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I swear. True story.I’m a Dirty Whore
Posted on September 17, 2009I wanted to suck cock so badly tonight. I asked if I could suck E’s cock. I had before so it almost didn’t count. He was nice enough to come in my mouth.
Then a guy took me to his van. Yes, van. And his big thick cock fucked my pussy. It’ll fuck my ass soon.
But I so much have been wanting cock in my mouth. I so much want a cock to shove its way down my throat, hard. I love it when a guy fucks my mouth. When he grabs my hair and jams my face down on his cock. LOVE it.
Want a cock in my ass. Lots of lube. Sliding fingers into my ass until it’s nice and loose. Nice and slow. One finger, then two. Then a third from the other hand. Slow.
Then a third finger in my ass so the first two fingers of either hand are in my asshole, sliding in deeper and deeper. Until they pull open my ass nice and wide. Then I want a big cock to push past those fingers and thrust into my ass, hard.
I swear. True story.
2/20/90: A Diary Entry
Posted on September 16, 20096:12 pm
Didn’t even go to school on Friday because it snowed so I had a four day weekend. The electricity was out here so everything was quite boring. Had to work at the other Round Table was quite irritated because the place sucks. I wanted to spend the night over at Shannon’s Saturday but the lame-ass parents wouldn’t let me because they didn’t want me staying up ’til all hours of the night and then be cranky when [Sister] was here. So, because I was bored, I showed off how many push-ups I could to my parents. It was all quite stupid. So I went over to Shannon’s on Sunday night. Erica and I don’t even talk that much when we’re together so I’m glad we talk on the phone. So I got there around 10 pm and we went to sleep around 2 am. And then I woke up to shut the door (we had it open to get rid of the sex smell) because I was cold. I also had to check if I was bleeding (which, yippee, I wasn’t). But when I got back to bed, I couldn’t go to sleep with Erica right there so I started doing stuff to her, trying to wake her up. Just about nothing was working, not even giving a hickey. But I just layed [sic] there breathing and she woke up. She asked if I was all hot again and I said yes. So she went to fuck me again and I told her not to just do it to get it over with. She assured me that she wasn’t, but I knew the truth. (Oh well?) So eventually we got the handcuffs off the wall and we were going to have great fun w/her teasing until I begged but then she got tired and gave up. So she just fucked me, real hard. We got, well she got four fingers up to her thumb up me. (That’s how much she got in Juree and thought it was a big deal so I had to be at least as good.) I told her we’d work up to her thumb too and she said, no, that just wasn’t possible. (We’ll just have to see about that.) So I’m having a little trouble walking, what’s the big deal? Earlier she had done a real good job of teasing me and waited until I told her to before she did it. Then she did it so hard (because I wanted her to) that we both thought I’d be bleeding. (That’s when she said, “Everyone always bleeds when they have sex with me, except Amy, who I didn’t fuck very hard anyway.”) Well, I thought that was a great oppourtune [sic] time. She was thinking of Juree. She gave me the choice Thursday night to be back together with her if I know that she’s going to eventually want to be on her own to get on with her own life. So I agreed for some reason. Anyway, she ate me out again and at the same time was finger-fucking me. I was really wet (a lot to do with the time of the month) and I started getting some of my wetness on my fingers and having her lick them. Then she pulled her fingers out and I rubbed my hands all over hers and it was so wet and then I spread them all over her face and mouth. Then, just because I don’t think she’s ever done it before, I wanted her to kiss me right then. So I had to kiss her and I don’t think it was gross at all. I really thought I was bleeding because there was so much and it was so smooth. But then it wasn’t as thin as blood. So she said something like she hopes I tasted good. I do, thank you. That was the wettest I’ve ever gotten and it felt great. But after that I was really dry and we had to work on that again. I want to get out of control again. So last night after calling Erica and she being busy cutting Shannon’s hair. I heard Shannon say in the background that if it was Juree to let her talk to Katie. What, I’m not good enough to talk to Katie? So I suppose Juree was supposed to call last night and probably did. Oh well. I called DJ and told her the situation. She tells me I’m thinking with my ovaries and I’m a bank that keeps getting withdrawals but no deposits. I keep giving so much and pretty soon my bank isn’t going to have anything left in it. Look how much I was hurt by Jill and we were only friends. So I’m giving so much and not getting anything out of it. But I’m afraid to be alone. So I think I’m just together for the sex and she can go off for whatever she wants and so can I. Like right now it’s 8:30 pm and she hasn’t even tried to call and I’m afraid to call because it’ll probably be busy ’cause she’s talking to Juree. So I guess I’ll go try and set up disappointment.
