I've been mulling over plans, especially what with the summer coming up, and unless you just want months of recounting my masturbation sessions, I really ought to find something else to amuse. I'm thinking along the lines of...
- internet porn
- household dildos
- fantasies (especially involving my beloved roommates)
- nonsexual job happenings (if I find a job)
- sexual job happenings!
- fuck if I know what else
(And now that I've finally got these on here, I can delete that note I've been keeping on my phone...) And I'm sorry I'm such an inconsistent blogger, really. Three blogs today, then gone for a few weeks; it's like a menstrual cycle. I just get distracted ^.^ and I feel utterly put to shame by people like Jefferson. Honestly, 351 posts in one year?! That's insanity! At least he has a, uhh, cornucopia of sexual partners from which to choose. Luckily for me, Patrick's the adventurous type, so hopefully lots of first times to come, yes?
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The Hair Issue
Yes, the great debate of the female (and male!) species. To shave, wax, tweeze, or laser?
Patrick is particularly partial to a slightly fuzzy pussy, not bushy, but a few days after the last shave. And since shaving basically gives me a free ticket to hours of eating out, I cleaned up today to be ready for this weekend (LAST weekend in high school ever because I graduate Next Saturday >.<) We'll be trying to fit an entire summer's worth of play into a weekend, so hopefully I'll have lots of new material! Gah, okay, get organized here. I even shaved on my period! And sorry, but I have loads of hair down there ^.^
At least I've got it easier than one girl on my hall. Her hair grows in patches, so she can't trim without it looking a bit strange. She also has the biggest problems getting off and only a shower head or a mouth have ever worked. But she's absolutely the best for dispensing sex advice. Between the two of us, we cover everything our woefully innocent hall could ever want to know. She has the most sexual experience (like the time she had sex with some random boy under an ocean pier). And I can take kinky stuff and penis care. Penises are pretty! *ahem* I think we alarm some of the more conservative girls though... like one, who decided to quote Bible verses at us. *Sigh* I think what we do is quite important, thank you very much. When you're in high school and you need us to define "ejaculation", you're unprepared to be an adult. We also cover STDs, contraceptives, and positions designed to enhance pleasure! Order today for only three easy payments of $9.95! I think our best night covered different positions. They're terribly hard to describe accurately, so we had no choice but to demonstrate on each other! (An excellence porn idea, btw. The "students" could then join in for a more interactive, hands-on experience.) I may have been wearing too tight pants that day, but during against-the-wall doggy style, I felt her pelvis bone right against my pussy and *damn* that's a good spot. And, though we have an extreme high difference making these a little awkward, vanilla doggy style on the floor was really rather empowering, to say the least. As well as straddling the countertop, in the chair,... Pity we didn't go through more positions. ;) I hope my roommate couldn't feel our bunk bed rocking that night. Or any other night, for that matter :p
On another note: I'm in dire need of a haircut and, since I do my own, I'm looking for suggestions. I have a rather square face and wavy brown/black hair. Cool as long hair would be, my hair starts looking like shit once it gets past my shoulders or so. I like long bangs to hide behind, but maybe a change is good. If you have anything (especially pictures!) I wants them, pretty please. And if it just happens to be the cut of your favorite model, then so be it :p
-Curious
PS - That 5 gum brand? I don't care how Matrix-y your packaging looks, but the flavor you've trademarked as "RAIN" is mint. And not very special mint either, as the gum gets gross once the flavor's gone. Perhaps to encourage you to spit it out and get a new piece to gnaw on?
Patrick is particularly partial to a slightly fuzzy pussy, not bushy, but a few days after the last shave. And since shaving basically gives me a free ticket to hours of eating out, I cleaned up today to be ready for this weekend (LAST weekend in high school ever because I graduate Next Saturday >.<) We'll be trying to fit an entire summer's worth of play into a weekend, so hopefully I'll have lots of new material! Gah, okay, get organized here. I even shaved on my period! And sorry, but I have loads of hair down there ^.^
At least I've got it easier than one girl on my hall. Her hair grows in patches, so she can't trim without it looking a bit strange. She also has the biggest problems getting off and only a shower head or a mouth have ever worked. But she's absolutely the best for dispensing sex advice. Between the two of us, we cover everything our woefully innocent hall could ever want to know. She has the most sexual experience (like the time she had sex with some random boy under an ocean pier). And I can take kinky stuff and penis care. Penises are pretty! *ahem* I think we alarm some of the more conservative girls though... like one, who decided to quote Bible verses at us. *Sigh* I think what we do is quite important, thank you very much. When you're in high school and you need us to define "ejaculation", you're unprepared to be an adult. We also cover STDs, contraceptives, and positions designed to enhance pleasure! Order today for only three easy payments of $9.95! I think our best night covered different positions. They're terribly hard to describe accurately, so we had no choice but to demonstrate on each other! (An excellence porn idea, btw. The "students" could then join in for a more interactive, hands-on experience.) I may have been wearing too tight pants that day, but during against-the-wall doggy style, I felt her pelvis bone right against my pussy and *damn* that's a good spot. And, though we have an extreme high difference making these a little awkward, vanilla doggy style on the floor was really rather empowering, to say the least. As well as straddling the countertop, in the chair,... Pity we didn't go through more positions. ;) I hope my roommate couldn't feel our bunk bed rocking that night. Or any other night, for that matter :p
On another note: I'm in dire need of a haircut and, since I do my own, I'm looking for suggestions. I have a rather square face and wavy brown/black hair. Cool as long hair would be, my hair starts looking like shit once it gets past my shoulders or so. I like long bangs to hide behind, but maybe a change is good. If you have anything (especially pictures!) I wants them, pretty please. And if it just happens to be the cut of your favorite model, then so be it :p
-Curious
PS - That 5 gum brand? I don't care how Matrix-y your packaging looks, but the flavor you've trademarked as "RAIN" is mint. And not very special mint either, as the gum gets gross once the flavor's gone. Perhaps to encourage you to spit it out and get a new piece to gnaw on?
