tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51901172011-07-30T16:54:10.177-05:00The inside of a dirty mind is a surprisingly happy, sparkling place. <br> * Warning * Adult Content * <br> All Writing <b>Copyright Screamer 2003-2009</b> - All Rights Reserved. Don't even <b>THINK</b> of using any of this without my written permissionJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.comBlogger6651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-8234100679391583232010-07-13T21:06:00.000-05:002010-07-13T21:06:18.816-05:00

I went ahead and got Season 2 of Secret Diary of the Call Girl from Netflix this weekend. I wasn't sure how I felt about the first season, but the second season has really good so far. I feel a little more endeared to Belle this season, and when her new boyfriend (played adorably by Callum Blue who was also in the Tudors) found out about her ... job.... I held my breath while he read her the

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I've been thinking a lot about dominance and submission lately. Not necessarily the flogging/cropping/clamping end of the spectrum, but more the mid-range bondage and dominance end of things. Part of me misses that aspect of my life.  A lot.  And part of me is not sure if I really miss it, or if I miss the idea of it. Last time I was at the bookstore, I picked up a copy of "Yes, Sir", an

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I got my hair cut recently. I went back to my original stylist after trying another one here in town.  I got seriously bored with the long blonde straight thing, so I went in with a picture and after a long discussion with her, we picked an avenue to traverse.  She took about 3 inches off the back and gave me some shorter layers on the sides and top.  I was thrilled with the way she had it

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You know, for a lot of years, I thought an orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm.  I think everyone does, until they start to experience the differences, or at least, stop rushing through to the finish line and *feel the differences. As it turns out, for several years now, I've had a few major kinds of orgasms.  G-Spot, clitoral, and vaginal. (which may or may not be a combination of the two) I

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In continuing with my theme today: skimpily dressed at home, I decided to stare at the mirror (something I am *not* used to doing) and find some things about myself that I like. Beyond my eyes and lips and long legs, which are long standing favorites of mine, I'm not able to add a few more. I like my shoulders.  My collarbones are exposed but not to an extreme amount. My neck is long and thin,

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 So, while I was down south on vacation, I spent a few days with a friend.  He took me to an Adam And Eve store at my request. My rabbit and a few other of my toys came from their online store, and since they're based in that area, I thought it might be fun to go cruise through. It was. And you know, toy shopping with another person is always more fun *grin. I've often wondered what a glass

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Today when I finally got around to getting dressed, I opened up my closet and looked for something ... different.  Typically when I'm sitting around the house and not planning to go out, I'll throw on a TShirt and shorts or sweats or my yoga pants and call it a day.  Sometimes, I'll put on a bra.  Sometimes not.  Today, I grabbed a black camisole/tank with a built in bra. Not something I would

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I believe that every woman - and even some men - should have at least one thing in their closet that makes them feel absolutely drop dead abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. I have one.  I have the night shirt to the right (except mine is red, of course). When I put it on, I feel fucking sexy as hell and I can look at myself in the mirror and not cringe at imperfections.  My legs look fabulous, my

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I heard about this series when it was still in production, and I got excited about it.  I was such a huge fan of The L Word, and the same producers are handling this series. The Real L Word is about a group of real lesbians in LA.  I've seen the first episode, and enjoyed it very much. One particular line from the first episode hit me hard enough to write it down: "Lust is easy for me.  Love

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So, I almost killed this blog today.  There's so much baggage and so many old posts about things that have no bearing in my life anymore than I really struggled with this decision. But I think maybe I'll just start writing again.  I know it's been awhile.  I have not been able to wrap my head around it in recent months, but for the last few weeks, I have been really wanting to, so on this long

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The clitoris has the most nerve endings of any body part in the male or female. 8,000, give or take a few. The head of the penis?  Only 4,000. /smirk It's good to be the girl ~

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...and back away slowly.   Did you know that Kellogg's Corn Flakes  were originally created to prevent masturbation? I was never a fan of those dry, tasteless things.  Now I know why.

