RonniGirl the Lesbian Librarian

Hi, This blog supplements my little amateur website It would be more accurate to say I’m a bisexual librarian. I'm not looking for a man, but the possibility exists. Right now, I have my hands full with my kinky girlfriend Jenn. She’s seduced me into rope bondage, spanking, submission, vibrators, strap-ons, cunnilingus and other yummy lesbian delights. By the way, there’s another RonniGirl blogger, a schoolteacher. I am NOT her. Please don’t send her emails. Ronni

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Puppy Play

This morning Jenn chose a most unusual method of getting me out of bed. I was awakened by a wet feeling on my face. When I opened by eyes, Jenn was leaning over me licking my face.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled. In reply, she barked.


We’d been doing puppy play the night before and I think she didn’t want to get out of character. “Is that you, girl?” I said. ‘Ruff!” “Good doggie. I’ll play with you when I wake up.” I pulled the covers tightly around me and rolled over.

Jenn jumped to the other side of the bed and started butting me with her head. “Ruff!” “No, I don’t want to play right now, doggie. Let me sleep.” Jenn shook her head. “Ruff!” She jumped on top of me and started humping my leg. “Let me sleeeep!” I whined. She shook her head again and started nudging me towards the edge of the bed with her head. “Bad doggie!” That didn’t deter her. She just grinned and kept pushing me with her head until I rolled onto the floor. Grrrrrr.

I got up, petted her, fed her and gave her a bath. What’s a girl to do with an insistent puppy?

See me in the bath at my website.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Things are getting a bit spinny

I love this dress. Isn't the colour sooo me?

I've had this dress for years and years. It was given to me by my Grammy. I wonder what she would say if she could see me know.

ewww, I just thought of my grandmother surfing sexblogs. I must cleanse the image from my mind. Pardon me while I do the image-away dance.

*image-away* *image-away* *image-away*

There; I completely forget what I was thinking about.

What was I thinking about?

*reads post*

Darn! Now I have to do the dance again.

I think it's time to put the wine away.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Super Mario III

So I’m back to playing good old Super Mario Bros. 3. I have 99 spare lives and I’m only in World III. I rock.

Why do I love video games so much? I was thinking about it earlier today. The obvious answer is that I’m a nerd. Well, I can’t argue with that, because it’s true.

But I also think I love video games because of the low-key challenge. There’s a goal and an ending and various sub-goals and challenges, but there’s really no pressure about it. It’s not like life. In life, there are tasks you have to do and succeed at in order to move on to further tasks. Video games are like that, too. But in video games, there are no deadlines, there’s no boss breathing down your neck, and no one will judge you if take a break from it for a week.

I’m ordinarily so responsible and hard-working in my day job. In video games I’m still goal-oriented and focused on success, but it’s a much more relaxed road to success. I can take it easy and there’s always enough time to achieve my goals. And if all else fails, I can go online and consult a walkthrough.

Sometimes I wish there was a walkthrough for life.

And I have to confess, sometimes I’ll get to the Big Bad Ending Guy (BBEG) and he’ll be so tough I’ll just say to heck with it and walk away.

Of course, the main reason I love video games is because they’re cute and cartoonish and fun fun fun!

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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Teddy says that I'm a naughty girl, but I don't care. I'm going to show you my pussy anyways.


Friday, November 18, 2005

A Dumb Criminal

karaoke fun

Last night Jenn took me out to karaoke. I had a fabulous time. I must confess, it’s been a while since I’ve been to karaoke, and I’ve missed it. My singing in the shower has gotten more heartfelt since the last karaoke night. I’m sure the neighbors must love hearing me belt out love songs in my bathroom.

Jenn and I decided to go to a little neighborhood pub we like. It’s got a very cozy and mellow atmosphere, and great wings. We always feel somewhat out of place there, however. You see, most of the regulars are blue-collar types. The singers do a lot of country, classic rock, and folk. Whereas, Jenn and I are all over the map. We especially enjoy doing cheesy pop tunes, like Madonna, Jackson Five, Bee Gees, ABBA, etc. I especially like to do 70’s and 80’s disco tunes. In fact, last night I sang ‘Superfreak.’ I didn’t dedicate it to Jenn, but she knew I was singing about her, the little minx.

Jenn retorted by singing ‘Get Off’ by Prince. I followed up with ‘Sex Bomb’ by Tom Jones and then she did ‘Let’s Get It On.’ I was getting a little hot in my seat. Jenn has a very high-pitched singing voice, great for stuff like Marvin Gaye. She sounded hot! I’m sure the bar patrons must have been wondering what we were on.

After that we decided to call it a night and went home for some hot lesbian lovin’.

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Thursday, November 17, 2005

meme - Roman Emperors

you are tiberius
Tiberius was the second emperor of Rome. His
mother wanted it more than he was. He had to
leave his wife to marry Julia, the daughter of
Augustus. He never really cared much for
politics. Later on in life, he moved to the
island of Capri, turning it into an island of
depravity and sex.

What Julio-Claudian Roman Emperor are you?
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I turned Capri into an island of depravity and sex?

Now would I do that?

hee hee hee

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The Morning After

Today Jenn and I talked about the slapping incident last night. I feel a little bad about not giving her proper care afterwards. In fact, I ordered her to go sleep in the living room and reflect on what she’d done. I was very high up in topspace – it was like nice Ronni had completely left the building.

This morning after we ate our Cornflakes and oranges and had tea, we snuggled and talked. I told Jenn how much slapping her had turned me on, and how I’d never felt quite so dominant in my life before. Jenn confessed to me that the slapping really turned her on too. She’s quite surprised by this. Like me, it isn’t something she’d really wanted to try before. Jenn says that she’s absolutely blown away by how submissive it made her feel, and she’s surprised she enjoyed it so much.

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you already know that Jenn is generally more dominant than I am, markedly so in fact. Last night was almost a total role reversal for us. We’re both still adjusting to how different it was, and how much we enjoyed it.

We didn’t have an in-depth chat, but we both decided it’s definitely something we’ll do again. I made sure to give Jenn lots of snuggles and kisses since I skipped aftercare last night. I also gave her a hand job before we went to work.

I love my girlfriend.

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005

I Was Shocked

A funny thing happened last night while I was making love to my girlfriend. I was going down on Jenn, and feeling a little frisky, so I decided to bite her inner thighs. Now, this is an activity that I’ve done before, and Jenn loves it. It turns her on and can often bring on an orgasm for her.

