Monday, December 13, 2004
this is only a test.
I haven’t had this much verbal diarrhea swirling around in my head since that time I dropped acid. I don’t want to every glorify that moment or make it seem like some cool rebel thing that all suburban teenagers should try because really, when you examine that night, what I did was incredibly stupid and irresponsible. My parents leave town for the weekend and I invite one friend to sleep over. She drinks a couple of my dad’s beers and then goes to sleep I phone J the dealer and tell him that I’m going to “do it” and he says I shouldn’t because there isn’t anyone sober to take care of me. I do it anyway. To be honest, it wasn’t’ even that good. I filled pages of a notebook about my feelings towards Purple Rain, the only movie shown between midnight and three a.m. ever as far as I can tell.
What tripped this latest spewing though, I’m not sure. Could it be a flashback, or just second trimester hormones?
I was visiting theblacksaint.com and pining for Kelso’s run down of the OC, I mean really missing them because she would add in the asides and observations made during the episode by her husband and I always found it terribly funny. Then I thought, why do I care about the synopsis of some show I couldn’t even sit through one whole episode of? That whole train of thought bled into my dislike of the Neutrogena ads featuring Mischa Barton and then a little mini brain rant about how Mischa is a boy’s name (Russian variation of Mikhael) and again, why do I care?This is why I’ll never be a writer, too many discordant thoughts and no way to pull the truly rich ones through
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I haven’t had this much verbal diarrhea swirling around in my head since that time I dropped acid. I don’t want to every glorify that moment or make it seem like some cool rebel thing that all suburban teenagers should try because really, when you examine that night, what I did was incredibly stupid and irresponsible. My parents leave town for the weekend and I invite one friend to sleep over. She drinks a couple of my dad’s beers and then goes to sleep I phone J the dealer and tell him that I’m going to “do it” and he says I shouldn’t because there isn’t anyone sober to take care of me. I do it anyway. To be honest, it wasn’t’ even that good. I filled pages of a notebook about my feelings towards Purple Rain, the only movie shown between midnight and three a.m. ever as far as I can tell.
What tripped this latest spewing though, I’m not sure. Could it be a flashback, or just second trimester hormones?
I was visiting theblacksaint.com and pining for Kelso’s run down of the OC, I mean really missing them because she would add in the asides and observations made during the episode by her husband and I always found it terribly funny. Then I thought, why do I care about the synopsis of some show I couldn’t even sit through one whole episode of? That whole train of thought bled into my dislike of the Neutrogena ads featuring Mischa Barton and then a little mini brain rant about how Mischa is a boy’s name (Russian variation of Mikhael) and again, why do I care?This is why I’ll never be a writer, too many discordant thoughts and no way to pull the truly rich ones through
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Hot boy at work told me that he coaches girls high school volleyball. I almost bit my knuckle with jealousy. Poor guy, he's just too cute to be surrounded by seventeen year old girls. They must throw themselves at him. I understand completely.
I have a great fantasy stored up staring my completely-geeky-but-gorgeous 24 year old grade 12 biology teacher and a super-sexy seventeen year old me getting inappropriate in the lab prep room. Sigh, if only I could have made that one a reality.
baby news: MG and I have decided on Yellow for the nursery, and I found this that is an absolute must buy for the baby.
Now, back to the fantasies!!!!
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I have a great fantasy stored up staring my completely-geeky-but-gorgeous 24 year old grade 12 biology teacher and a super-sexy seventeen year old me getting inappropriate in the lab prep room. Sigh, if only I could have made that one a reality.
baby news: MG and I have decided on Yellow for the nursery, and I found this that is an absolute must buy for the baby.
Now, back to the fantasies!!!!
Friday, October 29, 2004
Dusting the cobwebs off old relationships . . .
When I was sixteen I used to go to your house after school. You had this dingy bedroom in the basement, no finished walls, lit by a bare bulb strung from the rafters. You had a fantastic collection of LPs and you would put Depeche Mode on your stereo. We would crawl into your twin bed and I would go to sleep. You would spend side one looking at me and side two running your hands up and down my body, never pushing it, never taking it too far. After the record was done I would wake up and you would drive me home.
