Sooz’s Diary

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Dear Diary:

As I write these words I am curious to that of Human Nature. Some people see me as a former captain of industry, and now a student redefining her life, others, see me as a drunken whore and a woman without conscience.

It’s almost as if I have two separate personalities, and yet, I am merely a woman, nothing more and nothing less. Yes, I have faults and talents like the rest of Humanity, and yes, my feelings can be hurt, and believe it or not, cut me and I bleed just like you do.

Why is it that MANY want my persona to be the drunk and sexual Nymphomaniac? Is it because I am easy after I am drunk, and they can just have their way with me? Helene, perhaps I should send a letter to Just Ask Sooz and find out.

The truth is I AM an alcoholic who IS a Nymphomaniac. I have had my ups and downs with the alcohol, but my sexual response is one in which I have never been able to quell.

Does this mean I don’t have a conscience…NO. I DO have a conscience, one in which I wrestle with each and every day. Why, because it is BECAUSE of my increased sexual arousal that I have created many unhappy people.

If there is a Hell will I burn there for eternity, I HOPE not, and yet, I still can’t seem to control my urges. Should I be doomed for something that is incurable? I don’t know, I wonder about these things a lot.

All this worry is probably just for naught however. If there is a final judgement, I guess I’ll just have to wait and find out the fate that surrounds me. If there is NO final judgement, then I guess I won’t have to worry about these matters.

I guess the best thing I can do is to live my life the best way I know how, and help those who are less fortunate than I am. This way I can at least hedge my bets… Hehehehe.

Until Later Diary…

 

 

Just Ask Sooz

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Dear Sooz:

I am an 18 year old young woman who would like your opinion on something. Recently, my friends who have also just turned 18 got fake ID badges and use it to go out to clubs, get drunk, and carouse with guys.

I must admit the thought has also crossed my mind, but, I am a little afraid to join the club. I have never been drunk, but to hear my girlfriends talk about it, there is nothing better.

While going to the clubs and dancing sounds like fun, my moral compass airs on the side of caution. What do you think? I would like to but am a bit afraid.

Sober Teenager

 

Dear Sober Teenager:

I must tell you, what I wouldn’t give NOT to have had my first drink. At 18, you have your whole life ahead of you. I’m sure you will think of MANY ways to get yourself into trouble, wait a while.

Getting drunk eases your inhibitions, and makes you think you are invulnerable. Just ASK me, I’ll tell you. Many times, date rape occurs after a night of heavy drinking. Early pregnancy can occur and then you will have to worry about being a parent, then, you WON’T have time to get to the clubs.

Keep your current moral compass and let your friends worry about the consequences. You will be the smarter woman. Good luck.

Sooz’s Diary

 

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** Erotic Content**

Pent-up, tense, and wild like a cat, that’s how I felt. School had been going well, but I was tired living like a NUN. Sometimes the urge just gets to be too much, and I just need that release. I KNEW how to satisfy that itch,   so I called Madame Olga and made an appointment.

Hotter and wetter I got just thinking about the pain and the pleasure awaiting me. I must admit, while I enjoy ALL sex, S&M has always been one of my favorite varieties. The whack of the riding crop on my ass followed by the gentle kissing and feathering technique has ALWAYS brought me to orgasm.

Olga met me at the door and kissed me hard while gently feeling my breasts on top of my white silk blouse. I smelled whiskey on her breath and it made me wish I had never quit. You haven’t been drinking; she said as she removed her hand from my tits and placed one on my ass.

“I quit”, I said. “Oh NO”, she said with a smile, “that won’t do, I like you nice and drunk, now come and drink with me”. She disappeared and in a couple of minutes, she brought out a whole pitcher of Vodka and Cranberry.

“But I…” “Nonsense”, she said, “my house, my rules”. I took a long pull from my drink and it was like Heaven. Warm sensations ran from my lips to my Nether Region and I knew that this was NOT going to be my last drink.

We drank for an hour, and once again, ALL my inhibitions were gone, the world was my oyster, I was drunk. Olga, what a beauty, long flowing blond hair, luscious thicker lips and a body that wouldn’t quit, I WANTED her. Her tight leather outfit accentuated all her charms like honey on a bee hive.

