RonniGirl the Lesbian Librarian

Puppy Play

2005-12-04T04:07:00.000-08:00

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.

*sigh*

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.

Things are getting a bit spinny

2005-11-28T23:58:00.000-08:00

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.

See my bum on my website

Super Mario III

2005-11-22T18:48:00.000-08:00

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!

See my bum on my website

2005-11-19T05:12:00.000-08:00

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

Veronica

A Dumb Criminal

2005-11-18T17:12:00.000-08:00

Driven To Distraction

karaoke fun

2005-11-18T15:33:00.000-08:00

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’.

See my bum on my website.

meme - Roman Emperors

2005-11-17T15:35:00.000-08:00

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

2005-11-17T02:48:00.000-08:00

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.

See my bum at my website.

Veronica

I Was Shocked

2005-11-16T15:59:00.000-08:00

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……

Revenge.

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!

Another Asian Crush

2005-11-15T18:45:00.000-08:00

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.

*si-i-i-i-i-i-i-igh*

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

My Website.

Veronica

A Post About My Family

2005-11-14T22:04:00.000-08:00

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.

*sigh*

My Website

Veronica

It's late late late Sunday Night.

2005-11-14T01:35:00.000-08:00

Humph!

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.

Grrrr!

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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2005-11-13T11:45:00.000-08:00

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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meme - 7 * 4 = 28

2005-11-12T22:08:00.000-08:00

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

2005-11-12T09:20:00.000-08:00

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:

*mu-ah!*

Veronica

meme - Gay Childhood Icons

2005-11-11T08:12:00.000-08:00

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

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

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.

Perhaps I'm Napoleon

2005-11-10T18:34:00.000-08:00

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.

You MUST! You MUST! You MUST! You MUST!

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.

Don't forget to check out the free samples at my website.

*kisses*

Veronica

meme- Which Tarot Card Are You

2005-11-09T19:43:00.000-08:00

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

Somehow, I alway knew I was.

Temperance
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

2005-11-09T14:46:00.000-08:00

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!

Link Madness!

2005-11-08T20:27:00.000-08:00

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:

ME!!

Shhh, secrets

2005-11-08T01:38:00.000-08:00

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.

My Good Side

2005-11-06T04:08:00.000-08:00

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.

Kisses

Veronica.

meme - Nerd, Geek, or Dork

2005-11-05T19:17:00.000-08:00

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

2005-11-05T07:10:00.000-08:00

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.

Kisses

Veronica.

Don't Forget the One's you Love

2005-11-04T15:39:00.000-08:00

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!

Smile for the camera

2005-11-03T23:13:00.000-08:00

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!

Check me out at my website

joke - We'll never forget you

2005-11-02T14:44:00.000-08:00

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 !

2005-11-02T13:41:00.000-08:00

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.

Don't forget to check out my little website.

Kisses

Veronica

Rope Frustrations :<

2005-11-01T23:37:00.000-08:00

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.

Sigh.

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

2005-11-01T16:53:00.000-08:00

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

Dam!

What do you call a cow with no legs?

Ground beef!

My website

2005-11-01T01:06:00.000-08:00

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!

Veronica.

My website

meme- which world leader are you

2005-10-30T15:54:00.000-08:00

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:

www.Ronnivee.Blogspot.com

Please and Thank you.

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Oh my! Such Language!

2005-10-30T12:11:00.000-08:00

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.

Shut Up and Lie Down

2005-10-29T10:34:00.000-07:00

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.

The Dreaded Lesbian Curse

2005-10-28T15:47:00.000-07:00

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?

2005-10-27T18:27:00.000-07:00

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.

Kisses,

Veronica

Video Game Vixen

2005-10-25T17:43:00.000-07:00

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!

AllSexToons.com

2005-10-24T23:41:00.000-07:00

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 AllSexToons.com? 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 AllSexToons.com 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?

Thank you JRo

2005-10-23T23:51:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-23T03:35:00.000-07:00

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.

Do you want to see a naughty librarian?

2005-10-22T06:07:00.000-07:00

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!

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.

Fruity Goodness

2005-10-19T23:29:00.000-07:00

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.

Nibbling Country Cheese

2005-10-15T02:06:00.000-07:00

Every once in a while I do something impetuous, and today is one of those days. A few hours ago I received a phone call from my cousin. She said, “Hello City Mouse”, and I said, “Hello Country Mouse”, and then we giggled together just like we did when we were little girls.

The Country Mouse and the City Mouse is a story that we both read when we were little girls growing up in the same village. We both moved far away from home. I became the city mouse and she became the country mouse and that's what we call each other now. It's a bit silly, but we've always been a bit silly together.

So, she calls me and tells me that where she lives the trees have all turned beautiful gold and red and that the air smells like hickory and pine and that I should come and visit her. She often tells me that I should come and visit her.

Now normally, I say no because I’m so busy with work and I can’t get away, but just this week, my boss and I were talking about vacations and my boss told me that if I wanted to take a day or two off that this would be the best time in a long time to do so. I won’t bore you with all of the reasons why.

So I’m going! I’m leaving on a plane tonight and staying with my cousin for two days. Luckily, even though she’s a country mouse, she does live within a three-hour drive of a major airport. It’s so unlike me, but here I go on a whirlwind adventure. This little city mouse will be nibbling country cheese for two whole days.

Want to see my tail?

More Internet Gremlins

2005-10-11T19:40:00.000-07:00

Sometimes something strange happens with my blog and my profile, links and archives get pushed down to the bottom of the screen. Please scroll down if you're interested in seeing those features. Sometimes this lasts for a few hours, and sometimes a few days.

Robbie in the Lobby

2005-10-10T02:13:00.000-07:00

There’s a poem I heard once, it went something like:

I don’t drive the train.

I don’t shovel the coal.
I don’t even ring the bell,
But let the damn thing jump the track
And see who catches Hell!

I feel that way in my job in sometimes, but I can’t really complain. Not when I consider my brother’s job. He’s a security guard. He works the midnight shift six nights a week in an apartment building. The way he describes it, there are a thousand rules at this apartment building, and even though he doesn’t have any real authority, he’s expected to enforce all of them. Once in a while I call him at work, to help him pass the time. He patrols the building, but he also sits at the concierge desk in the lobby a lot. I think I feel a limerick coming on…

I have a brother named Robbie.

He gets paid to sit in the lobby.

??????

Well, I’ll have to get back to that poem at another time.

