<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555</id><updated>2012-01-16T05:19:58.175+01:00</updated><category term='Life of Doris'/><category term='SecondLife'/><category term='Life of Jessica'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='Visualization'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Life of Ayaka'/><category term='Teaching Leandra'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='One Night Stand'/><category term='Life of Cerapho'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Escorts'/><category term='Life of Katsu'/><category term='Cute Boys'/><category term='Partner (4th) - Robert'/><category term='Life of Aron'/><category term='Partner (6th) - Mariane'/><category term='Life of Nikki'/><category term='Being Naked'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Bisexuality'/><category term='Partner (7th) - Raphael'/><category term='Life of Bina'/><category term='Life of Miriam'/><category term='Jealousy'/><category term='Blowjob'/><category term='University'/><category term='Partner (5th) - Nadja'/><category term='Cute Girls'/><category term='Partner (8th) - Angelica'/><category term='Orgy'/><category term='Being Horny'/><category term='Being Nasty'/><category term='Life of Nadja'/><category term='Vanilla'/><category term='Partner (3rd) - Ralph'/><category term='Life of Leandra'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='My Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Josephine's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It is my life's story. It is the story of a horny little bisexual nymph who plans to experience every sexual chance she gets. Read it, mail me, and have fun (with yourself) reading my blog. For me, this is a kind of extreme exhibitionism.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>531</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5169037169574398604</id><published>2011-11-27T09:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:33:50.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boys'/><title type='text'>The luck is with me</title><content type='html'>I found a guy for my life. Finally. I was introduced to &amp;nbsp;him by the couple which I was escorting a while ago. He is a German business guy who works in London. He is 35 years old, handsome, tall, and has a great sense of humor. He is rich (;-)) and was just divorced from a&amp;nbsp;Russian&amp;nbsp;model. He is too perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to the sack it is even better. His cock is the most beautiful I can remember (at least that is my current opinion), he is well equipped (having the 20cm x 6cm I always love to have) and is a &amp;nbsp;totally amazing fuck. We are together now for three weekend and most of the time we not spent in restaurant we are in my bed. And that is how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;We already have done the talk about our sexual freedoms. We agreed that we have the liberty to meet other people for sexual fun (he has an affair in London and you should know me by now). I just require him to always wear a condom with other girls. We will do an HIV test so we can get rid of the plastic soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5169037169574398604?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5169037169574398604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5169037169574398604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5169037169574398604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5169037169574398604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/11/luck-is-with-me.html' title='The luck is with me'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2049555360982083930</id><published>2011-11-08T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:12:02.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Oslo</title><content type='html'>Last week I was in Oslo. I was there for a customer meeting and additionally a training. Well, that was fun. The training was ridicolous. It was boring, not good, and a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the evening I met one of the guys from the Training at the hotel's bar. It was so fun and after two cocktails I told him to meet me in the Spa. I have to add here: This guy was a married American. In Oslo. And I think he did realize that Saunas are different around the world when he saw me naked in the relaxing area. Well, that was hell of a fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from Berlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2049555360982083930?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2049555360982083930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2049555360982083930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2049555360982083930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2049555360982083930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/11/oslo.html' title='Oslo'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-409227540409264661</id><published>2011-10-05T08:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:21:25.128+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>My ass</title><content type='html'>Today I have to tell you two stories about my add and one about my piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you remember. I earned once money with my ass. Literally! I did a modelling job with focus on my ass. On Friday the photographer called again and asked if I am still in business. But I declined. Modelling is a nice ego trip but too much work for too less income.&lt;br /&gt;The second story with my ass happened on Monday. As it was a public holiday a group of friends and me went to the alps for a hike. On the way back the train was crowded and we had six places for seven people. I told the two single guys to let me sit in between or on their lap. It was funny and we made some fun about it. When you remember the last girl you had no sex with sitting on your lap. I told them that I do not care as long as they do not expect something. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piercing story is easy. I gave a party and I had to change my dress. And I forgot that someone could stand on my roof deck while me changing. When I came back he told me: "I did not know you have piercings". And by now you should know where my piercings are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-409227540409264661?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/409227540409264661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=409227540409264661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/409227540409264661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/409227540409264661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-ass.html' title='My ass'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-369316781699839384</id><published>2011-09-27T08:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:10:33.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Skirt season is over for me</title><content type='html'>I was just biking to my work. In a skirt with 10C outside. Freaking cold. Anyway thanks for your nice words after my splitup with Miriam. I have not expected something else. She was nice but too complicated with her life. But next I try a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any news? No Bina is still having fun with her boy. But something changed. She stopped seeing another guy and now they even watch movies together. I will ask him what is up with his girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-369316781699839384?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/369316781699839384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=369316781699839384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/369316781699839384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/369316781699839384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/09/skirt-season-is-over-for-me.html' title='Skirt season is over for me'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1231758838685465154</id><published>2011-08-05T17:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:33:21.806+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Miriam'/><title type='text'>Another month happened</title><content type='html'>Miriam left me. Another girl who is not staying with me. She is back with her ex ... and obviously both have good sex. At least that is what she tells me ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bina is now trying to find another guy. She is still splitting her legs for the boy of the house but now much more often. Now i can hear them every evening when he is not seeing his girl in her bedroom. He sounds like a hot fuck. I have to ask Bina if i can get him for a night ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I am happy. I had some pleasent business trips with some sexual intercourse. Nothing really to mentioned ... but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw:: I am really enjoying skirt season ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1231758838685465154?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1231758838685465154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1231758838685465154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1231758838685465154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1231758838685465154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-month-happened.html' title='Another month happened'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8037179076798180874</id><published>2011-07-01T16:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:15:29.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Sunburn</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I was laying in the sun for four hours. In the afternoon. I was alone, I was tired and I started to sleep. When Bina woke me up, I was red. And since then, I only wear the most light summer dresses I have. Funny enough, the shadow protected my face and later my tits .... but below .... everything is burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8037179076798180874?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8037179076798180874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8037179076798180874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8037179076798180874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8037179076798180874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunburn.html' title='Sunburn'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6359647591838167556</id><published>2011-06-27T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:37:33.958+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A little theory</title><content type='html'>I love blowjobs. That is no secret. I love them even when I just give them and masturbate while doing it. It never came to my mind that this is strange. A while ago I met a girl in the airplane. She was 23 and we sat next to each other in business class. After a while we found out that sex was a nice chatting topic and so we had a 14 hour sex chat marathon. It was cool, we whispered and giggled the whole time. And one topic was that we share the idea that giving head without getting anything in return from the guys is okay. And she had a theory which I totally support.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Sex = Intimicy + Orgasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orgasm: For good sex you need to have the finishing end .... and the whole preparation for it. But that I knew before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intimicy: Having a cock in mouth is something very intimate for me. I enjoy it. I also enjoy being naked in front of others. I also enjoy having a cock penetrated in me. I also enjoy seeing other people while sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy that &amp;nbsp;this intimicy is broken. The more brutal the better (or just another one night stand).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is very well describing my sexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6359647591838167556?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6359647591838167556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6359647591838167556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6359647591838167556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6359647591838167556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-theory.html' title='A little theory'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3812693976204381765</id><published>2011-05-31T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:52:38.560+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Miriam'/><title type='text'>Miriam still standing</title><content type='html'>She is gorgeous ... she is struggling ... but she will make it. A lot happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to her parents (an american manager and his wife working in Munich) which do not accept me very well. I had a talk with her father in private. He told me that he considered that as a temporary thing and while accepting bisexuality and our age difference (ten years) he nevertheless dislike it. That front will take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced her to Cerapho's cock. I blindfolded her and we had a threesome with a surprise cock ;). I fucked her with a strapon first and suddenly we exchanged it for real meat. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bina brought her fuckbuddy up into the flat ;) .... Miriam was so confused to see her with him and her wannabe boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3812693976204381765?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3812693976204381765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3812693976204381765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3812693976204381765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3812693976204381765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/05/miriam-still-standing.html' title='Miriam still standing'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2986564432886089134</id><published>2011-04-13T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:45:04.340+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Miriam'/><title type='text'>Miriam is cheating</title><content type='html'>Miriam did her ex boyfriend recently. She was so ashamed. She had not had a cock for a while .... so I was not astonished. She tried to quit to cocks .... but I do not think she will make it. But I let her in her dream and enjoy her struggling ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bina has now something like a boyfriend.... but I think she is doing her sex game on him again ... not really sure ... but maybe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2986564432886089134?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2986564432886089134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2986564432886089134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2986564432886089134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2986564432886089134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/04/miriam-is-cheating.html' title='Miriam is cheating'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6708773491549309441</id><published>2011-04-03T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:13:53.573+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Roof-deck nudism</title><content type='html'>Today was so warm so Bina and me decided to enjoy the sun. Miriam came later and without hesitation she dropped her clothes. What a fun. Three girls, naked and the glorios yellow sun. What a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6708773491549309441?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6708773491549309441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6708773491549309441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6708773491549309441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6708773491549309441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/04/roof-deck-nudism.html' title='Roof-deck nudism'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1591374447377485241</id><published>2011-03-10T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:44:00.953+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Miriam'/><title type='text'>Miriam</title><content type='html'>I named her Miriam. We met like every day last week. She told me that she is planning to split up with her boyfriend. When I replied that she should not be that fast because I am not in love that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy her attitude. She is a little exhibitionist and bored from her conservative boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I am confused about my sexuality. I am no longer that nymphomanic as before. Still the most fun I have when I have sex with someone I have not had sex before but it is no longer that I require sex every single day. Miriam is fitting nice in that. She comes and drive me into adventures. Summer will be fun with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will come in a few minutes ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1591374447377485241?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1591374447377485241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1591374447377485241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1591374447377485241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1591374447377485241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/03/miriam.html' title='Miriam'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-9043034781710512816</id><published>2011-02-25T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:03:27.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Girls'/><title type='text'>Telling you a little love story ;)</title><content type='html'>Well ... the other day Bina made her first party. That was an interesting crowd. Very alternative style but nevertheless a lot of very interesting and attractive people. I met a couple there. Two very attractive people, him 25 and her 20. He from the UK and her from the US. Well we made a lot of jokes and while his attention left soon, hers was totally focused on me. It was a nice chat with her. She was older in mind than I expected and we had a beautiful chat about life. But what I realized soon and what she maybe not even realized that moment: She wanted sex with me. All signs there, she touched me, she played with her hair, she stared at my tits and just had this face of total love. I knew it and made her life hell. Later when they left, i kissed her cheek goodbye and whispered into her ear to come over the next day.&lt;br /&gt;And she came. And the first thing she did was giving me a kiss. And we had sex. And it was the best lesbian sex in years. And it was her second time with a woman ever.&lt;br /&gt;It ended up that she told me that she is loving me. Well ... i am not that fast .... but I want to see her again. So we met again, and again, and again, and again, ... and it is really fun. She is good in bed, she is nice with people, she is happy about the world and gorgeous to me. And she is a hottie. She has C cups on a zero size jeans with a slim belly and a nice ass. And you know... on my question if she mind that I have sex with guys she answered: Can we also do threesomes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-9043034781710512816?