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Shelly didn't want to wake up this morning, even after I'd been tugging on her arm for like 5 minutes. She sleeps with her arms hanging over the edges of the bed; it looks really bodged. :)
What did work was when I decided I'd snap a photo of her in her sleep, because she does look pretty funny when she's sleeping. I'd got the batteries in the camera and was in perfect position when she decides to wake up - and pull the creepiest wide-eyed stare at me ever - which made me frigging jump and I nearly fell backwards over the airbed.

She later told me it was because I was leaning over her - apparently that's a sure-fire way to wake her up. I shall have to bear that in mind.
I wish I'd snapped her face when she was doing that fucked-up face though. I doubt I'll ever see a face as bodged as that again. :D

Due to all the fun we had last night, and the mess I'd made in Shelly's hair - lmfao - we had to take a shower before Ash came. I normally change my sheets and pillowcases on a Saturday or a Sunday, but I sort of had to do that as well. So both ourselves and the room was all cleaned up ready for Ash's arrival.
Shelly got in the shower with me and I washed her hair. It's so weird washing someone else's hair - especially if they're a lot taller than you are - you have to proper stretch. :)

When Ash arrived, she came bearing a massive carrier bag full of pears from their pear tree. Mam had asked for A FEW, but Ash turned up with like 20 more than what my mam was expecting. The bag was proper heavy too.

We spent hours playing Guitar Hero 5.
It's so epic being able to have all 3 of us playing guitar. We tried out a few band challenges, failed epically at some of them and just missed the diamond rank on some of them. The guitar challenges were fun - I always managed to get the diamond rank, but it was hilarious watching Shelly and Ash competing with each other. I think it's actually happened - Shelly HAS surpassed Ash.

Following this, we ate pizza, drank Coke Zero and alternated around some of my other PS2 games.
We had a few goes of Jackass, then swapped to We Love Katamari - by Ash's whining request of course. :)
Then I thought we ought to try out Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick.

I didn't realise how funny Ash can be when she's reading out cover blurbs.
She just shouldn't say things like: "Ash is back BABY!" - it doesn't sound right coming from her. :)
And naturally, we all found the word BOOMSTICK a pile of piss, so we said it at each and every opportunity. It's a pretty decent game from what I've played so far. The controls and plotline are way different to what I was expecting. It has more elements of action/adventure than it does shooter. It's a fun roam-around hack 'n' slash, from what I can see. :)


And naturally, today wasn't complete without Ash climbing inside a cardboard box while Shelly and I pulled her around on the laminate flooring in the passage. Oh, Ashleigh. :)

He joined her in the shower, attached her cuffs and she winced at the cool tile as he pressed her back against it and fixed her hands over her head.  She spread her feet apart where he could stand between her legs  . . . she parted her lips but she would have to be put on her knees if he wanted to use her mouth . . .

He directed the soft fall of the shower over her and began at her neck, gripping her hair and pulling her head back enough to expose her throat.  She took a deep breath as he kissed and bit at her throat where her collar would be.  She pressed her nipples against his chest and twisted wanting to feel them rise against him.  She smiled at giving him pleasure as he moaned softly and reached for her nipples. He bit again at her neck and pinched harshly  . . . she twisted again, held by her wrists and pushed her cunt against him as she felt his cock between her thighs. 

He lifted her leg and pushed it aside where he could push into her cunt . . . she gasped and praised him  . . . her cunt was warm and wet but stung as his cock opened her . . . a stab of pain and pleasure . . . once the head of his cock penetrated her, he pushed hard until she took all of him . . . he pulled her hair, arching her back and took one nipple then the other, pumping her cunt hard . . .

She gripped the shower neck with her hands and spread her legs further until he picked them up and pushed them back .  . . fucking her as hard as he could  . . .  warm water, her warm flow and his hard thrusts send sharp stabs up into her tummy and she thrust her hips back against his cock . . .

He pushed her legs higher and wider raising her pussy where he could ram her harder . . . she twisted her head side to side to be able to move . . . do anything  . . . while he fucked her hard . . . two terribly hard thrusts and a push  . . . she spoke out for him . . . two more, then two more . . . as the stabs burst in her . . . he pushed and held and she felt her so so sore swollen lips grip his cock . . .

Withdrawing from her, his cock felt hot and rough against being opened so quickly . . . she pushed again  . . . felt the soreness flair and she kissed his mouth as he pushed again . . . his cock still hard but she was slick from cum and her flow  . . . the hot water and soft flesh . . .

