’m not nervous. I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” I retorted.

I stood there like a statue staring at the cozy bed. Then I looked around the room and imagine myself being his partner, immediately I felt at ease. Hmm…sometimes a little imagination helps. I skipped towards the bed and plonked myself like I just made a homerun.

He smiled.

“Aha, now you’re making yourself really comfy, eh?” he winked.

He instantaneously joined me, offered me a drink and sipped his coke. Once he was done with it, he put it on the beside table and turned to me. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked.

“Did it stop you the first time?” I replied.

Then he kissed me. For a long time.

He stopped to give me a long look.

“What is something wrong?” I enquired.

He smiled and bent down to kiss me again. It was a nice kiss. His lips were thin but soft and his tongue met mine half way. Slowly he lowered down to my neck and up again. I could feel his hardness way down there.

His hands wandered around my breast and I silently begged for him to strip me. As if reading my mind, he kneeled upwards took off his shirt and pulled up my dress. He proceeded to kiss me again as his hands cruised my body as if searching for lost treasure.

When he found ‘em and slipped it off me. I looked at him and said “I’m going to take of your pants now. I want you inside of me.”

Without saying a word, I led myself to his buckle and zipper; stripping him silly. I felt like a little girl being all excited opening her Christmas presents. It was indeed felt like it was Christmas because the thing that sprang out of his pants was even better than what I expected. Talk about having your wish come true.

We both smiled, satisfied with what we saw and instantly grabbing hold of each other. Savouring every inch of each other when he stood up and said, “I’m going to put on a condom.” Not only he was sweet but considerate too.

“Sure” I said, hardly hearing myself.

When he returned, he climbed on top of me and slide his ever delicious cock into me. Hitting the jackpot, I moaned out loud as he began riding me. Nothing has ever felt so good. It was purely conventional, the sex we had. Both he and I didn’t mind it at all.

In the end, without planning we both orgasmed together. He held me tight all night while begging me not to leave.

I waited until he dozed off before writing him a note telling him I had to go but will be back in a couple of hours and he’ll have me all to himself for the next few days.

Special Entre

The beginning of new things to come. As cliche as it sounds, everyday is a new beginning if you think about it. You never know what’s gonna happen, even in the next 10 minutes.

I gotta admit when it comes to blogging, this isn’t my first time. I felt I needed a little bit more breathing space in terms of expressing myself. There’s bound to be someone asking if I was okay after reading my blog. Not that I don’t appreciate not being cared for, somehow sometimes I just need to rant, no questions asked. Hence, this blog. I don’t need to worry about people text messaging me asking if everything was alright or if I wanted to talk about it. If I did, I would have said something already. So I’d rather you comment here and if you don’t know who I am, even better.

I am aware than keeping my anonymity has its’ consequences later but I really don’t care. I just need a little privacy where no one knows my name or how I look like. It’s all about my individual choice of being discreet and blogging about my life through my eyes, pen down to words.

So about what you need to do when you’re here:
1. Read what I had to say about my day or my feelings about something.
2. If you thought it was a tacky post, be my guest to leave by clicking the ‘x’ on your top right corner of your screen.
3. But if you think that my post was thought provoking and you wanted to put your 2 cents worth, please do so by clicking on add a comment.
4. On the other hand, if my post made you want to grab a box of tissue, you’re also free to do so.
5. However, if you decide to insult or make any lewd comments to any of my other commenters or myself. I suggest you fuck off.
6. If you considered that last statement was rude. Again, fuck off.
7. One thing you really should know about me is that I am a very nice person. (unless provoked)
8. If you wanted to link me, I’d appreciate it if you let me know by emailing me at venusdldiosa [a] gmail [dot] com

With this I hope you enjoy my blog, although this is a special entre post.