Like I said, it was a long drive to the hotel, but it was a good time. Even up to this point, Michelle didn't really reciprocate anything I was doing. Which was totally fine, she was driving, and I was really getting off on playing with her. We got the the hotel, and although I wasn't expecting her to get some motor lodge, I didn't expect it to be this fancy. Then, to top it off, there was a jacuzzi tub in the room, but I will get to that later.
So, we pull up to one of the side doors, and Michelle grabs a bag. Now I am feeling kind of trashy, because I don't have "a bag", but I am past the point of caring right now. We get up to the room, and Michelle is acting really nervous and fidgety. She puts the bag down on the bed, and excuses herself to go to the bathroom. I wasn't exactly sure what to do next, so I took off my shoes, socks and unbuttoned my shirt just a bit.
Michelle came out of the bathroom about five minutes later wearing the most amazing outfit. She was wearing a black, lace corset with tall, knee length high heeled boots. Her underwear were these lacy little "boy" shorts with an open crotch. I was in awe. The whole time she was in the bathroom, I really thought that she was just trying to get her nerve up again to keep going. I certainly didn't think that we was going on offense, and was going to initiate the rest.
The jacuzzi tub was right inside the room only feet from the bed. It was the biggest tub I had ever seen. It was longer than I am tall, and damn near as wide. And it was deep too, with lights that changed colors, jets and separate bubbles that came up from the bottom. Anyways, Michelle walks up to me, gently kisses me on the mouth, slightly slips her tongue in to my mouth, puts her hand under my chin, and tells me "Just wait here, I have big plans for us."
Michelle unzips the bag that she brought back out of the bathroom with her, and brings out a bottle of Victoria Secret "Love Spell" bubble bath. She turns on the tub, and starts pouring way more bubblebath in to the stream of water than she needed to. When the temperature was to her liking, she came back over to me.
As if I would say no, she asks if she could give me a massage. I give her the obvious answer, and she tells me to go in to the bathroom, do whatever I felt like I needed to do, and come out with just a towel on. I thought it was kind of weird that she told me to "do whatever I needed to" in the bathroom, but kind of ignored it. I got in to the bathroom and found that she had a couple of toothbrushes set to the side, some mouthwash, some body spray, and a little note that said "Use whatever you want." I brushed my teeth without thinking it was a hint that I had bad breath, removed my clothes, folded them nice and neat on the counter, wrapped a towel around me, and went back out in to the room.
She had brought some candles with her in that bag of hers, and had them lit now. The room had a very "romantic" glow to it, and was still in awe. She took my hand, and pulled me to her. Our mouths met again, and her tongue wrestled with mine. She brought her hand up behind my neck, and started kissing me almost like a man would. It was fucking hot.......seriously. She kissed my neck, then whispered in to my ear to lay down on the bed.
For the next ten minutes or so, she gave me a seriously awesome massage. She had stayed away from my ass and my pussy the whole time she massaged my back(to my disappointment), and then asked me to roll over. She undid my towel and set it to each side of my body. I thought she was going to start massaging my front, but instead helped me up and led me over to the tub.
I stepped in to the tub, and it was super hot. Not too bad, but kind of surprising anyways. I asked her if she was going to join me, and she said yes, right after she turned on some music. She pulled her Ipod out of her purse, and then pulled out a little docking station with speakers out of her bag. (She really had thought of everything.)
Once the music was going, she started this little striptease, that wasn't a striptease. She looked sexy as hell in her little get-up, and was looking sexy as hell as she slowly took it off. Once the last piece of clothing hit the floor, she finally came over to the tub, and got in. The hot water was a surprise to her too, and she made a display of it being too hot.
She sat opposite of me, and started rubbing my feet, and legs, and thighs, and I did the same. It got to be too much, and was just about to get up and go over to her, when she made her way over to me. She lay on top of me, and we kissed. We kissed like two high school kids going at it, it was really fun. It didn't take her long before her hand found me waiting pussy. She actually whispered in my ear, your pussy is the first pussy I have ever touched besides my own. Her fingers explored every inch of my pussy as we continued our make out session. I was wetter than I had been in a very long time, and I am not kidding you, I could actually feel it get wetter when she told me, "I want to taste you!"
I will continue the story tomorrow, if I can. Had some setbacks.
It has been a week since I posted the last time, but I am recovering from a really bad car accident. I have 4 broken ribs,a punctured lung, a broken pelvis, had to have my appendix taken out because of it, broke a bunch of blood vessels in my eyes, had a severe concussion, and broke my left wrist.
I was coming up to an intersection at 9:30pm last Tuesday, and because the light was red, was slowing down well before the light. I got a few car lengths away from the light, and it turned to green, so I went. I just got in to the intersection when from the my drive's side came a white ford Taurus. He admitted that he was trying to beat the light. My truck is totalled. When he hit me my truck slid sideways and when I hit the curb, flipped the truck on to it's top, as it wrapped around the stop light pole on the passenger side.
I could complain, but I won't. Just happy to be alive. Nurse just came in and gave me some sleeping meds, and I am going to fall asleep watching TV instead of letting my laptop fall on the ground when I konk out.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Michelle, Michelle. You are quite the little freak.
Saturday afternoon I found myself needing to burn off a ton of bad energy and get my mind right, so I went to my health club. Saturday afternoon is a horrible time to go to my club. It is the biggest in town, has the most members, and is the most crowded. But I digress. I knew what it was going to be like, and I just needed to work out until my nipples popped. Ever since the "Jamie" incident, I have been on a rampage, and in the worst of moods.
I had been at the club and really had a good workout going. I was going a little overboard, but I needed it. I had a really good sweat going, and was feeling ultra-icky and almost didn't go to the juice bar. But I remembered where I was, and that I still didn't really give a fuck, and went over anyways. As I was waiting to order, I feel a cold hand on my arm. I turn around and who should it be? Michelle.
We exchanged pleasantries and what have you, and by the time I got up to order, she said it was nice to see me and left. It was slightly uncomfortable to me, and I knew it had to be really uncomfortable to her, so I half expected it. I got my smoothy and a bottle of water, and found my sit down spot over by the running track where I wasn't in anyone's way, and could still see a TV.
I was feeling better than I had in quite a while, and the endorphins were still raging through my body when Michelle came and sat next to me. I have to paraphrase here, but the conversation kind of went like this:
Her: Um, so, about the other day...............
Me: Don't worry about it. I was fine with it.
Her: I've never done anything like that before.
Me: I could kind of tell.
Her: Like I said, I am sorry.
Me: Sorry for what?
Her: Sorry for thinking that you were the kind of person that would go for that.
Me: You shouldn't be sorry. You were right.
Her: Huh?
Me: You were right to think that I might go for something like that.
Her: Which part.
Me: I didn't know there were parts.
Her: Well your email said.........
(By the way, I never mentioned that I answered her emails with another email. None of that really matters, because we are where we are now. So, keep reading.)
Her: cont......said that my husband could not know, and that you would be willing to trade experience for help.
Me: Yeah, but I am not a whore, a hooker, a callgirl, none of that stuff, and if for any reason I think that I am somehow an employee, it's done.
