Chronicles of a New Life

2009-08-04T03:09:00.001-05:00

Lately Part 1

2005-07-08T10:49:00.000-05:00

I've been a busy gal as of late, with running around getting the "it's nearing the end of the summer" things out of the way and working about 50 hours a week, not to mention trying to have some sort of social life.

I was never much for hanging out with people from work until this job, where I've met so many interesting people that I've felt I just didn't have enough time between tables to get to know. I've given my number to more people in the last month than I think I have in the entire previous year. I suppose that is helped by the fact that they hire so many new people every week because they are such a disorganized shitty company that they can't keep employees.

This brings me to one of the recent new hire groups, just two people; a girl named lynn and a guy named ty. Both of which annoyed me from the first day. She has a grating voice and an obnoxious personality and he walks around all cocky which instead of seeming selfconfident, which is sexy, just came off as arrogant. I was counting down the days until they quit, as most new hires have recently.

Here we are a few weeks later and they are both still going strong. Her voice still annoys me but I've come to put up with her and even spark up conversations with her. Oh, the things you will do when you're bored out of your mind.
He, on the other hand, started to grab my attention. I suppose he noticed I was put off by his arrogance which made him try all the more to get me to like him. He toned down the arrogance and started joking around and making me laugh. One night he passed by me and I felt a brush on my ass.
No big deal, I thought, that happens in those cramped spaces back in the kitchen. Later that night I noticed it again, this time I also noticed a grin on his face.

This sparked my interest.

Perhaps he wasn't trying to be arrogant, maybe he is just selfconfident, obviously confident enough that I wouldn't smack him if he touched my ass.

Between tables I would chat with him, and as it turns out he's a pretty okay guy. Quick to do a favor and always good for a laugh. My kind of friend, I thought. I slowly incorporated some details of my trips to the city into our conversations, this piqued his curiousity. We continued talking and over the course of about a week as we would chat and laugh his brushes past my ass eventually turned into all out slaps. I didn't mind a bit, and he knew I liked it.

Afterall, if there is anything I like it's a good spanking.

Later that week I was complaining of a sore shoulder and he offered a quick massage. All the while I'm thinking.."Mmm, big strong hands. Good at massaging and spanking. I wonder what else they're good at?" My mind started racing.

Now, to tell you about his appearance. He's the tall, dark, and handsome type. Standing at around 6'4", with broad muscular shoulders and very short, almost shaved, black hair. He's got the most alluring brown eyes and long eyelashes as well as nice full lips. And as I've said before, I am very much and eye and mouth person. He'd caught my eye the moment I saw him; then he opened his mouth. All that talk that seemed so arrogant turned me off and I didn't give it a second thought.

Until now.

Suddenly, I couldn't believe it. I was attracted to him and even started enjoying his company. I'd arrive at work to happily discover that we were working the same shift, looking forward to joking around and having him smack my ass. So, one friday night I casually suggested we should hang out outside of work sometime. He responded appropriately with a, "yeah, I'd like that" type of answer. I borrowed his pen and gave him my number.

He called about an hour after our shift ended. Just enough time for him to have gone home to shower and re-dress. I thought it was cute that he was so anxious to spend time with me. I hadn't been expecting a call that night, or even the next. I thought, perhaps he'd call one night during the following week. Though, it seemed, he was just as eager to see me as I was to see him. The butterflies set in before we even hung up the phone.

It just so happened that I didn't have any plans for the evening and I had my house to myself.

I threw out an invitation for a movie night at my place. He accepted. We met at a local deli and grabbed some sandwiches. He followed me home. We sat around chatting for a bit while eating our dinners, mind you it was now nearing 1am. Somewhere in the conversation I'd mentioned that I had a pool. He hinted that he'd like to go swimming. We headed out to the pool, I in a tanktop and bikini bottoms and he in his boxer briefs, looking very sexy might I add.

I'd assumed that he had a sexy body under that boring, ugly work uniform. I was right.

I swam a few feet from feet from him for a solid ten minutes, getting comfortable with the idea of what now seemed inevitable. I couldn't ignore my attraction to him and I didn't want to. When I decided that was indeed what I wanted, I allowed him closer. He teased me about being nervous, to which I responded with something like, "psssht, yeah right, me..nervous? Ha!" Knowing full well that I infact was nervous, as I found myself caring what he thought of me and my insecurities got the best of me. He came back at me with, "so let's skinny dip," as he removed his boxer-briefs. My stomach flipped while I hesitated. I was running all the possibilities over in my head: get out now, make up an excuse, or..*gasp*..just strip.

I decided on the latter. Insecurities be damned.

I placed my clothes on the deck and moved back to the middle of the pool, relishing feeling the water run over my bare flesh. When I swam up to him he pulled me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and sat on his lap. We gazed into eachothers eyes until our lips met in a gentle kiss. We kissed for a while until we decided that it was getting a little too chilly to continue anything in the water.

Growl!

2005-07-08T01:42:00.000-05:00

So, I began an update on what's been going on with me lately and my bastard computer crashed and the post that I'd just spent over an hour writing was gone. Once I rid myself of the frustration and work up the energy to rewrite it all, you'll have your update. Hopefully, that will be sometime this week, if not feel free to yell at me to get it done.

Minivacation

2005-07-07T18:38:00.000-05:00

*I just realized how much I've been neglecting you all. My apologies. This goes a month or more back, but here's to catch you up.*

This past week is a blurr of good food, great sex, and exceptional company.

After a small ordeal at home I headed up to the city, yet again, to visit our beloved todd. I wanted to see him, to sit around and chat, watch crazy movies, eat good food, and of course add a bit to my kink repertoire.

I made my usual trip up but this time I decided to risk taking the subway to spare the expense of a cab. I ended up a few blocks away because I think I took the wrong train, but it was only a few blocks. I walked to the corner of the street and oriented myself, then decided which direction I needed to go. The four or so blocks that I had to walk seemed to take an eternity, I was anxious for one of his kisses. That and I'd worn cute, but not very comfortable, heels and I was starting to get blisters.

I had told him that I'd bought new clothes and that I might bring them up with me, nothing too exciting, just some clothes. I decided to wear one of the outfits for when I arrived.

I finally reached his building and had the doorman buzz me in. I took the elevator to his floor, primped in the mirror and made sure the rather low cut shirt was suiting it's purpose. I perched myself in the doorway, trying to hide the lust in my eyes, and knocked on the door. He opened the door, looked me up and down, and let out a shocked, "Wow!" That made it all worth it, blisters be damned.

There was a quick hello kiss in the doorway before I made my way into the apartment. I had it out for his cock as soon as I walked through the door. I wanted it very badly and in every way. I wanted in my hands, in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass..everywhere. And I wanted his lips on mine in the worst way. There was a tease of a blowjob shortly after I arrived and after he showed me one of his new toys.

My first observation upon entering the apartment was that the dining area that I'd cleaned last time was still neat. I was very proud. This just brought to me the theory that if I help get the whole place in order and seeing how nice it is to have things organized, he'd be compelled to keep it that way. But then again, even if he didn't, I'm sure we could set up time for me to come visit. Maybe he can beat me while I'm wearing a french maid's uniform..the possibilities are endless. I just like being able to do something I do well for someone else. Which sort of randomly brings me to the thought that I've gotten a lot better with reading his orgasms..this pleases me. Because now I know just how, when, and where. I love that. Now that I know just what he likes I can give him more orgasms, faster. Fit in as many as I'd like. I love those beginning stages of learning someone's body, I tend to be a quick study, mostly because I love to please and the faster I can learn how the happier I am.

We chilled for a bit and then headed out for a bite to eat. I was very happy. Being in the city, being with todd, and I'm sure being baked is somewhere in that mess too. I smiled a lot and giggled at the thought of how obviously high I looked. My oral fixation got 100x worse and I really needed something to put into my mouth. We stopped for a pack of gum to keep my mouth happy after I devoured two apples, both his and mine.

We were supposed to be headed to Katz Deli but I had another idea in mind.

I wanted pasta.

Long pasta noodles that I could swirl around in my mouth and over my tongue. I had to have it.

We ended up at frankie's or lil' frankie's I'm not sure which, that whole meal is a bit of a blur. I remember the atmosphere being very pleasant and the waiter being very hot.
There was a calamari appetizer, entree of proscuitto pizza with arugula and spaghetti with broccoli in garlic and oil, and for dessert came the first tiramisu ever to touch my lips. Oh my word was it heaven. It was one of the best meals I'd had in a long time. One of the first times I remember genuinely enjoying eating. Enjoying the textures on my tongue and the unique taste of each bite.

We hit Katz Deli the following day, and damn was that food great. On every trip up I am fed like a queen. And on every stay home I hit the gym twice as hard to avoid what would surely come of all that eating otherwise.

Our sleep schedules were a bit out of sync for this trip. Whenever he wanted to sleep I was wide awake and cleaning or something of the sort and whenever I got sleepy he retreated into one of his many movies. But, for the times when we were awake together, we chatted a lot. I got a lot off my mind. Talking to him really helps and I can't thank him enough for being there for me. Most of my thoughts stayed in my head this trip up though, with the exception of the time we spent chatting on the roof of his building. Otherwise, I retreated into my head a lot and just thought about the things he was saying and especially about the things he wasn't saying, his body language and reading his eyes.

I remember staring at him a lot this trip up. At times I would stare at his defined jaw as he would talk to me in that deep soothing voice of his, other times I'd be staring at his lips thinking of all the places I wanted them, but often times I'd be staring into his eyes. I'm very much an eye person. Some like tits, some like asses..I like eyes and mouths.

