SEX! ... and other things, but mostly sex.

I'm just to write and see where it takes me.

Hmm, lets start with my weekend.

Saw that Ashton Kutcher movie... The butterfly effect. If you're not into animal abuse, kiddie porn or bad acting, don't go see it. Otherwise, it's totally oscar worthy.

Ashton is easy on my eyes though, so somehow I got through it. Oh, and come on, when he had his hair slicked back witht that suit on at the end of the movie... he was fucking sex-ay. I'm not big on dark brown hair, but I dig that hair length, and besides... he's a good looking motherfucker. I also think his mouth is pretty. Yeah, Ashton kutcher has a pretty mouth. His lips don't look very kissable, but I'm sure I'd manage if given the opportunity. As sexy as Ashton Kutcher is, he's not a very good actor. He's still a little dry, and overacts in dramatic scenes. I'm sure with time he'll grow into dramatic roles, but at this point, he'd be better off looking for that 70's car, dude.

Other sexy things... I think I'm slowly finding that my navel is an erogonous zone. Seriously. I (apperently) have an abnormally large navel, and for whatever reason Frank is facinated by it. His belly button is normal-- tiny and taught. Mine is a gaping 1" wide and 1" deep chasam that he's discribed as an "alternate vagina" or something of that nature. I'm not going to go into too much detail, but I kinda get turned on by a gentle touch in there.

Not to the point of orgasam (Puh-leese), but it's a turn on. It has to be delicate though, because I'm tickleish in my navel. Heh.

So I'm feeling mighty sexy today. I have a thong inbetween my butt cheeks, and lately that's been kind of a turn on too. Especially since my internal phyisican stuck her lubed finger gently into my asshole, and I had to fake displeasure while she prodded around inside my body.

One day I'm going to venture to stick a vibrator in there, and see what happens. I'm almost positive that it'll be an instant, intense orgasam, because I tell ya, boy. Whoo. One finger in that hole does crazy things to my body. Damn. I don't think I've EVER come like that before, and I really mean that.

Okay, I haven't written anything this perverted in a couple of months. I miss this stuff.

I haven't been enjoying masturbation as much lately. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that I recently got my teeth out and my body needs to fill another hole to compensate, or if it's just another weird sexual phase for me. Sex, like you know... with another person, still has the same wipe me out, "oh my gawd I can't walk right now" effect, but that pink peice of plastic really isn't doing it for me. I think it's the emotional side of sex that's missing. This week I've been a little on the emotional side (not like crazy raging harmones emotional, but just getting in touch with myself my past and my inner spirit kinda shit) and that could be part of why fucking myself with a hollow tube of cold plastic isn't satisfying. I mean there's never anything that really compairs to a good healthy fuck with my bofyriend, but the real matter here is that I used to be satisfied with just a quick 1-2 from the vibrator when the need to get off struck me, but now I'm kind of left wanting more.

I don't think it's the orgasams that I'm lacking, because I still have what I would consider to be a normal amount of orgasams when I masturbate with the vibrator. Perhaps it's the flesh. There's nothing there to reach out to and grab, no one to nibble on... no ear to breathe into softly, no hair to smell, and no face to look up at when you're mastubating on a solo ship. There's no one examining my breasts, or touching my thighs or running fingers down my back. It's a bummer, man.

So today I'm a little sexually frustrated because I haven't really gotten -off- since the last time we had sex, and that was like, friday? Yeah, friday. I hope I'm not going through that thing I went through a while back where I had a serious NEED for sex. Like it wasn't just to get off, it was like a part of me needed to fuck to relieve the day's frustrations, to be at peace. Like my soul needed sex to re-charge.

Well, I'm sure I'll get very little argument about recharging, but seriously, this is kind of weird, because it was sudden. I think it's because we hadn't had sex for like more than a week and a half. My body's like, "Yo bitch, you know what I NEED... gimme the stuff."

I'm going to take a lunch break to grab a starbucks hot chocolate. I'm tired of writing about sex and still feeling horny. Damnit.

Love and adoration,

pam