5 Aug 2002 -- Wacked-out dream last night about making Carl my sex slave, in some other world of course, and once he was broken in, adding some other blond guy, smaller physically, and having the new one lie on top of me, on his back, and Carl eating me out while the top of his head made contact with the guy's balls. Quite peculiar breaking-in rite.6 Aug -- More dreams -- I think being around all those guys at the gathering must do something to rev up my hormones and libido. The first dream involved Tim tied naked spread-eagled on a bed and me starting off telling him he looked good enough to eat and running my hands all over him and ending up fucking him on top.
Then the next one had Janie in the middle with me and Sam and someone else (Caitlin?) all focusing on her (Janie).
The last one had me fucking Carl in the ass with a strap-on (oh, all that stuff derived from his writing about prostate stimulation) and then leaving the dildo in him while he fucked my cunt.
And this morning's fun slow wake-up was being in the middle between Clark and Tim (telling them I felt so flabby next to them!) sucking Clark's cock while Tim went down on me.
10 Aug -- So this morning it was Brendon, which is a new one, but he's pretty cute now that I notice. And the stuff he wrote about him and Sarah's relationship indicates a bit of a BDSM element, which could be fun to play with.
11 Aug -- The dream last night had a bunch of us going to live in a huge house the size of a small mall but designed more like one of those fold-out dollhouses. Sam, Janie, Clark, Duke, and I were working to fix the place up, but our break turned into me, Clark, and Duke having sex on the floor while Sam and Janie watched from the couch.
25 Aug -- Last night I was so horny, I had to get up in the guest room, check both bathrooms until I found some lotion. Lotioned fingers on my clit, and into my cunt, first a middle finger, then the ring too, then the pinky, all the while wiggling them back and forth and feeling around them what a cock feels when he's inside me. Other hand furiously rubbing my clit until the hood was all the way retracted and I could feel that little head against my fingertip. Calling "Mark," the hair leading from his neck down to his crotch all rubbing against me. Though a little worried about my host's sheets, I kept on pumping both hands through each wave of pleasure, little spurts of wetness all over my hands. That let me sleep.
I took a masturbation break after writing the above -- I definitely seem to be in a fast and roughh mood. Mark, Tim, Simon all drifted through my head as the force slamming into my hips, and when I'm at the family's within a reasonable driving distance of the former two I will be spending so much time thinking of getting one (or both!) of them to come and fuck me on the floor of that guest room (I don't think the futon would stand up to the strain all that well) and make me come so loud the pets won't know what's going on.
26 Aug -- Rain noise along with Tito Puente playing. Tonight instead of being naked under my gown I had on a thong -- my ass itched and the fabric almost served to scratch it. The evening's fantasy was Clark and Tim -- I think I was setting it at the former's home around Thanksgiving, even though I probably won't be able to go. Earlier I'd been thinking of Tim's cock in my cunt and Clark's pushing slowly into my ass while I breathed hard and tried not to clamp down. But more recently it was the three of us playing strip Trivial Pursuit like Gus and I did; obviously the two of them would be getting me naked rather than each other, though as they wear fewer items I do get them pretty close. After I'm naked the next pie is to have me masturbate for them. I bring myself to a shuddering orgasm and say I need a cock inside me -- Clark climbs on top and plunges into me, fucking me hard till I'm vibrating like I'm electric. When I finally have the energy to look, Tim is just reaching his own climax, eyes closed and come rolling down his shaft and over his still-pressing hand.
10 Sep -- This morning's pleasant waking-up fantasy involved me, Tim, and Don. Having read Lisa's comment about her and Don "lusting after the same man" I bet Don would be up for it. I have Tim on top of me, cock buried inside me, and Don behind him, fingers coated with lube, working them into Tim's asshole (never mind that from underneath Tim I couldn't possibly see much of that) and then eventually withdrawing them to stretch his whole body out on top of Tim and slide in his cock. (I wonder why I only think about anal sex in terms of threesomes.)
