Decisions, decisions

I’ve got a dilemma.

I want to get a new piercing and I’ve narrowed it down to two choices: navel or hood.

I really want the navel, but then I think about the hood and I get that familiar tingling down in my pussy and I can only fathom what wonders would happen to my multiple orgasmic body with an extra helping of sex things.

I was discussing which of the two piercings I should get with C and when I said that it was down to the navel (he started nodding, probably just jabber to him at this point) and the hood (his eyes got huge then and his mouth dropped, teehee) he said that he’d had some experience with a hood piercing before and he approves. I know what he approves of *wink* *wink*.

I have a friend that has her hood pierced and she says that it’s not so much what it does during actual intercourse, but when her boy is going down on her and how he plays with it.

Even now thinking about it, I just want to go and touch myself. Which poses another problem, that particular piercing could interrupt with my studies…. Hmm….worth it!

But I still have to decide which I want first, I have wanted the navel ring longer and it would look super hot when I’m on top.

What do you readers think?

XOXO,

Whisper

Drama, thy name is Kay.

So Kay is still going on and on and on about my life.

A little about Kay: She fabricates and embellishes everything she hears. She takes third person stories as fact without ever going to the person the story is about and asking them. She makes everything her business and always has to be in control.

Kay constantly bitches about me and my relationships, claiming that I treat everyone in my life poorly. My thought on that is if I treat everyone that badly how is that I still have friends real close to me? Hmmm? Riddle me that, Kay.

She relives my past mistakes in relationships, mind you I’ve never told her anything about my relationships. I just keep wondering; if I’m so unsuccessful at any relationships, and specifically male-female dating relations, then how would she categorize her relationships? She has been broken up by, or has broken up with, every guy she’s ever dated and I am just wondering how she classifies those as a successful relationship? Again, riddle me that Kay.

Anyways, I’ve just been pondering why my personal intimate relationships are any of her business and how she is included in them when I don’t tell her anything. Just some thoughts I needed to publish.

XOXO,

Whisper

My long lost friend

Looking back on all of the posts that I’ve published thus far I eventually ended up reading all the sappy love stuff I wrote J. Reading all those words and feeling the genuine honesty of them, I realized how familiar they are. There are the beginnings of those feelings towards C, and I miss them like a venerable, dear friend who I haven’t seen or heard from in too many years.

I know that I said I would update everything that happened over the summer, but we all know that’s not going to happen. There was just so much that happened in these last 4 and a 1/2 months that it would take just as long to rehash it all. And that’s the other reason: I don’t want or need to keep relieving everything that happened over the summer. Not all of it was a good experience, however it did teach me and I learned very well.

I can say that the greatest thing about J breaking up with me was that I became so much closer with P, and she’s amazing. I wouldn’t give her up for anything; if I could go back and change things so that J and I stayed together, well I wouldn’t. There are better things to come and P was one of the better things that did.

XOXO,

Whisper

Update

Decided to stop being nice and start being real (I sound like I should be on ‘The Real World’) but instead of trying to save face and play nice; I’m going to say ‘fuck it’ and say what I really feel.

So fuck this whole giving people in my life nicknames, I’m just going to use a single letter that will identify them to me in some way. It may be their first initial, last initial, or just the first letter of some character identifying trait that reminds me of them.

Thus, First Love is just J and so on and so forth.

But I’m so sick of feeling like I need to protect myself, even on here where no one knows me, my real name, where I live, what I do, who I truly am, etc.

I’m going to start being real.

XOXO,

Whisper

Sheeeeeeee’s Baaaaaaaaaaaack!!!

Hello all!

Your favorite, little sexcapade enthusiast is back! The reason for my not posting all this time is because I was without Internet for 3 1/2 months! I know, right?! How on earth did I survive!!!!

But the good news is that my little, ole’ blog still got plenty of action (as well as myself, teehee)

Well, readers; here’s to hoping for future shenanigans!

XOXO,

Whisper