<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:27:46.216-08:00</updated><category term='toys and equipment'/><category term='dating progress report'/><category term='lingerie'/><category term='engineering love'/><category term='Decorating the Boudoir'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='resources'/><category term='tips'/><category term='tactics'/><category term='adultry'/><category term='kinky sex'/><category term='mistress'/><category term='about having an affair'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='humour'/><category term='seduction'/><category term='men who cheat'/><category term='dating'/><category term='sources'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='jealously'/><category term='on being the other woman'/><category term='Dressing to please a man'/><title type='text'>The Tart's Boudoir / Tale of the other woman</title><subtitle type='html'>Diary of my affair with a married man and of being an erotic woman in her forties trying to find love and happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-518981802554360614</id><published>2008-04-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:51:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for a soul mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Not much surprises me anymore. Yet I find myself amazed at the number of guys coming out of long term marriages with kids talking about looking for their soul mate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mike 53 - married 31 years 4 kids wants to feel alive and find his soul mate &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;readyman 46- married 16 years, 2 kids - marriage made him boring and he was turning into an old fart and wants his life back &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tony_bc 41- marriage 7 years, 3 kids - looking for his soul mate and some one who likes the same things as him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;deerek - 45 married 12 years, 2 kids - looking for soul mate amd wants his life back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;james 145 42 - married 10 years, 1 kid - looking for soul mate who wants to have fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;geroryboy - married 11 years - wants to fee love again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keith 54 - married 18 years, 3 kids - looking for soul mate and love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scottac - married 15 years, no kids - looking for fun and to feel loved again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;funky_druman - married 12 years, 2 kids - looking for soul mate and life partner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't believe in soul mates. The notion that there is this one perfect person for us. I have met lots of guys I could have had a relationship with and married. I have been in love. What I am looking for is some one I can't live without. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-518981802554360614?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/518981802554360614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=518981802554360614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/518981802554360614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/518981802554360614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/04/searching-for-soul-mate.html' title='Searching for a soul mate'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2645551620580747253</id><published>2008-04-01T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:28:57.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice husband?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R_Ko2MDe-lI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FH12fxAF32o/s1600-h/spouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R_Ko2MDe-lI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FH12fxAF32o/s400/spouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391769959103058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy came over last night. I was tired and really wanted to go to bed early but he was insistant. "I just want to see you and give you a kiss goodnight." What he really wanted was a blow job and to fuck me. "Please let me fuck you and then you can finish me off by sucking my dick." I have no idea why I obliged. A year ago he was a dream man. He was gorgeous, successful and a good husband. Or so it seemed when you are peeking over the picket fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night with his dick peeking out of his trousers and him pushing his cock into my mouth while his wife is eagerly awaiting him he is my worst nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday left a bitter taste in mouth. I was out as usual. On Friday he was out with his wife and by both accounts they had a great night out. So what is going on his mind when sitting next to his wife on the journey home and he is texting his mistress to end the night with her (me)? Sex obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a lying, dirty, cheating, rat to be sitting next to his wife playing the loving husband when he is up to something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I asked him about it and he batted his eyes in a playful manner and just tried to gloss over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for his wife. His days with me are numbered. His days as a cheater are far from over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2645551620580747253?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2645551620580747253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2645551620580747253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2645551620580747253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2645551620580747253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-nice-husband.html' title='What a nice husband?'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R_Ko2MDe-lI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FH12fxAF32o/s72-c/spouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5261736928088086105</id><published>2008-03-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:49:55.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><title type='text'>A man pleaser?</title><content type='html'>Mad Men, the new American tv show portrays advertising in the 50's and provides an interesting comparison for women now. The women in the show are a mix of pre-feminist stereotypes - socially ambitious secretaries, the perfect stay-at-home wives and the free spirited mistresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further back there were the Geishas and Tanyu of Japan who were celebrated by men and treated with indifference by wives. Never mind that most didn't choose that lifestyle but were sold by their parents as children. Surely it wasn't normal for women not to be married and have children? They were fashionistas and free spirits. In their world they were independent and although they were artisans first they were also business women. At a time when women didn't work or own business they did. In the flower and willow world they owned the Geisha houses, Geisha schools, agencies and tea houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the saying the more things change the more they stay the same. Now books like the Domestic Godess and shops like Cath Kidson are supposed to be ironic. Ironic really? Is ironing, cleaning and looking after kids ironic too? Is it ironic that I have ended up a mistress? How did it come to that? I chose freedom, a career and no kids but I still beleived that I would marry for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mad Men Mrs Don Drapper says to the secretary without a hint of irony "you probably know him more than I do" as she sits there waiting for him with her brood. Later she says to her friend "I really expect the royal treatment when I walk into his office (by the other staff)... but it's like walking into another country where I don't speak the language".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny I faced this same senario. My boss's wife came in with their two kids to pick him (he was taking the afternoon off) and sat at his desk while he was in a meeting. She looked at me as if to say 'look after them (her children)' while she went to the washroom. She acted really smug as if to say 'I am the boss's wife'. Damn girl are you delusional or what? The man is an idiot. A skirt chasing idiot that catches no one try as he might though. He's a pig who is on his way out and the sooner the better. He eats lunch with no one. She came back and I did my best to try to look busy. I later chatted to my co-workers about it. Whether she is the wife of the CEO or the wife of the janitor to us her status is the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a top 5 London ad agency that could give Mad Men a run for the title. In fact Loverboy works there. He of course is not the only one screwing around on his wife. It is still the done thing don't you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only really difference between then and now is fashion. The creatives now are a scruffy looking lot. On a night out the best they can hope for is for some one to mistake them for the foul-mouthed fame seekers Tower of London. Everything else is the same including their over importance about what they do. They've modernised nothing. In fact the agency I am mentioning is only just embracing the digital age and putting in an inhouse web team. It is fraught with pain and drama. Never mind that else where the internet is worth billions and billions and people behave like grown ups. They are insisting they do it their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn anyone who gets in their way. Point this out to them and you are shown the door by the head gimp in his long greasy hair, black jeans and converse trainers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be scarier greasy-boy's wife or his mistress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5261736928088086105?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5261736928088086105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5261736928088086105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5261736928088086105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5261736928088086105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-pleaser.html' title='A man pleaser?'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5965157918361293327</id><published>2008-03-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:24:36.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Nothing Strange About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R-_MtcDe-kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TYAg_kn4QTU/s1600-h/beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R-_MtcDe-kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TYAg_kn4QTU/s400/beaver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183586777123715650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5965157918361293327?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5965157918361293327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5965157918361293327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5965157918361293327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5965157918361293327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-strange-about-it.html' title='Nothing Strange About It'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R-_MtcDe-kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TYAg_kn4QTU/s72-c/beaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2501955257635409875</id><published>2008-03-30T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:18:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--vVMDe-jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G--YFhv4S0I/s1600-h/2641-ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--vVMDe-jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G--YFhv4S0I/s400/2641-ml.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183554474674682418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2501955257635409875?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2501955257635409875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2501955257635409875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2501955257635409875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2501955257635409875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--vVMDe-jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G--YFhv4S0I/s72-c/2641-ml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-568727595489218453</id><published>2008-03-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:43:02.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy candle found at Waitrose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--YQ8De-hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iZzpQ7cW_pg/s1600-h/jasminewild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--YQ8De-hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iZzpQ7cW_pg/s400/jasminewild.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183529112892799506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell is amazing and very sexy. Wild Jasmine is one of the flowers proven to stimulate erotic feelings. Bring it on. Naturally I have added these to the weekly shop. I have found that it is so strong I can just burn it a few minutes at a time even when the windows are open. I like a nice background scent but not something that is overpowering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-568727595489218453?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/568727595489218453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=568727595489218453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/568727595489218453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/568727595489218453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/sexy-candle-found-at-waitrose.html' title='Sexy candle found at Waitrose'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--YQ8De-hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iZzpQ7cW_pg/s72-c/jasminewild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3195523749243667830</id><published>2008-03-30T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:32:13.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the difference between your wife, your girlfriend and your mistress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--WScDe-fI/AAAAAAAAANw/JlW0amidJ_8/s1600-h/VS6H8785%2520flat%2520Janet%2520Reger%2520Ivory%2520Marine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--WScDe-fI/AAAAAAAAANw/JlW0amidJ_8/s400/VS6H8785%2520flat%2520Janet%2520Reger%2520Ivory%2520Marine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183526939639347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Girlfriend says, "Aren't you done yet?"&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Your mistress says, "You're done already?"&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Your wife says, "I think I'll paint the kitchen beige."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3195523749243667830?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3195523749243667830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3195523749243667830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3195523749243667830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3195523749243667830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-difference-between-your-wife-your.html' title='What&apos;s the difference between your wife, your girlfriend and your mistress?'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R--WScDe-fI/AAAAAAAAANw/JlW0amidJ_8/s72-c/VS6H8785%2520flat%2520Janet%2520Reger%2520Ivory%2520Marine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-410214754531267291</id><published>2008-03-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:16:27.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Sex the marital way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R-6K38De-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/vQA4u3RAsL8/s1600-h/sexnotdistubr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R-6K38De-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/vQA4u3RAsL8/s400/sexnotdistubr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183232914768198114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got properly fucked. Generally he is not that big on fucking. Loverboy has had he cock in me before. He likes playing a lot more with includes having me suck him off. Regular sex is what he does with his wife. At one point he told me that he didn't consider playing properly cheating. But last night he was begging me to let him fuck me (make love to me). His wife had gone to bed and I was left alone with him in the living room again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His erection went on forever and he was really me fucking me hard. I was trying to restrain myself from making too much noise. He felt so great it was hard to control myself. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An unexpected end to an evening at the theatre and the post theatre meal. I was expecting to just go home. He was the furthest thing from my mind. I was busy discussing with my friend how fabulous the restaurant was and the show. It was great evening out. Just as we were finishing we decided to share a taxi to Waterloo as we could both easily catch our trains there in plenty of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed my friend good night and walked down to the end of platform and passed the time by reading my program. I barely looked up as the train arrived. I boarded the train and was walking down the carriage to a grab a seat by the window. When I heard a familar voice calling my name I turned to see Loverboy sitting with his wife. I accepted the invite to join them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As agreed I would text message my earlier friend to confirm I caught the train ok. I looked down at my phone and noticed an incomming text message from Loverboy, "Hi gorgeous I am on the train sitting on the last carriage". He had expected to meet me. Both of them were quite tipsy. His wife was even falling asleep as he was making googly eyes at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At then came the invite for a night cap. Of course I knew what that would mean. However after not seeing him for a week I gave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly not seeing me has had an impact on him too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-410214754531267291?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/410214754531267291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=410214754531267291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/410214754531267291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/410214754531267291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-night-i-got-properly-fucked.html' title='Sex the marital way'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R-6K38De-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/vQA4u3RAsL8/s72-c/sexnotdistubr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6265427856199684161</id><published>2008-03-06T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:45:44.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating the Boudoir'/><title type='text'>Sexiest cushions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://secretsoftheboudoir.co.uk/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=90"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174737662849339346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R9BcfMf4T9I/AAAAAAAAANg/I2RQ0c5kJQU/s400/GCWtiecushion_s_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love these - just ordered two from &lt;a href="http://secretsoftheboudoir.co.uk/"&gt;Secrets of the Boudoir &lt;/a&gt;for £150 each in pure silk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6265427856199684161?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6265427856199684161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6265427856199684161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6265427856199684161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6265427856199684161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/sexiest-cushions.html' title='Sexiest cushions'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R9BcfMf4T9I/AAAAAAAAANg/I2RQ0c5kJQU/s72-c/GCWtiecushion_s_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6595948303998553001</id><published>2008-03-06T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:58:54.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><title type='text'>"My X broke my dick"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R9BZJcf4T8I/AAAAAAAAANY/iCEaOQi2Exc/s1600-h/nihil34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R9BZJcf4T8I/AAAAAAAAANY/iCEaOQi2Exc/s400/nihil34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174733990652301250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in touch with an old flame or rather spark and I must admit interest is there. But now another spanner seems to have been tossed into the mix. He came out and said his X broke his dick.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appartently he was on the bottom and his wife was riding him when she slipped and missed.  His dick was injured. When torn blood vessels heal cartilage develops and can cause a kink so now he is truly kinky.  It can go away on its own i 2-3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are things that can be done to straighten it but as he says he is not using it is not an immediate problem. Plus he also said that he prefers 'play' to actual sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar but not sure it is the kind of play loverboy and I get up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6595948303998553001?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6595948303998553001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6595948303998553001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6595948303998553001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6595948303998553001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-x-broke-my-dick.html' title='&quot;My X broke my dick&quot;'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R9BZJcf4T8I/AAAAAAAAANY/iCEaOQi2Exc/s72-c/nihil34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5499828265501047622</id><published>2008-02-10T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:28:17.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R69sYmbJICI/AAAAAAAAANA/iKEHdY6W5yM/s1600-h/37-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R69sYmbJICI/AAAAAAAAANA/iKEHdY6W5yM/s400/37-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165466467504300066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5499828265501047622?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5499828265501047622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5499828265501047622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5499828265501047622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5499828265501047622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R69sYmbJICI/AAAAAAAAANA/iKEHdY6W5yM/s72-c/37-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-346469286491801843</id><published>2008-02-10T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:49:31.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R69xYWbJIEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60KYi4XflxY/s1600-h/cupid-psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R69xYWbJIEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60KYi4XflxY/s400/cupid-psyche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165471960767471682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I looked at the world through rose tinted glasses. On the days leading up to Valentine's Day the rose tint strengthened and everything seemed romantic. I spent money on romatic accessories for my home - lights with hearts on a sting were place in the fire place mantle. I bought cented candles, pink champagne, bubble bath, chocolates, cupcakes, flowers, roses, orchids, and beautiful accessories. On Valentine's day my house has a beautiful and romantic glow. No guy ever came close to making Valentine's Day special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I got flowers and on one occasion roses. I also got stuffed animals carrying hearts. Cards of course and one occasion I also got a cheap box of chocolates in a heart shaped box. If course dinner in a restaurant was the norm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think back what was missing was true romance. I wanted a trail of petals and to be awed and surpised. What I got was like they ticked off the script. Card check, flowers - these will do, dinner yup - done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy and I have plans to get together on Valentines and I joked, "Please don't pile up the usual mountain of presents and flowers. I only have a small house and it so hard every year to find room for everything!" His repsonse was that us seeing each other should be enough. He doesn't like to be told when he should be romantic just because it says so on he calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my self a nice box of heart shaped chocs in purple foil, a lipstick red orchid, a bottle of pink champagne and candles. The heart shapped lights are out on the fireplace hearth and the lounge looks like a nice romantic haven. In the bedroom are the purple silk sheets and champagne pink throw with roses by the table lamp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day will be romantic come hell or high water. Even if it is just something I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-346469286491801843?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/346469286491801843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=346469286491801843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/346469286491801843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/346469286491801843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R69xYWbJIEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60KYi4XflxY/s72-c/cupid-psyche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8655873737872778635</id><published>2008-02-03T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:59:36.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><title type='text'>I think I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R6YAp45VL0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QaqTqK81IQ8/s1600-h/heartpain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162814742474338114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R6YAp45VL0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QaqTqK81IQ8/s400/heartpain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't possibly love a cheater could I? Have I allowed myself to fall in love with a guy who sneaks around on his wife having trysts with me while his wife is slaving to keeep a nice home and have everything perfect? