secretsofadirtygirl

One of my favourite blogs has turned into invite only. I don't have an invite. This might not be so terrible but this is the blog which taught me to give head. This is something I am ALWAYS complimented on. I must have an invite. The woman behind the blog is my idol and I don't even know who she is. It's not important. This is a cry for help, on the off chance that she saw me following her blog and sees this blog. It's a very off chance, but it's worth it because her blog makes me hot. So, an invite would be appreciated, but probably not received.

Inappropriate Cocks

I'm at Lexys, I stayed over. Continued text session with the Boss over the last two nights. Long story short, he asked if I fancied a shag. Told him I did not. He carried on asking, I enjoyed making him want it. He wanted it a lot. I enjoy the attention, but I'm not interested (aside from when he sends a kinky text and gets it just right, still I doubt I would). He also sent a picture. You don't need the details but this is my blog so you're going to get them: reasonable girth, not fantastic length (but I'm not really a size-matters girl. I wont complain either way), big head. I have fun with sensitive heads. At the end of his shift I'd given him nothing in return and he was a fair bit hornier than he was to start with. This morning I realised how inappropriate it was to be doing that with not just a colleague, but with my boss, who is around 10 years older than me and in a long-term relationship. Isn't that nice?

Something I've come to realise. The more other people openly want me, the more I just want Sara. If I do start to feel that I might stray, that will backfire. Until then, I love the power.

Around 3 this morning we started getting tired. Lexy sent a text to Marcus about licking off custard. She has since told him she was drunk, but she wasn't. If he knew I'd been round he wouldn't believe her because I don't drink. I don't need alcohol to do stupid things and my way I can remember them. It's easier to regret with a clear mind.

Currently we are playing Crash Nitro Kart Racing on Ps2. We are rocking. I'm horny.

Cold Kisses and Something for the Guys

Leave an ice cube in your mouth, let it melt, cool down your whole mouth. Now for that kiss. Lean in close, let your hot lips brush against theirs then slide your tongue in and watch the cool sensation take them over. Run your frozen tongue across the soft sensitive skin on their back or across their chest making their nipples harden or trail down past their stomach until the cold numbness makes their fingers dig in and their breath catches so their entire body pulsates.

So what is it you guys want to hear? That I'll take your hard cock in my hand and tease you with the tip of my tongue, letting it trail all the way up you, my hands on your thighs, thumbs rolling on your balls. I swirl my tongue in your precum, you can see my hard nipples through my shirt. I wrap my lips around your hard cock and my whole mouth works to make you feel amazing. Something like that?

Bonding Over Bondage

I accidentally cufffed my hand to... my other hand. Lexy and Sara had a very good laugh about that. I'm not amused.

I suspect an explanation as to cuffing myself is required. I was horny and I find I can get some explosive orgasms if they're purely by thought. Trouble is I have little self-control. I can't keep my hands off myself. Obviously some sort of restraint would solve this problem. So I cuffed myself behind my back. Had an intense orgasm, as promised, then realised I had my hands cuffed behind me. With no idea where the key was.

Luckily I'm flexible and got my hands in front of me. I typed to Lexi and Sara for help. They laughed. First alone, then as a pair. I did find the key and managed to get myself out. They're still laughing. I won't stop them. Neither of them just had the best orgasm of the day.

How to be a Hooker

Tomorrow I am learning how to be a murderous, drug-dealing prostitute. That'll be fun.

It is unfortunately alot more innocent than I would like it to be. It's my friend JJ's film studies film. I'm a hooker who fights her boyfriend, smashes a a chair over his head and consequently kills him. I leave the house and swap an envelope of cash for a packet of cocaine then walk towards the camera in a dramatic way. It's all about clever editing. I'm reallly looking forward to it. Mainly because I get to dress like a whore (and then march through town), but also abit because the guy I kill looks set to be Marcus. I find that amusing.

I'm a little unsure what to wear as a hooker, which I guess is ironic. I have, after all, had 17 years practice and my warderobe is not exactly conservative. Today at work, which was busy but dull, I kept thinking about Sara. She makes my stomach do backwards flips. I wish I could do backwards flips.

Old Times

Last night, Sara and I were having a little a fun and my phone goes off. It's a text. From the Boss. He's playing games; it leads to him asking about Sara and I (he was aware she was there), him wanting dirty messages and nude pictures. I gave him zilch. I was unimpressed at his effort.

The night eventually passed, with us in a single bed. Cosy. Sara woke up stupidly early and she caught an (also stupidly) early bus home. I went home, killed a couple of hours then went to town to meet an old friend I hadnt seen in literally months. It was so great to catch up with her.

I was distracted all day, mostly because of Sara, but I also saw the Ex. The Ex and I split because I wasn't sure I was going to stay faithful. I liked him and didn't want to hurt him, but it had to end. Even when we were dating, Sara and I were close and he always suspected that I was cheating on him with her. I never did. Bottom line, I'm now dating her and I suspect he would not take that too well. We ended on half decent terms and I guess I want to keep a certain image in his mind. He was bloody talented in bed though, really knew what he was doing.

The distraction of Sara is a little more physical. I think of her and I get this amazing sensation. Cold tingles. from my head, down my arms and spine, my lips part and I think about her face when she's gasping for air and my nipples harden and my clit pulses. I can do nothing to stop it. Girl drives me crazy.

Sexy Bed Head is Here

(the title means Sara. Just to clarify.)

Any time Sara comments on what I'm typing I will falsely quote in italics.. you're not allowed to do that. unbelievable.

