A Bump in the Night

There are many pleasures to sharing a bed with your lover. I love that sometimes I'll wake in the night and adjust myself, and Ninja will accomodate me and wrap his arms around me, hold me, snug up against me. I like to watch his face, and notice the light on his body, and how the blankets wrinkle around him. I enjoy feeling the hollows and bulges of our bodies and where our skin meets and separates.

Sometime during the night I was laying on my side and I felt his hand on my hip. He was pushing himself against me, and my body was already reacting. Tremors, trembling, heat. I don't know why, but being woken up for sex is one of my favourite things. Like, favourite favourite.

He rolled on top of me and did me good as I layed on my belly, 'til he whispered if I wanted to be on top. Ugh, forcing me to regain my body so as to reposition myself -- but, of course! We rolled over and some fun hip action brought his orgasm.

That was fun. There was something that I felt which I hadn't felt in a while. Just an extra inch of passion, I suppose it might have been.

That hickey he gave me is finally almost gone. It's an interesting souvenir, a mark of ownership and a memoir of togetherness.

Have a good Thanksgiving, y'all. Ninja will be coming over - snickered that we could have sex on the countertops because all of my roommates are gone. Of course that would be a bad idea (we have a mouse army) but there's that little part of me that would do just about everything, anywhere, any time.

But, really, I'm just a normal shy girl.

Waiting for Boyfriend

Ninja will be coming over soon. I haven't seen him substantially in over a week, and nearly two since the last time I saw him naked. Absurd? Yes.

During a class break and before a meeting I had with my professor I snuck into the bathroom with the intent of relieving some really freaking intense sexual frustrations. Alas, there were people around and I weirded myself out. I suffered through it, and left as a normal person would, and eventually I quieted down. Good thing, it turns out.

Real relief! It comes! Movie and snuggles.

Tapping on my Shoulder, Jerk

Today I have run into so many sexual references I could pull my hair out. Even down to looking at the hot chocolate package I had to describe (don't ask) to read that the Aztecs claimed it to be an aphorodisiac. One of my groupmates remarked about something being kinky, and then the other started listing synonyms. I, of course, kept my cover and remained attuned to the assignment.

It's not even that my body wants it - my brain wants it. Maybe one of these days I'll get to exploring this interesting, infuriating separation. I haven't successfully masturbated in going on three days. I think I'll try again tonight. Like, I have to put effort into it. Which sucks, but hey, I'll deal.

Of course, there is so much more to this than just observing the fact that my sex drive is not compatable with reality. Regardless, a lack of time/attention does not kill, believe it or not. Say, let us make the best of things and get in some playtime.

Something to be Said for Resourcefulness

I just heard Brat Roommate recounting to Messy roommate some unpleasant scenarios during sex. The good ol' condom up the vag, lost tampon... and sticking a make-up sponge up there to have period sex?

WHAT?! I knew she wasn't the brightest crayon, but damn. That's a bad idea. There are real alternatives, such as the Instead Soft Cup. Or just sucking it up and risking "a massacre" as someone I once knew said.

I don't even use pads or tampons because, on top of saving loads of money, I don't like the thought of fiber-y, bleached material sticking to my wet bits. I can't imagine using something that disgusting.

I learn new things about this girl every day!

Freudian Slip

So Ninja has the frame of mind of "better out than in" and keeps a bottle around to spit in. Not always so elegant, but, whatever. He's a man of his own breed. This morning we were sitting at his computer and he did his business. I noticed he'd stuffed an apple core inside it. Okay, so he can't be bothered to use a proper trash bin, either, oookay.

My mind wandered around to science and spontaneous creation.

"I wonder what kind of orgasms are growing in that thing," I wondered aloud.

He snickered. "Freudian slip! You said orgasms! Hahahaha!"

I couldn't even say anything in return.

Blowjob Tip

A few days ago I was over at Ninja's place. We had an evening much like the days of old, where I watched him play video games and browse the computer. I get stupidly satisfied watching him.

Also, since it makes me a burden to society, I'm finally getting to watch The Matrix Trilogy.

I spent the night, naturally. Yay! Favourite things! We took a shower in the morning, and there was shower sex in the cramped little cubicle. Something about it is strangely erotic, when my wet hair is plastered to my face and the wall.

I was on my knees for a blowjob (never completed one in that position) and things weren't going so well. No slippery, slick surface. Water was washing away my spit, so it was a lot more work. Instead, it all piled in my mouth and made me want to gag. Damn it. A few minutes of that and we switched positions, eventually splitting from the shower to his bed.

I still haven't given him a proper blowjob, and it's starting to get me down. I want his cum in my mouth. Simple, right? No, it's a delicate procedure... Well, I'll be on my period soon, and he doesn't leap at the thought of period sex, so maybe I'll get the chance to boost my morale then.