Yesterday's orgasm count: three, self-inflicted.
I just got off the phone with Stripey. He is at the airport now, about to board the plane that will take him home. Or at least, about to board the first leg of his trip. In twenty-nine and a half hours, he will be in my arms again. I am fizzing and bouncing with excitement. Good thing today will be a busy day, it might help keep me distracted.
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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