tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284177142008-10-05T10:25:10.764-05:00Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comBlogger454125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-41829286861907618862008-10-05T10:21:00.002-05:002008-10-05T10:25:10.791-05:00

Well, last night was pretty quiet. I could've gone out with Vic again (or we could've just gone straight to the nearest bedroom), but I was good and stayed in to do my work. However, I can't promise that I'll be good for much longer. I woke up this morning, feeling way too horny. All I could think about was sex. If it wasn't 10:17 on a Sunday morning, I probably would've already called Vic.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-52081608130293803442008-10-04T12:06:00.003-05:002008-10-04T12:59:57.736-05:00

I know it's been a while...again...but I really have been busy with my classes. I should be working on another paper right now, but I had a very interesting time last night. It's safe to say the slut in me is back...at least for one night. Last night, I was supposed to be in Chicago, spending the weekend with Chris. However, once again for one reason or another it didn't come together. Since the

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-35356011131239734882008-09-18T20:52:00.002-05:002008-09-18T20:55:03.030-05:00

I really wanted to write tonight about how I got the name Anal Amy. I think I mentioned it briefly in the past, but never went into the story. Anonymous suggested that and I thought it would make for a good post. But I'm exhausted. I just got out of my evening class and I'm more in the mood for going out for some drinks then writing. I'm sure you'll forgive me in the long run. I've literally

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-22056831442352847952008-09-11T21:03:00.002-05:002008-09-11T21:51:42.302-05:00

It's been a while since I've done two real posts in a week. I almost feel like I'm back. Almost. Anyways, before the first time that I did anal with Chris (Christian is just too long to write LOL) our sex life was good, but tame. We had been going out/seeing each other, whatever you want to call it for about a month. About the wildest thing, we had done so far was had sex in the backseat of his

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-17104256409478385492008-09-08T21:25:00.002-05:002008-09-08T22:15:41.103-05:00

Thanks Dickie Dick for the idea for this post. I haven't really been inspired to write, but your suggestion definitely got my dirty mind working and I had a hard time concentrating on my homework that I wanted to finish before I started this post, but this is definitely a lot more interesting than 19th century American literature. Anyways, I meet Christian shortly after I ended things with Brett

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-28206925890212074172008-09-01T17:47:00.002-05:002008-09-01T18:27:34.655-05:00

Right now, I should be working on a paper that's due in the morning for one of my classes. However, I'm way to horny to focus on a subject like that. Instead, I thought I'd write about one of the adventures I had with Christian this summer. It's not even that wild or crazy of a story, but it's been stuck in my head for a while and I've been meaning to put it on paper for a while. It was a

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-85980935426042051422008-08-17T20:43:00.002-05:002008-08-17T20:55:54.154-05:00

I've been trying for a little less than a week to write a post about how I met Christian. I wanted to write about our first night and how we almost literally spent all weekend long in bed. But I've been unable to put it into words. I've tried to write it like one of my classic posts, but it just feels different. When I'm with him, I don't feel like I want to be a slut. There's part of me that

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-2891598768300774272008-08-07T20:09:00.003-05:002008-08-07T20:14:23.204-05:00

Well first off sorry for not posting for a long, long time. I started to look through the comments but there's close to 81 so that will have to wait! Here's a few answers to comments so far - no I'm not pregnant, no I didn't get married and no I didn't etc, etc. I've been working two jobs and that alone has been killing me. I've also met a wonderful guy. A bit of a change from the jerks that

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-61086154388847613992008-06-19T22:56:00.002-05:002008-06-19T23:00:56.637-05:00

Just checking in tonight. Instead of hanging out with Brett this weekend, I'll be going out with my friends tomorrow night. I don't know what were doing or where we're going but knowing my friends there will be lots of guys there. I left it open where Saturday night/Sunday I could hang out with Brett. We'll see how tomorrow night goes. LOL Plus, sometime I still have a date with the guy I ran

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-71555229658598780152008-06-18T22:49:00.002-05:002008-06-18T22:58:39.951-05:00

I almost broke up Brett today/tonight. We've been going through a lot of really good days, followed by a lot of really bad days. I barely ever talk to him during the week anymore. I called him on the way to work, he said like five words the whole time. I called him while I was driving home. He said more, but I've never heard him so excited to get off the phone with me. I feel like I've become

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-19182167330561411112008-06-17T22:15:00.002-05:002008-06-17T22:26:02.208-05:00

I saw two people that I haven't seen in a long time today. The first one, I could've done without seeing. The second, I'm glad I ran into him. I saw Jill's Dad. I don't think I've seen him in over a year. I was driving past his house on the way to one of my friend's who lived further down the street. He was getting out of his car and walking into his house. (I swear I wasn't stalking him.) I

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-5671620452482192102008-06-16T22:09:00.002-05:002008-06-16T23:08:49.966-05:00

It seems like forever since the last time I updated. A lot has happened, but at the same time, not much has happened. Wow, that makes sense, but I've worked a long day but felt an urge to write anyways tonight. So, I've been having a lot of men give me numbers. It may have been something to do with the fact that I was out looking or may have been something to do with the fact that I've been

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-42505018640767226352008-06-12T15:57:00.002-05:002008-06-12T16:00:47.811-05:00