We meandered around town for hours, ended up in the village more than once, wandering through the various little shops. Rented some movies. Returned to the french place for another goat cheese and meat crepe and a cold chocolate drink. I've become a huge fan of goat cheese because of that place. One woman nearby ordered a dessert crepe, at the sight of which I almost drooled. It looked delectable. I asked what it was and he said it was a dessert crepe, he then said that we'll have to return to that place just for dessert one of these trips, I think I'll hold him to that.

I woke up around 8:45am with an hour before I had to begin my trek homeward bound. I was extremely bad off and really just wanted him to fuck me. I had the night before as well. While he was dominating me I was so hot for him, and each time he'd take a break or wander off to keep me in suspense I just wanted to scream out "fuck me now!" but we were on his terms, and he was doing such a wonderful job.
Then I wanted sex with him just nice and slowly, just to feel him inside of me and watch him enjoy my body as I was enjoying his. Sadly though, he would not wake up no matter how many times I kissed his neck or fondled his body. He finally woke up just shy of 15 minutes before I had to leave. Just enough time for a nice blowjob, some final packing, and getting dressed. I've begun to notice that every time I suck cock I am even more turned on, not to mention sopping wet. I really just wanted to lay in bed with him on top of me kissing me before I had to leave. But alas, that did not happen. He got up and cleaned up a bit then got dressed. I repacked my bag and took one last look around to be sure I hadn't forgotten anything, then we were on our way. He walked me to the subway station and we softly kissed farewell, thinking all the while about how badly I'd have just loved to ravage him right there on that street corner. I just kept thinking, three days til the next gathering, I can get my fill then.

Diner

2005-06-06T13:32:00.000-05:00

Tuesday morning had come and it was time for shelby and I to head back up to the city for another party. Each time we arrive at jefferson's apartment I am increasingly more comfortable. We were greeted at the door with a hello kiss from jefferson, we dropped our bags to their seemingly designated place on the floor in the living room and shelby headed straight to the bed for a nap. I ended up on the couch resting a bit after the long drive. Jefferson busied himself on his computer.

After a short nap, having been woken up by shelby and jefferson's loud sex, I made my way to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I was at it I scrubbed the counter and stove tops as well.

Not that they were particularly dirty, mind you, it just seemed natural after wiping down the sink.

Just as I was finishing up in the kitchen shelby walked in for a glass of water. We all settled on the couch chatting. I was looking around this apartment that had become so familar so quickly, but I still look around, taking inventory of it all each time.

I noticed a rather large pile of papers on the bookshelf near the front door.

I inquired about it.

The response I got was an exasperated one from shelby, "That's his mail. He gets a ton of it and never reads it." Jefferson adds that sorting it is on his very long list of things to do.

I offer to do it for him. It looks to be a nice little challenge.

He is quick to offer it up as a project for me. I removed all the mail from the bookshelf and piled it in the middle of the living room floor, arranged the bookshelf neatly, then set to work with the heap of papers. Shelby got excited about the project too so, she took a position next to me on the floor.

Shelby and I worked out a system we could both agree on; bills would go in one pile, misc. letters in another, the ex's mail would have a pile of it's own, as would anything for the kids.

Jefferson noted our progress.

He then retrieved four more bags of unopened and unsorted mail from the cabinets under the bookshelf.

I beamed at him.

Shelby and I sorted mail for several hours until there was only a small pile left. We'd been at it for a good portion of the afternoon when we realized, we had forgotten to eat. We'd decided on a diner just a few blocks away.

Shelby and I have a bit of a thing for diners. One night in the early hours of the morning we were watching the food network and there was a piece on desserts. One particularly scrumptious looking dessert came onto the screen and was from the Comfort Diner in NYC, we looked at eachother and in unison said, "we have to eat there." So, jefferson humored us and took us to our diner.

Afterall, we would need sustenance for the evening's gathering.

Girls Night

2005-05-26T12:10:00.000-05:00

Shelby randomly calls me and suggests we "do lunch" on wednesday before my afternoon class and so I agree and we make our plans. Later that night she texts me:
"Do you have anything to do tomorrow night(wednesday) after class?"

My answer is in the negative, as I rarely have concrete plans for evenings after I get out of work.

"Well, you do now." She responds.

"Great! What are we doing?"

"We are going to visit meg. And I'm going to tie you up and beat the hell out of the two of you."

"Awesome!"

Recently, shelby has discovered her sadistic side. She has taken an interest in spanking, flogging, tying up, and in any other way dominating people. This is new to her as she is used to being submissive. She has been eager to add to her repertiore, and as meg is on spring break this week shelby now had two (to use the cliché) ready, willing, and able participants.

Plans for lunch went as scheduled, I attended my afternoon class and afterward I met up with shelby again, we headed to our friendly neighborhood walmart to pick up some supplies for the evening.

First on our list: rope, and lots of it, 100 feet to be exact.
Second item: clothes pins, 50 wooden pins.
Third item: candles, one large unscented white tapered candle.
Fourth item: bamboo, this was the only item to cause a problem as they only sold bamboo in large and expensive arrangements and we only wanted one piece.

We wandered around the store looking for things to replace the bamboo when the brilliant idea struck: dowel rods. Back in the crafts section we examined the different sizes of the long solid wooden rods. We joked that the security personnel was probably getting off watching her test strokes of the different sizes across my thighs. We finally found two suitable dowels, a 5/16th inch and a 1/2 inch. The 1/2 inch was a good thick solid hit whereas the 5/16ths, by far, provided more of an unyeilding sting. We paid for our items through the self-checkout, as we were sure our basket would seems at least slightly incriminating to any cashier. Returned to our respective homes to shower and ready ourselves for our fun evening ahead. We left a little later than scheduled but there was no real rush to get there at any specific time, we even stopped at Arby's for a bite to eat on the way. We arrived and sat around and chatted for a while and sipped on our drinks. Meg drank an entire bottle of Asti and downed a few shots of vodka and she was ready to go. I, myself, had to drive home at the end of the night so I limited my alcohol intake. Shelby, however, went a bit over her limit and ended up being more than a little drunk, though that was after she'd taken careful measures to tie us up and beat us nicely.

Sad to say that the events are a little hazy in my mind since this post has been such a long time coming but I shall do my best to recount with as much detail as I can.

Shelby took a few test strokes with the dowels across meg's thighs and ass, meg yowled and threatened to hit shelby back if she continued.

Meg made herself comfortable on the floor on her stomach. She mentioned that she'd heard that I give good massages, and that she needed one. I quickly agreed then wandered off to find lotion or massage oil, I ended up in her bedroom, finding the lotion on the nightstand. I began on her lower back just below her raised shirt but soon decided that the shirt and bra had to come off if I were going to give any semblance of a good massage. Shelby worked on taping the ends of the rope she'd been cutting to size while I made my way to meg's feet.

Meg has a thing against feet, especially having hers played with. She had a bit to drink and was in no state to do much fighting back so I took her calf in my hand and held it firmly while I began to massage her foot. She relaxed almost immediately. She squirmed a bit when I went too lightly and moaned when I rubbed deep into the sole of her foot. I took her toes into my mouth and rolled my tongue over and between them. She gasped. Shelby then instructed meg onto her side, a position that would more easily allow access to meg's breasts which were about to be bound.
Shelby wrapped the rope around meg's very large pale pink breasts, the rope was then brought over her shoulders and tied to the rope that had her ankles, reminiscent of a hogtie. Her legs were spread and soon shelby had her fingers in meg's ass. Meg very much enjoys anal sex and was moaning very loudly and grinning from ear to ear. Shortly thereafter shelby states, "oops...I think I broke you now." Meg headed to the bathroom to assess the damage. Shelby started on me.

Earlier on in the night shelby had tied a knot in my hair with the rope, something she'd seen online and did a wonderful job of recreating. She used the ends of the rope from that knot to bind my wrists and to connect to the rope that ran behind my knees holding my legs close to my chest.

My eyes were closed.

There was a momentary pause.

Then the sound of a bag being opened.

Next, a sharp pain on my right nipple. The clothes pins, shelby was pinning my breasts, then my pussy. I felt the sting of each pin as it was closing in on my flesh, such an overwhelming sensation, I lost count. When she'd satisfied herself with the design of the pins she started on my ass with the dowel rods. Each strike tensed my muscles and took my breath away. I was awash in sensations, the stinging from the dowel across my ass and the throbbing from the pins on my cunt. Again, she stopped when she was satisfied with her design and began fucking my pussy with a huge bright red vibrator. I screamed and squirmed as much as the ropes would allow until she "broke" me too. She redirected her attentions to the candle while I recovered. I headed to the bathroom to clean up a bit and couldn't help but let out small gasps as I removed each of the 8 clothes pins from the lips of my pussy, feeling the sting as the blood rushed back to my flesh.

Jefferson had called sometime during our play and we were taking turns chatting with him, meg was giving him the play-by-play while shelby fucked my pussy and now he was hearing meg's moans as shelby dripped the hot wax onto her stomach.

Meg's stomach and back are very sensitive to the hot wax and she writhes and moans loudly as each drop hits her. My reactions are a bit different. My back is more sensitive to the heat and I squirm at each drop, my stomach, however sends odd sensations down my spine.

Sensations of being tickled.

I giggled each time shelby dropped the wax onto my stomach. She'd slap me or take a dowel to my ass each time and scold me not to laugh, but each time I'd still giggle. I wasn't trying to be masochistic, it just tickled me so badly it was impossible not to laugh.

Shelby returned to meg with the wax and while she was torturing meg with that I thought to torture her nipples. I took one into my mouth and rolled my tongue around on it and nibbled a little here and there, her moans didn't cease. Then shelby directed me to go down on meg so, I settled myself between meg's legs and admired her beautiful bright pink pussy as I set my mouth to work on it. I licked and sucked on her clit until she came and couldn't stand it anymore. I'd made my own mouth quite happy in the process as well.