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/9043034781710512816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=9043034781710512816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9043034781710512816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9043034781710512816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/02/telling-you-little-love-story.html' title='Telling you a little love story ;)'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3930741173827392928</id><published>2011-01-28T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:42:50.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>Escort Couple Update</title><content type='html'>A little update on the little escort in me: I am no longer get paid for sex.We stopped that. I have not fucked him for the last four month and their adopted baby is consuming all their time. It is fine for me. I have had a real good time with them, I had so much fun, they paid me a huge amount of money and it is time for me to finish that part of my life. They told me that they will definately take me to their holidays in the next years and I am still her best shopping advisor. So we will have a lot of contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3930741173827392928?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3930741173827392928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3930741173827392928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3930741173827392928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3930741173827392928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/01/escort-couple-update.html' title='Escort Couple Update'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6016097069674665158</id><published>2011-01-28T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:13:10.886+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A little teaser for you ;)</title><content type='html'>Remember my flat mate Bina. The girl who date guys and let them wait endless for a fuck or do not fuck at all. Well recently i discovered a nice thing about her. In the center of the night, i head the noise of her leaving the house. Like 3 something. Well I was curios and jumped into my pants and ran behind her. She was leaving the house during nights pretty often recently and comes back very fast. Anyway, I was taking the lift down in the hall and just started to leave the house to look for her when I saw the fresh snow outside. No footsteps. Well in the house there are only old people except this guy I mentioned before. Remember. Well I knew where to search: Downstairs in the wellness area. And there I found them. Her against a column and him fucking her from behind. Remember: This guy is maybe 20 or 21 and has a girlfriend other than Bina. And Bina knows from me.&lt;br /&gt;I left them alone, unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I told her at the breakfast table or better I asked her how the neighbour is. She was ashamed but told me that they have already fucked for five months. I asked her why she was dating and not let the guys fucking her. She replied that she wanted to find the right one but still need someone to take the pressure of her.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so much that morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6016097069674665158?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6016097069674665158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6016097069674665158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6016097069674665158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6016097069674665158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-teaser-for-you.html' title='A little teaser for you ;)'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6237299508618345075</id><published>2011-01-26T18:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:37:37.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ... in year 2011</title><content type='html'>I have some storries to tell .. but no time to do it .. I will update you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6237299508618345075?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6237299508618345075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6237299508618345075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6237299508618345075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6237299508618345075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-in-year-2011.html' title='Hi ... in year 2011'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1313671001502857143</id><published>2010-12-08T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:45:25.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>First trip this weekend....</title><content type='html'>I will fly on friday morning to Jamaica. Business Class. No other tickets available. ;) I come back on early tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp;The resort is a small hotel with 20 rooms. I am really looking forward if this is a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do or not to fuck a Jamaician? Interesting question right? I tend to not do it. I will tease them to dead but leave them alone with their cocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1313671001502857143?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1313671001502857143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1313671001502857143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1313671001502857143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1313671001502857143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-trip-this-weekend.html' title='First trip this weekend....'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8799830584250778787</id><published>2010-12-02T10:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:00:08.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Nudist resorts</title><content type='html'>My boss at the hotel testing company asked me if I would test nudist resorts. Hell yes ;). Well, he asked me to test 5 locations in the carrebean sea during december. Tough schedule, but he misses data for his magazine in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8799830584250778787?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8799830584250778787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8799830584250778787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8799830584250778787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8799830584250778787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/12/nudist-resorts.html' title='Nudist resorts'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-4147958470792602023</id><published>2010-11-26T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:40:03.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Okay ... Bina knows</title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday night, Bina and I talked. She was not happy about having a blog about her life without her knowing her ... but she was actually very interested and happy with the blog overall. She read it completely, and said, now she understands me better. She also agreed and allowed me to continue writing about her and not at all requested me to change something. She consider this blog as a kind of art. Art ;). Pornography is the better term for lengthly parts ;). Anyway, I will continue writing, and Bina will read it from while to while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she liked the name I gave her ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-4147958470792602023?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/4147958470792602023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=4147958470792602023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4147958470792602023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4147958470792602023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-bina-knows.html' title='Okay ... Bina knows'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3086858688836255703</id><published>2010-11-24T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:11:00.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Bina knows ...</title><content type='html'>Crap, crap, crap, .... Cerapho made a mistake. He mentioned my blog while Bina was around. Now she knows ... and will probably read it. She will be angry and will kill me. When this is the last blog ... you know what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3086858688836255703?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3086858688836255703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3086858688836255703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3086858688836255703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3086858688836255703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/11/bina-knows.html' title='Bina knows ...'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-874874671302286301</id><published>2010-11-05T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:47:46.242+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>The fun of slapping</title><content type='html'>I was dancing last night. Someone passed by and grapped my ass. Well my dear readers ... you know I am not shy. When somebody rubs his body to mine or "accidently" touch me somewhere. I love to present my body and when somebody stares at it or want to get in touch with it ... I do not care. But yesterday, it was different. I was wearing a short dress, nothing below and this guy grapped my ass exactly at the line between the fabric and the skin. And guess what, his finger was like two or three centimeters away from my bare pussy.Well, that was not okay, so I turned to him and slapped him.&lt;br /&gt;Well he ran away, but for me it was not yet over. I was suddenly excited. I am so amazed that this slap was that much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-874874671302286301?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/874874671302286301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=874874671302286301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/874874671302286301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/874874671302286301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-of-slapping.html' title='The fun of slapping'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5629926866585254283</id><published>2010-10-29T10:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:18:59.242+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>I am so ashamed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was sitting in an ICE train from Berlin to Munich. Well, I got horny, and around Frankfurt I started to call people. I called my five favourites, no one was available. I was really horny and started to be a little bit nervous, moving around on the chair, and suddenly the guy next to me asked me: "Are you looking for sex?" Well he was part of the reason why I was looking for sex: He was handsame and looked very experienced for his young age. My plain answer was a gulp and a "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;What happened next, was a petting session for close of an hour. We pretended to be a couple, his jacket over our laps and in reality his hand deep between my legs. In Munich we fucked the whole night. I called my boss that I am sick today ;). He is now in the shower ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5629926866585254283?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5629926866585254283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5629926866585254283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5629926866585254283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5629926866585254283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-so-ashamed.html' title='I am so ashamed'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-4935740357827014391</id><published>2010-10-07T20:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:20:50.486+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Bina little adventure</title><content type='html'>Bina had a one night stand yesterday and is very unhappy about it. She was drunk and fucked someone she never planned to ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will learn one day that planning sex is the most stupid thing she can do ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-4935740357827014391?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/4935740357827014391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=4935740357827014391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4935740357827014391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4935740357827014391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/10/bina-little-adventure.html' title='Bina little adventure'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-7800692845411392955</id><published>2010-09-23T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:21:37.762+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>News from my last week</title><content type='html'>So far this week was ... interesting .... Interesting for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday and Sunday I was in an hotel in south france. I was there alone and wrote my test report ;) and had fun. After I checked in I was waiting at the elevator. A guy was waiting next to me, checking my breasts all the time. Something I like sometimes. And on saturday even a bit more ;). When we stood in the lift I said: "You enjoy my tits?" ... and I hoped so much for the right answer. "Yes" he said and that was the right answer. I said "Good" ... waited till the door opened for me and said: "5 minutes, you and a condom in my room". Well was fine sex. Later the night I meet a girl in the spa which was a personal assistant to a music group who also stayed here. What she told me about her group ... wow. She staid at my bed that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday I was on the Oktoberfest having a good time. This year after many years again my tits went out while I was dancing on a bench. What a party. I do not remember anymore how I met the guy withi whom I woke up the next day, but I think he was a good choice ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-7800692845411392955?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/7800692845411392955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=7800692845411392955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7800692845411392955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7800692845411392955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/09/news-from-my-last-week.html' title='News from my last week'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6917628294171958935</id><published>2010-08-22T17:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:41:13.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Okay okay</title><content type='html'>Bina is a big topic among you readers. Well, she is still with the guy. Still. After the last time&amp;nbsp;she does not have sex with him. She told me that she wants to know if he is with her just for the sex or because of her. She teases him so cruelly. She is beautiful and let him watch her getting dressed but do not let him touch her. Sometimes when he waits for her and looks at me - and I know how a guy looks who wants into my pants - I am so much sorry for him. I mean a guy who can fuck a girl like her would not look at me. Bina told me that she will look for someone else soon. She does not like the steering of him when she changes. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it will be a tough time to convince her of my style of being a girl ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6917628294171958935?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6917628294171958935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6917628294171958935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6917628294171958935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6917628294171958935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay-okay.html' title='Okay okay'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8652778890909619071</id><published>2010-08-11T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:55:25.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>The hotel job</title><content type='html'>Well the hotel job is really cool. It was a small hotel in switzerland for upper class people. The hotel was totally spa like and had about 50 guests. Very nice outlook from the hotel to the alps. Anyway, the hotel was fine and the people also.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I could rate my room at night ... I was not there but with a couple ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8652778890909619071?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8652778890909619071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8652778890909619071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8652778890909619071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8652778890909619071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/08/hotel-job.html' title='The hotel job'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8524477741822805584</id><published>2010-08-06T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:42:41.350+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Running Skirt</title><content type='html'>I bought last monday a running skirt and desperately wanted to try. Today I ran for the first time with it ... despite this horrible weather. Not bad ... but the weather was too bad to do it the real way ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, that... tomorrow to sunday I will do my first hotel tester job. In a place in switzerland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8524477741822805584?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8524477741822805584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8524477741822805584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8524477741822805584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8524477741822805584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-skirt.html' title='Running Skirt'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6039285891501773864</id><published>2010-07-27T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:46:22.058+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>I got an amazing job offer</title><content type='html'>I got a great job offer today. Luxurious Hotel Tester! I got the offer over the couple I occasionally meet. A friend of them is doing an internet platform for this specialized market. He said that if I accept i will have like one or two jobs a month, often just the weekend. And - as there are often couple hotels&amp;nbsp;- I can take someone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so cool. I just think about the fact, that my reguar job is not getting problematic due to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6039285891501773864?