Horny and Lonely
Feb. 10th, 2009
02:01 pm - Need a quick favor
I've entered a story in Literotica's 2009 Valentine's Day contest. It needs votes.
It's a fairly short piece of experimental erotic fiction, and I'd really appreciate it if you would take a few minute to check it out. Read it, hopefully enjoy it, and then vote on it. Just click one of the five stars near the bottom of the page, after the story, before the comments. I'd like as many positive votes as possible, but hey, be honest. If you thought it sucked, vote that way. If you loved it on the other hand, leave me a high vote. Yay! (Leave a comment, too, if you want. All feedback is encouraged.)
Thanks much. Votes get tabulated and winners announced at some point on the 12th, so if you could do this BY February 11th, I'd really appreciate it. (I know, short notice. Sorry.)
[This might get cross-posted to a few places, depending on what I can all find.]
Nov. 19th, 2008
12:45 pm - Hello again. Did you miss me?
Hey, everybody. Still no internet access of my own. (Sigh.)
I still get out and hit the library’s internet a couple of times a week. I always check my Friends page here, but someone in the real world recently pointed out that I haven’t posted here in forever. More specifically, I haven’t posted here since I started blogging back in August.
I, uh, started blogging back in August. I’m doing this over on Blogger. (Livejournal has always felt more community oriented to me, whereas writing up blog posts on my home computer and then posting them hit-and-run style at the library without getting any real interaction from my readers seems as far from community as I can get, so I chose not to do it here.)
Anyway, I wanted to tell you, my small group of Livejournal friends, that this was happening, and to tell you that you can go to Time Delay to read this new ‘masterpiece’.
“Time Delay” is a sex blog, despite the fact that I’m still not having any sex. (Sigh.) Anyway, I suppose this time it’s more about my quest for a sex life, now that I’m actually getting out a little and trying to do things like attract a mate.
Just thought I’d let you all know.
Mar. 1st, 2007
st_andrews_girl posted this meme in her LiveJournal. Since I took her up on asking a question, I feel somehow honor-bound to do the whole "repost in my journal" thing that it tells me to do. So, here it is:
1. Scan my interest list and pick one.
2. I'll explain it.
3. Then you post this in your journal so other people can ask you about your interests.
Feb. 18th, 2007
You know you want to tell me ;)
You, Me, My room, NOW!!
We're locked up in my room for 24 hours and we could do whatever you wanted - now what would YOU do with ME?
All replies screened...... Cause there is only you and me in the room, remember!
Repost in your journal.... and be amazed at how conservative some people are while others... who knew that they were so deliciously perverted eh??
(I'm not expecting the vast majority of my friendslist to deal with this. I'm posting it simply because I responded to this on someone else's LJ, and that person stated that if anyone answered hers, she'd answer theirs if they reposted it in their LJ. So basically, I'm posting this for just a single response. Doesn't mean that you can't play along. I'm just saying that unless you're that one person, there's no pressure.)
Feb. 4th, 2007
There’s a Christmas song called “Indian Giver”. I don’t know if it originated with the Squirrel Nut Zippers, but their Christmas album was the first place I ever heard it. The song is about this poor guy who kept getting Christmas presents that were then taken back by the original gifter . . . including Santa.
This song is what I think of when I read my previous entry, that starts with the line “Well, on the plus side, my internet access is back again. (It’s a Christmas miracle!)”. My big Christmas miracle lasted about four days, and then it was gone again. Sheesh!
Anyway, I am (AT THE MOMENT, I say cautiously) back online again. I plan on posting some stuff in the next few days, and commenting on about a gazillion posts that people on my friends list have made over the past (Holy Crap!) nearly two months now.
Dec. 23rd, 2006
Well, on the plus side, my internet access is back again. (It’s a Christmas miracle!)
On the negative side, it looks like it’s going to be a traditional holiday season. Traditional, that is, for my family.
My father went into the hospital a few days ago with a diabetic infection in his leg (that they soon discovered had gone into his blood) and the flu. Since then he’s developed a staph infection, and they’ve now discovered a build up of fluid and ‘mystery matter’ in the stump of his leg (he had a just-below-the-knee amputation several years ago). He’ll most likely be in the hospital until after Christmas.
My aunt – who was hosting Christmas eve for Dad’s side of the family this year – has a raging eye infection (in both eyes) and some kind of virus, and has just announced that Christmas will be postponed. And since the family has all kinds of conflicting work schedules, we have NO idea when (or even if) the get-together will actually take place.
Everything that was scheduled for my birthday – inconveniently located on the 23rd, a mere two days before Christmas – has been cancelled or postponed. Dad was going to take me to the Spirit Mountain Casino for their breakfast buffet, and then I’d be gathering with the immediate family at the apartment of my sister and her boyfriend later that night for dinner, cake, and presents. Breakfast at the casino is cancelled, and the birthday dinner is postponed until sometime in the next few weeks.
I’ve been depressed lately anyway. I really wanted an uneventful Christmas. This is at least the third (possibly fourth) Christmas Dad will have spent in the hospital in the last decade. My birthday tends to get cancelled more often than it gets celebrated.
I should be happy for my brother, who just got engaged to his girlfriend. But all I really feel is (more) depressed because him finding the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with just underscores how lonely I am.
Anyway, I’ll probably be posting more stuff over the next few days, because I honestly don’t have anything else to do.
