Reality TV, A Better Orgasm & Fatties at the Gym

Reality TV, A Better Orgasm & Fatties at the Gym

After a few days in London, I find myself back here in New York. Guess I can't get away.

It has been a so-so week in London. I spent most of the week feeling horribly jet-lagged. Monday morning was fine, but the jet lag really kicked in on Tuesday after lunch.

I’ve been working on 2 different programs. The video game documentary and a reality TV show. I don’t want to say which reality TV show, but basically I’ve finished the work on it. Hard to tell if the show is/was a success. I had a very minor role in the production anyhow, so I guess it doesn’t matter. I know I make a good living from the TV industry so I probably shouldn’t say this but: Don’t waste your money voting on these shows. If you had any idea how much revenue is derived from phone / text / red button voting you’d be astounded. Part of the reason why you can’t vote via the internet is because there is no way for broadcasters / TV programs to generate revenue from online voting.

If you’re wondering, yes, the voting is legitimate. There’s no “fix” involved. But yes, producers have favorite contestants – they’re generally the “shit-stirrers.” Often they are the better -looking ones. That is sort of unfair, especially since the good looking ones seem to be equally as boring, but I guess it’s life.

Tuesday, I started going back into the Gym. I've been going to one of the suburban branches of my gym since it’s near the place where I am in pre-production on the documentary. There is a world of difference between a city gym and a suburban gym.

I know it’s not polite, but I look at other women in the locker room. I don’t gawk. I don’t stare. And I’m not looking in a sexual way. I look at women there in a comparative sense. I look to see how skinny everyone else is. Or how fat. I look to see who has the biggest boobs. Best legs. Best thighs, etc. Most of the women I look at I forget within minutes. There is one lady that I have not forgotten. She was Anorexic. It was so obvious. She was emaciated. Why was she working out at the gym I simply cannot fathom.

So the big difference between city gyms and suburban gyms is that women in the city work out religiously. It’s like the gym is their church. These sort of women are go-getters. They are slim and svelte. Suburban gyms, on the other hand, are a whole different ball game. The women there seem to work out as a hobby. Some of them even bring their kids to the gym. I really get cross when there are kids in the locker oom. One woman brought her 8-year old son into the women’s locker room. That’s so wrong. I don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of an 8-year old kid. Don’t bring your kids to the guy. Get a babysitter.

So as I was gazing around the suburban gym, I was amazed that I was the skinniest one there. How bizarre. The work out was crap. I wanted to do laps in the pool. I got stuck in the ultra slow lane and found it hard to swim freestyle while the suburban moms were prancing about in the pool. Very very frustrating.

And one last whinge about city vs. suburban . In the city gyms you get nice Molten Brown products. In the suburbs you get generic no-name stuff. Blah.

Wednesday morning as I was leaving for work I noticed that my favorite pair of pink panties and my very expensive Agent Provocateur pink bra were lying in the middle of the street. I looked up and saw that my passenger's side window had been smashed in. Nice. My gym clothes were strewn across the street. The fuckers tried to steal my TomTom. The only got the cradle, charger, and microphone. I spent the day getting the window fixed. Since I had to take the day off to do so, that made it a VERY expensive window.

Thursday night I figured out that masturbating to the shower head massager is more enjoyable than using my vibrator. I had stopped using the shower head for a while, for no particular reason. Well on Thursday evening I started back up again. It was my first shower head experience since I got my Brazilian wax.

I adjusted the temperature and water pressure. I spread my legs and placed the shower head massager on my clit. Bliss!!!! I came 9 times. That is a record for a solo session. When I cum, the low guttural tone sounding from my mouth echoes throughout the bathroom. I wonder if my neighbors can hear? I hope not.


The picture above IS NOT me, but it’s supposed to give you an idea of what I was doing.

So Friday morning I woke up and decided to use the vibrator. It took me ages to orgasm. When I did orgasm it wasn’t exciting or thrilling or anything. The vibrator doesn’t give me the feeling of being licked. It doesn’t change temperatures or pressure. It’s amazing how you can you can aim water at your clit then cum the second the temperature raises or drops.

I guess the female anatomy is incredibly sensitive to temperature. I would like, one day, to shag someone who is experimental with ice cubes. I think that might be fun.