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard his criticism of her and cringed. I heard him yelling at her and ordering her to go to bed so he could get me alone. She complained to me on more than one occasion that their sex life is non existent and he never touches her anymore despite her remaining fit and attractive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wondering if he has OCPD? Obessive Compulsive Personality Disorder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll bet she doesn't get text messages saying, 'Good morning gorgeous' or 'Hi Sexy'. Ever stolen moment he can find is with me. We went for a long leisurely walk and lunch on Friday. No sex. Just talking and being friends. He has been feeling down about work lately and I have been there for a hug and a cuddle. He told me he wants us always to be friends and that he never wants to lose me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this isn't the same thing as being marriage material. How could it be when I am his 'fun' buddy while his wife is slaving her ass off? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As his wife she is accountable to a much higher standard than me. My house is far less conventional and tidy. They both make good money but money is tightly controlled. In fact I am now being to expect that he is a bit of a control freak! I got a text message that because he walked home in the freezing cold the money he saved paid for his fish and chips!! He asked to borrow my travel card on the day I wasn't using it to save another £10? I don't even think of these things. He talks about their finances a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Image is everything to him and he is very meticulous as to how he will look if it all comes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know more about their financial status then I do them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One minute I can feel myself falling in love with him and wishing there was something more. The next minute I am getting "danger danger"... and the urge to back away slowly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8655873737872778635?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8655873737872778635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8655873737872778635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8655873737872778635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8655873737872778635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-i-love-you.html' title='I think I love you'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R6YAp45VL0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QaqTqK81IQ8/s72-c/heartpain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3046829226714051915</id><published>2008-01-24T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:25:50.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Pamela Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5uXN45VLyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tHhl8feYLWo/s1600-h/anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ye Gods! On the heals of other celebs into the design market heads a silicone and bleached sex icon into the world of lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Anderson known more for being tasteless rather than tasteful wants to introduce women into wearing things she and her friends like to wear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She says, “I am going to sit back and create a line of lingerie and body&lt;br /&gt;products, products that are really sexy and things that I love to wear and my&lt;br /&gt;friends love to wear. I also want to do a show about creating those&lt;br /&gt;things.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Personally I think she should try bringing a touch of glamour to her own everyday life and keep her smalls out of my panty drawer. I certainly don't want her touching my privates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3046829226714051915?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3046829226714051915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3046829226714051915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3046829226714051915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3046829226714051915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/pamela-anderson.html' title='Pamela Anderson'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1141227697997079105</id><published>2008-01-24T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:00:24.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>A little bit of humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5jSHY5VLxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/h5xEsjAWeLA/s1600-h/men%2Bare%2Blike%2Bvideos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159104397536734994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5jSHY5VLxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/h5xEsjAWeLA/s400/men%2Bare%2Blike%2Bvideos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1141227697997079105?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1141227697997079105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1141227697997079105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1141227697997079105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1141227697997079105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-bit-of-humour.html' title='A little bit of humour'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5jSHY5VLxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/h5xEsjAWeLA/s72-c/men%2Bare%2Blike%2Bvideos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6657796430816514602</id><published>2008-01-22T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:54:52.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingerie'/><title type='text'>Dita Von Tease named as new face of Wonderbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5aBGydLjUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RUfg2UfWWz8/s1600-h/dita_von_teese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158452376822844738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5aBGydLjUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RUfg2UfWWz8/s400/dita_von_teese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dita Von Tease is well known for her love of retro lingerie and I have to agree with her that retro lingerie is much sexier than a thong any day. I have a complete lingerie fetish and love to dress up or rather under. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she hopes her range will bring glamour to everday lives. Jeepers who knew that everyday lives didn't include glamour already??? Show me a woman with an 'everyday life' and I will show you a glamour puss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6657796430816514602?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6657796430816514602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6657796430816514602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6657796430816514602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6657796430816514602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/dita-von-tease-named-as-new-face-of.html' title='Dita Von Tease named as new face of Wonderbra'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5aBGydLjUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RUfg2UfWWz8/s72-c/dita_von_teese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7254660224542128800</id><published>2008-01-22T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:59:36.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing to please a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>La Senza Valentine's Day Pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Z9kydLjSI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-paM0zvTK4/s1600-h/S608_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448494172409122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Z9kydLjSI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-paM0zvTK4/s400/S608_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Z9tidLjTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zd9eB3fuK-k/s1600-h/s608_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448644496264498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Z9tidLjTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zd9eB3fuK-k/s400/s608_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Senza has this gorgeous 100% silk set on sale. Perfect for Valentine's Day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7254660224542128800?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7254660224542128800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7254660224542128800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7254660224542128800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7254660224542128800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-senza.html' title='La Senza Valentine&apos;s Day Pick'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Z9kydLjSI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-paM0zvTK4/s72-c/S608_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8844629200151505388</id><published>2008-01-22T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:13:00.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing to please a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Tapping into my Eternal Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eternalspirits.com/?q=node/9120#"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158376669434317986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Y8QCdLjKI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qb6MmZX_kaQ/s400/STRIPTEASE_008-B_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158379319429139634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Y-qSdLjLI/AAAAAAAAALM/PA7tuljUxhY/s400/bubblegum-001-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am loving these playfull nickers by &lt;a href="http://www.eternalspirits.com/"&gt;Eternal Spirit&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bedroom they bring out my playful side and make me feel like a burlesque star. The matching corsets are divine as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Order online from their &lt;a href="http://www.eternalspirits.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; or check for stockists near you. There are located in Nottingham so lucky anyone who lives near as their flagship store looks marvelous!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring on Playtime!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8844629200151505388?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8844629200151505388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8844629200151505388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8844629200151505388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8844629200151505388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/tapping-into-my-eternal-spirit.html' title='Tapping into my Eternal Spirit'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Y8QCdLjKI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qb6MmZX_kaQ/s72-c/STRIPTEASE_008-B_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4604644136182269515</id><published>2008-01-20T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:46:53.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>When he doesn't leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PL2idLizI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FyK7-lQuOjs/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157690136091921202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PL2idLizI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FyK7-lQuOjs/s320/kids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have been reading your blog for awhile now. I am also seeing a married man and have been for 3 years now. He promised to leave his wife after 1 year but that was two years ago and he is now saying he can't leave because his kids are not 'robust' enough. I know he loves me. But it is hard knowing he shares a beautiful home, 2 kids and all the holiday with his wife playing happy families while I am left out in the cold. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Stuckpeg&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I do sympathize I really do. My own emotions are waxing and waning. Some days I find myself hoping for more and hoping LOverboy will leave but then I got into my relationship as just a temporary fling so that is unrealistic and I remind myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't pin your hopes on him - remind yourself of his faults including being a lying cheat!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date other men - go to single events, sign up to &lt;a href="http://www.dinnerdates.com/"&gt;Dinnerdates.com&lt;/a&gt;, internet dating and make youself available - Let him know he is not the only game in town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make plans for holidays - Do something outrageous like trying skydiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beware the mind poo - don't think about him when he is not arround&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't try to guess his thoughts men who cheat are selfish by nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He lies to you and he lies to her so don't fall for his excuses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind yourself that what he tells you about their relationship is not necessarily true&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be independent and only see him when it suits you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be fabulous, sexy beautiful and unobtainable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be funny, charming and light around him. Do not make demands of any kind and that includes asking him when he will leave his wife. Don't let your life revolve around his. Do as you please and let him to the chasing. Chasing him will make him retreat. By dating and living your own life he may feel you are slipping away and leave his wife. But he will only leave if he is ready to do so. You cannot change this. But by living your own life you will be less hurt and not feel as though your life is on hold. You may also meet some one more deserving of your love and end it of your own accord. He may not be totally happy in his marriage but married life still has a powerful hold on most men. It is usally the wife that starts the divorce process. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lady Salacity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4604644136182269515?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4604644136182269515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4604644136182269515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4604644136182269515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4604644136182269515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-courtesan-i-have-been-reading-your.html' title='When he doesn&apos;t leave'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PL2idLizI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FyK7-lQuOjs/s72-c/kids2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2140878688707284863</id><published>2008-01-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:51:36.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Grass is green and so is jealously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4-8GidLixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mNKzgJSs5is/s1600-h/Grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156546918876941074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4-8GidLixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mNKzgJSs5is/s320/Grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loverboy and I have had a few more opportunities than usual and spoken to each other daily as well as seeing each other all but one day. A lot of our time is spent having sex. However we do a fair amount of talking. This week we met for a drink and rode home together in a taxi chatting away. I tell him about my dating progress, the old boyfriend that crawled out the woodwork, my work, what my plans are for the week, what his plans are for the week, things in the news, the weather and anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything except his relationship with his wife. I don't ask. In part because I fear the answer. I suspect it is going well and things are good at the moment. All the signs are there. They are planning their vacations for this year. He is talking about his promotion and thinking to the future when they might be able to afford a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no plans. The closest we have to a plan is date when he thinks his wife will be out. Nothing is certain. I have no plans. I would love a bigger house but I can't afford it on my own. I would love to travel but I hate the idea of travelling on my own. I have plans to out with friends but that is all part of my regular routine. When you are single and live alone you go out for the sake of going out. It is hardly a special occasion.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4-7VidLiwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2kU7jTakT9Y/s1600-h/grass_by_conformity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special occasion for me was when he carried my bag of garbage down to the street for me. The grass is always greener....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2140878688707284863?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2140878688707284863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2140878688707284863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2140878688707284863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2140878688707284863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/grass-is-green-and-so-is-jealously.html' title='Grass is green and so is jealously'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4-8GidLixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mNKzgJSs5is/s72-c/Grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8224214150585361301</id><published>2008-01-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:52:53.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><title type='text'>It's complicated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SHjidLi9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/QbRS10QJHeU/s1600-h/millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SHjidLi9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/QbRS10QJHeU/s400/millionaire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157896517860428754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the old boyfriends popping up will make the married man think a bit. It is also making me think..... what if? wouldn't it be nice if? what would my life be like if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these boyfriends is worth at least £20 million and he appears interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old flame from 15 years ago and I are now chatting on a regular basis. His marriage ended in divorce and he appears to be interested in me. However, he may be just being friendly except he is way too friendly. From his photos his looks have gone seriously downhill. But he is a millionaire. He is also charming, intelligent, moral, conservative and shares several interests with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't doesn't consider me a gold digger as he and I dated before he had money. I was madly in love with him but he left me for a girl who eventually caused him a lot of hurt and embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still dateless in 2008. Events keep getting in the way. I now have a two week disruption where I am working different hours outside London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flu bug hit and I was confined to my bed. I am still seeing the married man. We are getting together for short trysts and having plenty of pervy chats. But that is not progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said his being filthy rich didn't capture my imagination. Will just have to wait and see what develops. One thing is certain no amount of money will have me rushing up the isle without LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8224214150585361301?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8224214150585361301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8224214150585361301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8224214150585361301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8224214150585361301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s complicated...'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SHjidLi9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/QbRS10QJHeU/s72-c/millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1749151491905591099</id><published>2008-01-10T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:29:51.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Dating site with a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sugardaddie.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152343666312579682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4DNRCdLimI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s0CkYKogxRM/s320/imgad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing ventured nothing gained. With a slow start to the 2008 dating calendar I need to widen the net and give my dating life a kick up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on today's agenda is registering my profile on &lt;a href="http://www.sugardaddie.com/"&gt;Sugardaddie.com&lt;/a&gt;. When pay day rolls around I will upgrade to the premium account. All my pre-Christmas shopping has a taken a dent and I promised myself I would be a good girl and not buy anything until at least February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1749151491905591099?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1749151491905591099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1749151491905591099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1749151491905591099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1749151491905591099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/dating-site-with-difference.html' title='Dating site with a difference'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4DNRCdLimI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s0CkYKogxRM/s72-c/imgad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7695925583926768804</id><published>2008-01-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:10:23.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Old boyfriends never die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SBjidLi8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q7NSN_KjGgo/s1600-h/tropica%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157889920790662082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SBjidLi8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q7NSN_KjGgo/s320/tropica%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I had two old boyfriends contact me after over 20 years. One is now "happily married" with 4 kids, big house, cottage and all the mod-cons. The other is still single and kicking back as a self made millionaire playboy on a tax free tropical island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as though my life hasn't changed. Nothing big has happened. I have changed jobs several times and moved up the ladder quite a bit. But there is nothing dramatic about 2.4% pay raises each year and a slightly fancier title. Ok I also own a house now. But it is small and in still in need of work. I have a cat now. I am still single. Still looking ultimately for the great love of my life. Still hoping for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both these guys I dumped after a few years for various reasons. I am still very certain that given the circumstances at the time I did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel like such a loser all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7695925583926768804?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7695925583926768804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7695925583926768804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7695925583926768804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7695925583926768804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-boyfriends.html' title='Old boyfriends never die'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SBjidLi8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q7NSN_KjGgo/s72-c/tropica%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8557362095388234816</id><published>2008-01-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:51:09.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Morning wake up call</title><content type='html'>On the way to work this morning I stopped by Loverboy's. He sent me a text to let me know the Mrs was gone for the day. The door was open as he said it would be. I removed my shoes and tip-toed up the stairs to find him lying naked in the marital bed. I leaned on the bed over him and kissed his lips. I lowered the cover to play with his nipples and lick them. I took turns alternating sucking each nipple. I then lowered the cover even lower and stroked his cock. I caressed his balls and massaged his inner thighs. Then I put his cock in my mouth I began to suck lowering my mouth on his cock and then raising my mouth. I increased the intensity and sucked hard. I could feel him swelling and starting to cum. I prepared myself to swallow and then he shot a big load into my mouth. I relaxed and let it all come into my mouth so I could swallow it all without choking. I swallowed his cum easily and then licked his cock as it relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him on the mouth and then I stood up to leave. He followed me to lock the door behind me. I put my shoes back on, picked up my handbag and said good bye. I continued my journey to work, having completed my morning wake up call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8557362095388234816?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8557362095388234816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8557362095388234816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8557362095388234816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8557362095388234816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/morning-taster.html' title='Morning wake up call'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8492150496567350674</id><published>2008-01-07T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:57:31.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating the Boudoir'/><title type='text'>Silk sheets proven to prevent wrinkles and increase the libido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.betweenthesheets.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152847019299801778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4KXECdLirI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JOrl-TcC7D4/s320/silk%2520pink%2520blue%2520girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After two weeks now of sleeping on pure silk sheets I am a completely converted. I want to sleep on these from now on. They feel absolutely amazing and so sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately caring for them is expensive so I probably will only use the full 100% silk set on special occasions. But because, &lt;a href="http://www.betweenthesheets.co.uk/"&gt;Between the Sheets&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;image from site&lt;/em&gt;) also sells a washable polyester version which equally feels amazing, I am going to use them for everyday use but use them with pure silk pillow cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I have learned that pure silk sheets also have health and beauty benefits as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;100% pure Charmeuse silk is naturally hypoallergenic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experts recommend Pure Silk pillowcases for hair care - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silk fabric contains natural cellular albumen fibre.This component is thought to contribute to skin health by helping to speed the metabolism of skin cells, thus reducing signs of aging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8492150496567350674?