Her: Oh god no.
Blah Blah Blah. The conversation went on for probably a half an hour, and the longer I talked with her, the more I felt comfortable with her. She told me that she had kissed other girls when she was drunk, grabbed a few boobies, that kind of thing, but had always wanted to go further. When I asked her why she hadn't, it was because of her husband. When she started going in to more intimate details with her husband, I had to stop her, I really didn't want to know.
So, anyways, I ask her how she wants to go about this and all. I then remind her that she had stopped part way last time whining about cheating on her husband. She told me that was no longer the case, and that she would like to do this at a hotel. We talked for a few minutes, and then set it up for her to call me with the details later, and that she could come pick me up.
She called me at 6:30, and asked if she could come by and pick me up at 7:30. I told her yes, then asked her how she was going to get away for so long. She had told me that David had taken the kids to his parent's cabin to go snowmaching, and that she had to stay home to take care of a house she was listing. I still half expected her husband to be waiting (after the Jamie fiasco), but I did't think she would do that because of my protests.
The first few minutes of our drive was slow and quiet until we hit the "main drag". Michelle has a really sweet white BWM with sunroof, leather, you know, all the fancy shit. We hit a spot light, and two guys pull up next to us in one of those 4cylinder rice burner's and they start cat calling. I looked over at Michelle, and she continued to look forward in a state of her own nervousness, and knew I had to do something. I turned around in my seat, leaned over to Michelle, and stuck my tongue down her mouth. At first she didn't kiss back, I think I shocked her, but half a second later, we were making out at the red light with the car behind us honking, and the guys next to us honking. I had broken the ice.
I told her we should cruise around for a while, and just see what happens. We did the make out thing at a few more lights, and each time we did, I used my free hand to rub her very warm crotch. As she drove, I would kiss her ears, kiss her neck, stick my hand in to her shirt, under he bra, and pinch her nipple. The ice was officially broke when I stuck my finger in to my wet pussy and then stuck it in her mouth. She eagerly licked my juices and told me she wanted more. We made a bee-line to the hotel she had gotten, and it was a long 10 minute drive.
It's 10:30, and have to get up at 4:00 to take a friend in for surgery. Will write the rest tomorrow.
Love ya
I had been at the club and really had a good workout going. I was going a little overboard, but I needed it. I had a really good sweat going, and was feeling ultra-icky and almost didn't go to the juice bar. But I remembered where I was, and that I still didn't really give a fuck, and went over anyways. As I was waiting to order, I feel a cold hand on my arm. I turn around and who should it be? Michelle.
We exchanged pleasantries and what have you, and by the time I got up to order, she said it was nice to see me and left. It was slightly uncomfortable to me, and I knew it had to be really uncomfortable to her, so I half expected it. I got my smoothy and a bottle of water, and found my sit down spot over by the running track where I wasn't in anyone's way, and could still see a TV.
I was feeling better than I had in quite a while, and the endorphins were still raging through my body when Michelle came and sat next to me. I have to paraphrase here, but the conversation kind of went like this:
Her: Um, so, about the other day...............
Me: Don't worry about it. I was fine with it.
Her: I've never done anything like that before.
Me: I could kind of tell.
Her: Like I said, I am sorry.
Me: Sorry for what?
Her: Sorry for thinking that you were the kind of person that would go for that.
Me: You shouldn't be sorry. You were right.
Her: Huh?
Me: You were right to think that I might go for something like that.
Her: Which part.
Me: I didn't know there were parts.
Her: Well your email said.........
(By the way, I never mentioned that I answered her emails with another email. None of that really matters, because we are where we are now. So, keep reading.)
Her: cont......said that my husband could not know, and that you would be willing to trade experience for help.
Me: Yeah, but I am not a whore, a hooker, a callgirl, none of that stuff, and if for any reason I think that I am somehow an employee, it's done.
Her: Oh god no.
Blah Blah Blah. The conversation went on for probably a half an hour, and the longer I talked with her, the more I felt comfortable with her. She told me that she had kissed other girls when she was drunk, grabbed a few boobies, that kind of thing, but had always wanted to go further. When I asked her why she hadn't, it was because of her husband. When she started going in to more intimate details with her husband, I had to stop her, I really didn't want to know.
So, anyways, I ask her how she wants to go about this and all. I then remind her that she had stopped part way last time whining about cheating on her husband. She told me that was no longer the case, and that she would like to do this at a hotel. We talked for a few minutes, and then set it up for her to call me with the details later, and that she could come pick me up.
She called me at 6:30, and asked if she could come by and pick me up at 7:30. I told her yes, then asked her how she was going to get away for so long. She had told me that David had taken the kids to his parent's cabin to go snowmaching, and that she had to stay home to take care of a house she was listing. I still half expected her husband to be waiting (after the Jamie fiasco), but I did't think she would do that because of my protests.
The first few minutes of our drive was slow and quiet until we hit the "main drag". Michelle has a really sweet white BWM with sunroof, leather, you know, all the fancy shit. We hit a spot light, and two guys pull up next to us in one of those 4cylinder rice burner's and they start cat calling. I looked over at Michelle, and she continued to look forward in a state of her own nervousness, and knew I had to do something. I turned around in my seat, leaned over to Michelle, and stuck my tongue down her mouth. At first she didn't kiss back, I think I shocked her, but half a second later, we were making out at the red light with the car behind us honking, and the guys next to us honking. I had broken the ice.
I told her we should cruise around for a while, and just see what happens. We did the make out thing at a few more lights, and each time we did, I used my free hand to rub her very warm crotch. As she drove, I would kiss her ears, kiss her neck, stick my hand in to her shirt, under he bra, and pinch her nipple. The ice was officially broke when I stuck my finger in to my wet pussy and then stuck it in her mouth. She eagerly licked my juices and told me she wanted more. We made a bee-line to the hotel she had gotten, and it was a long 10 minute drive.
It's 10:30, and have to get up at 4:00 to take a friend in for surgery. Will write the rest tomorrow.
Love ya
Friday, January 22, 2010
Jamie, I am sorry...........
Jamie, I am sorry. I know you read my blog, and I want you to understand that I am sorry.
Sorry that you are a lying fucking whore who let's her dickless ex-boyfriend tell you what you are going to do. And double fuck you if this really was your idea. And yeah, I will be writing about our little tryst, but it won't be for a while. I don't want to show that cunt in a good light right now because what happened between us wasn't exactly "special" but it was really nice.
That bitch actually sent me a text message saying how sorry she was, and her boyfriend "made" her do it. I am sorry, but if you really are that fucking spineless that you would let your someone do that in your life, then you deserve to be miserable.
To my readers: This is a blog about me, and I apologize if you came her today wanting something more. This is me, and I just may vent more about her before it's all said and done. But, know this constant reader, (Extra points to the first person that can tell me who coined that phrase)I have a lot about my past that I plan on sharing on here, so just stick with me.
Love ya,
Sammy
Sorry that you are a lying fucking whore who let's her dickless ex-boyfriend tell you what you are going to do. And double fuck you if this really was your idea. And yeah, I will be writing about our little tryst, but it won't be for a while. I don't want to show that cunt in a good light right now because what happened between us wasn't exactly "special" but it was really nice.
