Pothead Roommate = Pornstar Roommate

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Woe is Me

I just got home from having strangers stick their fingers and cold metal things up my vag, AKA the OB/GYN for a PAP smear. The hospital I go to for it is connected with a local medical school, so they have students and interns watch or do procedures under supervision. They had to wiggle around the speculum a great many times because my insides are weird, but beyond that I just stared calmly up at the light, which had a boring picture of hot air balloons over it. The doctor said, "You are so calm, cool, and collected! Thank you so much!" It must have been those hypnotizing hot air balloons.

I'm really hoping to get some quality time with the man in my life. This weekend was a no-go, everything is a no-go, I'm sad and hopeful.

Too Good

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This is What I Get for Having the Hottest Guy Around

I caught up with Ninja on AIM this morning.

He told me his new circle of friends thinks he's an asshole, because he was flirting with a chick who started trying to hook up with him. He informed her of, well, me and I guess that came as a bad surprise.

So, later, I asked if he wanted to hook up with me. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

He said he wanted to but couldn't. Too much work.

Don't marriages get like this? Hmf!

A Bad Spell

With midterms I've not been getting much attention. AKA haven't seen Ninja since last Sunday. I only went boxing once last week! Pitiful.

Masturbating has been pretty damn annoying, too. I lay down, assemble formation... and fall asleep or for some mental reason can't get into it.

It's always a bad sign when my drive gets that low. To be honest I can't really think of the last time this has happened. My body just doesn't respond, and I'm lazy.

But I still really want to cum.

It's time for some porn.

Yeah, it's useful when I need it, or want it. Finding good stuff is kind of difficult, though. I only go to free clip sites, and the only time I've ever had porn on my computer was when I was browsing network folders at home and found myself trapped in a huuuuge folder of... all sorts of things. Why they were on the network, I have no idea. Nor do I want to know if it was my brother's stash, father's stash.. or worse.. their stash.

Ew.

Elusive Orgasms

We were crunched between my wall and spooning when he started playing with my clit. Ooh. "You close? You gonna cum all over my cock?"

Those naughty words, they drive me crazy. The thing is... I'd never done it.

WHAT?!

Confused? That's right, I am one of the most knowledgable about the fact that sex isn't all about orgasms. Sure, I masturbate to high heaven. But I haven't ever cum from sex. Not oral, not PIV, nothin'. Up until last Sunday, I'd only masturbated in the presence of Ninja once before (though he's the owner of a couple videos from when we were a LDR).

It seems odd. It even strikes me as odd. We've been together well over a year and a half and he'd only once seen my O-face. Almost appalling, right?

But no, it's not. It doesn't bother me. He makes me feel the most amazing things and tries, tries, tries--it just doesn't happen. And that's totally okay, because I still can't keep from moaning.

But this time, after his hand got tired, he placed mine there. What, he was serious?

Well, it's not like I don't want to cum. So I started rubbing.. and god damn did it take forever! I can sometimes get myself off in under two minutes (the so-called "two minute method") but part of the "problem" with sex is that it feels so different. It gets me swollen and wet like crazy, and when I play with myself I just don't get that way. So it took probably upwards of a half an hour.

During that time we adjusted our position, and I got anxious and embarassed that it was taking forever and he would fall asleep on me (three orgasms would do that to me, too) but he assured me to do it, do it, do it. So I got comfortable...

It ebbed and flowed.. closer.. farther away... a distraction and I'd set myself back a couple rounds. But eventually I felt the tightening, tingling of pre-orgasm and Ninja snapped to attention and put himself inside me again. Oh, that felt extra-good.

And then I came and it was good and I felt amazing and then he started in and out and it felt SO GOOD. I had a passing thought about my roommates, if any were home I pitied them.

So, hey. I got three hours of loving, and had an orgasm. And he gave me a hickey, too. Right on my neck. It's faded by now... no one said anything... thank god. What am I, 12?

Unfortunately, though, we're going on another week without attention. Here's hoping this cycle breaks.

With Roommates Around

Mmm, morning autosex for fourty-five-plus minutes. My stamina is admirable.

I woke up early this morning, 8am. I did the morning duties in my robe, and decided I didn't yet want to start on the ominous essay I have looming over my head. Prior to falling asleep last night (with some sexy music playing) I started to play with myself... only to, you know, fall asleep. As such, I had unfinished business to do.

