adeventures in lexxyland

The Sky is Falling...

2006-10-01T14:21:00.000-06:00

Oh no, that's just the leaves.
It's Fall everybody. Then Winter and the flood of Holidays. And soon spring.
We could go to the ends of the earth but it will alwys look like this to me.
xoxoxo

Let Me Pose a Couple of Questions to You...

2006-04-26T23:06:00.000-06:00

isn't flirtation the path to intamacy?
how does one stay humble while presenting total confidence?
how do i give up and let go of the one thing about myself that i know makes me special?
how do i take the leap to just make the change?
(a little help please...)
xoxo

Mr. and Mrs. Lively

2006-04-26T18:56:00.000-06:00

My Mom finally married her man on Saturday. They've been together for 15 years. Lived together for 6. Now, he's officially my step Dad... and I couldn't be happier about it. I finaly have a whole family again, just this time... it's with a different (better?--well, let's just say more dependable and generous at least). And he sees me for who I am. During my toast...I said, "Thank you for marrying us." I meant it, even though it was embarassing.

I appriciate you PapaK.

Love, your S.O. daughter.

Apparently

2006-04-09T03:05:00.003-06:00

Apparently there's this fabulous little Mexican place that feels like home and is full of good tequila and fun! Ddana and Luccy and I, the trio of trouble, went there for drinks Saturday night. We got drinks...and they were goo-oo-ood! Ddana opted for Tecate and the ever favorite classic, the shot. Luccy and I discovered two wonderful bottley inventions: Xrated Vodka mixed with a little bit of "Sum Poosie" Energy Drink. Both very pink, and both very delicious. Upon tasting her Surely-temple, Luccy exclaimed, "it tastes like pink!" And it did taste like pink cotton candy pussy to me...definately reminiscant of Iron Bru, and so sweet one can't help but keep lappin' it up. We had a lot of fun, and were entertained by the bar tenders' bar tricks.
Apparently being single and 25+ and jaided is like quitting smoking. Once one has experienced the joys of smoking/sex and once that action becomes engrained, it becomes part of one's self image. If one decides to change these behavior paterns, then one has to admit that one will always crave smoking/sex. Then it simply becomes about choosing to have the desire to smoke/have sex and not do it, or to have the desire and give in.
Usually, I think to myself, just make it through till morning, it's a new day, things'll be better tomorrow.
xo

What's A Boy To Do?

2006-04-05T23:24:00.000-06:00

Well, as far as I can tell, if you have one testicle or more, the rule that would aply in any sort of man-woman-type of situation is, what ever you do, boy, do NOT pick up the phone and CALL her.

What's A Girl To Do?

2006-04-05T23:21:00.000-06:00

This image was ganked off the internet by me from an unknown artist (Sorry Ma'am), and is called: Waiting for the Phone To Ring (if memory serves).

What's A Body To Do?

2006-04-05T19:30:00.000-06:00

I've been day-dreaming in and out of reality lately. Taking little head breaks here and there to make more room, clear the way for more information to enter and be processed, for deeper understanding and knowledge into myself as well as others.

What I've found is, that it is not so hard to reveal your inner demons to yourself, but it is hard to know how to make the changes toward ultimate goodness. [At least in terms of others' feelings, (what you do with yourself is your own business, but please, please, watch out for my toes)]. Or, simply taking the fucking scarey leap and just change--just start being different.

I find myself stuck in a pattern or two (or twelve) that I see are clearly present in me on a daily basis and are clearly a problem due to the fact that these patterns usually end up hurting a loved one and/or myself, or just basically barricading me from being the best of myself and bringing out the best in other people at all times.

Isn't this the goal in life? Put as much good out in the world as possible?

Another...

2006-03-16T17:15:00.000-07:00

do NOT read at WORK post:

so now, I've seen squirting...I'm sure you have too...pretty amazing right?
this'll blow you out of the water...

enjoy.
xo

Wouldn't it be romantic...

2006-03-12T21:42:00.000-07:00

Maybe there is hope for love after all...2524, or 5086.

Dear Ex-BoyFriend-

2006-03-03T19:49:00.000-07:00

I don't know how to do this and I'm tired of waiting so...

