tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732115797550223052012-02-02T11:05:42.012-05:00fictional journal entries by the characters of telly seronetelly seronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07937240295534034630noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073211579755022305.post-82362310168147701842007-06-10T02:49:00.000-04:002007-06-10T03:29:08.514-04:00

i'm taking you to a level so much deeperi'm making love to your mindi'm reaching the innermost spacesthat even for you are hard to findthe deepest depths of your cerebrumwhere all your hidden thoughts are kepti make you go there and retrieve them for mebecause no one else can get you this wetno one else has ever drained your passionto the point that you've lost all controlno one else has ever had

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dear ej,Call me crazy, but I love my wife. So much that I'm willing to do what most men would deem unthinkable. I'm going to allow her to sleep with other men.The thing is, I know that I'm a good husband. Better yet, I'm a great husband. I'm a wonderful father and a fine provider. The relationship I have with my wife is fantastic. Our bond is emotionally, mentally and spiritually sound. But there

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dear ej,Torry Logan does not stand a chance against me. He never has. I beat him when we were kids. I beat him when we were amateurs. I beat him in the Olympic trials. I'm sure he knows that I will beat him again. But still, he demands to fight me. What a fool.I'm in the best shape of my life. My body has never been more chiseled. I look like a sculpted piece of stone. My abs are rock hard. It's

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dear ej,The job is confirmed. The wire transfer of $250,000 to the dummy account is complete. I'll get the other half in cash when I deliver Sal Tivoli's left hand to the one who hired me. That person shall remain nameless, even in my own journal.According to the one who hired me, "Big Sal" will be in Washington, DC, for a relaxing week at the outstanding Mandarin Oriental Hotel. No doubt, in one

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sometimes you sound so damn cutelike the way you say my namesometimes when you wear that gray sweatsuityou set my loins aflamesometimes you make me hardjust from the way you're layingsometimes i wanna fukk youjust because of how your hips are swayingsometimes just seeing you when i get homemakes my day oksometimes i'm so hot for youi wanna get in it with no foreplaysometimes you can make me

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be sure to check out journal entrysharon g. (part 1)dear ej, I'm a big basket of emotions right now! As a matter of fact, you can add fear and embarrassment to the mix. I know I'm not getting any sleep tonight. Not after what happened.Ok, so picking up where I left off last time, he rings the doorbell. I'm all nervous, but trying to be sexy at the same time. I go to the door, but I realise I'm

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precludes "you're sick ofthe bullshit?" by romey.in.vaGuestblog fromCurlycurvynervyauthor of: "summa this & summa that"I'm sick of all the bullshit,I'm tired of all the games,I'm tired of pointing fingers,I'm tired of calling names,My head just keeps on spinning,I cannot make it stop.I cannot keep on going,I think I may just drop.I can't deceive myselfI need to heed the truth.I want to believe in

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be sure to check out journal entrydavid e. (part 1)dear ej, Classes are done. Finals have been taken. Second semester is over. My dorm room is all packed up. I have my plane ticket home. Now comes the hard part. Somehow I have to find the nerve to face David. Gosh, there's so much he doesn't know. He probably hates me. Not that I would blame him. I guess I probably seemed pretty selfish. I

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when i get into youit'll be in depth just like an interviewi'll ask your body questionsfeel my way around to keep going in the right directionto avoid any ho-hums and yawnsi pay close attention when your body rezpondsi'm anticipating your reactioni'm keeping things moving, no lullz in the actioninteresting and thought provokingyou've got your eyes closed but your mind is wide openwhen we started

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dear ej,My parents are making my life miserable. They say they're trying to protect me. But what they're doing in the process is making me hate living here. They are not allowing me the chance to have a life. Why is it that i have to suffer because of the mistakes they made when they were my age?I feel trapped in this house. I only get to go out to a movie like two or three times a month. And

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dear ej,I could see it in her pretty hazel eyes that she was nervous. She had given me a couple blow jobs since we've been hangin out, but i knew she hadn't gone all the way yet. So my mission was to take it slow and make sure she was relaxed. We had roughly two hours before her folks were due back from the movies, but that was plenty of time. The key to her was kissing; a lot of kissing. But I

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kissing on your neck, licking your earlobesit's getting harder and harder for you to stay in your clothesyour not a tease, it's just that you don't know me welldon't want to lay down with me for fear that I'll kiss and tellbut the way that I kiss you and hold you and squeezemakes you believe that i just want to pleasemy fingertips touch you and caress you with caretelling your body that when you

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romey.in.va's reply to"i'm sick of all the bullshit"by Curlycurvynervyauthor of:"summa this and summa that"why must it be me who gets blamed?when you met me, you knew I was untamedthat's what attracted you after allthat's why you answered when I calledyou chose the challenge, admit it babythought you'd be the one to drive me crazybut instead it was you who lost controlso many nites I gave you

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dear ej,I went over there because i had to know if I was over him. I had to know if I had him out of my system. Of course I had to make it look innocent, as if I had a legitimate agenda. So I told him about a new web-based business that I'm starting and that I wanted to present him an offer to invest. I knew he would try something. The question would be could I resist him when he did.I was doing

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romey.in.vaspending time with you, there's no place I'd rather bejust breathing in the same air as you brings satisfaction to mebut looking in your eyes, you're seeking something moreyou pull me close to tell me what it is you're longing foroutside it's so warmwe go inside to find, there's no one else aroundwe're all alone, no one to possibly hear a soundyou lead me through the door, the time has

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dear ej, Not long ago I thought my life was pretty much over. When Natalie left, I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. It was all so sudden. She had decided to go away to college and not take our relationship with her. This was her chance to meet new people, experience different things, and see what else is out there. Sounds like sumthing a guy would typically say to a girl.

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my hands, rubbing you up and down, stroking all around;no one else can make you moan these sounds the oil is hot, your body is warm;there's nothing but a sheet for you to adornrelax, let me do all the loving and caringthere's just you and me with the moon just staringyour pleasure is my mission, your soul I so understand;nothing can soothe you like the love from my handsthey spread the lube

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romey.in.vayou've got me feening; I'm scheming to get your love it's not too much, can't get enoughconstantly please u; I read u,your body talks, tellin me just what to doand there's no one else I'd rather give my love toI'm addicted to you and only you-- romey.in.va_uacct = "UA-1478140-1";urchinTracker();

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dear ej, I'm wearing lingerie, the smell of my perfume fills the room and I have a bottle of sparkling wine chilling. It's late at night. Too late to be planning on just talking; and I'm still not sure if I'm really gonna do this. I don't want to lead him on, but there are some unsettled issues rolling through my head. Is tonight the night that I let him inside? I'm driving myself crazy

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