I got to thinking about this last night as I was re-reading my stories, and was feeling quite horny again, that I haven't done ANYTHING sexual in at least 3 weeks. I mean I have thought about it, but I usually fall asleep on the couch watching TV or reading a book. So, today, I was talking to one of my friends, and she says that she goes through these weird spurts where she could literally fuck 5 times a day, to going for weeks where she doesn't want it at all. So, I asked to to elaborate. She told me a story about one day last month where she woke up at 3am to fuck her boyfriend, fucked him again when they woke up at nine, blew him on the way to the movies, then in the movie theater, in the top row of a mostly empty movie, fucked him again. When they got back to her place, she blew him again, hoping to get one more time out of him, and when he couldn't, masturbated in front of him to another orgasm. Last weekend, when she was home alone, she masturbated 11 times in one day. However, the whole month of December, she didn't want it at all.
I mean, I am not that extreme, but I just don't think about it sometimes. So, last night, I had to be a little more discreet that I am usually am. I masturbated to a small orgasm in the tub, but it really just felt like more like a chore than fun. I got out, dressed, and watched my taped episodes of NCIS and NCIS Los Angeles. I got in bed, and was just about asleep when I thought to myself that I was still horny, and may just play around a little. Well, I didn't cum that time, and fell asleep naked on top of my covers.
I woke up this morning so fucking horny that I would have fucked just about anyone. I did the whole thing..........the bullet on my clit, and my suction cup dildo stuck to my wooden chair for my ass. I came so fuckin hard, I started crying and laughing all at once.
I showered and played a little bit there again, but nothing happened other than increasing my horniness ten fold. And when Megan left for work, I did something that was HORRIBLY wrong.......I went in to her room and started going through her things. In a shoebox under her bed was a small thing of lube, some condoms, a small vibrator, a jelly dildo as big around as a fucking can, and a blue dolphin vibe. I still feel bad for going through her room, but I am kind of glad to know that I am not living with a prissy.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Alyssa's continuing story. Read the previous post first.
The last story was written in a style that I have used before. I don't really have a name for it, but I compare it to watching a quick movie. You know some of the details, but the scene shifts quickly and goes to the next one. I wrote the first part of that last night, being half asleep and horny. I want to continue the story, but I want to do it a different way. I like to write stories in the first person, and like I am telling someone else about my story. I don't write for a living, so don't critique my style.
The service guys are in the other room now, replacing my furnace. They have been here since 7 or so, and after the events of yesterday, I just want to keep to myself and not talk to anyone. I am still not so sure what was real and what was just a REALLY vivid dream. I can tell you, nothing about it felt like a dream. I can still smell the hospital, I can feel the crisp sheets of the hospital bed, the taste of the brunette girls pussy, the taste of her brother Jason's cum, how their skin smelled............everything. The whole thing really has me shaken up.
I did formally get introduced to Jason & Jennifer yesterday. They were the ones from my "dreams". They call themselves brother and sister, but they are actually step-siblings. I found out quite a bit more about them from Jennifer while Jason checked out my furnace. He was there for almost an hour trying to figure out what was wrong. When he finally came out, Jennifer and I had started becoming quite friendly with each other. He said the furnace would have to be replace, and Jennifer invited me to lunch one day. She said she was eager to find a new friend, all her old friends were back in California. I could be her new besty!
The service company that is replacing my furnace now brought me some space heaters to use to keep me warm through the night. They barely did their job. I slept with 3 blankets on my bed last night. I woke up to the same splitting headache that I went to bed with last night. I barely had time to brush my teeth when the furnace company called to confirm my 8am appointment. It was 10 after 7.
I barely had time to make some toast and get my first cup of coffee down before the guy came with my furnace. I didn't want to take a shower while he was here, and didn't want to go out unless I showered so there I sat in my room.
The technician guy knocked on my bedroom door at about 2 and said he had to go get another part, and asked if I would be there when he got back. I told him that I had some errands to run, but I would leave the door unlocked if he wasn't going to be very long. He said he would be gone about a half an hour, and if he got done before I got back, would lock the door behind him. The second he left, I ran and jumped in the shower.
I was just putting my shoes on when he knocked on the door before walking in. He told me how long he would be, I told him I was leaving, and left. I was letting my car warm up, and lit up one of my old stale cigarettes from my console. I was savoring the buzz I was getting when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyways.
"Alyssa? It's Jennifer......from yesterday.....the maintenance guys sister?"
"Of course, how are you? I was going to call you but couldn't find where I wrote down your number."
"Cool, I was hoping that you weren't just being nice."
"No, no, of course not. So, are you calling for lunch tomorrow?"
"No, actually I was hoping maybe you wanted to go to dinner, like a girl-date or something."
I didn't say anything for a second, and apparently my silence got her nervous and she started backpedaling.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean a date date, I just mean like...........when I went out with my friends in California, we called them girl-dates, I didn't mean to imply anything by it."
"No sorry, I was trying to plug my ipod in and got sidetracked.........it's totally cool, I would love to go on a girl-date with you. Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know this town much yet............Do you like Mexican food? Italian food? Chinese? Sushi?"
"Italian would be good, you ever been to Johnny Carinos?"
I knew it was stupid to have a pre-conceived notion about how the night was going to go based on a dream. And it's not like I was hoping for it, wanting it or anything like that, I just had the feeling I knew how the night was going to go. Either way, I went over to the mall, bought some new makeup, a new bra and pantie set and a coffee from Starbucks. By the time I got home it was close to 4 and the furnace guy was just running the furnace through some tests to check it's operation. Five minutes later he was gone.
For whatever reason, I decided to take another shower. I rewashed my hair, shaved everything, put a cleansing masque on my face and washed my body with my LoveSpell body wash. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was getting ready for a date. It's kind of funny now when I think about it, but I remember being giddy with excitement. I put on my "night on the town" face, did my "fancy" style on my hair, put on my new bra and panties, and then stood in front of my closet for a half an hour before settling on a pair of skinny jeans, my silvery belt, my high-heeled boots, and a low cut long-sleeve button up, red shirt. I only had to pick out a jacket now. I am kind of a jacket freak. I have half my closet filled with jackets and coats. I found the coat I wanted to wear........It was a white coat with a full fuzzy hood, but now I had to change my shirt. I have an off-white biker shirt that immediately stuck out to me. Not fancy, but not white-trash either. My sister knows I am a huge fan of the show "Sons of Anarchy", so she bought me this white shirt that is made of an almost thick linen, has "SAMCRO" down one arm, and just above my right breast, says "Property of The Sons Of Anarchy MC". As soon as I saw it, I knew that was the one I would wear. Turns out it was a great choice.
Jennifer called just as she was pulling in to the apartment complex and I met her down at her car. She was driving this cute little dark gray Mazda 6 with tinted windows and California plates. The car smelled like smoke and vanilla so I knew she was a smoker. I am a recovering smoker, and only quit because I couldn't afford to smoke anymore, so it wasn't a big deal. Once we started going, I smelled what she was wearing, and when I caught my first whiff, my heart skipped a beat. She wore the exact same thing that I did, Victoria's Secret "Love Spell".
It was only a short drive to the restaurant and we spoke briefly of my run-in with death, and how her brother told her that had I not started to feel weak, or if that had happened at night, I wouldn't have come out of that apartment alive. It still freaked me out a bit, but not nearly as much as my dreams that I had.
The wait at Carino's was about 25 minutes, so we stood outside by the "heater-poles" and smoked her cigarettes and got to know each other. Nothing about it felt like a date, it felt more like two new friends getting to know each other. And the more we talked, the better I felt.
When we finally got seated, our waiter came up to introduce himself, and to ask if we would like a sample of wine. Wouldn't you know it, it was my ex-boyfriend. Jake and I dated for 2 years, and I was seriously in love with him. We had talked about marriage, talked about how many kids we wanted........all the stuff that serious couples talk about. I had no indication that he was cheating on me. We spent most of our time together, but we did have time for ourselves. He kept his friends, I kept mine, we both went out with our friends......I trusted him completely. I had even hunted him down at different clubs to be with him, and had never seen him talking to women other than ones I knew where his friends. Just before Thanksgiving last year, I got sent to a training seminar in Salt Lake for 3 days. That's when it started with him and his little bitch. I found out the day after Christmas that he had been cheating on me with a barely 18 year old girl who he had fallen in love with and had gotten pregnant. I was devastated and even went as far as contemplating suicide.
And here he was, that rotten fuck was going to be our waiter. When he saw it was me, he stammered a bit before composing himself and asking how I was. I simply stated that I was fine, and I would love a sample of wine and to bring a bottle.
Jennifer saw how uncomfortable we both were and asked "So, who was that? An ex-boyfriend?"
I explained my story over a couple of glasses and when he came back to take our order, Jennifer reached across the table, gently grabbed my hand and said "You decide what you want babe?" I immediately took the hint and played it up. I went over the top of her hand with my other hand, and gave him my order. Jennifer gave him her order, then handed him the menus. When he left, he look way flustered and we both laughed.