I guess I was feeling extra-frisky, because I bit a fair bit harder than I usually do. In fact, I downright chomped on her inner thigh. Oops. I don’t know if you know this, but the inner thighs are extremely sensitive and a gentle bite can be searing pain to certain people. Jenn’s a masochist, when she’s in the mood to be, so she can take more pain than the average person. Still, I must have bit her much too hard, because she then did something she’s never done before. In fact, it’s something we’ve never talked about.

She pulled me out of her crotch by the hair of my head, pulled my head back, and slapped me.

I was shocked and stunned. For a moment I just froze with my mouth hanging open. I just couldn’t believe what had just happened. She didn’t hit me hard, and my face didn’t hurt, other than a slight sting in my cheek.

Then my brain came back to life and I was flooded with an odd mix of feelings. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t sad. I was a little aghast at her nerve, and a little miffed that she could lose control like that, but the number one thought in my head was……


Jenn also looked completely astounded. Her eyes went wide with fear and apology, and she cried ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, I wasn’t thinking, please forgive me. Don’t be mad, please. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, Ronni!’

‘Anything?’ My voice was quiet and low, yet commanding.

'Anything,’ she pleaded.

My next words surprised even me. ‘Then let me slap you back,’ I said.

Jenn’s eyes went even wider. Like me, this wasn’t an activity she’d ever agreed to do. But, she really wanted to make it up to me. ‘OK, Mistress Veronica,’ she whispered.

I knelt up, grabbed her by her hair with one hand, and slapped her cheek with the other. As I heard the crack! across her cheek, my nipples got hard and my pussy got wetter. Crack! I hit her again. I hit her again and again and again, and with each slap I got increasingly horny. I didn’t give her time to catch her breath in between slaps. I just pulled her hair harder and slapped each cheek repeatedly.

Now, just so you recall, Jenn has a safeword, both verbal and visual. She didn’t use it. Which means that she didn’t need me to stop at any point, regardless of how she felt about it.

Finally, I threw her back down on the bed. She lay with her eyes closed, her chest heaving and her mouth open. So naturally, I sat on her face. I was ready to burst and I needed that little brat to get me off. I rode her face like a toy horse, occasionally twisting and pulling on tufts of hair. I ground myself against her lips and tongue until I came viciously, screaming at the ceiling.

Then I told her that for punishment, she wasn’t allowed to come for the rest of the night, not even via masturbation. I guess she still felt guilty, because all she did was nod and say ‘Yes, Mistress.’ I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jenn so docile and submissive before.

I like it. I think I’ll slap her around some more in the future.

I’m making myself blush again. How the heck did I turn into such a kinky bitch? I’m supposed to be a mousy good girl, like on my website!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Another Asian Crush

Do you remember me writing about the Korean virgin that I thought was hitting on me?

If not, let me bring you up to speed. I thought that a Korean virgin was hitting on me.

I’ve told you that I volunteer as an English tutor haven’t I? I’m sure I have.

Well, the reason I mention it is that I haven’t seen her at all this semester, until today that is. I passed her in the hall. She couldn’t talk because she was on her way to a class. I didn’t even know that she was at school this semester. So why hasn’t she come back to see me? I hope I didn’t scare her off with any kind of creepy lesbian vibe or anything like that. I never flirted with her. At least, I don’t think I ever flirted with her.

Speaking of Hot Asian Virgins (that should get the search engines’ attention), I have another EASL crush this semester. She’s also from Korea. She’s tall, with finely crafted features. She’s slender, with long delicate fingers. She could be a model and she doesn’t even know it.
I love that; I think I’m about to melt off of my chair.

I fantasize about her lying on my bed with her graceful legs up in the air and her back slightly arched. In my fantasy, she’s waxed all of her pubic hair, so licking her is just like eating ice cream, sweet sweet vanilla ice cream.


Well, looks like it’s off to the ladies room for me, again!

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Monday, November 14, 2005

A Post About My Family

Oo-oo-oh, Lesbians in Spaa-aaa-aaa-aaace!

This picture is pretty hot; although to be honest, what really catches my eye is the boots.

I want to have a pair of magenta thigh-high sex boots with matching gloves. I wonder if she also has a headband on under all that red hair.

That blond should grab her by the hair and yank her head back so that we all can see.

Speaking of spacey lesbians ...

Today at school I passed an information booth for our LGBT group. In case you don’t know, LGBT stands for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgendered. It got me to thinking about my situation.

You see, although I am mostly ‘out’ to my coworkers and fellow students, I’m not out to my family, except for my brother Robbie. I’m not exactly afraid of how they’ll react. It’s complicated.

You see, I’m not really close to either of my parents. Oh, we get along fine, but there’s never really been any strong emotions good or bad. My family isn’t really a source of absolute comfort, guilt, excitement, anxiety or anything. They’re just another … well … routine part of my life. I’ve never really told my parents much about my life, and we don’t really talk all that much. We’ve never really had any fights or issues or anything. They’re just these people I grew up with who just happened to live with me.

So, it would be really weird for me to make this big revelation about my sexual orientation. I mean, it’s not like they’re the sort of parents who keep asking me when I’m going to get married or have babies. We don’t really discuss much other than our jobs and our health and my hometown. I don’t live there anymore, but they still do.

I just think that sort of conversation would be so intimate and self-revealing and awkward!

Jenn is totally out to her family, and they’re totally supportive. In fact, they know I’m her girlfriend and they think I’m just peachy-keen. Jenn occasionally has me over for a big family dinner. Her family is quite interesting.

How does Jenn feel about all this, you ask? Well, on the one hand, she thinks my situation is amusing. She actually has met my parents briefly, and she likes to joke about how WASP and stoic they are. So she completely understands how weird a coming-out conversation would be for me.

On the other hand, she is a little miffed that my family doesn’t know about her. I mean, we’ve been dating for quite a while now and I guess like any girlfriend, she likes to have a certain status in my life. We don’t fight about it, although occasionally our discussions about the matter may get a little tense. But as I point out to her, she’s been introduced to my friends and my brother as my girlfriend, so her girlfriend status is secure with the people who are important to me. Just for clarity’s sake, my brother Robbie does live in the same city as me.

I just know that someday my parents will see me put it together about Jenn and I, but until then, I’m keeping silent on the topic. It’s too much effort to tell them, and it isn’t really necessary.


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It's late late late Sunday Night.


I am so cranky right now.

Why, you ask? Well, I have video game burn-out, and it’s all Dizzy’s fault.

