Archive for November, 2008


Breaking all the rules (but she was 4 minutes early)

November 21, 2008

I’m living from weekend to weekend these days – work funds all the little dinners, metro cards, and stuff I need to make my weekends as sexy as possible. Although my current unforeseeable lady issues are going to try and stop my endeavors this weekend, I will have a sexy weekend with M and Rae dammit.


Maybe if I made her wear a Dunce cap..

Rae was sweet enough to come over last night and help clean the house up for M’s arrival (later today). Since our relationship was as of last weekend made a decidely more BDSM-y one, I’ve been somewhat conflicted in addressing all the disciplinary transgressions while we’re just hangin out and giggling about regular BFF topics. Par exemple, I told Rae to be at my house at 6:30 – as per our agreement she didn’t give excuses (just some argumentative-like pondering) – I expected her to be there at 06:30:00 or later. Lo and behold, as I approach my home, I see Rae perched on my stoop at 6:26! I’m so elated that I give her her first “good girl” to which she beams brightly and squirms around. Unfortunately, she came in without being invited which is a Don’t on our list of rules. Sigh. Later on, she forgets more and gets too…excited maybe to follow certain directions.

I honestly have no idea what’s going on in her head; I’ll tell her to replace 4 cups of water from my betta’s tank…she drains the whole thing…so maybe 8 cups in I ask “How many cups did I say to replace?” and she’ll ponder, sigh, and tell me “four”. This happens ALL THE TIME. I’m not nearly serious enough to keep from laughing because it’s just silly how she hears me but doesn’t listen and how “actively listening” is on her To Do list.

All this is taking place while we’re tidying up and cooking and screwing around, so do I ruin a perfectly good moment to address her negligence? I suppose it’s either that or tally up the issues to take care of another time. Luckily M and I will have time tonight to discuss this issue – he thinks that I’m too much of a disciplinarian but not a strict enough punisher. Anyway, it’ll be a great way to spend a Friday night at least until Rae gets home from her show.

By the way, the French Word of the Day on my calendar was “gâtée” which means spoiled; the example sentence is “C’est une enfant gâtée”. Coincidence?


Does it feel like an alien is trying to burst violently from within your womb?

November 13, 2008

You could have Mittelschmerz.

Whenever I go to my doctors and explain this pain as Mittelschmerz, they are ALWAYS flabbergasted that I know the term. This means that not enough women know what’s going on with this crazy feeling or maybe they just don’t know the deceptively fun word for it. Hey, maybe you or some lady you know gets mittelschmertz, take a look at these symptoms and find out:

  • Mid cycle pain in the abdomen
  • Tenderness in the abdomen region that occasionally changes sides
  • Sharp pain in the ovary area that feels like someone is STABBING YOU TO DEATH WITH A DULL BLADE VIA THE OVARY

Mittelschmerz is actually the keen ability to feel when the egg is bursting through the ovaries right before it embarks on its journey to the womb. I read somewhere that I should be lucky to know where my eggs are and what they’re doing and I have yet to make sense of that. Seeing as my eggs tend to create cysts upon their ovarian exit, I greatly resent this ability.  If you are suffering this horrible, wretched pain, there is a cure and it is birth control(hormonal contraceptives)….well, or pregnancy…really anything that stops ovulation.

My two cents on mittelsmerz…



From date to fucktoy sub to gf in ____ seconds flat.

November 10, 2008

Have you ever watched one of the home decorating shows where an entire room’s theme is based on a significant object? Well, I recently rearranged my room with the focus being a small space dedicated to a corner and a little, red stool.

As Rae and I have been spending more and more time together, the relationship has slowly matured into something less like a BFF/play partner and more like a girlfriend. I never saw it coming, honestly; in the past I’ve had to decide between gf and fuck toy with neither ending with fond memories or significant tenure.In the past few days, Rae has not so subtly asked for definition in our relationship which is ideally all the BDSM-y bits that interject our hang out time now and being all girly and giggly with plenty of hugs and kisses. So what is a girl to do with such an unusual hybrid?

Rearrange the room.

Yesterday, I decided calling Rae my girlfriend felt about right and her eyes lit right up when I told her so. At this time, I had already decided that my room needed a change – clothes, boxes, art supplies and furniture are all strewn about my room – but I could hardly settle on an arrangement. Rae and I shopped for food, took sexy pictures on our journey and talked about what sort of relationship we could have. She went to her show afterwards, telling me she’d come back later that night to hang out with me. As soon as she left, I immediately went to work making a suitable space for her, something about this little stool in the house needed to be linked to Rae. The stool sits humbly in a bare corner with bare walls in my room, Rae came over last night, marveled at my new set up and perched herself right on that stool like it was put there just for her. I was elated!

So, of course I tied her limbs to it in some pretty elaborate knots and did something like sensation play for a few hours. Orgasms, wetness, and post orgasm giggles later, we curled up together in my bed to sleep very soundly. The bed was sweet and soft and warm; the stool was none of those. My room finally feels just right…I have a space where Rae is my gf and a space where she’s my plaything, with the transition being a fairly easy one.

*sighs dreamily*


Belated Smoke A Poll!

November 6, 2008

I can’t believe how I sacrifice the integrity of this precious blog for some stupid GRE (which is viewed by far fewer people). Life is getting me down leaving me uninspired when it comes to posting.

Perhaps the results of this poll will help some.

Everyone pray for my betta, Red Wing, for she has fish tuberculosis.


Non-sexy entry but fairly insightful

November 1, 2008

Thank god this is anonymous. As a PsyD hopeful, I often anxious speculate to what kind of rewarding but tedious cases await me in the world of counseling psychology. I anticipate the worst – just in my few years as an amateur sex advisor I’ve encountered some gruesome stories – however, when my coworker talks to me about herself for hours about nothing, I begin to doubt my ability to stick with this.

Everyday for at least an hour, my coworker vents to me about her sex life and her baby. It’s not so much venting as bragging. She talks at me about her affair with some guy when the other guy doesn’t know or does or something. I spent the first few months of our relationship listening intently about her promiscuity and other transgressions but then I realized that she was talking just to talk. When speaking of her personal conflicts, she has no intention of resolving any of them but instead takes pride in an active, deviant sex life that no one probably cares about but me.

She tells me because I won’t judge her (ie You’re a slut for cheating – lol, how could I?) and because she tricks me into listening every time. Now what I’m hoping is that my education teaches me how to get anywhere with one-sided conversations like this. M’s mom, who has an MS in counseling, told me that the degree teaches one how to create goals for people like this that way it gets somewhere. I can’t wait for that one. But my guess is that most people do need to hear themselves talk their way through situations to find solutions much like I do with these blog entries. Hm.

Anywho. Rae ended her diet yesterday and I was able to steal a few kisses.