Well its over. This is the last post of Matt. For a really long time anyway.
Matt was late. Again. It was the saturday before the Sunday i left on a bus to my parents house to retrieve my car. We of coursed shared the first kiss in the parking lot. Only a peck as I tried to avoid yet again not to smear my amazingly hot dark red lipstick all over him. I had gone out and gotten him beer and i still had my HUUUUUGE bottle of wine i had gotten the night before. So we smoked and drank and talked on the couch, and groped of course. Theres just no way i could possibly ever try to keep my hands off him. We talked alot actually. i dont really remember about what. home, family, life in general. I never seem to sy what i really mean around Matt, like i just let spill the stupidest and most ridiculous things I could think of before i can stop myself. Which os course is because i like the boy but it didnt seem to bother him that all i do is make an ass outta myself.
Because he came over so late Matt kept saying how hungry he was so I told him to make food. He settled on good 'ole mac n' cheese. He kept insisting on how the difference between a dry measuring cup and a wet one was this huge difference, Ive never seen someone so adamant about measuring. I usually just fling it. The best part about Matty is how he always has to be right. It makes for many a ridiculous argument that of course leads to great sex! Matty put the water on and took my underwear off. For a while i had my head on my hands and my hands gripping the counter top while Matt took me from behind, his hands on my hips moving me back and forth with a loving ferociousness. Unfortunately this left my head to bang against the microwave on the counter. Also we were rocking into each other that he slipped out and i got RAMMED in the anus. Which would have been fine because I had let Matt go there ( i rarely let anyone in!) I tore and had a fissure ( a small inflammed piece of skin due to tearing from anal sex ) So i had to stop and go omg omgomgomgomg awowowowowowow and run to the bathroom because i thought i was going to throw up from pain.
But I got over it and came back to my adoring lover.
Since Jeffersons's kitchen is narrow we just adjusted the direction we were in and I bent over even farther. I had no idea i'd grown so flexible. I put one palm on the floor and with my right hand gripped the side of the fridge so i wouldnt lose balance.
After i got amazingly tired I went to lay on the couch while Matty finished the mac n' cheese. After we dined on that Matty went out on the porch and then came to lay with me on the couch. After lying about we sat up and i got on my knees facing the wall ( still on the couch) while Matt took me from behind. We're just really really good like that. After I got him to cum (finally! i hate alcoholics) he said stay right there and disappeared. He came back with my fav. big rubber dildo and some other things like lube. He used his hands and the toys and was kissing me and kissing me I never wanted it to stop. I came a few times ( sorry Jefferson! I cleaned it up. ) and then he got on top of me. We didnt get off the couch for a really long time. :: D
Eventually we both just wanted to hang out and lay down so we went into the bedroom. matty was so tired that he passed out while channel surfing so i ended up surfing til the Breakfast Club showed up and then realized i didnt want to watch t.v. So i turned it off and turned off the light and just lay in his arms listening to him half breath half purr until it dawned on me I wasnt tired and should pack the rest of my things. I crawled back into bed a little while later and fell asleep in my favorite place, curled up on Matt.
In the morning i woke up to him thrown over me on his side and ( this is really cute) him humping my leg. No joke everynow and then he'd just start kinda rocking away at it. Which led me to believe he was awake so i stuck my hand in his pants. Apparently even then he just kept dreaming because once he had a full on hard on he looked over at me and said "Well this is a good way to wake up" and I was very confused having thought he had been awake for at least 5 mins. And all of that of course led to me giving him a most wonderful blow job because i felt like it ( something that almost never happens i hate doing it and am very good at it) lazy morning sex on our sides followed that and then not so lazy morning sex with Matt giving it to me in missionary like he'd never see me again ( oh yeah..... he probably wont ) He came into his hand he's very tidy. We lay back down together for a few minutes and then we got up and did our morning ritual of procrastination and kissing and quiet. I had to get my bus tickets before i brought all my stuff down to the station so we took our last train ride together. It was a very happy moment when i think it should have been sad. But time with Matty makes me nothing but smiles and we parted ways with one last sweet kiss and then he was gone. And a few hours later so was I.
