So, I haven't posted in a while, as some bloggers have not hesitated to point out. For that, I apologize.

It's not out of lack of stuff to say, but more out of lack of motivation to say it. I decided to take a little time to focus on work because, to be honest, blogging had become a full time distraction for me.

In my abscence I have conceived, (but not written) a few topics for posts, and I want you guys to choose which one goes up first and I'll do my best to make it happen this weekend. There's going to be a "Scribbles On:" series

-On living next door to a brothel...(BBBJTCWS..I'll explain in the post)

-On bank holiday weekend shenanigans...(mostly drunken shenanigans)

-On office affairs and wedding rings...(a.k.a. Sexy is her first nature)

-On bunny boilers and baby makers...(you guys get to meet my "kid")

Also the conclusion to Meet the Hunters is still in the works.

So, yes, now I leave it to you.

Furthermore, I don't think I will be able to "blog daily" anymore. I need my job, so I need to do my job. Unless you guys are willing to pay me to blog. My rates are £150/day; any takers? No? That hurts, and to think I thought you loved me.

Anyway, I might not have time to sit down and pour out an epistle on a daily basis anymore, but I can still take 30 seconds here and there to jot down my thoughts. So I tweet/twitter/twitt? dunno which is the correct expression. I prefer "Twibble".

So, if you're interested in my 3 or 4 times daily micro-rants, my twibbles are in the sidebar, or you can follow me @scribblemefree.

as always, sWeET DREAMS blogsville

Scribbles

He wont be back

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Know Your Audience

I hated studying French in primary school. I've never been a fan of the French. Or their language.

Still, I had to study it for 7 odd years. The moment I didn't have to anymore, I stopped. I've never fancied myself a speaker. Heck, I'm surprised when I hear some French and I can understand it, somewhat.

I surprised myself last night.

Two girls got on the train last night. One black, one Caucasian. The black girl was decent looking; tall, long legs, pretty eyes.

I sat and observed them for a minute, they were speaking French.

There is something remarkably sexy about French women. They seriously excite me. I don't speak French, but I thot I would go make an ass of myself in front of them.

I was a little surprised at how much I actually remembered.

Excusé moi, I'm sorry, je ne parle pas francais, but I had to come talk to you. Tu es tres belle. I smiled, I probably just murdered your language there, I'm sorry( I didn't say I was fluent)

She smiled.

I'm being rude. I didn't even introduce myself. Je mappelle Scribbles, comment t'appelle tu?

Vivienne, and you're not doing too badly she took my outstretched hand.

Enchanté. I kissed her hand

Life is a big stage and we're all playing parts. The key to success in many arenas is to know your audience. There are a few "gurus" out there who will say that a man should approach a woman within 3 seconds of seeing and being attracted to her. While I respect their reasons for that approach, I subscribe to a different theory.

A panther/lion/tiger or any other predator doesn't just bumble carelessly into a pack of gazelles. It will most likely go hungry using that approach. Instead the predator stalks its prey, watching, observing, looking for weaknesses within the group.

I follow the same principle. Watch a woman, observe the way she talks, carries herself; looking for my "in". And then, armed with a smile, charm, blackberry (she had one too) and that knowledge, I move in for the "kill".

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**Shout out to Sexkitten, she provided the inspiration for this installment.**

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He got to the top of the stairs. The bedroom door was open. He could smell her perfume in the air. Eau de Cartier. She wasn't playing games tonight.

He could barely contain himself as he rounded the corner into the bedroom. There she was, in the bathroom doorway, her back to him, bent over the sink, one leg on the bidet. Her body glistened with droplets of water and she was oiling up.

He quietly unzipped his pants and approached her. She liked it when he "surprised" her.

She turned around, she had heard him come in. She had known he was behind her. She knew his intentions.

She placed her hand on his chest to stop him, looked down, a big grin spread across her face. She dropped to her knees and as her hands worked his belt, her tongue worked the tip of his cock. He shuddered when she took him whole in her mouth.

