Orgasm count since last entry: Seven. Five yesterday, two the day before, all self-inflicted.
Dear me, I actually forgot to write yesterday. I suppose things other than sex were occupying my mind, which is a relatively rare occurence, I suppose.
Come to think of it, I don't feel like I have a whole lot to rave on about today, either. How disappointing. I had a shag prospect for today who turned out to no longer be in town, and I'm beginning to think that I just shouldn't bother with him at all, even if he is hung like a moose. Not that I really care terribly about penis size, but it would be nice to find a big boy, as my beloved has a bit of a fantasy of watching me get fucked by someone huge.
Maybe I'll feel more inspired to write something that'd set the pope's boxer shorts on fire later on.
About Me
- Queenie
- I am a sexually fixated young woman, who has made it her personal project for 2008 to document her thoughts, adventures, and orgasms throughout the year. Obviously, there's more to me than that, but it's pretty much exclusively what this journal focusses on. As you can probably imagine, it's explicit, so don't come crying to me if you got more than you bargained for. Really, the title alone should already let you know what you're getting yourself into by reading my self-absorbed waffles. Probably needless to say, I am free-spirited and unashamed, and think that sex should be shared and mutually enjoyed, not abused.
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