A List of Things You Can do When Bored

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Let’s face it, lists are fun. Being bored is NOT fun, so, I decided I would list some things you could do when you are bored. Hopefully, you will enjoy this list.

  1. Masturbate- A fun and simple way to relieve boredom, AND relaxing too.

 

  1. Go Skydiving- This is a real ass kicker and unbelievable experience, hey, “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it”.

 

 

  1. Make paper dolls out of an old newspaper…Go on, TRY it.

 

  1. Play with paper dolls after making them. Hehehehehe…I CAUGHT you.

 

 

  1. Try reading a book longer than “War and Peace”.

 

  1. Take a walk in the rain, OR, if you have an arid climate, take a long shower and pretend you are walking in the rain. Hell, you might even make it better by masturbating while you’re in there.

 

 

  1. String paper clips together and see how long of a chain you can make.

 

  1. Eat something, regret what you ate, and repeat.

 

 

  1. Sleep, but, then you would be missing all of the fun activities I’ve already listed.

 

  1. Drink-OK, I KNOW I shouldn’t list this, but, it has always been a good boredom reliever for me, and then, Usually, I masturbate.

 

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…

 

 

Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

I have been reading your posts for a long time now, and I have a question. I am a girl of 23 who lives with two roommates. One, I’ll call Paula, and also a boy maned Manny.

My question is this: Is it possible to fall in love with both of them? We have lived together now for 3 years and have become very friendly. I have dated both of them, and I think I am in love with both Manny and Paula.

As yet, I have not slept with either, but I believe that they both want to sleep with me. I am torn because I love them both and do not want the other one to get jealous. What’s your take on this?

Confused in Kentucky

 

Dear Confused in Kentucky:

Wow!!! You have really said a mouthful here. First off, you don’t seem to have any qualms about your sexuality, that’s good. At least you know and accept that you are bi-sexual.

As far as having sex with either or both, that’s a tricky one. Has either one of them made a move on you, or hinted that they WANT to sleep with you? If they have, then I would confront BOTH of them and tell them how you feel about them.

Then, if you sleep with one, at least the other will be aware of your feelings. Hopefully this will work out for you, but since you are only 23, I wouldn’t be jumping into anything just yet. Date for a while, see many people and THEN make your decisions.

Good luck…

 

 

Sooz’s Diary

 Dear Diary:

It’s Wednesday and I am about ready to jump out of my skin. God, I hate this feeling. Why can’t I just have a normal sex drive like everyone else, I have been CONSUMED recently with the thought of giving/having sex.

OK, I’m crazed, I NEED it and WANT it NOW!!!  My Psych. My professor asked me out again, but I turned her down. I am at least TRYING to do the right things in my life, it’s just that this fucking sex drive keeps getting in my way.

I am consumed, no, obsessed with this condition. Meds have never seemed to help, nor has talking about it with my psychiatrist. What the HELL am I supposed to do? My mind says, “You are a good girl Sooz”, but my body just says,”Fuck YOU mind, she needs to get laid NOW.”

I am I such a quandary and don’t know which way is up right now. I need to sleep before MS. HYDE takes over and I do something that wouldn’t be wise. Damn this affliction.

 

 

 

                                                                                        

 

Sex Education at the Office

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Why does this sort of thing always happen to me? Hi, my name is Allison Crossfire; I am a Psychiatrist and sex therapist for the County of Los Angeles.

For years now, it has been my job to treat those who have a problem with sexual deficiencies. I love my job, ever since I was a little girl I have always seen myself as helping those that are in need.

You see, I MYSELF am one of those folks who was born with an over-stimulated sex drive. For years, I struggled with the needs and urges of my sexual beast, in truth, I still do.

She was my patient, her name was Camille and she also suffered from the same demons as I do on a daily basis. My colleagues all said NOT to treat her as I may fall into the transference trap, and Not be able to help her.

Fifteen years on the job told me differently, so I welcomed Camille and explained what we would do in therapy. She was a beautiful woman, 32 years old, married to her husband for 6 years, but she could never be fully satisfied sexually.