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6039285891501773864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6039285891501773864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6039285891501773864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6039285891501773864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-amazing-job-offer.html' title='I got an amazing job offer'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8766697138465011766</id><published>2010-07-22T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:55:54.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Binas Boy</title><content type='html'>Finally, Bina fucked him. She let him wait endless. Anyway, we talked at the breakfast table today and she is happy with him - regarding sex. I am looking forward how long she will stay with him or how she will torture him next ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8766697138465011766?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8766697138465011766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8766697138465011766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8766697138465011766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8766697138465011766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/07/binas-boy.html' title='Binas Boy'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6319686679380058725</id><published>2010-07-02T18:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:22:59.310+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Sunny days</title><content type='html'>You know what: Summer is there. And guess what else: Josephine enjoys it. Enjoys it a lot. All my spare time I am on my roof-deck and enjoy the last rays of the sun. Also right now ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bina was shocked the first time (guess why) ... but now she lays next to me in a similar state of lazyness and beauty ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6319686679380058725?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6319686679380058725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6319686679380058725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6319686679380058725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6319686679380058725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny days'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2759270489834530758</id><published>2010-06-29T20:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:49:34.084+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Ever had something in the changing room?</title><content type='html'>Well I had yesterday. Again. In a fashion store in the Munich city center. The funny thing: No door but just a curtain. But it was funny. I really felt out of the cabin ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:1 ... that is worth it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a good weekend. What about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2759270489834530758?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2759270489834530758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2759270489834530758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2759270489834530758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2759270489834530758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/06/ever-had-something-in-changing-room.html' title='Ever had something in the changing room?'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-765412970359321435</id><published>2010-06-26T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:47:53.432+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Soccer Bet 2010</title><content type='html'>Okay, due to certain questions: The soccer bet of 2010. I bet with 3 guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For every goal germany receives, I will suck each of them&amp;nbsp;one time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When germany wins the cup, each of them owns me a girl (not a whore).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay, sound unfair and it is (Germany is not good enough in my opinion)&amp;nbsp;but it is fun. And if they win, it will be such a fun to see them organizing a girl for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-765412970359321435?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/765412970359321435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=765412970359321435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/765412970359321435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/765412970359321435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/06/soccer-bet-2010.html' title='Soccer Bet 2010'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-7132329905288725214</id><published>2010-06-24T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:28:27.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Hey alltogether</title><content type='html'>Well Bina is now dating a guy. Maybe she find someone for her. Let us see. With me nothing interesting happened. Some sex there some blowjobs here and a small soccer bet after I had a chat w/ someone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-7132329905288725214?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/7132329905288725214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=7132329905288725214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7132329905288725214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7132329905288725214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-alltogether.html' title='Hey alltogether'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8518416917373495049</id><published>2010-06-08T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:15:29.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Bina had sex</title><content type='html'>Bina was fucked a few days ago. She met him at a bar when she was out with me. Well it was a guy I fucked like five years ago and I was happy with. Anyway, they had sex and the next morning he told me or at least stopped right before ... that it was even better than with me ;) ... I am getting old. She just told me that she will not date him again and that he was lame. Wow. This girl is nearly a virgin but has a certain level ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8518416917373495049?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8518416917373495049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8518416917373495049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8518416917373495049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8518416917373495049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/06/bina-had-sex.html' title='Bina had sex'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6616471972271634814</id><published>2010-06-06T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:21:09.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry !!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long delay. The blog is despite rumors not dead. But life is again a little bit busy. What happened. Let me write you the next days. I was on some trips and worked on the weekends for a project. Some co-worker messed it up. Anyway, With me nothing much happened but with Bina there are some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear from me the next days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6616471972271634814?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6616471972271634814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6616471972271634814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6616471972271634814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6616471972271634814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry !!'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6206536282297473426</id><published>2010-05-13T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:45:30.754+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>Fathers day</title><content type='html'>Well I am horny. And I need sex.And I will go to the street and get me someone to fuck me. Today is a public holiday and everytime I wake up on one I have this demand. Crazy or&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6206536282297473426?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6206536282297473426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6206536282297473426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6206536282297473426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6206536282297473426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/05/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers day'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8889136667406729722</id><published>2010-05-09T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:50:26.625+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Funny news</title><content type='html'>You remember that my flat is next to a church and that the church blocks any view into my roof deck and my apartment. Well, obviously I forgot the tower. Today, the priest showed up and told me that I should install some curtains. Yesterday,&amp;nbsp;he was with a group of people up in the tower and saw me&amp;nbsp;naked in my bed. And now he complained. I said yes but I will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8889136667406729722?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8889136667406729722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8889136667406729722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8889136667406729722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8889136667406729722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-news.html' title='Funny news'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8140122716413749866</id><published>2010-04-16T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:06:50.177+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Me the exhibitionist</title><content type='html'>Recently Bina asked me if I will be in a relationship with a guy I am currently "meet" regulary. I told her that this is just a sex thing and on her shy question what makes him special I just show her a distance with my finger. She did not believe me so I asked her to watch us from the other side of the roof-deck from the library room. She should switch off the light and enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday he showed up again and Bina was around. When we went to my room I smiled at her and she got it. I sucked him off and later let myself get fucked against the window. It was a huge show. But I think it was fun for all of us. He did not get it so ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8140122716413749866?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8140122716413749866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8140122716413749866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8140122716413749866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8140122716413749866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-exhibitionist.html' title='Me the exhibitionist'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2040535955842608016</id><published>2010-04-01T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:38:41.627+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>Today .. I have to f******</title><content type='html'>No idea whats up, but since I am awake, I am horny. I think I will pickup someone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2040535955842608016?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2040535955842608016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2040535955842608016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2040535955842608016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2040535955842608016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-have-to-f.html' title='Today .. I have to f******'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3888110810797956057</id><published>2010-03-12T16:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:16:26.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>I am such a hussy</title><content type='html'>I learned a new english word right now: Hussy. In german: Luder. Anyway, a friend of mine asked me to go with him to a double date. Well, how he introduced me came out later: "She is a open minded hussy which likes to have sex and even threesomes." And I dressed up perfectly, did not wear underwear, acted sexy&amp;nbsp;and otherwise also behaved like I usually do. And when the topic came up I somehow felt naked. I wanted to say something but I had not had any good arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the night when I stripped naked in front of him he just looked at me with a knowing smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3888110810797956057?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3888110810797956057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3888110810797956057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3888110810797956057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3888110810797956057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-such-hussy.html' title='I am such a hussy'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2624019006053792335</id><published>2010-03-02T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:12:55.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Good sex</title><content type='html'>Well I was with my escort couple in thailand. Beautiful. We met there by accident a swinger couple and what shall I say: This australian guy was really talented. I think I had the best sex in the last year. I have been nearly naked all day long on the beach, then going out in the evening ... half naked ... and then have really good sex afterwards with one of the couples. And I got my sex ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2624019006053792335?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2624019006053792335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2624019006053792335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2624019006053792335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2624019006053792335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-sex.html' title='Good sex'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5301129916622613616</id><published>2010-02-18T19:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:21:44.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>A little shock</title><content type='html'>My relationship thing is not working out so far. He still shows no interest in me except sex. We have done some spare time things together but still it is more to connect to sex sessions in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I shocked Bina today. I was walking around naked in the apartment and watched tv just in a too short shirt. Why? No&amp;nbsp;idea. Just fit. Everything was warm and I enjoyed sitting in front of my balcony naked.&amp;nbsp;She told me that she think this is a little bit crazy. Am I crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5301129916622613616?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5301129916622613616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5301129916622613616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5301129916622613616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5301129916622613616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-relationship-thing-is-not-working.html' title='A little shock'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-952193561833431441</id><published>2010-02-13T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:40:27.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>The escort couple</title><content type='html'>I was asked if I still have sex with the couple as an escort. Actually yes. We are long beyond the point that we are acting like business. I often have sex with him during my lunch breaks and do shopping with her on saturdays. Sometimes ... and thats rarely we three&amp;nbsp;have sex together. I still get money from them ... and that is not less money .. actually a second income ... but we lost track if I do my job or not. There have been a month where I fucked him only twice and another where we had sex 10 times ... I get the same money. I invite them for dinners and they invite me for parties like another guest. They have adopted a baby last year and now I sometimes even do babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say: When they stop paying me, I would continue seeing them. They are friends now. By the way, we are flying to vacations end of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-952193561833431441?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/952193561833431441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=952193561833431441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/952193561833431441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/952193561833431441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/02/escort-couple.html' title='The escort couple'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-22859922026808698</id><published>2010-01-26T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:01:20.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Flashing Tits</title><content type='html'>I do not know why .. but I flashed a pharmacist during his night shift.&amp;nbsp;I bought pills for headache in an emergency pharmacist (here in Germany drugs are only sold in small individual shops which have an emergency service during night .. so only one in a city quarter is&amp;nbsp;servicing through a little window&amp;nbsp;;)). And while he was bringing me back my change I openened my jacket and lifted my pullover ;). I think he liked the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Bina update .. somehow she has a little fan community among you: Her date went bad. She is currently a bit homesick and is not going out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-22859922026808698?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/22859922026808698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=22859922026808698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/22859922026808698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/22859922026808698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/01/flashing-tits.html' title='Flashing Tits'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-168424644524820634</id><published>2010-01-23T10:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:03:45.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>What shall I say: We fuck like rabbits.Close to every day. I even brought him two girls into my bed so we already had two threesomes. The stupid thing: We are not in a relationship. So far it is a sex only thing. He is a quite nice guy and is a good choice so far.&amp;nbsp;But he never approached me with personal things and I think he does not see that I am interested in him. Every time he is visiting me I feel so good and so welcome but after sex and maybe a sleepover he is leaving and I am alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of my readers demanded an update to Bina: She is dating someone but never with someone over night. Aside, that this pinup look I mentioned last month get more and more into her. She told me that she adores the look and trying to copy a bit of it. The result is that even if she is in sleepwear reading something in the living room she is having a perfect hair and style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-168424644524820634?