luck?

do things happen for a reason?...is there such a thing as luck or a charmed life of sorts?...perfection is in the attainment...not the product...i consider myself lucky and yet instead of appreciating it i have come to depend on it...i routinely engage myself in situations that push me to the limits of my abilities...deliberately...in the back of my mind every instance is a test...will i make it out this time?....will everything fall into place the way the do every time?...

and yet...i love it...i love knowing that i am putting myself into situations that could cause a lot of trouble for myself...because a part of me never doubts that i will find some creative way out...i do not like to do things because others do them...it irks me to oblige others simply because it is expected...what?...you say the sky is blue?...i will never admit it...

there is no greater high than stripping away all the boundaries and seeing the flood rise and lick at my feet...because only then can i do what i do best...move fast and think hard...and know that in that moment's decision...the right one was made...for me...

i deliberately present myself in situations that could have been avoided...and i know it...and yet i cannot help it...i am drawn to it...oddly enough...it never involves anyone else...i create dramatic situations for myself that no one fully understands or realizes....and if they did i dont think that i would really care...because it isnt about them....or the situation...it is about testing and challenging myself to race against time and the elements by using only my wits...

so what happens when time runs out...

cg

lazy afternoon

before i have to leave...you smile...come here, you say to me in the sexy voice i can never seem to resist...instantly i am wet...the throbbing below calling out for release...you pull the cover off your lap and stroke yourself slowly...your smiling eyes never leaving my face...i move across the room and take your cock in my hands and marvel at the sheer beauty of it...thick, long and deliciously warm...your hands caress me face...your words sending shivers all over...

the scent of your maleness pervades my senses...the sight of that tiny beaded moisture emerging from your cock's slit makes my mouth water...my tongue lifts it into my mouth and i taste you...familiar and warm...i squeeze harder with my hands and feel your intake of breath...i love to arouse you...hear you moan in pleasure...

my tongue traces under the little cap of flesh that crowns your cock...feeling you shiver and shudder under my gentle ministrations...my fingers flex around the thick staff...i take you into my mouth

you push against my mouth...wanting to feel as much of your cock inside it...licking, sucking, tasting...i am dizzy and wet with arousal...your fingers part my dripping wet flesh...deep into my pussy you slide your fingers...until i cannot take it anymore...

i push you back onto the bed...my legs shift over your body...your stiff cock slides up inside me...my hips move...our bodies are moist and connected in a fluid dance of motion and emotion...pure energy flows between us...we are raw and open...thinking only of the colors of pleasure and the sounds of fucking...

i care not for your pleasure at this point...it is mine...your cock is mine...mine to fuck...mine to hold deep within my wet folds...i concentrate only on my own release...never realizing that this is your desire as well...i feel you cum yet i am not ready to let go...i move faster...your sensitive cock still inside until i cry out and feel the warmth from within melt around your cock and down between our joined bodies...

we kiss and you say i have to take another shower...

before i have to leave...you smile...and i wonder how long until our next encounter...

cg

if i could...

i would lick my own pussy..

if you could...what would you do?

cg

just another manic monday

you know that crazy ass hung over feeling that permeates throughout your entire being...and emanates from you like a bad odor...er...wait..that didnt come out right...anyhow...although there was a bit of inebriation occurring...it wasnt the sole reason for such a crazy weekend ... yes... FWB and i had a nice evening last night...*stretches lazily*...

sat night seemed to last forever...wait...it did last forever...anytime you mix drinking, bars, men, and women...things are bound to get interesting...

it all began relatively innocent enough...girls night out, but just dinner and a couple of drinks...by 10pm and no dinner, i knew it was going to be a late one...dinner ended up being at a local bar we dont usually visit on the weekends...but wow..what a friggin' sausage fest...i think there must have been a 20 to 1 ratio in the damn place...and the men were like flies on shit...after listening to some less than entertaining music we ditch the place to go to Our Bar...ah...nothing like a dive where the bartender hands you a beer as you walk in...

actually...as we were getting ready to leave Bar 1, Alabama walks up..."aww, you two purdy ladies leavin' suh soon?"...yeah...we're leaving..."aww, hell, and here ah wuz gettin' reddy to ask ya'll if ya wanted a drink"...Silly Girl says "oh hey, follow us here"...what are you, brain dead??...