20 Oct -- Yesterday we happened to be at Priscilla's (a sex-toy/stripper-clothes-type store) to pass the time and drive around in the new car, and they were having a shoe clearance sale -- tons of stuff for $19.95. Though I never wear heels in real life, I bought a pair of silver mules with a clear heel -- just for bedroom costume. They're about twice as high as anything I've had before, but not too bad to walk in -- it's really more like standing on your toes to see something (or as in ballet class) than it is supporting yourself on the shoe's heel. I wore them a bit when I got home and Ed said just the way I stood in them looked like a porn pose -- not anything in particular I was doing, just the way they change one's posture (and lead to one's chest being thrust out). I gotta get him or somebody to take pictures of me in them and lingerie (Hey, with enough makeup and hairspray, I could be a porn star for Halloween!)
The day's fantasy has been Clark, probably because I was looking at his website earlier. But now that I've been reading about, well, all kinds of stuff in Tristan Taormino's Pucker Up, I want a hotel room (or hell, a suite) for a site orgy. I'll bring condoms, lube, and all my sex toys! I'd love to use the Magic Wand on Caitlin or Sue (and watch all the guys drool over the scene!) I want a guy kissing the back of my neck while another tongues my tits. I wanna be fucked doggy-style and be able to look up and see other people doing sexual stuff with each other or just masturbating while watching. I wanna put on gloves and stick my finger in Carl's ass, or some other guys, and make him squirm and gasp that way.
16 Nov -- It's like a kind of sexual ADD -- it's so difficult to be horny without being distracted. Even when the body is ready -- I can feel my own wetness -- my brain won't focus on anything but books or TV or computer stuff. I get tired of being the one making the advances but Ed doesn't usually make serious ones. There's no happy medium. I guess that why I fantasize about all these frustratingly far away guys. I wanna IRC. I may also have to buy myself a subscription to Freshmen or Bound & Gagged or something. When sex happens with me & Ed, it's always a lot of fun; it's just getting to it that's the problem. I just need to rev up my libido in general.
(Added later:) Well, things got better today. Paying attention to the body is good -- I figured out what didn't thrill me to think about today (kissing, breast fondling) and what felt good right then in fantasy -- back rubs, doggy style. And that's what Ed and I did, so vigorously that one of my elbows is bordering on raw from friction against the sheets.
16 Dec -- In retrospect, the opposite of ADD, an inability to not focus on work or books or whatever, might be a better description. However, one can come across sexually arousing things in the course of non-sexual activities. The pictures of Tim getting his tongue pierced certainly made me even more inclined to fantasize about him going down on me -- what would that metal stud feel like against my clit? Or reading one of Todd's writings where he referred to an ex-girlfriend kissing him on the back of the next as "the money spot," which makes me want to kiss him there too. And I've been thinking a lot about Conan lately too, perhaps because he's hoping to get down here in January. Even though I liked him better, appearance-wise, with longer hair, he's still cute. And Tim took pictures of Robin and Elle kissing at the Thanksgiving meet, which kinda makes me think about Robin as well. More fantasies of hotel rooms full of us taking off our clothes. All the cutest guys watching me masturbate and then joining in the fun. Or as I was thinking trying to go to sleep last night, a porn movie called "The Sex Life of the Computer Geek," where I'd fuck tall, wiry Conan, wild-looking Tim, and couch potato Simon as a variety of types of computer geeks. (Which is odd as I'm quite annoyed at Simon for not ever answering my messages. But a fun fuck.)
13 Feb 2003 -- Man, I've got to start bringing sex toys along when I travel. Not that my hands don't still work, but I am used to the variety. I showered and lay under the spray with two fingers wiggling inside my cunt, but I'm still too horny to go sit quietly in the room with my grandparents. So: a bottle of Coke in one pajama pocket; a bottle of lotion in the other; ice cubes for the empty glass in one hand and a paper-wrapped ice cream bar in the other, I came downstairs to read and mark the best stories in Herotica 4.