-Ruby
-The Matt chronicles are dedicated to the best lover I've ever had.
--miss you Matty
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The Giant Panda/we like it from the bottle
No Moral just Sex
Matt came over two nights ago. We were going to have a night of sex on shooms. But he couldnt get them. But he came over anyways cuz lets face it, we were made for each other. At least for the rest of the week.
He was a little late but he strolled up to the building about 10. i adore him. Seeing him stride up the curb, his hair all spiked up. hmm That first sweet kiss. Full of desire and want and sex to come and DESIRE. He could actually just come up to the apartment but i like to go get him. I like people seeing us together.
So he came in and we sat down on the couch. I was in the plaid skirt ( in my pic) with a cute black shirt with cap sleeves the bottom comes to my waist. I lost so much weight without knowing it that my skirt hangs down on my hips. im actually going to have to take it in soon. we decided to go back to the bedroom after chatting and kissing and me making love to his ear. That one of my fav things to do. He's so sensitive that with just a little, .. flick, of the tip of my tongue up the side of his ear is like an instant hard-on. I love to hear him moan. Normally i dont like to hear too many moans from the guy. But Matt has this mmm baby you're making me happy moan that i cannot get over. Like when he purrs in his sleep. So to let him know just how hot i can be, when we were in the bedroom i stepped out of my skirt with out un-zipping it. velveta hot hot hot. We had sex in missionary and with me on top and with me bent over the bed then we came into the living room and Matt told me to stand up. So he sat down in the middle of the couch and said sit down. mm so i did. i sat facing away from him gripping the coffee table with my hands and trying to get a good rhythm going. its so much easier when im drunk.
( takes huge swig of wine )
(continues story 2 weeks later)
sorry i was on vaca driving across the country!
anywho. So Matt and I had great hot sweaty sex and then we went to bed. :: D
( bad memory after two weeks sorry)
there was lots of snuggling and me making love to his ear. I like to admire him when he's not looking. Or when he is. As I have probably said before Matt is cut. I dont mean ripped i mean like cut out marble. Beautiful. Art. :: sigh:: Love of the loins!
oh and to explain part of the title but not all I like to drink champagne. Cheap champagne. (andre's) and i Have this picture of Matt drinking from my bottle ( yes i drink it straight up no cup) and then a few days later he sent me a pic of him drinking ( rum? ) straight from this gigantic bottle. so much fun!
Matt came over two nights ago. We were going to have a night of sex on shooms. But he couldnt get them. But he came over anyways cuz lets face it, we were made for each other. At least for the rest of the week.
He was a little late but he strolled up to the building about 10. i adore him. Seeing him stride up the curb, his hair all spiked up. hmm That first sweet kiss. Full of desire and want and sex to come and DESIRE. He could actually just come up to the apartment but i like to go get him. I like people seeing us together.
So he came in and we sat down on the couch. I was in the plaid skirt ( in my pic) with a cute black shirt with cap sleeves the bottom comes to my waist. I lost so much weight without knowing it that my skirt hangs down on my hips. im actually going to have to take it in soon. we decided to go back to the bedroom after chatting and kissing and me making love to his ear. That one of my fav things to do. He's so sensitive that with just a little, .. flick, of the tip of my tongue up the side of his ear is like an instant hard-on. I love to hear him moan. Normally i dont like to hear too many moans from the guy. But Matt has this mmm baby you're making me happy moan that i cannot get over. Like when he purrs in his sleep. So to let him know just how hot i can be, when we were in the bedroom i stepped out of my skirt with out un-zipping it. velveta hot hot hot. We had sex in missionary and with me on top and with me bent over the bed then we came into the living room and Matt told me to stand up. So he sat down in the middle of the couch and said sit down. mm so i did. i sat facing away from him gripping the coffee table with my hands and trying to get a good rhythm going. its so much easier when im drunk.
