The Island-- not a real spoiler alert... but a spoiler alert, anyway.

I must say, I really like the new blogger images thing. Yes it's taken me a couple of weeks to try it, but now I'm in love. I've got to recommend it. Adding a picture to each entry is soooooooooooo Ken and Ariel. Which is to say something I've appreciated in others for a while. That doesn't mean I'm going to do it with each entry... but well... I'll probably be doing it a lot more. So get used to it.

In one of the scenes of The Island they explain that the characters don't know anything about sex. Cut to a scene later on when the two leads lock lips. Their first kiss. Ever. After a moment they part and Lincoln tells Jordan he especially likes "the tongue thing" (to paraphrase). And then they go back to their passionate embrace.

Husband and I looked at each other and he finally said "I didn't like the tongue thing when I first did it." I smiled "I was about to say the same thing." "Yeah. It grows on you, though" "Absolutely. I only kept trying because other people seemed to like it, and then it was fun."

I turned to husband's friend and repeated the gist of the conversation "the tongue thing isn't really great the first time." He stared at me, clearly flabbergasted that I'd say such a thing. "The FIRST time," I said, meaningfully, "EVER." He thought for a second "yeah, you're right. It gets better." I smiled, "I know."

After the movie was over and the friend had gone his way, I told husband about the unintentional/intentional breast contact. "He's such a pimp!" husband said, jealous. I laughed. "I don't know how he does it, he just walks up to that line with girls and manages not to quite cross it!" I laughed again, "yeah, he does a pretty good job of that."

Return of the Mack

Went and saw the Island today. Decent movie. Full of issues, but overall I liked it. But then I wasn't expecting too much. Ewan McGregor is fucking hot when he grins. Which probably means it's something he's learned makes him irresistable and thus he's learned to used it to make himself utterly irresistable. And it works for me.

Anyway. We went with husband's friend. I made it a point to be the first one to take my seat, husband followed, and then his friend sat next to him. Just before the movie husband tripped off to the bathroom. As soon as he stood up and started to walk away husband's friend moved over next to me. Of course, husband saw this, but went to the bathroom without saying anything.

I hooked my hand under his friend's arm and asked him "so, what's up?!" Then giggled and took my arm back. We really didn't have much to say to one another, though the conversation flowed naturally. Husband's friend found reason to hook his hand under my arm the same way I'd done to him which brought his fingers in contact with my breast. He left his hand there for a moment before removing it again.

At the time I thought "his fingers are against my breast!" It was something between scandalized and amused. A few moments later, he found another excuse to do the same thing. The second time I had to laugh at myself as I once again didn't mention the contact but thought "okay, now he's doing it on purpose. Just to feel me up." But of course, I didn't mind.

Husband came back and ended up sitting on the other side of me. Which is exactly what happens everytime the three of us go to a movie. We three talked through the movie (no one near us and myself as the go between) which brought both him and I very close together, whispering as quietly as possible between us. I think once we very nearly kissed completely accidentally. Luckily he was wearing a baseball cap low over his brow which prevented the contact. Luckily. Right?

I'll have to write about the "kissing scene" in the movie, later. Short conversation. Very amusing. And about masturbation last night, too.

But for tonight... I shall leave it at that nothing further happened between friend and I. I don't figure it will, but I bet we'll keep flirting a lot. I love flirting.

Wee.

I flirted quite a bit with Jones today. I figure it just might be the last time, ever, that I get to flirt with him so I might as well get something out of it. Although I didn't really flirt sooo much more than I usually do... it was enough for me. I enjoyed it. And then he stole my drill. Took forever to figure out who stole it, but at least I know where it is. And he will give it back or I'll murder him. I swear it. We know where he lives.

Meanwhile, I also made the mistake of flirting with that particular guy at work which I'm attracted to but shouldn't be. I was only teasing and I forgot momentarily that he wasn't "one of the girls" which lead me to say something I'd usually tease one of the girls with in a lesbian sort of way which everyone knows not to take seriously. Oops. Of course I laughed it off because it was something to BE laughed off but I think I made him uncomfortable. Way to go there, me.

