Yesterday's orgasm count: three. A little less pathetic.
I'm looking forward to my date tonight. It might be a little bit presumptuous of me to be so filled with sexpectation, but it's been almost two weeks, and that is usually the point at which I get really antsy. I've certainly been having a lot of thoughts of cock in the last few days.
Not that men give a flying fuck, but I've even shaved my legs. Say what you like, it's a sexy feeling for my skin to be so smooth... it feels almost a little disconcerting to be wearing pants when you're not used to having smooth legs. Tonight, I plan to be strutting around in a dress I have had many good times with... it has been ripped off me in many a moment of passion, so maybe it will bring me luck. Fuck luck. Heh heh.
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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