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8492150496567350674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8492150496567350674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8492150496567350674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8492150496567350674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-two-weeks-now-of-sleeping-on-pure.html' title='Silk sheets proven to prevent wrinkles and increase the libido'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4KXECdLirI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JOrl-TcC7D4/s72-c/silk%2520pink%2520blue%2520girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-23826302386329974</id><published>2008-01-06T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:49:40.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduction'/><title type='text'>Best candles for putting him in the mood for sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.parkscandles.co.uk"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152409606945475186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4EJPSdLinI/AAAAAAAAAGk/atniTRFAEAE/s320/M03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a previous post I wrote about the importance of scent and choosing a perfume to seduce. I am also a big fan of candles especially sented candles which add a nice gentle fragrance.The typical room sprays tend to smell artificial and chemically. I also want something natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just discovered the most amazing candle that contains all the key ingredients sandlewood, white flowers jasmine and Ylang Ylang as well as musk and patchouli, which are known to be sexually stimulating, it is called "&lt;a href="http://www.parkscandles.com/cat_list.asp?cid=3555&amp;amp;pid=&amp;amp;CPS=0&amp;amp;OrderID=002154173555&amp;amp;CartQ=0"&gt;Senuous&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://www.parkscandles.com/"&gt;Parks Candles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The also do one called "&lt;a href="http://www.parkscandles.com/cat_list.asp?cid=3555&amp;amp;pid=&amp;amp;CPS=0&amp;amp;OrderID=002154173555&amp;amp;CartQ=0"&gt;Desire&lt;/a&gt;" which is also heavenly. It is heavier with sandle wood, patchouli, cedar and vertiver. Both of these are in the Mood range. However look in their other ranges for less expensive candles with pure Jasmine, Sandlewood and other seductive fragrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candle Features:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;100% Vegan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use no parafin waxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GM free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use no animal products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eco friendly from renewable sources&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a lead free wick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smokeless and soot free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fragranced with essential oils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-23826302386329974?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/23826302386329974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=23826302386329974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/23826302386329974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/23826302386329974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-candle-for-sex.html' title='Best candles for putting him in the mood for sex'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4EJPSdLinI/AAAAAAAAAGk/atniTRFAEAE/s72-c/M03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7454144977338012983</id><published>2008-01-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:47:34.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>No Sex In A Marriage Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ArlSdLilI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AkY8zmCFVps/s1600-h/ie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152165893321230930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ArlSdLilI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AkY8zmCFVps/s320/ie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been in long term relationships and noticed the decline of sex. With one boyfriend the last two years of our relationship were entirely sexless. I talk to my girlfriends about this all the time and even they say how common it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am constantly amazed how big this club is. The number of no-strings attached sites is huge with hundreds of thousands of members. Finding a married man with whom to have an affair with is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of a no fantasies start about sex with other people. Of course at first they would never dream of breaking the taboo as well as becoming a cheater. Over time, frustration, anger, sadness, confusion, build up to point the idea enters as a possibility. Thinking about it more and more it becomes easy to justify it. When it becomes acceptable they get the courage to act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guilty feelings are lessened because I know that Loverboy was at the 'possibility' point when I came along. His ad on a no-strings-attached sex site was already up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of men on the illicit affair sites are actually higher than the on the dating sites. By quality I am talking better looking, educated, successful and take better care of themselves. Also the ads almost always state that going out to nice restaurants is involved. They want the whole romantic and sensual package with a smart sexy and intelligent woman. Not a quick fuck in an alley or a slapper. I have now added a profile to a couple of the sites and have started to consider if maybe I should consider taking on another lover who is also married but has more time and can do weekends away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy is sneaking around but a lot of men are doing it with their wives' consent. I was talking with one man who's wife told him to get a lover. She hates going out and feels fat and frumpy but she is happy that way as she just wants to stay home and look after the kids while keeping house. She has no desire to even go away on city breaks or do any of the fun stuff her husband wants to do. Yet together at home they are content but admit that they can't give each other what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about often about how risky marriage is with the divorce rate and cost. I wonder if a more relaxed attitude to extramarital affairs would alleviate it. Loverboy says that now that he is getting sex (with me) he is happier in his marriage than he has been in awhile. At the point he was placing the contact ad he was considering walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be interesting if there were statistics with other men with mistresses on impact of the marriage. After all men never leave their wives for a mistress right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7454144977338012983?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7454144977338012983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7454144977338012983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7454144977338012983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7454144977338012983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-sex-in-marriage-club.html' title='No Sex In A Marriage Club'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ArlSdLilI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AkY8zmCFVps/s72-c/ie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4144798261616709094</id><published>2008-01-04T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:39:26.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating progress report'/><title type='text'>2008 Week 1 Dating Progress Report</title><content type='html'>DATING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emails exchanged with three prospects from &lt;a href="http://www.match.com/"&gt;Match.com&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately the really cute one is off to Verbier until May!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still waiting for the other two prospects to get back to me and actually set up dates for meeting up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 new responses all from unsuitable specimens. One lives in the north of&lt;br /&gt;England - too far, one has 3 kids (yuck), one fat and unattractive, 2 too old&lt;br /&gt;and old looking and the 6th not only too old , but lives too far, has no photo,&lt;br /&gt;is a driving instructor who's hobby is 'ice dancing'. Aaaarrrgggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One rejected me as I don't want to have kids and he is desperate for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;REST OF MY LIFE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A very productive day at work and and meeting old friends for an evening&lt;br /&gt;out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bills to pay and still waiting for my bonus cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;MARRIED MAN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A few exchanges of pervy texts with Loverboy and making plans for&lt;br /&gt;our next encounter &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R37XvydLicI/AAAAAAAAAFI/St3hrvARjfM/s1600-h/reject.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151792239756413378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R37XvydLicI/AAAAAAAAAFI/St3hrvARjfM/s320/reject.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4144798261616709094?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4144798261616709094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4144798261616709094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4144798261616709094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4144798261616709094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-progress.html' title='2008 Week 1 Dating Progress Report'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R37XvydLicI/AAAAAAAAAFI/St3hrvARjfM/s72-c/reject.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6802284987964637980</id><published>2008-01-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:37:06.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>2008 Dating Kick Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31gWidLiZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KAS5E9Cc3MY/s1600-h/vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151379489104300434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31gWidLiZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KAS5E9Cc3MY/s320/vodka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking a Christmas break today was the day to get back out there and start dating again. I went on to the sites where I am registered; Match.com, The Single Solution, Dating Direct, My Single Friend and Matchmaker to see what Santa brought me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only does he not look a day over sixty but the name vodka and the fact he supporting his hulking carcass on the rail says it all really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6802284987964637980?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6802284987964637980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6802284987964637980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6802284987964637980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6802284987964637980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-dating-kick-off.html' title='2008 Dating Kick Off'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31gWidLiZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KAS5E9Cc3MY/s72-c/vodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6746836779751198040</id><published>2008-01-03T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:46:26.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Moment of jealously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ST-CdLi_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6-i2mupRHRI/s1600-h/venice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157910167266495474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ST-CdLi_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6-i2mupRHRI/s400/venice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chatted with Loverboy all day using messenger. The conversation was quite mundane and not as horny as our usual banter. I was trying not to feel insecure. When I asked him what he did last night he said he and his wife shared a bottle of wine and discussed where to go on holiday. Venice, Rome, Tuscany, Prauge and a whole list of romantic destinations were rambled off. Every year they have about 3-4 holidays a year. I haven't been on proper holiday since my last relationship ended 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sounded so wonderful and a perfect way to spend an evening. How could I feel anything except jealously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could find a decent single guy and end this madness. I went onto &lt;a href="http://www.match.com/"&gt;Match.com&lt;/a&gt; to check my inbox and see is I can spot more guys to send out some winks to. Desperation is kicking in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6746836779751198040?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6746836779751198040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6746836779751198040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6746836779751198040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6746836779751198040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/moment-of-jealously.html' title='Moment of jealously'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ST-CdLi_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6-i2mupRHRI/s72-c/venice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-96050959422581774</id><published>2008-01-02T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:29:02.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>How to spot a fake internet dating profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AWtCdLiiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z1MCZirYSp8/s1600-h/loving+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AVdCdLihI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nHIVTtlXYmE/s1600-h/loving+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152141562331499026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AVdCdLihI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nHIVTtlXYmE/s320/loving+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden rule is if seems to good to be true it probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gem has fake written all over him. Hi name is 'loving you' and his purpose in life is to please his woman. Nothing gives him greater pleasure. He works in construction and is good at DIY but he looks like a male model. He also loves to cook and clean, doing his share around the house. He also doesn't care what you look as he believes beauty is only on the inside. Pass the sick bucket!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-96050959422581774?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/96050959422581774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=96050959422581774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/96050959422581774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/96050959422581774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-spot-fake-internet-dating.html' title='How to spot a fake internet dating profile'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AVdCdLihI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nHIVTtlXYmE/s72-c/loving+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3407534331730713648</id><published>2008-01-02T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:24:53.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions for 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3uwpidLiQI/AAAAAAAAADg/j6fTvtUvJhc/s1600-h/sober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150904826498615554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3uwpidLiQI/AAAAAAAAADg/j6fTvtUvJhc/s320/sober.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get a proper boyfriend and dump the married man - LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep seeing the married man until number one occurs or if he leaves his wife and declares his undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't ever get as drunk as I did last week ever again. Work on redeeming myself for my bad behaviour. It probably will never be forgotten completely but at least I will not have a repeat episode. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of some of the Christmas weight gain so I can fit into my sexiest clothes for summer. Having a great figure will help him forget about my negative traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be tidier and neater - all the partying has left the house looking like a dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus on my career. My personal life may be shit but at least I have a great career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop buying stuff as a 'life replacement' and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be the best I can be and don't settle for second best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase my social circle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3407534331730713648?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3407534331730713648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3407534331730713648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3407534331730713648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3407534331730713648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-resolutions-for-2008.html' title='New Year Resolutions for 2008'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3uwpidLiQI/AAAAAAAAADg/j6fTvtUvJhc/s72-c/sober.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3914672128806304633</id><published>2008-01-01T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:46:28.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PPHidLi1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/99HHp-XpF6M/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157693726684580690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PPHidLi1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/99HHp-XpF6M/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one pm I was still lounging around not properly dressed. The dryer was hunmming in the background when I heard the knock at the door. It was Loverboy hungover and looking worse for wear after his night of partying. I was in bed by 11 pm but I looked worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy came over to see me and to kiss me, hold me and spend some 'stolen' time with me. He told me again that he loves me and kissed me very passionately. It was a wonderful start to the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings were still very raw after Friday and not being invited to their party. Judging by him it was a great party. But I still have him as my lover and to me that is a great way to start the year. Happy New Year at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3914672128806304633?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3914672128806304633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3914672128806304633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3914672128806304633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3914672128806304633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PPHidLi1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/99HHp-XpF6M/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4767491470850526434</id><published>2007-12-31T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:55:21.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PNJidLi0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NKWOIooHTnM/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157691562021063490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PNJidLi0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NKWOIooHTnM/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spending New Year's Eve alone. I had hoped to go to his house with another couple and at least be in the same room as him to ring in the new year. We spent a wonderful Chistmas Eve together and a a few days in between. Everything was going great and then we had a very boozy day out. We met his wife late in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My behaviour with him was flirtatious throughout. I kept touching him in front of his wife. I got so drunk I made a complete ass of myself. Listening to my list of crimes I can't even comphrehend what I was thinking or going trough my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was falling down drunk and completely crazy. Miraculously she still doesn't suspect. But we can't risk another encounter like that. Or rather he can't. He doesn't want a divorce and his life ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone else is counting down the New Year I am home alone. He came over today and all is forgotten he said. But then he wanted sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he understands more than me my mind and that I have a harder time than him compartmentalising my relationships. He is my boyfriend and I want everyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to him I am still number 2. It is easy to say my NY resolution is to end it and get a new boyfriend. I looked at my dating inbox and it doesn't hold much promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it is depressing. I am attractive, healthy, well to do and outwordly have a lot going for me. Tonight I cried that year after year nothing is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine called me to cry on my shoulder that her recent boyfriend turned out to be a fraud. Completely. Married for a start. He was supposed to be a weathly singleton. She never even cared about the money. But his disappearances when he was supposedly out of the country on business he was playing the dutiful husband and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Mark can cheat so blantantly on his wife and take so many chances and then tell me he loves her "deeply" in next breath makes me hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was hate that inspired me to behave so badly that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and desperation are the reasons he is still in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4767491470850526434?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4767491470850526434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4767491470850526434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4767491470850526434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4767491470850526434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PNJidLi0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NKWOIooHTnM/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4248346220297331728</id><published>2007-12-16T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:52:43.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Christmas Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ZJfidLjMI/AAAAAAAAALU/mVorQckUOOk/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158391229373451458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ZJfidLjMI/AAAAAAAAALU/mVorQckUOOk/s400/cupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loverboy and his wife and I have have made several arrangements to see each other over Christmas. It may not be the romantic Christmas of my dreams but it will have to do along with a few stolen hours when she is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4248346220297331728?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4248346220297331728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4248346220297331728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4248346220297331728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4248346220297331728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-romance.html' title='Christmas Romance'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ZJfidLjMI/AAAAAAAAALU/mVorQckUOOk/s72-c/cupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7710131931312500718</id><published>2007-12-15T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:32:50.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chistmas wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ATkSdLigI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sPMHvLAJgOo/s1600-h/satin+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ATkSdLigI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sPMHvLAJgOo/s320/satin+sheets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152139487862295042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ATMSdLifI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vaBriCoqV7Y/s1600-h/perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152139075545434610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ATMSdLifI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vaBriCoqV7Y/s320/perfume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silk sheets for my king size bed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfume &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lingere &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silk stockings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nipple Pasties&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31dXCdLiWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l3pTr6ggRo4/s1600-h/satin+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasmine scented candle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leather gloves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leather boots &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New bedroom lamp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New bedroom light fixture &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kinky bedroom accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7710131931312500718?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7710131931312500718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7710131931312500718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7710131931312500718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7710131931312500718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2008/01/chistmas-wish-list.html' title='Chistmas wish list'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4ATkSdLigI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sPMHvLAJgOo/s72-c/satin+sheets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3740446546551975380</id><published>2007-12-11T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:10:06.