Mi pelicula

The other day I was watching a TV show about cinema and one of the stories caught my attention because it sounded strangely funny: the things people invest (ahem) their times in.

Did you know that there are awards given for movie trailers? duh, yes, probably someone thought about that already - given the fact that there are awards given for pretty much anything these days-you might think. Yes, yes, my dear friends. BUT, did you know there are awards given to fake movie trailers?

Huh? come again?

Yes, can you believe some people use their time to make trailers about movies that are never going to make it to the big screen?. I can just picture it...hmm, I think a movie about lunar (not lunatic), time traveling, invisible nymphomaniacs has total blockbuster potential, but just in case the movie doesn't get picked by a big studio and since I don't have the budget (or talent) to make the whole thing myself, I'll just make the trailer for it!.

Lovely! it's like an a abortion consolation prize. It won't see the light of day but here is an idea of what it would've look like...And you can still win an award :)

You can tell I had nothing better to do with my time on that particular day because I went to the festival website to check out the fake trailers.

And I found one that stoke a chord with me. The title is "Gabriela" by Karo21.

So here it is, the trailer for my movie that will never make it to the movies. Fuck, with a little twitching and a lot of luck, we could even add the line at the beginning: "based on a true story" Fabulous!

Go ahead, I know you're not that busy, go check it out
HERE! : and tell us which one could be YOUR film?

Note: To the best of my knowledge, all credits for this trailer belong to the International Festival of Fake Trailers and their people. seriously.

Eva's Fantasies: The prisoner

In my search for a lover, when it came to sharing my dark fantasies, I stumbled upon quite a few not very receptive men for whom my desires were a little bit too rough, a little bit too sick.


Soon into my search I realized it was better to share very little about these fantasies; and yet I had the yearning to cry them out loud and the secret desire to enact them somehow.

Guys like Joe were completely turned off by my desires for pain and punishment; others were apparently very turned on by the idea, but all they could come up with was "yes bitch, I'll fuck you hard". Hmm, well, not very creative, in my opinion.

Then there were those that saw it as the perfect opportunity to just take shameless advantage. "Really? looking for a Master? I'll tell you what to do: you meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes, you give me a blow job and then get the fuck out of my car". Nope, not what I was looking for either.

And not only it was strange for some guys, for Peggy too, as I shared some of these fantasies with her, the intensity of my desires was just too weird for her.

Anyways, things with Spankenstein were heating up, few months had passed since our first encounter, and our email exchanges were becoming more heated. Surprisingly, nothing I said seemed to shock him a bit; and, boy, the things he wrote to me were so hot.

We were seeing each other regularly and mostly playing rough, which was a
turn on for both of us. A little pulling here, a little spanking there. Unfortunately when it came to being physical, the marks were always an issue and sadly he had to control his strenght and make the best not to leave too many marks, because you know how a gridded ass is kind of hard to explain to the husband...

The text you're going to read below was my reply to an email I got from him -grammar and content edited a little bit (or as much as my English allows for improvement), but pretty much the same text-.

I sent that email like I had sent many others before. Little did I know that he was going to literally take it into heart.

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Sir:

Oh, being taken forcefully by you must be the most amazing experience.

Yes, rip my clothes off me and ravish me violently, make me shake with fear, pain and finally pleasure. Be as rough as you can be:

mark my body, rough
tear me open, rough
make me cry, rough
make me scream, rough
do whatever you want, rough
I trust you, (name), I want you to hurt me.

I wish I could be your prisoner for a day... arriving at a destination where you are waiting for me, prepared for you in advance, my body and mind ready to please you.

No kind welcome will await me: after walking through the door, you jump at me, tearing down my clothes, grabbing me by the hair, dragging me to the other end of the room and locking me in a dark closet.

Time passes and I'm getting nervous and anxious not knowing what's going on, or where have you gone. I call out your name, "please open the door, this isn't funny anymore". I hear a stern response at the other side of the closet door, "Nobody said you could speak, now be quiet or else"- you say.

The door opens, you bend me over, order me to put my hands on my knees. Without warning you start spanking me, increasing the force with each slap. I moan first, then I scream, then I cry, too much pain, too sudden, please, please, no more. When I can't take the pain any more, abruptly you stop and walk out closing the door.

