tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71886122012-02-16T14:57:43.126-08:00Married female free to exploreSemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.comBlogger9981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-4955189541580186252012-02-07T22:39:00.001-08:002012-02-07T22:39:09.587-08:00

Now I can use my phone to post. But will I?

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-18019673017537920292011-02-09T20:26:00.000-08:002011-02-09T20:26:24.629-08:00

As predatory as it may be, I think looking for a sex partner at a sex addicts support group might be really easy.  Of course, I tend to think the sort of person who would attend one of those meetings probably has a lot of OTHER things going on... so maybe I'm wrong there.  But there's only one way to find out for sure, right?

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-40612555232489073742011-02-09T00:01:00.000-08:002011-02-09T00:01:42.728-08:00

Who doesn't love the idea of a threesome?  (That is a rhetorical question, for sure). Above is a screen capture of one of the things I'd love to experience.  Except, you know, I want me two men... not two women.  But I'll take what I can get.  Maybe.  And I'm not sure that's the best position to experience the delight of a tongue on my clit and a cock in my pussy.  But I'm willing to try! Of

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-22882343845773343882011-02-01T21:08:00.002-08:002011-02-01T21:08:29.870-08:00

I'm going through one of those phases.  Where I want it allllll the time.  Dammit.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-69555007819761034392011-01-31T21:36:00.000-08:002011-01-31T21:36:31.190-08:00

So I'm watching a movie about an English girl.  One of the plot points is about her losing her virginity at 17.  The man she chooses brings a banana to bed and manages to ruin the moment. It made me laugh.  I lost my virginity to an empty bottle of Martinelli's cider.  I'm sure, as a company, they'd be very proud. Anyway, I'm glad I took care of THAT piece of business by myself, because damn it

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-2559208364410644312010-08-06T20:54:00.000-07:002010-08-06T20:54:23.129-07:00

Tonight is the last night I'll be spending at my friend's house.  I got a little melancholy last night.  But just a bit. Keith sent me a lovely instant message.  Wonderfully, tragically romantic.  Don't ever let him tell you he can't write.  Or that he's not a romantic.  He's both. I got to thinking about my desire to have a local stud to whose services I could call on as needed.  What a

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-4555598265869877202010-07-28T22:29:00.000-07:002010-07-28T22:29:59.822-07:00

A photo from our recent trip to the lake. I'm still looking for great things to do.  In a sense, my life will be on hold for a week while I stay at a friend's place, watching their cats and home.  I've never actually done this sort of thing before, and it'll be weird to be a few mere miles from home but not actually AT home. You'd think this would be a great opportunity to hook up.  But I

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-22349730012676932272010-07-25T22:49:00.000-07:002010-07-25T22:49:12.309-07:00

God I hate that song. So my life has been changing a lot again.  They say you change a lot in your 20's and in your 30's you finally settle in.  Apparently I'm about 10 years behind my peers in this.... I spent the day doing a photography workshop.  It was a gift from a friend.  I haven't gone to a "class" in years and certainly nothing like this.  I left the house feeling great anxiety but

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-2628677347435295832010-07-13T21:15:00.000-07:002010-07-13T21:15:50.570-07:00

As it turns out, this is my 1,002 post.  I'd have thought I'd write more. So you want to know if I'm going to be posting more?  The answer is... well... unlikely.  I still don't have anything but fantasy to talk about.  Fantasy and masturbation.  Which in a sense is fine... but (in my opinion) is best for filling in missing action... you know... like in real life.  But not as a main meal, even

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-27212391986474414362010-07-12T23:38:00.001-07:002010-07-12T23:39:25.761-07:00

They've updated the blogger templates.  I like it!  A lot!  Much more personalizable without having to know cascading something or other and html.  Great for folks like me who probably have no business writing, anyway. There isn't too much going on.  I think that's the theme of my blog for the last several years.  Hello, how may I bore you today? I spend a lot of my time reading, now.  Mostly

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-5760064425035515002010-05-30T03:15:00.002-07:002010-05-31T00:05:23.614-07:00

Being on the pill.  Boy.  It sure does its job.  I'm really not in any danger of getting pregnant when I never really want sex.  Good times.  Except, of course, when I go off it for the week.  And then I'm starving.  I start casting my eyes toward craigslist and fantasizing about Keith.  I had a sex dream about Martin, which was unexpected.  He was a fairly important part of my life just those

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-9351170719118122592009-11-30T06:34:00.000-08:002009-11-30T06:34:00.419-08:00