That bitch actually sent me a text message saying how sorry she was, and her boyfriend "made" her do it. I am sorry, but if you really are that fucking spineless that you would let your someone do that in your life, then you deserve to be miserable.
To my readers: This is a blog about me, and I apologize if you came her today wanting something more. This is me, and I just may vent more about her before it's all said and done. But, know this constant reader, (Extra points to the first person that can tell me who coined that phrase)I have a lot about my past that I plan on sharing on here, so just stick with me.
Love ya,
Sammy
More on that bitch Jamie
So, last night, I had just gotten home from work, and getting ready to make me some Mac N'Cheese when my cell phone rings. It's Jamie. Seems that she was in town to see a friend in the hospital, and wanted to see if I was home from work, and if she could come over and see me. She was fun, and we had a good time, so I said yes. My roommate is still gone until next Tuesday, so I figured it was all good.
Jamie gets there, we start in on a bottle of wine that she brought, and within a half an hour, are making out on the floor in front of the TV. We are starting to get in to it, when she gets a text message. Now mind you, it pissed me off when she literally took her hand from down my pants to read the text. I was absolutely fuming after what happened next. I am going to paraphrase the next part of this, just so you get an idea of the conversation. And yeah, I may take a few liberties with what she says. Oh, another thing, her name isn't Jamie, it's Brynnda.
She puts the phone back up on the couch. Me: "What text would you get that was so important?" Brynnda/Jamie/Bitch: "Well, it was my ex boyfriend, we have kind of been talking lately." Me: "Well, if you have to go, you have to go, no big deal." Bitch: "Well, I was going to bring this up earlier, but would it be a big deal if he came over here?" Me: "Are you out of your fucking mind? We are inches away from fucking, and you want your EX boyfriend to come over?" Cuntface liar: "Well, yeah. I told him about us, and he wants to meet you." Me: "Meet me? Or watch me fuck his girlfriend? Or have a three way with his girlfriend, and his girlfriends new friend?" SLutbag whore: "It's not like that, really. He just wants to meet you." By now, she was visibly shaking, and I could tell she was getting really uncomfortable. Me:"Do you really expect me to believe that? Why in the fuck would you tell him about you and I?"
Cumdumpster bitch: "Well, you were going to write in your blog about me!" Me: "That is not the same and you know it." Cuntsack: "Whatever you say, so I guess I should leave." Me: "You don't have to, I just want you to be honest with me. If you had something planned, you have to tell me. How do you know that I'm not open to a threeway?" Dumbasswhore: "Really? Because that's kind of what the plan was. I want to get back with my boyfriend, and I figured what better way to get in to his good graces than by hooking him up like this." Me: "That's what I thought. Now you can fucking leave."
It took all I could muster to keep from pushing the bitch over the banister to the parking lot below. And wouldn't you fucking know it, her slimebag boyfriend was IN THE FUCKING PARKING LOT waiting for the go ahead.
CHRIST! Why does everyone have to be so fucked up? I have to go to work now, and I don't know if I am done venting yet. As a matter of fact, I am really thinking about finding this bitch and fuckin her up. But I probably won't. I have been in fights before, but the last time I searched someone down just to beat her ass, I ended up walking away after the first punch. I just couldn't keep the anger inside me. I guess we will see. I know from a conversation that her and I had that she will be at a party that I had absolutely no intention of going to on Saturday.
Dumb bitch anyhow.
Lova ya
Sammie
Jamie gets there, we start in on a bottle of wine that she brought, and within a half an hour, are making out on the floor in front of the TV. We are starting to get in to it, when she gets a text message. Now mind you, it pissed me off when she literally took her hand from down my pants to read the text. I was absolutely fuming after what happened next. I am going to paraphrase the next part of this, just so you get an idea of the conversation. And yeah, I may take a few liberties with what she says. Oh, another thing, her name isn't Jamie, it's Brynnda.
She puts the phone back up on the couch. Me: "What text would you get that was so important?" Brynnda/Jamie/Bitch: "Well, it was my ex boyfriend, we have kind of been talking lately." Me: "Well, if you have to go, you have to go, no big deal." Bitch: "Well, I was going to bring this up earlier, but would it be a big deal if he came over here?" Me: "Are you out of your fucking mind? We are inches away from fucking, and you want your EX boyfriend to come over?" Cuntface liar: "Well, yeah. I told him about us, and he wants to meet you." Me: "Meet me? Or watch me fuck his girlfriend? Or have a three way with his girlfriend, and his girlfriends new friend?" SLutbag whore: "It's not like that, really. He just wants to meet you." By now, she was visibly shaking, and I could tell she was getting really uncomfortable. Me:"Do you really expect me to believe that? Why in the fuck would you tell him about you and I?"
Cumdumpster bitch: "Well, you were going to write in your blog about me!" Me: "That is not the same and you know it." Cuntsack: "Whatever you say, so I guess I should leave." Me: "You don't have to, I just want you to be honest with me. If you had something planned, you have to tell me. How do you know that I'm not open to a threeway?" Dumbasswhore: "Really? Because that's kind of what the plan was. I want to get back with my boyfriend, and I figured what better way to get in to his good graces than by hooking him up like this." Me: "That's what I thought. Now you can fucking leave."
It took all I could muster to keep from pushing the bitch over the banister to the parking lot below. And wouldn't you fucking know it, her slimebag boyfriend was IN THE FUCKING PARKING LOT waiting for the go ahead.
CHRIST! Why does everyone have to be so fucked up? I have to go to work now, and I don't know if I am done venting yet. As a matter of fact, I am really thinking about finding this bitch and fuckin her up. But I probably won't. I have been in fights before, but the last time I searched someone down just to beat her ass, I ended up walking away after the first punch. I just couldn't keep the anger inside me. I guess we will see. I know from a conversation that her and I had that she will be at a party that I had absolutely no intention of going to on Saturday.
Dumb bitch anyhow.
Lova ya
Sammie
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Jamie
I am not a workaholic, nor a study-holic, but I get caught up in both to the point that it sometimes seems that way. That's how this week has been, and I hate that. But I have had time to chat online with a new friend named "Jamie" since last Sunday. She sent me a message on "stumbleupon" a week or so ago, and I answered it the next day. I got another message from her saying that she loved my blog, and that we should chat. I answered her, and ended the message by saying something to the extent that maybe "i will have a reason to put her in to my blog." She lol'ed it, and we have been talking on Messenger pretty much ever since. Jamie is from a town a little more than 45 minutes away, and it was suggested that we should meet halfway and have coffee or something. I suggested a new place that was closer to her than me, but I would be willing to drive that far. I got off work at 7:00 and told her that I would need till 8:30. Our conversations had turned pretty "sexy" on occasion, and although we were just friends, I certainly wasn't going to meet her in sweats, flipflops and a hoody like I would my other friends. I went home, showered, did my makeup, did my hair and then at the last minute, did myself before leaving at 7:50.
