wendy

ok, this girl is too much. she paints her eyes like a panda and her skin with that fudge tan from a can. she smokes more weed than i do. she takes more pills than i do. she does less work than i do. her mind is so intensely occupied thinking about herself, that she only casts her senses far enough to confirm her paranoid notions of what other people think of her, and is otherwise completely oblivious to the broader marvels of existence.

over the weekend as we strolled down the beach to find some shelter to light a j she asked me: "those clouds up there are moving really fast; is that to do with the wind?"

she just arrived in town a month ago, but has made a big impact on the social scene already. all the bar tenders know her. i think she's going for the djs next.

but in the meantime, my greedy eyes' sparkle has ensnared her. because she's moved in around the corner from me, and because my car is no longer legal to drive to work, i've been spending a bit of time with her.

oh, and it's also because i can't decide if i want to fuck her or not. you know what they say about mopeds? "they're fun to ride as long as your friends don't find out".

that said, she is a great party-play-mate, and generous.

she's planning a big party next weekend. i suspect it's gonna be one of those parties that everyone shows up to because they know something crazy's gonna happen.

tara (at)tempted

i think it was about ten days ago, tara wore this satiny pink blouse to work. i sent her an email complimenting the top, but chiding her for wearing a bra under it, since the straps were showing. she told me it would be bordering on pornographic if she didn't wera a bra with that top.

last night i was to meet her at a quiet lounge bar in town. when i walked in, a few minutes late, i spotted her sitting on a stool at the bar, legs crossed in a short skirt, the same top, and this time: no bra straps visible. i kissed her cheek and stepped back to look her up and down, but my eyes became stuck firmly on her chest - the same way her amazing breasts are. perfectly pert, nipples erect, every hidden detail magically accentuated by the delicate clinging pink fabric.

we sat there for several hours, drinking cocktails and talking about why she should break up with her boyfriend. by the time the staff turned up the lights to chase us out, we were the only two customers left, our legs entangled with each others', entangled in each others' stool legs.

she had to get home to her boyfriend and i was supposed to go to a friend's late night birthday party, so we kissed and parted, promising to do it again soon.

i started off towards the birthday party, but changed my mind at the bottom of charlie's street, and walked up the hill to appease my hard-on.

plenty of fish in the sea

when i was a teenager i came up with an extension to the rather clichéd metaphor of fish as lovers:

there are two basic approaches to catching a particular kind of fish. the first is to develop a specific technique, tailored to the fish you are after; a lure that is particularly attractive to that fish or a method of fishing that relies on specific knowledge of the behaviour of that fish to maximise the chances of catching one.

the other approach is to drag a giant drift-net throughout the world's oceans, and throw away all the fish you don't like.

tara

tara is a stunning new girl who's been on the reception desk at work for a couple of weeks now. the previous receptionist still works in the same company and is still on my hitlist, but i think i can get into tara's knickers quicker.

we have these security cards which you swipe over a scanner to get into the building, but they only work at the employee entrance. since the company adopted a policy of hiring beautiful receptionists, i prefer to use the main entrance, via reception. this door is unlocked electronically by the receptionist from her desk.

the front of the building is one-way mirror, so the receptionist usually has plenty of warning of anyone approaching the door, but somehow i usually seem to manage to avoid tara's attention until i am at the door. the fact that i almost always have to ring the bell to get in has sparked an ongoing light-hearted repartee between us.

today she asked me why i didn't just use the employee entrance like everyone else, and i replied that if i did that i wouldn't get to see her. she was obviously flattered, and sent me an email afterwards that she hoped i'd continue using the main entrance. i replied that i'd use whatever entrance she'd open up for me, and the exchange has only gotten smuttier from there. she just sent me a collection of lesbian porn pictures and agreed to go out for a drink on friday.