She raised her face to the shower stream and rested against the tile as he lowered her legs and pressed against her . . . Her wrists still attached reassuringly over her head, she twisted against the restraints till it pinched  . . . and then giggled as she rubbed her nipples against his chest again . . .

He kept her pinned against the tile and pushed her legs apart again . . . she felt his fingers open her creamy pussy and press hard against her clit . . .  she road his fingers until she shuddered and then whimpered when he continued  . . . she was aching and sensitive, her clit swollen and sore . . . he continued and pressed harder . . . she cried out, but pressed her hips . . . she cried out again  . . . then suddenly relaxed against the sore pulse.   He withdrew his fingers and smeared her thighs and lips with the creamy sex lotion . . . She relaxed and then for meanness he pet her cunt again as she whined and pleaded . . .

The shower stream seemed much hotter, the air thicker as she made sweet tender sinful promises if only he would show her mercy . . . she smiled and closed her thighs around his hand  . . . he whispered wicked praises of her body . . . telling her how he wanted to use her . . . threatening to show her no rest . . . she made more intimate vulgar promises until she giggled at his acceptance . . .

 

He led her from the shower, dried her with a towel and sat her on the vanity top . . . she raised her wrists to put them on his shoulder then opened her legs wide as he examined her.  He pet her cunt again and noticed she had not shaven but trimmed herself where her hair would grow if it pleased him . . . She complained that it would itch and liked that she made him laugh . . . approved and asked that it not look too clipped but soft and smooth to pet . . .  She lowered her hands and fondled his cock and balls, showing proper respect and teasing him by rubbing the soft sensitive tip of his cock till it twitched.  She bit her lip to keep from giggling and was rewarded with a tender vulgar comment then a kiss . . .

He removed her cuffs but placed them directly to the side of vanity  . . . she would have her privacy and then be restrained again when he retrieved her . . .

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Tuesday was so shitty.
I did shite all once again in English Language.
Angela can either be helpful, or totally fucking ignore you.

JUST BECAUSE I GOT AN A* AT GCSE, DOESN'T MEAN I'LL NEVER STRUGGLE WITH AS-LEVEL WORK.

Fucking slag.
So sick of being ignored.
Do I not pull a good enough "I'm-fucking-struggling-here-come-and-fucking-help-me" face?!

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I was so bored when Ashleigh want up to tutorial.
I didn't bring my black ringbinder with me - and all I wanted to do was draw.
So I ended up sitting playing Solitaire, listening to Rammstein albums.

I've discovered another song I really like by them - Rein Raus.
Translates to 'In Out' - and it's all about sexxxxxxx. Lmfao. Rammstein have funny songs.

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When Shelly arrived - she had a bandage around the foot she'd kaned in on the Saturday night and she was hobbling around like a drunken peg-legged pirate.

Yet, she still insisted we go to town.
This of course, was me walking and pushing Ash at my normal speed - Shelly said I was walking too fast.
Lmao, she should see how fast I walk when I'm alone. Especially walking to the bus station.

Ashleigh and I have decided we're not letting Shelly come into town until she's steadier on her foot.
We don't want her to end up hurting herself.

I got a £1.99 King Deal from Burger King.
Small fries, a small cheeseburger and a small Coke.

It wasn't bad - was actually quite filling - wasn't bloating like my favourite XL bacon double.
If I get another one though, I'll request that they don't include gherkins, tomato sauce or mustard.
I'm not a fan of scraping foul condiments from the top of my bun with a napkin.

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We went up to Photography when we came back.
Everyone's in a mad panic hurry to get both sketchbooks finished.

My unit 2 is practically done - I just need to add in my final piece and all that accompanying shite.
My unit 1 is a pile of shite though. I'm not looking forward to working on that again.

I can't remember what triggered it off - but I started feeling really shitty during this lesson.
I wasted my time away looking at random shite on DeviantArt and reading over my old blog entries.

I then found Lisa's blog.
It was quite an interesting read.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was LISA Lisa - but with the discovery of many clues - such as the Kitsune, and the mentioning of me and the forum - I knew it was her.
Some parts upset me though.

It seems Lisa is also a person who hates my changing moods and my constant depression.
Much like Emily, so it seems.

I can't change who I am.
People hate me for who I am - but when I try to change who I am, it doesn't work.
It never fucking does.