Anyways, my brother’s main complaint is that almost every day, one of the thousand rules changes, or some exception is made by the manager, but nobody ever tells him. He’s just supposed to know that the thousand rules he’s supposed to enforce today are not quite the same as the thousand rules he was supposed to enforce yesterday.

Poor Robbie. He’s one of those sad guys that bounce from job to job, never finding one that leads anywhere. I do my best to help him out. Usually all I can do is listen to him complain, and sometimes I can’t even do that. You know, some days I have my own problems, like today. I’ve learned that we’re not going to get a cat after all. If we did, then it would limit whom we could hire in the future. Management has decided that that’s not really fair to future candidates that may have allergies. I’m sad about it.

In case you’re wondering, I can’t have a cat at home for the same reason. The furnace in the house I live in recirculates through the whole house. The woman who lives upstairs has a cat allergy. If I had a cat, she would have to live with the cat dander as well.

My no-cat loneliness is sad, but at least the sadness is occasionally inspiring, in a poetic way.

I have a brother named Robbie.

He gets paid to sit in the lobby.

It’s a really bad job,

Even for a working slob…

????????

I’ll sleep on it.

Hey, have you seen my website yet?

An Amazing Pick-me-up

2005-10-08T21:13:00.000-07:00

Last night I was soooo tired and Jenn was sooooo horny.

It wasn't a very good match.

Jenn never pressures me for sex, but sometimes she does strongly hint.

Well last night, Jenn told me that she was in the mood for me to put on the strap-on and bend over for me. Normally I would have jumped at that chance, since it's usually Jenn whose giving me a right good rogering with the strap-on. Normally I have to either wrestle her down and force her, (she can always say Red. That means she really wants me to stop), or I have to literly get down on my knees and beg her to let me wear it. The last time I did that, she made me suck on it for half an hour before she let me put it on.

So what I'm getting at is that Jenn's offer of bottoming for me was very appealling, but I just didn't feel up to it.

I told her that, and she said it was fine, but then she started to tell me about a dream that she had had about me.

In her dream, she was kidnapped by a group of men who planned to rape her. They took her to a house and tied her up. Then they left her there, to go rob a bank or something. I heard her screaming as I was walking by the house and I went in. Instead of letting her go though, I decided to kidknap her for my own perverted pleasures, so I dragged her outside and into a van and took her to a house that I lived in.

I don't own a van or a house, but it's just a dream.

When I got her to my house, I didn't attack her right away. Instead I fed her and bathed her and petted her, and slowly, over the course of six months, brainwashed her to be my little sex slave. She didn't want to go home anymore. She called me Mistress, and everyday she cooked for me and cleaned my house and every evening she shyly brought me the strap-on and a dog collar that I made her wear during sex.

Well after hearing about that dream, I suddenly felt not so tired.

My first Kink Event

2005-09-25T21:07:00.000-07:00

So, we get to the fetish party and I find myself surrounded by people of all shapes and sizes dressed head to toe in leather. I was a little uncomfortable for a couple of reasons. First, I didn't know anyone, and second, I was wearing Jenn's leather pants because I don't really own anything fetishy. They were uncomfortable because Jenn's is a tad slimmer than me, even though we always eat the same amount of ice cream, that bitch.

I saw some women dressed as Catholic schoolgirls. Quite a few actually. I didn't know that that was considered fetishy enough for a fetish event, but know that I think about it, I guess I can see it. I must admit that I've seen a few on the bus that made me drool a little as well, but I wouldn't want to tell anyone, anyone but you that is gentle reader. Jenn seemed to like them, the pervert. Maybe I'll pick up a nice plaid dress.

I'm sure that you're dying to know, so yes, I did do a scene with Jenn. I bent over an elaborately shaped bench, which was quite comfortable, and Jenn had at me with her arsenal of pervertables. There was the spatula, the shoe horn, the small bread board, the incence stick holder. It was like she was using a whole garage sale on me.

It was a short scene. I requested that because it's the first time I've ever played in public and I'm a bit self conscious about it. I didn't want to get too carried away the first time out. Jenn offerred to bend over for me as well, but I declined, again because I felt a little self conscious.

Surprising, the best part of the evening for me was meeting some of the other people who had come out for the event. There are some gosh darn interesting and friendly people in the kink scene.

And in case you're wondering, yes, many of them do seem to be accountants.

Don't forget to check out my website.

Wild Weekend Worries

2005-09-23T01:43:00.000-07:00

This weekend Jenn is taking me to a fetish club. It’ll be my first time ever going to a public kink event. I’ve been planning to do so for ages, but it’s been hard to work up the nerve. I don’t know what to expect, or how people do things at fetish nights. I’m scared I’ll say something that sounds fine to me and totally offends someone else. You know how it is in subcultures. Each subculture has its own language and customs, and one must learn them before entering that subculture’s territory. I have been a responsible pervert, though, and read some SM Etiquette rules online. Go me!

I’m also shy about being in an atmosphere where people are potentially naked and potentially doing naughty things with each other. And, despite putting naked photos of myself on a web page, I’m really shy about being naked around strangers!

But at least now I know that I shouldn’t touch people or their toys without their permission, and that includes someone’s personal submissive.

So, the question is, am I going to be the submissive, or will it be Jenn?

I'm more of a Web Princess

2005-09-22T03:46:00.000-07:00

So I’m sitting here at my computer, feeling a little bleary-eyed and tired. I’ve been researching how to advertise and market my site all evening, and although I’ve learned lots of valuable information, I’m still confused on some points! This web mistress stuff isn’t quite as easy as it looks. Ha ha – I love the idea of being a Web Mistress. Maybe I can order Jenn to do some research for me, and to do all the tedious tasks like finding gallery sites to submit to. She makes a good service submissive when she wants to; she might like that.

OK, I’ve done enough work. I’m off to bed. I hope I don’t dream about toplists and blog directories all night long.

It’s somewhat ironic that I want a sub to help me find toplists.

See my top and my bottom too.

Interdepartmental Politics

2005-09-19T22:47:00.000-07:00

Wow, Interdepartmental Politics. Isn't that at sexy title for a sex-blog post.

I may have spoken too soon when I joyously exclaimed 'we're getting a library cat!' I guess by now I should know not to expect something to happen just because it's been agreed upon.

OK, I don't want to get into a big snit about all the details. The broad summary is that even though everyone in my department, the library, loves the idea of having a library cat, and even though there is absolutely no written rule or policy against it, it might not happen because of the "concerns" of another department. I won't say which one because their name doesn't give any clue as to who they are or what they do or why the heck they're even around.

