Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday May 25, 2004  

The question of the night is... What am I doing here?

Me, the good girl. Yes, I know you've heard that before. But now add to that the daughter of the deceased. When is it ok to start writing erotica again after a death in the family? Do they have a Miss Manners Guide for bad girls? Or even for good girls who like to play with the bad girls? Or just my own personal Miss Manners Guide to my own personal life since no one else seems to be looking for the same polite rules of conduct I'm looking for. I'm an oddity. I've heard it before.

Gracie and Big Blonde have a past. They were (are) professional women. Not lawyers, doctors or that sort of thing. Though, who knows what they might start next week?!

But, me, I'm a dud. I know... here you thought I could teach your old dog a few new tricks and you read about my wicked ideas and had such high hopes. Let me crush those for you now. I could be a born again virgin. I think I will just give up on the whole thing. I'm getting too old. Besides, I am very well self taught when it comes to pleasing women, one woman anyway.

Is there some point when a man just gets in the way?

I think that must be the reverse of prostitution or being a hooker, whore, etc. I won't even type the nastier ones. If you are being paid to please a man you can't start off by thinking he is in the way, can you? Not very good customer service. Even I know that just as a cashier and I only have to count their change. If I prefer I don't even have to physically touch them. I do prefer it that way actually. Do you know how gross some people really are, up close? ICK! It's enough just taking their money.

If I was a prostitute I would make them all wear full body condoms. I don't even want one curly little hair escaping. Yes, suffocation is a danger, but not for me! He can take the risk. If he really seems to be suffering I'll poke an air hole somewhere. I'm not completely mean.

If I was a prostitute I would always be the Domme. No way could I submit to some guy I've just met. Most of them are drooling idiots anyway. How can you submit to someone you're laughing at on the inside?

If I was a prostitute I would demand references from their last three lovers, up front. I don't want someone fumbling around pretending they have a clue. If I have to show them where my clit is they might as well just play with themselves awhile and then get out. Would they know the difference? I think not.

But, I'm not a prostitute. I'm not about to become one though the money would come in handy. I don't think I can become detached enough. Plus it should all be about me, pleasing me, how good I feel, etc. If it becomes about pleasing some dickhead of a guy... that's just gross. What's in it for me? Me! Me! Me!

Maybe that's the difference between a nice girl and a bad girl. Nice girls always finish last. If at all. No wonder I don't fit in.

Now if only Martha would return my calls about the whole erotica writing/ good manners thing.

Give a man a free hand, and he'll try to run it all over you. - Mae West

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday May 17, 2004  

From The Unholy.... http://sex-kitten.net/unholy.htm

Sign- Wood Dragon

Nick Names- You wouldn't dare....

Hair color at the moment- Always chestnut.

Eye Color- Always blue.

Best asset- Depends on your point of view.

Strength- Blabability, creativity.

Weakness- Easily distracted.

Status- Single

Pets- My ideal pet has a sexy voice and man hands.

Music notes- Cello, oldies, show tunes, folksie.

Personal style choice- My own.

Passions- Words, writing, ingenuity and creativity.

Addictions- See above.

Goal- To become a real dragon and fly around the world.

Go buy me- Something practical, intriguing and exotic. New bedding, nighties, books or computer stuff. But, I have to pick them.

Favourite quotes- "The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." - Eden Phillpotts "What's ahead of me and what's behind me are nothing compared to what's inside me." - Jean Shapiro

Spirit guides- Dragons!

What rocks me- The endless self inflicted orgasm.

What socks me- Being cornered, restricted, etc. Hyper-critical people.

Currently lusting after- Some sort of android, robot man.

What I'm Wearing- Soft cotton nightie. Extremely low cut and on the short side.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday May 08, 2004  

I don't say the F word, I just do it. Why is it so bad to say fuck but not so bad to fuck? It's like that whole cock sucker thing which I have written about here before and will probably rehash eventually.

I give up on calling it the F word here. It's easier to type fuck and it does have that lovely shock factor. Are you shocked? Don't you like being shocked. The badness of being the one to shock and the tingling titillation of the one being shocked. Giggle.