Oh sure, she could achieve orgasm over and over, but once satisfied, the feelings of raw sexuality crept back into her loins like those of a tiger just waiting to pounce on its prey.

Hoping to help ease her concerns, I explained my OWN demons, and what I had found was necessary to rein them in. She explained that she loved her husband, but that he just didn’t understand her and often rejected her advances when she needed him the most.

I told her that was very common and that she should sit him down and explain about her desires and needs. After all, this was going to have to be a two way street if it had any hope of working.

For weeks I saw her, and it was always the same thing, NOT ENOUGH SEX. The more she spoke, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to this beauty.  I realized that my feelings should have been strictly clinical, but my pussy didn’t agree, the more she spoke about sex, the hornier I would get. Looking into her eyes during the sessions, I KNEW she felt it too. I needed to walk away, but my body said otherwise.

The last session with her was my Waterloo. She came dressed in a see through blouse which showed off her voluptuous upturned breasts. Her skirt was short enough to show her wearing a thong when she sat down, which made my pulse started to race like a woman who just finished a marathon. I WANTED her.

She started to speak and I just had to jump in, “Camille, are you as turned on right now as I am”, I asked. She responded by leaning in, placing her lips over mine and gently kissed them.

My pussy went into overdrive as it felt as though I had wet my pants. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, and said, “Would you like to suckle me?” I just nodded, unbuttoned that blouse, removed her bra, and placed my hot lips over her nipples sucking them like wild abandon.

She started to moan as I gently bit her nipples, and then sucked again. Another delicious moan arose as I removed her skirt and brought her to the floor. She was mine now, patient or no patient; she was finally going to get the sex she so badly needed.

I went from her head to her toes, stroking her, and licking her till she nearly came from her pleasure. I was obsessed, SHE was obsessed and no-one could break us apart until we had each been satisfied from the beast’s lust.

Licking a woman’s pussy has always been a favorite of mine, the smell of sex, the taste, and watching and listening to the moans of pleasure. Around her clit I went, up and down, then slowly and lovingly entered my tongue into her love cavity as she did mine.

We were insane, but we were ALIVE with lust’s pleasure and there was NO word for stop. In and out went my tongue until I felt her tense, and then scream with ecstatic pleasure. I could no longer contain my composure and also screamed out like a banshee in the night. We were alone, and the night was quiet once again.

Was I wrong for pursuing this, YES; in fact I gave up my practice the next day and moved away. The pain I had caused this young woman was MY fault, yet, the pleasure was also something we would both never forget.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.”

 

 

Just Ask Sooz

Dear Sooz:

I have a problem. I am an 18 year old girl who constantly thinks about sex. I feel like a crazed animal Sooz, I think about it, masturbate constantly, and have even gone out of my way to receive it.

This has affected my thinking and I feel like a freak. I realize that being a teenager, my hormones are raging, but they are going overboard. All I want to do is screw anything in pants.

This may sound funny to some, but to me, it has become a problem. What can I do to help ease these feelings of need?

Sally Sexpot

 

Dear Sally:

I wish I could say presto and it would all go away but I can’t. You see, I myself feel now, and have felt as you for years. In MY case, it is called hyper-sexuality.

For you, I would advise seeing your Dr. and have either him or her advise you. It COULD be different things causing this problem. While it IS normal to have increased feelings of sexuality in your teenage years, it should NOT affect your thinking process.

Please see your Dr. as soon as possible to advise you regarding this condition. I wish you much luck, as for ME, nothing has seemed to help. All the best.

 

 

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?

 

 

 

Adult Poetry by Sooz

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I have had this one rolling inside me for a long time and I just HAD to let it out…Hope you like it anyway…

(To the tune of Pop goes the weasel)

 

All round the Johnson or Dick,

The girl chased balls that were hairy,

That’s the way the way game is played,

POP goes the Cherry!!!

Today I’m Feelin’ Sexy

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That’s right folks, I am feelin’ HOT and Sexy, and it’s not even Tuesday. I woke up this mornin’, put my fingers on my breasts and just let the world go by.

 

I’m sure you will excuse the brevity of this piece, there is something I need to take care of. Talk to you all later.