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It's been a bit.  I have been working too much and being utterly and completely .... quiet when I haven't been working.  Tired, I guess. This year has been a bit tiring... But I'm back :)  Last night, I finally got around to watching American Swing, a movie about Plato's Retreat in New York City in the 70's and early 80's.  This was an interesting, and often funny look into the swing culture

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A week ago Monday, one of my best friends passed away unexpectedly.  Not only had she and I been close for 25 years, but I am the godmother of her two oldest sons and she is the closest thing I have ever had to a sister (including my biological one). The news of this took awhile to sink in, but once it did, I was devastated. So, no.  I've not really been in the mood to write much.  I am feeling

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This made me laugh out loud: NCIS Season 4, Episode 22: "You know, I realize there are three billion men in the world and they don't all have to want me but you should want me." I'll come back to that when my mood improves.

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Piece of Flair on Facebook is the wisdom for the day: "Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option."

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For the last two seasons of QaF, they changed the theme song.  I have to admit, I like the second one better. I'll also be the first to admit that until I looked it up on Google, I couldn't understand what they were saying (singing), and I kind of thought it was "Have the balls to begin." Turns out, it's "Cue the Pulse to Begin" I like mine better :( I like the idea of some theme song telling

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Things I miss about having a regular sex partner: Waking up in the middle of the night, rolling over and finding a hard cock with my sleepy hand that inspires me to do something about it. I miss the smell of a man in my house.  I know all the jokes about how men smell, but there is a distinct scent -- pheromones maybe, I don't know -- that I miss when I'm not around a man for a long period of

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From "How to Make Love Like a Porn Star" by Jenna Jameson: "For once, I was dating a guy who focused one hundred percent of his attention on me.  I was confident that he loved me and, even better, he allowed me to be in charge.  I learned an important thing about dating; The person who wants the least amount of commitment in a relationship is the one who holds the reins." This is the book I've

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...what you're going to dig up in the bottom of dresser drawers. So, I ordered a couple movies. Okay, so it was four.  Okay! Fine! Geez! Then I got to trying to remember if I had anymore stashed in the house, and I remembered seeing a few in my bottom dresser drawer - aka Home of The Lingerie Obsession - so I went to check. Nina Hartley's Guide to Alternative Sex, which in this case means

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I'm really enjoying Jenna Jameson's biography, that I wrote about a few weeks ago.  It's a very frank and graphic look into the adult industry.  I will admit that at several points in my life, I wondered what it would like to be a porn star.  I've always been a big fan of written and visual erotica, even though right now I can't remember the last time I actually watched a movie or even a

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I found a great documentary series on VH-1 Classic yesterday called The Seven Ages of Rock.  I didn't get to see all of it, but I did see 3 or 4 episodes.. one of which featured Stadium Rock, and Bruce Springsteen. I like old Springsteen (Rosalita, Cadillac Ranch), but I'm not a fan of his 80's + music (its all right, I'm just not gaga over it), including the Born in the USA album.  But as I

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Queer as Folk, Season 5, Episode 10 Debbie (Sharon Gless), mother of one of the main gay characters, after her son is hurt in an explosion at a club: "As you know, I've always been a good Catholic girl.  Even though when it comes to gays and abortions, I think they're full of shit" Me too, Debbie.  Me, too. Well, okay, maybe not so good, and maybe not so Catholic anymore, but I can

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One of the books I had in the car in the last month was a book about the Laws of Attraction.  I've read a few books along this line, including The Secret over the last several years.  I find this way of living very attractive (no pun intended) to me, and have managed to put a few of the principles into action in my life (gratitude being the main one) but I've never been able to take that final

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After watching the True Hollywood Story about Jenna Jameson a few weeks ago, I decided to pick her book, How to Make Love Like A Porn Star.  It's become my "car book", and I've enjoyed it so far. This isn't a sex manual, as the title portrays.  It's an autobiography.  Maybe there will be some how-to's later *grin One thing that struck me most so far was Jenna's Ten Commandments.  These ten

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I don't enjoying dusting and vacuuming.  I might enjoy it more wearing one of these *grin I've seen a male version of this.... it could be very cute on the right guy. Maybe I need to do some hiring .... a houseboy might be fabulous.

