A quickie in the bathroom

So there's this separate bathroom at work for disabled/handicapped (fuck - sorry, can't remember the pc term) persons. Instead of being a room with stalls, it's just by itself - one small room with a toilet in one corner and a sink and trashcan...and handrails tacked up on one wall next to the toilet.

LOVE those handrails. They just happen to be in the most delightful position on the wall.

So today I found myself completely overly horny. (Of course there's a reason for this but I don't feel like sharing the source - he knows who he is.) I HAD to relieve myself. I most definitely wasn't going to make it through the day with out taking some of the pressure off my clit. I mean damn! I couldn't even concentrate.

I went into the little handi-bathroom. I took one leg out of my slacks and thong, leaving my high heels on. I sat down on the toilet, scooted forward a ways so I'd be in a better position, and put one foot up on the handrail. I leaned back and spread my legs as wide as they'd go. Then I reached down to feel myself and discovered not only was I wet, but it was nearly dripping off me. I shuddered a bit at my own touch. I dipped my middle and ring finger into my hole to get them juiced up...then traced the line between my hole and my clit, stopping at the top of my clit. I pressed down and began to run my fingers in tight circles over my clit. I swear I got even wetter. Soon, it was a frenzied pace, my fingers going at warp speed...around and around and around. Then, I reached down with my left hand and put two fingers inside me. As soon as I did, I felt the muscles in my pussy start to contract and I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before I came. A few thrusts with my left hand, and faster, tighter circles with my right....and I was bursting with a HUGE orgasm. (AND DAMN is it hard to be quiet sometimes!!!) I let it chill for a few seconds and then allowed myself one more before cooling down and getting back to my desk. The whole thing lasted less than 10 minutes -but boy was it worth it!!

Dad's Okay

Thank you to all of you who sent thoughts and prayers my way before, during, and/or after my dad's surgery. Just thought I'd let everyone know that it went fine. He got to go home on Friday evening, and his recovery seems to be coming along nicely. His spirits have been good - the only thing he's stressing over is having to do it again in the near future. The surgery on his other carotid artery hasn't been scheduled yet, but it won't be long.

Thanks again to everyone for their support. You know who you are. :)

This is the kind of shit I'm talking about

This is a perfect example of something that isn't working in my life.

Vin sends me an email this morning asking how my night went. I reply and tell him about my night (got my ear pierced and went out for drinks with a friend), and then tell him that my dad is having surgery today and that I'm going to the hospital after work to see him. Vin writes back to ask which ear got pierced and where. That's it. Nothing about my dad.

Is it wrong that him not being concerned for my dad really upsets me? Fuck what a stupid question. Of course it's not wrong. It's how I feel.

This behavior just doesn't work for me - his being more concerned about my ear piercing than my dad.

I can see how putting a certain amount of space between Vin and me is a good idea.

Now if I could just figure out what I'm going to do about this whole bullshit roomie situation...



A humble update: Vin did ask about my dad about two hours later via email. Now don't I feel like an ass?

Speaking of...

Shamelessly stolen from Gut Rumbles....

Your New Years Resolution Should Be: Tell your boss to screw off

Seriously. You know you really, really want to. Life's too short to have a job you hate...And though you may be a success, you're secretly miserable. Time to try out a new career - maybe one involving g-strings?

What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be?

Embarrassed

Wow. For the love of God, whatever you do, DO NOT go back and read my archives, like, ever, or you're going to think I'm a complete nut job. I just read all of my entries from last January and GOOD GOD am I embarrassed. I haven't changed one bit. I'm stuck in exactly the same rut I was a year ago, asking myself the same questions, reacting the same way, and being frustrated about the same things. Okay maybe not EXACTLY, but damn close.

It's time not just to face this, but to start changing my behavior. (Thank GOD I'm in therapy.)

Vin is not the man for me. (Thank you, Captain Obvious.)

I guess I just kept thinking he'd come around. He'd pull through. He'd make the committment and do what he needed to do and we'd be together. That he truly loved me enough to be with me. I believed he wanted to change what he needed to change in his life, and that he was actually going to change those things.

None. Of. That. Is. Going. To. Happen.

And I am too damn good a woman to sit around and wait. And wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. If this was meant to be (with him), it would have happened by now. It hasn't and it isn't going to.

Shit-ola.

On the bright side (see, kicking in that New Year's Resolution of more positive thinking), it's never to late to change what isn't working for you.

I'm glad he's in my life and I'm glad we're friends. But I'm also glad I'm done hanging on to and hoping for a day that I now know for sure will never come.

Happy New Year

I don't believe in "New Year's Resolutions." They're crap. I don't know who the hell made the idea up, but it's stupid. No one ever sticks to their "New Year's Resolution" longer than a few weeks anyway, right? And if they do, then I have to seriously question what else is going on in their life that they have the time and/or the energy to stick to a resolution. But hey who am I to judge, right? Exactly.

So to jump on the bandwagon, (damn you, peer pressure!) my New Year's Resolutions are as follows:
1. Get off my fat dead lazy ass and face all those things in my life that don't work, and then make a plan to either change them, change how I view them, or get them out of my life.
2. Learn to have a positive attitude.
3. Start blogging on a regular basis again. And not just bitching - I miss writing about sex!

Oh, and I've decided that in lieu of not believing in New Year's Resolutions (despite having made some anyway) I will believe in a New Year's Wish. *Shutting eyes tightly* I wish that this will be the year that I get to be with a TRUE significant other. Either that, or maybe this will be the year I stop being sad about not having one. I'm tired of this weighing me down. I hate to give up hope (even though I do during those times when I'm hurt/angry and saying shit like "I'm just meant to be alone, it's okay") but I'm starting to wonder if this is one of those deals where people are looking at me like "damn, chick, someone should maybe tell you you're not girlfriend material." Hard to say. Either way, I'm tired of this making me crazy. I want to either find my mate, or stop caring about not finding him. (Or, to be fair, her.)