The door opens again, calmly you order me face the wall and to touch myself; your gentle hand starts caressing my butt, soothing where you left the imprints of your hands. I feel you inserting the tip of a dildo in my ass, as you talk me through the initial shock into letting my body adjust and relax. "good girl" you say to me.

The dildo discarded, I hear you opening your zipper, then I feel your hard cock pushing its way in my tight hole, little by little until I have your mighty cock buried deep in my ass. You start moving in and out, increasing the speed until you are fucking me hard and deep. Fucking my ass harder and faster, both of us quiet and each in a selfish universe of pleasure. As you are about to cum, you take your cock out and your warm load shooting all over my back and spurting all the way to my hair.

You walk out leaving me alone in the dark again, my legs shaking. I hear your steps around the room, taking your sweet time; I hear the zzzt sound of a soda can opening. I'm thirsty too, I'm cold, I'm hungry and I need more, something. But I know it will happen if you want to, and when you want to.

After a while you open the closet door, for the first time your hand reaches down between my legs, I'm wet and anxious by the feel of your hand moving up my thighs, you reach to play with my clit, still too gently for me to cum but good enough to make me dripping wet and send shivers down my spine, your hand moves down to my slit, sliding two fingers in me as you start fingering me, slowly, torturing, making me barely float on the surface of pleasure without sinking all the way in.

Then you stop and leave.

Every time you close the door, you leave me more desperate, more needy, more wet, more horny, more in need of your touch, your mouth, your cock inside of me, anywhere, everywhere.

You open the door again, vibrator in your hand. You order me to lay down and you kneel in front of me, parting my legs with your hands and then sliding the plastic fake cock slowly in my cunt, moving it gently in, out and around. Still not enough to make me cum. I beg you to shove it harder, faster, but you don't; you just torture me, I can't cum until you want me to, no matter how I beg, it's not time yet, you say. And just as I start feeling the orgasmic wave creeping on me, you stop what you're doing. I'm angry now, frustrated.

You leave.

Quickly the door opens and suddenly you grab my hair and force me to my knees, shove your cock in my face and start face fucking me, pulling my hair, keeping my head in place while you choke me with your cock, forcing it deep in my throat, then taking it almost all out, barely letting me take the head in, you ply the deep and shallow game, taking your cock out and slapping my face with it. Obviously entertained, playing this sick games with me.

And you walk out.

You open the door and I see you are naked, holding a chair, your hard cock erect in front of me. What now?, what next?. You sit on the chair and order me to suck your cock, and once it's nicely wet and rock hard, you order me to straddle on top of you, guiding me to slowly impale myself inch by inch on your cock.

By now I'm miserably desperate for your cock, the minute I feel it entering me, my body goes into cum-gear. And you know it. As I start riding you, my mouth looks for yours and you let me kiss you, wet, hungry mouth thankfully welcoming yours. Your hands move from my hair, down my back to my hips, your mouth now taking turns to lick and bite my nipples, finally, yes. Your warm body so close to mine, your cock so deep in me. You hold me close to you and whisper encouraging words in my ear: how good I've been, how pleased you are with me: "good girl, keep going", "you're my favorite little whore", "ride me, yes, enjoy my cock, you hungry slut", "don't stop now, cum all over me", "cum for me, (name)", "cum".

And I do, I come, on you, thanks to you. Oh god, how good you make me cum.

You stand up and I'm ordered to get on my knees and lick you well, cleaning my juices off your cock. I comply to your orders, licking you balls clean and up your shaft, welcoming your cock in my mouth; no need for words, your hand behind my head is all the indication I need as to what to do: open big, hold still, take it all in and swallow every drop when the time comes. This is my reward, when you make me taste your milk, when you cum deep in my throat, when you let me swallow it all.

This time you leave the door open; as you walk out, you tell me to go wash off and then go home.

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Envy is killing me

Seriously. What the hell?