We took turns feeding each other and really playing towards the whole lesbian lover thing each time he was near us. He couldn't take his eyes off of us and it was beautiful thing. We had discussed that we would go dutch (obviously), but after he brought us the check, Jennifer had the idea to give me the cash and that I should pay with my debit card, and say something like "Don't worry sweety, I got this one." The look on his face was priceless and as we walked out arm in arm, he could be seen whispering something to the waiter standing next to him. We laughed all the way to the car.
Once in the car, we tried to decide what to do, and finally settled on going to a Barnes & Noble, getting a Starbucks coffee, and browsing through books or something for while and then perhaps to a club or something later.
"I gotta tell you, I love your shirt. Where did you get it?"
"My sister knows I love the show and got it for me for Christmas, I'm not sure where she got it"
"I love it too, Jax is sexy as hell."
"I know right.............I didn't really like this last season though, but it ended pretty good."
"You wear that shirt well though, it's sexy as hell."
"Thank you, but I wouldn't exactly call it sexy though"
"Well, on you, it's sexy."
We talked about the last season of the show on the way to Barnes and Noble, (all of five minutes) and immediately got ourselves a big Mocha when we got in to the store. We ended up in the self-help section going through the sex books. She found one called "The Art of Fisting" and we had a good laugh about that one, found another book dedicated to anal sex, and was generally surprised to find that some of these books contained very graphic images.
The whole time we were in there, Jennifer was very touchy, but not in a bad way. I find myself liking it more and more, and I started doing the same thing. There definitely was a sexual tension between us, and I just wasn't sure how I should feel about it. But it was definitely there, and at one point, we nearly kissed.
It didn't take long for Barnes & Noble to get really boring, but it was still only 8:30, which is too early to go to the club. So we decided to drive around and "piss off teenagers" on the cruise.
We didn't piss any teenagers off, and the sexual tension that was so present in the bookstore was starting to wear off as the thought and talk of sex went away. But we drove around for about an hour before deciding that we both wanted to get drunk and we should park her car at my house, and take a taxi.
And get drunk we did. We drank, we danced, we blew off guys, we played darts, pool, and danced some more. The sexual tension was coming back full force. We were dancing to "apple bottom jeans", getting all sweaty, when Jennifer started dirty dancing and rubbing all up on my like a cat. We knew there were tons of eyes on us, but it didn't matter............it progressively got hotter and hotter until we were face to face and without thinking, I kissed her. It was quick kiss, but seconds later she kissed me and slipped in her tongue. When the song was over, we walked off the stage, hand in hand back to our table. I sat down first and thought she would take her own seat, but instead she straddle me, face to face and planted a huge kiss on me. We didn't exactly make out, but we did kiss for a few seconds. I was instantly wet and very eager to take the next step, but still wasn't positive that wasn't just doing it to keep getting attention, or if she was feeling what I did.
The next hour or so was a lot of the same thing.......dancing, some kissing, more drinking, more sweating. And each time I went in to the bathroom, I found the same thing...........an uber-wet pussy. Last call was just around the corner , so I called up the cab driver that brought us, and told him to pick us up. He was across town but would be there in fifteen minutes or so. I was just finishing my drink, leaning against the empty pool and when she came out of the bathroom, she walked right up to me, kissed me again, and whispered in my ear "Any chance we can take this further?" I whispered back in her ear yes, and then gently took her earlobe in to my mouth.
We went outside to cool off and wait for the cab. We shared a cigarette, kissed a few times more, shared another cigarette and waited. The club was nearly empty, and ready to close and the driver still wasn't there. I was leaning against the wall, getting ready to fish my cell phone out of my pocket when Jennifer came face to face with me, and just looked at me eye to eye as she started unbuttoning my jeans. She got the zipper down just a little and slipped her hand inside my panties to my pussy. Her fingers rubbed over my clit a few times, and when she brought up her wet fingers, slowly stuck them in her mouth, and then mine. My knees nearly buckled. I was ready to return the favor when the cab driver finally pulled up. I didn't want to look like I was fumbling with buttoning my pants again, so I left them like they were and we got it.
We kept things pretty civil on the way to my house, but whispered dirty thoughts to each other the whole way. We got back to my house, and she said that she needed to get her purse out of her car first, and asked if I wanted to have another cigarette. We stood there, being mostly quiet, both fully knowing what was going to happen next. She got her purse, we finished the cigarette, and went back in to my apartment.
For the first time I can remember, my apartment was toasty warm, on the verge of being hot. I kicked off my shoes, looked back at her with the best "come hither" look I could muster, and started undressing on my way to the bathroom. I fully intended to take a shower, and I fully intended her to take one with me. I was down to my underwear in seconds, and had the shower going before she was standing behind me fumbling with her clothes. I got in the shower, which was way too hot, and she was in right after me. With that first kiss, and the first touch of each others wet pussy's, I literally came right then and there.
My heart was beating as fast as when I go jogging, my toes felt numb, I could feel my pussy quivering and I couldn't wait to go further. We spent the better part of twenty minutes in that shower......washing each other, rubbing each other, kissing each other and talking dirty. I have never felt so alive in all my life. I could feel every inch of my skin, and every touch and kiss felt as intense as a bungee jump.
We didn't bother drying off before we pulled each other in to my bedroom. I didn't think about my roommate until I was screaming her name from the climax she had just given me with her tongue. I was nervous about returning the favor, but was eager to do it. I can still smell and taste her pussy even now, and it was the most glorious thing I have ever done. I couldn't get enough of her, and even after I made her cum, and she begged me to stop, I couldn't. 30 seconds later, she damn near pulled the hair out of my head as I made her cum again.
It took a wild lesbian night of sex to turn me on to the ass. She asked me to get on all fours, and for the first time ever, felt a tongue in my ass. And when she pushed her pinky finger in to my butt, I came again. Before the night was over, she was fucking my ass with my vibrator, and I was doing to same to her with another. Before we fell asleep in each others arms, I had came 11 times that night.
I went to sleep still smelling the sex in the room and a huge smile on my face. I woke up in my living room with my head in my chest, half naked and feeling like I was going to pass out again.
The service guys are in the other room now, replacing my furnace. They have been here since 7 or so, and after the events of yesterday, I just want to keep to myself and not talk to anyone. I am still not so sure what was real and what was just a REALLY vivid dream. I can tell you, nothing about it felt like a dream. I can still smell the hospital, I can feel the crisp sheets of the hospital bed, the taste of the brunette girls pussy, the taste of her brother Jason's cum, how their skin smelled............everything. The whole thing really has me shaken up.
I did formally get introduced to Jason & Jennifer yesterday. They were the ones from my "dreams". They call themselves brother and sister, but they are actually step-siblings. I found out quite a bit more about them from Jennifer while Jason checked out my furnace. He was there for almost an hour trying to figure out what was wrong. When he finally came out, Jennifer and I had started becoming quite friendly with each other. He said the furnace would have to be replace, and Jennifer invited me to lunch one day. She said she was eager to find a new friend, all her old friends were back in California. I could be her new besty!
The service company that is replacing my furnace now brought me some space heaters to use to keep me warm through the night. They barely did their job. I slept with 3 blankets on my bed last night. I woke up to the same splitting headache that I went to bed with last night. I barely had time to brush my teeth when the furnace company called to confirm my 8am appointment. It was 10 after 7.
I barely had time to make some toast and get my first cup of coffee down before the guy came with my furnace. I didn't want to take a shower while he was here, and didn't want to go out unless I showered so there I sat in my room.
The technician guy knocked on my bedroom door at about 2 and said he had to go get another part, and asked if I would be there when he got back. I told him that I had some errands to run, but I would leave the door unlocked if he wasn't going to be very long. He said he would be gone about a half an hour, and if he got done before I got back, would lock the door behind him. The second he left, I ran and jumped in the shower.
I was just putting my shoes on when he knocked on the door before walking in. He told me how long he would be, I told him I was leaving, and left. I was letting my car warm up, and lit up one of my old stale cigarettes from my console. I was savoring the buzz I was getting when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyways.
"Alyssa? It's Jennifer......from yesterday.....the maintenance guys sister?"
"Of course, how are you? I was going to call you but couldn't find where I wrote down your number."
"Cool, I was hoping that you weren't just being nice."
"No, no, of course not. So, are you calling for lunch tomorrow?"
"No, actually I was hoping maybe you wanted to go to dinner, like a girl-date or something."
I didn't say anything for a second, and apparently my silence got her nervous and she started backpedaling.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean a date date, I just mean like...........when I went out with my friends in California, we called them girl-dates, I didn't mean to imply anything by it."
"No sorry, I was trying to plug my ipod in and got sidetracked.........it's totally cool, I would love to go on a girl-date with you. Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know this town much yet............Do you like Mexican food? Italian food? Chinese? Sushi?"
