The ride of your life

Does anyone else find the tube in London slightly arousing? Particularly when you are exchanging eye contact with a hot girl/guy?

Today's shopping list

• Lingerie so sexy that I can seduce without touch
• Black cute beanie hat I can hide under when it's raining
• Some sexy winter shoes with at least a 3 inch heel
• Dark red nail varnish

7Ps

Passion: I live every day with passion, I am a fiery girl so passion comes with the territory.

Purpose: To provide happiness to every one I love.

Pursuit: Eternal happiness and the need to feel constantly wanted.

Position: Doggie but with my head resting on the pillow so everything is on full display.

Pummelling: I love a bit of it.

Progress: Still working on that one.

Personality: Fiery, determined, self-conscious, needy but loving.

Now, your turn.

City Girl "Does" Porn

I wonder how many woman watch porn on a regular basis? I've bought my first porn DVD, it's quite soft but does the trick. It's generally thought of to be a male trait, secretly watching porn with a sock and some tissues... but now there is much more available on the market which is aimed at women.

Most women don't talk about anal, let alone mention the fact that they like it. We don't talk about porn, we don't talk about vibrators (even though nearly every woman I know has one!) so why are we so quiet?

Today I'm going to talk vibrators. I had a pocket vibrator which was good but it's stopped working, I've got my money's worth out of it ;) It's slimline girth and length but did the job. So I've started looking for a replacement. I've seen 6 Rabbits available and I love the look of them all. I have placed an order and am looking forward to it's test drive.

Many girlfriends feel that porn is like their boyfriends cheating on them. What would a boyfriend think if he caught his girlfriend playing with herself watching porn? He'd love it, and probably join in.

Come on girls. Speak up!

Sex... continued

Following on from last week's orgasmic week, I can safely say that this weekend was a bit of a let down. Saturday he was too tired and yesterday he insisted we have a bath and get in bed first.

WTF.

He made up for it by waking me up at 2 a.m. last night and again this morning. But really, too tired? Oldest trick in the book.

That's entertainment!!!

Ok, here's my claim to fame. This morning as I was arriving late to work, I was stunned to see Paul Weller walking towards me, he then proceeded to chat me up. Wooooooooooop. Yes, little me, getting compliments from a celebrity. What a confidence boost. You may think he's getting on a bit now but I liked him anyway and he is much better looking in the flesh.

Oh, and definitely staying a brilliant brunette now - only because PW likes it.

Ok.....

....... now I'm just going on about it. I can't stop. I've read some really interesting posts today. One was about how women love anal sex, but won't admit it. The other was about how a man could convince his girlfriend on how to have a threesome. Found them all very interesting, and the last quite manipulative - which is why I like it. Everyone loves a bit of manipulation, don't they?

Today's email snap-shot

From: Friend at Work
To: City Girl
Subject: RE:
Don’t be wicked – may the Lord strike you down in your Gucci heels next time you are trying to run in them haha!
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From: City Girl
To: Friend at Work
Subject: RE:

Oh yeah I think I read that in a mag not long ago.
Us beautiful people should not be subjected to having to look at these strange people though. They should be locked away in a dark room somewhere.
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From: Friend at Work
To: City Girl
Subject: RE:

I cooked when I got in, from more shopping after work, then I watched a programme about a woman with giant legs in the Extraordinary People series – it was so distressing! She’s really really skinny – I think she weighed 20kg – 15kg being her legs alone!
x
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From: City Girl
To: Friend at Work
Subject:

Last night, after my storm down the road, I RAN down to the tube and thankfully made my train - phew. Running in those heels was a good workout for my thighs, even if I did look stupid.
How was your evening? We had dinner then watched Katie & Peter. Love that show. x

Hellooooooooooo?

Is anyone reading this?

The Horn Pt. III

It still hasn't disappeared. Boyfriend came home relatively early last night, and he beat the night before in terms of performance and the end result was phenomenal!!! I even partook in some action without Boyfriend.

How on earth am I going to get rid of this? I don't want to get to Pt. IV. Is this a healthy obsession?

