Silhouette

31 07 2008

I’ve always loved the look and feel of old photographs.

Something about grainy pictures in muted yellows and browns just makes them seem classier, prettier, more alluring. I could spend hours going through photos of people I’ve never seen or met, mesmerized by the aged paper and faded colors.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone!





Sugasm 142!

30 07 2008
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #143? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Interludes – part 3
“He winds the rope around his hands, smoothing the kinks, and I stand there, breathing a little faster, conscious of all those eyes upon me.”

Hurts So Good
“I want you to wear the badges of sweet distress for days.”

Shower fantasy
“You don’t want to admit it, but you want me.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Why I haven’t blogged about the Mosley case

More Sugasm
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3 times?!

30 07 2008

 I’ve always considered my best friend, we’ll call her BFL, to be a fairly sexual person.

I found out today that she’s only masterbated three times in her whole life. In NINETEEN years, THREE times. I was confused. How can you do that? And she’s open sexually, and she’s no prude. Which I guess is what surprised me.

 

 

THREE TIMES?!?!?!?!?!





TMI: Language

29 07 2008

This is my very first TMI Tuesday. Lol.

1. What is your language pet peeve? Good and well. My family doesn’t get that there is a distinction. ‘You did good at practice today.’  ‘I think that the building is going good.’ Something about not using ‘well’ irks me so much. You would never say ‘That movie sure was well.’ So why switch in good when there should be well. Gah.

 
2. What is your favorite word? Both dirty and clean? Cockslut is my favorite dirty word. And clean….hmm…..probably ‘iydllic’. It sounds cool and it looks cool.

 
3. What is the one word you cannot spell? Minute. For some reason I’ve been fucking it up ever since I was in second grade. I don’t get it.

 
4. What is the one word you always pronounce wrong? None. I mean, I mess up every so often, but there’s no one word I always mess up. Though I do enjoy intentionally butchering French for the sole reason that it pisses my French minoring best friend off.
5. If you could erase one popular catchphrase from the english language, what would it be? ‘That’s hot.’ It just reminds me of the idiots that inhabit this earth.

Bonus (as in optional): The late, and very hot Michael Hutchence (INXS) once sang, “Words are weapons, sharper than knives” . What is the most hurtful thing you have ever said to anyone? Was it deliberate or accidental? What was the most hurtful thing ever said to you? Do you think it was deliberate or accidental?
Probably telling my mother to get back on her meds because I couldn’t stand her when she was off them. And yeah, I was trying to intentionally hurt her. As for hurtful to me? It’s a tie between my mother and X. “You’re my perfect best friend. She has the qaulities I want in a wife.” For some reason hearing him say that tore my heart out. And he didn’t intend it to be hurtful. “Never have children. It’s not fuckign worth it. It’s a waste.” And she was intending to hurt me. To make me feel guilty. And this is something she’s said on more than one occasion.





Picky picky

28 07 2008

Alright, I admit it. I’m quite picky when it comes to men.

Which might be one of my biggest problems when it comes to finding anyone. It doesn’t help that I live in a pretty much dead city inhabited by wannabe ganstas and fat italian assholes.

Would you like a description of the last boy who offered to buy me a drink at the bar? He was about 4 or 5 inches shorter than me, reddish/brown hair, around twenty peircings in his ears, dressed like a gangster, with ratty cornrows and braids. He made K-Fed look good. Really good. I humored him and let him dance with me a bit, though I kept pulling his hands back to my hips as he tried to go lower. (you’ve gotta fit the bill before I let you go anywhere) After I finally got sick of him pawing at me, I did my patented detatch-hands-turn-to-the-side-I’m-done-dancing-now move. He leered at me, asked me how tall I was, then asked if he could get me a drink. I told him I was fine, not mentioning that I really didn’t feel like getting roofied that night.

Those are usually the type of guys that hit on me. Gag.

