tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40989182011-06-06T16:48:55.525-07:00My daily miseries and sex experiencesAdriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-1081724643074624622004-04-11T16:04:00.000-07:002004-04-11T16:07:01.373-07:00

The glowing state of pregnancy I am pregnant. Very pregnant. 8 ½ months pregnant. I left my job last October and worked on a couple of contracts from home since then, so no more travel stories for now … for a long time ... forever? But let’s talk about pregnancies … Most women I know that have children have been telling me from the beginning how wonderful it is to be pregnant. What a

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-2003024422003-05-16T13:55:00.000-07:002003-05-16T14:50:40.000-07:00

Those little things Hello there. Long time no see. As always, life happens faster than we would like. I have been traveling the last two months, I have seen my husband once in those two months and all we did was to have a lot of good old fashion sex in bed, so there isn’t much to tell in that arena. But I have had an interesting experience this week and I though I should share it. I have

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-903408612003-02-18T14:14:00.000-08:002003-02-25T06:07:57.000-08:00

Of fools and men A few months ago there was this guy I was working with in a team where there was also another woman. Well, a particular one to whom I’m referring here among others … He is married and so is she. But the guy had a terrible crush-infatuation or whatever you want to call it with the woman. He would follow her around like a puppy, sit next to her at lunch and dinner, order the

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-902559662003-01-30T12:37:00.000-08:002003-01-30T13:07:57.000-08:00

Ladies, liberate yourselves Most feedback I receive from this blog is from men that wish they had somebody as open as I am in their lives. I have exchanged a couple of e-mails with a reader of this blog. He told me: “I appreciate the strength of character and depth of emotion you show” I am a very open person. One thing my husband learned (and liked) when we met was that I don't hold

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-3901746812003-01-12T11:44:00.000-08:002003-02-18T15:16:20.000-08:00

More changes ... Update: I have changed host to be able to add comments to each entry and make future improvements.

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New Year, New Face Hello All. Happy New Year! I decided to have a fresh start with the year, starting with the template of this site. So I switched to what you are seeing now. I also archived all past entries, so please if you are here for the first time, go check them out at the archive links on the right column. Still not a profesional design though, I did it myself. Changed the

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746602002-12-21T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T11:41:06.000-08:00

Stranger in the Plane I walked out of the plane and into the Newark airport and tried to orient myself. I’m used to airports, but this is a large one and I wanted to make sure I was going in the right direction. With my purse, a laptop case that is heavy enough to make me switch it back and fort between my hands every 5 minutes; and my heavy coat to fight the freezing north winter, I wasn’t

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746542002-12-04T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T11:38:40.000-08:00

The Weblog Review or what? I have submitted this site, pure curiosity, to be reviewed in a place call "The Weblog Review". I read the review today. Let me tell you ... what a disappointment. The reviewer didn't get the angle of this blog at all. For him, I'm just an anonymous person trying to attract followers by talking about sex. Oh dear ... I though the subtitle "My daily miseries and

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746492002-09-11T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:37:19.000-08:00

Life and death I have a wide horizon when it comes to some things: sex, feelings, friendship, conversations, traveling … but there is something I cannot bring myself to deal with: death. My husband’s grandmother died yesterday. I have already told him I won’t be going to the funeral or any of the rites involved. I didn’t go to my dad’s funeral 4 years ago either, nor my grandfather. And we

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746472002-08-15T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:35:52.000-08:00

Married woman, forgotten woman Yea yea … I have been away for some time. But today I’m back for a few minutes. It is no secret that I’m not American; most of you probably noticed that because of my orthographic “horrors”, right? In consequence, many of the topics here go around cultural behaviors, and today is no exception. I have painfully confirmed lately that for American’s men if you

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746402002-06-26T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:33:15.000-08:00

Jake & Mimi As I mentioned in the last post, I read Jake & Mimi a few weeks ago. I liked it. Yes, you would say I liked it because I’m a sex addict and this book has so many sex scenes. Well ... gee you are right! Many people complained that the book waste too much time on the description of the sexual activities. And I ask: Isn’t it categorized as *Erotic Fiction*? What do you expect

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-3901746362002-06-25T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:31:01.000-08:00

Reasoning sex? My best friend’s girlfriend (let’s call her Mimi) and I continue to exchange ideas (see June 4th post) on what we would like to do one day if we can get together. And I keep commenting our conversations with my husband. But I can feel he is somewhat reluctant to the idea. I have tried to picture just Mimi and me doing all kind of things for him, since I thought the idea of

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746182002-06-20T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:27:49.000-08:00

To kill or not to kill Somebody has raised the topic and I feel the need to write about it. We love sex talks, right? Well, sex is good but brings along consequences. And if you like sex but you avoid by any means to be responsible about it then I definitely have some issues with that. But let’s start the story from the beginning. I got pregnant when I was 18, and I had an abortion. I

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746142002-06-04T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:22:08.000-08:00

It's all about them No matter what they really think, whenever in a conversation I noticed most American women don’t answer truthfully, they answer what they think would make them the center of the attention or what would sound more impressive or intelligent that the rest of us. And if they can’t find anything of the kind then they deliver the typical “I don’t want to talk about it”. That

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746092002-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:20:28.000-08:00

Unexpected Dream Something much unexpected happened. I got an e-mail from my best friend’s girlfriend (soon to be wife) a few weeks ago. She said she had a dream where we were with our boys making plans to go out and, to save time I asked her to take a shower together. She accepted and when in the shower the soap slipped to the floor and she bend over to get it, and right there I put my

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901746042002-04-30T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:19:05.000-08:00