The week I write about my not so perfect date with Peggy, guess what? First Kimberly posted a hot pic of two women, her and some mystery lady, with the promise of an oh so hot story in the works. I went to read Will's and found out that apparently he was invited to a MFM by Mona... and that's just for starters!, moving on with the reading, I landed at Me's who happens to have an MFM in the horizon and also a FMF scheduled. And I'm not done with my reading yet. I'm just telling you, all I need is for Dewey to write about his Halloween orgy, and I'll just jump out the window!

Ok, I get it, everybody is having fun but me, oooh yes! there is a threesome bonanza happening, all is working fabulosly for everyone, the multi-experiences are all success and there is a plethora or beautiful, experienced and willing woman (but none in the LA area) having a bi-awakening that is changing history.

You know the feeling: just like that time when you had just broken up with a dear one, it was a sad rainy day, you went out to the streets and all you could see were happy couples. Why, why? I don't need any more reminders of my bad fucking karma.

I need a hug.

Deconstrunting Peggy

The more I revisited my date with Peggy, the more conflicting my feelings were. My head was in a roller coaster that went from : well, she's willing and available and perhaps she just needs to feel more comfortable with me; to: that fucking, stinky, selfish bitch!

Peggy is a sweet girl, you know, and although by no means I consider her my friend, she's fun to be around. I don't know, but because she was my first, I feel some kind of attachment to her. too. Yes, well, the scene was far from the movie version I expected but the whole thing was not a total disaster, even for me: perhaps I didn't get orgasmic pleasure out of it, but it was still a turn on to get to feel her and explore her body and it added another bullet point to my sex resume: Gives good oral to women, ok one woman, but it counts!

At the same time I couldn't help but taking notes of the sacred rules she had broken. There should be something like the 10 Commandments for sex; I'm working on a list (coming up soon, suggestions will be appreciated) and so far I can identify three that she broke, which are not just unspoken rules of affairs and sex, but pretty much for basic cohabitation with other humans.

Commandment 1. You shall be as well groomed as possible
Commandment 2. You shall be clean and have no unpleasant smells
Commandment 3. You shall fully reciprocate to your partner, or at least genuinely try to.

How she broke Commandment 1: Specifically in two areas: First: the hairy nipples. Oh my god, that is so 1st century! what the hell? nipples are pretty, but for some of us they also need grooming! hairs poking out of nipples it's just not aesthetic. And the ever sensitive tongue can feel them, trust me, I speak from experience.

Second, the 5pm pussy shadow (from two days ago)- definitely not cute. Probably her pussy had an identity crisis, in which case she shouldn't have scheduled a fuck date until it was solved. Or at least she should have given me fair warning. When it comes to pussy, in my opinion (and everybody is entitled to their own, this is just the way I see it) you should either have a fluffy bush with hair long enough as not to poke or scratch, or you keep it at minimum hirsuteness: either totally bare or with a clearly defined landing strip. Whatever stages happen in between is not ideal, specially for a first time with a new lover.

How she broke Commandment 2. Hmm, well, there's a reason why I'll call her "my little mermaid" and it has nothing to do with any children story. Seriously, that smell!. And I know there is a difference between a strong personal smell and a bad personal smell, hers was the second. How can one comfortably and properly go down on a woman under those circumstances? Even worst, how does one bring up this topic? and when? and the worst part is that one finds out when it's almost too late, how to react? the head is slowly diving and then suddenly bounces back?. Or, as my friend calls it, make a U turn.

How she broke Commandment 3. By doing nothing in return!. She was so lousy!. I just don't get it; if she was supposedly looking for a girl to have sex with, she should have been ready to experience it from both, the receiving and the giving side of the equation: is like she wanted to be kissed by a girl, touched by a girl, seduced by a girl, eaten by a girl and pleased by a girl, but she didn't seem at all interested in doing any of that back to the wonderful generous and spotless clean girl (me).

And you know what bugs me the most of all this?: The fact that she is married. I could have even understood some level of neglect coming from a single woman that is not aware of the details of sharing life and bed with another human being. But being married, well, I kind of expected from her to be more considerate; after all, she has a significant other that deserves at least the courtesy of hygiene. Yes, yes, we've all have had spontaneous sex with our spouses before brushing our teeth in the morning, and god knows I've seen my share of hairs in the bathtub, that and other things that only unconditional love forgives. Yet, it is because of the coexistence that we appreciate the consideration and extend it to the other as well.