So we meet, and she is every bit as cute as the pictures she sent me. She is the same height as me, hair so blond that it could be white, the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in person, and a pair of barely "b's" that liked to show off hard nipples. She orders a Diet Coke and a plate of fries, and like the pig I am, order a Dr. Pepper and a Bacon cheeseburger with fries. I was fuckin' hungry! I had a banana for breakfast, half of a dry-ass granola bar at noon, and nothing since. So yeah, whatever, it wasn't a date. We talked like we had been friends forever, and were both on our 3rd refill before she suggested that we go somewhere else and talk. I honestly didn't know where we could go around where we were, and told her so. She suggested that we go to back to her place.
I'm not stupid, I knew where this was going. I was totally game for whatever happened. But I sure as hell wasn't going to drive another 25 miles down the road at 10:00 at night, only to find myself driving 53 miles back to my place at god knows what time. I didn't have any classes the next morning until 11:00, so that wasn't the issue, I just HATE trying to find my way around "her town", and sure as fuck didn't want to do it at night, and so far from home. I tried to think of a polite way to say "no", but it pretty much came out lame, so I just ended up telling her the truth.
She said that was cool, and spent the next 15 minutes or so "saying goodbye". I finally grabbed the check, grabbed my coat, and said that I should be getting home. We argued over me paying for her french fries and coke until I just handed the cashier my debit card and told that it was already done. As the cashier ran my debit card, I reached in to my purse and grabbed my keys, pushing the gray one on the bottom to remotely start it. Jamie didn't catch what I was doing, and after we had said goodbye, got a little freaked out by me walking towards the running Dodge Dakota in the parking lot. She sort of ran up to me and asked who I was with? I explained that I had a remote start, and it was all good.
We stood there for another minute, saying goodbye again, when she says to me, "You live in (fill in the blank) huh?" I told her yeah, and that I thought she knew that. She then asks, "So, do you have your own place?" (A fact that we had discussed a couple of times before).I tell her yes, but I have a roommate. Then, without really thinking, tell her that my roommate is back east at a funeral. Blah, Blah, Blah, Jamie follows me home.
Like I said, I knew what was probably going to happen, and I wanted it to happen. You have to understand, Jamie is an absolute cutie, and I really wanted to see her naked. Yeah, I'm a pig. LOL. Anyways, we get to my place, I turn on the light, throw my keys and purse on the kitchen table, and close the door after her. As I am throwing my jacket on the back of the chair, she comes up behind me, puts her arms around my waist, and whispers in to my ear, "Would you mind if we just went in to the bedroom?" I turned around to more or less say yes, and then ask if she wanted something to drink, but as soon as I did, she kissed me.
At first, she wasn't a very good kisser. Either that, or I just wasn't feeling comfortable, I don't know. So, we kiss for a minute, and then I ask if she wants something to drink. She asks for some ice water, and I go to get it. She was in the living room when I went to the kitchen to get her ice water, and by the time I got her water and me another Dr. Pepper, she was already in my room, laying on the bed, completely naked.
Call it luck, or call it "magnetism" of some kind, but I am just going to have to get used to it. I promised Jamie that I wouldn't give out any details of anything that happened once we were both in my bedroom, so I won't. Use your imagination....................LOL. But I can tell you one thing, remember who I talked a little bit about anal sex with my boyfriend? I can tell you what, it is totally something else when you do it with a girl.
Love ya
Sammie
So we meet, and she is every bit as cute as the pictures she sent me. She is the same height as me, hair so blond that it could be white, the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in person, and a pair of barely "b's" that liked to show off hard nipples. She orders a Diet Coke and a plate of fries, and like the pig I am, order a Dr. Pepper and a Bacon cheeseburger with fries. I was fuckin' hungry! I had a banana for breakfast, half of a dry-ass granola bar at noon, and nothing since. So yeah, whatever, it wasn't a date. We talked like we had been friends forever, and were both on our 3rd refill before she suggested that we go somewhere else and talk. I honestly didn't know where we could go around where we were, and told her so. She suggested that we go to back to her place.
I'm not stupid, I knew where this was going. I was totally game for whatever happened. But I sure as hell wasn't going to drive another 25 miles down the road at 10:00 at night, only to find myself driving 53 miles back to my place at god knows what time. I didn't have any classes the next morning until 11:00, so that wasn't the issue, I just HATE trying to find my way around "her town", and sure as fuck didn't want to do it at night, and so far from home. I tried to think of a polite way to say "no", but it pretty much came out lame, so I just ended up telling her the truth.
She said that was cool, and spent the next 15 minutes or so "saying goodbye". I finally grabbed the check, grabbed my coat, and said that I should be getting home. We argued over me paying for her french fries and coke until I just handed the cashier my debit card and told that it was already done. As the cashier ran my debit card, I reached in to my purse and grabbed my keys, pushing the gray one on the bottom to remotely start it. Jamie didn't catch what I was doing, and after we had said goodbye, got a little freaked out by me walking towards the running Dodge Dakota in the parking lot. She sort of ran up to me and asked who I was with? I explained that I had a remote start, and it was all good.
We stood there for another minute, saying goodbye again, when she says to me, "You live in (fill in the blank) huh?" I told her yeah, and that I thought she knew that. She then asks, "So, do you have your own place?" (A fact that we had discussed a couple of times before).I tell her yes, but I have a roommate. Then, without really thinking, tell her that my roommate is back east at a funeral. Blah, Blah, Blah, Jamie follows me home.
Like I said, I knew what was probably going to happen, and I wanted it to happen. You have to understand, Jamie is an absolute cutie, and I really wanted to see her naked. Yeah, I'm a pig. LOL. Anyways, we get to my place, I turn on the light, throw my keys and purse on the kitchen table, and close the door after her. As I am throwing my jacket on the back of the chair, she comes up behind me, puts her arms around my waist, and whispers in to my ear, "Would you mind if we just went in to the bedroom?" I turned around to more or less say yes, and then ask if she wanted something to drink, but as soon as I did, she kissed me.
At first, she wasn't a very good kisser. Either that, or I just wasn't feeling comfortable, I don't know. So, we kiss for a minute, and then I ask if she wants something to drink. She asks for some ice water, and I go to get it. She was in the living room when I went to the kitchen to get her ice water, and by the time I got her water and me another Dr. Pepper, she was already in my room, laying on the bed, completely naked.
Call it luck, or call it "magnetism" of some kind, but I am just going to have to get used to it. I promised Jamie that I wouldn't give out any details of anything that happened once we were both in my bedroom, so I won't. Use your imagination....................LOL. But I can tell you one thing, remember who I talked a little bit about anal sex with my boyfriend? I can tell you what, it is totally something else when you do it with a girl.
Love ya
Sammie
Monday, January 18, 2010
Crazy ass dream!