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing to please a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>How to make your legs look slimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4JN4idLipI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I4y-WJN676E/s1600-h/1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152766557382478482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4JN4idLipI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I4y-WJN676E/s320/1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dressing to please a man is important - in my opinion. However this doesn't mean tarty or sleazy. In fact ask most men what they prefer and they like classy. The sexier stuff should be worn underneath descreetly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4JaNSdLiqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7-EtAN_Rwww/s1600-h/lb_essential_holdups_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152780108004297378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4JaNSdLiqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7-EtAN_Rwww/s320/lb_essential_holdups_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots and lots of men love stockings especially fishnets. Lots of girls only wear tights these days. I find tights generally less comfortable, especially in the crotch. Also, if you get a run you have to throw out the whole pair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with stockings and stay-ups if you have several pairs of the same style you only have to replace the one with the run and they will last longer. Handy for a night out to slip an extra one in your bag and takes up less room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best tip of all is to try fishnets with a fairly small patern (picutre shown above left) from Levante). Because of the contour on your legs the net shapes around your leg giving a black outline and shadow. This shapes your legs and makes them appear slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Order online from &lt;a href="http://www.figleaves.co.uk/"&gt;Figleaves&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.agentprovocateur.com"&gt;Agent Provocateur&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.uktights.com/"&gt;UK Tights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3740446546551975380?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3740446546551975380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3740446546551975380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3740446546551975380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3740446546551975380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-to-make-your-legs-look-slimmer.html' title='How to make your legs look slimmer'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4JN4idLipI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I4y-WJN676E/s72-c/1363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7265718426865830551</id><published>2007-12-10T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:08:08.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4Em-CdLioI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mQPmJYfb9ec/s1600-h/leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152442295941565058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4Em-CdLioI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mQPmJYfb9ec/s320/leg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love dressing up and having loverboy over to help me decorate my tree provided me with an opportunity dress up. I browsed around but all the little sexy Santa suits were all on the cheap side and with lobster and a £100 bottle of champers some how sticking on something cheap wouldn't do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7265718426865830551?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7265718426865830551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7265718426865830551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7265718426865830551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7265718426865830551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-present.html' title='Christmas present'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4Em-CdLioI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mQPmJYfb9ec/s72-c/leg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1028584557965976820</id><published>2007-12-01T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:05:16.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><title type='text'>10 very bad things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am seeing a good friend's husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They live on my doorstep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am falling in love with him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He says he loves me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a nice person who puts her all into their marriage and tries to be the perfect wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would make a lousey wife in the traditional sense&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both are engaging in very kinky sex and getting kinkier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We live in a tightly knit community&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It would ruin our entire lives if we were caught&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both of us love what we are doing too much to stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1028584557965976820?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1028584557965976820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1028584557965976820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1028584557965976820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1028584557965976820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-very-bad-things.html' title='10 very bad things'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1414696317583633268</id><published>2007-11-29T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:48:56.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing to please a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Erotica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31eUydLiYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WVO8KScSfmc/s1600-h/erotica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151377260016273794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31eUydLiYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WVO8KScSfmc/s320/erotica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Erotica this year and spent a fortune on lingere from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kissmedeadly.co.uk"&gt;Kiss Me Deadly&lt;/a&gt;, new sheets, toys and everything imaginable. I was like a kid in a candy store. I went crazy buying stuff. The feelings I had were both liberating and empowering. I know that everything is for him. I fear that any other man would be replused. I can't wait until he uses everything on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1414696317583633268?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1414696317583633268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1414696317583633268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1414696317583633268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1414696317583633268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/11/erotica.html' title='Erotica'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R31eUydLiYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WVO8KScSfmc/s72-c/erotica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7422353792278111116</id><published>2007-11-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:35:14.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Another Secret</title><content type='html'>After spending Friday evening and the weekend with Loverboy I feel closer to him than ever and judging by the amount of attention I have been getting and the things he has been saying it would be nice to conclude he feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However men are better at prioritising logical thoughts over emotional thoughts better than women. It is far easier for a man to feel passionate love for one woman and a more respectful and stable love for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have him telling me he loves me and lusting over me all the time but the real battle for his heart hasn't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier Friday I had another date with a guy named Chris who works from home as a mortgage advisor. Sadly he wasn't as attractive as in his photo probably due to it being at least 5 years out of date. The conversation was ok but he just really wasn't my type and without the chemical spark I was left lusting after Loverboy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend revolved all around sex as it often does. However I am actively encouraging him because the effects of capturing a man's interest through sex can never be underestimated. Sex is the most powerful weapon I have. The first rule is that every moment spent with me should be as pleasurable as possible. The second is to let him talk and open up. Reflective listing and meeting his emotional needs is the key to creating emotional dependence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets we share have broadened. I now know that he has spent money on a couple of items his wife would find frivolous even though he can afford it and they are worthwhile. This may seem small and petty but it is actually a huge step forward from being purely a sex toy to being his confidant and friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7422353792278111116?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7422353792278111116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7422353792278111116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7422353792278111116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7422353792278111116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-spending-friday-evening-and.html' title='Another Secret'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8485777812027773473</id><published>2007-11-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:54:08.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduction'/><title type='text'>Use the Power of Scent in Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AKYidLieI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YPatj1wJ4xI/s1600-h/opium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152129390394182114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AKYidLieI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YPatj1wJ4xI/s320/opium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forget about wearing flowery, fruity, woody and citrus perfumes if you want to attract men. When it comes to seduction the sexiest perfumes tend to include scents of white flowers (such as jasmine), vanilla, amber and a musky base. Lalique de Lalique and Bal á Versailles are both good examples. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is because psychogenics such as vanilla work on the central nervous system. Other scents such as musk have animalistic notes and will make us think of our base instincts such as sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chypre perfumes made from sandalwood are even more successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White flowers, which are consistently used in many perfumes and contain a molecule called indole which occurs naturally in animal notes and stimulate feelings such as sex. Which is why fragrances such as Ylang Ylang and Jasmine are known to have a seductive effect. Oriental perfumes particularily are known to have a lot of natural aphrodisiacs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love perfume and have a bit of collection. I had been experimenting with various perfumes to see which one would Loverboy would like. Because he likes girls to dress flowery and the no make-up look I assumed something soft and feminine. Yet he never reacted to my perfume and then I wore Opium and he raved about it and got very amorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Opium Perfume'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by 'Yves Saint Laurent', Created by the design house of Yves &lt;a&gt;Saint&lt;/a&gt; Laurent in 1977, opium is classified as a refined, oriental, soft fragrance. This feminine scent possesses a blend of rose, carnation, sandalwood, pepper, lily of the valley and clove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Opium Orient Extrême'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has aroma of classic Opium fragrance with top notes of mandarin orange, bergamot and lily-of-the-valley; a heart of jasmine, carnation and spices; and base notes of vanilla, amber, opoponax and patchouli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8485777812027773473?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8485777812027773473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8485777812027773473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8485777812027773473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8485777812027773473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/11/power-of-scent.html' title='Use the Power of Scent in Seduction'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4AKYidLieI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YPatj1wJ4xI/s72-c/opium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-358839172444584498</id><published>2007-11-08T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:55:59.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Reminder that divorce can be murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5P7FSdLi7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RbCV51SiIX8/s1600-h/crime+of+passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157742066541497266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5P7FSdLi7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RbCV51SiIX8/s320/crime+of+passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was watching the Any Fisher story. It was a quiet night in and there was bugger all else on TV. My Loverboy is no 'Buttafucco' and I am certainly not an 'Amy' but there were a few striking similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttafucco (B) was being romantinc saying 'I love you' and paying Amy (A) all sorts of compliments while having no intention of leaving his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I saw was true and actually did happen and not over fictionalised or skewed then it's interesting to analyse what the dynamics were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B paged A whenever he had time and he was in the mood for 'sex'.&lt;/strong&gt; Loverboy lets me know when he thinks there will be 'opportunities' and we plan around his availability. It is a loose arrangement because we never now how the opportunities will pan out. If his wife is going out with her friends for an evening we will pencil it in. But until the day comes and she actually leaves the house it could always be called off. Not to mention he needs to be back home and washed (removing any smells) before she gets home. This is a typical scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B told A he loved and acted very romantically at times.&lt;/strong&gt; I get this too. It is tough because I could let myself fall so easily in love. Sometimes I think I would love to have him to myself but I keep reminding myself that he can afford to let himself go and forget about her when he is with me and get carried away. I can't because when he gets up to go home to her it will hurt. If I remember his faults and that he is a lying cheating rat then I am more than happy to send him home with his dirty socks while I retire to my bath for long lingering soak in post orgasmic bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Amy was no innocent and I suppose she thought having an older married man after her was an ego boost. That much is true for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't just Amy that turned to murder. Adultery has been one of the biggest reasons of domestic violence including murder and suicides. These two may seem like buffoons but the newspapers are full of stories of more sensible seeming people who went off the rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3ux8ydLiRI/AAAAAAAAADo/x41jzTOqTa0/s1600-h/buttafuoco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150906256722725138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3ux8ydLiRI/AAAAAAAAADo/x41jzTOqTa0/s320/buttafuoco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Loverboy was saying how much he wanted to see to me and to caress me, running my fingers through my hair, smelling my perfume and to be able to spend the night with me and fall asleep with me in my arms... etc. etc. I reminded myself that these are cliches of typical romantic fantasies that everyone has and saying them makes the moment (and the sex) sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is giving him a 'fix' nothing more. I am getting my fix too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to take a chance and sneak off to my place without knowing how long his wife would be out for. I decided it wasn't worth the risk and made excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got 'but I just want to see you and to hold your head in my arms'. I stuck to my firm no and we gave it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that there are three 'brains' the emotional brain, the thinking brain and the physical brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive added a new rule never go with your emotional brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-358839172444584498?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/358839172444584498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=358839172444584498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/358839172444584498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/358839172444584498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-messages-are-confusing.html' title='Reminder that divorce can be murder'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5P7FSdLi7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RbCV51SiIX8/s72-c/crime+of+passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1714797807268141396</id><published>2007-10-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:36:02.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Walking on the wild side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UPiidLjEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/if8fh1p4cNs/s1600-h/leopard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158046034261937218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UPiidLjEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/if8fh1p4cNs/s400/leopard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the events of Sunday I had of expected his senses to have taken hold and slow things down. It's only been 3 months but he is as randy as ever if not more! I've been bombarded with pery texts and emails all escalating the kinky things we have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I allow it is because I enjoy it so much. I love our play time. But the nice normal man 'husband' is disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear he might disappear forever. He is getting a taste of some very forbidden fruit. What he and his wife have done sexually is not in the same league as us. Our play time lasts hours and he is now moving into the world of kinky sex if not BSDM more and more whether he knows it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ecouraging it and loving it but sadly I doubt there is anyway back for him. He said our relationship will eventually end as he can't live two lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes he will probably find that his old life will no longer be enough. I sincerly hope not. I would miss the nice married man. It is what I hope for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1714797807268141396?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1714797807268141396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1714797807268141396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1714797807268141396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1714797807268141396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-on-wild-side.html' title='Walking on the wild side'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UPiidLjEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/if8fh1p4cNs/s72-c/leopard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3360783753857912750</id><published>2007-10-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:43:31.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Writing on the wall that it won't work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ShLCdLjBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Zy8MehqhfJA/s1600-h/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157924684255955986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ShLCdLjBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Zy8MehqhfJA/s400/shit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When dating men always look at how they treat the women in their lives... their mother, their sister etc. as well as waitresses and staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will usually always treat authority figures well. But if they are having an affair their current wife/partner is the most important one to pay attention to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he treats them is eventually how he will treat you once the honeymoon period is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always good to have a mental checklist of the core traits that are important and not to excuse him if he doesn't have them. There are no excuses for bad behaviour. Mine are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kindness &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is he respectful? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empathy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I walked up the pretty steps into their beautiful home for dinner. I was an invited guest of Loverboy and his wife. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a wake up call. Loverboy and his wife always seemed the perfect couple. But then the grass always looks greener on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as wife stepped out of the room to get me a drink he was all over me. He dominated the conversationbarely letting his wife get a word in. He was mean to her and snapped at her several times. He had his hand down my top when she walked in the room I am sure she caught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked by this side to him. This is a man who has been telling me this is just a short term affair. He showed me the pictures of them in Thailand and kept his mouth shut when she said she looked fat and old in one. I knew what he was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very ill at ease. Even in front of her he was very touchy and tactile with me. At one point he was stroking my new top and telling me he loved it and how pretty I looked. It was a pricey top I just bought the day before. I know for a fact how tight he is with his wife's clothing budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the evening I was more than ready to leave. He didn't want me to leave. His wife was falling asleep and kept closing her eyes. Loverboy suggested she go to bed. I knew his wife didn't want to go to bed while I was still sitting next to her husband. I said I was leaving and started to get up. Loverboy glarred at me and told me to stay and finish my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy shouted at her to go to bed and he would follow in 5 minutes. After witnessing his behaviour I was curious to find out if the 'bit of fun' was in fact becoming more serious and whether he was now contemplating leaving his wife for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his behaviour I got a resolute 'this is going to end some time, I can't lead two lives'... in the next breath he was telling me how badly he wanted to hold me all night and cuddle up beside me on my bed and how he hates leaving me when he visits. His tendernous and emotional out pourings didn't last long before he was vigoursly fucking me. He then asked me to suck him off&lt;br /&gt;Of course I should have told him where to go but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3360783753857912750?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3360783753857912750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3360783753857912750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3360783753857912750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3360783753857912750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/writing-on-wall-that-it-wont-work.html' title='Writing on the wall that it won&apos;t work'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5ShLCdLjBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Zy8MehqhfJA/s72-c/shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7934345053665967930</id><published>2007-10-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:05:53.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><title type='text'>Getting past the mask to establish real connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PTxSdLi2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/SuCF9ee9s8E/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698841990630242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PTxSdLi2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/SuCF9ee9s8E/s320/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been reading about how to make real connections with men. The unspoken language of the true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real connections are not words. Some times a connection can be acheived with just a look. The concept of the persona was invented by 'Carl Jung'. The persona is described as the mask that hides his true feelings and gives men the tough guy exerior. Women of course have one too. Beneath that exterior he has fears, feelings, emotions and doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men bond with other men when doing activities rather than talking. Sex validates that you think he is significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I saw Loverboy I tried to engineer the connection... I sprayed myself with the oxytocin, I used my body language to shift myself towards him, I wore the contact lenses and I used my eyes and was more concious of my facial expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7934345053665967930?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7934345053665967930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7934345053665967930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7934345053665967930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7934345053665967930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-establish-connection.html' title='Getting past the mask to establish real connection'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PTxSdLi2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/SuCF9ee9s8E/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1353951557712558867</id><published>2007-10-16T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:10:17.