I have called this a sex blog......................

I am sitting here on a Saturday night bored out of my mind. It's quarter to 8 at night, and I seriously don't have any plans. I mean, it's okay not to have plans sometimes, but for me it's rare. I know that if I were to get ready, I could go out and find something to do, I just don't feel like it. I tend to get a little depressed around this time of the year. I won't go in to it, it just brings me down further. I just saw my room mate for the first time in a week tonight, and just like she always does, walked around the house stark naked for a half an hour after she got out of the shower. I just find it funny because she has always done it, even from the first day I have moved in here. She is extremely pretty, but as dumb as a box of rocks and gullible as hell. Her gullibility is a story for another day, but her job is not. It is great having her as a roommate because she is a massage therapist. She works during the day at a chiropractors office, works 3 hours every night at a gym giving sports massages, works Saturday at a day spa, and Sunday's she spends over her mom's acting like the good little Mormon girl that she isn't. We rarely see each other, which is fine with me. But occasionally she will use me as a text subject to try something new. I certainly don't mind. Which brings me to a story about her.

I am not going to go in to my job too much, but occasionally I end up having to do something that comes really close to manual labor. I had only been Michelle's room mate for going on a month, and I had one of those days at work where I had to do something I wasn't used to. Now, I workout at least 6 days a week, but sometimes my job really throws me for a loop. So, here I am lying on the floor of the apartment when she comes home from work. I was just trying to stretch out my back, and she asks what is wrong. I tell her, and she tells me that she will make it all better. She brings out her massage table from her room, turns all the lights down, and tells me to go in to my room and strip down. When I come back out, she has a sheet over the table, some sort of Chinese chanty kind of music going, and a whole set of oils on an end table. I had a blanket wrapped around me, lay down on the table, and waited.

She is very, very good with her hands. She was doing things to my low back and thighs that just drove me crazy. She wasn't the least bit sexual at first, but the longer things went, it got more so. I thought it was just my imagination at first, but when she asked me to turn over, and didn't bother to cover my breasts back up, I wasn't sure what to do. When she started rubbing oil on them, I just closed my eyes and waited for what was to happen next. She continued to rub me, not unlike a normal massage..........but she did things to my breasts and nipples that drove me nuts. She later explained that among one of the classes she had taken was one on massages for pregnant women and new mom's. The massage was not meant to be sexual, but it depended on how you looked at it. So, anyways, when she moved to my groin area, I almost asked her to stop. But she started massaging only my thighs and the area above my "area". Her hands never once touched my pussy, but the massage made me wet just the same. She continued to rub my thighs, coming back to the area closest to my pussy every couple of minutes. I was turned on in the worst way, and really thought she was going to go down on me, or start to bang me, or something. But she didn't. Everything continued to be sort of "clinical". I was just about to ask her to stop so I could go in to my room and take care of myself (discretely of course), when she takes out this very small "neck"massager, and puts in on my clit. Within seconds, I had an intense orgasm that made my toes curl. She put her hand on my shoulder and told me to make sure I drank lots of water for the next few minutes, and went to her room. I put the blanket on, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I didn't know what to say when I came out to find her just walking out of her room. She asked me what I thought, and as I stood there fumbling for the words she said not to worry about it. I looked like I need a tension release, and any time I needed it again, just to say the word.

She has helped me on more than one occasion, and although it is sexual, she has never been "sexual". I have thought about asking what she thought about going a little further, but Michelle is a tad stand-offish, and not bisexual. I guess we will see.

Love ya

Wasn't quite what I expected.

Okay, I said in my last blog that I was all a flutter over Nikki coming over. And I really was. When she finally came over, it was getting late, and she smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. She walked in the door with some sort of swagger that said "I'm gonna get me some". She was acting like a man. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but if I am going to sleep with a woman, I want to sleep with a woman. Not a fucking dude with a vagina. We sat around, and I have to admit that I was crabby to begin with, but after drinking some wine with Nikki, I loosened up a bit. We start to talk about our "encounter", and she asks how much I liked it. I start to tell her that I really did, and next thing I know, she is on top of me. At first I let it happen, but the more she groped the more I wanted it to stop. I finally excused myself, and went in to the bathroom. I was trying to think of a way out of this mess when I remembered my "pay per use" phone that I got when I thought I lost mine. I turned it on, and called myself. I knew my phone was in the living room, so I came out, answered the phone, then had a conversation with brother and how we was going to jail.

So, I act like I am going to get ready, Nikki acts like she is going to go with me, and I wriggle and squirm my way through the conversation until she says she will catch me tomorrow. I had to keep up appearances, so I left my apartment, locked the door, and got in my truck. I didn't know what kind of vehicle Nikki drove, so I took the back way out of the apartment complex to see if she was following me, which she didn't.

