tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16125460233097145992011-11-13T10:44:50.799-05:00Lust, Love, Life.Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-18709699548467657402011-03-01T17:00:00.000-05:002011-03-01T17:00:05.334-05:00

Can a man and a woman from two very different cultures or races ever be accepted by each other and by society? Can someone so different from me ever really understand me, or will our relationship always be strained because of our differing heritage, customs, background? Can a brown man and a white woman stand next to each other holding hands in line at the supermarket without getting viciously

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-86111398107070096542011-02-25T01:39:00.000-05:002011-02-25T01:39:00.329-05:00

We're supposed to just be friends, and we were talking on the phone. That's a good thing. We were wrapping the conversation up and you said, "Ok, I'm gonna go get something to eat."I couldn't resist. The punchline came too easily."I'll give you something to eat," I said."Eaaaaasy," you said.Dammit, this friends thing is going to be anything but.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-77648160608592288392011-02-18T16:58:00.002-05:002011-02-18T16:58:00.247-05:00

Can a man have a small penis and still wholly satisfy a woman? He may give the best oral I've ever experienced, his mere fingertips make my toes curl, a gaze or even a glance from those deep green eyes make my clitoris swell. And yet, I wonder if I will ever feel full... whole... complete... without a throbbing man part inside me at least once in a while. Will I look for it elsewhere? Will a

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-70738039489647179302011-02-14T06:45:00.000-05:002011-02-14T06:45:00.766-05:00

My wonderful, rational roommate and I are going to exchange Valentines on February 15th this year. I feel bad for all you suckers who have to pay full price for yours.xoxo,Dee

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-3658882477820619902011-02-13T16:57:00.001-05:002011-02-14T01:33:48.374-05:00

Can two people have a strictly emotional, even spiritual connection, with little to no physical attraction and still have a sexual and exclusive relationship? What if the physical attraction is there for one, but not the other? Do I hide this fact from him, smiling and telling him he's the most beautiful man in the world (because he is on the inside) all the while knowing that I'm not being

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-22959718441412401042011-01-25T16:56:00.005-05:002011-02-14T01:33:37.091-05:00

Can two people, separated by more than a decade in years, ever make it work? Age is nothing but a number, and maybe his immaturity and my maturity balance out. Maybe my immaturity is compensated for by his older-and-wiser guidance when I really need it. We may never stop making jokes about nearly being different generations. About him being too old for something, about something being "before my

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-18821707350844744322010-07-17T14:34:00.004-04:002011-02-14T01:38:54.676-05:00

"What are you wearing tonight? ... well, you're a fox so either way..." he says.There's something about a guy that calls you a fox that sounds so sexy. It's not degrading sexy, like, "hey baby, wanna do something later?" It's sexy like, "you have all the charisma and sex appeal of a woman who knows what she's got and is not afraid to flaunt it!"Gahh I love him. Looking forward to tonight.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-69618917786952584092010-05-25T01:57:00.004-04:002011-02-14T01:38:16.155-05:00

Last night, in the mid-Spring heat wave, we kept the windows closed so the neighbors wouldn't hear. As I finished for the third time with your fingers between my thighs and your face near my belly, you reached one hand up and squeezed my hip area, using your thumb to press into my abdomen. It sent me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rippled over my body, as your other hand exited my body and

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-45122979910336063012010-02-04T13:23:00.003-05:002011-02-14T01:37:47.123-05:00

I just saw two women holding hands, and it reminded me that all along I've really wanted another girl to sleep beside me, cuddle, kiss. There's something about a woman's touch, the curve of her hips, the smooth, soft lips. Obviously, I haven't been with a man for a while now, but it reminds me of how badly I want a woman. The problem is, finding one that I actually want to be with, who isn't just

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-86989977691091793692009-10-01T05:12:00.005-04:002011-02-14T01:37:29.342-05:00

I'm going crazy. It's been months. It's not like I didn't choose this for myself, but I don't know how long it's going to hold up. Learning to say "no" was difficult for me at first, but now that I've learned this powerful word, and how to use it, I don't want to say "no" anymore... I want to say "yes," "yes," "YES!"What's so wrong with a girl getting fucked...

