| Saturday, January 8th, 2005 |
| 10:14 am |
The other day I heard a song by LL Cool J called "Doin' It" and it made me think of how excited that song got me when I was younger. I think it was just the anticipation of being in a situation like that, since that was a little bit before my time. I do remember holding hands with a certain someone when that song came on, and wondering where things were going to go about five seconds before we began a heavy makeout session. The memories live on. |
| Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004 |
| 8:27 pm |
I wish I wsn't going to be alone this Christmas. Cold steel handcuffs are no use alone, the hot sting of leather tongues isn't going to happen without a partner, and these piles of latex goodies serve no purpose for a single gal. |
| Tuesday, December 21st, 2004 |
| 9:32 pm |
To be continued
And with one arm, he scooper her towards him as she dropped her keys to the floor. Individual warmth became collective warmth as tongues explored one another and hands traded passes back and forth upon clothing that quickly yielded to flesh beneath... |
| Monday, December 20th, 2004 |
| 12:58 am |
And now my current neighbors are going at it. Surely they must know the walls are thin. Why then, do they persist in this activity? Do they know I can hear? Do they want me to know? Maybe someday I will have the courage to ask. |
| Tuesday, December 14th, 2004 |
| 9:41 pm |
Yesterday, I rented a DVD with my boobs. I shit you not. |
| Monday, December 13th, 2004 |
| 8:15 pm |
Have I mentioned how I used to hear the neighbors get it on all the time? At the tender age of fifteen, there isn't much out there that is more exciting than that. |