She undressed me slowly while teasing me with those beautiful lips. For tonight, I was hers, and she knew it. She tied my hands with rope and made me get on my knees. “You’ve been a BAD girl Sooz, you need to be punished”. She took out her riding crop and laid it against my ass. Again and again the angry whip flew until the pain had been offset by a tool made entirely of feathers. God did that feel good. Again with the whip followed by gentle licking kisses. Then, something I wasn’t expecting, she stood me up, went and got a hot towel and placed it between my legs while holding it on both sides.

“Piss yourself”, she commanded, and I did. Warm, comforting yellow piss ran from my taint into the towel and onto the marks on my ass. I was just about to Cum when Olga removed the towel and started kissing and licking my dripping piss.

Nothing more to say, I came till there was no tomorrow. Olga smiled at me and said, “Feel better now”? “OMG”, I panted out, “that was amazing”. She untied my hands, gave me a robe and said, “You’re too drunk to drive, you’ll stay here tonight with me”.

I happily agreed and returned the favor for HER in the morning. “I needed that”. I wanted a drink, but decided against it and we said our good-byes. I returned to school happier and with a lot less nunnery on my mind.

Until Later…

 

 

Santa or Krampus…Hmmmmm.

The song Santa Claus is Coming to Town is a warning to all the kids out there to be good, OTHERWISE, instead of St Nick coming to town, it might just be Krampus instead.

Krampus is the DEMON Santa Clause who comes to bad children’s homes and can do mean and awful things: like kidnap them, and take them to Hell, beat them with Birch branches or whips, but usually, instead of presents, the children might only receive a lump of coal.

I know there were plenty of years that I would look outside my bedroom window just waiting to see who would come, Santa, or Krampus, as my mother would tell me the horrible things that this monster was capable of.

Usually, she would laugh afterwards and then return to her evening drunk. Ahhh, life in MY house. It wasn’t until I was about 9 before I no longer kept a watchful eye out. I kept wondering why Krampus never took away evil PARENTS, why just the kids?

Thankfully, I realize today that Krampus was not real and that my mother was just trying to scare the Be-Jesus out of me, it WORKED. To this day, I still  CAN’T watch the Grinch because it reminds me of Krampus.

Kids…Just be good and you will NEVER have to worry about Krampus . Sure, you might STILL get coal as a gift, BUT, hopefully, it will be compressed into a beautiful diamond shape with a proposal following.

Until Later…

 

                            

 

 

Twas the Night Before Xmas Parody

  I wrote this a while ago but I liked it so much I thought I would re post it. I hope you enjoy it.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring except for a couple of rats in my walls and the bat which came down my chimney.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but NOT carefully enough because the long assed stockings caught fire and nearly burned down my mantle.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, at least THIS is what the parents thought. The crafty little bastards were already stealthily searching the house for their presents.

And mamma in her kerchief, and me in my hat, were drunk as a skunk and ready for a nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed and called the cops. “Hey…I’m trying to sleep here.”

Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and dropped all my Hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow seemed to rise and to fall like freshly baked dough. Hey…They can’t ALL be funny…”Give me a freakin’ break will ya??????”

When what to my wondering eyes should appear a HUGE ass sleigh and eight big as elephants Reindeer. I quit drinking Scotch shortly after that.

With a little old driver so lively and quick, I saw Santa Clause; the booze had done its trick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.” Hearing this I shouted out “WTF!!!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, (???), when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky. (SERIOUSLY????) So up to the housetop, the coursers they flew, (Why didn’t they just call them the f**king Reindeer?),with the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. I hope that red suited old man doesn’t expect ME to clean up that Reindeer Poop on the roof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He ruined my WHOLE freakin’ chimney too that fat bastard.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet, (Sale on at Macy’s), and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. Serves the A hole right for comin’ don my chimney.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And I thought…GREAT…This guy stole from the Toys for Tots shelter.