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I'll admit it. I Facebook.  (And, I use facebook as a verb, too! I'm such a rebel). It's a great way to re-connect with people from your past and to keep up with people in your now.  There are games and quizzes and all kinds of stuff to keep you occupied and fill time that you should be doing other things in, but you feel like wasting time. One of my favorite little applications is called "

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If only it were this simple. I do think lust is good for you, in most cases.  Physically, emotionally, mentally.  I think keeping our sexuality working like a finely oiled machine makes us healthier overall.  Even if you aren't having sex, if you're fantasizing and you're masturbating, your wheels are getting greased...so to speak....more often than folks who don't. Don't get me wrong; I think

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I was up too early, and immediately thinking about a work project. This does not bode well. I did some gaming (trying to get finished with the things) and made one batch of soap. Now I'm wondering what to do with myself.  This picture reminds me of the old-school Frederick's Catalog -- before they had real pictures, and mostly had drawings. It's nostalgic. I'd never be able to get away with

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I spent last weekend with my gaming friends at a 3 day house party.  I had a fantastic time, as I always do out there.  Good friends, good food, good drinks and good times. Something happened Saturday night, early on, before anyone was too loaded *chuckle*.  There is always a lot of heavy innuendo going on at these parties -- most of us have known each other for quite awhile and we're all very

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In the last 2 weeks, I've worn three pink shirts. To a normal person of the female persuasion, that's not odd. To me it is.  I have almost always had an aversion to the color pink.  I didn't like it.  I didn't want to wear it.  I didn't want anything to do with it.  I had physical reactions of a bad kind to it. That seems to have changed...... As I was getting ready to take off from Madison

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I took a little time away.  I needed it. I am basically a very happy person.  Even when I'm not happy, I can remain optimistic.  Most of the time. But lately, little things have been making me unhappy and in the last week, it occurred to me that I'm not sure what is actually going to make me happy. It's kind of a neat thing, to not know... and to have to start figuring out what it's going to

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As I've mentioned, I'm re-watching QaF seasons 1-4 in preparation for finally getting to see the final season of this wonderful series. I like this show, much the same way as I like The L Word.  Not only because they are about alternative lifestyles, and deal with sex in frank and 'in you face' ways, but because they deal with real people.  Even if the relationships they show are same-sex for

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-38316619139530790292009-10-10T18:51:00.000-05:002009-10-10T18:51:49.757-05:00

Queer as Folk, Season 3, Episode 6 "You certainly dream big." "Why not?  Doesn't cost anything." All I can say is.... Yes.

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I've had a good week, as I said last night.  Not an easy week.  Not necessarily a happy week overall.  But a good week nonetheless. I have re-focused.  I have taken back control.  I have allowed myself to step out of the little box I put myself in for reasons that only existed in the reality of my mind -- not in the real reality. Not only do I feel stronger, I feel healthier. I feel more

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So here's the thing. I'm stronger than all that.  I allowed myself to get mired down in the bullshit when all I really needed to do was get off my ass and take care of business. I'm 90% done with that this week. My divorce is filed again, the papers are safely on their way to the Sheriff's office where he is "last known to live", I've wrapped up some loose ends with my finances.  I moved

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I'm not going to post anymore emo bullshit on this blog. While it is my life, and it's part of what I'm dealing with, it does not belong in this blog. Maybe I'll start another emo girl one, maybe I won't. But this blog is about life and sex. And it's time I kept it that way.

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I haven't told many people this, and I certainly haven't written about it here, because I didn't think it was something I really wanted to discuss with the public at large. But it's kind of right in the front of my brain this weekend, and it's not something I'm ashamed of (surprisingly), so I figured I may as well say it loud so to speak. Middle of last month, I went to see a therapist.

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The episode after the "I'm Polyamorous" episode? The "I'm bixesual" episode. I've written enough on that subject.  I'm not going to write about it again right now. But it just struck me as funny. Monday is the new Sex Day. :) Then again, every day is sex day in my house :)

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On those nights when I should be writing or making soap or doing something else, and there's nothing on TV, I look for other stuff to watch. Tonight, I saw True Life on the TV Guide Channel and clicked info to see what it was about.  This is actually about the only thing on MTV that I'll watch.  I like most of the episodes I've seen.  And tonight's subject? Polyamory. Wow.  Seriously?