What's going to happen with Peggy?. What am I going to do? The answer: what many of us have done at some point or another: settle. I'm not proud of it, but it is what it is. Had she been a man, I would have sent the "thanks but no thanks" email right away, like some of you suggested on the comments to my last post. But the truth is, there are not that many fishes in this ocean, to be totally honest. I was out there and nothing bit the bait, when it comes to girl on girl, the virtual world resembles a desert, and Peggy was a little oasis in the middle of it. She's cute, she's nice, she's no weirdo...Yes, a little mediocre in the sac and literally fishy, but better than nothing. And trust me, there was plenty of nothing out there.

I don't know if I'll have the courage to be upfront to her about the smell, but surely next time I'll make sure we take a shower together first and I'll scrub her all over, that will take care of C1. Perhaps I'll treat her to a waxing session next time and that could take care of C2, and Commandment 3; well, I took the time with Joe, why wouldn't I take it with Peggy?. We all need a little mentoring sometimes and perhaps all she needs is a little guidance. Yes, yes, call me Saint Eva.

Let's hope for a more successful second meeting. Spanky, keep your his fingers crossed a little bit longer.

Mujer contra Mujer

After a couple more conversations, Peggy and decided to meet in a private setting: after all, we were both curious to test our waters with total liberty and the only way to get the experience is, well, experiencing it. We set up our first sex-date and promised to leave the taboos at the door and just let whatever happen.

Spanky recommended a hotel he had visited with someone (?) that was a half way drive for both of us and he said it was nice and reasonably priced. We marked our calendars for Bi-day at noon, with the idea of spending the afternoon together. I brought the lunch, she brought wine and each one also brought a toy.

We met at the mall, I left my car parked there and she drove us to the hotel. No reservations had been made, so we walk to the lobby and asked for a room. The non-smiling guy at the reception said -sure, and gave me a rate that was about twice what Spanky told me it was- and he had visited not too long ago-. Hmm, but don't you have a day-rate or something? No, the asshole at the counter said.

And here's the first problem of two women trying to get a room, there was no friendly wink of complicity between the front desk guy and us. Probably he couldn't have imagined what we wanted the room for, and definitely we must have looked like tourists, because damn, that price was ridiculous.

Forget it, I told Peggy, we'll find somewhere else- while silently praying for our next stop to be a positive one, because we were not about to waste time driving all over the place and walk into lobbies asking for a room with that dumbfounded guilty expression in both our faces. We felt like we had "lover girls about to have sex" written all over our faces.

Luckily there were other hotels in the area (but not as nice as that one). Eventually we found a motel, walked in, asked for the price, it was reasonable and we got the room. We paid cash, split the bill and with shaky hands handed both our Id's to be photocopied by the front desk girl. It all was very surreal.

The Good

Once in the room we both were nervous, no one seemed to know how to get thing moving; we sat for a while, sipping our wine and having small talk. As you know, Peggy is younger than me and less experienced. This was my first time ever with a woman, but because I have more mileage than her, I knew it was up to me to take the initiative with my little Peggy to ease her into the ropes of girl love.

I held her hand and walked her to the bed, we started kissing and once the initial nervousness dissipated, I started removing her clothes (and mine), until we were only wearing our panties. She didn't protest but didn't move much at all, that girl was so nervous.

We laid in bed kissing, or bodies next to each other, giggling and mutually caressing the periphery of our bodies. But still there was an air of uncertainty coming form her, she needed to relax, so I asked her to lay on her stomach and offered to give her a back massage, that way, I thought, she'd get used to the touch of my hands.

This part was easy, I moved her hair to the side and started rubbing her back with my full hand. I felt the softness of her skin, she was relaxed and I enjoyed the delicate sight of her body and her white flawless skin.

Then I switched into a lighter touch with just the tips of my fingers, i went form her shoulders to her neck, traced down her spine, the concave of her lower back and the rise of her tiny round butt. We were both quiet, it was good that she was so relaxed and I was enjoying looking at her body. Soft and delicate, warm and feminine. It was beautiful.