Just talked to Erica. She had to go eat and pick up her paycheck and then she’ll call me back. Why doesn’t she stop by here and say howdy? But I guess I can understand that It’d be a little funny looking. But she didn’t even suggest it. I told her I was cool, that no matter what happened, it would be alright. And I truly do believe that’s true. I guess I can handle just sex, I think.. Though DJ said she couldn’t. Poor Amy is depressed because she won’t be able to see Juree until we all graduate. But Juree doesn’t want a relationship and wants to be able to get on with her life. She just feels sort of eh about Amy. So I guess Erica’s the same about me but oh well. For some reason today in the darkroom during sixth today I wanted to kiss Amy. I’ll find some way to convince her that Juree just isn’t worth it. Now I feel like some ho, like before all this happened but it has all happened.
Erica and Shannon came over just for a visit. I love surprises and that was really nice. She said she was worried about me saying over the phone that I wouldn’t see her tomorrow. So I feel like I can’t just go away.
Tomorrow I have to dress differently for lifeskills. All day I’m supposed to act like there’s nothing different at all and I’m not supposed to tell anyone. But when Erica and Shannon came over, my hair was curled and I had purple eye liner on. So I told them and because I’m going to do it all the way –too much make-up, pink Guess? sweatshirt, etc., they’re trying to beg me not to. I feel really bad for saying anything because now it won’t be the same. Erica says she doesn’t want to be seen with me. I guess on Thursday we’ll talk about others’ reactions. I wonder if anyone else
What Happened in Vegas, Went to Omaha (Part 1)
Posted on September 15, 2009In April 2004 I went to Las Vegas with two friends, Sally and Vicky (not their real names). I love Las Vegas but can’t stay there more than two nights because I run out of money and get myself into trouble.
Sally and Vicky were both sun worshipers. I am not. I wear at least spf 25 on a daily basis. When I’m in a sunny clime I wear spf 50, at minimum, with frequent reapplication when I’m in the shade. Both Sally and Vicky made fun of me, but I didn’t get burned, something that’s inevitable with my skin if I’m not constantly diligent.
But I love the sun and the heat. Love it. Napping in the sun is one of the world’s most democratic pleasures. We hung by the pool a lot, when the sun was up.
Once the sun went down we gambled. We went to the Strip’s cheapest casinos where we’d ensconce ourselves at a black jack table early enough that the minimum bet was $3. Then we’d stay at the same table when the minimum was increased, but due to our early arrival our $3 minimum bet was grandfathered in for us only. Sadly, casinos no longer practice this nicety.

Sally, Vicky, and I played a lot of black jack. On that trip we barely ate because we were so occupied with sunning and gambling.
Sally’s black jack strategy meant she never hit if there was any possible way she could bust no matter what the dealer was showing. This irritated the table’s other occupants to no end, but she refused to change her approach.
Vicky’s tactic was to not count her chips. When she won she’d only scoop her chips into her general area. She did not stack them in any way, and when Sally and/or I suggested she should organize them she completely dismissed our advice, told us to shut the fuck up, and gazed lovingly at her haphazard pile.
My black jack deal was (and is) to sit at third base. I did this for a couple of reasons: to give me time to count so I could figure out whether to hit (because I followed the more traditional rules of hitting or staying of blackjack, unlike Sally) and so I knew I wasn’t fucking up anyone else’s game. Also, when I acquired a black chip (worth $100 US) I’d squirrel it away in my pocket.
One night the three of us stayed at a table for at least eight hours. Ridiculous. We were all good at chatting with the various dealers and pit bosses, and our fellow gamblers. Almost without exception the initial question to any new player was inquiry into his home town. And almost without exception the next question to any new player was inquiry into the hotel in which she was staying.
A couple of guys who sat down at our table told us they were from Omaha, Nebraska. I was proud to say I was from San Francisco, and really glad I didn’t have to live in the Midwest. (Yes, I know I’m an asshole.)
We had been drinking free casino drinks for hours, and hadn’t eaten since we arrived at the casino. Additionally, I get a little high from gambling, which is why I limit my gambling to Las Vegas only; it could easily become a problem for me.
When I’m drunksies and high I am very flirty. I was flirting with dealers. I flirted with the pit boss with a horrible tan. I flirted with the guys from Omaha.
It had been years since the first trip to Thailand (“Smooth as Silk“) and I had been trying really hard to be a good and faithful wife. I limited my flirting. I didn’t look at men much at all, out of respect for my husband. I tried, for years, to be the kind of wife I thought I was supposed to be.