I couldn't even keep up with my plan I had for when I started college this year.
I planned to keep myself to myself, sit alone all the time and never speak unless I had to.
(Fuck's sake, that WILL be my plan for next year and at Uni - I won't have Ash and Shelly)

Saying that, it's straying away from this plan that allowed me to befriend Ash and Shelly.
Hmmmm... I'm glad I did.

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Shelly nicked out of her A block lesson to sit on the stairs on 4th floor that lead up to the roof with me.
I was upset and I was doing my random crying - so she cuddled me, keeping a massive wodge of bog roll beside me so I could use it when I spurted.

I think some of the things I told her upset her though.
I really need to stop saying what I really think.
I think she appreciates the fact I'm honest, but...

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And when I returned home - I did FUCK ALL.
I don't know how I can waste away from 5PM to 12AM - but I manage it somehow!

I need to stop wasting my time.
I need to start updating blogs and completing games.

I'd like to be drawing, making comics and writing - but I don't think I can yet...

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I printed out a T-shirt transfer I made a while back today and mam ironed it onto a white shirt for me.
I've done it for Ashleigh - I've wrapped it up with her other two presents I've got her for her birthday on Friday.

Back in December, near enough - we joked about the "no bikes", "no scooters" and "no rollerskates" sign on the door of the Dundas Shopping Mall.
Wondered what a "no wheelchairs" sign would look like.

I went home that night and made this on Photoshop:



So that be what is on Ashleigh's shirt. :)
Lmao, it'll be funny if she wears it.
I suggested I put it on a shirt before, and she said she would do.

Now seems a good time to present it to her, no?

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And in other news - our shower is broken - thanks to my STUPID SLAG OF A MOTHER.
She's snapped the bastard shower cord - so now it won't even turn on.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG.

Now I have to have fucking baths.
Baths make me ANGRY.
I sit in the water and that gives me time to think.
The bath takes forever to run as well - and I always end up running it too hot.

When I think - I think about the wrong things. Things that upset me.
And I can't rinse my hair properly.

Baths make me feel dirtier than I did before I got in them.
When I see the water's changed once I've gotten out of it - I think that I've been laid in my own filth.
Thus, I feel dirty - and that upsets me and stresses me out even more.

Yep, I really fucking hate baths.

Khoru continued making notes and inquiring about her health . . . her cycle, her routines  . . .

A couple of questions seemed to have prior knowledge and it made her think of the life she left . . . putting distance between that life . . . living this one and she wondered what all was known about her.  Much of her identity was known to RoseMarie.  It stood to reason that her information was made available to him, but he didn't bring up the past and she focused on the moment, responding to him and shutting out most other things. 

Khoru noticed she was quieter and ended the interview and called for the young girl who assisted her earlier.  "We'll continue this later".  She nodded quiety, keeping her eyes low and not inviting any further comments. 

 

She stood and modestly held her wrists out to Khoru."That's not necessary.  Go with Belle' and I'll join you shortly"  The girl caught her eye, smiled and she thanked Khoru as they walked out.  Belle led her to a private suite, placed her hand softly on her shoulder, indicating for her to stand quietly . . . "your toilet and vanity are through here.  You have a few minutes for some privacy as I check your bath."  She thanked her and took the opportunity to relieve herself and have a moment of isolation.  She sat quietly, closed her eyes and thought of her own vanity, the Geshia's chest he'd given her and she wanted to be  . . . "home?" . . . 

 

The suite was built for isolation and privacy . . . just like their home in Malibu.  Open floorplan, few items but all of high quality.   The main room was essentially a large master bedroom with a small area for the occupants to sit.  A large stone fireplace that the wall was designed around.  A low table of convenient height where you could utilize it sitting on the floor or from the seating near.  Hardwood and marble flooring with rugs and a kitchen / island area that led to a full length patio . . . you could cook and eat, inside or out.  A partial wall allowed access to the spa area and provided some privacy as well. 

She found Belle quietly waiting for her when she came back into the room.  Belle stood close behind, reached and slipped her out of the robe and slippers, then slipped out of her own smock and had her follow her.   The bath was designed with a large hot water spa and a smaller cold water 'plunge', an open area with a shower and a smooth teak table that was set up with towels and ammenities for massage.  . . .  Belle ran the shower, tested the temperature of the water and guided her to it.   She raised her face, closed her eyes and enjoyed the water flowing over her.  Belle pepared a soft mitt, joined her under the shower and began washing her.  She turned by soft touches as Belle covered her with the body wash.  She felt Belle's fingertips on her thighs and the mitt on her tummy  . . . she parted her legs as the mitt massged her . . . Belle had her place her foot high on the near ledge, push her leg wider and continued her wash.   She rinsed under the water and the shower was repeated with another mitt. 