You never let me down when we were together.
You never let me down when you broke up with me.
But when you started seeing your new girlfriend and stopped calling me,
You became a BAD Friend.
I didn't like it when you stopped being there for me as a friend, especially because you said you would be.
This is how you've let me down.

Will you be a good friend to me?

___Yes?

___No?

___Maybe...

(check one, please)

Thank you for your honesty.
Sincerely,
your hot XX-GirlFriend

ps-the text is a real email I sent tonight to my ex-boyfriend to find some peace for myself...
I hope you find the links somewhat explanitory. xo

Do NOT Read

2006-02-28T22:56:00.000-07:00

THIS if you are Catholic, at work, have a week stomach, and/or are easily offended...
But in honor of Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday here is a JOKE from the depth of my sense of humor.
xo
ps-all in good fun :)

Don't Be Mad...

2006-02-28T21:49:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to Luccy, for all your hard work, I hope you reap the rewards...

BEFORE: what's up punk rock...
AFTER: what's up pretty...
I think the girls got to you...thank you for being a friend, travelled down the road and back again...on skate board!!!

Ahhh...the philosopher

2006-02-25T15:05:00.000-07:00

Here's to waiting Didymus...

Tagged: I'm it.

2006-02-17T18:32:00.000-07:00

Four (other) jobs I've had:
1. Receptionist for 2 different high-end audio/video companies
2. Bar Tender
3. Freelance Gardener
4. Bouncer, Bar Tender, and Emcee for a strip club in Edinburgh

Four Little Known Facts About Me:
1. My feet and hands are constantly cold.
2. My childhood teady bears still reside on my bed.
3. I've quit biting my nails.
4. I love wearing stripper panties (aka an "eye patch"); most comfortable kind there is.

Four City Airports I have Visited:
1. London, Heathrow
2. Paris, Paris De Gaulle
3. St. Lucia, Hewanorra
4. Nashville, BNA

Four Foods I Love To Hate:
1. Mac and Cheese with Katsup
2. Filet of Fish
3. Milanos and Chipsahoy
4. 7-11 Flavored Coffee with 12 French Vanila Creamer packets.

Four Of My Favorite Male Actors:
1. Patrick Stuart
2. Marlon Brando
3. Anthony Hopkins
4. Heath Ledger (Brokeback Mountain, he sounded earily like my uncle from Middle Tennessee)

Four Websites I visit Dailey (not including blogs: Gideon, Luccy, Ceci, Cabagehead, Didymus):
1. Hotmail.com
2. MySpace.com
3. Weather.com
4. Danger Dave

Four Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Play Juliet before I get too old.
2. Pay off my debt.
3. Save at least some kids if not the whole world.
4. Feel SURE about my path.

Four People I Am Tagging:
1. Kiffi
2. Sonny
3. Mhari
4. Lapster

2006-02-14T09:53:00.000-07:00

FUCK BLOODY VALENTINE'S DAY

2006-02-12T01:41:00.000-07:00

and all that goes with it!

Fuck spending your money on flowers which will just wilt in a week.
Fuck buying your Valentine chocolates that will just melt on your passenger seat.
Fuck eating at a fancy resturant when dinner will only end up on your shirt.
Fuck the expectations that get thrown in the dirt.
Fuck the tears and broken hearts that occur if something goes wrong.
Fuck you Cupid and any writers of love songs.
Fuck the memories of that someone once your Valentine.
Fuck it! Luccy, Anne...will you be mine?

ps-And Hallmark, fuck you too!

what does it all mean?

2006-02-05T19:37:00.000-07:00

Nymphomaniac: Excessive sexual desire in and behavior by a female.

Monogamy: 1.The practice or condition of having a single sexual partner during a period of time.
a. The practice or condition of being married to only one person at a time.
b. The practice of marrying only once in a lifetime.