No, I didn't just giggle. That would be beneath me. I am a dragon, dragons don't really giggle. We growl and grin a lot though.

Anyway, I've always been a good girl and I have always been select in my vocabulary. Not because fuck is a bad word so much. Mainly just because it's kind of crude and just not me. Or, not how I see me as being me. After all, there are so many words to choose from. Why say fuck when sex or make love will do?

But, there is something about saying fuck to your lover at just the right key moment. No, not eff off, not that kind of key moment. I mean the more flavourful and sensual... 'let's fuck'. The suggestion of doing something naughty, slightly forbidden and downright bad.

Still, I am select in which words I would use. I wouldn't say screw. I don't like tit or cunt. Those just sound so ugly and hard.

I have yet to say fuck in his presence, face to face. It is quite different to type it than to actually speak it. He's also select in his word use. I like that about him. Also, it makes the occasional fuck word extra noticeable, erotic and bad. It's fun to be bad sometimes. I intend to be quite bad on Tuesday when we will be in Ottawa. I expect there will be some doing and saying going on. I'm planning on it.

Even for nice grrls there are times when you just grin wickedly and say fuck it all.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday May 05, 2004  

I didn't know I have perfect boobs. Now that I know, I'm seriously impressed with myself. I never thought those two roundish lumps could be considered perfect. I've always had a fondness for them. I could even go so far as to say I'm... proud of them. They're not bad as, two roundish lumps stuck to the front of my body, go.

But, to hear they are perfect. Well, that kind of blows my mind. Perfect! Perfect covers a lot of ground.

Perfect is in the eye of the beholder and the hands of the beholder too for that matter. So if he thinks I have perfect boobs, more power to me. More of other things to him but we'll get to that later, much later. Probably long after your bedtime.

So, now I'm sitting pretty. Perfect boobs protruding just a bit more than usual.

It is kind of odd being a woman, having two appendages sticking out in front of you. Can't ignore them. Kind of rude looking I sometimes think. As a high school girl I would just give in to the inevitable and rest my boobs on the desk. It hit at just that level. What else could you do? No one could sit that straight in those hard ass chairs all day. So, boobs ended up sitting on my desk. Maybe that is the secret of my perfect boobs, allowing them their place in the halls of learning.

I also think it's good that I don't always restrain them into boob traps, boulder holders, bras, etc. Let them have a little freedom to bob, bounce and sway. Boobs like to get out a bit, see the world and have some fun. Grrls just want to have fun! All the girls. I think it's cute how some women call them "the girls". I don't do it myself. Maybe it's just that bit too cute for me.

Anyway, me and my perfect boobs are about to hit the shower and get to bed tonight. Boobs are easy to wash. Just soap them up, rub around the nipples, under and around the breast and rinse. Other areas are more complicated, involve more steps and less modesty.

Good night. Sweaty dreams.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday April 29, 2004  

Would you torment your Mother?

I am coming to the conclusion that my Mother is on the nosey side. Before now I would have defended her nosiness as Motherly concern. But, really, what Mothers really ask about intimate details. How intimate do they need to know? Why do they even ask? Do they think we are all sexual deviants?!

Well, maybe we are. To them at least. My Mother and sisters will not do things that I will do. That does not make me a... you know... Nor does it make them frigid. It's just a mind set thing really. They have their minds set against going below the belt. I don't. I broke the standard of nice grrl-ness and I did go below the belt. I plan to do it again too.

But, do you tell your Mother? Or your sisters? Brothers? Debatable, highly debatable. In spite of what they might say I don't think they would like that I did that. I don't think it would add to their quality of life to know that I did that either. It wouldn't do much for me personally either. Even though there is a bit of shock factor. Just a bit.

So, though these intimate details are prone to slip out when I'm not thinking to watch what I'm saying, I don't plan to hand them out. But, I can see how they could be used to torment family members.

Still, it's more fun tormenting other people, in other ways...

I can think of a few... dozen... ways.