Under-sexed
If I can help it, Ill not go without sex for a week again, ever. lan took time off work yesterday afternoon, firstly because he had nothing to do since the people in the London office were all still on holiday, and secondly because he thought Id be more amusing company. He didnt ask me over though, I think hes got a thing for getting me to ask myself over. I was extremely busy, the spring cleaning doesnt seem to end, I think I need to throw out the whole house and buy a new one. But my father absolutely refuses and my mom quite likes the neighbors, so Im doomed to be stuck with unwanted rubbish till I find an art college to go to.
I felt like I really needed to fuck, so after telling the dirt to screw it, took a cab down to his place. For some odd reason, we always sit apart on the couch still (as it was before a couple of weeks ago when we fucked) and we sat apart for half of a really retarded 1980s movie with Goldie Hawn in it, until he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards him. We started to make out, or rather, he started trying to eat me up. He was kissing me as if there was no time in all the world, and like there was some sort of race to the finish in getting me to orgasm in 30 seconds. I started giggling, silently at first, before it became a little uncontrollable. He got up, kissed me, than looked at me very seriously asking what was the matter.
Relax! Youre making out like youre trying to catch a train. Im not going to run away in the next few hours, and I do feel like Im in such a lazy mood today.
He didnt relax, and I do not know what to make of it. I really wanted to fuck him, but he ate me out till I came and got me to blow until he did. That was weird because I kept on wanting to slip his dick into me, but he continually begged for me not to stop, and I didnt have the heart to. I wasnt interested in having an orgasm though, I just wanted to fuck. You know, to feel a dick inside, because that feels lovely, and like youre really connecting, and your pleasure is shared. Bummer.
We went for dinner and he had a steak and friends smothered in tomato sauce, I of course severely disapproved. We talked a little about the Tsunamis, and he told me some an odd story about his boss carrying his 96 year old grandmother onto the middle Phuket, and about silly people who went running onto the beach when the water drew away to check out the gasping sea-creatures. Im not going to even bother commenting much on the Tsunamis, what more is there to say? Nature is unfair; that these people in developing nations with their finances just managing to scrape them through year after year and crisis after crisis should have such a thing befall them. Something like that hits so fast you dont have time to be angry about it, theres no one you can blame aside from God, and no one can write lengthy political essays about it, although in a matter of hours, more people died then in that same about during any period at say, the war in Iraq or the crisis in Dafur.
He started talking about monogamy, and I asked him how many women hes slept with. Then something I thought rather odd happened. He told me his number, which is about 3 times as much as the number Im used to, which is 3 times as much as the number Ive slept with. It was outrageous and I nearly died. Of course you can try to make something out of these things, like mainly, hes a subject for STDs, but then again, there are men who sleep with whores who have slept with more then he has, so whose to try to make anything out of anything. But I am still shocked, and I told him I thought he was a crazy bastard. Who the hell needs to sleep with that many women? And hes still going through the quarter life crisis. I honestly wished he hadnt told me, because now I just think theres something wrong with him. Certainly I sleep with a fair amount of people, but I know all them. Like I actually know them. Their odd little habits, their favourite topping on the pizza, the name of their last girlfriend or their current girlfriend, the breed of dog they own. Stuff. But to have slept with that many women? Ah, but if he wants to abuse and use an abusing and using stranger; what can I say? Fairs fair.
Oddly though, hes lousy in bed. The first time I attributed it to too much alcohol, and now Im blaming it on the size of the condoms you get here. Sure they are free size, supposedly, but his dick is abnormally large and for some damn reason you dont get Trojans here. You probably could, but they dont have them at Cold Storage anyway (ah certainly, sex is as important as food). But I can say Im not keen on sleeping with him again. I like him, and he is very cute, but the sex is really mediocre and thats annoying. Thinking about it now, I know why Im so obsessed over Martine, hes about one of the best sex Ive ever had. The other guy must have been the G-Spot, but its a different sort of pleasure. Gs nice to make love to, hes good in bed, and the sex is always pleasant and truth me told, calming. It never hurts, hes big but not too big, and hes really lean and its nice to have muscle slamming onto you, each thrust is just how should I put it, more definite. Martine gives me sex like I want to cry and scream and die and he exhausts me and burns me up, literally.
lan is *sigh* What can I say, I thought there was potential, but so far the two times Ive slept with him have been disappointing. Hes perfect in every other way, except maybe for the promiscuity part. Im not too keen on getting cervical cancer from HPV or something. Hes got nothing insurance health checks can give a girl a peace of mind- but there are some things you cant check for, and yes, technically Ive slept with every women hes fucked in the past 10 years, but most STDs arent a bother really, and your immune system normally takes care of most in a couple of weeks. Im not talking about the really nasty ones, common nonsense like herpes (which I do not have; and anyway, you can get that shit for a toilet seat). Id not like to get them in any case, and to continue sleeping with him would just be uncomfortable for me.
He asked me in return how many Ive slept with (about 9 times less then what he has) and for some reason I inflated the number to the next 10, then immediately thought it was dumb and told the truth. I had a fine time laughing at myself. Imagine, trying to compete with him on whos scored the most, what a silly thing to do, and if done, what a pointless pastime.
Went out with the girls today. Princess and XJ. Interesting conversation on the number of women Hugh Grant has screwed (I think maybe 300), Paris Hiltons pussy- XJ thinks it's ugly and why some girls dont wear panties (my reason: because Ive lost them. My mother made a sarcastic remark about me leaving them at other peoples houses today after a long bout of complaining that I simply didnt have sufficient knickers) and a lesson on how to tie the perfect French Braid. Im a lousy student.
