<?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-17252283</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:26:00.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Confessions of The Other Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>Desires, lust and fantasies of a kept woman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-115599249383308068</id><published>2006-08-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:52:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still his mistress ...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am his mistress and will forever be his mistress. He owns me and has me in his control. I am his beck and call girl and I shall please him in all ways I could. A typical sugar daddy - mistress relationship? Yes to majority but the only difference between us is there is love. We love each other to the bits and if the impossibilities between us are non-existent, I think we will be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/115599249383308068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=115599249383308068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/115599249383308068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/115599249383308068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-still-his-mistress.html' title='I am still his mistress ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-114770741400008654</id><published>2006-05-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:36:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad story begins ...</title><summary type='text'>How shall I start?  So much stuff has been happening and I am not in the least pleased with some of them…. Let me just sum them up …January 2006I was jobless and making ends meet with whatever funds I have left.  It was a devastating moment that I nearly wanted to end my life.  I had sent out nearly 70 resumes and all I got were rejections.  The road was ending for me and I lost my sanity.  There</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/114770741400008654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=114770741400008654&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/114770741400008654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/114770741400008654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2006/05/sad-story-begins.html' title='A sad story begins ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-114521281436503229</id><published>2006-04-17T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T02:40:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back ...</title><summary type='text'>It sure has been some time since I last wrote.  Damn! Time passes in a flash!There’s so much to update but I need some time to recall and recollect what I’ve been up to the last few months.Promise to update within a week …. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/114521281436503229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=114521281436503229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/114521281436503229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/114521281436503229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-113920083758049453</id><published>2006-02-06T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:40:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby and 2006</title><summary type='text'>My baby and 2006…2005 what a year it was for my baby ………went through toughs time. Friends that she thought she could rely upon, family who did not support her and a job that she lost, all these added to her misery and brought her to a stand still and a nearly nervous breakdown. I tried, in any means I could, to support her and to let her keep her chin up, I hope I succeeded. Today my , my baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113920083758049453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113920083758049453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113920083758049453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113920083758049453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby-and-2006_06.html' title='My baby and 2006'/><author><name>traveller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08019515071907796706</uri><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-17252283.post-113584219229925152</id><published>2005-12-29T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:43:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>My baby’s in Dubai and I’m missing him.  He’ll only return to Singapore in February 2006.We’ve not been in constant contact lately and there is so much to tell and I’m afraid I might just forget it by the time it’s right to tell him … Sigh!Praying for him and his Papa who’s not in the best of health.  I know my baby’s worried sick about his Papa.  And his knees ain’t good to him now … I do hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113584219229925152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113584219229925152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113584219229925152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113584219229925152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-113392345730469832</id><published>2005-12-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:13:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr B is back!</title><summary type='text'>He called and told me to be ready for him to pick me up.  I was waiting eagerly for him the whole day.  Mr B has been out of town for two weeks and my pussy has been throbbing in agony all that while.  He told me to behave while he’s away and I was forbidden to pleasure myself.  I had the urge to rub my clit every night as I lay to sleep alone on his bed.  Alone in his house, where we’ve share so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113392345730469832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113392345730469832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113392345730469832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113392345730469832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/12/mr-b-is-back.html' title='Mr B is back!'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-113392175849637822</id><published>2005-12-07T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:15:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty messages led to ...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a raunchy, hot day for both of us.  He in Belgium, me in Singapore and the sexual intensity hit 100 degrees!  We began texting each other in the afternoon (morning his time) and soon hot, sexy messages exchanged.  It was nearly 5pm my time when he called and he was huffing over the phone “Give it to me, baby … “  Ah! My baby’s wanking himself … So, imagine me, sitting in my office </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113392175849637822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113392175849637822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113392175849637822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113392175849637822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/12/naughty-messages-led-to.html' title='Naughty messages led to ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-113333377776255740</id><published>2005-11-30T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:56:17.