Apologises

Ladies, i apologise for my lack of contact for the last couple of months.. A lot has happened in the world of Yuppie . From an abundance of men, to love back to men and wild parties and even fun on far eastern retreats.

Of course it served a purpose, but it gave me more ammunition to talk about the things we love most . Sex, fashion, money and men. I have a little something for you to keep you salivating until my next installment.

Meet Dahlia who who needs a man when you have these luscious leather shorts to keep all the boys eyes ogling . Think dominatrix meets seventies disco and voila...

Bye for now

Yuppie xxx

Full yes, but never satisfied....

Picture the scene, for starters  i will have mint pea soup drizzled with double cream  followed by a rack of Chatsworth lamb with lemon crust finished with an all American baked vanilla cheesecake accompanied with  raspberry coulis with lashings of cream at you convenience. However, after you lavish in your ample servings something niggles in the back of your mind. Yes. this was pleasant, but i still want more!

This feeling seems to arise in different circumstance. It is a feeling that plagues me regularly. During work, in the gym, out on a date, also in a relationship.

We have all been there, the heavy petting, the pulling of the hair. Heavy breathing and panting, that electric feeling starting to bubble and expand from below. His thrusting actions feeling as if they are touching every part of your body, making you sweat and heightening your senses. You start to loose focus, your caught up in the moment you feel overwhelmed and want to release. Then he releases, without a thought on timing, kisses you on the cheek and rolls over. The moments passed, and your still hungry. You try to compose your frustration, roll over and try to catch  8 blissfully boring hours of beauty sleep.

Why is it that we are never satisfied?Is it because we have been brought up to have a preconception of our  life from a young age? We are taught to map out our entire existence from day dot ,through magazines, films and music. Shaping how we should act and react.  Some people fantasise about making and keeping a home: 2 point 4 children, a doting husband, a house with a white picket fence and perma-smiles. Others fascinate about money and others constantly day dream about escaping.

I personally have encountered many of thoughts, however they are usually centred around sex, money and maybe the chance of love someday. I can only conclude that...


Rule number 3: Greed is good. Without it we would never strive for perfection. However daunting and sometimes painful it may be we should never feel as if we need or should settle for second best.

Money , boyfriends, acquaintances will come and go. But our mentality to attain our goals should always remain. What you do with it however, is up to you....

Therefore i am right to say that one day, John Kortajarena, you will be mine!


Yuppie
xx

A day to remember?

Have you ever wondered where Valentine’s Day originated?  Was it an Ancient Grecian day of expression, celebrating Aphrodite's antics? Or a Victorian ritual where dukes would woo their brides to be, setting aside a day each year to be valiant and 'take their hand in marriage'?

Realistically, each year valentines reminds those of us who are in a relationship that our situation is not always 'perfect'. That  being cooped up in a chicken pen of a restaurant, with the layout resembling a cramped school dinner hall is actually not our idea of fun!That the man on the table opposite obviously loves their girlfriend more, symbolised by her larger bouquet of red roses making our boyfriends feel and seem incompetent in some way.

When did we start idolising Valentines day as the holy grail and chose to forget our basic instinct.  A topic which vividly plays and replays through  my mind on a hourly basis.....SEX?! Each day we are visually targeted by  enticing imagery objectifying sex and empowering our animal instinct. Interpreted as , "Everyone is doing it".. so why cant we?

A day of promiscuity. One day a year that everybody can truly be deviant, dismiss inhibitions and fulfil every sexual desire that has been deeply embedded, quietly tucked away from public view. Conjugate fantasy with reality- His taste. His touch. His scent. Her taste, her touch , her scent.

Throughout history there has been an abundance of savvy women who have been branded distasteful.. but the thought of being a whore for a day has never been so alluring...

Rule number 2: Silence is Golden. Need i say more?

 So ladies, don’t despair.  Here's a little something to keep your mind wondering...

Shhhhhhhhh.... I wont tell if you don't

x

Let the games commence..

2011 and Yuppie gets lucky. Last night, as if from a dream a tall, handsome Spartan looking gentleman caught my eye. After countless swapped gazes, and intriguing stares i decided to take my fate into my own hands. Armed with Dutch courage I went to investigate.

Lawyer you say? Late 20's you say?No Girlfriend?  Fantastic, that is all the statistics I needed. Given that so much time is usually wasted when first meeting a future fling, as they feel as if they need to idly talk about their prospects and ambitions to keep you interested. I have decided to make some rules up of my own. So that every woman gets what they want, when they want. I call it trimming the fat: 

Rule number 1: Trimming the fat- skim read what they are telling you, get the main statistics and move on to having fun! 

After following my own mantra, i went in for the kill. A kiss, tracing his lips with my tongue, caressing his biceps and feeling his rock hard chest press against mine.His lips, soft, sucking on my ear and neck..


Needless to say i was hooked!

But it would be wrong to kiss and tell all at once.... till the next installment .

Yuppie xx