Right now it has to be men in the stories. I am spending too much time thinking of upcoming gatherings and all the men there -- the persistent fantasy of a hotel room set aside for all of us to fuck in. There's usually another woman there, but the guys decide early on who they're interested in; each picks a bed to cluster around. Always by mine are Pete, Ron, Conan, Clark, Duke, sometimes Tim (with Nancy; she'll let him, enjoy watching him, go down on another woman, so he does that till I'm screaming, preparing me for all those waiting cocks.)
Maybe a game of "I've Never" or a public purity test to warm everyone up beforehand. I'd love to talk and tell about my "wannabe threesome" with Ed & Gus, or one of my other short stock of stories from my real sex life. Ooh, how about "I've never" crossed with strip poker -- you can drink or remove a piece of clothing?
14 Feb -- Now it's Valentine's Day and my lover is three states away, which is a crying shame because I'd love to be sitting on his lap, sticking breasts in his face. With luck I can hang on to horniness until Sunday and the journey home won't wear me out so much that we can't do more than hug when I get there.
The gathering orgy fantasy grew last night -- my brain invented a guy, no one from the site in particular, who sat back against the wall and watched while I fucked all those other guys, and when I approached him, he said he didn't deserve it, he wasn't worthy to kiss my feet, and I asked if he had been a bad boy and what did he deserve, and we fell into a dom/sub routine where he did kiss my feet but he tickled too much and I put him across my lap to spank him but he ejaculated during that and I told him he had to clean it up so he licked it off me. Then I told him to go kneel by the wall and watch everyone else.
Things died down and I dozed off a bit; so did most others. When I woke up, I figured I needed a shower -- I woke up Conan in getting around him off the bed. When I told him my plan, he pointed out that it was a fancy oversized tup and suggested that we go together. From down by the floor the unnamed sub asks if we want a servant to wash us. I look at Conan and he says he's game (I remember Don's list says he's bi). We go in to the sort of hot-tub with a shower head and the sub soaps me and Conan up; I can't resist taking hold of Conan's soapy cock and sliding my hand back and forth as its length increases. The sub rinses us both off with washcloths and then kneels down to take Conan's cock in his mouth. Conan pulls him back to the tub rim, but once Conan's seated he really gets blown, while I'm turning off the spray and grabbing for my glasses to watch and drool. But I'm still worn out enough to just cuddle on the hot tub seat with them after the blow job is done. We all fall asleep again.
Tim wakes us up later coming in to pee. He's a bit embarrassed, but I tell him I've seen his cock before, even going in and out of Nancy; if he's shy, I'll close my eyes. I get out of the tub, start to untangle my hair, and tell Tim that if he and Nancy ever fall through and he wants a friendly fuck, to definitely call me.
14 March -- I was kinda flirting with Peter tonight online (I think -- I barely know what constitutes it). The public conversation was on little ASCII body parts, like (*) (*) and Peter asked why people were so nonchalant about nude pictures, implying that he'd been previously e-mailed actual ones. I msg'd him privately that if someone took the pics, you'd already been seen -- no point in shyness. He jokingly called me a bad girl and said that Wolf Camera would develop nude pictures -- I'd mentioned that mine were mostly lingerie shots so we could get them developed. But he said he couldn't find someone to model nude for him -- I said too bad I was 8 hours away. I gotta admit, it would be interesting to be photographed by someone I wasn't (yet) sleeping with, whose aim was actually getting pictures foremost. And Peter is kinda cute.
27 March -- I dreamt last night that Conan had put up on the web basically a plea for sex, and first I just messaged "If only I weren't so far away!" But eventually we got together in person.