Shortly hereafter meg was blisfully exhausted, shelby was drunk, and I had the drive home to prepare for. Meg and I picked some of the hot wax off of ourselves and gathered in onto a towel while we picked some out of the carpet as well. Shelby and I gathered our things and headed home around 4am.

Happy Birthday!

2005-05-26T10:45:00.000-05:00

It was the Friday night after my 21st birthday, my college suitemate and one of my best friends decided that we should all go out to some club to celebrate. I hadn't been to a club in quite a while and thought that it would be fun to just get out and dance, oh yeah, and drink. It would most likely be a latin club. This would be perfect, I was in the mood for sensual body movement. The only problem was that I would have to drive up to either north jersey or new york to meet them. The drive didn't seem so horrible, I spent a decent chunk of it on the phone with people wishing me a happy belated birthday and all that.

I met up with jackie at her house and we were to meet maria and a few of her friends at the club because they were running a bit behind and still primping at maria's house a few towns over, but close to the club. Jackie and I parked across the street from the club and waited, bottles in hand, getting a bit of drinking in beforehand.

About 45 minutes and two rather large bottles of liquor later, maria and her friends finally arrived. We were a bit irritated about having to wait so long, but what really got to us was the mostly empty parking lot of the club.

We entered and checked our coats, at this point in march it was still snowing.

Shots all around to start off our night, not to mention that it looked like we'd be needing them. The club was sparsely occupied at best, and by mostly women. This trip looked to be taking an awful turn.

We drank a bit more and danced with eachother, maria swears she's straight but when she's dancing with another woman the way she was and doing body shots off of all of us it makes me curious to know how well she's really fooling herself. Though I am not attracted to maria I still took advantage of her willingness to dance with other women, I pushed her to her limit then backed off and found a man to dance with.

We all danced a while longer, a few guys made their way into our circle, but mostly we just danced with eachother. I'm sure it was quite a show for any onlooker, we were just having fun.

A very short while later the lights were turned back on and everyone was leaving, "But it's so early," I squeeked, voice having been weak from screaming over the music for the past few hours. Evidentally, clubs in new jersey close at 2am.

I was disappointed.

We waited all that time to get in, danced with the few men that made the cut, and now we were just supposed to head home? I was wide awake and felt completely sober. I wanted to go somewhere else, do something else, drink more, dance more. But everyone else was ready to head home.

At some point at the club I had spoken to shelby via cell phone, she had arrangements with connor tonight but hoped I was having fun celebrating my birthday.
When we left the club I called shelby to see what she and connor were up to, I was about to drive back home and thought I might stop by to say hello. Plans were made for me to call when I got closer, and if they were still awake I was welcome to stop in. When I was only a few more miles away I called again and they were awake and expecting me, and one of connor's friends had shown up unexpectedly. They asked if that would be a problem, I said no.

I arrived in the hotel's parking lot and found a space near shelby's car, then made my way up to the room. I greeted everyone with a hug and introduced myself to the new guy, mark. I explained that I smelled disgusting from the smoke from the club and needed to shower.

I gathered my things and headed to the bathroom where connor and mark were mixing drinks or something of the sort. I shed my clothing. Connor suggested mark stay and get to know me while he went out to keep shelby company. I showered with the curtain half opened, he stared the whole time. I asked him quite a few questions until I was satisfied that he was an okay guy, all the while I was getting used to the fact that I'd be fucking him in a few minutes.

After I finished washing up I towel dried and dressed in pj pants and a tank top. I crawled into bed with connor and shelby and made myself comfy, at this point I was a little tired and perfectly willing to just fall asleep next to these two hot bodies. Then mark crawled into the bed next to me and began to fondle me. He kept trying to "get comfortable" and was brushing my tits with his hands, what I suppose was to seem accidentally. I didn't mind I was enjoying having my tits fondled. Eventually, he rolled over onto me and began kissing me. Connor instructed him off and began to remove my clothing and sucked on my very sensitive nipples. He said that shelby felt left out, so I leaned over her and began to kiss her play with her breasts. She was responsive, though it had seemed she was half asleep when I began. I worked my hands down to her clit and teased it for a moment before I slipped my fingers into her. She was a little dry, so I used the saliva on my tongue to wet my fingers and gave them back to her, curved them toward her g-spot and applied lots of pressure, just how she likes it. She writhed and moaned but allowed that she was sore and exhausted from her romp with connor just a few hours earlier, she preferred to watch. Shelby made herself comfy in a chair next to the bed, connor kissed my neck and pinched my nipples and mark made his way to my clit. Mark set to work until his mouth was too tired to continue, he got up for a drink.
Shelby stood and gathered her things to head home, she had to work later that day and needed to back to her own bed for some sleep, she took mark home on her way. Connor and I kissed and chatted and fucked until the sun came up. Somewhere around 8am I took him home and then it was back to my own bed for some much need and well deserved sleep.

Finally!

2005-05-26T10:38:00.000-05:00

It's about time I gave you guys something to read. So, finally, here are a few posts.

The Talk

2005-05-15T11:12:00.000-05:00

My couple and I had the talk last night. You know the one. The talk that says, "it was fun while it lasted but I think we're better off as friends."

Paul was waiting outside the restaurant for holly to get out of work, it was around midnight. I was supposed to have been finished work by 9pm but I stayed to help holly clean up. We met up with paul at the car and began chatting. Every time we start chatting we end up sitting around for hours so, paul suggested we head to a local bar for a beer.

Normally I do not drink beer, I'm not fond of it, but I agreed. This would be the first time I'd actually drank in a bar in my town.

We decided on a smaller bar more likely to be occupied by more than a bunch of guys getting away from the wife and kids, meaning one likely to have other women. It also happens to be the one closest to my house. Holly and I shed our aprons and untucked our shirts and we headed inside.

I immediately recognized four people from my graduating class and thought, "so this is what's become of my generation, a bunch of lushes." I was never particularly close to many people in my class so it wasn't that I really cared all that much.

A guy I didn't recognize walked up to me almost as soon as I sat down and offered to buy me a drink. Already a good first bar experience, I thought. I agreed and ordered just a beer, on second thought I should have ordered a shot but I didn't know how long we'd be there and I would most likely have to drive home, I didn't want to risk it.

We sat there sipping our beers, holly had three and was already tipsy. This was the first time I'd ever seen holly drink and I was quite amused to see what a lightweight she was. We stayed until last call when we decided that we were hungry. We headed over to Denny's. Upon walking in there was a sign on the door, "Due to short staffing, there will be approximately a 45 minute wait." This, in conjunction with recognizing the horrible waitress was enough to send us down the street to another 24 hour diner. We were sat as soon as we walked in the door. Already better than a 45 minute wait for a horrible waitress. Though, as it turns out we ended up with a bad waitress anyway. She looked older than dirt and her memory was worse. The food, however, was delicious, just what we had needed. We took our time eating, we were there for about two hours.

Nearing the second hour paul chirped, "We have something we want to tell you, but I'm not sure this is the place to do it." I insisted he tell me. He started stammering something like, "..we really like hanging out with you, you're a really good friend..so, it's not that we don't like you.."

I already knew where this was going.

I had been feeling the same way for a while now as well. I could tell we all had, it just hadn't been articulated until now. I had been feeling that there was a mutual understanding that our fling was fun while it lasted, but that it was over and we were back to being just friends. There had not been any uncomfortable feelings among us, and immediately following our talk we were back to the cheery, happy-go-lucky threesome of friends. It was a great experience, they are wonderful people. Our time is over but we were all better for it.

To 'my couple', I happily say "Adieu."

Delay

2005-05-08T11:22:00.000-05:00

I really had hoped to have those posts up by the end of the week, but my week took a bit of a turn in events.

I had gone out to a nice little showbar tuesday night with a few friends. I made my scheduled trip to the city on wednesday and what was supposed to be a fun two days and one night turned out to be an excellent four days and three nights.

I'd gone up to visit the dear, sweet, and incredibly sexy todd. After the first party he was on my mind constantly and I was counting down the days until the next party when I could see him again, kiss his delicious lips, and have my way with his amazing cock. Though, I have yet to post about the second party, I'll tell you now that todd was feeling a little under the weather and I didn't get to play with him much, at least, significantly less than at the first party. Not to be selfish, but I had very much wanted to get him alone in a room and have my way with him, or let him have his way with me *wink*.
So, when we had a moment alone to chat I'd let him know how much I'd been thinking of him, he said the feelings were mutual. He'd mentioned that he'd been thinking up some wonderfully dirty things he'd like to do to me, I was nothing but eager to try them all. We joked about scheduling some time to make it happen. I was ecstatic.

A few days after the party I sent him an instant message we had a nice long conversation and we agreed on a tentative visit the following week. The plan was to head up on wednesday, stay until thursday afternoon/evening, visit thomas thursday night and leave early friday morning, stop by jefferson's for a quick massage and perhaps a blowjob, then head home to shower and ready for work by 4pm.

Time flew by more quickly than I'd ever thought possible. The next thing I knew it was friday morning and I was still staying with todd. I hadn't heard from thomas and I had a few missed calls from jefferson wondering where I was. Todd and I had grabbed breakfast at a small bagel shop and headed back to his apartment to eat and watch a movie. At some point in time we fell asleep, and by the time I woke the time frame I'd had for time with jefferson had come and gone. I later sent him a message and apologized over and again, it really wasn't meant to happen the way it did. I had been looking forward to seeing him.

Todd was a very gracious host and although I feared I was overstaying my welcome he was nothing short of sweet and wonderful. Posts are on their way about my visit soon, but first there are a few other things and a party to post about.

