Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I'm still trying to gather all of my thoughts from last night. No, I didn't have sex. This entry isn't really even about me, but I feel just as satisfied. My night consisted of drinking, eating string cheese, having my period, sleeping in a chair, and being so cold that I was shaking. Seriously. Those are the highlights of MY night.

A good friend turned 21 and rented two motel rooms for partying/crashing to go down. One mutual friend at the party and I shared a lot of the same thinking. We were both waiting until marriage. We both acted a bit shocked/disgusted when we found out that people were having sex with someone they weren't married to. We both were also scared shitless of the thought of actually going through with anything.

I think I *may* want to eat a pussy or two before settling down (if I settle down). Fantasy? Or reality?

I've joined this site that pays you to take surveys, and they often ask the normal questions: your age, state in which you live, and sometimes, your sexual preference. You can check one of the boxes, and the choices are straight, bisexual, gay, or prefer not to answer. Now, normally, I'll check "straight" and continue to the next question, but I've actually been lingering at that question, evaluating myself.

Fun fact: My parents are currently fucking and I have my headphones in. I can wrap my head around just about everything that has to do with sex, but my parents actually doing it just disturbs me. I'm sorry.

Anyway, that was way out of my train of thought for this entry.

I was mildly insulted today. Maybe I shouldn't have been and I'm thinking too much about this situation, but I don't think so and I'm entitled to feel however the fuck I want.

Today, I think I am actually ovulating. I feel warm, busty, and slutty. I have the urge to put on a low cut shirt and learn over and expose my jugs to men and mature women. This is probably my favorite part of my cycle.

I noticed I felt extremely wet (not even trying to sound sexy; I seriously felt soaked), so I took off my pants and parted my lips in the mirror. I see myself almost pouring. Amidst my usual clear mucous, I had a... Slug of sorts. It stretched from my inner labia to almost peeking out of my outer labia. Just a long string of cervical mucous.

I actually said to myself, out loud, "Awww, how cute." I don't know why it sparked that reaction in me, but I just thought my little pussy slug was adorable. Quietly nestled betwixt my pussy lips, almost going unnoticed.

I have a friend I absolutely adore. She's so cute and funny, and she has the quirkiest way of speaking.

Now that I've said that, I feel like I can go ahead and say that she has the most unique pussy I have ever seen.

I know everyone knows about camel toes, but it's not even that. You can see the perfect outline of her pussy through any pants she wears. You can see her plump mound and the beginning of her slit (I hate that word, but the thesaurus didn't return any pleasing alternatives) through jeans, shorts, dress pants... Anything.

I was asked if I would carry my gay friend's child in two to four years. He was being completely serious.

I'm all for gay people adopting kids. It's COMPLETELY beyond me why ANYONE would choose to have a kid, but if that's what they want, then power to them.

At first, I was honored. He wants to use my body as a vessel for his child. That's some deep shit, right?

So, before I responded, I asked if my eggs would be used in the process. When he said yes, I responded with "...then that would make me a biological parent, therefore, I would have a child and I hate children, so hell fucking no."

Has a dream ever ruined something for you that you thought was awesome? If not... Then, I guess I'm just weird.

I had a dream that I finally went through with completing oral sex (on the same guy) and he came in my mouth. And I gagged a little. I swallowed, though, because... Dammit, I'm a fuckin' trooper and I'm not going to be a little bitch about it.

I have officially become a woman who can no longer precisely pinpoint the onset of nearing menses. How completely inconvenient. In the past months, I've started bleeding at the very beginning of a 100 question anatomy test (complete with a two part discussion question).

I've started bleeding while standing in a long line of a grocery store. I've started bleeding in the car, when I realize I have nary a pad or tampon and toilet paper will be my savior once again.

So, I was on Facebook and one of my friends posted a link to the book "Understanding Loved Boys and Boylovers." She's a mom and she was, of course, absolutely disgusted by the idea the Amazon would ever post anything like this for sale.

She claimed that she won't buy from Amazon anymore because they're allowing something like this to be sold on their site. Fine. If it bothers you to that extent, then feel free to take your business elsewhere.

So, before my parents' work schedules got all crazy, we regularly attended church. We firmly lived by "the family that prays together, stays together." We have our own Bibles with our names engraved on the bottoms and everything.

I've never liked church. Ever. It's completely uncomfortable for me to worship as a Southern Baptist. I just can't identify with the shouting, loud singing, and falling out in the floor at the note-change of the organ or piano. I'm a quiet worshiper. If I'm going to attend a church, I'd much prefer to bypass all of the singing and plunge right into the sermon of the day so we can all go home.

Y'all... I had my very first, authentic, and complete lesbian sex dream less than an hour ago. My pussy is still engorged.

When I'm under an incredible amount of stress, I always dream about crazy stuff. I've killed my mom multiple times, I've walked into a bakery and eaten every doughnut they had, I've had sex with numerous men in different places... You know, things I've actually thought about while awake.

So, we all know about my love for Dr. Sexy and how she's caused numerous real orgasms. Well, she is also the cause of most of my stress. I think about her multiple times a day because I think about her class multiple times a day and I spend hours doing work for her.

Okay, for the sake of this entry, let's pretend I'm a lesbian.

No, let's say that me and Dr. Sexy actually hit it off, realize that we're meant to be together, and get into a committed relationship, since that's a HUGE possibility.

I would never... EVER tell my parents that I'm in a relationship with someone of the same sex, whether it lasts for ten minutes, ten years, or ten lifetimes. I would carry that secret to my grave.

I'm extremely curious about different pussy flavors. Since the semester started and I've fallen so madly in love with Dr. Sexy, I've been a mental lesbian.

Not a heterosexual thought has entered my mind during masturbation. It makes me think about being with different women and how all of them would taste.

Though I'm not much of a fan of my own pussy juices (I have yet to even try a second taste test), I still have a completely open mind when it comes to the taste of potential lovers. I think about the progressive climax my lips and tongue have the ability to give a woman. I think about coming up from in between her legs with wet lips and a moistened chin. I think about how exciting it will be to receive what I've just given.

I'm a creature of habit. Seriously. I hate change and I'm satisfied with the same routine every single day. I've been this way since I was a little kid. I would make little routines for myself that I would always stick to. It makes me feel comfortable.

That being said... My pussy isn't very keen on routines. It's bored.... And unhappy. I don't know what I need to do in order to spice things up between us.

I got a glass dildo from the same awesome friend who sent me the rabbit. That, coupled with my Water Dancer, is absolutely fantastic most of the time, but not so much in recent days. After an orgasm, I always either feel satisfied or just ready to plunge in for another one. Lately, it's been very... "Meh".

I'm a Facebook junkie. I log on at least ten times a day. I use it as an escape and excuse to not do school work. I use it to catch up with friends, make witty status updates, and play bullshit games that are probably eating away at my hard drive as we speak.

I DON'T use it for feeble attempts at showing my "support" for a cause. Okay, I find humor in just about every facet of life. Really and truly. I'm not a prude and I'm completely inappropriate. But, what's going around on Facebook right now just moderately pisses me off.