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I wrote about souvenirs awhile back. I do like to keep things that remind me of happy times. But in reading today (in the car at work), I realized something very timely, considering our current weather. I really really really have to let my leather jacket go. It's a wonderful keepsake from a very unhealthy relationship and while the jacket itself reminds me of happy times in some cases, the

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Pictures of wooden hairbrushes take my mind to being over the knee of some very sexy man, the brush in his right hand, his left hand pushing up my skirt. In my ear, he's telling me what a naughty girl I am, all the while, waiting for my wetness to spread across his knee so he can berate me for that, too.  Is that wrong? Oh who asked you.  It's not wrong.  It's hot. Go make up your own

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I'll admit it. If I'm watching reality TV on Bravo, I might be watching one of the Real Housewives franchises.  I don't care for the New Jersey one, and the Atlanta one is just okay.  New York is probably #2, but I enjoy the Orange County one. Last night, bored and unable to string more than 2 sentences together to write, I flipped over to Bravo and watched a couple of episodes from last

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Well, hello there.  Yes, actually, that was me an hour ago in the jeans and T-shirt, with my hair up in a ponytail, washing my car in the driveway, after I weeded the floor beds and swept out the garage.  I came in to shower while you were finishing up your car and I changed while you were in the shower. Sometimes, I need to be reminded of my inner girly-girl.  Sometimes, you do, too.

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So I'm flipping channels tonight, and I come across the E TV True Hollywood Story about Jenna Jameson. I was trying to decide if I'd seen it before .... Then, Tammy Bruce's uptight ass comes on my screen.  And I remember that yes.  I had seen this.  I am even less impressed with Bruce than I was 6 years ago. But never mind that.  I've already written about that. It got me thinking about how

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..........I am the rule. I am a unique person. But  I am not any more special than anyone else. I am basically a happy person, but I have been increasingly angry (with myself, I think) lately. I am grateful for what I have, but I long for more. I am...not that different from most people. But. There isn't anyone else like me.  I am mostly optimistic, silly, smart and sexy.  I'm affectionate but

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-26855996289744111272009-09-27T20:39:00.000-05:002009-09-27T20:39:51.427-05:00

No.  Stay right there.  That chair? That's for you to sit in.  You always seem to enjoy those scenes in porn movies where the girl plays with herself. I'm going to give you the live version.  I hope you're ready. Does the red on my nails contrast well with the black tops of the thigh high hose and my pale skin?  How does it look against the pink inside my cunt? Shiny nails against shiny lips..

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Don't make me beg. I want you fucking me. I want you fucking me right now. Yes, I know you l you like it when I beg.  You like it when I ask for more and more and more. You like it when you change my mind mid-stream.  You like it when I say no, but you know I don't mean it. But I don't want to beg now.  I don't want to have to ask.  I want you to give me what you know I want. And you know

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-6295868602468024372009-09-26T20:53:00.000-05:002009-09-26T20:53:35.716-05:00

I poured 60 votive candles today.  I haven't done that, I don't think, since I moved over to Sun Prairie 3 years ago. I've poured tarts and maybe a couple pillars and containers, but no votives. Of all the types, votives are the most time consuming, and take the most precision.  They're awesome, but they're a lot of work. I'm using up scents from the ADC days (when I had my business).  Some of

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I want this shirt. And I want these, too. I am in the mood today for what they advertise. I'm not sure why, but I am.  I need to feel something.  This is as good as anything else, right? Nice solid spanking followed by a nice sound fucking?  Hell, yes.  Order me up two of those.