"Italian would be good, you ever been to Johnny Carinos?"
I knew it was stupid to have a pre-conceived notion about how the night was going to go based on a dream. And it's not like I was hoping for it, wanting it or anything like that, I just had the feeling I knew how the night was going to go. Either way, I went over to the mall, bought some new makeup, a new bra and pantie set and a coffee from Starbucks. By the time I got home it was close to 4 and the furnace guy was just running the furnace through some tests to check it's operation. Five minutes later he was gone.
For whatever reason, I decided to take another shower. I rewashed my hair, shaved everything, put a cleansing masque on my face and washed my body with my LoveSpell body wash. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was getting ready for a date. It's kind of funny now when I think about it, but I remember being giddy with excitement. I put on my "night on the town" face, did my "fancy" style on my hair, put on my new bra and panties, and then stood in front of my closet for a half an hour before settling on a pair of skinny jeans, my silvery belt, my high-heeled boots, and a low cut long-sleeve button up, red shirt. I only had to pick out a jacket now. I am kind of a jacket freak. I have half my closet filled with jackets and coats. I found the coat I wanted to wear........It was a white coat with a full fuzzy hood, but now I had to change my shirt. I have an off-white biker shirt that immediately stuck out to me. Not fancy, but not white-trash either. My sister knows I am a huge fan of the show "Sons of Anarchy", so she bought me this white shirt that is made of an almost thick linen, has "SAMCRO" down one arm, and just above my right breast, says "Property of The Sons Of Anarchy MC". As soon as I saw it, I knew that was the one I would wear. Turns out it was a great choice.
Jennifer called just as she was pulling in to the apartment complex and I met her down at her car. She was driving this cute little dark gray Mazda 6 with tinted windows and California plates. The car smelled like smoke and vanilla so I knew she was a smoker. I am a recovering smoker, and only quit because I couldn't afford to smoke anymore, so it wasn't a big deal. Once we started going, I smelled what she was wearing, and when I caught my first whiff, my heart skipped a beat. She wore the exact same thing that I did, Victoria's Secret "Love Spell".
It was only a short drive to the restaurant and we spoke briefly of my run-in with death, and how her brother told her that had I not started to feel weak, or if that had happened at night, I wouldn't have come out of that apartment alive. It still freaked me out a bit, but not nearly as much as my dreams that I had.
The wait at Carino's was about 25 minutes, so we stood outside by the "heater-poles" and smoked her cigarettes and got to know each other. Nothing about it felt like a date, it felt more like two new friends getting to know each other. And the more we talked, the better I felt.
When we finally got seated, our waiter came up to introduce himself, and to ask if we would like a sample of wine. Wouldn't you know it, it was my ex-boyfriend. Jake and I dated for 2 years, and I was seriously in love with him. We had talked about marriage, talked about how many kids we wanted........all the stuff that serious couples talk about. I had no indication that he was cheating on me. We spent most of our time together, but we did have time for ourselves. He kept his friends, I kept mine, we both went out with our friends......I trusted him completely. I had even hunted him down at different clubs to be with him, and had never seen him talking to women other than ones I knew where his friends. Just before Thanksgiving last year, I got sent to a training seminar in Salt Lake for 3 days. That's when it started with him and his little bitch. I found out the day after Christmas that he had been cheating on me with a barely 18 year old girl who he had fallen in love with and had gotten pregnant. I was devastated and even went as far as contemplating suicide.
And here he was, that rotten fuck was going to be our waiter. When he saw it was me, he stammered a bit before composing himself and asking how I was. I simply stated that I was fine, and I would love a sample of wine and to bring a bottle.
Jennifer saw how uncomfortable we both were and asked "So, who was that? An ex-boyfriend?"
I explained my story over a couple of glasses and when he came back to take our order, Jennifer reached across the table, gently grabbed my hand and said "You decide what you want babe?" I immediately took the hint and played it up. I went over the top of her hand with my other hand, and gave him my order. Jennifer gave him her order, then handed him the menus. When he left, he look way flustered and we both laughed.
We took turns feeding each other and really playing towards the whole lesbian lover thing each time he was near us. He couldn't take his eyes off of us and it was beautiful thing. We had discussed that we would go dutch (obviously), but after he brought us the check, Jennifer had the idea to give me the cash and that I should pay with my debit card, and say something like "Don't worry sweety, I got this one." The look on his face was priceless and as we walked out arm in arm, he could be seen whispering something to the waiter standing next to him. We laughed all the way to the car.
Once in the car, we tried to decide what to do, and finally settled on going to a Barnes & Noble, getting a Starbucks coffee, and browsing through books or something for while and then perhaps to a club or something later.
"I gotta tell you, I love your shirt. Where did you get it?"
"My sister knows I love the show and got it for me for Christmas, I'm not sure where she got it"
"I love it too, Jax is sexy as hell."
"I know right.............I didn't really like this last season though, but it ended pretty good."
"You wear that shirt well though, it's sexy as hell."
"Thank you, but I wouldn't exactly call it sexy though"
"Well, on you, it's sexy."
We talked about the last season of the show on the way to Barnes and Noble, (all of five minutes) and immediately got ourselves a big Mocha when we got in to the store. We ended up in the self-help section going through the sex books. She found one called "The Art of Fisting" and we had a good laugh about that one, found another book dedicated to anal sex, and was generally surprised to find that some of these books contained very graphic images.
The whole time we were in there, Jennifer was very touchy, but not in a bad way. I find myself liking it more and more, and I started doing the same thing. There definitely was a sexual tension between us, and I just wasn't sure how I should feel about it. But it was definitely there, and at one point, we nearly kissed.
It didn't take long for Barnes & Noble to get really boring, but it was still only 8:30, which is too early to go to the club. So we decided to drive around and "piss off teenagers" on the cruise.
We didn't piss any teenagers off, and the sexual tension that was so present in the bookstore was starting to wear off as the thought and talk of sex went away. But we drove around for about an hour before deciding that we both wanted to get drunk and we should park her car at my house, and take a taxi.
And get drunk we did. We drank, we danced, we blew off guys, we played darts, pool, and danced some more. The sexual tension was coming back full force. We were dancing to "apple bottom jeans", getting all sweaty, when Jennifer started dirty dancing and rubbing all up on my like a cat. We knew there were tons of eyes on us, but it didn't matter............it progressively got hotter and hotter until we were face to face and without thinking, I kissed her. It was quick kiss, but seconds later she kissed me and slipped in her tongue. When the song was over, we walked off the stage, hand in hand back to our table. I sat down first and thought she would take her own seat, but instead she straddle me, face to face and planted a huge kiss on me. We didn't exactly make out, but we did kiss for a few seconds. I was instantly wet and very eager to take the next step, but still wasn't positive that wasn't just doing it to keep getting attention, or if she was feeling what I did.
The next hour or so was a lot of the same thing.......dancing, some kissing, more drinking, more sweating. And each time I went in to the bathroom, I found the same thing...........an uber-wet pussy. Last call was just around the corner , so I called up the cab driver that brought us, and told him to pick us up. He was across town but would be there in fifteen minutes or so. I was just finishing my drink, leaning against the empty pool and when she came out of the bathroom, she walked right up to me, kissed me again, and whispered in my ear "Any chance we can take this further?" I whispered back in her ear yes, and then gently took her earlobe in to my mouth.
We went outside to cool off and wait for the cab. We shared a cigarette, kissed a few times more, shared another cigarette and waited. The club was nearly empty, and ready to close and the driver still wasn't there. I was leaning against the wall, getting ready to fish my cell phone out of my pocket when Jennifer came face to face with me, and just looked at me eye to eye as she started unbuttoning my jeans. She got the zipper down just a little and slipped her hand inside my panties to my pussy. Her fingers rubbed over my clit a few times, and when she brought up her wet fingers, slowly stuck them in her mouth, and then mine. My knees nearly buckled. I was ready to return the favor when the cab driver finally pulled up. I didn't want to look like I was fumbling with buttoning my pants again, so I left them like they were and we got it.
We kept things pretty civil on the way to my house, but whispered dirty thoughts to each other the whole way. We got back to my house, and she said that she needed to get her purse out of her car first, and asked if I wanted to have another cigarette. We stood there, being mostly quiet, both fully knowing what was going to happen next. She got her purse, we finished the cigarette, and went back in to my apartment.
For the first time I can remember, my apartment was toasty warm, on the verge of being hot. I kicked off my shoes, looked back at her with the best "come hither" look I could muster, and started undressing on my way to the bathroom. I fully intended to take a shower, and I fully intended her to take one with me. I was down to my underwear in seconds, and had the shower going before she was standing behind me fumbling with her clothes. I got in the shower, which was way too hot, and she was in right after me. With that first kiss, and the first touch of each others wet pussy's, I literally came right then and there.