Dec. 14th, 2006
09:24 pm - Internet Go Bye-Bye
I'm quickly writing this entry somewhere other than my house, because my internet access has gone away. And I'm not sure when it's coming back again. It might be as early as the end of next week. It might not be until after the first of the year. So, this is just to explain my absence from LiveJournal for the next little while.
I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas (or Happy Holidays, or whatever you personal beliefs and sensibilities are comfortable with me wishing you) now, in case I'm not back online before then.
Dec. 12th, 2006
10:57 pm - Sex Dreams
My sex dreams are not usually pornographic. (Which is sad.) The dirtiest dreams that I usually have are rated R. And some of them are even just PG-13.
Oh, there’s nudity, to be sure. And what the MPAA would probably term “sexual situations”. But no actual sex. Nothing that – as a friend of mine said when we were in the fifth grade – “shows it going in and out”. Nothing that even counts as foreplay, really. Now that I think about it, I rarely even get a kiss in my dreams.
I’ll meet up with a woman. Either a woman from the real world, or a completely made-up dream woman. Then I’ll seduce her, or she’ll seduce me (or we’ll seduce each other), and head off for the bedroom. (Or the backseat of a car. Or the front yard. Girl’s locker room at my high school. A series of secret rooms in my grandparents’ house that exists only in my dreams. Or wherever the sex is supposed to take place on that occasion.) And then the dream will either end, or will jump to afterwards. Kind of like a TV show on DVD, where it will just go silent and black for a moment to indicate where the commercial break was that they replaced the actual fucking with.
It’s kind of unnerving, and more than a little annoying.
I often wonder about why that is. My long-held theory was that I didn’t dream about sex because since I’ve never had any, I couldn’t dream about it accurately, and my brain just wouldn’t do it. You’d think that my brain would be able to construct some REM-state sucking-and-fucking from all the porn I watch, but apparently it doesn’t.
I bring this all up because I’ve had two sex dreams in the past week that break that pattern. (I’ve had more than just two sex dreams in the past week, but only two that actually had sex in them.)
About a week ago I dreamt that I was hanging out in a living room (not one I recognized) with an old friend of mine (who’s been dead for years in real life) and the twenty-year old that I mentioned in the October 9th entry (http://zeitgeist-clown.livejournal.com/1615.html). We were all sitting on a couch watching a DVD, and all of a sudden the 20 year old starts rubbing her hands on my leg. Before long, we’re making out. Kissing, fondling one another, sucking on each other’s tongues, and so on. She then tells me that she wants me to fuck her. I start to explain that I can’t because I didn’t come prepared, and that’s when my old friend hands me a condom, and moves from the couch to a chair to continue watching the movie. So, we (the 20 year old and I) start pulling off our clothes, and each other’s clothes, and more groping and fondling occurs. Now, this is where traditionally the dream would either end, or skip ahead. But not this time. This time, she helps me put the condom on my massive erection. (In this dream, I have a much larger penis than I do in real life.) Then I dreamt penetration. And intercourse. I slipped it into her, and started fucking her. We had sex on that couch for a good long while, until we finally both came. I don’t remember any details after that. But I don’t really care. I finally dreamt having sex. Not ‘about to have sex’, or ‘just having had sex’, but actually HAVING SEX.
The second dream wasn’t an actual fuck dream, but was a fetish dream. In addition to not having previously dreamt actual sex before, I didn’t get any foot fetish action, either. But the other night I dreamt that I met up with an incredibly hot dream girl (no one from real life) that apparently wanted her feet played with as badly as I wanted to play with them.
I pulled off her shoes and socks, and ran my fingertips all over her bare feet. Nice soft soles, and bright red polished toenails. There was touching and massaging, and then licking and sucking. She offered me a footjob, but the dream cut out before it got that far. Which is disappointing, but considering that I’ve never even had any real toesucking experience in dreamtime, I was overjoyed to even get that much.
I’m just hoping that these dreams weren’t aberrations, but the first of many.
Dec. 11th, 2006
11:14 pm - Comments and Stuff
I think that I need to spend some time going around the kinkier areas of LiveJournal and adding more friends. I get comments from people, but I want more. I posted the "You can ask me six questions" meme thingy on Friday night, and nobody asked me anything. :( And now I'm posting the Christmas stocking thingy. It's like I'm a glutton for punishment or something. Oh, well.
But even so, every now and then I'll get a comment that more than makes up for the silence on some of the other posts. Like a comment I got yesterday that included foot fetish pictures. Yes! Thank you, barefootindirt!
Anyway, the stocking thingy . . .
( my xmas stockingCollapse )
Dec. 9th, 2006
Everyone talks about the problems that people have with depression during the holidays. The suicide rate goes up at Christmastime, and all of that. I fully understand that, and I have a complaint in regard to it.
Where are all of the morbidly depressing Christmas songs? I have a short little playlist of songs that tend to feed on my sadness and depressed times. But I’m obsessive/compulsive, and so during this time of the year, I don’t listen to anything but Christmas music. So I want really depressing Christmas songs about suicide, and loss of innocence, and trying to get through your first Christmas after a loved one has died, and freezing to death when the temperature drops and so on.
You’d think that with Christmas being as commercialized as it is, and with so many people being depressed during the season, that there would be a market for this kind of material? Where are my depressing Christmas albums?
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