But flirting is harmless, and the Ex wasn’t around on the girls’ trip to Vegas.
I swear. True story.
[To be continued.]
2/15/90: A Diary Entry
Posted on September 14, 2009She can’t decide between the two of us because she loves her too much to be with just me and loves me too much to be with just her. So she’s not going to be with either of us while at the same time being with both of us. What if Juree says no? But Erica said she knows how much Juree loves her because of the way she acted when she was there last weekend which was the same as this summer. I keep thinking that maybe if this weekend hadn’t have happened that she wouldn’t have not been able to choose. But I know that it would have happened eventually. It’s better to have it done now so I’m not under any disillusions [sic]. She was going through all this stuff before but either wouldn’t admit it to me or didn’t know yet herself. I can’t just stop everything with her though because I depend on her for so much. so I guess I’ll just let it be because that’s all I can do. And pretty soon I’ll get over it, or just learn to deal with it and relax. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. I don’t want to graduate and go away and leave her so she can have Juree easier.
1:46 pm
I have three classes with Beth and I get to look at her and her cheekbones. I feel like just staring at her. But I’m afraid we’ll make eye contact and she’ll wonder what I’m thinking because I don’t just look at her, I look at her.
3:43 pm
I’m at a drama try-out because the part is a drunken nymphomaniac.
I swear. True story.
Posted on September 13, 2009I’m not a consumer of porn. I swear. True story.
I’ve nothing against porn, have been PA on porn sets, and even won a free membership to Kink.com’s Everything Butt site because of my ass, so I fully support porn, I just don’t happen to like it all that much.
Problem is I get hyper-critical. I notice razor burn, and ass pimples, and douchey hair, and shitty catchphrases, and faked orgasms, and wrinkled sheets, and tacky sets. Which don’t make for sexy times for the most part.
But I’ve recently been on a porn sets, and they’re fucking hot. What was hot was that the talent (as in-front-of-the-camera porn folk are called) were clearly into each other; that they most definitely had real, unassisted-by-pharmaceuticals orgasms; and that they were sexy, intelligent people. And the behind-the-scenes folk are damn cool too.
Or maybe I’ve just lucked out because my porn set attendance has been in San Francisco. I’ve not yet seen surgically enhanced breasts or evidence of misuse of medication intended to treat erectile dysfunction, and not one person appeared to be under the influence of anything stronger than caffeine.
Oh yeah, and everyone, without exception, is really very nice. Then there are the cocks and the pussies — also very nice.
Two Words.
Posted on September 12, 2009Porn set.
2/14/90: A Diary Entry
Posted on September 11, 20098:50 am
It’s puke day and I want to die. Last night I talked to Erica and I told her to choose between me and Juree. (Juree’s not going to San Diego, she’s staying in Sacramento, probably just to try to kill me.) Erica knows she can’t make me happy so she’s at least not under any grand disillisions [sic]. So I told her I can’t even be her friend. It would hurt too much to see her happy with someone else and I can feel myself being able to do something really crazy or violent. Then I found myself saying stuff I don’t know if I meant but it was to the tune of just forget about me and go for her. But then she said now who’s leaving who. She says she can’t live w/o me ’cause I keep her sane. So then she freaked out. She got what she wanted though, for me to tell her I’d always be here. She’s very manipulative but at least I’m not getting pulled in without knowing that. When I say freaked out I mean freaked out — she couldn’t talk very well (she was stuttering quite badly), she was having trouble moving, and she was saying how she didn’t want to be alive tomorrow (that would be today). I was afraid she was going to hurt herself so I had to get her to wake up Shannon. I was manipulative also.
11:40 am
I’ve talked to Mr. H and he’s told me to do exactly (not told me what to do but told me what he’d do) what I tried to do. He would tell his wife to go with the other guy because he would want her to be happy. He says that I should give her a deadline to make a decision. But then I told her last night that I wouldn’t make her choose. But I’m not some little girl high school idiot so I’ll just have to do it. She can get over me because she’s got her little Juree. But then Amy’s disillusioned too. Oh well. I just have a problem with my logic when I see her. Oh and I was told that we’re the same in bed. That she doesn’t get off any more with either of us. Well, that really boots [sic] my confidence. I know what I have to do so why can’t I do it? But then she says she needs me and that pulls on my heart strings. So I guess I’ll just be hurt. I’ve tried everything I know how and it’s just not worth it any longer. I can’t handle the pain anymore.

