Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Sorry I haven't been on in a while but my computer is broken. But I am here now so why not let you in to my world for a few minutes. About three weeks ago We had two roommates move in with us. A guy and my chick friend. The guy is her boyfriend. They make me sick to my stomach. They are what I want my man and I to be again. All over each other and constantly kissing like my man and I used to be. I do have to say though since they moved in we don't fight like we used to. There is the positive. That is the silver lining. As everyone knows Christmas is upon us and every thing is getting uber hectic. Chaos is taking over in tinsel form. Being a Wiccan I do not celebrate Christmas but I do celebrate Yule or as you may know it the winter solstice. Yule is a more spirital holiday. It isn't about presents or food, It is about family and love in all forms. I just want to spend the holidays with the ones I love, but that is so hard to do with all the stress that comes with the holidays. I just want to kick back and watch christmas specials while getting stoned with my man. Some really hot steamy sex wouldn't be so bad either. Well happy holidays to all.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

On being lonely

When you are lonely do you need a friend or a lover? I find myself asking this very question today. I am in a rocky relationship and I have no idea what to do or say any more. I am so lonely and torn apart by my heart. Love is so fickle and can go out in a puff of smoke, the flame gone. For years I have searched for the right person only to be disappointed. Some times I find myself in my head thinking thoughts of romance and passion only to shake my silly dreams from my head. Romance and passion can't exist in this time of worldly stressers and daily routines. There is no place for it simply put. No man is going to come down and save the damsel in distress, no matter how bad you want it. Men just aren't raised to love any more. Mothers try to teach their sweet lads a thing or two about love but it gets squashed by their fathers who teach them of destruction and decite. Now women are fighting back to take love to what it once was only to watch men put them down and insult them to tears. Men lack the compassion that women carry as a torch. It is sad but very true. Men love to watch us cry so they can be the reason the river of tears stops. I ask why do you really want to make us cry when we are so willing to give you our all? All you have to do is love with all that you are. Let go of the detruction your fathers have taught you and let love in. Quit playing childish games and love the way nature intended you to.

Monday, October 20, 2008

The dance continues.......

You say noting because you can't get a word in
I say nothing when you speak because there is no use in trying to defend my worth
We fight over nothing
Then we fuck
Over and over this happens
After a fight we dance on egg shells
Wondering when the other will step on one
With a deafening crack!
In Circles we step
Round and Round the other
Carefully watching the other

I found this on one of my good friend's myspace! Enjoy!!

This pre-booty call agreement (hereinafter referred to as the "Agreement") is entered into on the _____day of __________, 2008, by_______________________, between ____________and______________.


1. No sleeping over - unless it is very good and we need to repeat it in the morning.

2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events of the evening.

3. No calls before 9 PM - we don’t have shit to talk about
4. None of that "lovemaking" shit - only sex allowed.

5. No emotional discussions (i.e. Where are we heading with this? Do you love me?) The answer is no, so don’t ask.

6. No plans made in advance - that is why you are called the "backup," unless you are from out-of-town, then it’s only a one-time advanced arrangement.

7. All gifts accepted - money is always good.

8. No baby talk - however, dirty talk is encouraged.

9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers - it’s really none of your damn business.

10. No calling each other "friends with privileges" we are not friends, just sex buddies.

11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is OK - don’t be offended.

12. No extra clothing - I don’t want your ass leaving anything behind when you leave.

13. No falling asleep right after sex - it’s over, so get your ass up, get dressed and go the fuck home.

14. Don’t be offended if I don’t ask if you enjoyed it - I don’t care.

15. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.

16. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will be: "My roommate’s girlfriend/boyfriend."

17. Doggie style is the preferred position - the reason is less eye contact the better.

19. No condoms, no fucking. Carry your ass home.

20. Bring your own drink - I am not your liquor store.

21. No phone use, please - don’t want anyone calling back looking for your ass.

* EXTRA TIP FOR SUCCESSFUL BOOTY CALLS: The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of the agreement. If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms of this Agreement, it will automatically become null and void and you will then be removed from the BOOTY CALL LIST and deleted from phone memory and email list. In other words, you will be BLOCKED from all communications until your silly ass understands the rules.

Participating PartySignature_______________________________________Date: ________________

Participating PartySignature_______________________________________Date: ________________

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Question for my friends.

Because she brought his damn dog to see him when she came to pick up her stuff (even though she legally wasn;'t supposed to untill the papers where ready), I have to leave my house so she can see her cats. My best friends say fuck that shit if she wants to see her cats then I have to be there. If he loved me wouldn't he tell her that I have to be here? What do you guys think?

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Putting my foot down

I'm putting my foot down
No more shit
Not one more word from your lips
Is it me or her?
Is it her that you think of?
No more
You are mine
Take or leave it
But don't abuse it
I will give you every thing
I will love you unlike any other woman
Better than her
No more fights for you
Just balance and harmony
I will take you as you are
You will take me as I am
spirit and all
You are my soulmate
You even call your self my soulmate
I'm tired of waiting for you
My time is now
Our time is here

Your lips belong to me
Your hands should only touch me
Your eyes should only watch me
Your body belongs to me
Along with your heart and soul
You in whole are mine
totally and fully
She is the past
We are the future
I'm putting my foot down

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Way tooooo nice........