I suppose it is too bad that I missed out on seeing jefferson, as he's the one wielding the whip to hold me to my postings.

There is always time to make up for it.

No Time

2005-05-02T18:57:00.000-05:00

So much to write about and so little time in which to do it. I've got another party to blog about as well as a threesome and a foursome from march. Ahh, I'm so behind. Hopefully, those posts will be up by the end of the week. If only there were someone to keep me to it ;).

A Night of Firsts

2005-04-13T22:36:00.000-05:00

My bestfriend has a man in another state where she regularly visits and regularly attends biweekly sex parties. I have been privvy to wonderful detailed stories of the goings on at said parties and have been openly curious and interested in them.
Well, as it would happen, I had been invited. We woke early and began our drive to the train/bus station at a nice midpoint, as to avoid tolls and excess gas money and excessive parking fees, though as it turned out we had to pay an exorbitant parking rate anyway, but I digress. After spending an hour finding overnight parking, as we would be spending the night, we boarded the train and were on our way to an unfamilar city, a man I'd only met once, and my first orgy. I was a tad nervous to say the least.

We arrived at the train station and hailed a cab immediately, as she has missed her man and was eager to see him, and a cab ride would be the quickest way to the apartment. I was doing the tourist thing, looking down every street, ohhing and ahhing at all the right spots. We pulled up to the apartment building and paid the cab fare, and made our way up to this semi-strange man's apartment.

While he is very comfortable company, I was still trying to get used to the idea that a.) I was in a strange city b.) I was in a strange man's apartment where I would be spending the night c.) I was going to be fucking this man in a few hours and d.) This unfamiliar apartment would soon be the location of an orgy that I would be attending in only several hours. This was a lot for me to take in.

We sat around chatting for a few moments and he made us some hot tea, if there is anything we like it's our tea. Conversation flowed rather smoothly, though no talk of the impending orgy or of any sex at all for that matter, this helped relax me. He showered, as he had just woken up shortly before we arrived and she and I chatted about my nervousness/anxiousness and she attempted to assuade my fears, as I was unsure if I'd fit in at the party.

I needed to shower, well mostly just to shave, but I thought it would be a nice time for them to get reaquainted. I took my good ol' time in the shower, relishing in the fact that the water not only stayed hot, but got hotter! I was very excited about this. I love Hot showers. I washed my hair and conditioned it and shaved everything in preparation for the evening's party. I relaxed in the scalding hot water for a few minutes more and got out to dry, I heard them chatting and assumed they had finished getting reaquainted until I heard them going at it again. I made my way to the living room to read the book I had brought along. I quickly tired of reading, as all I could hear were moans coming from the next room, though I resisted the urge to go join in. I wandered around and found myself in the kitchen washing dishes.

Fast forward to the evening. As the orgy hour neared I got more and more nervous. My heart skipped a beat at the first knock at the door.
The first guest arrived, alice, a short sweet mousy girl with an adorable smile and a timid voice. She was wearing loose fitting clothes which I would later were find out were hiding an amazing body. We made idle conversation while we opened the wine she'd brought along, laura and jefferson were readying the apartment with candles and replacing the normal sheets with the "sex sheets".
The next guest to arrive was a man who had been to the prior two parties and had been unwelcomed, as he skeeved out a few of the other attendees who are regulars, thus this was a bad idea. He had practically invited himself, as he knew that the parties were on a regular basis. Jefferson took him aside before the party began and explained that his presence was not a welcomed one and that he would not be allowed to attend future parties. He left without argument.
The next guest to arrive was lars who is paralyzed from the waist down and in a wheelchair. He is a thin though very attractive younger guy with a very pleasant demeanor and a sense of humor that could make a nun under a vow of silence laugh. His arrival was followed by dacia's, whom I'd seen pictures of before though she is even more attractive in person. She is thin but curvy with both nipples pierced as well as having her hood pierced. She'd arrived in need of a shower and headed straight for it after introductions.
At the door a few moments later was tevin, a younger slender boy with long dreads, a very cute face and an even hotter body. I couldn't help but stare at him during conversation. The next to arrive was a very cute asian woman named reese, she was wearing sweat pants and informed us that she's come straight from the gym. She reminded me slighty of comedian Margaret Cho. She has a very curvy feminine body, a larger frame than alice or laura or dacia which made me a little more at ease.
The last to arrive, fashionably late but with fixin's for margaritas to make up for it, was todd. Evidentally this is almost as per usual for him: last to arrive, last to depart. I had seen a picture of him sent via camera phone but it did him no justice. As soon as he walked in the door my eyes were glued to him, I found him very attractive and I wanted him immediately, I was informed that this was the todd I'd heard so many wonderful things about. This only made me want him more. We all sat around the living room sipping our respective drinks and chatting, soon reese rode on lars lap in his wheelchair into the back bedroom. Only a few minutes later would we be hearing her loudly moaning in orgasm, he acquired the title of the best giver of head in the city, male or female. I, sadly, would not find this out first hand.

Next, todd, dacia, and tevin made their way to a bedroom, left in the living room still in conversation were jefferson, the gracious host he is, larua, alice and myself. I can't help but think that the only reason we were all still clothed was because of my nervousness. Laura and alice ended up lying on the scary fouton, as it would randomly fold up on people. I began my first orgy kissing and being fondled by jefferson. He almost immediately removed my clothes gave a bit of attention to my nipples, then promptly told me to suck his cock. I gladly obliged of course. After a few minutes of that he was primed and ready to fuck me. I found an unoccupied spot on the fouton next to laura and alice who were playing nicely just kissing. Jefferson began to fuck me, nice and gently. This was wonderful of him. I'm not sure I'd have jumped in on my own and since I was already fairly comfortable with him, I relaxed immediately. Tevin made his way into the room and his cock found my mouth right away. Jefferson was still fucking me when he began to suck tevin's rather large cock with me. My first instinct was just to watch, as I have never seen boys play this way before and was quite turned on, until I realized that I was neglecting to participate myself, I remedied this immediately taking his cock back into my mouth while kissing jefferson in the process. Tevin climbed onto my stomach to feed me his cock at a more suitable angle while jeff began finger fucking me right along tempo with tevin's thrusts in my mouth, my moans were, of course, a bit muffled. Tevin excused jefferson and began fucking me himself. He sweetly allowed, "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you when I walked in the door." I was only more turned on by this. He asked how badly I wanted him to fuck me, I pulled his mouth into mine with more intensity than I knew I was capable of. He sort of giggled, then asked how hard I'd like him to fuck me. I responded, "I want all you've got." I gave the boy a hell of a workout. I could see and feel all his gorgeous tight muscles working, I rubbed my hands over his tight abs and his muscular arms and played with my own nipples as he fucked me until he was too tired to continue.
I wanted to keep tabs on what was going on around me at all times, but I was finding it very difficult not to get caught up in the moment, then I was sure I didn't want to lose that, so I just paid attention to the overwhelming sensations of my own fun.

Tevin excused himself to the kitchen for well deserved glass of water, I turned over to find alice quietly watching and still partially clothed, I leaned up to kiss her. What soft lips, what perfect breasts. I pulled the slip she was still wearing aside and occupied my mouth and hands on her nipples. I stayed there for a while, admiring her perfect tits. Reese had perched herself at the edge of the bed to watch, I made my way to alice's clit. I lubed her with my mouth first, sucked on my fingers to get them wet and gave her two of them, she took them with a deep breath and a moan. I made my mouth happy playing with her clit, alternately sucking on it and pulling back the hood and flicking it with my tongue. I kept my fingers in her. She moaned in ecstasy and reese marvled at the sight. I got quite into what I was doing, as I love making a woman scream. Though, soon, my hand got tired and I had to stop, I kissed alice and she gave me an appreciative, shocked look.
I sat up to see that I had an audience. Jefferson, lars, reese, tevin, and john were all watching us from the bed shortly across the room. Jefferson informed everyone that this was my first party, as john had missed introductions, and added that I was a lesbian. I shook my head no and held up two fingers indicating that I'd only been with two women before. He squeaked "Two!? This is only the third woman you've done this to?" I nodded, everyone looked shocked including alice. Jefferson commended me on my work and alice vehemently agreed.

The next thing I remember is todd with his fingers in laura on the other bed in the room. I moved over to them, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She introduced todd and I and we said our hello's and nice to meet you's. Laura spilled that I had a tongue piercing, which no one had known prior to my playing with them one on one, though that was purposeful on my behalf, I wanted it to be a surprise.

She mentioned that I give great head, that knowledge having been ascertained earlier on in the day when I sucked jefferson's cock for the first time. While I was allowing my mouth to have fun with his cock she asked him if I gave good head and his response was, "Fuck yeah." This was news to me, but I was glad to hear it.