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love???</title><summary type='text'>I love you so much.I adore every bit and inch of you.I cherish all the love and concern you gave me.But now, it seems that all good things must come to an end.I guess you’ve grown tired of me.I guess you’ve gotten sick of me.I guess you’ve had enough of me.Knowing now where I stand and who I am, I realized now how naïve I’ve been.Knowing now that I am just a third party, I realized now I am just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113333377776255740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113333377776255740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113333377776255740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113333377776255740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/11/love.html' title='Love???'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-113161354512959635</id><published>2005-11-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:57:15.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you feel the world falls in front of your eyes</title><summary type='text'>My baby is going through tough times; she has been working hard raising 3 kids and not having much support.Few weeks ago she was told that she would loose her job…..wow ! that is the reality of the world these days, companies buy companies, corporations go belly up etc…. in the end its people who are suffering trying to find new jobs to make ends meet…what can we do about it….DON”T GIVE UPYears </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113161354512959635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113161354512959635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113161354512959635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113161354512959635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-you-feel-wo.html' title='When you feel the world falls in front of your eyes'/><author><name>traveller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08019515071907796706</uri><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-17252283.post-113143818864794979</id><published>2005-11-08T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:23:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast me a spell ...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113143818864794979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113143818864794979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113143818864794979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113143818864794979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/11/cast-me-spell.html' title='Cast me a spell ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-113132807887699966</id><published>2005-11-07T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:46:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 - 28 October 2005</title><summary type='text'>Thurs - 27 October 2005He arrived earlier than planned from his business meeting in Jakarta.  I welcomed a very angry man at the airport in the evening and the whole taxi ride to the hotel was very quiet.  The silence continued in the room and I let off steam when I told him I don’t like it when he’s angry.  He tried explaining but being the stubborn me, I refused to accept.  Nevertheless, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113132807887699966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113132807887699966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113132807887699966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113132807887699966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/11/30-31-october-2005.html' title='27 - 28 October 2005'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-113011776209842201</id><published>2005-10-24T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:12:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22-25 October 2005</title><summary type='text'>Sat – 22 Oct 05I was late welcoming him at the airport.  Bummer!He kissed me so hard, I stopped breathing for a good 10 seconds and my breasts nearly popped out from the hard squeeze! LOLWe had an emotional love-making (twice!) once there were no more disturbances from the hotel staff.  Spent the next few hours cuddling and catching up.  He dozed off for about half an hour before we got ready for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/113011776209842201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=113011776209842201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113011776209842201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/113011776209842201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/22-25-october-2005.html' title='22-25 October 2005'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112987997519418801</id><published>2005-10-21T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:32:55.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT!</title><summary type='text'>Yippee!!  Found the perfect dress for tomorrow’s dinner!It’s not the typical little black number.I’m gonna surprise him … Now that I’ve found the perfect one, I’ve to figure out the shoes and accessories!Shucks!Anyway.The next 23 hours till he arrive will be torturous!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112987997519418801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112987997519418801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112987997519418801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112987997519418801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/perfect.html' title='PERFECT!'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112986727291952944</id><published>2005-10-21T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T12:01:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of love and hatred ...</title><summary type='text'>(image placeholder)Dear God, Why did you take my father away from me 17 years ago?Why did you ripped the only love I had from my life?Why did you choose him out of so many others?Do you know how much I am suffering right now?Do you know how much I miss my father?How could you be so cruel to let a young man leave his children all alone in this cruel world?How could you let me grew up without a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112986727291952944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112986727291952944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112986727291952944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112986727291952944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-love-and-hatred.html' title='Of love and hatred ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-112985558753990975</id><published>2005-10-21T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:48:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child In Time</title><summary type='text'>its been more that a year now since we met, the meeting was great and innocent, nothing was planned no perceived ideas.....then voila after more than a year of hot steaming relationship, i still don't understand her fully, or should i say she does not understand my concerns .... i care about her, i want her to be respected, i want her to be happy, i want her to smile, i don't want people to think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112985558753990975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112985558753990975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112985558753990975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112985558753990975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/child-in-time_21.html' title='A Child In Time'/><author><name>traveller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08019515071907796706</uri><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-17252283.post-112978742561635746</id><published>2005-10-20T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:50:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Puhleeze!!! Wake up to reality!