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>The practice boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PU0idLi3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vkbsOrQlwv4/s1600-h/mandoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157699997336832882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PU0idLi3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vkbsOrQlwv4/s320/mandoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loverboy makes a great practice boyfriend. Plus I get the sex. I do how slim the odds of him leaving his wife are no matter how much I scheme. It would be nice but the goal is a serious relationship and a husband and not necessarily him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I allow to fall in love with him I could get hurt. Only I can make myself vulnerable. Only I control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have about 4 more dates with prospective men lined up. I look at them as the real targets. The successful, good looking and available men that I accept dates with actually have more potential than Loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy has his faults; cowardice, lying, cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affair has given me an enormous ego boost. It has raised my self-confidence out of some dark pit of despair. I have new wardrobe complete with sexy lingere and I am learning loads about love and sex. I have learned new tricks as well as sharpening my conversation and flirting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped him from cheating with random strangers off that contact site I found him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the practice boyfriend may become the real boyfriend, only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1353951557712558867?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1353951557712558867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1353951557712558867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1353951557712558867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1353951557712558867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/practice-boyfriend.html' title='The practice boyfriend'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PU0idLi3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vkbsOrQlwv4/s72-c/mandoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7917745306987275788</id><published>2007-10-15T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:16:19.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Why men leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PWBCdLi4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/D1QTOxxyVe4/s1600-h/suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157701311596825474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PWBCdLi4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/D1QTOxxyVe4/s320/suitcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone knows the saying "men never leave". Then then there is the book "why men leave" plus the divorce rate. Clearly men &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; leave. Sometimes at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the cheaters it is the minority who leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce is almost always initiated by the wife. If he got caught then chances are the choice would be out of his hands. The stigma of being outed as the 'other woman' is not a label I want, so I too am happy to maintain the status quo. I hope that his marriage will break down and he will leave of his own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking into the reasons why men &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; leave and what I can do to tip the scales in favour of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My income needs to be better than hers to create financial incentive (house value etc) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to be in better shape - more feminine, more healthy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to be more nurturing, supportive, loving and kinder (more deserving of love) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tune my hobbies to be of more interest to him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better home maker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer him higher social status&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7917745306987275788?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7917745306987275788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7917745306987275788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7917745306987275788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7917745306987275788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-men-leave.html' title='Why men leave.'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PWBCdLi4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/D1QTOxxyVe4/s72-c/suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4819940452272137574</id><published>2007-10-15T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:24:40.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>5 hours a good sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PYIidLi5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pyrU8kIb0GE/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157703639469099922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PYIidLi5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pyrU8kIb0GE/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The email arrived at 1 pm yesterday. I hesitated before opening it and poured myself a glass of wine. It was lunch. Two weeks of sun and an infinity pool may have worked love-magic. They could be loved up again while I was to be shoved away. Perhaps he missed me even more or perhaps just the sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people prefer the devil they know to uncertainty. It is very unlikely he will ever leave his wife. Most divorces are initiated by the wife. The email revealed the affair is still very much on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi Beautiful.... can't wait to see you again... I had an amazing time and I am missing you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;5 hours had elapsed between the email and the plane landing. This was a great sign. A considering my arsonal of contact lenses, books, DVDs, new lingere, bedroom decor and the oxytocin ready for another round of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I ran into his wife in the shop and asked her how her holiday in Thailand was she said it was 'ok'. She didn't sound as though she enjoyed it much. It would be too much wishful thinking to take that as proof that there marriage is on the rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4819940452272137574?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4819940452272137574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4819940452272137574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4819940452272137574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4819940452272137574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/5-hours-good-sign.html' title='5 hours a good sign'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5PYIidLi5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pyrU8kIb0GE/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1974512202560359260</id><published>2007-10-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:30:35.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Could a fear of change be sabotaging my relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UMAydLjDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R9v2DUzoZ98/s1600-h/935815___mine__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158042155906468914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UMAydLjDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R9v2DUzoZ98/s400/935815___mine__.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Six years of singledom and dating countless guys it now feels as though I am destined to remain single. Dating is a minefield. Lot of my friends aren't single five minutes before getting their hooks firmly into the next guy. I have two friends who have been married, divorced and then re-married in less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared my bed every Friday and Saturday for 5 years with my last beau without progressing any further. While he was dumping me he let it slip that he thought I had a problem with commitment because I never gave him any space in the cloest or anywhere else in my house. My point was he never asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived with his parents while I own a detatched house. It is very, very small though. It isn't the sort of place where two people could live comfortably. I always thought that upon meeting 'The One' we would get a bigger place that would be 'ours'. I was waiting for him to bring up the subject of our future. Whenever I broached it he said he didn't love me. I saw him when he wanted to see me. It decreased in the last 3 years. It didn't occur to me to offer him drawer space when he couldn't committ to two days in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps of logistical problems sping up when a relationship becomes serious. What if he wants to live closer to his family in a different area? What if he doesn't want a big garden and prefers a flat? What if ... what if... what if.... what if....Houses have to be sold, finances merged and the fear of what if it doesn't work out and we have to unravel this mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times it does seem like so much hassle and I have to wonder if this is sabatoging my relationships. Perhaps I am too reluctant to make changes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When browsing the profiles of prospective dates my requirements are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must live in the same area or like the area where I live and want to move there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must have equal or similar amount of equity or net worth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must like having a garden and barbecues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should work in London at a similar level to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should own a nice car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should have fairly good DIY skills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must want similar lifestyle and share house work 50/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Add to this must have own hair, teeth, good education, steady employment/career, no criminal record, no drugs or alcohol problems, be of good charactor, good income as well as no baggage....(kids) in an over 40 age bracket and it seems I am asking for a miracle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1974512202560359260?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1974512202560359260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1974512202560359260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1974512202560359260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1974512202560359260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-of-success.html' title='Could a fear of change be sabotaging my relationships'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UMAydLjDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/R9v2DUzoZ98/s72-c/935815___mine__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6294844865363774043</id><published>2007-10-11T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T04:15:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kivin technique for the best oral sex</title><content type='html'>"Trapped in the sexual doldrums? The Kivin method, a Tahitian oral-sex technique, brings on a faster and more intense orgasm in more than half of the women who receive it. Most women get so excited that they climax after only 3 to 12 minutes, says Patti Britton, Ph.D., a clinical sexologist…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this could be your best orgasm ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called the Kivin Method. In this technique, the man is lying perpendicular to the woman. He uses his tongue to stimulate his partner in a back and forth motion across the “K” points (on either side of the top and back of the clitoris). To get started put a finger of one hand on the "C" point/perineum (this is the area of skin between the anus and the vagina). Expose the clitoris and move your tongue tip in a licking motion across The K -points. The C point is your guide as it will pulse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6294844865363774043?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6294844865363774043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6294844865363774043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6294844865363774043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6294844865363774043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/kivin-technique-for-best-oral-sex.html' title='The Kivin technique for the best oral sex'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7730821108233271827</id><published>2007-10-11T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:18:30.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><title type='text'>The sex and happiness connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SM-SdLi-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MJP0mbE3l5k/s1600-h/sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157902474980068322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SM-SdLi-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MJP0mbE3l5k/s400/sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I watched a program called "How to have sex after marriage". An attractive couple married for 5 years were on the program with their sexless and troubled relationship. After giving each other dismal ratings on attraction and affection they rated each other a one for sex. The 1 was out of 10. 70% of their previous sex was misionary position and the same lack luster routine. I know there are people who could quite happily live on beans and toast every day but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is critical to a relationship. It is important for bonding and feeling close to a person. Intimacy is not dividing up the household chores and talking about day to day activities. No wonder some people end up feeling they are just room mates. The two were caught in a downward spiral of becoming more and more unhappy and blaming each other while becoming more and more miserable. Eventually they stop making each other feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter some one else to boost their ego. Showing the husband faked images of his wife cheating it made him realise just how bad things could be and awakened feelings of jealously. Jealously is a magic remedy some times for making people realise what they are taking for granted and showing them what is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to saving their marriage was to get them having sex again and re-awakening what attracted them to each other in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has also been back up with science just how powerful an affect sex can have on some one's life. In &lt;a href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/~blnchflr/papers/02_sjoe002.pdf"&gt;Money, sex and happiness; An epirical study&lt;/a&gt; the more sex a person has the happier they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7730821108233271827?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7730821108233271827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7730821108233271827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7730821108233271827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7730821108233271827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/sex-and-happiness-connection.html' title='The sex and happiness connection'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SM-SdLi-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MJP0mbE3l5k/s72-c/sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6400844961819768814</id><published>2007-10-09T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:34:47.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep him and catch him DVDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Frist on the work front I am loving my new office and the black leather sofa. It is a bit retro circa 1980's I have the same fan that I bought for my home. I am settling in and everyone seems nice so far. Everyone seems friendly enough and I have plenty to get stuck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a few days to go and I still haven't had a single a date. I may have one lined up for Thursday night, drinks in Covent Garden with a reasonable looking specimen. All the other prospective offers have come from men who are 'little too used' and spat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post office strike has cramped my style. My contact lenses and oxytocin have not yet arrived. So I will be wearing my glasses. Guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses. I am also on my own with the first date jitters no oxytocin to make him feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3_34SdLidI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NxoyTk_QE1c/s1600-h/CHKHdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152109045134100946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3_34SdLidI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NxoyTk_QE1c/s320/CHKHdvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received the Catch him and keep him DVDs last night but they are still in the case. I tried watching the first one and fell asleep before the introduction was over. It was a late evening. Judging by the 4 DVDs and the work book this looks like it will take awhile to digest before I can put it to practice. The review will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it looks good if not a bit expensive. £100 if a fair chunk of money to part with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6400844961819768814?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6400844961819768814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6400844961819768814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6400844961819768814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6400844961819768814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-loving-my-new-office-and-black.html' title='Keep him and catch him DVDs'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R3_34SdLidI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NxoyTk_QE1c/s72-c/CHKHdvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5075890311731404831</id><published>2007-10-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:43:31.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet dating</title><content type='html'>My inbox on &lt;a href="http://www.match.com/"&gt;Match.com&lt;/a&gt; is often a horror show. Filled with divorced, at least two kids and guys who look at least 10 years later than their stated age. One bald pudgy prat now divorced after 22 years of marriage is now looking for 'the love of his life' and 'has a lot to offer the right woman' and describes himself as warm, tender, generous and sexy. He goes on and on describing how wonderful he is and how he wants to slow down and spend more time with his 'love'. One wonders why he didn't do all this before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is as unappealling as stale bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to have a look at the competition. The women in my bracket seemed to be of much higher quality. A higher perecentage of the women were attractive, single (never married), successful, educated and normal sounding. Nothing like most of the men over 44. In the younger groups it is a lot more balanced but not if you are 40-ish or over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney, 46 and Brad Pitt, 43 may be 'middle aged' but they are a fantasy only. As a standard or an ideal totally unrealistic. Most men look nothing like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to feel spark and chemistry there still has to be attraction. That attraction is largely looks based. Men need to understand that and try to make themselves attractive to women. Even reading the profiles a lot of men don't have a clue and say things like 'she must take me as I am warts and all', 'not try to change me', 'I am a man's man' etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that they should put up a horrible photo in which they have a snarly expression and am in bad need of grooming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my tips for men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear clean up to date clothes (no sleeveless vests, football shirts, ratty t-shirts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't pose bare chested showing off your tatoos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comb your hair and have a recent hair cut, no comb overs, pony tails, mullets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile and try to look friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't pose with fish, beer cans, motorcycles etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't send in your holiday snaps with sandels and socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't pose with your ex even if she is blacked out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't add '69' to your name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't use names with sexual connotations 'ribbed for her pleasure' or cheesey names 'prince of roses'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check your spelling and grammar. Some errors are forgivable &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write more than a paragraph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be positive and don't give us your sob story 'I've been through a rough time....'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please do not say you are looking for your princess, baby, flower or woman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5075890311731404831?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5075890311731404831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5075890311731404831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5075890311731404831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5075890311731404831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-plan-has-been-scuppered.html' title='Internet dating'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1683493353236147281</id><published>2007-10-04T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:05:03.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><title type='text'>Sex Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UWVydLjGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0ZcdM1xSVMQ/s1600-h/nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158053511799999586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UWVydLjGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0ZcdM1xSVMQ/s400/nurse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talk in bed - talk a lot, get him to share his most intimate fantasies and find out what reallt turns him on. Ask him about lingerie. Men have a fear that women will think they are perverts if they like women in the typical red split crotch panties. Let him know that women like that are too uptight. You are different. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try new things like massaging his prostate gland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiment using toys and let him use them on you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your skin perfectly smooth and try completely bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try a porno movie - It needn't be sleazy - try watching Pirates together or the Art Core series. I also like Burlesque and have the mathing outfits. Dress up but equaly don't be shy about stripping it all off. Part of the point of dressing up in a sexy outfit is to get undressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make him slightly jealous. You want him to want to posses you. Talk about your previous relationships and make him feel a little bit of pain so he will think of them as rivals and try to prove himself superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let him do nice things for you and do nice things for him. But keep the things you do for him light and informal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk dirty to encourage openess and to let him know that you love sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use perfume subtely and choose scents that are erotic to men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study his anatomy and take your time with foreplay. Pay attention to all of his erogenous zones including his nipples and learn what he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try new positions and suggest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try performing oral sex alternating hot and cold liquids in you mouth. Use sauces with texture like Jack Daniels maple syrup and let him lick it off you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1683493353236147281?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1683493353236147281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1683493353236147281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1683493353236147281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1683493353236147281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/sex-tips.html' title='Sex Tips'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UWVydLjGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0ZcdM1xSVMQ/s72-c/nurse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4229535734714749013</id><published>2007-10-04T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:51:57.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>How come the other women gets all the blame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=485558&amp;amp;in_page_id=1879"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117405168706430738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="97" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwSs40R-pxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X29TyU-PQWo/s320/jenny.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Daily Mail's article "&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=485558&amp;amp;in_page_id=1879"&gt;Why do we always blame the other woman when men have an affair?&lt;/a&gt;" asks a good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La perla clad evil temptresses love to show off thier bedroom arts as well as stretchmark free bodies in the company of successful, handsome and appreciative men. The ultimate appreciation is in him leaving his wife behind and becoming his trophey bride. Becoming the woman you've always wanted to be and marrying the man of your dreams. For a woman who has worked on her career, looks and social life she wants her counterpart an alpha male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4229535734714749013?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4229535734714749013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4229535734714749013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4229535734714749013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4229535734714749013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/blame.html' title='How come the other women gets all the blame?'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwSs40R-pxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X29TyU-PQWo/s72-c/jenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6857457460436122946</id><published>2007-10-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:56:31.