I think that this may be turning into a bit of a snit after all.

Some of the staff from this other department sometimes use our photocopier. They don't have to use our photocopier. There are four other photocopiers in the school that they could use, but ours is the closest. Some of the staff in this department is saying that the library shouldn't have a cat because some people are allergic to cats.

Now get this, nobody in their department is allergic to cats. They are "concerned" because in the future they might hypothetically hire someone with a cat allergy severe enough to require them to have to walk up a flight of stairs to the second closest photocopier in the school.

I'd like to tell them to hypothetically kiss my bum.

Mistress and the Maid

2005-09-19T01:41:00.000-07:00

So a few days ago, I got to top Jenn. It’s not often that I do so. For starters, she’s so uber-dominant and I am a shy little mouse in a lot of ways. I’m more submissive than dominant, most of the time. She’s more into topping than bottoming. But sometimes, when the planets align just so, we’re both in the mood to switch up.

You see, despite being mostly dominant, Jenn is secretly a very good service submissive. It’s probably because she so orderly and efficient in most areas of her life. So, I had her over on Friday evening. I made her dress in an outfit that was as close to a French maid’s outfit as we could get (black skirt and apron) and do some fall cleaning for me. I also made her wear the cutest butt-plug with a feather duster coming out of it. Don’t ask me where I got it. She glowered a little, but despite all that, she did a great job. She vacuumed, she dusted my blinds, she cleaned my windows – you know, all the little things I struggle to find time to do.

However, she forgot to dust my CD collection, so I had to take her in hand for that one. Which means I spanked her over my knee. While she had to keep the butt-plug inside her. Good girl!

After that, she was twice as eager to please. She even organized my underwear drawer. Something tells me she enjoyed that task far more than she as supposed to.

When she was all finished I decided to reward her. I climbed up on my kitchen table and let her go down on me. After a rollicking good orgasm, I tied her to a chair with several pairs of silky underwear and fed her chocolate cake. I must confess, I deliberately smeared some on her face. I guess her evilness is rubbing off on me. Then I tickled her boobs with a non-anal, non-used feather duster, and then fucked her with it.

I like service submissives, heh heh. My place is so shiny and clean now.

Beat me, Bruise me, Snuggle me Silly

2005-09-15T23:10:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow I have a day off, so tonight Jenn came over to play, and she played me pretty hard.

She tied my wrists in rope coils and then tied the ends to a another rope tied around the head of my matress. Unfortunately, I don't have bedposts, but our method works pretty good. She tied me face down. Then she warmed me up with a rabbit-fur paddle. It’s a nice warm-up toy because one side is covered in leather and one side is covered in fur. It feels sooo nice when she runs it all over my skin, especially my breasts. So, anyway, she beat my ass and thighs with that for a while before moving on to the rough stuff.

Once I was sufficiently pinked up, she went at me with her long-handled metal shoehorn. That thing is evil! Sometimes I hiss at her when she takes it out, which also earns me a flick on the nose. Jenn knows where to find the best medical pervertibles. What’s a pervertible, you say? Well, it’s an ordinary, non-kinky object that you can use for BDSM play. But anyhow, this thing is long and metal and hurts like mad. Humph.

Jenn also caned me and paddled me some more and spanked me. When my poor bum couldn’t take anymore, she took out her hand-held electrical zapper and zapped me in very sensitive, vulnerable places. She is such an evil bitch! I told her that and she laughed with delight.

Finally, I had to safeword on her. In case you don’t know, a safeword is a special word that you say when you just can’t handle any more play. Jenn untied me and took me to her bed and snuggled with me. I whispered to her “I’ve had enough pain, but can I still be your little play-toy?” I was feeling very submissive, as you can tell. So she got me to give her a good licking, and after that she made me come with her fingers. Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms, very happy and content and beat out (har har).

Unfortunately, the darn phone rang half an hour ago, and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I wiggled out of Jenn’s sleepy clutches and started playing on the computer.

Hey, would you like to see me romping around half naked?

A Nice Relaxing Day

2005-09-14T15:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday after work Jenn picked me up and we went to our favorite park. We had a fabulous time eating muffins and drinking tea we’d picked up at a local coffee shop. We fed the ducks, only seeds, of course. I don’t know if you know this, but you shouldn’t feed ducks bread. It’s bad for their poor little digestive systems. Then I sat on the swings and Jenn pushed me. I love swinging. Every so often I’ll see a park and I’ll have to stop and sit on the swings for a while. I do it only when I have companionship, of course. Otherwise, it’d look weird to see a grown woman sitting on a swing by herself.

Then we went home and watched TV and made popcorn. I love nice low-key days like yesterday.

See me relaxing in my panties.

Jenn isn't always a bitch

2005-09-10T20:11:00.000-07:00

You know, I've been reading the archives of my blog, and it occurs to me that my girlfriend Jenn sounds kind of like a bitch sometimes.

I didn't mean for that to happen, and she's not really.

I just really like it when she dominates me, and she's sooooo good at it, so that's the kind of thing that I most often post about.

But, to be fair, I want to let you know that Jenn isn't always a big mean uber-top. That's a part of our relationship, but it's not the whole thing. She is most often very kind and gentle with me. She tells me that she loves me and we snuggle and cuddle. It's so sweet, that to be honest, sometimes I feel a bit nauseous. We try not to inflict our sacarine love on the rest of the world, but sometimes we're not successfull. Our friends roll their eyes at us a fair amount.

Yes, we know people besides each other.

So, anyways, I just wanted to let you know that, yes, Jenn is a big bad meaniepants in the bedroom sometimes, but not all the time, and outside of the bedroom she is usually the sweetest kindest woman I have ever met.

Besides, sometimes, not very often, but sometimes I am a big bad meaniepants to her. Sometimes I tie her up and spank her and sit on her face and make her lick my pussy and then don't let her come for an hour.

hhmmmmmmm, unfortunately, when I start to think about doing all those mean things to Jenn, somehow it leads me me thinking about her doing them to me.

Like right now. I think I'm going to give her a call.

See more nude pictures of me.

Library Cats

2005-09-03T05:55:00.000-07:00

I'm actually very happy today. My big news is that the library I work at is going to get a cat. It was my idea! I came across a website with pictures of library cats from all over the world.