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-7824307676330675352009-07-24T21:24:00.002-04:002011-02-14T01:49:17.839-05:00

That's what I use to describe the best orgasm I ever had. How do you describe yours?Did you know some people never orgasm in their whole life? Isn't that sad? Are you one of them?

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-44794514888165362362009-04-16T21:29:00.001-04:002011-02-14T01:49:40.665-05:00

I started the Pill. I resisted for all these years but my gyno told me there's no need for me to suffer undue pain every month when I have debilitating cramps for two days in a row. I thought it was just the price I was going to pay for the rest of my life as a result of my being a kink and not wanting to get married. That and it was convenient that I didn't have to lie to make a guy put a condom

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-57606728018140368492009-04-10T07:29:00.003-04:002011-02-14T01:50:31.483-05:00

Callinda held her tongue, and her breath, as Diana's thin face emerged from the darkness. It looked different this week. The drug interactions were robbing her of any long, wavy hair left on her scalp after the hair-pulling panic attacks were over, so she was refusing to take her Seroquel which should have been fattening her up. She was destroying herself. Last weigh-in was 96 pounds, and even

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-91593540575491069242009-04-08T09:25:00.001-04:002011-02-14T01:51:05.711-05:00

“Boo.” said Diana, sarcastically.“Well hello there, Diana.” Callinda dropped her bag on the floor, placed her clipboard on the desk, laid her pen down and turned her whole body to face Diana in one natural, sweeping motion. It looked as though she had been through this many times with other patients. She thought.Diana looked blankly in Callinda’s direction, motionless. Only the whites of her

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-32973936701161981052009-04-07T01:13:00.003-04:002011-02-14T01:51:24.973-05:00

“Thanks Cliff,” Callinda sighed, as she opened the outer door leading to a small, dimly-lit entryway before Room 516 of St. Joseph's Psychiatric North wing. There were no windows save the one-way mirror into 516, no embellishments on the walls, and the paint may have been white at some point, but could hardly pass for beige anymore. Callinda had been warned that no one would be around to watch

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-72388393760100293142009-03-16T21:07:00.004-04:002011-02-14T01:51:56.711-05:00

At least their eco-friendly sex appeal seems to be working, unlike a certain PETA attempt a few weeks back...

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-77457685014643989172009-02-02T19:02:00.002-05:002011-02-14T01:52:12.906-05:00

Diana Carver, age 19...with menacing blank spaces next to “diagnosis” and “comments.” Under “treatment,” a laundry list of about five anti-depressive and anti-psychosis drugs that would be lethal for a normal human being. It was a little more than intimidating for a 23-year-old like Callinda to take on a case like this, fresh out of grad school, but she felt it was about time people respected her

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-37673569547082729572009-02-01T20:04:00.001-05:002011-02-14T01:52:32.577-05:00

I'm going to start a short story, and post it here in chapters. I've seen other people do this and I think it will be fun and hopefully interesting. I don't know where this will go but it's cool to be creative and not just talk about my own life all the time. Please comment! Chapter 1 will be up tomorrow :-)

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-1897883841314415362009-01-25T20:50:00.001-05:002011-02-14T01:54:20.033-05:00

Scenario 1:When I try to take it slowly with a guy, he ends up wifey-ed up with another chick within weeks of meeting me, thinking I'm uninteresting OR not interestED. Just because I don't sleep with him, he thinks I'm not interested. Am I that incapable of loving? Or do all relationships really need to start with sex? Is it possible to be celibate and still have a real relationship with someone?