I wasn't feeling very turned on, I was mostly at awe, fascinated by the beauty that the female body has and stunned by the fact that I was looking at a woman's body with different eyes and wondering why I had never seen or appreciated that beauty before. It's like I was wearing a new pair of glasses that made it all so pretty and different.

I leaned and started kissing her soft skin it, planting kisses all over her back and smelling her from up close, my tongue instinctively found it's way out and without thinking, I was soon licking and nibbling on her neck. Her body started responding and she was making little noises responding to my mouth all over her back.

Once Peggy was relaxed, I turned her around. Finding myself for the first time in my life, within intimate proximity to another woman's breasts and knowing that I could touch and taste I wanted so. My hand moved to her breasts, I cupped them tentatively, so beautiful, so different than mine, big round pink nipples (sadly with a few hairs sticking out, what a shame, that took away from the beauty of it). Still, it was very erotic. First I held her breast in my hands, then I gently touched her delicate nipples; (damn, if only could pluck those hairs out). I found myself worrying that I could hurt her, everything looks so frail, like when you hold a baby for the first time in your arms, so uncertain of how to touch and afraid of making a bad move.

I couldn't even think of being rough with her nipples, I brought my mouth close to her left breast, opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. Oh my god! no wonder men love tits! it is so.. so.. eatable! Tits are made for mouths, of course! that's what nature intended.. my tongue slowly working around her nipple, my mouth full of her. It felt motherly sweet and wildly cannibalistic at the same time.

After I got to lick around her nipples, I felt more and more uninhibited and started to suck a little bit harder, it also felt so natural. Up until that point my brain wasn't really working, it was all feelings, but not much thinking, then a light bulb went on and I heard a voice in my head: "go ahead, pull, bite, pinch - you know it feels good, she will like it too".

I was enjoying the feelings in my mouth and let my hands wander through her back and her legs, I kept brain involved and let it direct me into doing to her what I know would feel good to me. And things went to high gear pretty soon.

Peggy was loving it, she was still paralyzed, quiet and at times her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, at others our eyes would lock and we would smile. But it was her noises and soft moans that gave me enough indication that she was receptive and that I was doing a good job. After paying respectful adoration to her breast, my mouth slowly started the descend to her belly, her belly button, her inner thighs... I removed her panties and parted her legs as I knelt between them.



WOW. WOW. WOW!!!

My eyes were fixated. You know, the first time you ever see a pussy live, and totally exposed to you AND wet because of what you're doing. Well, that's an out of this world experience. I really had to take my time to take it all in. First, it was such a different perspective, I mean, yes I've seen mine reflected on a mirror, but that never never never compares to being directly in front of a real one that belongs to someone else!.

And how different hers is from mine, it was fascinating!. Everything was totally different! color, shapes...I mean, I could guess where the main elements were, but seriously girls, it's true that each pussy is different!. I had heard that a million times before, but I never thought they were THAT different.

I started caressing with my fingers up and down her inner thighs and her outer labia. I parted her lips, and saw her flower exposed to me, her hooded clit, the opening of her pussy, and her wetness. I looked at it for a while, mapping it in my head, getting as precise an image as I could of the terrain, then I just had this natural instinct of bringing my mouth closer.

The Bad

Wait!! - said the little voice in my head- she's not shaved! what is that? looks like a 5pm shadow! Probably you should have asked her to be specific and define "shaved" for you. That pussy is barely trimmed, not shaved!. Oh god, the hairs looked like they were going to scratch MY face. Hmm, probably it was my English, I thought. Next time, be really specific or ask for pictures.

I started my descent between her legs, only to be greeted by a very unpleasant smell. How do I put this nicely... this girl smelled like... a mermaid?. Oh shit, my luck!. No way in hell I could tell her anything without completely ruin the moment and make her terribly self-conscious. Last thing I wanted was to mortify the poor thing telling her that she smelled down there.

Surely it must have been some delayed karma I had to pay, probably sometime in my past life or even in my younger days, a guy (or two) overlooked an exotic smell and still ate me nevertheless after a sweaty evening of dancing all night long wearing super tight polyester pants. Well, time to pay it forward, I told myself and went down to business.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to lick her all over as I intended to at first, because the smell was really strong; my mind worked at light speed and I made the executive decision of keeping my nose afloat and remaining engaged only with her clit: that way I could breath easier and stay away from the source of the stink.

