<?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-6633268953581803457</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:10:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme Chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>******</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05190388050181732797</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633268953581803457.post-8575146550264873600</id><published>2007-03-29T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:54:33.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Well, that's just annoying. I spent ages the other day writing about my holiday, then I saved it as a draft to finish later..... and it's gone. And now I am so post holiday that I don't feel like writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone into some detail about the dysfunctional relationship between me and my husband so it's probably best unpublished ;) All I will say on the matter for now is that things are better than they were on holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633268953581803457-8575146550264873600?l=gimmechocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8575146550264873600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633268953581803457&amp;postID=8575146550264873600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/8575146550264873600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/8575146550264873600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>******</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05190388050181732797</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-6633268953581803457.post-1269446155507080511</id><published>2007-03-14T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:08:27.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am quite worried that someone I know will find my blog, especially as I have been telling people I've started one. I have taken some small steps to covering my tracks, especially at work, deleting internet history and stuff. My husband is not sufficiently curious to go looking. I tried a google search for my blog name and there was a link to a diary type website where a lady was charting her fight with cancer. She said she also had a blog but then gave a link to MY blog. So I apologise to anyone expecting to read a blog about how someone is dealing with the day-to-day struggles of living with cancer and instead is reading about how good or bad my new sex toy is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On that subject, tried it again this morning, about 2 seconds, but very nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I applied for 3 jobs 2-3 weeks ago, not because I am desparate to leave but because I'm desparate to not be out of work if the unthinkable happens. I had a letter from one of the companies yesterday, 3 weeks after the closing date, so as I was opening it I was saying to hubby "oh this will be a no thank you letter". Imagine my surprise when I re-read it properly to find they've offered me an interview. You tend to lose hope 3 weeks after the closing date so I'm gobsmacked. I now have a couple of weeks to prepare myself, find something to wear and find out about the job. Out of the 3 jobs I applied for this was the least likely one I'd get.  I'm not going to say too much about the job (mainly because I don't know yet ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633268953581803457-1269446155507080511?l=gimmechocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1269446155507080511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633268953581803457&amp;postID=1269446155507080511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/1269446155507080511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/1269446155507080511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>******</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05190388050181732797</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-6633268953581803457.post-4213484366933977527</id><published>2007-03-07T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:44:15.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have batteries will use them :)</title><content type='html'>Ok, back to my previous post regarding my new toy. I have batteries, had to tell husband I needed them for the clock, well, one of them was but the other three were for my rabbit.  I couldn't wait any longer for him to take the initiative and away I went on my own. I have to say I was a little disappointed: it was all over so quick :) I don't if it was the anticipation or what but no sooner did I turn the thing on and feel its ears on my bits and that was it. I left it for a while before I tried it again because I wanted to enjoy the experience and revel in the whole big build up to my orgasm. Sure enough the second go was a much more satisfactory affair. All I have to do now is introduce it to my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633268953581803457-4213484366933977527?l=gimmechocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4213484366933977527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633268953581803457&amp;postID=4213484366933977527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/4213484366933977527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/4213484366933977527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-batteries-will-use-them.html' title='Have batteries will use them :)'/><author><name>******</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05190388050181732797</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-6633268953581803457.post-7544436779956055794</id><published>2007-02-21T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:36:06.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous/infamous Rabbit</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, at the suggestion of a colleague, I subscribed to Scarlet magazine. There were two options a low price for 12 issues, or pay slightly more but get a "free" gift. Said free gift was a rabbit. If you don't know what a rabbit is please consult an Ann Summers website/shop/catalogue!&lt;br /&gt;Now I should explain that I have possibly the shyest husband in the world, not sure how we ended up together but that's a whole other blog ;) He is very disapproving of 'toys' and thinks that only dirty women use them, so I failed to tell him about the option that didn't include the free gift.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it arrived today. I was quite nervous about opening the brown packaging. I had never seen a rabbit in the flesh, so to speak, only heard tales of their greatness. I have to say, it looks good. Bright pink and bendy but good :) Gutted it didn't come with batteries. Who wants to wait to try out new toys?? So gently had to introduce hubby to the whole new idea of toys in a close loving relationship. They're just a bit of FUN, right. Anyway, will get batteries tomorrow and hopefully report back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633268953581803457-7544436779956055794?l=gimmechocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7544436779956055794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633268953581803457&amp;postID=7544436779956055794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/7544436779956055794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/7544436779956055794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/famousinfamous-rabbit.html' title='The Famous/infamous Rabbit'/><author><name>******</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05190388050181732797</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-6633268953581803457.post-9036858533574536050</id><published>2007-02-20T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T03:21:45.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food or sex</title><content type='html'>I've just read an interesting statistic.... some survey has found that 31% of women would rather eat than have sex. Naturally this got me thinking. What foods would I definitely choose over sex, what foods would be a maybe, and which would be a definite no. And then of course, are we talking about that great mind-blowing sex, or the more usual ten minute, last thing at night, can't really bothered to try hard, sort of sex, because obviously this will alter things.&lt;br /&gt;So, if we're talking about the latter there's not really much competition.... Food wins.&lt;br /&gt;But it would have to be something great to compete with the former. Sex or cream slice: cream slice. Sex or peanuts: peanuts. Sex or roast chicken: roast chicken. Actually I'm struggling to think of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633268953581803457-9036858533574536050?l=gimmechocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9036858533574536050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6633268953581803457&amp;postID=9036858533574536050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/9036858533574536050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633268953581803457/posts/default/9036858533574536050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmechocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/food-or-sex.html' title='Food or sex'/><author><name>******</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05190388050181732797</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>