My heart was beating as fast as when I go jogging, my toes felt numb, I could feel my pussy quivering and I couldn't wait to go further. We spent the better part of twenty minutes in that shower......washing each other, rubbing each other, kissing each other and talking dirty. I have never felt so alive in all my life. I could feel every inch of my skin, and every touch and kiss felt as intense as a bungee jump.
We didn't bother drying off before we pulled each other in to my bedroom. I didn't think about my roommate until I was screaming her name from the climax she had just given me with her tongue. I was nervous about returning the favor, but was eager to do it. I can still smell and taste her pussy even now, and it was the most glorious thing I have ever done. I couldn't get enough of her, and even after I made her cum, and she begged me to stop, I couldn't. 30 seconds later, she damn near pulled the hair out of my head as I made her cum again.
It took a wild lesbian night of sex to turn me on to the ass. She asked me to get on all fours, and for the first time ever, felt a tongue in my ass. And when she pushed her pinky finger in to my butt, I came again. Before the night was over, she was fucking my ass with my vibrator, and I was doing to same to her with another. Before we fell asleep in each others arms, I had came 11 times that night.
I went to sleep still smelling the sex in the room and a huge smile on my face. I woke up in my living room with my head in my chest, half naked and feeling like I was going to pass out again.
A short story..............hope u don't mind.
Alyssa couldn't afford much, but she loved her little shit-hole apartment. She kept it clean, got along great with her roommate, and was close to everything. As she sat half-naked on her living room floor painting her toenails, she didn't notice the furnace dumping toxic levels of carbon monoxide into her apartment. She had intermittent problems with the furnace since she moved in, but the maintenance guy had always got it running again. Little did she know, the maintenance guy knew that the furnace was on it's last legs, and should've been replaced months ago.
When she finally woke up, she was laying flat on her living room floor, and the boxer shorts that had been on before were now gone, and replaced by a pair of red underwear she had never seen before. Things were foggy, and her head was pounding, and it was hard to get the energy to move. She knew something was wrong but couldn't put her finger on it. She sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands, try to get her bearings back and get on top of the headache.
She felt herself getting weaker and weaker, and the blackness overtook her once again. When she woke up, the headache was gone but was laying flat on the floor again with boxers back on. Things were still quite foggy and couldn't remember for sure if the red underwear thing was a dream or not, and found herself wondering what was going on. She did what she did before, and got up to get on the couch, with that dejavu feeling coming over her. Once again, when she put her head in her hands again, she felt herself starting to black out. She tried to pull herself out of it, to no avail.
She woke up once again to find herself in a dark hospital room. She had a hospital gown on, an oxygen tube in her nose, and an IV in her right hand. She was only awake long enough to realize that something bad had happened in that apartment, and sleep overtook her.
Some time later, she woke once again when the nurse opened the curtains in her room. She tried to sit up and was to weak. She tried to speak, but her mouth was too dry. The nurse saw her struggling and told her that she was going to send the doctor in to tell her what was going on. She quietly closed the door behind and left Alyssa all alone again.
A minute later, a female doctor came in and explained that she had a pretty severe case of carbon monoxide poisoning. She also explained that had my roommate not come home when she did, even a few minutes later, she likely would have been dead. The doctor said they could release her when her oxygen levels stabilized, but it likely wouldn't be until the next day. She left the room telling her that an administrator would be in a little later to get some information. Alyssa was alone again.
She wasn't tired, but sleep overtook her once again, but when she woke up the next time, she was laying in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar body next to her. She was paralyzed with fear and too scared to move a muscle. As she lay there, taking shallow, quiet breaths, the person next to her rolled over and in a gentle, sweet, female voice said "Good morning babes".
This beautiful brunette didn't look the slightest bit familiar, but she seemed to know Alyssa. Before she even knew what was going on, the brunette was kissing her neck and whispering something about last night and repeating the fun. it It was at this point that Alyssa had no control of herself because although this woman next to her was a total stranger, she heard herself say "Good morning to you to.........and yeah, I was counting on a sequel to last night."
She felt like a puppet for the next two hours while her and Brunette did some of the freakiest shit she had ever seen. Alyssa wasn't a lesbian, had never even kissed a girl, and had only slept with one guy. Yet her she was, having incredible sex with another woman. She could feel every sensation, enjoyed ever second of it, yet still felt like she was watching a movie. She was literally trying to scream when Brunette started sticking the dildo in her ass, and fought with all her might to keep herself from licking Brunette's ass. When Brunette got out of bed to use the restroom, Alyssa once again felt sleep overtaking her.
She woke up coughing in an overly bright hospital room where a bunch of nurses and doctors hovered over here, talking in hurried voices and saying things like "we have a pulse" and a bunch of other doctor speak. She immediately had the realization that somehow she had died, and these doctors had brought her back from the brink. She still couldn't talk,and her head was to fuzzy to put together any consistent thoughts.
Alyssa didn't fall back asleep this time, and started finally coming around. When she could speak, she asked the nurse what was happening, and everything was explained to her again. She was finally drinking some water now, and was asked for something to eat. Apparently the "Jello is food" idea is still alive and kicking in hospital world.
The first bite of Jello was like heaven, but as she went to take the second bite, she realized she couldn't breathe and started coughing and choking. She fumbled around for the nurse call button and couldn't find it, and also realized that without air in your lungs, you can't scream for help. The blackness overtook her once again.
She awoke to the feeling of being penetrated over and over again, and when she opened her eyes, she was flat on her stomach. The sheets looked and smelled like her own and when she looked to her side, she saw a muscular hand and a tattooed arm. Once again, she was only a spectator in her own body and had to watch as her other self was being fucked in the most humiliating of ways. When the guy had enough of her quivering pussy, he not-so-gently shoved his cock in her ass. She could her herself, and those sounds were not sounds of pain or displeasure. Quite the opposite really, and she just couldn't believe this was happening. The other her, turned her face the other way to see her TV hooked up to a video camera. They were taping the whole thing. The guy was covered in tattoos and had a great body but didn't look the slightest bit familiar. The sex session ended in her sucking his cock that was just in her ass, and swallowing a huge load of his cum. Her mind was reeling from the grossness of it all, and although her brain wanted to puke and run screaming, the other her was enjoying every second of it. When he got up, the other her rolled over and snuggled in to the pillow where sleep overtook her.
When she woke, her head was laying flat on her naked chest, back in her apartment. She still felt dizzy, but knew she had to get some fresh air as soon as possible. Still half naked, she ran outside in to the cold winter air. The air felt good and within seconds starting feeling better. Everything was becoming very clear. With the door still left open, she went back in to the apartment and started opening windows and turning on fans. The apartment got cold really quick and she found some clothes to throw on while she called the maintenance guy. As she listened to the phone ring, she checked her carbon monoxide detector and found that the batteries were completely dead. When he finally answered, it was not the old scratchy voice that she was used to. She asked if this was Marvin, and the new guy said no, he was Jason, the new maintenance guy and would be right over.
Now fully dressed and still airing out her house, she poured herself another cup of coffee. She was putting the dishes away from the dishwasher when there was a knock on the door. She turned around to see the same tattooed guy from her "dream" with the pretty brunette from her other dream. He asked if it was okay if his sister came in with him, they were getting ready to go to lunch when I called. I said it was totally fine, and she shut the door behind her.
When she finally woke up, she was laying flat on her living room floor, and the boxer shorts that had been on before were now gone, and replaced by a pair of red underwear she had never seen before. Things were foggy, and her head was pounding, and it was hard to get the energy to move. She knew something was wrong but couldn't put her finger on it. She sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands, try to get her bearings back and get on top of the headache.
She felt herself getting weaker and weaker, and the blackness overtook her once again. When she woke up, the headache was gone but was laying flat on the floor again with boxers back on. Things were still quite foggy and couldn't remember for sure if the red underwear thing was a dream or not, and found herself wondering what was going on. She did what she did before, and got up to get on the couch, with that dejavu feeling coming over her. Once again, when she put her head in her hands again, she felt herself starting to black out. She tried to pull herself out of it, to no avail.
She woke up once again to find herself in a dark hospital room. She had a hospital gown on, an oxygen tube in her nose, and an IV in her right hand. She was only awake long enough to realize that something bad had happened in that apartment, and sleep overtook her.
Some time later, she woke once again when the nurse opened the curtains in her room. She tried to sit up and was to weak. She tried to speak, but her mouth was too dry. The nurse saw her struggling and told her that she was going to send the doctor in to tell her what was going on. She quietly closed the door behind and left Alyssa all alone again.
A minute later, a female doctor came in and explained that she had a pretty severe case of carbon monoxide poisoning. She also explained that had my roommate not come home when she did, even a few minutes later, she likely would have been dead. The doctor said they could release her when her oxygen levels stabilized, but it likely wouldn't be until the next day. She left the room telling her that an administrator would be in a little later to get some information. Alyssa was alone again.
