Always With the Questions

I've really got to get a life, get back on the horse, what have you. I could see Kate, or Perry, or find a new friend. Instead, I'll waste time taking this quiz, which I stole from Spnk MeRed.

1. Is there anyone on your blogroll you would have sex with?

   That I would? What an insulting question to my blogroll. Sure. I'm not planning on it, because I didn't start this blog to look for people to fuck, but I would, all other things being equal. They're good people on my blogroll.

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?

   Yes.

3. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?

   I don't drive when that's a possibility. And I don't puke unless things go horribly, horribly wrong. I don't drink until I throw up, for instance. I can't stand vomit.

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?

   Yes.

5. Shower or bath while having sex?

   Shower, definitely. Save underwater sex for something bigger than a bathtub, and I say this as a person who has a big-ass bathtub.

6. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?

   I like the middle way. Either extreme is usually too much for me. I am not privy to that scene. But I tend to prefer men who are slightly aggressive and women who are slightly passive, though I can definitely go the other way, particularly on women.

7. Do you love someone on your blogroll?

   Do I love you all? Absolutely. Am I in love with anyone here? Sorry, no. What kind of question is this?

8. Love or Money?

   Yes.

9. Credit cards or cash?

   Yes.

10. Have you ever wanted a best friend?

    Wanted sexually? Yes. Wanted to have one? Yes.

11. Camping or a 5 star hotel?

    Pamper me, baby. I like plumbing and beds.

12. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?

    On stage? Maybe. I don't know. It's not like I've had sex on the space shuttle or anything. I've had sex in varied locales, but weird is such a subjective thing.

13. Would you shave your entire body (including your head)?

    Would I? I would if there was a good reason. Am I planning on it? Nope. People would cry.

14. Have you ever been to a strip club?

    Yes. Didn't see the attraction.

15. Ever been to a bar?

    No, for I am Carrie Nation. Look it up.

16. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?

    Kicked out? Not in so many words. I was politely asked to leave a bar once because I was crying all over the bar. It was more a, "Hey, you shouldn't be crying here, don't you have someone to cry on?" than a, "Get the hell out because you're crying and disturbing our customers." I was not drunk at the time. I'd ordered a drink and hadn't touched it. I shouldn't have been there. My fault entirely. I over-tipped ludicrously and left, still crying. Not my finest hour.

17. Ever been so drunk someone else had to carry you?

    Yeah, probably.

18. Had sex in a movie theater?

    Sex in a movie theater is harder to pull off than many people seem to think, at least it has been for me. One can do almost everything up to sex relatively easily, but sex itself is tough. At least in my experience. Not that I wouldn't try it.

19. Had sex in a bathroom?

    Public? Sure. Private is a dumb question.

20. Have you ever had sex at work?

    Yes, although as I've said, I'm not particularly proud of that fact because it doesn't reflect well on my professional persona.

21. Ever been to an adult store?

    Yes, several times.

22. Bought something from an adult store?

    Sure, bought that screw thing for one.

23. Have you been caught having sex?

    Yes.

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?

    Do I need to answer this?

25. Ever had sex with someone and called them by the wrong name?

    Probably. I've never seen what the big deal was. I guess it's because I'm not straitlaced about the whole sex thing, but the comedy of boyfriend calling girlfriend the wrong name has always seemed kind of boring to me. I make mistakes about names and words all the time, so I don't know why it should matter. I guess if I was dating someone and I called him his brother's name or something. But it wouldn't be cause for a romantic comedy to break out, by any means.

There ya go.

Screwing

I have a toy which seemed like it could be the subject of its own post, which I bought as a joke but found out it was not a joking matter. It looks like a giant drywall screw (and since I'm in theatrical construction, I thought it seemed apropos since we make a lot of jokes about "screwing" and use an immense number of drywall screws) with the accompanying obligatory "screwing" joke. It's not pointy, but it's black and has a head on it (I suppose so it could also be used in the ass, but I've never had the balls for that).

I had it just sitting there, inviting witticism, for a long time, and then one day my sister (no points for guessing which one) said she thought it was criminal that I'd never taken it for a test drive. So I lay back on the bed and she worked on me with it, and let me tell you, it was extreme.

First-off, she figured out that the best way to use it was to essentially screw it into my cunt. Which sounds exciting in and of itself, but which isn't the obvious thing one thinks, until one sees this toy. She pushed it into me until the threads engaged (so to speak) and then turned it, and lo and behold, it augered itself into me. There are several advantages to that, one being that it was easier to push what was fairly large for me at the time in, plus once she got it deep, she could turn it a little at a time to keep pressing on me. Plus the spiral motion really stimulated me. I came hard by the time she was through getting it in.

And then she pulled it out, except she didn't pull it out by turning, just pulled it out. Let me tell you, when my insides had gotten used to being threaded, to suddenly have the threads being pulled rather than turned... well, it was intense. Maybe a little more intense than I had been looking for, but Sheri has a way of making things like that happen to me. I screamed. Anyone who's ever pulled a screw out of a block of wood with a hammer or pry bar knows that it's much easier to unscrew it than it is to pull it out.

I'm not saying that the toy carved threads into my pussy, but it definitely was more intense having it pulled out after being screwed in. I've since seen toys like this being used in pornos (they're usually not designed to look like drywall screws, but there's a thread that runs around them. And they're usually used like a dildo with bumps; the ridges are there to stimulate, but not used to screw in. And I think if you don't do it that way, you're missing out on an aspect of the toy.

Anyway, once it was out, Sheri didn't make the mistake of just trying to shove it back in, she screwed it back in and then pulled it out again. She wasn't violent and she didn't hurt me, but every time, it was intense, and the sensations were totally different going in and coming out. I've never been that fond of "ribbed for my pleasure" but this was different.

It's almost impossible to do it properly by myself though. I can sort of screw it in, but it means that I'm bending over, putting pressure on my stomach, and it makes it hard. And I can't pull it out myself. So basically, it's still just a conversation piece. I never tried it with Sveta because... well, I wasn't sure we were to the point where strange toys were a good idea. I've had it done to me once or twice, but I was just looking at it and remembering, and wondering how I can have it again. A good screw, as it were.

Anyway, that's one of my more interesting toys, and I thought I'd share it, because if you've never tried a spiral, maybe you should try it this way. I will warn you, it's intense if done properly, and you really do have to take something which seems like it would be too large. I could get a smaller one, but it wouldn't work the same way. It would just be a ridged dildo then. Plus, it's a funny novelty.

TMI

Got this from Kara and Jess, who got it from TMI (who don't archive, which is tedious but I suppose works for them in a sort of mandala-like way), and while it's not Tuesday and I reject conformity, as I said, more of these while my guitar gently weeps.

1. Do you have "your" side of the bed? Which side?

   Since I usually sleep alone, I'm all over the bed. I toss and turn like a gnat on speed. It sometimes makes it hard to sleep with someone else.

2. How old is your pillow and what condition is it in?

   Too old. I need to replace it. But I actually have two pillows, one your standard pillow, one a buckwheat-hull thing. Which I can't say enough about; get one. I only wish I could find one which was big enough so I didn't have to support it with a regular pillow from below. I tried a memory foam pillow once, but it didn't work for me at all. Buckwheat all the way, baby.

3. What is your favorite position to sleep in?

   One side or the other.

4. How often do you change your sheets?

   As often as needed, usually due to getting messy.

5. What helps you fall asleep when insomnia strikes?

   Nothing. I won't take sleeping pills, although maybe I should try them. Basically, if I have insomnia, I'm up until it goes away. I can be the walking dead and still not be able to sleep.

6. Does sex make you sleepy or energized?

   Depends. A long session can put me nicely to sleep, but if I'm falling asleep and the urge hits and there's someone there to help with it, I can wind up waking myself up by fucking.

7. What is the minimum amount of sleep that you need to be functional the next day?

   75 hours? Really, I wonder how function I really am no matter how much sleep I get.

Blah. I'm trying to collect some more fun trivia items, and when there are more than two or three, I'll post those instead of taking these silly quizzes which don't wind up being very interesting to anyone. Or maybe I'll keep being banal.

Status

Okay, so I've seen the last of Sveta (well, I hope not forever, but for a while). I will not get to see her again before she leaves. I may talk to her on the phone or via email (in fact, I will do both of those things even after she leaves) but she's gone as far as I'm concerned. We had a tearful goodbye, and as soon as she got home she called me and we had some more tearful goodbye-ing.

What this means is that (A) I'll be curled up in a sobbing ball off and on for a while, and I won't have anything to bring me out of my funk (no, I'm not begging for someone to cheer me up, I'm just stating the facts) because I don't have a gig lined up. Finding a gig may bring me out eventually, but I've penciled in a few days of sobbing and curled-up-ness. (B) The blog is likely to get some random crap, because I'll be damned if I do a bunch of self-pity posts. So expect to see either nothing at all for a while or some trivia, maybe recollections, quizzes, that kind of thing. I doubt very highly that I'll be doing anything worth talking about.