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-21828015999759210662009-09-26T19:08:00.000-05:002009-09-26T19:08:36.825-05:00

It's so hot outside. I know we're supposed to go out tonight but wouldn't you rather just stay home and strip down in front of the AC? I know you're hungry.  I'm hungry, too.  But wouldn't you rather be home and cool than standing around waiting for our table? Having a nice cool drink and enjoying nice cool food in a nice cool house?  We could have a picnic in the living room and put in a sexy

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-43228259890589840892009-09-25T18:37:00.000-05:002009-09-25T18:37:27.264-05:00

Now, how did that door get open? I was so happy that you agreed to come shopping with me so I could buy something nice to wear for you and now the surprise is ruined.  Do you like them?  Do you want a closer look?  Come in, quick, before anyone sees you.  And close that pesky door. So now tell me.  Do you like them?  This is the first pair you picked.  Is that going to help you decide if you

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The TV is off.  I am not in the mood. I updated iTunes on the laptop.  I need music. Headphones into the laptop.  Loud.  Good. I have always had a very strong connection to music.  I played in all possible band configurations in high school and even wrote a little music.  I used to sing.  Lyrics will make or break a song for me; even if I like the music, if the lyrics suck, I probably won't

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-69216292574594405262009-09-22T20:36:00.000-05:002009-09-22T20:36:00.434-05:00

I'm sorry ... I tried to wait up for you.  I had such a nice surprise planned.  I thought about it all night while you were out with your friends, and tried to come up with the perfect outfit to wear...and now I've slept in it and it's ... Ohhh....that feels nice.  So the outfit is still all right? And you're not disappointed that I ... oh...don't stop...god that feels good.  Are you sure

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-73676348551913282772009-09-21T12:16:00.000-05:002009-09-21T12:16:29.409-05:00

You can't get upset at someone for behaving in such a way that you've previously allowed them to behave. Well, you can. But it's pointless and confusing.

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I'm sorry. You don't look happy.  Or are you in shock? Was I supposed to put on more under the coat?  You didn't specify that when you asked me to come pick you up at the office this late.  You just asked me to come get you and we'd grab something to eat. I have something for you to eat.  And I know you have something for me.   I know your office door locks.  Why can't we eat here first? I

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-5054827589338151862009-09-20T19:15:00.003-05:002009-09-20T19:17:27.047-05:00

One byproduct of me having been as overweight as I was, and spending several years with a man who was shorter than I was, and then spending the following 5 years by myself is that I have to re-learn how to walk in real heels again. I have a pair of 2" pumps, which I find very easy to walk in. I have a pair of 3" heels but they're a wider heel, not like the heels to the left.  They're black and

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So, last time I took a big ol' pile of "library inappropriate" material to Half Price Books I picked up this book How To Set His Thighs On Fire, thinking I was going to get a book jam packed with writing ideas (What, you think every inspiration for a post comes from my own experiences?  lol no.  Some, yes.  Many, yes.  All, no.)  . What I got was something very different. In amongst the

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The L Word season 6 comes out on DVD next month.  So I ordered Season 5 from Netflix.  Today, because I am feeling the need to get lost in something, and I didn't think 1 disk of Season 5 was going to provide the depth and breadth of 'lost' I currently feel that I need, I went upstairs and dug Season 4 out of mothballs and decided to spend the rest of my day watching these gorgeous (but

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Not the fear thing. But the fact that sometimes I think I need to be chemically altered.

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"People who live in fear need to be chemically altered." -- Californication, Season 2. I'd like to say this is why I don't drink very often. But I don't think that's the whole story

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Californication, Season 2.  One of the sex scenes in Episode 6 (I think).  The weird blonde chick under David Duchovny says Make me your bitch. I wrote that down in my little notebook I keep here by my chair for just such an occasion. I mean, what is it about that sort of stuff that just makes my breath stick in my throat? The scene was actually incredibly annoying but that phrase just makes

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I've said before that when I can't find anything else to watch on TV, I've taken to watching reality TV...something I used to dislike intensely. Bravo is one of my go-to channels for my reality distractions, and the home to a show called "Millionaire Matchmaker", hosted by Patti Stanger.  She drove me crazy for awhile, but she is entertaining (she yells at men when they treat women badly, it's

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(Picture: Nene Thomas.  The only faerie pictures I have ever been drawn to.) I read an awesome quote today: "What side of this boat am I supposed to be rowing on, anyway?" What's the problem, right?  You have two options! Pick one, and get on with it! Yea, not so fast. Options are good. But options are also tricky. You can over-think decisions.  I do that too much.  I'm trying to trust my

