Mould

I just ate a raspberry. I love raspberries. One berry in the box had a small patch of mould so I threw it away. Unexplicably all the raspberries tasted mouldy. Why does crap spread like that?

Crap should spread like sorbet. People might like it more.

P.S. Secret project is nearly there...

Syllables

More chav grief/humour.

"Lesbos!"

"Oh well DONE! You managed two whole syllables! WOW!"

*Pause*

Chav girl: "Lesbian! How many syllables in THAT, then."

"Three."

*Pause*

"Err.... Well done..?"

Why they feel it's ok to do that I'm not certain, but I do have a fair bit of fun with my sarcasm. Passes the time, you know?

Since reading my blog, Lexy's been desperate to see the Boss. Yesterday we were killing time in town and suddenly he's getting off the bus. I give a small wave. This is where a normal person would smile or wave back, or even say hello. However as you all know the Boss is not your average responsible adult. He winked. I can't say I'm all that surprised, and he did it well too. Considering.

Belly Dancing

There are only three kinds of exercise that I will voluntarily do: surfing, sex and belly dancing.

I went belly dancing this evening. I really enjoyed it, but my mum didn't like the teacher. We're going to a different class on Wednesday. I'm very much looking forward to it. I love feeling seductive and having people look at me. I'm an attention slut. I won't deny that; there's no point.

Feeling people's eyes drawn to me, their mind buzzing with my movement. They think about me, images trapped, flashing behind closed eyes. I survive on their desire, I crave their attention. A rush from being me.

The size of the rush, depends on my audience. You can try and guess who.

Brain Damage

My laptop has not died. Not yet. It was resuscitated. But it's abit thick now. Like it has brain damage. Damn.

Secret project is progressing nicely. I'm still not telling you what it is. I know I've managed to shock most people, but this project... I don't think you'll look at me the same way after. And I don't think the carrots are that bad.

Excuse the very short and sex-less blogs. I'm suffering from sleep-deprivation. I stay up late and do things to myself. I am the girl your mum hopes you never meet.

Another One Bites The Dust

This is a quick post to say that the 4th laptop in 6 months has malfunctioned on me. It's not awful, it's just the mouse, I don't really use it. I still have my PC (I am spoiled for technology), so I'll survive.

This evening I found out an old friend of mine is dating an associates little sister. It's really sweet (and not peverted, it's a year age gap). They're very happy. It made my evening. Still, I should get some sleep before I go to work and feel like a small lost child. There's a new supervisor (as well as the Boss) and since I started working there I was in charge, because the Boss was upstairs. Now this new supervisor (call her Freya) is there and I have noone to boss around. I'm at such a loss.

I'm also working on a secret project, which I am very excited about. If you don't know about it now, you won't until it's done. Save your breath.

Common Sense

In life there are certain things you shouldn’t do. Pee into the wind, eat yellow snow and annoy me.

“Look, it’s the lesbians!”
“Oh come ON! If you’re gonna try and use my sexuality to insult me, at least be original about it. I’m just so sick of the same old-”
“It’s the lesbians!”
“THAT! That is what I’m fed up with, right there. Think up something funny, then come insult me.”

Later that same day. “LESBIAN!”

Bad idea. Such a bad idea.

“Oh well done, you correctly identified my sexuality! Oh WOW! Would you like a medal?”

*Silence*

I am not in the mood to be pissed on. Do not cross me. I won’t regret my actions, but I promise you will.

Bearing in mind that this was my mind state, was it a good idea to send me to see a homophobic MP? I managed to restrain myself (cuffs, rope, chains, gags and blindfolds) and I was this close [---] to wearing my (now invalid) “Nobody Knows I’m A Lesbian” T-shirt. It’s invalid because everyone knows. Clearly, the shirt served a purpose. The only reason I bothered to restrain myself was because it was an hour long year 7 presentation and assembly. Just not the time, you know.

Individually Wrappped Items and Irresponsible Responsible Adults

Today a conversation came up about underwear. It was decided black underwear are either racy or very plain. I primarily wear black underwear. You decide what kind.

I do go mad for smalls. I love bras most of all, but mine are too expensive for me to get lots. This leads me nicely to knickers. Frenchies are very sexy; sitting wrapped around you, made of material with lots of little holes, like a classy peep show. Thongs. Not everyone can pull off a thong, but being able to grab and them in your mouth is nothing if not a turn on. Then there are frillies; under a pair of jeans and a baggy tee, there are few things as good as pulling it off to find racy red frilly undies. Something so unexpected, yet so sexy. At the other end of the scale there's boy pants (whether they're actually made for guys or just girls boxers) although not directly sexy, are still a hot look because legs and ass is guaranteed to look good. Not to forget the classic brief. It's like blue jeans and a tight, white tshirt. You can't go wrong with classic.

