Happy New Year!!!

To all the strong women out there (you know y’all are strong 😉)…


Grosses Bisses ❤️ Etoile


Peni$ Rings

I was looking for sex toys and I chanced upon penis rings. I have never used these before so I thought why not now. There’s one big problem though. I do not have a partner with a penis. Actually, I do not have a partner, period. I did just dump my “accidental” bf’s ass not too long ago before I tried some of the sex toys I ordered. (And before I even got to try his penis for a spin 😉 LoL)  But then again, I might be able to use this on my Frenchie next time we see each other. If he’s open… which I don’t doubt. You know what they say about the French and pleasure. 😜 Yeah, yeah… I know I’m a good talker. LoL


Here are two sites I checked out for reviews on these things.

Top 10 Most Popular Vibrating Ring Brands that Will Keep Your Hard-on Truly Hard

To prevent damage or bruising to the penis, a ring should not restrict the blood flow for more than 20 minutes at a time. Beginners should only wear a ring for 5-10 to make sure it’s not too tight. If pain is felt at any time or if the genitals feel cold, the ring should be removed as soon as possible. 

(Also, if you have erectile dysfunction, a blood clotting disorder, any peripheral vascular or nerve disease, or are taking any blood-thinning medication, please check with you doctor before trying a penis ring.)

Here’s why you should NOT wear a cock ring for an extended period of time:

An erection that lasts several hours can cause blood coagulation in the penis, making it difficult to lose the erection. This is called priapism, a prolonged erection. Since new blood cannot enter the penis, this can be severely painful and cause permanent damage to the erectile tissue. If this happens to you, GO TO THE HOSPITAL ASAP

SOURCE: Top 5 Best Penis Rings<<<<

Grosses bisses ❤️ Etoile

Kissing in Paris

Ooooh la la! That kiss… it haunts me.

It has been over a month… exactly 40 days since our lips locked. Now I can say that I’ve actually been French kissed… literally… haha

It makes me wonder if all Frenchmen kiss that passionately… I know it sounds like a stupid stereotype but isn’t it one of their trademarks? haha



It was really good but I’m starting to forget how great it was.

It was one of the best kisses I’ve ever had.

I didn’t get enough. It was dumb of me to have an accidental bf just before I flew to Paris. Shame on me for kissing him. But more shame on me for feeling so guilty when in fact it wasn’t a real relationship and I ended up feeling guilty anyway.

And now, I regret not being able to enjoy the romantic moment with him that I’ve been fantasizing about for 2 years… coz of a stupid, impulsive decision on my part to say “yes” to a guy who has no idea what being “exclusive” means.


And now I feel I’ve lost that chance.





Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

Breadcrumbing… is this the latest dating fuckery?

I’ve never heard of breadcrumbing until recently. Then it dawned on me that I’ve been a victim target and I wasn’t aware that was such a thing. Apparently, it’s also called “Hansel & Gretelling”, i.e., when one gives another just enough attention to keep their hope of a “relationship” alive. This is the most frustrating thing ever. It’s so confusing.

Thank God I have no patience for flakiness or I would’ve been victimized by these breadcrumbers. That would’ve been a waste of my precious time. Ugh! 🙄

Breadcrumbing’ is “the act of sending out flirtatious, but non-committal text messages to members of the opposite sex in order to lure a sexual partner without expending much effort.” — Urban DictionaryAnd, while the act itself is just as awful as “ghosting”, I’d rather be ghosted and be able to move on than be lead on. The act of ghosting is rude, immature and cowardly but breadcrumbing is deceitful, malicious and just downright evil if you ask me.

Breadcrumbing is more insidious than it initially appears, it’s more like “gaslighting” where one starts questioning their sanity and think they’re going crazy after they’ve been manipulated. You end up second-guessing yourself — was there something there or did my mind just play tricks on me?

It’s interesting how this new era of dating has evolved into this. It’s so hard to trust people nowadays coz you don’t ever know which one will play you, or ghost you or bench you or breadcrumb you.