I am not one of those people that dream all that often. I am sure it could be medically explained, but I usually only dream when I am taking a nap or I am sick. Well, the sick thing is the category I am in now. I seem to be getting over it, but I still feel like I need the Nyquil before I go to bed. (That's probably going to be a new wall I have to get over before too long also, but I digress.)So, last night is no different, and I finally fell asleep about midnight. I want to give you a little background on my dreams: My dreams rarely make absolutely any sense, and sometimes leave me wondering why my subconscious is so fucked up. I rarely dream about sex, and when I do, the person is usually anonymous. And when I am sick, my dreams get really weird and play in my head like a movie. Lately, I have been keeping a dream journal by my bed, and when I wake up, I write down everything I remember, then walk away. If I remember any more pieces, I go back to it. I have been doing it for probably a year now, and I have really found that when I go back and read them weeks later, I can sometimes remember more of that original dream. I am getting much better at remembering more of my dreams, now that I have trained my brain to remember more. But, like I said before, sometimes I go a couple of weeks before another entry gets made in to the journal. Last night, I had a real doozy of a dream. Here goes:
I was sitting on a bench outside of Walmart next to a statue of Ronald McDonald. Only, Ronald wasn't a statue, he was a person dressed up as Ronald McDonald and he kept making these really sexual remarks to me. I tried to get up, but for some reason I couldn't. I had a bottle of water in my hand, and when he grabbed my boob, I threw the water on him. The makeup starting running off of him, and underneath the makeup was the guy who sells me my Vitamin Water in the morning at the convenience store on my way to school. Once he gets up and starts to walk away, I find myself walking across a snowy field towards a carnival. I keep walking and walking and I don't get any closer, and I am really cold. I look down, and I am wearing socks, but I am nude except for that. There are people in a red car following me, honking the horn and yelling at me to get in with them, but I don't want to, I just want to get to the carnival. Next thing I know I am walking hand in hand with a cheerleader and we are on our way to some ride at the carnival. But it was no longer cold. I turn around, because someone yells my name, and the cheerleader is gone. I spend the rest of my dream wandering around the carnival, crying that I have lost her, and I am asking everyone if they have seen the cheerleader. Then I woke up.
See, makes no fucking sense. My roommate gave me a book by Sylvia Brown and it is supposed to be about "decoding your dreams" or something like that, but it doesn't work, from what I can tell. I am going to get in the shower now, and maybe watch a little TV. I may get on a little later and tell everyone about the conversation I had with Michelle (from last night).
I was sitting on a bench outside of Walmart next to a statue of Ronald McDonald. Only, Ronald wasn't a statue, he was a person dressed up as Ronald McDonald and he kept making these really sexual remarks to me. I tried to get up, but for some reason I couldn't. I had a bottle of water in my hand, and when he grabbed my boob, I threw the water on him. The makeup starting running off of him, and underneath the makeup was the guy who sells me my Vitamin Water in the morning at the convenience store on my way to school. Once he gets up and starts to walk away, I find myself walking across a snowy field towards a carnival. I keep walking and walking and I don't get any closer, and I am really cold. I look down, and I am wearing socks, but I am nude except for that. There are people in a red car following me, honking the horn and yelling at me to get in with them, but I don't want to, I just want to get to the carnival. Next thing I know I am walking hand in hand with a cheerleader and we are on our way to some ride at the carnival. But it was no longer cold. I turn around, because someone yells my name, and the cheerleader is gone. I spend the rest of my dream wandering around the carnival, crying that I have lost her, and I am asking everyone if they have seen the cheerleader. Then I woke up.
See, makes no fucking sense. My roommate gave me a book by Sylvia Brown and it is supposed to be about "decoding your dreams" or something like that, but it doesn't work, from what I can tell. I am going to get in the shower now, and maybe watch a little TV. I may get on a little later and tell everyone about the conversation I had with Michelle (from last night).
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Too far fetched to be believable
Dear Penthouse Forum:
No seriously, what I am about to say on here is like one of those moments, and I am still reeling from it. I just got back from the gym. I don't usually go at night, but I haven't been since last Wednesday, and today I felt better than I have in a long time.
So, it's 4:00 and I have already cleaned the whole apartment, done every bit of my laundry, took an hour long bath where I shaved for the first time in nearly 3 weeks, painted my toenails, tweezed my eyebrows and still had energy to spare. I called up my usual work out partner and she was out of town, so I called the only person I know that has a membership to this gym, which was David. David is 37, married, has 3 kids, and his wife is cool as hell. David is a story for another day (not sexual). David's wife Michelle answered his phone and I asked if they wanted to go work out. She told me David was sick still, but she was planning on going over anyways to ride the bikes and maybe tan.
Michelle knows that David and I are just friends, and I don't think of him like that. David was actually my PSR worker when I was 14 for a year. I used to do things with him and his family all the time. Michelle is just as cool as David, and looks almost like she is my age.
Anyways, she tells me that she will pick me up. I argue a bit saying I will just drive myself, but she insists. She picks me up at 4:30, and we head over there. This gym is one of the biggest in the state (and maybe the most expensive). It has an Olympic size pool, tennis courts, racquetball courts, top of line gym equipment, a juice bar............the list goes on. Sunday (during the day) is the best time to go because all the "religious" types are doing the church thing.
Well, I was wrong. Apparently today was "religious family" day at the gym because the place was packed to the gills. The only things that were open were a treadmill and a stairclimber. Michelle and I traded off doing each of those. The place started to thin out at 5:30ish, so I found a bike, and Michelle found one right next to me. There was some small talk, but nothing too serious. She finally said she was going to go tan, and I said I was going to the Sauna.
This place has a great eucalyptus sauna, and it helps when you have a cold, so I sat in there for ten minutes or so. Here is where the Penthouse forum stuff comes in.
This gym is VERY family friendly, maybe overly so. But anyways, the women's locker room has 4 banks of lockers, and each bank of lockers has 2 private showers, and 1 family shower. The private showers just have a curtain, while the family shower has a door. So, I get in to the locker room just a minute or two before Michelle does, and it is an absolute zoo. More people have gotten there, people are leaving, and no shower's are open. I was standing in my towel waiting for a shower to open when Michelle came in, and we were both standing there waiting when.......a family shower opened up. I wasn't even thinking about taking it but Michelle touched my hand, and suggested that we could just go in there.
I have to say, I honestly thought NOTHING about it. I am not shy even in the slightest, so I didn't care if I was naked in front of her. The rooms are small, but are really set up for families (mother's and daughters, mothers and young sons, etc) to shower and dress together without prying eyes, and they can keep their modesty. I hung up my towel, and turned on the water. I honestly thought she would wait until I was done. (Well I actually never actually thought about it I guess I just assumed). I walked in to the water face first, and the next thing I know, Michelle pushes her way next to me, and starts getting wet. She spray of the head was not really big enough for two people to shower, and I couldn't hardly wash my hair without me bumping in to her. Then she said something to me that damn near made me pass out: "You know, you are sexy as hell." I think I stammered a bit before I said the first thing that popped in to my mind: "You're sexy too." I no sooner got that out when she reached for me, grabbed me, and planted a huge wet kiss right on my lips. Her tongue shot right in to my mouth, and I started to kiss back before I realized who I was kissing. I pulled back......"Um, thank you but, you are married". At least I think that is what I said. I don't really remember, but it was something like that. She backed away and got all embarrassed and started profusely apologizing. I felt really really bad. She even started crying, going on about not getting sex at home, thinking that I was "like that" and that she wasn't sexy anymore..........Let me tell you, she is. She is sexy as hell, and doesn't look her age. Her hair is ultra-short (almost boy short), but on her it looks perfect. It's blond, and she wears it spiky, and likes to wear headbands or scarfs. It's damn cute. Anyways, she has the body of someone half her age, a really nice set of boobies, and she shaves everything just like I do.
