Naughty Nice Girl Confessions

trying to harmonize my inner bitch babe w/ my angelic princess

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it’s kind of creepy but one of my ex boyfriends looks a lot like Club Kid Michael Alig…and makes me miss my raving days with that pretty boy.

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compliments and praise

one of the best things I hear, ever, from a boy is “when you listen to music you really get it.”

and I’m listening to NIN right now…it’s slow and mellow…not the raging angst ridden grind that all the masses thrash to…

and I get it…

"find yourself afraid to see…"

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Minutes before his arrival

I took a gulp of his alcohol…maintenance¬† on the lovely toasted buzz I cultivated earlier.

I thought I was on the rag, but it was just spotting. Strange how my body works these days. Maybe we’ll fuck and it won’t be so messy.

I remember those first days, of intoxication and openness. Where I felt so trusting to share with a boy. But then he wandered away to other loving arms.

Mine seemed so cold at the time.

"You don’t reach out and hold my hand" he says…

and I lament my strangeness again….

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Note: buy batteries

My bullet needs batteries. It’s gone from rumbling like a tiny semi truck to feeling as if it were now powered by bicycle.

I had to envision being “treated” for hysteria by a hot but straightlaced Victorian physician with an antique manual masturbator to get off.

Sure in my fantasy he later gives up using just the device and bones me himself, but it was there.

Time to steal or go shopping…

Filed under victorian victorian era sexual invention vibrator sex toys bullet sexy hysteria

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In an ideal world I would be this wisely candid sort of mystic that shares my sexual experiences and interests with others in a wonderfully helpful and inspiring way that informs or rests alongside my non-sexual activities (such as my soulful or business activities).
As it is right now…well things are still a little “nerfed”. The Nice whitewashes my juicy stories before publication on my more public brands for fear they may be too colorful to inspire safe behavior. And The Naughty ends up making proposals in gibberish instead of smooth seductive speech due to lack of practice and training and being forced into daily muzzle wearing.

*sigh* but I’ll work it out.

In an ideal world I would be this wisely candid sort of mystic that shares my sexual experiences and interests with others in a wonderfully helpful and inspiring way that informs or rests alongside my non-sexual activities (such as my soulful or business activities).

As it is right now…well things are still a little “nerfed”. The Nice whitewashes my juicy stories before publication on my more public brands for fear they may be too colorful to inspire safe behavior. And The Naughty ends up making proposals in gibberish instead of smooth seductive speech due to lack of practice and training and being forced into daily muzzle wearing.

*sigh* but I’ll work it out.

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Things I don’t tell my BFF

Female friendships are fragile. I of course know this from the experience of having all of my best girl friends dump me at least one time during our friendship. So while I love my girls I have learned to be a little guarded over the years.

Topics I reconsider spilling during a chatty chickfest? Pretty much anything to do with sexual experimentation and the very charismatic men I happen to involve myself with.

For example: I have not told my main girl - lets call her Lovely Tempest - my enjoyment of anal sex.

And why not? Well, she might freak out a little. Under the surface of course.

Plus, it’s not something I can gracefully present into our usual buffet of conversation topics which namely consist of art, creative business, psychology, and new wave feminism.

"yeah those paintings are gorgeously intense - reminds me of the first time ____ put his cock in my ass! wow! it was raw bliss!"

Yeah…no.

Meanwhile my not-so-main-girlfriend Venus de Mama wouldn’t even bat an eyelash to talk of backdoor penetration. But she always was kind of a slut…

Filed under naughtygirl naughtynicegirl sex talk sexuality female friendships my bff mum's the word don't tell her that tmi

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The Battle of Truth and Lies

Naughty side wants me to lie about my unused car. For a number of vanity ego based reasons of course. It’s just not fashionable to be without a vehicle in this town. And well, I’m a fashionably styled girl already so it’s hard to reconcile.But the main reason is just expediting a bullshit conversation about the not so pretty mundane.

The Naughty in me wants to say - “my car is in the shop” instead of letting The Nice grease it all up with dripping technical honesty.

Which takes for. Fucking. Ever.

"Yeah, I have a car…but I’m not driving it because…blahblahblah blah blah."

The demon in me says - look you’ve got other shit to do ok, and this isn’t one of your entertaining stories anyway so just expedite the bullshit and get this conversation topic OVER

"My. Car. Is. In. The. Shop! In the fuckass non-drivable-right-now shop. I may not drive it ever! It may not get fixed ever! Can we please NEVER have this conversation again? EVER???"

For fucking time saving sakes!

I mean it’s not like I’m mad about the situation itself - ie not driving…I just hate all the honest explaining. And you know what? My Nice is starting to get the point…

if only lying didn’t feel so oogy…