Back to bed I went, and thus commenced the foreplay. It was going pretty damn good with a nice fantasy unwinding when I heard something other than the footsteps of the elephants upstairs. A certain rhythmic bed rocking. Brat Roommate already was fucking her new man? I haven't even met the guy yet; they went out on a date last weekend I think.

But really, all this meant was that I was bothered by the fact that they were fucking while I was simply trying to do the same in the other dimension (the dimension that bans all homework and adult duties other than sexing). Listening to my roommates fuck is not a turn on, mostly because Brat Roommate in particular sounds like a goat in the process of getting strangled. I toned down my handy work and maintained my arousal by stuffing my head in my pillow and seeing hot things in my mind until I heard the last of the goat bleeting and bed rocking. Please, please let it be over soon...

My fingers started strumming again when... damn it, they're going for round two. Rinse, repeat.

At least we're in separate rooms, now. Brat Roommate and I used to share a room in the residence last year, and I slept with my iPod every evening she spent with a guy to try to block out their incessant goat-fucking. That didn't stop her then-boyfriend from drunkenly, mistakenly, nakedly trying to get into my bed one night, but it helped me last the year.

There Are Other Things

After spending my day with my friend London, Ninja brought over some fish for me to pop in the oven and we had a fairly long-awaited night together. It was off to a late start, so the movie part of the date was out. That just means we'll have to go out some time this week, though, right?

"I hope you don't mind that I'm going to fuck your brains out all night," he said in his suave tone. He just uses the right words, doesn't he? Don't even get me started by his oh-so-strategic use of the term "pee-pee." By the way; no, I don't mind at all.

The night progressed and he had a headache and got grouchy. He grabbed my tit and sketched it out for homework... but that was all the de-braining I got of the evening. He apologized, and of course it was okay. I do keep him around for more than one reason, don't you know!

Didn't mean I didn't try to tempt him by trailing my hanging breasts across his chest as I snaked across his body to lay beside him. But he was true to his word, and I helped him finish his homework and was sedated by the feeling of his body under my covers. I got snuggles, kisses, and happiness. It was a sweet, comfortable night.

There's I O U waiting for me though...!

Lets Break the Bed

Classes make me want to hang myself, and everyone else has been having a rough go of things as well. I even went a few days without playing with myself. I'd get into bed, get all cozied up, spread my legs... and fall asleep.

But that didn't last too long.

Relationship-wise, things have become erratic. I spent the night with Ninja a week ago, and we've gone boxing once or twice. (You have no idea how much I just want to push him in someone's dark driveway and fuck him. It would be a great warm-up, right?) Contact is at a minimum but it is becoming less frustrating; the only thing I can do is care less. That sounds harsher than it is.

It's not all shades of gray, though. Tuesday was pretty fun. I was merrily typing away at an application when Ninja IMed asking if I'd like to take a break. Well, duh. So I typed faster and we had about an hour to enjoy each other's company before I had to be at work.

Quickies are fun and awesome, but I really am starting to miss the longer sessions. I miss giving him three orgasms, I miss trying to get to my own. I don't like to because it will take forever, and we just don't have forever anymore.

Not that I'm ungrateful for his genius idea, however... nor am I ungrateful for the fact that I said "no, no, no!" but he still went "yes, yes, yes!" and took me from behind, standing.

Today I was zombified, sitting in my robe doing homework, when the doorbell rang. It was Ninja! Life came back to me. He came in to surprise me, shivering, begging me to curl up in bed. I was pissed about some rude business at his hand the night prior, but I certainly couldn't let the boy remain cold.

So, as it goes, I was riding him on top, tits bouncing in his face, hands on my headboard, when I noticed the squeaking of my bed. I paused and said, "There is something I want to do before I die."

"What's that?"

"I want to break a bed," I replied. He laughed and said he was thinking the very same thing, "Lets break this bed!" Well, no, this is my ancient bed, and I need it.

So it's been arranged that the last day before he moves out of the dorms, we're going to try to break his bed. I don't really know how we'd do that, but it'll be fun trying. We'd better not forget about this. I want to experience bed-breaking sex.

There's no telling when I'll get my lovin's next. I hate that... but I did like the surprise today. I've got my fingers crossed.

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