She wasn't tired, but sleep overtook her once again, but when she woke up the next time, she was laying in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar body next to her. She was paralyzed with fear and too scared to move a muscle. As she lay there, taking shallow, quiet breaths, the person next to her rolled over and in a gentle, sweet, female voice said "Good morning babes".
This beautiful brunette didn't look the slightest bit familiar, but she seemed to know Alyssa. Before she even knew what was going on, the brunette was kissing her neck and whispering something about last night and repeating the fun. it It was at this point that Alyssa had no control of herself because although this woman next to her was a total stranger, she heard herself say "Good morning to you to.........and yeah, I was counting on a sequel to last night."
She felt like a puppet for the next two hours while her and Brunette did some of the freakiest shit she had ever seen. Alyssa wasn't a lesbian, had never even kissed a girl, and had only slept with one guy. Yet her she was, having incredible sex with another woman. She could feel every sensation, enjoyed ever second of it, yet still felt like she was watching a movie. She was literally trying to scream when Brunette started sticking the dildo in her ass, and fought with all her might to keep herself from licking Brunette's ass. When Brunette got out of bed to use the restroom, Alyssa once again felt sleep overtaking her.
She woke up coughing in an overly bright hospital room where a bunch of nurses and doctors hovered over here, talking in hurried voices and saying things like "we have a pulse" and a bunch of other doctor speak. She immediately had the realization that somehow she had died, and these doctors had brought her back from the brink. She still couldn't talk,and her head was to fuzzy to put together any consistent thoughts.
Alyssa didn't fall back asleep this time, and started finally coming around. When she could speak, she asked the nurse what was happening, and everything was explained to her again. She was finally drinking some water now, and was asked for something to eat. Apparently the "Jello is food" idea is still alive and kicking in hospital world.
The first bite of Jello was like heaven, but as she went to take the second bite, she realized she couldn't breathe and started coughing and choking. She fumbled around for the nurse call button and couldn't find it, and also realized that without air in your lungs, you can't scream for help. The blackness overtook her once again.
She awoke to the feeling of being penetrated over and over again, and when she opened her eyes, she was flat on her stomach. The sheets looked and smelled like her own and when she looked to her side, she saw a muscular hand and a tattooed arm. Once again, she was only a spectator in her own body and had to watch as her other self was being fucked in the most humiliating of ways. When the guy had enough of her quivering pussy, he not-so-gently shoved his cock in her ass. She could her herself, and those sounds were not sounds of pain or displeasure. Quite the opposite really, and she just couldn't believe this was happening. The other her, turned her face the other way to see her TV hooked up to a video camera. They were taping the whole thing. The guy was covered in tattoos and had a great body but didn't look the slightest bit familiar. The sex session ended in her sucking his cock that was just in her ass, and swallowing a huge load of his cum. Her mind was reeling from the grossness of it all, and although her brain wanted to puke and run screaming, the other her was enjoying every second of it. When he got up, the other her rolled over and snuggled in to the pillow where sleep overtook her.
When she woke, her head was laying flat on her naked chest, back in her apartment. She still felt dizzy, but knew she had to get some fresh air as soon as possible. Still half naked, she ran outside in to the cold winter air. The air felt good and within seconds starting feeling better. Everything was becoming very clear. With the door still left open, she went back in to the apartment and started opening windows and turning on fans. The apartment got cold really quick and she found some clothes to throw on while she called the maintenance guy. As she listened to the phone ring, she checked her carbon monoxide detector and found that the batteries were completely dead. When he finally answered, it was not the old scratchy voice that she was used to. She asked if this was Marvin, and the new guy said no, he was Jason, the new maintenance guy and would be right over.
Now fully dressed and still airing out her house, she poured herself another cup of coffee. She was putting the dishes away from the dishwasher when there was a knock on the door. She turned around to see the same tattooed guy from her "dream" with the pretty brunette from her other dream. He asked if it was okay if his sister came in with him, they were getting ready to go to lunch when I called. I said it was totally fine, and she shut the door behind her.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
United States Marshall service and mistaken identity
Well, I got the job, and I fly to meet my trainer in Lansing, MI on Monday. But I have to tell you, the whole background check thing really opened my eyes, and things got a little weird.
So, last Thursday I am walking back from the Laundromat with a basket full of clothes, and just as I put my key in to the door, I am asked if I am "insert my name here". It was two men, dressed in jeans with white shirts and blue jackets on. On the front of the jacket it says "US Marshall Service". My heart dropped out of my chest......I told them that is who I was, and they pointed inside my apartment and said they needed to have a word with me. One of them tells me that for my safety and theirs, they are going to have to place me in cuffs while they ask me some questions. So at this point, I am completely shitting myself and I find myself starting to cry. So they cuff me, and ask me to sit down at my kitchen table. They introduce themselves again, and once again ask me my name and date of birth as well as my social security number. They ask me when and where I have traveled outside of Idaho, and I tell them the trips that I took, blah blah blah. I am trying to control my crying, but I have no clue what's going on. Then they ask if I have ever been to Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas or New Mexico. I tell them that I haven't, and they ask again. I repeat myself and then they start asking me how I know this list of people they start reading off. I tell them that I do not know who those people are, and they ask again. So this goes on for probably 20 minutes when they tell me that I am being detained for outstanding warrants in 4 states, and I am wanted in connection with a kidnapping investigation in Arkansas. WHAT? What are you talking about? I don't get this, I have never been there.................crying, blabbering, pleading..........etc.
So, they lead me down in cuffs to their car. I am allowed my purse and my keys and off to Bonneville county booking and processing I go.
So, I am now a complete mess, sobbing and crying like a little bitch and before I know it, the car is parked and they are leading me inside the county building. They ask me to sit down and wait and that I would be processed in a few minutes. So they take my picture, take my fingerprints and I am lead in to a little room where I wait for the better part of an hour before a Bonneville County Sheriff guy comes in with both of the Marshall's. After another half an hour of questioning, and me pleading my case that I had NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I WAS THERE FOR, they excused themselves and said they would be back. After another hour of no water, and really having to use the bathroom, the Marshall's came back in, and asked me to stand up. The cuffs came off, and they asked me to follow them. By this time, I was horribly upset, shaking like a leaf and MAD AS HELL. I asked the one just in front of me if I should just go ahead and pee my pants, or if one of them would kindly take me to the restroom. To my surprise, they asked where it was, and pointed it out to me, and then didn't follow me.
I went pee, and then took a minute to compose myself, wash my face, blow my nose and take a few breaths. When I came out, he was waiting there, and then led me in to a conference room with the same cop. I was asked to sit down, and then was asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked for some water and then asked for some answers. At this point, my blubbering self was gone, and out came "pissed off and badass" me. Nobody said a word until they brought me a bottle of water. I finally started getting some answers.
Somewhere out there is another "me". Same exact name (middle name and all) same exact birthdate, but with no Social Security number. I know, hard to believe in this day and age that someone could be 21 years old with no Social, but I guess it's more common than we know. The other "me" doesn't have a drivers license, and no other records besides a birth certificate. They finally figured out it wasn't me when they ran my prints, and there was no match. They didn't give details, but the other "me" is a true bad-ass bitch with outstanding warrants out everywhere. When they ran my background check through the computer system thingy, my name got red-flagged with all of this shit this other bitch has done. So, call in the Marshall service and scare the shit out of me. They apologized over and over and then gave me a ride home, offering to buy me lunch. I told them I just wanted to go home, and thanked them for their offer.
When I got back home, I called my boss and explained what had happened. He told me that he knew about what had come up in the background check, and couldn't say anything until they had done their investigation. He was very pleased that it was mistaken identity and once the official report got back to him, he could make a formal job offer. I got that formal job offer on Monday. I was kind of surprised that they had spent all the money that they had spent on my word alone of a "clean background" check. Either way, I am ready to go.
So Megan started moving in on Friday, but didn't actually stay the night until Sunday. We were both kind of nervous, but spent most of Sunday visiting and getting to know each other. Megan tends bar 3 nights a week, and during the day she does the payroll and bookkeeping for a service company. She has a bachelors degree in accounting, speaks Spanish, French & Italian. Not only that, but she is learning Mandarin right now because with her language skills alone, she can make 5 times what she is making now at one of the biggest employers here in town. She is quite the smarty pants.
Not only that, but she is smoking hot, a lesbian, and we totally had sex! Okay, I made the last two parts up.
She did make the comment to me that if I ever get bored, I could totally borrow one of her hundreds of DVD's (the spoils of war from her ex-boyfriend), and when I did that last night, hidden in the back was 4 or 5 porn dvd's from probably 10 or 12 years ago. So, maybe this chick is freaky like me. Who am I kidding? Nobody is as freaky as me. LOL.
