Giving up Masturbation

Giving up Masturbation

I gave up masturbation last month. (Don’t worry I’m back on it now.) I felt that I had to give it up, though. Every time I masturbated I felt broody. That REALLY freaked me out. I don’t want to head down that road at this point in my life. Better to fight the feeling, right?

Fight the power. Fight the power that be. Elvis was a hero to most but he never meant… uh sorry, sidetracked there.

Every time I placed the vibrator on my clit I felt an overwhelming desire to ride a guy bareback and for him to shoot his load into me!

Now generally, I’m a champion of safe sex. I even have safe sex in my dreams. So it just seems so weird and incomprehensible that I feel the desire to have sex with a guy without a condom. Does not compute.

So here’s the big question guys may be wondering: From the perspective of a woman, performance wise, dose it make a difference fucking a guy with or without a condom?

Short answer: No. Fucking a guy with a condom feels exactly the same as fucking a guy without. I wish I could say that I feel the difference. I just don’t. I can’t even tell if a guy is cuming in me. My pussy can only really guage pressure, size (girth) and temperature.

Anyhow, seems I’ve been able to shake off this broody feeling. YAY! So now I’m back to masturbating. Feels good. One of the big bonuses about cleaning out the spare room was that I was able to find my favorite vibrator.

Despite the fact that I have a new flatmate (hence cleaning out the spare room) she hasn’t been around much. YAY! Leaving me much time to masturbate.

And if you’re curious what sort of vibrator I use. Check out this bad boy:

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I highly recommend it.

The Best Lip Gloss Ever

The Best Lip Gloss Ever

Last year I really got into lip gloss. Maybe I had seen too many L’Oreal commercials, “Because I’m worth it.” As soon as I acknowledged my passion for lip gloss there began the quest to find the ultimate color.

Looking back, I can say I was a bit obsessed. Ever time I went into Boots, Duane Reed, CVS, Super Drug, Giant Foods, Tesco, Sainsburys or Kmart I bought at least one lip gloss. Sometimes I bought 4 or 5 at a time. It sounds harmless but I basically ended up buying one lip gloss per day for two months. Yeah, I had a LOT of lip gloss. At any given moment I had at least 8 different lip glosses in my purse.

Around the same time I began dating someone. It’s fair to say that I was rather smitten with the guy. Dating someone made my lip gloss obsession worse. It made me more determined to find the perfect shade.

I was somehow convinced that the perfect shade of lip gloss would transform me; that the perfect shade would make me so beautiful, so irresistible that I would be desired by man I pass by.

Out of the 60 or so lip glosses in my collection, three of them became my favorites; the ones I wore all the time. All three lip glosses were a pink / reddish color. Unfortunately, I accidental left one of my favorite lip glosses at the home of the guy dating. I stayed there over night and left it in his bedroom. He noticed my lip gloss lying around and couple later and threw it away.

Now, over a year later, I’m still thinking about that lip gloss! What the Fuck? Why does it annoy me so much? Am I annoyed that the guy threw it away? Am I annoyed that I’ve been unable to find the same exact shade? Am I irked because after spending nearly two months finding it, that it’s gone? I don’t know. In my head this lip gloss has reached epic proportions. When I think back about it I think, “That was THE BEST lip gloss ever!” And I actually feel quite sad that it’s gone.

I guess it’s difficult for me to get over things (and people).

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I Turned Down a Four-Some

Finally, I’m working again, yay! It’s been three long months doing fuck all. My days of unemployment would have been enjoyable if I had bigger savings to live off of. But having foolishly squandered a big chunk of cash on my Brazil trip, I was living off peanuts – literally! In some ways Brazil was really worth it, but shit, I wouldn’t go through 3 months of being poor again.

Anyhow, it’s great to be back in a job. I’m a producer at a major TV network. I started working last week and so far its fantastic! I spent all Friday in Paramount’s offices working on a deal for an upcoming film. Then I got to see an exclusive preview of the film, Transformers. Sweet. Something tells me I’m gonna love this new job.

Tuesday I saw Interpol at the Astoria. I was so unimpressed. Before they made it big I saw Interpol play in some bar on Avenue A in New York. There were probably 30 people in the audience. It was great show. A friend of mine who is friends with Carlos D dragged me there. Back then I was very impressed. In New York there were so many friends’ bands I’ve been dragged to see. Interpol was the best of the lot. I met the band after that small show, but I really don’t remember much about it. I think I saw Carlos D. a few times after that at Motherfucker. Wednesday, however, Interpol were so fucking bland. All their songs sound the same. I couldn’t even tell which songs were their new ones.

Wednesday, I was on TV, Big Brother’s Big Mouth. The host was John McCririck He’s so fugly. I thought he was ugly on TV but in person he's worse. His wife sounds like an illiterate monkey when she reads from the teleprompter. The show was shite.

Thursday I treated my ex to dinner at a fabulous Indian restaurant, in Islington. I just wanted to say thank you to him for being so kind and lending me money when I was poor. The meal came to £95. Ouch. But I was in luck. Their card reader was broken. They brought in a replacement card reader. That was also broken, so we got the meal for free. Sweet!

Friday after work I met Wanda in a Starbucks on Carnaby Street. We talked about our podcast, our upcoming show Wed July 11, and we talked about the men in our lives. Or in my case, the lack of men in my life. We got some drinks in the Social. I bumped into a friend from my job last year where I was working on the World War II documentary. I asked her to catch me up on all the gossip. She said she didn’t have any so I said to her,

“I’ve got some gossip then: I fucked C.S.”

She looked at me, stunned. I know I’m a bitch. She has to go work with him on Monday. Somehow I didn’t care.

I was thinking about CS today. In some ways, I did genuinely like him. His quirkiness, his jokes. I liked that he liked me. I like that we both had a secret form the world. But as soon as I got the “fuck off” vibe from him, his ass was grass; and I was the mower.

Maybe he was the type of guy who could only handle a theoretical affair. The realness of our intimacy may have been too much for him. Still, for him to cast me aside like I was yesterday’s news was wrong. I know, two wrongs don’t make a right, but sure makes me feel a hell of a lot better!

After the Social Wanda and I wandered over to the Crown and Sceptre. We bumped into Ginge, a guy Wanda was once been besotted with. Coincidently they had been texting each other 10 minutes before we bumped into him. Through Ginge we were introduced to a few BBC radio producers. Naturally, I offered up my card.

After the Crown we went for a cheap Chinese meal in Chinatown. I took a night bus home and spent much of Saturday sleeping.

Saturday night I got a call from Mr. TV Presenter. Remember him? He asked it I wanted to go out to dinner and later have a four-some with him and couple he knew. Part of me was thinking, “Yeah that sounds exciting!” The other part of me was completely grossed out. I dunno. I sort of don’t want to share Mr. TVP with 2 other people at the same time. I still might do it one day, but i'll depend on how horny I am.

Besides, I've already done the four-some thing in college. Yes, it was fun, but a rather strange introduction to lesbianism.

Anyhow, I had plans with my friend the Soundie. The Soundie and I were going out to dinner. “Where do you want to go?" I asked him.

“Oh I’ve heard about this fantastic Indian restaurant in Islington.” I ended up back at the same Indian restaurant as Thursday.

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Crusty Cock, Cunnilingus and Bare Ass Exhibitionism on Oxford Street

Crusty Cock, Cunnilingus and Bare Ass Exhibitionism on Oxford Street Parts 1 & 2

It's an old episode, but a good one! Oral sex in public. FUN!

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