Always a bridesmaid......

_theothergirl @ 2005-04-02T15:51:00

2005-04-02T21:30:58Z

It all started out at dinner with my friend and his parents. The pitchers of beer kept coming at the pub we ate at, and by the time we left there the only things on our mind was getting more alcohol. Thank God, my neighbor was having a going away party for his friend, so we walked across the street in the pouring rain to take shots off the ice louge. The party broke up, and we were still thirsty, so we decided to go to a bar.

The bar we went to used to be my favorite. Nice setup, nice alcohol selection, attractive guys and girls. It's a very classy bar. My favorite bartender used to keep the drinks coming to me, but he no longer works there. The new staff is..ahh ok, but they could never hold a candle to Steve. The friends I'm with keep complaining about this, but I'm too drunk to notice if the service is shitty or not. They say they are going to check out another bar nearby and invite me to go with them. I opted not to pay a cover charge and stayed grounded.

I was looking hot. The tanning I've been doing is very flattering on me and my hair is a lot lighter than I'm used to. I was wearing tight jeans, a green camisole top that showed off my cleavage, and a green wrap around sweater, plus a pair of heels. I'd worn my hair curly, since it was raining. I looked like a wild woman.

After sitting at the bar for awhile by myself, a guy I had had class with a few times wandered over and we talked for what seemed like forever. I had always found him attractive....especially his big full lips....so when my friends came back into the bar announcing the were ready to go, I was disappointed. "Here is my number", he says, "Call me if you wanna have fun tonight." I didn't have to question his idea of fun. It was late, and we both had been drinking. I knew what his definition of fun would be--the same one I had in mind. I called him when I got home and he offered to come pick me up. When I got to his place, I realized it was a frat house and started to freak out a little bit.

"We aren't doing anything here, are we?" I asked him.
"It's where I live."
"But it's a frat house. I refuse to have sex in a frat house."
"So maybe we can just hang out." He says, but I know he doesnt mean it. He wants pussy, and I want cock. I thought about my friend who was staying at my house that night and crashing in my bed, so I knew that if I wanted him, this would be my only option.

We get into his room and immediately he starts to kiss me. He is a great kisser and I'm melting. His room is very neat and the bed looks comfortable. I go to lay down on the bed, and he gets over top of me..kissing me harder. He starts to remove my clothes and before I realize it, I'm completely naked.

"OH wow", he says, "You are hot. I've got to get a picture of this."
"No!" I scream. "No pictures of me naked." He begs a little more. I give in and figure, why not. Let him have a few shots of my tits to jerk off to later.

"Spread your legs." He says. I start to think, wow this is getting a little out of hand, but I do it anyway to show him my pussy. It's dripping. He snaps the picture.
"Spread your pussy for me too." I spread my pussy lips for him, letting him see my pink. "More." He demands, and I'm showing him my hole that's dying to be filled. "God, you're hot." He says. "Play with yourself." So I start to rub my clit in small circle, making it nice and hard. I pump two fingers in and out of my pussy. I feel myself cumming, and he is still snapping pictures.

"Get on all fours." He demands, and I do it with my ass face him. I sense him taking pictures of my swollen pussy from behind, dripping juice. I feel him spread my ass cheeks and I realize he is taking a picture of my asshole. He rubs my pussy and gets his fingers wet. I'm getting invaded by his fingers in my asshole and I start to fuck myself on them. He is still taking pictures.

Finally, I can't take it. "Fuck me." I scream. He turns me around onto my back and spreads my legs again. Placing his cock against my pussy lips, he takes a picture as it spreads my pussy for him. His cock is big, and once he is half way in, he takes another picture. "Enough with pictures for now." He says and begins to fuck me. He fucks me hard and fast, just like I like it, slowing down only to put himself deeper inside of me. He fucks me from behind, and after that I straddled him to ride, cumming on his cock the whole time.