So yeah, my idea of "lesbian romance" didn't pan out. I don't know why I got all girly about it. Yeah, I am a girl, no shit. But i have never subscribed to all that romantic shit. And it's not like what we did had absolutely any romance in it, or intimacy for that matter. But I was caught up in this idea that I had in my head.

I am done with girls? Yes and no. I won't be committing myself to a girl, but if I can continue to have my fun I will.

Love ya

Where do I begin?

Okay, like I have said before, no one has ever read this blog, (that I can tell), and no one knows who I am. My picture on Stumbleupon isn't me, (even though I have said it is), and even though my stories are 100% true, it's doubtful that anyone would be able to figure out who I am. So, after some serious thought, I am going to be honest.

I can't stop thinking about Nikki; the way she kissed me and how her kisses tasted like the cinnamon gum she was chewing, how her tongue felt in my pussy, how her stiff nipples felt against my tongue, how wet her pussy was, and how it tasted sweet...........Yeah, all of it. I can't stop thinking about it. At first I racked it up just to a great night of sex, and how that thing will stay with you for a while. But now that I have been awake, I think it's more. I want to see her again, I need to see her again.

I just sent her a text message, we will see if she answers back. I was actually nervous sending her a text. I guess I am too much of a fucking girl because I am treating her like I would a boy who I am hoping will call back. I am not a lesbian, but I want her again. I want to do the things to her that she begged for last night. Okay, she just sent me a text back. It says "Hiya sweety. At gmas, hoping I can see you after dinner. " I just sent her a text message that would be cool, and then I asked her what she thought about last night. I am kind of regretting sending that last part. Kind of stupid, I know. My heart is pounding out of my chest right now wondering what she is going to say. I am really confused right now, and my whole body is shaking like a leaf. She just texted back and it says; will call u when i am done, and last night was totally amazing. Was hopin for a replay. :0

I guess we will see what happens. Gonna go take a shower. Or should I wait? He he

Just woke up from a crazy Saturday night.

It's 3:00 in the afternoon, and I woke up about an hour ago. I didn't actually get to sleep until about seven this morning. But I will tell you what, it was one of those nights that I will be thinking about for years to come.

Okay, so I was at work last night when I got a text. Most of my friends know not to text me while I am at work (my boss is a bitch), so I snuck away to see who it was from. One of my really good friends from High School joined the Navy.We kind of fell out of touch a little bit because I changed High Schools, and she moved away to Boise. She was on vacation for two weeks, and was going to spend Christmas at her Grandmothers because all of her family was coming over from Boise, and wanted to know if I wanted to go out and party. This friend is a girl (a female sailor!) by the way, so I sent her back a text that I got off at 9:00, but had to go home and get cleaned up before I even thought about doing anything, and that if she still wasn't doing anything by then, to let me know.

So, I get off at 9:00 and Nikki calls me. I tell her that I am on my way home. We chat for a minute when she asks where I live and says she will meet me at my apartment. I get home, and she is already waiting in the parking lot. We hug, we exchange pleasantries, and go up to my place. I told her to make herself at home and excused myself to go take a shower. Well, Nikki follows me in to my bedroom. I wasn't thinking anything at this point, and just did what I normally would, and started to undress. I go to the gym every morning at 5am, and am used to undressing in front of other women, so I still think nothing of it. I excuse myself once again, and go in to the bathroom. Either she doesn't hear me, or doesn't care, because she follows me in. So, my bathroom only has a shower, and it has a clear glass shower door, so I was becoming to get a little self conscious. She continues to talk, telling me all about the Navy, and Boise and blah blah blah, while I shower. Then she asks if she could grab some clothes and take a shower because something about hating her grandma's shower because it smells of old people or something, and I tell her sure. She leaves the bathroom, and I sighed with relief.

Well, I am just getting through shaving, when I look up to see Nikki buck naked, heading for the shower. My heart damn near jumps out of my chest, and I just kind of stood there. She had an amazing body, the Navy had definitely done her good. BAM, I was wet! She opened the door, and stepped in like it was nothing. She seriously asked me, "You don't mind do you?" I didn't answer really, but nodded that it was okay. I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, and was getting ready to get out when she asked me to wash her back. I knew right there that things were going to get sexual. I honestly wasn't sure at that point if I was okay with it, but agreed anyways. Seeing the soap drip down her back, and between her ass cheeks was super hot, and had to keep myself from reaching down with my hand. Well, guess what, I was wrong. It didn't turn sexual. I finished washing her back, she thanked me, and I got out of the shower.