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/168424644524820634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=168424644524820634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/168424644524820634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/168424644524820634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5609014584286616644</id><published>2010-01-07T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:41:10.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>But there is hope</title><content type='html'>I wrote in my last blog that I hope that I will have a new relationship soon. And as I am not a girl who&amp;nbsp;postpone her problems I started and check my former fucks. The fucks I liked sexually&amp;nbsp;and which would be a good partner. The third I called is a single and was willing to have a date with me. His data? 29 years old, 192cm, six pack, and arms stronger than my legs. He is an engineer in a big car company here in Munich, he likes to go out and enjoys sex. He is very experienced in it and surely had a big share of women in his life. And his cock has a size which I really enjoy. A bit bigger.&lt;br /&gt;So where is the catch: I think he is currently in a not relationship phase, and when he is in a relationship he will not like the idea of me fucking others. But I have a chance: He remembered me, and he told me that he loved my cocksucking and my body. And we had a good beginning: A beautiful four hour sex session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5609014584286616644?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5609014584286616644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5609014584286616644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5609014584286616644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5609014584286616644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-there-is-hope.html' title='But there is hope'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1822355494973368151</id><published>2010-01-05T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:40:24.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well New Year Promises</title><content type='html'>Did I made a new years promise: Yes. I promised that I try again to be in a relationship. That is a difficult thing: As you know I prefer them open. Not restricted to one sexual partner. The stupid problem: There are really less men who accept that .... and .... are good looking enough for me ;). Hard thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway: Bina was not that stupid. She just promised that she will have sex this year. What a challange ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1822355494973368151?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1822355494973368151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1822355494973368151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1822355494973368151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1822355494973368151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-new-year-promises.html' title='Well New Year Promises'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-555117769105891592</id><published>2010-01-01T11:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:10:00.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year ... Welcome 2010</title><content type='html'>I wish all of you a happy new year.&amp;nbsp;I wish you a lot sex (may it with your partner or someone else) and a good health for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way: Stayed unfucked this silvester ... was with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-555117769105891592?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/555117769105891592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=555117769105891592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/555117769105891592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/555117769105891592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-welcome-2010.html' title='Happy New Year ... Welcome 2010'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-4628846429081066748</id><published>2009-12-15T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:46:35.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Bina the Pinup</title><content type='html'>Incredible, today Bina dressed up as a pinup. What style was suddenly in her? Her lips red, wearing all day long a white dress, wearing nice shoes, her hair combed and a flower in her hair. Beautiful. I think she likes to dress up for people. Three friends of her are here now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will see what happens next with her. Yesterday she told me, that she had not fucked for over half a year. I asked her about the first night. She told me, that she had not had sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on (in the state of denmark)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-4628846429081066748?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/4628846429081066748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=4628846429081066748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4628846429081066748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4628846429081066748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/12/bina-pinup.html' title='Bina the Pinup'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5263239845806920060</id><published>2009-12-13T08:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:00:49.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Bina, Bina, Bina</title><content type='html'>Bina is a bitch. Yesterday a punk like guy slept the night at her place. At lunch she told me that she has not slept with him despite he wanted to. I asked her why she is so cruel to him but she just said that she liked his body but had no interest in sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I made my life more easy for me and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5263239845806920060?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5263239845806920060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5263239845806920060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5263239845806920060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5263239845806920060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/12/bina-bina-bina.html' title='Bina, Bina, Bina'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-4027503654004192517</id><published>2009-12-07T18:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:13:43.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Pssst</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was in the sauna. Alone. I was not very shy and played a little bit with my clit when suddenly there was a noise from the door to the wellness room. So I shot up, sat myself upright and smiled. Well, an young guy came in. Maybe 20 years old. Not much younger, maybe older. So I said "Hi" and we started to chat. He is really nice. He is living two floors below my bedroom with his parents, he has a girlfriend and he is in a nice shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you have read my blog you know that I am not the girl who keeps her legs closed in the sauna. So he saw my tits, the clit, the clit ring and if he has a little experience also that I freshly masturbated. Well, I think we both enjoyed it. Well later I swam some rounds and asked him to lift me out of water. I teased him lot. I was naked and he already wore his swimwear. I let my tit touch his skin and left the wellness area after I dried myself. I had so much fun laughing about it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one day, this guy will have his fun with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-4027503654004192517?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/4027503654004192517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=4027503654004192517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4027503654004192517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4027503654004192517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/12/pssst.html' title='Pssst'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1088187501310762189</id><published>2009-12-04T10:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:02:24.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>Something Nasty for you</title><content type='html'>Some news from Bina: Well, I saw her naked for the first time: What shall I say: Not only five piercings but at least 8 (both breasts and at least one at her pussy). And the most juicy thing: A tattoo on her pubis as an replacement for a pubic hair strip. It is a tribal, two centimeter width and maybe ten in length. As an replacement for her strip. What a genious idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1088187501310762189?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1088187501310762189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1088187501310762189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1088187501310762189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1088187501310762189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-nasty-for-you.html' title='Something Nasty for you'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8539057796715278898</id><published>2009-11-30T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:20:39.831+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Leandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Cerapho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Bina'/><title type='text'>A little Update - Weekend War</title><content type='html'>Well, what shall I say: She is not as bad as I thought. She is actually quite okay. I had to clean after her and accept that her music is not mine but except that: A kid of my family. She slept her first night here from friday to saturday. And to be exact: Not alone and very late. I wanted to invite her for dinner on friday but she rejected and went for party. She kicked him out when I was cooking my lunch on saturday. She smiled at me like she was challanging me. Poor girl. But I was accepting (sorry). On sunday morning she was alone but I had a threesome with my fuck buddy pair. That was so funny when she saw me coming out with one guy and sit down for lunch and then flushing her face when she saw the second guy walking in. When I got the milk I went to her ear and whispered: "Do not play that game with me". I think she accepted that she lost that battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, except that little fight we had a nice weekend. On sunday I showed her a little bit around and for dinner we met Cerapho and Leandra. That was funny. Leandra told her that she should listen to my advices and that I made her like she is. And I have to mention ... (shame on me) that she was the most beautiful girl in the restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8539057796715278898?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8539057796715278898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8539057796715278898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8539057796715278898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8539057796715278898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-update-weekend-war.html' title='A little Update - Weekend War'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-9128310271854548373</id><published>2009-11-28T08:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:42:31.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bina's new room</title><content type='html'>What shall I say: She moved in. Two big luggagues and nothing more. No furniture at all. We went to IKEA with her father and bought her a bed and a closet. Unfortunately, we had to put it in front of a book rack in the former pool room. Anyway, I am in a hurry, will tell more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-9128310271854548373?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/9128310271854548373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=9128310271854548373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9128310271854548373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9128310271854548373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/11/binas-new-room.html' title='Bina&apos;s new room'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2803543061542617873</id><published>2009-11-24T22:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:00:52.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Online at Facebook</title><content type='html'>By the way, now I am on facebook. Add me as a friend ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2803543061542617873?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2803543061542617873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2803543061542617873' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2803543061542617873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2803543061542617873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-at-facebook.html' title='Online at Facebook'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8941295044595970501</id><published>2009-11-24T21:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:57:39.064+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Bina</title><content type='html'>She will move in on thursday. As she moved here from Israel and I need a name here in the blog ... let us call her Bina. Well I met her yesterday and we both agreed that this is just an intermediate solution. Okay, at least we agreed on one thing. And my great-aunt will sent me some money for food and for the living costs. Money, people always think money is necessary. I want freedom. We met after work and hell, she just stood up. She partied whole night from sunday to monday morning. That will be horrible. I love to sleep (at least during the week).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8941295044595970501?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8941295044595970501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8941295044595970501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8941295044595970501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8941295044595970501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/11/bina.html' title='Bina'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2962805979545303707</id><published>2009-11-22T15:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:48:50.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I have a new flatmate</title><content type='html'>What shall I say: I have a new flatmate despite I did not searched for one. She is a great cousin of mine who lifed in Israel for the last 4 years. Her father is a guy from the diplomatic service (but not the german one). She is 19 years old and heading for the university. Why she moved into my place: Her parents move to another country and she wanted to study. And her mother was thinking we fit together. And as unfortunately, they talked with my uncle before ... well ... you can count things together. She will move in next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen her the last time when she was 13. That girl changed. I can vividly remember myself how I tickled her when she was 9 and still a nice girl. But that changed. She is a blond girl, the skin very dark, her body shape ultra thin (my great aunt told me that I have to watch for her) and a face, well, adorable. Unfortunately, she is also a rebel. She has a nose, a lip, an eyebrow, a belly button and another piercing on her chest, has a tattoo on her stomach, her hair is in dreadlocks and she was wearing kind of hippy clothes. And no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that will be fun. I bet we have the first fight within 24 hours after she moves in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2962805979545303707?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2962805979545303707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2962805979545303707' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2962805979545303707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2962805979545303707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-new-flatmate.html' title='I have a new flatmate'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-7125479576977867855</id><published>2009-11-20T20:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:30:10.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Like a virgin</title><content type='html'>Well not exactly right, but I felt like one. I had a ONS with a 25yo and I afterwards I stood naked in front a mirror and inspected myself. I was a little unconfident about my body as his was a well-trained dream. He came behind me and said: You are sexy (well telling me that I am sexy is something I always get weak). I asked him why and then he said that he never slept with a girl more perfect than me. Well after that I fucked him another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think he lie to me. No I do not think so. I have seen two of the girls he had sex with before. Very beautiful girls. And he rejected one of them while we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for not writing for a while, I have been busy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-7125479576977867855?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/7125479576977867855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=7125479576977867855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7125479576977867855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7125479576977867855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-virgin.html' title='Like a virgin'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1332941406502341958</id><published>2009-10-23T18:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:48:39.770+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Found the sauna</title><content type='html'>It is funny: I found the sauna. My uncle told me there is one deep in the cellar but now I found it. The second floor below earth. Very rare for a normal living house. It is a great wellness room. The pool is about 10 meter in square and the sauna is builtin the wall. Not such a standard wood thing. Luckily we have a lift here. Fifth floor to the second basement is quite a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i deflowered the pool table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1332941406502341958?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1332941406502341958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1332941406502341958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1332941406502341958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1332941406502341958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/10/found-sauna.html' title='Found the sauna'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-9101611227185158058</id><published>2009-10-10T08:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:31:30.167+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Fuck New York</title><content type='html'>Everytime I go to New York for business I extend my stays for the weekend. For sexual purposes. I love to fuck in New York. I like this city and I have a friend there who give me valueable tipps where to go. And it is funny: Clubs are everywhere the same in the world. Look like you have a degree but still be beautiful, wear only a dress and shoes and you are in, everywhere. Did that for four times now. Always wonderful two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-9101611227185158058?