I absolutely love cats. And I'm going to get to pick one out. Of course I will want everyone's opinion. It won't just be my cat. It will be the library cat. I was up late last night thinking of possible names. If it's a boy cat I think we should name it MacDuff, and if a girl, Desdemona. I know, those two are from different plays, but I don't particularly care for Othello. He's so jealous and hot-headed, not the kind of guy I would want to be with. I do like Lady Macbeth, but if we called her that everyone would just call her Macbeth for short, or Lady.

Want to see some library cats? You should go to the same website I went to:

http://www.ironfrog.com/catsmap.html

And don't forget to visit my little website.

I'm a little sad today.

2005-09-01T21:57:00.000-07:00

I'm a little sad today.

If you read my diary, you can probably tell that I'm deeply in love with Jenn and that she makes me very happy because she's so wonderful. But sometimes, ironically, Jenn being wonderful makes me sad about somebody else.

That somebody else is my ex-girlfriend. We've been apart for a long time now. I'm mostly over her, but sometimes she pops into my head. Sometimes it's because I see something that reminds me of her. Sometimes there doesn't seem to be any reason at all. It's very frustrating when that happens.

Anyways, she was my first serious long-term relationship. I loved her and she loved me and in the beginning it was wonderful, but for the last year of our relationship, things were really not wonderful. In fact, I was very sad most of the time. She wasn't very good to me, and honestly, when I look back, I don't really like that person that I became in that relationship either.

After we broke up, I thought that we could be friends, but that didn't work out. It just hurt to much, and she continued being not good to me, but in a different way. So I cut her out of my life. It was very hard to do, but it was the right decision, and I know that.

I'm never going to see her again, partly because it would be too hard, and partly because she would probably be not good to me again. And I don't need to see her. I'm happy with my life and I'm overjoyed with my girlfriend and my ex is in my past and that's where she's going to stay.

But sometimes, I have daydreams about seeing her, running into her on the street, having a cup of tea, listening to how she's worked hard to change who she is and is in a relationship with someone who she can love without hurting. Sometimes I have daydreams that she tells me that she's sorry and knows that she was wrong, and I tell her that I'm sorry too for the things that I did, even though they weren't as bad as what she did. Sometimes these daydreams become very detailed and seem quite real, and sometimes they make me cry.

Like today, they're making me a little sad.

Dance Dance Dance

2005-09-01T01:51:00.000-07:00

Can you dance?

I can't dance, not normally. For some reason I can dance with Jenn, and I'm not just talking about the kind of dancing you do when you're lying down. Sometimes Jenn and I put on some old swing music and we swing dance. Of course, it's not really swing dancing. We just kind of twirl each other around. If we're still only on our first glass of wine, sometimes we manage to do that under the arm twirl thing. I usually go under the arm because Jenn is taller than me. When I try to spin her under my arm, I usually hit her in the forehead.

Anyways, when it comes to dancing, Jenn and I are a perfect fit. Well, actually not a perfect fit, but as close to perfect as I'm likely to find.

See me nude.

Lesbian Bar

2005-08-31T03:18:00.000-07:00

This weekend, Jenn and I went to a lesbian bar. It was a little weird for me. I'm not exactly 'out.' That is, I don't really try to hide who I am. I certainly don't lie when asked a direct question, but I don't really go out of my way to be part of 'the community.'

As such, when I do find myself among 'my people', I tend to stick pretty close to Jenn. She didn't seem to mind me snuggling up to her at the bar and nuzzling her neck all night. One of things that I admire about Jenn is that she is so good and making me feel secure in a crowd while also being social with other people at the same time. If it wasn't for her, I'd probably never talk to anyone. I'd just hide in the corner like a shy little mouse.

Jenn talked and giggled and flirted with all the girls. She's a shameless flirt actually. And the things she says; I couldn't imagine myself being as bold as she is. Bold, downright trampy actually. By the end of the night she had told each and every one of her friends exactly when and where and how the three of us were going to have a menage-a-trois.

I don't expect any of them to show up, but I think I'll double check all of the batteries in Jenn's vibrators just to be safe.

You can see me 'out' of my clothes at my little website.

Not a Cavegirl anymore

2005-08-26T02:08:00.000-07:00

This week, I finally learned how to add links to the links section of my blog. It seems that I'm the last person in the world to learn about this Internet stuff.

But that's OK. I knew that it was going to take a while to get on my feet, so I can wait a while and learn for a while before becoming a web master or web mistress, or whatever I’ll be when I know what I’m doing. I hope you can bare with me (get it?) as I try to drag myself into the twenty-first century. By the way, are we ever going to think of a name for this decade, or is it just going to be the new millennium until 2020?

Personally I suggest referring to it as the aughts, as in, I met your great-grandfather while prospectin’ back in aught one!

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I'm a Sexy Kitty

2005-08-23T01:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I am a kitten.

I play with a big ball of yarn. Of course I get all tangled up in it and Jenn has to untangle me and stroke my hair until I purr.

Sometimes I wake Jenn up by nuzzling her neck and purring in her ear.

Sometimes I curl up at Jenn's feet while she's working on her computer or watching television. Sometimes I'm a good kitty and I wait until she's ready to pay attention to me. Then she pets me and we play with string and she tells me that I'm the nicest sweetest kitty in the whole world.

Sometimes I'm a bad kitty and I don't wait for her to pay attention to me. I get impatient and I swipe at her with my claws until she wacks me with a rolled up newspaper. Then I hiss at her.

Of course, to show me that it is unacceptable for kitty to his at Miss Jenn, she forces me over her knee and and spanks me until I howl and whimper. That's my way of telling her that I'm ready to be good, for a while.

Sometimes when I'm Miss Jenn's kitty, we just nuzzle and cuddle and play. I really like it when we play with string and when Miss Jenn puts out a bowl of cream for me to lick up.

Sometimes when I'm Miss Jenn's kitty, she takes off her panties and has me lick her with my rough little kitty tongue. We both pant. She tells me that I'm a good kitty, a very good kitty, but I'm not all good and sweet. After I while I get excited and I start to feel like a ferocious jungle cat. When that happens, I make loud growling noises to let Miss Jenn know that I could devour her anytime I wanted. I think that Miss Jenn likes that, because she always comes really quickly after I turn into a jungle cat.

Then we curl up and snuggle together. I fall asleep knowing that my mistress loves me and that I'm her favorite pet in the whole wide wild world.

meow!

kitten's website

I'm very nervous

2005-08-21T18:27:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about going on the Internet for a long time, but now it's really happening. I'm very nervous. I'm afraid that somebody is going to recognize me. I'm worried that my parents are going to find out what I'm up to. What if I run into someone on the street and they know it's me? What would I do? Would I lie and say it's not me? Would I say it was and then just walk away? What if my boss sees this? Am I going to get fired? There's a lot to worry about.