Before I close, I am going to tell you a secret. Although I am a 98% confirmed lesbian, I somehow got it in to my head that this weekend I was going to pick a guy up at a bar, fuck him, and leave him seconds later. I have really decided that although I am not going to be an outright cunt, I am going to treat him like men treat women after a one night stand. I will get freaky, I will have fun, and I will make him fall in love with me, and I will never see him again. I don't know why I thought about doing this, but I have even told a couple of friends. One of my friends says she wants to do the same thing, but we will see. 5 or 6 of us are going out on Friday, and probably Saturday. It will be my last hurrah here in town for a while.
Just to be honest, I don't know how much time I will have to keep this updated. (Yeah, like I have done such a good job of it up until now). So, until next time my friends............Stay moist, have fun and fuck all you can. Hugs and Kisses, and I love ya.
Sammie.
So, last Thursday I am walking back from the Laundromat with a basket full of clothes, and just as I put my key in to the door, I am asked if I am "insert my name here". It was two men, dressed in jeans with white shirts and blue jackets on. On the front of the jacket it says "US Marshall Service". My heart dropped out of my chest......I told them that is who I was, and they pointed inside my apartment and said they needed to have a word with me. One of them tells me that for my safety and theirs, they are going to have to place me in cuffs while they ask me some questions. So at this point, I am completely shitting myself and I find myself starting to cry. So they cuff me, and ask me to sit down at my kitchen table. They introduce themselves again, and once again ask me my name and date of birth as well as my social security number. They ask me when and where I have traveled outside of Idaho, and I tell them the trips that I took, blah blah blah. I am trying to control my crying, but I have no clue what's going on. Then they ask if I have ever been to Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas or New Mexico. I tell them that I haven't, and they ask again. I repeat myself and then they start asking me how I know this list of people they start reading off. I tell them that I do not know who those people are, and they ask again. So this goes on for probably 20 minutes when they tell me that I am being detained for outstanding warrants in 4 states, and I am wanted in connection with a kidnapping investigation in Arkansas. WHAT? What are you talking about? I don't get this, I have never been there.................crying, blabbering, pleading..........etc.
So, they lead me down in cuffs to their car. I am allowed my purse and my keys and off to Bonneville county booking and processing I go.
So, I am now a complete mess, sobbing and crying like a little bitch and before I know it, the car is parked and they are leading me inside the county building. They ask me to sit down and wait and that I would be processed in a few minutes. So they take my picture, take my fingerprints and I am lead in to a little room where I wait for the better part of an hour before a Bonneville County Sheriff guy comes in with both of the Marshall's. After another half an hour of questioning, and me pleading my case that I had NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I WAS THERE FOR, they excused themselves and said they would be back. After another hour of no water, and really having to use the bathroom, the Marshall's came back in, and asked me to stand up. The cuffs came off, and they asked me to follow them. By this time, I was horribly upset, shaking like a leaf and MAD AS HELL. I asked the one just in front of me if I should just go ahead and pee my pants, or if one of them would kindly take me to the restroom. To my surprise, they asked where it was, and pointed it out to me, and then didn't follow me.
I went pee, and then took a minute to compose myself, wash my face, blow my nose and take a few breaths. When I came out, he was waiting there, and then led me in to a conference room with the same cop. I was asked to sit down, and then was asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked for some water and then asked for some answers. At this point, my blubbering self was gone, and out came "pissed off and badass" me. Nobody said a word until they brought me a bottle of water. I finally started getting some answers.
Somewhere out there is another "me". Same exact name (middle name and all) same exact birthdate, but with no Social Security number. I know, hard to believe in this day and age that someone could be 21 years old with no Social, but I guess it's more common than we know. The other "me" doesn't have a drivers license, and no other records besides a birth certificate. They finally figured out it wasn't me when they ran my prints, and there was no match. They didn't give details, but the other "me" is a true bad-ass bitch with outstanding warrants out everywhere. When they ran my background check through the computer system thingy, my name got red-flagged with all of this shit this other bitch has done. So, call in the Marshall service and scare the shit out of me. They apologized over and over and then gave me a ride home, offering to buy me lunch. I told them I just wanted to go home, and thanked them for their offer.
When I got back home, I called my boss and explained what had happened. He told me that he knew about what had come up in the background check, and couldn't say anything until they had done their investigation. He was very pleased that it was mistaken identity and once the official report got back to him, he could make a formal job offer. I got that formal job offer on Monday. I was kind of surprised that they had spent all the money that they had spent on my word alone of a "clean background" check. Either way, I am ready to go.
So Megan started moving in on Friday, but didn't actually stay the night until Sunday. We were both kind of nervous, but spent most of Sunday visiting and getting to know each other. Megan tends bar 3 nights a week, and during the day she does the payroll and bookkeeping for a service company. She has a bachelors degree in accounting, speaks Spanish, French & Italian. Not only that, but she is learning Mandarin right now because with her language skills alone, she can make 5 times what she is making now at one of the biggest employers here in town. She is quite the smarty pants.
Not only that, but she is smoking hot, a lesbian, and we totally had sex! Okay, I made the last two parts up.
She did make the comment to me that if I ever get bored, I could totally borrow one of her hundreds of DVD's (the spoils of war from her ex-boyfriend), and when I did that last night, hidden in the back was 4 or 5 porn dvd's from probably 10 or 12 years ago. So, maybe this chick is freaky like me. Who am I kidding? Nobody is as freaky as me. LOL.
Before I close, I am going to tell you a secret. Although I am a 98% confirmed lesbian, I somehow got it in to my head that this weekend I was going to pick a guy up at a bar, fuck him, and leave him seconds later. I have really decided that although I am not going to be an outright cunt, I am going to treat him like men treat women after a one night stand. I will get freaky, I will have fun, and I will make him fall in love with me, and I will never see him again. I don't know why I thought about doing this, but I have even told a couple of friends. One of my friends says she wants to do the same thing, but we will see. 5 or 6 of us are going out on Friday, and probably Saturday. It will be my last hurrah here in town for a while.
Just to be honest, I don't know how much time I will have to keep this updated. (Yeah, like I have done such a good job of it up until now). So, until next time my friends............Stay moist, have fun and fuck all you can. Hugs and Kisses, and I love ya.
Sammie.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Just met with Megan, my new roommate.
Megan, my new roommate just left here. She is going to move in on Friday. So, Megan could damn near be my older sister............We have a ton in common, she seems clean, has a good job, and only is moving out from her other apartment because her roommate is getting married, and her and her new husband want to live in the apartment. I told her that I would need a deposit of $300 and her share of the rent would be $300 a month. She was totally fine with that and then wrote me a check for $450 to cover the deposit and half a month in rent. I explained my situation, explained how I like MY apartment kept, and she was totally cool with it. YEAH FOR ME!
Been a whirlwind week.
Okay, so two Monday's ago, after sitting feeling sick and anxious all day, I finally get the call that I have been waiting for. When he finally called, it was a conditional job offer, and wanted me to get started on Tuesday. First I had to go and get fingerprinted, and pay the $65 for the background check. (Would be reimbursed), go and get a UA, open up a checking account at Bank Of America (the bank the company uses for credit cards, etc.) and pack my clothes for a trip to Las Vegas.
So, at the home office, I went and took a 4 day class. It is a class that each and every employee has to go to once a year, and I just happened to be hired the day before it started. I have taken classes like this before, but man, it was everything I could do to stay awake. The first day, the class was about Harassment and it's different forms, and then the rest of the day was managing emotions and others emotions in the workplace. The second day, there were two more classes: Dealing with stress in the workplace and managing multiple deadlines, and the second class was based on the book, "7 habits of highly effective people". The 3rd day was a class on customer service, and that one lasted ALL DAY. The 4th day was my orientation where I learned about all the conferences, hotels we use, caterers, etc.
Here is the other great thing............They have someone that works in their corporate office that is also a stylist. They gave me a $1000 clothing allowance, and Saturday, she took me out shopping. I ended up with 4 summer dresses, 3 pant suits, some nice shirts, a couple of sweaters, a nice overcoat, and 3 pairs of shoes. I was surprised at how much I got for $1000, but they have an agreement with a store that gives them pretty deep discounts on clothing because everyone comes in once year to buy $1000 worth of clothes.
So, I flew back on Monday night after a really really long week. They technically can't send me out until the background check comes back, and it should be back no later than Thursday. So in the meantime, I am just sitting around, getting more anxious to start my new job.
So, I put an ad in the paper (online) for a roommate. I thought maybe there were rules stating male/female roommate, but I guess there isn't. I got 4 calls on Sunday, the day the ad came out, and I have met with 3 of them so far. I got 2 calls today, and will meet with them tonight. You ever met someone and the first second you meet them, you know you don't like them? I met with a gal yesterday who was in her mid-thirties, and just seemed "dirty". She had bad breath, her car looked like she didn't know what a garbage can was, dirt under her fingernails, and right away started to talk me down on the rent. So, yeah, she was a big fat no. The second girl was probably my age, had a 1yr old baby, lived on food stamps, welfare and child support. Sorry, I am not coming back to a house with a baby in it, and someone who may not always be able to pay. The 3rd woman didn't seem so bad, but would probably only need a place to live for 4-5 months until her contract was up where she worked. She is a maybe, but I don't really want to have to take time to do this again 6 months from now. I really only took the time to explain the situation to the last one, and she seemed okay with it. I seriously hate having a roommate, and I don't need help with the rent (It's all paid for), but I want someone to keep an eye on my stuff. So I guess we will see.