Serial Monogamy:
n : a succession of short monogamous relationships (as by someone who undergoes multiple divorces)

Single: Not accompanied by another or others; solitary.
Consisting of one in number: She had but a single thought, which was to escape.
Separate from others; individual and distinct: Every single child will receive a gift.
Honest; undisguised: a single adoration.
Wholly attentive: You must judge the contest with a single eye.
Designed to accommodate one person: a single bed.
Unmarried.
Lacking a partner: a single parent.
Relating to the unmarried state: enjoys the single life.
Of or relating to celibacy.
n.
One that is separate and individual.
An accommodation for one person, as in a hotel.
An unmarried person.
singles Unmarried persons considered as a group: a bar for singles.
v. tr.
To choose or distinguish from others. Often used with out: We singled her out from the list of applicants.

Swinger: One that swings:
Slang.
A person who actively seeks excitement and moves with the latest trends.
A person who engages freely in promiscuous sex.
A member of a couple, especially a married couple, who exchanges sexual partners.

Love:
n.
A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
Sexual passion.
Sexual intercourse.
A love affair.
An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.
A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.
The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love.

What many users feel for computers.

"I don't really love computers, I just say that to get them
into bed with me". (Terry Pratchet)

[What did you expect in a computing dictionary?]

Commitment:
com·mit·ment
n.
The act or an instance of committing, especially:
A pledge to do.
Something pledged, especially an engagement by contract involving financial obligation.
The state of being bound emotionally or intellectually to a course of action or to another person or persons: a deep commitment to liberal policies; a profound commitment to the family.
an agreement or promise to do something in the future; especially : a promise to assume a financial obligation at a future date

Partnership:

The state of being a partner.
A legal contract entered into by two or more persons in which each agrees to furnish a part of the capital and labor for a business enterprise, and by which each shares a fixed proportion of profits and losses.
The persons bound by such a contract.
A relationship between individuals or groups that is characterized by mutual cooperation and responsibility, as for the achievement of a specified goal.
A business organization in which two or more individuals manage and operate the business. Both owners are equally and personally liable for the debts from the business.
Partnership doesn't always mean two people. There are many large partnerships who have thousands of partners.

Skeptic: skep·tic also scep·tic
n.
One who instinctively or habitually doubts, questions, or disagrees with assertions or generally accepted conclusions.
One inclined to skepticism in religious matters.

Check me out!

2006-01-18T13:33:00.000-07:00

So I cannot believe I'm actually doing this
but you can see me in a couple of short industrail videos here.

www.hirepoint.com

go to Previews, Make the Difference

and

go to Future, Step into your Future

please feel free to comment and even make fun of me...but just a little bit.
xo

The Beautiful Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, CO This Weekend!

2006-01-17T00:24:00.000-07:00

2005-12-06T02:02:00.000-07:00

Highlights From Rollertrain...

2005-12-04T15:08:00.000-07:00

Thanks Ms. Rollertrain...

ORALGASMS:
I can't have an orgasm from oral sex. There, I said it.

Oral sex that doesn't end with an orgasm is so completely normal and not fucked up. I'm pretty sure I've sucked as much cock as Jenna Jameson claims to have sucked; I'd estimate that the chance of precipitation is about thirty percent. Oral sex requires concentration on both ends, with many opportunities for distraction. Sexy disconnection, muscle cramps and jaw aches are natural orgasm killers. Remember that when you grin and bear it.

Only two men have been able to give me an oral orgasm. One of them is my boyfriend, who is blessed. When he stuck his tongue out and made faces as a boy, the neighborhood mothers predicted the joy he'd bring to the world. And oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god, joy has come.

Cunnilingus is a brilliant trick. Every time I've tried it, I've failed obnoxiously. Like blow jobs, gently forceful oral consistency works well. I wonder if one of those U-shaped pillows from the airport might help your neck, if you can figure out a way to use it without pressing on your throat. But always remember that it's a tricky job, and that you might not figure it out.

It's amazing what happens when you accept failure as a likelihood. One of my college professors always preached about disapointment as a primary responsibility. In certain realms, low standards lead closer toward the path to achievement than great expectations ever will.

Now, ladies. If your brain gets panicky while you're receiving cunnilingus, try rubbing the soft, fleshly spot just above your clit in the exact way that you usually masturbate. Show your lover's tongue the way to move. Mind your lover's mouth, but use your fingers to simulate a comfortable and personal form of masturbation right above your clit. It's like sign language for dumb tongues.