And the biggest worry of all I guess, is what if it doesn't work? What if nobody wants to look at my little site? I'm sure lots of people will look at the samples, and maybe some will read my diary, but what if nobody thinks I'm interesting enough or pretty enough to look at my pictures every week? Then I'll be taking this big chance and I won't get anything out of it.

But that's a lot of what-ifs and worries. I am doing this. I'm strong enough and brave enough to take a chance. I think I'm pretty and maybe, no probably, somebody else will think so too. And if somebody recognizes me I'll just say 'So what? I'm not doing anything bad. I'm not hurting anybody. It's my body and they're my thoughts and I'll show them off if I want to. So there! Blah!!'.

Well, I probably wouldn't say it just like that. It's so much easier to be strong and brave when you’re sitting at a computer wrapped up in a cuddly blanket and holding a teddy bear.

Vanilla can be Kinky too

2005-08-21T03:57:00.000-07:00

Here's another picture that Jenn took without warning me. The Jenn, she's quite the talented photographer. She always manages to get my good side.

Unfortunately, I don't have anything kinky to tell you about today. Today was rather like vanilla icecream.

But....

That ice cream was gellato!

Have you ever had gellato? It is the best ice cream ever! I'm sure that I'm the last person in the world to know this, but gellato is a kind of Italian ice cream. It is incredibly rich and sweet and thick and delicious. Every tiny spoonful gave my tastebuds backflip orgasms.

You eat it with a tiny spoon, because if you used a regular sized spoon your head would pop off.

I hope that I can find a market that sells it. I'd love to lick it off of Jenn's nipples. She doesn't really like cold on her nipples, but if I tie her to a chair she won't be able to stop me will she?

Heh heh heh.

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I'm a Strap-on Slut!

2005-08-20T06:24:00.000-07:00

Last night I went over to Jenn’s place, as she ordered. When I came in she was dressed in thigh-high lace-up leather boots with four-inch stiletto heels and a strap-on. ‘Take your clothes off and kneel down here,’ she ordered. I obeyed. Jenn spanked the rubber dildo lightly against my cheek. ‘I’m going to fuck you with this. But first, I want you to suck it like a good little cocksucker.’ I wet my lips and took the dildo into my mouth. It had such a yummy rubber smell. ‘You call that a blowjob?’ snapped Jenn. ‘Suck it hard, bitch!’ She grabbed me by my hair and shoved the dill deep into my mouth, nearly gagging me. It’s a good thing I have a decent gag reflex. She fucked my mouth for several minutes, hard and slow and deep. That bitch. I’ll get her back somehow.

‘OK, now I want you to stop sucking my cock and lick my pussy instead.’ I nodded and started licking her clit. Jenn has such a delicious pussy. It’s rather like a sweet fruit. I circled her clit with my tongue, and then started to lick up and down really fast. Jenn started to breath heavily and rapidly and ground her clit against my tongue. ‘Good girl,’ she murmured. When I glanced up, I could see her stroking her cock. That got me so hot and wet I started to finger fuck myself.

Jen pulled my face up by my hair and slapped me, hard. ‘What are you doing?’ she demanded. ‘Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you? You horny little slut.’ Holding onto my hair, she forced me to crawl to the couch on my hands and knees. Jenn bent me over the sofa with my ass in the air. ‘Do you want my cock?’ she asked as she put the tip of the dildo against my pussy. ‘Yes, Mistress’, I told her, ‘I really want your cock!’

She slid the dildo into my aching pussy, slow and deep, tantalizingly so. ‘Faster, please’ I begged. Jenn slid her nails down my back and dug them into my ass. ‘As you wish, slut.’ She fucked me hard and fast and deep and savagely, until I screamed her name over and over again.

After my orgasm, she got me to lie on my back on the floor and she rode my face while I tried not to turn into a puddle of happy goo. When she came, she pulled my hair so hard I thought I was going to faint.

We went to bed and snuggled before passing out, satiated and blissed out.

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Chick Flicks

2005-08-15T08:46:00.000-07:00

Last night Jenn came over and watched movies with me. We watched Heartbreakers and Boys on the Side. Jenn made fun of me because I cried at the end of BOTS. Well, heavens, someone’s lover died of AIDS! That’s pretty goshdarned sad. It especially hit me inside because the lovers were lesbians, and I thought about how sad I’d be if I were to lose Jenn. She should feel touched that I care so much!

Heartbreakers was a good laugh for both of us. We both quite enjoyed watching Jennifer Love Hewitt parade around in skimpy outfits with her breasts hanging out. That girl’s got a fabulous pair.

In other news, I am officially better now. Yee haw! Jenn has ordered me to go to her place tomorrow. She won’t tell me what we’re doing, but she says she has a new toy to try out on me. I can hardly wait.

See my healthy vitality at www.RonniGirl.com

Don't Spank Me!!

2005-08-13T15:53:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when Jenn is taking pictures of me to post on my website, she takes pictures that I don't even know she's taking.

Here's a lovely shot of me wearing my ratty old boxer shorts, bent over in the closet looking for a clean bra.

Isn't that sexy? Doesn't that just turn you on?

Don't spank me!

I’m feeling much less sick today. I was sick for a really long time there. But today my cough is gone, and I’m only mildly sniffly. Hooray!

Time to catch up on my email and run errands. This place is a mess, and I’m quite low on groceries. Life passes you by when you’re sick.

Sick as a Puppy.

2005-08-08T03:45:00.000-07:00

I haven’t been blogging much this past week. I’ve been really busy with work, and I have a cold as well. Every evening after work I drag my sick bum home and crash. Jenn’s been coming over with soup and juice and spoiling me. When I’m sick, I turn into a big baby, and it’s nice to be babied. Will post more when I’m feeling better and have more energy.

In the meantime, you can still see my bum here.

No Virgin for me : (

2005-07-30T02:44:00.000-07:00

If you read my diary three weeks ago, you’re probably wondering what happened with Jane, the Korean virgin that I thought was trying to get into my panties, or at least inviting me to try and get into hers.

To recap, I volunteer as an English tutor. I've been meeting with a Korean student named Jane for about eight months now. I know that Jane is a virgin. She told me that she always assumed that she would wait until marriage before having sex, but since leaving South Korea, she's been exposed to many different ideas of sex and sexuality.