I was supposed to go back for more testing, but my doctor cancelled it.  My dreams of seeing my beloved nurse-man are over.  I'm sure he doesn't work "regular" hours, so I undoubtedly couldn't count on seeing him this time, anyway.  But I'd hoped. When I got the call cancelling my 2nd appointment my heart was heavy in my chest.  I'd already had a bad day and knowing I'd lost the chance to see my

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-13361039165469302602009-11-27T09:48:00.002-08:002009-11-27T09:48:00.460-08:00

I spent the night at the hospital last night.  No surprise, it was a planned thing.  Nothing to worry about, more preventative medicine than anything.  As with every other time in my life I have visited a hospital, I had a terrible night's sleep.  If it's not someone wandering in to take a temperature or check a vital then it's someone coming in to check a wire or prod at a sore spot.  Good times

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-85327228397757853812009-11-15T23:59:00.000-08:002009-11-15T23:59:52.098-08:00

So I'm sitting there, masturbating to some nice porn.  A guy going down on this (very porn-looking) chick.  And I'm thinking "Oh, here we go again.  Rush through the oral sex so she can get to you" and then I did what I often do, which is skip ahead to see if I'm right... and... I was wrong.  He was down there a long time.  Granted it was still very fake porn head... but I'll try to settle.  Skip

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-67773171130849828992009-09-28T00:18:00.000-07:002009-09-28T00:18:56.531-07:00

So I'm on a birth control pill now.  Not really to prevent pregnancy but... you know, I'll use it for that, too. I read somewhere (where?!?)  recently that someone thinks of taking their birth control pill as a daily reminder that they're NOT having sex.  A shame, really.  I'm thinking of it as a reminder that I CAN.  Score!

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-62601141450139508902009-09-23T21:28:00.001-07:002009-09-23T21:29:16.222-07:00

"...They had to go to foster care for a couple of days, how'd the little ones handle that...?""They were frightened to death. I mean... it was horrible because the kids were scared, frightened, didn't know where they were going.  Mommy and daddy didn't know where they were going and it was gut wrenching.  It really was."  I transcribed that (minus the identifying or unnecessary portions of the

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-86814450538396689932009-09-14T00:59:00.000-07:002009-09-14T00:59:12.725-07:00

I'm reading this fantasy novel and there was a (very tame) sex scene in it.  Which was unexpected and exceptionally well written.  I found myself trying to snuggle with Husband.  He was in a bad mood.  Fuck, his timing is awful. Meanwhile, it's that time of the month (although in my case, you know I mean YEAR) and I'm going through all the normal PMS-y, horny things I go through this time of the

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-18076212866121865672009-09-04T22:05:00.000-07:002009-09-04T22:05:29.401-07:00

I was browsing, thinking I could use a few new casual wear shirts.  In my search, I came across the shirt included here. At which point I seriously thought to myself "I'd NEVER wear that."  Not because it's ugly, a bad design, or even not my style.  No no.  It's because it'd be likely that a person wearing this shirt to be eaten by zombies.  It's comic relief and I don't want to be the comic

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-58128345065201018772009-09-01T14:08:00.000-07:002009-09-01T14:08:34.985-07:00

It's raining out.  Gmail is down.  Warcraft servers are down.  I've already worked 11 hours this week (when I would normally have worked none yet).  Dammit!  What a crappy "weekend" this has been for me.  Really this post was a test to see if blogger is down, too.  Because I would have found it funny. I don't really mind the rain.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-14920567628759402832009-08-26T08:48:00.000-07:002009-08-26T08:48:00.345-07:00

I tried posting the other day and blogger said "I'm broken." That was that.So, let's see. I have a sick cat. The vet is currently at almost as much as a loss as I am as to what the hell is going on. It's all urinary but isn't making much sense via ultrasound, urinalysis, culture, etc. Switching to a urinary diet isn't ideal since she's got food allergies. One way or the other she's kind of

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-34911282294366645672009-08-18T23:49:00.002-07:002009-08-18T23:52:34.221-07:00

I mean, not to be gross or anything but I'm going to need an explanation of how someone can "lose" something inside their vagina. I bring this up because I happened across a post about someone "losing a tampon" in their vagina. This is not the first time I've heard of such things. As a teenager this used to freak me out. As an adult, I remain mystified. I mean, my vagina isn't some gaping

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-65592955592131445162009-08-12T22:19:00.003-07:002009-08-12T22:28:05.349-07:00