 

She learned quickly that Belle would guide her for each step of the process . . . and stood rinsing under the shower, then stepping out and being patted dry with a heavy, warmed spa towel.  Belle wrapped her and led her to the hot water bath and sat her on the near bench as she added the ammenities to the water . . .  Once the mixture dissolved, Belle led her into the spa, sat her on a low chaise where she could rest her head on a rolled terry pad as the seasoned hot water bubbled and steamed over her. 

 

She opened her eyes as Khoru walked in, also dressed in a robe.   Belle stepped out of the water, removed Khoru's robe, led her into the shower and began washing her . . . Standing under the shower would be the visual pleasure of anyone in the spa .  She caught Khoru's eyes briefly, and watched as Belle bathed her  . . . and lifted her foot to the ledge and parting her legs . . .  She looked at her open thighs.   The small strip of hair inherent with Asian heritage.  Well trimmed, dark and nicely outlining her cunt . . .  She looked up and caught Khoru's eyes again . . . then continued to examine her as she was displayed in the shower.   Modest breasts, but well rounded and full . . . small brown nipples, like her own  . . . . flat muscular tummmy and she groaned thinking that was impressive after having twin girls.  Slender round hips, shapely smooth legs . . . then she looked at her cunt again and admired the slight swelling of her lips . . . a visual pleasure as Belle again massaged Kohru's thighs with the second mitt.

 

She closed her eyes and submerged briefly . . . A sweet ache remembered as she thought of her master and being used  . . .  she idly touched her thoat feeling for her collar and the safety of her wrists restraints . . . her master holding her leash, keeping her close  . . . penetrating her until shame and the intimate ache drowned her . . . 

 

*1219 . . . . she thought . . . *1219 . .

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(From 12PM to 12AM, Dixie felt: )

 Content

 

(From 12AM to 1AM, Dixie felt: )

 Depressed

 Angry

 Hurt

 Suicidal

 Rejected

 

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Blog #68

Weird Combo Of Events

 

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Hmmm... That be a large array of sad smileys.

If I really can't pinpoint a feeling, from now on - there will be a big line of them like that.

 

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Anyway - I awoke this morning lying naked beside Shelly. :)

 

(Yes, the blog is going to get dirty red graphic again. :P)

 

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I gave her a lot of attention. She even commented on it: "You're giving me a lot of attention, aren't you?"

I simply told her that she deserved it and carried on licking her out. :)

 

Then I got an odd burst of confidence.

I climbed on top of her and shoved my pussy in her face. As I was in this position, I carried on licking her out and fingering her slowly.

 

She enjoys it slowly, and I enjoy it fast.

She likes oral, I like anal.

She doesn' t cum much, I cum buckets.

 

We work out pretty well for some things. :)

 

So this was a combination of different stimulations whilst in the 69 position.

(Awww, this had to be BLOG 68. Wouldn't it have been so funny if it were BLOG 69...)

 

As I was giving her attention, she was giving me attention - she slid her fingers inside me and I thrusted on them. She rubbed me, she licked me - she gave me anal again.

 

I climaxed all over her SEVEN times.

Three times on her breasts, Twice on her stomach and twice in her mouth.

 

I enjoyed this far far more than anything we'd done the previous night.

I do believe I've found something we both really enjoy. :)

 

As it were, she was drenched in my cum - and she smelt like my flange - as did her breath - so we had to take another shower.

This time, it was pretty needed. :)

 

FLANGE IS A FUNNY WORD. :)

 

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After we were all cleaned up, we tidied up the bedroom and changed the sheets.

They were quite badly stained, cum, blood, chocolate sauce - you fucking name it, lmfao.

 

But that just shows that we enjoyed it.

 

I think Shelly is lying to me a little.

She says I'm the best female who's ever given her oral stimulation - as well as being the best at rubbing her, and the messiest she's ever been with. Apparently she's never been with someone who cums as much as I do.

 

Okay, maybe I can believe the cum thing - but I've only given oral about 4 times - I can't be THAT good at it.

She said I was a natural, though.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm...

 

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I ate the rest of the hotdogs for lunch, and I made Shelly a big beasty ham sandwich. :)

 

Ash arrived at around half 5 - after Shelly had fingered me AGAIN, when we were in the living room.