11 May -- Horny as hell, but no people around at all. The fantasy lately has been the site orgy in the hotel room, with Beau fucking me doggy-style while I suck off Clark. Beau is reaching around to rub my clit and I'm having a hard time focusing on my hands and mouth on Clark's cock and balls, but just the motion of my head caused by Beau's rhythm makes my lips and tongue slide up and down Clark's shaft. My moans are muffled but the two guys are making up for it with their noise. There are people fucking on the other bed but I can't manage to pay attention to them. Each bed has its own audience (plus a few watchers whose heads swivel back and forth). But I'm only peripherally aware of them because it feels so good to have Beau driving his cock into me and fingering around my clit. Someone off to the side reaches a hand out and brushes against my tits as they move back and forth.
Earlier, when I came in, things hadn't gotten started yet. Tim was asking girls to "show us your tits" and I pulled off my top -- leaving me in miniskirt and transparent black slip. After that I pushed the skirt down to show the garter belt & stockings. I get kissed and felt up through the slip; Clark pulls it over my head and Tim is peeling down my panties from behind me. He steers me over to a bed and licks his way down my body to bury his head between my legs while his girlfriend Nancy unsnaps the garters and rolls down the stockings. Then she starts caressing Tim as much as possible with his face clamped between my thighs. His soft tongue and occasional contact with the metal stuff in it makes me arch my back, pushing my crotch against him, until my juices have soaked his beard.
3 June -- I have a printer now, and hence I have been printing out craploads of erotic stories that I had on the hard drive. I had forgotten about a lot of this stuff, too -- I just don't do as well reading erotica from a screen as from paper. Of course it's been some years since I spent so much time reading X-Files erotic fanfic, but it still turns me on. Good thing I have a lot of paper!
20 June -- Oh, this is so funny! I just got a phone call, so I paused the computer game and ran to answer the phone before it could wake Ed, wondering "Who the fuck is calling at 1 a.m.?" The caller ID showed Gus so I picked it up and at first I thought the voice was Russ but then wasn't sure. Bar sounds in the background, and the voice on the phone as well as those in the background sounded drunk & happy. The person seemed to know me, asked how I was doing, if I felt lucky tonight, how long it had been since Gus had gotten laid, and eventually if I knew who I was talking to. I admitted that I didn't, and he kept on conversing for a while and then admitted it was Rich (Russ's brother) who I haven't seen since Russ's wedding almost 3 years ago. He kept asking if I felt lucky and hinting about Gus (and also about himself) coming over. I told him I didn't think my boyfriend asleep in the bedroom would like that (though I gotta admit I was thinking of the rudeness of fucking someone else with Ed slumbering away in his bedroom, or even more likely a loud drunk guy waking Ed up!) Rich was like "You guys didn't tell me she had a boyfriend!" Dunno who else was there, almost certainly Russ and Gus, maybe Simon, who knows -- people who know I'm poly, anyway, but I wasn't up to explaining that it was consideration, not monogamy, making me bring him up.) We kept chatting a bit; Rich kept trying to get Gus to come to the phone but Gus was too embarrassed by Rich's trying to get him laid (at least that's the impression I got). Rich also asked if I'd gotten their earlier voice mails -- I hadn't but after he ended the call, I listened to them. (I don't know how I'd missed the phone ringing earlier!) One was disorganized "who are we calling?" chatter and the second was talking about "you and me getting together for an all-night rendez-vous." I feel a bit ego-boosted about it all, even if there was a burst of laughter in the background of that second message -- nice to have a former student not find his old teacher completely repellent. (Yeah, there's only like 2 years age difference, so old is not really a factor; Rich is just the kind of outgoing guy who makes me feel like a wallflower, plus he's very cute himself.) So I dare say this will grow into fantasy material -- not just involving Rich but Gus, who I have been thinking about lately anyway, intrigued by the frenum piercing.
23 July -- In the most recent fun sexual dream, which unfortunately I remember only blurrily, I was some sort of a slave. I was having sex on a fun but not truly passionate basis with Jimi, who was the nice master who'd bought me from some really nasty guys. But then I met Keith (another slave, I think) and we got together and had some truly transcendent sex. The sex of dreams can reach heights even waking fantasy doesn't get to, and it annoys me that my libido has spent so much time lately hiding in my dreams when it's difficult to even concentrate on fantasy when awake most of the time. The change in my antidepressants has bettered my mood but not brought my sex drive up to its proper level, at least not yet (only a week since the dosage change).
