Frisky

Ever since I found the sex blog of Scarlet the Harlot (there is a link on my blogroll, I highly recommend it) I have been so hard up that it amazes me. With my ex I was good with one romp in the sack and my appetite would be sated but with my current relationship, since I am actually in love with the man, I can’t get enough. Neither one of us is super experienced in that having slept with each other both of our counts is up to the grand total of 2 people a piece. In the span of 8 hours I had sex three times and topped it off with a blow job. I know that that really isn’t all that much but it is the most that I’ve gotten in the same day. *If you are thinking that my ex was only good for one time, you would pretty much be correct, don’t hold it against him though*

Actually, even after multiple orgasms, one right after the other, (Thank you biology!) I can still go for more. All I want to do right now is say, ‘Screw classes, forget studying, homework? what homework?’ and just have sex with abandon until I can’t move and I have ridden him into oblivion; I want to suck him dry, and then replenish him with hot showers. I want to drizzle hot fudge all over his body and cover his cock in whip cream. I want to go to a semi-public place and take him in as far as he will go. I want to hit the stop button on the elevator and set off alarms with our screams of pleasure. I want to need him so badly that we don’t even make it to the bed, I want to lay him down on the floor of my kitchen and gently run ice over his torso and dick. Then I want to shock his senses by taking him into my mouth and send him into another galaxy.

And that isn’t even the half of it. There is so much more that I crave, need, long, yearn to do to him; but fortunately for me we are going to try to set a record for how many times we can screw each other senseless, don’t misperceive what I am trying to say I know and recognize the difference between ‘having sex’ and ‘making love’ and right now I don’t want to make love I want to have sex, to the point where if we had sex any more it would seem surreal and the next day we wouldn’t be sure if it actually happened or if we only wish and imagined that it had.

XOXO

The Phoenix and Whisper

The Ethics of Hate

Names can hurt anyone because the person that is being called names probably has some insecurities about what they are being called. And even if they don’t after being called those names, especially if they are repeated, then insecurities will start to develop. Name-calling degrades the person’s self-esteem and self-image. Not only that but names can also be slanderous and that is damaging to a persons reputation.

Hate speech excludes the people that are being talked about. If there is a group of people talking about how they hate Native Americans then a Native American won’t be welcome in that group, although I don’t know anyone who would want to be part of a group that discriminates. The group of hate speakers wouldn’t allow anyone that they are talking bad about to be part of their group. This also excludes.

In a way I think that it only makes a community more divided. The ‘groups’, I use this term simply because I can think of no better one, not because I am using a ‘them/us’ type thing, are bringing more attention to themselves; which does cause awareness, but it also causes the groups that are being studied to be more their own community and not part of the bigger community. In my opinion, things such as: Black History Month, Women’s Studies, and Asian Studies are ways of gaining recognition and furthering equality, but that they counteract their efforts to gain equality. It sort of makes me think that they want to be separate from the rest of the community. Another example is calling yourself an African American, Japanese American, Canadian American, Mexican American, you get the gist. However, you can’t be both. Unless you have dual citizenship, or were physically born in both countries then you are one or the other. If you want to be an American, be an American! I don’t call myself an Irish-Scottish-French-German-Danish-Native American; I call myself an American because that is what I am. Don’t separate yourself from the rest of the Americans by stating two nationalities. It is great to be proud of your heritage, but don’t segregate the country by stating that being just an American isn’t good enough, you want to be both. Yes, be proud of your heritage, learn it, bring it into your life, embrace it, but don’t force it on anyone. If you were born in America, then call yourself and American. America used to be called a melting pot and now it is referred to as a tossed salad. Where immigrants bring in their culture, which is great, but expect others to embrace it as well. News flash, people don’t like things forced on them. I will willingly respect your culture from your homeland, but don’t disrespect mine, simply because you don’t agree with it. You should keep your culture alive, but others shouldn’t have to change their life to accommodate it. It is great that someone is proud of their black heritage, but to call themselves African American only separates them further from the rest of America. You should only be separated from the rest of the bunch by your accomplishments at work, what you have achieved in life, etc. Again these are just my opinions and I am not attacking any group or groups of people. When asked what ethnicity I am, I state that I am a mutt, but I am an American above all.

XOXO

Whisper

*I actually found this on another blog. I would post the link but I can’t seem to find that blog anymore.

That’s going to hurt in the morning

So it is 5:45am and I have not yet fallen asleep, obviously. The same thing happened last night, I don’t know what is up with me. All I know is that if I don’t get some sleep soon my system will crash and I will be sent to the doctor, which is expensive and no fun.

I don’t think that it is due to stress because I don’t feel stressed, especially since I just gave a blow job and had sex twice in one hour. I wore out poor Dayton. I know that it may seem like a lot to do in an hour but he was out of town for a week and I was being deprived. And now that he’s back I have the next few days planned out for us and most of it will be in the form of a good workout.

This is sad, I can actually hear the garbage trucks and street sweepers outside my window. No one is supposed to be lucid at this time of day/night. Come to think of it though, the garbage truck drivers and street sweeper operators probably aren’t that lucid or coherent; which is probably why they do there job at ridiculous o’clock in the morning. Because who wants to be fully alert doing those jobs?

Hopefully I will get some extra Z’s in today by falling asleep during one or multiple of my classes. I just hope that it’s not physics, that professor throws things.

XOXO

Whisper

Gone in 60 seconds

A heavy crash breaks the silence of the halls in his apartment building. He fumbles for his keys and hurriedly inserts them into the lock. They fall into the entryway, tearing at each other’s clothes, unable to wait any longer. They need their skin against each other, to feel the heat emanating off of each other’s writhing bodies.

She pushes him down on the bed and crawls on top. Slowly she lowers herself onto his tumescent cock.

‘Don’t move’ she whispers, her voice thick and husky with anticipation. As she moves up and down, feeling him slipping in and out of her, she squeezes those wonderfully taut inner muscles. A moan bubbles up his throat and slips past his lips. She moves faster, squeezes harder and harder until he forcefully grabs her hips and cums with such power that it’s the fastest he has ever cum in his life.

XOXO

The Phoenix