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-56265038782149974232009-01-18T21:03:00.004-05:002011-02-14T01:55:11.230-05:00

Lingering ex-girlfriends are the worst when it comes to new relationships. Aaron is "undecided" between me and his ex, as she's whispering in one ear "I love you," "I can't live without you," I'm pleading inside my head, "Pick me," and "Just give me a chance, for goodness' sake..."It worked for Meredith in Grey's Anatomy a few seasons ago, but I'm not sure if desperado is a role I'll ever play

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-54849002031316770352008-11-13T02:50:00.002-05:002011-02-14T01:55:28.287-05:00

Whenever I hear the word, "penetration" I think penis and can't help but laugh out loud.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-20826572978820783432008-08-13T00:22:00.002-04:002011-02-14T01:56:07.377-05:00

Strip or not strip?

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-79090466080604437492008-06-04T01:17:00.003-04:002011-02-14T01:56:22.627-05:00

I think I'm scared of WHEN I will die more than how I will die. I hope it's not "painful" and that I can say my last words to family and stuff, but I'm most scared that I will die before I get to "that point" in my life where I find true happiness again.I know she's lurking right around the corner somewhere, but damn that bitch is elusive.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-74479507798660151832008-06-01T00:34:00.006-04:002011-02-14T01:57:14.085-05:00

Q: But, why, mamma bear? Why can't I wear leggings to school today?A: Because, baby bear, your body is not suited for such things. Your legs are much too thick and your bottom much too big. And if you are too lazy to shave and exercise, and think that these silly little leggings will fool people, you are very, very mistaken. What's next - you don't like your brown hair? Now go eat your porridge

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-3647957862669277152008-05-31T03:40:00.002-04:002008-05-31T03:44:48.394-04:00

People try to rob banks. But aren't ATM's unguarded, large deposits of money? Why hasn't anyone ever tried to tap that before? I mean, people try all kinds of things for money. Are ATM's that invincible? An iron man?As I write this, I wonder if tomorrow we will read about a wave of ATM holdups.I wouldn't mind if the ATM's were held at gunpoint. The $2 surcharges they like to dish out could better

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-38157663321442183162008-05-29T00:29:00.002-04:002009-01-25T20:43:05.367-05:00

Will cracking your knuckles really make them swollen?I hate to hear other people crack theirs, and I usually yell at them for doing it. My grandma would have yelled and added a bit of advice about when you're her age and what's going to happen to you. Sometimes I tell people it's not good for them. But I really wonder sometimes, if maybe it's not bad at all but we just hate hearing that noise so

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-5168260654071006012008-05-03T02:08:00.005-04:002009-01-25T20:42:37.783-05:00

Showering really calms the mind and body. And soul. So does sleeping.Pores clean, feet fresh, with a slightly perfumed conditioner still clinging to my hair follicles, I am slipping into bed nude. My freshly-shaved and lavender-lotioned legs are skimming the insides of my sheets as I curl into the fetal position before drifting into a fantastic, sober... round two of "Her" time.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-48926325483897245812008-05-02T00:04:00.004-04:002008-11-19T11:22:33.217-05:00

I want to be with you right now. Really. I do, but I can't because I am not capable anymore. I want to love you and I want to be there for you. Yet every time I am there for you I feel as though you are pulling me backwards. Like I'm walking away and you grab my right shoulder blade, turn me around to face you and plant the biggest smooch on my forehead and tell me you love me. That I can't leave

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-19588291419982427102008-03-18T20:55:00.008-04:002009-01-25T20:41:37.261-05:00

Who doesn't love flowers? Normally I save my fresh-cut flower boquets just before they spoil, pressing the petals for bookmarks or drying them in silica gel and preserving them forever in vases throughout my bookshelf, complete with handwritten notes and dates and memories. I cling to my memories so deeply; maybe that's why I never delete someone's name from my cell phone even after I forgot who

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-43284673303643806202008-03-17T23:39:00.006-04:002008-05-31T03:45:38.241-04:00

The Italian word for "risquè" is "osè," which I learned when reading an Italian article in reference to Kristen / Ashley Alexandra Dupré / Ashley Youmans, who was involved in the prostitution ring of ex-governor Eliot Spitzer. I feel so educated today. But I have to admit, I did have to Google her name in English before I could understand the whole point of the article. Which is basically that

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-78591928957741411352008-03-03T06:03:00.010-05:002008-05-31T03:47:03.816-04:00

I suppose this is funny in a softcore porn type of way. I mean, Lene is hot, but I wish porn stars would invest in a few acting lessons every once in a while. Oh well, props for the sweet silicone.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-33136218079039973322008-01-28T20:33:00.005-05:002009-01-25T20:39:38.138-05:00

It's kind of funny sometimes, how you think one thing about a person and then someone else talks about them and gives you a completely different perspective. And then your opinion changes as well. Which can even be a little sucky.I had a crush on this super-skinny artsy chick with dark hair and olive skin, and a heart shaped face. I had fantasies about her for a week. She's got a sort of

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-83212069420611163062008-01-27T20:28:00.003-05:002009-01-25T20:39:17.892-05:00

My body feels weightless as my muscles and entire being enter a refractory period. Masturbation is the best therapy a girl can give herself.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-60393633429405629232007-12-01T12:07:00.001-05:002008-05-31T03:46:36.130-04:00

I don't really like weed that much. Usually I find myself feeling way too high after smoking next to nothing. But usually when I'm around it, I end up taking a hit anyway, just to see if this time I'll like it. Maybe that's the wrong mentality going in, although in all the time I've tried it, there have been only a few times where I actually felt really good. Perhaps it's what people call

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-67674832207469851172007-11-28T20:14:00.002-05:002008-03-18T00:22:19.202-04:00

You verified my address and made sure I'd be home in the evening. Then you had a dozen roses delivered to my door from 1-800-FLOWERS with the most adorable note attached. The roses were cliche but the note was very personal. I'd write it here but I'm afraid you might see it one day and realize what a hopeless romantic I can be, falling for you this way. It's not supposed to happen like this.

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-64613803585622956242007-11-27T21:21:00.002-05:002008-05-31T03:46:51.924-04:00

Actually I just need to replace the batteries on my mouse, but this is very frustrating. A wireless mouse isn't supposed to be more of a pain than a wired one! Darn batteries die every few months, and then I have to keep pressing the button on the bottom to squeeze every last ounce of energy out of those suckers. Even rechargeable batteries suck. Who invented batteries anyway? Why can't we

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-56337760137358860502007-11-13T22:15:00.002-05:002008-11-19T11:34:41.738-05:00

You are passionate and temperamental. Seductive and exotic. My parents hate you and I could never date you. But my alter-ego loves you.You interfere with my life plans and get in the way of my goals while simultaneously praising me for them. You deal drugs to buy me expensive dinners on the weekends and will probably work for your father for the rest of your life despite any faith that I'm

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-64810624040024603072007-11-03T16:48:00.002-04:002008-05-31T03:47:34.767-04:00

RT said he would never touch a girl who had ever dated / hooked up with a black guy. Meaning a white girl, no need to specify. So my chances are kapoot with him but I suppose that's a good thing. I wouldn't want to date someone who thought like that anyway, even if he didn't know I've hooked up with not only black, but Hispanic and Asian men - not to mention women. His rationale: black men "

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14824937531089623506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1612546023309714599.post-21345301005368521912007-11-01T16:52:00.000-04:002007-11-04T17:17:11.657-05:00

There are a number of reasons for my nickname DD. I'm sure you can guess one of them. It paid off when I worked at Hooters one summer to help offset the cost of my education. But that's another story completely. More than one story, even.Another reason is also obvious and pathetically uninspired. They're my initials.You can call me DD, if you're a sexual man. Or a hot lesbian. Or if you know me

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