2008

visitors. Hahaha.

I am still working on the break up posts. I won’t post any until they are all done, it may take a while; please be patient.

Be prepared…

for the 5 stages of grief. Boyfriend and I just broke up…tonight. And while I haven’t even started those series of posts, be assured that they will come and that I will be going through some rough times. So dear readers please be patient and please be understanding. I love my (ex) boyfriend extremely and right now there is nothing I can do about it. But just so that there isn’t any confusion in the future (oh dear God please let me have a future) I will now refer to him as First Love. I have to go now because it is 1am, I haven’t showered, and I am starting to tear up. And to top it all off there was a big ass spider in my house and I, the person with arachnophobia, had to kill it with my running shoe. I cried afterwards at that too because….that is something that I would have called First Love to come over and do for me……

Whisper

AHHHHHH!

Stupid fucking ants crawling all over my stupid fucking coffee table! AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!! They’re on my computer! Get the fuck off of my computer you tinyfuckingants! Don’t creepy-crawl down into my computer’s hardware and between the keys! They’re going to make an ant farm out of my poor laptop! I can’t handle this right now! I can’t afford to buy another computer!!!!!!!

Gahdamnshittittymotherfuckersonofabitchcockteasingcumslut!!!!

…….Although it would give me a good reason to trade in the PC for a new Mac Powerbook…….

NO! GOAWAYYOUSTUPIDIMPUISSANTMINISCULEANTS!!!!

Just a test

To see if people find my site by those Google, MSN, AOL, etc searches and to see how many of them are perverts. Titty fuck rusty trombone reach around dirty midget fucking baby shark calf while superman dat ho!

NOW GET OUT OF HERE YOU DIRTY FUCKING PERVERTS!!!! SHOO!!!!!!!

Was wrong

About the 3/4 bottle of Bailey’s, there was only a half-bottle. Not anymore though. Teehee.

My big night in

It’s Saturday night and I am doing the exact same thing that I have been this last week: sitting at home watching trashy reality TV and waiting for Monday to roll around so that I can start my new job. And while I am sitting here half-watching all the trashy TV and half-reading The Over-Educated Nympho I got the fantabulous idea that I really, really want to do a drunk post, and not drunk as in just-barely-only-slightly-buzzed but totally trashed and can’t make the keyboard stop moving even though my computer is on a sturdy table. And I would be doing that right now and explaining that I want to but I’m not really that drunk; however I’m home alone, I’m not depressed*, and I only have 3/4 of a bottle of Bailey’s Chocolate Mint whereas if I want that kind of drunk I will need a full bottle and two shots of hard A. Curse my wretched high tolerance! Why can’t I be like one of those silly sorost-otutes and have 1 beer and be wasted?

Oh well, since I can’t/don’t-want-to-drink-by-myself drunk post tonight I will post one disgusting fact and leave it at that.

During an hour’s swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/12 liter of urine.

There you go: enjoy your splashy-happy time at the public pool on the next scorching day!

XOXO,

Whisper

*When I say depressed I am not attacking anyone with depression or anyone who is on anti-depressants; what I am saying is that I’m neither bored enough nor sad enough about life to drink alone. I do know of people who do this on a regular basis and I’m not judging them. I am merely saying that for me, personally, I have not reached that point yet.

I know*

While I sit here watching A Shot At Love II with Tila Tequila I know that whenever they say the words I love you it’s fake and that it won’t work out no matter who she chooses and as much as I know that their love is false and won’t last, I know that ours is real and that it will.

I love you.

<3

Submissive Part II

…….Languidly you pull the hem of your boxers down, further and further until you’re sprung free from your boxers and a greedy smile spreads across my face and glints in my bright eyes………

I can barely see the trail of precum sliding down the head of your cock. When I begin to lick it, it bobs away from me, you chuckle and guide it into my mouth allowing me to lavishly lap up all the sweet and salty juice that trickles down your shaft. You taste so good that a moan comes from me, which makes you moan in return and push my head farther down on your hard cock until all of you is in my mouth.

Sucking you off takes some finesse without the use of my hands and I nearly lose my balance.

My tongue swirls around your head and I bob up and down your shaft. Your hips start to rock as I work my magic and I spur you on by gently racking my teeth back down your shaft towards your head, I begin to suck hard making my cheeks hollow with the pressure and rub my tongue in the little valley that makes up the ridge on the very tip.

You’re getting close now and grab a my fistful of my hair pulling my mouth off you, you pump yourself furiously while I wait, mouth open, for your warm salty seed to spill onto my waiting tongue. I flick my tongue across your cock’s head one last time and that’s all you need, you spill yourself into my mouth and I lap it all up eagerly, then I lick the drops that are on my lower lip and chin.

You call me your good little girl and untie me, but I’m not finished with you.

No, I’m going to tie you up, then we are going to do this all over again only with the roles reversed.

I’m not your good little girl and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

XOXO,

The Phoenix

Sidenote

I’d also like to add that Boyfriend is coming home in two days!!

In case you haven’t noticed: I miss him terribly!

Your light brings life to me*

Lux tua vita mihi.

I love you

<3