Archive for the ‘thoughts’ Category

I like curve. I like a cock that hits my g-spot and I don’t care if it ever touches my clit. I’d think a 4 incher could do that fine. Sometimes I like to feel full. Short and thick is great for that. Sometimes I want deep. Clearly, longer is better on that one. But there’s tons of different ways to make one man’s cock fill all those different needs.


fired.

18Sep08

I’ve been fired. Or dumped. Whatever you want to call it, it happened to me. And I don’t care in the least, or at least only for purely selfish reasons. The boy in question: Homeboy. I know, I know. It’s sad and the end of an era, but I saw it coming. He told me […]


I love sucking Homeboy’s dick. He’s perfectly shaped — not too thick or thin and not too long or short. It fits perfectly in my mouth, my lips flush against his abdoment. And he responds perfectly. He moans on cue and entwines my hair in his fingers. Every time I whip my tongue, he shudders […]


The serenity that I felt a few days ago is completely gone. I’m filled with an inner turmoil that I don’t know how to reconcile. My time in New York City has been better than anything I’d ever imagined. I’ve fallen in love harder than I ever have before and I feel an overwhelming, tight […]


Blogging changes people. I does some people loads of good and turns others into mindless numbfucks who spend too much time writing about themselves and not enough time examining what that says about them. I blog because I love to write. I love to write, and I’m decent at it and it’s a hobby I […]


The staying power of this relationship is extraordinary. I stare at him from across the room and I’m overcome with lust. He touches me and I get butterflies and goosebumps and I melt. I remember a year ago, when he would lean over and kiss me and I would get hot and faint. I’d have […]


a haiku.

17Jun08

And now drunk again Quiet, full of desire Waiting. Squirming. Hot.


meta musings.

15Jun08

I can’t sleep. I woke up at seven, hazy and delirious and itchy as hell. I slept at his place again, and he’s balled up and dreaming. I counted his breaths earlier, trying to lose myself in the rhythm of it and drop off to sleep, but to no avail. I’m a horrible sleeper. He […]


admission #3.

27May08

My first few days in NYC have left me feeling very unsettled and confused, not to mention lonely. I’m in strange spirits right now, so I’m leery about posting any updates about my status with him and me or how I feel about anything. I feel more like having some violent sex — something to […]


random musings.

23May08

I’m stuck in that insatiable phase of the month. I wake up dripping, I go to bed dripping. Sometimes in between I pleasure myself. It’s strange how my entire identity revolves so much around sex. Even when I’m doing something as mundane as folding laundry or reading as I cross-country-ski at the gym I’m thinking […]