I'm so busy with my life (and with doing things I enjoy) that I don't even have time to post. Which I guess means I don't enjoy it as much as I once did.That's a shame. I've been a life-long journaler and here I am... not journaling. WTF?I'm not sure what's going on with my lately, maybe it's the fact that I'm living under thinly veneered sense of terror. Maybe it's something else, but boy

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-11076712962677620252009-08-01T23:33:00.000-07:002009-08-01T23:33:01.178-07:00

Growing up there were a lot of weird things that happened in my house. A lot of them. Things that I never realized were weird, and in fact have slowly been finding out are weird. It's one of the many, many reasons I don't want children. What if I discover that something I think is perfectly normal to do to or with your children is really something super fucked up that never occurred to me as

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-73706758028738892902009-07-30T10:48:00.000-07:002009-07-30T10:48:00.461-07:00

Sweat sweat sweat. The North West in the middle of a ridiculous heatwave. Thank god for fans and portable A/C. It's too bad it's not central air. God, I miss the East Coast where all the reasonable people have central air. I mentioned this to my husband and he responded "you just miss all the military boys." Yeah. That, too.I wandered through the kitchen and god... everything needs to be

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-28480091244313273212009-07-29T00:59:00.000-07:002009-07-29T00:59:00.520-07:00

You'd think it'd be the holidays leading me to a very, very busy social calendar. Somehow, I've ended up with four big events on four consecutive weekends. Lots of people, dressing up... etc etc. I've bought a bunch of new eyeshadow to play with. Among them were the Cover Girl exact eyelights eye shadows. I bought them in both brown and hazel colors and did one eye in each color. Other than

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-64106113653097363612009-07-25T06:21:00.000-07:002009-07-26T01:23:31.681-07:00

I suppose I should have been more clear about the changes around here. Except you'll probably never notice them. And that's really the idea.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-47048857923938858602009-07-24T22:26:00.000-07:002009-07-24T22:26:00.831-07:00

I just had my birthday, today. It ended up being the sort of day that... really felt like any other day. Some small part of me wanted to be excited about it. But it just wasn't. I woke up to cake. I went to bed to... nothing. Nothing at all. Of course I got up to write.But in the middle, I did find myself a little depressed and yet found myself counting my blessings. I'm very lucky to

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-59187390831582441122009-07-22T06:16:00.001-07:002009-07-22T06:16:00.444-07:00

The problem with trying to become a more well rounded blog when I've been running one which has been so much more specific and therefore doesn't give away much in the way of identifying information is exactly that. I have to relate certain things that while still being pretty damned general... well... they're still potentially identifiable.Which isn't to say anyone who knows me would ever bother

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-24631962200148298042009-07-13T06:36:00.003-07:002009-07-13T06:45:56.707-07:00

I've been fostering this dog and his last day with me is coming up. Soon he'll be with his new family and I will be back to my regular allotment of dogs. I'm going to miss him. He's my first foster I didn't actually adopt. I did pick his new owner though, and I think they'll be great together. There's also a very important business meeting, part of which I'm really not looking forward to.So

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-87560923293213302752009-07-05T01:16:00.002-07:002009-07-05T01:29:37.060-07:00

I've long thought about getting a tattoo. Not to worry, I'll keep thinking about it. I'm not even remotely ready to get anything. But I think it's clear that I'll some day get one. Something small that means something to me. It'll be that private secret I always love to have....Anyway, I'm thinking it'll end up being some kind of script. Words mean so much to me....The reason I'm still up?

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-73778774910667065922009-07-02T21:52:00.003-07:002009-07-02T22:33:45.842-07:00

I'm a damned fool. That's all I have to say about that.I took out the piercings in order to physically heal, reduce the pain and annoyance when the dogs would walk next to me on the bed and inevitable and invariably step on my damned nipples. It's amazing how, without the piercings, they never do that anymore. I miss them, some. But they haven't been an important part of my life in quite a

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-58423944915556500882009-06-29T01:51:00.002-07:002009-06-29T02:14:45.886-07:00

I figured I might as well change the ol' title since I figure I might be somewhat less sexual. Maybe I'll go back, eventually.For some reason I've been having a bunch of erotic dreams the last few days. Last night's involved a mixture of Zul'farrak, The Mummy, and some ghost show. I had sex with a ghostly mummy in the dream. Or an illusion of one. It made plenty of sense at the time. The

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-6757165912181383222009-06-07T23:08:00.002-07:002009-06-07T23:12:37.702-07:00