I’ve been playing this puzzle game called the Fantastic Adventures of Dizzy. It’s a cute little cartoonish platform game. You have to collect all these stars and solve all these little problems in order to save Dizzy’s girlfriend, Daisy, who has been kidnapped by the evil wizard Zaks. It’s a very long game with a very large world.

Occasionally I get absolutely stumped and Dizzy just wanders around in circles. That gets very boring. So, I decided to cheat and consult an online walkthrough. All well and good.

I followed the walkthrough directions and solved a great many of the necessary problems. But – the walkthrough says I have to travel through the mines on a minecart, take Exit 4, and it’ll take me to the gravedigger’s spade, which I need to get a necessary item. But no matter how many times I go down that track and take that exit, there’s no gravedigger’s spade! There’s a skeleton key, but no stupid spade.


It also tells me I can find an axe in the mines, but the axe is in the graveyard in a place where I can’t reach it.

From this I can either conclude that I have a defective game or that all the walkthroughs online are erroneous. It doesn’t matter. No matter how many walkthroughs I consult and no matter how many copies of the game I download, there’s no spade or axe in the mines.

Q: What’s a girl to do?

A: Quit the game and do something fun and easy, like Super Mario Bros! Say your prayers, Bowser! Mwuhahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Wow, the hair! Wow, the boots!

I'd like to feel both wrapped around me.

I spent tonight sitting on my living room futon watching a romantic comedy and eating ice cream. I know I shouldn’t have. I feel a wee bit guilty.

The ice cream was bad enough, but combining it with the romantic comedy was a little over the top girliness.

I know, totally bleah! (that’s a vomit noise)

I love ice cream. I love swirling my tongue around an ice cream cone, licking every drop before it melts unto my chin. I love to scoop up a big spoonful of ice cream, put it in my mouth, and suck half of the spoonful into my mouth, cupping my lips around the lump of ice cream. I love the way it glides across my lips and softens against my tongue. I love the way it trickles down the back of my throat before I swallow.

You know, eating ice cream reminds me of Jenn. I love tasting every part of her body, her ears, her lips, her breasts, her fingers, the backs of her knees……and the other obvious part of course.

I love lapping up her juices and feeling her flavor in every pore of my mouth. I love the way she smells when she’s aroused, and when she orgasms. Afterwards her scent lingers in the air, thrumming with her pheromones. I love smelling her hair on my pillow after she’s gone.

I am in love with my girlfriend. I am in lust with my girlfriend. She’s candy and perfume and sugar and spice and everything nice in one tight little package.

Earlier this week I went to the bookstore and bought The Erotic Bondage Handbook by Jay Wiseman. I figured after my last rope fiasco I should really study basic rope bondage.

So far I’ve learned that I should definitely have safety scissors in case I need to cut Jenn out quickly, and a flashlight in case the power goes out. Whoops! I shudder when I think of how ill prepared I was last time. I also know now that you use a lark's head in nearly every bondage tie that you do.

Jenn and I have been practicing different beginner ties on each other all evening. I can now efficiently do a single-limb tie, which is good for tying the bottoms’ limbs to stuff, like bedpost or table legs. I can also do a column tie, which essentially ties two ‘columns’ together, limbs in our case. So now I can tie together her arms, her legs, or her legs to her arms. Score!

Of course, she can do the same to me now too, In fact, while reading the book together, we would take 20 minutes breaks to wrestle over rope and try to take each other down.

I think I need to go read about takedown ties. The handcuff knot looks particularly appealing. It’s exactly what it sounds like.

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Saturday, November 12, 2005

meme - 7 * 4 = 28

If you post this meme in your blog, I would appreciate you mentioning where you saw it.

7 things I plan to do before I die:

- Learn a musical instrument, possibly the harmonica. I know, Veronica with the harmonica – too cute.
- See the Great Pyramids of Egypt
- See Victoria Falls
- Buy an electric car
- Write a play
- Have sex with at least one Asian woman
- Marry my girlfriend

7 things I can do:

- Sing Beatles songs
- Bake
- Wiggle my ears
- Stand on one foot
- Tie a sheepshank
- Recite many Shakespeare quotations
- Make a woman happy in bed

7 things I cannot do:

- Dance
- Reach the top shelf
- Draw, and I really wish I could *pout*
- Keep chocolate in the house – I’ll eat it.
- Play the harmonica
- Speak any language other than English, but I speak it real good
- Beat Jenn in a wrestling match, but I’m getting better!

7 things that attract me to other people:

- Hair – I generally like long hair, but I’ve seen some short haired women that I’ve been attracted to.
- Being able to cook or bake
- Sharp fingernails – good for scratching – Meow!
- Intelligence
- Fitness
- Courage
- Scent

My Girlfriend and My Brother

I like my pajamas, especially at the end of a kind-of-hard work day. I like to crawl into them right away as soon as I get home.

They make me feel cozy.

In other news, my brother Robbie has a crush on my girlfriend Jenn and Jenn has a crush on him too.

Now Jenn will never admit that she has a crush, and she'll probably spank me soundly when she reads this, but I think that she does. Robbie of course, doesn't know that I have an online diary, so he won't be spanking me.

Hmmmm, that didn't sound like an incestuous statement in my head, but on paper it kind of looks like one doesn't it. Well not paper - you know what I mean.

Anywho, last night Jenn and I met up with Robbie for a drink. Robbie and Jenn have met each other many many times and they get on like a house on fire. They have great conversation together and are even playful with each other. It actually makes me feel a bit jealous and territorial.

It makes be feel a bit territorial with Jenn because even though we have a technically open relationship, I'm still a human being with human emotions. It makes me a bit territorial of Robbie because he's my brother and sometimes the way he acts with Jenn, well, it's like he's her big brother and that makes me feel a bit ... I don't know...weird.

The whole situation is just a wee bit ... weird.

By the way, in case you're wondering, Robbie is not really my big brother. We're twins. But he does call me little sister or 'Squirt', and I call him big brother. He was born a minute before I was, so I suppose he's officially the older child. He pulls 'oldest child' rank on my sometimes, but it's more of a joke than anything else. We don't have any other siblings.

Anyways, last night we were all out at a pub and at one point Jenn and Robbie danced together, but only briefly. It was a bit of good-natured fun, but I think that it suddenly got a bit too serious for them and they backed off of each other right quick.

It was pretty comical actually. I'm going to bother Jenn about it all day by making kissy noises.

Here's one for you, linked to my website:



Friday, November 11, 2005

meme - Gay Childhood Icons

As always, if you post this meme in your blog, I'd appeciate it if you could mention where you saw it.