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/9101611227185158058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=9101611227185158058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9101611227185158058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9101611227185158058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-new-york.html' title='Fuck New York'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8527530226451453043</id><published>2009-09-26T12:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:19:16.005+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My new Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow .. I have not posted for close to a month. I am sorry my dear readers. It was a stressful month. I was in 3 cities around the world and took a week of to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my new flat. Well,  a was lucky again. An uncle of mine was moving to a nursing home and he was offering his flat to all his nieces and nephews to buy it. He made a really good price and the money was later split among my cousins. I took my money I earned with my pussy the last year and some saved money so I could afford it. It is a real jewel and I am lucky that my uncle preffered me over another cousin of mine. But he already has a house on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Well to tell something about my uncle. He was and still is a playboy. For the last ten or maybe even some more years he made always compliments in my direction, how good I look and how nice I behave. He always hinted me to enjoy my life but I never told him how much I actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me describe you the apartment: It is basically a completed attic with a cut of roof deck. The whole building is lengthly. In one side there is the master bedroom and the bathroom, on the other side there is a billiard room and a library (yes ... he is a playboy). In the center there is a huge combined kitchen, living, eating and working zone. Surely around 10 meters in square. The roof deck can be entered from the library, the living room and the bedroom. The roof deck is at the height of the attic of the curch so nobody can actually look into the roof deck or the rooms. Which is really cool. The whole building was renovated recently so the roof deck is totally new. The floor is of wooden with shingles below and in the corner between the living room and the bedroom a big plant stands there. Like my recent apartment the whole wall between the roof deck and the inside is actually glass. Wooden inner jalousies are the only thing to hide the view. One big thing you also have to know: The interiour is included and my uncle asked me to keep it for a while. Well ... it is very much men style. Dark wood, painted pictures of women, black leather sofa, and a stone floor everywhere. Let me describe some details: The library is practically everwhere. Every wall which is not angled has a rack with old books in it. In the bedroom an really modern canopy bed is the center of the room and the closets are really huge. Like that. The bathroom has an open shower and the tub is actually below a big roof window. Everthing there what a girl needs. The pool room (billiard) is very boring. Just a table and a small bar .. and books. It is a very lightful room. The library ... well nothing than books and a fireplace. Guess what is in front of the fireplace: A big brown fur. Except that, two armchairs and lamp. The living room is basically a couch combination with a table between, a big wooden eating table and a smal corner with an office table. The kitchen part is basically a corner with small marmor working platform to seperate it from the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this place. The move was really easy and I nearly does not need any furniture at all. My old flat was very empty so I only had to put my bed and my couch to a storage. Within the flat I removed some ugly pictures with my pictures (you know them), replaced the matrace and go rid of the most ugly decorations. And after I had sex on the billiard table I think I will change this room to a sport room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My uncle came and inspected it. H liked the changes a lot and when I told him that the naked ladies are now pictures of me .. well .. I saw a smile in his face I never saw before. He was very happy seeing his old home like that. I have to talk to him some time in future. Among all this books a lot of other thing is. Cerapho found for example an up-to-date playboy collection, I found a photo album of hundred of naked women all photographed within the flat and in a shelf I found a whip. This will be interesting in here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope to hear from you my dear fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8527530226451453043?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8527530226451453043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8527530226451453043' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8527530226451453043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8527530226451453043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-home.html' title='My new Home'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-647603797569666475</id><published>2009-08-30T08:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:21:18.531+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Model shoot</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I got a call from a friend of mine, a guy from a model agency. I once had an ONS with him so I expected that he asks for sex but he did not. He asked me to do a model shoot. I know that I am not ugly but I am not model material. So I asked him why. Well he said he liked a very special part of my body. Well I accepted, just for fun, as I have done before and during the photoshoot I understood why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shooting was a bikini shot where on the picture is just my ass, the bikini bottom and my tighs. From the back. Well you think: Okay nothing special but you miss one thing. They have been interesting in the gap between my legs. Well my pelvis is somehow formed so that my legs are seperated from each other with noticeable space between them. When I sit down and press my knees together (not crossing them) I can look between them on the chair. Many guys like that a lot (got lots of compliments) and so did the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a body part model from now on. Just kidding. Surely would be classified as ass model. So funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-647603797569666475?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/647603797569666475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=647603797569666475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/647603797569666475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/647603797569666475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/08/model-shoot.html' title='Model shoot'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8657596660500739860</id><published>2009-08-20T09:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:30:59.893+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Dirndl &amp; Flights</title><content type='html'>Soon it is september and the Oktoberfest is once again ahead. I picked my Schlampendirndl out and cleaned it. I am so proud of this piece of leather ;). And always the question: What to wear below the skirt. Somebody will see ... so ... a nice white one ... or a sexy black see through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in NYC again. I hate these flights. Nothing todo and ugly sitting neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8657596660500739860?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8657596660500739860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8657596660500739860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8657596660500739860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8657596660500739860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirndl-flights.html' title='Dirndl &amp; Flights'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5378900024922659749</id><published>2009-08-02T08:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:12:23.072+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Virgins</title><content type='html'>Virginity is for most guys a real problem. From a certain moment on it is difficult to get rid of it. It is so easy to feel when a guy is a virgin. On earlier times I had not care but today I am an old lady ;-) and I want to have great sex when I have sex. Why I tell you this? I fucked a virgin the day before yesterday. A 23 year old virgin. And it was good sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Cerapho who brought me this youngster. He introduced me and told me that he has a package in his trousers. I felt immediately that he is a virgin but I trust Cerapho in the choice of my sex partners. What he had selected for me was always good sex later. When I later got naked and I saw what happened below his boxers I was once again astonished how such guys stay virgins. Well when I pulled down the boxers I really saw size. I measured it (he did not know .. ): 23cm erected length and a width of 6cm. Alone thinking of that makes me hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was great. Not the sex rythm but how your body rocks on that thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5378900024922659749?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5378900024922659749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5378900024922659749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5378900024922659749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5378900024922659749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/08/virgins.html' title='Virgins'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6750148707424773287</id><published>2009-07-28T17:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:46:53.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little scar</title><content type='html'>I think there will be a little scar leftover when my injury is totally healed. I look at it every morning hope for a fast healing. I took some days off and relax a bit. And I unpacked my baseball bat I had already put in the cellar long time ago. Now it is next to the door. Cerapho told me to put it back in the cellar but I rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father came on saturday to take care of me and he said that he is proud of me that I am that brave and have my normal day. What else should I do anyway. Nikki stayed a night at my place but she left me on sunday morning as well. When my boss heard the story on monday that I got to go for a doctor because of a check due to that he recommended me to take some overhours. Well okay, everyone takes care of me but nothing serious happened. Should I be more scared than I am? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for your mails ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6750148707424773287?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6750148707424773287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6750148707424773287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6750148707424773287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6750148707424773287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-scar.html' title='A little scar'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1885626185447259242</id><published>2009-07-25T08:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:42:19.657+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Doris'/><title type='text'>Good things, bad things</title><content type='html'>Well ... last week was a bit crazy. I was three days in New York and had my fun there. And I met an old friend there ... Doris. She came over from Harvard where she is currently doing her PhD. She extended her stay and is still very happy with the decision. I think she will be a professor one day. After some minutes we talked about men and how her life was. Well, she was with some rich guys for a while, but then she stopped regular dating for her work. She started to have a sexual affair with a cheerleader and had casual encounters with guys. And now after another while she is dating a guy again. She wanted to surprise me that she has a clit piercing. We had our fun with my hand checking it below her skirt. And she had to laugh when I told her, that I have a clit ring too. Anyway, chatting with Doris was nice. She is such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well later on friday, I was back in Munich, a girl attacked me with a knive. I was lucky that she was only able to cut my most outer skin a little bit at my belly. Lucky me wore a top and her knive did not get through the fabrics that easy. She was held back by a stranger passing by. Later the police found out ... that I fucked her soon-to-be husband a while ago and he told her before the marriage. The injury was not even big enough to call a doctor. I just got a big patch from the nearby restaurant owner. He was cute taking care of me. When I was home again I called Cerapho and after I cried a lot we had the best sex ever. I think he also had;). Fear and Sex ... the good old combination. Anyway, today and even yesterday late evening I got calm again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1885626185447259242?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1885626185447259242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1885626185447259242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1885626185447259242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1885626185447259242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-things-bad-things.html' title='Good things, bad things'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8556450270685443626</id><published>2009-07-18T07:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:50:18.694+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>Stupid Bastards</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took three guys home. They have been great ... in the beginning. All of them were nicely equipped, had good fucking talents and worked nicely together. All my holes have been filled up multiple times. Unfortunately, only with cocks and not sperm. During night i did not wonder where the sperm went. In the beginning they each shot a load into my face (what I really hate ... my loyal reader should know ... but what can you do against three guys) but later I just forgot. They went about three in the morning and when I woke up an hour ago and went to bath to get my face clean I got an idea where the remaining loads are. I found them everywhere. One on my couch, another on the floor, another on my razor, another in my handbag, another in my panties drawer, another .. urrgh, i dont tell you more. I have found 11 stains. I think every guy can shoot 5 laods a night (rough experience) ... so maybe it is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cany anyone tell me what so wrong in ejaculating in the mouth of the girl you fuck? I mean why ejaculating in the house and use my dress as a towel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8556450270685443626?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8556450270685443626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8556450270685443626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8556450270685443626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8556450270685443626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-bastards.html' title='Stupid Bastards'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1979499334397577798</id><published>2009-07-14T22:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:02:52.756+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Let us play a game ...</title><content type='html'>I got some request to describe how I am look like. Well, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; have not said much about that to protect myself a bit and further to rise the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anyway: The game: Please post me a photo or a url to a picture how you think I look like. I would really appreciate that. Send it to &lt;a href="mailto:josephine.chirac@gmail.com"&gt;josephine.chirac@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or comment in this blog entry. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: No one made me blond so far ... Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1979499334397577798?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1979499334397577798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1979499334397577798' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1979499334397577798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1979499334397577798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-us-play-game.html' title='Let us play a game ...'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2486532313477832972</id><published>2009-07-13T18:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:25:46.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding blog comments</title><content type='html'>Thank you for commenting. It is far more interesting to have a vivid interaction with my readers than a passive readership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to comment, love that, and please recommend me everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2486532313477832972?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2486532313477832972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2486532313477832972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2486532313477832972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2486532313477832972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/regarding-blog-comments.html' title='Regarding blog comments'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8357504431158613979</id><published>2009-07-12T18:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:05:08.169+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>Escort presents</title><content type='html'>I have not written about them for a long time. The escort couple. Many of you reader do not know that I have been an escort just for fun in the last year. This year I continue to meet with a couple. They have given each other the promise only to fuck me and no one else. So I end up three times during the week to fuck him during lunchbreak. He works very close to me so I can do that in my one hour break. During weekends I go out shopping with her while we pretend to be a lesbian couple. We usually have a threesome with him afterwards. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met them today and they invited me for vacations again .... YEEEEESSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am ashamed ... i just recall myself that I have not paid for many of my last vacations. Always pay back using my pussy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8357504431158613979?