weedfairy - March 1st, 2009
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 giddyi think that plan b was unnecessary. i'm having a totally normal period. also, i'm back on birth control again so it should be less of a worry now. i seem to be having all the same weepy emotional reactions to the hormones this time that i had the last time. it's hell. nothing would feel better than to be held in those moments. but they are only moments, and that's a manageable relief. saturday i spent partly at the library studying for my math test, and partly at the beach being awesome. i found a kick-ass little spot down south of coconut point and ponce that is nearly deserted and the homes and condos along the edge are mostly shuttered up. it feels very private and cozy. i settled down in a nice dune and read and slept for a few hours. my skin got darker, my hair got lighter, and my freckles got a fresh dusting. today was too nasty to be outside, but i am so glad i squeezed it in when i could. i feel so much more alive after sitting in the sun like that. it's so energizing. and i like the pink of my skin when i look in the mirror :) me and daniel hung out this morning while our parents were at church. we were sitting outside just before the wind picked up and the temperature dropped. we saw about 30 vultures fly out of the woods and circle the house catching thermals for a good twenty minutes. it was very freaky. they'd land in the trees around our yard and the cats would watch them as though they thought they might have a chance of catching one if it would only come down to the ground. and so it seems birth control was a right-on-time decision because my sex life has picked back up again. it feels really good. i got to spend saturday night going to town on the softest, most delicious skin i've tasted in over a year. we were definitely the right people for each other at the exact right time. he did exactly what i love most when i am giving a very serious blow job - he held my hair up and out of my face and gripped it so tight that tears were welling up and i could feel myself squishing in my panties. he was just the right kind of sensitive to enjoy me gently licking and tonguing him from his belly button to his butt cheeks for about an hour. and he was perfectly perfectly shaped for going right down my throat. he was so good using his grip on my hair to guide me that i think i actually improved my deep-throating capabilities. he'd press so incredibly insistently and wait so patiently for my throat to relax before he tried to press further. and he did it so slowly and it was so amazingly sensual that i thought i was going to pass out from happy. he'd slide in and out like that three or four times, really slowly, and once he felt me relaxed he'd poundpoundpound until i was choking. he'd release his grip on my hair and start stroking my head and face so gently while i'd get a breath and then it would start all over again. at one point when i think he was getting close and needed to stop for a second he started biting me on the neck and shoulders so hard that i saw stars. he growled a little when he did that, and it was so hot. he had a lot of nice ink too that made for nice patterns to trace with my tongue and fingers. when he finally allowed himself to come it was straight down my throat and it was one of the longest orgasms i have ever felt in my mouth. obviously it had been a while. just a yummy, yummy night. all oral, no sex. very, very nice. and today i met and hung out with tricia-with-a-penis. i mean he is tricia down to the sugar gliders and the candy-bowl full of starbursts and lemonheads. a LOT of fun. we watched a documentary on how babies develop in the womb and muted the sound so we could overlay it with the fat of the land album, which was seriously just about the trippiest shit i have ever seen in my life. what made it even more interesting is that he differs from tricia in that he is extremely intellectual, so while watching this amazing stuff going on we were both picking up the narrative on the science of what was actually going on. there was one segment that was looking at a cumshot through an electron micrscope, and we were listening to diesel power. just take your mind and hit it with an egg beater a few times, you'll kinda get the same sensation. uhhh-mazing. we have no office manager this week. there is only three of us and more work than we can manage with even four. new rounds of interview happen after she gets back next week. i cannot wait to get someone in there. then i can go back to doing only one job instead of two. also, we're not getting our new pay-raises until the new person starts. i think that is bullshit. i'm making friends right now with someone new. he's been hovering around for about a month, very patiently and with an air of strange dedication. so i thought i'd give him a chance. he is really cute. and very...aware. i love that. | ||||||||||
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