You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!

Come on, he doesn't wear pants!
And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin

Well, I couldn't be happier to be the loveable pooh; although I've always seen myself more as Piglet. We're both small, pink, and awfully unsure of ourselves.

I have a guilty confession to make. I cheated a bit with this meme. I did it twice. The first time, I got a woman named Velma. I don't know who that is, so I did the meme again.

See my pinkness at my website.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Perhaps I'm Napoleon

Ah, the ball gag.

Gagging is something that I said I would never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do.

When Jenn started trying to pervert me from plain old vanilla into butterscoth ripple, she gave me a list of activities that she got off of some website. It was a very long list of things associated with BDSM. Next to each item were checkboxes. The checkboxes said things like 'Have already tried', 'Am curious about', 'Don't like the thought of', 'Don't know what this is', and so on.

I was embarrassed at first because I checked the 'Don't know what this is' box the most often.

When two people, who are planning to do BDSM play together, talk about what they're into and what they might want to do with each other, it's called 'Negotiating'. In the beginning, most of the 'negotiating' between Jenn and I was her telling me just what the heck was involved in all of the activities on the list.

So, as I learned what each thing was, I was able to change my answers from 'Don't know what this is' to other answers, such as 'Am curious about' and so forth. But there were many things that I checked 'Don't have any interest at all' or 'Is completely off limits'.

Gagging was one of the things that was completely off limits, but now, like some other things on the list, I enjoy doing it. I enjoy gagging Jenn and I enjoy being gagged as well. It makes me feel very subby. I think one of the reasons that I was opposed to it at first is because it seemed dangerous to me. Of course, there's a reason it seemed dangerous; it is dangerous!

Now, to be a responsible pervert, let me give you some advice. If you ever do any kind of play that involves gagging, even if it's a very light gag that the person can still talk through, you MUST set up a visual safeword so that your partner can tell you when they are in trouble.


If you don't, I will bend you over your desk and spank you firmly! I may do that anyways, just for the fun of it.

Seriously though, gagging is dangerous. Things can go bad very quickly, and your partner really needs to be able to communicate with you. So please, for me, use use visual safewords.

BAD Visual Safewords: Eye contact, hand gestures, going limp/going stiff. These visual safewords SUCK! They are vague and easily missed.

GOOD Visual Safewords: Give the person who is gagged something to hold, something like a metal ladle or spatula, not plastic or rubber, metal. You want something that will catch your eye, and something that will make some noise when dropped. If the person who is gagged drops the ladle/spatula, you will see it and hear it and know that she/he is in trouble and that you need to take the gag off immediately.

OK, sorry for all the SHOUTING, but BDSM safety is something that I feel strongly about. I know that I'm projecting my own fears and insecurities onto you, but I don't plan to feel guilty about it.

So, now I'm definitely not vanilla anymore. I think I've even moved past being butterscotch ripple (mostly vanilla), and into full-blown .....

Is there an icecream flavour that's kinky?

Sorry, my metaphor seems to have fallen apart on me. I hate it when that happens.

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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

meme- Which Tarot Card Are You

Wow. I'm a hot black angel with a pitcher of milk.

Somehow, I alway knew I was.

You are outgoing, smart and friendly, you have been
through a lot in your life, but remain
optimistic. You are always willing to grow and
learn and show kindness and love to all.

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Yummy, that sounds delicious

I’ve been checking my blog tracker now and then, and I’m highly amused by the search terms some people have used that have led them to my blog.

It’s pretty easy to see how some of the search terms could yield my blog as a result. “Lesbian hot sex” “librarian spanking” and “slutty librarian” – well, fair enough. My blog does happen to contain those words and phrases to some degree or another, although I don’t think I’ve ever described myself as a slutty librarian.

"rode my face" – Yes, I can recall using that phrase once or twice.

“strap-on slut” – I don’t recall using it, but it makes sense that my blog might pop up in a search engine.

“bondage neighbours” and “cavegirl porn” – weirder and weirder

“dream lovers wrapped in bondage” and “pussy full of icecream” – now that’s just downright strange! However, I must admit that a pussy full of icecream does sound intriguing.

“we would wrestle in teddies and spank the losers” - we have a winner for the oddest search term of the week!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Link Madness!

OK, here are links to some sites that I should be writing about because they've been nice enough to send me some traffic:

We Are Making Porn
The Extra-sexy Ellie
The Beautiful Becca
The Amazing Anna

But instead, I'm going to be completely irresponsible and write about the site where I found this :

Oh my goodness. I can't believe how much I want her. Now, you know that I have a thing for Asian women. I don't know if I've told you yet that I'm also a bit of a furry.

If you go to the website where I found this you will see that she's actually part of an anti-fur protest, which is kind of funny because she pulls at my furvert strings.

I could yiff her all night long. (I just learned that word while looking for a good furry link. Obviously I'm not terribly experienced at making the fur fly, if you'll pardon the expression.)

I also found this:

and this:

which is not furry, but it is really cool, and does have to do with foxes.

I want to protest naked! I care about animal issues, and more importantly, I want an excuse to be naked in public.

I should contact PETA. Hey! Maybe that would be a good place to meet another female furry. Where's the phonebook. I'm calling right now!

Oh, since I'm throwing every link in the book at you, here's one more:


Shhh, secrets

Sometimes I update my online diary from Jenn’s place, and sometimes from home of course, but often I do it at work when nobody’s looking. It’s a little scary; I could get caught. A couple of times people have walked by and seen me typing, but so far I’ve managed to close the window before they’ve seen anything naughty.

One person asked if I was writing in a blog, and I said yes. Then they asked if they could have the link, and I said sorry, but no. I told them that I prefer to keep my work life and personal life separate.

Nobody knows that my girlfriend is Jenn from payroll. Some of them don’t even know that I’m a lesbian. It’s not really a secret at work, but I don’t really feel like talking about it with every person I meet, so I tend to avoid the topic of dating and boyfriends.

They know that Jenn and I are friends, but they certainly don’t know that she regularly comes down to the library to molest me during our lunch break.

By the way, my website is now fully functional.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

My Good Side

I hope this doesn't sound conceited, but I think that I have a really nice bum. There are some parts of my body that I'm not terribly happy with.

I mean, I don't hate anything, but somethings I sometimes wish were a little bigger, or a little smaller.

But, I'm happy with myself from the waist down. I think I have nice legs, and a nice bum.