</title><summary type='text'>I am not looking forward to my birthday anymore.  Yeah, it’ll just be dinner and whatever else with him.  I’ve cancelled that super tiny gathering with my close friends on Monday.  This is one of the cons to being a mistress, he will never be comfortable amongst your friends.  So to avoid that awkwardness, I’ve cancelled it.  Yeah, so I won’t have a moment with my friends but seriously who cares?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112978742561635746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112978742561635746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112978742561635746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112978742561635746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-puhleeze-wake-up-to-reality.html' title='Oh Puhleeze!!! Wake up to reality!'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112978013162895275</id><published>2005-10-20T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:48:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm ....</title><summary type='text'>Was disappointed at the club scene in Singapore last nite.  It used to be so much fun 10 years ago, now it’s just crappy.  Ten years ago, club hopping on Wednesdays were so much fun for the ladies.  I mean, apart from the free entry and drinks (which are usually diluted and crappy .. ha ha … but it’s even crappier now!) for ladies nite’ we also got to dance to different music genre and meet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112978013162895275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112978013162895275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112978013162895275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112978013162895275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm ....'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112970473312688372</id><published>2005-10-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:52:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><summary type='text'>Counting down to his arrival this Saturday.Can’t wait to see him.  I wanna hug him tight and plant lotsa kisses everywhere on him.I can’t wait for the weekend to start – for all the whoopee we’ll be making, for all those laughs and smiles of him, for the day out with my kids and him, and for everything about him.Need to pack my stuff for the weekend.  Will pack a nice piece of lingerie for him.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112970473312688372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112970473312688372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112970473312688372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112970473312688372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112961916472689716</id><published>2005-10-18T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:23:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My race and citizenship</title><summary type='text'>Let me straighten this confusion.I had a comment posted thinking I’m from Indonesia.Sorry for the confusion – here goes … I am a Singaporean of Indonesian ethnic – Javanese.Dad was born and raised there whereas I was born and raised here.So there you have it – I am a Singaporean and proud of it …And those stuff I wrote about Mr B and his secretary and the sequels, whatever else are just fantasies</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112961916472689716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112961916472689716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112961916472689716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112961916472689716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-race-and-citizenship.html' title='My race and citizenship'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112961667741003913</id><published>2005-10-18T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:59:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh La La ...</title><summary type='text'>“Get out from the car, remove your knickers and bend over.  I wanna have a quickie before we go for the meeting.”Obeying him, I removed my panties and holding the passenger seat for support I bent over.  There I was bare-bottomed in the car park of an office building.  Mr B was very busy this morning that we did not have our usual wild romp in the office.  He was tied up calling his dealers and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112961667741003913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112961667741003913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112961667741003913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112961667741003913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/ooh-la-la.html' title='Ooh La La ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112961564032003483</id><published>2005-10-18T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:07:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh ...</title><summary type='text'>It’s been 3 days and he has yet to call or text me.  All I’ve received was an email telling me he’s flying to Melbourne today and meeting me in Singapore on Saturday.  There is so much to tell him but I guess by the time we meet, I would have forgotten all about them!  SighThe cons of being a mistress …. SIGH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112961564032003483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112961564032003483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112961564032003483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112961564032003483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh ...'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112953923819875390</id><published>2005-10-17T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:53:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is he?</title><summary type='text'>He flew from Europe to Sydney on Sunday.Up till now there’s no news from him and he didn’t text me at all on Sunday.I am sure he’s mad with me cos I was bad during the weekend.I was in a bad mood and grouchy on Saturday.Didn’t talk much and now I’m missing him so much.Where is my love?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112953923819875390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112953923819875390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112953923819875390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112953923819875390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-is-he.html' title='Where is he?'