Like I have said before, I am bi. But bi is not really the right word. I have had sex with women, and have gone all the way on numerous occasions. But, to me, "bi" implies that I will have sex with either sex, and have no real favorite. But I do have a favorite, I like men more. I am not a lesbian, would never in a million years think about having a "girlfriend" or just have sex with women for a time. My experience with women has really been more of a thing that just "happened". I hope that makes sense, so keep that in mind as you read the rest of this.

Like I said, the thought of what didn't happen made my pussy wet, really wet. I had never thought of Nikki like that, but watching her take a shower was extremely erotic. I went back in the bathroom with a towel around me, and started to brush my teeth. Once I finished I said something and had no idea where it came from. "You know what Nikki, I actually thought you were going to make a move on me when we were in the shower." I surprised myself by saying it. It was really weird. And what Nikki said, surprised me even more. "I was trying to make a move on you by getting in the shower with you. When you got out, I wasn't going to push the issue." I didn't say anything, but I smiled at her. She smiled back, opened the shower door, and pulled me in.

Okay, I have to compose myself a little here. I don't really want to give a whole lot of details here because this is not a blow by blow account of my night. But to keep this short, we spent another 10 minutes in the shower until it went cold, and when it did, Nikki pulled me out and led me to the bedroom. Use your imagination for the rest of this, but we spent the next hour or so having fun with each other.

So, we get dressed, and seriously can't keep off of each other. I find out where there is a party, and we take my car and go pick up another friend. Nikki and Bailey know each other, so it is going well. Bailey is sitting in the back, Nikki is sitting sideways in the passenger seat, and we are all just talking. This party is supposed to be at a house that I know, but we can't seem to find it. Meanwhile, Nikki and Bailey start talking about sex, and Nikki blurts out that me and her just had sex for two hours before we picked her up. Bailey acts surprised (but I know she's not, me and I have done things) and then says something to the extent of "that sound like fun". We continue to drive around lost for a little bit, when Nikki says that we should go back to my house, get some liquor and see what happens.

So, we start doing shots when Nikki says we should play truth or dare. Bailey agrees, and when I don't say anything, Nikki asks me "Truth or Dare"? That's how it started. Bailey takes the first dare, and Nikki dares her to stick her finger in her pussy (her own) then lick her finger. Bailey does it, then Nikki takes a dare. Bailey dares her to stick a finger in her pussy (Bailey's) and lick her finger. After some laughs, Nikki kneels in front of Bailey on the couch, unbuttons her jeans, and sticks a finger in her pussy. I take a truth, then it's Bailey's turn again. Nikki dares Bailey to stick a finger in to my pussy. I kind of resisted, but let her do it anyways. But instead of just sticking her hand down my jeans, she pulls me pants and panties down and does it. Well, Nikki says something about how she wants a turn, and the next thing I know, both of the women are going down on me.

So, this all continues until early in the morning. We were drunk, high, and completely at ease with each other. I have never been so aroused for so long in my entire life. I don't know how to explain it. I wasn't sure that I wanted to be doing what I was doing, but I enjoyed every second of it.

I gotta say, Nikki is way more of a freak than I would have imagined. But that is a post for another day.

It has been quite the week.

Came back and read my post from Saturday.........Damn, what a rambling piece of shit that was. I was pretty tired and worn out when I wrote that, and it really did make sense in my head as I was writing it. Oh well, it's not like anyone has been reading these anyways. I have kept a diary since I was 9 or 10, and I kind of got out of it when I was out of High School. I certainly don't plan on writing on this every day, but I must say it is pretty therapeutic.

It has been a real shit week for me. Got a call Monday night from a friend who say my boyfriend over at Barnes & Noble with a girl. I knew his sister was in town, so stupid me, figured it was her. So I sent him a text to ask him what he was doing. Fucker told me he was at home with a headache watching wrestling. I still gave him the benefit of the doubt until my friend sent me a picture message with him and his slut. She definitely was not his sister. She was this little pixie emo barely five feet with short blond hair. She had her hand in his back pocket.

Was I pissed? Sure. Not so much because he was cheating, but because he didn't tell me that he wanted to move on. Move on, I don't give a fuck. He was another boy in a long line of boys that I will probably date before I someday get married. We wasn't "the one", and I told him so. But why lie? Why not man up and say that it was time to see other people. The bad part is, this little bitch is a Junior in fucking High School. Seriously? You can't find someone older to cheat on me with?