Also, and I'm not sure about it, I think they're secretly planning something behind my back for my leaving work to go elsewhere after tomorrow. I'm not sure about it, but I suspect. And I'm absolutely opposed to it. Dammit. But it's cool. I never really had a going away party before. It'll serve them right if I come right back....

Just ten pounds...

It's amazing the difference ten pounds makes. Over the last two years I've managed to gain about 10 pounds, give or take (probably give). It was never okay with me but now I'm absolutely disgusted by myself. Ten pounds. Just ten. And I don't feel anyone could possibly feel sexually toward me. God knows, I don't.

Ten pounds. Just ten.

Self image is such an important part of sexuality. And mine has gone to shit. Now, those who know me would look me over and say "Ten pounds? Are you kidding?" But ten pounds. That's the difference.

It's very frustrating.

Speaking of tattoos...

Unfurling is talking about getting a tattoo. I've been mulling over the idea for a while. I'm still nowhere near convinced about it... but I'm steadily leaning toward it.

However.

If I get a tattoo it's going to have to be something I really CAN live with having for the rest of my life. And in a place I can stand to have it for the rest of my life.

Anyway, I was considering at length what I'd get. If I were to get a tattoo I'd really want to start with an image I could get excited about. Nothing too detailed because I'm NOT a pain whore... but something I'd like.

I keep thinking of a much-too-detailed poster my sister had on her wall for years. I don't know the artist and can't find it online under the searches I've used (although I swear I found it once last year). Specifically it was a piece depicting a woman who had been welding some kind of man-robot and was caught off guard by the man-robot in question grabbing her in a particularly adult embrace. Even to this day I wonder what the artist was thinking as the story behind the picture as there are several obvious choices. And it's pretty fucking sexy.

The other obsession I have is with incubuses. And I'm not sure that'll ever go away.

But, bleh. Anyway. It's idle thought. Nothing serious. Not trying to steal Unfurling's thunder. Between the two tattoo shows on TV lately and Unfurling... I just got to thinking is all.

See, it's this thing.

I know I said I'd write about Semenex so I'm going to do so but then I'm going to write about other stuff.

My personal opinion on Semenex is that it doesn't work. I was hopeful, I tried... but husband's semen was still bitter as ever and had absolutely no discernible sweetness to speak of. I can't tell you how disappointed I was. So, y'all can make your own decisions but I'm going to have to go with the famous line from a twilight zone episode and say "no change! NO CHANGE!"

Moving on. I'm getting ready to start my new job next week. And I realized last night that there's yet another guy at work that I'm terribly sad to leave behind. See, the thing is, I have this THING for Asian guys. Well, half Asian guys, really. It's like a fetish except not really to that point. More of a... let's say... preference. Not that I have ever in my life slept with or even dated an Asian guy. But I'm sure eventually I will and I shall be hard pressed to not be thrilled. Unless he turns out to be a dick.

Back to the story. So this particular guy is half Asian. He's tall, but with some of the traditional Asian features. Bedroom eyes, too. Sort of Asian... sort of... not. And of course he's got that military quality about him, based on the fact that he intends to be an officer and is going to college for that purpose.

The other delightful quality he has is this kind of shy, quietness, which I appreciate. And he seems to think I'm funny (which is always nice). He's one of those guys who tends to hang out with the girls, but not in a creepy or effeminate way. I just get the feeling he likes women and has the sense to appreciate their company more than that of other males (or at least that of other males at work because the males who work with me act retarded).

So, anyway. I genuinely like the guy and think he'd be way fun to hang out with outside of work. Except I never really hang out with anyone out side of work and I'm his supervisor. And also, I'm attracted to him. So I guess basically I have a bit of a crush on him. And I'm terribly sad to leave that behind.

Luckily, like I mentioned... I'll be dealing with a wide variety of hot, young, military boys. While I'm not into boys... I think I can get over it to appreciate a few of them....

Don't you just hate it...

when someone starts a story and then just doesn't finish it? Don't you hate it when they put it off for days?