So this weekend him and I went out with his ex girlfriend. He said that she wanted to meet me. Here is their background: They dated back when he was 16 to 17 and she was 14 to 15. They broke up in a bad way. She is also the girl he still has "sexy underwear" pics. Gross. So he wanted me to meet her and invited her and her husband to the bar where the underachievers were gonna be playing. We had to pick her up. Now let me tell you how this made me feel. I felt like punching him in the face. I felt like tripping him. It made me so mad. I don't want to meet your exs especially the ones that you fucked. We picked her up and well she has that kind of voice that makes you want to stuff your fingers in your ears. Her behavior is child like, whinny and dramatic. I was on my best behavior for the occassion, didn't want to piss him off. We got to the gig and found the table where all his friends were. She of course sat next to me. Her husband wouldn't be there until later. She kept asking me questions and talking to me but it was useless since I couldn't hear shit over the band except when she was in my ear. She kept playing with my lighter leash and my purse. She was uber nice to me. It was scary. He finally led me out to the dance floor during "faithfully" by journey. That is where he told me that she liked me and approved. What!!???!!! I asked him if that meant a lot to him and his dumb ass replied yes.NOw I went from annoyed to pissed. Why does it matter if she likes me or not? She isn't dating him, I am. Her opinion doesn't have anything to do with how we feel about eachother. I was mad and confused. Why did she have matter? I don't understand him. He hangs on to his exs even though they don't like for him for what he did to them. When he searches for friends on myspace or facebook he looks up his exs. Now that hurts and makes me feel like shit. Yeah I'm friend with a few of my exs but we were friends when we broke up and have been for years. I don't go looking my ex boyfriend or my ex girlfriends. And I certainly don't care what my exs think of my relationships. It is none of their buisness unless I want it to be. He hadn't talked to his ex since they broke up, up until 2 months ago. Now that is almost 10 years between those two points. Why bother trying to rebuild the bridge when you burned it 10 years ago and the road is no longer traveled?
We went out side to see her bike that her husband rode to the bar in the freezing air. She offered me ride and there was no way I was going to let him on the back of that back of that bike even if her husband was there. So I went. I love the air in my face and the freedom of the road so I just concentrated on the feel of the motor between legs. Not on her. Shortly after that we all decided to go to perkins and hang out. Of couse I had no idea that her corner was next to where I sat so I had to sit by her again. We were all talking like we were all good friends making me sick to my stomache and not to mention she even paid for him and I to eat with them. She started talking about why she married her husband and said some thing that I understood all to well. She said that she married him for his flaws. It was his flaws she fell in love with. That is how I felt about him. It was his quirks that make me smile and shake my head. We left and went home. I thought about all that had happened on my way home. Yeah they talked about the past and made me sad but I still loved him at the end of the day. But I am still hurt by his actions.
I went out last night and he was all jealous that some guy ( who was interested in my best friend) was buying her and my drinks. NOw hear this.... He was at work while I went out. I stay in a house all day and never hang out with anybody. He told me that he doesn't like my best friend or that fact that I'm going out but he will allow it. What the fuck is that suppossed to mean??????? I am my own woman and he can't tell me who I can hang out with. Nor can he tell me what to do. He isn't my father, he is my partner and that is how he should treat me. His jealousy is flatttering but it is excesive to the point of insanity for him. I did nothing but talk about him all night. He called me more times last night than he does on a normal night and talked to me longer than he normaly does. Then he fucked up my night. He texted me an attitude. We started arguing about me not having a job. Why would he pick a fight with me via text message? And on a night I was out trying to have a little fun? I will admit that I haven't been doing all I can. I should be trying way harder to get a job. I have jsut been so depressed about everything going on in my life. I am trying to get my shit straight not only in my life but also in my head. He keeps talking about how this is about us now and not a me or him thing. The whole us concept is unknown to me. No man has ever done any thing for me. No man has ever wanted to take care of me. It has always been me taking care me. And when I was taking care of me I was also taking care of my family. He tells me that he does what he does for the better of us. What confuses me the most is how he isn't over her and he clings to hard to us. You should have see the pain in his eyes when I told him how bad it hurts that he compares me to her. I told him that I know that he isn't over her. He looked like I had just punched him in the face. I look in the mirror and wonder if I am doing the right thing. If sacrificing my contentment and peice of mind just to be near him is right? Is it right for him to tell me that he loves me when she still holds his heart? I only stay here because I love him. Some times I wonder if he wants me to stay because he can't handle being alone. When he asked me to move in I told him that I don't want to be the rebound. I also told him today I don't want to be the reason for his upset. I have come so far in the last few years to only fall on my face and that has been hard enough for me. I don't mind being the reason he loves, smiles, laughs and tears of joy. For he is the reason I'm not on the streets. He is the reason for my happiness and he is the reason for my depression for the stupid shit men say when they shouldn't ever say to the woman who loves him. He cuts me so deep and I just keep going back for more. I think I like the pain. I think it amuses him to watch me hurt. If he didn't then why would say things that he knows hurts?
We sat on the bed and talked about all this for hours today and I never once got a straight answer out of him. It felt like we were dancing circles around each other, like what ever I said went in one ear and out the other. When I tell him I love him I mean it with every once of fiber of my soul. Does he hear me? Or is it her he hears? His actions speak louder than his words...................