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112953063398109283</id><published>2005-10-17T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:28:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Meeting"</title><summary type='text'>We left the office amidst the weird stares by work mates.  They are well aware now that what Mr B and me have behind closed doors are cold, hard sex and I am sure they are dying to get into the action.  Their ears must be aching by now with all those screams and moans and those banging sounds they hear almost every day.  And with only 7 of us in the office, it’s difficult to keep the sexcapade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112953063398109283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112953063398109283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112953063398109283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112953063398109283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/meeting.html' title='&quot;The Meeting&quot;'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-112952770656457133</id><published>2005-10-17T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:14:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, camera, action!</title><summary type='text'>“Yes, Mr B.  Is there anything you need?”  I answered when the intercom rang.“Yes.  Can you please come in?  There is something that I need you to do urgently.”“Right away, Mr B”I definitely know what’s coming.  Ooh … here I come … “Stop right there!”  He ordered when I turned to shut the door after me.“Face the door and remove your blouse.”“Hmmm … interesting … “ I thought as I quickly unbutton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112952770656457133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112952770656457133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112952770656457133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112952770656457133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, camera, action!'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112952583017088413</id><published>2005-10-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:10:30.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Want?</title><summary type='text'>He kept asking me what I want for my birthday.  Told him I want his heart.Said I already hold the key to his heart.How can I hold the key to his heart when his heart contains the love of his family?I have no right to hold that key, they do.I am only placed that that tiny somewhere in his heart and I am thankful for that.I know that I am in his thoughts 24/7 just like he is in mine.I know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112952583017088413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112952583017088413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112952583017088413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112952583017088413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-do-i-want.html' title='What Do I Want?'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112927686963892568</id><published>2005-10-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:01:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr B and His Secretary</title><summary type='text'>He’s staring fervently at his lappie.  “Hmm… wonder what he’s engrossed in?”  He starts to bite his nails (this I hate so much!!  He’s got ugly nails cos of the constant biting!! Hey if you really need to bite, come and bite my nipples … ).  Just watching him from the glass panel dividing our offices is turning me on.  Vision of his hard meat in my wet, pink pussy and his tongue traveling all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112927686963892568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112927686963892568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112927686963892568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112927686963892568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr-b-and-his-secretary_14.html' title='Mr B and His Secretary'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252283.post-112926204983785314</id><published>2005-10-14T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:54:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love between us</title><summary type='text'>“Will you take me to be the other woman in your life?”  Sigh“Yes, baby.  I will.”“Aah … do you know how much I love you?”  Mmpfh“Yes babe, I do and I love you too.  You will always be my babe…”“Thank you love”“Anything for my woman.  You are beautiful and you have the sweetest smile.  Promise me no matter what happens, you will never wipe that smile off you”These will never be erased from my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112926204983785314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112926204983785314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112926204983785314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112926204983785314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-between-us.html' title='The love between us'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112925955933144388</id><published>2005-10-14T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:12:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, he's such a dear!</title><summary type='text'>“I am happy to have met you and to be the bridge that will take you to security for a better future.  Love you always”These were excerpts from his text messages last night.  He only wanted the best for his lady and he has promised to be the guiding light for whichever path I choose.  I am so in love with this sweet, gentle creation of God and to lose him would mean total devastation for me.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112925955933144388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112925955933144388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112925955933144388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112925955933144388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/ah-hes-such-dear.html' title='Ah, he&apos;s such a dear!'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112918539142427756</id><published>2005-10-13T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:36:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed</title><summary type='text'>He banged into a car this morning.  Damn! It’s all cos of me.  If I hadn’t text him, he wouldn’t have diverted his sight from the road.  I’m such a freaking jinx to people around me.  There seems to be a bad aura around me.  Shucks!  How do I get rid of this bad aura…Anyway… Finally managed to get him logged in and contribute to this blog.  Soon there’ll be two thoughts instead of one.  Can’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112918539142427756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112918539142427756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112918539142427756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112918539142427756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/jinxed.html' title='Jinxed'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112909220507440709</id><published>2005-10-12T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:43:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want him bad!