Begins: Nov 30th, 2011
I date men I could have babysitted | I am fucking my neighbor | I fuck and laugh and cry | I’m freaking out | I accidentally take screen shots | I suck at Scrabble, but rock at sobbing | I’m beautiful in firelight | There’s something wrong with me | I am a mentor | I don’t require sex, but I get fucked anyway | I make plans, they get squashed | I’ll show you my tits | I can make a grown man beg | I admit to something | I tie up my lover* | My idiocy knows no bounds | I thank you all | My pussy is better than his hand | I’ll do Hy and you do you | I decline a facefucking | A fever only barely lowers my libido | He’s the best boyfriend I’ve never had | I get hurt by one I never thought would hurt me | I told him how I feel. Mostly | I am deliriously tired | I have a houseboy | There is a need inside of me | I get begged, I get ignored | I’ve gotten tangled up here lately | I dress him up, I dress him down | A cock always makes me feel better | I don’t listen well | I don’t always handle myself well | The rain is my friend | I give blowjobs in hot tubs | I have to say goodbye | I have a new perspective | I try to stay cool | I had 3 men in 1 day | I am dangerous | My plan B is better than my Plan A | My face gets stuffed with cock | I go on first dates with hope and leave with nothing | I’m afraid my secret sex blog will be discovered | A man spends the night | I have a story to tell of love and lust | I write a loving tribute to my houseboy | Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m an asshole | I will make sure he never forgets me, Part 1: Wherein I burn images into his brain | I will make sure he never forgets me, Part 2: Wherein he loses his shit | I will make sure he never forgets me, Part 3: Wherein he discovers I love him | I will make sure he never forgets me, Part 4: Wherein all is right in our worlds | I will make sure he never forgets me, Finale: Wherein he makes me one with the universe | (I learn about 4 am girl) | I’m not feeling all that dissolute | I get bruised | The Neighbor is still a nice guy | I told him it was over | He told me it’s over | I don’t want to be alone | I want to vomit | I fucked up: A follow up
1st ending: Jul 5th, 2012 (He starts up with 4 am girl)
2nd beginning: Jul 22, 2012
2nd ending: Jul 27, 2012 (He finally fucks 4 am girl)
3rd beginning: Jul 31, 2012
Neither of us could resist | When everyone wants you, it’s like no one does | I backslide | I can’t figure shit out. And still I’m talking about it | I’m jealous | I get more help from my friends. And I suck his cock | I won’t lie to you. Even when I want to | I’ll try to keep this short: My life assessed by another | I finally said no | (He breaks up with 4 am girl) | Not having orgasms or sex has cleared my head | He knocked at 2 am | I counted freckles | I get what I want: Cum on my lips and giant cock in my pussy | Noodle and I are gonna give The Neighbor a double blowjob | He fucks my wits right out of me | He might get a double blowjob after all | I fuck while she watches | I will only fuck one neighbor | I can’t help but worry | I turned him down | I forgot to kiss him | He takes me for granted | The butterfly gives him more rope | My libido holds its breath | I wonder if my boobs make me look fat
3rd ending: Oct 1, 2012
4th beginning: Oct 6th, 2012
I tripped and fell on his cock and then he called me “sunshine” | I wonder if friends with benefits is even real | I faked an orgasm, but I doubt he believed me | When I walk away he comes running | Even I can’t stop the seasons | Being friends with benefits | I got welts instead of Halloween candy | My boobs cheer him up | He invited me to a potluck | I don’t believe in forever | My homecoming made me orgasm five times | I have sweater puppies | I was kissed | I love to suck cock | I need to be preferred | I give my first spanking | I bruise my hand from spanking | Don’t wake me up | A foursome commences | A heart still beats even when it’s laying on the floor | I know he’ll never love me | I switch, I cry, I dominate | I take a bath. Naked, naturally. | I have things to do | I found “beard lube” | I get the shit fucked and loved outta me | I show my tits on Christmas Day | I prep for a sex party with Noodle | His cock will be in me at midnight | I am becoming a Domme | He won’t cum without me | I have happy dreams | Obama would approve of this message | I make a rewards and punishments list | I made him say, “I’m sorry.” | I’m shy like a butterfly | I still love him | He fucked me to oblivion | Que sera sera | I’m sent off in style | I get good morning light | He kissed me and there we were | I’m wearing his underwear | Today is slightly different | I want to fuck another couple | Old lovers are a dime a dozen, new ones a million bucks | I have permission to fuck other men. I think. | He gets on his knees | I do as promised | His penis is lemon-y | He loves strawberries, sex, and submission | I get fucked for days | We’re having pork tacos and fucking a couple tonight | Holding my breath | I send love notes | I have a very busy day today | I turn to the domme side | I am not broken (I admit to cumming) | Friday, May 10th, is Boobday! | Sometimes I want to shut it all down | He’s left his mark on me | I hope my neighbors got a show | He is my whipping boy | I had tears in my ears | I whispered, “I love you” | Sometimes I hate my body | I cried and then I was spanked | I take advantage of the light
I find out my friend Sara has died July 9th, 2013. My writing slacks off a lot, but we continue to grow closer.
There’s no Boobday today. My heart’s not in it. | Pussy trumps cock | I shaved my pussy bare for him | Friday, August 9th, is Boobday! | He made me beg for it | He masturbated while I watched | I get a little pampered | I don’t know how to dominate: When you hurt your submissive (my first landmine) | I undo buttons | Don’t envy me | I held him in my arms | “It’s total perfection” | I survived a small town and lived to tell about it | My yellow dress always gets me laid | Faisal is an opportunist | Boob pics are more than just boob pics | My Domme skills need work. Or do they? | He may only cum when I am present | I’m too busy to write anything decent | He’s aromatic | Take us or leave us | He’s my TN | I beat his ass | I write a letter to The Neighbor | I sound like I’m gloating | I take the plunge (we tell each other we love one another) | Unicorns do it, too | I feel a little empty | He gets a lovely punishment | There’s nothing to be afraid of | Instead of hitting the gym, he did me instead | I’ve blown my wad, I’m totally exposed | I cum two different ways | Being a Domme is like shooting yourself in the ass | A cuddle is as good as a fuck | We masturbate with the lights on | I have a secret sex blog that won’t be secret much longer (this is where “Jiminy Cricket/”Sonofabitch” makes an appearance) | Love really does conquer all | I don’t know how to be happy |
March 25th, 2014, I move two minutes away and start self-hosting. I become deeply ambivalent about my relationship with TN.
I’m moving | I give vagina hugs | Love is a little boring | We fucked like old times | The Neighbor cums with me | Long term relationships are _______ | He does a favor for me | I shut my mouth and open my legs | A lady always knows what to do with her panties | Dogs know when you’re covered in pussy | We are an unlikely pairing | I flash my tits to the internet | The Neighbor makes me squirt a little… and more | His love language is different from mine | It’s time to be honest | There is no filter | Fireman Sam pays a visit | He’s like Spock | I wish I knew more | The cosmic joke is on me | All day I dream about sex
August 7th, 2014, The Neighbor chooses to move into my apartment complex. Now we’re 3 buildings away; a short 3 minute walk apart. It’s as close to co-habitating as I can do right now.
I got a fortune cookie with a bright idea and a pregnancy test | My belly still hates me, but at least my tits are huge or More musings on the Introvert-Extrovert exchange | I have a Boobday update and an apology for you | I’m feeling him again (we get back on track)| He’s funny and he’s hot | Masturbation is a sin