There is no need to flood me with commiseration. I'm just giving a status report. Thanks for your sympathy in advance, but don't let me fool you into thinking this is the end of the world. I'm just mired in my own personal drama right now, which from the outside probably seems ridiculous (and sometimes it seems that way from the inside too). And I wanted to warn everyone that the chances of my getting lucky in an interesting way for the next week are probably nil.

I am in whatever mood it is between crying jags where I look very critically at myself and am kind of bitchy. Thus, the clinical tone of this report. You should be grateful I'm not writing it while in my crying phase, because then I'd be incomprehensible and stupid. Told you, bitchy and self-critical.

Quizzezzz

I don't know how into this whole "taking quizzes and then posting the results on my blog" thing I am (whew, that was a mouthful) but it's a good way to keep up regular posting in the absence of anything interesting to write about. Not that, at the moment, I don't have interesting things to write about.

I got this one from Kara and Jessica who got it from someone else and so on. Check out their blog if you aren't already; they've got something different to say than I do, which is good, because if we were all me, I'd probably eventually get bored with myself. About five minutes, I'd say.

What do you think of people who fuck a lot of different people and never have serious relationships?

I think they're missing out on something, but since I'm often in their position, I don't judge. I think that the prerequisites for sex should be less than a serious relationship, just as a serious relationship shouldn't presuppose sex. I've had serious relationships with people which weren't sexual, so why can't it go the other way as well?

What do you look for in a significant other physically and character trait wise?

I like pert in a gal. That's the shallow part. In guys, it's much more individual (remember my confessed attraction to Chang Kai Shek?) physically. In terms of character traits, I like someone who's like me, open-minded, a little introverted, loving, intelligent and not afraid to show it, funny, blah blah blah the usual SWF seeks walks on beach crap. Honestly, I don't have a set "type;" it must be pheromones or something.

What are some lyrics to the song you're listening to/last song you heard?

Since I've spent most of the recent period being a depressed-wreck-girl, my musical tastes have suffered correspondingly. I'd love to say it was something by Bach, but in fact it was All For You by Sister Hazel. I know.

Lets get nosy, what do your three most recent text messages say?

I don't text. Ever. I have never sent a text message in my life.

Has an ex ever wanted you back after they broke up with you?

Yes. Oy.

Do you fall for "players" ever?

Fall for? Well, I was pretty sure I was getting played at the time. I allowed myself to get played because I wanted to try to play him back. Didn't work out well, but I didn't get played much either. We both went home unhappy.

Has the last person you texted ever seen you totally naked before?

Yes, because the last text message I sent was to God. He said I was hot. Just thought you all should know.

Would you cry if your ex boyfriend/girlfriend died?

Yes. For one, I cry at funerals. For another, I don't want anyone to die, and I've never broken up with someone with such animosity that I wanted them dead. I'm not trying to make myself out to be a saint, but I'd probably cry if an ex of mine died.

Name a person that you instantly smile when you see they're calling?

Well... I can't see when people call because I don't got one of them new-fangled phones what got the words on 'em. But I could rattle off a list of people, Sveta being somewhere on it, and since she's foremost in my mind right now, I'll go with her.

Have you ever been a gymnast or a cheerleader?

I was sort of a cheerleader. Sort of. Not my scene, really, but I wanted to nail someone. I'm not proud of everything I've done in the past.

What's the last thing to make you laugh?

Robot Chicken's 1776. I'd seen it before but forgot how funny it was. God I hate 300.

What's on your mind right now?

That's a million-dollar question. Can any one thing be said to monopolize my mind? There are a lot of things on my mind, and I'm sure people who have read more than one post of mine can figure out what most of them would be. Actually, I guess this question and the philosophical underpinnings of it are on my mind right now. Wow, gettin' all meta on its ass.

Want something you can't have?

That's the human condition. If you don't, you're Buddha. Oh, you wanted to know what it was. Well, there are a lot of things I want that I can't have. Although "can't" is such a harsh statement of finality. Maybe, "Want something that you're not likely to get?"

Something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

Yep, thanks for asking. Oh, you wanted to know what it was again. But why would I tell you? I hate talking about it.

What color is your shower curtain?

We have a shower enclosure in frosted glass. Told you our bath kicked ass.

Do you find the naughty school girl outfit hot?

I always did when I was a naughty schoolgirl, and I think other people found me so.

Have you ever put peanut butter on an Oreo cookie before?

Nope. Have I ever put guacamole on an Oreo cookie before? Yes. It wasn't very good.

Between you and your current significant other, who is more adventurous and spontaneous?

That'd be me. It's not to say that I'm Captain Adventure, just that Sveta is the opposite, whatever the opposite of Captain Adventure would be. Private Boring? That's nasty to Sveta. She's not boring, just not spontaneous and adventurous. I'm really not either, when compared to anyone else.

Between you and your current significant other, who is more willing to try new things?

Um, also me, see above.

Between you and your current significant other, who is more impulsive?

Me, I have been known to have impulse control issues.

Between you and your current significant other, who is more loud and talkative?

Me, I can get chatty sometimes, and I am not quiet, even if I might be the shy retiring type often enough. You should hear me bawl out actors. I give a great, "Don't fucking touch this," speech.

Between you and your current significant other, who is more stubborn?

I'm from Germanic stock, Sveta is from WASP stock. Her family trades in passive-aggressive, mine is just plain aggressive. You know why all the German Americans are so annoying? Because they're the ones who were too annoying to even get along with other Germans, so they had to leave and come to America. My family yells all the time, which freaks Sveta out a little. The first time she was in the house and we were yelling, she thought we were on the verge of ax-murdering each other, and I had to reassure her that we weren't even fighting. Differences in culture and upbringing, I guess.

Between you and your current significant other, who initiates sex more often?

Me, although Sveta is getting much more aggressive in this regard.

Does your current significant other snore?

Thank God, no, although she does occasionally moan in her sleep, which is just the cutest and sexiest thing.

Have you ever gotten a mosquito bite on your face?

Yes. I'm mostly shocked that this question needs to be asked.

What size shoe do you wear?

7 usually, bearing in mind that I'm quite tall for a woman.

Do you have hardwood floor, carpet or something else as flooring in your bedroom?

It's a wood floor. We put down a rug to keep from getting ridiculous splinters. Every summer, Mom makes me take the rug out and beat out the dust, then I mop. God, what I wouldn't give to not have to deal with the stupid rug ever again. But then I'd wind up with splinters in my feet. Hell, sometimes I get splinters in my feet even through the rug. Some day, I'll get desperate enough to bite the bullet and refinish the floor, but that would be an undertaking worthy of being remembered in song and story, so it'll likely never happen.

What are your three favorite things to do when hanging out at home with your significant other?

1. Make love, with all the attendant fun.
2. Watch movies and snuggle.
3. Murder skin-divers with laser beams from outer space.
4. Okay, so I couldn't come up with a third thing. We spend a lot of time doing things 1 and 2, and we don't spend any time together that's not basically devoted to thing 1. Which is a deficit in our relationship, I know. Some day, maybe we'll have the chance to do more things together than lovemaking and interludes between lovemaking. We do go out and do things, but at home, since we don't see each other that often, 1 tends to take pride of place.

Do you like clothes shopping or grocery shopping better?

Grocery shopping baby! Wooo! I love grocery shopping. If you gave me an unlimited budget and told me to make a menu up, I'd be all over that shit. I can shop in farmers' markets for hours. I'm not a big clothes shopper; I can take it in small doses, but I'm not a clotheshorse and I don't like trying on things. I want to find what I'm looking for and get the fuck out. But I do enjoy going shopping for clothes with Sveta, particularly the naughtier sections of the wardrobe. What I really like to do, though, is shop for books. Sveta is not as big into books, so I have to curtail my book-hunting when we go out, but we often make our way, however briefly, to the local used book emporium. God I love shopping in used bookstores. Give me an unlimited budget and send me book-shopping... and I would own every book in the world. Probably best to keep me on a shorter leash.

What was the last thing you were annoyed about?

Computers. It's nearly always either computers or work, and since work is at an ebb right now, computers annoy me. Not that I don't know anything about them, but that they suck so hard.

Are any of your friends taller than you?

A few. A lot aren't though. I'm tall.

Do you crack your knuckles?

Yep, unabashedly so. I've heard so many different things about it that I just don't care any more. If I get knuckle cancer when I'm 30, I'll deal with it. It's hardly the least healthy thing I've done.

Spell your name without an L:

Exi? XE? I sound like an operating system. Coming soon, Windows XE.

When was the last time you were told you were cute?

I get cute a fair amount. My dad calls me cute often enough. I suppose I am cute, in a non-stereotypical way most times. I'm not chipper-cute, bubblegum-cute, but I have a streak of cute to me. It'll decay with age until I'm a dried-up husk of nothing. Hello mortality, nice to see you too.

What usually wakes you up in the morning?