27 July -- The interesting twist that turned up in another dream was having me and Tim tied together back to back. Not really restricting our movement, just keeping us connected, able always to feel one another even though we're facing opposite directions, and Nancy is working on him and Keith on me -- we're all on our sides on a bed and there's not a lot of room but it's just a lot of sensation.
And in real life last night I hung out with Gus and we watched a movie and as always, I scratched his back and his front and more than usual I played with his nipple rings and got my whole body parallel to his, on his bed without much space between -- we can't really do that hanging out at my place because the couch and beds are all narrow. If I hadn't known he would have to deliver papers I might have more seriously considered making a more openly sexual move. But either the time of the month, the anti-depressant dosage change, or exposure to the scent and feel of another man renewed the libido and certainly the last of those is the most fun to play in one's mind.
30 September -- It's funny how I feel so much sexier when I've painted my nails. Such a little thing, particularly as I have the short nails of the typist and net-geek -- but it's just a bit of specialness, an adornment like jewelry but much less inclined to get in the way. My hand with the moment's metallic lavender nails against someone else's skin -- maybe Amelie's, since after reading the LiveJournal of whichever of Al's friends it was that Amelie played with last weekend and her mention of a "sweet little shaved pussy," I've become a lot more interested in Amelie. A bit of envy -- I can't quite imagine myself meeting two people and having sex with that same day, not in the real world, no matter how much I wanted to. And Amelie is so young! I never would know it except when subjects like our early computer experiences come up. But I find her sophistication fascinating even if she is barely legal -- it's seems like it's guys who I enjoy if they're innocent.
2 November -- Very sexual dreams the past few nights (and no time to get to Ed to work the edge off, not with his brother's wedding and all). One about Will, who I've barely thought of in years, and one where I was som sort of nanny to a rich family but meeting up with a boyfriend for sex whenever I could sneak the time. The going-to-sleep fantasies have still involved the site gathering/orgy, recently with Dave, blindfolded to avoid overstimulation of the sort he complained of when we were at the arcade (and to add, of course, to the intensity of the touch stimulations). Or giving Ron a blowjob with the instructions to "close your eyes and think of Britney."
2 December -- After watching Ed spend a long time giving Amelie a back- (and shoulder- and leg- and ear-) rub, I had a lot of fantasies about her last night. First I was the one giving her a back rub but there was conversation about how sometimes backrubs could be used as come-ons, and I started demonstrating the difference between plain old rubbing for relaxation and soft touching for stimulation, and whispering in her ear about what else I could do from where I was sitting behind her, like cup her breasts in my hands and moderately, gently, rub the nipples between thumb and forefinger, or move a hand down the front of her pants (presumably) to slide index and middle finger between her labia nad press the palm against her mons, all without her having to move.
Then the waking-up one involved putting the purple satin collar on her and tying her spread-eagled to the bed -- playing with her, taking a Polaroid of her lying there so open and delicious, and kneeling on top of her head -- I haven't been eaten out in that position in so long, since Fred.
30 December -- I've definitely been watching too much That '70s Show [in reruns] because I've been fantasizing about the character Hyde. (As usual, not the actor -- the character.) My fantasies have me as myself, 10 years older than Hyde, up in Wisconsin on a summer vacation from teaching here in Florida and running into that group of high school kids at that restaurant where they hand out and striking up a friendship. Being cynical and into music enough to particularly impress a 17-year-old in the '70s (where I have retroactive knowledge of trends, after all), Hyde and I get close and eventually start fucking. While he's by no means a virgin, I still have a lot more knowledge of things to try and we spend a lot of hours in bed together.
