[  Mood: Angry ]

[  Currently: Watching The Departed ]

So listen to this.... Nearly two years ago I met the hairygal lover. He asked me if I'd grow some hair for his pleasure and I obliged him. It's true that I came to love my body hair. But the point is that he asked, and I agreed. Most of you know the hell I went through with my friends. I just kept on growing it and he finally, was able to have a hairy lover. Something he has wanted for a very, very long time.

Here is what I'm pissed about. I've been asking him to grow me a soul patch for quite a long time. He's always like, "No, that's not me" or "I have a little scar below my lip and the hair won't grow there" or "Maybe one day". Well just the other day he told me he grew a 5 day beard and shaved it off the day before he was going to see me! THE NERVE!! He couldn't have trimmed up a little soul patch for his hairygal? Would it have hurt him to do me this one solid? Would it?? I THINK NOT!!

Now, let's just see if I shame him into growing this hair. I mean come on - this man has yanked, licked, dyed, rubbed his face in (and other body parts) but won't grow me a SQUARE INCH BELOW HIP LIP?

[  Mood: In Love ]

[  Currently: Eating some Halloween candy ]

I need some lovin' big time! I haven't seen my guy in a while and the hairygal is horny. Hot and horny!! I'm gonna see him on Erection Day. That is Tuesday, November 4th. I'm gonna vote for the winning candidate in the morning, and will hopefully stall the HGL so he won't make it in time to vote for the other guy. Hehehe... just kidding!! But man do I need some good lovin'!! Wait, did I already say that? Sorry but I need IT!!

[  Mood: Happy ]

Is there anything better that instant messaging? How cool is it to sign on and chat with a friend? Sometimes it can be planned, or sometimes it is by accident. But it is always a thrill to see a friend sign on. You hear that little swishing sound and you can yap away in real time.

[  Mood: Amused ]

[  Currently: Eating an apple ]

There is this most annoying woman that seems to be fascinated with reading my blogs and putting them up for discussion with her friends. She says they sit around and laugh at me and my crazy antics. I told her she needs to get a life. I mean why would she need to be all consumed with my sex life. I secretly think she is jealous and wants to be my lesbian lover. That's cool. Lesbians have always been fond of me. When I was younger I had some benign flings with a few chicks. By the time I hit my 20's I realized it was all about the cock for this chick. So listen woman, you know who you are, I'm sorry but you can't do me.

[  Mood: Silly ]

[  Currently: Watching the Mets WIN! ]

I bought this really cool one-use vibrating cock ring for me and my guy. It was fun! I put in on his thick, uncut weenie, turned it on and he said, "Ooowwwww, nice!!" When I was riding my Italian stallion, I could feel that vibration and it felt good, good, good. Later, when I was alone, I could still feel that pulsating feeling. It made me think that I need a vibrator. Every now and then you just need to get a little satisfaction. The hand just doesn't seem to be cutting it lately. Anyway, I'd rather feel my silky hair than diddle myself. I was looking online and they are all too crazy and wild. Do they even make a regular old plastic boyfriend anymore? They all seem to do more than what I need. I just want to stimulate my clit and then some. But I don't want to have rabbit eats probing me into outer space! Oh, decisions, decisions....

[  Mood: Confused ]

[  Currently: Watching Morning Joe on MSNBC ]

Someone recently said no one cares to hear about my sexual escapades. I beg to differ. People like to read about sex. It sells - the numbers prove it. You might wonder how I can say that. I'll tell you. My blog hits. In three days time I've had over 1000 hits. Someone is tuning in to see what I've written. Most of the time it is about sex, other times it is not. Someone is coming to see what I have to say. I don't think it is just the horn dog that is tuning in to read it either. It's people like me and you. Regular people that like to read what wacky stuff I have to say. I don't really know why, but I would guess that it's fun to read about sex. Maybe they get ideas about things to do to spice up their bedroom. Who knows? But then who cares why?