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cheery. No WONDER… His breath smelled like he had just come from a major WINE tasting Vineyard.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. I think he colors it…

He had a broad face and a round little belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. OK…I’m being KIND here…The guy HAD to weigh in at over 500 lbs.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, (I never KNEW that Santa WAS an elf), and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, he scared the livin’ bejesus out of me, kinda like the exorcist. Oh wait…This doesn’t rhyme…Oh well…!?!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the remaining BURNT stockings then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose, he picked out the booger and up the chimney he rose.

He staggered to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him explain, as he drove out of sight, “DON’T tell anyone and have a good night.”

Happy Christmas!!!

Until Later…

Just Ask Sooz

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Dear Sooz:

Recently, my boyfriend of 8 years dumped me for another woman. No rhyme or reason from him, just a, “We need to see other people”. What the Hell? For 8 years I have been his best friend, confidant, and sex partner, and all I get is, “ We need to see other people”.

Why is life so cruel? How can I go on and ever believe that one day I will really meet Mr. Right? I mean 8 fucking good years Sooz, and then like an old dog bone, I was just thrown away.

I am so angry and hurt; I don’t know how to deal with my feelings. I considered suicide, but then, I thought better of it. I got drunker than a skunk, but all I got from that was a huge hangover the next day.

My girlfriends all tell me to find someone else and move on, but at this point, I don’t know whether I want to see anyone else or not. I am just hurting so much.

Any advice you could offer me to help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for listening to me.

Rag Doll

 

Dear Rag Doll:

Sometimes LIFE SUCKS, there is no getting around that. He seems to be a real dick head to me and if the truth be told, you are probably better off without him.

Go out with your girlfriends and keep busy. Eventually, the pain and anger will subside and you will be able to move on, this I know from personal experience, believe me.

The saying, “Time heals all wounds” is true, there is NO quick fix here, keep busy and eventually the pain you are experiencing will lessen and let you be able to carry on normally again. Good Luck.

 

 

 

 

Hot and on the Prowl

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Some folks call me a Cougar, others call me a slut, you can call me what you like as long as you give me the two things I need to survive, booze and sex. Funny really, I never thought I’d wind up this way, alone, drunk, and with a sexual craving I couldn’t control. 

 

Oh sure, I started out like everyone else, a good Catholic girl who believed all those fairy tales about Heaven and Hell, even had the nuns beat into my head that sex was wrong and that if I masturbated, I would not only go to Hell, I would also go blind.

 

Well, guess what, I masturbated till my fingers were raw and my Pussy STILL cried out for more. By the way, I can still spot a fly at 20 yards, so I guess I dispelled THAT myth also.

 

It was 2:00 AM, a Wednesday, I was drunk as usual and my Pussy was HOT and WET. I needed to get laid, and it had to be soon before I passed out. I turned next to the guy I was drinking with and slurringly said, “You wanna take me home and have your way with me”?

 

He half looked at me through those yellowish red eyes and nodded. As we left the bar, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it all the way home, when in the cab, I took his hand, put it inside my pants until  his main fucking finger was inside me. Them, I grabbed his cock and started working it up and down like the pro I was.

 

He only lasted about 5 Minutes as I heard him let out a satisfied Ahhhhhhh. I was right behind him as his fingers lubricated me like an aqueduct lubricating pipes.

 

God he was good, sure, I was drunked up pretty good but he had a way about him that lit my flame and took me into Nirvanna. The cab came to our destination and he paid the man with half his pants still hanging down.

 

We went into my place, drank until I passed out and woke up the next morning with him on top of me. I told him I had a Hell of a hangover, got outta bed and poured myself a stiff one.

 

He zipped up, said thanks for last night and dissappeared like a ghost on the morning after Halloween. As for me, I just went back to my bottle planning my time for THIS evening. “What a life, what a life indeed.”

 

 

Random Thoughts

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I have been thinking and drinking today, just looking back over my life, and I have found that when drunk, I can still function. Now, does this mean that I am just meant to be a drunk, or that it is OK for me to get wasted once in a while?