I finally took out my nipple piercings today.  Just minutes ago.  And gone they shall stay.  At least for now.  Probably forever.  I miss them, already, just a little.  Without them, my nipples are so much less sensitive.  But my right nipple, the entire time I've had it, has never really healed.  Every time I'd take out the piercing to clean it, it'd bleed a little.  The left one never had that

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-67133535073374851672009-06-02T09:47:00.002-07:002009-06-02T09:55:13.050-07:00

One of the hot young men I know on Facebook became a fan of "I like kissing."  Which is fine.  Except for the part where I immediately started to visualize him and his hot boyfriend making out.  And then I thought "How could he DO this to me?"  I spent a lot of time working at NOT sexualizing him.  Mostly because he's a gay man and I'm not.  Ahem.So last night I ended up having a weird, long

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-68518162217951920712009-05-18T12:47:00.003-07:002009-05-18T17:07:10.603-07:00

I have a dog under the desk, hiding.  Because I cursed.  What better place to hide from my wrath then against my legs?  Why did I curse?  Because I calculated how much longer we'll owe money on the car at the minimum payment rate and realised it's 2 more years.  Even though I make it a point to put a little extra now and again, 2 more years is a long time!  It seemed like so much less when I just

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-52933871937341448692009-04-27T23:57:00.002-07:002009-04-28T00:23:46.654-07:00

I'm very sad at how many of my reads have disappeared.  Closed up shop and moved on.  I'm barely better.  It seems most of us can only keep it up a few years (or a year) and then... suddenly... we're fucked out.  Yeah.  I said it.I'm no better.  Somehow I went from hyper-sexual to asexual.  Mostly due to circumstance.  But not always.  Lots of laziness.I am writing again.  Not here, much, I'm

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-242885215437823752009-04-27T00:43:00.002-07:002009-04-27T01:00:32.095-07:00

We went to the store the other day and visited the cheese counter.  As we were standing around gazing hungrily at the bounty before us, debating whether we needed to try some new cheese, the cheese man approached.  I know the guy who works in the produce department is called the producer... wtf do you call the guy who works in the cheese section?  The cheeser?  He took a look at what we were

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-74136924232962933612009-02-26T21:20:00.001-08:002009-02-26T21:20:45.271-08:00

Find out where I've journeyedon the Map of Human Sexuality!Or get your own here!

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-40918205521624201062009-02-24T23:31:00.003-08:002009-02-24T23:49:56.728-08:00

Things are going here. Going as usual, really. We've almost been together 10 years, the old man and I. What a strange, strange thing to consider....Husband has misplaced his most recent girlfriend. Well, she misplaced herself. The problem with women (...men, too) is that they don't really know what they want. The last woman made it very clear that she wasn't looking for a relationship.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-64356611307489898762008-12-29T22:52:00.002-08:002008-12-29T22:59:13.704-08:00

Husband seems to have found himself a pretty permanent girlfriend. She seems nice enough, though I've never met her. I'm pretty sure it should stay that way as I tend to be bitter and sarcastic toward my competition... even when we're not actually IN competition for anything.My warcraft account was hijacked and has since been banned. My repeated emails to those in charge have been summarily

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-79858486404355709642008-12-23T09:11:00.003-08:002008-12-23T09:23:31.291-08:00

I was reading some old blog entries.. and you know... it makes me misty. I miss those days. I miss the sexy, young men whom I used to engage in various forms of intercourse with. I miss that wildly social, wildly sexual life I lead for a while there. I like* being a slut. I like wandering into work knowing that I got thoroughly fucked by some guy last night, someone who isn't my husband.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-26875478621955034432008-12-16T08:36:00.002-08:002008-12-16T08:43:36.631-08:00

So husband has gotten pretty steady with his current girlfriend. He swears it's really a friends with benefits thing and nothing more. "We're pals" he tells me, "who have sex." Been there, done that. But at the same time, I think there's still a certain relationship that forms. A special sort of bond. And I can't help but be a little jealous of that. On the other hand, I don't know this

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-85082007972548476622008-12-09T22:48:00.003-08:002008-12-09T22:51:59.843-08:00

So I've long had something of a crush on... well... a couple of different porn actors. Anyway, I was watching one of my favorites getting a BJ from some chick... and I found myself thinking "goddammit, if I wanted to watch him get a blow job, I'd GIVE him a blow job." And that pretty much sums up my feelings on that.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-8138104937399753062008-11-25T09:40:00.002-08:002008-11-25T09:49:21.249-08:00