She was late for a couple of appointments in a row and told that if she were late again she would buy me dinner. I don't know, maybe that's a common thing in S. Korea, but to me, it sounds like a way to get a date without actually saying that she wanted a date.

Well, she wasn’t late and has been consistently on time for her appointments.

Drat!

I don’t know if I’m more disappointed or relieved. On one hand, virgins are weird and I really don’t need one falling in love with me right now. My emotions are topsy-turvey enough because of Jenn. It seems like everyday Jenn has yet another perverted fantasy to act out with me. It’s a great adventure, but can be quite draining as well, in a psychological kind of way. So I really don’t need the task of guiding a virgin into womanhood on top of all of that.

On the other hand, I’ll admit that for that first week that I thought Jane was trying to start something with me, I masturbated four times while thinking about her. I imagined having her over, sitting on my futon with her and giving her a glass of wine, which she would feel almost immediately, since she is just a tender little thing. I don’t think I would try any seduction at all. I would just lean over and kiss her, running one hand through her hair and keeping the other one on her back to keep her from getting away. If she didn’t protest too much I would kiss her neck and behind her ear. I would squeeze her bum and rub her nipples through her shirt. I wouldn’t do anything rough with her. I’d be afraid of breaking her.

I’d get her clothes off as quickly as I could, but continue kissing her the whole time, to make sure that she didn’t change her mind. After getting her clothes off, I would spend some time on her nipples, kissing and licking them, maybe gently nibbling, but I would want to get down to her sweet virgin pussy as quickly as I could.

I would eat her like ice cream, savouring every gentle lick, starting down low and slowly running my rough kitty tongue up her labia until I was tickling her clit with the very tip of my tongue, flicking it back and forth.

I would make her come so good.

And then, it would be her turn to lick me. I would sit on her face and run my fingers through her dark hair. I’m sure that she wouldn’t really know what to do, but I would come anyways. The whole situation would turn me on so much. I would grind my pussy into her sweet little innocent face and smear my juice onto her tongue and into her mouth.

After I came, I would lie on top of her and lick my own pussy juice off of her lips.

Oh Lord, I really need to get myself off right now.

You can see my pussy at my website.

Shower Whore

2005-07-28T13:11:00.000-07:00

Sorry, there wasn’t a lot of kinky goodness in my last post. Sometimes I just feel like using my blog to let some stuff out, and besides, I can’t get up to kinky lesbian fun absolutely every day.

But I did write about Jenn licking me in the shower. Let me tell you about that.

Jenn and I sleep together (I mean sleeping) about four times a week on average. We don’t live together, but live close to each other. If you’ve visited my website, you’ve seen that I have a futon set up in my living room as well as my bedroom. The second futon is handy for guests and for me as well sometimes.

Sometimes Jenn is the cutest thing when she sleeps. She curls up into a little ball in the middle of the mattress. Sometimes though, she spreads out and hogs the whole bed, and sometimes snores as well. So when she keeps me up, in a non-fun way, I go and sleep in the living room.

Sorry, I’m getting off on a tangent, a bad habit of mine.

What I want to say is that when Jenn stays over at my place, or I at hers, it is so much easier to wake up in the morning, because we always shower together and during each shower, at least one of us gets a licking.

Jenn stayed over last night, and this morning I licked her pussy. Unfortunately, I don’t have a detachable showerhead, so I just had to use my clever little tongue. Jenn likes it when I make humming sounds while I lick her in the shower. She likes the vibration and she likes pulling my head against her so that I make sputtering sounds. She says that it makes her feel like I’m her submissive little water whore, which I guess I am.

The down side is that we have to get up a little bit earlier.
The up side is that we both go to work humming a happy tune.

Blue Shirt Photo

2005-07-26T21:04:00.000-07:00

Once again, blogger seems to have gone a bit wacky. To see my profile, links and archives, please scroll to the bottom of the screen.

I'm sure that the good folks at Blogger.com will have the problem cleared up soon.

*kisses*

Veronica

Growth Opportunity

2005-07-26T13:38:00.000-07:00

I’m a bit weary today. Jenn and I had a ‘growth opportunity’ last night, meaning that we had a fight. It was my fault really. I was very busy yesterday. I belong to a book club that meets on Mondays. This week it was my turn to host, so I had to do a fair amount of preparation before the ladies came over, as well as a fair amount of cleaning up after they left.

Well actually, as Jenn so kindly pointed out, I didn’t have to do much preparation, because our book club friends are very casual and wouldn’t have minded at all if I served simple snacks instead Mushroom & Cream Cheese appetizers. I’m just a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to hosting. Jenn was also kind enough to point out that I didn’t have to clean up right away, or so thoroughly.

I’ll admit it, I’m a kitchen fascist. I can’t sleep if I know that there is a dish in the sink.

So anyways, Jenn was annoyed with me, and I was frankly annoyed with her because she didn’t read the whole book – Romeo & Juliet, those crazy kids. I was particularly looking forward to discussing R&J with Jenn this week because, like all girls, I like to think that I’m in an R&J type relationship, without the suicide of course.

Jenn just kind of got by on what she remembered from high school.

Have I ever mentioned that Jenn went to a catholic high school? – So hot!!

But today, I’m not turned on, I’m worn out because, like girls, we couldn’t just discuss the situation, it had to turn into a hour of crying and stupid catty comments and apologising and forgiving each other and holding each other and then eating lots of ice cream.

So maybe it wasn’t my fault. I don’t know. I just hate it when Jenn and I 'grow'. Sometimes though, the makeup sex is pretty darn good. We didn’t really have time for that last night because we were up so late eating ice cream. I only got four hours sleep, but she did lick my pussy in the shower this morning, so I know she still loves me.

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Hot Paleolithic sex

2005-07-23T15:29:00.000-07:00

I just woke up from a long nap that I really needed. I’m at Jenn’s house. I don’t know if you know this, but I don’t have a computer at my place. I know that makes me like a cavegirl or something, but I know that if I have computer, especially and Internet connection at my place, I’ll never leave my home. It’s tough enough for me to drag myself away from the television set.

I’d like to be a cavegirl. That way, Jenn could find me I bathed at the edge of a pristine lake. I would run and she would hunt me through the tall willowy reeds. Finally, exhausted, I would collapse and she would capture me and drag me by my hair back to her cave. I would cower in the corner while she cooked a zebra on a spit. Then she would stomp over, grab to where I was trying to hide in the shadow and drag me onto the saber-tooth tiger rug by the fire. She would throw a hunk of thigh at my feet and I would timidly nibble at it, like a scared little mouse.

