April 24, 2006

• #7: No good…, more sex and a rather nasty dream…

  My male and I were blessed by the leaving of his roommate and we had enough time to watch both hentai. Both were disappointing to say the least. “One: True Stories” had way too much story and not enough sex. While the sex was really good, you would have to skip through all the dialogue that was poorly translated anyway to get to it. I give it a 4 out of 10. The other, “Samurai XXX”, was poorly animated, had lame sex scenes, and the dialogue was unbearable. I wish you could turn on Japanese WITHOUT subtitles because they were a complete turn-off and confused the heck out of me sometimes, especially when the damn girl ninja put some flowers in her vagina and the guy just did her in the butt but did not remove the flowers. Retarded. Anyway, goal number seven was a failure yesterday and I spent a lot on those stupid hentai. Damnit! I am displeased.

  On a better note, my male and I had sex anyway, even with the foolishness of the hentai. He tried again to use my other hole, but it was too tight and it hurt a bit so we resorted to the normal hole for the penis and the fingers in the other. As unlikely as it sounds, it feels incredible and we both came in like twenty seconds. Because we used lube for my ass, we decided to take a shower. He felt bad about his quick climax and continued to pleasure me in the shower and more once we got out. It was good. I was pleased. I am sure he loves me with all of his heart. He cries sometimes when he says things or when I say things to him, but in a happy way, and of course this makes me cry in the same happy way. I suppose we are both very emotional, but I think also that it is because we both know that the other means what he/she says. I will be very pleased to be his wife and if he willed it I would quit college and abandon my 4.0 to be his housewife for the rest of my life. Chemical Engineering, in fact nothing, is as important to me as he is. I love him more than everything…put together.

  I had a dream. My dreams are very hard to distinguish from reality because of the way they make me feel. I do not know if I am awake or asleep because everything is so detailed and easily believable to my sleeping mind. In this dream, my male and I had lots of hardcore sex. Later in the dream, after a bunch of weird dream stuff happened (monsters, random school events, government stepping in on the monsters, me being in the circus, whatever, you know the drill with dreams) I found out that I was pregnant. This is where the dream got nasty. It was so real and I knew I wasn’t mature enough for a child and the people kept telling me that just being on birth control wasn’t enough and I had to have forgotten some, even though I knew I hadn’t. Everyone was making fun of me and telling me how careless I was since I hadn’t at the same time used a condom and how I must have missed so many pills and how I was an idiot and I would have to quit school and give up my child and everything. I felt in the dream that I wanted the child so much, because you should never give up a child because of what that does to them when they find out that they are adopted. I knew my male would be with me to take care of it, and I knew that it was my responsibility, even if I wasn’t ready. About the time that I was being taken to get an abortion against my will, I woke up with sweat on my brow and my male staring at me with worry on his face. It was an awful dream. I know that I will not have a child until I am ready, but the dream was so real. It makes me worry about what would happen if I really did ever miss a pill. I am still in a bad mood because of it.

  More to come. I must away to class.

  • 10:40 am
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