Life, Love, Sex

More Busy Days

There have been lots more busy days to report on.

Where did I last leave off?

Goodness, I haven’t reported on the whole week!

Monday was Bastille day and I went with a bunch of people to the beach to watch the fireworks.  They were really great fireworks, I just wish I had known I’d be watching them while sitting on the beach otherwise I wouldn’t have worn a short skirt!  Afterwards was boring, we just went to a bar and drank outside.  I didn’t drink because I don’t have the stomach to pay 8 euro for 1 drink.  I ended up going home early with another girl who wasn’t feeling well.  The night was a bit of a wash, but whatever.

Tuesday….was a quite anti-social day.  I do those fairly often because I can only handle the people I’m with for so long.

Wednesday was excursion day as usual.  This we went to see the Gorges du Verdon.  Big freaking beautiful canyons.

Comme ca:

This is actually a shot someone else took because I was an idiot and the 1st 30 pictures I took were without my memory card.

We took a bus tour through the mountains (holy fuck, by the way).  Very scary and it made me quite motion sick.  I had to keep my eyes closed and sleep most of the time between each picture stop.

Eventually we stopped for lunch at a lake.

And we took the highway home.  Thank God.

Thursday our French class took a trip to the beach.  We went to Cap Ferrat, a place where the VERY wealthy live.  We visited a Rothschild villa and then grabbed lunch and found a small and uncrowded beach (unlike those in Nice).  It was great.  And once our teacher left at 2, the girls all went topless!  (Except 1 girl who has a complex about her small breasts.)

Yeah, I totally saw hot girls’ boobies.  It was awesome.

Friday I went to the beach in Nice and proceeded to go topless again.  It really is way awesome.  I got a little sunburned on my back though because I fell asleep for a little bit.  Nothing too bad though.

And then that night I had a date with another guy from AFF.  Francois.  From chatting with him earlier that morning, he sounded like he’d be a nice, dirty fuck.  Something Pierre couldn’t give me.  We arranged to meet at 7 down by the beach, but it was a place I was unfamiliar with.

So I didn’t find it.  And I felt awful because I couldn’t call him since I don’t have a French phone (only my US one, and it would be very expensive).  So I walked back to my room (a 20 minute walk) and found him online.

He was a little upset.  But when I explained what happened, he understood and gave me different directions.

I finally got there (after walking to the beach for the 3rd time that day) and he was happy to see me.  He was cute!  And apparently rich.  He took me up to his place which was right there on the Promenade des Anglais (the big avenue that runs along the water) and he was on the top floor with a most spectacular view!  I absolutely could not believe it.

He offered me some water and soon started kissing me.  We undressed and he motioned me to my knees to give him a blow job.  As I did he pinched and squeezed my nipples and breasts.  And said things in French which I don’t know what he said, but that’s fucking hot.

Unfortunately that was all we had time to do that night because he had a dinner with friends to get to.

But he drove me back to my neighborhood in his Audi.  That was hot.  And he said we could get together this week (I hope he’s sincere about that).

Saturday I hooked up with a bunch of people for a trip to Monaco.  We left around noon and spent a looooong day sightseeing there.  We climbed up this gigantic hill to see the palace and sights up there.  We went into the cathedral where the former Prince Rainier is buried, as is Grace Kelly.

Then we went to an aquarium and saw lots of fishies!  I got some great photographs there.  I fell in love with the jellyfish because I was getting some awesome shots.  Here are a few of my favs:

And we also went to the Monte Carlo.  We didn’t go inside the casino though because it costs 10 Euro.

We eventually found somewhere for dinner and we all decided to splurge at a nice restaurant.  I got pizza because even though I was willing to splurge, I just couldn’t bring myself to pay 28Euro for a steak (that’s a $45 steak!).  The pizza was amazing though.  And oh so worth it.

The highlight of the night was when someone ordered steak tartare without realizing what it was!  He speaks pretty good French, so when he ordered it, I didn’t say anything because usually people know what they’re doing when their ordering.  When I ended up cluing him into the fact it was raw meat, he was more than surprised!  But he ate it all!  Said it was really good, but he just wished he didn’t know it was raw meat.  I had to try not to gag as I watched him take bites.  Blech.

But what a great day.  Even though it was sooo exhausting!

So today I just bummed about.  Picked up a few groceries, listened to music, watched a movie.  It was cloudy anyways and I heard some thunder in the early afternoon anyways.

Pierre e-mailed me last night asking if I wanted to hang out today.  I slept on it before answering, but ultimately decided not to.  He’s sweet.  And nice.  But I just wasn’t up for going out.  And I’d rather have no sex then blah sex right now.  Hopefully I’ll see Francois this week though.

Tomorrow starts my last full week in Nice.  Boo

I really, really don’t want to come back.  I may have to move here after I graduate.

And I will totally have a scooter!

Wooo!!

I went topless today at the beach!!

And it was awesome!

I also got to see some of the awesome boobies on my classmates.  (Drool!)

I love France!!  Please don’t make me come home!!

Tumble down the hill

In an effort to expand upon my already substantial online presence (MySpace, Facebook, Blogs, Livejournal, Twitter, Flickr, FetLife, etc), I bit the bullet and joined Tumblr as well.

*Sigh*

Check it out at avahdi.tumblr.com

It’s nothing interesting, I promise.

Just a toy for my ADD to have an outlet in a way that Twitter and my blog come up inadequate.