After she was done ripping all the meat from the zebra’s ribs, she would wipe her mouth on the back of her arm, kick the bones aside, and force me down on my back. She would straddle my face so that her cunt was pressed up against my mouth. Scared for my life, I would lick her cunt until she arched her back in an animalistic grunting orgasm.

Then, to show me how much she liked her new pet, she would turn around so that she was lying on top of me, again with her dripping cunt covering my mouth. I would lick her again, but she wouldn’t lick me. Instead she would fuck me with one of the femur bones from the zebra’s carcass.

We could have hot Paleolithic sex until the bronze age.

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The Evil Scientist

2005-07-21T13:42:00.000-07:00

Something strange has been happening with my blog lately. To see my profile, links and archives, please scroll to the bottom of the page. I'm planning to contact blogger.com about this if I ever have a free minute.

I had a fun and groovy evening last night.

Dr. Jenn dress out her kitchen table as a medical bed with a thin piece of foam, tight fitting sterile sheets and somehow she even duplicated the antiseptic smell. She hooked me up to a TENS unit on her medical bed and indulged in breast torture. She claimed that she was a scientist doing an experiment on how pain affects sensitivity in the female nipple.

It was a short scene, but I was thrilled because I got to go into a fairly intense subspace and stay there for hours.

Then we went out for tea and Jenn ordered me to flirt with every cute girl that I came into contact with. I carried out my orders as best I could. The only girl that we really had any contact with was the behind the counter when we bought our tea. She was cute, so I batted my eyelashes and smiled prettily. Jenn claims that she noticed and was flirting back, but I’m not sure that’s true. I think that Jenn is just trying to turn me into a slut.

Jenn and I got into a little bit of a catfight while we were sitting down. I made fun of her for putting tea in her sugar and she pinched the back of my arm. That really hurts! There are so many nice places that she could pinch me, but when I act like a brat, she always goes directly to the really painful spots.

She sat in my lap and tried to pinch my nipples, but I didn’t let her. I don’t really like to do public scenes, but sometimes Jenn gets me so worked up that I forget myself. Jenn loves public scenes. She wants to shock the world.

When we got home she got out her mini-flogger and did terribly mean things to me breast, AGAIN, and my nipples are still recovering.

I assure you, I hated every minute of it.

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Waking up the Neighbours

2005-07-20T12:45:00.000-07:00

Something strange has been happening with my blog lately. To see my profile, links and archives, please scroll to the bottom of the page. I'm planning to contact blogger.com about this if I ever have a free minute.

Yesterday after work, Jenn and I went to our favorite greasy spoon right around the corner from her place and had cheeseburgers, ice cream and other yummy yummy clumps of sugur. Now I have indigestion. I ate serious amounts of chocolate, fudge and brownies. With chocolate pieces and whipped cream. My stomach's turning over just thinking about it. *moans* Jenn had to finish my ice cream for me.

Today I got up an hour early and did tummy excercises. My tummy is getting quite toned. And the Kegel excercises are making me, er, dangerously tight. Jenn claims that she looses circulation in her fingers when I squeeze her :D

I have no shame.

In other news, Jenn's landlord, who lives downstairs from her, left a message on her phone asking us to please close the window when we're having S&M sex. The neighbors have been rather alarmed lately. They thought maybe domestic violence was going on.' *blushes*

We'll do our best to comply, but darnit, sadomasochistic sex just makes me holler with delight.

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What the #$%@&^

2005-07-19T10:52:00.000-07:00

Something strange has been happening with my blog lately. To see my profile, links and archives, please scroll to the bottom of the page. I'll do my best to fix this problem.

2005-07-19T09:28:00.000-07:00

Last night at Jenn's I got to be dominant! It's a good thing, too. Jenn has been telling me she's suspicious as to whether or not I'm really a switch. Huff. What can I say, Jenn is such a great dominant that it's difficult to not go into subspace when I'm with her.

What is subspace? I'm glad you asked. Here's an article about it. When Jenn puts me into subspace, sometimes just by stroking my hair, it's like a kind of hypnotism where I give myself over to her entirely. In that state of mind, it doesn't even occur to me to do anything toppy to her.

I think of it hours later, and usually say something like, 'You made me forget to top you, Again!'

Well this time was different. As soon as I arrived, and I tied her up so I could do fiendish things to her. I didn't even allow her to speak. I told her that she was a bad kitty and was going to be punished for it. It was fun. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to be dominant with a femmy chick. Though my ex preferred to describe me as bossy and bitchy. I guess I can be, when I have a riding crop in my hand.

I must remember to take my cue from Jenn and temper my bossy/bitchy streak with some sweetness. After all, 'It would make Mistress really happy' generally works better than 'Do it, now!' Of course, with my ex nothing worked because she was a stubborn little brat, and I don't mean that as a compliment. Passive-aggressive guilt-tripping works better than honest dominance, unfortunately. Whoops, I digress.

I didn't get very fancy. I spanked her for a long time with her long metal shoehorn. I love pervetables! Then I dragged her over to the bed, pushed her face down between my legs and made her lick my pussy. I made her stick her bum up in the air while she was eating me so that every minute or so I could wack it with her riding crop.

After I came, I untied her and stroked her hair for half an hour, telling her that she's my good kitty and I love her. Then I rolled her on her back, got on top of her, and we licked each other until we both came. I held back my orgasm until she started to come so that we could come together. I like it that way, with our arms wrapped around each others' waists and our heads buried between each others' legs. It's like we're one big squirming orgasm.

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I'm a Sci-fi Dork

2005-07-18T15:18:00.000-07:00

Well, sometimes I'm a Sci-fi dork. I've been meaning to get into D&D for years now. It's one of the items on my 'things to do when I have the time' list. That list is getting so long that soon it's going to require it's own filing cabinet.

Right now, I'm reading the Number of the Beast by Heinlein. In it, they wind up in the Land of Oz, in another universe. One of the characters meets a talking cat and it says to her 'You smell like a cat person. Make a lap, I'm coming up.' How cute is that?

What Kind Of Hentai Would YOU Star In?

2005-07-18T15:16:00.000-07:00

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2005-07-17T21:30:00.000-07:00

Today Jen came to visit me between classes/during her lunch break. She lured me towards a deserted corner of the library with the pretense of needing my assistance. I knew what she was up to, but I pretended to follow along. She pulled me behind a book stack, hissing ‘Stand still and make sure no one sees us!’ I kept my eyes focused on the space between the books and the top of the shelf in front of me.

