WHAT A WOMAN WANTS AND IS AFRAID TO ASK HER GUY
IF YOU CARE…READ MY BLOG
GUYS: So you think you know, don’t you? Maybe, you missed one or two?
I decided to compile a list. Feel free to print it off and check it whenever you do one.
WOMEN: This list may not be completely to your liking and I may have forgotten something so you need to comment on this blog.
AND WHAT IF I’M WRONG? LOL….ME??? Anastasia Amor has conducted extensive research …she knows, believe me. (She also has multiple personalities)
Of course, it is your right, GUYS, to stay uninformed and blissfully happy with yourself…but definitely, ill-advised.
THE LIST: I decided to approach this as a karate student. There are 3 components.
THE SPIRIT:
#Make her feel good about herself. Tell her you like her hair, lips, eyes, sense of humour and her mind.
Other body parts are also good—so what if her butt isn’t perfect but you like it. I think if it’s a body part never previously valued, even better. I was extremely flattered when my favourite guy said he thought my feet were delicate.
#Tell her she looks fantastic when she takes time to fix herself up.
#Remind her she’s special to you (more special than anyone else).
#Kiss her frequently, with feeling. Both sexes like kissing. It’s something we should do away from the bedroom, too. Kissing goes along with holding hands. It’s a romantic connection.
#A romantic dinner….a must.
THE MIND:
#Communicate and listen. Initiate the conversation. Take a few minutes to talk to her about something that she likes (make sure she likes this topic...I mean really).
#Invite her out for a: movie, theatre, comedy show, concert, game…as long as she enjoys it. (This is not your time…make it hers…hopefully you both like it) Try to do this often. Another thing…don’t wait for her to always make plans…(Women get sick of arranging things)
THE BODY
#Massage…a gentle sensitive massage that relaxes her. Warm oils and sensitive light fingers are imperative. The purpose is not to compete with a registered massage therapist. Those dudes leave sore muscles sometimes sorer than when the massage starts.
No, this is to help her…you want her to surprise her with your soft, sensuous hands. You are worshipping her with this massage.
#Make sure you’re clean off with a scent she likes…This does not mean spraying your package with cologne. You are a man, not an Armani bottle. One of my female friends said she doesn’t mind sweat…but that all depends on the whether the skin was initially clean. Old sweat is nasty.
#If you have a snoring problem…do something about or remove yourself from her bed, unless of course, she doesn’t mind or snores just as loud.
#I get the impression that men are more likely to get pleasure out of sex than women. Men often tease women with their tongues or finger but do they make sure she has that ultimate experience? (Did you see how I cleverly avoided something that might possibly offend..?)
You wouldn’t believe how many magazine articles are about how to please the guy…. Well, I think women get a raw deal. Sure, they’re supposed to subtely tell the guy, “I like it over there, or that feels good.” (because we wouldn’t want to make him feel inadequate) How many times do these magazine articles advise women to say, “No, don’t stop you selfish *******…I want to come… In fact, I want to come every time we have sex!” (That is a reasonable request, guys. Men expect to…why not women? Besides, women have their Big O for 20 seconds…and it’s a very worthwhile, fulfilling experience.)
Of course, if you are really good lover, you could try giving her two—oral and G-spot. (ooops, was that a no-no?…readers…please don’t delete me!!) And don’t limit yourself, if you want to give her more LOL, unless she’s had enough
#Variety and spontaneity--sexually
#Let her sleep sometimes instead of having sex and tell her you would be happy to cuddle.
What do you think?
xxxAnastasia
Mystery author of the steamy ADIE STURM SERIES http://www.anastasiaamor.com/
Friday, May 23, 2008
MEN IN UNIFORMS…SEXY OR NOT?
MEN IN UNIFORMS…SEXY OR NOT?
I’ve got a story for you…
Read my blog and tell me your thoughts.
xxxAnastasia
Cool website of hot mystery author: http://anastasiaamor.com/
MEN IN UNIFORMS…SEXY OR NOT?