Fellatio is also brilliant trick, and one I wish I could experience. The blow job is the first great feat I'd conquer as a man. Although there's no hope for my penis, there is for yours. Every straight guy has a magic cum button: That amazing little spot tucked just inside the most feared orifice of mankind. If I was the boss of Sexyland, I'd start an ad campaign:

Prostate as Male Clitoris; No Longer Just a Dude's G(ay) Spot.

Have your lover get a manicure, lube up a finger, massage your sphincter and gently penetrate that scary place, one millimeter at a time. Ask them to bend their finger into the famous "come hither" curve until they feel the firm bump of your prostate. Let and feel them tease it till your man-clitoris get bigger and harder, which leads me to the campaign's tagline:

It works kind of like your boner! And feels just as good.

Ask them to suck your cock while they're at it. This tip leads to the customer benefit points:

Orgasm is a physical inevitability when you mix prostate stimulation with fellatio.

There are three key issues to deal with before you grant ass access to your lover's pointer finger. First, shit. Second, wash. Third, stop being so fucking gay. The more afraid you are, the more you're going to love it, and the sooner you should figure out how to try it. Prostate play feels too good to pass off as something that shouldn't be enjoyed. Life is short, gentlemen. Get over your ass. Encourage your lovers to do the same thing.

SUFFOGASMS:
I get violently wet and swollen from accidental lack of breathing.

Some of you lovers dig asphyxiation, which falls into the arena of Breath Control. Although this is pretty common, it's a touchy subject because it can kill you. But so can vibrators*. Even the best how-to techniques aren't guaranteed to be safe. I enjoy the intensity of being strangled, but I've also kneed sac when a grip became too tight. Breath control has always been a BDSM mainstay, and BDSM is all about pushing, setting and knowing your limits. So please, be careful, and do your homework.

*When I used to write product descriptions for Sexyland vibrators, I often had to include disclaimer copy saying things like "don't use this device on calf muscles" because some poor woman once used a vibrator on her tired legs, which dislodged a blood clot that went to her brain and killed her.

I-NEED-MOREGASMS:
I still find her attractive, but the "I promise, tomorrow night will be different" thing is getting old.

Although I don't know anything about decreasing sex drives in relation to pregnancy and parenthood, I do know what it's like to not get enough sex. It's maddening, it's frustrating, it can ruin an otherwise lovely relationship, and it's the main reason why Sexyland stays in business.

It can also keep you mad-hot for your lover. If you got laid all the time, you'd probably get bored.

The standard sex advice - like "light candles and sprinkle rose petals," or "play an erotic game," or "plan a romantic get-away" or "try bringing toys into the mix" or "communicate your needs" or "slip into sexy lingerie" or "watch porn together" or "act out a fantasy" or "have a threesome" or "find a new way to play with yourself" or "learn more about the exciting world of hardcore bondage" - is usually hopeless bullshit, but that doesn't mean it won't do the trick. The world is filled with tools to combat sexual inertia.

The problem with getting action is inaction. Most sex lives go downhill when people get lazy. We forget that sex is awesome, and that it only takes a little energy to enjoy. In my experience, sexual inertia is one of the consequences of monogamy, and usually falls on one person's shoulders. That's a boring load to bear.

Constant complaining, begging, demanding and desperate negotiations are massive turn-off's. Massive. Blood chillers. Boner killers. Pussy parchers. I didn't realize how annoying sex nags are until I was the one listening. A little supplication here and there is flattering and sexy. But nothing gets a quicker not right now than a whimpering erection.

In truly infuriating form, we usually get all hot and bothered when we're not bothered with. When you look past your overheated vibrators and memorized porno, you'll spot the real trick to getting nookie. It's not a fun trick, but it usually works: Get off your ass and stop begging.

But sometimes, you must face the facts. Sometimes nothing will work. Sometimes, the person who used to shove butt plugs up your ass and cane you with a wooden spoon turns into a cuddly, oversized stuffed animal. Sometimes you're just in a sexually doomed relationship. Life is short and you're half dead already; try doing something about it.

Have you all seen this?