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8357504431158613979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8357504431158613979' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8357504431158613979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8357504431158613979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-escort-couple.html' title='Escort presents'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2328600887090714331</id><published>2009-07-03T17:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:23:46.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>One afternoon stand</title><content type='html'>Today, during lunch break i picked up a guy. We shared a table at a overcrowded cafe in the Munich city center and we had a nice chat. He got that I am single and asked me why I answered him honestly that my lifestyle is to fuck around. Well, one hour later he shot a portion of sperm into my mouth. Afterwards I left him (we did it at his place) and I went to the english garden and enjoyed the sun for a while. Well, believe me or not, I waited for another guy to ask me for sex. I do not know why I am that horny, maybe the sun on the naked skin, maybe the early fuck, maybe just the summer. Well I dont know but I looked around. But no one was looking after me except the normal 50yo voyeurs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2328600887090714331?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2328600887090714331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2328600887090714331' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2328600887090714331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2328600887090714331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-afternoon-stand.html' title='One afternoon stand'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1920553207039292594</id><published>2009-06-25T17:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:50:33.498+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>Thinking of moving</title><content type='html'>Basically I am very happy with my current apartment. It is big, it is luxery, it is exclusive and it is a small skyscraper (rare in Munich). But I want to live a bit more down to earth. With the big crises everywhere it just do not longer fit. Not that it is a money problem, but the outlook is no longer that great ... so life is just more normal. Additionally I travel more, so I am looking for something more in the city center. So I started to search for a really cute down-to-earth apartment in Munich. Something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from Sunday to this afternoon I was in New York City. Yeah ... I love this city. I was invited to a real cool artist party. It was a nice small party - only 8 person - 3 couples and two singles. That was a fun and afterwards me and the other single also had our fun, going out and continueing the party in my hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1920553207039292594?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1920553207039292594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1920553207039292594' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1920553207039292594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1920553207039292594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-of-moving.html' title='Thinking of moving'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6478000855523586272</id><published>2009-06-09T21:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:16:55.810+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>Damn, Damn, Damn ... I fucked a co-worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I do not know how he got me that far. Well, a month ago my boss gave me another role and consequently I am currently travelling quite a bit. I was in Berlin in a good hotel together with a co-worker. We usually chat a lot in the coffee-breaks and flirt a bit. We had flirted just for fun. Now it is bitter reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in the hotel sauna when my co-worker suddenly was entering and there we stood. Me naked and he just wearing a towel. Well not that uncommon in Germany we chatted a little bit. But talking fun and showing him your naked glory at the same time is not that easy especially when the topic arise what piercings you have between your legs. So I showed him. I do not know why I did this and why we ended up in my bed. He is married to a (beautiful) french woman and I promised myself not to fuck co-workers, bosses or customers any more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The original plan to go out and get laid was also nice so why I did this? Anyway, let us hope that he understand that this will be a one-time-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6478000855523586272?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6478000855523586272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6478000855523586272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6478000855523586272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6478000855523586272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-damn-damn-i-fucked-co-worker.html' title='Damn, Damn, Damn ... I fucked a co-worker'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2343853501807808728</id><published>2009-06-02T23:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:11:19.266+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Windy Day</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. I was standing at a traffic light with my skimpy dress on my body when a blew of wind hit me. No it did not raised my skirt but it pressed the skirt between my ass cheeks and I think my ass was clearly visible. I was feeling it and when I turned my face to talk with a collegue I saw 5 guys just looking at my ass. It was so funny. The girls know that feeling of looks on your body ... a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to thank someone who posted my blog to &lt;a href="http://www.indienudes.com/"&gt;indienudes.com&lt;/a&gt; which gave me thousands of clicks the last few days. Thank you my anonymous friend. Please all the new guys: Comment the blog. I life from feedback. Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2343853501807808728?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2343853501807808728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2343853501807808728' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2343853501807808728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2343853501807808728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/06/windy-day.html' title='Windy Day'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5981662269696290851</id><published>2009-05-29T06:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:03:58.077+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>Monk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a monk passed my way. A extremely beautiful monk. He had a hard face, no fat just pure asceticism, close to shaved hair and a extreme kind of control. He looked into my eyes and not on my body. I was standing there, in a little dress and sunglasses and I had the feeling that he totally see through me and my life.  Then I passed him and it was over. And I knew that I got a thrill from a monk who swear off all kind of temptation like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have fantasies about men of the church. Yes I have but other than so many fantasies I will not realize it. I respect their life style and their decision. It would be not very fair to attack them and ruin their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5981662269696290851?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5981662269696290851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5981662269696290851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5981662269696290851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5981662269696290851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/05/monk.html' title='Monk'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5829976005478976141</id><published>2009-05-14T22:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:27:12.330+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Fucking old boyfriends</title><content type='html'>I split up with Frank 8 years ago. I restart to fuck him some years ago. I think he cheated every girlfriend he had with me. Every single one. Today he cheated his newest girlfriend. It is funny with him. He was the second guy I ever had sex with. The second. And 8 years later, I am sexually really experienced while he still get big eyes at some moments in bed. Not that he is not a good fucker or that he is not experienced. He is quite above an average guy. With him I always think: "If I have not started to fuck around I would be like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Frank is like Cerapho the guy I just adore. They are both not Mr. Perfect in bed  (but good enough) but definately Mr. Perfect in life. And I will never give him up. So I do what I ever do when he ring my doorbell. Get naked and suck him off in the floor before we hit the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5829976005478976141?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5829976005478976141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5829976005478976141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5829976005478976141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5829976005478976141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/05/fucking-old-boyfriends.html' title='Fucking old boyfriends'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-9032973362350843377</id><published>2009-05-04T09:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:18:31.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>Sucking childhood</title><content type='html'>What shall I say. I had a great threesome on saturday with my "buddy team" but afterwards a guy called me who claimed that we had oral sex. Well, I do not recall him (that is not the first time) but usually that is not good for him. But he told me that we have been classmates when we have been teenagers. Well, I sucked a lot when I was younger and have not counted then. He found me over a social network, contacted the common friend we have and he told him a lot about me. And now he had the idea to shove his cock into me. I liked this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a date for saturday night and we talked a lot in a bar. I think he was really looking forward as we both know that the night will end in his bed. Ok it did not end there .. it ended in my bed ;-). He was really astonished by my body. He could only compare to some photos and the body which sucked him off 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the doorbell rang and my dad was standing in front of it. And I was just finishing my good morning head. He panicked. They know each other from Starnberg the city I come from. He wanted to hide but I just put over his shirt and opened the door for my dad. I introduced them with a sentence like: "I think you know each other." and went to shower. When I came back they sat on the couch and I laid myself next to my dad and set my head into his lap. "You know that he is married and has a kid?" he attacked me. I just smiled: "Yes dad, and this was just sex. It is not my fault but his. It will not get into a relationship with him. He is just sex for me." My dad shook his head. The guy left very quickly and I had breakfast with my dad. We argued a bit but it ended with a sentence like: "Dad, when you do not want to see things like this do not come that early or call me before."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-9032973362350843377?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/9032973362350843377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=9032973362350843377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9032973362350843377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9032973362350843377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/05/riding-cock.html' title='Sucking childhood'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5937728276914443707</id><published>2009-05-03T08:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:26:03.939+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>MMF</title><content type='html'>I tell you what happened to me last weekend. I got a call: "Hey sweetie ... I am looking for anal sex. Can I come over?" Well .. and I answered: "Sorry honey, currently I am riding someone ...." - and here I had this brilliant idea - " .... vaginally." I was looking at my fuck buddy and I saw the questionmarks in his face. And to the phone guy I said: "Come over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only guys who I had a good MMF threesome with have been Cerapho and Aron. Unfortunately, Aron is in Vienna and Cerapho is always very busy. These two fuck buddies I collected last weekend have been a good combination. Both of them are a little bit better sized (19 and 20 cm) and each one has a preference. Luckily the vagina guy is also very thick. And when they have sandwiched me .... well .. the motions have been great. Very good for a threesome. Not every guy is able to synchronize with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I said to them, that from now on they are best friends and are only allowed to fuck me, when we do a threesome. They complained but as an answer I just read my mobile and the newest SMS I got. Spring makes people send me fuck requests ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They managed to come over on tuesday and on saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5937728276914443707?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5937728276914443707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5937728276914443707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5937728276914443707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5937728276914443707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmf.html' title='MMF'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1221193178374092670</id><published>2009-04-19T09:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:22:58.162+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>Cabrio ride ahead</title><content type='html'>My couple called me a few minutes ago and asked if I join them on a cabrio ride towards the lakes. Will be fun. I will wear some slight summer dress and enjoy the wind. And as far as i know them we will stop at the most romantic place and we will disturb it by a dirty threesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1221193178374092670?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1221193178374092670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1221193178374092670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1221193178374092670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1221193178374092670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabrio-ride-ahead.html' title='Cabrio ride ahead'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1329063972387048370</id><published>2009-04-13T10:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:00:00.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Okay... this spring kills my best principles for this year. I tried to calm down a bit after that horror year of 2008 where I fucked far too many strangers. So I behaved but after three months ... well .. I was in the theater on thursday. With my mom and my sister Sarah. And well when I stood outside after the show and chattet with my mom I looked around and well .. I heard my pussy very loud: Fuck somebody, fuck somebody. There have been some very nice looking guys which wear suits and ... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after I said goodbye to my mom and Sarah I went hunting. I picked someone up from a in-bar nearby. On Good Friday I was bored and decided that thursday was not an exception. So I called a couple which I promised a threesome a while ago and had fun with them till saturday morning. But then it went worse: On saturday I went out for party, drunk far too much, woke up next to someone I dont recall. He was nice enough to drive me back to the city. He told me that I just have sucked him off .. but I dont believe that ... I saw a filled condom next to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... on sunday ... well ... after I got rid of my booze .... I went to the isar and got some sun .... and met someone .... but I have not fucked him. Maybe tonight when we go out for cocktails. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the decision is: Lets fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as 2008 ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1329063972387048370?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1329063972387048370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1329063972387048370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1329063972387048370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1329063972387048370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3406831180730759628</id><published>2009-04-04T20:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:16:28.838+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>My three piece dress</title><content type='html'>Weather got finally warm enough to enjoy lighter dresses. First time that I enjoyed a three piece combination this year: Stilletos, sunglasses and a small dress. I was out with Cerapho and we enjoyed the city. We even had sex in the English Garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3406831180730759628?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3406831180730759628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3406831180730759628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3406831180730759628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3406831180730759628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-three-piece-dress.html' title='My three piece dress'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3502340121310729026</id><published>2009-03-28T08:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:25:42.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blowjob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Old collegue</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday I met a former working collegue and his girlfriend at a party. When we had worked together, he had suffered a lot from my cleavage which I had used to manipulate them. And he immediately jumped again when he saw them again. Anyway, later the night I talked with his girlfriend and she asked me if I was the teasing bitch he always had talked about. Well, yes. After a while she said that she had hoped then, that I would at least suck him of one day so he stopped being confused like that. I laughed a lot but then asked: Should I catch up? She smiled. And smiled. And nodded. Well we pushed him in an empty room and I sucked him off while his girlfriend was watching. We did a nice cumball (I think that is the english slang for exchanging the sperm from mouth to mouth) and laughed a lot while he was pretty confused. I gave her my private number just for case she was looking for a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3502340121310729026?