At least on my Tumblr, I won’t feel guilty about posting 15 comics in a day.

That’s what sex camp is for!

From Oddly Enough:

Nine British women were facing prostitution charges after being arrested at the weekend for taking part in an oral sex competition in the Greek holiday island of Zakynthos, police said on Monday. (more)

It goes on to say the competition would have been posted on the internet- doesn’t that then make it porn? And thus legal? Hmm…

But really, keep the blow job contests at camp! (At the protest I’m sure of Miss Tristan.)

Je le veux!!!!

France (and Europe for that matter) is all about the scooter.

Having taken my first scooter ride this weekend and discovering it’s not so bad, I now find myself with scooter envy.

Well, I did some brief googling and I found this awesome Honda model:

The Metropolitan.  Isn’t it awesome?!  It goes for just a tad over 2k…which, for a person with an income isn’t out of reach.

But pour moi?  *Sigh*

I’ll tack it to the end of my lists of wants like a Mac Book, laser eye surgery, paying off debt.  And now a scooter.

OMG it’s just so cute.

I want it!

Crossing the Atlantic

My one goal before I came to France was really to get laid here. I really couldn’t ignore that conquest.

(My goal once I got here was to drink more water and break my habit of soda.)

Well, I have zero skills when it comes to picking up (or being picked up) in bars, so I took the easy way out- Adult Friend Finder. It’s been my friend for many years now.

And it even works in France!

I put up an ad as soon as I got here because I know these things can take time. I had to wait for someone cute to e-mail me and then it’s always the back and forth. And I don’t think everyone even read my profile because I got countless e-mails in French. Hello- no parle francais! (Yes, I know.)

But anyways, Pierre e-mailed me last week and I guess I just glanced over it without much notice, but for some reason took notice this weekend when he e-mailed again. He offered to show me around the town on his scooter. That sounded fun (if not death defying!).

So I e-mailed him back and we quickly made plans for yesterday.

I was to meet him at a near by square in the evening and he would be with his black and silver scooter. Easy enough, right?

Wrong!

I got to the square a little early because it’s only like a 5 minute walk, if that, but I had a lot of nervous energy, so I just went to go early. Well, after a few minutes I noticed someone on the other side of the square with a (big) black and silver scooter (I suppose it was closer to a motorcycle) and he was clearly waiting for someone. I couldn’t see the face from far away, so I got up and started walking towards him and when I got closer I saw that it was a much older man than who I was meeting (Pierre was only 35).

It couldn’t be him.

I didn’t want it to be him!

But for a good 20 minutes I was convinced he was my date. How much could I really tell about someone’s looks from a tiny picture on the computer?? And people lie…

I was so convinced I started to walk away but was stopped just in time by the real Pierre!

Who was a 35 year old boy. No lie. (I always seem to like the older guys with boyish qualities about them.) He was cute though- tan skin, brown hair, big round brown eyes.

After brief introductions, we decided on an itinerary for the night. I hadn’t seen Villefranche yet, so we would go there.

But first, a beautiful look out point.

By way of scooter! He handed me his extra helmet, and my only request was that he not drive too much like a French person. (In hindsight, going on the scooter together is a good way to get physically close very quickly!)

And the look out point- my God was it stunning, looking over the Baie des Anges (Bay of Angels) and all of Nice. And from what I could tell when we weren’t making out, it would be a great place to take pictures!

Making out at a beautiful look out point- now that’s the kind of memories study abroad trips are made of!

Our plans for the evening changed as things started to get a little hot and heavy. We decided to go to his place and order pizza in. (Hey, a free meal is a free meal. Have you seen the conversion rate???!!!!)

It was about a 20 minute ride to his place as he was in the newer part of Nice. He had a small little apartment- very French.

Once the pizza was ordered, the action started.

Score 1 for the French on foreplay! It’s been a long time since I was kissed and stroked all over before the actual disrobing (or even once disrobed for that matter).

And then after all the sweet kissing and slow removal of my clothing- he went down on me. That’s right! You read it here folks! (Sorry, I’m writing this before going out and I “pre-gamed” a bit (it’s too expensive to drink out otherwise!)).

It wasn’t too shabby. He fingered me too. Licked my ass a bit. Even stuck a finger up there (I do hate having fingers up my butt though for some reason).

And then- the sex.

All 5-8 minutes of it?

*Sigh*

And he had such a beautiful cock too.

Well the pizza came and *sigh* it was neither Italian nor NY quality. Oh well.

We watched a bit of French TV.

And then round 2.

And round 3.

Really, he gets a gold star for effort.

The cuddling was nice though. He was very much a sweet guy.

And I’m hoping soon I won’t think about Jefferson during sex anymore. That would be quite nice. *Headdesk* (I just have to remind myself how the quality of our sex life seriously (and I mean seriously) diminished this winter…)

I hope this is semi-coherent. I shall reread it tomorrow.

But for now, I have some celebrating to do. And some firemen to make out with. And God I’d love to get in another fuck.

I know, I’m such a slut.

But duh, you all knew that.

By the way

I totally got laid last night.

More to come when I’m free…

Things Fall Apart

I saw today’s XKCD and just had to post it.

I wonder if the people who do this comic read my blog?

Theme

Yep, I changed my theme again.

Sorry.

I just really liked the back end of this one (though, it’s not so terribly different right?).

Back end.  *Snicker*

Anyways.

Carry on.  I’m just going to go back to being in France.

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