The mind boggles…I’m thinking wild crazy stuff now…Which uniforms are sexy? I can only speak for myself. I’m not into team sports…so someone else will have to tell me about that. I do have a story….
Puerto Rico…vacation and two guys sitting at the bar. I was getting hungry…for food…. but the guys weren’t just ordinary guys… one was very hot (9+) and made me forget about food. Now, here’s the thing that got me even more interested. They were wearing uniforms…pristine, white uniforms. And when Paul bought me a drink he told me they were AA pilots….my heart jumped…dinner? Of course, but I had to get changed. We hopped in a taxi and they brought me back to my bed and breakfast place and waited. I got ready and awhile later we went out to dinner. Paul told me he was the head pilot and Gary was a co-pilot (7). A pilot in control of a great, big jet….ah-hh-hhh!!! Paul’s ratings shot up to a ten….Gary wasn’t even a consideration any more.
Well, it was no surprise to Paul how excited I was. Interestingly, he told me when he met a flight attendant, he’d tell her how he was studying to be a lawyer but to women in general, he was the STUDMASTER because he was a PILOT!
WOMEN LOVE COPS…do you?
I’m not sure about that one personally, but there are plenty of stripping cop graphics. Just saw one… myspace friend R, sent it to me. Very stimulating…cop takes it all off…The thing there is…the woman gets to control the COP…THAT IS A TURN ON.
I HAVE A DETECTIVE FRIEND…he was a uniformed cop for years, but now, LADIES…he is without uniform. Can he still be a turn on? Should he be telling women he’s a COP or a DETECTIVE or is it the same?
Hey, but there are female cops, too. WHAT DO MYSPACE MEN THINK ABOUT THEM??????
NURSES AND DOCTORS….mmmm-mmmmm!!!
I went to emergency with a temperature…my examining doctor had smouldering brown eyes and a great bedside manner. I was feverish after his examination. I wasn’t sure if I could have asked for his phone number…not ethical for him but, had I met him outside the hospital…the possibilities were endless…
That’s why they have those Halloween costume uniforms or just uniforms available at the sex shop…EVER GO IN THERE?
No, I won’t tell you…you need to gather up your courage and check out the uniforms…if you can stop yourself from being distracted by the other stuff.
I WANT TO HEAR MORE ABOUT UNIFORMS FROM YOU…GOT A STORY?
xxxAnastasia
Cool website of hot mystery author: http://anastasiaamor.com/
I’ve got a story for you…
Read my blog and tell me your thoughts.
xxxAnastasia
Cool website of hot mystery author: http://anastasiaamor.com/
MEN IN UNIFORMS…SEXY OR NOT?
The mind boggles…I’m thinking wild crazy stuff now…Which uniforms are sexy? I can only speak for myself. I’m not into team sports…so someone else will have to tell me about that. I do have a story….
Puerto Rico…vacation and two guys sitting at the bar. I was getting hungry…for food…. but the guys weren’t just ordinary guys… one was very hot (9+) and made me forget about food. Now, here’s the thing that got me even more interested. They were wearing uniforms…pristine, white uniforms. And when Paul bought me a drink he told me they were AA pilots….my heart jumped…dinner? Of course, but I had to get changed. We hopped in a taxi and they brought me back to my bed and breakfast place and waited. I got ready and awhile later we went out to dinner. Paul told me he was the head pilot and Gary was a co-pilot (7). A pilot in control of a great, big jet….ah-hh-hhh!!! Paul’s ratings shot up to a ten….Gary wasn’t even a consideration any more.
Well, it was no surprise to Paul how excited I was. Interestingly, he told me when he met a flight attendant, he’d tell her how he was studying to be a lawyer but to women in general, he was the STUDMASTER because he was a PILOT!
WOMEN LOVE COPS…do you?