28 January -- The Hyde fantasy continues. I want him to fuck me doggy-style in my hypothetical apartment for the summer; I want to make out in his little basement bedroom. I even imagine talking to him about the other girls around, getting him to admit that he thinks Jackie's attractive and would fuck her if she would be quiet (I suggest a bondage/gag scenario.) I guess it appeals to me to be able to attract a character so much younger than I am (though the actor is only a few years younger than me).
Also been messing around on online communities since Al sent me an invite to that one, and looking at all the people on there I know of from other sites. So that's got Keith and Tim back in my brain since they're on there.
Chasing Amy was on TV this evening and it made me think about taking on two guys at once. Too bad Ed would most likely not go for it, since Gus made it pretty clear on New Year's Eve that he'd go for the three of us. But he and I had plenty of fun after Ed went to bed. I didn't really notice any sensation added by the ring in his cock (well, not for me).
3 February -- Amelie has exposed me to sufficient Buffy the Vampire Slayer, particularly that episode we watched last night with Oz and Cordelia discovering Willow and Xander mid-kiss, that while I was falling asleep last night my brain was trying to write Oz/Xander slash. That episode made me think of Xander as easily overwhelmed by feeling/sensation, and I had him with Oz in some sort of recording studio, me in the control booth (but the window between was one-way glass so they weren't aware of me). Xander was trying originally to talk and explain that he wasn't trying to steal Willow, but general horniness overwhelmed him and he started scooting closer and once Oz puts down the guitar to get serious talking done, Xander finally leans in and kisses him, and Oz is shocked as hell but also enjoying the sensation; he's such a sweet guy but not so inclined to be chivalrous with another guy as he is with Willow. Xander's hands are all over him and just like racing to find different places to touch, and pretty soon Oz's pants are around one ankle and Xander is between his thighs and I am watching squirming from the control room, so into the show, and Willow walks into the room with me. She gasps when she sees what's on the other side of the glass, but I grab her wrist and say, "They're enjoying themselves. I'm enjoying the show. I bet you would too." And she sits down next to me on the sofa and is pretty soon squirming too and trying not to caress herself.
Before Oz comes, Xander takes his mouth away, grabs some lube & condoms out of a backpack left where he was originally sitting, and tells Oz, "I want you to fuck me." Oz is a little hesitant but as Xander undresses, he agrees. I saw a lot of this from Oz's view -- he was really just about to come when Xander stopped sucking him and is thinking that he would really last about two strokes in Xander's ass, so he'll have to really work on Xander before. Oz puts lube on both his hands but uses only one to start slicking up the butt presented to him, first the whole area between the cheeks and then the outside of the hole. Then gradually he works a finger in, but with the other hand he's reached around to gently contact Xander's cock, and that touch really makes Xander shudder. Very slow moves against that cock, and very slowly working a second finger into his ass. When Oz decides Xander seems ready, he pulls out his fingers and puts his cockhead up to the crack between Xander's cheeks -- even that feeling is enough to make him feel on the edge of coming again, despite the cooling-off time he's had. He steels himself and slides his cock in in one measured push, but that's the extent of his self-control and immediately he's just rocking his hips back and forth as fast as he can, pushing Xander's cock up against his hand, and it's only about 10 seconds before his orgasm washes over him but it doesn't end there, his brain is too worked up by the sight and sound of Xander in front of him, until Xander is suddenly pushing himself forward, almost off the cock inside him but into Oz's hand for a few thrusts, until his come is running down his stomach and Oz's hand.
During this time Willow had gotten between my legs and started going down on me but I'm so engrossed in the show I hardly even look down at her.
