If I was stranded on a boat or an island, the three things I would want with me are: a Barnes and Noble Nook, notebook with pencil and my iTouch. This is assuming of course, I would be given the basics (food, sex and internet service). With the Nook, I would have an endless source of reading material. A notebook and pencil would allow me to write and my iTouch would provide me with my music, games, chat and email. All the necessities.

Sorry, that should be for the entry #1 Chill Pill

What intrigues me most about the idea of strap on sex is the fact it seems more natural to me. Granted, I have never actually had strap on sex although I have experimented with penetrating partners with dildos, but the idea of being in control, about spreading the other person open, being inside of them that seems more natural to me than being the penetrated person.

The idea of having a harness, of having everything in the ‘right spot’ so to speak and be able to take someone else? Yes please….

Despite my confidence in most other matters, when it comes to love, I am a big sissy. I usually don’t take risks and I know I end up the loser because of it. Not sure if it is a deficit in my own sense of self worth or just how I protect myself from being hurt, but I don’t take large risks when it comes to love. Once, however, I thought the person might be worth it and I took a chance.

To be honest, I took the chance, not out of any boldness, but because I didn’t have a choice. One look at him and I couldn’t resist. It was like I knew him the second we were introduced. Usually shy, and hesitant to make the first move, I found myself inviting him out and actively pursuing him.

Looking back, I was a fool. I did all those sickening sweet things- would write him little love notes, cooked for him, would do his laundry for him. I rearranged my whole life for him, but I was more than willing. At first it was great, I wasn’t the only one writing those notes and he would bring me little presents almost every time he stopped by. I didn’t feel I was being taken advantage of and I thought I had met the love of my life.

Then I met his sister and realized what I felt for him was nothing compared to how I felt about her. I wish I had met her first.