Todd looked in my direction and asked if I would mind, I answered by taking him into my mouth. He occupied his mouth on laura's pussy. He is wonderfully vocal about his pleasure. He moans softly at first and then very loudly, I found this to be inexplicably hot. By this time my pussy was soaked again, watching him eat laura and listening to his moans. Laura left the room and he brought me onto the bed and kissed me. I would very quickly become quite fond of his kisses. He quickly made his way to my pussy to show off his own impressive talents. He began by licking my clit which only got me more wet, but doesn't really get me off which he seemed to realize quickly and so he gave me two of his fingers. When he realized that this was the way to go he quickly gave me more; more pressure, more speed, and more of his hand. I was quivering..no, shaking..from the amount of pleasure he was giving me. I was playing with my nipples and he was finger fucking me, hard, just the way I like it. I later found out that jeff had walked into the room following the screams I was emitting and saw that todd was actually fisting me. I was surprised at this, as he has rather large hands. I hadn't noticed what was really going on, I was too focused on the impending orgasm. This was the first of two orgasms I would have with the only person at the party to give them to me. I screamed and gushed in his hands, he pulled his hand out, wiped if off and stretched out to lay next to me. We chatted for a moment and I told him how hott I thought he was since I saw him walk in the door and that he was even more attractive in person than that picture he'd sent, I also informed him that he was the first to ever give me an orgasm in this manner, I thanked him with kisses. He told me I was ridiculously hott. I wanted him so badly, again. He needed to rehydrate as I took quite a while to come and he was very persistant, I accompanied him to the kitchen for a glass of water. I heard the alarm on my phone going off, this meant it was sometime after 12 and I needed to take my pill. I did so and wandered down the hall.
I found jefferson coming out of one of the rooms, he asked if I were taking a break, I shook my head and informed him that I was having far too much fun to take a break because I wanted much more. He seemed quite shocked to hear this. He kissed me and pressed me into the wall, nothing turns me on more than being pushed against a wall, or actually being dominated in any way, shape, or form. I positioned myself comfortably and wrapped a leg around him as I ran my hands down his back to squeeze his ass. He stopped kissing me and told me he was going to fuck me, I took his hand and followed him gladly to the bed.
We kissed and he positioned my hands over my head. I quite liked where this was going, he reached down to retrieve some rope, I got all giggly and excited. He tied my hands over my head as he was deciding what to do with me. He fucked me in the array of positions capable given the limits of my hands being bound, including fucking my face. At one point I gagged, he slapped my face and scolded, "Don't choke on it, bitch!" I was shocked but only more turned on. No one had ever slapped my face before that moment, I quite liked it. He positioned my legs over my head and held my ankles together as he fucked me and spanked me, very hard, just as he knows I like it. I locked my eyes on his. The intensity burning in his eyes as his hands crossed my thighs and ass was almost enough to drive me crazy. After a good rough fucking we fell apart to rest. He suggested we'd get along quite well, I could nothing but agree.

I made my way to the living room to find a few people in conversation, I joined in, and I noticed a few people getting dressed to head home. Among them were john, with whom I hadn't the pleasure of playing, alice, and lars, with whom I also hadn't had the pleasure of playing. I hear they had quite a bit of fun together. Sadly, I missed out on that, as I missed out evidentally on todd and tevin playing together, though dacia gives first hand account of it. When lars was about to leave I noted that I hadn't yet even kissed him, I thought to remedy that immediately. I walked over to him and kissed him sofly though deeply. He responded with, "Wow, sorry I missed out on that all night."

I made my way out to the balcony to find laura and todd chatting and smoking, laura was cold so she made her way back into the apartment, todd was scantily clad himself and was getting cold, I opened my jacket to expose my warm bare chest and stomach and wrapped it around him in attempt to keep him warm. We chatted for a bit and he complained of a tight muscle in his back, I promptly offered a massage. (Have I mentioned that I Love massaging people? Especially hot people.)
We made our way to the bedroom, he put on his favorite japanese animated pornographic film then made himself comfortable on the bed. I found the lotion and climbed onto his legs and began to massage him. He likes his massages just the way I like mine; long, deep, and hard. I massaged his back and arms and legs for just over an hour, then I couldn't take it anymore I had to have my mouth on him..somewhere..anywhere. I started kissing and licking his back while I was still massaging it, grinding my wet pussy on the leg i was sitting on. I'd wanted him all night and now it was nearing 3am and I had yet to fuck him. Almost everyone else had either gone home or fallen asleep, but I was wide awake and wanting todd almost more than I could bare.
I kissed his neck and nibbled his ears until he tossed me off.. threw me down and began to kiss me. He asked me if i were done for the night or if i were still up for a good fucking, I thought that was a silly question. I was quite obviously seducing him and exuding lust from every pore in my body, never mind that I never say no to sex..provided its with someone I actually want to have sex with..which he very much was.

We fucked in various positions at various tempos for roughly two hours. I just kept staring at him thinking about how hot he was and how much I was loving hearing him moan and watching him smile at me, I caught myself smiling a lot at him between lengthy kisses. He stopped at one point, mid fuck, and exclaimed "God, you're beautiful" then resumed fucking me. My mind and body were consumed by bliss. We were both getting a little tired and so he pulled out and laid back and thanked me for everything that I'd done for him through the night, I told him there was no need to thank me and then wrapped my lips around his cock. He came shortly there after. We laid in bed for a few moments relaxing..recovering..it was nearing 5am and he needed to get home. We kissed goodbye. I was sad to see him go as I could easily have had a few more hours left in me, for him I was eager for more, but I understood. I hugged him and saw him to the door.
I wandered around to see if anyone were left, because I had been completely absorbed in fucking todd for the past few hours, I wouldn't have noticed if people had left. I found only jefferson and laura lying on a bed in the other bedroom, sexiled from his own room by todd and myself. I was almost proud of that. I returned to the very comfy bed and promptly passed out.

Upon reflection: At some point in the night I'd overheard jefferson explaing to someone that I was new to the party scene but I was a natural and fitting in quite nicely, that he'd asked if I were taking a break at one point, my vehement answer of no of course not, and his surprise and delight at this and his saying I was a real crowd pleaser. Evidentally a few of the guests requested I return for the next gathering. I was very excited to hear this, glad that I had pleased everyone well enough to be invited back. I can only hope that the next party will be even better. I am very eager to learn more new things and especially to please new people, as I derive a great deal of pleasure from making other people happy and especially from making them feel good.
By the end of the night my mouth was almost compeletely raw from sucking so much cock and kissing so much, but it was well worth it. I had an amazing time and thanked jefferson and laura profusely for inviting me. When we left we kissed jefferson goodbye, I thought it would be a simple goodbye kiss but it turned out to be a nice long soft kiss between he and I, she snarled "We'll be back in two weeks you can kiss her then" he said yes of course, looked at me and said, "You're coming back," almost as a command, "I'll see you in two weeks." I of course would gladly come back. Then one more quick kiss and we were out the door. I am very much looking forward to seeing jefferson again and of course to the next party, to meeting and having fun with new people and the same people, of course.
I must admit to very much wanting to see todd again. I can't wait. *huge grin* I keep trying to remind myself that it wasnt just a Great dream, that it really happened, and that it is going to happen again in two weeks. It just seems so unreal right now. I'm still off daydreaming about it all, I'm not sure I want my mind to come back from it. I had an amazing time, and I was very glad to hear that I was well liked by everyone and that I was wanted back. I am more than happy. There is no word for the level of contentedness I am experiencing, elated doesnt even come close. So this year is turning out to be full of the great things I was hoping it would be. I'm very excited to see what the rest of the year will hold.

Hypocrite

2005-04-09T01:33:00.000-05:00

Said friend from last post has gotten himself a girlfriend and has given her his virginity. He'd said that he had not wanted to have sex with anyone until he was sure he really cared about them and they had a future together. His sex with her is 'justified' because they were in a "relationship", news to me that one can call it a relationship after less than a week of dating. And by the by, they broke up just two days after their sexual encounter. He does not, however, believe this contradicts every opinion he'd held about myself. All I have to say is that he is a hypocrite and I care not about his opinions of me any longer. I am happy with what I do and whom I choose to be with, and remarkably, even though I do not have a "relationship" with them we continue to keep in touch. I suppose that's more than he can say for himself. If nothing else, I am saying that I am proud of my slutty behavior. It makes me happy.

Void

2005-03-28T06:45:00.000-05:00

Tonight I had the most amusing conversation with a friend on his opinion of me, my life, and my choices. He has been sheltered for the most part of his life and to this day remains just within reach of mommy's apron strings. He is quiet, shy, and untrusting, but most of all, straightlaced and provincial. He is a virgin. And like most virgins, he believes that sex should be reserved for relationships with those you trust and most importantly, love. I understand this, as when I was a virgin, this was also my belief. Well, things change. The relationship aspect at least, I still believe you should trust and have love for those you sleep with. Though, he means the 'in love with' kind of love.

He and I are fairly good friends, we chat openly and often. He has admitted to having affections for me. I have explained the boundries of our friendship. I am nothing if not honest and he has found this to be one of my flaws. When he asked how my new year's eve was, I told him honestly. He asked questions, all of which I answered. I was sure he did not really want to know but he kept asking and I kept answering. He says he prides himself on being objective and not judging, but I could hear the disapproval in his voice. He knew that my first time was with someone I was 'in love' with and he approved of that. This, however, was the first he'd asked about any other sexual encounters and he did not like what he heard.

He is currently enrolled in a women's studies course and has been using me as his only gateway into the female psyche, as I am one of his closest friends and the only female of the bunch. Not to mention, his most open and honest friend. I do not believe myself to be a 'typical' woman, but he already knew this and chose to interview me anyway. The end of the course is nearing and he is required to write a paper discussing what he has gotten from it. A large portion of the paper is about me. His feelings on how I chose to live my life, my sexuality specifically, and his thoughts about those feelings toward me. He casually mentioned that I was part of his paper and so I, of course, asked to read what he'd written about me. This spurred a lenghty discussion.

He believes that I have a void in my life from the 'painful breakup' with my long term boyfriend of two years and that I am attempting to fill that void with meaningless, emotionless sex to avoid the pains of relationships. My only reaction was to laugh. Evidentally, he has not understood anything I have spoken to him about or explained to him. I asked him to lay it all out, to be brutally honest in his opinions of me. I suppose this was too confrontational for him as it seemed to have scared him and caused him not to manage a single declarative sentence. They all began with: 'maybe' or 'kinda like'. I asked him why this was. He replied that he is not used to anyone that is not easily offended and did he not know how to respond.
I began thinking that this is true of many people, which saddens me. Many of my friends confuse openness and honesty with confrontation. Even if someone hates me, if they are brazen enough to tell me so, I love them, or at least respect them. Dishonesty is one of my only vexes.