I'm sure I've written about this before. I'm also sure I have no new thoughts on the matter. But I guess the same "issues" run through my head now as years ago. Unresolved as ever. I was reading about the difference between the number of partners a man had versus a woman and what that difference means to the two people in that relationship.And once again I find myself vaguely at a loss to

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So Husband is the one with all the stories these days. I just sit back and listen. He had a hot date last night, with someone I think he's only talked to a few times. He dressed up just a little bit (in one of the nice shirts I picked out for him about a year ago) and we agreed he'd call me when he figured out what his plans were for the evening. He brought a toothbrush. He did call... and he

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Husband's last "girlfriend" dropped him so she could become exclusive with some other guy. This whole situation reminded me just vaguely of "the ex" and I swear to god if she starts sniffing around him again I'm going to have to warn Husband off. Of course, he probably won't listen... I wouldn't.Right now he's chatting up some other MUCH more local woman. I'm actually all for that. I really,

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Violet Blue used to read porn on her podcast. I thought that was really hot. She's got a great voice and chose some stories I found really great to masturbate to. She's stopped podcasting as much as she did and I find myself at a bit of a loss as to a good replacement. Maybe I'm using the internet wrong. But, I've been considering searching those great free-porn sites for stories that

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I was recently visiting one of my favorite free porn sites (yeah, I'm cheap) which gives me snippets of movies two of which are generally long enough to get me off and send me on my way to the rest of the less sexy internet (or WoW, as the case my be). During my visit I found myself gazing thoughtfully at one of the porn males. Many (read: most) male porn stars are barely tolerable to me. One

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So there's this guy who's come into my work a few times. Older than me by at least a few years... perhaps not conventionally handsome. But he's got a kind face and a quick smile; one of those smiles that transforms his features from average to something much more.I was having a pretty bitchy, crappy morning and he came in. And talked to me a little. And I got just a little bit more of a crush on

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So since I last wrote husband has been to see his girlfriend a few more times. Things are still kind of weird but I don't find it infecting our daily life too much. It's funny, though, listening to him sounding a heck of a lot like I used to when I was seeing my lovers. "I'll stop if you want me to... nothing's worth upsetting you" etc etc etc.We really haven't had sex since he got himself a

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Husband's and my sex life has been confusing at best. While he was out of the country we agreed to let things be non-exclusive so our needs could be met. I took FULL advantage (even being called a slut in a NOT very nice way by a coworker whom I'd shared many details with). Husband was less devoted to the idea and merely made out with some chick. He would have taken it further had she not had

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Ah, how I love warcraft. Ahem.Last night husband and I had a wonderful wonderful romp in the sack. It was great. Once again I gave myself a stellar orgasm. Husband lay under me, looking impressed and amazed. "That was fast. I'm jealous." he told me. He should be. It's funny that I cum faster than he does. It's exceptionally gratifying, too, to actually be in a place where I can

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So last night before going to bed, husband started getting a little frisky. I think he was offering to go down. Alas, it's barely been a day and a half since my period ended and well... things weren't feeling so fresh. I declined (as usual for me, really). So husband began massaging my pussy through my pants. It was really, really nice. He was perfectly rough and utterly irresistible. I lay

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Last night, maybe 26 hours ago by the clock I got laid. Finally. Oh my god. Husband and I finally managed to get ourselves together and we had sex. It wasn't good sex. But it was nice sex. If only because it'd been so long. He fucked me for a while and I finally decided to get myself off. I think it took less than a minute. He was amazed. I told him I'd been practicing.His own orgasm

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You know the best feeling in the world? New batteries in my rabbit. Awesome.

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For whatever reason, things have been going swimmingly, lately. I live in my own room, now. My husband has the king beg to himself (well, himself and the dogs) and I have my little twin all to myself in the next room (with adjoining doors). I sleep better than ever, I'm happy to say.The side note on this is that if we want to spend time together, we have to make time. Every evening we find

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Ha ha, I'm a fool.Anyway, as it turns out I put my comments on "moderate" and then forgot about them. For apparently about the last 5 months. Oops.Yes, the mail finally came. Yes, the rabbit vibrator is everything I've heard. Although I'm still often frustrated by my inability to come at the flip of a switch. It takes longer than that. Dammit.I've been idly perusing craigslist's casual