Switching topics, in this picture you can see my big white feather. I love my big white feather. I love to brush it over my skin and across my nipples. It's very soft and a little tickely.

It makes me feel nice.

Oh, in this picture, you can also see my second bed. Why do I have two beds, one in the bedroom and one in the living room? Well, Jenn sleeps over very often, and as much as I love her, she's not the easiest person to sleep with. She hogs the bed and steals the covers. Sometimes she steals the pillows too.

Besides, I've always had difficulty sleeping with other people, not that there's been a lot.

*yawn* This post is making me sleepy. I think I'll lay down my weary head, and my weary bum too.



Saturday, November 05, 2005

meme - Nerd, Geek, or Dork

Have you seen the 80's Hollywood film, "Revenge of the Nerds"? I caught in on the telly at two in the morning a couple of years ago. I remember it being hilarious and also surprisingly poignant, but besides that I can't really tell you anything about it. I was half asleep when I watched it.

I wonder if I could find it at a video store.

Anyways, one of the things I remember about the film is that it was about a bunch of nerds trying to get into an American fraternity. The fraternity that eventually accepted them was named Lambda Lambda Lambda, or for short, the Tri-Lambs.

That is significant because I just did an online meme about whether I'm a nerd, a geek, or a dork.

I think I agree with the results:

Tri-Lamb Material

86 % Nerd, 26% Geek, 56% Dork
For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Nerd and Dork, earning you the coveted title of: Tri-Lamb Material.

The classic, "80's" nerd, you are what most people think of when they
think "nerd," largely due to 80's movies like Revenge of the Nerds and
TV shows like Head of the Class. You're exceptionally bright and smart,
and partly because of that have never quite fit in with your peers or
social groups. Perhaps you're realized, or will someday, that it is
possible to retain all of the things that you like about being
brilliant and still make peace with the social cliques around you. Or
maybe you won't--it's really not necessary. As the brothers of Lambda
Lambda Lambda discovered, you're fine just the way you are and can take
pride in that. I mean, who wants to be like Ogre, right!?

I'm Hiding

Hmmmm, looks like somebody ripped off all of this girls clothes, except for the arms and legs of course.

Now, there's something that I want to talk about today. I want to address something that came up in JRo's blog. JRo says:

"Ronni’s blog continues to maintain a highly entertaining standard, so please pay it a visit. The only disappointing aspect, from a personal perspective, is that neither her blog or website seem to offer the possibility of contacting her directly or posting comments in any way, which seems a shame – I’d love to say hello."

Hello JRo. *waves* I see you.

It was a difficult decision not to post an email address or to enable comments. I was concerned that people like you would be put off by it, but after a lot of thought, I've decided to remain incommunicado. I have three reasons for this decision.

1) I would feel terribly guilty if I didn't respond to every email or comment, and I know that I wouldn't have time to.

2) I'm living a bit of a fantasy here, imagining that my thoughts are going out there and being enjoyed by - well - not just anyone. I imagine nice people reading my little online diary. The one way communication allows me to maintain that fantasy.

3) My girlfriend Jenn had a sexblog for awhile and she shut it down because, in her words "there were just too many bastards saying disrespectful things"

So that's it: guilt, fantasy, and trepidation

I hope that you'll continue reading.



Friday, November 04, 2005

Don't Forget the One's you Love

Today I came across this Shakespeare quotation:

“Be great in act, as you have been in thought.”

It stuck with me all day. You see, often I think of fabulous things I could do for the people I love, but many times I’ll get busy and forget. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a selfish person or anything. It’s just that often I only think of doing nice things for people when they’re actually with me. It takes a little more foresight and planning to do a premeditated good thing for a loved one.

For example, I was thinking a few days ago that I should buy my grandmother a new plant to go on a new end table she recently bought for her living room. But it completely flew out of my head on the way to work.

All right, I have a day planner. I can use it for this. From now on I’m going to keep a special section for ‘Premeditated Nice Things to Do for People I Love.’ I’ll also include a list of people I love and a list of things they like or need.

I think I’ll get my grandmother an African Violet. She doesn’t have one of those.

I have to confess, it’s due to my grandmother’s influence that I’m developing this desire to be a more thoughtful person. It always seems that whenever someone needs something, she’ll show up with it. And she always gives people presents that are completely perfect for them.

I don’t know if an African Violet is perfect for her, but she loves plants, she loves purple, and she loves putting plants on wooden tables. Besides, I’m sure that she’ll also love it because it shows I’m thinking of her.

Golly, I can’t wait!

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Smile for the camera

When Jenn takes my picture, I try to make sure that she always gets my good side.

I’ve been reading over my most recent posts today and some of my entries actually make me blush! One of the reasons I started my website and this blog was to create a safe place to express my naughty side. I think I’m doing that rather well – perhaps too well!

Ordinarily I’m a very normal, shy, and reserved person. I mean, I’m not a complete wallflower but I’m just your average nice girl. Nothing too exotic or dramatic. But in my blog I sound like a real vixen, at least lately.

I think Miss Jenn has had a very corrupting influence on me. She’s brought out a wild side I didn’t even know I had. Most of it exists in my head and occasionally comes out when she’s around and I’m feeling dominant.

I feel a bit like I’m living a double life, like I have two personas and it’s a little unsettling. I’m sure a lot of kinky people feel that way, at least the kinky people who happen to be relatively normal. I met a few of them at the one play party I attended.

Sometimes I really cannot reconcile the person I am in my head and in bed with the person I am in the rest of my life. My family and co-workers would be so shocked if they saw what Jenn and I get up to. They’d wonder what happened to the mousy little bookworm. All I can say is that perhaps the fundamentalist religious groups are right. Maybe literature and education are a corrupting influence.

Well, thank goodness for that!

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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

joke - We'll never forget you

Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out - both were very faithful and loving wives, however, they had gotten over-enthusiasticon the Bacardi Breezers.

Incredibly drunk & walking home they needed to pee, so they stopped in the cemetery. Neither of them had nothing to wipe with. One decided to take off her panties and use them.

Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them, but was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that.

After the girls did their business they proceeded to go home.The next day one of the women's husbands was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said,

"These girl nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no panties!

"That's nothing" said the other husband, "Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said: From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you."

Handjobs for All !

So, just now I was sitting on a bench, here at school, eating my lunch, when I overheard the most fascinating conversation between two girls at the next table over. They’d already caught my attention, as they were both pretty little femme goth girls. I love that look. It’d never suit me, but it’s hot on the young girly-girl type. My ears pricked up when I heard what they were saying.