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One of the things the psychic said about me last Friday was that I have grown aggressive. And in some areas of my life, she's right.  But in other areas, she's not. ( she looks like she'd be aggressive in bed, doesn't she?  I like that look.  I like to look like that sometimes, too *grin) As a rule, I am not an aggressive person.  I become aggressive when there is ... something I REALLY

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I'll admit it.  I'm a souvenir kind of girl. The last couple of times I've stayed in a hotel with illicit activities as my intent, it was a place that had metal doors, and used magnets rather than those cute little 'do not disturb' signs that go over the doorknob.  I have two of those magnets on my refrigerator as we speak. One says "Later, please...".  The other, which I unashamedly stole right

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(Interludes? Pfft.  Short Skirts is more fun~) Really?  You're worried about my dress wrinkling? All right, I'll just take it off. Yes, I did have the garter belt and thong on at dinner.  No, I didn't tell you.  I had hoped you'd discover it on your own.  Having that little secret was fun. I'm full of surprises.  Don't you know that by now? Yes, my thong is a little wet. I told you.  I liked

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I'll be the one of the first one to say it: My submission used to come from a not-entirely healthy place. I say not entirely, because when I started in BDSM, I don't consider myself to have been mentally fit. I wouldn't say I'm fully there now, but I'd give myself an 85% at least --- and I'm still interested in being sexually submissive sometimes. I don't think the origins of it has changed.  I

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-81858097047731253362009-09-13T17:31:00.001-05:002009-09-13T22:16:53.240-05:00

No, this picture doesn't have anything to do with what I'm going to write about, but it's a hot little outfit and I thought perhaps since I have a not-hot subject to write about, this might help. It occurred to me sometime yesterday that I've always considered myself shy and a little insecure. And then this morning, when a friend said to me that he was shy, I said to him that often times,

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-4668376253880830702009-09-12T16:58:00.000-05:002009-09-12T16:58:45.833-05:00

Once a month or so, I get a new Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. Damn you, Frederick's, for bringing all these new temptations into my life. So much lingerie, so little occasion to wear it.  I mean, seriously.  How am I supposed to resist this stuff? I'm not made of stone.... There's so much more but I just can't post any more pictures without risking my bank balance.... Must....      ..

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Today, this is my distraction.  I'm re-watching Season 2 of Queer as Folk.  I still haven't seen the last season of this series, so I'm re-watching everything up until then before I do that. I find myself hunting for distractions.  Constantly.  Even at work, I'm doing 2-3 things at once to keep my mind from being idle. The psychic yesterday told me that my life is full of clutter.  She's right.

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-83531038823045236552009-09-11T22:11:00.000-05:002009-09-11T22:11:49.958-05:00

I did something today that I haven't done for several years.  I went to see a psychic. Now, if you don't believe in anything metaphysical, you might want to just skip this whole thing.  I personally have my skepticisms, but there is a lot of it I do put some stock in. I walked in, listened to her tell me not to speak during the reading (so that I didn't say something that lead her in any

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More wisdom from those beautiful cable series: Queer as Folk, Season 2, Teddy and Brian Teddy: Everyone has someone except me. Brian: The reason you don't have a boyfriend is because you don't want one.  Teddy: I don't? Brian: If you had one, you would challenge the well-established opinion you have of yourself as a worthless sack of shit that nobody wants.  Therefore, you go after guys who you

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-56800638050035384482009-09-09T19:04:00.000-05:002009-09-09T19:04:31.203-05:00

I've spent a great deal of time here lamenting my choices in underwear, but what I haven't really done is explore men's underwear, and my preferences. Sorry, gents.  The eye candy this time isn't for you... well, I guess that depends on your taste. First, let's get rid of this one. I am not fond of briefs.  Never have been.I mean, I guess they could be sexy on the right guy, but I'm just not

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-28281460516317698992009-09-07T15:57:00.003-05:002009-09-08T18:40:35.968-05:00

From Queer As Folk, Season 2: "That's what writers do.  We cut ourselves open and bleed all over the page." Damn.  No wonder I always wanted to buy stock in Band-Aids.

