tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73503760561637677452011-07-24T22:25:37.555-07:00The good and evil in meMilk and Winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04801388936887867390noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350376056163767745.post-88334073572428161782006-11-17T03:11:00.000-08:002006-11-17T03:45:58.573-08:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span >Okay...<br /></span><br />So there's this guy at my college for the interests of those who want to know... I'm an aspiring advertiser... I'm studying marketing at one of those <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">awesome </span>private advertising schools... whatever... coz that's not the "pole i want to ride" or should i say "the point of this story".<br /><br />I mean he is like a Greek god chiseled to perfection... his arms are so manly they make me wet just looking at them and his eyes oh my fuck, he stares at me and "all resistance" crumbles. I really need to ride his pole and feel his deepness deep inside me... okay enough this is starting to sound like an extract from a porn novel or something. Aah but nonetheless he is my description of the perfect male specimen. I have known him for about three years, sometimes i hate him and other times i love him. Just recently i went against every female rule of conduct and i told him i liked him but what happened you ask... sweet fuck all. Okay i was a bit cowardice i did send him an sms come on do you blame me if i had been rejected then it would have been easier to stomach... the problem... he did not reply... can you believe it he never said a word no sorry, no fuck you just silence. So after that i toke it as his not interested... but his bosom buddy drew my attention to the fact that he never has airtime... whatever make a plan... here's the sms you be the judge. Is it to strong or just right?<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">"Hi $%@^&.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">I really like you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">and im tired of hiding it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">would you consider having drinks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">sometime? It would be nice to get to know</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">you outside of college"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Personally i think he enjoys seeing me squirm, coz i know he likes me... i see it in his stare and his touch... yes he does touch me... but not like that... well not yet anyway...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Just wait and see ill get him... ill ride that pole soon enough and then 'wow' ill have all the dishy dirt and my dear you'll be the first to know...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">he he with a little twinkle in my eye...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350376056163767745-8833407357242816178?l=milkandwine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milk and Winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04801388936887867390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350376056163767745.post-86554717413364748612006-11-17T02:28:00.000-08:002006-11-17T02:50:35.835-08:00Hello Bloggers...<br /><br /><div align="justify">Okay so this is officially my first ever post so if i sound a bit shitty please forgive me. I decided to start a blog after one of my crazy friends who is a famous blogger "being a bitch" recommend i join. you see i have always been a myspace fan but after seeing how much fun she was having i thought i would start. So here i am...</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Heres the reason i decided to call my blog <strong>Milk and Wine</strong>. You see its a bit of a play on words, <strong>milk</strong> in my mind is perceived as innocent because of the colouring and the nurturing properties it posseses and on the other hand <strong>wine</strong> is perceived as passionate and cruelty in one bitterly sweet liquid. Think <strong>wine</strong>, think a sexually liberated woman who has the power to seduce and entice. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">In a nut shell ill share all my rants and raves about love and life while showing you how an innocent girl can be slightly twisted in her own devious little way. Consider this blog the secret diary of a woman trapped between a rock and a hard place. Should she be good and conform to societies view on how a woman should behave or should she dig deep and express every aching desire of her heart? Good or Evil, Evil or Good... which should be first... its all relative, so you decide!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Smiles and Grins</div><div align="justify">Milk and Wine </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350376056163767745-8655471741336474861?l=milkandwine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milk and Winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04801388936887867390noreply@blogger.com0