"Suck your pussy off my cock." He tells me, so I put his cock in my mouth and lick myself off of him. I can taste my cum and his. He takes pictures of me sucking his cock, instructing me to look at the camera while he does it. I swirl my tongue over his cock head and take him in my mouth. I start to deep throat him and play with his balls at the same time, squeezing them. His legs spread I venture a finger into his asshole and start to finger him. It was driving him crazy. When I began to lick his asshole, my tongue going inside him, he nearly lost it. "Mmmm you suck cock good." He says. "Stop before I cum." I stop and he turns me over on my knees again. I feel him spread my ass cheeks and he begins to eat my ass, sliding his tongue inside me. My legs are shaking. His cock is so hard and I feel it teasing my asshole after a few minutes. "Relax girl," he says, and I feel him pushing his cock inside of my ass. I hear the sound of the digital camera again as he takes a picture of his big prick in my asshole. He pumps me hard for some time, and while fingering my cunt. I hear him start to breath heavier and then I feel him explode in my ass. As he pulls his cock out of my asshole, along with some of his cum, he instructs me to spread my ass so he can take a picture of his cum dripping out.

We lay in bed exhausted, and eventually drift off to sleep.

This morning, he is driving me to my house and I remember the pictures.
"Please delete them." I tell him as he kisses me goodbye.
"Those pictures are just between you and me." He says. "I'll use them for jerk off purposes, but that is it. Trust me." He drives off.

Why do I get the feeling that a whole frat house will probably see me in ways they never thought they'd get to?

So much for running for office.

_theothergirl @ 2005-01-01T23:26:00

2005-01-02T04:26:34Z

New Years Eve, and I'm horny as hell. I couldn't decide whether I wanted dick or a sausage egg mcmuffin from MCdonalds. Definitely too much Champagne. My cell rang as I sat and debated this with my friend Christin and surprisingly it was Jonathan, the hippie. Actually, it wasn't too surprising since I had seen him out at two bars already, and he rubbed my ass in both of them. I knew he probably wanted to fuck.

"I'll wait for you on your porch." He said when I explained I was at a keg party and I didn't drive. When I got off the phone Christin pouted.

"No fair." she said. "You are gonna get laid."
"I'll share him with you." I told her.
"Really?" She asked.
"sure, what are friends for?" And I found that I was more excited about the thought than I figured I'd be.

When we pulled up to my house, Jonathan wasn't there. He left behind a note saying he had waited for almost an hour and figured we weren't coming. His phone had died so he had no way of calling me to let me know. Disappointed, I walked upstairs to get out of my clothes.
"I guess I'm taking the couch." Christin said.
"No you arent." I said. "It's too cold down here. You can share the bed with me."

We stripped down to our underwear and a Tshirt and got under the covers. After laying there for about 15 minutes, I was still restless. And horny. Slowly, I let my leg brush against Christin's to see how she would react. She rubbed back. we rubbed our legs against each other for a little bit, and then I felt her move her thigh towards my pussy, letting me hump against it slightly. Moving towards me, her fingers found my nipples and began to pinch them, bringing them to her mouth to lick and suck. I started to remove her clothes.
Her nipples were hard as rocks as I played with them and I brought my hand down to her pussy to see how wet she was. She was soaked. We fingered each other while we moaned softly, as not to wake my roommates. We came at the same time-I filled her hand with juice.

After recovering from our orgasms, she told me to sit on her face. I placed my wet pussy over her mouth while she licked and sucked my clit. I needed her tongue inside me, and I reached down to tease her clit with my own tongue while she spread my lips and tongue fucked me. We ended the night with me on top of her..pressing our pussys together so we could rub our clits to orgasm. I humped her pussy with my own until I squirted on her.

Girl on girl action. What a way to begin a new year.

The problem with friends w/benefits

2004-11-15T18:19:50Z

So I guess I need to vent. This post will contain some sex, but I guess I also just need advice as well when it comes to men. And since most of you readers are in fact men, last time you checked anyway, I figured I would turn to you. So let's get started...

First of all, after working in a bar for three years, I learned three things:
1: People will exchange anything for free drinks.
2. Most girls will do anything for free drinks and/or cocaine.
3. It's not a good idea to have a relationshop with someone who works in a bar.

A few weeks ago, My roommate and I saunter down to a bar we don't normally hang out in because our regular bar was boring us and I ran into a guy I've seen around for a few years here. Apparently, he is a bouncer at that particular bar. He's always been a bit of a flirt with me, but he isn't really my type. He's a big guy, or in other words a bit of a muscle bound meathead. He's attractive, but I don't go for the whole jock look that much.