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No doubt I'm a deep down slut. I never take advantage of my freedom to explore that anymore. However, I still find myself aching for that singular pleasure of a new man's fingers on my skin, the sensation of a new mouth and tongue, and discovering the pleasures of his hard cock. I love the electricity of a new lover.The reason I bring this up is that I was watching one of those reality shows

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I've stopped bothering to keep track of how long it's been since I haven't had sex. I miss my libido but I've pretty much just let it go for now. It matters not at all. Well. Not much. I still masturbate, but as a way of release and relaxation rather than for true enjoyment and pleasure.The other day, Husband was kissing on me and I rolled over. I would have actually gone along with it it, had it

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I've found myself sighing whistfully about the sybian. I loaded up some videos of it in action and found myself getting incredibly wet.It's been a long time since I've gotten really wet without even having to touch myself a little. And really, if I'm honest my wetness had nothing to do with the sybian and everything to do with female orgasm.There's something so fucking hot about watching another

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I've sent off for a new toy. Well, actually a pair of new toys. Well, really, two versions of the same thing.I will soon be the possessor of my very own "rabbit" vibrator.Unfortunately, when I say "soon" I'm pretty sure I don't even mean THIS WEEK. But, you know, eventually. Especially with new years day falling in the middle of all this. *sigh* I'm hopeful the wait will be well worth the

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I spent much of the Christmas holiday with family. At one point we spent some time with my husband's family. At which point my entirely way too fucking hot relative by marriage insisted on calling me, repeatedly, by my relation name to himself. "Hey, cuz," he would say, pointedly, even as I envisioned ripping his clothes off his body and making him my love slave.He is not my cousin. He is not

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While all of my roomies were gone, I raided my gay roomie's porn cabinet for some amusement. He gave me permission to borrow, though I wasn't sure that he meant it. Still, he said it and I left only fingerprints so I don't feel too badly about it. In fact, given the stunning quality of the movie, I must say I feel pretty good about the whole thing.As it turns out, men in gay porn are hot. My

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Yesterday I spent a very large chunk of my day with a very charismatic gay man. Reasonably attractive, he has the confidence of a much better looking man... but none of the ego.And it was irresistible.I'm a horny girl, I'll give you that. Horny and unfucked for a very, very long time. So I'm particularly susceptible to seduction.I got up early this morning and masturbated, having a very fast,

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So the other day my coworker got something on his pants. Which required him to spend a while wiping at his crotch. And left me with a valid reason to stare at his crotch and giggle. Except I just kept thinking "it's just so... big...." Staring at his cock through his pants I imagined it looks just like that of "the ex." The same curve and broadness. So obvious. I'm so jealous he's wasting

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It's funny how taking a long while off from posting makes coming up with titles for posts much easier. Even if they don't always make sense.Anyway. I looked in the mirror, after reading a recent comment, and realised I very much live in the past. Not ALL the time. But enough of it. Isn't that the human condition?

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I swear Keith comes around just long enough to make me... well... long for him. And then he goes away again. Which is all internet contact. God knows why we've never traded phone numbers once he moved back to the states. My cell number might actually even be local for him since when I got it they gave me a strange Maryland phone number and he's in that general vicinity.Then again, god, what

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Sometimes I think about hitting him. Hard. With his own belt, since I never wear one. I want to watch the clench of his mucles and the way his body arches away, or even toward the strap.

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Three songs:The Weekend-- Steve WarinerWhen Will I Let Go-- Steve WarinerStrange Love-- Depeche Mode

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So I told my gay housemate that if he found a nice bisexual guy I'd be very willing to share him. He laughed. I was kind of serious. But then decided that might be annoying.I'm pretty sure my gay housemate would be willing to sleep with my husband if husband were into it. Unfortunately, my husband refuses to admit any interest. I guess that's okay because he'd probably discover that he's

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I hit 86. The sad thing is, I own several of the movies on here, but still haven't bothered to watch them. But really, despite what it says, I think a better indication of whether you have a life or not is if you take the time to #1 read this, and even more importantly... #2 do it yourself.SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 89 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 266

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I love spending time with my husband. We've spent a lot (a LOT) of time together of late. However, with him finding his new job (though it is temporary) he's been out of the house a lot more. I get three days off each week, and as things stand, I share only one with him. The other two seem oddly lonely.On the other hand, I'm very thrilled to be able to spend as much time as I want

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The other day I stuck a condom on husband's penis and climbed on for a few minutes until he said I was pressing on his bladder and he really had to pee. I let him go and that was the end of that, although once he came back he wanted to keep going. I was no longer terribly interested as I hadn't been all that interested in the first place and was entirely offended by his leaving. Afterall, it

