i'm too horny to go sleep..goshhh..
In reality, I am probably a nut, but a harmless one.
I am still doing my routine. Counting calories and my workouts. I am doing another 30 min dvd workout. Lost 1.6 lbs since my last post. Its gotten a bit slower, but will tweek and stay on track. I wonder if there are people here are counting as well? I hope everyone has a good week this week. Stay positive. ~ Ms. G. ♥~
hi i have a confession and also a question. please comment down. do you believe in reincarnation? if yes, please explain that would make me believe more... because there is one person I've met like I've seen him before... it is like we have memories together, sometimes, i dream that we have been together to that guy.. and that dream was really familiar to me... it's like i know all about him .. and i was right.. he's like that kind of person...
It was a long time ago, but I still recall it without having to write it down because this was also the first wet dream I ever had in my life. It occurred right after another dream, but I can't remember what happened during the previous one now. All I know is that the setting changed like a scene cut in a movie. The new place I was in was pretty vague in that the space wasn't too detailed and I didn't recognize it as a place I've seen in real life. There were kitchen counters and cupboards, but I didn't see any other food, appliances, or furniture, the only exception being the oven to my right. There was a woman standing right in front of me and the only details I remember about her were that she had straight, long, light brown hair and was wearing a gray tank top. The moment that I noticed her, she immediately hoists me up, plops me down on the counter behind me, and kisses me on the lips, which I reciprocated. Basically, we were making out for the rest of the dream. She would reach down and squeeze my butt and the back of my thighs and I would pull her in closer because even if it was a dream it felt so good and so real. Unfortunately, either I woke up before anything else happened or a new dream abruptly started and cut off the make out session, but it was amazing and I've had quite a few wet dreams since then.
During the summer months, I would hang out with a girl, that my aunt thought was safe for me to hang out with. We smoked, and she read her uncle's porn magazines. She also told me about masturbating, and she told me to use two or three sponge curling rod rollers (cold...not heated up. These are the rollers that are the ones that are long, and bend and twist). I was twelve, and she was thirteen. She told me what to do. I have had this issue with masturbation, every since. I would even avoid being with a man, because I could please myself so well. I love men, but I can do just fine without one. Though, if I am attracted to a man, that I see, but being with him isn't possible; he would be in my thoughts later that night, and I would masturbate with his image in my mind. I think some people will have that one person, in their life, that has a serious influence in your life.
When I was little, my favorite "game" to play during summer vacation was school. I missed school and wanted to go back. I wanted to learn. This was before my family got a computer, way before wifi and smartphones were invented, so it's not like I could just go on educational websites any time I wanted. So if I had a workbook from school that I didn't finish, I finished it. If we went to the library, I usually played an educational game installed on the computer. One time all the computers were filled, so I got an encyclopedia, turned to a random page, and copied down notes about jaundice. In fourth grade, my school gave out old copies of an outdated science book and I studied from it for fun. Even as an adult, I still like learning for the sake of learning. I'm teaching myself French just because. I still have some old textbooks in storage in case I get bored one day.
I am a little scared that I'm losing my mind right now. I have a patch of grass in my garden where mushrooms grow. Those aren't wanted and I always pluck them out, but they sometimes grow again over night. This morning, when I watered the plants, I saw a shitton of mushrooms, and they were really huge. I didn't have time to remove them at that time. Later in the day, when my husband came home, I told him about the mushrooms and we went outside to remove them. They were gone. None at all left. Not a single one. I think that if some animal ate it, there would've still been a few. It looks like there weren't some in the first place. My husband said that I maybe just dreamed about the mushrooms, which might be the case, but I was so SURE. It scares me.
So...I'm going to masturbate, and think about the most handsome man I can think of.
I miss having my pussy ate. I miss trying to catch my breath, my nerves losing balance and my mind losing train of thought. I'm not selfish, I would want him to feel the same way too! It would be my pleasure. Moan and shake, moan and shake, til I hear the word "FUCK", and just let go! I'm here for you, babe!