Well we exchange numbers and he calls me an hour later. He explained that he was closing up there and wanted to know if he could stop by. I was still up and hanging out with some of my neighbors, so I invited him to come hang out with us. He does, and I can instantly sense some attraction between us. This leads up into my bedroom and he gives me the best fucking I've had in sooo long. We fucked in every position, his hands hit every right spot, and he never wanted his tongue to leave my pussy. We both are dirty talkers, so it was great. Sexually, we just really hit it off. Laying in bed afterwards, we started to talk. He asks me what I think about he and I. I tell him I'm not really looking for a boyfriend and he says he isn't looking for a girlfriend either, but he would like to continue to see me. Which translates to...fucking you more would be nice. So we agreed to seeing each other again and see what happens from there. And what has happened from there has been more nights of great, unbeliveably mind blowing sex. I seriously can't get enough from him. When I'm not fucking him, I'm masturbating because I'm thinking about fucking him. I've just never had a guy who could make me cum as much as he does and I'm totally addicted.

Then, this past weekend, my friend was having her bachalorette party. After hanging out at one bar for awhile, I auggested we venture up to the bar where my bouncer works. This would be the first time I have went to that bar since I started sleeping with him. Well naturally, he is working the door. He sees me come in and lets us in for free, and gives me a hug. My friends and roommates realize this is the guy who has been keeping them up all night because of the moans he produces from me and they all tease me about it. "It's not so much the moans I mind," one of them jokes, "It's her headboard that bangs against the wall constantly. The moans I can definitely deal with. It's still nice to see this mystery guy." While he isn't really my type, he is definitely all of my friends' type. For the rest of the night, they feel the need to tell me how hot he is, how good I've done for myself, how they are jealous etc. etc. I mean, this is enough to make any head swell.

So after drinking, I do two stupid things:
First, I lose my cell phone. Since he did work there, I went to consult him on this matter, but he treated me as if I was annoying the hell out of him. He kept telling me he was too busy and that he would talk to me later. Granted the place was packed and there was a line outside the door, but still...

Secondly, every girl that stopped by him felt the need to rub up on him, hug him, flirt with him..you get the picture. I used to work at a bar, so I understand this stuff happens. He never really went the extra mile to flirt back like crazy, but you could tell he was loving the attention. This, combined with the fact that my friends kept telling me how I needed to keep ahold of him turned me into a posessive jealous bitch. i was livid! I couldn't believe these girls were all over MY man!!!! I wanted to strangle all of them!!!!

At the end of the night, he came up to where I was.
"I wanna fuck you tonight." I tell him.
"Not gonna happen." He says. "I'm waaaay too tired." And he explains to me how he has been up for 2 days straight AND he had just gotten back from being out of town for the away game and went straight into work.
"I've been chugging red bull since I've been here and counting down the hours til I can go home and go to sleep. I'd be no good for you tonight."
"You don't have to do a thing, but lay there!!!" I say, but still, he doesn't budge. He does, however find my cell phone for me.

This is what puzzles me about sexual relationships. They are always on the guys' terms. One of the things I have come to know about men is that they will rarely turn down sex except in the case where they are in the position to take some kind of power trip from it. The bouncer will come fuck me any time he damn well pleases, but when I tell him how bad I wanna fuck him, he flat out refuses me, reducing me to beg for it. All night I was forced to watch him get hit on by girl after girl, hear about how hot he is every time I turn around, and then feel like shit very time I tried to talk to him because he seemed to be annoyed. Then when I demand that he fuck me, he is persistant in saying no!!!! I mean, I don't get turned down for sex that often, so my ego is a little bruised.

Is this his way of letting me know where I stand in this relationship? He said he'd call me yesterday, but so far I've gotten no word. I realize he owes me no phone calls because we aren't going out, but god....it seems I've really got it bad for this guy and somehow this happened out of nowhere. And to tell you the truth, I don't even know much about him to even form an opinion on whether I'd want a relationship with him outside of sex. Maybe it's the whole challenging aspect of it. I want him because I can't have him....ugh I'm just not sure. So should I just leave things be?

And if he continues to fuck me like he has been, I promise i will write a detailed post on just how good this sex has been!!!!

