Breathtaking Eros

I seem to notice that lately, whenever I get annoyed or angry or whatever other form of the emotion, I get aroused. Is this why make-up sex seems to be so popular?

Whew, I’m back in my home state for the holidays. I had a pretty nice Christmas, and with my holiday money I might purchase myself some ben wa balls and nipple jewelry. I’m pretty excited for that!

Speaking of nipple jewelry, I wore my dress (!) when the boatload of people came out for Christmas dinner, and it was a bit clingy to the breasts and my oddly-shaped nipples were visible at times. I battled with kleenex to conceal it (as I can’t wear a bra with it, and my sticky nipple covers aren’t with me and they aren’t subtle either) but I don’t know how successful I was. So, either my relatives think that I have six nipples, that I have them pierced, or maybe they were all too ignorant to notice anything at all. I’m hoping desperately for the latter.

One good thing about being home… is the shower head. An extra-fun tool for masturbation. It’s got like, six different types of sprays on it. The hard single stream is the one that works for me, haha. Call me a she-devil, but a few years ago I bought it for my mom for Christmas, knowing full well I wanted to use it for myself. Well, our old shower head was just a normal one and was super old, anyway. Two birds, one stone, right? This was before I was old enough to buy a vibrator, but I took what I could get. I don’t remember my first attempt with it, but apparently it was successful eventually.

I always felt (feel) guilty about the water waste, though, plus it was awkward since usually my showers were quick. It takes a good half hour or more to get off with it. So as time went on, I hardly used the shower head. Of course, the orgasms are great. Even so, months would go by. And then it came for me to go off to college and I never had my “one last time” with the thing! Oh, tragic. Thanksgiving came and I came back home, but I never had the opportunity to do it then, either. Drat!

But no, now I’m home for a month, and I’ve taken advantage of it. Mmm, it’s nice. I forgot how nice it was, really. Unfortunately this morning it took me fourty-five minutes… but it’s okay, right? A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

I plant myself on the floor of the shower, click it once to the left, and have at it. As with the other methods, this one also must be handled differently. I don’t/can’t fantasize - it’s distracting. I don’t close my eyes, either. I don’t really think, but I do kegels and stare off into space. Yeah, basically I go into a trance. Complete with, er, drooling. That’s right. It’s so stunning that I drool on myself. I know I’m getting close to cumming when I see blue sparks in the water, or when I start to not be able to see the water at all, and when the sound of the water starts to get really loud. Okay, that sounds really weird. Maybe it really is like a trance, haha. And then I start to not be able to breathe, or rather it feels best to just hold my breath, and my legs get all twitchy (which is typically distracting in any other situation) and my body freezes and then.. wooooshhhh aaaaaahhhh orgasm. It’s like an avalanche of goodness. And then I get up, sway a little, clean up the wetness, and tenderly dry myself off and go on with my day.

Which I must go do, now.

P.S. Ninja comes home in just one week…!

Not too much of interest here in my sex life right now. I’m just very, very sexually frustrated! I went with Brat Roommate to some friend’s dorm and they decided to drink. Eh, why do they always resort to that? We were going to try out my new home-made Ouija board, but I cancelled those plans after this new development. They made jell-o shots, which I’d never had, so I had two of them. Not bad, but too strong. Everyone downed the rest of them in mere minutes, of course. I sat down and they started to play silly drinking games, and minutes passed before I started feeling very horny. Shit, man, are you serious? Shut up, clit. I’m trying to enjoy myself. But no, it would not cease its cravings. So yes, I left. And now I’m going to go masturbate. Because it is driving me nuts.

Having a sex drive blows when you can’t even enjoy daylight with your lover. Life is a bitch, I tell you. A bitch.

The past week or so I have been incessantly sexually aroused. I’d say considerably more than normal. It’s not, however, the sort of horniness that is satisfied by masturbation. No, I want sex. It’s the panty-wetting, down-to-the core craving that absolutely drives me nuts. I’ve been working on finals and papers the whole time, and I have to say that feeling so turned on all the time was simply annoying and distracting. It’s a shame. Shut up, clitoris. Shut up, vagina. Shut up, boobs. You’re getting nothing from anyone but me for the next three weeks at least, so lets make it easier on the whole lot of us and shut up. You’re depressing me. I’m hoping Ninja will be up for some sex when he comes back from holiday in January. I’m ravenous. Freaking ravenous.

And tonight I’m going to a formal party. That means that the dresses I said I never wear, I’m going to wear tonight. Fun, right? I’m pretty excited, my dress was cheap but looks nice. It would be great if Ninja were there to enjoy it with me. Enjoy… taking it off.

Man. I want to get laid. I feel so bad. But I really want his attention. I want it. I want it. I want it. I miss him.

However odd it may be, through all these years of masturbating I’ve never thought myself physically capable of handling two orgasms in a small amount of time. The least I would wait would be a few hours, no less than four. I just would get ultrasensitive and not want to touch myself anymore. By hand or vibe, it just wasn’t worth the shot. Multiorgasmic women? I’m not one of them.

But I made a breakthrough yesterday. I decided that my dwindling libido needed a jumpstart and I really wanted some endorphines. So I rubbed off an orgasm, was pleased. Brat Roommate was yelling at her psueod boyfriend on the phone in the living room so I made it quick. After the pulsing went away, I had a miraculous idea to try again. And so I did. I was amazed to find that I could handle it, and it felt all sorts of nice tingly. The orgasm itself was mediocre, but I am overjoyed that I’ve discovered this change in sensitivity. I also successfully lifted my spirits and had plenty of happy hormones running around my head. Which was good, because I was to need them. But that’s not something to write here.

It was one of the, or perhaps indeed the first night I slept at Ninja’s apartment. I slept fitfully as I’m not used to sleeping with another person and didn’t know he basically sleeps like the dead and could squirm around all I needed to. We were naked — I didn’t really partake in the joys of sleeping in the nude until this point. Anyway, he’d keep adjusting himself to me as I moved around. Too hot, too cold. It was sweet, and made me all the more warmer and comfortable. He’d even put his hand on my waist and things like that. Very nice.

I was finally in the fog of semi-sleep when I felt him move. He was on the outer side of the bed, and he moved on top of me. I was rather surprised to feel that he had an erection, which he slid between my legs. I was sleeping on my stomach, and raised myself to him. By this time I was pretty awake again but was delighted to partake in the 3am sex. I was wet in an instant. You call can piece together what happened, of course. He said later that he woke up and found himself making advances, haha. I’m glad he went with it.

I read of many women complaining about their boyfriends or husbands doing such things in the wee hours of the morning. I guess I’m abnormal, because I found it incredibly hot and I certainly wouldn’t mind if it happened again.