Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The short answer is: I don't know.
The things I am qualified for don't interest me. I have experience in the area I am interested in, but it's not proven, I haven't done a course or been employed for those skills. So, I plan to start at the bottom of the ladder. No harm in that, I've always thought you can't do the job if you have no idea how the job one level down is done.
But a "career" in itself has me stumped. What is the significance of it? I see a lot of info on how to get pumped about it, how to advance it, how to buttfuck it 6 ways from sunday to make it really awesome. None of it interests me. The best answer I have got from someone was "It's what you do with your life".
Fair enough, but endlessly working for advancement and never being satisfied with your lot in life? It just seems like a cop out. But, I have never yet attempted a career, so maybe I will understand and become all excited about it.
How about you? Am I alone with wondering if a career is the be all and end all of what to be interested in?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
This Week’s Picks
5 Advanced Deep Throat Techniques
“Suck your man’s penis into your throat, and, while it is deep in, start to hum.”
MILF = Men I’d Like to Fuck
“He knows my body p e r f e c t l y and knows exactly how to make me squirm with pleasure and always knows the right thing to say.”
Reconciling Desire & Reality (part 2)
“The excitement of sharing her, the excitement of my arousal THEORETICALLY should mean a heightening of our own sex life.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Our fearless leader tells me he’s crazy busy so I’m presenting one from the vaults.
The Six Types of Porn Movie (and How To Get Into Them)
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Sex News & Reviews
The End of the Mile-High Club
Fetish Film - Squealer (BSDM, Master, Shibari)
My controversial, nipple-baring Dirty Girls book cover
NEW Culture Shocking Designs!
Sex Toy Review: Mini Bullet One Touch Vibrator
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Am I born as a Whore?
He’s Horny and She’s Easy
The Humble Handjob
I’ll assume i’m on the naughty list
Obsessive Compulsive Slut
So, doc, when can we…
Now and Zen
BDSM & Fetish
The **** machine
Erotica: Mind Games
Get the contract signed- part two: vital lessons
Just a Few Naked Pics of Amy’s Perfect Body
What a Saturday
What is a Daddy Dom? Pt. 2
Reality Check: Eating Food
Thursday, November 15, 2007
In my experience, I find stress is something I don't realise I am under until it is pointed out to me. In the last few weeks I have done the same repetitive grind every single day, but kept some time open for some relaxation, my daily exercise and masturbation (when circumstances permitted).
The first indication I was under stress was the weight loss. I've lost 5.5kg in 3 weeks (50+ total). I'm glad it is off, and I'm going to keep it off, but it was a shock to see how much when graphed, the last few weeks were precipitous. Overall, that's a positive.
When I look at the figures, I had a very regular masturbation schedule. When I compare it to April (the other crunch time this year), it was much better. But, I think the effect was not great as this time. Toward the end of writing my thesis, I noticed that jerking off just wasn't doing it any more. Felt mechanical and kind of dull. As a single fellow, this is a disturbing revelation. But I ignored it and finished writing.
I handed it in and went home a significantly happier person.
I do have some work to follow (I get to present to the faculty and have one exam), but they are a while off and require a lot less input. Night rolls around, we eat, watch TV, usual evening family stuff and afterwards head in our separate directions.
I had been waiting for this moment. The moment I could jerk off and not be concerned about how late it was getting, and what needed to be done tomorrow and the never ending concern about your write up making sense.
I lay on my bed after my shower and felt the waves of the fan circulate in my boxers. With the weight loss of the last 3 or so months, everything feels different. It has taken some getting used to, but not at all in a negative way. I can't afford new clothes and it doesn't matter if the the stuff I sleep in is 3 sizes too big - the upshot is that it billows and falls off with no effort.
Jerking away, I also find what 3 weeks of no trimming does to public hair - the first time I'd noticed. I fantasized about the weather lady on TV, who predicted some horrible weather the following day, I bet she did it on purpose, she'd have to shown that that wasn't acceptable.
Sure enough, the inevitable occurs, but is different from the prior 3 weeks. It felt good. Really good. A toe curler and then some. I think it was good the parents had their noisy fan going, because there was some vocal activity to signify the return of pleasure. It was almost as if in those three weeks, I'd ejaculated numerous times but not orgasmed. Or, like the pleasurable sensations had been stored up - maybe a subconscious incentive to keep focussed on work.
I wanted to go again, but I think the 3 weeks of banked up pleasure came along with 3 weeks of banked up sleep debt.
Either way, I find her incredibly appealing. Plus, I think a pearl necklace would have been a better choice for her ;)
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I don't particularly like the show, I find this New York socialite stuff to be comprised of great amounts of bullshittery. The characters grate my nerves, but I have no problem watching Kristen Davis :)