Confessions of a pervert

2004-09-29T19:56:42Z

Most of the time, I like sex to be dirty.

I like to get a mouthful of cum and I crave it at times. I love to have a guy fuck me, pulling out only to jerk off on my face letting his cum drip off onto my chest. I've only let one guy cum in me before, but I loved it. He'd fill my pussy up every time, and while I'm on the pill, I'd sometimes fantasize about him getting me pregnant. When we were feeling particularly dirty, he'd pull out of my pussy and have me spread it. He'd jerk off until he'd cum on my pussy and then watch me masturbate with his sperm. Sooo..fucking..hot.

The other night I was fucking Jake. While I was riding his cock, I felt myself orgasm hard. It was unexpected, and it snuck up on me. I tensed up...squeezing my pussy on his cock hard. He looked up at me. "You just came, didn't you?" He asked.
"Yes, I did." I told him.
"Get off of me a minute." He said. So I did as he asked.
"Look at my stomach." he says. There is a large puddle forming around his belly button.
"I could feel it gushing out of you like water. You cum like a guy! I've never seen so much!" For a minute, I was kind of embarrassed. Yes, I do cum a lot and I'm quite used to it myself, but for some reason when a guy mentions it to me, I am embarrassed.

Unless it's Nate of course. Nate will have me straddle his face, his tongue stuck deep inside of me fucking me, while he rubs my clit and occasionally finger my ass. "YOu know what I want." He'll say. "Let me suck your cum out of you. Soak my face. I wanna taste your pussy on my lips all day." And for him I let it all gush out. I'm not embarrassed of my female ejaculation with him because it quenches his thirst.

I've met a guy from LJ who loves his sex dirty. When we talk on IM he'll tell me stuff he imagines doing to me and it takes me to a new height of sexual arousal. That's all I ask for...A guy who is honest about what he likes. So what if others think it is weird, I won't. It turns me on to know what people think is hot. IF you fantasize about forcing a girl to take your cock, I'll get wet over it. If you really want a girl to lick your ass, my mouth will water.

Or in this guy's case...if you really want to piss on a girl, just tell me! This is something that never turned me on much before, but now...wow. I can't tell you what this idea does to me. It's getting to the point where I can't go pee without getting turned on or wanting to masturbate right there!!!

The best part about sex is being comfortable with what you like and letting yourself go. Anything goes. No holds bar.

Can you believe I updated?

Help wanted...

2004-06-28T23:57:38Z

I'm in dire need of excitement in my life. I've been trying to avoid sex lately because it's not healthy to use it as a pasttime. On a side note, I need a more exciting job and stripping is out of the question, however....

Something interesting happened the other day. I was wasting away precious seconds of my life online when I decided to go into a chat room on Yahoo. Feeling a little feisty, I went into a user room marked as "Dirty old men". I ignored almost every PM sent my way until I got one from a man who asked me if I was interested in making money. I could always use extra cash and since I'm a curious girl i asked him what he was looking for.

"I want a young girl." He says.
"I'm only 15." I lie to him.
"Are you a virgin?" he asks. Of course, I tell him yes.
"Show me pictures of your body." He demands, so I send him what pictures I have and this seemed to please him.
"You're awfully developed for a 15 year old." He says, and I don't know why he'd think that because my brother's girlfriend has boobs the size of my head and she is only 15. There's something in the water.

Anyway, he asks me to use my mic and to talk dirty to him. In my most innocent voice, I told him the things I wanted done to me. I told him how I wanted to be fucked hard by my daddy's cock (this guy was like 50!) and I moaned and groaned over my mic while I fingered myself. I couldn't believe some of the stuff coming out of my mouth. It was like I was possessed by a super slutty 15 year old and I REALLY got into character. Eventually, he came and he thanked me. He told me he would send me some money and at that point I had completely forgotten about the money until I checked my account later and saw that he DID send me some money. He sent me like $350!!!!! I DID NOT EXPECT THAT. He also wants to do it again.

So this got me thinking, maybe I'm onto something here. I LOVE phone sex and I'm good at it. I would be willing to act out ANY fantasy because I'm such a pervert it all turns me on....so maybe I should benefit from it.

