<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262978674614000274</id><updated>2009-10-28T01:37:04.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Closed Doors</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything you could possibly wonder about that happens behind closed doors and sometimes with doors wide open, all from my personal opinion and experiences.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bella Amante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150406681373349873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262978674614000274.post-232463718359974417</id><published>2007-10-11T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:39:56.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which name do you scream?</title><content type='html'>So we can thank my wonderful friends for this post. My friend, who shall be called Leah was telling myself and my other friend, who shall be called Shelly, that she named her boyfriend's penis and this is the conversation that came about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "So hows the boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah "Good, I named his penis "Mr. Wasabi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly "OH My GOD..AHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Why would you tell us that?...haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah "What don't you think its cute? I can call him and be like does Mr. Wasabi want to play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "No its not cute...well it could have been cute but why did you tell us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly "Wait what name do you scream out when you have an orgasm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Shelly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah "Umm obviously my boyfriends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly "But he doesn't actually do anything, its the penis that makes you feel good, so shouldnt you scream out his penis' name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the question which name do you scream out? Cause Shelly has a very valid point. The penis is what makes you orgasm, so logically you should scream out the name of the penis...not your boyfriends name. But is that 100% true? Any input/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262978674614000274-232463718359974417?l=bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default/232463718359974417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default/232463718359974417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-name-do-you-scream.html' title='Which name do you scream?'/><author><name>Bella Amante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150406681373349873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02809603285356441335'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262978674614000274.post-6956974280460363898</id><published>2007-10-08T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:17:49.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My super intelligent ex boyfriend</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was mentioning how when it comes to speed her boyfriend always does the opposite of what she asks for. Like if she says "Be Fast" he translates it to "Take all the time in the world" Which I now believe happens to be true for all guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last boyfriend and I enjoyed having sex, just like any young and curious couple would, well maybe alittle more. Anyway we were having sex and I said "Baby you can do anything you want"  so he decided that we should have anal, which I'm fine with as long as he's patient and doesn't just go BOOM. He knows that too, since we have that discussion every time something in the anal department comes into conversation. Well my super intelligent boyfriend translated "Baby you can do anything you want" to "Baby if you wanna do anal you can do it fast." Lets just say there was a scream, and not one of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my super intelligent ex-boyfriend, he brings a lot of good memories, he had this position that he liked to do, which gave me the most intense mind-blowing bone-melting orgasm ever. He'd be inside of me, and my legs were wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck, we were standing in case you wanted to know, and than instead of a thrust against the wall he'd bend over and bring our heads to the ground and than we'd stand up again. Now don't try hat unless you are absolutely certain you won't fall and cause yourself injury, but if you get a chance to try it please do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262978674614000274-6956974280460363898?l=bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default/6956974280460363898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default/6956974280460363898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-super-intelligent-ex-boyfriend.html' title='My super intelligent ex boyfriend'/><author><name>Bella Amante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150406681373349873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02809603285356441335'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7262978674614000274.post-6728283395021135667</id><published>2007-10-07T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:32:15.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercings'/><title type='text'>Piercings and What-Nots...</title><content type='html'>So since I'm new to this blogging thing, I hope no one that reads this takes any of what I say to personally or seriously. This is just mean rambling about my experiences and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to take a moment to discuss piercings. I'm a total fan of them on girls, I have my nipples pierced, a little cross in each one, and  I also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VCH&lt;/span&gt;, but for guys....not so much. Let me explain that better, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; with a guy, who reminded me of a Greek God, and we happened to get rather hot so clothes started to come off. Well I was shocked to see his rather lovely looking penis pierced, I was intrigued since I've never encountered that before and I figured it would be nice since my piercings seems to pleasure me. Well penis piercings aren't nice, in fact they aren't that much fun.  It hurt to have him in me, which is a new and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; experience for me. I felt the metal pushing into me and it kept reminding me of a trip to the OB-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GYN&lt;/span&gt;, which for future reference is not what a girl wants to be reminded of in the middle of sex. Nonetheless I was determined to have a decent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; so I played a nice little game with him, that got him out of me and got his mouth onto me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure I remember how I managed to convince him that it would be a better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for the both of us if he tasted me until I climaxed and than I'd work on him. He was incredibly good with his mouth, which was a blessing. After I had gotten my thrill over with came the problem of what to do with his thrill. I'm a huge fan of oral and normally I'd jump at the change to place a hard cock in my mouth but the piercing filled me with fear. So I did my best to work around that, which involved a blindfold, bottle of cold water and very softly lubed hand, I'll let you figure out the rest of the details. He was surprisingly happy when it was over and done with and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;suggested&lt;/span&gt; we get together again. I'm still trying to figure out how to explain to him that as long as he has his lovely cock pierced there would be no getting together...ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7262978674614000274-6728283395021135667?l=bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default/6728283395021135667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7262978674614000274/posts/default/6728283395021135667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaamantebehindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2007/10/piercings-and-what-nots.html' title='Piercings and What-Nots...'/><author><name>Bella Amante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11150406681373349873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02809603285356441335'/></author></entry></feed>