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I found myself oddly attracted to a place one of my fellow bloggers hang out. And then I thought about the (small but possible) chance of running into said blogger and (god forbid) recognizing this person. And then I thought perhaps it would be best if I perhaps made a choice NOT to visit that establishment until I can guarantee I'm mature enough not to act like a star struck loser. Props to

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I think it may have been a year since the last time I had sex. With anyone. While in some ways that seems like a very, very long time... in others it feels like time has barely passed. It's so weird.Meanwhile, my masturbatory fun has not decreased. I finally couldn't deal with not even getting to masturbate since my husband is ALWAYS HOME and we're pretty much confined to one small room when

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So I figure I need to explain myself a little better. I think the assumption is that I'm afraid no one will want me anymore when I turn 30. Or now. Or something. Look, I'm not thrilled by the idea of turning 30 but I have another 11 months to cope. By the end of that time, I will hopefully find the whole thing very empowering... yada yada yada.The thing with the age, though, is more about me

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So I was looking through some personal ads. Looking for hot, meaningless sex. Meaninglessly. I'm not sure I mean it.Turns out, there are a lot of guys looking for sex. Who knew? But what surprises me the most is that I'm suddenly noticing the age limits imposed by those horny boys. "I like older women. Please don't be over 30." As I near that milestone age I'm suddenly struck by the

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that I mostly just annoy Martin at this point. And I actually totally get that. He's a pretty proactive kind of guy and it's obvious he finds my situation frustrating. Namely, he thinks I'm a total fool to still be with Husband, knowing husband doesn't fuck me. The thing is, much as I often get frustrated by the lack of sex, I'm also totally okay with it. Afterall, I never have to have sex

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I have this terrible, terrible problem that the name I deleted off this blog is still related to it, thanks to Google. Gah. I will not be terribly surprised if Martin happens across this and goes "hmmm...." I don't think it'd take much to put two and two together. Hopefully he's either got the sense to realise this isn't really "reality" in the long term sense... (think the following quote I

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A while ago Keith informed me he'd be in my city and to please get back to him. And then... nothing. I waited to hear from him again but there was no further communication. He barely tried to get in touch with me. It was all very weird. I finally got to "talk" to him again today and as it turns out he's decided not to come visit my city. In fact, he would have come just to see me. At

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So, to quickly update, Husband managed to make up for his birthday faux pas and we're golden. While he's never been very birthday attentive, this was an inexplicably bad choice on his part. Way to make me feel like he thinks I don't matter at all. However, like I said, he did make up for it very nicely and all is forgiven. So long as it doesn't happen again.Meanwhile, we spent some time with

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The other day was my birthday.A woman came into work and offered me a kiss. I declined, embarrassed and forgot about the whole thing. A while later one of my male coworkers came up to me and said "I hear you got offered a kiss." "How the hell did you hear about that??!" I asked. He never responded, but I'm pretty sure I know who it was via process of elimination. Later in the day with a

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I'm so god damned tired it verges on the ridiculous. I was at work 12 hours today. With a 1/2 hour lunch. And that, my friend, is ALL. And yet somehow I managed to be chipper at the end of the day with nary a frown in sight. The fact that the last 20 minutes or so of my day was spent throwing a ball up and down the hall for a super cute lab might have had something to do with my happiness.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-52481729156767313962007-07-16T18:31:00.001-07:002007-07-16T18:43:29.520-07:00

It's that time of the month again. (Well, given the way my body works... that time of the year, but I digress). This is the first time I've started using the Diva Cup. First off, I love it, very very much. But I've yet to actually take it into public. At least at home, it's been great.So, I was chatting up husband when I was stopped short by the TV. The guy said something about "so you're

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I've been exceptionally sick the last few days. Almost a whole week, actually. I missed two whole days of work which made me cringe since I work such long days and don't get sick leave. But I was seriously too ill to be there. It was bad. I'm finally just starting to recover from the 3 day 10# weight loss and subsequent weakness, dizziness, and general inability to do much. I suddenly understand

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He told me once the reason he spends so much time in the gym is because he's sexually frustrated. He works it off, there. Goes home too tired to worry about the attention he's not getting, the attention he's not giving and he's okay.Me? Not so much. I've tried that. Stretching, bending, lifting, moving until my body feels like jelly. And as I leave the gym, feeling the warm fatigue in my

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So at some point I'm going to have to change my blog's name to "masturbation blog" or something since I'm just not getting anything else anywhere at all. Gah.There is a terribly cute guy who comes into my work roughly once a week. He's provides my company a service. A particularly... shall we say... grim service. However, he doesn't wear a uniform and generally has a cell phone glued to his

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I ache for you.I miss the feel of your lips, your tongue. I ache for the feel of your hands on my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I crave the way your cock filled me leaving me gasping, filling my need making me want more, unable to hold more. I lust after the passion I felt with you. The way our bodies moved together, perfect rhythm.I ache for you.

SemSomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10712104534377649789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188612.post-54956364955911082202007-06-10T08:57:00.000-07:002007-06-10T09:16:51.307-07:00

I hate quickies. I hate rushed orgasms.Typical woman, right?For the last month or two Husband has been at home at all the same times I have been at home. And while his masturbation has been something I've long been willing to share with him, mine I tend to keep more private. When I'm alone it's generally just easier for me to get off. I can watch whatever gets me off on the computer... or

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One of the things that makes me feel very lucky is the fact that several of my former lovers have chosen to remain a part of my life, at least in a small sense, even after the sexual play has stopped. While there are a few I'd love to get naked with, I'm thrilled that I'm apparently the sort of person who can keep ex lovers as friends and acquantences without the awkwardness that seems so common

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One of the things I've most enjoyed in my dealings with various men is flirting. At my current job I don't get to flirt much. I tend to do better with men I see on a regular basis and kind of get to know. I don't get much of that where I work. Lots of lesbians... but that's just not my style.So, I miss it terribly. I read about Pluff Mud and his flirtation with Taylor (see the last half of

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I heard from Martin for the second (third?) time this week. He's apparently in a town much closer to me than usual. He's been telling me how horny he is. I've been telling him how very much I understand his problems. There's something about being in a hotel room in a strange town that gets me hot and wet and wanting. And generally leaves me frustrated night after night. That's what Martin's

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for many people to close down their blogs. And for me to delete them from my blog roll. I hate doing it, but once they're gone there isn't much point in going back again and again hoping. It seems like no one who stops writing really gets back into the writing thing when they say they will.Obviously, my own sex blog has taken a drastic swing toward the mundane and boring. Outlived it's

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B said...Always fun being out of work. I'm hoping he finds a job tofocus all of his energies on soon.Sounds like Keith interests you but you'd likesomething better. Would you consider someone else?Best of luck.... I hope he finds a job soon, too. I'm not holding my breath quite yet.I'm not really sure there's someone out there better than Keith. I mean, in some ways my husband is better, in some

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So I'm one of those people who's never really been terribly regular when it comes to my period. It's not uncommon for several months to pass without me bleeding at all. This suits me just fine. I don't generally suffer much more for having missed several months in a row, so really I only benefit from it.However, when I get regular sex I tend to become regular again. It's god's way of laughing

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I'm tired, I feel vaguely sick (because I'm tired?) but overall, I'm doing great. For the most part. Who knows. I'm too tired to remember.I've started hearing from Keith again. I wouldn't call it regularly, but it's close enough for government work. I mean, I rather had a hint that he was back what with his earlier comment on my blog... but I dared not hope. He never does call himself Keith

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I just got the scare of my life. Well, maybe not my whole life. I live in the scary part of town... and a place that has bad drainage. The backyard is made of rocks. Walking on those rocks is very loud. I've always thought of it as a sort of low tech security system. I have the backdoor open because the laundry is making it very hot in here. I hear foot steps along the back. The dogs freak the

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Life is still busy. I'm still tired all the time. But for the most part it's in a good way. And I think habit and a bit more exercise should cure me of the constant tiredness. Mentally, at least I feel pretty fucking awesome. I like my job and I really do get plenty of time off... I'm just still busy on those days, right now.The sex life is still pretty dead. I was thinking last night that

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Well, as it turns out my work has me very, very tired. I work several very long days and get three (and a half) days off. It makes for a very, very tired girl since I can't seem to actually fall asleep. I think I'm still too excited about this job.So, looking back, our anniversary went well. No sex. But we had fun.God, I'm tired.

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Yesterday (or was it the day before?) Husband and I were hanging out. I watched a few minutes of Dr. Phil when he had some woman on who said she'd rather eat chocolate than have sex. Husband opened his mouth to comment but before he could get a word out I said "she must be having sex with you." HA! I laughed my ass off and he got really mad. I told him I was only kidding and that he had to

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