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


I'm flattered but yet I'm not. Why are you so jealous of my past? You hold parts of me that no one has ever held but you. You love me where no one else ever has. You are the only man that makes me cum. So why do you dream such horrible dreams? Why do you get all weird at the mention of my ex when you talk about her all the time? Are you really over her? I think not. I don't care if you were with her for the last 5 fuckin years or the last five months, You can't sit here and look me in the face and tell me you are over her when you are absolutly not. When you are over some one you don't talk about them, you don't look for ways to bring them up and you don't tell your current girlfriend that she is acting like your ex wife!!!~!!!!!! Sure I'm jealous that she was the one touching, kissin, holding, and well fuck she held your attention whether is was bad or good. I won't lie I hate her. Because I love you. I don't get all pissy about all the girls you cheated on me with. I don't talk about my exs except the ones where we decided we would make better friends. And to this day are still good friends. I don't have shit from my exs in a box for you to read. I don't hang on to that shit because they mean nothing to me now. When you still have fucking pics of your ex in sexy underwear from when she was like 14 it grosses me out. It is just fucking weird because you are now 24 not fucking 16. And I certainly would not keep letters from other exs especially when those letters were from when you and I were together. I don't want to know that you were pinning for jenny when you were kissing me. The chick in the underwear is married now and I really want you to give those pics back to her. How do you think her husband would feel if he knew you had those pics? Better yet think of how you would feel if baby daddy still had pics of me nearly Naked? You wouldn't like it and in fact you would hate it.
But I'm not complaining I'm just stating that you have no reason to be jealous when I have all the reasons in the world to hate you but don't. Lucky bastard. You are the man I have choosen to spend my life with. Not just this day or week or year but my life. And I have known this since I was 16. That is why I let you go so many times. You never knew what you wanted until it was too late and you were stuck with that ugly nasty lieing cum guzzling bubble on a diesease ridden flea infested gay man ass hole gutter slut. Not my fault. Not my fault you choose her over me back then. And not my fault you cheated on me with those whores. And it is not my fault that I am human and have needs just as you do. My needs needed to be met and well I made sure that they were just like you did. Soyou have not one single reason to act like a jealous fool around me for any reason. You were the one that fucked up not me so don't make me pay for her mistakes. I'm not her nor will I ever be. I am me and no body else. I am my own person just like you are. I don't not make you pay for his or your mistakes. I simply love you for who you are and not what I want you to be. Love me for who I am mistakes and all. Just like I love you.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Lets get serious

I would like to take a minute and ask for some advice. Here is the low down. I met my boyfriend 7 years ago when I was 16. We met at the summer carnival near the fourth of July. He was 18 at the time. It was love, yes young love but love none the less. We were so great together until I left for a week to visit my family in cali for my 17th birthday. He had to prove some stupid point to my older brother and stole this really nasty 14yr old chick from him. When I say nasty I mean a cum guzzling, gutter whore who has fucked more guys than there are on all the football teams in Minnesota. Plus one other that I never knew about until a month ago. That is when it went down hill. We started to argue. He would always accuse me of cheating on him even tho I was in school all damn day until he picked me up. I was always with him except when he would disappear for any where from a few days to a week. That is when I found out about Jenny the younger little slut in Iowa that he was leaving the state to fuck. Trust me we broke up a ton of times in the year we were on and off for. The fighting actually started right before my birthday in august. He would always come back to me tho. When we broke up I would erase his number from the caller id and just move on with my life as a 17 yr old girl would. Yeah I cried and yeah my heart was seriously broken. I felt empty and horrible. I'm a hot chick ( not tooting my own horn here) and a ton of guys wanted me. I would date but nothing filled that emptiness I felt. Then he would show up at my door at 5 o'clock in the morning saying he was sorry, he was an ass and that he loved me. He needed me. I was his super hot fuck. The only girl that would suck his cock like it was meant to be. And he would make sweet love to me right there on the stairs leading up to my apartment. The emptiness was gone. We would always talk shit out and get back together. We never yelled at each other but some times he did yell at me, I would just let it go. Our arguments were never heated enough to scream, it was a lot of me crying and asking him why all the time. I never cheated on him and never will. I was young and in love. Still in love. Finally I told him enough and broke up with him when all his lies came crashing down around him and he was completely busted. No way to cover his ass. So he took off to Iowa with that jenny chick. She tired of him quickly and fucked some other dude. Pissed him off so bad that he came back. But it was too late. We broke up in march and he came back in the middle of June. I was with some one else. And I was pregnant (not his trust me). He showed up at my door some time late in the evening, talking about how he loved me and wanted me back. All I could do was tell him to leave. I didn't want baby daddy to see him ( baby daddy was in my room playing video games) because I knew that baby daddy would want to fight him. I still loved him. I wasn't sure if he could see it in my eyes but I desperately wanted him to leave before baby daddy came out. I started telling him that I never wanted to see him again and to leave me alone for good. It hurt so bad to say that to him. I still loved him. I knew baby daddy was going to hear us and come out prepared and sure enough he came out with two knives in hands. They started fighting over me. Yelling and puffing their chests out. I told baby daddy to stop or it was over. I didn't want blood shed.
Baby daddy reluctantly pulled back telling him that if he ever shows up again he wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Typical right? And he drove away. I wasn't happy just to let you know. I wanted to be with the man I loved more than anything but my morals wouldn't allow me to. I would hear every once in a while about him. But is was normally about how baby daddy had run in to him at the gas station or the store. Same fight as always. Over me. It never changed. He would drive by my house a million times a day. I knew he loved me or was at least obsessed over me. I moved. Baby daddy beat, raped and took everything from me. I finally left him. My son was 3 months old then. I was shattered and moved and moved and moved until I ended up back at my moms. That is when he returned. By then it had been over a year and a half since I had seen him. my son was about six months old. I was 19 at this time. I don't remember how we started talking again but it was almost like I was 16 again. When he got out of his car and walked up to me, my knees went weak, my heart skipped like crazy and I knew I still loved him. We talked and talked at the playground down the street from my moms. It was like we had never parted. Then He hugged me. He held me so tight like he was afraid I was going to disappear out of his arms. I was in heaven. But my heaven didn't last long because he had just broken up with his future wife. Just to let you know I hate her, I wish her dead, I want to be the one to kill her. We were together for a week. I went to my brothers dads house and he called me. He was drunk and looking for some adderall and he knew I had it. He started talking about how confused he was and that if she was to walk through his door right then and there that he would take her back. I was appalled. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I told him he needs to figure out what he wants and when he knows that then he can speak to me. I hung up on him there. I went home the next day and guess who shows up at my house. Yep you got it, he did. He wanted adderall and he was willing to trade mary jane for some. I asked him If he even remembered that I had broken up with him. He stared blankly at me and said no. I was in shock. He was too wasted to remember that he even called me. For fucking fuck sakes. Now I was pissed, not only did he fuck me around but I was insignificant to him. Just beautiful I thought. I traded and told him it was over until he knew what he wanted in life. I never heard from him. I only saw him. He was walking over the bridge holding her hand. I cried the rest of the way home. I knew I lost and it was truly over for us. 3 years went by. Now my son is three and I was turning 22. Out of the blue I got a message via myspace from him. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. No way was all that was going through my mind. Three whole years and now he says something. But it was the long needed apology. This is what it said:

