10:00 am
And I ain't did shit.
Ahh, a typical day for me then.
I realized what keeps triggering these fits of insanity... hunger. I am hungry right now, therefore I'm lonely and I feel horniness coming on too. Food is the root of all my problems.
And yet I remain a skinny bitch. Who'da thought.
Anyway, this is super severe TMI, but thats what this particular blog is for. I finally learned how to give my damn self multiple orgasms. I'd given up on that aspect of my sex life long time ago, because dick was readily available and I was taking full advantage. However now, since I want all the love and respect and shit, my dick level is sub-zero. So I was forced to take severe and drastic measures to keep my ass away from the ex. I felt so much better afterwards. I couldn't believe the difference in my mood, and I didn't even have to compromise my need for the "real relationship". I didn't put myself into any bad horriffic situations that I wouldn't be able to get out of. Only problem is, I may become addicted to this shit. I hadn't felt that good since the last time I let him hit, which was months ago. This is something I can get away with and no one will be none the wiser. I don't have to feel like I'm using anyone. I do have to admit something though.
I did the shit here at work.
I couldn't take it anymore. I've got a phone right here next to me, the gate opener, and the key to the empty store room. All it woulda took was one phone call. And I'd have literally fucked myself over. I can't go back to the ex, not under any circumstances. So I didn't. I went to myself. And did a good damn job too, I must say. The last time I tried that I was in college. And it wasn't quite doing the trick, so I ended up getting some dick anyways. But I think I've got the right technique down. And I know how to keep myself from yelling (once again, had to learn that at the ex's house) so it's all good... in a real way.
I don't plan to do this all the time, because I sincerely doubt the next man I come in contact with will have these skills. I mean, the ex aside, past boyfriends have only marginally satisfied me. And I'm not hard to please. I'm not asking for it to last an eternity. To me its not about how long, but what you do while you're there. And they didn't do much. They did just enough to take the edge off. So I can't spoil myself and get all used to having a jillion orgasms at once, because life just doesn't happen like that for me and I'll end up one of those chicks who masturbates all the damn time even though she has a man. And I don't want to do that.
Oh well, lemme go work. I need to check on Un-Crush and see if he's still sick.
Ahh, a typical day for me then.
I realized what keeps triggering these fits of insanity... hunger. I am hungry right now, therefore I'm lonely and I feel horniness coming on too. Food is the root of all my problems.
And yet I remain a skinny bitch. Who'da thought.
Anyway, this is super severe TMI, but thats what this particular blog is for. I finally learned how to give my damn self multiple orgasms. I'd given up on that aspect of my sex life long time ago, because dick was readily available and I was taking full advantage. However now, since I want all the love and respect and shit, my dick level is sub-zero. So I was forced to take severe and drastic measures to keep my ass away from the ex. I felt so much better afterwards. I couldn't believe the difference in my mood, and I didn't even have to compromise my need for the "real relationship". I didn't put myself into any bad horriffic situations that I wouldn't be able to get out of. Only problem is, I may become addicted to this shit. I hadn't felt that good since the last time I let him hit, which was months ago. This is something I can get away with and no one will be none the wiser. I don't have to feel like I'm using anyone. I do have to admit something though.
I did the shit here at work.
I couldn't take it anymore. I've got a phone right here next to me, the gate opener, and the key to the empty store room. All it woulda took was one phone call. And I'd have literally fucked myself over. I can't go back to the ex, not under any circumstances. So I didn't. I went to myself. And did a good damn job too, I must say. The last time I tried that I was in college. And it wasn't quite doing the trick, so I ended up getting some dick anyways. But I think I've got the right technique down. And I know how to keep myself from yelling (once again, had to learn that at the ex's house) so it's all good... in a real way.
I don't plan to do this all the time, because I sincerely doubt the next man I come in contact with will have these skills. I mean, the ex aside, past boyfriends have only marginally satisfied me. And I'm not hard to please. I'm not asking for it to last an eternity. To me its not about how long, but what you do while you're there. And they didn't do much. They did just enough to take the edge off. So I can't spoil myself and get all used to having a jillion orgasms at once, because life just doesn't happen like that for me and I'll end up one of those chicks who masturbates all the damn time even though she has a man. And I don't want to do that.
Oh well, lemme go work. I need to check on Un-Crush and see if he's still sick.
posted by ~~~. at 12/29/2004 10:06:00 AM
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