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3502340121310729026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3502340121310729026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3502340121310729026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3502340121310729026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-collegue.html' title='Old collegue'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1913198804658286591</id><published>2009-03-26T23:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:11:17.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>I got lasered</title><content type='html'>Today I had my first session to remove my pubic hair with a laser. I finally decided to use that option after I have heard from a collegue. He used it for some breast hairs but I had my pubic hair in mind ;-). Anyway, I decided to keep a strip which start a centimeter or two above my slit and ends where the hair naturally ends. Just about the width of 2 cm. I did this to have the option to have a strip again, if I like to. And it is very easy to shave that instead of all the other hair. I hope, it will work well for me and I do not have to have too many sessions and the result is really permanent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1913198804658286591?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1913198804658286591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1913198804658286591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1913198804658286591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1913198804658286591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-lasered.html' title='I got lasered'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-9183358327618340803</id><published>2009-03-24T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:01:09.144+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><title type='text'>Anton cum</title><content type='html'>Finally I could allow Anton to squirt his cum into me. He showed up with an HIV test and I could him show my one. Less than a minute later his cock was in me and soon enough he shot his load into me. What a delight. I was definately filled up with cum. And I so much liked it. And when he fucked me the second time the mess really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally another guy who can fuck me without condom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-9183358327618340803?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/9183358327618340803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=9183358327618340803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9183358327618340803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/9183358327618340803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/anton-cum.html' title='Anton cum'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8636686983525887149</id><published>2009-03-23T20:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:03:19.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanilla'/><title type='text'>First Screenshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hell we had a fun. Cerapho helped me with the programming and we had hell of a fun at this sunday afternoon. Checkout the following screenshots ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXf7qNshhjo/ScfqIDIQCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nx4eDIlwnjI/s1600-h/a.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316475309133924930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXf7qNshhjo/ScfqIDIQCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nx4eDIlwnjI/s400/a.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXf7qNshhjo/ScfqoMRotcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PyOb9efRIEI/s1600-h/b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316475861345023426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXf7qNshhjo/ScfqoMRotcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PyOb9efRIEI/s400/b.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you think that looks like a iPhone ... yes ... that is the fun doing it ... it even behaves like an iPhone. We had some nice tipps and a good template from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8636686983525887149?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8636686983525887149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8636686983525887149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8636686983525887149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8636686983525887149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-screenshots.html' title='First Screenshots'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXf7qNshhjo/ScfqIDIQCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nx4eDIlwnjI/s72-c/a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-6586981405170737558</id><published>2009-03-22T13:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:06:06.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanilla'/><title type='text'>Starting a little project</title><content type='html'>Well, a few weeks ago I was talking with some friends about a software which would be able to manage some of my most personal data. Data like my fuck buddy list, like my sex diary, like my sex photos, like my ... we can continue that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gorgeous looking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;absolutely secure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;handle huge amount of data (no you perverts .. not my fuck buddy lists but photos)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should run offline and online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we start a little project group which work in our free time. Cerapho and Me participate in that group among six others. Most of them are "product manager" which specify the features for the product ;-) ... it is so funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, maybe I can present you some screenshots soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-6586981405170737558?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/6586981405170737558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=6586981405170737558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6586981405170737558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/6586981405170737558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-little-project.html' title='Starting a little project'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-8871008946793947610</id><published>2009-03-20T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:05:37.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>My profile</title><content type='html'>Recently I published a profile on a page .... here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... I am crazy. My characterisitics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personality: Uncomplicated, honest, not shy. I am not ashamed of what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nymphomaniac: Three years ago a psych doctor certify me that my libido is beyond normal. As long as I am not in a relationship she recommended to just enjoy it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whore: I have accepted money for sex in the past and on request I am still willing to do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy slut: I often do one night stands. To lay me, not much is necessary. If you ask me for sex, it is highly possible that you get it (but be prepared ... I may say yes ;-)). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuck Buddy: I am a fuck buddy and I utilize fuck buddies for my own personal pleasure. I prefer lots of fuck buddies over a single fuck buddy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual Harresment: Im biz life I am serious, but privately I am not bitchy about body contact and unappropriate language. It is totally okay, when you touch me in rl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pierced: Ecept my ears I have two piercings: A real clit piercing and a triangle. I got more sensitive and I am very strong multi-orgasmic by the ring. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shape: Well I am a slender girl with a cup size of 34-C sometimes D. I have large inner lips. Most people jump me because of my ass. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexuality: Bisexual in the most natural form: I do not care if my next sexual partner is male or female. I have a hard oral fixation and prefer to ride. I do not like missionary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threesomes: I am well known for being an uncomplicated second girl but also a fun girl for two guys. I often do them. I have participated in sex parties up to 50 people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open Relationship: I am used to open relationships. With my style of life I would cheat any partner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gents: I prefer well build guys but most important is the package in their trousers. Cocks of 20cm and more are always accepted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ladies: Blonds with normal breasts and a slender form.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-8871008946793947610?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/8871008946793947610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=8871008946793947610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8871008946793947610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/8871008946793947610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-profile.html' title='My profile'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5122981922922104749</id><published>2009-03-17T23:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:06:37.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>I am currently in the mood to fuck outside. Yesterday, I was fucked by Cerapho at a side street. We fucked 15 minutes long, me moaning in the empty street, before a couple disturbed us. I exposed my left breast and my vulva to them without being ashamed. When Cerapho pushed me and I lifted my jeans up, I even said Hi to them. I am such a natural exhibitionist by now. I have not thought about covering my pussy I was just thinking: Up with the jeans we have to move to another more private place. Just a few meters away I finished him behind a car by sucking him dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward and anticipate the summer where I finally can wear short skirts and loose tops again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5122981922922104749?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5122981922922104749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5122981922922104749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5122981922922104749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5122981922922104749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-2623130933275191863</id><published>2009-03-03T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:50:56.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Quickies &amp; Sperm</title><content type='html'>Well I love quickies. I love them spontainious, I love them clothed, I love them in public places and I love the sperm in my thong afterwards. On the weekend Cerapho pulled me in a dressing room which was just covered by a curtain. Unfortunately, only Cerapho and the couple can do that with me without condom. And I love everytime the feeling when they cum into me. I love it most when I can feel the sperm while sitting in a business meeting or in a bar with friends. And what I love most is when people flirt with me while I still can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently thinking about letting Anton do me without protection. Just to have another guy who can squirt into me. I love the feeling when he squirts in the condom. He is pulsating very often and he shoot a good load. And I desperately need that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-2623130933275191863?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/2623130933275191863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=2623130933275191863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2623130933275191863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/2623130933275191863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/03/quickies-sperm.html' title='Quickies &amp; Sperm'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-4601144470127281779</id><published>2009-02-25T08:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:32:15.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe you remember my dad. Well he visited me for the first time alone in my apartment. And in different to my mother he knew a lot about me. So I let my naked pictures hang on the wall and as he come to early I was just wearing a big male shirt. And nothing else. Not even below. Well he was surprised when I opened him the door that way but he know me and it was not the last surprise for him this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he noticed the big pictures of me on the wall. As I posted before, these pictures are naked pictures of me. All of them black and white and usually the face, the tits and sometimes the pussy are visible. He stood in front of one of it while I make coffee for him when he asked me: Josephine, what is that between your legs. This white thing. Well, how do you explain your dad who was catholic raised in a time long ago, that you have a clitoris piercing. Well I told him that it is a piercing, that it is very arousing to me and that I even can feel it when I walk with a jeans. He shaked his head and I smiled and asked him if he want to see. He shaked his head again. Well I sat us and served coffee for him. Well I saw him blushing and he asked me to wear some underwear. Well my shirt has raised up a bit and it was obvious that I do not wear anything below but I was nice and my legs have been closed and laying on the couch. I smiled and remind him that this is my apartment and if he continues that issue I will undo a button of my shirt. He accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I talked with my dad for a while. I updated him about my relationship status and that I have stopped fucking around a while ago. He was happy to hear that. My dad never was happy with me doing many men. I told him once how I usually get guys in my bed which shocked him a lot then and I also told him my number today. Well, and then he said something like: "That is a lot. More than  many whores surely have." Well, here a tear run down my cheeks. And when he asked what is up (he know me as a tough girl who stopped crying long ago) I told him about the couple and that I get money for it. Well ... that was not as easy for him as all the other "bad" things I have done. And for me neither. I knew that I crossed a huge border when I started to have sex for money. We both cooled down a bit when I told him how civilized this escort job is. That the couple is very rich, that I earn lot of money, that the locations, the sex and the two persons are absolut ideal. When I told him how much money I get (it is about the same amount I earn by my job .... which is very good paid) for having sex with them a few times the month I noticed a change within him. He said something like: "That is indeed hard to resist, when you would do it with them anyway." I had to promise him that I never will be a street hooker and that I come to him when I am in financial problems. Well I did and I told him that I do not do this job for the financial benefit out of it. At this moment I told my dad also that the doctor has certified me an increased libido and therefore hypersexuality. Well, he thought something like that he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After this long conversation we agreed to eat something outside and I was uncloth the shirt when my dad said: "Hey warn me next time". I turned around and showed him my front side and smiled at him: "Dad, I am your daughter." I looked at his eyes who fought a hard fight where to watch. "Dad, you can check me out. I am not only your daughter but also a good looking girl." I heard a very soft "Indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say goodbye in the restaurant he kissed my forehead and said: "You know why I love you most: You are brave and not a coward. You live your life without me and mum have to worry about you. And even if all the problems all your sisters have would be your problems, we would have no fear that you cannot stand it. I love you." Well, that is a little bit too much what he think of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-4601144470127281779?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/4601144470127281779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=4601144470127281779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4601144470127281779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4601144470127281779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-4976403969593451616</id><published>2009-02-12T19:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:22:18.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blowjob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of Aron'/><title type='text'>Aron in Munich</title><content type='html'>Aron had a business trip in Munich on Monday till Wednesday. I stopped a date with Anton - the guy from the sauna I meet recently - and had my fun with Aron. On the night from tuesday to wednesday we have not slept at all. On tuesday morning he came two hours late to work because I sucked him off (I sometimes think that I have more fun sucking than the guys getting sucked). For my own part ... I took a day off (not to say too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day during his business lunch I went to the same restaurant but sat on another table. I sent him an SMS that I am pantyless. After I finished my salad I sent him another SMS that I want to have a desert. Well I got it a few minutes later in the male restroom. And his load was precious. I ate a mouse chocolate afterwards. Sperm and chocolate. Tuesday continued to be fun. After that I met a frind of mine. She is a stupid sales person but she has a damn hot body. She closed the shop for an hour and we had sex in the dressing room. Having quickies with lesbians is always hot. I like that. I occosionally fuck her since I met her and her former girlfriend three years ago in february 2006. They have been young then but now she is 20 and a ripe fruit. We often have sex that way. Her boss is far away so nobody cares if she closes the shop for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening Aron come back and we finished that great tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-4976403969593451616?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/4976403969593451616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=4976403969593451616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4976403969593451616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/4976403969593451616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/02/aron-in-munich.html' title='Aron in Munich'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-7048987921829668041</id><published>2009-02-05T19:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:44:49.