Jul 21, 2008 7:50 AM

This may or may not be the girl i once knew year ago but if it i know i have fucked up a lot of things and the past and was lost for many year trying to figer out what i wanted it life. i went down the wrong roads and im sorry for all the things i have done. if u find it in your heart i would like to talk to you again someday u can contact me on this myspace or call i loved to hear from u'

I damn near shit my pants after I read it. I cried and my mom cried. She always knew him and I were meant to be. Mother's intuition. I smoked a cig and picked up my cell. I had to call him. Some thing was pulling me to do it. It took me like 13 times to just let it ring. I finally let it ring and he answered. My heart my pounding in my ears. I told him who I was and well we talked. I told him about the new guy in my life, my son the shit that happened while he had gotten married. I knew in my heart that I just wanted to see him one more time. We sounded like two really old good friends. So I asked him to come have a couple drinks with me and my new man and by new I mean I had only been with the guy for a week no joke. What great timing. So he agreed. We met up at the bar a day or two later. I had gotten piss ass drunk just hanging out with new guy, his friend and him. I got all sentimental and told new guy that he should be thanking him for all the great shit he taught me. That did not go over well. by now I was falling out of my seat and shit was spinning. New guy and I got in to it. But it was over as soon as it began because new guy appealed to me with the rest of our bottle. New guy said lets go back to my place and drink the rest and then we can fuck all night. I was gone by now so I was game for any thing. New guy told him that we were leaving and that he should come with us. He refused. I was so drunk that I forgot how drunk new guy was. He almost hit this bitch at the gas station and got his ass kicked. New guy had to go to the hospital. Thank the stars he called me. I was in hysterics crying. He asked where I was and I obediently told him. He came and got me. Took me back to his place and well took care of my wounds. I was covered in blood and cold and drunk and knew new guy needed me. I didn't care that he was right in front of me close enough to kiss him. All I wanted was to get to that hospital. So he took me there. He left me there. But he came back to bring me smokes and a hoodie and then he stayed with me. He held me while I sobered up and cried. It was at that precise moment that I realized how good that felt. His arms around me holding me close. I could smell his cologne and it turned me on. I knew I was wrong in my thinking because my boyfriend was inside but I didn't care. He even helped me get new guy home. We stayed out in his car until the sun came up and new guys sister came out and bothered me. This is when it got complicated. Just to let you know he had just kicked bitch out and asked her for a divorce about a month before that. I started just texting him and then I was looking for reasons to leave my boyfriends house just to talk to him. Then It was taking my boyfriends car out to go "job hunting" when I would actually go over to his house. I was so nervous the first time I was there sober. We talked for and hour and then I had to go. He held on to me so tight like he had done 3 yrs ago. I wanted to cry. I left and texted him all night when my boyfriend was at work. After a week of this he made me an offer I couldn't refuse; he had seen my place and couldn't stand how I was living, He wanted me to move in with him. I cried. I told him I needed to think about it. I went home and called my two best friends and my mother for their advice. They all said the same thing " do what makes you happy!." That was all I needed. I called him and gave him my answer. Now the all I had to do was dump new guy. With in the week I moved in with him. I was on top of the world. Nothing could bring me down. We would talk for hours before falling asleep and he would make the sweetest love to me. I couldn't be happier. But now things are getting hard. It has only been a month and a half since I moved in. We are both really stressed out from the divorce and my everyday life. I gave up every thing to move in with him. I left an entire house full of my shit for him. I quit doing hard drugs for my self and him. I love him so much that I will do any thing for him. I will never leave his side like the real woman I am. The deal was that if I was to move in I had to quit the hard drugs and get a job so I could pay off my debt. Well life is hitting us like a ton of bricks. If it wasn't one thing it was another. The stress of every thing is starting cause us to argue. I don't want to lose him again and don't want to fight with him at all. Ever. I have no job and I am going crazy just sittin in our apartment. My car is broken and well, I can only use his car to go job hunting or drop off apps. I don't have many close friends and I dropped all my drug friends. We don't fight but last night we had our first argument. It was over his mother and his wife. We really had no real reason to argue. It was over nothing and 10 mins after he stormed out of the house to go to work; he called me and I apologized and he did too. He got home this morning and it was if it had never happened. I know that we are both seriously over stressed and have only the one way to deal with it: wild sex. But I need some thing more to deal with all this stress. So does he. What can I do to dig my heels in before I lose my grip? How do I keep from letting the little shit bother us? How can I help him relieve this stress with out the use of sex? How do I get through this in one piece? If that is at all possible............ Love makes us do stupid crazy shit and I will gladly go to the end of the universe to make this man happy............... forgive me goddess for I am lost and can't find my way home.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Playing with Pedro