I must admit, I have gone to class drunk and no one even noticed. My average is still an A so my drinking has not seemed to affect my school work, so what’s the harm?

Drinking seems to slow, but focus my mind. Usually, I write better drunk than sober. I don’t know, I KNOW that I shouldn’t drink, one, because I’m an alcoholic, and two, because I get VERY horny and want to jump ANYONE in sight.

Still, I love the feeling and the relief it brings from the everyday pressures. Believe it or not, there are guys AND girls both who wish I would REMAIN drunk so they could take advantage of my induced lust.

Certainly I remember going through rehab and the pain it caused for a couple of weeks. That is something I certainly don’t wanna do again, but I feel like my control is slipping and that I am falling deeper and deeper into the hold of the demon spirit.

I have called my sponsor and that helps for a while, but I have found that the devil on my shoulder takes over, and I fall back into the dark pit of drunkenness once again.

I don’t know what to do. Once a drunk, always a drunk, or keep on fighting the temptations that are tearing my flesh apart. I can’t write anymore as I am slipping deeper and deeper into temptations lust. I will sign off for now and pick it up another time…

 

Drunk Again

It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, I’m drunk, and I NEED sex. That first drink really messed me up on that date with my professor. I KNEW I shouldn’t have imbibed, but as I said, beautiful women are my kryptonite. Damn…

Today, I had the taste, just like years ago, I NEEDED a drink or ten. I got up, went to the liquor store and bought me a bottle of Gray Goose Vodka and then, bought some cranberry juice.

Vodka and cranberry have always been my drink of choice, and as I mentioned, I had the need. The sensation of being relaxed, and not in control for a change, egged me on like a dog to a steak.

The first drink went down so smooth I immediately had to refill my glass until I am in the current state I am in. Am I PROUD of myself, NO, but as I said, I am NOT a saint and I needed to relax.

As per usual, when I drink to the point of intoxication, I NEED sex. Just to give you some insight, my pants are already off and I have been feeling my wet pussy with a vibrator.

Man I’m feelin’ good. I realize this blog is a little salacious, but I really could NOT help myself. If you’ll excuse me, I need to feel my tits with my other hand now so I can CUM.

Sorry if this offended anyone…I just love writing when I’m drunk… Bye for now…MUAH!!!!!

 

 

Sooz’s Confession

I screwed up. After a long time without a drop of alcohol, I went out with one of my professors, got drunk and slept with her. I didn’t mean to but it was a professor peer pressure thing.

I have told you that I have been ogling my professors, well, this time I was asked to stay after from class to go over one of my papers and she asked me out.

You must be thinking, is she married, and the answer is no. I must admit, my glands were working overtime like a teenage girl in heat. I hadn’t had sex with anyone since I started school and I was wet as a Texas storm.

Twice I thought about accepting her offer, but in my “condition”, good judgement was clouded my raging hormones. Politely, I accepted and met her at a nearby bar after school.

Before you criticize me, let me just say that WHY she is a college professor is beyond me. She has long blond hair, a face like Aphrodite, and a body that says “come hither, I’m yours. What the HELL was I supposed to do? She could easily have been a model or movie star, was I gonna turn THAT down, I think NOT?

We sat down, and she ordered drinks for BOTH of us. She mentioned that she was ordering a “special” drink and that I would love it. Did I have the will power to turn it down, NO; good looking women are my kryptonite.

She was intelligent, a great conversationalist, and kept placing her hand on my leg every chance she got. I was hooked, she ordered more and more drinks, and like a fool, I kept sucking them down. What the HELL was I doing?

The night went on like a perfect dream, both drunk; I asked her back to my place. We got in my door and I placed my lips on hers, and my hands on her breasts, and off came the clothes. She was a vision.

In the morning, I had two things, a horrific hangover, and a regret that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Would I ever see her again? My body immediately answered with a resounding yes, while my mind said no.

We parted ways and she said,”I’ll see you in class”, I made two resolutions that day:

  1. Don’t do anymore drinking
  2. Don’t sleep with anymore of my professors

Did I enjoy my night of carousing, sure, would I ever do it again, only time will tell?