My damn alarm, or, more recently, nothing but an abiding urge to be somewhere other than bed. That's fun at 4AM. Sleeping well and I are old enemies; sometimes I beat her into submission and sleep like the dead, but most times she kicks me in the hips or the neck or the back and I toss and turn, or she slips caffeine pills into my drinking water and I can't sleep at all. Vicious bitch.

Would you rather go to the movies or go bowling?

I'd rather go to the shooting range. I've never been. I've fired guns before, lord knows, but never at the range. I choose C. Shooting range, final answer.

Has anything happened in the past month that made you really mad?

Yes, thanks for asking. But fortunately I'm back to being Bruce Banner now.

Do you prefer pie or cake?

You shouldn't make Lexi choose between pie and cake. It might make her angry. You wouldn't like her when she's angry...

I have set this bomb to go off while I think I'll be out with Sveta. Hopefully this will keep you busy while I'm gone. There's milk in the fridge, and you may each have one Freeze-Pop while I'm out. And if I hear anything about you punching your brother, young man, there will be no deserts for a month, understand?

In Response

I was responding to Drew's comment on the last post and it got a bit long so I decided to post it instead. Hey Drew, thanks for providing grist for the mill. He said, for those too lazy to look at it,

"I love your description of the three times. Rough, sensual, meaningful. It was like we were there listening to the sounds and inhaling the aroma."

I don't know if rough is quite the right word. Perhaps emphatic. Or energetic. Or maybe rough is the right word, just not rough like many people mean rough. I mean, compared to some things I read about on people's blogs, Sveta's and my rough should actually be "delicate and refined, with a hint of tenderness." But the triad of words captures what I was going for quite well.

It's funny, because I think this is the triad which works for relationships, those where we fuck three times in a row, that is. Obviously, if it's a one-time thing, it's differently completely. Sometimes that can be like my dad, who manages to satisfy me (mostly anyway) with once because it goes for ages, or sometimes it can be rough in the true sense of the word and scratch that itch, but not be continued.

Anyway, if there are three separate incidents in a session (I'm sounding so clinical, but I can't think of a better way to put it) it seems like the first is nearly always going to have that eagerness about it, the second you'll have burned off the eager and can get to the serious sensuality, and then the third, if the relationship is more than just a random fuck, you're obviously in it for the long haul so it's more meaningful.

But I've had sex three times with people who weren't like that at all. The first time, it was like we both weren't really into it, had to work up to being actually interested in fucking each other. Then the second followed right after the first, and we'd built up a rhythm and just kept it going, and then the third was usually trying to start up the rhythm again and failing, so the third time wasn't anything but getting off any way we could. It sounds unpleasant, but really, it just wasn't as fulfilling a relationship, I guess. The sex was fine, but in comparison, it didn't hold a candle.

Of course, there's also times when you're having a prolonged session and neither of you is the type who needs a breather after cumming (so this is pretty much only for the gals) and you can cum three times (or more if you're lucky) without really ever stopping and starting again. And that can happen a number of ways too: sometimes it can be a rising action, so that each new orgasm just adds to the pleasure until the last orgasm is the biggest and baddest and then you really do need a break. But sometimes it can be a tailing off, where the first cum turns you on but the subsequent ones don't improve on the primary, so to speak. And then there's the bump-in-the-middle, where the first cum gets you into it, then the second (or middle, depending on how many we're talking about) is the biggie, and then the last is a nice finish, like desert.

Actually one session with one orgasm can be similar to one session with multiple orgasms, if it lasts long enough. I find Dad to be a rising action usually, by the way, although occasionally he wears me out (yes, the old man wears me out) to the point where at the end, it's really more denouement than anything else. But I still get to that peak somewhere near the end before I start wondering if he's ever going to cum and whether I'm going to have to spend the rest of the day doing exercises to keep from being a cave for the next week.

Obviously, my preference is for one long orgasm which lasts as long as we fuck, so I can sometimes fool myself into thinking that any of the preceding is actually one orgasm which comes in waves and either rises or falls. That delusion is easiest to maintain in an altered state, which is one of the few things I can say for fucking drunk or stoned; you can believe you're cumming for hours. In the hands of an expert, I've done it (well, I felt like I'd done it, and that's all that matters, even if I know I really didn't), but usually, you're fooling yourself.

I think three is a good number. Three times is enough that you've put effort into it, but not so much that everyone is dead afterwards (well, those who can do it aren't dead; my dad would be, but I forgive him because like I said, the man can keep me going for ages and if he only cums once after all that effort, it's a good cum). Three means you can experience each type of position once (on top, on bottom, from behind, and yes I know there are others but they fit into that triad with some shoehorning). Three means that if you're in a foursome, everyone will have had everything (not that this happens) and beyond a foursome, there's a limit to the number of people you can service at any given time. Three means you can try something new once and then, if it didn't work out, go back for the last one to the old standard.

Of course, after three, I'll usually take a fourth. If you give Lexi an orgasm, she'll probably want another, and if you give her another, she'll probably want to pull out her toys, and if you let her pull out her toys, she'll probably want to use them on you, and if you let her use them on you, then you wind up with beads in your ass and your tongue occupied with her snatch and she still wants another damn orgasm. I used to love that book (If You Give a Mouse a Cookie) when I was younger. But I bet it's never been said quite that way.

And getting back to the original genesis of this post, one day they'll invent smell-o-vision and then you'll all be able to smell the aroma. Until then, I hope my descriptions will suffice, inept though they may sometimes be.

More Time With Sveta

I know a certain number of my audience were sure I was planning on spending some quality time with Sveta before she leaves, and they were right. She came over in the early afternoon yesterday, only this time we had nowhere to be and nothing to be nervous about. After we were naked and the usual things were out of the way (read: we both had satisfactory orgasms) we cuddled and talked.

I was all set to introduce the topic that I'm terrified to introduce. I know, people have told me I shouldn't just drop it all on her, and if I hadn't been such a wuss I could have started gradually instead of jumping right in at the last minute, but I'm a wuss so jumping in is the only option. But while I managed to bring up my father and we had a bit of girl talk about him, I never really said anything which gave any more indication that things go on than... well, than this sentence, actually. My writing in that last sentence was possibly more structured than my attempts to introduce the topic. I am a feeb.

I can rationalize it any way I want. She did say that she thought my father was hot, for a dad (which he is), but beyond that, nothing. And I did say that I agreed with her, but beyond that, also nothing. I don't open up to people naturally about a lot of things, and I'd just told her that I loved her two days ago, so maybe it was too much to expect. Well, not maybe. It was too much to expect. She'll go off to college and wonder a little at our last conversations, maybe, but that's about it. If I'm lucky, we'll stay connected and I might have an opportunity to rectify my inability to open up to her later.

After it became clear that I'm a wuss, I didn't want to spoil our last moments together trying to force something, so I let her convince me to make love again (yeah, she had to do some serious convincing, let me tell you). The pattern is typical: usually, we'll have three separate events, so to speak (at least). The first one is usually a bit rushed because we're both so eager, although sometimes it can be the best time because we're both so pent up. I've had killer orgasms during the first one, and the way she's gushed I think she has too. But sometimes we don't get exactly what we want.

Then the second time it's usually more sedate, the ya yas have been worked out and the lovemaking is slower, gentler, takes a bit longer. The orgasms are generally longer but less intense from that kind of thing.

Then the third time (or the last time, if there aren't three) combines aspects of rush and gentle. It's like a goodbye kiss, almost. Not that we necessarily stop at three or that she always leaves after three, but the last time of the day often is the most passionate, and for that reason it's frequently the best, even if it might not be as physically intense. There's an emotional aspect to it which makes it better.

The only caveat to that is if the last time is as we're both falling asleep, and then it's falling-asleep sex, which isn't anything like that. It's warm and tender and enjoyable, sure, but part of what's so enjoyable is falling asleep beside her, cuddled together. The orgasm is a plus, if there is one, but it's usually not much of a big deal.

Anyway, after number two, which was the slow, sedate fuck, we put on some clothes (some, not all, because even if she doesn't know about my family, she knows that they don't give a rat's ass about states of attire, so while her shyness keeps her from being naked, she usually pulls on panties and grabs a robe or just tosses on her shirt with nothing else, which, as you can imagine, makes my Dad's life simultaneously terrific and difficult when he sees us) and went down to dinner. We don't usually eat with my parents or anything, but we will see them around the house. They remain modest for Sveta's sake. I think it would probably be easier for me if she were to bust in on them fucking, but that doesn't happen so often in the household any more.

We did eat with my parents on this particular evening, and conversation was mostly about college and Sveta's upcoming attendance thereof, with some humorous tales of various college escapades thrown in. If Sveta and I had been roughly the same age and clothed, it would have been just like a normal dinner at home with a friend. My parents are good at making things seem normal at dinner; they could throw a cocktail party where everyone came naked, greet their guests by giving each one a big sloppy kiss, and then sit around having cocktail-party-type conversations while fucking wildly. It's their gift, I suppose. Some of it rubs off on me, but Sheri is really the master at it. She can talk about anything while being fucked hard and make it sound like it's perfectly normal to converse while fucking.