Anyway, he finally managed to stammer that what he had written in the paper was how he felt and he could not more articulately explain himself. I attempted to correlate my own situation to his, but without success. I wanted to explain that the sex I have is neither meaningless nor emotionless, as I very much trust my partners and have great respect and love for them as well. He did not understand how this was possible. 'If I we trusted, loved, and respected one another, why weren't we in a relationship?' This was a plausible question.

He has never really been in a relationship, though I have been in only a few I have not become a fan of them. Friends are satisfied with a 'hey, how are you?' and a little attention every now and then. Relationships, however, require constant nurturing. With a full-time job and class schedule as well as some semblance of a social life, it is very difficult to cultivate and sustain a healthy working relationship which, using his theories, would not allow for any sexual interaction. Thus, in my situation, it seems appropriate and convenient to have my friends, whom I love and trust, as my partners. Though we discussed this at length, he could not seem to comprehend that I was not avoiding the pains caused by breakups and the like, but rather the inconvenience of the relationships themselves. The conversation resulted with his continual disapproval and my response: "In the end, it is still your opinion of my life."
A favorite quote of paige's: "The answer must always be, 'Yes.' The question: Can you live with that?" I feel this is appropriate here. My answer..is yes.

Slut

2005-03-17T04:00:00.000-05:00

Everyone keeps calling me a whore lately, but I'm really not.

I'm a slut.

There is a huge difference. Whores..get paid.

I simply enjoy sex..thoroughly. And anyway, what's so wrong with a woman loving and wanting sex?

Dinner and a Threesome

2005-02-18T18:30:00.000-05:00

After the rousing conversation the night before holly and paul were eager to have me over again. When our shifts at work ended we chatted for a bit and holly invited me back to their apartment where they made a delicious dinner and we ate and chatted a bit more..if anyone ever overheard one of our conversations they would swear we all had ADD as much as we jump from on topic to another completely unrelated one.

After we finished dinner we went into the bedroom, turned on the stereo, and continued our conversation. He laid her on her stomach, lifted her shirt to expose her back, and began to give her a massage. This was the perfect thing for him to do, as I love giving massages. I promptly unhooked her bra, grabbed the lotion, and began massaging it into her soft bare skin. He watched and helped and began looking bored so I removed his shirt and laid him down and began massaging his back. She soon sat up, removed her shirt and bra and was helping me massage him.

At some point in a previous conversation she had said something about her feet being a sensitive area and so I moved to them, worked the lotion in and began to play with her toes on my tongue, she laid back, squirmed, and moaned quietly while he fondled and sucked on her breasts. I then massaged his feet and sucked on his toes as well, which he said no one had ever done before, he thoroughly enjoyed it, twitching and letting out quiet gasps and sighs of delight.
Evidentally, now it was time for me to lose my clothing. They removed my shirt and bra and began massaging my back and breasts. I was now nice and relaxed and very wet. They took turns removing eachothers clothes and admiring eachother's nude bodies.
She and I are similarly built though she has slightly smaller hands and slightly larger breasts, at seeing this woman whom I perceive to be very attractive nude I gained more of an appreciation for my own naked body.

Having just come from work I had a clear plastic retainer in my tongue which I removed as it is pointed at one end and would not have been pleasant to soft sensitive skin I am sure. They both admitted to being sad since neither of them, though both were curious, had ever been with anyone with their tongue pierced.

Though she had her fair share of encounters kissing women, she had never been with a woman sexually before, and he had never witnessed two women together in person before either. These issues were the first to be addressed. She and I had only been kissing a few minutes when she began to kiss her way down my chest and stomach to my clit.

She said it was her first time but she seemed to know what she was doing. Maybe women really just have a superior knowledge of pleasing other women. Perhaps she was just going by what she likes..well..she and I have a lot in common. Though my favorite part was definitely having her fingers in me. First two, comfortably, but then three, more effectively was her thumb stroking my clit and her teeth tugging at the flesh of my inner thighs. Paul made himself comfortable when he found a suitable view and jerked off to the vision of his wife's beautiful cunt and her fingers and mouth on mine. He ate her with a passion which was more than hot to witness..he fingered her and caressed her clit in his mouth while I kissed her and tortured her nipples.

When it was my turn to play with her I sucked on my fingers for a little lubrication and gave her two of them, which seemed to be quite enough as she is fairly small, curved them upward and found her g-spot. I suppose this was new to her given her gasp and loud moaning. Not long after I began, she came. I really got off just listening to her scream, and so I just kept going. She is very inclined to multiple orgasms. She came again. This time louder. The third time her screams were muffled as he was feeding her his cock. Finally she gave the signal for me to stop, she could not take anymore. I did not want to overstimulate her and ruin her pleasure.

She really seemed to enjoy getting me off..she fingered me furiously and lapped away at my juices all the while lying on my breasts and stomach, biting my nipples. I thoroughly enjoyed having her on top of me..my first thought was "we need to buy this girl a strap on". She seemed to love the vantage point. Even if she didn't want to use it I'd love to..I've always wanted to fuck a woman. I want to have that control and be able to sit back and enjoy it..eating someone out or even fingering them requires a lot of effort and not always a great view of the facial expressions of the one you're pleasing. I want to give pleasure with every thrust and be able to enjoy watching her facial expressions and have uninhibited access to her tits and lips.
Around this point paul asked which I preferred, men or women. I thought this was a silly question to ask someone you were currently having a threesome with, as I assumed it was obvious, but I answered him as honestly as I could. "I'm equally attracted to both and equally enjoy sex with both, though I'd prefer a relationship with a man..women are just too emotional and complex to endure a relationship with."

The sun was rising and we were still having fun, once the cds ended and we saw that it was nearing 7am we decided to end our wonderful session. They went to sleep and I drove home to my very comfy, though empty, bed. Replaying what had just happened over and again in my mind.

Updates

2005-02-18T06:00:00.000-05:00

I haven't been home much lately and haven't been able to sit down and give full updates on the fun and interesting things that have been going on lately but the posts are in progress..the details are a little sketchy now but I'll do my best to be as accurate as possible. Again, sorry for the delay.

New Friends

2005-02-17T18:30:00.000-05:00

So much to update..hmm..where to begin. Let's start with work. Work has been going well lately, I have been pulling in decent amounts of money because I have been working quite a few hours, though my schoolwork has been suffering. A few weeks ago a new girl, holly, started at my place of employment, she looks very young and she seems to be shy as she is very quiet and soft spoken, I suppose one could say this appeals to my curiosity and compulsion for corruption. She is also very cute. With a nice feminine body, short wavy hair, and luscious lips, of course she had my attention when we began chatting at work. We would gossip about some of the other employees and the flaws in the management and the pain-in-the-ass customers and similar small talk between coworkers. We had not exchanged phone numbers or made plans to see eachother outside of work or gone into any detail about our respective lives. Sunday night on the drive home from jackie's party weekend, I received a call from laura, she was getting out of work around midnight and could we meet up at the diner in our hometown for some tea and a bite to eat. Of course we could, it would be great to catch up. This was the night I ran into holly and her husband paul. Now, not only was she not young as young as I had thought, but married as well. After laura left the three of us chatted until around 5:30am and exchanged numbers, as holly and I had agreed to switch shifts at work so I would be free to drive laura to visit her man..and perhaps join in on the fun, although holly was not let in on that tid bit, for all she knew I had a doctor's appointment.
Later that week we were chatting after work and she invited me back to their apartment, where I met paul again along with their puppy and their cat. They live in a small cluttered apartment in a neighboring town only about half a mile from where amy lives. The three of us, again, chatted the night away and somewhere around 3am decided that we needed a bite to eat so we headed to the diner, as it is open 24 hours, we ate and discussed just about everything there is to discuss and when the topic of valentine's day came up she had asked why I needed to switch shifts and so I told them. "I was driving laura to meet up with her man and another friend where there was an impending orgy, but unfortunately the other friend, meg, was made uncomfortable by my presence and so, very disappointedly, I had to leave and they had fun without me."
Upon hearing this paul's face lit up and he suggested we head back to their apartment. Wait, was I hearing this correctly? A married couple inviting me home for a threesome..how interesting.
Sadly, I had to turn them down seeing as I had a take-home exam due at 8am that I had yet to begin and by this point it was already 6am and I really needed to go finish the exam and go to class.
The three of us, all now prurient, went our separate ways, I to class and they to sleep, but there had been an understanding that perhaps sometime, something could happen.

Valentine's Day?

2005-02-16T02:30:00.000-05:00

I completely forgot monday was valentine's day and I hardly did anything, I attended class and then took laura to meet up with her man. He was in town to lecture at a local university and since her car was out of commission she needed a ride and so being the good friend I am I offered to drive her, so maybe I had ulterior motives having heard the stories of their encounters and perhaps wanting to join in on the fun myself.

It was my first time meeting him and I was unsure how I felt about their realationship as he is a quite bit older, though I am not one to judge and my mind was open.

When we met he was dressed professionally and looked very handsome. We hugged hello. He was relatively laid back, rather suave*, and very comfortable company. I found it hard to believe we had just met and that we were not the same age, I quite understood her attraction to him. We fell into conversation easily, he was quick witted and charming. He won me over almost immediately.

We met up with meg and drove to her apartment, she made us dinner, we ate and chatted for a bit. I then said my farewells and bowed out. They celebrated valentine's day into the wee hours of the morning. I was a bit jealous. Though, perhaps, envious is a better term. And perhaps we'll meet again.

