You've Been Bad this Year...!

Ah, the holidays. I think about sex toys for gifts. Kink. Atmosphere. Anal. Oral. New things, old things. Pretty clothes to have him rip off.

I really just want him bad.

Working Takes the Mind off Certain Things

I have been working every single day since getting over strep throat. I am SO horny. And I haven't had time to sit down and jack off. Oh, life! Woe is me!

But I did send Ninja a couple pics to keep him occupied while he is away at his home town. I wore a fun little sexy underthing I've had sitting in my drawer for months. He asked for a couple more, so I guess he liked it well enough.

And I'm off to work, then a friend's place for Christmas, then flying home for a week... I'll update in between, I swear.

Don't Lick my Spoons!

I have strep throat. I got a shot in the ass, and within a week's time I should be fine. In the mean time, I am supposed to get through my review boards for college. This will be fun.

What's worse? Ninja leaves for his home town on Wednesday! I need to be better so we can have one last hurrah before he's gone 'til January 5th or some ridiculous date... He came over and we watched a movie with Marlon Brando, and he'd kiss my neck instead, and look at me smirking with his shirt pulled over his mouth and nose to fend off "the germs." Pssshhhhh... Can't even stay the night with me.

It's not the end of the world, having gone months at a time and so on. But, damn it. I want those days over! Sex, 5 times a day, 'til the day I die! Please?

Random Thoughts

I did my laundry today. I wish Ninja would come over and make my sheets smell like sex again. I miss him. I miss sex. I miss having time to do things and go out and take naps curled up in each other's arms. Am I a romantic? The point is, I'm having trouble getting even the bare-minimum of my homework done, but I'd drop an evening for him in a heartbeat.

I'm an online watcher of Grey's Anatomy, and it really freaks me out that Izzy can have sex with her dead fiancé. In a recent episode she told Christina that she was having the best sex ever. Whaaat? It doesn't sound too appealing if it's all in your head. I mean, masturbating is fun and all (what do you think I was doing at 4am this morning?) but... I'll pass on ghost sex.

He Didn't Come

I nudged him from the side of my bed, woke him up, asked if he wanted a shower. He mumbled yes. He looked so darn cute with his arms all tangled around his head that I snuggled up to him.

"You want a quicky?" he asked while I stared creepily at him, inches away.

YES.

Thirty minutes later I was giving him head and realized I had fifteen minutes to shower and get out the door for work. He apologized for the quicky turning into a longer session -- on the contrary, my dear, the more the merrier! I, however, apologized for him not having an orgasm...

We've shredded my mattress cover with all the sex I've had the past few days. That session that morning basically put it in ruin -- we'd switched positions, me on top, him on top, fast, slow, to oral. It was great. But.

In all the lovemaking we've had, he has never, ever, ever not come.

I know it's entirely not something to be caught up on, but I don't like that at all.