Anyway, after dinner, I was anxious and I think Sveta was too. God, if only I were open with her, we could have just fucked at the dinner table. How sexy would that have been? Don't answer, I already know. We went back upstairs for round three, which didn't feel like round three on this particular evening because we were both somewhat eager again, so it wound up being a recap of round one, although the sex was better. We did round three with the double dil, which always improves things, although it is tough to get a rhythm going with it. You really need three people to make a double dil fun: one for each end of the dil, and one to move it inside the other two. But we managed. The tension when we're face to face with the dildo pressing back trying to spring back into a straight line is intensely enjoyable, pleasures that wall between cunt and asshole that I think is underrated as an erogenous zone.

We went right back into if after she came, like we knew this might be our last night together for a while. Sveta needs more recovery time than I do, so she used one end of the dildo to fuck my pussy, and when I begged her to do something to my ass, she giggled and got the other end in there, and I came like nobody's business. By that point she was ready for anything I could dish out, so I left the dildo where it was, flipped her over, and rimmed her out. It was different from what we usually do, but when I got some fingers into both holes, she enjoyed it, and I gave her the ol' finger snap and got her cumming hard.

After that, we were worn out, cuddled and pillow-talked for a bit, then cuddled and talked about more serious things. She's scared, is going to miss me, loves me, that kind of thing. I told her she shouldn't be scared, that I was going to miss her more, that I loved her more, that kind of thing. We talked about Perry some more, and got to talking about guys in general. I was right, it was good for Sveta to get fucked, because it convinced her that James is over and that it's okay for her to have a guy, that it's not betraying me or a bad thing. I have made her promise to be safe (although that's incredibly hypocritical coming from me) and we think she'll be able to get on the pill now, which is also good.

She agrees with me that Perry is the best tongue, and she said she wished she had the time to do it again, because she liked having a cock in her again. But she said all this while couching it in saying that she still loves me the most. I'm interpreting a little; she's too sweet for her own good sometimes.

I was tired, but she was still wide awake, so eventually we threw clothes back on and went downstairs and watched a movie and snuggled. There was some fingering, but it was all light and not really sex, just enjoyment. My parents had gone to bed, so we wound up on the couch naked, wrapped together. I'm afraid I fell asleep at some point during the movie, warm, soft, and happy. Then we went back upstairs and did some falling-asleep sex, which didn't really finish (so when I woke up this morning, I felt like my crank had been wound a few turns already, but then waking up wrapped in the arms of a cute girl will wind my crank anyway).

In the morning, I got up early because that's what my clock is doing these days, and she had to get up because she's still got preparations to make. We took a shower together, which basically was an abbreviated and wetter version of the goodbye sex we often have, she got dressed, and we made plans to go shopping tomorrow.

Then I sat down and felt sorry for myself for half an hour, partially because of Sveta and partially because Dad had already gone to work so I couldn't get any from him (I know, I'm a nympho, I really am). Then I wrote this. Now you're up to date. I don't know if shopping will be anything other than shopping, but we'll get to see each other. And there's an outside chance that I'll get to have her over once more before she leaves. But I doubt it. She's got too much stressing-out to do about Freshman orientation. So it's likely that I've tasted her, felt her warmth against me, for the last time, at least for the foreseeable future.

Damn it. Now I'm back to sorry for myself. Maybe I'll see what Kate's doing. Or Perry. Or both. Or maybe I'll get some booze. I wish I had a gig to take my mind off of this. As it is, I've got nothing better to do than drink or fuck, and that's not a good place for me to be.

More Questions

Finally got around to stealing this from Spnk MeRed.

1. I give you money and send you into the grocery store to pick up 5 items. You can only pick one thing from the following departments. What do you choose?

   • Produce: Onions, so handy, I cook an onion practically every day. It's not sexy though.
   • Frozen: Something chocolate... or possibly some frozen vegetables because I'm boring.
   • Dairy: Milk
   • Meat: Bacon, ooh, delicious and horrible for you too.
   • Canned goods: Does hot sauce count?

2. Let's say you're heading out for a weekend getaway. You're only allowed to bring 3 articles of clothing with you. So, what's in your bag?

   Blouse, skirt, and depending on the weather, pants or shorts. All black. I can get along without undies if I have to. With those three things, I can make an appearance practically anywhere. In fact, I keep a set of blacks in my car at all times for pretty much that reason.

3. If I were to listen in on one of your conversations throughout the day, what 4 phrases or words would I be most likely to hear?

   • Various curse words (both for sexual and non-sexual reasons).
   • What's wrong with you (most often to my computer or to someone who has something wrong with them)?
   • As the midget said to Mae West (because by God I'm going to make that joke popular, and for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, it's like "That's what she said.").
   • I'm sorry (because I apologize a lot for things, even things which don't need apologies; it's a problem with me).

4. So, what 4 things do you find yourself doing every single day, and if you didn't get to do them, you probably wouldn't be in the best mood?

   • Pee, definitely.
   • Orgasm. Can't live without it.
   • Drink (not alcohol). I get parched easily and I've been known to pass out from dehydration if I'm not careful.
   • Sleep, because I don't get enough of it, so I'm nearly always not in the best mood I could be.

5. You're driving down the road, and suddenly you're hit with this sense of road rage. What 3 factors probably contributed to it?

   Tailgating me makes me slow down, way down, just to fuck with the person behind me until they give up and pass. But it's not exactly road rage. Basically, people can't drive, and sometimes it annoys me.

6. You just scored a whole afternoon to yourself. We're talking a 3 hour block with nobody around. What 5 activities might we find you doing?

   Diddling (since there's nobody around, which kind of sucks actually), reading, writing, napping, watching a DVD. I wish I could say blogging, but that's not as high on the list of activities. I still love you all though.

7. We're going to the zoo. But, it looks like it could start storming, so it'll have to be a quick visit. What 3 exhibits do we have to get to?

   I don't like zoos either, but if forced to go to one, I like to see cats of all kinds even though it makes me sad that they're in a zoo instead of roaming free, and then we can catch the reptile house and the bat cave, since both of them are indoors. Ha, fooled you, silly question!

8. You just scored tickets to the taping of any television show of your choice. You can pick any 4, so what are you going to see?

   I have no idea. I don't know if I'd want to see most TV shows be taped. It spoils the camerawork. But I guess I'd go see the Daily Show because I bet that's fun. After that, I'd like to see Futurama be taped live. Can you make that happen?

9. You're hungry for ice cream. I'll give you a triple-dipper ice cream cone. What 3 flavors can I pile on for ya?

   I'm not a big ice cream girl. Chocolate, chocolate, and chocolate, the darkest, strongest chocolate you've got, I guess. I had Ghirardelli chocolate ice cream one time; a scoop of that, a scoop of the Häagen-Dazs chocolate that comes from the rain forest, and a scoop of Ben and Jerry's New York Super-Fudge Chunk... well, that would probably kill me, but at least I'd die happy. You are talking to a gal who once asked Dairy Queen to make her a brownie blizzard without the ice cream, just throw the brownies and fudge sauce in a cup. I had to use a bit of sex appeal, but I got it, damn it.

10. Somebody stole your purse/wallet. In order to get it back, you have to name 5 things you know are inside to claim it.

    License, emergency condom, emergency lube, car keys, library card. Oh, and the $1 million I always keep in my purse. *gasp* It's gone? But I always keep that much spare change in my purse! I'm calling the insurance company right now.

11. You are at a job fair, and are asked in what areas you are interested in pursuing a career. Let's pretend you have every talent and ability to be whatever you wanted, so what 4 careers would be fun for you?

    Writer, director, sculptor, musician. Oh, just the whole Renaissance bit, really.

12. If you could go back and talk to the old you, when you were in high school, and inform yourself of 4 things, what would you say?

    • Don't take that Summerstock job in a few years. It's specific, but I think it would probably have helped a lot. That job almost killed me. I'm pretty serious; it didn't threaten my life, but it almost killed my spirit.
    • Maybe you should reconsider college. But if you do go, take more advantage of it.
    • Take more math classes, you dink. I don't care if you don't like them. In fact, I'd like to go back to earlier and tell myself to take more music lessons and quit being such a stupid bitch, because if someone had forced me to take music lessons like some parents do, I could be a much better musician than I am now.
    • It's not so bad. I'm not going to get all Chicken Soup on myself, but I think I'd probably tell myself that it's not so bad.

I can think of some funny answers to the last question:

• It's not just a lump.
• He was lying about being gay.
• Get out while you still can.
• They come for you next January. There's nowhere you can hide.
• Everything you're thinking right now is wrong, you little high-school shit.
• Your fourth marriage is going to be the worst one. After seven, you go numb.
• One of your children becomes a genius. The other becomes an axe-murderer. You'll be surprised, I guarantee.