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These interludes are fun.It's not a commitment to write a whole story, start to finish. I don't seem to have the headspace to commit to that these days, much to my dismay.But the erotic ideas are still breathing and whispering in my head. And it's such a shame to not take advantage of that creativity and let it grow and cook.So these work.I'm glad something does.

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I got all dressed up to dance for you.You've done so many nice things for me lately that I wanted to give you a treat. Do you like my boots? Do you like the way the shirt ties in the front? Easy access for me so that I can tease you and slowly reveal my hard nipples to you. And the black panties...well, they match the boots. And they show you just enough of my ass that you'll be sure not to

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Are you sure you're tired?You really want to curl up and go to sleep? I can't convince you to play before?You'd sleep so much better if you came first. Let me take all that tension from you with my lips and my tongue.Do you need to be inspired? Sit down. Let me show you what I'm wearing. Let me put on my shiny black heels and walk around the room. Let me put my hands against this wall, and

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-11583463534733246632009-09-06T15:48:00.003-05:002009-09-06T16:01:21.611-05:00

I know you called and said you were coming to get me to go out to dinner.I know we're supposed to be meeting friends for drinks afterward.I know we haven't gone out for awhile.But I really want to stay in and spend some quality time with you touching me in a non-public sort of way.Will you be angry with me? Look at that pout. Look at those panties. How could you be be upset with me for wanting

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-58045791976269320702009-09-06T15:36:00.002-05:002009-09-06T15:43:08.328-05:00

She's so trusting....Look how she sits there, not fidgeting, not impatient, her hands on the bed, just waiting.And what are you doing, while she sits there so nicely?Are you watching her...waiting for her to break? Are you planning your next move? Are you making plans for her pigtails? Are you touching yourself? Do you want to be?You can almost hear her whimper, the longer she sits there,

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-82800533205410521632009-09-06T14:10:00.002-05:002009-09-06T15:36:13.107-05:00

So, in this post, I wrote the following:Maybe for once I want to be the center of attention; the one who gets fallen for; the one someone pines for, misses, wants more than 'just until something better comes along'.I was feeling a little down when I wrote that, to begin with. I refuse to edit it though because that's how I felt at that time. And frankly, part of it is very true, and something

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I want to seduce you.I want you to know what I want just by looking at me, but I want you to wait until I tell you by actions and words.I want you to let me tease you, tempt you, put you on the edge of your chair...or the bed...whichever...*smirkAnd then when you've had enough, I want you to show me what you want. Don't give me options, just show me.Seduction complete.And we both got exactly

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-62146070599078586842009-09-05T21:02:00.002-05:002009-09-05T21:09:41.709-05:00

You want to do what I tell you to, don't you?You want to watch me walk toward you in this little number and a pair of high heels, garter belt and hose... you want to go straight down to your knees when I put my hand on your shoulder without me having to push too hard, don't you?You want to make me whimper in pleasure and then you want to stroke your cock for me while I watch.Don't you?This

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09000023253833786948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190117.post-19954614824772772962009-09-05T20:55:00.004-05:002009-09-05T21:01:53.398-05:00

Ain't that the truth.....If I tell you I've been a very bad girl, can I have one?Spankings are almost 100% always sexual for me. But even when they aren't, they have a sexual component to them.So if you do spank me, be prepared for the onslaught of me wanting to fuck.You will want to fuck me after though. I promise/grin

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I know there are things that I can do to make myself look and feel better, rather than waiting around to be thinner to re-start my 'real life'.This (to the left) is one of them.Why don't I do this?It feels like cheating.I realize...I do... that for every day -- to work, other places, wearing stuff like this would hold the extra skin closer to my body and make my clothes fit much better. The

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The good: I've cut my calories to about 1200 a day for the last couple of weeks, and I'm actually starting to feel hungry again.The bad: Work has been ungodly stressful for the last couple of weeksThe ugly: I'm smoking too much the last week because of the stress. The plan: Cut the smokes back again, keep the diet going (except for the fact that I'm making a home-made pizza this weekend and

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Another quote from Californication that I wrote down... I don't have a post about this. I think it's just a very succinct statement that stands on it's own."I love you. I didn't say it to hear it back."Ahhh... if only it were always that easy.