The Horn Pt II.

Following on from yesterday's post, by the time I got home at 8 p.m., the horn I had during the day was now raging. I undressed on the train home (obviously without prying eyes) and was wearing my lacy set of black underwear underneath my trench coat and I had nipped it in at the waist so I looked pretty damn sexy with just a coat and a pair of heels, running out of the train station in the rain, and I felt sexy too.

Boyfriend was waiting for me at the station and I jumped in the car. He immediately put his hands all over me and discovered the lack of clothes underneath my coat.

Needless to say, after a hot steamy 30 minutes in the car, I finally got home. I had a lovely evening and was really satisfied.

The problem being - this morning, I woke up in the same predicament as yesterday. Boyfriend is out tonight so I'm going to have to be a good girl and wait. Or play alone.

Tick tock........

The Horn

I have a bad case of the horn today. I had amazing sex last night and can't stop thinking about repeating it tonight. But now I'm sitting at my desk at work, and the only thing on my mind is having sex. I can't get the picture out of my head.

So I've sent Boyfriend a dirty message, hoping for a reply so I can get myself off -sex Sex SEX!!!

Car crash

I guess you are wondering the main reasons I write my thoughts down. Well, type them. I've been through a lot in the last 6 months and find writing helps me clear out my brain of the million thoughts that buzz around all at once. I feel like I've been driving around at 100 mph for a long time and I've just crashed into a brick wall. My ferrari is wrecked.

It doesn't seem very real when I write these problems down, but here are my list of woes.

1. Loss of two unborn babies since April. No longer trying.
2. Lack of communication with Boyfriend. Trying to fix.
3. Grandad diagnosed with lung cancer. Biopsy next week.
4. Severe insecurities.

Well there you go. I think I'm going to write about each of these in a seperate blog, once I've figures out what I'm going to say. But for today, I'll write about number 2.

It's been building for weeks, has not been the same since number 1 happened in April. I lost our baby through miscarriage and had to undergo an operation at the hospital, that same day I had planned to move into his house as we were living apart and thought since I was pregnant, it was a good idea to get settled together before the baby came. But, obviously, it hasn't worked out like that. I fell pregnant two months later and lost that one too. Decided to leave it until we were settled, emotionally and financially and concentrate on our careers and save up for a house together. At the moment, I live in his house. I feel (even though this may sound harsh) that we are living under forced committment. If I had not have fallen pregnant then we would definitely not be living together. Most of our arguments consist of me not doing enough housework and him not paying me enough attention. It all came to rear it's ugly head again last night.

We were arguing at 2 a.m.. We were tired. Talked things through and fell asleep in his arms. Woke up and left him with a kiss but no conversation as I left the house much earlier for work than him this morning. I want to get home and see him tonight, and just enjoy his company.

I feel emotional, unworthy, tired, and unappreciated. But I do love him.

That was bleak. See, I told you I had mood swings.

Spurs

Ok, after 2 days I am ready to talk. After Spurs' dismal performance (needless to say) I was in a bad mood, but to go home and be in bed by midnight (I had to be up at 6!) and then to be woken up by 'Boyfriend' who rolled in at 3 a.m. - after being at the game - waking me up, drunk, and chatting rubbish, I was not impressed.

So this Thursday we're playing in Europe against Wisla Krakow and Boyf is going, but I am not. I am expecting some more annoying behaviour. I am pleased however to have the house to myself and have my sisters over for dinner.

I will be going to the home game this Sunday though. Wigan. Please god, bless us with 3 points. The hanging rope is looking more and more tempting.

Up the spurs.

Meeeeeeeeeee

I am interested to note how my mood swings on this blog. From one minute being incredibly happy and the next feeling the opposite.

Right now - on the scale - with 1 feeling like one of Amy Winehouse's trips, and 10 feeling like Will Self on a come down - I feel like a.............................. 3, which, I'd say, is equivalent to the feeling Victoria Beckham gets when she buys yet another pair of Christian LaBoutin shoes.