But those wouldn't be things I'd say except if I was funning myself. I am the type of person who would go back in time just to mess with my own past's mind.

Three? Really?

Yes, really. I was browsing through my Picassa and found a pic which I'm not sure has ever been posted here, so I'm going to post it now. I have no idea where it comes from. Obviously, you guys just got lucky and get to see another pic of me.

Panties

For all you panties nuts out there (I know I am) I found this picture of pretty much exactly the panties Sveta and I were wearing yesterday. I wish I had pictures of us in them (or pictures of what our panties looked like after the evening even), but it'll have to do. Take what you can get.

Sveta Gets Some

I promised a big thing, and though I'm sure the intelligent people in the crowd knew what it was, here it is. Yesterday afternoon Sveta and I went over to Perry's house.

She came over to my place beforehand and we spent a fair amount of time getting dolled up, for reasons which escape me at the moment. Honestly, while I'm into getting pretty for a guy, especially for a special occasion, it was largely because Sveta was a little nervous. We had on our matching undies, we put on some makeup, did hair things (and that, I was not interested in at all, but I allowed myself to be talked into it), got on our dresses (I wore my yellow sundress, Sveta wore a knee-length ruffled blue skirt and a light blue blouse) and then dithered about while Sveta obsessed over details and I tried to tell her it was fine.

I'd called Perry earlier to confirm, and he sounded like he might be just as nervous as Sveta. And all this nervousness was rubbing off on me even though I really had no reason to be nervous. Well, except corrupting a minor and the chance that things would go horribly wrong somehow, but hell, that's life, right?

Eventually I got Sveta in the car and we tooled on over to Perry's house. He let us in the back door so it wouldn't be quite so obvious what was going on. Paranoia, what can I say.

He was gobsmacked by the two of us, and Sveta was shy, and so I wound up doing all the talking for a while. He asked us if we wanted drinks, snacks, whatever, and I said we should probably leave that for later. So we sat on the couch and looked for all the world like three people who had no intention of ever getting down to business, chatting idly about bullshit.

Eventually, Perry recovered from his stupor, and he and I began directing the conversation toward more interesting topics, and then he asked if we'd like to stay here or go upstairs. Sveta was coming out of her shell a little with my prodding, but she expressed no opinion, so I said, "Upstairs." And upstairs we went.

His bedroom was just like it had been the last time, a little cluttered but clean. I sat on the bed and put my arm around Sveta's midsection and squeezed her, then whispered in her ear, "Why don't you kiss him?" She giggled and looked at me with these wide eyes that spoke to intense desire to do just that but at the same time mortal shyness, so I gave her a little kiss and sort of half shoved her off the bed. She had to stand up then, and when I gave her a look, she went over to Perry, who was still hemming and hawing, and kissed him.

We're talking a chaste kiss, the kind a nun might give, but Perry got into it and put his arms around her and pretty soon they were kissing properly. I'd made up my mind before hand to let Sveta have first dibs on all the action and only get left-overs. This was her party, so to speak. So I sat there on the bed and watched the two of them finally get better acquainted. He took the lead, which he kind of had to do, and put his hands on her rump for a few moments before slipping them up and into her blouse. Then they broke away and she stood there shyly as he undid buttons and opened her blouse to expose those pretty tits of hers. There was nuzzling and kissing and all that excitement. His pants had a nice bulge by the time he got around to unhooking her bra.

Then they moved to the bed, Sveta lying back while Perry pulled off his own shirt in a hurry, then dropped his pants to the floor as well. He was wearing briefs, not the sexy kind either, but I guess he didn't have any other underwear or I'm alone in my impression. I stifled a giggle which they didn't notice. He was already pushing her skirt up to take a look at the fruits beneath. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip a little. I wondered a bit about that at the time, but I didn't think it was serious.

He got her panties off quickly, no messing around there. I thought that maybe I should warn him about her liquid proclivities, so to speak, but again, I didn't want to interrupt what appeared to be going quite well. I did take her hand in mine, and she squeezed it as he started lapping at her pussy. And oh my God, it's not just me, he's really good with his tongue, because he got her off in record time, and to his credit didn't make any notice of the fountain of juice that was produced. She was moaning as she came, her nipples hard as diamonds, and I did bend over and suck one of them, just a little, while she enjoyed herself.

The back of her skirt had a big wet spot on it when he was done, and she said to me, "You weren't kidding about it, were you?" Perry was already slipping her skirt down and she just lay there and let it happen, blissed out of this world. We kissed fiercely while Perry got his undies off too and then got up on the bed and asked Sveta which position she preferred. She just murmured, "Take me," so I put the condom on him and even enjoyed a bit of control and helped position him just right, and then he pressed in and Sveta had her second cock.

And boy did she like it. She came back to life after a few thrusts, pulling him down to kiss him, pressing his body full against hers. I pulled my dress over my head because I was warming up considerably, and then watched while Perry fucked Sveta. He didn't last long, as I expected, but honestly, could you have lasted long in his shoes? Maybe longer than he did, but his oral more than makes up for his lack of stamina.

He said he was close, and I told him she wanted to taste it. Maybe she didn't, but she was enjoying herself so much at that point that it didn't matter. He pulled out, pulled off the condom, and splashed her mouth and face with cum, a big load which he must have had some difficulty directing, because it didn't all wind up on her tongue. Then he sat back and got to enjoy watching me helping her clean up.

Sveta looked like she could use a drink at that point, so I said as much and went to the bathroom for some water. Then I slipped off my undies, because I wasn't going to be the only person in the room with clothes on and I was drenched anyway. I lay back on the bed beside Sveta, put my arm around her shoulder, and we kissed.

Perry took the hint and got between my legs and started eating me out, and before the pleasure overtook me I did have a momentary worry that, now that Sveta had had Perry, she'd never want me because I'm just not as good as he is. Ah, jealousy, you fickle bitch, always cropping up no matter how hard I try not to be. Anyway, I may not be as spectacularly climactic as Sveta, but I had a longer O and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Eventually, I even got Sveta to roll over and straddle me so we could kiss, breast to breast, while Perry worked his magic on my cunt and I believe got a finger into Sveta.

I don't think he'd ever had two girls at once before (which isn't surprising, I guess), because he didn't know exactly what to do. Basically, it was one at a time for Perry, but I was okay with that. I'd warned him earlier to save up, because I was expecting at least three loads from him, and he laughed and said he'd do his best.

I whispered in Sveta's ear, "Would you like to take him in your ass, or again in your pussy?"

"You haven't had anything yet."

"Honey, this is your party, and believe me, his tongue is good enough for me." I kissed her then, partially because it wasn't true. I did want some cock, but I was willing to put off my own enjoyment.

Sveta allowed as she'd prefer some more pussy action (I think anal still makes her a little nervous, and I don't blame her for not wanting to jump right back in with a new guy). So I told her to ask Perry to fuck her again. Which she did, in the most adorable voice, and if I hadn't been a woman, I would have killed to fuck her. Well, I still wanted to fuck her, but I couldn't do what she was asking him to do.

I heard him move away for a moment and saw him putting on another condom (I brought plenty of spares, in case, but he was also prepared because I told him that if he fucked her without, I would kill him slowly and painfully, and while he laughed, I think he knew I was being serious). And then he got behind her and pressed in, with her lying on my chest, her face getting that wide-open look she gets when something sticks into her for the first time. I had to kiss her, and I muffled her moans with my kisses until I felt her tense up and knew she was cumming again.

Perry didn't even make it out of her cunt; she came, and he came in the condom. I wished we'd been 69ing, because then I could have gotten a face full of both juices and cum, but it was okay, because watching her cum, face to face, her eyes get wide and then squint a little like she's focusing on something beyond my face, and her breathing stops for a moment and then comes in pants. God, sexy as hell, if I'd had any stimulation on my pussy at all I probably would have cum just looking at her.

We all rolled apart and Perry chucked the condom (which was annoying, since Sveta and I could have shared the cum, but ah well), and then we lay there, cooling off. It had been pretty intense.

Looking at Sveta, I decided that, like it or not, a break was probably in order. So we stumbled downstairs in the nude to get something to drink and snacks. At this point, I was wound up so tight you could have tipped me over with a feather, and I started making out with both of them while we were still eating, pressing myself against first Perry, then Sveta, then wrapping them both in an embrace.

"I think Lexi wants me," laughed Perry.

"Oh, honey, do you want another?" I asked Sveta. She said she wouldn't say no, but it was my turn. I half-heartedly tried to talk her into getting thirds, but eventually I caved, because I couldn't stand it.

Perry's cock was half-staff, and I got down there on the kitchen floor and worked on it until he was ready, then bent over the kitchen counter and begged him to fuck me. When he first pressed in, I had a small O, and then when Sveta came up next to us, I reached over and got my fingers up into her pussy, which was dripping wet. She giggled as I stroked her, and then Perry started fucking me harder, in earnest now, knowing I could take it from experience. I came again just as he grunted that he was ready, and then pulled out and spewed cum into Sveta's waiting mouth. She got all of it that time, smiled, and swallowed it.