Saying that, I asked for it, so it was my fault. :)

 

I'd wanted to wait until Ash was here so that Shelly and I could play the co-op story mode of Streets Of Rage.

At first, she was dopey as fuck, kept accidentally hitting me instead of the opponents.

Then she remembered the controls and started pulling off all these fancy flips and grapples.

 

We made it to the final level - and the big boss man asks if we want to join his organisation.

Being button-happy, I accidentally pressed yes.

Shelly pressed no - and we had to fight each other.

 

I hadn't lost any continues, Shelly didn't have any left - we both had 3 lives, it was obvious who would win.

Though, she knocked me down into my 1st continue - so if neither of us had any - she would have won.

 

I beat the boss alone - but we ended up with the BAD END.

I did laugh when I saw Axel sitting in the boss man's chair laughing manically though.

 

Next time, we need to try for the GOOD END. :)

 

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We played some World Tour after this - I was on vocals.

I picked songs I liked and knew, but not ones I normally choose.

 

Songs like Stillborn, Dammit and In The Shadows.

I've only just learnt Dammit - thanks to listening to it every morning when I walk for the bus - but it's a REALLY difficult song to sing.

 

Ash said she was hungry shortly after - she'd not eaten much at home.

I made her a sweet BBQ chicken pizza - and she ate 3/4 of it.

I've only ever seen Ash eat 1/2 or 1/3 of a pizza - so she must've been hungry.

I ate the two slices she'd left. :)

 

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Ash brought along a limited edition DVD she'd ordered off the internet.

Repo! The Genetic Opera.

 

I was a bit dubious about it at first - I really couldn't understand the storyline - but as you found out more about the other characters and how they related to each other - it made a lot of sense.

 

It's pretty funny - the whole film is one big opera - obviously, given the title - all the characters communicate by singing to each other.

 

The main storyline is that organ transplants have now been promoted to the status of plastic surgery - people get them for the cosmetic value. A company named GeneCo sells organ transplants - though they have to be purchased. Organ repossession is now legalised - and there's a character called the RepoMan - (Or ReeeeepoMan, as it's written) who hunts down those who are in debt for their organs, slices them open and takes them. :)

 

The best parts were the tearing out spines and eyeballs. :)

It's gory - but not as gory as other horror films. It's made by the people who made Saw - so I knew kinda what to expect.

 

I pulled out the sofa and grandad's little table - covered it with an arrangement of munchies: popcorn, cheap Quavers, Revels and Pepsi.

I did the usual act of feeding Ash the popcorn. :D

 

Oh, and every time I got a coffee Revel - I'd bite it in half first to make sure it wasn't orange, because I like those - if I got a coffee one, I'd place it back together and put it in Ash's mouth. 

Lmfao, I must've done it about 5 times and she didn't mind. :)

 

Saying that, she has licked my tongue about 3 times for a dare. :)

 

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When it got to around 11PM - Shelly said we have to follow our sleepover tradition and play Resident Evil.

 

I decided we'd play Resident Evil Zero.

I played it for around an hour - but then I was getting really stuck due to only being able to carry 6 items and not finding an item box ANYWHERE.

 

Frustration and tiredness made me turn it off.

 

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I'd wanted Ash to share with me all week.

I sort of knew that she wouldn't...

 

This upset me - she doesn't know how rejected she made me feel.

Shelly came in to comfort me - but I was lapsed, I needed to be left alone.

 

She wouldn't listen to me - she started blaming herself for something that really wasn't her fault.

I got angry at her and threatened to hit her if she wouldn't leave me alone.

 

She started crying and cowered in the corner of the bed, curling up into a little ball - screaming every time I touched her.

This was so fucking weird - Shelly is about twice the size of me - and I'm REALLY not scary.

But to see her cowering away from me didn't exactly make me feel good about myself.

 

I started to get upset and I had a crying-asthma fit.

Shelly panicked - helped me get to my inhaler and calmed me down a little.

 

I cuddled her - told her I loved her, but to please just leave me alone for the night.

She left me eventually - still really upset.

 

I would never have hit her - I told her later, it was just an impulse I got, but chose not to act upon.

I wonder how long it'll be before Shelly realises when I ask to be left alone... If I'm not left alone - I get like that.

 

I feel bad for taking it out on her though - it wasn't Shelly's fault I felt so shit.

She didn't help by not leaving me alone, trying to hug me constantly when I just really wanted to hurt myself but...

 

It wasn't her fault. It was Ashleigh's.