2005-11-27T15:20:00.000-07:00

Please hop on board the Rollertrain and read Ms. Rollergirl's new fabulous post.
I highly recomend it and fully agree with it.
Especially my favorite part:

scroll down....

a little more.....

wait for it......

this one's even better:

this is one image you might find in these videos:

and please...
DON'T KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT!!!!

xo

7 Things I Am Thankful For...

2005-11-24T21:10:00.000-07:00

1. Music (I ripped a yo-mama-size-ass-load of cd's from my folks' today)
2. Good friends near and far, and thier ever expanding families (Yanina)
3. Good food and the rediculous veriety and abundance we have in this country (don't forget to give some away)
4. Pets (especially those of the utterly good, sweet, and black veriety)
5. (I hate to admit it, and I know it makes me a true yank, but that's what I am after all) American Football (extrasuperspecially: the Sweetass Muthafukin Broncos!!! Dallas Cowboys Suck!)
6. Not only having a roof over my head, but also, that undernieth my roof and inside my walls, I have a beautiful, luxurious, compfortable home I share with my fantastic friend.
7. A job I don't hate going to day after day.
scratch that
7. A self in a life that I don't hate going through day after day.

Hope you all had a happy turkey day.
Best Wishes to those in need and in danger all over the world.
Gobble Gobble.

PS-I'm glad it's a "free" country.

Add-On Celebrity Crush

2005-11-19T12:26:00.000-07:00

Maggie Gyllenhaal

The "devil" made me do it.

2005-11-13T20:46:00.000-07:00

7 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Learn to break-dance
2. Sing in a blues band
3. Win an academy award (or 4)
4. Have some half breed children
5. Change the face of the American Theatre
6. Play Juliet at OSF or Stratford
7. Direct a classical Greek play at the Theatre at Delphi or some other amazing ruin theatre
8. Become rich and famous in Hollywood
9. Save the world

7 Things I Cannot Do:
1. play baseball
2. It in public
3. stop putting my foot in my mouth
4. snowboard
5. water ski or surf
6. Model (especially in terms of my behavior)
7. tequila

7 Things That Attract Me to the Opposite Sex:
1. vivaciousness
2. openness
3. some sort of addiction that makes him imperfect like me
4. patience
5. sexuality
6. sex
7. cuteness
8. honesty

7 Things I Say Most Often:
1. Go down the slide
2. Go to sleep
3. You’re cute
4. What’s up buddy?
5. Shhhhh
6. Fuck
7. Wanna go smoke?

7 Celebrity Crushes:
1. Drew Barrymore
2. Johnny Depp
3. John Waters
4. Al Sharpton
5. Dennis Kucinich
6. Drew Barrymore again
7. Robin Write Penn and Carey Elwes in The Princess Bride
8. Don’t hate me but Jessica Simpson (I wanna put her in my mouth)
9. HST

7 People I Want To Do This:
1. anyone who reads this so called blog
2. anyone who reads ceci n'est pas
http://uneenu.blogspot.com/

2005-11-12T19:15:00.000-07:00

Mod Cyclops with Pearl Necklace

2005-11-07T23:07:00.000-07:00

by: Lexxy, herself, for Halloween, 2005.

We carved pumpkins with friends at home on Gideon's initiative.
We ended up with a small pirate, a medium spider, and a large cyclops.
Good thing I got a picture because the squirles devoured them in a matter of days.

I share someone's secret...

2005-10-18T22:07:00.000-06:00

Happy Halloween Month!

2005-10-04T22:08:00.000-06:00

Hope it doesn't snow like it always does here...

Here are some pumpkin carving ideas to get you started direct from Rotten.com.

WARNING: Adventures in LexxyLand has Changed!

2005-09-29T22:49:00.000-06:00

Things come and go, I suppose, I just didn't think this change would be so drastic!
I have gone from slutty sex-pot to pre-school teacher.

Today:
Max got a bloody nose.
Tommy called me "dummy".
Grace didn't masturbate at nap-time for the first time since school started a month ago.

My day is as follows:

Wake up at 8am.
Shower.
Coffee.
Computer work time from home.
9:30am: pack lunch, gulp last sip of coffee.
9:45am: rush out of the house carrying way too much crap.
Smoke a cigarette while speeding to work.
Gum, Chapstick, and perfume to cover the smell.

10am: "planning time" because I now run the after school program with two lovely gentlemen.

