Goodnite...

going to smoke a joint, then lay back as my husband who is back in town ravages me...

QOTSA

It's so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
Something sweet to throw away.
I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake,
loses more than hesitates.
Do you believe it in your head?

Been a few hours since my last couple of hits...

going to go big tonite, have to work tomorrow. several more hits from the pipe, sticky sweet skunk bud. i'm striving for an epic high tonite, i want to be baked, hips grinding, so horny it would take 3 men and all nite to satisfy me... in the meantime i'm organzing my music for my iphone...

Olympics...

couple of tokes to reflect on the past few days... sweet high, a nice tingling across my body, nerves standing on end as if someone has brushed their fingers lightly down my spine... getting aroused...

i watched the Olympics and thought about him... he had those dreams for years, fell short just a touch... and i watch Michael Phelps, another work of art, similiar body type... gold medal after gold medal... during other events i think i see his old coach... is that possible? then phelps again, his lovely, delicious body... and my athlete, thoughts shift back to him, his still incredibly defined body... where he is right now as i sit across from my husband and type this, smiling sweetly, thinking of of someone else's cock running across my lips. please relieve me of this torture....

This Blog is a distraction

Something to keep me from texting, emailing, calling him....

Why must he be a work of art?

i'm thinking of his body... arms are well defined... his abs lovely, entire body tan and taut... this is the body of an athlete, his strong legs carrying through many soccer games...

QOTSA

"...’i’ll throw myself away,
They’re just photos after all"
I can’t make you hang around.
I can’t wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame, is what were leaving out
You wont remember anyway

wow i've got the munchies now... whats your best munchie food??

if i were THERE...

push him down naked, grabbing, kissing, tongue running over his entire body... writhing against him...

i haven't come since a week ago... wound up tight.

flicking the bean...

all day i've stolen moments to think of him, with j and f... the blow job, the girls kissing, how he almost popped twice watching.

touch me babe...

i want to lay down naked and have his hands all over me... i smoked to distract away from thoughts of him... now i can almost feel him on me... the skunk made me horny, skin tingling...

i'm so toasted that i've spent 30 minutes trying to find or make a "gadget" in blogger to share this video... instead of linking it here... man walks into casino attending to bet with marijuana.

eureka i've found it!

pinky and the brain is on!!!!

a trip of its own.....

reloading the pipe... turning on tv, been changing channels looking for something to distract me... i think i've found it, i'm so high right now its "its own" distraction... trying to find a comedy, can't figure out how to work this remote...

all it takes is one...

first toke, i'm already loosening up. not even five and i wonder onto google and start googling train wreck and vaporizers. i realize i lost my hash somewhere in the house, almost search then realize i need another hit...

Time to chill...

Been a week of ups and downs for NyteLady, ChronicLady, Baby... more lows than highs, but its Saturday, and I'm ready to unwind and unload. just loaded up my pipe with some of the yummiest sweet skunk and had my first hit in a week.

Self love...

i haven't touched myself in almost two weeks... since i last heard from him. i didn't stop on purpose, i didn't even realize it was a problem until tonite... with my last post, my emotions washed over me, waves of grief, almost leaving me sobbing... and that's when i realized it. he had reminded me how sexy i am, had me constantly dripping, often throbbing, anxious for touch. his voice would wash over me and make me quiver, make my nipples hard... i've lost him, and my desire, my sex drive...

Drudgery

another day, just like the last... i get up, go to work, maybe take a lunch but if i do its idle time... so usually i work through it... come home, eat dinner with my loving husband and continue to work until i drop... sometimes 3 am.... then i start again, 7 am. 3 times this week alone i've gone out for "4thmeal"... not eating breakfast, then eating my last meal at 2:00 am... barely napping, then out of bed early morning and back to work. i haven't smoked a bowl since last weekend, because when i do, i slow down and think... and i think of him... i can't do that, i have to stay busy or i'll die, i'll sleep until i won't wake any longer... why don't i hate him?

blissful torture

have you see the new Becks ad? The one with the bulge and black briefs where he's leaning over water, wow... so i started searching for Beckham links, and i review photos from the past several years. its amazing how much He looks like him... same athletic body, same package... this is the very reason i can't get him out of my head... i want to lick him from head to toe, run my tongue over every inch of his body.