Yesterday's orgasm count: three, self-inflicted.
I do wonder why on Earth one is so damn erogenous on one's period. Last night, it only took five seconds of my fingers inside me for me to come. I mean, does it serve any evolutionary purpose, or is it just a pesky glitch?
In other news, I have told the amorous Indian that I have no sexual interest in him, so now I seem to have a platonic friendship. Excellent. We'll still be spending some time together while he's in town.
And I really have nothing more interesting to report. Sorry.
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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