This went on for weeks and I became this calm, serene person. But I never kissed you or reciprocated in any way.
Last night I had a dream about PB, whom I always lusted for. It was the most salacious, intense sexual dream that I can remember. I wanted to consume him, I was running my tongue over every part of his body, kissing and caressing him, taking all of him into every part of me.
I wish I could be fourteen again, knowing what I know now. I would do to him what I did to him last night in my mind, and I would hold my head high when they called me a slut at school!
Baby news: It's A . . . BABY!!! The ultrasound showed that I am indeed carrying a human baby. Gender could not be determined as the little darling was covering up the area where the "bits" are located. I'm painting the nursery yellow, buying one teddy bear and one tonka truck. The layettes will be white, yellow and green. The minute I actually give birth I will send MG into the night to purchase gender specific articles for Nut.
BAH
Halloween news. This Halloween I will attempt to get into my sex-kitten attire. Failing that I thought I would put on stretch pants, a belly shirt and high heels and go to the Halloween fete as a cougar.
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When I was sixteen I used to go to your house after school. You had this dingy bedroom in the basement, no finished walls, lit by a bare bulb strung from the rafters. You had a fantastic collection of LPs and you would put Depeche Mode on your stereo. We would crawl into your twin bed and I would go to sleep. You would spend side one looking at me and side two running your hands up and down my body, never pushing it, never taking it too far. After the record was done I would wake up and you would drive me home.
This went on for weeks and I became this calm, serene person. But I never kissed you or reciprocated in any way.
Last night I had a dream about PB, whom I always lusted for. It was the most salacious, intense sexual dream that I can remember. I wanted to consume him, I was running my tongue over every part of his body, kissing and caressing him, taking all of him into every part of me.
I wish I could be fourteen again, knowing what I know now. I would do to him what I did to him last night in my mind, and I would hold my head high when they called me a slut at school!
Baby news: It's A . . . BABY!!! The ultrasound showed that I am indeed carrying a human baby. Gender could not be determined as the little darling was covering up the area where the "bits" are located. I'm painting the nursery yellow, buying one teddy bear and one tonka truck. The layettes will be white, yellow and green. The minute I actually give birth I will send MG into the night to purchase gender specific articles for Nut.
BAH
Halloween news. This Halloween I will attempt to get into my sex-kitten attire. Failing that I thought I would put on stretch pants, a belly shirt and high heels and go to the Halloween fete as a cougar.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Fun with comments
lol BG!
I'm not worried about anonymous and his fear of homophones or the awful disintergration of the typed language, I'm just saddened that anonymous won't give me a legitimate name(persona) or email address. I may love to reciprocate a fantasy or two.
*Sigh*
The family health problems are intense this month. 3 relatives diagnosed with inoperable cancers of various body parts.
Baby news. MG and I picked out a pink and a blue colour scheme for the "Nursery" hopefully on Wednesday we can actually purchase the paint! My dad is hoping for a girl - his justification? A girl he can play with, a boy he will have to teach stuff to. MG's mom would LOVE a boy, her justification? Someone to carry on the family name, odds are MG's bro won't be breeding anytime soon.
There is $10 riding on the gender between MG and I & so far, I just keep dreaming it's twins.
"Sex with pregnant women is alright" - a direct quote from a co-worker, he also celebrated the news of my pregnancy with "Alright, now we can fuck properly!" - for the record, he and I have never, ever fucked, improperly or otherwise.
Porn, that's what I have been craving lately, but I'm cheap. I've just been relying on the softcore crap that gets broadcast on Showcase early morning. Ahhh, Canadian specialty channels, all smut, all the time!
After losing the DirecTV signal for the last time MG and I have had to resort to paying for it. Broadcast TV that is. While we miss the cartoon network & their fabulous Adult Swim line up we have noticed that Canadian Porn Broadcasters do not skimp or edit out details. Canadian porn does contain popshots, women swallowing and anal sex. American Porn Broadcasters generally edit this content out. Now, for me it's not necessary to see these images, I'm happy with a scene involving oral sex of some sort followed by penetration (which can be implied, I have a decent imagination) but MG prefers his smut to be well, smuttier.
