Not Having a Sexless Marriage

So another chapter of our lives soon begins. Tomorrow and/or Tuesday, Ninja and I are moving into our new apartment. We're living with an architect student, he's cool and all. I'm excited. I can't stand the apartment I am in right now - Bitch Roommate has banned us from using the stove and oven by removing the components because Messy Roommate2 screwed up the kitchen after I forgot to put back the components... you see, originally I was allowed to use it, with permission. Messy Roommate2 could not. It's a big long mess of a story, but mostly a thorn in my side. If I bid adieu to Bitch Roommate, it would only be through an act of numb thoughtfulness.

I'm getting a taste of a more adult life, working more at my job and being only part-time in college this year. Ninja is doing the same, and he's been working at his new job (hardware store, he looks good in his t-shirt haha) for a few weeks. I'm not sure how much I like it. He's not had so many hours at a job since we've been together (except when we were LD) so I barely see him, then he gets home tired and sweaty, we watch a movie with dinner, and he goes to bed.

Aside from some post-Birthday Sex (on the 24th I turned 22!) we haven't had any naked time. He's tired, it's been hot, so on and so forth. I miss sex. I masturbate too much. I didn't even get to packing 'til after noon today because... well, I didn't masturbate the WHOLE morning for crying out loud, but there was a good half hour I should have been doing something more productive.

He's sleeping now, wrapped up all cute in my big white quilt. This will hopefully be my last night here in this apartment... I hope so. I will go cuddle with him soon and snuggle through 'til the early morning when he must leave again to work. After the stress from this horrible place and my horrible roommates is gone, I think we'll get back to making babies, without making babies.

Writing is...

I had a dream that one of my posts here got published in a totally non-erotic publication. It wasn't an actual entry I've posted here, but it was some short story of some sexual encounter. I was so excited to read it, but disappointed that I couldn't take credit for it because it was under anonymity. What luck, right?

I've thought occasionally that my writing was decent. Mostly what I have going for me is that I enjoy it, and that's a big help I'm sure. I never did too well in most writing classes (except free-writing) but I've always kept journals and been obsessed with recording things. Of course lately I've fallen off the wagon a bit in keeping up with this blog and my other journal, but life happens.

In elementary school, 4th grade I think, I won an award for a story I wrote and illustrated. I went to a convention sort of thing with my mom and it was all about young writers and getting stickers and props for such a good job. The story was about a killer whale and eating cereal; I'm not sure what was so grand about it! But, hey. We got to write in blank hardcover books and it was always my favourite thing...

In middle school I wrote two drafts of a story on dragons. It took up two 3-subject notebooks (with illustrations) but I never finished it and never was satisfied...

But I'd never become a professional writer. A lot of bloggers wish to, but writing is never something I would feel comfortable making money at. Funny, because I am going into a creative field.

Anyway, it would be pretty cool if I greased this thing up and did more with the blog. Some day, in my free time...

IOU

We met at the apartment, and he was to leave soon again for a friend's for the night. He went to say goodbye, but came over to me on the bed and layed on top of me instead. A big sigh from the both of us - it was so comfortable despite the trecherous heat and humidity.

A minute passed, and he got up. His hands went to the bottons on my shorts. I bit my lip, "I'm bleeding..." He stops, obviously disappointed. Me, too. Damn it.

Suddenly, he leans over and bites my nipple, taking the jewelry between his teeth. It sends tremors through me just as he lets go. And then he goes and pulls down my tube top, taking my whole breast in his mouth, sucking the very life out of me, I go blind and writhe on the bed until he unlatches, a sly grin on his face. I straighten myself, hair all in my face, breathless, hot.

"As soon as this erection goes away, I'll see you tomorrow!" he chirps cheerfully. I give his bonor and IOU and hope he was serious about me giving him a blowjob tomorrow...

In the meantime I've been horny as hell and have made this lonesome evening one of playing with myself and orgasms.

A Great Start to the Day

Last night we went out on a date to see The Ugly Truth. It was so hilarious I might have wet myself. I haven't laughed like that from a movie in ages. It's kind of hot and humbling, so I urge you to go see it.

This morning I woke up around 8am or so, snuggled up to Ninja. We dozed in bed together, always like magnets, 'til we rose ourselves and went on with our morning. From 11-1pm we took another nap, having had a long week. It's one of those things that makes me love him all the more. He didn't have to nap with me, but I crawled into bed and layed there for a while when I felt him lift the covers and ask me in that cute tone if he could join me. Duh!

Later on, in the shower, he moved out of the way and behind me so I could rinse my hair... so I thought, 'til his hands came creeping down my stomach to play with my clit. He switched between rubbing me and pushing his cock inside me, and something about it was different this time. His technique was different, better, my whole body throbbed and I felt the distant pulsing of a forthcoming orgasm...

My back arched and he leaned his head above to kiss me, thanks to his godly height. He held my hair in his hands, leaving my clit alone, and looked at me while he pumped. It was hot.

He turned me around and leaned heavily on the opposite side of the shower stall, throwing my foot on his shoulder, entering me again and working his magic. All I could do was touch his hipbones while he thrust forward and moan. It is the greatest sight to behold.

In the end surprisingly neither of us got orgasms, we got out, dried off, and went about our day...

Quicky in the Storage Room

Thursday and Friday of this week Ninja helped me at my workplace, moving storage from the old storage room to the new one. The old one is across the street from the new shop, with a deadbolt lock and paper covering the windows. We were alone for a time, rearranging and deciding what things to take next.

He looked at me. "You know, I have the key to this place. [Manager and Boss] are gone. We could have a quicky."

dies My dream come true! But! Fuck! I was too nervous about the thought of getting caught. [Manager and Boss] could come in at any time, knock on the door, get angry... I wanted to, so very much wanted to. But we didn't.

I should have done it anyway, damn it. I told him he should come up to visit me some time when I'm working alone, wink wink. Not sure if he will.

We never had sex in the boxing gym, either...