It's once again a picture of my tits, since a certain person in a certain community sort of claimed them as her own (what the hell is up with that, by the way?). Yeah... icon thievery. Lame. I even would've been cool with it if she'd credit me or something. Now I know how folks in icon communities feel. :P

Ugh. LJ drama is the worst, I swear. Not to sound selfish, but they are mine. Mine, mine, mine, in case you were suspicious that I stole my old icon. They're natural and everything.

Stories coming soon, by the way. Happy holidays!

Current Mood: frustrated

My boobs are some random chick's LJ icon. That is kind of hilarious to me.

( stocking! )

Well, after being on ANOTHER hiatus (and amazingly busy), I think it's probable that I'll actually have time for this journal during break/after finals. So sometime next week I'll post some things, and if anyone wants to be the inspiration for one of my stories, feel free to look me up on Yahoo (same as my LJ username). ;)

Tags: busy, xmas stocking, yahoo

A Change of Routine

At work, we rode the elevator together every day; he'd get off at the fourth floor, I'd get off at the fifth, and we'd each go through the same motions time after time. I was strangely attracted to him, and we'd never spoken a word to each other. A couple of weeks after we started taking the same elevator, I started to sex up my wardrobe a bit--I wanted to impress the man I didn't know outside of two minutes every morning. The first time we met, I'd been wearing slacks and a turtleneck sweater, with flats (of course)--by now, I was wearing fuck-me shoes and a low-cut top under a button-front blouse which somehow couldn't stay buttoned over my cleavage... perfect. Let's not beat around the bush--I looked hot.

This morning, I had a ceramic coffee mug in my hand, the contents of which I purposely let get cold. I brought it to the elevator, having kept an extra blouse in my office solely because I'd planned this somewhat carefully--and, thankfully, we were the only two people in the elevator. I smiled at him and took a sip, then "clumsily" spilled the lukewarm coffee all over my breasts. "Oh no," I groaned, and without saying anything to him, took off my blouse and the top I was wearing under it. Standing next to him in a bra and skirt, I looked over at my temporary companion and grinned slightly, deviously. I looked down and noticed a significant bulge in the front of his pants--I was getting wet already.

I took a step toward him, pressed my semi-bare breasts against his chest and whispered into his ear, "Fuck me." I kissed his neck right below his earlobe, and when the elevator doors opened he dragged me by the hand into his office, which was (luckily) only a few feet from the elevator. We'd both gotten to work early, so there was no one on his floor to see us. We went inside and he closed the door hastily. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as he removed my bra. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them slide to the ground; his cock sprung free.

Still kissing him, I pulled him back so I was standing with my back against the wall. He pulled away my panties, lifted my legs around his waist and entered me slowly for the first time, but all at once. He began to pick up speed and force like a locomotive, gradually, until he was fucking me fast and hard. He reached down to rub my clit, which was extremely hard--after this went on for a good ten minutes, I felt myself coming close to climax. I couldn't stifle myself anymore--I moaned loudly, and so did he. I felt my pussy twitch and convulse around his hard cock, and I squirted juices onto it before he thrusted into me one last time, shooting a hot jet of cum into me. I groaned as he let my legs down, breathing heavily, and found my clothes. I put them on before turning to the door, and said to him, "See you tomorrow?"

Tags: fucking, office, work
Current Mood: horny

Happy belated Thanksgiving, everyone. I'm home for the weekend and thankful for wireless internet. I do miss Duluth a little bit already, though.

I'll post another story (or two?) this weekend; surely, writing said stories will replace valuable study time. Muahaha.

I successfully had TWO orgasms before even showering this morning (it does usually take me a while to get the second one in with a hectic schedule ;P), essentially without doing any work (note: this was especially worthwhile due to my lack of a real-life fuck buddy).

Am I a really bad person for doing this?... I swear I've never been that wet or reached orgasm so quickly. I may have a make a purchase in the very near future.

*pants*

Tags: masturbation
Current Location: HEAVEN.
Current Mood: guilty...ish

So my roommate just got a "Sonic Boom" alarm clock, which comes with a vibrating disc which you put under your pillow.

She went home today at about 4:00 PM, and I had a lot of fun with that disc (through my panties; don't worry, I'm not THAT bad) around 10:00. It's very strong, and very effective. What a way to wake up if you put it somewhere other than under your pillow (I trust you can imagine what I'm talking about)...

God bless Sharper Image.

Long Distance, Part II

"I want to lick your cunt until you can't stand it anymore, baby," he says in the voice that already had me so hot and bothered. "Then I want to fuck you... slowly at first, but then fast and hard like I know you want it. I want to be inside you, baby..." He moans into the phone. At this point, I'm rubbing my clit with two fingers. Occasionally I slip a finger or two into my wet pussy, spreading its juices over my swollen, stiff clit.

Groaning, he tells me, "When I get home, first thing I'm going to do is fuck you up against a wall... lift your dress up, pull down your panties--damn it, I don't care if we get caught."

I squeeze my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. Despite the cold night, I'm absolutely burning. I move my hand from my breasts to my pussy, rubbing my clit with one hand and fingering myself with the other. Getting closer and closer to orgasm, I listen desperately to the speakerphone--hearing him grunting and moaning begins to get me off even more.

I rub my clit between my thumb and forefinger, practically screaming as I thrust two fingers inside myself. I finally climax just as I hear him coming; panting, I withdraw my hands from under the covers and pick up my cell phone. "I'll be home in a few days," he says. I grin to myself.

***

Writing this made me really fucking hot. Whew... it may be time for a cold shower.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex
Current Mood: horny

Long Distance, pt. 1

Alone for the night, I've gone to bed early when I'm startled awake by the sound of my cell phone ringing. Murmuring various swear words to myself, I answer it without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I say harshly, intending to give whoever's calling me at this hour a good talking-to. I hear the sound of breathing on the other end, and there's a brief pause.

"Baby, I want to fuck you so bad right now." The second I hear his voice, my sour mood goes away completely. He's been 3,000 miles away for the past two weeks, and we've both gone that long without having sex. With our respective libidos, this was driving me crazy. He'll be home in another week; I can barely stand the wait, but I know the sex we'll have when he's back will be almost worth it.

"Hey you," I whisper. "I miss you." I think we both know where this is going--I start to get wet just thinking about the last time we had phone sex. Sure, it was amazing when we were physically together--he was always a protective, strong, caring lover, but the sense of urgency on the phone, when we thought about each other all day, horny as hell--THAT was satisfying.

He replies in a semi-hoarse, low, sexy voice: "I miss you more." He's breathing deeply. "When I get home, I'm going to have you in bed all day. I want to taste your pussy and your nipples again... Baby, I'm so hard right now." I miss having him inside me; I slip my hand under the covers at this point and begin to touch myself. I moan softly into the phone, imagining the feel of his fingers and tongue.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asks me. I admit that I am. He says, "me too."

The sound of his voice alone is enough to turn me on. I decide to just listen as he talks, pleasuring myself. I press a button to put him on speakerphone so I've got two hands free.

---

To be continued... ;)

Tags: masturbation, phone sex
Current Mood: creative