2.22.2001
Do I project dominatrix? Would this written voice of mine correspond to an image of a
high ponytailed, pointy-shoed, leather or vinyl clad, red lipped kitten with a whip?
I guess I could be. But do I want to be?

Today I am in blue jeans and braids.
Smooth and simple on the outside.
Chewy and complex on the inside.

I have a healthy appreciation for the sexual objectification of both men and women.
I like to think of male and female faces expressing pleasure.
Sometimes, when the MUNI ride becomes utterly unbearable, I look around and
imagine -
what does that guy's cum face look like?

On another note. . .music uplifts my morning too. This morning, Jill Scott, Spooks, Koffee
Brown, Musiq, D'angelo, Michael Jackson.Music is a powerful tool of seduction. I
remember a college lover who had his "Ultimate Panty-Melting" seduction mixed tape.
Aka the Sex Mix. I've been thinking of compiling one of those myself.

Side A: Foreplay

Prince -
Rose Royce - I wanna get next to you
Major Harris - Love Won't Let me Wait
P.M. Dawn - I'd Die without You
Maxwell - Wherever Whenever Whatever
Massive Attack - Protection
Massive Attack - Teardrop
Hooverphonic - Inhaler
Sade - Flow
Sade - Someone already broke my heart
Pizzicato Five - Baby Love Child
Depeche Mode - Question of Love
Janet Jackson - Anytime Anyplace
Art of Noise - Moments in Love
Jodeci - Feenin
Prince - Adore
This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren
Stevie Wonder -
Lewis Taylor - How would you like to be done?
Lewis Taylor - Blue Eyes
Kahimi Karie -
R. Kelly - Bump and Grind
Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing
Lauryn Hill f. Bob Marley - Turn your lights down low
Erykah Badu - Didn't Cha know
D'angelo - Untitled (How does it feel)
Lauryn Hill and D'angelo - Nothing Really Matters
Air - You make it easy
Musiq Soulchild - Love

Side B: Fucking

Fiona Apple - The First Taste
Notorious BIG - Fucking you Tonight
Raze - Break for Love
? - French Kiss
Prince - Sexy MF
Wu-Tang Clan - Hollow Bones
Lil Kim - Don't Want Dick tonight
Aphex Twin - Girl Boy Song
Sterolab - Miss Modular
Esthero - Heaven Sent
Bjork - Big Time Sensuality
Esthero - Country Livin (The World I know)
LL Cool J - Doin it
Esthero - Superheroes
Madonna - Justify My Love
Madonna - Erotic
Jungle Brothers - You make me sweat
Lords of Acid - Rough sex
Esthero with Michee Mee - Slave

Just thinking about it makes me want to fuuck. With my headphones on.
I'm sure I'm missing some, but that's the off the top of my head.
posted by Dopamine Junkie at 11:13 AM


2.21.2001
Too much sexy thinking today!!!
I watch Lolita.
I want Lolita.
I am Lolita.

In my workplace I always enjoy the look of shock that registers on a grown man's face
when I meet him for the first
time. I know over email, and on the phone my tone seems much older and more
business-like.
Ruthlessly cutting the glib sales-guy chit chat and getting to the point.

Only to then be disarmed when meeting me face to face, a small Asian girl/woman, with
a young face, a strong handshake, and
a mind like a steel trap.

And when I choose to turn it on, an abundance of disturbing sexual energy.
Simply by taking off my glasses, uncrossing my legs, running a hand through my hair.
Closing my eyes for a second to think as they "submit" their proposals.
All within a space of a minute or two.
Deliberately innocuous.

And if said Mr. So and So caught that split second where my eyes fluttered open to
peek at his reaction,
and leaned back in his chair with a knowing smile. . .

And if neither of us tried to cover up the thickness in the room.
And he scooted over closer to me, next to me now, instead from across from me. . .

Neither of us thinking that I am old enough to be his daughter.
Only that I am old enough to know that something is stirring in his lap.
And game enough to let him see me bite down on my lower lip, and give a barely
audible moan.

Again, imagination exalts the mundane to the sublime.

posted by Dopamine Junkie at 3:04 PM


Kitty is purrrrrrring. Stretching out and yawning for a nap after getting a tummy full of
cream.
Now, to find a ray of sunlight to sleep in.

Kitty was nigh insatiable this weekend.

"Sex is natural, sex is good
Not everybody does it, but everybody should"
- George Michael.

In my house, there are many couples. Who all hit it on a fairly regular basis.

To the point where we can ignore the banging and the screams and the grunting and
the moaning, and just turn up the tv.