Oh, gotta tell you this one. So, while I am in Vegas, I was staying at Bally's.The room was decent, but still smelled like old stale smoke, and the carpets needed to be replaced. Anyways, I come back from class that one day, and the room is about 10 degrees. I tried to turn it down, with no luck. So I call down to the front, they send up some skeezy guy to look at it, he can't fix it, so he calls down to the front on his walkie talkie, and tells me someone will be up to move me rooms. Now, when she tells me that she is moving me rooms, I don't complain or get all pissy, even though it pisses me off that I have to pack up the bathroom, find all my stuff...................So anyways, she gives me a key and says that I can move at my leisure, and that they have upgraded me to a suite for the rest of the time I am there, (It was Thursday night). I thank her, pack up all my shit, and head up to my new room, 4 floors up. I open the door to a room that was twice the size of my old one. It had a big flatscreen tv, king size bed, and a jetted tub that I could swim in. It was fuckin awesome! I hadn't even gotten unpacked before I had hot water running in the tub. Funny thing is, when the jets were on, there was one that seemed to hit just the right spot, if you know what I mean! LOL. I gotta go, my next potential roommate will be here at 2, and I haven't even showered for the day yet.
So, at the home office, I went and took a 4 day class. It is a class that each and every employee has to go to once a year, and I just happened to be hired the day before it started. I have taken classes like this before, but man, it was everything I could do to stay awake. The first day, the class was about Harassment and it's different forms, and then the rest of the day was managing emotions and others emotions in the workplace. The second day, there were two more classes: Dealing with stress in the workplace and managing multiple deadlines, and the second class was based on the book, "7 habits of highly effective people". The 3rd day was a class on customer service, and that one lasted ALL DAY. The 4th day was my orientation where I learned about all the conferences, hotels we use, caterers, etc.
Here is the other great thing............They have someone that works in their corporate office that is also a stylist. They gave me a $1000 clothing allowance, and Saturday, she took me out shopping. I ended up with 4 summer dresses, 3 pant suits, some nice shirts, a couple of sweaters, a nice overcoat, and 3 pairs of shoes. I was surprised at how much I got for $1000, but they have an agreement with a store that gives them pretty deep discounts on clothing because everyone comes in once year to buy $1000 worth of clothes.
So, I flew back on Monday night after a really really long week. They technically can't send me out until the background check comes back, and it should be back no later than Thursday. So in the meantime, I am just sitting around, getting more anxious to start my new job.
So, I put an ad in the paper (online) for a roommate. I thought maybe there were rules stating male/female roommate, but I guess there isn't. I got 4 calls on Sunday, the day the ad came out, and I have met with 3 of them so far. I got 2 calls today, and will meet with them tonight. You ever met someone and the first second you meet them, you know you don't like them? I met with a gal yesterday who was in her mid-thirties, and just seemed "dirty". She had bad breath, her car looked like she didn't know what a garbage can was, dirt under her fingernails, and right away started to talk me down on the rent. So, yeah, she was a big fat no. The second girl was probably my age, had a 1yr old baby, lived on food stamps, welfare and child support. Sorry, I am not coming back to a house with a baby in it, and someone who may not always be able to pay. The 3rd woman didn't seem so bad, but would probably only need a place to live for 4-5 months until her contract was up where she worked. She is a maybe, but I don't really want to have to take time to do this again 6 months from now. I really only took the time to explain the situation to the last one, and she seemed okay with it. I seriously hate having a roommate, and I don't need help with the rent (It's all paid for), but I want someone to keep an eye on my stuff. So I guess we will see.
Oh, gotta tell you this one. So, while I am in Vegas, I was staying at Bally's.The room was decent, but still smelled like old stale smoke, and the carpets needed to be replaced. Anyways, I come back from class that one day, and the room is about 10 degrees. I tried to turn it down, with no luck. So I call down to the front, they send up some skeezy guy to look at it, he can't fix it, so he calls down to the front on his walkie talkie, and tells me someone will be up to move me rooms. Now, when she tells me that she is moving me rooms, I don't complain or get all pissy, even though it pisses me off that I have to pack up the bathroom, find all my stuff...................So anyways, she gives me a key and says that I can move at my leisure, and that they have upgraded me to a suite for the rest of the time I am there, (It was Thursday night). I thank her, pack up all my shit, and head up to my new room, 4 floors up. I open the door to a room that was twice the size of my old one. It had a big flatscreen tv, king size bed, and a jetted tub that I could swim in. It was fuckin awesome! I hadn't even gotten unpacked before I had hot water running in the tub. Funny thing is, when the jets were on, there was one that seemed to hit just the right spot, if you know what I mean! LOL. I gotta go, my next potential roommate will be here at 2, and I haven't even showered for the day yet.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Strange job offer last night.
So I am at work last night, and started chatting with a customer that has been coming in a few times a month for a couple of years. He comes in, buys a few books, gets a coffee, a water, a small dessert treat and sits until we close. He is in his mid-fifties, and really friendly. Friendly to the point that I know quite a bit more than I should regarding his personal life. I never knew what he did for a living, but I know his wife died on New Years day of 2000, I know his only child is a son who is in prison for involuntary manslaughter, I know that he spends 12-18 days a week in Idaho Falls, I know that he owns 2 condos..............Anyways, I stop and chat with him for a few minutes as I am on my way by helping other customers, whatever. So he asks if I ever thought about changing jobs, and I tell him of course. He asks that on my break, I come and chat with him a minute. So, I took my break at 9:30, and sat down with him. It really started out as a job interview, and I kept waiting for the shoe to drop. He asked me what jobs I have had, what experience I have, if I had any problem relocating, what kind of money I would like to be making in 5 years, 10 years.........So I got to a certain point, and in my job interview voice, asked what all this was regarding. He tells me that he has an opening at his company, and the first person he thought about was me, because I am young, friendly, "easy to look at", female and smart. I asked him what the job was, and he told me that he had to make a couple of phone calls and would let me know. He then asked my full name, my date of birth, where I was born. He then asked if he could do a background check on me and if there was anything I would find on there. I told him no. He shook my hand, and said he would get back to me. Well, I spotted him a couple of times walking around the store, never once taking the cell phone from his ear, and when he finally caught up with me again, it was pretty close to closing. At that time, I was in the middle of helping some customers and couldn't stop and chat. He then asked what time I got off, and asked if I would meet him at Perkins to discuss a job offer. Now, this whole time, I really am waiting for the shoe to drop, but told him that I would. I have to admit, I made sure my taser worked and that I had my mace before I met him at Perkins.
So, I order coffee, and had not planned on eating until he offered to buy. As we waited for our food, he told me what the job was. He owns a company that goes around the country preparing and setting up trade shows, conventions, seminars, concerts and events. The way I understood it, his company sets up the accomodations and travel arrangements for people related to the trade shows like VIP, event coordinators, staff, etc. He also sets up catering, hires security companies if necessary and just about everything besides actually putting on the event itself.
So there was a lot of other details that I won't get in to. But if he hires me, I will be working with the woman I am replacing for a month, learning everything that she does. The job starts at $38,000 a year, but that is only the base pay. I would also get up to $1100 a month in per-diem, and I would get $600 a month towards a vehicle with a gas card. The lady I am replacing drives a Mercedes M-class SUV thingy, but it would be my choice for vehicle because I would ultimately have to get my own loan and pay for it myself. I would be gone about 15-18 days a month in the winter months (November thru January) and about 20-25 days a month in the summer. The pay is just to start, but I would also get to keep all my airline miles, and travel points for rental cars, hotels etc. I would get 3 weeks paid vacation every year, but could only take them during times when nothing was going on. I don't really know how that works, and I guess I would find out if I got the job.
He told me that the job is very stressful at times when things don't go as planned and it will happen ALL THE TIME, but that is the part of the job, and the part that none of his employees complain about. I will get to meet celebrities, rock starts, Presidents and CEO's of billion dollar companies, and movie stars. Many of the hotels that he deals with will routinely give the people in my position the best rooms in the hotel for bringing in VIP's and there is one that he wouldn't name that gives up their concierge service completely free of charge for just about anything that is asked for. He went in to the professionalism of it, how his employees are asked to carry themselves, etc. It was 2:30 in the morning before we got out of there. He shook my hand like a gentleman, and told me that he would get back to me on Monday with his decision, and that would give me the weekend to decide if I wanted to do it or not.