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Looking for lady friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hallo I'm Geoff. And you are GORGEOUS! You remind me of someone, perhaps a B celeb, but I can't remember who it is. Anyhow, I am 51, separated for 11 months, living in Northolt Middx, and working at the moment in the City.I run my own company, and am looking for a ladyfriend for a bit of "excitement". I really am EXPECTING to hear from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Several things stick out about this and turn my stomache: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 'working at the moment'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"ladyfriend" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"excitement"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If this add was on a contact website I wouldn't have batted an eyelash. However this gem posted on a dating website for people looking for 'love'. One only wonders why this gem is divorced?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6857457460436122946?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6857457460436122946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6857457460436122946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6857457460436122946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6857457460436122946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-for-lady-friend.html' title='Looking for lady friend'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5070565306605177532</id><published>2007-10-02T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:18:12.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduction'/><title type='text'>A real love potion that says 'trust me'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIyXNYSVcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WU2o3e3LOOM/s1600-h/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116707500956210626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIyXNYSVcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WU2o3e3LOOM/s320/trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no drug to make a man fall madly in love with you. But there is a chemical which could make him feel more at ease around you. Drugging a man to fall in love with you won't do much for your karma anyway. What oxytocin does is not that sinister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovescent.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Scientist magazine has featured several articles on oxytocin which describes its effects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it can do is make people feel more at ease around you. This could be great for those first date jitters when you are hardly relaxed yourself let alone in control enough to make some one else feel relaxed around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or what about the first time you have sex to help overcome 'performance anxiety'? The chemical will work on you as well. The suggestion is you spray it on your clothes that you are wearing. You could even spray it in on the bed sheets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known about Oxytocin for awhile now and been impressed with the claims as well as the science behind it. I have never tried it mainly because it is only available on US sites which look less than trust worthy. But nothing ventured nothing gained. So another £17 lighter I have now added a two month's supply of Oxytocin to my arsonal.&lt;br /&gt;Available online at: &lt;a href="http://www.lovescent.com/"&gt;http://www.lovescent.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5070565306605177532?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5070565306605177532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5070565306605177532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5070565306605177532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5070565306605177532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/trust-me.html' title='A real love potion that says &apos;trust me&apos;'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIyXNYSVcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WU2o3e3LOOM/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2752627614686852751</id><published>2007-10-02T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:09:24.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduction'/><title type='text'>Trick for creating bedroom eyes that attract men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIobtYSVbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5zcjXi2Xdaw/s1600-h/eyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116696583149344178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIobtYSVbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5zcjXi2Xdaw/s320/eyes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedroom eyes have now been scientifically proven to attract mates. To achieve the big pupil look apparently you must dim the lights. I am already a big fan of soft lighting. Not too soft though as guys get lots of stimuli visually. You don't want to have sex in the dark. Big mistake. Another trick is the new coloured lenses. Some of these are quite clever and add reflections to make your eyes sparkle (good for dim light) and a darker line around the eye to add definition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.contactlenses.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.contactlenses.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; Don't forget your perscription and to see an eye doctor first to get fitted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2752627614686852751?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2752627614686852751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2752627614686852751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2752627614686852751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2752627614686852751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/bedroom-eyes.html' title='Trick for creating bedroom eyes that attract men'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIobtYSVbI/AAAAAAAAACs/5zcjXi2Xdaw/s72-c/eyes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-6142642910616948491</id><published>2007-10-02T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:21:19.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tactics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering love'/><title type='text'>Learning the tactics and strategies for lasting love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwJLHtYSVdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mZVLnbPpq1M/s1600-h/tactics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116734722458932690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwJLHtYSVdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mZVLnbPpq1M/s320/tactics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The article in the Daily Mail has really got me thinking hard. It is not just because I have persued a career that I am single. I lost men to other women along the way and had guys who just weren't ready and then went and married the next girl they saw. I could have understood if the women were better looking, richer and offered more status. But in most cases it wasn't clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catchhimandkeephim.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116682615915697570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwIbutYSVaI/AAAAAAAAACk/Rqtl8jM1pRU/s320/CHKHdvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in mission to spend the next two weeks as productive as possible I am going to invesitgate the laws of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the books again. I downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.catchhimandkeephim.com/"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catchhimandkeephim.com/"&gt;an's Carter's ebook "Catch Him and Keep Him"&lt;/a&gt; and started reading that last night. I have also just ordered the delux DVD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is only a part of it. Falling in love triggers a chemical process and that process is also what I want to master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to New Scientist Magazine chemistry is blame for allowing yourself to fall in love with a married man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/channel/sex/love/dn9981"&gt;http://www.newscientist.com/channel/sex/love/dn9981&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovetactics.com/"&gt;http://www.lovetactics.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-6142642910616948491?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/6142642910616948491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=6142642910616948491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6142642910616948491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/6142642910616948491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/strategy.html' title='Learning the tactics and strategies for lasting love'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwJLHtYSVdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mZVLnbPpq1M/s72-c/tactics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3590588786453885866</id><published>2007-10-02T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:09:50.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Death of Sisterhood</title><content type='html'>The newspaper The Daily Mail renowned for infuriating middle england with stories of maurading gangs, hooded youths, criminal migrants, benefit cheats, scroungers etc. has now alarming married women all over Britian with tales of single career women stalking their husbands. &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/femail.html?in_page_id=1879"&gt;Apparently sisterhood is dead and married men are now fair game.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/femail.html?in_page_id=1879"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116672432548238738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwISd9YSVZI/AAAAAAAAACc/LRyn-NJXpsI/s320/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I am generalising but... When people marry young they choose partners largely for their potential. Women give up work to raise kids while other women go off to pursue careers. Men don't have to choose between career and family in the way that women do. Call it a midlife crisis but something happens in later life and people re-examine their choices. People some times grow appart. At work it is more of a level playing field between men and women and friendships develop. I've also met the wives of many a handsome and charming executive and found them dumpy, frumpy and incapable of holding a conversation on any topic except their kids and Eastenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did 20 minutes on the rowing machine. Note to self: do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3590588786453885866?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3590588786453885866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3590588786453885866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3590588786453885866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3590588786453885866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/death-of-sisterhood.html' title='Death of Sisterhood'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwISd9YSVZI/AAAAAAAAACc/LRyn-NJXpsI/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7424074481921554274</id><published>2007-10-01T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:49:16.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why internet dating names should be chosen with care.</title><content type='html'>With two weeks to myself I want to use the time wisely and do someting to improve my life. First thing set up some dates with prospective boyfriends. To do this I logged onto my account at &lt;a href="http://www.match.com/"&gt;Match.com &lt;/a&gt;. With a parade of losers like this it is a wonder I haven't lost my will to live as well as lack of interest in all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwDfLdYSVYI/AAAAAAAAACU/DvfXFeKuq78/s1600-h/uglyman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116334564650931586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwDfLdYSVYI/AAAAAAAAACU/DvfXFeKuq78/s320/uglyman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This gem is divorced, 51 (although he could easily pass for 60), kids and calls himself asyoulike69. Aaarggghhh. What is it with guys and the names? ridethenine anyone? He says he is looking to start life 'afresh'. In otherwords yet another one that has been married for 20 odd years and after having the life sucked out of him is now looking for a 'babe' to teach him how to be young again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicho2 also winked (letting me know he likes me) at me from match. This one actually warranted my first angry response. The more I read the more insulted I felt. Nicho is 51, short, fat, bald, 3 kids, tatooed, unemployed with a highschool education and likes fish and steak pies. Nicho2 'dont read alot'. His travel includes 'spain' twice and he lives in Norwich. He says he didn't put a photo up because he doesn't have any flattering pictures of himself. Thank god. I think that would have pushed me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple that had potential. If I had to judge the men I previously dated by what they looked like on paper I am sure I wouldn't have dated any of them. Least of all again the married man. Not that you would call that dating. But the fact he is younger, earns less than me and is heavily into sports would have ruled him out. So maybe I should give a few of the marginally attractive ones a go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is going to be a quiet week. I bought new table lamp for the bedroom. I think I might freshen up the decor a bit and buy myself another silk nightie for when Mark comes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7424074481921554274?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7424074481921554274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7424074481921554274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7424074481921554274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7424074481921554274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/10/dating.html' title='Why internet dating names should be chosen with care.'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RwDfLdYSVYI/AAAAAAAAACU/DvfXFeKuq78/s72-c/uglyman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2899843038462232249</id><published>2007-09-28T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:58:58.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4Kt8ydLisI/AAAAAAAAAHM/umIxuEdY0DI/s1600-h/self.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872183513189058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4Kt8ydLisI/AAAAAAAAAHM/umIxuEdY0DI/s320/self.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the morning off work today and saw Loverboy for a bit of fun and games before he flies off to Thailand for his friend's wedding. It was great to see him and have some steamy sex. But I felt empty. The protection mechanism kicked in and is firmly in place, working well. I don't feel consumed by this affair or even like I will miss him. With two weeks to myself I want to use the tme wisely and make myself stronger, better and more in control. I can't afford to jepordise my self-esteem. I need to do all I can keep it healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2899843038462232249?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2899843038462232249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2899843038462232249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2899843038462232249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2899843038462232249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-weeks.html' title='Two weeks'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R4Kt8ydLisI/AAAAAAAAAHM/umIxuEdY0DI/s72-c/self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1271804687689786401</id><published>2007-09-27T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:17:48.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UZ-CdLjHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SAZdn17dT38/s1600-h/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158057501824617586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UZ-CdLjHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SAZdn17dT38/s400/blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My jealous pang has eased off a bit. I think it was the whole couple thing with all weddings, anniversaries were an unwelcome reminder that it has been 6 years since my last boyfriend. To make matters worse my history of relationships has been crap. The last boyfriend was always saying, "I'm not in love with you, but you will do until somebody more my type comes into my life". It lasted 7 years. We saw each other at weekends when boredom would unite us. Sex was rare and equally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one serious relationship that could have seen me walking down the isle. That ended 20 years ago. He got into drugs and went as low as anyone could go. Cheated on me with strippers. Eventually he was stealing from friends, sleeping rough and knocked up a crack whore. Luckily I was long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is what happens in a lot of relationships except not as extreme. One spouse moves up the scale and the other falls behind and gets fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy called at 11 pm last night drunk and in a bar. I noted that for 5 nights in a row he and his wife had conflicting plans each evening. Both of them work full time and clearly they don't spend much time with each other. He was getting ready to leave and wanted to know if he could stop by on the way home. "I have to see you", he said. "I have been thinking about you all day. I just want to see your face and hold you. God you sound sexy. "What are you wearing?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounded disappointed when I said I was wearing just a pair of panties. "What no bra?" Bras don't feel comfortable as a sleeping garment. I was sleeping alone. I tried to explain but the bar was too noisy. He asked me to leave the hallway light on. I freshened myself up and checked that my home was tidy. I opened my lingere draw and slipped on a white baby doll top to match the panties. I went back to bed. He wouldn't be arriving for at least an hour and I am sure he would find away of waking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the baby doll and in particular the panties. His colour is 'white' as he likes me to look pure and feminine. We kissed breifly before he pushed me back down on the bed and spread my legs. His fingers pushed my panties to one side as he fingered my clit and then slid his fingers in. Conversation was brief. He was here to pleasure me and make me moan. He reached into my toy box for my toys and started fucking me with one. He ordered me to get on all fours. I did as he asked knowing what would come next. He doesn't view fucking me with toys to be 'cheating' and it is also his fetish. I let out a moan as he inserted a large vibrator into my ass. I already had one in my pussy and being fucked by the two together was quite intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came quite quickly. Instead of letting up he kept fucking me harder and faster varying his strokes and exploring my holes determined to make me come again and again. Occasionaly it became too intense and quite uncomfortable and I would let out a moan but mostly I moaned with pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure. Mark loves playing with toys and was in his element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour Talk about your previous relationships and make him feel a little bit of pain so he will think of them as rivals and try to prove himself superior.y had to go home to his wife and I was exhausted. Loverboy talked about wanting me to fuck him up the ass again but said it would have to wait for when he has more time. He didn't want to remove his clothes and go home with strange smells on him. This visit was all about me submitting myself to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept the conversation clear of my insecurities. Well I tried. I did make a comment about their 'romantic vacation'. The pictured of the bedroom cottage with its pretty thatched roof and four poster bed with beautiful white linen and sheer curtains blowing in the tropical breeze was stuck in my head. I've never been to a wedding. But I imagine that they are incredibly romantic and that romance is as infectious as sars. Everyone all talking about love, happiness with the champagne flowing and imaging a better future as a twosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not a romantic vacation. We are only going because friends of ours are getting married." Sternly put words but, I reminded myself that he said just recently that he very much loves his wife. Just the day before he said again that he does not want to get divorced. How could he resist not getting swept up in the romance? They are the couple that everyone looks up to. You know the good looking, happy couple, ten years down the line with the beautiful home, great car and luxury lifestyle? They are living the dream. They have what everyone else wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exactly what I want minus the cheating husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he left I felt numb. I am seeing him again tomorrow. We both have the day off. I sense his feelings for me are getting stronger while my heart is firmly encased in a protective shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1271804687689786401?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1271804687689786401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1271804687689786401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1271804687689786401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1271804687689786401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/feverish.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UZ-CdLjHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SAZdn17dT38/s72-c/blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7958651893343055970</id><published>2007-09-26T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:32:08.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Losing the plot</title><content type='html'>I am feeling pangs of jealously again. After a nice Monday night spent with Loverboy being very tender and emotional with me I spoke to him on the phone last night and could hear the excitement in his voice as they prepare for their trip to Thailand. They are leaving this Saturday for two weeks. The hotel they are staying in is 4 star and pure luxury. The picture of the infinity pool with an ocean view was amazing (he sent a link).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apartently co-incides with their 10 year wedding aniversary and if that wasn't enough the wedding and reception of one of their oldest and best friends is also taking place there. His wife is the made of honour and he is the best man. He also asked me to help write his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over while his wife was shopping for new outfits and handed me a card for my birthday and had sex with me (my present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of his secret life softens the blow. I can't think of anything worse than to be married to a man who cheats. The marriage and trust is all but an illusion.  The soon to be bride and groom look to them as role models. There were references in the speech how they hope that they  'may be as happy as we are'. sic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvpqvdYSVXI/AAAAAAAAACM/16YysXRkkM0/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114517690405508466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvpqvdYSVXI/AAAAAAAAACM/16YysXRkkM0/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I checked my online dating site this morning and made a date with a guy for next week. Exact day to be confirmed. Hard to tell from the picture whether I will be attracted to him or not. The sooner I get a boyfriend the sooner I can end it with Loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part in desperation and in part curiousity I went to a BSDM meet and greet party. Was weird walking into a room full of single men and women and knowing the reason we are all here is because we all like 'kinky sex'. It is a wide spectrum to be sure. But it wasn't hard to pick out people that wore their sexuality on their sleeve. Dominent or submissive? Mild BSDM or Hardcore S&amp;amp;M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got chatted up quite a bit. One older guy seemed particularily smitten but I felt repulsed by some one so much older and craggier than myself or my current lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept this quiet. I want to scream in anger at him and frustration that I am single and the situation I am in. That he should be sharing his life with one women but claiming to be in love with me. That I should still be single and seeing him when I am smart, funny, beautiful, thin, cultured, polite and have so much to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the only consolation is that I would rather be this side of his marriage than the other. I would hate to be in her shoes. Better to be single and independent than being cheated on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7958651893343055970?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7958651893343055970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7958651893343055970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7958651893343055970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7958651893343055970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/losing-plot.html' title='Losing the plot'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvpqvdYSVXI/AAAAAAAAACM/16YysXRkkM0/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-9071758892843811643</id><published>2007-09-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:40:57.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5URSSdLjFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OcK41fMmCDY/s1600-h/924844___call_me__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158047954112318546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5URSSdLjFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OcK41fMmCDY/s400/924844___call_me__.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally the silence broke. "Hello sex kitten, I am feeling very horny. Any chance you will be home later?" He then sent me a text about being in meetings and that he will call me tonight. Sounds promising. Looking forward to being tied up and have him do terrible things to me for a change. I wonder where his wife is tonight? I sent her an email about the 'voice mail' but she hasn't responded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-9071758892843811643?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/9071758892843811643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=9071758892843811643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/9071758892843811643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/9071758892843811643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/message.html' title='Message'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5URSSdLjFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OcK41fMmCDY/s72-c/924844___call_me__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3846357025739259530</id><published>2007-09-24T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:15:30.