Needs and Desires

I want you to watch me cum.

I want to straddle you, and kiss your stomach, your chest and your shoulders, I want my tongue to run all over your naked skin. I want to feel my fingertips against your body and your heat on my skin. I need to drag my lips up your neck and softly bite you. I want to watch your eyes as my hands run down your chest and your face as they run up your sides. I want my tongue to tease your lips very gently and then for your mouth to touch my soft lips; to kiss them again and again getting harder and rougher with each kiss. I want you to roll me over and watch my body as I arch it up towards you, my mouth desperate for your lips. My skin needing your touch, aching for your touch; you aching to give it to me, to run your hand down my spine. My skin will shiver at your touch and you'll trace your hand down my hips, round the curve of my ass. You'll grab my thigh and pull me into you, our lips meeting. That kiss, the electric feel we both get: little shocks all through the body, right down my spine and giving me goosebumps all over. You pull me into you by the small of my back, my skin soft to your touch. Our bodies fit perfectly. You kiss my neck, tasting my salty skin. I feel your lips against me; your tongue teasing my skin, I sigh happily and tighten my grip around you a little. You trace your hand down my body, over my stomach. I breathe faster. You gently caress me and I gasp, my body tensing. I push towards your touch, my breathing getting heavier. You can see my chest pushing up and down and hear me panting, my neck arches back and my fingers dig into your sides. You slip a finger into me, my nails scrape against your back. I push into you and I softly moan when you slip another finger inside me. You gently fuck me with your fingers and I moan and pant each time you push inside me, my lips quiver and my chest shakes from pleasure. My nails dig in deeper. The hot smell of your skin scorches my mind

And then I want you to watch me cum.

Hot and Cold

Today while at school I napped in an office with a couple of others sitting around. While I was sleeping they thought they'd test if I really was a heavy sleeper. I am.

They ran an ice cold milk carton along my bare skin, piled stuff onto my stomach and slapped my ass several times. I did not wake up. I didn't even stir. When I did wake up my hip was freezing and my ass was throbbing hot. I queried them, I got the truth eventually. I was not impressed.

I also have two 400 word German writing tasks due in the next two days. One is a response to an article of our choice (for Evil Snake), the other is a speech on an environmental article (for Boring Dick). So I'm writing one speech on an environmental article and giving the same piece of work to both my teachers. Crafty, no?

Three Reasons

My Genuine Reasons For Not doing my Homework:

1. I have become addicted to this and I desperately want the song they play at the start but I can't find it anywhere.
2. I thought it was Monday, when it isn't so I have been procrastinating the wrong homework.
3. I misplaced my iPod yesterday and decided it needed to be found. I searched through my whole house and took my bed apart. When in exhaustion I reached for a sugary snack, I found it in my box of icing. I don't know how either.

A Note on Napping

The mother seems to believe there is something wrong with my sleep pattern. Given it doesn't conform very well, but then neither do I. Point is she's making me record all the sleep I get over 24 hours. She would then also like to have me tested to see if I'm anemic. I've decided to go along with it, although I'm certain she's being ridiculous and I just like to sleep in the afternoon.

Sleepy Head

I woke up epically late this morning. My mum dragged me out of bed at 8 (physically dragged) and with my lesson starting at 8.30 I didn't feel I stood a big chance. I didn't. I arrived at school 10 minutes before the end of my lesson and I was exhausted. Friends trying to feed me dog biscuits amongst other things followed while I was trying to nap.

Both my English lessons were quite amusing: people eating the hair of others, stealing anothers belt, sleeping on the desk, nuzzling into each others neck, huge wild hair, blushing from the unblushable, pinching noses and Fall Out Boy Ringtones. Due to this chaos, I stayed awake.

German however I did fall asleep in, however we did make 5 questions and one exercise take up 50 minutes so that was quite impressive. Lunch was spent in town with some friends eating chicken and drinking lemonade. Lexy and I also discussed travel for our holiday. Fingers crossed she'll have a car otherwise it starts to get complicated.

Just after lunch I had a brief flirtatious encounter with someone I vaguely know. Seemed nice, hopefully more will follow.

Hijacking an Office

Today in school we had an assembly for the boy who died. In biology we all cried. I wanted to walk out of the fire escape, but I stayed. I texted W because he sort of understands, he wasn't crying at the time and he was guaranteed to reply immediately. He made me feel a little better. As did Lexy snuggling into my neck (it's just something we do to make the other feel better). I wasn't expecting to react, but I did and so on top of not having had alot of sleep I was completely drained. I did very little in TOK. I had a free after that.