Just to let you, my readers, know; I have been recovering from my surgery for the last week. Things are getting better. My pain isn't so bad and the sex is starting to get rough! Lol. But I would like to just take a minute and reflect on my favorite thing to do, Play with his rod of god. I don't care where we are, what we are doing or how the mood is( and actually this is a good way to burn off some steam if ya know what I mean), I will take out his cock and just start playing with it. I love the way it feels in my hand, and don't get me started on how great he tastes. I just can't help it. We could be just sitting on the couch watching the evening news when I will start rubbing his cock through his boxers. But that isn't enough for me, so I make him take off any thing in my way. Rubbing the pad of my thumb over the head sending shivers throughout. Taking both hands ( two hands still doesn't cover how big he is lol) and wrapping them around his shaft. Just feeling him throb between my fingers is enough to send my blood to a low boil. I love to watch his face. When I suck on his cock I like to really get in to it. This is about how he feels, not me. I love to hear him say my name as I swallow the head down my throat. Low moans escape his sweet lips when rub my tongue ring in circles starting from the tip top to the bottom. I can't get enough of his strong hands entangled in my hair, I especially love it when he grabs the back of my head with a fistfull of hair taking some of the control from me. What I love the most is the time I get to spend with the man I love. It's weird but I never was all that interested in playing with other guys's penises. I just didn't care to. HIS fucking cock just astonishes me though. It is so god damn huge and hard and wow. Every time I see it my mind just reels. It blows me away lol. Still neither of us knows who enjoys it more; him getting it or me giving it. We may never know.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

My MoJo

You can sense me

You can taste me on your lips

You can feel me on your skin

You can still smell me on your hands

I am under your skin

One look is all it takes

Your blood gets hot

Your palms sweat

Your spine shivers

Your cock stands at attention

I am what drives you

Thoughts spinning around

You can't think straight

You can't sleep with out me

You dream of me

You need me

I am what amuses you

Sheets, my hair in your fists

You breathe me in

You swallow my honey

You lick me from your fingers

You really like it

I am what you crave

Watching me through the glass

Your thought always go to me

Your obsession is consuming

Your world is me

Your life can be me

I am what you want in a woman

Take my hand and follow me

I feel it too

I want you

I need you just as much

I am for you

Your love is what I live for

I love you and I have to have you

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The couch and cusions......