I seriously wanted to ask him "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? OF COURSE I WANT THE JOB!!!!!!!!" Instead, I told him that it sounded like a great opportunity, and that he gave me a lot to think about. My stomach has seriously been in knots since I woke up this morning with the anticipation of him offering me the job.
So, I order coffee, and had not planned on eating until he offered to buy. As we waited for our food, he told me what the job was. He owns a company that goes around the country preparing and setting up trade shows, conventions, seminars, concerts and events. The way I understood it, his company sets up the accomodations and travel arrangements for people related to the trade shows like VIP, event coordinators, staff, etc. He also sets up catering, hires security companies if necessary and just about everything besides actually putting on the event itself.
So there was a lot of other details that I won't get in to. But if he hires me, I will be working with the woman I am replacing for a month, learning everything that she does. The job starts at $38,000 a year, but that is only the base pay. I would also get up to $1100 a month in per-diem, and I would get $600 a month towards a vehicle with a gas card. The lady I am replacing drives a Mercedes M-class SUV thingy, but it would be my choice for vehicle because I would ultimately have to get my own loan and pay for it myself. I would be gone about 15-18 days a month in the winter months (November thru January) and about 20-25 days a month in the summer. The pay is just to start, but I would also get to keep all my airline miles, and travel points for rental cars, hotels etc. I would get 3 weeks paid vacation every year, but could only take them during times when nothing was going on. I don't really know how that works, and I guess I would find out if I got the job.
He told me that the job is very stressful at times when things don't go as planned and it will happen ALL THE TIME, but that is the part of the job, and the part that none of his employees complain about. I will get to meet celebrities, rock starts, Presidents and CEO's of billion dollar companies, and movie stars. Many of the hotels that he deals with will routinely give the people in my position the best rooms in the hotel for bringing in VIP's and there is one that he wouldn't name that gives up their concierge service completely free of charge for just about anything that is asked for. He went in to the professionalism of it, how his employees are asked to carry themselves, etc. It was 2:30 in the morning before we got out of there. He shook my hand like a gentleman, and told me that he would get back to me on Monday with his decision, and that would give me the weekend to decide if I wanted to do it or not.
I seriously wanted to ask him "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? OF COURSE I WANT THE JOB!!!!!!!!" Instead, I told him that it sounded like a great opportunity, and that he gave me a lot to think about. My stomach has seriously been in knots since I woke up this morning with the anticipation of him offering me the job.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The downhill slope and getting over shit.
So, to catch you up on my story a bit:
My unemployment got denied by my employer. I found that out last Monday, and today I had a conference call with a Judge in Boise for my appeal. My lawyer was there, and it took all of about an hour. I don't exactly know when I will find out if my appeal was denied or approved. If it's approved, then my case goes in front of the EEOC, and if they say I have a lawsuit, I can sue my former employer. However, that part can take a month or more, so I guess we will see.
I am back to having 3 jobs again. I was lucky enough that all of my other employers were nice enough to give me my jobs back, and one of them, actually gave me a raise to come back and put my name in for management traineee. It's not what you think though. I mean, sure, it could turn in to something, but there is about 10 managers at this place so you can imagine how that goes.
So, enough of the downer shit. I still have nobody in my life, and for right now I am okay with that. Sure, I am lonely, but I still have my friends. The thing with Amy was really nice, but she is different now. But I guess we all are. We had a great time in San Diego, but I am not ready to move to Salt Lake and be a wife (for lack of a better word). And I don't really like SLC all that much anyhow. She keeps saying she is going to drive up for the weekend, but she is an avid snowboarder and has a season pass at one of the resorts down there, and goes up there 3 to 4 times a week with friends. I know I may not see her again until this summer.
However, being with her did make me realize one thing..............I am not the only girl who is in to anal. I have seen plenty of pornos that say otherwise, but all of my friends don't like it. I have some friends that do it on occasion, but it's not because they like it. Anyways, Amy is definitely in to it.
The last night we stayed in San Diego, we went to a club and had a lot to drink. When we got back to the hotel room, we were naked within seconds and all over each other. It wasn't that long in to it, that Amy asks if I would be willing to try something. I say sure, and ask her what. She tells me that she wants to lick my asshole and play with it. I tell her that she can play with it all she wants and that I really like it. We then spend the next 45 minutes playing, kissing and talking about anal. She told me a story about a gay friend of hers that has a HUGE cock. They got to drinking wine one night, and the conversation turned to sex, and they decided to fuck. She told him she liked anal, but didn't realize how big he was. She said he cock was every bit of 10 inches and as big around as a paper towel roll. He stuck it in her pussy first, and was literally too big. When they tried the anal, she said it hurt at first, but once she relaxed even more, said it felt awesome. The guy had the stamina of a porn star, and she came 5 times before he did.
Well, neither one of us brought any toys, and we both wanted to do that. We got dressed, call a taxi, and had her take us to an adult bookstore. She told us about one that wasn't that far away, but then said how gross it was. She told us about one that was about 10 minutes away, and had a strip club in the front of it.
We talked about going in to the strip club and decided against it. Instead, we asked the cab driver to leave the meter running while we went it. $190 later we came out with silicone lube, a small butt plug, a bigger butt plug, a double ended dildo, a strap on dildo and a set of silver bullets.
We giggled like a couple of school girls when we got back in to the taxi, and the driver made the comment that we must be having quite the party. It was almost 2 when we got back to the room, and it was 5:30 before we got in the shower to end the night. I came 19 times, 4 of those were big ones, and Amy came 9 times, 2 of those were big ones. I have never been fucked that hard, or that good in my entire life.
So, I am off to take a bath, read a little of a new book that I picked up, and get to sleep. Thanks for continuing to read my blog.
My unemployment got denied by my employer. I found that out last Monday, and today I had a conference call with a Judge in Boise for my appeal. My lawyer was there, and it took all of about an hour. I don't exactly know when I will find out if my appeal was denied or approved. If it's approved, then my case goes in front of the EEOC, and if they say I have a lawsuit, I can sue my former employer. However, that part can take a month or more, so I guess we will see.
I am back to having 3 jobs again. I was lucky enough that all of my other employers were nice enough to give me my jobs back, and one of them, actually gave me a raise to come back and put my name in for management traineee. It's not what you think though. I mean, sure, it could turn in to something, but there is about 10 managers at this place so you can imagine how that goes.
So, enough of the downer shit. I still have nobody in my life, and for right now I am okay with that. Sure, I am lonely, but I still have my friends. The thing with Amy was really nice, but she is different now. But I guess we all are. We had a great time in San Diego, but I am not ready to move to Salt Lake and be a wife (for lack of a better word). And I don't really like SLC all that much anyhow. She keeps saying she is going to drive up for the weekend, but she is an avid snowboarder and has a season pass at one of the resorts down there, and goes up there 3 to 4 times a week with friends. I know I may not see her again until this summer.
However, being with her did make me realize one thing..............I am not the only girl who is in to anal. I have seen plenty of pornos that say otherwise, but all of my friends don't like it. I have some friends that do it on occasion, but it's not because they like it. Anyways, Amy is definitely in to it.
The last night we stayed in San Diego, we went to a club and had a lot to drink. When we got back to the hotel room, we were naked within seconds and all over each other. It wasn't that long in to it, that Amy asks if I would be willing to try something. I say sure, and ask her what. She tells me that she wants to lick my asshole and play with it. I tell her that she can play with it all she wants and that I really like it. We then spend the next 45 minutes playing, kissing and talking about anal. She told me a story about a gay friend of hers that has a HUGE cock. They got to drinking wine one night, and the conversation turned to sex, and they decided to fuck. She told him she liked anal, but didn't realize how big he was. She said he cock was every bit of 10 inches and as big around as a paper towel roll. He stuck it in her pussy first, and was literally too big. When they tried the anal, she said it hurt at first, but once she relaxed even more, said it felt awesome. The guy had the stamina of a porn star, and she came 5 times before he did.
Well, neither one of us brought any toys, and we both wanted to do that. We got dressed, call a taxi, and had her take us to an adult bookstore. She told us about one that wasn't that far away, but then said how gross it was. She told us about one that was about 10 minutes away, and had a strip club in the front of it.
We talked about going in to the strip club and decided against it. Instead, we asked the cab driver to leave the meter running while we went it. $190 later we came out with silicone lube, a small butt plug, a bigger butt plug, a double ended dildo, a strap on dildo and a set of silver bullets.
We giggled like a couple of school girls when we got back in to the taxi, and the driver made the comment that we must be having quite the party. It was almost 2 when we got back to the room, and it was 5:30 before we got in the shower to end the night. I came 19 times, 4 of those were big ones, and Amy came 9 times, 2 of those were big ones. I have never been fucked that hard, or that good in my entire life.
So, I am off to take a bath, read a little of a new book that I picked up, and get to sleep. Thanks for continuing to read my blog.
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