*Definition: Smoothly agreeable and courteous.

Gladly Poor

2005-02-14T14:30:00.000-05:00

So, this past weekend was the party, friday night I worked and then drove up to stay with allan so I could already be there for saturday morning, as it was planned to leave early in the morning to go shopping with carlos. I arrived around 1:30am and was kept awake until around 4am at which time we went to sleep, he is one of the most uncomfortable people to sleep with, and so in a slightly irritable mood because I was exhausted getting, literally, No sleep, nothing happened. I woke up just about every half hour and finally couldn't take it any more and crawled out of bed around 7am to shower and leave to go shopping. I dressed and quietly gathered my things, I left him sleeping. I spent saturday shopping and ended up buying a pair of jeans for myself to wear to the party and I spent about $75 on the birthday girl. I returned to school to meet up with kim and maria who were also headed to the party and whom I would be spending saturday night with, assuming the party didn't last until the following day. We took turns showering and helping eachother primp, curling hair and applying makeup and such, then dressed and headed to the party. We met the birthday girl at her party, she looked amazing in a very short black halter dress and heels, we all hugged her set down our gifts and signed the guest book then made our way to the bar. Being a party thrown by a hispanic family, there was, of course, lots of food. We each made a plate and made ourselves comfortable at a table in the back corner of the restaurant by the dj. After eating we made our way to the dance floor and dragged the birthday girl and several cute guys onto the floor with us..we danced and drank well into the morning hours and after the party we chilled at a hotel for a bit, there was supposed to be a stripper but he got shy and the only thing he took off was his jacket, and so around 6am we left the hotel and made our way back to school to sleep. I don't remember my head even hitting the pillow before I was out cold. I woke up sometime in the afternoon, showered and gathered my things and took a friend to dinner then I made my trek home. Later sunday night I met a laura at the diner for tea after her shift, around midnight. We ordered some food and chatted until around 2am, at which time she went home. At some point before that holly, a girl I know from work arrived with her husband paul, both of which are very cute. I ended up chatting with them at the diner until 5:30am. We exchanged numbers and left. After another late night I passed out in my own comfy bed with no one to toss and turn or kick me. It was bliss. Overall it was a great weekend..just ask my poor bank account.

C'est La Vie

2005-02-03T04:30:00.000-05:00

Things are finally going right in my life. I have a job which I like and am good at, and the pay ain't too shabby. I am doing well in my classes. I have great friends whom I love. To use the cliché, I'm single and loving it. I've been hitting the gym more often and feel great, body image-wise and health-wise. This is the current chapter of my life.

My friends and family, however, seem to be living in another story entirely.
I received a call this afternoon from amy, she informed me that her step-father was hospitalized today with congestive heart failure and would need four or five bypasses and with all the blockages in his good leg, the one that wasn't amputated at the knee, it may need to be amputated as well. Their entire family is hysterical because his condition is not looking promising.

Paige calls me with news that her most recent ex, whom she was completely head-over-heals for, cheated on her and that the entire relationship was built on lies. At first she was furious, now she's crying, we've been on the phone for almost three hours. I am happy to comfort her, though I have an 8am class and an exam tomorrow.

My dad has been in and out of the hospital several times in the past few months because of some liver and spleen, aka: alcohol related, issues and yet he refuses to end the behavior that is causing the problems, sometimes I really think he just wants to die.

My uncle was recently diagnosed with lymphoma, a type of cancer, and has been undergoing treatment with no improvement.

My grandmother has been in and out of the hospital with various age-related health issues.

My parents continually complain about their financial issues, yet somehow I don't know that going out to dinner and buying junk food and dvds counts as an effort to save money.

Adam seems to think that his life is completely meaningless unless he has a girlfriend and he is sinking deeper and deeper into depression.

These are all horrible things and I wish I could fix all of them but, as horrible as it sounds, I just want to get away from it all and enjoy that things are going well for me right now, things rarely go my way and now that they are I can't even sit back to enjoy them. None of this drama with my friends and family is new, it's always been there and I've always been there for them. I set aside my own issues to help them deal with theirs, but right now I don't have any and I just wish I could enjoy that for a few minutes. Instead I spend hours at a time on the phone trying to convince everyone that they are wonderful people and things will get better one day soon, by then I'm sure I'll have my own demons to deal with once again. But, such is life..right?

So Much for Sleep

2005-02-01T18:30:00.001-05:00

A lot of good came of me bitching at the managers for only scheduling me one day last week because this week they have me working, not two or three mind you, but six days. The first two of which were nine hours each and the third was just shy of eight. Today was a day off and the next three days will be short four to five hour shifts. I have been, and am now, beyond exhausted but, concurrently, extremely content that I am making money, even if it is at the expense of a few hours of sleep. As if work weren't enough, this week also poses two exams.
On a happier note, jackie's birthday party is in just under two weeks and I now have a very cute top to wear to impress the date which I now have. The only thing left now is to buy a gift *bites nails*.

Waste of a Day

2005-01-26T18:30:00.000-05:00

An update on the waitressing thing:
The actual waiting on the tables portion of the job is great, it's nice to have a job where one of the main objectives is to chat with the customer. The technical aspect, writing the check and dealing with the cooks, that part isn't so hot. Not that I would really know seeing as I was only scheduled to work ONE day this week! I'm so very angry about that. So, in an effort to bring home some extra money I agreed to show up to work tuesday morning at 4:30am to unload the truck for two and a half hours at time and a half. I woke up at 3:30am and left my house at 4am in order to get there on time, I arrived at 4:25am. No one was there. The manager showed up around 4:45am and said the shipment would not be arriving due to the poor road conditions and sent me home. Classes had been cancelled on monday so when I got home around 5:30am I stayed awake to await the anouncement at 6am as to whether classes would be cancelled again. No anouncement meant that classes were as scheduled and I had an 8am class for which I would have to leave at 7:30am to arrive on time. With only an hour and a half there was no point to go back to sleep and so when I arrived at class the professor, who is usually early, was not there, a few students signed an attendance sheet and left I stayed just in case. I chatted with a few friends from the class until around 9:30am when a secretary showed up and said the professor had just called and would not be making it to class. I then left school very annoyed and went straight to the gym to take out my frustration, first work then class, grr to them all. After the gym I returned home to shower and eat lunch then left around 12:30 to arrive to my 1:00pm class on time, only to find a note on the door that the class would be cancelled. I returned home to vacuum and wash dishes and then I passed out for a few hours. What a waste of a day.

Snow!

2005-01-20T01:30:00.000-05:00

When I woke up this morning it was snowing! It was so beautiful and serene. Though an utter pain to drive in. I headed straight to the gym when I woke up and almost busted my ass on the not-yet-shoveled sidewalk on the way in, that was fun of course. Then braved the weather to head over to Delaware for a doc appointment..almost got into three accidents but somehow, luckily, escaped any actual damage. Then it was off to my first night of real work, I had one table, which seated three couples in three hours. It wasn't too bad I suppose. With tips it averaged out to be about $8/hr, I suppose that's not so bad. Hopefully it will pick-up some next week and I'll make some real money.
Yesterday was the first day of the spring semester and my classes were horribly boring and slow. I'm not sure I can get used to this community college thing, I'm sure that after this semester I'm going to have to transfer back simply because I can't stand being spoken to as if I were a five year old. In 2.5 hours I took less than a full page of notes which is ridiculous as compared to the four pages I took on the first day at my old school. I hope I learn something this semester, because so far I only know how to read a syllabus. Ugh! At least it'll bring up my GPA.
Sadly, nothing new to report on the romantic front. Vickie has returned to school, about two hours away, and so I shalln't be visiting her for a few weeks. Or at least until I get a decent amount of money so we can actually go somewhere or do something. I suppose, technically, I have an engagement in NY sometime in the coming months but for now that's just a 'maybe'. Perhaps I'll meet someone new at school. Speaking of school, I'm off to get some reading done.

Strep Throat

2005-01-16T02:30:00.000-05:00

This week has been a rather busy one, with my having worked monday through friday and so finally a day off, well three actually, and with perfect timing too. I went to bed last night with a horrid sore throat, the same that I have been complaing of and wishing away for the past week. Having been working out a lot more lately and eating healthily I figured it would go away on it's own and that it was just a cold with a sore throat. This morning I finally dragged myself to the doctor where I am informed that it is strep throat and that it will only go away with antibiotics, and so hopefully it will be better by tuesday which is the next work day. Work is going well and sometime in the next week I shall be off on my own waiting my own table and making my own tips and I can't wait. I'll be sure to update on the tips.

Yesterday, I worked an odd few hours in the middle of the day and was supposed to hang out with paige before she leaves to return to school for the spring semester, when I call after work to tell her I'll be stopping at the gym before I pick her up she informs me she has been called into work and won't be done until around ten. So we decide that I will pick her up from work and that we will rent another movie. I showed up a little early and we chatted a bit and I met and chatted with some of her coworkers while I waited for her shift to end. We left around ten and stopped at the video store. When we got to my house we grabbed drinks, put in the movie (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, we had both heard our friends raving about it and so decided to see what the fuss was all about) and made ourselves comfortable on my bed, which is a little odd now that I only have a twin bed insted of a full but we've slept in a twin bed together many times whenever we visted eachother at college and so we knew just how to fit comfortably, about twenty minutes into the movie she lays across my lap and makes herself comfortable, she then begins running her fingertips up and down my arms and plays with my hands, at this point I realize she's expecting a repeat of last week. I somehow avoid her flirtations through the duration of the movie unsure of what I wanted to do, and while she was falling asleep and playing with my hands I was actually interested in and watching the movie. After the movie the tv got turned off. At this point it was late and so things are a little fuzzy, but somehow we ended up laying on my bed chatting and she began playing with my fingers again, at this point I was sure of what was to come and not sure that I wanted to stop it. I gave fair warning and told her I did not want to give her whatever it was that this sore throat was because it was really quite painful, but she kissed me anyway. We kissed for long while, getting quite aquainted with eachothers lips and tongues, she has quite an affinity for my tongue ring and I truly enjoy her ever-so-soft lips. I was in a playful mood and kept pulling away, making her work for my kisses. She kept telling me I was being mean but knew she was enjoying it.

