Assholes. Because there has to be a way, some way, one that they just aren't telling him. Gods. This is seriously frustrating.

So he's on his way home from downtown, this is the second day in a row that he's gone to the immigration offices. The first day (yesterday) I was with him... and guess what? They closed at 2:30 in the afternoon for no particular reason. They just felt like it, apparently. Bastards.

BASTARDS.

On the bright side, his fear of all things not-straight seems to at least have faded slightly... last night there was another cock pressed against his, last night he helped tease, torment, lick, kiss, suck, and fuck me into a state of dizzy pleasure so intense that I could barely move. Last night Kadin and Slash left me speechless. Literally. *huge grin*

It helped that I had vicodin. Yesterday when I was trying to scrape up change for the bus, I found those ten vicodin that I'd thought were lost forever... remember those? Wheee! So I got a nice fix. Much fun. No, not enough to get myself any more addicted than I still was... just a buzz, two on the way downtown, and two more when I got back.

And no, neither of the boys intended for the double-team to happen... Slash generally doesn't like to share, and Kadin can't STAND the idea of seeing another man's cock... or so I thought.

About the time both cocks were deep into my pussy, I figured out that he was at least trying to give up that quirk. *another huge grin*

Slash decided it was about time to teach the kitten how to use that delicious thing he's got between his legs. 8.5" if anyone is curious, btw... the boy is nicely hung.

So he taught him, showed him how to play with my nipples, where to rub and when, what speeds I liked, where force was best and when to be gentle... and the end result? A Jax who, after the combined high of anti-depressants, vicodin, endorphins, and a sip or two of alcohol (yes, bad Jax, but I'm still alive, neh?) could barely walk, had a hard time talking at ALL, and who was in utter bliss.

See, I've always loved the idea of more than one man taking me... I'm still hoping for a gangbang someday, just because I WANT it.

Before the whole everyone-in-the-bed thing, we were in the swimming pool - incidentally, I am turned on by being in a swimming pool. All that water... yum! While we were there, I was kissing Kadin and Slash both, I mean why not, there were other couples kissing and hugging... so I figured eh, why not. I wanted to kiss them both, it was JUST kissing, why not?

Apparently, the 'why not' is because it is, and I think I quote, "Disgusting, obscene, and filthy". This according to two young bitches I would LOVE to hand over to Rhett for a while - he'd appreciate their bodies and utterly fry their minds. This would be GOOD. One of them asked me if I was a tramp. Yep. *grin* They were horribly offended that I was kissing TWO men, one of them BLACK, in a public pool, and they apparently didn't want to see it. So instead of asking me to stop they yelled at all three of us and stormed out in a huff... and drove off. Apparently they don't even live there, it's not THEIR pool. Bitches.

So that was... upsetting. VERY upsetting.

Ok, going further backward... I had been supposed to spend Monday night at home with Caleb. Planned to, too... but again, a bit of interferance, although this was to some extent ok. See, Slash and I have been talking for a long time about his tecniques, about what he learned in the two years we weren't speaking... and Monday night he used some of that. Left me in tears, laughing, sobbing, breathless... just from ONE orgasm. Not a huge string of them, although there were others involved earlier. Not from sheer exhaustion, I think. Just from that one. WOW.

Caleb is currently sitting across from me on the other computer... Kadin's due back shortly. I stink - I've discovered that I am allergic to the deodorant we have, so until there's a new one purchased I get to smell funny. ICK. However, Caleb seems to be oblivious, which is good, since I am about to pull him OFF the computer and fuck him senseless.

That's the great thing about summer, about a lot of this... my sex drive is back! Yes, it had calmed down slightly... but now it's back. Full force.

See, last night I got fucked senseless by Kadin and Slash... came home. Rested, ate some meatloaf... then fucked Caleb. Rested a little bit more, then fucked Kadin until he was nearly unconscious. Planned to rest a bit more and take Cal again, but ended up falling asleep... and this morning, woke up with Kadin preparing to leave. So now I have time agian, and drive again......... let me at him! *grin*

I love my life.

Oh, and I chickened out on the blood draw. I AM a wuss. I really am. *sigh*

By the way, Deb makes the GREATEST meatloaf in the universe... it's simply delicious. And now that I'm thinking about it, I might go eat first, THEN fuck Caleb. Kadin can wait at the bus stop. *grin* He got his last night. He can cope.

Although I will miss him... if he's going back, he's going back. SUCKS. But that's how it is.

In other news... I will be at class tonight. Email me, sign the guestbook - both are good things and will get you much affection from a Jax. Snowtygrrr particularly... I've not heard enough from you lately. Keep looking online and not seeing you, keep reading email and not hearing from you... dammit. Much more of this and I'll conclude you threw away your modem again. Gah.

Rob is making relationship noises... I know I need to talk with him, need to get this straightened out. He needs to figure out who I am, WHAT I am - yes, I am a tramp, a bitch, a psychochick, a goddess, a slut, and a lot of other things, and I LIKE it - and that I'd love to have a relationship with him... but NOT the huge in-depth head-over-heels thing he seems to expect. *sigh*

So what else is going on... hm. No Songbird updates yet, she is finally silent... although Wolf keeps pacing through my head. No new stories at all, except perhaps the tale of a young boy who was stolen from a caravan, claimed by a rather heartless bandit/slavetrader... the boy is, I think, mute... or pretends to be. I'm not sure which. Problem is, this story is based on two things - a memory of mine that Kadin triggered and some light RP he and I did while at Slash's. The difficulty arises when you realize that in the memory, I was male. Yep.

Makes it a bit awkward, doesn't it?

So I will write it, although whether I'm writing the memory or the RP remains to be seen... any preferences? Any suggestions? Any of you think you were my second-in-command in that life, and want to help write it? *grin* I'm accepting second-in-command resumes' now, just leave 'em in my emailbox and I'll get back to you.

For now, I think I'm done writing... if this changes, I'll let you know. Update done, over and OUT!