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspence</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I checked my answer machine and there on the call display was his wife's cell phone number but no message. I rang back and received no answer. I tried them on their home line and only got their answer machine. I didn't leave a message. The likely scenario is that she accidently activated her phone and it dialed my number. But it does raise another possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That possibility is becoming increaingly worrying. Normally he calls me every morning after he leaves for work. This morning nothing. I am tempted to call him or at least send a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare for fear of the worst. If she does know or at least suspects my text message may confirms it. Better to sit tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried distracting myself by checking my inbox for my online dating profile. Depressing - 4 messages 2 a bit tatooed and 'oi mate', 1 in his 50's but could easily 'get on the bus for free' and the last one separated from a 22 year old marriage with 3 kids and looking to start life over. Poor guy looks like he has had his life sapped from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my career is on an upswing. I am about to accept a very prestigious post. It comes with an attractive salary. Not huge, but this will up my profile considerably in my industry. I sometimes wonder if my career is to blame for being single. I was watching Sex in the City where Miranda went speed dating as a partner in a law firm and got zero intrest until she said she was a 'trolly dolly'. Ping she got a date from a doctor. Ok he lied as well but she got laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it never would have worked out. But it got me to wondering why and not for the first time. I always thought that if I became a high quality woman I would attract a high quality man. Again I not talking about money. I am no gold digger. What I want is an easy and pleasant life. I want travel, adventure, a comfortable home, warmth, security and to do something I enjoy and that makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theloverspoint.com/archives/38-Tips-on-Dating-a-beautiful,-educated-and-successful-woman.html"&gt;"Attracting and dating a beaultiful, educated and successful woman in not every guy's cup of tea. Unlike women with basic education, special skills are required to date these women." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article above is certainly true for me, but I never knew these were special skills. I thought not using cheesey chat up lines and trying to get a woman to go back to yours on a first date applied to all women? I never realised these were rules that are unknown to men as they only apply to a very small sample and special classification of women, 'educated womean' only. Jeepers more argument for pro-education I say! Time to educate the men as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advicefromasingledatingexpert.com/why-dont-men-like-smart-strong-successful-women"&gt;When a man goes out with a woman, he’s not as concerned with whether she’s articulate and on track to make p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advicefromasingledatingexpert.com/why-dont-men-like-smart-strong-successful-women"&gt;artner at the law firm. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RveaK9YSVWI/AAAAAAAAACE/c_ukmSZv5Ls/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113725414968284514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RveaK9YSVWI/AAAAAAAAACE/c_ukmSZv5Ls/s320/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've heard it said when a man works hard he is providing for his families future and is doing it for them. He wants to be a good provider and for them to have a good standard of living. It is no different for me. I wouldn't be able to afford my own home and be comfortable otherwise. The interesting point in this article is the application of a double standard. It suggests men see successful women as the opposite of easy and pleasant. The flip side of good character traits. They preceive that successful women will be more difficult and opinionated as well as put pressure on them to achieve even though those are the end goals for us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy and a pleasant life. Who wouldn't want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also is the same reason why men cheat rather than rock the boat. I just hope for all of us that the boat isn't rockng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3846357025739259530?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3846357025739259530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3846357025739259530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3846357025739259530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3846357025739259530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/suspence.html' title='Suspence'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RveaK9YSVWI/AAAAAAAAACE/c_ukmSZv5Ls/s72-c/success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5729259768316367881</id><published>2007-09-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:38:16.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting impression</title><content type='html'>The text messages yesterday told me everything. I was on his mind from the second he woke until he walked in the door of his marital home. The previous evenings activities left him wanting more and feeling very 'sexed up'. To use his words. He was also imagining where to take things next. So am I, hence I am still reading for ideas for next time. It also means that I will need to go shopping again for a few new toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5729259768316367881?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5729259768316367881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5729259768316367881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5729259768316367881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5729259768316367881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/lasting-impression.html' title='Lasting impression'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2054391888649427450</id><published>2007-09-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:12:10.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Emotion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvU0L9YSVVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CLpO0Wv8030/s1600-h/felatio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050332008699218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvU0L9YSVVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CLpO0Wv8030/s320/felatio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it when a plan comes together. As soon as I arrived home I tidied up and ran the vacuum around. The scented candles were lit and I drew myself a nice hot bath adding some bathing salts. I love lying in the bath surrounded by my lotions and potions watching the steam rise up against the flickering candles. A glass of wine in the bath is marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice pampering session giving myself a facial, manicure, pedicure and skin treatment. The coconut and vanilla body lotion felt wonderful as it glided all over my body. I massaged it in slowly taking care around my pussy which was shaved completely as it tingled. Afterwwards I put on one of his favourite outfits and mine. I don't know what is about lingerie but I am addicted to dressing up for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed to read from some of the books I purchased earlier. I let myself drift off to sleep a bit with the candles in the bedroom still lit. When I heard the key in the lock I laid still for him to come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight that greeted him was met with approval. He told me how much he wanted to fall asleep with me in his arms. The sex was amazing. But what amazed me even more was how emotional and loving towards me he seemed. It would have been so nice to let myself go and fall in love. However firmly planted in my mind was that "He is a married man who will be going to home to his wife and their beautiful home. He is a liar, a cheater and a coward. Given the chance he would be just as disloyal to me. He is a dog. No matter what happens I deserve better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to let him penatrate my heart and just focussed on our mutual pleasure. His image of being a good husband is nothing more than a sham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2054391888649427450?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2054391888649427450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2054391888649427450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2054391888649427450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2054391888649427450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/emotion.html' title='Emotion?'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvU0L9YSVVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CLpO0Wv8030/s72-c/felatio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-2301193653937641851</id><published>2007-09-20T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:54:14.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Tonight's activities</title><content type='html'>Got a text message that Loverboy is out with his work mates tonight. His wife is visiting some relatives. So separate activities mean that he will be stopping by for an hour on the way home. I am so happy that I have no plans for tonight and will be home. I am so horny and looking forward to his having his wicked way with me. He is a very playful lover and like to dig his fingers deep inside and make me cum at least 5 times before he fucks me. When he leaves I am always exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one session he used various toys on me for 4 hours non stop. He has asked me to get the toys ready. Of course they are always cleaned and put away each time. However the house and particular the bedroom is a bit messy, so I will need to do a little tidy. It usually is by the end of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-2301193653937641851?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/2301193653937641851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=2301193653937641851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2301193653937641851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/2301193653937641851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/tonights-activities.html' title='Tonight&apos;s activities'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-9099929139058207560</id><published>2007-09-20T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:16:13.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resources'/><title type='text'>Hitting the books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvJHPPUHtwI/AAAAAAAAABk/2NDXukrzbcQ/s1600-h/phone+sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112226854153467650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvJHPPUHtwI/AAAAAAAAABk/2NDXukrzbcQ/s320/phone+sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this sex is making me want more not less. Prior to this affair my last meaningful relationship ended 2 years ago. After suffering a two year drought its great to be complimented for my talents. I love sucking cock and being able to deliver an amazing blow job is a great feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is always more to learn. On the days we don't see each other it is good to keep the anticipation running at full tilt. Rude little texts and some pervy phone sex really keeps us on heat. Coco de Mer one of my favourite shops has a fabulous selection of books on everything from being dominent to phone sex. After picking out a selection I am now hitting the books to improve my art even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of hitting I couldn't resist this cute paddle! Wonder who it will be used on first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-9099929139058207560?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/9099929139058207560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=9099929139058207560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/9099929139058207560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/9099929139058207560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/hitting-books.html' title='Hitting the books'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvJHPPUHtwI/AAAAAAAAABk/2NDXukrzbcQ/s72-c/phone+sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3325372239590553163</id><published>2007-09-19T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:52:53.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing to please a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Tips for Dating a Married Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found so far the whole experience very liberating! Encounters with Mark are extroadinary and all about fantasy. And is the way it should be. A wonderful sexual dreamscape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEnp_UHtvI/AAAAAAAAABc/P4vCVA3x6Qo/s1600-h/nightdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111910654366168818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEnp_UHtvI/AAAAAAAAABc/P4vCVA3x6Qo/s320/nightdress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let him come to you and do all the calling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember he is married and it is probably not going to change anytime soon, if ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk only with someone you trust and who doesn't know his wife. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't ask or talk about the future. Always stay in the present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make yourself available for dates with other men and keep your eyes open for his replacement. You don't owe him your fidelity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't need to know what he is doing when he is not with you. Keep your life brief as well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make your time together exceptional. Stock his favourite tipple, light candles (scented)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear you best lingerie and use him to make yourself feel great. Indulge youself and buy more. When you are having amazing sex £175 for a nightdress seems reasonable. &lt;a href="http://www.luxuryfrenchlingerie.com/"&gt;http://www.luxuryfrenchlingerie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiment sexually. This is a safe situation for you to as he has more to lose by telling tales. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t expect anything and you won’t be disappointed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t know what really goes in their marriage so don't assume or take his word as gospel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t try to force change or trap him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to him and don't blab on about your life. Watch his body language and enjoy his company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t ask questions, you may not like the answers to, like his vacation with his wife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of women get involved with married men. Statistics say 40% of married men will cheat at some point. It is almost just as high for women as well. There are also times when it suits such as in between relationships or not just wanting to get serious. You get the company of a man with lots of sex and no strings. You also get your freedom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3325372239590553163?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3325372239590553163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3325372239590553163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3325372239590553163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3325372239590553163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/tips-for-dating-married-man.html' title='Tips for Dating a Married Man'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEnp_UHtvI/AAAAAAAAABc/P4vCVA3x6Qo/s72-c/nightdress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5586529170650793115</id><published>2007-09-19T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:28:29.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating the Boudoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Does your decor create a positve effect on the libido?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.andsotobed.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111880795753526994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEMf_UHttI/AAAAAAAAABM/r2pzfNzPQMo/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I stopped by Loverboys house to give him a wake-up call. I prefer my own home and don't like to do it in some one else's bed. That increases the risk factor as well as adding insult to injury. He insisted and curiousity about what their bedroom would be like also motivated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEKR_UHtpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a9iLxah_mY0/s1600-h/cheap+bed+linen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111878356212102802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEKR_UHtpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a9iLxah_mY0/s320/cheap+bed+linen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He left the door open and I walked up the stairs to find him lying naked in their small bed waiting for me. The room smelled musky and stale. Glaring sunlight streamed through the net curtains almost blinding me. I guess it was what you'd expect from a subhurban married couple's bedroom. It was a little bit sad that it was the least lavishly decorated room in the house. I didn't feel my usual and erotic self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive furnishings were reserved for the rooms they entertain in, the living room, dining room etc. I sat down beside him on the cheap tacky blue and yellow poly-cotton duvet cover and placed my handbag on her bedside table next to her brick-a-bac. My handbag never looked so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The table lamps looked like they cost £10, if that, and had the same dingy patern as the duvet cover. The lemon coloured walls had a boarder of wallpaper with the same pattern. Probably from Argos, years ago. The bed seemed very small. . The furniture was cheap white MDF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking to the effect of good bedroom decor on the libido. My own bedroom is decorated in rich browns, reds, pink and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My tips for a seductive bedroom decor are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Zr8idLjNI/AAAAAAAAALc/yP1wuo5YQv4/s1600-h/lamp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158429110985002194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5Zr8idLjNI/AAAAAAAAALc/yP1wuo5YQv4/s400/lamp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEKpvUHtrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4hgy8kXtvCI/s1600-h/erotic+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111878764233995954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEKpvUHtrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4hgy8kXtvCI/s320/erotic+pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose good colours for sex: reds, black, purple (not lilac), pinks (warm and rich with darker colours), creams (again with darker colours), flesh colours, gold, metalics, dark browns and maroons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bigger and more dramatic the bed the better. Think of it as a stage. Don't discount sleigh beds for the kinky appeal - ropes can be wound around the feet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't go for Divans - yuck!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luxurious artwork and the more erotic the better. Big and oversized is best. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of pillows and cushions - these will come in handy ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEKg_UHtqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/c1dCA0CNToA/s1600-h/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflective surfaces and large mirrors&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEMqPUHtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZherlxxuKqg/s1600-h/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111880971847186146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEMqPUHtuI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZherlxxuKqg/s320/wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful Dressing table (minimum of make up and perfume)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of texture- fur throws, leather, silk, satan and some rougher surfaces ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toy box for your stash of toys (the more the better) as well as &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lotions, oils, room scents, lubes, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lamps with soft diffused lighting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rich draps (no net curtains!) or blinds if the decor is ultra chic and modern&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite shops for the bedroom are &lt;a href="http://www.coco-de-mer.co.uk/"&gt;Coco de Mer&lt;/a&gt; a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEMafUHtsI/AAAAAAAAABE/FpXxQIv_IXE/s1600-h/toybox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111880701264246466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEMafUHtsI/AAAAAAAAABE/FpXxQIv_IXE/s320/toybox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd &lt;a href="http://www.andsotobed.co.uk/"&gt;And So to Bed&lt;/a&gt;! I guarantee you won't get a solid night's sleep! If you are still not convinced that the bedroom is worthy of luxury furniture consider that this is the place where you will spend approximately 1/3 of your life. The right matress can make a huge difference in getting a good night's sleep as well preventing back aches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5586529170650793115?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5586529170650793115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5586529170650793115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5586529170650793115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5586529170650793115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-believe-decor-has-no-effect.html' title='Does your decor create a positve effect on the libido?'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvEMf_UHttI/AAAAAAAAABM/r2pzfNzPQMo/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-3606707598995908127</id><published>2007-09-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:37:07.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first vacation together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_wdTJvhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XGyxHXrUVs/s1600-h/smithvacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111568488236811922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_wdTJvhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XGyxHXrUVs/s320/smithvacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait until he can sneak away for 10 whole days with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-3606707598995908127?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/3606707598995908127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=3606707598995908127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3606707598995908127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/3606707598995908127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-first-vacation-together.html' title='Our first vacation together'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_wdTJvhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XGyxHXrUVs/s72-c/smithvacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-8602170331842939620</id><published>2007-09-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:34:26.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>expirement</title><content type='html'>After 3 months we are comfortable with each other and the situation. I can predict which nights I will see him and almost every opportunity is taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I brought him a prostrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;massaging&lt;/span&gt; toy by Nexus and treated him to his first anal penetration. He trusts me enough to use it on him along with other toys now. He absolutely loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_7HjJvhrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TVbgGS4xzsI/s1600-h/massager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111580209202562738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_7HjJvhrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TVbgGS4xzsI/s320/massager.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like a lot of men he associated anal sex with being gay. But after witnessing me in the full throws of pleasure at having a vibrator inserted in my ass he wanted to try it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has now given us more options.... Such as me giving him a blow job while penetrating him anally or using a double ended vibrator so we can penetrate each other and grind it into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are opening up to each other and discussing our most private fantasies and trying new things. Sex is now an incredible game for us to play. He said that he never knew sex could be like this and he finds normal sex boring now. Telling me, "I've never felt like this before and had feelings so strong for anyone else", he told me one night. I feel exactly the same way. I had a boyfriend and sex just involved the missionary position with me lying there staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;I always wished sex could be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is it might be difficult to go back to regular sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-8602170331842939620?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/8602170331842939620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=8602170331842939620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8602170331842939620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/8602170331842939620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/09/expirement.html' title='expirement'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_7HjJvhrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TVbgGS4xzsI/s72-c/massager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1793753359857842760</id><published>2007-08-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:59:15.