Okay, so anyways.........She reaches for her towel like she is going to leave when I asked her "so, uh, what were your plans after you kissed me?" She tells me just to forget it, apologizes some more, so I asked her again. She tells me to forget it again, and has her hand on the doorknob when she tells me, "I wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl." My jaw dropped. It shouldn't have surprised me after what she had tried, but hearing that come out of the mouth of the wife of my ex PSR worker damn near floored me. I hear the doorknob turn when I tell her something like "don't go yet, maybe you still can."
I can imagine that everyone reading this half expects me to go in to explicit detail about how we had fabulous lesbian sex on the floor of a shower in a locker room gym..........Unfortunately for all of us, that's not how this ended. We continued to shower together, and I let her wash me all over. It was pretty erotic, and I was willing to go all the way with her, but when I started washing her, she lost her courage. She had said that me touching her was like cheating on her husband, and she didn't want to do that. As if her sticking a finger in my pussy wasn't cheating, but whatever. I let her finish showering as I left and started to get dressed. I told her I would meet her at the juice bar.
On the way home, she asked me if I would be willing to do this again if she got her husband's permission. I started to think about it, and I had to say no. I don't want my old PSR worker watching or even thinking about me even the slightest bit sexually. The idea of it creeps me out. And because I am an open and up front person, I told her so. Then she says, what if he doesn't know that it's you. If that was really the case, I might think about it, but I have serious reservations about doing so. I guess I will just have to see. I kind of like the idea of being someone's fantasy. She made up some excuse that I can't remember about needing my email. I wrote it on the back of a WalMart receipt and gave it to her as she dropped me off.
I only mention the email thing because just as I had started to write this, I got a little blue box that popped up in the corner telling me that I had an email from Michelle. As I wrote all of this, I let the email sit in my in-box and stew. I didn't want to read yet, and don't know why. I read the email about halfway through the paragraph above this one, and I had to read it twice just to take it all in.
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I really am sorry about what happened at the gym, I don't know what got in to me. Well, actually I do. That crap about not cheating on my husband was just an excuse to get us to stop where we were going. In fact, I have cheated on my husband dozens of times with other men. I know who he is to you, and I won't go in to anything about him that is too personal, but I will just say that either he is a closet homo, or just doesn't like sex period. Anyways, I only wanted to stop going on because I was afraid you were only doing it out of pity for me, and you were just going to go on because I was crying. As I sit here now in my living room, I am hoping that wasn't the case. Emails are the greatest invention ever because you can get your point across right now, and unless you get a response, can always assume the person hasn't read it yet. I am going to assume that unless you email me back. Hopefully you actually do think I am sexy, and hopefully you won't be offended by what I am about to ask you: Would you be willing to meet me at a hotel room and take our experience farther? I know you are just a poor student, and I would actually be willing to help you out with some bills if you wanted to do this. I hope that didn't sound like I was asking you to be my whore, because I wasn't. I am just saying that I would be willing to help you out with some things if you helped me out. Anyways, let me know if you want to, and if you don't, just don't answer me (I can take a hint). I don't know if you have my cell number but
I deleted the last part because of her personal information. But Damn! I seriously don't know what to do. I really do find her sexy......sexy enough in fact that thinking of her helped me take care of business when I got home. I don't know what to do. Well, actually, I know what I want to do, and know that I shouldn't. I am going to email her back regardless of what I decide to do. Hell, I almost feel like I am lying to myself because I know I am going to tell her yes when I email her back. And yes, I will let her give me money or "help pay my bills" or whatever. Call me a whore, whatever. I guess I just don't give a fuck what people think anymore. I certainly can't get ahead by playing it straight, so why not try to get ahead by playing it nasty. I feel like I am rambling here, but I feel like I am on a roll. I barely make my bills every month, I work 48 hours a week, go to school 35 hours a week, and have an 10 year old truck to show for it. And no, I am not a whore. I am a "sex therapist" and am just going to give Michelle some girl on girl therapy. And why not get paid to be a therapist? Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.
I'm done. I'm pissed, still horny, and confused as hell. FUCK!
No seriously, what I am about to say on here is like one of those moments, and I am still reeling from it. I just got back from the gym. I don't usually go at night, but I haven't been since last Wednesday, and today I felt better than I have in a long time.
So, it's 4:00 and I have already cleaned the whole apartment, done every bit of my laundry, took an hour long bath where I shaved for the first time in nearly 3 weeks, painted my toenails, tweezed my eyebrows and still had energy to spare. I called up my usual work out partner and she was out of town, so I called the only person I know that has a membership to this gym, which was David. David is 37, married, has 3 kids, and his wife is cool as hell. David is a story for another day (not sexual). David's wife Michelle answered his phone and I asked if they wanted to go work out. She told me David was sick still, but she was planning on going over anyways to ride the bikes and maybe tan.
Michelle knows that David and I are just friends, and I don't think of him like that. David was actually my PSR worker when I was 14 for a year. I used to do things with him and his family all the time. Michelle is just as cool as David, and looks almost like she is my age.
Anyways, she tells me that she will pick me up. I argue a bit saying I will just drive myself, but she insists. She picks me up at 4:30, and we head over there. This gym is one of the biggest in the state (and maybe the most expensive). It has an Olympic size pool, tennis courts, racquetball courts, top of line gym equipment, a juice bar............the list goes on. Sunday (during the day) is the best time to go because all the "religious" types are doing the church thing.
Well, I was wrong. Apparently today was "religious family" day at the gym because the place was packed to the gills. The only things that were open were a treadmill and a stairclimber. Michelle and I traded off doing each of those. The place started to thin out at 5:30ish, so I found a bike, and Michelle found one right next to me. There was some small talk, but nothing too serious. She finally said she was going to go tan, and I said I was going to the Sauna.
This place has a great eucalyptus sauna, and it helps when you have a cold, so I sat in there for ten minutes or so. Here is where the Penthouse forum stuff comes in.
This gym is VERY family friendly, maybe overly so. But anyways, the women's locker room has 4 banks of lockers, and each bank of lockers has 2 private showers, and 1 family shower. The private showers just have a curtain, while the family shower has a door. So, I get in to the locker room just a minute or two before Michelle does, and it is an absolute zoo. More people have gotten there, people are leaving, and no shower's are open. I was standing in my towel waiting for a shower to open when Michelle came in, and we were both standing there waiting when.......a family shower opened up. I wasn't even thinking about taking it but Michelle touched my hand, and suggested that we could just go in there.