As I was saying... We've spent the evening at mine watching bad films (do not, i repeat do NOT watch Water Lillies) and fantastic films (Juno), but mostly making out. Tell it like it is. I was shocked to find that I gave Sara something she'd failed to give herself. Oh dear. Kinda what I thought. I was actually horrified. All this caused some impressive Bed Head on Sara. Sexy :) Yeah...(sarcasm)

As SBH quite rightly pointed out, it also worked up an appetite for brownies and chicken. I wanted it at the same time, but I felt my family would object. They have no sense of adventure. noo, they just have sensible taste in food.

As you can imagine we have better things to do. We'll enjoy it (like hell we will), I'm sure your imagination will keep you going.

The Power of Language

I helped my good friend James cum over msn. Again. Just doing what I do. I also made Sara shake all over (she's coming over tomorrow, the anticipation is killing me), got my own back of one of the Jerks (call him B) that I fucked a while back. What I did was cruel, but he deserved it. I will say why, and then I will say what I did. We were having a great session of cyber and as I'm about to cum he chucks in an immensely unnatractive person whom I most definately have an extreme disdain for. It scarred me. Everytime I was horny for about a week after and all I saw was her face. It was horrific. How do I get someone back for that, because it is so cruel to ruin my climaxes? Simply to be honest. I started a lively session of cyber with B (with the following intent) and after a short time I told him I wanted his balls in my mouth just as I was about to come. Then I told B that when I came, I'd bite down and split his ball open.

Horror doesn't describe it. Made me feel better.

Not to forget that Lexy, a good friend of mine, is meeting with a guy she likes (Marcus - I screwed him a little while back.. Him and B actually overlapped. I sound a little easy, don't I?) on Sunday. She's a little nervous, so I told her what I thought would happen. She's not happy now because it's driving her crazy.

All I said was that I thought that once they finally kissed they would be completely caught up in each other and forget everything else. His hand would trail up her neck and play with her hair, his right hand pulling her close by her waist. His fingers skillfully trail up Lexy's back; she can feel every move he makes, her skin is tingling and her lips pulsing. blood rushing through her head. as Lexy's back and neck arch from the intensity of his touch, and Marcus's mouth runs down and kisses her neck. Her body quivers in his stron arms, he holds her up as her knees weaken. His strong body presses against lexy, she could feel his breathing but she can only feel his breath on her neck. Her mouth finds his, her whole body surges with energy and hands are trailing and pulling at strands of hair, letting passion wash over them, praying it will always feel this good. How could she complain about that?

Sherlock was onto Something

Tody something unexpected happened. I was at home, giving myself abit of a work-out with the rabbit, things are getting heated. Suddenly I hear someone outside my door. I throw the rabbit on the bed, jump up and whip my head round the door, naked from the waist down. There is a small blonde child standing outside my room. That was not what I was expecting. Ever.

It took me a while to get rid of her, but I had to, not only was there the nudity thing, but the rabbit was still going crazy on my bed. I'm still abit confused as to why she was in our house, but my mum seemed to know.

The moral to this blog is, when trying to climax, lock your door. I need a lock.

Homophobia and a little Erotica

Spent the evening looking for laptops and I can't find what I want. It's very frustrating. Makes me horny...

I wouldn't be blogging, but something is bothering me. It's to do with Sara. Her and I, we're doing fantastic, but we're getting a fair bit of hassle from school. Mostly from teachers. Nice, huh? The people who have to teach us about the world and protect from things we can't do ourselves are given us shit. I can take the "look, there are lesbians!" jokes, the "LESBIAN" coughs and even the people who hold their breath around me in case they catch bisexuality. Teachers though? Really?

I know we're outnumbered, there just aren't alot of same-sex relationships around and some people can't understand because of religion or maybe they're prudish, but right now I feel like there are maybe 5 adults supporting us including my parents, her dad and 2 teachers at school. That's it. I'm not reallly sure why I'm taking it. I don't take crap from anyone, so why am I now? There are couple of things: I expect people to be homophobic and I know I can't change everyone. Then there's the kissing policy, if I report the complaints and they think it's worth doing something about, they'll probably just enforce it. I can't have every couple in the school hating me. I can't really speak from experience but apparantly being chased with fire and poked with spears isn't as fun as you might think. And I like abit of risk. I've been out for a while before Sara and I got together and i'd never had any trouble, so even though I knew it's be tough i had no real idea. The all end of it is that if you stop laughing it off for even a second, you might just start to believe it; if that happens you can't keep being yourself.

But i don't wish to end this on a downer, so here's something I wrote a while back...

As her naked body twisted, she saw the luscious curves of Roxie’s lips through the flickering light of cars driving past. She arched her back and let her hands search the supple skin of Roxie’s body; her fingers fitting perfectly at her waist. A small whimper escaped from Roxie as Mika let her hand explore. Roxie’s dark eyes glazed over and her lips parted. A shiver surged through her body; her knees buckled and Mika felt the impact on her breasts. A vivacious spark appeared in her eye and in one swift movement Mika straddled Roxies’ chest and looked into her beautiful face. The delicately freckled nose and lightly tanned skin, surrounded by the thick, glossy ringlets. She was perfect, even with her imperfections. Mika traced the long scar following Roxie’s ribs. The smooth texture fascinated Mika and she let her fingers linger as her eyes admired every surface of the figure below her.

She leant forward and the tip of her tongue trailed down Roxie; from her smooth neck, loitering on the succulent curve of her breast down past her hips. A deep moan escaped Roxie’s throat and as her head tilted backwards in ecstacy, her fingers dug into the soft skin on Mikas’ shoulders, in a storm of pleasure she was oblivious of her own strength on Mika’s slender frame. Mika, engrossed, was unaware of the small marks left on her shoulder, like the teeth of satisfaction imprinting her nimble skin.