Yeah. Me, too.

Experiment:

finished.

Outcome... well... I'll share that later. Needless to say I do have an answer which shall be fully explored at a later time than now. I just wanted a bit of anticipation for you. Call it foreplay.

Dreamy

I had several dreams last night. In particular was one which starred Hal Ketchum, who happens to be one of my favorite singers of all time. I adore his voice, and at least most of his folksy style of music. I don't think he's for everyone, but he's definately for ME.

I saw him walking past in Seattle and begged him to let me get a picture of us together. Except the camera refused to work and the person I asked to take the photo was having extra trouble making it do so. Finally Hal was ready to give up but I convinced him to stay a few moments longer. It was during this time he started asking me about the local hotels (of which I knew nothing) and about somewhere that could keep his cat (which I desperately wanted to do) while he was in town. Eventually, the dream ended, but with a pleasant feeling.

Out of curiousity, I visited his site and discovered that he's selling a guitar and instructional video on QVC. I want it. I want it REALLY BAD. Do I need it? No, of course not. Would I use it? Some. I started to learn to play as a teenager. I do have a hard time sticking with things. But I WANT IT!

I also had a dream about being stabbed by someone. I can't remember exactly what the deal was with it, but I was definately stabbed several times. And it hurt. I'm pretty sure that had something to do with little pointy doggy toes and muscle soreness, but I'm not sure.

And of course, I woke up horny. Which is a good thing because I'm going to need to be horny for later. At least a little. Nothing less fun than giving a clinical blow job....

Side Effect

I've discovered a delightful side effect of semenex. Namely, husband gets hard at the drop of a hat. Or a hint that perhaps I'm interested in testing it. In fact, that will happen TOMORROW but it's been exceptionally easy to get him excited by merely mentioning the product or the testing of it.

Of course, it's entirely selfish hardness on his part. But I expect that from him.

But tomorrow... I shall know the truth about Semenex. God damn I hope it works.

Also, my birthday is over in 20 minutes.

And I'm not telling what I do for a living. I try to be deliberately misleading.

Happy Birthday to...

I worked. I worked very hard. But, of course, I still can't sleep. I took some nyquil. That'll surely knock my ass out.

I watched Made. I like Made. Yes, I am 27 years old and I like Made on MTV. What of it, beeotch? Namely, I was digging the dorky boy who became hot guy. Well, something like that. Because I totally think that's bitchin'. Which isn't to say I want to fuck a 16/17 year old. But rather that I appreciate and approve of the change.

However, seeing the blonde, white girl saying "sure, we can get jiggy with that" sincerely causes me pain. I'm just saying.

Anyway. I should have a first hand review of the semenex sometime very shortly. Here's to science....

Hot boys.

I'm actually pretty excited about the hot boys that I'll be working around. Unfortunately, I fear far too many of them will be exactly that... boys. But it's okay. I'll get over it. Besides hot boys, btw, I will also be dealing with HOT FOREIGN boys because this particular job occasionally involves foreigners in their funny foreign uniforms. And many of them will be single.

Yeah, okay, maybe I'm expecting too much. But... oh... it's been a long time.

I must be drunk

For my title I typed my pass word. I corrected that, of course. That might have been awkward.

I bought the old Harry Potter books. For years I've been told to read them. I finally gave in. FINE. I'll read the mother fuckers. But they better be good. I declined to by the third. Yet.

Husband will be taking his second dose of "the stuff" as I'm now going to call it, just to confuse issues. I think I might prepare it for him to see if his results (flavor and consistancy wise) can be improved upon based on his failing or if it's just always like that. I'll get back to you.

I was told I should put in for a position at a store which I visit quite frequently. Not as a lark, but seriously, because I sort of know the girl who works there and she was like "oh, you could make ($2.00 more an hour) and you'd actually LIKE your job!"

Which brings me to my next point which is that I've been exceptionally worried the last week because come the 30th (or there about) I shall be working at a different location. I'll keep the same job title and take on completely different work. I'm nervous as shit. However, I will be around a fucking huge number of hot, young military boys fresh from basic.