I’m not sure about that one personally, but there are plenty of stripping cop graphics. Just saw one… myspace friend R, sent it to me. Very stimulating…cop takes it all off…The thing there is…the woman gets to control the COP…THAT IS A TURN ON.
I HAVE A DETECTIVE FRIEND…he was a uniformed cop for years, but now, LADIES…he is without uniform. Can he still be a turn on? Should he be telling women he’s a COP or a DETECTIVE or is it the same?
Hey, but there are female cops, too. WHAT DO MYSPACE MEN THINK ABOUT THEM??????
NURSES AND DOCTORS….mmmm-mmmmm!!!
I went to emergency with a temperature…my examining doctor had smouldering brown eyes and a great bedside manner. I was feverish after his examination. I wasn’t sure if I could have asked for his phone number…not ethical for him but, had I met him outside the hospital…the possibilities were endless…
That’s why they have those Halloween costume uniforms or just uniforms available at the sex shop…EVER GO IN THERE?
No, I won’t tell you…you need to gather up your courage and check out the uniforms…if you can stop yourself from being distracted by the other stuff.
I WANT TO HEAR MORE ABOUT UNIFORMS FROM YOU…GOT A STORY?
xxxAnastasia
Cool website of hot mystery author: http://anastasiaamor.com/
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
APRIL FOOL’S DAY…TRICKS YOU DON’T DARE PLAY
APRIL FOOL’S DAY…TRICKS YOU DON’T DARE PLAY
I was thinking of things I WOULDN’T WANT TO HAPPEN.
1) I go to Karate and tell my Sensei I am having knee pain. He tells me to go on the bike. If I can maintain a performance of 24/whatever-cycles for ten minutes we can go on and he will teach me the sais (daggers). Of course every time I’m close to ten minutes, I feel such pain in my quads I slow down to 19/whatever-cycles. He counts slowly… three seconds and I’m still at 22/whatever-cycles. I go like mad and …by the fourth second I get back to 24. Too late he says (did he chuckle in a maniacal fashion or did I imagine that)…He tells me sternly, "Start over. You need to 24 for ten minutes. Do you think I’ll give in and let you off if you don’t?" I look at him. That man loves to cause pain. I shake my head and start over. This exercise is repeated again and again because I cannot maintain 24/whatever-cycles for 10 minutes no matter how hard I try. Each time I grow weaker. But there is no mercy in that man’s soul.
So, today I did not go to karate. Had I gone,I’m sure he would have tortured me in a strange sadistic manner not yet encountered in that class. WHEW!!! I foiled his plan and NO APRIL FOOL’S JOKE FOR ME….
2)A POSSIBLE DREADED APRIL FOOL’S SCENARIO.
I COME HOME AND FIND MY FAVOURITE CHOCOLATE HAS BEEN CONSUMED, not by me, but my someone of unknown origin…SOMEONE DISCOVERED MY VALUABLE BELGIUM CHOCOLATE STASH, RAIDED IT AND ATE EVERY PIECE OF MILK CHOCOLATE.
REVENGE:I must devise a means of murdering the guilty party without anyone suspecting.
3) ANOTHER POSSIBLE APRIL FOOL’S JOKE:
I do not live in Australia, BC, California, Orgeon, New Mexico, Latin America, UK or Australia…so….SPRING IS EVERYWHERE, EXCEPT HERE…IN NOWHERE, ONTARIO. But, a glimmer of hope….It’s been raining….piles of snow are looking grungy (the joy of spring) and shrinking…potholes have appeared everywhere…no flowers but there’s a chance… AND suddenly….IT SNOWS AGAIN….
I AM KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED TODAY…SO FAR SO GOOD.
BUT IT'S UNAVOIDABLE…
APRIL FOOL’S HAPPENS …
I delivered my offspring to the mall for her job interview…only had a few moments to kill so I trot off to the shoe repair store to have them fix up the heels of my sexy slouch boots. Till now there had been no reason to wear anything but boots and today I was wearing my quirky Diesel shoe-boots with the narrow rectangular 3+ inch heel—the best shoe-boot I’ve had in years/COMFY AND SO FASHIONABLE. So, here I am whizzing along, with a spring in my step when I step down and fail to make contact with the floor. I try it again in case I imagined this…but no…MY HEEL HAS DETACHED ITSELF.
