Climbing in Skirts

I must confess, this blog is not exactly real time. I, like many broadcasting companies, have chosen to delay posting to avoid uncomfortable situations (like when people figure out where things fit in in space and time). The only person that gets my confessions real-time is Megan.

If only there were a better way of keeping people anonymous but at the same time make it clear enough so someone knows it is not them. The boy in this post, was not the same boy in this post, the boy in my dream that drove me to orgasm (a real boy) has a tongue bar.

Anyways, because of the delay thing, I have forgotten to post a few interesting tidbits about what is going on my life.

So here it is, the best phone confessional session with Megan I have had in the last month or so.
Jen: Bless me Megan for I have sinned.
Meg: Do tell.
Jen: I just had the best orgasm ever. Well not EVER, but it was up there.
Meg: and...
Jen: So I was out with some people and I was really horny... (yes, it was bad decision making week). If it were a party I could have probably slipped into the bathroom and taken care of things, but it wasn't, so I NEEDED to get out of there.
Meg: Did you get all the way home or were you in the car?
Jen: I went home. It was much easier to say that I had to go. I couldn't see going out to the car and coming back. Besides, at home there is no one to hear me screaming.
Meg: Good point
Jen: So I get home and put on some NIN and grab a toy. There was a minor energy crisis but I was able to get it solved and take care of business with an old standby.
Meg: A happy uterus is a healthy uterus.

Another tidbit from phone confessionals was Megan's advice to me in my spinsterhood.
"I think it's time for this stalemate to be over. It's time for things to stop being stale. Get on with the mating."

I agree, but at the same time I know where my toys have been. I don't know exactly where all boys have been. Would they be offended if I were to ask for a doctor's note?