Due to having been completely drained, I decided that my free would be best spent sleeping. Knowing the librarian would have no problem with waking me and kicking me out for not being "productive" as she has done on many occasions, I decided my course leaders office would be my best bet. It was locked. Right next door was my head of years office. It was open. It was empty. I walked in and slept on the floor for an hour.

After an hour someone slammed the door in the common room and a picture fell down, crashed and came apart. About 2cm away from my face. At the sound I opened my eyes very wide and just stared at the metal frame, the sheet of glass and the photo lying right in front of me. After a while I sat up and fixed it before quietly leaving.

Over lunch the other office was opened and I was quite happily sitting and the phone went off. It's a two person office, so there are two phones. The person who was there ignored his phone ringing. The office then run the other line. It was ringing for a good two and half minutes. It was driving me insane. I offered to pick up and put it back down, to unplug the phone or pick up to tell them he wasn't there. All were declined. He then said: "look it's fine, it's not my phone, we can't pick it up." At this point they switched phones and his was ringing again.

Miscellaneous

It was a fairly busy day and I spent most of it running around the cafe. It was JJ's last day (she hopes, the gay supervisor may ask her to return next week). He wasn't happy that JJ's leaving now, I'm leaving next week and one of the other Sunday girls has broken her finger and can't work. Good timing, huh?

Due it being so busy, instead of getting lunch around half one or two-ish, I had my lunch at 4.30. The upside to this was that I spent my lunch flirting with this guy. He's already said he'll come back next week to see me off. He offered out of the blue. Nice guy.

Saturday morning a boy in the year above me died in a car crash and his friend is in a coma. The boy who died was good friends with W, so he was not in the best of states. I didn't personally know the boy who died and it hasn't really affected me. My response to tragic loss or sadness is inappropriate jokes. I met up with W this evening for a half hour and we just talked about nothing. Seemed to cheer him up and got me tot crawl out from under my duvet (I got home, napped for 2 hours and just stayed in bed).

I also found out that new job (soon to be known as "job") will pay for half my holiday because it's learning to do something. Ker-ching!

A Fantasy of a Phone Call

His rough voice filled up my mind. In the dark of night and early morning his words echoed. He put images into my mind and let the monotone of a dead call accompany me into an oblivion of a climax.

Autopilot

Something has happened. I'm not sure how it happened. One of the guys I work with is quite whiny, so we'll call him W. Last week W was whining about wanting my number. ALL DAY LONG. After 9 hours, I snapped. He hasn't stopped texting me since. He puts anywhere between 6 and 11 x's at the end of his texts.

He runs his hands across my back and waist at every chance he gets. In fairness, I don't stop him. He has a girlfriend, claims he's not a cheater and he knows I'm not interested, so I class him as low risk. Yet somehow I agreed to meet up with up with him out of work. Here's what happened:

W: "whine, whine, whine, whine..."
Me: *Autopilot, nod in agreement*
W: "whine, whine - great, so I'll see you next Saturday at 8."

I vaguely remember agreeing and promising to go. I have the worst autopilot.

Clearly I'm sending out some sort of signal to people who are superior to me (technically we are equal, but I'm new so we're not).

He also walked part of the way home with me and when I asked him why he was doing it he said that it was just a nice thing to do. He got really pissed off when I pointed out that nice as it was, I'm more than capable of getting myself home. Despite all this, he is actually quite a nice guy, I'm just not interested.

I also trapped my hand between a cage full of stuff and an industrial fridge door. Three times in a row. It's gone blue and swollen, but it's going down. It would have hurt alot more at the time if I hadn't been numb from the cold.

Commuting and Big Tits

Our school is currently on two sites. Young kids at one, older at the other. My day went like so: English (upper), help with year 7 (lower), economics (upper), maths (upper), helping with year 7 (lower), helping with year 7 (lower). I did not enjoy the commuting, however helping was mostly good fun.

My parcel arrived, so I will play as soon as I've done some maths and put my bedding on. Soon.

My new bigger bra also arrived. It was too small. I'm hoping it was the style/make and not the size because going up another cup size terrifies me to my very soul. I wouldn't mind if they weren't so bloody heavy, but you try carrying all this weight on your nipples and shoulders. I don't have the build for big boobs, I should be a C cup tops. Alas, I am not.