So I was released from the hospital on thursday afternoon. I couldn't wait to get home; I was so sick of the laying in bed, being stabbed with IVs ( super afraid of needles), gettting my blood drawn and way more tests that I shall not decribe. Thank the goddess we have an elevator in our apartment or I would surely die. Three flights of stairs is just too much. I walked in to the house and immedietly sat my exhausted ass on the couch. I told him that I refuse to move unless I have to pee. He agreed. And actually he refused to let me do any thing that required me to move ( good man). Being the good man he is, he brought me the natural shit I love; mary jane and the sherlock. I smoked to my heart's content and was in my happy place when he demanded that I take my pants off. I looked at him with raised eyebrows and said "you do it". He lifted me ass off the couch and slowly removed my sweats; kissing my thighs as he did so. I sunk back in to the couch. I wanted him, no, I needed him. I needed this. His lips against my skin, his cheeks brushing my thighs, his tongue massaging my flames. I had been thinking about it since evening of the surgery. I had been so stressed out from all this chaos. I wanted nothing more than for him to be inside me. I looked in to his crystal blue eyes told him to fuck me. He ofcourse didn't think it was a good idea, but I do. I don't just want this, I need this. I convinced him. He held my legs around his hips as he entered me slowly. I could already feel my juices start to run. I was hot and ready. My glossy nails dug into his chest urging him in deeper. It was soo tight, that I could feel my self stretch to allow him in. And it became my drug. I couldn't feel my pain, all I felt was him moving in me. Filling me. I was on the edge of the couch by now, nails dug deep in his shoulders, begging for it harder. My body began to shake, I was cuming and hard. I cried out in bliss, for this was what heaven felt like. I looked up at him and demanded that he hit it from behind. I slid off the couch down to my knees and turned around. He thrusted in to me once more causing me to grip the cushions for leverage. Oh it felt incredible. Faster and harder he pounded in to me. Spanking me, pulling my hair, bitting my neck; I started to cum. I could feel it coming. I felt him start to cum but I was too late to swallow it for just as I turned around he came on my chest and face. MMmmm. I licked what I could and wiped off the rest. I reached up and grabbed him by the neck to pull him in to a kiss. As I pulled back ; I looked him in to the eyes and whispered " thank you."

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

MY Appendix

ok ok so I just got out of the hospital but don't be worried my friends I'm fine and well. I had a simple procedure done and had my appendix removed. OH but I have juicey details for you. It all started in the hopital, on the fourth floor, west wing, room 408, in the bathroom , after my shower.........

He struts in to the shower room asking me if I wanted help drying off with that sly grin on his lips and a spark in his eye; cock out and ready. You see I had been begging for it all day. It had been two whole days since I rode the rod of god. I was horney as fuck and shant refuse his offer...... I knew what was to happen. So I said to him " please, I can't twist to rub my self dry." He started with my shoulders and slowly moved the towel over my hot and wet body kissing my neck as he did so. I could feel my self grow hot and even wetter between my thighs. His eager hands moved the towel gripping my ass as he rubed me dry. At last he droped the towel putting his fingers in side me. My hands dropped to the seat in the shower to steady my self. Now I was perfect height for him and now the magick begins. He gripped his cock with his left hand and teased me with the head moving in and out; making me gasp. We had to be really and I mean really quiet for we were in a hospital, but that was the all the thrill.... My nurse could walk in at any moment..... He thumbed my clit with his other hand. I bit my lip to keep from calling out. At last he grabbed my hips and thrusted in to me. In and out he went sending shivers up my spine, making my head spin and putting me in my place. He would slow becoming even harder and then bang it in so hard I came spilling my honey all over his briefs. I knew he was ready to come for he let me go and I dropped to my knees to swallow my victory..............

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The texting starts......

Him: what you doing babe?

Me: reading lol sex is the topic and thinking of how bad i want to be naked underneath you, touching you, kissing you, sucking that gorgeous cock of yours, hearing you breathe heavy and moaning softly knowing you want me to take you all in.

Him: :)

Him: buzy but so bored

Me: well let me entertain you my love........
now when you get home the first thing we have to do is that interview but when we get home you better be ready........

Him: after we get that done i need a drink bad

Me: i want you to rub your cock between my thighs tease me ....... stroke me like the naughty boy you are. all in the back seat of your car. tomorrow after the interview. no excuses.we can do it in the cub parking the park.......or if you are feeling really dareing right out in our parking lot.......

Him: o really you think so

Me: oh i know so and you will fuck my brains out in your car in q public setting where people can hear us. You will be loud and you will make me scream. get it? good.

Me: let me suck it?

Him: :)

Him: i'm staying an hour late :(

Me: please smile my love and know i wait patiently for you ravage me once more. sliding in to me as we become one. fistfulls of hair wound in your fist. my soft skin reddened by your bites tasteing me . pulling my hips in to you for that deeper harder intoxicating high.

Him: :)

