The Secret Diary of Janey Jones

There will be no more acting orgasmic ovations.

No more fork dropping! The words hooked out of my mouth by a man fisher: Oh! Look at this twenty-pound sentence he caught! Don’t take a picture of my paragraph. Hang my body on the wall of your home office and throw paper airplanes at me.

The last ten months have been amusing, but I have no muse. I am tearing the house down, leaving only a stable foundation.
 
Sequestering
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rings on rocks

I wear ten-dollar cotton dresses and jewelry from Tiffany on my neck and in my ears. My wrists and my ankles are naked, waiting for the bondage gold.
 
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Date 1

My mouth is hooked. He hooked it last week on the first date. I didn't want to blow him so quickly. I really liked him and wanted to wait. He said to me: I want my come right in your mouth. I said: It's too soon. I couldn't believe he said that. I was even wondering if he reads my words. :eek:

Five minutes later we are driving down a dark and dangerous road and my hand unzipped his jeans. I unhooked the seatbelts, and blew his brains out. I sucked it right. I wasn't lollipopping it, and I wasn't fucking around. He didn't even pull the car over till after he shot a huge load into my throat.

When the car came to quick halt, we laughed hysterically like maniacs in between his uhhhhhs, still uhhhhhing after the fact and WTF, WTF just happened to me uhhhhhhs. And then he squeezed my face off with his kisses, and words.
 
My mouth is hooked. He hooked it last week on the first date. I didn't want to blow him so quickly. I really liked him and wanted to wait. He said to me: I want my come right in your mouth. I said: It's too soon. I couldn't believe he said that. I was even wondering if he reads my words. :eek:

Five minutes later we are driving down a dark and dangerous road and my hand unzipped his jeans. I unhooked the seatbelts, and blew his brains out. I sucked it right. I wasn't lollipopping it, and I wasn't fucking around. He didn't even pull the car over till after he shot a huge load into my throat.

When the car came to quick halt, we laughed hysterically like maniacs in between his uhhhhhs, still uhhhhhing after the fact and WTF, WTF just happened to me uhhhhhhs. And then he squeezed my face off with his kisses, and words.

:rolleyes: Nurselings
 
The back door to the Irish bar has my name on it. I grew up here. If you ever forget who you are, go back to where you came from. I'd never bring my lover here lol.
 
It was an intense two-week lover affair that left me with a chest cold on a Saturday night. I am no good for the long term. I never learned how to be that girl. I am inadequate and dysfunctional and alone with my sloppy science. I might even cry just to feel the hot stream on my face.

I was closer to the real thing for the first time that I can remember, and I ruined it with my busy spontaneity and the high-energy ding. I do what I want, I don’t know how to be tame and that is my final character defect.

Now I know why he put the gag ball in my mouth, to shut me up, because I say the craziest things.

The funny thing is this: I came out of my head and now I can’t find my way back to my head. I am crawling to myself.
 
I am a brick wall and I screw myself with self-tappers. Experience is a hammer drill and I have many pilot holes to fill with blue screws. Life is a rotary hammer and it doesn’t matter how many blows per minute because I am not an engineer. My heart is filled with pretty blue Tapcons.
 
I am desperately trying to control myself. I am glad he is gone on an expedition. I want the whole cookie and a glass of milk too.
 
I desire restraint to contain the energy that seeps from the tiny holes in my skin. I have tried everything from seclusion to fabric. I am moving on to neuro-anatomy, if that doesn’t beat me down, I don’t know what will.
 
I gave my heart to an electrician and my brain shorted out. I wanted welding not shocking. My love needed a steel cage, what I got was an electric collar. There was an electrical fire and I tried to put it out with my tears and became the conductive path that made it worse. I won’t beg an electrician to do an ironworkers job, ever again.
 
Thank you, please come back. I was running naked in the woods again. I turned around and realized he wasn't chasing me. In fact he was walking slowly away. I got on my knees and I am still crawling back to myself, and I can't remember where my house is.
 
I would like to be in love. I just can't handle it. There is a small chance of a possibility that I have issues or something.
 
issues that i pretend do not exist as I trip threw life happily, and stumble upon great experiences.
 
My heart doesn’t have a dimmer switch, that is advanced technology. I am the plain old-fashioned light switch in the kitchen that is flicked on, or flicked off. When the light is on in that kitchen, I am making a sandwich for my lover. When the light is turned off, I am in the dark and not really thinking about his cock.
 
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