At the end of all that, underwear are like Cadbury's Roses. It doesn't matter how pretty and shiny the wrapper is, you want the good stuff inside.

Back to two actual events, both of which happened yesterday. The first is that a teaching assistant asked me out for coffee. That's not... right. That's like sleeping with your boss (don't say it). He knows that, I'm sure. Now don't get me wrong, he's a perfectly nice guy and he wasn't making a move (I don't think), but it still begs the question where have all the responsible adults gone? The boss is clearly not a good example, my economics teacher spends more time staring down my top than teaching (it got me a good report) and now this. Men are clearly driven purely by hormones. This is proof enough for me.

The second item of importance is that I wore a backless top. It was sunny and Sara and I had a couple of frees together (lessons got cancelled etc). I was lying on my front trying to work (note the word "trying") and Sara came up behind me, played with my hair, and kissed my neck. Her mouth moved down, her fingers playing with the back of bra. Her tongue was spreading across my spine and her breath blowing cold making me shiver. Wrapped her lips around my shoulder blade, I could feel her teeth. Now you understand why I was trying to work and not actually working.

Sara must learn to choose a more appropriate setting. Like someplace dark where people aren't paying attention to us. Like a cinema. My hand creeping across and running up her thigh. Lips joining silently and tongues dancing without a sound. Her hand cups my face, mine run through her hair. Getting closer, sinking into the kiss. Coming up for air; credits are rolling. How was the film?

P.S. Let me give you a clue to the black underwear. Sara thinks I look hot in them.

Yes, we are. No, you can't watch

As I left school today Sara caught up with me and we kissed at the top of the hill. Bad planning means this is where the chavs go.

"EURGH! They're KISSING!"

I honestly thought we'd travelled back to primary school. I turn around and see a group of disgusted faces. "yeah, so?" Shocked faces, no reply. I tell Sara I'll see her later and walk past the chavs. As I do they start to all whisper "they were kissing, kissing, like their tongues touched and everything..." I rolled my eyes, "life's tough, huh!"

One girl came up with the very witty reply of: "life's sick more like!" Followed by "who kissed? Her? "

"YES ME!" Follow up with angry mumbling about homophobic idiots. As one of the girls I was walking with pointed out, they'll probably be the girls to get off with each other when they're drunk. Life's funny.

My girlfriend has since told me that when she was walking back to school, a guy turned into her and accidentally bumped her. His friend turns and sincerely says, "dude, watch out, you nearly hit the lesbian!"

Reputation is everything.

Hunger Does Many Things To You

Yesterdays post made me realise something. I am always horny (I knew that) and whatever I'm feeling usually gets mixed into it. It just happens that on this occasion I'm hungry.

I want to drizzle syrup across her pale skin and swirl my fingers in sweet juices. Run my tongue along whipped cream and leave teethmarks in the hot melted chocolate on her hips. I want to taste her skin and I'll move everything out my way until I do. I want to watch her warm skin tighten and turn into an ocean of goosebumps when the sorbet touches her; my mouth warms her up soon enough. All those sweet sticky foods. Time to shower.

Hot water spraying out, hitting her skin, my soft mouth distracting her from the pressure. I push back her wet hair. I kiss her stomach and I can taste the hot water. My fingers trail down legs and my mouth finds her hips. My hands run over her shoulders and down her back, lathering her. I massage the soap into her skin. She shuts her eyes. My hands move down her waist and I cover her stomach in soap. Her lips part. I kiss her. Instantly she reacts her mouth moving with mine, her hands trailing along my body; in and out at every curve. Her skin has never felt so smooth.

So I'm sitting here, eating and apple. As Sara pointed out it'll be hard to lick that off, so where can I put it?

Strange Concoction

Feeling a little strange. A part of me is feeling really low. I get that sometimes. All the bad stuff bubbles to the surface. It's usually in the evening when I'm tired and I just sleep it off. It's not a big deal, it happens maybe once a fortnight. The reason it's bugging me today is because I'm horny. I realise I'm always horny. The difference being that usually when I feel low I a) loose my apetite, b) sleep alot more and c) momentarily stop being horny. It's kind of a clash. I don't intend to cry during climax (I think it's creepy). To ensure this doesn't happen I'm not helping myself like I normally do; I've been left very frustrated.

All that's running through my mind is a pair of hands on my hips, fingers moving up my stomach, cupping my boobs. Lips on my neck, teeth nipping at my skin. Hot breath. Everything slows down, blurs. Anticipation. Fairly standard stuff, but its tricky when I can't do anything about it. Life's tough.