I'm feeling much better today. Luke and I talked, said a lot of things that needed to be said but were holding back when we broke up. It's amazing how after a conversation when we're not playing games and telling just the truth can make you feel so good. There's definitely still an attraction/lust there but we've both decided that it won't work. Doesn't mean that I don't want him inside of me

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-34513270861450264202008-06-11T22:43:00.003-05:002008-06-11T22:53:13.822-05:00

Yesterday Luke and I decided it was time to end it. We went out for dinner, then shopping at the mall. He's usually a lot of fun to go shopping with. He has a comment for every thing I look at and is especially fun in Victoria's Secret. But yesterday, I felt like I was dragging him around and had forced him to come shopping with me even though it was his idea to go to the mall. Afterwards, we

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-14186920596064894052008-06-09T22:37:00.002-05:002008-06-09T22:45:26.270-05:00

What a weird past four or five days it's been. I guess I can start with Luke. He's been very distant. Sex was great one night, than the next night he just totally wasn't into it. He was fucking me but it was like he was thinking about someone else. I don't know if he was thinking about his ex-girlfriend or Angelina Jolie when he was on top of me. Then with Brett, I really didn't get to see him

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-69020194720534039802008-06-05T23:57:00.004-05:002008-06-06T00:01:01.139-05:00

I just wanted to thank everyone really quick for the advice. I thought this would be easy, but it's being "interesting." I really enjoyed spending time with Luke last night, but I'm also really looking forward to seeing Brett tomorrow night. I also enjoyed spending time with some of my girl friends that I haven't seen in a while tonight. It was good to have a girls night out, even if we didn't

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-3570802435206409312008-06-03T23:52:00.002-05:002008-06-04T00:07:18.734-05:00

Well, it's been a pretty crazy tonight. While I was driving home from work tonight, I got a phone call from Luke. He broke up with his girlfriend. It's not the first time they've broken up, but this time seems different. I think it's for good this time. He hinted that he'd like to "officially" start dating me. Or in other words he'd want me to stop seeing the guy in Chicago as he describes Brett

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-75222720359588279422008-06-03T23:47:00.001-05:002008-06-03T23:48:56.974-05:00

Yes, I'm probably the worse sex blogger ever. I'll admit, sometimes I have a hard time keep track of everyone's "names" when it isn't their real names...if that makes sense. My apologies to you guys.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-43417246228590099202008-06-01T21:30:00.003-05:002008-06-03T23:47:15.296-05:00

I had a very relaxing weekend full of sex and enjoying the great outdoors with Brett. We has some very good times in his bedroom the past couple of nights, but I think last weekend is still more worthy to write about. I keep having memories of that day and I think I need to write about it to get it off of my chest. That Saturday night was interesting, but Sunday was really something to write

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-52968044503175610092008-05-31T10:16:00.001-05:002008-05-31T10:23:48.332-05:00

Just killing some time before Brett gets here. He's taking me out on the mountain bike trails today. This time he said it's not going to be the easy trails. This might be painful. LOL Part 2 of my story about last weekend is coming. I just need some more time. The past couple of nights I've been pretty preoccupied, to say the least.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-23520242615227275572008-05-28T22:34:00.002-05:002008-05-28T23:29:24.551-05:00

You know it was a good weekend if you're still exhausted on Wednesday. However, it probably didn't help that Luke came over last night and we really didn't get much sleeping done. I knew it was going to be pretty good before the weekend even really started for Brett and I. We were driving up to his friend's vacation house and well, we didn't make it all the way up there. We were barely out of

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-79069694411494710102008-05-22T23:11:00.002-05:002008-05-22T23:41:17.247-05:00

This week flew by. It feels like it's Monday still, not Thursday. I apologize again for not posting. I've been really busy with work and Luke. However, this weekend I'm going away with Brett. It should definitely be interesting and I hope to come back with something good to share. I also should have more free time to become a regular blogger again. LOL

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-48764746849655613452008-05-19T23:29:00.000-05:002008-05-19T23:39:08.094-05:00

Last Thursday, I didn't work the dinner shift at the restaurant so Luke came over to my house that evening. My parents never really cared if I had guys over while they were awake, well of course assuming we had all of our clothes on. Their only rule was that the guy had to leave by midnight. However, that rule definitely changed that night. Luke and I were in the entertainment room. It was

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-59901535283410762032008-05-18T23:12:00.002-05:002008-05-18T23:18:48.183-05:00

I have a couple of naughty adventures to write about, but right now all I'm going to do is crawl into bed. I was planning to write tonight, but I'm exhausted. Last week, I was supposed to work a couple nights. I ended up working almost every night and a few day shifts too. The money was good, but it wore me out. Then this weekend, Brett continued the punishment. We didn't just go out mountain

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417714.post-3228484644538208702008-05-12T23:11:00.003-05:002008-05-12T23:22:03.268-05:00

I worked my first regular shift at the restaurant tonight. It wasn't exactly busy so I didn't make a lot of money, but it was good that it was slow because when I messed up I was pretty much able to fix everything pretty quickly. The only thing that I don't like is that when i get out at nine, ten or even eleven o'clock it's definitely too late to go see Brett. I really want to start seeing him

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911333838208530498noreply@blogger.com