I wrapped my lips around the area where her clit was, my tongue circling on it, feeling it grow and get harder between my lips, I started licking and sucking it gently, (keeping my nose away). I was moving very very slow at first, getting adjusted to the poking around my face and the softness of her clit in my mouth, it was actually a weird combination, and it does take a certain level of precision.

She started moaning for real now. Damn, I'm good! I increased the speed of my tongue and pressed my face harder into her mound. I knew her moves were asking me for more, but I was so afraid of sliding a finger in. I know I should know better, I mean, I can take a hard pounding with delight, but the skin and the entrance to her pussy was so pink and looked so delicate, I couldn't help to be afraid of hurting her.

Her pussy was open, asking for more, I decided to press my thumb on the opening and test the area, I wiggled my thumb a little bit and she went wild. Ok, ok, I'll do it... I sucked and wetted my middle finger, turned my hand so the palm was facing up and placed the finger on her slit opening.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Her pussy swallowed my finger!!!

I didn't do a thing, I swear I didn't even push, she sucked it all in. That was the coolest thing ever!

Ok, once inside I started looking for the elusive G-spot. Guess what? is not that easy to find!: everything is so moist in there, so tight and spongy, it's hard to know where one is touching... she started moaning and responding with more intensity, but honestly, I'm not sure if I ever got to it. Since I had made my mind not to bring my nose too close, and seeing her getting more and more turned on, I took the vibrator I had brought and easily inserted it on her. oh how she loved it, she asked for harder and harder, so i ended up giving her a good fuck with.

Half way through the eating exercises, I just wished there was a third person in the room, someone to give me a little something; I mean, although it was a real turn on for me to know that I was giving her pleasure and to hear her cumming and enjoying my ministrations, I was doing all the work and getting no direct stimulation, I was turned on and dying for a touch.

The Ugly

After Peggy had few orgasms with the vibrator fuck & clit sucking combination, I gradually brought the intensity down and finally stopped and took the vibrator out of her and saw the juices running out of her, boy she must have cum a lot!. And now, I was looking forward to being on the receiving side of the equation: it had been nearly an hour of me working on her, I needed some for myself. I so wanted her to kiss me, touch me and make my body vibrate to her touch.

At first Peggy didn't seem at all enthusiastic about going beyond hugging and kissing me. She took her sweet time recovering from her multi orgasmic experience; then, she and hurriedly tried to mimic the back rub; she didn't kiss me much, quickly she paid a quick visit to my breasts and it was obvious that she couldn't get herself to go down on me. She positioned her head between my legs and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, licking way too fast on my my clit but without bringing her lips into contact with me. Just like those guys that don't know how to eat pussy and they start at high speed with just the tip of the tongue. Btw, that's exactly how you DON'T start eating pussy.

I was confused.

It had been about 5 minutes, I was barely getting relaxed and adjusted to the lizard-lick when she brought her head up to say: "oh my, look at the clock! I don't mean to rush you, but it's getting late".

Oh, yes, you better believe it!.

Needless to say, that remark was a total turn off. What? oh, really it's getting late now, after I spent an hour giving you ecstatic pleasure, how come you didn't seem to mind if it was day or night then...why didn't you stop me?

Right, it's late, let's just go. Whatever. -What else could I say.

We got up, got dressed, she drove me to my car and that was the end of it. Ah, yes, she was smiling ear to ear all the time.

I know what you're thinking: Yes, I was very aware of her inexperience, but her lack of initiative and apparent disinterest for reciprocation was just a little too...little. One thing is not knowing specific techniques, yet, as a woman, I hoped she would have the basic intuition to guide her, but obviously she had never received a good lick in her life because what she did to me just sucked (and not in a good way); besides, it was obvious that she didn't want to. Fuck, she didn't even try!. Wasn't she the one that was so ready to do it all?

The drive home didn't do anything to alleviate my disappointment. Later that day, I opened my email and found one from her telling me how much she enjoyed it all, how nice it was to spend time with me and that she couldn't wait to repeat it again. How about next week?

Hmm. I don't know.