If I were to put something in my profile in this journal about this type of thing, how many would actually be interested in it for a small fee? You could name your fee of course, and this is all just my curiosity taking over because I realize most of you can get phone sex or even REAL SEX whenever you want free of charge.

Keep in mind, I can be really good...nothing is taboo....and I'm pretty hot. HAHA

Did i mention I have a sweet southern accent too?

The name game

2004-06-02T07:38:08Z

Sometimes when I meet a guy and I have great sex with them, I think I subconsciouslly seek out other guys of the same name. The first guy I ever had sex with was named James and I remember being disappointed that his name was so boring because I was so sure I'd be deflowered by a Gavin. Gavin was a guy in a V.C. Andrews novel I read at my aunt's one summer and I masturbated thinking about him every night. Gavin also had sex with his cousin but that is just a whole other fantasy altogether....

I digress.

The point being, years later I was still finding myself fucking James's. If it wasn't their first name, it was definitely their middle name. After never making it to the interesting names, I finally moved past James to an even boring name like Ronnie. Ronnie never fucked me, but always made love to me, so after we split I found myself eyeing another Ronnie the next summer. This Ronnie was a DJ and we'd do lines of coke and he'd fuck me doggystyle while we watched porn. Sex on coke is impossible for me and I'd almost always dry up leaving him to pound me with hardly any lubrication. I was hurting for days afterwards, but loving every minute of it.

Right now, I seem to be stuck in Jonathan mode. Every guy who has made any sexual advance towards me in weeks has been named Jonathan. Is this a coincidence or am I seeking them out? Am I really that psycho? haha. Sex with the hippy Jonathan is the best I've had in awhile. He talks dirty to me, letting me know I good I feel to him, he moans. He cums alot. I love that. God, I wish he were here now....

Last week I found myself too drunk to drive home and had to spend the night over at a friend's. "You can take my roommate's room", she tells me, so I strip down to my panties and the tank top I was wearing and slip between the sheets. An hour later, I feel someone crawl in bed with me. It's my friend Jonathan. "Can we share this bed?" he asks.
"No funny stuff," I tell him, but feeling his warm body against mine instantly made me wet. Spooning me, I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass and I spread my legs slightly, pressing myself against him. I hear him moan, and I can't stop. No matter what position i lay in, I can't get comfortable and all I can think about is his cock. Finally, I can't take it and I let him press against me again. Never letting him enter me, I let him slide himself back and forth against my panty covered pussy. I'd call it dry-humping if my panties weren't so soaked. At last, I moan, cumming hard. I feel him orgasm too and the feeling is so exciting knowing that he came without being inside of me once.

Two days later, I'm getting my legs felt up by another Jonathan beneath a picnic table by my parents' pool.

I need to meet someone with a really unique name fast, so my chances of finding another will be slim. If my numbers reach higher than my age, I'm seriously cutting myself off.

Around here, we call then "wildcat wednesdays"

2004-05-14T06:46:32Z

Last night, I may or may not have had sex.

After running into Jonathan again last night, he offers to take a very drunk 'me' home. I remember getting home, and getting into my bed. I remember him saying to me that he wanted me on top and that I was right when I told him last week that if I gave him a blowjob he'd never be able to get me out of his head. Yes, I'm that good.

But that is all I remember. I suppose he did leave, but whether or not we had sex, I'm not sure. My friend Dusty and his friend Nick found me walking down my stairs in just a skirt with my hands over my tits, so they think the evidence leads to yes. All Nick kept saying to me this morning was, "I got to see your boobies last night."

My roommate claimed I was in rare form last night. He said I crawled in bed with him, inviting Nick and Dusty into the room and asked them all to get naked for me. Nick was the only one willing to oblige and once I saw his penis I guess I said to him, "Is that all you got for me?" I really can't recall what it looked like today.

Sex or no sex, I woke up with a hangover still wearing my clothes from last night, cuddled up to my roommate's muscles.

Either my liver or my vagina will go on strike soon. I'm not sure which will be the first.

I had great sex this weekend.

2004-05-11T10:47:43Z

One of the best things about visiting my parents is running into past sexual flings.This weekend, while driving back from Christi's with Amanda, a car pulled us over and we were surprised to see Josh, a guy who graduated with us.