</title><summary type='text'>“I love your smile.  I love your passion.  I love how you sleep.  I love how you write.  I love when you meet me.  I love when you get mad.  I love how you care.  My heart thinks of you always, but please don’t think that I only want you for my passion and I don’t want to lie to you.  You are inside me, I will respect you as I always do.”Those are the words that he text me on Monday when we had a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112909220507440709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112909220507440709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112909220507440709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112909220507440709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-him-bad.html' title='I want him bad!'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112867347225689678</id><published>2005-10-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:24:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll be in town ....</title><summary type='text'>Yes!! His flight itineraries are finally confirmed.  No more moping about asking myself when he’ll be here… I’ll get to be in his arms again, smelling his musky, sexy scent and be pampered to the extreme with hugs and kisses .. hmmm … of course looking forward to the sex that we’ll have!! Yippee!!!  Ok, now we gotta make room reservations, limo booking and dinner reservation for my birthday ( I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112867347225689678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112867347225689678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112867347225689678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112867347225689678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/hell-be-in-town.html' title='He&apos;ll be in town ....'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112866575813118670</id><published>2005-10-07T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:24:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of nightmares and fantasies .... satisfaction guaranteed</title><summary type='text'>Nightmare are recurring … those same ones where I’m being followed while walking alone at night and those where I’m being raped … Been having these dreams for so long now and waking up in cold sweat at nights seemed so routine – off the bed, toilet to wash face and drink a glass of water and back to bed.  Been so intoxicated these past few weeks, my bar is running empty now.  He’s really afraid I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112866575813118670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112866575813118670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112866575813118670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112866575813118670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-nightmares-and-fantasies.html' title='Of nightmares and fantasies .... satisfaction guaranteed'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112858831165816226</id><published>2005-10-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:45:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy love ....</title><summary type='text'>My baby’s grumpy today … hmmm … I don’t like it when he’s grumpy … he’ll get cranky and his blood pressure will shoot.  Once it shoot up, he fall ill.  I don’t like my baby to fall sick.  I wish I can be around him to nurse and care but alas, the distance between us is thousand and thousand of miles apart.  I hope his health will be better when he arrives in two weeks’ time.   I miss him so much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112858831165816226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112858831165816226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112858831165816226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112858831165816226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/grumpy-love.html' title='Grumpy love ....'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112849273163859752</id><published>2005-10-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:39:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><summary type='text'>He came up behind me, kissing me softly on my neck with his hands caressing my waist.  While continuing to kiss the neck, he proceeded to unbutton my blouse and now cradling my soft breasts and I could do nothing but just moan softly.  Fondling my breasts in full view of other hotel guests, there I was standing topless on the room balcony of Raffles The Plaza.  I turned in shyness to face him and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112849273163859752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112849273163859752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112849273163859752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112849273163859752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112833510554402876</id><published>2005-10-03T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:06:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates ....</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I was zonked to the maximum!!!  Too much martinis and wine and I ended up pissed drunk.  The good thing was I didn’t wake up with a headache and the bad thing was my baby ain’t here with me when I need him most.  This is the worst of the worst in having a distant relationship, he/she will never be around when you need them.  Though you are with them in their thoughts, it’s not as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112833510554402876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112833510554402876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112833510554402876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112833510554402876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is like a box of chocolates ....'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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-17252283.post-112797890639270938</id><published>2005-09-29T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:00:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who? When? Why?</title><summary type='text'>Who?He – Italian, 48 years old, married. Australian residing and working in Europe. Warm personality, humorous, great kisser, absolutely out of this world lover but with a short temper. Has a great sense of fashion (he loves shoes … me too!), appreciates good music, a wine connoisseur and knows what good food is. Absolutely awesome in bed!Me – 28 year old Asian of Indonesian heritage, short </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/feeds/112797890639270938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17252283&amp;postID=112797890639270938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112797890639270938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252283/posts/default/112797890639270938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italianlover.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-when-why.html' title='Who? When? Why?'/><author><name>sensuousgoddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083394331608967770</uri><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></feed>
