summer love
I like to masturbate with the windows open, imagining the passerby’s sliding through the window and joining in on my sexy escapade. fantasy or not, my moans exit through the window and get caught in the summer breeze- catching the sun and doing a lascivious dance for all who notice.
on that same topic, my best friend has been living with me, and the other morning totally walked in on me masturbating-
it was 7:45 in the morning, the apt was empty, i was about to leave for work- and like so many other mornings i wanted to have a wank before i went to work- you know- get some release before dealing with the public- whatever-
anyway- it was one of those times when i get going, then realize that my batteries are low, so i get up, change them, return to bed and am ooohhh so close to coming when i hear the front door open (which leads into my bedroom- tiny apt, shared between ladies- you know)
FUCK! i think- shutting off the vibrator and stuffing it under the covers, meanwhile pulling them up slightly so its not obvious that my pants are by my ankles, as my darling sweet beautiful friend walks in still covered in sleep herself.
“hey”
“hey”
“are you going to work?” she asks
“in a minute-” i respond as she heads to her back room, immediately falling into bed. I stand, sigh, dress myself and head out myself, as i leave, i notice her fast asleep. “and i totally could have finished” i think, but at this point, i am already late for work, and you can only re-start so many times. you bet your ass though, the first thing i did when i got home that afternoon was finish the damn job.
that’s the funny thing about living in such close quarters with someone, intimacy becomes something different- something you can’t avoid. it can be both beautiful and aggravating. i say this without complaint though, for i love this women so very much. i just wish she would come in the back door. 
this weekend was great- congress theater friday night, thievery corporation- which fucking rocked! And i thank all parties involved for that!
sat i went to a swingers party, which was a bit weird, and although i enjoyed myself, i found myself feeling a bit trapped and at someone elses mercy, which i fucking hate- i like being able to do what i want when i want, and there were a few moments when i was unable to do that, which blew. badly. I also find in many situations that people are so categorizational, meaning, most of my best friends don’t fall into gay or straight categories, and i found myself that night amidst people who are supposed to be open and accepting and eager to open the doors to sexual experience, and the conversation is clouded with gay and straight and that only women can fuck each other and men can’t – which is soooo fucking absurd to me. people are people. love them all. thats what i think. and so there i sat. the youngest by far. smoking in the dark. wishing i could go home and be among those i love. instead i was among those whose ideas i found so hypocritical and shrouded. Now i am not going to deny the enjoyment that i had, as a women a good 15 years my senior went down on me for like 20 minutes- and it was fabulous. point proven once again.
on that same sort of subject, the pride parade on sunday was a fucking blast! margaritas from the get go, dancing, swagger, drag queens, my best peeps, love love love love abounds!
last week, David and I did a scene for a project not of our own, but damn it was fun. its been a long time since i’ve fucked in front of the camera, and i forgot how much i loved it. hopefully it will amount to something and be profitable.
my work week began and i am sun-kissed and worn, but loving it all. summer has me in its swing, and i dip and fall in the arms of it.
xoxoxoxo
- Morgana
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