House set up - I was appraising our basement longingly, if not for the impending arrival of Nut I would be converting it into a functional dungeon. As it is, the old futon is down there and so help me, I just want to get tied down to it and spanked!
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lol BG!
I'm not worried about anonymous and his fear of homophones or the awful disintergration of the typed language, I'm just saddened that anonymous won't give me a legitimate name(persona) or email address. I may love to reciprocate a fantasy or two.
*Sigh*
The family health problems are intense this month. 3 relatives diagnosed with inoperable cancers of various body parts.
Baby news. MG and I picked out a pink and a blue colour scheme for the "Nursery" hopefully on Wednesday we can actually purchase the paint! My dad is hoping for a girl - his justification? A girl he can play with, a boy he will have to teach stuff to. MG's mom would LOVE a boy, her justification? Someone to carry on the family name, odds are MG's bro won't be breeding anytime soon.
There is $10 riding on the gender between MG and I & so far, I just keep dreaming it's twins.
"Sex with pregnant women is alright" - a direct quote from a co-worker, he also celebrated the news of my pregnancy with "Alright, now we can fuck properly!" - for the record, he and I have never, ever fucked, improperly or otherwise.
Porn, that's what I have been craving lately, but I'm cheap. I've just been relying on the softcore crap that gets broadcast on Showcase early morning. Ahhh, Canadian specialty channels, all smut, all the time!
After losing the DirecTV signal for the last time MG and I have had to resort to paying for it. Broadcast TV that is. While we miss the cartoon network & their fabulous Adult Swim line up we have noticed that Canadian Porn Broadcasters do not skimp or edit out details. Canadian porn does contain popshots, women swallowing and anal sex. American Porn Broadcasters generally edit this content out. Now, for me it's not necessary to see these images, I'm happy with a scene involving oral sex of some sort followed by penetration (which can be implied, I have a decent imagination) but MG prefers his smut to be well, smuttier.
House set up - I was appraising our basement longingly, if not for the impending arrival of Nut I would be converting it into a functional dungeon. As it is, the old futon is down there and so help me, I just want to get tied down to it and spanked!
Friday, October 15, 2004
this is only a test.
Wow, checking the comments left on the last post I don't know what to make of it all. Have I intrigued someone and offended another? Have I intrigued someone and their posts have offended another person? Do I care?
Pregnancy news:
Ultrasound in two weeks. This marvel of modern medicine means I get to sit in a private clinic waiting room that is the wrong temperature writhing in agony for twenty-five minutes over my scheduled appointment time with a full bladder. Upon entering the exam suite a lovely young lady in scrubs shall cover my belly in ice-cold KY and then press the ultrasound device into my bladder and drag it slowly and deeply across my midsection. If I don't leave a puddle on the exam table I will be the exception to the rule! But for the agony I shall be rewarded with my first images of Nut. I will also, hopefully, be rewarded with the knowledge of Nut's gender. This will aid in the painting of the nursery. I am not a new-age parent, I think gender colours are completely appropriate, If I have a girl she shall be swaddled head to toe in frilly pink things. If Nut is a boy he will get blue coveralls and a toy truck!
Urges and Cravings:
No food related cravings. I do have a yearning to watch the Star Wars Trilogy tonight so it's a stop at Blockbuster after work. I also have been craving touching men. I just want to rub up against any available man as though I was a cat, you know, that slinky, purring, ass in the air rubbing that cats get away with. Oh and cock-stroking. I have been craving the feel of a man's cock in my hand.
So to ...@hotmail.com and poop982@hotmail.com if you have found this posting entertaining or insulting feel free to leave another comment, but this time can you be specific as to your issues/attractions with the site. Vague comments and suggestions fly right by me I am afraid but feedback is, as always, welcomed and encouraged.
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Wow, checking the comments left on the last post I don't know what to make of it all. Have I intrigued someone and offended another? Have I intrigued someone and their posts have offended another person? Do I care?