Well this is how it went:
I had just got done cleaning and was chilling in the computer room when suddenly the front door slammed. I shot up and screamed. He bust out laughing, hard. "fuck you! that scared the shit out of me!" I playfully punched him in the arm. He was laughing even harder and between side splitting hahahahas he managed to spit out " but it was so funny to see that look on your face." I shot back at him " you said you were stayin an hour late. Why are you home on time?" I was still trying to slow my heart beat. With his cocky smile still plastered to his face, he matter-factly said to me " they didn't need me, so I came home.", walking to me he wrapped his strong arms around me kissing me like we haven't been together in an eternity. His tongue caressing my lips so softly and the passion coursing through us both. I reluctantly pulled back to tell him " I'm gonna get dressed." "Ok hun." He spanked me on the ass as I walked past him to get to the bedroom. I mindlessly went in to our walk in closet and got down on my knees to look in my bin of clothes ( we just moved in together so my dresser hasn't been brought up yet.). I hadn't realized that he was standing in the doorway of the closet when I stood up and he blatantly demanded " Hey what did you forget to do when you were down there?" I smiled mischievously at him and said in a husky voice " well you still have your pants on what am I supposed to do with that?" It was at that moment he aggressively pushed me by my shoulders in to the back wall of the closet. Grabbing My face with one hand and forcing me to look at him in the eyes he told me to fuck him. I pushed him back with both hands and with as much sass I could conjure up I said " make me if you can." He retaliated by slaming me back in to the wall kissing me with such a force that all I could do was obey. He quickly let me go jsut as quick ly as he had slammed me letting me get ready. I threw on a pair of tight fitting jeans, my fave feary t-shirt, and his DC hoodie. I walked in to the computer room where he was geeking out on world of warcraft ( god I love this man) and said "ready lets go now." We walked out to the parking lot and left to the little convience store I was applying to. We got there, ran in to his mother, grabbed my app, and left. At the lights while he was waiting for the light to turn green I started to rub his cock through his shorts. He looked me and said with a childish grin on his face" somebody is horny?" I looked at him with sly eyes and said " fuck yeah I am damnit." I made him take it out and I started sucking it right there at the light. I got really into it the farther I went down on his hard throbbing cock, Listening him moan saying damn baby. I felt the muscles in his legs spaz as he got more and more in to it. I teased him licking the head and swirling my tongue in circles over it. Moving down his thick shaft, I niped his soft flesh with my teeth. He let a louder groan escape his lips, His right hand was now entangled in my blonde hair pulling harder and harder the mored I took him in. He drove to the park down the street and parked. I quickly stripped out of my constricting clothes as he did the same. I laid down on the front seats. He entered me slowly for I was so damn tight that he might hurt him self if he didn't. He pumped in to me softly at first but he picked up speed as he got in to it. By this time I was gripping his shoulders digging my nails in as I wimpered his name in to his ear. I came hard feeling my juices run down my ass. I pushed him off and flipped over for him to hit it from behind my fave way to cum. He rammed it in with such a force I cried out. If any one was in the park they heard me for sure. My head hitting the door, breathing hard from the heat we created I stopped him and said " Take me home and finish me off there!" We got dressed and went home. On the way up the stairs to our apartment he kept whipping my ass with his key chain causing me to hurry up the stairs. I went straight in the bed room and stripped down and Walked in to the kitchen as he poured himself a drink I pulled down his shorts and started to suck his cock with a fierceness. He damn near dropped his drink! He scooped me up and carried me in to the bad room and layed my out on the bed. he began so lick my wet pussy hittin that spot so right and good. He sucked my clit and flicked with his tongue making me dizzy with bliss. With out a second to lose he pinned me down legs in air and pounded me untill my body shook with my orgasm. Still reeling form this I flipped over and told him to fuck me like he ment it. He suprised me with the comment of " what your not even gonna say hi to him?" refering to his god like cock. I shoved him against the wall and got down on both my knees taking him all in again. I sucked hard shoving him in to the back of my throat. I loved how we tasted together; so sweet and yet so salty. I loved it. He answered my unforgiving mouth by pulling me up and crushin my lips to his and throwing me face down, ass up on the bed. He licked me from clit to ass hole causing me to beg for it. He slid it in and went to town hitting every spot I have. All I could do was scream his name for all the neighbors to hear. He pulled out and I got down on my knees once more and swallowed it all gladly. He looked down at me and all he could say is " Damn baby". I stood up and kissed him slipping him my tongue. I pulled back and got ready to go to bed. He peeled him self off the wall and got some thing to drink, he crawled in to bed and wrapped himself around me where we stayed like that until he woke me.

Just for you .......

Just for you........
I am a 22 yr old irish girl with with bleach blond hair striking green eyes and legs that any short girl would kill for. My ass is the shining star of me for it is round and full of teased muscle, a beautiful heart I have been told. My breasts are a little more than a handful. I like them very much for He catches me playing with them all the time.I am in a relationship and hopefully getting married in the next year..( sorry guys..) I live to have sex in the most random and spectacular places. Lucky for me my man is just as adventurous as I am. I love to touch my self. I can't help it. It is just so damn soft and tight that I wish I could fuck my self to see what he feels. I am a freak simply put. I get a kick out of watching other men watch me walk across the parking lot. Watching them lick their lips wishing they could taste this. So I walk a little slower for them, swaying my hips a little more so my short skirts lift just enough. I drop my keys so I can watch your jaw drop as my cute ass peeks out at you. You will watch me so intently that you will watch my tits bounce up and down. You will get hard. I see you. You will get jealous because I don't belong to you. He walks besides me and gets the same kick I do; watching you. He loves it. He loves how close you will try to get to me when he isn't looking. You can look but once you touch me you better be prepared for me to slap you. He loves this too. I will lead you on just for the thrill, just to stomp on your heart with my stilletto heels. And he loves that. I am the fire between your legs and once you have seen me; you can't forget me. He loves that when we go out people stare at us. Knowing that I am a Irish Goddess by all means. I know how hard that guy got in the parking lot at the grocery store the other day. I could see it in his pants. Poor boy......Beauty is bewitching my friends beware of me.
I am a true blogger and will Probably post every day or other day. Sex is my expertise and can't wait to share my adventures with you all. I hope you get just as much of a kick out of my blog as I do getting the inspiration for it. Kisses for you all and to all a good fuck.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

