♦ Yes, it is just a little late to welcome in the first month of 2009, I know. But I just found some pretty cool pictures online of some old erotic calendars and so I’ve decided I’m going to be putting up a picture of that month at the beginning of each month.

I’ll be alternating between at least two calendars largely because they had some odd ideas at times in those days. No separation of fetishes it seems. Most of the pictures are fine but then slipped in there somewhere I’ve so far found pissing, poop, farting out a lit candle and wanking off a bull. Yes. No, I don’t know either.

Anyway, I can promise only the pretty safe ones from me. Here’s our first month:

Luckily, for those of you who don’t speak French, I do, so I’ll have a bash at a translation. It’s old stuff mind, and lyrics, so don’t be surprised if I slip up somewhere! Also I can’t make it rhyme, I refuse to try. :P

The Sleigh

Tune: ‘Des folies d’Espagne’

For two lovers favoured by Love

All places and all times are good

Their active senses that Love’s flame electrifies

Know how to brave winter and its icicles

This also seems a fairly decent time to mention some of the antics of New Year’s Eve. We went to a house party, and somehow I seem to have acquired (through no fault of my own I assure you!) a reputation among our friends as a bit of a party troublemaker, in a good way. Known for causing or inspiring cheekiness, flirting and general horseplay.

I’m pretty open about the bisexuality and my sex-friendly kinkitude. Perhaps this is why I tend to get a certain amount of… attention at times. I mean, I’m not a bad looker, but that can’t really account for all of it, so I figure it’s part of that aura that sexually liberal people can give off.

In previous parties just about everyone in the room has ended up feeling my breasts at one point, my cleavage has been written on in marker and one friend of ours cheekily lifted me up and put his hand up my skirt. I of course don’t mind, and in fact secretly enjoy, such fun. Perhaps that’s why it persists :)

Anyway, as this New Year’s party got drunker and inhibitions lowered I ended up with two different guys on my lap at some point and then I sat on the lap of a guy I have a pretty big crush on (Fractal knows, by the way and tells me to go for it ;)). For simplicity’s sake I’ll call him Crush.

Me and Crush have a fairly school playground approach to flirting and banter, the typical antagonism and one-up-manship. It’s great fun. I guess you could say we flirt quite often but since he does that with most girls I never really thought much of it.

Until (and I don’t quite remember exact details, thanks to drink) he ended up teasing me and I guess he must have been daring me because he suddenly, and I swear this is true, asked me if I wanted to fuck him.

Thanks to the schoolyard antagonism I immediately, without thinking, answered: “No”. Just an automatic contrary response, banter. Then I realised what I’d said and how much of a lie it was.

“I don’t know why I just said that.” I followed.

Maybe a minute later he lowered the stakes to ask if I wanted to ’snog’.

“If you like”, I said, still unwilling to exactly show my cards.

Seeing neither of us was going to take the first step I then said “go on then”.

And he did. Tongues and all! It wasn’t exactly perfect, a bit clumsy and teeth-bashy, but we were both drunk and it was in a room full of people (including Fractal) so it’s no wonder. It was still totally hot. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.

It’s only been mentioned since in sort of coy banter kind of way, not directly. Though he did joke that all I’d have to do seduce him was try hard. I just wish I had any clue how to seduce! Any advice for me, dear readers?

Anyway, that done and dusted someone suggested strip poker and several of us agreed, including me. Luckily before it got too far the hosts got too sleepy and kicked us out. Which was handy since I was losing and was sat in a room full of guys in my jeans and my bra. And I used to be such a nice girl, I swear!

The guy next to me thought I was single and asked me to stay the night but, although Fractal would almost certainly have been fine with it, he wasn’t really my type and I didn’t feel right about it.

Then we all left!

What a goddamn crazy night! Crazier than normal! Two guys hitting on me, Crush probably doing so too, a kiss and strip poker! It was a great night actually, and not just because I felt like some kind of sex idol, Fractal and I both had really great fun catching up and chatting with everyone.

And now the situation with Crush is certainly…interesting…♦