Car Problems? What car problems?

So, I get to the train station this morning in a rush as usual, and realise I've forgotten my season ticket so I go back home, and obviously I've missed the train by this point. I'm driving like a zombie, so tired zzzzzzzzzzz, then think I'll just take the morning off. Now which excuse is best - train was cancelled, pp (period pains for those that don't take advantage of being a woman!) or car problems. I opt for car problems. The office think I am waiting for the AA but in fact I am rolling around with my boyfriend under the duvet for a good 30 minutes, get up, feed the ducks, have breakfast, have a shower and get ready. It's now 10:30. Time to finally make a move. I get to work and blame the problem on the alternator and make up some fictitious story about how the car conked out, blah blah, called the AA, blah etc and got a later train into work. I got in this afternoon at 12:45 feeling relaxed and refreshed.

Wish I could do this every day.

You shall go to the ball

Is it really so wrong for a girl to want to be treated like a princess? Ok I don't need a foot massage, or for him to do the cooking every night, but what I do want is for him to show a bit more affection, rather than a text message saying 'what do you want for dinner?'. Give me attention god damn it.

Well, clearly as my last post points out - I am an attention whore.

I want the world...

Ok, I've just had this youtube clip sent to me from my sister. She says there is an uncanny likeness.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU7nG3KvZDA

Enjoy. I certainly did.

Nightmare on Elm... ahem - Wall Street.

With Wall Street's big banks filing for bankrupcy and being taken over, it makes me think... I work in a small firm in the Corporate sector, close to the City but who really knows that their job is safe? With the credit crunch and firms being tighter than ever, how do you obtain job security?

I'm starting by pulling my socks up. I need to convince these hot shots that I am a valuable member of staff that cannot be replaced. I'm going to ask for extra training, work late etc - basically be an office bod. Those pictures of the Lehman Brothers staff carrying boxes from their office was pretty disturbing really.

However, whilst I'm working my arse off to earn my wages and make a good PA. Do I really want to work for a middle-aged, balding, slightly eccentric man who barks orders at me all day, and shouts at me when he loses something or his computer crashes etc?

Do I want to be brave and jump in at the deep end with a business idea of my own??

Blogging about blogging...

Writing can say a lot about how you are feeling at the time, especially if you write off-the-cuff - which I do all of the time - and I don't think too much about it. I started writing my thoughts down in May this year after I went through a tough experience and I've found it very therapeutic. So I thought I would start blogging, and publish my inner most secret thoughts and opinions, see if anyone agrees with me or if I'm any good at writing at all. I'd like to see if I could get some kind of small fan base or not!! I've got so much to talk about. Today though, my thoughts turn to football... I'm going to the Spurs v Villa game tonight, straight from work. I'm a Park Lane season ticket holder and thought I'd write you something from a girl's point of view. I missed the Sunderland game so this is my first home league game of the season, I came up to the Roma friendly, we looked really good then, we didn't look like we had the usual pre-season problems after bringing in a lot of new players, we looked settled and up for it. We had a lot of hard workers that day - and a 5-0 win wasn't bad either. But now with the departure of our two (of the most unloyal) strikers and a few more new faces, I can't wait to see the new look. We've started poorly (again) – and in my opinion it's pretty much down to the transfer window closing after the season started. Berbatov unsettled us a lot. Ramos moaned a bit about this, but we were still late in buying a few players and missed out. I'm hoping now all the dust has settled, we'll start playing proper football. Zakora playing in defence was never going to work and now the team bus is full.... well I am keeping my fingers crossed, we'll do well tonight. Although I have a sneaking suspicion it could be a bore draw. It's the same old stuff with Spurs fans: "This'll be our year" repeats over and over in our heads. So: a typical girl's worries when going to a football match consist of: my 30 min tube ride, 10 min bus ride and a 15 min walk after the game, including the hike up the steps into the ground and jumping around for 90 minutes. All in kitten heels, oops. I'm going to enjoy the beautiful game, wearing beautiful shoes. COYS.