Girl#1: You have to come to the club with me this weekend.
Girl#2: What kind of club is it?
Girl#1: It’s a fetish night.
Girl#2: Oh, wow, a fetish night? I’ve never been to one of those before. Do I have to participate in an orgy or something?
Girl#1: *laughs* God, no. It’s not quite like that. See, people dress up in PVC and latex and leather and goth and all kinds of costumes, and they dance.
Girl#2: That sounds all right.
Girl#1: Well, there are semi-naked people. And there is a dungeon.
Girl#2: Uh, I don’t know…..
Girl#1: Oh, relax. It’s in a different area from the dance floor, and you don’t have to participate. You can just dance, or watch the dungeon action. I go for the outfits and the music. There’s tons of hot people and the DJ rocks.
Girl#2: Yeah?
Girl#1: Uh huh. I’ve been there twice and I’ve just danced and hung out.
Girl#2: Yeah, all right, I’ll check it out then.

God, I’ve been thinking about them every since. I daydreaming that Jenn and I go to the fetish night and introduce ourselves to them. We dance, we drink, we chat and once they’re all relaxed we offer them a tour of the dungeon. Of course they accept, because it’s something shocking and different. We point out the various scenes going on, and give them a BDSM 101 education lesson.

At this point in the fantasy, the girls are intrigued and blushingly admit to being interested in a little light play. So Jenn and I gently lead them to a piece of dungeon equipment and give them a little slap ‘n tickle. Nothing too extreme for an introductory session, of course.

Naturally, during the spanking, we rub their little pussies and bums to warm them up properly. And naturally, the girls respond by squirming and pressing against our fingers. As the spanking progresses in intensity, we pull their hair and pinch their nipples a little and they love it! When their little bums are good and pink, we slip our hands under their panties and give them both a nice little handjob, and they orgasm while we’re spanking them.

Oh, wow, I’m so turned on I think I should slip into the ladies’ room for a handjob of my own before lunch is over.

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Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Rope Frustrations :<

Yesterday, I won the coin toss, so I got to top Jenn. I decided that it would be sexy if I tied her up like a helpless victim. I’ve always wanted to do that, well, every since I was a little girl, anyways. I’d watch those old movies where the heroine gets herself kidnapped and tied up in some secret location. She’d be all wrapped up tight in rope with a cloth gag in her mouth, squirming and moaning and undulating. I remember feeling strangely excited, and conflicted. I was never sure if I wanted to rescue the girl or torment her some more.

So, I ordered Jenn to bring her rope over, and when she arrived I ordered her to strip naked and lie on my bed. Then I tied her arms together behind her back. I also tied her ankles together.

Well, I ran into several problems. At first, I tied her too loosely and she managed to get herself untied. Jenn is a brat that way. So then I tied her up really tightly, but her hands and feet started going numb after a few minutes. So I retied her less tightly, but her shoulders started cramping, so I tied her hands in front of her and told her to keep them above her head. So at this point she was tied securely and comfortably, but I discovered that tying her feet together didn’t give me as much access to her fun bits as I wanted.

Grrrr! Kitty is getting frustrated!

So I untied her feet and then tied each one individually. I would have tied her legs to the bottom legs of my bed, but I’m sure that you’ve noticed that my bed doesn’t have legs. Instead, I ran the rope underneath my futon and tied it off, so she was tied to the mattress. She got the idea that she was going to twist free by lifting up the end of the mattress with her legs. This caused her stomach muscles to flex and stand out. I love it when that happens, and I’m incredibly jealous. That skinny bitch!

I started with some brief breast torture on her, some breasts slaps and pinches, hee hee. Then I fingered her wet little pussy until I had her arching her pelvis against my hand.

I was having a great time. However, Jenn started to complain that the ropes around her ankles were cutting off her circulation. I’m not quite sure what happened, but apparently the ropes had tightened as she pulled against them with her legs.


So I untied her completely and we decided to just have vanilla sex. Our patience for kinky experimentation had vanished completely at that point.

I suppose I should get a book on rope bondage or go attend a class or something. I’m sure they’re offered in my area. I just have to figure out the details. I guess I really should think about getting involved with the BDSM community. It would sure be nice to know people who are bondage experts and could give me some tips.

Would you like to see me on my bed, sans rope?

Dumb Jokes

What did the fish say when he swam into a concrete wall?


What do you call a cow with no legs?

Ground beef!

My website

I never got pictures like this until Jenn tied me up. I could understand at the time why someone would enjoy tying somebody else up, but I didn't really see what the "bottom", the person being tied up got out of it.

Then Jenn tied me up and it all became clear.

There's a feeling that a bottom goes into. This feeling is referred to as sub-space. It's not the same for every person, but different people generally experience some common things. This feeling is often described as a kind of floaty experience, a strange kind of freedom, brought about strangely enough by a lack of freedom.

It might be the giving up of responsibility that does it, or the high level of trust that you give the "top". There are differnent theories.

When Jenn ties me up, I experience what I call "rope-space". As the rope becomes more firmly wrapped and tied around me, I slowly slip into a relaxed state. All of my cares slip away as I put my fate into the hands of my top. I've never been hypnotised, but I imagine that what I experience is somewhat similar.

hhhhhmmmmmm....... just thinking about it makes me feel nice and relaxed.

Of course, a strategically placed knot over the clitoris can add a lot to the experience as well.

Ha ha!


My website

Sunday, October 30, 2005

meme- which world leader are you

Well, that's a relief. Sometimes these memes give very unexpected results. I was afraid it was going to tell me that I'm Hitler.

If you post this meme your blog, could you please mention that you saw it at:

Please and Thank you.

Oh my! Such Language!

I'm a bit embarrassed by my language yesterday.

Oh, this is going to sound either oh so cuter, or so oh so pathetic, but there are some words that I don't normally say either out loud or in writing.

Three that come to mind ... well, I can't actually type them out, but:

One of them is a part of the human anatomy, man or woman, that rhymes with a type of fish.

One of them is a part of the female anatomy that rhymes with something that men on horses with dogs and bugles do when they are looking for foxes.

And finally, the third one is something that you might do in bed with another person. It rhymes with the sound that a chicken makes.

So, if I don't normally say these words, then why did I use two of them in my blog entry yesterday? Well, you see, I don't normally use these words, but sometimes when I get really excited I get a bit carried away and they just come out of me. Yesterday, while writing my blog entry I guess I got a little excited. Another clue that I was excited is that immediately after finishing the blog entry, I had to masterbate.