I have to say, I honestly thought NOTHING about it. I am not shy even in the slightest, so I didn't care if I was naked in front of her. The rooms are small, but are really set up for families (mother's and daughters, mothers and young sons, etc) to shower and dress together without prying eyes, and they can keep their modesty. I hung up my towel, and turned on the water. I honestly thought she would wait until I was done. (Well I actually never actually thought about it I guess I just assumed). I walked in to the water face first, and the next thing I know, Michelle pushes her way next to me, and starts getting wet. She spray of the head was not really big enough for two people to shower, and I couldn't hardly wash my hair without me bumping in to her. Then she said something to me that damn near made me pass out: "You know, you are sexy as hell." I think I stammered a bit before I said the first thing that popped in to my mind: "You're sexy too." I no sooner got that out when she reached for me, grabbed me, and planted a huge wet kiss right on my lips. Her tongue shot right in to my mouth, and I started to kiss back before I realized who I was kissing. I pulled back......"Um, thank you but, you are married". At least I think that is what I said. I don't really remember, but it was something like that. She backed away and got all embarrassed and started profusely apologizing. I felt really really bad. She even started crying, going on about not getting sex at home, thinking that I was "like that" and that she wasn't sexy anymore..........Let me tell you, she is. She is sexy as hell, and doesn't look her age. Her hair is ultra-short (almost boy short), but on her it looks perfect. It's blond, and she wears it spiky, and likes to wear headbands or scarfs. It's damn cute. Anyways, she has the body of someone half her age, a really nice set of boobies, and she shaves everything just like I do.
Okay, so anyways.........She reaches for her towel like she is going to leave when I asked her "so, uh, what were your plans after you kissed me?" She tells me just to forget it, apologizes some more, so I asked her again. She tells me to forget it again, and has her hand on the doorknob when she tells me, "I wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl." My jaw dropped. It shouldn't have surprised me after what she had tried, but hearing that come out of the mouth of the wife of my ex PSR worker damn near floored me. I hear the doorknob turn when I tell her something like "don't go yet, maybe you still can."
I can imagine that everyone reading this half expects me to go in to explicit detail about how we had fabulous lesbian sex on the floor of a shower in a locker room gym..........Unfortunately for all of us, that's not how this ended. We continued to shower together, and I let her wash me all over. It was pretty erotic, and I was willing to go all the way with her, but when I started washing her, she lost her courage. She had said that me touching her was like cheating on her husband, and she didn't want to do that. As if her sticking a finger in my pussy wasn't cheating, but whatever. I let her finish showering as I left and started to get dressed. I told her I would meet her at the juice bar.
On the way home, she asked me if I would be willing to do this again if she got her husband's permission. I started to think about it, and I had to say no. I don't want my old PSR worker watching or even thinking about me even the slightest bit sexually. The idea of it creeps me out. And because I am an open and up front person, I told her so. Then she says, what if he doesn't know that it's you. If that was really the case, I might think about it, but I have serious reservations about doing so. I guess I will just have to see. I kind of like the idea of being someone's fantasy. She made up some excuse that I can't remember about needing my email. I wrote it on the back of a WalMart receipt and gave it to her as she dropped me off.
I only mention the email thing because just as I had started to write this, I got a little blue box that popped up in the corner telling me that I had an email from Michelle. As I wrote all of this, I let the email sit in my in-box and stew. I didn't want to read yet, and don't know why. I read the email about halfway through the paragraph above this one, and I had to read it twice just to take it all in.
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I really am sorry about what happened at the gym, I don't know what got in to me. Well, actually I do. That crap about not cheating on my husband was just an excuse to get us to stop where we were going. In fact, I have cheated on my husband dozens of times with other men. I know who he is to you, and I won't go in to anything about him that is too personal, but I will just say that either he is a closet homo, or just doesn't like sex period. Anyways, I only wanted to stop going on because I was afraid you were only doing it out of pity for me, and you were just going to go on because I was crying. As I sit here now in my living room, I am hoping that wasn't the case. Emails are the greatest invention ever because you can get your point across right now, and unless you get a response, can always assume the person hasn't read it yet. I am going to assume that unless you email me back. Hopefully you actually do think I am sexy, and hopefully you won't be offended by what I am about to ask you: Would you be willing to meet me at a hotel room and take our experience farther? I know you are just a poor student, and I would actually be willing to help you out with some bills if you wanted to do this. I hope that didn't sound like I was asking you to be my whore, because I wasn't. I am just saying that I would be willing to help you out with some things if you helped me out. Anyways, let me know if you want to, and if you don't, just don't answer me (I can take a hint). I don't know if you have my cell number but
I deleted the last part because of her personal information. But Damn! I seriously don't know what to do. I really do find her sexy......sexy enough in fact that thinking of her helped me take care of business when I got home. I don't know what to do. Well, actually, I know what I want to do, and know that I shouldn't. I am going to email her back regardless of what I decide to do. Hell, I almost feel like I am lying to myself because I know I am going to tell her yes when I email her back. And yes, I will let her give me money or "help pay my bills" or whatever. Call me a whore, whatever. I guess I just don't give a fuck what people think anymore. I certainly can't get ahead by playing it straight, so why not try to get ahead by playing it nasty. I feel like I am rambling here, but I feel like I am on a roll. I barely make my bills every month, I work 48 hours a week, go to school 35 hours a week, and have an 10 year old truck to show for it. And no, I am not a whore. I am a "sex therapist" and am just going to give Michelle some girl on girl therapy. And why not get paid to be a therapist? Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.
I'm done. I'm pissed, still horny, and confused as hell. FUCK!
My opinion on anal sex..........
I am glad that nobody knows who I really am on this blog, because I am going to admit a few things that I would not want out as general knowledge of who Sammy is.
My new fascination with anal sex started late last summer. I had broken my wrist playing volleyball at a party, and my boyfriend "Jeremy" came over to see how I was doing. One thing led to another, and we were "doing the do". Other boyfriends had asked me to try anal, and I had always told them "no fucking way". But when Jeremy asked me, I guess it was the Vicodin talking because I told him that it was okay to try.
I can't say that it hurt at first, but it was definitely uncomfortable. But even that didn't last very long. Within a few minutes, it had started to feel good, and before I could really get in to it, Jeremy "came with the thunder", and was done. Well, every time we had sex after that, he would ask for it. The first couple of times, I gave in and said yes. I was beginning to like it, but he was loving it, and it became all he wanted. It got to the point where he wouldn't even ask, and would just try and stick it in my ass. It pissed me off, and we broke up because of it.
Well, just before Christmas, I went to a sex party. (Which I mentioned in an earlier blog). Well, I spent almost $200 at that party. Two of the toys that I bought were specifically ass toys, and I wasn't exactly sure how I would use them. The first toy was a butt plug, and the second was a slim dildo with a vibrating egg at the base.
Well, I am not a big fan of either the butt plug or the butt dildo. I don't know, after doing some research, the butt plug seems to be more of something that gay men use, and the dildo almost seems like something two people would use. However, one of the toys that I bought was a suction cup based 10" latex penis, and that's the toy that I have used most often.
I was actually surprised to find that I can get all 10" of that dildo in to my ass with ease. I am not exactly fucking myself with it, but there is just something about it that gives me absolute mind blowing orgasms.