What I want you to do to me

Come in
Have a drink with me
Smoke a little with me
I will turn the music up for you
Touch me
Run your fingers through my hair
Pull it now
Bite my neck
Nip my ass
Spank me hard like you mean it
Make me scream your name
Squeeze my nipples between your lips
Suck them hard
lick and bite my titties
Play with me
Make me wet
Tease me
First one finger
Now two
Reach in to me
Rub that spot hard and furious
Make me cum for you
Now get down there
Lap up my sweet honeyed juices
Drive me wild with your tongue
Don't stop until I cry out in exctasy
Until you feel me squirt in your hot mouth
Until my body goes rigid in the heat
Now slowly bring that hard cock to my mouth
Let me taste
Let me lick
Let me suck
Let me play
I wanna feel you in my hands
IN my mouth I want you to cum
Pull my hair
I will suck you harder
Farther in to my throat
Throw me down
Choke me
Tell me to take it like the slut I am
Start slow
Tease me in to a frenzy
Until I can't take it any more
Until I beg for you to put it all in
Dig deep
Hold me down
Hold me tight
Don't let me squirm away
Don't let me wiggle out from underneath you
Fuck me hard
Make my honey run down my ass cheeks
Smash in to me
Make me scream until it echoes off these walls
So the neighbors can hear
Drive in to me with a hot passion
Bite my neck
Watch me cum now
So hard
It shakes my soul
But don't stop
Hit it harder from behind
Feel me get tighter around your cock
So tight that you groan in bliss
You have to slow it before you explode in me
Pull out and let me swallow it
Let me lick it off your balls
Let me throat it one more time
Grip my shoulders
As I feel you release in my throat
Now get dressed
Go home and think about what you just did
Don't call me
I will call you
Kisses lover

Sex and the Damn forsaken Bible

So I just read a blog on the bible and sex; and damn is all I can do to sum it up in one word. How many people have actually read the bible to find that is just one dirty scripture after another? Most of the old testment is dirtier than an old nasty salior that hasn't gotten any in a grip of time. I don't know a single person that doesn't masturbate except my best friend who we will call J. She swears up and down that she has never ever even stuck a finger in there. I say she is a straight faced liar because I was playing with my cash and prizes before I was even 5. By the time I was 10 I had high school age boys trying to get me naked on the playground ( don't worry I didn't give it up until I was 15 and in a dead end relationship with a guy I won in a bet hahahahaha). Sex comes up an awful lot in the bible but if it was such a sin why do we make our children read this heap of shit? If you make your kid read the bible every day until the whole damn thing absorbed in their brain, you may never have to give them the sex talk because there is more dirty shit in there than there is in a decade of cosmos!!! Since when is sex dirty when the bible teaches us about incest, adultery, fornication with your fellow neighbor and how to basicly fuck your dad? I could never stomache sitting in church the older I got espesially after a bunch of catholic priests were caught raping our nations young boys. I can't stand Christians and all they stand for because what they stand for is the ultimate sin on earth; fucking your dad and being ok with it after some therapy. I love how they can look their daughters in the face and say " Your father would never do such a thing to you...... why must you lie to us? Do you need more attention? Your punishment is to spend 3 hours of a lone time with your father every day for the next 4 months." How fitting to punish the lieing whore right? Christains don't realize what they are doing to the youth of our nation with their sin-filled sermons and nasty books. I love how they teach that Jesus turned the other cheek when some one hit him. So is that how our children supposed to react when you stick up their ass? How can god be so dirty? I can only say that the next person says jesus love you to me, I will spit in their face and say to them " Then why is he raping our alter boys?"

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Quick! Hit it hard

The door had just barely closed with our company behind it, when he wrapped his arms around me to whisper in my ear how tired he was. I groaned in dismay at that. He tipped my chin up and said to me " Ah you wanted to go again huh?". I could only look up at him with a sassy come back of " why the hell not?" He quickly pushed me towards the back of the couch where we both just dropped our shorts. I eagerly took his cock in to my mouth. Whirling my tongue around , up and down from the tip to his balls. Sucking, nipping his hard flesh between my wet lips. I could feel my sweet tight little cunt get hot and wet between my legs. Taking his cock deeper in to my throat making him groan my name, pushing him to the edge only to pull him back with me rising to my feet. He shoved me over the back of the couch......... sliding his fingers over my twat covered in my juices. I cried out in pure ecstasy. Holding on to my hips; he slid his huge stiff rod in, taking every inch of me. Filling.... stuffing me with him. Hard and deep at first. I felt him get harder when I thought he couldn't possibly get any bigger digging deeper and deeper inside me. Pressing hard against my dripping clit. His pace quickened to a steady rise. My head was spinning..... I couldn't hold on to this sanity any longer. I let my orgasm take hold of my whole being crying out his name. He hit it harder and harder until I thought I was going to surely break. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any more he spin me around gripping his slick wood. Quickly I sunk to my knees just in time for him to let his sweet honey empty on to my ever waiting tongue.

He put his pants back on and I did the same. I started to walk him to the door knowing it would be a while before I could ravage him once more. He held my face in his hands crushing his lips against mine, his tongue grazed my lips. I breathed in his sweet air. How beautiful I thought. Holding me close he whispered in my ear " I love you". With a slap on my ass he walked out the door to work leaving me with only my dirty thoughts to accompany me until the next time.