You know, before meeting Jenn, I couldn't even say masturbate, or pussy.

See my type of fish at my website.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Shut Up and Lie Down

In this photo, I'm saying, "Come here Jenn. We've talked about our relationship for long enough. I'm a practicing lesbian, and I want to practice!"

Well, that isn't exactly the way it went, but last night Jenn did come over, and she did want to talk about 'us' some more, but I didn't let her.

I greeted her naked at the door. I pushed her down onto the bed, I pulled her clothes off, I turned myself around to lie on top of her, and I stuck my tongue right up her pussy.

That's exactly how it happened. I didn't even give her a hello kiss or ask her if she wanted to have sex. I just stuck my pussy in her face and started licking my sexy girlfriend.

And then she still wanted to talk! I don't mean afterwards; I mean while I was on top of her licking her pussy! I couldn't believe it. I actually got a little offended, so I shut her up by pushing myself down and smothering her in my pussy juice. She couldn't talk then, and even if she could have, I wouldn't have heard anything because I was having an orgasm.

That's right; I had one almost right away, and I had two more before Jenn finally came. It took her a long time. I was considering giving up, but then her hips began to quiver in that familiar way and her leg muscles got all hard (I love it when her muscles get hard). I knew that her orgasm was coming, so I just kept on flicking my tongue over her clitoris, fast, then a bit slower, then fast again, then a bit slower, then a small bite. I know her so well.

Now, when Jenn's muscles get hard, that means that she's on the verge of having an orgasm, but sometimes it can still take her quite a while to actually reach it. I was concerned that this was going to happen, because it did seem to be taking awhile, so I did something that Jenn claims she doesn't like, but so far it's always put her over the edge. I stuck my finger up her bum.

She started writhing around and yelling, "no no no! ", which really turned me on, so my leg muscles started getting all hard, and I felt another one start to build in me. I shoved my cunt down onto her again and muffled her cries. I dove back into her pussy and licked her furiously while grinding my crotch back and forth across her face.

Now, if it seems like this is getting into rape territory, I just want to remind you that Jenn and I use safewords, so 'no' doesn't mean no. 'Red' means no. Jenn knows that. She's called Red on me before, so she can protest the finger up her bum all she wants. Until I hear the word 'Red' she's getting it in the ass no matter how many no's she screams into my pussy.

So, she's writhing around trying to shake my finger out of her bum, and I'm holding on, riding her face like she's some kind of wild horse, all of our legs are rock hard, there are two huge orgasms building, and then....

We come. We come together, loud and feirce and primal. I squeezed her face between my thighs. She arched her back up so that I sat on her even harder. We wrapped our arms around each others' waists and screamed bloody murder into each others' groins.

After that, Jenn may have said something, or she might not have. I couldn't tell you because I fainted dead away.

hmmmmm, more pictures of me on my website.

Friday, October 28, 2005

The Dreaded Lesbian Curse

So lately, Jenn and I have had a case of the dreaded lesbian curse. You know, the one where you don’t have sex because you’re too busy talking. We haven’t even been having our usual morning licking sessions in the shower because we haven’t been sleeping together. Don’t worry, we’re not fighting. It’s just a case of conflicting schedules.

The dreaded lesbian curse happens periodically. Women are social creatures, so we love to use words and lots of them. The problem with that is that sometimes when Jenn and I are having fabulous conversations, we forget to shut up and have sex.

I know it’s a temporary situation, because we’ve been there before. However, right now, I’m so horny I could hump the lamp post.

All right, it’s time to do something about this. I’m going to call Jenn right now and order her to meet me at my place tonight, and when she gets here, I’ll gag her with a pair of my panties before she can start talking.

Do you think that’s too subtle?

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Go Kitty Go!

I'll share an embarassing secret with you. It's more embarassing than being into ropes and submission and stap-ons. I'm also into...oh, I can hardly bare to say it....karaoke.

I hope I haven't lost your respect.

I love to sing. I don't claim to be good at it, but I really do love it. I know all of the places to go. I've practically got the song books memorised. For three minutes at a time, I'm my own little superstar up on stage, singing my little heart out.

Isn't that just the most precious thing?

Visit my website here, please and thank you.



Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Video Game Vixen

Life’s good right now but it’s been a bit of the old same-old. Work is good, I’m good, Jenn is good. It’s all good. It’s just not particularly filled with drama and fun and hijinks. I’m grateful that my life is so peaceful, but sometimes I yearn for the emotional rollercoaster that I was on when Jenn and I started dating.

You know, we coyly flirted with each other for almost a year before one of us asked the other one if she was into girls. My version of the story is that I asked her. Jenn’s version is that she asked me. Sometimes we pretend to fight about it just so that we can have make-up sex.

Of course, if I really want interesting things to happen so I can write about them, maybe I should haul my ass away from my video games. You see, I’ve been spending a lot of time on my Nintendo emulator playing old platform games like Super Mario Bros. It’s tons of fun, but don’t worry, I know that it bores the heck out of people when I talk about it. Goodness knows, I’ve had friends who wouldn’t shut up about Warcraft or Dungeon Seige or whatever, so I know better than to inflict my game of choice on others.

So if you’ll excuse me, I have to go. There’s a princess who needs rescuing.

And you can see This Princess naked every week!

Monday, October 24, 2005

I think that this is supposed to be Gillian Anderson from the X-Files. I've seen the first two seasons on DVD. I hardly watch any new telly anymore. It's mostly DVD for me.

I enjoyed the first two seasons, but I don't think I'll go out of my way to see anymore. To be honest, what kept me watching as long as I did was the sexual tension between Gillian and what's-his-name.

But then Jenn told me that they never do it. I don't know if I'm disappointed or impressed.

Anyways, the reasons that I'm showing you this picture is because :

a) She's hot and I'd like to lick her little red pussy and
b) I admit it - I'm into cartoon porn.

It really turns me on. I don't know why, but who ever does with fetishes. So, you can expect to see a fair amount of it.

I'm actually a little conflicted about using this material because it doesn't technically belong to me. I know that this is somewhat silly because everybody does it, but I feel bad, sort of like I'm stealing these images and using them for my own purposes.

Well, I guess that's not sort of what I'm doing. It is what I'm doing.

But on the other hand, I didn't get them off of the main site. I took them off of a page of free samples, and I'm putting the name of the website on each picture and linking the picture back to them. You see at the top of the picture where it says Well, they didn't put that there. I put it there.

So now that I think about it, it is a pretty equitable symbiosis. I get to show you what really gets me going, and gets some free publicity. Oh, and I should put them in my blogrole as well.