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><title type='text'>My cousin's daughter</title><content type='html'>Well, somehow my family trusts me. My cousin send her 17 year old daughter to me. My cousin asked me to show her the city and buy her some new dresses. Well, what shall I say ... she also asked me to talk with her about sex. What disturb me most is that she know what kind of girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the third weekend she was in Munich in my apartment. What shall I say .. she is a hard case. She was raised in a small bavarian village on a farmer spot more than 5 kilometer away from the next village. The only boyfriend she ever had was a boy from a neighborhood but he never gave her more than a kiss. Her mother, my cousin, is a beautiful woman who introduced her to make up and beauty care but on a farmer's place there are restrictions and hard work. Anyway, on the first weekend I showed her around in Munich, went to a disco with her (she never was in a disco) and bought her some tops. On sunday morning I talked with her about oral sex. It was funny, when I said to her, that I sometimes have the urgent feeling that "ich muss mal was in den mund nehmen" ("I have to take something into my mouth") or more or less a quite hard oral fixation she nearly went unconscious ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we talked about sex at the second weekend. And I bought her more than a dozen string or g-strings. On the first weekend I asked her to bring her whole underwear department with her. And she did. Well I throw most of them into the trash. Well I bought her a razor and lot of condoms. Well ... I also showed her how to shave her pussy, and more important, her legs.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday we even talked a little bit more and she loosed up a bit. She even joined me in a hot tub. It was nice to talk to her and we agreed that next time she wants to see me fucking a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third weekend ... well ... I want that she get the impression that I pickup the guy. But I was not willing to ask a stranger if I could have sex with him in front of my cousins little daughter. So I arranged to see Anton in a bar and told him to behave like a stranger. When I told her that we will go out on friday she was surprised and when I whispered her in the taxi that I will pickup a guy for the sex she went bloody red. In the bar we drank something and then I approached Anton. I showed her how to use your body and a minute later he spent us some drinks and we sat in a corner. After a time she addressed me and we went for little girls where she told me, that he is constantly looking between my legs obviously want to peek my thong. Well, she was blood red again when I asked her, what brought her to the idea that I wear a thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she learned a lot that night I think. Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Foreplay and not to forget the usage of condoms. And in the morning ... well she learned that being naked in front of a stranger is not that hard. When she left me on sunday I told her that he is a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if she comes next weekend. But I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-7048987921829668041?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/7048987921829668041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=7048987921829668041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7048987921829668041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7048987921829668041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cousins-daughter.html' title='My cousin&apos;s daughter'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5064435442088278440</id><published>2009-01-20T20:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:54:00.951+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>20 days ...</title><content type='html'>I have not jumped into a stranger's bed for twenty days. Incredible or? Last week, I got a call from this orgy organization - you read the blog a few weeks ago - and I rejected their offer. I do not know why. I loved this idea and group but currently .... just no. Everything is so weired (do not be afraid ... not pregnant ;-)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking a lot currently and my job is a lot of fun currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5064435442088278440?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5064435442088278440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5064435442088278440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5064435442088278440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5064435442088278440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-days.html' title='20 days ...'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5955504044958854935</id><published>2009-01-08T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:35:38.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>Dreaming about getting knocked up?</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream tonight. That strange that I am scared. I dreamed that I was knocked up by my escort couple's guy. That I carry a child for them. She told me yesterday that she is unable to bear childs. I am a bit scared. His sperm is in my pussy every time we fuck. Every time and usually I do not bother with cleaning but instead trusting my panties. I am happy that I am on the pill which defend that arc-nemesis of liquid so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, on the other side: The way they treat and cover me is excellent. How would they take care the mother of their baby. They would be a perfect couple for that. And honestly, they are rich and currently they get richer each day. She told me that he get ten times the amount of last year by his family company. He would be the perfect husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5955504044958854935?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5955504044958854935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5955504044958854935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5955504044958854935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5955504044958854935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-about-getting-knocked-up.html' title='Dreaming about getting knocked up?'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-7164102885590057528</id><published>2009-01-03T17:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:27:58.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Guys</title><content type='html'>Well, 2009 started how 2008 ended. On Sylvester we had a little orgy. The old flat community came together, including Aron (he is so cute) and Jessica from Vienna. After midnight I wandered through the city and ended in the arms of a doorkeeper I know pretty well. He was a cute fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted my fuck partners again and what shall I say: 2008 was a bad bad year .. or should I better say: I was a really bad bad bad bad girl. I fucked 2008 more guys than in my entire live before 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing with numbers. There is another: In few days I will become beautiful 28 years old. I was deflowered with 14. On my birthday. So in a few days I can say that I have sex for a longer period than I have not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-7164102885590057528?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/7164102885590057528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=7164102885590057528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7164102885590057528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7164102885590057528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-guys.html' title='New Year, New Guys'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-7643740668190840437</id><published>2008-12-28T22:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:47:04.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>Party in the alpes</title><content type='html'>I was picked up at December 25th from my parent's place (or to be exact: 500 m away from it) from my escort couple. She opened the door of the Mercedes and was naked except a fur coat. She laid back and the coat opened. Have I told you that she is beautiful. I jumped in and was naked within a minute. On the backseat we fucked the whole ride to switzerland. He was driving in the snowy night while I did her behind him between her and a second fur coat. When we arrived in the hotel she told me to wear the second fur coat and leave back the cloth I wore. Then she gave me some real cute stilettos and I after I put them on we left the car. When I stood in the lobby together with her we checked ourselves. I asked her how often she has already stand in a lobby close to naked. She smiled, knowingly. I said to her that I can get used to it. And you know what she answered: Good, you know that you wear your christmas present. I felt pussy juice running down my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was naked and fucked from December 25th to December 28th. It was a beautiful wellness location where all you need is a bathrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned on December 28th, three days ahead as she fetched a cold and we returned home before the planned end. I have to plan sylvester. Any ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-7643740668190840437?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/7643740668190840437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=7643740668190840437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7643740668190840437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/7643740668190840437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-in-alpes.html' title='Party in the alpes'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1471913064336999147</id><published>2008-12-25T03:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:52:20.943+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Horny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>Christmas-Quickie</title><content type='html'>Well to make it short. After family meetings and church attenting I went out with some of my friends. As it is the fest of love (at least the priest told so) I later gave love to two of my friends. One as a quicky behind the bar we have been and the other one after he drove me home. But I kicked him out too avoid waking up with him in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it is appropriate to fuck on Jesus Christ birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1471913064336999147?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1471913064336999147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1471913064336999147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1471913064336999147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1471913064336999147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-quickie.html' title='Christmas-Quickie'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-3993861072451250978</id><published>2008-12-23T12:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:09:56.441+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visualization'/><title type='text'>Dreaming about the blog</title><content type='html'>I recently had the idea to visualize my blog. Visualize ...in sense of a comic strip (not naked pics you pervs ;-)). As I am totally helpless in that topic a big request to my small community:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search a comic artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;who is interested in doing erotic comics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who is interested to get a storyboard (my blog entries + help if necessary)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who do not get paid for it (except we will make some money with it ... thinking of a book or so ;-))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who is willing to accept some critic .. do not like to be drawan as a fat girl ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need your help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you know somebody: Ask him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you know good forums to ask: Ask in the forum or give me a link so i can ask&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are an artist yourself: Make a demo (with a blog entry of your choice ... i should be naked in it ... ;-)) and send me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you ... I will think of an reward for the guys who help me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-3993861072451250978?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/3993861072451250978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=3993861072451250978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3993861072451250978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/3993861072451250978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming-about-blog.html' title='Dreaming about the blog'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-1356491611921830315</id><published>2008-12-23T02:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:26:06.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgy'/><title type='text'>Mask Orgy</title><content type='html'>Once again, Michael invited me to one of these secret orgies. The mask he gave me was beautiful. I was very horny. Very horny. I wore the skimpiest dress I own and further only the mask and stilletos. No handbag, no credit card, no passport. Nothing. I left everything in Munich and we drove over 300 kilometers to the location. Luckily, nobody can take me my pussy. And she is still a first class ticket home. Unfortunately, I told that to Michael. But later more to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you wear a mask ... you loose inhabitions. I was fucked by 15 guys and 8 girls from friday to sunday noon. Do not ask how many had their penis in my mouth. The rules are simple: As a girl you only have one right (regarding sexuality): A condom. But if you are young like me you have another right: Choose any guy you want and get physical with him. There was only one girl who has fucked more than I have: A czech girl of maybe 19. Well, she deserved it. She has a much better body than I have. I found some masked friends and we had some fun together and shared the nights when we wanted to sleep. I have sawn Michael mask from time to time, but he was usually with two or three girls. There was a "save room" where you can go if you want to stop playing for some time. There are computers inside (I wrote some mails and showed SecondLife to some of them) and a couch to rest some time. I was lucky enough that I got a spot on this couch during the nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the first class ticket home: Well he bought me a first class train ticket. Unfortunately, my dress is too short to sit in it. I had a hard fight to sit down and stand up without showing everyone everything. I was so lucky when I arrived in Munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved that. One of the organizer asked me if I want to join as a "resident girl" which is more or less a paid girl to fill up the number of girls. As I asked him about the loan ... well ... I was really astonished what a girl can earn with her pussy. A said yes. So next time I get an inviation without being guest of Michael. Like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-1356491611921830315?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/1356491611921830315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=1356491611921830315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1356491611921830315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/1356491611921830315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2008/12/mask-orgy.html' title='Mask Orgy'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-5367826997602715997</id><published>2008-12-18T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:49:38.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><title type='text'>Plastic</title><content type='html'>Have you ever touched a tit which contains lots of plastic. I recently fucked a girl which was totally artificial. She was solarium brown, shaved everywhere, a tattoo on her pubic, piercings on her nipples, her vagina, her stomach and any other body part and finally round tits and lips by plastic. Well when she laid in front of me, naked just covered by the metal she wore, I thought she is the most perfect girl I ever saw. Well done job I thought. I played with her a bit  but then I touched her tits: Very ugly feeling. Ever had that: Good looking but when you touch it: Awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we rubbed our clits against each other but I stopped touching her tits. She was fascinated by my tits which fits hers just without plastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-5367826997602715997?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/5367826997602715997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=5367826997602715997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5367826997602715997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/5367826997602715997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2008/12/plastic.html' title='Plastic'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217555.post-737224497856514073</id><published>2008-12-12T16:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:38:00.322+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>Dirty Requests</title><content type='html'>The couple I have escorts with asked me for a pretty dirty thing: If I can fuck with somebody I trust to get some sperm into my pussy and then let her lick me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cerapho was easy to convince to fuck me but managing that sperm in my pussy till she licked it out ... that was difficult. When I left their limousine (the second car of them .... a Mercedes) she told me that shie liked the taste. I smiled and answered: "I will tell Cerapho". And then it got really dirty: "Maybe you can suck him off quickly and give me the cum by a kiss. Well, I thought: "Nice idea" and run into my apartment where Cerapho was laying around. I sucked him off and run down to the street but the car was gone. And then the mobile rang and I saw their number. I opened it and I heard her voice: "Swallow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7217555-737224497856514073?l=josephinechirac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/feeds/737224497856514073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7217555&amp;postID=737224497856514073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/737224497856514073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7217555/posts/default/737224497856514073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephinechirac.blogspot.com/2008/12/dirty-requests.html' title='Dirty Requests'/><author><name>Josephine Chirac</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108880125340626875684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