With that done, I felt much better, although I realized after the fact that there had been no condoms in the kitchen. But for me, I didn't care. I just didn't want Sveta getting any ideas. We had some more to drink, nothing alcoholic strangely enough, then I asked Perry if he thought he could make it four if we worked on it. He said he was perfectly willing to watch the two of us together, maybe join in and help out, but that he wasn't making any promises on the subject of ability to get it up for a fourth.

We went back upstairs and Sveta and I made love, and my fears were groundless because she was just as into my oral ministrations as always. In fact, skipping ahead in the story, on the ride home, she said she had enjoyed his tongue a lot, but that she loved mine more, which tickled me to the point that... well, we'll get there. Perry enjoyed two hot girls making love on his bed to the point where, when I was eating Sveta out, he rolled me over and began eating me out. Sveta just laughed and planted her cunt on my face, and while I can't say that my technique didn't suffer from cumming like a freight train, it was still lots of fun.

I was blissed and gone by the time it was done, and when I saw Perry's cock was hard, I just scooted over a bit, let him lie down, and then Sveta, good girl that she is, put the condom on him herself and then eased her pelvis down on him until he was buried inside her tight young pussy like a cork in a bottle. After a moment, while they began to slowly fuck that way, I recovered enough to go around and kiss her, then work my way down her breasts, while my finger picked up juices and then pressed into her asshole. I know, I'm terrible. She jumped a little like I'd pinched her and gave me a wry look, but she got back to the rhythm of it, his hands on her hips bouncing her up and down on his cock.

I don't think she came, or if she did it was a very small one, but she enjoyed herself and then hopped off him when he said he was close and let me suck the spunk from his cock.

And that was that. He apologized profusely for not being as young as he'd like to be, but said he just couldn't keep up with us. And both of us were pretty good by that point, so we assembled the clothing, put back on those pieces that were needed for basic decency, and headed out. I guess we could have spent the night or something, waiting a while and gotten another out of him, but I was pretty sure he was going to sleep like a baby, and probably so was Sveta.

Then we headed home, talked about it. Sveta was pumped, said shed loved it, was so glad she'd done it, that kind of thing. And as I said, she got me so tickled that when we got back to my house, we headed upstairs and I showed her just how much she meant to me by making a mess of my bed. God, I'm really going to miss her. She cums like a fountain, tastes like a goddess, funny, cute, shy in a cute way, sexy, smart... yeah, I love her.

Which is what I said as we lay there in bed. Because I do, and I'm to the point where, even if I feel guilty for loving her and not being up-front with her, I do love her. She snuggled with me and said that she loved me too, which was the best part of the evening. It wasn't mid-sex screams of "Oh God I love you." It was actual feelings. I don't know where the actual feelings will go, but we both have them, and it gives me some hope, selfish though it might be, that we might continue to have a relationship after she leaves for college. I hope we can still be friends, even if she finds a boy and the usual things happen. Obviously, I'd prefer if she finds a boy and we can both share him. But anyway...

After we'd basked and loved as much as we could, she changed into something without a noticeable stain on it, left me her sex-stained things do wash with mine, and I dropped her off at home. Came back, and it was later than I'd wanted it to be, so I crashed.

What an evening. Perry was a gentleman, Sveta got plenty of loving, and I got to tell her how I feel and learn that she feels that way too. Obviously, this is just the eye of the hurricane, but today I'm hoping to be able to keep my hormones in check and keep my mood upbeat and forget that next week, she's off to college.

Hope you enjoyed the saga (and it really is a saga, it's that long) and that you have plenty of excitement of your own.

Work Clothes

Firstly, before I get into the post, just wanted to let everyone know that I know I've been active, but really, don't expect a post every day. I'm not a machine, and I don't have my own computer, and it's hot and summer and blah blah blah. Excuses, excuses, I know. Plus, I'm saving up my creative juices for something big soon. I hope.

Anyway, I was discussing my work attire and the fact that I am in construction, sort of, with someone who knows who he is, and got to thinking about it, and decided to share.

Basically, when I'm working, I don't dress sexy. I know that's hard to deal with, but I dress for safety and comfort, not sex, because generally, I try not to let my personal and professional lives mix. I've been more or less successful with that over the years, but usually, when I'm working, I'm business. Now, when I'm working doing something like running a light board, which requires practically no work at all, I dress more casually, in a skirt sometimes, especially if there's a social event after the show.

But when I'm actually working, moving things or building or doing stuff like that, I wear pants and boots, not sexy boots but steel-toed, because I've dropped too many heavy things on my feet. I mostly dress in black even if I'm not going to have to be backstage, because you never know, plus the dirt doesn't show. I wear jeans, not even tight ones, and t-shirts often. I tie my hair back and sometimes wear a bandanna. Yes, I know, I am still sexy, but I'm not dressing to impress. However, with regard to the boots, I think I look dead sexy in when I'm wearing them without my other work clothes. I've worn them as elements of costume on several occasions, and while they may not be thigh-high vinyl, they do look quite different when I'm wearing them with a black miniskirt and tank top, for instance. A whole new spin on my work boots.

I don't wear a tool belt; I don't find them useful enough and they generally make my pants fall down, which is nice for everyone else but a distraction. I did once have a pants calamity at work, before I realized that even without a tool belt putting heavy things in pockets causes problems. Fortunately, I was wearing panties at the time, and I was quick on the uptake so they didn't wind up around my ankles, but several people got a good look at me in a state of semi-undress. Which isn't really that odd, in theatre. They shrugged it off.

Which brings me to the other part of theatre clothing, which is that if you're working in the theatre, you wind up seeing people naked. And if you're professional about it, you can't notice. Sure, you do notice, but you don't act like it. So while I'm sure that, in my career (if you can call it that, since it was all for laughs) as an actor, I've had to change in front of people who've seen me, if not naked, at least nearly naked, I don't think I've slept with any of them. Not because they're gay, but because you don't notice. After a while, you just learn to compartmentalize. So yes, I've seen good friends naked. I've seen people who were much more important than I was naked. I've seen semi-famous people naked. And I could give you a run-down, but I won't, because that would be crass and probably would result in someone realizing who I am and then I would be blackballed. You don't notice.

Plus there was that whole "acting naked, sex on stage" thing I talked about earlier, but that's different. Backstage, the etiquette is very clear, and I believe in it heartily. Not to say that I didn't use some things I've seen to fuel fantasies down the pike (and that's particularly if the guy was hot but gay, which means all I'm ever going to get is a fantasy). But I didn't see anything.

Now, back to me in work clothes. I've never done a striptease in my work clothes and then dumped a bucket of water on myself. Sorry if that's your secret fantasy. I have had sex in my work clothes, and not because I came home in them to sex (that's happened a lot). Like I said, I try very hard to compartmentalize, but I have fucked a coworker on a few occasions. It doesn't happen so much any more, and when it has, it's been when I wasn't in my "work" clothes. And they weren't "coworkers" so much as fellow workers at the same organization. I have fucked a person with whom I worked regularly.

We were both technicians at a theater over the summer (back when I was dumb enough to work Summerstock) and it was a very stressful situation, and the housing was coed, and at the opening night party thrown by a bunch of rich benefactors that all the staff had to go to, we both got roaring drunk and made out on the dance floor, and then wound up in a guest room at the place hosting the shindig fucking like rabbits. I honestly recall very little of that evening. It was almost like rage sex, only the rage was against the shitty circumstances, not each other.

Well, it was awkward for a few days, until we both got into another situation where there was stress relief in the form of liquor and pot, and we both had an hour to kill and decided to kill it by fucking. Which, amazingly enough, managed to kill the awkward, since we made the decision mostly sober and only later got blasted. Don't work Summerstock (this message brought to you by the Lexi Committee to Keep People From Having to Go Crazy).

After that, it seemed perfectly natural to hook up to work off the tension, and we wound up fucking in both our rooms (our housemates were amused but pissed because we both had single rooms when by rights we should have had roommates, or at least I should have) and in various locations around the job site. Really, there's a lot of time spent waiting in theatre, and what better way to wait than by having a quickie?

A month before the end of things, we had a bit of a fight over something stupid, and then he went out and fucked some chippy who worked in the office, and I decided that I was done with that. Which was too bad, because I could have waited for the end of the contract and then never seen him again, but still been able to relieve all the pressure by fucking him.

I could have found someone else on the staff; it wouldn't be that hard. Summerstock is like that; a lot of show romances (by that, I mean hook-ups which only happen because two people are in the same show). But I decided to be professional, and wound up horny as hell for the rest of the summer. That was the longest period of my life, I think, where I had virtually no outlet. I almost went back to the guy, asked if he wanted to just be fuck-buddies, no strings attached, but basically that's what we had been, so the pride was a factor. I did get some loving from some random hookups, but I had to plan for those and have time, which fortunately at that point I wound up having.

So yeah, that kind of soured me to fucking a coworker. Not that it's not fun and exciting, but it's a little lazy and likely to be awkward, and I like to keep professional relationships happy, because you never know when you might need to work.

To answer the unspoken question, yes, a few of my work outfits have cumstains. The wonderful thing about black fabric that doesn't look good is that a sharpie can take care of small stains and people won't notice because they won't be looking hard. Learned that from a friend of mine in the same field who said she started out trying to use paint, but found that sharpies work much better. And since there are always sharpies around, it's like the opposite of those bleach pens. Plus, all my work clothes are stained from other things, so it's not like anyone would notice a cum stain or two.

Sexy Underwear

I love sexy underwear. In fact, I've been thinking about it, and seeing a girl in panties is almost more attractive to me than seeing her naked. Well, they've got to be sexy panties, granny panties won't cut it (although I've seen a few girls in granny panties who were hot as hell even then).

It's a bit odd that I find underwear more erotic than naked, I guess. And it's really the one clothing item that I splurge on. I haven't recently, but while I may wear clothing most of the time that makes me look like I just got back from the Red Cross after a hurricane, I'll usually have on sexy panties underneath if I'm feeling it. I have a lot of panties, some I've gotten hand-me-down from my sisters (and a few from my mom) but a lot that I've bought. I enjoy different colors and styles, although I have to say that I think a pair of low-cut cotton bikini-style panties in any color is probably my favorite, even if it might not be the most exotic.

Now, I'm not interested in stealing other people's to collect, and while I can enjoy the smell of panties fresh off someone, I'm not a pantie-sniffer by any means. I just like the way they look. And guys, sadly, I don't like in tight-fitting underwear. Although I briefly dated a guy who liked to wear girl's panties, and that was interesting. He had his own and he let me swap with him, but seeing him in them didn't turn me on incredibly. But a guy in boxers is the way to go for me; and I like guys naked more than I like guys in clothes. It's really just girls that I like in underwear, I guess.

My love of panties has kind of rubbed off on Sveta, partially because until we met she had nothing by way of sexy undies. The poor girl was wearing bargain-basement cotton whites with no form at all, not even in her size. We've since fixed that. She's not my size either, so I couldn't exactly loan her panties, but she has borrowed some which were less restrictive in terms of size, and we've gone shopping. In fact, yesterday we went shopping for panties, partially because we wanted to pick out a matching set for our meet-up with Mr. Klein... Perry. It couldn't happen this weekend, but next week she's done with her summer job and it's going to happen then, because the week after that, she'll be going off to college.

We settled on yellow with red stripes, bra and pantie set, almost a bikini except a bit too revealing. They've got little trimmings of red lace around them, they're cut high enough to almost be a thong but they ride low on the hip, and you can see ass-crack if we bend over at all. They aren't the most comfortable things I've ever worn, partially because they ride so low but are cut so high, and I might not have chosen them myself, but Sveta thought they were adorable and they had them in both our sizes. Me, I don't know if I'm going to wear a bra at all, but at least the panties will match for the few seconds he sees them.

She also got a red lace pair, almost the size of Daisy Dukes except practically see-through. I enjoy them a lot; I like panties that cover and conform exactly to the shape of her ass and hips, but don't leave much to the imagination. And yet, the little bit of concealment they provide is incredibly sexy in a way which seeing her naked wouldn't be. Not that she's not sexy naked, but she's sexy in a different way in these.

We went back to my house and she tried them on for me, strutting around in nothing but these cute red wisps of lace. Did I mention that topless beaches are incredibly arousing? She's getting very good at pressing my buttons, covering her breasts coyly and pouting her lips. God I'm going to miss her when she goes. There are several reasons why I can't show you a picture, but take it from me, dead sexy.

And then I ate her out through the fabric of her panties for a while, which made her giggle more than anything else. I still had on my shirt and panties, and she was lying there in nothing but these red teasers and giggling with my head between her thighs. And I know it was sexy because later on, Dad said he'd peeked through the door, which I must have forgotten to close, and had a difficult time not coming in and joining us. Which raises a whole other series of problems, but let's leave that for now. Anyway, eating her through the fabric was a good opener but not too effective so eventually she shucked them and I got to taste her properly. I'd like to think that Dad stuck around outside the door and stroked it watching us, but he'll neither confirm nor deny that.

Once I got her over the hump, so to speak, she got my panties off and returned the favor. Then, sadly, she had to go home, but she was happy as a clam with her new panties. And I went looking for Dad, found him, and got his part of the story out of him as he fucked my brains out. He thinks, by the way, that taking Sveta to meet with Mr. Klein is a good idea, much better than involving her with the family. But he's a bit more safety-conscious than I am about things like that, I guess. He's just sorry he won't be able to watch. I told him that if we could just figure out a way to let Sveta in on the family secret, he could watch all he wanted, and more, and he laughed and ground into me until I came. He's not going to solve that problem for me. If I want to do it, I'm not even sure he'll think it's a good idea, notwithstanding his desire to plow little Sveta like she's never had before.

So yeah, next week is going to happen. I want to give Sveta a big send-off. In fact, we're going to spend more than just one day doing that. Mr. Klein... I've got to stop calling him that... won't occupy more than a few hours, and beyond that, I'm monopolizing her time as much as possible. Because I'm really going to miss her. And I can't think about that.

Deadly Sins

Greed:	Very Low
Gluttony:	Low
Wrath:	Low
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Low
Lust:	Very High
Pride:	Medium

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz.

Brazenly stolen from Spnk MeRed. But sadly, I know enough HTML that I could probably doctor these results. I'm not suprised by them at all though. Who wouldn't think I was lustful? And I'm fairly lazy too. One of the nice things about being lazy is that I don't care all that much whether I am or not.

Visual Aids

As a joke, I told Gwen she should send me a photo for my blog. I didn't even remember saying it to her. Well, she sent one, and even though it's way hotter than most of mine which pisses me off, I'm going to post it anyway because I've got no other pics than ones people send me. Some day my computer will work and I'll have more of my own to show off. Until then, this should tide you over nicely.

Her breasts are bigger than they look (and her nipples get much puffier when she's aroused), and this isn't a recent picture I don't think. But still... I almost typed "bust still," Freudian slip there. And I have no idea who took the pic or where it is or anything like that. Beggars can't be choosers. If I had a pic of our recent fun, believe me I'd share, but we didn't have any camera except her cell phone and were really too busy to be taking crappy snapshots. As I've said, I'm not the shutterbug of the family.

Gwen Part III

Ah, the long-awaited Part III, where I discover that Darth Vader really is my father. Only kidding. That would be Part V. Part III is where I'd turn to the Dark Side, only I don't do that. The Naughty Side, maybe, just a little dark, nothing major. Thank goodness I'm not a Jedi.

We woke up pretty early for me, went down, had another continental breakfast (yay free food) and decided to wander around because it had cooled off a little. Went and saw a movie together, managed not to make fools of ourselves mostly because the movie was interesting and didn't inspire much in the way of making out in theaters. Had lunch at a little place which served bagels, which was cheap enough for me. I love lox on bagels (the taste is mildly reminiscent of something else, wink wink) but I couldn't afford it, not if I was going to go out to bars later, as I had agreed to do.

At about 5 we went to this terrific little bar, hole in the wall but with great personality. The people were laid back, the bartender was cute and flirty, but he was obviously just having some fun and not going to make a presence of himself. We had beer, which is different for me since I'm not a beer drinker normally, but this was imported or something, very tasty and quite alcoholic, probably 25-30 proof. Not having much in our stomachs, it hit us harder than I expected, or maybe it was just that it was beer and I wasn't used to it.

Anyway, the bar was fun but not a place to pick up people, which Gwen obviously wanted to do, so we left after a while and went to another place which was, again, too loud and crowded for me but Gwen seemed to love. She was dancing and drinking and I got to talking with the bartender, who was this hip-looking guy who was a writer when he wasn't tending bar. We had a much more intelligent conversation, albeit slightly drunk on my end, than I think he was expecting from someone like me, and so he paid more attention to me than I guess his bosses would have liked. I got several free drinks, which was nice, and we got to talking and when he found out I was staying in a hotel he said, "No way, you've got to come back to my place after I get off, we can really have a party there."

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, since he wasn't exactly flirting with me, nor was I quite comfortable with the idea of a party which was more extreme than the one going on in the bar, which seemed pretty extreme to me. But the drinks talked me into it, and I asked if Gwen could come along and he said sure.

Which is how we wound up leaving that bar at midnight with the bartender, Jonah, and Gwen's catch whose name I didn't really catch but sounded like Burt or Brock or something grunt-y like that. They were into each other in a major way, whereas I had my arm around Jonah's shoulders but in a way which seemed companionable rather than sexual.

His place was a good long walk, during which Bud and Gwen snogged their way around the bases to the point where I think she might have made him cum in his pants, and Jonah and I talked about ancient Egypt, a subject about which I am reasonably knowledgeable, and about which he had some views as well. We finally got to his place, which was in a very quiet sector of town, and it was huge, more of a house than an apartment. And lo and behold, there were several other people there, of both sexes, his housemates or something like that. I was introduced but I couldn't really give you the count or the names, and anyway it doesn't really matter.

It turned out that what Jonah meant by "a real party" was much more laid back, with good music and cheap liquor and couches and talking about shit. Much like many college parties I'd been to, which I guess could be explained by the fact that all these people were in grad school or something like that. Gwen and Bud were not interested in any of that, until finally I asked Jonah if there was a spare room or something where they could go to be alone, because otherwise I was afraid they were going to just start fucking on the couch next to me. Not that I would have minded, but for propriety's sake.

He laughed and said that no one cared, which surprised me until he kissed me and pulled me into his lap. I was perfectly okay with that. When I looked over, Gwen had her skirt hiked up and was sitting on Bubba's cock, and hell, nobody did care. Housemates came and went and didn't comment at all on the fact that there was sex happening. I was ready for some sex myself, and I whispered in Jonah's ear that I could feel his cock against my ass and did he want to do something about that.

He reached around and stroked me through my panties (I know, if I were truly hardcore I would have gone commando, but I'm not truly hardcore any more) and nibbled my ear. There was another couple who were making out on the opposite side of the room, and one guy who looked blitzed and perfectly happy to just sit and watch.

If I had been more in control of the situation and had known exactly what was up, I might have been able to have an orgy. But as it was, once I started getting really antsy, Jonah practically carried me up the stairs to his room, laid me down on the bed, pulled his clothes off, and fucked me. We started missionary with nearly all my clothes still on, but after a few minutes I moved away for a moment so I could pull of my clothes too, then I rolled on top of him and rocked on him until I exploded. Then we fucked slowly, spooning side by side, until he whispered that he was close, and I begged him to cum inside me. I don't know what I was thinking; I wasn't, I guess. Not that I'm worried about pregnancy, but I don't know him.

But damn, having him cum up in my pussy felt so good. There were five or six blasts, and he confessed after he finished and we were just lying there that he hadn't had any action in a week. I asked him if he regularly brought women home from the bar and he said, "No, normally my girlfriend is with me." Which kind of gave me pause, because obviously he was cheating on her with me, and I'm not really okay with that.

"She doesn't mind," he said. "The house is open. I've fucked two of the other girls, and I know she's had at least one of the other guys. Not to mention any outsiders."

Maybe he was lying. But honestly, I didn't care all that much, except for the small pang of worry about the fact that obviously he was a higher risk for STDs and I didn't want to get any.

He had some whiskey in his room, which is really not my scene but at that point I probably could have drunk rubbing alcohol without much complaint. We took several hits from the bottle each, and then I asked him if he'd ever fucked a girl in the ass, to which he said yes, but that he was always on the lookout to do it again.

So I got me some anal. It was a little rough to begin, just because I hadn't done anything anal in too long and there wasn't any lube to speak of, but once I got used to it and took another slug of whiskey, I lay with my ass in the air while he slowly, firmly fucked my tight ass. He commented on how tight I was, asked me if I did this a lot, and I said, "Not as much as I'd like, any more." Or word to that effect. I was pretty drunk.

I came again, he came in my ass, then pulled out and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Which seemed like a good idea, so I followed him after a moment. Ran into another guy in the hallway, me totally naked, and I couldn't remember his name or even if I'd been introduced. He grinned and said that if Jonah was finished for the evening, I was welcome to have seconds in his room. I said I'd consider it.

Jonah laughed when I told him. He was washing his hands when I barged in, didn't blink when I just sat on the toilet with him there. He said, "I'm not proud, and you're a hell of a lay, so go for it."

"You're done?"

"Only if you want me to be."

Truthfully, it was tempting, but Jonah was a decent guy, treated me well, and his cock was hard as he was talking to me, so I said, "I'm fine with you for right now."

We went back to his room and he took me face to face again, slowly and with a lot of kissing and stroking. Eventually though, we determined that both of us were in no state to get off by slow and tender, so I flipped around and he fucked me from behind, not anal which is too bad, but still, rougher, like I need when I'm as drunk as I was. I managed to squeeze out a few moans before he thrust hard and came into me, although I didn't feel a thing that time. Then he pulled me to him and we kissed for a minute or two.

For whatever reason, even though I had been up way too early and it was now almost dawn, I was still hot to trot. I took another swig from his bottle and turned around to find that he had passed out across his bed, so I drunkenly through everything to the winds and went over and just walked in on the other guy in bed with Gwen.

She was more sober than I was, by this point. She was riding him reverse-cowgirl, and told me what was going on between thrusts down with her cute little ass. Burk had cum once and then come to his senses and gotten shy and confused and gone home, and Gwen had joined in a little with the other couple, but they weren't that interested in company, so she wound up all alone downstairs with no one to talk to and nothing much to do. Then her new fella, Quin, showed up (so apparently I hadn't been introduced after all) and they chatted and he said if she was interested, she could come up to his room and see his etchings (or whatever guys say these days).

I was all set to leave, but Gwen gave me a look which said I didn't dare, so I went over and said hello to Quin more personably, then kissed Gwen and asked where I could be most useful. I wound up between their legs licking Quin's balls and shaft as Gwen rode him, and when he announced that he was about to cum, , she pulled him out of her and aimed his cock at my mouth so I got several spurts on lips and tongue and face. We had a little fun cleaning up, and then went and flanked Quin as he lay there stroking two gorgeous asses.

He was hard again in no time, and this time he got Gwen at the foot of the bed and fucked her from behind as she licked my cunt until I was wailing. I'm not normally a big noisemaker, but I was making some noise that night. So much, in fact, that another guy, the guy who had been watching downstairs, knocked on the door. "Everything okay?" he asked, I hope as a joke because he would have had to be seriously stupid if he was really asking.

I hopped up and opened the door and practically pulled him in, had his pants down around his ankles before he could say, "Boo." Because I wanted two cocks, damn it. I was incredibly drunk, drunk to the point where, if I got any worse, I wouldn't remember. But that's only happened to me a handful of times, and honestly, it sucks because I understand that I do wild things in that state but then can't remember any of them, which sort of ruins the fun.

I don't know what the other guy's name was, and I don't care. He got hard in my mouth in an instant, and then I pulled him over and asked Gwen if she'd loan me Quin for a few minutes so I could get some DP. Quin seemed pretty sober, but I didn't ask him, and the other guy was drunk enough that he didn't seem to care. I let Quin do my ass, straddled the other guy and then felt Quin's cock press home. God, it was everything I'd been missing for months. DP is an acquired taste, I understand, but I have been jonesing for it in a major way.

Unfortunately, it didn't last very long. Quin came after a handful of thrusts into my ass, and then when I was adjusting myself for some serious fucking of the other guy, he came all over my stomach and his. I cleaned him up and he was already snoring; Quin had to wake him up to get him out of the room because there really wasn't enough space for four.

Gwen looked like she wanted to go to bed too, and I was starting to feel sated, so I bid them both goodnight because three in one bed is too much, and went back to Jonah's room. He was rolling a joint, which I smoked with him, and then we made out but couldn't muster the energy for fucking. I wound up sucking him off because he needed to cum after the windup and I was still horny but too tired to do much of anything about it.

We fell asleep end to end, my feet by his head and vice versa. And when I woke up, it was afternoon and the other side of the bed was empty.

The rest of the story could be longer, but would be fairly boring. Suffice to say that Gwen had to leave the next day, we were both hungover and possibly still in a slightly altered state. I found her lying on Quin, got her up, we said adios, and she sprung for a cab to get us back to the hotel because it was a long way. I would have walked it because I think by that point I had about two dollars to my name, but Gwen paid and I didn't argue.

We made love once more in the shower, then moved to the bed and slowly ate each other out, then fell asleep again. And bright and early at nearly dawn the next day, Gwen got me up, checked out of the hotel, and then took me home. I wanted her to come in and stay a while, but she had to drive back, so with a kiss and a thank-you, she headed out.

And then I crashed. That was the most extreme thing I've done since college probably. I went and got tested, clean bill of health, and now I'm kind of looking forward to a few more weeks of Sveta and normality before she goes, which I'm not thinking about because it makes me cry.

Anyway, Gwen is a barrel of laughs and I never expected things to get that crazy, and honestly, I'm not sure I could stand to do it over for a while. If she visits more often, we're going to have to keep it to more of a dull roar, because my wallet and my brain can't take too much wild these days. I was a wreck the day after. I'm just now getting over it.

But fun. Worth doing. Not setting a good example for the kids, but I'm not sure I care that much. Sveta's heard some of it and when we meet up she'll hear the rest.

But crap, I've still got to try to organize the meet between us and Perry. Getting down to the wire. Don't know if it will be possible, but we'll see. And we'll try not to make that wild and crazy, because I can't take that and neither can Sveta. Fortunately, he's not wild and crazy.