[  Mood: Happy ]

[  Currently: Reading  ]

For the last few months I haven't been into posting. I didn't feel like "business as usual" when we were worried about Pam. She's finally been found, she's on the mend, and things are looking up again. I guess that means I should jump in with both feet and start posting again. She likes to see posting so it'll make her happy if she sees activity on the open forum. I'll take any help I can get from the board.

[  Mood: Angelic ]

I love to dye my hairy legs and armpits blonde. They look pretty when they glisten in the sun. The hairygal lover loves everything blonde so I humor him and surprise him with blonde pubic hair every now and then. I took a picture to capture the freshly showered, newly dyed hair to show him what I had done.



When I saw the picture it reminded me of the baloney curls my Mom used to give me when I was a little girl.

[  Mood: Hypnotized ]

One of the first things I noticed about him were his arms. They looked so strong and I immediately wanted them wrapped around my body. I love those arms. When we are enjoying a meal together, I reach out to touch those forearms. The hair is thick and soft. A beautiful pelt. Mmmm... my mind wonders to the rest of his fur, and I am lost for a moment. When he opens his mouth, I expect to hear a growl. I imagine he is a lion and I am his tigress. We are out in the wilderness prowling around each other. Inhaling our scent we are drunk in the moment. We lick each other under a starry sky. I rub my face all over his hairy body, and he does the same to me. He lingers at my armpits. Licking, biting and sniffing my turned-on scent. Those arms grab me and pull me closer. His hands yank back my head exposing my neck that he kisses hungrily. Our breathing becomes shallow, we are on fire. I beg him to take me. He finally mounts me and fucks me like a beast, animal. Sliding in and out of my hairy pussy, alternating fast and slow, pounding me hard, just the way I like it. We roll around until I'm on top. He loves it the most when I am up there. He pulls me closer with those arms so he can lick and tug on my armpit hair. I crouch over him and fuck him until he blows his seed inside me. Ooh, ooh, ooh.... We collapse at each others side and rest, dreaming about the next time we can be on the prowl.

[  Mood: Embarrased ]

Last night was a bad night for me and my hairyguy. I drank one too many martinis. I should have known better, but I ignored the signs. I knew my limit and I exceeded it. I was loopy. The morning that led up to our date for happy hour was stressful. But that is no excuse for behaving badly. I said things that were hurtful. Joked around when I should have been serious. I want to blame it on the Vodka. Would that be a cop-out? I've beat myself up over the last 12 hours - cried, apologized, and cried again.

The best part of all is that the hairygal lover accepts me as I am. He loves me and forgives me freely. He also swore to cut me off and not cave in to my pretty face. I love that man.

[  Mood: Angelic ]

[  Currently: Working on clearing my desk of junk mail ]

My hairy guy has the most fantastic foreskin. I'd never been up close and personal with an uncut cock before him. I've seen many pictures and have made the conclusion that foreskin is unique. My guy's is extra, extra long. The opening is a whole lot smaller that the head of his cock. So you can't just peel it back, you have to play with it a bit to expose the head. I play with it every chance I get. It is soft and smooth between my lips. I can wiggle my tongue inside between the skin and the cock head. I can even slide my fingertips in and spin it around the head. I've always wanted to blow into it like a balloon and then pull the edges to see if the air squeals out. Except I'm the one that squeals when I nibble on the foreskin! I don't know why that little bit of skin drives me wild. Maybe it's because it is on the man that I love. That must be it! Fortunately he doesn't mind that I'm looney tunes for his extra skin. He lets me talk non-stop about it and every now and then he sends me text pics of it. One time, as a goof, he sent a pic of his foreskin between the blades of scissors. That was like seeing a horror flick! I screamed, "NO!!" I much prefer seeing a steady stream of urine coming through that tasty tip. It is wicked cool seeing all that skin covering that monster head. It's like a sack of candy with the top twisted. Mmmm.... Another fun time to play with the foreskin is after sex. When the weenie has been reduced to a quarter inch killer. My guy sometimes lets me suck on it after coming, but other times pulls away because he says it is too sensitive. Eventually I get my lips wrapped around it for a little more super sucking. Ooh, I need my foreskin tartar! I'm hungry!