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I can't believe it's almost May already. It seems like just yesterday it was the cold, dreary middle of winter, but now spring is in full bloom, and love, or maybe just lust, is in the air.
This weekend was somewhat of a blur, but I can definitely tell you what I do remember about it. On Saturday night, I went with some of my girlfriends down to a local dive. You've got to love ladies' night. I saw this beautiful girl with long, wavy red hair, and I knew that I had found someone interesting. I started to chat her up, and I found out that she had been in one of my philosophy classes a few years back. I got her number and some long, steamy stares, which were more than enough to last me the weekend.
I'm very much hoping that I'll have someone in my bed (or somewhere else) sometime soon...especially after all of that sexual tension. You guys will be the first to know. ;-)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
April 23, 2009
Another day, another stream of seemingly random events...
It seems like this term is never going to end. I have a bunch of reports and exams to finish, so it seemed only right that I should find something to relieve my stress...
I went with my sister to a party at North Quad last night, and while it wasn't nearly as wild as a weekend party, it was exactly what I was looking for that night. I was having a good time, hanging out with my friends, and I figured that nothing would happen that was out of the ordinary. Then I saw Matt.
I've known Matt since first year, and while I've always known he was a stone-cold fox, I never figured it would go anywhere serious. We've had a few flings over the years, but he's not exactly the relationship type of guy. The chemistry between us is amazing though, so I always wind up coming back for more. One look at Matt, and I knew that it was going to be one of those nights.
I walked over to Matt, trying to play it cool and casual, but every time I looked at him, it was like seeing his hot, naked body, and I felt a rush of remembrance through my body. We talked about everything and nothing for a while, but when he gently touched my hand, I felt that same surge of electricity throughout my body. I looked at him, and we both knew what we needed.
We couldn't get to my room fast enough. Once we shut the door, he pushed me up against the door and kissed me fiercely. It was a hungry kiss, and I felt like a steak that was being devoured by a ravenous dog. He lifted up my dress and pulled it off, as I pulled off his shirt and fumbled with his belt buckle. We moved over to the bed, and we ran our hands over each other, every curve warm and familiar. I could feel the heat from his rock-hard chest pressing onto my breasts, and I grabbed his body and held it close to mine. Then I moved my hands down to his member, and I guided him inside me.
Every movement gave us a rush of pleasure, and it was as though two puzzle pieces had finally fi together. I moaned in pleasure as he moved in and out of me. I ran my fingers up and down his back, and I leaned into him and told him to lie down on the bed. I got on top of him, and slowly lowered myself on top of him. I knew he loved it when I rode him slowly, because he got to enjoy every inch of my body, both in tactile sensation and in the fantastic view. I brought his closer and closer to climax, but right before, I stopped moving all together and leaned forward toward him. I kissed him, softly and tenderly, and then I moved my mouth to his chest and began to bite his chest. I knew how much that drove him wild, and how I was the only person who knew to press that button. He had always told me that the pain triggered a rush of endorphins, so the harder I bit him, the more sublime the pain was. I gave him plently of bruises, and then I rode him until he climaxed. I stopped right at the last second so I could feel him come inside me; that was always my favorite feeling. It's almost like feeling the life force of the man pulsing, racing faster and entering you like a tidal wave. When he was finished, he pulled me close to him, and whispered, "Now it's your turn."
He laid me down on the bed, spread my legs open, and went to work. He always knew how to get me there faster than any man I had ever been with, and even faster than some women. He gently inserted a single finger inside me, feeling around every crevice, then added a second, and then a third finger. He started moving inside me, slowly at first, until I begged him to go faster and harder. Finally, when he was pounding inside me like a jackhammer, he used his other hand to rub me until I couldn't take any more. That night, I came four times. He always did know how to get a rise out of me.
As I awoke this morning, I ran my fingers through Matt's blonde hair as he slept, as though I was trying to convince myself that he was really there. I thought about all the times we had been together before, and a smile came to my face. The sex with Matt was always mind-blowing, but could there really be a relationship betwen us? I knew that even if I wanted to, I couldn't stay faithful to one man, or to one woman. I kissed Matt awake, and told him that I was going to be late for class, so he should probably get going. I didn't have class, of course. I just couldn't take the thoughts of relationships and happily ever afters in my head. As he got dressed, he turned to look at me, and I thought I saw a glimmer of something. I just don't know what it was.
When I did finally go to class, I realized how much work I had to do, since I hadn't done any of it last night. Oh well. It was so worth it.
It seems like this term is never going to end. I have a bunch of reports and exams to finish, so it seemed only right that I should find something to relieve my stress...
I went with my sister to a party at North Quad last night, and while it wasn't nearly as wild as a weekend party, it was exactly what I was looking for that night. I was having a good time, hanging out with my friends, and I figured that nothing would happen that was out of the ordinary. Then I saw Matt.
