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Wednesday, February 28, 2007 by Mellie

I am still alive somewhere under this pile of unpacked boxes. When I find myself, I'll dig her out and she'll write a post about that which she knows best... packing, unpacking, cleaning, working and fucking herself. I haven't time for much else.


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Tuesday, February 20, 2007 by Mellie

In lieu of an actual post, I'd like to offer the future newest addition to my shoe collection. Hot shoes, meet my readers. Readers, meet the cutest shoe ever.

Imagine feeling those against your back as you're thrusting into me. Although I may be too preoccupied starting at the sexy on my feet to pay attention to you.

If they should be mine, you better believe I'll take pictures.


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Monday, February 19, 2007 by Mellie

I have a post in my head, bouncing around merrily, but a recent mundane conversation with someone about guns has gotten me all hot and bothered. I find guns unbelievably sexy and terrifying. I've known how to shoot since the age of sixteen and still get a thrill from the feel of a handgun discharging in my grip.

The post will have to wait.

I may not leave the bedroom for the rest of the evening.


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I'm not sure I get this... but it made me laugh.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007 by Mellie


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Tuesday, February 13, 2007 by Mellie

Again, courtesy of one of my fave webcomics, Xkcd.

Happy V-Day if you celebrate. Happy Singles Awareness Day if you don't. I wish everyone good luck in spending the later portion of the evening in bed - whether that's with someone hot and sexy bent on pleasuring you or with a box of Swiss chocolates.


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Monday, February 12, 2007 by Mellie

I can't decide whether I'm tired and horny or horny and tired.

Doesn't matter, I suppose. I'll have to pleasure myself to get to sleep anyway.


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Thursday, February 08, 2007 by Mellie

A little tip for the submissives out there...

When lying in bed next to your man, even if you think he's tired and uninterested, even if you're only joking and mean absolutely nothing by it... do not insult his ability and desire to dominate you.

You will end up with your face being pressed into the bed so hard that you can't breathe, your hair wrapped around his fist as he angles the palm of his hand into the back of your neck and the wind knocked out of you as he pounds his cock into you.

Trust me on this one.


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Wednesday, February 07, 2007 by Mellie

Sex in the rain. It's an old stand-by; a fantasy for the creatively challenged.

Walking back to my car today, my breath showing in crystallized punctuations as I exhaled, it occurred to me that I've always wanted to have sex in the snow.

There is something terribly erotic about snow underfoot. The almost animalistic crunch, the feeling of strength giving way, the way every step leaves a little memory behind... suddenly I imagine myself pressed against a tree. You remove my clothes, my bare skin melting the snow as the rough bark scratches against me, and you laugh as I shiver. I want to wrap my legs around you, feeling your warmth enter me as the soft sound of snow falling makes our lustful noises that much more perverse. I want to feel the tree drawing blood from my back as I draw blood from yours.

I want you.


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Me in a nutshell.

Monday, February 05, 2007 by Mellie

Courtest of Xkcd.

Also, the 3 most recent searches that brought people here were very diverse and I had to share:

- I think my husband's gay and I don't love him anymore. (Huh? This relates to me how?)
- Drawn to hug. (Like, you can't help but hug people all the time or you're drawn into a hug by someone else?)
- She loves the feel of his cock entering her. (Now, I don't dispute this but the grammar literally gives me the willies. Either that or it could be because we're below zero here.)

You people must be very interesting.


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Sunday, February 04, 2007 by Mellie

On a Henry Rollin's spoken word cd called Think Tank, he spoke of bisexuality. It always stuck with me because, besides being completely hysterical, what he said was so right on that I generally use it to explain how I feel to heterosexual people.

"And there's nothing wrong to being into all of it. How awesome would it be to be bisexual... to walk into a room and just go 'Mmmm. Alright. Oh yeah.' I've heard that there's a publication in San Francisco, that I've never seen, it's apparently a bisexual publication. It's called Anything That Moves. Fucking awesome!"

For real, Henry.

I realized that even more today while I was sitting in a training seminar (on Superbowl Sunday! Talk about adding insult to the injury that was the fucking Bears game - I mean, you run the kick-off in for a touchdown and you STILL lose the game! Come on!).

Anyway. One of the trainers was this amazing looking butch woman - very short hair with frosted tips, muscular physique, blue blue eyes. Very cute. I was distracted from watching her mouth as she talked by the constant flirting of one of the doctors. He's the epitome of frat boy, but still so goddamn adorable. It's just unfortunate that he's aware of that. I'm just such a lecherous whore.

On a semi-related note, Henry also had something humorous to add to sexism and classification in sexuality...

"Like there's guys and girls who like the opposite sex exclusively. Straight. I'm straight. Hey, shut up, I'm straight. I think I'm going to go have some straight sex... it sounds like the kind of sex the guys in Dragnet would have....

"Then we go onto the next classification. Guys who dig guys. Gay... Let's think about that for a minute... happy. Think about 1970 something America. Pre-specter of death AIDS discotechques... all that great music, all these guys in their leather pants... Imagine the zero level of bullshit in that room... You wouldn't hear any talking. All you'd hear is belt buckles hitting the ground... I guess that's why they call it gay. Happy happy happy all the time."

"Now, I notice that women are given that weird, strange lesbian name...I mean, all the other classifications are adjectives. Gay, adjective. Straight, adjective. Lesbian, sort of sticky mucous membrane noun. Kind of could be a rare and obscure South African arboreal tree frog that only comes down from the triple canopy jungle foliage to mate and then hatch the eggs and then die. The lesbians mate during the rainy season. The female carries the eggs on her back and is fertilized by the male. She goes back up into the tree and waits. Her babies are hatched and then the lesbian dies. It just sounds icky. And it must be a man coming up with the name for women who date women. A man who is mad at a woman who has no need for his dick."

It's probably much more funny if you hear it. Email me if you want the sound file; it cracks me up every time. *laugh*


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Thursday, February 01, 2007 by Mellie

Tomorrow is Friday, but weekends have meant less and less to me after taking my second job. While I love it, it's perhaps the most challenging position I've ever been placed in, it does tend to run my ass ragged.

Since my ass hasn't been getting much use besides running around, I suppose that I should just be happy for the action.

Actually, I tease. Although I've been down and out with bronchitis for the past 4 days, I've still managed to convince my man to both take care of me and "take care of me." He did both with gusto.

During one rather intense session, I found myself on my hands and knees in front of him. He pressed himself against my back (I love feeling held down and helpless during sex) and shoved himself into me, growling against my ear as I twisted my neck around to kiss him. We talked about finding another man, other men, to fuck me. Watching them fuck me. Being double penetrated. Needless to say, it made me hot.

While I identify as bisexual *waves at all the ladies* and I generally prefer women a little over half of the time, the idea of being with multiple men is still one of my major fantasies. The hardness, the maleness, being used and using them at the same time... it's both submissive and controlling.

The wanton whore... most men believe that it makes them "more of a man" to fuck us. In truth, we use them. We use their bodies, their passion, and leave them. It's something I've done nearly all my life. It's one of the most empowering things, but I'm also settling nicely into monogamy. Who says monogamy can't include some threesomes, foursomes or tensomes every once in awhile. *grin*


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Momentary glimpse of fame and fortune.

by Mellie

After reading about 25 Peeps on both Jill and Hiromi's blogs, I decided "what the hell."

Here I am - I'm not really expecting to stay up there too long but I've been sick for a few days with nothing better to do.

http://www.25peeps.com/r/3028


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"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

I'm like that, I'm the untaken road. I walk the path that's filled with jagged rocks, spooky trees and no sunlight - but I come out the other side wiser. It's always worth the price.


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