I just don't know why it pisses me off so much when a guy wants to do it. I don't have a boyfriend right now, so I guess I will wait to see how I feel if it ever comes up again. I would love to get everyone else opinion on this (mostly female opinions, I know what guys think about it.)
My new fascination with anal sex started late last summer. I had broken my wrist playing volleyball at a party, and my boyfriend "Jeremy" came over to see how I was doing. One thing led to another, and we were "doing the do". Other boyfriends had asked me to try anal, and I had always told them "no fucking way". But when Jeremy asked me, I guess it was the Vicodin talking because I told him that it was okay to try.
I can't say that it hurt at first, but it was definitely uncomfortable. But even that didn't last very long. Within a few minutes, it had started to feel good, and before I could really get in to it, Jeremy "came with the thunder", and was done. Well, every time we had sex after that, he would ask for it. The first couple of times, I gave in and said yes. I was beginning to like it, but he was loving it, and it became all he wanted. It got to the point where he wouldn't even ask, and would just try and stick it in my ass. It pissed me off, and we broke up because of it.
Well, just before Christmas, I went to a sex party. (Which I mentioned in an earlier blog). Well, I spent almost $200 at that party. Two of the toys that I bought were specifically ass toys, and I wasn't exactly sure how I would use them. The first toy was a butt plug, and the second was a slim dildo with a vibrating egg at the base.
Well, I am not a big fan of either the butt plug or the butt dildo. I don't know, after doing some research, the butt plug seems to be more of something that gay men use, and the dildo almost seems like something two people would use. However, one of the toys that I bought was a suction cup based 10" latex penis, and that's the toy that I have used most often.
I was actually surprised to find that I can get all 10" of that dildo in to my ass with ease. I am not exactly fucking myself with it, but there is just something about it that gives me absolute mind blowing orgasms.
I just don't know why it pisses me off so much when a guy wants to do it. I don't have a boyfriend right now, so I guess I will wait to see how I feel if it ever comes up again. I would love to get everyone else opinion on this (mostly female opinions, I know what guys think about it.)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Hopped up on Nyquil, and feeling funny
I have been wanting to be more honest about my sexuality in this blog, but for some reason, I was a little scared. I guess I just didnt know how people would see me, and it was my answer to an email that I got on stumbleupon that has kind of made me realize something........nobody knows who the fuck I am. HA HA. I can be anybody I want, or I can be nobody. Hell, I can even go completely fucking nuts and BE MYSELF. It makes no difference. I can be the girl sitting next to you sipping a cup of coffee in Hastings, or the girl who just rang you up at the dollar store two hours ago. You have no idea. (I am neither by the way. Or am I?) So why not be honest? So that is what I am going to do. (By the way, If I ramble, or go off on a tangent, blame Nyquil.).
I have been sexual since I was 9. I wont go in to details but I was not like any of the other girls. I had sex with another girl when I was 12, and lost my virginity when I was 13. I was never abused or anything, but I think I can trace it all back to one day sometime in the summer before I turned 10.
I was in my second foster home and they had no kids of their own. They lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, and I became friends with a neighbor girl named Whitney. Whitney's parents both worked, but they were both shift workers, and worked different shifts. So there was a two or three hour window a few times a week that she was home alone. Well, one of these days we were sitting around her living room looking for something to do, when we start looking for a movie to watch. Out of the blue, Whitney asks if I have ever watched a porno before. I told her "yeah, I have seen them a couple of times". I hadn't, but didn't want to seem uncool. She asked if I wanted to watch one with her, and I said okay. I will remember this until the day I die I think, but it started out with two girls on a beach somewhere. One of the girls was probably hispanic, and the other one was white. They start out by kissing, and go on from there. They are licking pussies, assholes, titties..........you name it. The next scene was guy on girl and I got embarrassed to the point that I asked her to turn it off when the guy stuck "his weiner in her butt".
So, her I am, all these years later, watching porno still. But I have started to notice a little something................the kind of porn that used to get me off is not the same as what gets me off today. I mean, yeah, there are some classic scenes that I watch over and over again, and they always seem to work when nothing else will. But when I am in a super kinky mood, or ultra-horny, I find myself watching stuff I don't think I would normally watch, and doing things that I would have never done before.
I would really like to go on, but the Nyquil is kicking in, and I can barely hold my eyes open.
Love ya
I have been sexual since I was 9. I wont go in to details but I was not like any of the other girls. I had sex with another girl when I was 12, and lost my virginity when I was 13. I was never abused or anything, but I think I can trace it all back to one day sometime in the summer before I turned 10.
I was in my second foster home and they had no kids of their own. They lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, and I became friends with a neighbor girl named Whitney. Whitney's parents both worked, but they were both shift workers, and worked different shifts. So there was a two or three hour window a few times a week that she was home alone. Well, one of these days we were sitting around her living room looking for something to do, when we start looking for a movie to watch. Out of the blue, Whitney asks if I have ever watched a porno before. I told her "yeah, I have seen them a couple of times". I hadn't, but didn't want to seem uncool. She asked if I wanted to watch one with her, and I said okay. I will remember this until the day I die I think, but it started out with two girls on a beach somewhere. One of the girls was probably hispanic, and the other one was white. They start out by kissing, and go on from there. They are licking pussies, assholes, titties..........you name it. The next scene was guy on girl and I got embarrassed to the point that I asked her to turn it off when the guy stuck "his weiner in her butt".
So, her I am, all these years later, watching porno still. But I have started to notice a little something................the kind of porn that used to get me off is not the same as what gets me off today. I mean, yeah, there are some classic scenes that I watch over and over again, and they always seem to work when nothing else will. But when I am in a super kinky mood, or ultra-horny, I find myself watching stuff I don't think I would normally watch, and doing things that I would have never done before.
I would really like to go on, but the Nyquil is kicking in, and I can barely hold my eyes open.
Love ya
Friday, January 8, 2010
I am in charge of my own happiness
Things have been pretty gray for me since just before Christmas. I find myself doing these destructive things because I am depressed and sad and just generally unhappy. Not to say that I am stuck in depression, or unhappy all the time, it's just the holidays that do it for me. I spent most of my youth in foster homes. My dad left when I was 3 to go do whatever the fuck he did until he went to prison, and my mom was a strung out meth addicted whore who fucked her way to her next score. She got arrested when I was 8 for drugs, I got put in foster homes, and I never saw her again until she was in a drug induced coma 2 days before I turned 16. My mom died on Christmas Eve that same year. My dad (if you can call him that) is still rotting in prison in Texas for a crime that I couldn't give two shits about. So anyways, Christmas is depressing to me because of my mom, and it pisses me off that she still fucks with my life even as worm food.
My foster mom, who is an absolute Saint, invited me over for Christmas dinner. I didn't go. She invites a lot of people over, and I didn't want to deal with that. I really felt like shit for not going, and called her to say so. She understands me way more than I understand myself, and was totally fine with it.
My foster mom, who is an absolute Saint, invited me over for Christmas dinner. I didn't go. She invites a lot of people over, and I didn't want to deal with that. I really felt like shit for not going, and called her to say so. She understands me way more than I understand myself, and was totally fine with it.
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