His was the only dick that had ever been in her mouth, she had hated it the first time and told him she was never doing it again. He hadn't pushed her. She was still a virgin, innocent, fragile. He went down on her frequently though, extracting powerful, violent orgasms. Whrenching them from her body with careless abandon.

One day, after a particularly intense, loud climax, -his parents were away for the weekend and his little brother was at a friends house across town- she lay in the afterglow, his hard cock in her hand, stroking it as he kissed her, feeding her her own nectar. She wanted to make him feel as good as he just made her feel.

She kissed his neck, his shoulders, bit down on his nipples; he loved it when she did that. She slowly made her way lower, lower and then she swallowed him. She would never forget the look on his face that day; surprise, puzzlement, pleasure; as his eyes rolled back in his head. She hadn't really known what she was doing, but she let his responses guide her.

The way he squirmed and thrashed about, turned her on. She was wetter than she had ever been. And when he came, harder than he ever had, she couldn't contain herself anymore, her cunt was throbbing.

"I'm ready, Dw"

"What, ready for what?" he was still delirious with pleasure.

"I want you inside me"

"Are..are you sure?"

"Yes"

They made love for the first time that day, he had been careful, he had tried not to hurt her, and when he saw the pain spread across her face, his heart almost broke. He had held her when she cried afterward, and had been ready when, 10 minutes later, she wanted to go again. He didn't know it then, but he had just unleashed her inner nymph.

In the weeks to follow, they had their first real scare. She was late, a week to be precise. She was convinced she was pregnant and certain her mother would kill her. Dwayne had stood by her side. It turned out to be a false alarm, but they were careful from then on. Dwayne carried a packet of condoms everywhere with him, because he never knew when or where she would decide to pull out his cock

She had become addicted to sucking his cock. She was giving her man more pleasure than he could bear, and she loved it. She loved the power. One day, she swallowed. It was an accident, he told her he was coming, but she had been so engrossed in what she was doing she hadn't heard him. She hadn't realised till it hit the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow then.

It wasn't half bad. She had looked up at him and seen the look of delight on his face. Then she'd gone back to work. His knees buckled. Since that day, she always swallowed.

And she would swallow tonight. She loosened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor; and with her hands on his thighs and his dick in her mouth, she guided him to the bed, thankful they had chosen to go for plush carpeting.

His favorite "bootah call". This dude is funny as hell, dude didn't even seem sorry, or afraid, just confused. Like "there is someone talking, it sounds like my wife" LMAO!!

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...apparently, Indian women don't use "the mouth"...anyone wanna assert or depose that statement?

So I got my BB back, sans all my contacts. So for those of you who were on my BBM list, please submit your PINs to scribbles@scribblemefree.com, or better still add me - PIN:2561A775.

Feel free to add me if you weren't a previous contact; I'm always open to making new friends :P

So, I have this scale (Tanita, I think), measures weight, body fat %, muscle mass, body water % etc. The last time I checked (3wks or so ago), I was 68kg(150lbs), 17.8%, 52.3, 50.4% respectively, and, while happy enough with that, I've been trying to gain a little weight (get up to 75ish(165lbs)) and at the same time cut down body fat % to high single figures.

To that end, I've been working hard in the gym, eating right, going on morning runs (ok, maybe not as often as I should but at least I went).

So tell me why, when I checked again Saturday morning I had lost weight (63Kg(140lbs)), my body fat % had DOUBLED (31.8%) and I had lost 10kg (20lbs) of muscle mass i.e. 41.3. I was aghast. My body was still throbbing from the gym sessions. I came to the conclusion it was one of two things:

1. Friday evening, I had baked a batch of brownies and when they were done, I decided to have a taste. 10 minutes later, I had eaten the entire batch. I was being punished


2. (And I think this is more likely) The scale is malfunctioning. I mean the fact that I can't actually see the fat anywhere tells me Tanita is taking the piss. :) Good thing it's still under warranty.

That's that about that. :)