Nom nom
I found this article on The Ethical Slut's blog from a few days back and, besides the absolute want I feel for that sort of food, the journalist's writing style and handle on the English language is just spectacular. So maybe Mr Bruni goes into a bit too much detail, listing too many dishes, but damn I'm sick of cafeteria food, and he made me taste that meal. If I could write with such a diverse vocabulary, I would indeed count myself lucky. It's an amazing article, and if I lived within reasonable traveling distance of the restaurant, I'd be trying for tickets daily.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
One small step for (wo)man...
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, I got Patrick off all by myself! It was Awesome! And hilarious too. Once he started getting even somewhat close, his hand just started convulsing and twitching (mimicking jacking off motions). He says it was because he knew he could cum in seconds if he was jacking off, but he wanted me to get to. Oh, the sacrifices we must make :p And I told him it was his fault because he gives Absolutely no direction about what to do. Patrick just gets the "oooooooomgpenishappyooooooooooo" face. I know the "fuck, teeth" noises, but too hard, harder, lick my balls, suck my balls, suck my head, and stick a finger in my ass and notes which I have yet to fully master. Ooh, a symphony of boys being blown! The boys would be merely the instruments and I'm sure, with encouragement, they could all be nice and loud. Now watch, someone's going to take my idea to make an orgy porno. There could be clarinets being used as dildos, trumpets for giving enemas, violin strings for tying people to the french horns, the conductor's stick for... well, god only knows, but something fun. Well, hopefully, he'll start giving me some clues next time. We just have to find a balance between communicating between ourselves and not being heard by others (who are frequently just outside the bathroom door).
And for those of you who haven't tried this, blogging with both substance and frequency is rather difficult. That, and I balance Curious with my everyday non-anonymous LiveJournal, as well as trying to post on RebirthOfReason.com because I'm a girl with a brain too.
-Curious
And for those of you who haven't tried this, blogging with both substance and frequency is rather difficult. That, and I balance Curious with my everyday non-anonymous LiveJournal, as well as trying to post on RebirthOfReason.com because I'm a girl with a brain too.
-Curious
Dry Humping to Dissatisfaction
Patrick hasn't always been the only boy for me. I had boyfriends before, though really, only one. "Juan" and I covered the beginning of junior year. When asked to describe him, it was "a chubby Mexican kid... but he's really nice!" Won me major points, I'm sure. Juan wasn't really much of a lover anyways; he liked to befriend people, then wring them for sympathy by telling them life-scarring stories of his life as an Illegal Immigrant. He's still here illegally, but he's in college, somehow. Juan seemed nice enough to people who barely knew him. Slightly strange maybe, and an avid Magic card gamer, video gamer, total nerd, Stephen King affictionado.
He admitted he liked me with a Myspace blog only I could read. Except I was at school, where Myspace is blocked so, instead of waiting patiently for my next break, he copied it into an AIM conversation. It wasn't much, really. Something about feeling completely alone in darkness if I wasn't around. Did I say he was emo? And talk about guilting someone into a relationship. I figured "meh, maybe I could like him, he's nice enough" and we began to date. online. seeing each other once a month for a few hours at a time and always surrounded by friends. absolutely pointless. It's a wonder, really, that I expected a teenage boy to do Nothing.
I had an argument with my parents during one of my breaks. In an angry rush, I stormed out of the house and called Juan to rant. He offered to come by and, within seconds, we met in the middle of my street. He pulled over the car and we kissed a bit, but he took over rather quickly. No hands or anything, just lots of face. It wasn't even enjoyable, really. Too much Lips and Spit and I had no control. Juan was more than twice my size and I know what happens when you try to stop an Avalanche. My parents caught us pretty soon, and I think that's when they began to accept I was a teenager.