Yes, I feel much better about this now. Thanks for listening. You're a very good listener.

Cartoon Gillian really does have a nice pussy. What do you think of mine?

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Thank you JRo

Last month, Jenn put a tracker on my blog. I don't know how she did it and I don't really understand it. She keeps saying things like, "Did you check the tracker today?", to which I usually reply, "uh, yeah, I'll get right on that". I guess it's kind of silly, but since I didn't put it there, I don't really take it seriously.

Well today, I finally clicked on the tracker and looked at where surfers were coming from. Most of it was from search engines and blog directories as I expected, but I saw one URL that I didn't recognise, so I clicked on it and it was JRo.

Now I don't know JRo and he doesn't know me, but he gave me just a glowing review. He says:

"It’s so well-written, funny, kinky and Ronni herself comes over as a most engaging character: I think I’m already a little bit in love with her. The blog also relates and links to her website, where one can find and admire some nice images of her being herself around home. Although she prefers to appear masked, she has a lovely body – cute little breasts, nice bum and good legs – and a most attractive personality shines through her blog posts,"

And he put a link to me on his blog. Well, I just about fell out of my chair and on to my nice bum.

I read that this morning and I've been skipping around in a happy singsong jubilant bliss all day. What JRo wrote made me so happy.

So, now to return the favour. JRo's blog is Confessions of a Cast Fetishist. This is the kind of stuff that he's into, the naughty lad.

I think that I'll also add him to my Friends Page. My friends page is supposed to be my alternative to a superlong blogrole - a separate page of women with sex blogs or websites who also link to me. I didn't imagine that I'd be putting any men on it, but so far I haven't really found many women that want to participate, so there's plenty of room for him.

So to sum up, Thank you JRo. Thank you for liking me. I'm still new enough at this that discovering that someone has linked to me really makes my day.

My Brain Can Sing

Today just seems to be one of those days where I can’t get anything done. I’ve been trying to do some updates on my website and some more market research, but my brain keeps floating off to other stuff. La la la la la (that's my brain).

I wish I could find some TGP sites for softcore amateurs above the age of nineteen.

It seems the only thing I’ve managed to do successfully today is ogle picture of half-naked hot girls online. Wow, I feel like such a guy.

Hey, wanna see my bum? Oh sure you do.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Do you want to see a naughty librarian?

Do you want to see a naughty librarian? I know you do.

Jenn is trying to convince me that we should take some photos at my library. I must admit, it is tempting. I’ve always wanted to want to walk naked among my lovers, Desdemona, Katherine, Lady Macbeth, Ophelia, oh Ophelia.

I could strike such a provocative pose on the front counter. I could press myself up against the windows and dare the world to see me, but I won’t.

Right now, I consider what I’m doing to be my business. If my boss at the library found out, he might not approve, but he couldn’t do anything about it. But if I involved the library somehow, well that would be a different story. So, as much as I’d like to, I’m not going to do any posing at work. Oh, who am I kidding. I’d be very embarrassed if people at work found out what I’m up to with this site.

The truth is, I’m not a very good naughty librarian. I do have some fantasies at work, but I know they’ll never happen. I can’t even bring myself to flirt with anyone. Well, except for Jenn. Sometimes she visits me unexpectedly and surprises me amongst the stacks. We have a little game we play where we pretend we’re in one of those old porn films from the 70’s, not that I’ve ever seen one. Oh no, not me. I’m a good girl.

Jenn says something like “Excuse me miss. I’m looking for The Joy of Sex.” And then I’ll say something equally silly like “I’ve been wanting to show it to someone for a long time.” And then that’s usually it; although, last time we played this game I took it a little further. I was crouching down to put a book on the bottom shelf and I heard her say, “Excuse me miss. I want to study biology.” I stuck my bum up in the air and said, “Study this biology.” And she spanked me!

Jenn says something like “Excuse me miss. I’m looking for The Joy of Sex.” And then I’ll say something equally silly like “I’ve been wanting to show it to someone for a long time.” And then that’s usually it; although, last time we played this game I took it a little further. I was crouching down to put a book on the bottom shelf and I heard her say, “Excuse me miss. I want to study biology.” I stuck my bum up in the air and said, “Study this biology.” And she spanked me!

I know what I said didn’t really make sense, but we both had to cover our mouths to keep from laughing too loud. You have to try to be quiet and behave at the library, especially if you’re the librarian.

See my bum stuck up in the air.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Fruity Goodness

Well, I just got back from visiting my country mouse cousin on her farm. Wow, it is sooo beautiful out there. Everywhere I looked there was a blanket of orange, red, gold and green leaves. I took a walk in the forest and I was just in heaven.

I love autumn foods and her house was overflowing with them. I had hot apple cider and pumpkin pie and for the first time pomegranates that my cousin had grown in her greenhouse. I’ve never had pomegranates before. They’re delicious! I ate quite a few over the weekend. I also brought some back to share with Jenn. There’s something really quite fun about eating pomegranates together. If you don’t know, pomegranates are filled with seeds that you pick out and eat one by one. The taste is hard to describe. They’re kind of sweet and kind of tart at the same time.

So last night after, Jenn came over and we sat down at my kitchen table and fed each other pomegranate seeds one at a time. Now, I don’t know if you know this, but it’s extremely difficult to eat pomegranate seeds without spilling some. For me, it’s impossible. So Jenn made the rule that if I spilled any on the table or the floor, I had to eat it without using my hands, just my mouth. So I spent a fair bit of time lapping seeds off the table with my tongue, and on the floor on my hands and knees licking seeds off the floor. I was very very happy that I’d swept and mopped the floor earlier! Jenn made fun of me for that. She said, "Why did you mop the floor? You mopped it before you left and nobody has been on it for three days."

I'm not a clean freak. I prefer the term 'Clean enthusiast'.

Occasionally Jenn would spill seeds and she’d make me slurp those up too. She claimed that she spilled them by accident.

Well, all that licking made us really horny after a while. I know, we’re so predictable that way. Jenn got some rope and tied my hands behind my back while I was face-down on the floor. She amused herself by making me eat a few more seeds, which was really difficult. I was kind of flopping around like a fish. She laughed and sat spread-eagled on the floor and shoved my face in her crotch and forced me to eat her pussy. Then she returned the favor and we finished off the pomegranates.

I just discovered this food and already it’s been perverted. I’m starting to think that there isn’t anything that won’t eventually be incorporated into our dirty little games.

See my pussy at my website.