Nadya gets straight - Nadya gets lonely part 2
Article published on Tue Jun 19, 2012 by indieberlin.de
..This is not to say that I am blame-free, as for many years I decided that living like a rock star was the best way to go--seeing as I had failed to legitimately become one--and that getting shitfaced and having loads of carefree sex was a worthwhile lifestyle to pursue. I had fun, I most certainly did, but ending up in a Costa Rican hospital with the beginnings of alcoholic hepatitis was not something I had ever foreseen despite my unspeakable, shameful, lethal, eventually-drinking-on-the-job habit. By the time I returned to Canada and admitted myself to the live-in detox centre, I felt like a used-up whore and a drunk, and that’s because I kind of was.>>follow the article
Nadya says goodbye
Article published on Wed May 30, 2012 by indieberlin.de
Unfortunately, my presence ultimately had no great effect on him. I suppose it was naive of me to want to “fix” him in a short time, or at least help him reconnect with himself. It didn’t work. Sex actually became secondary to what I felt was going to be a more meaningful friendship. I tried nurturing him and taking care of him. I cooked great food for him, made his tea whenever he wanted it, talked him through anything that was on his mind, encouraged him to go out for day trips to get him out of his blasted office, stayed out of his hair when he was working. I suppose, ultimately, that Joe has been so accustomed to surface-level relationships and women who mainly hover in the background, because none of it seemed to impact him.>>follow the article
Nadya Unsatisfied
Article published on Tue May 29, 2012 by indieberlin.de
Our sex life was mostly centered around his pleasure, and was not particularly satisfying. If it started getting truly sexy, he would suddenly finish. I did my damndest to move away from the now-hoary “Daddy” and “good little girl” talk, feeling that after a week of my non-stop presence we would be a bit more sexually connected than that. We were actually growing close as friends, and the amount of counselling I administered to him during the days would have cost him thousands of dollars with a professional. Why not grow close to me? Why not be normal about this? Why not care about the fact that he was getting the privilege of shtupping a hot piece like myself, instead of turning me into an object of his pleasure only?>>follow the article
Nadya starts to wonder
Article published on Mon May 28, 2012 by indieberlin.de
Around this time I started to see signs that Joe’s mind was far, far more complex and disturbed than I ever anticipated. Nothing in our days of online chatting had prepared me for how he actually was in person...not that IMing can tell you anything about anyone, really. I started seeing indications of gigantic mood swings, temper tantrums, detachment, crassness, narcissism, as well as a shocking indication that he never really paid close attention to those closest to him. The ex-girlfriend--whom he had been with for ten years--sounded like a cipher by his description, but it actually seems as though he never really bothered to get to know her deeply, and vice versa. He could not understand why she had just walked out on him. >>follow the article
Nadya sorted for cigarettes and fizzy water
Article published on Sat May 26, 2012 by indieberlin.de
I understood that it had been a few months since he’d lain his paws on a woman (a long story here, and a legitimate one), so I allowed him free access. I pushed aside any feelings of discomfort by reminding myself that I was here with a rock legend, and that sex was part of the reason I had flown out here. We seemed to be getting along well, so that was important.>>follow the article
Nadya takes a bath
Article published on Fri May 25, 2012 by indieberlin.de
Right on cue, I saw a small, black-clad man stalking in my direction. He was much shorter than I expected (“How tall are you?” I had asked him over the phone. “Just under six feet,” was his reply. Not a lie, but he couldn’t have been more than five feet eight), with short grey hair and a serious expression on his face. He was thin and somewhat frail-looking, even in his leather jacket and boots. The outfit didn’t seem to suit his appearance; it looked as though he was adhering to some past style that he had long outgrown, but felt compelled to stick to because of his career, reputation, and direct link to rock & roll.
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Nadya Boards a Plane
Article published on Thu May 24, 2012 by indieberlin.de
After he gazed at my photos and made me type out nasty things to him until he came, he disappeared from our chat for at least ten minutes. This alarmed me, as I wondered if this was some kind of foreshadowing of what to expect when I flew out there and allowed him to have his 56-year old way with me. I mentioned this to him, and he said, “Oh please. You might decide you hate me. At the very least, you can help me edit my autobiography.” Reassured, I began packing.>>follow the article
Nadya takes a leap of faith
Article published on Tue May 22, 2012 by indieberlin.de
When we last left off, I was busy taking dirty pictures of myself to procure a plane ticket to Boston. Some might call that a mild form of prostitution. I thought of it as a business exchange. Never mind the fact that he had said “I want to see what I’m getting” followed up with the words “ha, ha”--his intentions were fairly sexual, and I knew this. My curiosity was overwhelming me, however, and if his carnal ramblings were any indication, I was about to experience a king’s ransom in elevated sexual activity with this genital-fixated wordsmith. >>follow the article
The Writer: Episode Two - Further Adventures of Nadya, daring international sex adventuress
Article published on Thu May 3, 2012 by indieberlin.de
Wherein our heroine engages in talk of the engorged, and accepts an offer that other ladies of more reasonable virtue would politely decline -
...Before I continue on with how I gave Joe my number, I forgot to mention that as soon as our phone conversation took a turn down a smutty lane, he had asked for my email address and--wasting no time whatsoever--sent me two dirty pictures. >>follow the article
indiesex ist gespannt aufs erotische Seminar von "Lust auf Lust"
Article published on Wed May 2, 2012 by indieberlin.de
Am 12. und 13. Mai startet das erste Wochenendseminar des Instituts für erotisches Selbstbewusstsein "Mit allen Sinnen EWA". Das Seminar ist von Frauen für Frauen gemacht und nach dem Motto "Lust auf Lust" gehts darum in verschiedenen Modulen Erotik, wieder, neu und oder anders zu entdecken. Eine Burlesque-Künstlerin zeigt beispielsweise, wie man erotisches Selbstbewusstsein und Sexyness durch Körperhaltung und ein paar wirkungsvolle Bewegungen bekommt. Eine Prostituierte beantwortet Fragen zur „Technik“. Die Besitzerin eines stilvollen Erotikladens führt Spielzeuge und andere Lustmacher vor. Wie man mit wenigen sinnlichen Zutaten ein Essen für sich und seinen Partner zu einem lustvollen Erlebnis machen kann, soll ebenso Thema sein wie die Suche nach der eigenen erotischen Sprache.>>follow the article