I covered her eyes and told her to keep them that way and I kissed and nibbled her neck and worked my way down her shoulder and arm to her finger tips, I took her fingers into my mouth and played with them on my tongue. I paused a moment, watching her body tense in anticipation as to what I would do now that she couldn't see, I grabbed the lotion and she tensed even more when she heard it open, not knowing what it was, I squeezed it into my hands to warm it and began to massage her feet and suck on her toes. I had remembered that at some point we had talked about it and she said that she had never had her toes sucked on and as I remembered I quite enjoyed it when it had been done to me and when she had kept showing me how cute her toes were as a result of her pedicure that day I thought it was the perfect opportunity. As I massaged her feet and played with her toes on my tongue she squirmed a little and when I pulled away, I was leaving her wanting more. At this point she was laying on her left side and so I rolled her over onto her stomach, straddled her legs and lifted her shirt to unhook her bra. I filled my hands with lotion and warmed it as I rubbed my hands together, once it was sufficiently warmed I began to rub it onto her back from her waist up to her shoulders as she writhed beneath me. I massaged until all the lotion had been worked in, about half an hour, rehooked her bra and replaced her shirt as I kissed her neck. She laid across my lap happy and relaxed and fell asleep..I played with her hair until I fell asleep, only to awaken a few minutes later to take her home. We chatted on the short drive to her house, she commented that the pedicure, though enjoyable, had nothing on my foot massage. We arrived at her house as nothing more than friends and said our "see you laters". I could only focus on one thought as I drove home on the empty roads at 4am, "I hope she doesn't catch this strep throat."

Waitressing

2005-01-12T12:30:00.000-05:00

So I have begun my new job as a waitress, though I have yet to actually wait on a customer, or "guest" as they call them. We had a seven hour orientation during which we filled out a zillion papers and read twice as many and listened to the coordinating manager tell stories about "moose" (not mousse mind you..but moose..the animals). The following day we learned the ticket menu, or rather abbreviations for checks, that took around seven hours as well. I have a new-found respect for all restaurant staff, there is an outrageous amount to learn..and that's just reading and writing the check, not including what we have yet to learn about setting up the plates and trays and memorizing the menus and learning what sides go with what entrees. Hopefully it will all just click when I get out on the floor and actually start serving. The other girls from my orientation class didn't seem to be grasping it all so well, but I guess we shall see how they do, I think I'll be just fine. Tomorrow begins my first of two days of shadowing, hopefully she will allow me help as well and not just watch, I learn better when it's hands on. Tomorrow will be the fourth day I've worked this week and I'm scheduled for friday as well..I suppose that means I have off saturday and sunday :) After friday I will be shadowed by a trainer at which time she will determine if I am ready to have my own table and if so..I'm off and serving by next week and will finally be getting some cash ;) cause we all know that's what it's all about. The way they are suddenly deciding to be strict about the dress code is very frustrating..we have to startch our clothes so they look freshly pressed and take out any visible piercings except one per earlobe..which means I have to take out the one in my cartilage which has never been without an earring and so hopefully it won't close, but the one I am really worried about is my tongue. They keep bitching about having to take out tongue rings, though no one has seen or heard mine yet and I haven't taken it out and don't intend to, I feel badly that I'm breaking a rule that they are trying so hard to enforce. I keep trying to get a retainer for it online but the site is being ridiculous and rejecting my credit card, so I suppose I'll have to wait until I get some cash and head over to a piercing place and pay the insane price they always want for their jewelry and buy one there next weekend. Ugh. Until then I suppose I'll just have to hope they don't see it, since it is now grounds for termination. Oh well..and with that, I'm off to the gym.

Party

2005-01-08T18:30:00.000-05:00

Today I learned that, jackie, one of my best friends from school will be having a party for her 21st birthday, and that I am, of course, invited. The party will be at her father's restaurant, which is currently closed, and so any and all preparations for an all out bash are already underway. So far the guestlist tallies 40 names and she is continually seeking to add more. Immediately after learning of this gettogether she made it quite clear that it, being a 21st birthday party, will have the cups overflowing with any and all types of liquor. I had assumed as much, but it seemed to excite her to talk about, finally being legal and whatnot. We chatted for a while and I mentioned my new outlook on trying new things and inquired as to how she would feel if I were to drink a bit much and end up kissing, or whatever else, one of her friends. She laughed and said that it was, of course, up to them. This is good news. She then allowed that a good (aka: hott) friend of hers is seeking a date to her party and that she had suggested myself and asked to give him my number. I of course said, "Sure, why not." I suppose I shall be expecting a call from him in the near future. On another note, I am quite excited that I have secured a job and that I will have worked about a month by the time her party rolls around and that I will have the means to buy something special (aka: expensive) for her birthday, she is not necessarily materialistic but she always enjoys a nice gift, and I love making people happy. Hopefully this party will be as near perfect as she deserves and hopefully she will meet someone or find a spark with someone she already knows seeing as she has had bad luck with men as of late. Physically, she is utterly adorable and she has a personality to match as well. I personally believe all the men she has dated or has been interested in just didn't realize what they had and ruined what could have been a wonderful relationship. I, being her roommate at college, was and am privy to more than most and have seen her at her best and worst but still know that she would be a great catch. Why is it that men just never seem to realize and appreciate what they have, when they have it? If you have any thoughts..please comment. In short: I am greatly looking forward to this party..now to hit the gym ;)

Horoscope

2005-01-08T02:30:00.000-05:00

I'm not one to put much faith in astrology but when my horoscope said this: "You're all about the New Year right now. It's a perfect time for throwing out emotional trash and making room for cool new ideas and experiences". I couldn't help but agree. This past week wasn't extremely exciting, but it was not without it's highlights. There isn't much to do right now with most people having already left to go back to school for the spring semester but I'm sure that my spring semester will hold lots of fun new things. I've continued my online conversations with the guy from the last post, and things have remained interesting..even if he does have schizophrenia, at least one of his personalities and I seem to have a lot in common and thus engaging conversations have ensued. I recently applied and was hired as a waitress at a restaurant in my town and shall be starting next week, more to come about that. I finally got to spend some time with paige,one of my best friends, for the first time in months yesterday. She and I had dinner with my family, then she and I rented a movie. Neither of us were in a mood for a comedy and so finally we agreed on a drama with an Angelina Jolie sex scene, hot. Both she and I are bi and at some point during the movie the topic came up as to why nothing had ever happened between us. We came to the conclusion that neither of us is typically the initiator, so after a discussion about whether it would affect our friendship or not, the final verdict that it would not and my personal thinking about new experiences in the new year, I finally made a move. I kissed her. She is a very playful kisser, moreso than anyone else I've kissed. While she may not be an initiator, once the go ahead is given she is an aggressor in her own right. We kissed and played and I wanted more, it was getting me hot, but alas she needed to go and so I took her home. Perhaps something else will happen there, I'll be sure to update.
I seem to be running out of friends that I haven't at least kissed. A long time friend,amy, keeps telling me how she finds me attractive and how she fantasizes about me, but I am not attracted to her in the least, nor am I interested in risking the slight friendship we do have, my friendships with the other two were on an altogether different level than this particular one. She is also currently having issues with her girlfriend and I do not want to be involved in any way, and of the two the latter poses an easy out, so I take it. I've been trying to lessen our time spent hanging out because the way she looks at me makes me uncomfortable, and perhaps I hope that seeing me less will cause less problems with her girlfriend and so if they are still together I am safe from worrying about how to break it to her gently.
In the past week I have gotten a job, had sex with one of my best friends, and made out with another. Perhaps it has been an exciting week afterall.

A New Year..A New Me

2005-01-03T18:30:00.000-05:00

Here is a little backgroud information:
I tend to be a very shy, reserved, and selfconscious person. Every year I resolve to change these quirks in my personality and become the open, confident, spontaneous person I've always wanted to be. This year, I thought, "No more excuses. I will change!"

The New Year:
Normally on New Year's Eve I would have probably have been out with a group of 'boring' friends, boring in the sense that the only thing they do for fun is talk. But this year my parents were out of town and so I invited a good friend, laura, and her younger sister over to hang out and perhaps have a few drinks. Well, not only were mass quantities of alcohol consumed but at some point, shortly after midnight, a male friend had gotten himself invited over for a threesome (to clarify: with laura and I, but Not her younger sister). This is largely out of character for me, but this was the start of a new year and a new me, and so I fervently welcomed this new experience. Upon reflection, I am more than glad that I did. That was the most fun I'd had in a long time and I loved the spontaneity of it all. This, I thought, was the type of thing I wanted my new year to be abundant with. Since that night I have been more open and confident and even started to chat with random people online. Normally I don't see it as worthwhile or real but I figured 'what's the worst that could happen', I would meet someone crazy and have a few laughs. How ironic. I did just that. I attempt to be open to the possiblity that some people out there aren't crazy or a pedophile or the like..I randomly message someone..to make a long story short he changed his mind about who he was and lied his ass off..he seemed like a pretty cool kid, whichever one he was at the moment. So, if nothing else, at least it was interesting conversation.