What I know so far.

That stuff I've been talking about? That Semenex stuff? Yeah. I bought some. I just... need to know!

Thus far, husband's review is less than favorable. "It smells okay," I told him. "Yeah, but it's not my favorite stuff." I tried it. I can't disagree. I don't hate it but... I only had a sip. It's a strange pumpkin-pie-lemon thing. I like the aftertaste. Husband... not so much. At all.

But, it takes about two to three days to be "effective." So. We'll see.

He said he could grow to love the taste if it works.

We'll see, we'll see.

Sexual Disfunction

I've been playing a hell of a lot of Burnout 3 on the Xbox. It's somewhat addictive. Until I want to break something, that is. Anyway. I'm not sure if this new found addiction is related to the sudden worsening of a long-term condition I've discovered or what but... I have pain in one of my finger joints.

Now, having pain in this joint isn't the end of the world. Turns out I use the middle finger of my left hand to do a lot more lifting and grabbing than I was aware of. Turns out, though, that this is the exact finger which plays a very important role in my orgasms. If I lost this finger it would be a tragedy. As it stands, it hurts a little to masturbate. Not that it stops me. But it hurts.

And I got to thinking about how much it must suck to have arthritis. Especially if you're a horny girl like me.

Thank god for vibrators....

A million ways I am wrong.

Let's start with the premise that I'm not disgusting. I know my own scent, my own taste, all of that and quite enjoy it. I'm careful to clean before sex (and generally am very picky about showering first) so as to be comfortable with what my body feels, smells, and tastes like during sex.

So. As I was watching some porn it occured to me out of the blue (and unrelated to anything) something that really irritates me. I absolutely loathe a man who loses his hard on when giving oral sex. Yes, I can see a bit of limpening thanks to lack of direct stimulation but a man who loses his hard on completely (or all but completely) irritates me. Here I am ready to be fucked and... oh... great... let's get you BACK in the mood. Hold... on... okay, you know what? I don't think I want to do this anymore.

Okay, maybe it's not that extreme. But I am demanding.

The thing is, when *I* go down I get wet. I get excited. I look forward to what's coming and can almost not wait for it.

I guess I just expect men to be like me.

I'm sure it's wrong of me. In a million ways.

But god damn it irritates me.

Taste

Speaking not at all about Semenex, for whatever reason I was unable to find a single other blogger on google who'd written about their experience with it. I think that's really, really odd. I'm curious as to whether this is because anything and everything ever written about it is spam or if there's something more nefarious even than that going on. I won't speculate further but I wonder.

Anyway, the reason I bring it up is that apparently more than anything else I've ever written in this blog I've gotten a lot of response for writing about semenex. Which is to say either the semenex people are looking for ANY mention of their product... repeatedly... or there are a lot of people who're looking for information on the product.

With no REAL reviews that I'd trust, I find the whole thing just weird.

So tired.

My boss is away from work which means I'm covering a lot of the stuff she would normally do. And between doing her job and mine I'm pretty worn out. But I like it. Damn. I think I want to move up again. Unfortuantely, senior managers in this place are like freakin' cement...

Meanwhile, I finally replaced my rear bumper from the accident I got into back in May. Yes that's almost two months of driving with a mangled rear bumper. I like to think it made people wary of me and allowed for somewhat crazier driving. I did have the pleasure of NOT being able to get my license plate back on for a good 10 minutes. "FUUUUUUUUCK" was about the only thing I could think of to say since it's rather not a good idea to drive without a rear license plate.

However, it's done. I did it in the near dark, of course. Because that's how I am. Tomorrow I'll have to tweak it... but not if it's as smotheringly hot tomorrow as it was today.

Sexually speaking, I was reading a book with a paticularly sexy scene in it, late at night. Husband was asleep in bed next to me so I decided I might as well masturbate. Halfway through (I was taking my very sweet time) my dog appeared from under the covers with my husband (he ONLY sleeps under the covers) and shook himself jingling his collar enough to wake husband. I stopped, trying to look innocent as husband rolled over and fell back asleep.