I did make it to the shoe store, wearing my BADLY IN NEED OF REPAIR SLOUCH BOOTS but NOW
THE NEWS… ONLY Diesel can replace it because it is a dangerous repair situation. Augh!!!!! Yes, it was dangerous…..DANGEROUS TO HER HEALTH….MURDER MYSTERY AUTHOR KILLS SHOE REPAIR WOMAN! GOES ON RAMPAGE AND KILLS HER ACCESSORY IN CRIME…SHOE REPAIR MAN (who stupidly gave my shoes the death sentence)
What can I say…WHAT IS MY DEFENSE?
Here it is…MY INSANITY PLEA…
SORRY JUDGE…IT WAS APRIL FOOL’S DAY AND I WAS SUFFERING SHOE PAIN….
HAD ANY HORRENDOUS APRIL FOOL’S EXPERIENCES?
xxxAnastasia
http://AnastasiaAmor.com (this is one cool website)
I was thinking of things I WOULDN’T WANT TO HAPPEN.
1) I go to Karate and tell my Sensei I am having knee pain. He tells me to go on the bike. If I can maintain a performance of 24/whatever-cycles for ten minutes we can go on and he will teach me the sais (daggers). Of course every time I’m close to ten minutes, I feel such pain in my quads I slow down to 19/whatever-cycles. He counts slowly… three seconds and I’m still at 22/whatever-cycles. I go like mad and …by the fourth second I get back to 24. Too late he says (did he chuckle in a maniacal fashion or did I imagine that)…He tells me sternly, "Start over. You need to 24 for ten minutes. Do you think I’ll give in and let you off if you don’t?" I look at him. That man loves to cause pain. I shake my head and start over. This exercise is repeated again and again because I cannot maintain 24/whatever-cycles for 10 minutes no matter how hard I try. Each time I grow weaker. But there is no mercy in that man’s soul.
So, today I did not go to karate. Had I gone,I’m sure he would have tortured me in a strange sadistic manner not yet encountered in that class. WHEW!!! I foiled his plan and NO APRIL FOOL’S JOKE FOR ME….
2)A POSSIBLE DREADED APRIL FOOL’S SCENARIO.
I COME HOME AND FIND MY FAVOURITE CHOCOLATE HAS BEEN CONSUMED, not by me, but my someone of unknown origin…SOMEONE DISCOVERED MY VALUABLE BELGIUM CHOCOLATE STASH, RAIDED IT AND ATE EVERY PIECE OF MILK CHOCOLATE.
REVENGE:I must devise a means of murdering the guilty party without anyone suspecting.
3) ANOTHER POSSIBLE APRIL FOOL’S JOKE:
I do not live in Australia, BC, California, Orgeon, New Mexico, Latin America, UK or Australia…so….SPRING IS EVERYWHERE, EXCEPT HERE…IN NOWHERE, ONTARIO. But, a glimmer of hope….It’s been raining….piles of snow are looking grungy (the joy of spring) and shrinking…potholes have appeared everywhere…no flowers but there’s a chance… AND suddenly….IT SNOWS AGAIN….
I AM KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED TODAY…SO FAR SO GOOD.
BUT IT'S UNAVOIDABLE…
APRIL FOOL’S HAPPENS …
I delivered my offspring to the mall for her job interview…only had a few moments to kill so I trot off to the shoe repair store to have them fix up the heels of my sexy slouch boots. Till now there had been no reason to wear anything but boots and today I was wearing my quirky Diesel shoe-boots with the narrow rectangular 3+ inch heel—the best shoe-boot I’ve had in years/COMFY AND SO FASHIONABLE. So, here I am whizzing along, with a spring in my step when I step down and fail to make contact with the floor. I try it again in case I imagined this…but no…MY HEEL HAS DETACHED ITSELF.