10:30: hit the classroom filled with 22 busy little 3-5 year olds.
Set up lunch- wipe down tables, set out mats, cups, pitchers of milk, and kids' lunch boxes..

10:45: Set up nap room. Throw mats down, pillows and blankets on beds.

11am: playground time. Roughly 70 kids playing chase, teenage mutant ninja turtles, and "Look, this stick I’m wielding is a light saber!"

11:30: Lunch time:
Tyler's screaming because he's hungry while I try to entertain the kids who are waiting to wash their hands with a book they‘re talking over.
Patrick's got apple sauce from his mouth to his light-up Velcro Nikes while I'm trying to open 4 string cheeses and a juice box.
And...oh great, Ethan spilled Ben's frickin' go-gurt all over Steffi's crazy German lieder hosen again!

12:15: Finish lunch, get outside to the playground, start bringing 3 year olds in for nap. Then come the 4 year olds.
Get a drink of water from the fountain.
Shoes off.
Pee.
Wash hands.
Get sleeping buddy (usually made out of something soft and fuzzy).
Get on nap mat.
Get comfortable.
Listen to two stories.
Get wrapped up in your blanket like a burrito.
Get back rubbed till you fall asleep.
Have sweet dreams till 2:30pm.

It is now 1:30 or two, everyone but Wyatt is sleeping, be very, very quiet...
(This is my first opportunity of the day to pee if I need to.)
Hang out with the 5 year olds who don't sleep.
Put lunch boxes out again for taking home.
Do any set up that needs doing for tomorrow.
Load/Unload dishwasher.
2:30pm: Wake all the nappers.
Replace shoes.
Read a story.
Gather stuff.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......
The blessed break which is never long enough to do anything but smoke two cigarettes and listen to the silence.

3:15 is when I return with a little more patience than I left with.
This time until 6pm is After School.
So it is more mellow.
Playground time.
Snack time.
Free time: coloring, building with blocks, being naughty and rambunctious.
Parents come, slowly, one by one, and free me of their creations...
Put works away.
Wipe down tables.
Put chairs on tables.
Turn off lights.
Lock doors.
And Peace Out!

6:05pm: race home to catch as much Simpsons as I can.
Chill….

Back again soon(er) with more details.
I'm off for tonight.
Thanks for actually getting this far if you have.
xoxoxo

A Sexxy Survey

2005-08-12T15:35:00.000-06:00

If there is anyone out there, I have a question for you...

Would you rather be in
a) a committed, monogamous relationship
b) an open, easy-going relationship with 1 or more partners
c) a committed relationship with the option of a "joiner" or external partners
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

2005-08-12T15:20:00.000-06:00

Last night I went to Shot Gun Willie's for the first time.

Didn't spot 1 girl I found hot so I sat at a table in the middle of the club
with my strip club buddy and about 4 empty Smirnoff Ice bottles,
and imagined what it would be like to work there. I was looking at how
perfect all of thier asses were and how huge and fake most of thier tits were.
But hey, where else can a girl wear 6 inch heals, perfume, and some nion lights?

Then we stoped at Facinations on the way to the Penthouse Club were I purchased
fresh bottle of Joe Lube
and a flogger which I am very excited about trying out...

Penthouse turned out to be much more fun, due to the gergeous 98 lb. stripper
I fell in love with... long pale legs, long dark hair, cute perky tits (peirced), and the capper, glasses! mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmmmmmm...
She kissed me on the mouth when we met and she told me what I cute smile I had.
Then we peed in the ladies room together, then she sat on my lap for a while,
and told me that she'd call me today. I'll let you know, but I am jaded by strippers now. Everytime I go to a club I fall for one of the tiny ones. I scribble Lexxy and my cell # on a cocktail napkin and hope for the best. No word as of yet.

It's a dark environment, strip clubs. Is sex a dark thing I wonder?
I tend to catagorize it with things like chocolate, cigarettes, and coffee.
Extremely enjoyable and only harmful in large quantities. What do you think?

good luck to you and yours with any hot dancer who might strike your fancy...
xoxo

Camping is Fun.