Jenn pressed herself up behind me and slid her hands over my breasts. She rubbed her thumbs lightly over my nipples and started to glide her tongue all around the outside edge of my ear, making her shiver. She blew lightly in my ear and then took my earlobe between her teeth and sucked on the edge of it.

God, that woman has the sharpest teeth! She rolled the bottom of my lobe between her teeth and then slowly began to pinch my nipples. She’s the devil. She knows I have a goshdarn hard time being silent when she’s doing nasty things to me. She pinched my nipples harder and harder and harder until my eyes started to roll back in my head. I nearly bit through my lower lip trying to be quiet.

“Are you my little slutty librarian?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded. “Then put your fingers in your panties and touch yourself for me”. I obeyed her, rubbing my damp clit in circles. She continued pinching my nipples, alternating between soft and hard. “Filthy whore,” she whispered. Being called nasty names really does it for me. I came with a restrained gasp.

She turned me to face her. “Good girl.” She smiled and stroked the side of my face. “Now, take your hand out of your panties and clean your fingers.” I slid my hand out of my panties and slid my fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. Jenn smiled.

“I want you to come over to my place at 7 tomorrow night. Now straighten yourself up and get back to work.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

I hope none of my coworkers comment on how flushed I am. I hope no one asks me why I can’t stop grinning.

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2005-07-14T18:02:00.000-07:00

Every week my girlfriend Jenn comes over and takes pictures of me for my website:

RonniGirl.com

Sometimes she takes pictures that I don't even know about, like this one that she emailed me.

That little bugger.

Last night I had five orgasms in less than 20 minutes. I guess being a little schoolgirl in Headmistress Jenn's class works even better than being in Miss J's class.

Maybe it was the new frilly petticoat a Jenn gave me for being such a good girl. Funny how wearing extra underwear makes you feel naughtier than skipping underwear, eh? Maybe it was being called a good girl repeatedly. Whatever it was, I came 5 times in a very short period, and that's never happened before with one person. It happened once in a foursome, but hey, it's three other people working on you!

Jenn's strutting around feeling like Wonder Woman right now. She's going to be insufferable for the next couple of days, I'm sure. Hey Miss! I'm sure the new Kegels have something to do with it too! :P

Under my Skirt

2005-07-13T23:53:00.000-07:00

Today I wore a cotton petticoat skirt under my skirt. I felt extremely naughty all day.

Why? Maybe because it was hanging a little below the skirt hem. Maybe because wearing extra underwear makes me aware that there are extra layers of clothing to get through on the way to the fun parts. You know how wrapping a present in several layers of paper makes it more fun to unwrap? *grin* Maybe it's because it's such a little girly skirt, with lots of ruffles, and white and innocent.

Jenn really liked it too. I went over to her place after work and showed her how extra naughty I can be.

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The in your pants game

2005-07-13T14:39:00.000-07:00

Take the first 20 songs that come up randomly on your player and add the words 'in my pants' to the end of the song titles:

1. Meditation in my pants - Sophie Mutter
2. I Feel Love in my pants - Depeche Mode
3. Boys of Bedlam in my pants - Steeleye Span (my goodness *blush*)
4.She Blinded me with Science in my pants - Thomas Dolby (LOL)
5.Mist of Avalon in my pants - Unknown (You know sometimes you just don't feel fresh)
6.Mercyground in my pants - Unknown
7.Home in my pants - Depeche Mode
8.Wild and Untamed Thing in my pants - Rocky Horror Picture Show
9.To a Teacher in my pants - Leonard Cohen (I have had some crushes)
10.Silence in my pants - Sarah MacLachlan (Be quiet down there!)
11.Tell Me Ma in my pants -
12.There for You in my pants - Leonard Cohen
13.Particle Man in my pants - They Might Be Giants
14. The Witch in my pants - Stevie Nicks
15.Strangelove in my pants - Depeche Mode
16.I Was Born About 10 Million Songs Ago in my pants - Stephen Brust
17.Winter's Glade in my pants - Jed Silverstar
18.Mirror Mirror in my pants - Stevie Nicks
19.Home for a Rest in my pants - Spirit of the West

and finally

20. In May, that Lusty Season in my Pants - Libana

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A virgin wants me.

2005-07-11T15:13:00.000-07:00

I think that one of my students is hitting on me.

I volunteer as an English tutor. Most of the students that I work with are from China, Japan and Korea. I also get to meet people from other parts of the world. I think I've met at least one person from every country on the planet. I really love tutoring. It's kind of like taking a world cruise without having to go anywhere. I'm one of those chickens who dreams of travelling, but will probably never actually go anywhere.

I've been meeting with a Korean student named Jane for about eight months now. Jane isn't her birth name. Many Asian women take on English names. It's far less common with Asian men for some reason.

Jane and I have had many personal conversations. It's pretty common for me to develop personal, if superficial, relationships with students. I know that Jane is a virgin. She told me so last week. We were talking about how as she grew up she always assumed that she would wait until marriage before having sex. That's just the way it is in her culture. But since leaving South Korea, she's been exposed to many different ideas of sex and sexuality.

She knows that I identify as bisexual, even though for all practical purposes I'm really a lesbian. My students often want to talk about my other-than-hetrosexuality. For many people, I'm the first non-hetrosexual they've ever met. Usually though, the 'yes, I really really am one' conversation doesn't last for very long. The students are dedicated. They want to talk about English.

With Jane though it's different. It seems that she keeps steering our conversations back to sex. I'm not sure if it's a signal or not. Today she was late for our appointment and she said that if she was ever late again she would buy me dinner. I don't know, maybe that's a common thing in S. Korea, but to me, it sounds like a way to get a date without actually saying that you want a date.

My prediction is that next week she's going to be late.

I'm flattered, and yes, I have a thing for Asian women, and yes Jane is a tastey little morsel. But really, a virgin? I don't know if I could bring myself to do it.

On the other hand, I see an opportunity to have a cute little Asian doll lick my pussy, and an opportunity like that doesn't come along very often. I'm sure that I have that opportunity. Even if Jane isn't trying to hit on me, I'd probably be successful if I hit on her. You know, sometimes you just know these things, you just know that a girl would do you if you pressed it a little.

Oh, little virgin Jane, what am I going to do with you?

By the way, in case you're wondering, yes I do have a girlfriend, Jenn, but I wouldn't be cheating. Jenn and I date seperately and sometimes together. Jenn doesn't think that I should deflower Jane. Jenn is a very responsible pervert. I love her for it, but it's infuriating sometimes.

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