I did make it to the shoe store, wearing my BADLY IN NEED OF REPAIR SLOUCH BOOTS but NOW
THE NEWS… ONLY Diesel can replace it because it is a dangerous repair situation. Augh!!!!! Yes, it was dangerous…..DANGEROUS TO HER HEALTH….MURDER MYSTERY AUTHOR KILLS SHOE REPAIR WOMAN! GOES ON RAMPAGE AND KILLS HER ACCESSORY IN CRIME…SHOE REPAIR MAN (who stupidly gave my shoes the death sentence)
What can I say…WHAT IS MY DEFENSE?
Here it is…MY INSANITY PLEA…
SORRY JUDGE…IT WAS APRIL FOOL’S DAY AND I WAS SUFFERING SHOE PAIN….
HAD ANY HORRENDOUS APRIL FOOL’S EXPERIENCES?
xxxAnastasia
http://AnastasiaAmor.com (this is one cool website)
Monday, March 17, 2008
SEX YES....LOVE NEVER!!
SEX??YES!!! LOVE…NEVER!
"Never?"
" NO!" he said.
“WHY NOT?” asked ANASTASIA innocently.
"Love smothers me."
"Really?" Anastasia glanced out at the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, her lips turning up ever so slightly as she thought back. "Do you want to hear a story?"
THIS BLOG IS ABOUT LOVE…NOT MARRIAGE OR LIVING TOGETHER.
One of my friends said he was not interested in LOVE. Why not I said…think you’re too old? He went on to say Love smothers you…He said if HE were IN LOVE with me he’d phone all the time and wonder about other guys.
EXCUSE ME, H, but I haven’t seen that yet.
Does that mean no one has ever been REALLY in love with me?
I got flowers, chocolates, jewellery AND love letters. One guy promised to cook something gourmet for me if I came to see him. People think I’m independent because I’ve travelled all over the globe on my own…Maybe I just didn’t have any female friends???? Is that possible? No female friends that understood me, anyway.
Once I went on a trip with my Brit boyfriend. Was that ever a mistake! Let’s say he was a mistake before we went on this vacation. When we first dated, he didn’t know how to ski, so I taught him. After his third time out, he said he skied better than I did. (That was because he was socialized to believe he had to be better than any female, especially me)
Could be his mama told him so: “Terry, remember you are the man of the house” as a young boy. OR his dad said something like: “Son, stop that sniffling, you are a MAN!
He HAD to believe he could ski better than that ditzy blonde, Anastasia.
So there I was on vacation in Puerto Rico with MR-KNOW-EVERYTHING-BETTER-BECAUSE-I’M-THE-MAN. We saw the fort and now we were ready to shop (at least I was). In the liquor store I decided I would do the customary bargaining. Terry looked askance at my vigorous bargaining technique (taught to me by my daddy). When the old Chinese guy wrapped my parcel and happily handed it to me with a smile, Terry couldn’t wait to reprimand me. He said was totally humiliated by my bourgeoisie behaviour. I said, you think I should have tried to get more off?
The final straw came when he mechanically made love, once again…Auggghhh, I had been training this guy for months but you can’t put passion into a passionless man. That did it. Mid-vacation, I blew this guy off, as far as I could, considering we were sharing a room and I headed out to find a new boyfriend for the rest of the week.
I met a guy the next morning at breakfast—very hot looking with a smooth charm. We spent the rest of the week together (I found out he knew all about passion…no instructions necessary) and it was cool, except for the time I had to introduce him to my ex-boyfriend who was still sharing my hotel room. It was like introducing your boyfriend to your father when you’re a teen. My father usually hated all my male companions—long hair disgusted him. Now, Terry, my Brit-ex, to his credit was able to stay cool and shake hands with Manni, my new lover.