2005-08-09T15:00:00.000-06:00

We went up to Buffalo Creek this weekend to go camping.
Yes, even nymphos like to camp.
The two couples just set up camp a little farther off
from the fire pit. Built by me thank you very much.
Until, that is, my friend we lovingly refer to as Mother Fucker
droped a log the size of an elephant turd into it,
where, from then on out, I made fire around the turd.
We found a great spot in the dark after hiking up a hill
that was totally secluded and woodsy.
Unfortunately, we were warned the next morning
by the park ranger that we were in a
NO CAMPING ZONE.
"Do you ever plan to return to Buffalo Creek National Forest?"
He asked in a stern voice. The driver of our 15 passanger van,
mostly loaded with gear, food, and empty bottles, thought it was
a trick question.
"Yes?" We replied unsurely. "Thank you for the warning, sir!"
Let's get the fuck outta here we all thought.
All and all it was a great time. I highly recomend
you get up there before the summer expires.
xoxoxo

a song called uh-oh

2005-08-04T11:45:00.000-06:00

Uh-oh

Uh-oh,uh-oh
he wants to be my boyfriend
he wants me to be his girlfriend
uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

I told him since the beginning
I ain't ready for no serious thang
don't want to fall in love
get married
or do the kid thing!

I'm just a sweet young thing
still all up in my prime
I want to screw around
I want to tak my time!

CHORUS

I like to kiss and tell
He keeps it locked up tight
I don't want the commitment
but I wanna get laid tonight!

He's really fucking good at it
I like to do him lots
with him its nice and frisky
he makes me wet and hot!

But,
CHORUS

I have to admit, I'm concidering it
I like him super much
I do like kissing guys
but he doesn't mind girls and such.

I think he's really special
I mean I like to suck his balls!
I'm just not ready, to go steady
so I hope that I don't fall...

uh-oh, uh-oh
I think I wanna be his girlfriend
I think he's gonna be my boyfriend!
uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh

my special friend in me

2005-08-04T11:42:00.000-06:00

He penitrates me,moves in me like the waves that move the sea.
He pushes at me. Pulls me toward him. Kisses like the breeze.
I hanker for him.
The hands that spank, that tie, that tickle.
The hands that sneak, and prod, and poke.
The hands that hold, and mold, and strangle me.
I hanker for his words, his smells, and his caresses.
The pinapple juice that shoots from his erectness.

His softness smoothed against my cheeck,
my chin, my neck, my breasts, my nipple,
my belly, my belly-botton, my mound...
and sneaking in between my legs he penetraits my oily wetness...
just between my lips,
clean shaven for my man, of course, that's how he likes it.

And of course I do my bidding...
I follow my instructions...
except for sometimes...
when I feel a tit bit naughly
and I want to get in trouble...

For example:
Last night he bit my bottom,
so hard it hurt too much,
he crossed a little threshold,
so I boxed his ear and made it ring,
you should have seen his face!
A look of shock, a look of horror,
a little rage and sheer delight,
but mostly shock and horror, (now I think bout it again)
and I just sit and giggle
in anticipation
of my pu-pu-punishment.
His hand laid flat accross my butt
a little swirl, lightly, as he aims,
then withdraws,
stopping at his tongue to whet his smacker
then a little tease to whet the spot
and SPANK,
so hard it leaves a hand print,
but not so hard it stays.
Then he kisses it all better and
puts the condom on!!!

2005-07-30T11:29:00.000-06:00

On having a special friend:

a special friend is a friend with bennifits who is extra special to ya.

a special friend enjoys time with you both walking in the hot sun for cool lemonade, as well as showering together to get cool after fucking in a hot appartment.

a special friend impresses you and thinks you're cool too.

a special friend brings you soup if your sick and cuddles you if you're lonely.

a special friend buys you drinks, but then you'll have to make hime dinner.

a special friend entails sharing and kindness and challenges and even expectations.

a special friend requires communication.

a special friend might even entail love.

BUT...

a special friend does not get to tell you when or where or what to do or be.

a special friend does not entail giving up all your options (tho it may entail no other penises it may include other lips...)

P.S. the schedule we've been following is Friday to Sunday together and a Tuesday or Wednesday. The rest of the time is spent working, hanging with friends, and working on a quiet puzzle in the solitude of my appartment.

good luck to you and yours...

xoxo

naked vs. neked

2005-07-28T17:05:00.000-06:00

naked means you have no clothes on.
neked means you have no clothes on and you're up to something.

