January 2012


I will be honest. I don’t think I am 100% over Will. On the outside I really am, and I feel like I am putting on a show, because on the inside I have completely mixed feelings. At most times, I feel like he did me a favor. I felt like his reason for leaving was stupid and selfish. I am glad that we never got married, because it would… Read More »Healing

G-Spot Orgasm

If you have read my earlier posts, you will know that one of my major goals in life is to orgasm without a vibrator. I never thought that the first time that would happen was through a g-spot orgasm. The orgasm happened when Will used the Raquel dildo on me. It started with him getting very sexually worked up for once. Also, for once I told him he needed to… Read More »G-Spot Orgasm

Orgasm Counter

Every new year I make a plan to count my orgasms throughout the year, just out of sheer curiosity at how many I have in a year. However, every new year hits, and I masturbate too many times to count before I realize that I wanted to keep count. This year I want it to be different. I think I am going to try to make a manual counter/widget on… Read More »Orgasm Counter


I have been making a lot of changes in the past few weeks. Some of these changes are new, some are old. First things first, I am rebuilding my life. When Will and I broke up, I felt like everything came crashing down. I am learning more about myself, as well as learning how to depend on myself. Before I always depended on others for everything, especially financially. I had… Read More »Rebuilding

The Break Up

On October 31, 2011, Will broke up with me. He felt like I was getting in the way of his job. It started with him coming up to me on the night of the 29th and telling me that the next Friday at 6 he would be in “town.” I asked if he was going with friends, doing errands, or going out with coworkers. He told me he didn’t think… Read More »The Break Up

Do Me

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked. We had already ate dinner, watched a movie, and put up with my spotty Internet. “You,” he said simply. My heart skipped a beat and I felt an aching, wet throb between my legs. I had been waiting for him to make a move, as we had already discussed having sex. “Okay,” I answered, in an excited, nervous way. Not really… Read More »Do Me