25 February -- Not even damned libido-eating pills can combat the power of slash!
Basically, the story is that Simon's LiveJournal had a comment from a user going "Why are we dating?" in humorous comment on their different lifestyles, and her username just sounded really familiar, but I checked that it's not on any of the sites I frequent lately. So I looked at her journal and website and I think I must know the username from back when I read alt.tv.x-files.creative or somesuch, because she writes fanfic and slash in several fandoms (and this is both amusing and annoying because of the way Simon laughed at Star Trek erotic fanfic when I read it). But through her journal I discovered a couple of slash/fanfic communities, including one specializing in the Harry Potter universe. I wouldn't have believed that stuff could be so hot before I read it -- reading the actual Harry Potter books never turned me on. But, like X-Files, there's enough real conflict and tension between characters who think they're dealing with more than their own personal loves and hates to allow for some really intense stuff. If Amelie hadn't been coming over to watch Angel because their cable's out, I might have jumped on Ed as soon as I could wean myself from the computer. (And after she went home, he had to go to bed due to work tomorrow.) But the Harry/Draco and also a surprising number involving Snape are all swirling around in my head along wth my traditional fantasies (Tim's face buried in my crotch until I come all over his face and leave my scent in his beard; Keith in that open shirt over the sleeveless undershirt, pants around ankles, standing up to fuck me at the edge of the bed or table that I'm lying on). Time to get out the dildo. :)
26 February -- I once started a fanfic with myself as the new Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts. Never finished, but the idea came back to me last night in bed. As that prof, I come across Harry and Draco casting spells at each other in some public part of the school (with a small audience encouraging them) and since fighting is against the rules I give them detention in my classroom (though neither takes my class). That evening they show up and I give them boring books on Muggle science to read and abstract. All is quiet for a while and then I remember I have to pick up something from another prof's office -- I tell them I'll be gone just a bit and that they'd better not try any of that fighting -- anyway the Muggle Studies classroom doesn't allow anyone to use magic in it.
The errand takes longer than I thought, not being used to Hogwarts' moving staircases. Combing back I stride down the hall leading to my classroom -- the door is at the far end of the hall rather than where the room starts -- and into the room to see Harry grinding against Draco, who is sitting on the edge of a table with his hand up Harry's shirt. Neither of them sees me until I make a noise halfway between a gasp and a snort. They break apart instantly and none of us can think of anything to say for a moment.
Finally I shake my head ruefully and say "You all should do more of that and less public image. But go do it somewhere else besides my room. Detention over." The boys pause and then move as fast as they can out of the room without actually running; from partway down the hall I think I hear Harry say something about qualifying for the Room of Requirement at the moment.
In real life, I was very horny all day, luckily only five hours of work today, and aftr dinner (and a bit more slash online) I went and cuddled up to Ed in a very obvious way. So we had very energetic and wearing-out sex (I think I'll be in bed before 11 p.m., though I only got up at 11 a.m.) and I managed, after the condom was off, to get him to come in my hands rather than his own -- lots of lube, both hands, and sitting between his legs with his cock against my tits where my hands weren't around it. If the tension and head-thrown-back and all were any indication, it was a far more intense orgasm than when my arms get tired and he takes over. Gotta remember that.
2 April -- Planning Ed's birthday party this weekend. I was most disappointed when Gus called to say his fallen-through plans with his dad had come back to life and thus he wouldn't be able to make it to the party; this particularly disappointed me at first because it seemed that it made Amelie the only non-couple-member who would be there. But then I realized that's only on the surface: the true situation is Amelie and Ed are at least messing around; Ed and I live in sin; and Gus and I are also fuckbuddies. It makes the plain old monogamous couples invited seem cut off.
On a different note, I've started a LiveJournal account so I can post my Harry Potter-world fanfic smut to the communities specifically for it; it's www.livejournal.com/users/pedanticpervert. At this moment there are no stories posted there but I've got five unfinished ones I'm working on; at least one should be done in the next week so I can get in on the "Voyeurism Challenge" that one of the communities is having. Perhaps these challenges will continue sparking my imagination.
And Josie's Place needs a massive update, I know, since I haven't touched it in over a year. I'm thinking of doing future "Current Thoughts" through Blogger.com, so that instead of accumulating them until I've got a file of reasonable size as I have been, I can type them up individually, much sooner. (Added at posting time: I did start a weblog; it's at http://www.pedanticpervert.com/files/blog/.)
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