( takes huge swig of wine )
(continues story 2 weeks later)
sorry i was on vaca driving across the country!
anywho. So Matt and I had great hot sweaty sex and then we went to bed. :: D
( bad memory after two weeks sorry)
there was lots of snuggling and me making love to his ear. I like to admire him when he's not looking. Or when he is. As I have probably said before Matt is cut. I dont mean ripped i mean like cut out marble. Beautiful. Art. :: sigh:: Love of the loins!
oh and to explain part of the title but not all I like to drink champagne. Cheap champagne. (andre's) and i Have this picture of Matt drinking from my bottle ( yes i drink it straight up no cup) and then a few days later he sent me a pic of him drinking ( rum? ) straight from this gigantic bottle. so much fun!
Monday, July 9, 2007
Oh!, my goshfuckyesmmdontstopMatt, Oh!
Why am I leaving?
What possessed me to pack up and leave? OOOoh yeah I didnt know Matt yet. ( Matt has no connection to Jefferson's except that we fucked there cuz its where Im staying)
I believe in theories. I like to create new and exciting theories based on watching and recording ( with my BRAIN!) action and reaction. And I believe that as a person i truly have nothing to lose.
Moral of the day:
You never do. Nobody does. Theres really no reason you cant get what you want ( within reason dont go hacking people up now) You have nothing to lose, pride? rejection, feelings take minutes to get over. Material items? Its just stuff. Only when you realize you have nothing to lose can you truly gain anything.
Backstory!:
I had a fashion show at my school last month or the month before. It was put on after I graduated so I had to come back for it. So im lookin all nice, hot dress hot shoes tattoo blazing. And i see this guy thats pretty fine. My first thought is, ( for once) "man I HAVE to talk to that guy." But my mom is with me and my love child and best friend Krystina. Now Krystina wouldnt mind but my mother? shady. So as we do a run though I realize I am going to be sitting RIght next to mr. hot pants for the show, because his camera was right next to the stage. So i talk to him, friendly conversation. Ive never just gone up to a guy. It was pleasant. And at the end of the show I was like so you think its going to be good? And he pulled me up to his camera was showed me how he got all the angles. So i invite him to my going away party, at which he never showed for lack of being sober and not being able to follow my directions. ( dont get me wrong though we were constantly on the phone with each other trying to get him here. ) And woke up in a hospital without pants or a shirt apparently.
SEX!:
But last night, last night he was back in town and I was hanging out and we decided to Finally get together. He got to my apartment at about 10 and from 10 to 1110 we talked. really thats all we did smoked a bowl had some alcohol and just talked. And then i couldnt stand it any more and I grabbed his face and started kissing him. And he pulled me in real close and put his hand on my back and did that quick flip her onto her back thing. So i slyly suggested the bedroom.
I dont even know how many times we had sex that night. Because he was drunk it was harder than normal to get off for him even though hes one of those guys who can go 8 or 9 rounds anyway. I cannot even begin to explain how excited I was to Finally be having sex with Matt. But I NEVER could have guessed how good he is at it. Im used to dissapointment. But to compensate he decided to use toys on me. He didnt have to compensate by the way. But he wanted to. His suggestion! So not only did we go like 4 or 5 rounds in missionary, doggie style me bent over the bed, and so on, which meant we had to keep moving outta the bedroom cuz we kept steaming it up, but then he wants to use toys on me? Marry me, seriously.
And then we went another few rounds. We had sex outside on a chair on the patio where i HOPE people were awe'd by our amazing acts. :: D
After a few more rounds in the bedroom with and without toys he just couldnt stop fucking me. And I could touch stop touhing him, not for a second, well maybe just long enough to take a towel and rub the sweat off. I orgasmed while he was using my fav. dildo and he was AMAZED he just kept saying how great it was that i did that for him and Im like did that for you? Thanks for doing that to ME. So then we were going to sleep so we had to shower. So we had lots of sex in the shower. And as i was gasping for breath with his hand around my throat his other hand wrapped around from behind playing with me and breathed out, im not on birth control. Sexiest moment of my life. Up until the shower we had been using a condom. So with that warning we kept right on going. i didnt know i could twist and hold the positions i got myself into in the shower. Like the best one of the shower part of the evening, the "Roman Statue of Lovers" as i have so named it.