Pregnancy news:
Ultrasound in two weeks. This marvel of modern medicine means I get to sit in a private clinic waiting room that is the wrong temperature writhing in agony for twenty-five minutes over my scheduled appointment time with a full bladder. Upon entering the exam suite a lovely young lady in scrubs shall cover my belly in ice-cold KY and then press the ultrasound device into my bladder and drag it slowly and deeply across my midsection. If I don't leave a puddle on the exam table I will be the exception to the rule! But for the agony I shall be rewarded with my first images of Nut. I will also, hopefully, be rewarded with the knowledge of Nut's gender. This will aid in the painting of the nursery. I am not a new-age parent, I think gender colours are completely appropriate, If I have a girl she shall be swaddled head to toe in frilly pink things. If Nut is a boy he will get blue coveralls and a toy truck!
Urges and Cravings:
No food related cravings. I do have a yearning to watch the Star Wars Trilogy tonight so it's a stop at Blockbuster after work. I also have been craving touching men. I just want to rub up against any available man as though I was a cat, you know, that slinky, purring, ass in the air rubbing that cats get away with. Oh and cock-stroking. I have been craving the feel of a man's cock in my hand.
So to ...@hotmail.com and poop982@hotmail.com if you have found this posting entertaining or insulting feel free to leave another comment, but this time can you be specific as to your issues/attractions with the site. Vague comments and suggestions fly right by me I am afraid but feedback is, as always, welcomed and encouraged.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
this is only a test.
MG informed me that he was visited by the "Sex Fairy" in the early morning. This benevolent sprite descends upon men in the wee hours of the morning to gratify them sexually while they sleep. Should I burst his bubble and reveal that it was I who awoke at 5:47 extremely horny? Perhaps, but only if this sex fairy starts visiting when I'm not around.
Yes, thankfully first trimester vomiting is gradually giving way to second trimester "I don't care where you stick it honey, just stick it in me now" urges. Still, I'm not too keen on the oral just yet as my gag reflex has become a touch more sensitive of late and I keep reading these pre-natal books that advise to avoid cunnilingus for fear of an embolism forming. YIKES!
I hate my job.
Just hate it right now. That's my tiny rant for today.
The corruptible cutie at work was sporting seven hickeys this week. Her boyfriend is her supervisor. His technique could use some improving. I don't care if you are twenty-two and this is only your second or third "real" relationship, hickeys stop in junior high. Read a book children! Or, invite me over to observe and instruct!
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MG informed me that he was visited by the "Sex Fairy" in the early morning. This benevolent sprite descends upon men in the wee hours of the morning to gratify them sexually while they sleep. Should I burst his bubble and reveal that it was I who awoke at 5:47 extremely horny? Perhaps, but only if this sex fairy starts visiting when I'm not around.
Yes, thankfully first trimester vomiting is gradually giving way to second trimester "I don't care where you stick it honey, just stick it in me now" urges. Still, I'm not too keen on the oral just yet as my gag reflex has become a touch more sensitive of late and I keep reading these pre-natal books that advise to avoid cunnilingus for fear of an embolism forming. YIKES!
I hate my job.
Just hate it right now. That's my tiny rant for today.
The corruptible cutie at work was sporting seven hickeys this week. Her boyfriend is her supervisor. His technique could use some improving. I don't care if you are twenty-two and this is only your second or third "real" relationship, hickeys stop in junior high. Read a book children! Or, invite me over to observe and instruct!
Saturday, September 11, 2004
this is only a test.
I find it strange that even though this first-trimester nausea has killed almost all of my sexual impulses I can't stop masturbating.
My preference is clit-dithering for five or ten minutes until I have a wet & twitchy orgasm and then I have a nap. I've been doing it this way since 'Careless Whisper' was the number one song on the radio.
Sometimes I do crave a kiss, a deep wet kiss. But then I think that if someone were to put their tongue in my mouth I would hurl. So no kissing, no fucking, & definitely no oral.
*sigh*
Only 30 more weeks to go!
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I find it strange that even though this first-trimester nausea has killed almost all of my sexual impulses I can't stop masturbating.
My preference is clit-dithering for five or ten minutes until I have a wet & twitchy orgasm and then I have a nap. I've been doing it this way since 'Careless Whisper' was the number one song on the radio.
Sometimes I do crave a kiss, a deep wet kiss. But then I think that if someone were to put their tongue in my mouth I would hurl. So no kissing, no fucking, & definitely no oral.
*sigh*
Only 30 more weeks to go!
