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domenica 21 dicembre 2014

Adultwork

This for the people who write to me wanting pics etc. I am still on Adultwork. For me it has always been a great site. You can enter free and there are many free pics you can have a look at.

Here is a link for those who do not know the site.

http://www.adultwork.com/Home.asp

http://www.adultwork.com/ViewProfile.asp?UserID=23087&TargetURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eadultwork%2Ecom%2FHome%2Easp

Good viewing and hope to see you some time.

dariax@hotmail.com

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sabato 5 aprile 2014

Happy Hour. Prose for Pros 31

The Tear


It often signifies sadness, grief
The badge of sorrow
But today no. Tonight
It slid down my cheek
A sign of gratitude
A sign of happiness
Pure bliss

It is what an energetic, exploring cock
Can bring
A tear of joy, slowly falling
I rode him to excess
I pushed him deeper and deeper inside
And it felt good
It felt oh so good

I moved my cunt to envelop every
Bit of his manhood
Slipping
Squelching
Sometimes, slow but more often
Grinding out my pleasure
My pleasure

The tear was real
It stained my cheek
With a salty rivulet
The tear was unreal
It came from the pst
And it was a deposit
For my future

For days when I
No longer ride majestic cocks
But can still feel the majestic tear
Still smell his sex
Still feel his thrusts and my response
A tear of joy
Thank you



If anyone wants to make me cry get in touch.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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giovedì 27 febbraio 2014

Is transparency and see throughness always positive?


We have a new government in Italy where the prime minister has asked politicians to be more honest with the population. It is not amazing that he is saying this more that he has to say it!!!!! We are hearing that government needs to be transparent and politicians need to tell people about companies they work for and how they spend tax payers money. I know this may shock USA readers but this is the case.

Nonetheless and I don't like saying this but I do have some sympathy with politicians as I am also in a business where I have to conceal many things. Many of the people around me do not know that I am an escort. I don't have 'escort' on my passport or important papers. However, I am not elected by people to represent them so maybe there is only a slight connection.

But let us look at it another way. If the electorate knows that the politician is corrupt and are happy he or she is corrupt is this not democratic. And I am sure there are many politicians where those who voted well understand the 'skeletons in the wardrobe'.


I am beginning to sound all grand and intellectual here and this was not my aim. My aim was to look at two words, transparent and see through. These are being used in a positive way but are they always so. Are there no moments when it is kinder and more considerate to be vague and less clear.

Also when it comes to clothes. I am Italian!!!! Would you rather see a woman or man in a transparent or see through attire or would it be more exciting to have mystery and intrigue. To see somebody wearing something and to dream what lies underneath.

I know I often get more excited by the bulge in the trousers than the naked cock.

 To catch the glimpse of a nice pair of male buttocks hidden by a pair of jeans than to see a naked bum!

So what do you want to see? I am happy to be mysterious but if you want me totally naked on the bed so be it!

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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mercoledì 18 dicembre 2013

When I am good I am good, when I am bad I am really bad!

Christmas is a time when good people get presents and the bad people get none. When the good get sweets and the bad get coal!

Now I would never consider myself an angel. I play games that most people have never even dreamt or even thought about.
But I do have an angelic side too!!!!

I am like most people I have a side of me that I wish to hide and a side of me that I am happy for people to see. I think we are all like this!

I am good at many things.

I am a good cook for example. I like to cook for people. I like to entertain and to have people at my table eating and chatting away.

I am a good cleaner. I believe a home should be clean at all times and I make sure it is.
I am good at providing exciting snacks!

And I am a good dancer!
But when I am not cleaning and cooking and when I am not trying to show my good side I am also something else.
I like wearing sexy lingerie and I love showing it off!

I like to give my friends a good time!

Once I have cleaned the bathroom I often like to play games in it.

I sometimes lie on my bed and think bad things!
And imagine myself doing bad things!
                                 And giving a hand to my friends.


I imagine myself in strange positions!


                                           And I often then find myself in strange positions.


But when I am doing things what many people consider good and when I am doing things what people consider bad I am always me.
                                                                    Always DariaX.



So if you want to see my good side or if you even want to see my bad side, then get in touch.

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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domenica 3 marzo 2013

A well hung parliament!!!!!


I have been very amused with the goings on in the Italian elections. The country seems gripped with intrigue and incredulation (is this a word!). The one thing that captures my imagination is when the political commentators talk about a hung parliament.

 Hung has a number of different meanings but the one I remember most is meaning having a large penis. So a well hung parliament would mean all the politicians had big ones. I think if this was the case politicians might find themselves more popular.


Big cocks and cocks in general do often occupy my thoughts. .And it is difficult to get away from them. Rome graffiti is full of cocks.


These are often large and spewing out semen!


On the other hand we do have a number of statues around Rome that display their cocks and these tend to be rather disappointing.


I have often wondered why they have rather small cocks. Is this because a big cock would take the eyes away from the other parts or is it to not shock us all?

 Or could it be that the sculptor was gay and was depicting a suitable penis for his anus? What ever the reason I am a little disatisfied when casting my eyes over a Micheangelo statue and seeing the rather tepid middle leg.


So I must be one of the few Italians taking pleasure in a well hung parliament. If anyone wants to play politics please get in touch.


Daria

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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mercoledì 25 aprile 2012

What would I sing about?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u8KKAa7E0Y

One of the great things about Adele is her lyrics. They are powerful because she writes about herself and the things that have happened in her life. Her songs are like a music diary.

Yesterday I was wondering what I would sing about if I was a singer. What things happen in my life? How could I sing about things true in my everyday experience?

I came up with a few titles.

Track 1  My hills are alive



Track 2  Put your legs in the air.





Track 3 Don't cum now.




Track 4 My bum is sore and thinking about you



Track 5 We don't talk anymore, I always have my mouth full!





Track 6 The ceilings of my mind



Track 7 It get's harder



Track 8 Beautiful feet




Track 9 No sooner on than off!




If you had to write an album what would your song titles be? I would want mine to be a LP (long player)


And here are a few lyrics from track 6

You never notice but... they change with the sun
They change with the light...they crack and  grey
You never notice, you never look
Always there, never seen
But you notice when gone

C C C the ceilings of my youth
C C C the ceilings of my mind
C C C the ceilings getting lower

You never notice, but some are higher
They grow with the light and deepen
You never notice,you are always elsewhere
You only look up
When you are being fucked

C C C the ceilings of my youth
C C C the ceilings of my mind
C C C the ceilings getting lower

You never notice the colours, normally dark
They are all colours, mostly white
You never notice the edges, just straight above
You only look down
When there is love

C C C the ceilings of my youth
C C C the ceilings of my mind
C C C the ceilings getting lower

Who wants to write the music?????

dariax@hotmail.co.uk

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