Lesson:
So Matt had his back to the shower head. His right arm was around my waist helping to hold me up. His left arm was griping the shower curtain rod. heh Rod. um yeah to help hold himself up. I was facing him ( and kissing him a lot and then i was...) bent backward ( im tall so keep this in mind ) with my head just bumping the back wall of the shower. my right hand was either gripping the curtain rod or pressed into the wall just behind my head (during which my head was bent further down in PLEASURE) my left arm was around Matt's waist (its Beautiful) . My left foot was arched, toes and ball of foot pressing into the wall where the shower head was attached. My right foot was also arched so most of my weight was balanced on the toes and ball of my right foot. And then thrust! And there you have the "Roman Statue of Lovers" It amazing and dangerous when wet, but you can only do it wet! Live dangerously people.
sex:
Those twists and thrusts definately didnt get any less complicated when we went back to "sleep" oh we slept and we slept and we slept... mmm... he finally came on his own tummy after we 69 ( hadnt done that in a while) and after another break in the living room while he was finshing my champagne he softly asked about anal. IT was so cute. I havent done that in years. But he looked at me and everything he wanted I would give him. And give i did. It was so good. We move really well together. At one point he was laying on my back with his arm around my shoulders and one hand was under my left arm ( like if you were dragging a drowing personoutta a lake) and he had his fingers wrapped around mine with both our hands on my left shoulder. And he was just giving it to me like there was no tomorrow. And i wished tomorrow never came.
When we really did lay down to sleep at 3 he threw himself on the bed and put his arm out and did that come here head nod. mmm. I dont care to sleep with most of the guys i have sex with. Im usually like, thanks get out. But lying with Matt all curled up in our sex, i never felt better. he snores alot. But right before he started snoring he purred. It was like he was csoo content with himself that the Big bad Panther was purring and wriggling down next to me. Id never been so turned On. He said he'd done firsts ( like making a girl cum) and that it was by far the best night of sex he'd ever have. I told he caught me on a low engery week. He said Ill see you Tuesday.
-Ruby
What possessed me to pack up and leave? OOOoh yeah I didnt know Matt yet. ( Matt has no connection to Jefferson's except that we fucked there cuz its where Im staying)
I believe in theories. I like to create new and exciting theories based on watching and recording ( with my BRAIN!) action and reaction. And I believe that as a person i truly have nothing to lose.
Moral of the day:
You never do. Nobody does. Theres really no reason you cant get what you want ( within reason dont go hacking people up now) You have nothing to lose, pride? rejection, feelings take minutes to get over. Material items? Its just stuff. Only when you realize you have nothing to lose can you truly gain anything.
Backstory!:
I had a fashion show at my school last month or the month before. It was put on after I graduated so I had to come back for it. So im lookin all nice, hot dress hot shoes tattoo blazing. And i see this guy thats pretty fine. My first thought is, ( for once) "man I HAVE to talk to that guy." But my mom is with me and my love child and best friend Krystina. Now Krystina wouldnt mind but my mother? shady. So as we do a run though I realize I am going to be sitting RIght next to mr. hot pants for the show, because his camera was right next to the stage. So i talk to him, friendly conversation. Ive never just gone up to a guy. It was pleasant. And at the end of the show I was like so you think its going to be good? And he pulled me up to his camera was showed me how he got all the angles. So i invite him to my going away party, at which he never showed for lack of being sober and not being able to follow my directions. ( dont get me wrong though we were constantly on the phone with each other trying to get him here. ) And woke up in a hospital without pants or a shirt apparently.
SEX!:
But last night, last night he was back in town and I was hanging out and we decided to Finally get together. He got to my apartment at about 10 and from 10 to 1110 we talked. really thats all we did smoked a bowl had some alcohol and just talked. And then i couldnt stand it any more and I grabbed his face and started kissing him. And he pulled me in real close and put his hand on my back and did that quick flip her onto her back thing. So i slyly suggested the bedroom.
I dont even know how many times we had sex that night. Because he was drunk it was harder than normal to get off for him even though hes one of those guys who can go 8 or 9 rounds anyway. I cannot even begin to explain how excited I was to Finally be having sex with Matt. But I NEVER could have guessed how good he is at it. Im used to dissapointment. But to compensate he decided to use toys on me. He didnt have to compensate by the way. But he wanted to. His suggestion! So not only did we go like 4 or 5 rounds in missionary, doggie style me bent over the bed, and so on, which meant we had to keep moving outta the bedroom cuz we kept steaming it up, but then he wants to use toys on me? Marry me, seriously.
And then we went another few rounds. We had sex outside on a chair on the patio where i HOPE people were awe'd by our amazing acts. :: D
After a few more rounds in the bedroom with and without toys he just couldnt stop fucking me. And I could touch stop touhing him, not for a second, well maybe just long enough to take a towel and rub the sweat off. I orgasmed while he was using my fav. dildo and he was AMAZED he just kept saying how great it was that i did that for him and Im like did that for you? Thanks for doing that to ME. So then we were going to sleep so we had to shower. So we had lots of sex in the shower. And as i was gasping for breath with his hand around my throat his other hand wrapped around from behind playing with me and breathed out, im not on birth control. Sexiest moment of my life. Up until the shower we had been using a condom. So with that warning we kept right on going. i didnt know i could twist and hold the positions i got myself into in the shower. Like the best one of the shower part of the evening, the "Roman Statue of Lovers" as i have so named it.
Lesson:
So Matt had his back to the shower head. His right arm was around my waist helping to hold me up. His left arm was griping the shower curtain rod. heh Rod. um yeah to help hold himself up. I was facing him ( and kissing him a lot and then i was...) bent backward ( im tall so keep this in mind ) with my head just bumping the back wall of the shower. my right hand was either gripping the curtain rod or pressed into the wall just behind my head (during which my head was bent further down in PLEASURE) my left arm was around Matt's waist (its Beautiful) . My left foot was arched, toes and ball of foot pressing into the wall where the shower head was attached. My right foot was also arched so most of my weight was balanced on the toes and ball of my right foot. And then thrust! And there you have the "Roman Statue of Lovers" It amazing and dangerous when wet, but you can only do it wet! Live dangerously people.
sex:
Those twists and thrusts definately didnt get any less complicated when we went back to "sleep" oh we slept and we slept and we slept... mmm... he finally came on his own tummy after we 69 ( hadnt done that in a while) and after another break in the living room while he was finshing my champagne he softly asked about anal. IT was so cute. I havent done that in years. But he looked at me and everything he wanted I would give him. And give i did. It was so good. We move really well together. At one point he was laying on my back with his arm around my shoulders and one hand was under my left arm ( like if you were dragging a drowing personoutta a lake) and he had his fingers wrapped around mine with both our hands on my left shoulder. And he was just giving it to me like there was no tomorrow. And i wished tomorrow never came.
When we really did lay down to sleep at 3 he threw himself on the bed and put his arm out and did that come here head nod. mmm. I dont care to sleep with most of the guys i have sex with. Im usually like, thanks get out. But lying with Matt all curled up in our sex, i never felt better. he snores alot. But right before he started snoring he purred. It was like he was csoo content with himself that the Big bad Panther was purring and wriggling down next to me. Id never been so turned On. He said he'd done firsts ( like making a girl cum) and that it was by far the best night of sex he'd ever have. I told he caught me on a low engery week. He said Ill see you Tuesday.
-Ruby
Friday, July 6, 2007
And then She was a Trani
What to say about Today? May I begin with a day I was thirteen? Yes, please.
Backstory!:
When I was thirteen I was forced to follow in my sisters footsteps on yet another occasion. She was leaving and I was to babysit the neighbors kids. (I lived in Central NY, i had to be driven there and we only passed 5 houses. ) I was relatively good at it alone but on this occasion I had my friend with me. Two stupid 13 year old girls are not responsible, people! No one should have let that happen in the begining.
