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A few days ago I made ​​a question which I addressed to men who are around me. Questions that make them sometimes have imagined myself.

Perhaps the taboo that is rarely a question asked by the girls Indonesia, but I’m not such an innocent Indonesian girl or felt uncomfortable with the subject which we will discuss.

Perhaps the reader can already guess what subject I will discuss in this article. Yes, the subject of sex. So many interesting things that we can make the object related issues about sex.

On this occasion I will discuss about the wild fantasies of men. I ask this question to all men, but almost all the men who answered was not a man from Indonesia rather foreign men. Indonesian man might still feel shy and their minds are still a little closed, in contrast to foreign men who open their minds. I am an open person and never feel shy to discuss sex.

So, what is often imagined by the men, especially in love ..

most men that I asked, they usually use me as the object of their fantasies. But somehow I do not blame.

Well we start telling their fantasies;

Start with the simple one and still make sense. Some of them love to have a sex in public area. I have once public sex but it was in park and at night.. i guess no one see us. hope so… (someone inToulouse.. I miss to play with you).

I also watched the porn movie about public disgrace but i depends public disgrace without being slave or being slave. Yes, it depends on you…. i have never tried be a slave, even some guys asked me about it.

The other fantasy is bondage, ugh I want to do this but always afraid with it or may be i don’t have any partner who wants to do that, no worry about that I will find later. For somehow, I don’t like have a pain in or on my body, I do not like that very torture.

So what’s the next, yes 3some or may be like gang bang. Definitely it’s not my choice for gang bang, never has the fantasy or even imagine it. But might be the three some is ok.. because still fresh in my memory, I want to do 3some with a someone who works in restaurant in Nancy, where I lived before. May be if I have other chance to meet him again.. 😉

Next, exchange couple. Actually I don’t like this one. I am sorry, but for some people love to do this.

May be I will share some experience if I already done that.. or may be not.


Ti amo mio amore

I just fall in love with this song belo.w as same as I fall in love with my new guy.


Mirabelle, mûre, banane, pruneaux, Reine-Claude, myrtille, Quetsche

May be you don’t understand why I wrote some fruits as my title. Well, those fruits are the fruits that my love used to make the home made jam. I like home mad jam because the taste is different with the jam that sell in the store.

Ok, it’s my 1st time to make a jam, even every Ramadhan I make pineapple jam (the filling for nastar :lol:) but this time is different, different because my love who made it.

Let’s start to make them.

So, what you need to make home made jam:

1st. Of course the main ingredient – the fruit. For the moment the free fruits (Fruits that my love get for free) are Mirabelle, Mure, Quetsche, pruneaux. Those fruits are wild fruits so it’s free… 🙂

2nd. Sugar – you need this because sometime the fruit is still raw and the taste is still sour but if the fruit already mature and the taste is very sweet, you don’t need to add some sugar.

3rd. Pectine –  this ingredient is using to make jelly in jam… (if you need) but you must be carefull with the pectine, because this thing will give the acid in your jam.

Those are the ingredients that you need to make home made jam.

Now, how to make the home made jam:

For mirabelle and reine claude, You need to separate the seeds from the flesh of the fruit before cooking but for plums, should be separated when cooked or during the cooking process with the aim that the pectin contained in the seed can come out. The same thing done for the blackberry but for the blackberry, it is filtered because blackberries seeds are too small as sesame.

Add some sugar – if you need. After that you must cook them until they are ready. That’s it. So easy .



Wanna Try?? 😉



I love mommy

When you were inside your mom’s tummy, your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her, and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.

When you were 1 year old, your mom celebrated the first birthday of you, you thanked her by crying all day long.

When you were 2 years old, your mom started teaching you how to talk, you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.

When you were 3 years old, your mom brought you to the park, you thanked her by running around the pond and chasing the ducks.

When you were 4 years old, your mom bought you some toys, you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.

When you were 5 years old, your mom bought you a story book and read it to you, you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.

When you were 6 years old, your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends, but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.

When you were 7 years old, your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school, you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.

When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream, you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons, you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another, you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies, you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows, you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming, you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp, you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug, you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car, you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, she was expecting an important call, you thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation, you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART..