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Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in the "Cherry Princess" journal:
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11:12 pm
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Long absences
I feel like I have been in sexual deepfreeze all summer. I admit, I've been busy applying to schools to continue my long process of formal education, hopefully culminating in a career as an OB/GYN. Why am I torturing myself? Oh yeah, because I want to get a job looking at vaginas all day being stretched out, torn and generally ill-used by the heads of little children popping out of them or oozing the most unsexy types of discharge possible or invaded by large white cancerous tumors. No wonder I didn't want to write in this journal all summer. Just thinking about so many unhappy vaginas makes me depressed. Maybe I should be a urologist instead...or a proctologist. "Now bend over, darling, I just need to stick my little finger up your bum so I can feel your prostate." Ooh, that's dirty. But then again, you get the story of, "Well, gee, Doctor, I slipped when I was changing the lightbulb and this horrible pain shot through me as it wedged [wrong side up] in my anus...and now I can't get it out!" Argh.
I guess there's a reason aside from lawsuits why doctors can't see their patients in a sexy light. Do doctors ever want to play doctor?
Well, now I can forget about it for a while and get back to my usual depraved self. YAY!
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06:18 pm
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Musical accompaniment
I know that this is a well-covered subject, but what songs/artists do you like to listen to when you're having sex?
Personally, I've always had a soft spot for Dave Matthews Band...due in part to a rather public sexual experience at one of their concerts, but still...
I actually like lots of different kinds of songs, as long as they have a good beat and a sexy feel with lyrics that aren't too distracting.
Current Mood:  horny
Current Music: Seven Days-Craig David
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09:13 pm
[Link] | It has been thirteen years today since my mom died...and the pain spilling up through my throat today, thinking about her and missing her presence in my life, is, for some reason, causing me to well up in other places. I have the strongest desire to fuck into oblivion tonight, if only to return to feeling dead inside. Is this weird?
Current Mood:  melancholy
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07:13 pm
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You're Ulysses!
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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03:40 am
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Storytelling...
OK, this is not a sexy entry. It is a personal pet peeve: it's very distracting to me to be reading a sexy story, almost at the point of getting off, and to see "tounge." Dammit, people, it's "tongue." Use the friggin spell checker. It almost keeps me from coming. It certainly turns me off to the writer.
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12:27 am
[Link] | The weather this week has made me want to break out my bikini again. It's been very warm (in the 80s) for the past three days. I don't have the patience to lie out, but I wish that I did so that I could take a userpic that wouldn't blind the hell out of people. I guess it doesn't help, though, that I am always thinking of taking my userpic at night. ;)
What is everyone's opinion on skin tone? To tan or not to tan, that is the question. See, I always think of my own pale skin as less than attractive and wish that I had the kind of skin that would lend itself to lying out. However, I'd end up with burns in very interesting places if I tried to get the tan that I think would make me look better. Even more confounding is that I myself often find pale skin attractive, as long as it is on other people. Sooooo...what's the verdict?
Current Mood: pale
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12:22 pm
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Yeah, I'm non-traditional
You're Bettie Page!
What Classic Pin-Up Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Current Mood: pleased
Current Music: Poe-"Hello"
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10:44 pm
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Feel the rhythm...
I had occasion to dance twice this week...more than usual...and the pulse of the music made me think of how much more sensual I am when there is music playing than I am in the silence or in chatter. I will get up on the floor when there is a crowd and I can blend in. I'm a shy and circumspect person most of the time, despite the devil hiding inside and longing for release. But music puts me in the mood. I get out on the dance floor and become an ass whore...Yep, I'm one of those girls who loves to shake her ass, grinding right up against some lucky guy...I love it when I can feel a guy's erection rubbing against my ass as we grind.
Unconsciously, I adjust my walk to a sultry stride, matching the rhythm in every song, be it a pulsing merengue beat or a slow jazzy cadence or a rolicking country strumming. I know that this response to music is normal; theses and books have been written about this, I'm sure, but I love those moments of simple yet profound thought that strike every so often...
I love to make up playlists for every possible mood and activity. A friend from my early file-sharing days had a folder he created called "Songs to Fuck To," and despite the crudeness of his title, it was an apt category, and it felt very sexy to listen to those songs. I am a devotee of John Cusack, and High Fidelity is probably my favorite of his movies...The end of the movie, in which John's character compares making a mix tape to setting the pace for lovemaking, is one of my favorite movie moments and truths. Here are my recommendations for setting your mood:
"Tuesday's Gone" by Lynyrd Skynyrd (thanks to my friend for bringing this one to my attention---it was part of his original list)
"Doin' It" by LL Cool J (if you're feeling explicit)
"By Your Side" by Sade or "Waiting in Vain" by Bob Marley & the Wailers (slow and smooth)
almost anything by Dave Matthews Band
I am trying to think of an intelligent way to sum up my point...a way that won't seem trite or proscriptive...but I'm at a loss. I guess this entry was less of a drive and more of a ride...no set conclusions to reach...
Current Mood: sexy
Current Music: "Groove Is in the Heart"
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01:54 am
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Sexual musings...
I'm a very naughty girl...It has been quite a while since I last updated. I've been lurking instead of writing. My last real post was on Halloween.
Lately, I have been thinking about how little most people usually know about the sex lives of the people around them. On the surface, I look like a very normal girl. I might even come across as repressed...but nothing could be further from the truth.
My coworkers and I got drunk just over a week ago at our Christmas dinner, and we started confessing our sexual sins...Another woman, now in her mid-to-late fifties, told us about how an old boyfriend got her to have sex with him and his best friend at the same time and about how another time, she had a threesome with a female friend and the friend's boyfriend. Now, I knew that this woman was into drugs back in the day, but I never really thought about the sexual side of the freedom of the 1970s. When I thought more about it, I realized that, for most people, our sex lives are the one thing that we keep separate from everyone else. I mean, look at me: I never talk about my sex life to people who actually know me. I hope that this extreme circumspection doesn't bite me in the ass in the end. I wouldn't want to get married to someone who is not sexually adventurous. I can barely even imagine being trapped in a marriage where sex is always the same way. I want to have it every way.
Some of the women's stories were quite tame, but others were more exciting.
My straight-laced boss confessed that she likes the thrill of public sex, which actually is pretty tame, as far as I'm concerned.
Another woman said that she'd had sex with a random guy six times at her sister's wedding, including twice in the car on the way to pick up her son for the wedding. Now, that impressed me---not so much the number of times but the combination of circumstances. He was just someone she met there---he was a groomsman, I guess---and she had sex with him all over her parents' house and in the car and...you get the picture.
One woman told an embarrassing story, rather than a wild one. The first time that she and her husband had sex (they were just dating at the time, not married yet), she put in a sponge and I guess she put too much water in it. When they finished having sex, there was froth all over everything, and her husband said, "I guess I worked up a lather."...It doesn't sound as funny reading it now as it was when she told the story...Sorry.
And the last woman who confessed remembered a time when she was traveling a lot for business, several years ago. She always traveled first class and usually went international because she was working in Europe quite a lot. So she'd ride the 747s often. They had lounges upstairs for the first-class passengers and, on each jet, there was a bathroom at the front of the lounge, just behind the cockpit. Every time she flew, this woman would look around first class, pick out a guy who looked good, take him upstairs and have drinks, and have sex with him in the bathroom at the front of the lounge.
I'm only 23. I have years in which I can make my sexual fantasies into reality. Name a fantasy and I would probably do it if presented the opportunity with only a few notable exceptions. Does that mean I'm depraved?
I've also been thinking about the sort of undefined sexual orientation that is becoming more acceptable now. I know we're not there in terms of liberating our sexual identities, but it's interesting how more people identify as bisexual now than ever before. My boss went to a conference a couple of months ago and she talked with someone who is a massage therapist to the stars. This massage therapist works on big-name celebrities and said that almost everyone she knows in Hollywood is either gay or bisexual. I have never had a same-gender sexual experience, but I would in a heartbeat if it were the right girl involved. And I think gay guys and bisexual guys are inexpressibly hot.
Okay, sorry that my thoughts aren't more organized and better expressed, but it's pretty late right now, and I guess I'm just spouting off.
Cheers!
Current Mood:  contemplative
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02:20 am
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Boob-age
Last night seemed to be all about the boobs at the Halloween party I went to. I was dressed as a Renaissance wench (bodice, flowing shirt, and skirt). This girl (I think she might have been bi) asked me what would happen if I wore the costume without the shirt underneath. I said that it would be pretty risque (my boobs would have been completely bare as the bodice was low). Then a guy dressed as a flat-chested drag queen asked if he could have my boobs. I laughingly informed him that they were attached and I couldn't really give them to him. One of the girls who lived at the house where the party was took him in the back to find a bra and some tube socks to make him some boobs. They didn't come out very well, though...they were misshapen and very hard. ;) I guess all the focus on sexual stuff makes sense since the party was in the city and some of the people attending had come from the Castro...
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11:09 pm
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Exhibitionism
It is very windy tonight...so much so that I stood in front of my CLOSED window trying to find the gap that was making the window and the two doors across the room from the window rattle. I hunched over a little bit as I was doing this, as I was naked with the lights on and it was dark outside...Sometimes I think I'm pretty shameless. I definitely have an exhibitionist streak. (Haha...streak.)
I think it would be super cool to sit in front of the window one spring day with a slight warm breeze floating over my skin and masturbate. I live on the second floor, so it's not like that many folks could see me, but there is an apartment building across the parking lot from mine...At the other end of my apartment is our kitchen. In that direction is another building. There is a guy who lives over there who walks out on his balcony quite often. I watch him a lot...I wonder if he can feel my gaze on him...He isn't really attractive in the classical sense, but I get the feeling he's kind of punk-y, which really turns me on. He paces and smokes his cigarette...he's got so much energy that I often wonder what he would be like in bed. Would he be that ADD-ish, or would he settle in and work it? I wish that my bedroom were on the other end of our apartment so I could put on a show for him, too.
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10:43 pm
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Erotic fiction...
Given that I love the kink, erotic literature has always been a big thing for me. I love to read naughty stories...usually, the naughtier the better.
My biggest problem has been finding well-written erotic fiction. I love Herotica, but a lot of the stories in these collections are too lesbian-oriented. I'm really not into the butch-y type of characters. Sometimes it turns me on...in the right sort of setting...but I'm too much of a hetero girl at heart to really dig that. I would totally fuck a girl, but I'd rather do it with a guy watching or participating. Also, I can't see myself falling in love with a woman. I think my strongest emotional attachment would definitely be to a man. And the thing about Herotica that really gets me is that there isn't enough guy-on-guy stuff. Maybe I'm a fag-hag (in the more literal sense of the term, I guess)...but I really LOVE stories where guys get on each other with a girl participating or watching. It makes me so wet. My ultimate fantasy would be to have two guys at once, guys who are interested in each other and in me. Rawr!!!
I've tried some other anthologies, but with all the anthologies, the stories are very hit-or-miss, and I don't like buying a book of which I'm only going to read half. Right now, my best fodder isn't even erotic literature. It's Nina Hartley's Guide to Swinging. That video is VERY hot.
So that's why I started looking on LiveJournal. I've been an LJ user under a different name for a while now...and when I found ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) adult_fiction, I was so excited...
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03:18 am
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Fantasy
Lots of my sexual fantasies involve some smidgen of force. Clearly, I am too controlled in the rest of my life. In my fantasy life, I long for someone to take a little of that control out of my hands. I have been working on one story for a while now about a stripper who is kidnapped by a mob boss and held hostage by a group of his goons, all mysteriously naked, who violate her every way possible...and she loves it. I am simultaneously the stripper being violated and the watcher, who sits on the other side of a two-way mirror and watches these men violate the stripper. I have added so many details and reworked the script so often that I haven't been able to get very far into the story. It's definitely an epic...multi-orgasmic kind of tale...Some day I will finish it, but I get myself so worked up every time I start writing that I can't get far, either.
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02:48 am
[Link] | First of all, I never listen to Howard Stern, but the other day when I got in the car, it was on the radio. I was sucked in when I heard the stripper or porno star or whomever the chick was on the show that day say that she heard some psychologist say that the children of alcoholics usually get off more on weird sex than the children of regular folks. She figured that because her dad was an alcoholic, she was predisposed to like dirty, kinky sex instead of garden-variety sex. This immediately struck a chord with me. I have figured, for a long time now, that I have an addictive personality. Having an addictive personality is a genetically-inherited trait, just like blue eyes or red hair or free-hanging earlobes. My grandfather was an alcoholic...My own behavior has shown me that I have an addictive personality, although alcohol is not an addiction for me. All of this leads up to the premise of this journal: I love kinky sex.
I didn't date until I was 17, kind of late, but shyness kept me from being comfortable dating guys. Plus, my high school was really small, so there weren't that many guys to meet. And, finally, my parents were very strict, so there weren't many opportunities to meet guys outside of school. But I started masturbating when I was maybe 11 or 12. I read romance novels in middle school. I still read them, and they're a lot hotter now than they used to be. When I finally started dating, my boyfriend was a virgin, too. He never moved fast enough for me. The entire time I was dating him, I went right on reading the romance novels and masturbating at least once a day. It wasn't until I went to college that things moved beyond oral sex. We tried to have vaginal intercourse, but I found it too painful. Instead, I let him put it in my ass. So right away, you've got to see that I don't mind the kink. I remember the next day after we'd had anal sex the first time, I went to work and had to excuse myself in the middle to go to the bathroom. His cum was seeping out of me, making a mess in my pants even hours later. I almost came right there in the stall.
When we finally had vaginal sex, it was so great. I loved it. We had sex so many times that night that I made his dick sore even though we'd used practically the whole tube of KY. We broke up shortly thereafter, but we had sex on several occasions over the next two years. He spoiled me for a while after, too, because he had a really big cock. I didn't really get it at first when I was with him because I had nothing to compare to, but he was hung very nicely. Thick around, about eight inches, perfectly circumsized, and hard in the way that young men are. All it took to get him ready was for me to give him a nice hug. ;) I have to say, the highlight of my sexual career remains one occasion with him, the very last time we had sex...He fucked me doggy style. I wasn't really excited by it as that angle doesn't really do much for me, but he really seemed to like it. I'd been doing Kegels, and the fact that I wasn't really excited helped me concentrate on rolling contractions through my vagina as he pumped away. He came so hard he just lay across my back for several minutes, shaking and panting. I didn't come, but I had a glow...I was so pleased with myself.
This is my sex journal.
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