to begin a blog, OMGosh

it's been just over a week since I wrote somethng to my blog.  I know I'm the only one reading the text, and that's okay.

It's a new week; one phone call for a job opportunity, yaahoo.  Can I do it?  Of course, I can do anything once I put my mind and body to the task.

One thing I seem to have lost: fucking.  I once was a woman who was like a man, only action with no emotion.  I guess the last long fb relationship, and that nothing to do with social networking, has side swiped me with emotion.  Damn!  How to get out of this funk with my heart shaped junk in the trunk.I actually know when that is going to happen.  Time is the waiting factor right now.

They say to fuck is like riding a bicycle.  With one bicycle in my living room here in the basement I know I can ride a bicycle with some uncoordinated ease.  So those squirty fluids await to gush with the right touch of either fingers or tongue.

That is something I will write about.  Most males do not know how to make love to a woman.  Perhaps I should write further about this with my vast array of experiences.  Yes, I will.  I can add here that my B.O.B. with the duracell batteries is the enhancer to 'O' me.

18, to seks or not to seks

OMGosh, just to set up a blog is a serious undertaking.  However, at the ripe age of 18, what virginity there was, no longer existed.  Wait a minute, I gave the cherry to a geographic major at the local university in his bed at his home.  Did I love this hairy being?  Nope.  Was I going to seks with him again?  No, I decided that having seks was no big deal.  Also the verbal attack afterwards was a form of seksual bullying.  Therefore, I wanted to save my dignity for as long as I could.  Goodness, I let the cherry fall from the tree.  What did I know about humanity?  Not too much at that age. That jerk and I drove to his grandmother's house a few cities away for a family dinner.  OMGosh, now when I think about it, it was humiliating. When did I seks again? Being I won a trip from the department store where I worked I decided that this was a great time to let loose, literally let go.  One too many pina coladas along with the bartender's attractive words I seksed again.  This time, after being shoved out of the bed I was told to grow up, that I did not know a thing about seksing.  Did I know what seksing was all about?  Nope.  Would I seks again?  Of course.