In college I used to get stoned with my then-boyfriend and I would have him sit across
the room from me.
We'd turn on music and he would just watch me while I sat across from him, on a chair
facing him, in a
little black slip of a dress.

I would undulate for him, run my hands over my arms and my legs, over my neck and
my collarbones and then
graze my palms over my nipples, let one of the straps fall down. Exposing bits of flesh
just pink from a hot
shower, glistening with baby oil. Pull my knees together, fondle my tits and then let my
knees fall
apart just a little, then wider, and wider. Till my legs were spread. And he couldn't see
me, not with my
slip still covering me, but he saw the spread of my naked thighs, and when my fingers
reached down to test
the honeypot, the scent of my dripping box would hit him hard.

And I watched his eyes go black. His green eyes. And the patience in him would give
way to something else.
And I could sense the stalking in him, his readiness to pounce on me.

- Come here, I commanded softly.

And he would approach me with his hard on tenting his pajama pants, stroking it
slowly.
He's so tall that his crotch is eye level to me sitting down.

He expects, perhaps that I will suck him.
But I have other plans.

He is looking down at me, I am looking up at him.
Soo fucking horny.

- Smell me, I say.

He's surprised but he drops down to his knees between my spread thighs. Runs his
hands up my calves, my
thighs, pushing up the slip until he sees me, my glistening little snatch, ripe and juicy,
smooth [ he shaved me ] and soft.

I watch his blonde head between my legs. His hot breath is on me. I love it I love it.

He brushes his lips briefly, softly, on my clit, making me jump, my hips involuntarily
pumping towards his mouth.
But he pulls away too, smiling.
Switch.

I close my eyes and feel the scarf securing my arms to the back of the chair.

Feel my ankles being secured to the chair, and I am prone and open and about to be
thoroughly served for my tease.

My ass gets wet from my sweat and my juice. And he's ignoring my honeypot now,
except for 2 fingers which are skimming across my slit, soft enough to drive me mad. He
enjoys watching me squirm.

I am still watching him, and it's too much.

- Blindfold me, please. I ask.

And he rummages through my drawers and finds stockings, which he ties around my
head, covering my eyes.

Now I am helpless, bound and blindfolded.

- You're gonna get it now.
Soft voice in my ear. Sinister chuckle.

Blind and open and so fucking turned on.

I can feel the tickle of his hair against my knees, my thighs.

My hips are pumping to him. My ass grinding into the chair.

I feel him take down the straps of my slip, exposing my tits.
He palms them, squeezes them softly and firmly and take a nipple in his mouth to suck.

Kitty is twitching and dripping.

He drops again between my legs and breathes on me. I am choking with want.

- Please Please Please, I hear myself beg

One lick on my whole slit and I'm almost out of the chair.

- Please what, he asks in a hard voice.

- Please baby, come on, eat me, eat me, I plead.

Pause. I feel him moving a bit, taking off his pajamas.
I think.

- I'm not the baby, you're the baby. My little baby slut.

- Right? Say it. He commands as his fingers slide over
my slit. Say it.

- I'm your baby, I'm your baby slut. Come on, eat me eat me please.

The fact that I have given myself up to this desperation is curious to me.
If I wanted to switch now, I could have him eating me in a New York Minute.
I'd be cumming all over his face.
But that's not the point, is it?
Sometimes it needs to get played out.

His well trained tongue slides over me, into me, licking me well until he begins his soft
sucking
assault on my clit. And I am groaning and gasping, out of my mind and I can feel that
ache inside me
building, wanting to feel his cock scratching that deep deep itch.

He takes his mouth away and blows cool air onto me.

- You're not cumming yet, little one.

I hear him stand, he stands astride me, reaching down to grasp my chin in his hands,
and I feel his cock
head rubbing my lips.

- Open, he says.

And I obey, greedily sucking the head and his shaft into my mouth. He's holding the
back of my head now,
pumping softly as I try my best to ensure that every stroke is a different sensation on
his cock - flicking
his spot, swirling the head, sucking the head, deep throating his shaft.

He leans down and spears two fingers into my sopping
little snatch, groans, uhnnn.

Pulse. Throb. I can feel him getting ready to shoot.

Then suddenly he is out of my mouth. and I am being untied. He picks me up, sits down
on the chair, and
faces me astride him, and drops me onto his hard shaft.

I feel my eyes roll back in my head. I am sitting on him. Rocking on his lap with his dick
shoved straight
up inside me. And he's working out every inch of space inside me.

His hands are on my ass, pushing me down further onto him.

I'm sucking on his tongue.

. . .to be continued . . .(maybe - I know I'm kind of "done" with this story)
posted by Dopamine Junkie at 9:19 AM