I like my guys tall, intelligent and just a tad geeky. X fit the bill perfectly, no lie. But very few people in my hometown could fall into more than one of those categories. Guys around here just are not tall. Instead of hot Italian and Greek studs, we get the short, fat, balding ones. Seriously.

I’ve yet to find a good place to pick up the hot/cute/geeky/tall boys. The bars around here just bring out the creepers. Anyone have any suggestions?  





new toy?

27 07 2008

 

I went shopping with the maternal type person yesterday and she dragged me into J. Crew because she likes to pretend I’m her lifesize barbie doll and dress me. I’m not complaining in the least. One thing she does like buying me is scarves. She says I look good in them and I love getting them, so I don’t discourage her.

Well, yesterday, in addition to a mustard yellow cardigan, she bought me the lovely scarf pictured above.

It’s a four foot long, silk scarf and she expects me to just wear the thing?

I keep running it through my hands and over my neck. It’s cold and slick feeling. I love the feel of it on my skin. And my dirty mind keeps flitting to images of being thrown down on a bed, the scarf ripped from my neck and bound about my hands. Or some ravishing guy taking it in both hands and pulling my face to his for a searing kiss. Or simply just rubbing it across my naked body, relishing in the cool feel of it.

Oh mother, if only you knew how I planned on using this gift…….





Seperation

27 07 2008

I’m such an idiot.

I got drunk Friday night. Really drunk. And I talked to X. I don’t know why I did it. But I did. And I wasn’t ready to talk to him. So now I’m upset and crying again. And everything is reminding of him and I hate it.

I hate that one boy can turn me to jelly in so many ways.

I had a problem with X. I couldn’t really say no to him. And as much as I had him wrapped around my little finger, he had me wrapped around his. I’d get him to bring me dinner and watch Gossip Girl and ANTM with me. And all he had to do was kiss my neck or slide his hand along my thigh or whisper something dirty in my ear and I’d fall into his arms. I was addicted to him as much as he was to me.

And even though I hate his guts right now, everytime I think of him, I think of riding him, or kissing him, or just laying in his arms. And I hate it because I want him so badly. But he chose the dumbass, short, clingy girlfriend over me.

And it doesn’t help that I’m really horny and I need to get laid badly. Even when we weren’t seeing each other we cybered via AIM or texts and it kept me occupied. Now. Nothing. Gah.





Visits to the Underwear Drawer I

26 07 2008

I love this pair of boyshorts. I got them on sale at work. Funny thing is, this pair is a large and it fits perfect. I also own a pair that’s a small and they fit perfect too. Hence why I love them both.

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Preface to Visits to the Underwear Drawer

25 07 2008

I am addicted to pretty lingerie.

And I also happen to be an employee of Victoria’s Secret. Hence I get to spend my days folding panties, hanging bras, and tempting myself with our cute, sexy and lacy underthings. I’ve got quite a collection going right now and I was asking myself, what’s the point of having all these fun things if no one gets to see them?

So this is the begining of Visits to the Underwear Drawer. I was inspired by Jake’s post about Aural Pleasures. It got me thinking of doing an ongoing series, in case my sex life hits a deadend. (which it has for now, sadly)

Every week I’ll post a picture of a new pair of undies, perhaps a bra or maybe if you’re lucky, something sexier. And accompanying that picture, will be a few pictures of me modeling said garment. Fun for everyone!

Expect a weekly post, probably done on the weekends. :)

 

(And yes, that photo does show a good portion of my underthings.)





t-shirt time

23 07 2008

 

 

I love the feel of wet cloth against my skin.

I couldn’t help myself and I decided to post one of the ’school spirit’ photos before hockey season starts. It’s just too fun to hold back on.

Thank X for the lovely t-shirt. He gave it to me the night of our first big fight way back in November. Only someone of his height could get a t-shirt that’s big enough to hang down to the thighs of a girl who’s 5′10. I always felt tiny next to him. He would have loved this photo. Maybe I’ll show it to him just for fun sometime……

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone!