Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I don't blog enough anymore to be of any use at all . . . which

I don't blog enough anymore to be of any use at all . . . which is why NO ONE comments anymore (save Nancy Pants, who comments with some regularity) . . . PGALC, read this and comment. At least once. And I'll feel more obligated to write more frequently. :-)

I start college --AGAIN-- tonight. I am nervous about going back. I'm not sure that I'm going to like being around shit-head freshmen (even in the HALLWAYS) again. And shit-head freshman boys are the worst . . . with the exception of just a few guys, I didn't even like college-age guys when I was a college-age girl. And I met and married (well, eventually) ExHubby b/c those stupid 19 year old men were so . . . stupid.

Good thing I have Shocker or I might find myself married to an asshole again (just because I enrolled in school).
The way it stands, I get to be enrolled in school (Social Work, btw), take classes, ignore the smelly boys in sweats, and go home to either my prince charming or my darling little princess (depending on the week--and whether or not Carrot is staying with Gma) . . .

And damn, I'm lucky.

"Do you know that with all I have left in my very last breath I will call your name?"
(one of "those songs"--- it's just STUCK in my head!)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Next Thing: Wedding Dress

Ha!! I bet you thought that was FOR ME, didn't you?!?!?!

Not yet, friendly reader. Not yet.
THIS TIME I'm doing my best to not rush. . . which means we:
  • decided NOT to move in with each other right away-- I'll have my own apt for a while
  • have a very stable form of birthday control-- NOT 'anal' or 'pulling out and spraying wildly hoping it does / doesn't land on Billy Graham's face'
  • spend several nights a week together and usually at least one or two of those is overnight-- but we ceratainly have our own activities too (mine are Facebook, snooping, and reading smut all while drinking wine and his activities mostly consist of video games and working out. . . but HEY, they're OUR. OWN. ACTIVITIES! lol)
  • are spending some more time with each other's families, which has been very informative and a lot of fun actually
It's been good, but NO WEDDING DRESS YET. . . for ME.

But MY DARLING CARROT is another story. She started preschool. . . and that's actually way far away from wedding dress shopping. . . not the point.
This is all SOOOO weird. It feels like just yesterday I was pregnant and trying to figure out how best to walk so I wouldn't topple over. I very vividly remember learning to breast feed her--which I thought would be a walk in the park, but. . . with HER. . . definitely wasn't. I remember the first date I went on after (which was the first time I left her). . . and I cried through the whole thing. The first time I paddled her butt with my hand. . . the time I caught her standing in the dishwasher. . . when we got Precious, the kitty, & how she used to squeeze the daylights out of her. . . when we got Shadow, the puppy, & how she followed him around constantly. . . moving to CA. . . moving back to KS. . . how, in the first month after we were home, she'd cry for Daddy--until she saw that it made ME cry too. . .
I remember. . .
when she had BLACK hair. . . when she colored on my mom's couch with Sharpie. . . when we first slept over (and she first saw her OWN BED) at Shocker's. . .

Man, I'm A LUCKY Momma.
Gotta share my FAVORITE pictures from her first 3 days at school:

She absolutely WOULD NOT let go of my leg. . . which is SOOOO unlike her!!

This was her "first actual full day of preschool outfit" . . . SOOOO SWEET!!

And finally, Carrot and her Momma. . . I LUUUUHHRRVVE this picture of us together! We both look just slightly 'out of it,' but ya can't change THAT! :-)

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Busy Girl----aka, I 'had' a MAN on Sun, a WOMAN on Mon

We (the boyfriend and I) have "an agreement." Let's start with that. . .

If you have read my blog before or followed me on Twitter, you might have caught that I'm bi. I don't NECESSARILY advertise it "in real life," but I don't lie about it either. . . ie, if someone asked me (which, they HAVE), I tell 'em. . . pretty much. Ya know, I am who I am and I like what I like.

but back to our arrangement!
Shocker doesn't mind if I play around with women on the side. It's actually kinda shocking considering that he's never been with a woman that was so . . . well, sexually adventurous AND honest about it.

I straight-up said (at the beginning) something about BEING bi, but not NEEDING to be "a practicing bisexual." It's fun, it's sexy, it's pleasurable. But it's not mandatory.
But he's NEVER even hinted that he didn't like it.
In fact, he's now expressed a desire to, at some point, WATCH me with a woman.

The night before last (two nights ago) was a Shocker and I night. . .
And we had mind-blowing marathon sex (which I believe is a phrase that I straight up copied from my bestie, PGALC) . . . and it was good.
We started in the hot tub, moved inside, were on a couch, on a bed, on the floor with a blanket. He used his mouth, used his fingers, and of course use that other thing that I love SOOOOO much about him.
I used my vibrator, threw around dirty talk, and didn't even have to beg him to pull my hair.
VEEERRRRY fucking hot.

And then comes the girl on girl time. . .
VEEERRRRY interesting.

There's a woman at work (a temp) who I was SURE I had caught staring at my legs, my ass several times. She (uh. . . Queenie) made all sorts of excuses to stop by my desk. I'd give her "the smile," and she'd blush a little, but not look away. Probably a good 3 months ago, on her last day on the project in my office, I walked over to HER right before leaving for lunch. . .

ME "Hey, I heard that this was the last day for all you temps. . . I just wanted to give you my number. Really, give me a call sometime, girl."
QUEENIE [eyes wide open] "oh, oh, okay."

And then I walked away, shaking my butt just a little more than usual (which I usually did when I knew she was watching.
Glanced back. . .
And she was definitely watching. Smiling.

We started texting and I dove right in. This may have been the first time in my life I was so INTENTIONALLY aggressive in pursuing a woman--and I'd never pursued one I didn't KNOW was bi too.
Didn't take too long before she was volunteering sexual info, pictures. . .
Signed, sealed, delivered.

By the time last night (1 night ago) rolled around, we'd very intimately discussed sex, what we were looking for, what we like in bed, each other's bodies, etc.
and last night was pretty much a sure thing.

And it was also a GOOOOOOD thing.
Although she'd kissed girls, it was her first time WITH one. And she did well.
We didn't go into the oral territory yet, but we talked afterward---and that's definitely the next step!

she was a quick learner (ie, when you're WITH a woman, you usually touch her in a way that would feel good to YOU. . . but she quickly picked up on what was making me move and moan).
I didn't get to experience as many amazing orgams as I had with shocker (or, well. . . ANY, but it WAS her first time and I didn't mind "helping her out"), but it was still GREAT sex. Period.

So, I had sex almost every day for several weeks (first while Mom was out of town, and we were house-sitting and second while Stepmom was out of town, and we were AGAIN house-sitting). . .
and now I'm MISSING IT.

Like, so much that I wore a dress yesterday so I could touch myself WHENEVER I wanted to. . . and so Shocker could grab my ass in the elevator at work.
I LOOOVVVE having a job where I get to work with my boyfriend!