Dont worry! I can see it in your face, nobody died! worst of it was an open window by a bed that i didnt realize had no screen. That was irresponsible cuz i was a stupid kid. But when i got FIRED later that night ( rightly so ) my mother wanted to talk to me in her room.
While she was getting ready for bed she was yelling at me for being stupid ( to sum it up )and the FIRST thing out of my mouth as a response was "IT ISNT MY FAULT!" but it kinda died towards the end and i have no idea what my mother got on about cuz all I could think was wait, yes it is. I was Responsible for those kids, and I fucked up. Ever since then I have spent more waking and dreams hours than i can remember ( I became a lucid dreamer ) thinking and painfully going over, mistakes, things that are flaws in my personality, rage, ignorance, hate
but also the other side of my life, good intentions, love, ( above all else i believe in luf) patterns, connections, my part in the world. .. anything and EVERYTHING that could possible contain ... me. Now i know this sounds vain of me but to understand myself i had to understand my part in others' lives, in the world. And when i find something about me that could be better, reviewing my life and my choices daily ( I live in nYC i have to reflect often) finding where i err'ed and when it was another, i find something i can change. I only change for the better Progress is Change, Change is Progress. Good Change Only. ( hey buddy , spare any Change?)
not SEXy:
So ive been spending every moment i can trying to build a smarter, more conscious me, it doesnt always work. I've always been very open to love and at the same time very afraid of it. So i'd like to think im a very aware person excluding those moment I walk around in a HAZE 9 wink wink). As it happens i'd already gone home and changed into denim cutoffs black halter and kitty headband. Met up with Christine! got hazy, got groceries together and parted ways on the corner. On my way back to the train i take these days some dark skinned person walked by me saying SOMEthing like "Isnt' it a great day out, TRANNI?
having a great..... " as I walked past him going whaaa...? ( drool) ( im very tired these days, cough cough ) So heres the thing, wierd shit has and will ALWAYS happen to ME. It runs in my family, we cant get rid of it.And yeah i'm very androgenous especially with short hair, but NEVER with my legs all busted out up to my thighs. And a Tranni?! geez, thanks!? ( some of those ladies have GREAT legs.)
One more thing
MORAL: ( be nice people)
I have this tattoo. Now Everyone on Earth feels the need to comment , "she's got Angel Wings on her back!" They aren't angel wings but yes they are wings, it stems from many a lucid dream ( connection to first point the one that set everything in motion, me as 13)
My question is: what if i were an angel, someone to walk amongst the masses being completely harmless, just a little different, and record their reactions. Not there to judge but to report back to the hot lady in the sky so SHE can beat the crap outta y'all. MWHAHAhahaha. ehem.
But that thought led me to the books i just finished re-reading. Kusheil's..(Theres three of them)
What if instead of some Angel as most people label my piece at sight. Just a higher Person. A Lypiphera. A Protecter and Someone who can take all the rejection in the world and just take it in? Gauge, Record, React accordingly, Walk away shaking head whenever possible. Someone compassionate, would take in the bad and try not to let the hate fill up inside. ( i use sports, its quite handy) Produce only good. Good three-fold: Good thoughts, good will, good deeds
Its pretty hard living to Ny and nobody's perfect but why not be nice to your neighbor and not creep around spying on them ( or me rather now that im living at Jeffersons for my temp last week in the city) What a creepy old man! Anyway. Maybe Im special in a super human way after all, o r maybe im just a little too vain for my own good.
-Ruby
Backstory!:
When I was thirteen I was forced to follow in my sisters footsteps on yet another occasion. She was leaving and I was to babysit the neighbors kids. (I lived in Central NY, i had to be driven there and we only passed 5 houses. ) I was relatively good at it alone but on this occasion I had my friend with me. Two stupid 13 year old girls are not responsible, people! No one should have let that happen in the begining.