The colour of the day is Orange and Blue.
xoxox
If I can help it, Ill not go without sex for a week again, ever. lan took time off work yesterday afternoon, firstly because he had nothing to do since the people in the London office were all still on holiday, and secondly because he thought Id be more amusing company. He didnt ask me over though, I think hes got a thing for getting me to ask myself over. I was extremely busy, the spring cleaning doesnt seem to end, I think I need to throw out the whole house and buy a new one. But my father absolutely refuses and my mom quite likes the neighbors, so Im doomed to be stuck with unwanted rubbish till I find an art college to go to.
I felt like I really needed to fuck, so after telling the dirt to screw it, took a cab down to his place. For some odd reason, we always sit apart on the couch still (as it was before a couple of weeks ago when we fucked) and we sat apart for half of a really retarded 1980s movie with Goldie Hawn in it, until he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards him. We started to make out, or rather, he started trying to eat me up. He was kissing me as if there was no time in all the world, and like there was some sort of race to the finish in getting me to orgasm in 30 seconds. I started giggling, silently at first, before it became a little uncontrollable. He got up, kissed me, than looked at me very seriously asking what was the matter.
Relax! Youre making out like youre trying to catch a train. Im not going to run away in the next few hours, and I do feel like Im in such a lazy mood today.
He didnt relax, and I do not know what to make of it. I really wanted to fuck him, but he ate me out till I came and got me to blow until he did. That was weird because I kept on wanting to slip his dick into me, but he continually begged for me not to stop, and I didnt have the heart to. I wasnt interested in having an orgasm though, I just wanted to fuck. You know, to feel a dick inside, because that feels lovely, and like youre really connecting, and your pleasure is shared. Bummer.
We went for dinner and he had a steak and friends smothered in tomato sauce, I of course severely disapproved. We talked a little about the Tsunamis, and he told me some an odd story about his boss carrying his 96 year old grandmother onto the middle Phuket, and about silly people who went running onto the beach when the water drew away to check out the gasping sea-creatures. Im not going to even bother commenting much on the Tsunamis, what more is there to say? Nature is unfair; that these people in developing nations with their finances just managing to scrape them through year after year and crisis after crisis should have such a thing befall them. Something like that hits so fast you dont have time to be angry about it, theres no one you can blame aside from God, and no one can write lengthy political essays about it, although in a matter of hours, more people died then in that same about during any period at say, the war in Iraq or the crisis in Dafur.
He started talking about monogamy, and I asked him how many women hes slept with. Then something I thought rather odd happened. He told me his number, which is about 3 times as much as the number Im used to, which is 3 times as much as the number Ive slept with. It was outrageous and I nearly died. Of course you can try to make something out of these things, like mainly, hes a subject for STDs, but then again, there are men who sleep with whores who have slept with more then he has, so whose to try to make anything out of anything. But I am still shocked, and I told him I thought he was a crazy bastard. Who the hell needs to sleep with that many women? And hes still going through the quarter life crisis. I honestly wished he hadnt told me, because now I just think theres something wrong with him. Certainly I sleep with a fair amount of people, but I know all them. Like I actually know them. Their odd little habits, their favourite topping on the pizza, the name of their last girlfriend or their current girlfriend, the breed of dog they own. Stuff. But to have slept with that many women? Ah, but if he wants to abuse and use an abusing and using stranger; what can I say? Fairs fair.
Oddly though, hes lousy in bed. The first time I attributed it to too much alcohol, and now Im blaming it on the size of the condoms you get here. Sure they are free size, supposedly, but his dick is abnormally large and for some damn reason you dont get Trojans here. You probably could, but they dont have them at Cold Storage anyway (ah certainly, sex is as important as food). But I can say Im not keen on sleeping with him again. I like him, and he is very cute, but the sex is really mediocre and thats annoying. Thinking about it now, I know why Im so obsessed over Martine, hes about one of the best sex Ive ever had. The other guy must have been the G-Spot, but its a different sort of pleasure. Gs nice to make love to, hes good in bed, and the sex is always pleasant and truth me told, calming. It never hurts, hes big but not too big, and hes really lean and its nice to have muscle slamming onto you, each thrust is just how should I put it, more definite. Martine gives me sex like I want to cry and scream and die and he exhausts me and burns me up, literally.
lan is *sigh* What can I say, I thought there was potential, but so far the two times Ive slept with him have been disappointing. Hes perfect in every other way, except maybe for the promiscuity part. Im not too keen on getting cervical cancer from HPV or something. Hes got nothing insurance health checks can give a girl a peace of mind- but there are some things you cant check for, and yes, technically Ive slept with every women hes fucked in the past 10 years, but most STDs arent a bother really, and your immune system normally takes care of most in a couple of weeks. Im not talking about the really nasty ones, common nonsense like herpes (which I do not have; and anyway, you can get that shit for a toilet seat). Id not like to get them in any case, and to continue sleeping with him would just be uncomfortable for me.
He asked me in return how many Ive slept with (about 9 times less then what he has) and for some reason I inflated the number to the next 10, then immediately thought it was dumb and told the truth. I had a fine time laughing at myself. Imagine, trying to compete with him on whos scored the most, what a silly thing to do, and if done, what a pointless pastime.
Went out with the girls today. Princess and XJ. Interesting conversation on the number of women Hugh Grant has screwed (I think maybe 300), Paris Hiltons pussy- XJ thinks it's ugly and why some girls dont wear panties (my reason: because Ive lost them. My mother made a sarcastic remark about me leaving them at other peoples houses today after a long bout of complaining that I simply didnt have sufficient knickers) and a lesson on how to tie the perfect French Braid. Im a lousy student.
The colour of the day is Orange and Blue.
xoxox
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I'm not trying to kill you, it's you tying to kill me with this story... I am soooo undersexed!