Josh was one of the first guys I'd ever had sex with. We were 17 and sneaking a fuck in my pool whenever we were unsupervised. Once, we snuck into my uncle's house and fucked on his couch while he was out for awhile. Josh was the first guy I was ever caught by my parents with. My mom still hates him.

My run-in with Josh gave me many good memories of great sex. He must have felt the same way, because after getting home he was at my house shortly later.

It was weird at first. We both sat there waiting on one of us to make the move, both knowing what it was we were wanting. Finally I couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm going to bed." I said. "You can come with me or you can let yourself out." He followed promptly.

Once in my room it hit me. Wow. This is the first time that I haven't had to sneak to have sex with Josh. There are no parents here to catch us. We were in MY room and we're both 23 year old adults. It was the first time we both got to see each other fully naked. No clothes partially kept on in case we got caught. I realized we both have the same nipple pierced.

Josh fucked me in every position last night. Pushing me down on my knees, he'd fuck me doggystyle while rubbing me to orgasm. Fingers invaded both holes and I was in heaven...moaning SO loud. I sucked him off too, and since I felt extra dirty, I let him cum on me. I think I soaked my bed.

Sex with Josh was really great. It was good when I was 17, but it is great at 23 and I think that is a good sign. Today, I can hardly walk and I can't stop masturbating.

Sometimes I wonder if half of my friends knew the way I think and carry on behind closed doors or when I'm with myself, how many of them would still consider me a good girl. ;)

Cinco de Mayo

2004-05-06T19:08:50Z

I think my biggest problem is that I just can't stand to think of myself being alone.

Even if it is just for a night. I crave male attention always and if I were to get psychoanalyzed I'm sure someone would say that is because my dad never really paid much attention to me. I'm a daddy's girl, so I'm not sure if I buy into that bullshit.

"If you see Jonathan tonight, tell him you already replaced him with another Jonathan." My friend Jonathan said to me before we went out. We had just finished discussing the fact that I got played last week and we were heading to the bar where the player hangs out.

A night of drinking ensued and no sign of the player. "Oh he's here," My roommate Brooke says to me, "I saw him a little bit ago." Going up to get my 4th beer and 2nd shot of the night, I see him. This time he sees me too, and he smiles. He walks over to me and we talk. I know that he played me, but I can't help but think of how good it was to fuck him. I'm really attracted to him, but I leave the bar without him.

On the advice of my friend Jonathan, I decide to call him, but get no answer. It was probably for the best, but I still felt disappointed and of course I imagine he is avoiding my calls. Once I'm home, Jonathan and I have conversations about men, women, sex, relationships, all the conversations you are supposed to have after drinking. He's ready to go home and I start to panic.

This time last year, Jonathan would have begged to stay the night with me. Sex with Jonathan was great, probably the best I've had, but it caused drama and it ruined friendships.

"Come with me," I say to him and take him by his hand to lead him to my bedroom, but he shakes his head no.
"We're both drunk. We don't need to." And he's right. I know this, but I want it. He leaves anyway.

I go outside to smoke a cigarette, despite the fact that I don't smoke. Sitting on the porch we share is my neighbor Jody, smoking the last of a bowl he packed and looking about as wasted as I felt.

"Sometimes, you just want someone to sleep with, you know." He says to me and I nod.
I'm drunk so I ask him, "Sleep with me?"
"Sure."

We're in my bed and he smells so good. Removing our clothes, we climb beneath the blankets and he pulls me close. I feel his fingers grazing my nipples, his lips touching my face and my neck, his erection pressed against my ass. He buries his face in my hair and he whispers in my ear, "No sex, right? Just sleeping?" I nod and he pulled me closer. We sleep.

It was the most satisfying night I've had in awhile.

This ain't vagina monologues...

2004-05-03T04:31:52Z

Dear Vagina,
Last night's outing at my favorite bar ended in a heartbreak because the guy I slept with on Wednesday was there and he didn't even speak to me. I know you liked the way he felt inside of you, but he is a jerk.

I now have a new rule.

New Rule #1...
Never fuck someone that hangs out at your favorite bar. It will make the beer taste bad.