Dont worry! I can see it in your face, nobody died! worst of it was an open window by a bed that i didnt realize had no screen. That was irresponsible cuz i was a stupid kid. But when i got FIRED later that night ( rightly so ) my mother wanted to talk to me in her room.
While she was getting ready for bed she was yelling at me for being stupid ( to sum it up )and the FIRST thing out of my mouth as a response was "IT ISNT MY FAULT!" but it kinda died towards the end and i have no idea what my mother got on about cuz all I could think was wait, yes it is. I was Responsible for those kids, and I fucked up. Ever since then I have spent more waking and dreams hours than i can remember ( I became a lucid dreamer ) thinking and painfully going over, mistakes, things that are flaws in my personality, rage, ignorance, hate
but also the other side of my life, good intentions, love, ( above all else i believe in luf) patterns, connections, my part in the world. .. anything and EVERYTHING that could possible contain ... me. Now i know this sounds vain of me but to understand myself i had to understand my part in others' lives, in the world. And when i find something about me that could be better, reviewing my life and my choices daily ( I live in nYC i have to reflect often) finding where i err'ed and when it was another, i find something i can change. I only change for the better Progress is Change, Change is Progress. Good Change Only. ( hey buddy , spare any Change?)
not SEXy:
So ive been spending every moment i can trying to build a smarter, more conscious me, it doesnt always work. I've always been very open to love and at the same time very afraid of it. So i'd like to think im a very aware person excluding those moment I walk around in a HAZE 9 wink wink). As it happens i'd already gone home and changed into denim cutoffs black halter and kitty headband. Met up with Christine! got hazy, got groceries together and parted ways on the corner. On my way back to the train i take these days some dark skinned person walked by me saying SOMEthing like "Isnt' it a great day out, TRANNI?
having a great..... " as I walked past him going whaaa...? ( drool) ( im very tired these days, cough cough ) So heres the thing, wierd shit has and will ALWAYS happen to ME. It runs in my family, we cant get rid of it.And yeah i'm very androgenous especially with short hair, but NEVER with my legs all busted out up to my thighs. And a Tranni?! geez, thanks!? ( some of those ladies have GREAT legs.)
One more thing
MORAL: ( be nice people)
I have this tattoo. Now Everyone on Earth feels the need to comment , "she's got Angel Wings on her back!" They aren't angel wings but yes they are wings, it stems from many a lucid dream ( connection to first point the one that set everything in motion, me as 13)
My question is: what if i were an angel, someone to walk amongst the masses being completely harmless, just a little different, and record their reactions. Not there to judge but to report back to the hot lady in the sky so SHE can beat the crap outta y'all. MWHAHAhahaha. ehem.
But that thought led me to the books i just finished re-reading. Kusheil's..(Theres three of them)
What if instead of some Angel as most people label my piece at sight. Just a higher Person. A Lypiphera. A Protecter and Someone who can take all the rejection in the world and just take it in? Gauge, Record, React accordingly, Walk away shaking head whenever possible. Someone compassionate, would take in the bad and try not to let the hate fill up inside. ( i use sports, its quite handy) Produce only good. Good three-fold: Good thoughts, good will, good deeds
Its pretty hard living to Ny and nobody's perfect but why not be nice to your neighbor and not creep around spying on them ( or me rather now that im living at Jeffersons for my temp last week in the city) What a creepy old man! Anyway. Maybe Im special in a super human way after all, o r maybe im just a little too vain for my own good.
-Ruby
Thursday, July 5, 2007
First Encounter: To the Moon and Back
Now i believe is the time to tell the WORLD! about my first encounter. It was scary ladies and gents, it was magical, it was AMAZING.
BACKSTORY!:
My Friend Wendy was the first to caress my ear with the whisper of it. It was a chance. A chance to see if the things in my head were the same when realized, a soft gentle tugging at my curiosity. I could talk the talk could i own up to my thoughts and walk the walk? Could i go to .... an orgy?
of course! i told Wendy. But the day before came and the day came, and my doubts were settling in, I was tired i would look like crap having no time to go home after work. I would go to Wendy's house and primp there then we would skip willingly into the den of mystery.
but would i go, the end of my work day was approaching, I would only back out with so much time to spare. But i think with the blog being here that everyone knows what happened. i went, or came as it would turn out.
SEX:
Wendy and I were some of the first people there. We walked in on a clothed Jefferson in the kitchen, cooking no less! Like two naked nadies weren't lounging about like renissance paintings in his living room, completely comfortable that a stranger walked in while they were naked. Or Nude rather, theres quite a difference . Hugs and kisses and hello's all around and finally a guy shows up, I ran to get champagne for Wendy and I. By the time i got back, there were people EVERYWHERE. In fact on my way back to Jefferson's i heard a guy comment after I walked by. i thought it was some stick in the mud making a comment about my green short hair. Few mintues later him and his friend showup at Jefferson's door!
So slowly i take my clothes off other people take my clothes off, Wendy rips off my underwear and ten seconds later im in Jeffersons bedroom. Sweet Cherry pie i didnt know who was touching me where. i DO know ( remember im not drunk quite yet at this point) that some AMAZING man was giving me head like it was his JOB. And i think it must have been cuz hes the only one whos ever really done it right. No rephrase. HES THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS EVER DONE IT RIGHT. There thats better. Jake was it? props to you my friend. There was a HOT girl in black glasses. very sexy librarian . MY GOODNESS i need her number.
back to the point shall we? After the good head I got... doo do do DOooo.....! JEFFERSON!
nicely done ole chap. Jefferson is good in bed AND has the Best hands ever for anyone who DOESNT know ( who doesnt know? Looks around, doesnt see anybody who doesnt know)
So then i realize wait! I am very drunk! YAY! So I let Wendy fuck me with a strap on. Which I am sad to say did not go over well as she is a friend of mine and I was not comfortable with it.
BUT
the orgy continued. Theres just so much more else to say i fear this would be much to long. Just know, that it did NOT stop there and the good stuff goes on late into the night. \for more details just ask.
-Ruby
MORAL:
Be comfortable with youself. Be open-minded.
from marriage proposals to puking
For my first trick...!
This story is something im proud of. It has gotten every reaction from passing out to asking for my hand, deep breath, here we go:
One night after i had gotten out of class, my friend and i went to a bar where the ladies knew me and loved me and assumed i was of age. My friend got WASTED! and had to go home. I was DRUNK! and decided to go see a friend. My friend and I parted ways at the train. I had to go a few stops then transfer to another train and go no more than 4 stops.
heres where it gets tricky,
I made it to my transfer AOK! the next train however was not so good to me.
I was hanging on to the pole by the door. I had two stops to go before i could run up the stairs and into the fresh air where the ground was solid.
Except i didnt make it that far. I threw up four times in a row. Why four times you ask?
because i didnt want to puke on anyone so i threw up in my mouth and swallowed it. ehem FOUR TIMES. I made it to my stop without anyone knowing and unfortunately couldnt throw up again once i got to my friends house.
Now you know the type of person i am.
when it comes to throw up.
This story is something im proud of. It has gotten every reaction from passing out to asking for my hand, deep breath, here we go:
One night after i had gotten out of class, my friend and i went to a bar where the ladies knew me and loved me and assumed i was of age. My friend got WASTED! and had to go home. I was DRUNK! and decided to go see a friend. My friend and I parted ways at the train. I had to go a few stops then transfer to another train and go no more than 4 stops.
heres where it gets tricky,
I made it to my transfer AOK! the next train however was not so good to me.
I was hanging on to the pole by the door. I had two stops to go before i could run up the stairs and into the fresh air where the ground was solid.
Except i didnt make it that far. I threw up four times in a row. Why four times you ask?
because i didnt want to puke on anyone so i threw up in my mouth and swallowed it. ehem FOUR TIMES. I made it to my stop without anyone knowing and unfortunately couldnt throw up again once i got to my friends house.
Now you know the type of person i am.
when it comes to throw up.
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