Where are the limits? One of the questions that I have never been able to get an answer from other people is: where are the limits between 2 persons (wife-husband, girlfriend-boyfriend, sex partners) when it comes to things like privacy and how we let the other see us? I know what my limits are. But they are not static; they vary depending on who I’m with. I remember when I was still a

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-3901745782002-04-28T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:06:55.000-08:00

My best friend, my adventures's mate I “met” my best friend, and I said “met” this way because really we already knew each other but had never actually put any attention; after I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. Then, he was always around and we became friends, we were single, young and curious and started experimenting. I remember how it happened. We were in his baseman, having a

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745602002-04-25T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:01:54.000-08:00

Virtual Sex A long time ago I was one day working very late. About midnight everybody in my floor left so before I went home I made a quick stop in one of my favorite chat rooms, which it was forbidden by policy in the company. As in every chat conversation, some guy was obsessively asking sex questions, but nobody would answer. Well, you know I’m a sex-addict, so I started talking to the

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745542002-04-23T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T11:00:18.000-08:00

Sex and swingers I went to dinner with some co-workers last night and somehow our conversation went to the big topic: SEX. At some point I commented I had been to a swingers club before. Oh well … one of them was so shocked he left the table, other couldn’t look at my face anymore for the rest of the night. Why people are so afraid to say what they really think? They wanted to know more

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745502002-04-16T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T10:58:33.000-08:00

A misterious woman There is a woman at work that always inspires me. I don’t know her; we just exchange “good mornings” and “hellos” along the days, and just a few conversations mostly work-related. But she se seems so nice and sweet. Her voice is calm and she speaks slowly, but not to slow to make me inpatient. She dresses very well, always with suits and the colors always matching. She

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745472002-04-15T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T10:56:55.000-08:00

Something about courage I have always been very adventurous and courageous. That fact brought me many troubles when I was younger. I was never willing to give up on anything I wanted to do or I had set my mind on. And those things weren’t always of my father’s will. Thankfully my mother was always backing me up and encouraging me to do whatever I wanted within certain limits. As she use to say

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745412002-03-31T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:54:17.000-08:00

I wonder, what are the ritual this days? When I was a child I used to love some rituals: the afternoon tea with croissants sitting around the fireplace with mom in winter or in the flowery patio in summer; the 6:00 o’clock kids show, the Sunday family reunions with all the cousins where we formed 2 groups and collected frogs to see who collected more; the visits to my grandparents once a month

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745342002-03-20T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:51:43.000-08:00

Size doesn’t matter … really … I have had all sizes of penis in my life. My first boyfriend had a big penis. His friends used to call him tripod. For me it was normal, he was my first guy. I actually though it sucked his penis was big because most of the times sex was a painful experience. I was, also, 17 and didn’t know anything about lubricants nor did he, although he was 22, or at least he

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745252002-03-18T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:48:14.000-08:00

Menstruation Why call it men-struation? When in truth it should be women-struation, or month-truation. It would be so much logical … even monster-uation will be better. Because really, who likes the monthly bloody nightmare? If vampires would exist, they wouldn’t kill anybody. There will be plenty of blood for them. It would help us get rid of the monsteruation faster. Don’t you think? And if

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901745022002-03-17T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:45:16.000-08:00

Sex crazy me? I went out once with one of those sex-crazy guys for a while. I am very sex driven but this guy was sick. We meet at work, and we used to go to a motel on our lunch hour. And then go home and have sex again, before he went back to his house. And I thought it was because of the new relationship. Later he moved with me and we started having sex in the mornings before to get

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901744972002-03-16T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:43:13.000-08:00

Good vibrations Yes, I have a vibrator, so what? I bet half of the women you know have one. Why women hide that fact? You know, the people at the X-ray machines in the airports have a lot of fun identifying vibrators in bags and purses when we go through. I know because I used to have a friend that worked there. And she said every other woman carry one when traveling. Husbands should be

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901744892002-03-15T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:43:21.000-08:00

Bidet … or the Prune cleaner I can’t tell how much I miss the bidet. In North America nobody has one. Worse, most Americans don’t know what it is. When we went to South America to visit my family, I showed my husband what it was. He though the artifact was hilarious. Just in case you don’t know what it is: it is a basin, kind of like the toilette, but the water instead of going down, it

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901744812002-03-14T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:43:30.000-08:00

Girls ... trim the bush! Why is that some women don't shave or wax their pussies? I change clothes in the gym as well as lots of women, and so I see their bushes. Well, most of the times I can’t believe how bushy most women are! And every time I think: this person doesn’t have sex very often, or her partner doesn’t perform oral sex on her, or he does but at risk of choking with her hair, what

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901744732002-03-13T22:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:43:47.000-08:00

Home Sick I have been feeling home sick a lot lately. And last night one of those incidents that are *the drop that spill the water* happened. My husband went out for drinks with his co-workers after work. They invited me, but generally these happy hours involve going to a bar with a bunch of guys that drink a lot, and I barely know them so they hardy talk to me. And 99% of the times I am the

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901744462001-06-30T22:00:00.000-07:002003-01-12T10:25:15.000-08:00

The never ending sister's story I found out today that most probably my sister won't be coming for the wedding nor her children, my nepheu and niece. I got very upset and frustrated, I have done everything on my hand to make her come, helped even financially but what my sister needs is a psychologist. Her traumas and insecurities are unmeasurable; and she keep changing her mind all the time

Adriana Rapollanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098918.post-901743862001-02-02T00:00:00.000-08:002003-01-12T10:18:47.000-08:00

A slow day Today was one of this slow day, for various reasons ... It is Friday, I'm kind of sleepy, I'm not motivated to work ... and then there is the feeling of loneliness that have been bothering me for a while now. Not loneliness in the strict sense of the word, but it the sense of not having a connection with the people around. John is the only person that fills my emotional needs here.

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