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Why men cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_6uDJvhqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/t3559kmi0fU/s1600-h/housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111579771115898530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_6uDJvhqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/t3559kmi0fU/s320/housewife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know Mark loves his wife. I know they have a good marriage. He is the type of husband that any woman would dream of wanting for a husband. Their home is beautiful and warm. They are both successful and have an enviable lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why does he cheat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Generally there are 3 reasons why men cheat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't want to leave a relationship without the support of another person so choose to an exit affair. In this they sometimes want to get caught. The affair is their ticket out as well as validation they can still get some one else and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The marriage has broken down but they don't want to leave for reasons of children, financial and the hassle. It is an easy way to have their cake and eat it too. Often they have grown appart or she hasn't aged as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boredom, sexual needs not being met and a crime of opportunity. This is the man who will lie, deny it and when faced with over whelming evidence will appologise profusely and say it is all a mistake but a year later will do it again. Once they get a taste for it they will do it again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think he is in the third group. He seems to regard this as temporary and fun thing. I know because he talks so fondly of his relationship with his wife and always uses the words us, we, ours etc. He seems happy being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is holding me in my arms telling me how much he cares for me, how gorgeous I am and how much he enjoys spending time I remind myself that this a man who loves his wife and who cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the three he is the worst kind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1793753359857842760?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1793753359857842760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1793753359857842760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1793753359857842760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1793753359857842760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-men-cheat.html' title='Why men cheat'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_6uDJvhqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/t3559kmi0fU/s72-c/housewife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1845267087451576923</id><published>2007-08-02T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:46:29.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_7vDJvhsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oTpHGaQ7LDU/s1600-h/champagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111580887807395522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_7vDJvhsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oTpHGaQ7LDU/s320/champagne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was having a girlie chat with some friends when one girl admitted that in her early years at college she entered into a couple of relationships with married men. Although she didn’t consider herself a prostitute she was ‘funded’ and she probably wouldn’t have entered into the relationship if he hadn’t promised to ‘help her’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at S. I expected her, as a married woman, to be horrified by all these disclosures. To my astonishment she wasn’t. She said that there have been times that the one of the reasons they have stayed together was money. As a couple they a fantastic lifestyle and if they were to split up that would all change. She only ever dated men who had a good income and couldn’t see any thing wrong with expecting the man you are in a relationship with to contribute financially. The second reason was their social circle, family and all the disappointment it would cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be married so badly but I admit that those two things scare me as well. What if it doesn't work out? What would it be like to come out the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was the one shocked. Of course S has never worked. She understands why women want to. But she doesn’t need the power and security a job brings as she already has it. Two words strike fear into any married man with money, ‘fifty percent’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S said she thinks I am foolish not to ask him for upkeep. For me though that is one line I never want to cross. I can’t get out of my head that women who get paid are prostitutes not some one’s lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S says that she traded her life, her fertility, her time, her body, maid service, counselling and so on for money and status. Of course love was part of it. But money, and the ability to provide her with the lifestyle and identity she wanted, was the first criteria that had to be met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1845267087451576923?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1845267087451576923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1845267087451576923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1845267087451576923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1845267087451576923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/08/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/Ru_7vDJvhsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oTpHGaQ7LDU/s72-c/champagne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4918856087390989619</id><published>2007-07-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:38:21.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Lies and damed lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UezCdLjJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/52YdBq-lvNw/s1600-h/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158062810404195474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UezCdLjJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/52YdBq-lvNw/s400/legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my naughty boy. The time we spend together is fantastic. As long as it stays pleasurable I will continue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the trappings of dressing up and enjoying an evening of sexy chat in an upmarket restaurant followed by some steamy sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his wife but I think the sex is less adventurous. He is missing the adventure. He likes stockings, suspenders, split crotch panties, corsets, pasties, paddles, anal, blowjobs, weird locations, toys as well as bit of bondage and a bit of S&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we talked the more I wondered about what married sex is really like. None of what he said was odd. Not to me anyway. I have my limits - scat, animals, watersport, blood, latex exteme bondage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely they must have done something such as blowjobs in the beginning? It all just seemed normal to me. Are there really woman out there that would have a problem with any of it? Isn't sex supposed to be fun and a little naughty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine not dressing up for sex. For me that is the best part. Oh yeah bring on the baby doll dresses and garters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a sexy nurse costume is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that for for one night he could do or tell me to do whatever he wanted for the rest of the evening. I would submit no matter what. He got out my toy box and fucked me for hours on end with my toys as I lay there at his mercy. It was an eye watering experience when he inserted my biggest vibrator into my pussy and then proceeded to fuck me vigorously in my ass with another toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of gratitude on his face was amazing. I enjoyed it as well and felt liberated because at last I had been given permission to enjoy adventurous sex!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4918856087390989619?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4918856087390989619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4918856087390989619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4918856087390989619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4918856087390989619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/lies-and-damed-lies.html' title='Lies and damed lies'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UezCdLjJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/52YdBq-lvNw/s72-c/legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-1075545191350786059</id><published>2007-07-29T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:59:54.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>The affair has really been going well every since the quickie. We are now spending more time together and he has even stayed the night. Because we do have genuine feelings for each other the sex is passion charged. We like to play games and explore some of the kinkier aspects. The fact that is married is a saftey net for me as well. I've been in relationships where my partner has looked at me with disdain for suggesting certain things. I feel freer and more honest than I have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a man who says he has never done anything like this he seems incredibly comfortable with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to play detective and see what my naughty boy has been up to. I found him very quickly. He made no effort to disguise himself on a 'no strings attached sex wanted site'. I was less shocked than I thought I would be. The feeling of relief washed away any guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listed his desires as 'lunchtime quickies' and afterwork sessions as well as weekend time on occasion. According to his profile his online activities stopped about the same time as his 'indecent proposal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the site is quite 'down market' as well I can't help but wonder about the women he is likely to attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which is worse... some guy posting his details on a site and with possibly dozens of partners going back years or having a mistress and a safer option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-1075545191350786059?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/1075545191350786059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=1075545191350786059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1075545191350786059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/1075545191350786059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-7235546956164249824</id><published>2007-07-07T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:35:24.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys and equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Late night visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UeISdLjII/AAAAAAAAAKs/lR-Fc6Fb3RI/s1600-h/phone+sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158062075964787842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UeISdLjII/AAAAAAAAAKs/lR-Fc6Fb3RI/s400/phone+sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loverboy and I met for lunch yesterday. What transpired was nothing more than a friendly chat between friends without any hint of adulterous activities. As we are both in the same industry and we mainly discussed work. Without as much as a peck of the cheek or even a single touch we said our goodbyes. Later that night I received a SMS message asking me to 'get my toy out' and get ready for phone sex. When it was over he was emotional. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. He did make it clear this wasn't just about sex and he wanted a bigger role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-7235546956164249824?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/7235546956164249824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=7235546956164249824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7235546956164249824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/7235546956164249824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/late-night-visitor.html' title='Late night visitor'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5UeISdLjII/AAAAAAAAAKs/lR-Fc6Fb3RI/s72-c/phone+sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5260963824890241392</id><published>2007-07-04T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:04:06.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>The Rules of Being a Good Mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SYMydLjAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n9sitGHN4DA/s1600-h/girle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157914818716077058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SYMydLjAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n9sitGHN4DA/s400/girle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning my married lover and I rode together for work when his earlier train was cancelled. He was telling me about his plans for the weekend and the next vacation he is taking his wife on, receipes they like to cook together and everything else. I just listened and tried to be understanding. He really does love her and doesn't want his marriage to end. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He wants me to continue to see me and for me to be his wife’s friend. He says if I don't become his wife’s friend he will end it with me. They live in a gorgeous house and have the life I envy. My situation is weaker than the two of them together but better than if they were single like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been given the rules. I am now adjusting to living under a different set of rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A878204"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A878204&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using these as a starting point to write my own Manifesto and set clear boundaries so I do not get ‘swallowed’ up in this. The apart about remaining emotionally detached and not falling in love is unfortunately already too late for me. I am in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5260963824890241392?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5260963824890241392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5260963824890241392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5260963824890241392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5260963824890241392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/introduction-to-rules.html' title='The Rules of Being a Good Mistress'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SYMydLjAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/n9sitGHN4DA/s72-c/girle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5761358781535844540</id><published>2007-07-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:00:47.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating progress report'/><title type='text'>Dating progress</title><content type='html'>I am still dating. Being a mistress offers no long term guarantee of commitment. Tonight I checked my inbox on Match.com and found this gem had winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly he had no photo. But his stats are: age is 47; occupation 'student'; salary less than 12k; divorced; smokes regularily (I said in my profile I hate smoking) and here is the best bit his 'about me'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm one of the last great english eccentrics, i live my life as a work of art.an existentialist zen poet.i&lt;br /&gt;am orange, you are purple, chin chun chong, bad boy, 3.15 fontwell, bet a pony , win a monkey.I have nothing to declare except my Gnu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite hot spots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i would like to take my date up" the road less travelled"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;smoking drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I read the Guardian Obits every morning... if i'm not in there then it is quite possible i'll get up at some point during the&lt;br /&gt;day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About that last bit - One can only hope!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5761358781535844540?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5761358781535844540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5761358781535844540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5761358781535844540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5761358781535844540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/dating-progress.html' title='Dating progress'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-4794556726373688976</id><published>2007-07-03T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:08:43.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>Seeking a little stress relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SnWydLjCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uuhyyo5ANas/s1600-h/generic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157931483189185570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SnWydLjCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uuhyyo5ANas/s400/generic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was on my way home when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a text message from 'him'. (note to self: I need to come up a suggestion on what to call him. 'My lover' sounds too cliche) Apparently he had a miserable day at work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantasised&lt;/span&gt; about my lips. He wanted to know if my mouth would feel good wrapped around him and if I was really a swallower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a flash back to the night when I was on top of him while his wife was waiting for him in bed unaware of what we were doing. I remember seductively taunting him with 'I love sucking cock and always lust after every drop'. I'm sure he had that in mind when he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as he was genuinely working late, and was probably already under suspicion, the encounter had to be very brief. I started the foreplay while he was on the train with some seductive and filthy texts of how much I was looking forward to taking him in my mouth and sampling his juices. I also let it be known that I was playing with myself as I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me that he had left the train and was now walking down our road and wanted to finish things with a phone call, I had to explain that I was serious about him coming over for a quick oral release. "Are you serious? You know I have no time to talk or return the favour are you going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with that?", he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to taste you", I purred. "Plus I have a nice cold drink for you as well. You don't have to say a word. When I open the door I'll hand you your drink and then drop to my knees. I'll have you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-stressed and on your way home in less than 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unadventurous&lt;/span&gt; sex life left him a little unprepared about encounters with females more liberal minded in every sense of the word. Still a bit shocked that I was serious he protested and said that he couldn't risk going home with any evidence or strange smells. He hadn't quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; that I seriously liked it. He thought most girls only did it in the beginning of a relationship and then only begrudgingly. I got the feeling his wife didn't do this sort of thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised him that I wasn't wearing perfume. True. His other concern was that our conversation had him to the point of "bursting" and he was afraid of any evidence. One lick might be enough to set him off. I re-assured him that as long he could manage to drop his pants quickly it wouldn't be a problem and I would take care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he agreed and 4 minutes later came the knock on my door. I handed him the drink while he released himself to me. I took him in my mouth and felt him swell. I could tell immediately he wasn't going to last and skipped the part where I would normally tease him a bit with my tongue and instead took him fully into my mouth and wrapped my lips around him while my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; caressed him. I then started to suck hard and prepare myself for swallowing. Never having done anything with him before I didn't know how much was to 'cum' so I prepared for a massive load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been single now for 7 years. Before that I was with a guy with a very low sex drive, overly conservative and had health problems. Performing oral on is man is something I have not had a huge of experience with. Previous daliances provided mixed results. Often not worth repeating - great guy, fantastic looking cock but funky taste, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wiffy&lt;/span&gt; smells, ugly bulging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;veins&lt;/span&gt; or the belief that nice girls don't- "It's dirty!!" Plus most of the time I was programmed to present myself as marriage material, not as a fuck toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was good it was very, very good. But finding a man with good material to engage in what could become one of favourite activities is difficult. I do enjoy it and have an enormous thirst but only for the right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is so gorgeous and perfect. He tasted yummy. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;crescendo&lt;/span&gt; didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; either of us. I delivered an expertly done blow job and didn't miss a drop of his precious cum. I drained him completely dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also downed his drink with even more speed, adjusted himself and departed home. The stop over was under my 5 minute estimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed my quality assurance 'cock test' with flying colours. I am more than delighted with the output and want more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-4794556726373688976?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/4794556726373688976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=4794556726373688976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4794556726373688976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/4794556726373688976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/seeking-little-stress-relief.html' title='Seeking a little stress relief'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/R5SnWydLjCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uuhyyo5ANas/s72-c/generic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659164590305702186.post-5911273573558994052</id><published>2007-07-02T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:45:35.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about having an affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on being the other woman'/><title type='text'>The Initiation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvKqqvUHtxI/AAAAAAAAABs/TmzE8yWmNLA/s1600-h/stool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112336178251020050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvKqqvUHtxI/AAAAAAAAABs/TmzE8yWmNLA/s320/stool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started innocently enough. Having drinks with one of my female friends and getting a bit tipsy. We ended at her home where my house is just a short walk away. All was going well except her husband seemed a bit peeved and a bit off-ish with me. But how things ended with my friend gone upstairs to go to bed while I ended up have a tryst with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his fingers inserted deep inside me and hitting the spot while he was telling me how much he has always desired me. I remember how many times I came but I can't recall who got touchy with whom first. The next day brought a knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband came over to discuss the previous night's misdemeanour. The discussion was cut short by more intimate play. Things didn't go as far as they could have. Both us were still adjusting to the rather sudden change of our relationship and the disbelief at finding ourselves as a pair of adulterers. I've slept with plenty of married men but never husbands of friends. He'd been worried I would lead his wife astray. Now here he was on my sofa and bringing to orgasm with his tongue. After returning the favour and giving him a blowjob, I suggested we have a cooling off period to access things before they went any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was allegedly new territory for him. He claims he has never cheated in his life and now he was imploring me to become his mistress on a very regular basis. For me it is not quite my first encounter with a married man. But in previous cases sometimes the rat didn't tell me up front. In a couple of others I was a mistress in between relationships as and when it suited me. I have especially always maintained a safe distance from husbands of my friends no matter how gorgeous they were. Not sure why he was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my type and if he was single I wouldn't hesitate, as he is also one of the good guys. But with the attraction between us so strong, plus all the usual reasons men cheat and women like me get drawn in mixed up with a liberal amount of alcohol it was a train wreck. After a week of really graphic texts between us (during what was supposed to be the cooling off period) it officially ended with an afternoon drink and then some more appetisers back at mine. With no no partner of my own, life for me is less 'sex and the city' and more like 'tales of a nun'. Feelings of guilt were no match against our lust and they do not have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something powerful and intoxicating about swapping saintly sisterhood for scarlet harlot. Even my bank manager must be wondering what on earth is going on. £250 on sex toys, new lingerie (and not the comfortable kind), perfume, new linen, wallpaper that turns bedrooms into a boudoir, stilettos, haircut, contact lenses (which I haven't worn in ages), gym membership and full hair removal as well as other assorted sundries. Our first proper tryst will be when he doesn't have to rush off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659164590305702186-5911273573558994052?l=ladysalacity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/feeds/5911273573558994052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4659164590305702186&amp;postID=5911273573558994052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5911273573558994052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659164590305702186/posts/default/5911273573558994052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysalacity.blogspot.com/2007/07/iniation.html' title='The Initiation'/><author><name>Just a girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6-MWrA6zSU/RvKqqvUHtxI/AAAAAAAAABs/TmzE8yWmNLA/s72-c/stool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