AMAZING THOSE BRITS!
Is there a moral to this story? Brits lack passion…Not true…he was like the rotten apple in the basket. Some Brits steam….ooooooooooooo!!!
ITS YOUR TURN TO SPOUT OFF ABOUT LOVE…DOES IT SMOTHER?
This blog was the inspiration for my erotic novel: EXPLORING IRRESISTIBLE found on Amazon.com, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony etc
.http://www.amazon.com/Exploring-Irresistible-Anastasia-Amor/dp/0992134323/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395520139&sr=1-5&keywords=anastasia+amor
http://AnastasiaAmor.com
"Never?"
" NO!" he said.
“WHY NOT?” asked ANASTASIA innocently.
"Love smothers me."
"Really?" Anastasia glanced out at the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, her lips turning up ever so slightly as she thought back. "Do you want to hear a story?"
THIS BLOG IS ABOUT LOVE…NOT MARRIAGE OR LIVING TOGETHER.
One of my friends said he was not interested in LOVE. Why not I said…think you’re too old? He went on to say Love smothers you…He said if HE were IN LOVE with me he’d phone all the time and wonder about other guys.
EXCUSE ME, H, but I haven’t seen that yet.
Does that mean no one has ever been REALLY in love with me?
I got flowers, chocolates, jewellery AND love letters. One guy promised to cook something gourmet for me if I came to see him. People think I’m independent because I’ve travelled all over the globe on my own…Maybe I just didn’t have any female friends???? Is that possible? No female friends that understood me, anyway.
Once I went on a trip with my Brit boyfriend. Was that ever a mistake! Let’s say he was a mistake before we went on this vacation. When we first dated, he didn’t know how to ski, so I taught him. After his third time out, he said he skied better than I did. (That was because he was socialized to believe he had to be better than any female, especially me)
Could be his mama told him so: “Terry, remember you are the man of the house” as a young boy. OR his dad said something like: “Son, stop that sniffling, you are a MAN!
He HAD to believe he could ski better than that ditzy blonde, Anastasia.
So there I was on vacation in Puerto Rico with MR-KNOW-EVERYTHING-BETTER-BECAUSE-I’M-THE-MAN. We saw the fort and now we were ready to shop (at least I was). In the liquor store I decided I would do the customary bargaining. Terry looked askance at my vigorous bargaining technique (taught to me by my daddy). When the old Chinese guy wrapped my parcel and happily handed it to me with a smile, Terry couldn’t wait to reprimand me. He said was totally humiliated by my bourgeoisie behaviour. I said, you think I should have tried to get more off?
The final straw came when he mechanically made love, once again…Auggghhh, I had been training this guy for months but you can’t put passion into a passionless man. That did it. Mid-vacation, I blew this guy off, as far as I could, considering we were sharing a room and I headed out to find a new boyfriend for the rest of the week.
I met a guy the next morning at breakfast—very hot looking with a smooth charm. We spent the rest of the week together (I found out he knew all about passion…no instructions necessary) and it was cool, except for the time I had to introduce him to my ex-boyfriend who was still sharing my hotel room. It was like introducing your boyfriend to your father when you’re a teen. My father usually hated all my male companions—long hair disgusted him. Now, Terry, my Brit-ex, to his credit was able to stay cool and shake hands with Manni, my new lover.
AMAZING THOSE BRITS!
Is there a moral to this story? Brits lack passion…Not true…he was like the rotten apple in the basket. Some Brits steam….ooooooooooooo!!!
ITS YOUR TURN TO SPOUT OFF ABOUT LOVE…DOES IT SMOTHER?
This blog was the inspiration for my erotic novel: EXPLORING IRRESISTIBLE found on Amazon.com, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony etc
.http://www.amazon.com/Exploring-Irresistible-Anastasia-Amor/dp/0992134323/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395520139&sr=1-5&keywords=anastasia+amor
http://AnastasiaAmor.com
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