A very few awkward, parent-monitored dates later, I spectacularly dumped him over the phone. I can still remember the line, "so you know I'm not physically attracted to you, right? Yeah, well, I don't think this whole dating thing is going to work." The shallowness of the juvenile, Exhibit A. But hey, no separating close friends, right? For spring break, we arranged to hang out at my house while my parents were out. (For those of you good with dates, I was already with Patrick. oops.) Juan laid the horny on pretty thick and I, lacking complete and utter experience, had no idea What To Fucking Do. Somehow, we ended up kissing again. Somehow I straddled his lap. I must say, that was a damn comfortable lap. We found my shirt behind the couch later. My bra was under the table. At least my pants stayed on. He switched his attention from my face to my Boobs, a relief. But then there was the pain, the too-sharp Teeth, the pulling. Everything he learned must've come from a hardcore, male-directed porno. I somehow found his hardon through his shorts. Nothing unzipped, but there was a moment of mutual confusion. No one wanted to be the first to act. I stroked for a bit, thinking really how strange jean shorts are, and how incredibly Small he seemed, even to my limited experience and exploration. It wasn't particularly exciting, and we quickly changed positions again and he rolled on top. The dry humping commenced and this is when I knew I'd never see him again. I couldn't breathe, I felt smothered and helpless. I was gasping, but not from pain or excitement, but from trying to inhale. Suddenly, he began speaking, or rather, commanding. "Oh, you know you like it, you know you like it, you know you like it," ad nauseum. No, I can't say I liked it, sorry. I love being dominated, but I want kinky, fun domination with play threats and teasing. Laying under you was more boring than anything, especially after my mind wandered off to places far distant. After an incredibly long three minutes (I timed it by the television clock), he dismounted and shuffled to the bathroom. When he emerged, I'm quite sure it was fairly obvious I was kicking him out.
While it's most certainly a pity that we don't talk anymore, I think I've found a more than adequate replacement. I'd like to think Juan will find some girl to train him right.
He admitted he liked me with a Myspace blog only I could read. Except I was at school, where Myspace is blocked so, instead of waiting patiently for my next break, he copied it into an AIM conversation. It wasn't much, really. Something about feeling completely alone in darkness if I wasn't around. Did I say he was emo? And talk about guilting someone into a relationship. I figured "meh, maybe I could like him, he's nice enough" and we began to date. online. seeing each other once a month for a few hours at a time and always surrounded by friends. absolutely pointless. It's a wonder, really, that I expected a teenage boy to do Nothing.
I had an argument with my parents during one of my breaks. In an angry rush, I stormed out of the house and called Juan to rant. He offered to come by and, within seconds, we met in the middle of my street. He pulled over the car and we kissed a bit, but he took over rather quickly. No hands or anything, just lots of face. It wasn't even enjoyable, really. Too much Lips and Spit and I had no control. Juan was more than twice my size and I know what happens when you try to stop an Avalanche. My parents caught us pretty soon, and I think that's when they began to accept I was a teenager.
A very few awkward, parent-monitored dates later, I spectacularly dumped him over the phone. I can still remember the line, "so you know I'm not physically attracted to you, right? Yeah, well, I don't think this whole dating thing is going to work." The shallowness of the juvenile, Exhibit A. But hey, no separating close friends, right? For spring break, we arranged to hang out at my house while my parents were out. (For those of you good with dates, I was already with Patrick. oops.) Juan laid the horny on pretty thick and I, lacking complete and utter experience, had no idea What To Fucking Do. Somehow, we ended up kissing again. Somehow I straddled his lap. I must say, that was a damn comfortable lap. We found my shirt behind the couch later. My bra was under the table. At least my pants stayed on. He switched his attention from my face to my Boobs, a relief. But then there was the pain, the too-sharp Teeth, the pulling. Everything he learned must've come from a hardcore, male-directed porno. I somehow found his hardon through his shorts. Nothing unzipped, but there was a moment of mutual confusion. No one wanted to be the first to act. I stroked for a bit, thinking really how strange jean shorts are, and how incredibly Small he seemed, even to my limited experience and exploration. It wasn't particularly exciting, and we quickly changed positions again and he rolled on top. The dry humping commenced and this is when I knew I'd never see him again. I couldn't breathe, I felt smothered and helpless. I was gasping, but not from pain or excitement, but from trying to inhale. Suddenly, he began speaking, or rather, commanding. "Oh, you know you like it, you know you like it, you know you like it," ad nauseum. No, I can't say I liked it, sorry. I love being dominated, but I want kinky, fun domination with play threats and teasing. Laying under you was more boring than anything, especially after my mind wandered off to places far distant. After an incredibly long three minutes (I timed it by the television clock), he dismounted and shuffled to the bathroom. When he emerged, I'm quite sure it was fairly obvious I was kicking him out.
While it's most certainly a pity that we don't talk anymore, I think I've found a more than adequate replacement. I'd like to think Juan will find some girl to train him right.
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