I met this guy Ryan recently and all he ever talks about is wanting to fuck you. The thing is, I know for a fact he has fucked my roommate before and that is just a line I do not want to cross. She said two things about him:
1. He is the roughest fuck she ever had (She dislikes rough sex.
and...
2. Anal sex with him was better than vaginal. Interesting, but don't worry, we won't leave you out.

I've told this guy I'm not going to fuck him several times and he just won't take a hint. Am I interested? Sure. Rough sex is my favorite. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. But if I know one thing it's that you never fuck someone your friend has even if they claim it is cool. Believe me, they may say it is cool now, but the next time they have a reason to be mad at you that is the first thing they will bring up. Girls are psycho like that.

I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT!
of course, I have little to no self control. I'm sure you know that because of the many times of day you are greeted by my fingers.

If I has known that being a slut was going to be this hard, I would have just stayed a virgin. You have no say in this.

PS.Never call me a slut.

Yours til this end,
_theothergirl

I've been known to take it in the butt....

2004-05-01T22:00:25Z

So the problem with me being slightly promisicuous in my 23 years of living, are the run-ins with the one-night standers. One-night stands DO happen, and while I may not be proud of them all, they have all taught me a lot about myself as well as letting me learn exactly what I like sexually.

"Describe your first anal sex experience." My friend Casey said to me two days ago. The girls and I were doing what we always do and that is...talk about sex.
"I've been wanting to try it with this new guy I'm seeing, but he doesn't seem to be into the idea. He's doing it for me though. I'm a little scared."

So I shared with her the story of my first anal experience. I met the guy when I was 14 years old when he saw me fall down a flight of stairs at my sister's 8th grade graduation. My dress has slipped up to my waist and he caught a glimpse of me in my panties, but still he wasn't so distracted that he couldn't help me to my feet. Years later, we met each other again after I had moved away to go to college. After a night of tequila shots we found ourselves getting chummy and our hormones took over. Fucking me from behind, he tried in vain to put it in my ass any chance he could and would cover it up by saying, "Oops, I slipped. Wrong hole." When he poked me there for the 5th time, I realized it was no accident.
"Go ahead and do it." I told him.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I wasn't sure, but I was drunk. Overall, the experience was not unpleasant and I actually enjoyed it. I couldn't really walk for two days, but my theory is that any time I can walk after sex, then it wasn't good. The guy left to join the airforce shortly after, and I never really saw him again. The story seemed to satisfy Casey and so we left it at that.

"Casey is coming over with her boyfriend." Rachel said last night. None of us had had the opprotunity to meet him yet, and I know I was anxious to see what he looked like. However, when Casey walked in the door with her boyfriend behind her, I think my mouth hit the floor.

My friend's new boyfriend is my anal sex guy.

I think it is funny how he claims to not be into anal now, while when he pounded away at my butt all he could say was how fucking good it felt.

This further proves another theory that most guys will never get serious with the "Up the butt" girl.

Two entries in one day....whoa!

2004-04-30T23:40:01Z

Today is the kind of day that makes me want to stay inside and fuck

And it is funny that I am saying this, because just yesterday I told myself, "No sex this weekend."

I've been giving myself a hard time about the one night stands I've had in the past and I feel that I need maybe focus on sex in a relationship. Of course, I'm very single.

Wednesday night I hung out with Jonathan. He came home with me after a night of drinking and while we were all hanging out with my roommates and their respective men for the evening, someone suggested we put in a porn. Each week it is a little more daring at our apartment. I'm sure by next week, we'll be having orgies.

So anyway, I let him see my room for the first time and of course he pulls me in. We find my bed, he strips me down, and I keep telling myself DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH HIM. However, the minute i felt his cock pressing against me, I knew that was it. It was great, honestly, and I did need it. But...have I heard from him since? Nope. This is a guy who has called me every day for two weeks and the minute he gets sex from me, not a single phone call.

Men really are assholes.

First entry....

2004-04-30T21:43:57Z

I made this journal so I can lurk in communities that I would otherwise be embarrassed to let my friends know about. There are some things I keep private! :)

I plan to make this my sex journal where I will write about the sex I have and any sexual thoughts.

I probably won't be posting much in this journal, but feel free to add me if you would like to.