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Maybe I'm tired of watching life from my window.Maybe I get tired of being a good girl.Maybe I get tired of doing the right thing all the time.Maybe I get tired of being strong and smart.Maybe I'm tired of being in control all the time.Maybe I'm tired of doing exactly what is expected of me.Maybe I get tired of being Little Miss Independent...Little Miss I - Don't - Need - Anything.Maybe I'm

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September is Be Kind to Editors and Writers Month.Keep that in mind *smirk*

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In the flashback episode (you know almost every series has to have one of these. I think they are required by law or some shit.) in Californication, Hank (the lead) and his ex Karen and breaking up. She's telling him about some guy she's designing a house for, and she's said she's been talking to the guy. Hank asks if she's fucked him, and she says:"You know me. The talking and the fucking go

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So, there is the Jill you know here.And that's most of me. The geek, the writer, the sex-ophile.But most people who know me only know one and a half of those things. I was lamenting that the other night when I realized that I can't post my blog updates on Facebook. I have gaming friends who would be probably be shocked out of their skin to know that I published a book of erotic poetry. That I

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(If your cable company has Music Choice available, and you're like me and like 80's metal, check out "Retro Rock". Since I'm not at my desk, this is my only option for music, and it rocks.)I mentioned awhile back that I bought a new vibrator -- a rabbit. I've had a lot of toys over the years, and enjoyed them all in one way or another, but this one is different.As I've said, I've read a lot of

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I have this little notebook that I keep next to the recliner. When something on TV strikes me as something I might want to write about, I write it in this book. I also jot down things that occur to me during the day and email them home, to be put into this notebook.The title of this post comes from my most recent series I watched (see previous post). The lead keeps referring to sex he had with

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Apparently, mine these days comes from series on HBO and Showtime.I started Californication Season 1 last night. I've been getting all of the series from those two channels and trying them on for size this year from Netflix. I wasn't sure I was going to like this one, but as it turns out, I really really do. First off, the main character is a writer (instant hit) that can't write (two points).

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I wish, sometimes, that I were more the kind of person who didn't think all the time. Frankly, I would give good money for a couple hours/days/weeks of pure brain-dead time so that I didn't have to.If I weren't thinking all the time, and could clear my mind like a normal person, I'd be able to write more. And I'd be able to take a chainsaw to the trees so I could see this fucking forest

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I have a whole list of topics for this blog. I have time in the evenings most nights to write in it. I am often inspired throughout the day, and send emails home to add new things to the ever-growing list.Do I write? No.I have a block, no question. Between internal dialogue so loud the TV can't even drown it out, and work, and my newly found soon-to-be-ex deadbeat, I can't seem to focus on

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My mom started calling me skinny over the last couple of years. I don't like it, because I certainly do not feel skinny. Am I smaller than I have ever been? Yes. I am no longer 'plus size'? Certainly. But skinny? No. Not even close.I have taken to saying that I am narrow, but deep *chuckle*According to the picture to the left, I am between the men's ideal and the women's ideal. I do not

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I finally got around to watching Cathouse earlier this month. I watched the first 2 seasons (well, season and a half) plus the original documentatry.I was intrigued for most of it, and made several notes during watching it of things I wanted to explore further by writing about them. All in all, I think it was a good time, and while there were several of the girls that irritated me to no end,

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Here's a quote from the book I was waxing about here: Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex ..."Strangely enough, the list of ingredients in semen look a lot like the label on a bottle of vitamin pills. Semen contains at least two vitamins: Vitamin C and Vitamin B12. It also contains important minerals, including calcium, potassium, magnesium, phosphorus and zinc. It contains two

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I'm almost afraid to write this here, because then when I finally do use it in some erotic fiction, it'll seem planned.But I read this phrase in the book I'm currently reading (Succubus Dreams from the Georgina Kincaid Series by Richelle Mead) actually made me get out of bed, and find a pen so that I could write it down. It struck me, right between the eyes, and I lay there, thinking about it

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