here comes Alabama with 'Bama and 'Bama 2...oh boy...redneck central...fast forward to OB where drunken brawl ensues....i get stepped on, knocked in the damn tit, and shoved one too many times...oh i was livid...the two friggin' morons trying to hold a damn pissing contest on my squished body (how could they see me when they are well over six feet tall??)...so here comes 'Bama and 'Bama 2 to break up the fight...

flying fuck if the two idiots didnt stomp all over me as well...i am trying to close my tab, thank you very much!...with as much strength as i can muster i shove someone, at this point i was too drunk to really care who it was so long as i had some freakin room to stand and close my tab...i yelled for john the bartender and he flew over the bar....um..yeah...allow me point out that bartender is not much taller than i am...but there he flew...all three rednecks were now caught up in the fray and my girlfriends were standing by looking very disgusted with the whole thing...

fight ends...i am pissed...and hungry...remember...i hadnt really eaten much dinner...our kind rednecks offer to buy us dinner...what the hell...off we go to dinner....where 'Bama 2 proceeds to fall asleep on the table...then eats in the most disgusting manner known to mankind...*retches*...

why on earth we followed these guys to their apt is beyond me...chalk it up to too much drinking and too many hours this semester...only one guy stays awake and tries to corner every female...yeah...uh no thanks...holy shit...its five in the morning...and for some reason...it feels like a wasted night..hmmm...i wonder WHY???

thankfully, FWB called last night....*sighs*...so everything is better...except i still feel hungover...i am getting too old for this shit...

(this has to be my worst post yet)

cg

sexual healing

the best thing about bi-guy friends is that they are always ready for some casual interludes of a sexual persuasion...they will never ask to call you later...they wont whine when you roll over and say...gee, that was great...gotta run, catch ya later!...and yet, they are the greatest friends ever...it's like having a girlfriend...except with a penis and they will let you play with it without question!...

i have mentioned BG before briefly...curious, yet hasnt realized that curiosity...he's waiting for the right moment...fuck, i said to him, you sound like a friggin' teenage girl who wants her first time to be PERFECT...he just giggles and says, you think so?...lol...he is adorable...too funny...

and oh, wow, does he get animated when he cums...his orgasms are total body encompassing releases...he becomes a writhing, whimpering, moaning, clenching mess...how fun is that??

something tells this curious girl that i will be getting an experience of that this weekend...;)

cg

a game of tag

it appears i have been tagged, ladies and gentlemen...by none other than the lovely academic hooker herself...my six words...

thoughtful...curious...demanding...cautious...random...woman...

so who gets tagged next?... friggin' a, like i can find five people that wont find this annoying...


comfydildo and her rubber duckie panties ;)


the sexy mr percy


the HOT HOT HOT cheri and her many frogs

the delightful TBK

well, that looks like that is it....my list is short but very sweet...

(and, yes, those are my lips)

cg

april fool's shenanigan's

i am utterly disappointed in myself...i usually enjoy the occasional april fool's day prank...let's see...in past years...my sister got pregnant through a sexual encounter with an ex while she was with a different guy (oddly enough, everyone bought that one...we played this one out all day long...lol)...another year i got married to someone i met the night before (again this played out all day long)...another time i was supposed to pick up my sister at the airport...but i called my mother and said her suitcase was there but my sister was no where to be found....lol...that was a good one...i know there are more but i cant think of them...all this friggin heat has fried my brain...

what i enjoy about this day is the fact that i view it as a snub to all the other pointless "holidays" of the year...we live in a society that elevates everyone to "special" and "unique"...we have the ability to make an icon of ourselves through customized this and personalized that...we have done a disservice to today's youth as they encounter the realities of the world and they dont get that gold star...what??...you mean we dont all get ribbons for honorable mention??...

today we get to make fun of those people...you dingbats of the world who spread peace and love and joy in the little special part of the world where everyone is precious and gifted with intelligence, grace, and beauty...today is for all you losers who believe that if you tell me that i hurt your feelings because i wasnt allowing you to emote yourself...that i give a flying fuck...because i dont...did i make you cry?...no?...come back and let me try again ....muahahahaha...

so, happy april fool's...may you laugh at the expense of others...all day long...

i am so happy...i think i might cry...no, no...i was wrong...

cg