march 2005
The Art Of Being Dirty
being dirty can be an art form as creative and detailed as any other art form; from drawing and painting to writing or theatre. this is a story about me and the dirty “work of art” I am currently creating.
when you are younger, being dirty consists of touching little jonny’s “naughty parts” under the stairs of the basement while your and jonny’s mothers are upstairs innocently discussing which beans best compliment each other for a 3 bean salad. as you get older, however, the ideas of dirty spread into having “fuck friends,” sex in public places and the introduction of video recording devices to keep your sex routines fresh and exciting.
i have been though a slump lately of dating people who are boring and predictable in bed, to not dating at all. i started to forget the thrill of a secret hand down the pants on a crowded subway, or the feeling of being fucked up against the back of a church on sunday. (now, if you have been offended by anything written this far, I highly advise against reading any further)
but recently i started dating a boy (i’ll call him “Y” for anonymity) who has removed the thick clog of boredom from my dating world and gotten the dirty juices once again flowing through the floodgates of my sex life. here is an example of one of our msn conversations not too long ago:
me: hell, I could take the whole week off of work....but then I would be screwed
Y: I though you like being screwed?
me: heh...i do, i do! but not at work...well,..actually...HEY do you want to come to my work next week and fuck on my boss’s desk!?!?!?
Y: ok
just like an artist, who is always looking for new challenges and more difficult pieces to create, being dirty calls for a certain creativity all its own. Y’s birthday is coming up at the end of the month. he once mentioned to me that he could really use a new wok for cooking. that would be a fine birthday present. wrapped up in a box and a bow with a pretty little card that tells him how happy I am that I’ve met him. he would kiss me and tell me he loves it. then a year down the road the wok will start to warp, the handle will come loose and it will end up in a garbage grave with all the other “fine” birthday presents of the past.
he also once told me that his fantasy, since her was twelve, was to have a threesome with 2 women.
which do you think I chose for his birthday present?
happy birthday babe.
The Art Of Being Dirty
being dirty can be an art form as creative and detailed as any other art form; from drawing and painting to writing or theatre. this is a story about me and the dirty “work of art” I am currently creating.
when you are younger, being dirty consists of touching little jonny’s “naughty parts” under the stairs of the basement while your and jonny’s mothers are upstairs innocently discussing which beans best compliment each other for a 3 bean salad. as you get older, however, the ideas of dirty spread into having “fuck friends,” sex in public places and the introduction of video recording devices to keep your sex routines fresh and exciting.
i have been though a slump lately of dating people who are boring and predictable in bed, to not dating at all. i started to forget the thrill of a secret hand down the pants on a crowded subway, or the feeling of being fucked up against the back of a church on sunday. (now, if you have been offended by anything written this far, I highly advise against reading any further)
but recently i started dating a boy (i’ll call him “Y” for anonymity) who has removed the thick clog of boredom from my dating world and gotten the dirty juices once again flowing through the floodgates of my sex life. here is an example of one of our msn conversations not too long ago:
me: hell, I could take the whole week off of work....but then I would be screwed
Y: I though you like being screwed?
me: heh...i do, i do! but not at work...well,..actually...HEY do you want to come to my work next week and fuck on my boss’s desk!?!?!?
Y: ok
just like an artist, who is always looking for new challenges and more difficult pieces to create, being dirty calls for a certain creativity all its own. Y’s birthday is coming up at the end of the month. he once mentioned to me that he could really use a new wok for cooking. that would be a fine birthday present. wrapped up in a box and a bow with a pretty little card that tells him how happy I am that I’ve met him. he would kiss me and tell me he loves it. then a year down the road the wok will start to warp, the handle will come loose and it will end up in a garbage grave with all the other “fine” birthday presents of the past.
he also once told me that his fantasy, since her was twelve, was to have a threesome with 2 women.
which do you think I chose for his birthday present?
happy birthday babe.
by dirtyalana @ 9:25 p.m.-