I've known Matt since first year, and while I've always known he was a stone-cold fox, I never figured it would go anywhere serious. We've had a few flings over the years, but he's not exactly the relationship type of guy. The chemistry between us is amazing though, so I always wind up coming back for more. One look at Matt, and I knew that it was going to be one of those nights.
I walked over to Matt, trying to play it cool and casual, but every time I looked at him, it was like seeing his hot, naked body, and I felt a rush of remembrance through my body. We talked about everything and nothing for a while, but when he gently touched my hand, I felt that same surge of electricity throughout my body. I looked at him, and we both knew what we needed.
We couldn't get to my room fast enough. Once we shut the door, he pushed me up against the door and kissed me fiercely. It was a hungry kiss, and I felt like a steak that was being devoured by a ravenous dog. He lifted up my dress and pulled it off, as I pulled off his shirt and fumbled with his belt buckle. We moved over to the bed, and we ran our hands over each other, every curve warm and familiar. I could feel the heat from his rock-hard chest pressing onto my breasts, and I grabbed his body and held it close to mine. Then I moved my hands down to his member, and I guided him inside me.
Every movement gave us a rush of pleasure, and it was as though two puzzle pieces had finally fi together. I moaned in pleasure as he moved in and out of me. I ran my fingers up and down his back, and I leaned into him and told him to lie down on the bed. I got on top of him, and slowly lowered myself on top of him. I knew he loved it when I rode him slowly, because he got to enjoy every inch of my body, both in tactile sensation and in the fantastic view. I brought his closer and closer to climax, but right before, I stopped moving all together and leaned forward toward him. I kissed him, softly and tenderly, and then I moved my mouth to his chest and began to bite his chest. I knew how much that drove him wild, and how I was the only person who knew to press that button. He had always told me that the pain triggered a rush of endorphins, so the harder I bit him, the more sublime the pain was. I gave him plently of bruises, and then I rode him until he climaxed. I stopped right at the last second so I could feel him come inside me; that was always my favorite feeling. It's almost like feeling the life force of the man pulsing, racing faster and entering you like a tidal wave. When he was finished, he pulled me close to him, and whispered, "Now it's your turn."
He laid me down on the bed, spread my legs open, and went to work. He always knew how to get me there faster than any man I had ever been with, and even faster than some women. He gently inserted a single finger inside me, feeling around every crevice, then added a second, and then a third finger. He started moving inside me, slowly at first, until I begged him to go faster and harder. Finally, when he was pounding inside me like a jackhammer, he used his other hand to rub me until I couldn't take any more. That night, I came four times. He always did know how to get a rise out of me.
As I awoke this morning, I ran my fingers through Matt's blonde hair as he slept, as though I was trying to convince myself that he was really there. I thought about all the times we had been together before, and a smile came to my face. The sex with Matt was always mind-blowing, but could there really be a relationship betwen us? I knew that even if I wanted to, I couldn't stay faithful to one man, or to one woman. I kissed Matt awake, and told him that I was going to be late for class, so he should probably get going. I didn't have class, of course. I just couldn't take the thoughts of relationships and happily ever afters in my head. As he got dressed, he turned to look at me, and I thought I saw a glimmer of something. I just don't know what it was.
When I did finally go to class, I realized how much work I had to do, since I hadn't done any of it last night. Oh well. It was so worth it.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
April 21, 2009
Hi, my name is Grace, and this is my life.
I've decided to open up my life to everyone, so people can see exactly what goes on in the life of a young American adult. I'll tell you everything that happens to me, including every juicy detail. Here, nothing is off-limits.
First things first: while I'll give all the details about my life, I have to change names and some small details to protect privacy. I don't want to end up in a lawsuit, especially in this economy.
Here's what I can tell you: I go to a small, private college in Southern California. I'm twenty years old, and I work as a paramedic when I'm not in classes. I'm openly bisexual, and I have relationships equally with both men and women. While I'm not seeing anyone in particular at the moment, that doesn't mean that my bed is empty for long.
In this blog, I'll give you all the details about my life, my loves, and everything else, and you can believe that there will be no stone left unturned.
I've decided to open up my life to everyone, so people can see exactly what goes on in the life of a young American adult. I'll tell you everything that happens to me, including every juicy detail. Here, nothing is off-limits.
First things first: while I'll give all the details about my life, I have to change names and some small details to protect privacy. I don't want to end up in a lawsuit, especially in this economy.
Here's what I can tell you: I go to a small, private college in Southern California. I'm twenty years old, and I work as a paramedic when I'm not in classes. I'm openly bisexual, and I have relationships equally with both men and women. While I'm not seeing anyone in particular at the moment, that doesn't mean that my bed is empty for long.
In this blog, I'll give you all the details about my life, my loves, and everything else, and you can believe that there will be no stone left unturned.
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