Well, I've been neked lately...

been too busy for updates lately but will update you soon.

xoxo

Judicial Nominee

2005-07-20T13:44:00.000-06:00

7-19-05
Bush officially nominates Judge John G. Roberts, Jr. to replace Sandra De O'Conner on our surprime court.

About Roberts:
Serves on US Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia, took the bench in 2003 after his confirmations was held up for months by Senate Democrats.
Worked in the White House consel's office from 1982-86.
Was the principal deputy solicitor general for the US Department of Justice from 1989-93.
Clerked for Justice William Rehnquist in 1980, 81.
He's argued 33 cases before the high court.
Graduated from Harvard's Law School in 1979.

NARAL Pro-Chioce America and the Alliance for Justice opposed Robert's nomination because of the positions he argued as an advocate for Regan and the first Bush Administration.
NARAL alleged that Roberts had actively worked to overturn the 1973 Roe vs. Wade decision.
Alliance for Justice criticized Roberts for his arguements against the use of racial considerations by the public sector, known as affirmative action.

Senaters must confirm this nomination and are bracing for the battle ahead. Senaters have the constitutional duty to conduct a thorough and independant review before approving a lifetime appointment to the nation's highest court.

Please wrtie your Senater and tell your friends. This appointment will affect our lives for generations. It could affect our constitution, our civil liberties, and our own person-freedom choices. Please join the fight. Stage a protest, a play, or just post about it! But please don't sit and watch your freedoms pass you by.

(Thanks to CNN.com for info.)

Frustration

2005-07-19T13:48:00.000-06:00

Unfortunately, I started this work week off sleepy AND frustrated. It's ok to be frustrated and have gotten enough sleep. And it's ok to be sleepy and satisfied, you've got the relaxed gooies to carry through the day. But to be sleepy and frustrated is just no fun.

Rule #1 of having a special friend: you must take breaks. You and your S.F. can make up your own rules, of course, but I recomend, 2 days on, 2 days off with an extra day on the weekend.

So, I had my three days over the weekend (unfortunately aunt flo decided to crash the party) so when 6:30 a.m. Monday morning rolled around...I was unsatisfied and my Empty light was shining brightly on my sleep gauge. Plus, it's now the two days off...

I remedied the situation, howenver, after I got home from my first job. Blew off the second and had time to on Demand a Real Sex. Implaments used: Fingers for my first orgasm, and my super duper hands-free vibrator for the second.

Had some beers at 404 for happy hour. Skated over on my crusing Angel Vixon board. Hot!

Bed early: 10pm, for my full 8 hours...

Just remember, if they can't do it, you always can....

God's Day

2005-07-17T13:50:00.000-06:00

Friday night late night was spent on personal issues.
Saturday night was spent enjoying and bobing my head to Mission to Burma at the Ogden...
Put in a little time at my job as "wingman" (this time for Danna), while Luccy rode bikes all over Denver. Gulped down a mini milkshake, a little midnight snack.
Sunday is Funday as some would say.
I like to call it God's Day. Just to poke fun at the Christ-rule-followers all over the world. Don't forget about all the heathens out there who are wake-n-bakin', and stumbling with thier hangovers toward the sweet cure of a good greasy spoon.
Had a bad dream full of inapppropriateness, but woke up in warm arms who cuddled my worries away and took me to breakfast at Swift for French Toast. On Luccy's computer feeding my new addiction. Friends are good. Don't forget your friends. Especially on God's day. It's the funnest day of the week to hang out!
xoxo

First Post of All Time...

2005-07-15T22:25:00.000-06:00

Here goes...
This blog was inspired by and is dedicated to my friends Danna and Luccy. Thank you for loving and accepting me for all that I am and will become. My loyalty is forever with you.

To anyone who may stumble upon this...I hope you have at least two friends out there who not only would take a bus on for you, but are great drinkin' buddies as well.

Can't type long now. Were going down to Sputnik, check out the scene, maybe head to the hi-dive... I'll let you know if anything cool goes down.

xoxo