Whatever............So, on a different note: I went to a "sex party" at a friends house. The kind of party where you can buy dildo's and vibrators and creams and lotions and lingerie. Anyhow, this is the first one that I had ever been too. The lady that was doing it was funny as hell, and everyone was having a good time. So, she starts passing around Q-tips and a jar of jelly. She tells each of us to take a little bit on the Q-tip, and go in to the bathroom and rub a little bit on our clits. One at a time of course. I wasn't going to do it, but my married friend did it, and a couple of others, and I didn't wanna be left out. So I did. I can't remember what it was called (I didn't buy any), but HOLY SHIT. It kind of tingled at first, and it didn't really hit me until I went back out to sit down, but damn. I was soaking wet.........the kind of wet that made me worry about it soaking through my undies and getting a wet spot on my pants. And now that I think about it, I bet it is a set up. Get the women all horned up, then take them in to the bedroom to take their private orders. Yeah, I ended up buying the Blue Dolphin. Those of you that have it, know what I am talking about. I have had it less then 4 days, and have used it close to 10 times.

Anyways, have to take off now. Catch ya on the flip side.
Love ya

Interesting conversation on a boring Friday.

I live in a place where we have some pretty damn cold winters.....and some damn boring Friday nights. I had made plans to go to a party, but a friend just broke up with her boyfriend, and wanted to talk about it. We spent most of the night driving around in my truck, doing just that, talking. To give you a little background on my friend, who I'll call "Sasha". Sasha is quite the drama queen, and tends to stretch the truth, a lot. So tonight, as we were talking, I find out little bits of information that made me question the veracity (is that a word? veracity? whatever) of the whole thing. First off, she tells me that she lost her virginity at age 9 by an older boy who took advantage of her. And because of that instance, it made her a slut. I have only known Sasha for about a year and a half, and in that little time, I can assure you that she is a slut. Yeah, I have had my fair share of partners, but I knew their names. Not Sasha, she has had sex with tons of anonymous guys and girls, and will tell anyone who will listen. Anyhow, she blames her slutiness of losing her virginity so early, and blames her boyfriend's leaving her on the fact that she was a slut. She knew the poor dude less than a half an hour before she was blowing him in the parking lot of a grocery store. She was too much for him, and he straight up told her so. The night after they met, she introduced this mama's boy to handjob's, anal sex, 69 and swallowing. This kid went from wanking himself to his dad's Playboy's to Porno Sex in one night. Sure, he was in over his head, and yeah, it's your own fault. But you can't tell her that, it's best just to listen. And listen I did. 3 hours I listened, my whole night was blown. Poor Sasha was going to stop being a slut, and find a good boy to settle down with. Well, maybe tomorrow night she said. Her exact words to me were "I'm too fucking horny to stop tonight, I'll start tomorrow."

I'm sure this won't be the last time I blog about Sasha. She has tried on numerous occasions to show me videos that she has made of her having sex. Maybe if I get the guts to take her up on it one of these days, I will share with you.

Love you.............

First Blog, like ever.......Emo Guys and real men.

Okay, this is my first blog! Oh wow. Blogging has only been around for like, forever. I am like that chick in the Twix commercial who just fell for the line from the dude at the party. "I love to Blog!" Except with my luck, I would get to the dude's house and would end up watching him make out on the couch with another dude. Which brings me to this: What is it with all these Emo bisexual guys now? I know, girls have been making out with each other and doing sexual things forever, when did guys start doing it, and when did it become mainstream? To each his own, whatever, but why does it seem all the guys my age, (that aren't mormon or cowboys) are emo? Or quasi-emo? So, I am at this party last year (first experience with this), and it was a typical small town kegger, and most of the people there were actually at least 18. So anyways, I start talking with this hooded boy in skinny jeans next to the beer table. We kind of hit it off, and a little while later, we are making out on a couch somewhere. Just then, his "buddy" comes and sits next to him, puts his hand on his leg, and starts stroking it. This emo still has his toungue halfway down my throat, and his "buddy" is putting the moves on him. I was a little surprised, but the look on my face must have somehow said "Yeah, go ahead and make out with your friend there, that would be fuckin' hot." Because, yeah, he did. I sat there, still blown the fuck away, as these dudes kissed. And apparently I was the only one surprised because no one said anything. They stopped kissing long enough to ask me to join them for some fun upstairs. I was drunk, and a little high, so I said yes. We barely got in the room before emo boy #1 had the cock of emo boy #2 halfway down his throat! Still surprised, and blown away from this car wreck in front of me, stood there like a moron and watched. I got turned on, yeah. And against my better judgement, continued to watch. It was the weirdest thing. So, that brings me to my question? Is our society doomed to have only men who wanna be woman? Nuff said for now, gotta go back to work.

Love ya