The next day I related the tale to husband, and he told me sarcastically "yeah, because you wouldn't want me catching you doing that. Because it's a SIN."

This from the man whom I surprised by coming home early one day and catching him masturbating... but in order to cover what he'd been doing he threw a t-shirt on, leaving his business hanging out underneath. No, I couldn't POSSIBLY guess what he'd been doing. But then maybe he thought I was one of the maintenence crew members breaking into the wrong house....

Dreams

I watched Blow Out last night. I don't know why I watch that show. It's dumb as fuck. However, I watched it. And then had a dream about Jonathan and a salon. Nothing sexy. I woke up from it to let the dog out (he's sick) and discovered I was really happy such a lame-ass dream was interupted.

I watched Cat House, the series, last night. I've been watching all the episodes On Demand and happened across one of them on HBO last night. I adore that show. I'm fascinated by it. I find it incredibly entertaining, and it makes me think a lot. So of course I dreamed about it. I had a very strange dream, though, which involved Anderson Cooper (I have such a crush) playing my former health teacher, a trip to Safeway, and a trip to the roller rink. It was all very odd. I'd only slept with two clients in two weeks but it was just enough to keep me from starving. I wasn't really serious about the business, yet. And then I ran across Anderson Cooper and boy oh boy did I want to fuck him. But then I kind of do, anyway.

Of course, I woke up from that one to let the dog out, too. But that was also okay because by the time I woke up Anderson Cooper was gone from the dream.

Saaaaaaaaaad.

I'm terribly sad that Rod of Rod Talks has decided to stop talking. I'm leaving a link to his page for now... give it a few weeks and it'll be gone. He's at least done us the service of letting us know he's leaving instead of just disappearing... but he certainly appears to be done.

Now all that's left is speculation. And a big hole where I used to read every day.

I'm sorely disappointed.

Pierced

Pierced
Originally uploaded by Odalisquek.

Figured I'd throw out another picture of my piercing just to make life interesting. Maybe I'll have to do one with the weird (and eventually uncomfortable) jewelry I bought, too....

Idle Play

Last night, I put husband to bed. I can't remember how I started teasing him... sucking his finger.. something. But we ended up with my hand around his cock. I love to hear him exhale those shaky, uneven breaths of delight. He rarely moans... just gentle sighs. I love his sighs.

I live for those sounds. I love watching him flex his hips up toward my hand as the sensations get more intense. I like to watch his face scrunch up.

Last night, I played with him until I decided it was time for me to go to the bathroom. No orgasm by my hand. I could have gone all the way. But he's so selfish. I like to tease him.

He finally got the hint when I came back to kiss him goodnight. He did the same back to me until he was too tired to continue.

I slipped away so he could sleep and a few hours later had one of the best orgasms ever.

Deeeaaaad

My phone died. So I ordered a new phone. Yes, I could have gone to the mall tomorrow and got one that way... but it's SOOOO much funner to shop online. Even if I DO have to wait for the payoff.

So. Once I get my new cell phone... who wants to call me?

Bad Dreams

I have this obsession with zombies. After watching 28 days later and Dawn of the Dead I've discovered what I fear most... zombies. The other day the power went out and I kept staring out into the street expecting to discover that my home was over run with zombies and that's why it took so long to get the power back on... it was NEVER coming back on thanks to zombies. I was SO CONVINCED it was zombies that I couldn't get myself back to sleep. It was at the highest point of my inner hysteria that the power came back on.

Then last night, I had a dream about zombies. Midway into it I ended up having to kill three of them that I'd let into my house before they changed into zombies. I ACCIDENTALLY fed some to the dog and ate some myself. Yes, in my dream I was unable to resist (or remember) that I was holding a chunk of zombie flesh and just had to have some. Raw. At which point I was freaked out that while zombies don't bother with dogs, it never said whether eating their flesh could infect humans and/or dogs.

By the end of the dream we'd made it to an alien controlled safe place and everything was going to be okay. Maybe.

But seriously, my zombie thing is like WAY out of control.