You cannot judge a book by its cover. The nicer the guy, the easier to fall, the harder it is to believe that you’ve been duped. All you will do is blame yourself… but don’t… don’t let these losers change you and make you hard.

Don’t lose faith in humanity.

There are still good people out there.

Just proceed with caution.

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

Two years already?!?!?


I got this message on my iPhone and I was blown away.

How time flies.

Two years already… really?!?!?!


I still remember vividly the years I spent trying to muster the courage to blog.

And the time I was so excited about my Frenchie that I felt unstoppable! So passionate about life… about LOVE! about writing and sharing my adventures and misadventures (if any).



Anyway, two years and counting…  Wow!

Looking back, I can’t even begin to tell you how colorful my life has been the last couple of years. Don’t get me wrong… it hasn’t all been pink and red and all pastel and rainbow colors but I appreciate all the colors of the spectrum that life has brought me. It has made me a stronger and better person. It is a part of how I have been evolving and I embrace it wholeheartedly. I am so grateful for all the experiences that the Universe has brought my way.



Thank you, Universe.

Thanks to everyone who has supported me in my journey and I hope to

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

Oh, mon Dieu!!! Oui! Oui! Oui!


“Omg!!! Tonight is the night!”, I thought to myself.

Yes, it is!

I am finally back in Paris…



My Frenchie actually came to pick me up from my hotel… Oui!!! Oui!!!

Two long years we have waited to see each other.

Those times we talked about the things we wanted to do with each other… starting with that very long passionate kiss… oui!!!

I cannot believe this is actually happening.

then my phone rang…

he says he’s waiting downstairs outside the hotel.

I say I’m on my way down…

I hurry… I couldn’t run any faster…

I come out…

He was just standing there…

it is him…

in the flesh!


with a very big smile…

I stop just past the steps…

he walks up to me…

he says, in his very sexy French accent, “first, that kiss I have been dreaming about… as promised… really big…yes?”

We both laughed then he kissed me… very passionately… and embraced me like he had not planned to ever let me go.

I do not know how long that kiss lasted. We were in the middle of the street of Montmartre in the middle of the night not caring that there were other French people walking by. It was like time stood still.

He held my hand and lead me towards Sacré-Cœur we walked around and talked. We tried to play catch up then he asked about what our plans were while I was in Paris.

Then I had to tell him what I couldn’t over the phone…

“I’m seeing someone now. Plans have changed. Those dreams and fantasies will have to remain just that… dreams and fantasies.”

I can see the pain in his eyes… it wasn’t easy for me either. But I did tell him from the start that I don’t do LDR’s anyway… him and I can never be.

I said, I just wanted to tell him in person. Sure, I had to fly to Paris for this?

I don’t know what I wanted him to do or say… as usual, he says “I understand”.

He holds me in his arms again but he doesn’t say anything. He looks into my eyes… kisses my forehead then he smiles.

We don’t talk… we just sat at the steps of Sacré-Cœur enjoying the view of the beautiful city of Paris. He held my head so I can lean on his chest as if to listen to his heart beat.

I don’t know how long we were there for… I didn’t want it to end. But then it started to drizzle… we looked at each other and knew it was time to get back. It was like the sky was also sharing our sadness.

We walked back to the hotel not saying anything to each other…

there was nothing left  to say.

As we got to the steps of my hotel, he kisses me again… almost like he did the first time but not quite.

It didn’t seem to me like that was going to be our last kiss.

Then he gives me a tight embrace and says… “Bonne chance ma belle princess.”

He steps back and stares at me… as if to memorize my face…

then turns around and walks away… 😢




Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile



The gifs on here were in anticipation of what was to happen when we finally saw each other in Paris. I had not planned to be with anyone till after our tryst. But I guess fate has a funny way of playing with your heart. haha

Now that I’m with someone, it’s a major game changer for me. I tried to be just focused on my Frenchie now it will be different.