The photographer causes me that ache...

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurts? This throbbing, stabbing pain in your heart that’s supposed to be a good feeling, a happy feeling, but it’s so thick and strong and throbbing, that it can’t possibly be a good feeling. But it’s supposed to be.

He’s supposed to make me happy. And he does. He really, really does. I want to spend all of my time with him. And it seems like he wants to spend all of his time with me. It’s weird and aching to not be around him. Right now there’s this huge, gaping ache because he isn’t here.

I have no idea if he feels the same way. It feels mutual. I think it’s there. But I have no idea. He says things that make me think and feel it’s mutual. But really, I have no clue. You see only the things you want to see.

He hugs me every time we say good bye. Really hugs me. Holds me tight and completely engulfs me. But I keep waiting for the kiss. I keep waiting for it to go somewhere. I think the flirting is escalating, but is it because we’re more comfortable with each other? Is that how he is? It’s how I am. Yesterday he called me sexy. To his friend. On the phone. Without explaining who I was. He’d talked about me before. But what is that?

He mentioned lately he’s being prudish for a reason. But it was in passing. He mentioned he knows he can take all the time he needs in a relationship. But it was in passing. Are these clues I’m supposed to put together to get the whole picture? Or do I want to put them together to see the picture I want to see?

I am everything he says he wants. He is everything I didn’t know I wanted. He was the only person to laugh at my favorite, horrible joke the first time I told it. The only person. And I’ve told that joke a lot, to a lot of people.

I feel we fit. And it terrifies me.

- Susie Q

The little things...

I can't wear my lip ring at work. After working for 8 days straight, sometimes all it takes is a tiny piece of metal to make my world feel right.
- Veronica

Remnants of a great night

Thought I'd share a quick visual left over from my night with Ex-DJ. There will be a post soon with details of our sex-filled night!

 

- Susie Q

If these walls had eyes...

V and I have created a hot man/vampire wall. As we add to it, I thought we'd share a few awesome shots, to give you a visual of what we wake up to and walk by every day. It's very high school, I know, but it's a great pick-me-up. Enjoy!

 

  

- Susie Q ;0)

you've never had cybersex like this.

A little while ago, while chatting with The Agent, an amazing thing began to happen...(Sometimes we let our imaginations get away with us.)

Veronica: someecards: Let's temporarily ignore the recession to collectively masturbate to a new gadget we can't afford because of the recession.
Hahahaha

The Agent: nice. hmmm masturbate... sounds like a good idea...isn't it funny how just saying/typing the word makes you kinda wanna do it...maybe its just me

Veronica: let me try it.... (I just copy/pasted)
Masturbate
Hmm
It does have a certain flow to it

The Agent: I see you at the DMV... you are late as I take off my shirt. The police tell me to stop, but you ask me to go further... I do. I fumble with your belt buckle...

Veronica: :D
I giggle and move your hands out of the way to do it myself, then continue to slip my shirt over my head as you slide my pants towards my ankles before bending me over the testing booth table

The Agent: mmmmm
As the crowd grows with every gyration, people begin to take sides and cheer. Some for me, but mostly for you. As we build to an unearthly pace, the bond between space and time begins to unravel... the police have given up not just trying to stop us but being cops at all and they go back to college. I somehow manage to wrap my legs around you and the furious pounding continues…

Veronica: …My breasts are smashing against the now destroyed keyboard from the testing computer. The pain is intense, but only contrasts and heightens the pleasure you are pounding into me as the Braille on the keys cover me in astronomy patterns. My screams are turning into sonic waves and blowing away the cubicles in front of me as I cry out in ecstasy. Those who are not already pleasing themselves to the sight are running away in fear (only to scold themselves for cowardice later) The DMV is disintegrating before us.

The Agent: (very very very good)
The Agent: as word of our cataclysmic coupling spreads via twitter and facebook, videos captured on mobile phones begin to appear all over the internet. soon the bandwidth devoted to videos of us in the throes of passion all but cripple the internet...fans of I'm with CoCo burst into toxic ash as their irrelevance is proven, ridding the world once and for all of a bunch of rickmarks. The tightness of your womanhood is almost too much for my engorged and enchanted wand of doggy, but yet I persist, I’m seeing double at this point and have worn deep ruts into the linoleum floor. My shoes have all but vaporized. A team of scientists as well as the Red Cross are deployed to the scene to deal with the ever mounting casualties... Obama and Michelle take the rest of the day off to "look into the issue" and Howard Zinn pops a grave boner in tribute to us....

Veronica: The waves of orgasm are building and swelling with every thrust. I reach behind me and grab your hips and pull you into me as I flex my inner walls tight with the remainder of my strength. We cry out in harmony as we climax together. The sun shines, flowers bloom from the frozen ground, babies everywhere stop crying and fall asleep, people all over the world stop fighting and feel at peace. We lay panting for air. We slowly stand up to survey the area around us that we were so oblivious to just moments before. The DMV is totally obliterated. We high-five and you say, "Us 1, DMV 0" I reply, "Next week, Wal-Mart?"

Lucky Girl

Every once in a while I have a really great weekend that reminds me of how lucky I am. This was one of those weekends. First of all, I am very lucky to have two amazing lovers in my life. @SexHero and my other lover, who I’ll call The Agent, or just A. I’ll get into the details some other time… Let’s talk about my weekend!


  Saturday night started off with a delicious dinner at The Agent's and then a night filled with brandy, pinchies, myspace karaoke, and Illuminati (the card game). By the time we got back to A’s place (Taco Bell in hand) I was pretty high, not a little drunk, and I couldn’t wait to get into bed. I was glad to learn I wasn’t the only one! I think the only time my panties were off faster was the next day at @SexHero’s house… but that’s for later. A. decided he was going to explore the depths of my pussy to see what kind of treasures (pleasures?) he would find. I was, of course, totally game. I then spent the next 2+ hours pretending to be uncharted territory and forgetting that his roommate’s mother was sleeping down the hall… I’ve never been much of a play-by-play girl, so I’ll just give you the highlights. (I also kind of hate sports, but hey, that was too good not to use.)



Things started off slow and sleepy and moved towards hot and heavy in short order. By the time he was wondering how many fingers he could fit in me, I was weak, panting, and wondering how orgasms could come in waves with another one starting before the last was finished, and if I was ever going to stop cumming. Lately, I’ve been trying to test the limits of my body, and this seemed like the perfect time. I definitely won all three rounds that night! I fell asleep amidst the pleasures of long strokes and giggles after working A’s hands, mouth, and imagination to exhaustion. Yeah. Definitely a Win.



The next morning, after motivating myself out of bed with thoughts of my coming date with @SexHero, A. and I had some serious talk time. It seems we’re both pretty crazy about each other and pretty happy with our current situation. We both have friends who would rather we define our relationship a little better, but agreed that it’s better for us to keep doing what we’re doing since it’s working out pretty well thus far. We’re both recently out of long relationships and don’t want to take on something too serious, and a monogamous relationship is something I don’t even want to imagine right now.  I can’t begin to explain how great it is to be able to communicate with someone who actually understands what I’m saying. (And agrees!) Life with my ex had way too little of that, way too often. It’s so refreshing! I left A.’s house feeling content and introspective. I talked things over with Q for a while and then rushed to get ready for @SexHero.



@SexHero had me pretty excited with promises of surprises. I really love his surprises. I’ve had a lot of stuff in his garage since I moved out of the ex’s place, and it’s been taking me forever to empty it out. I walked in the door, received one of those kisses that makes me a little weak in the knees, then was told I was in trouble and needed to pay. I swear my heart skipped a beat, and my knees got weaker. (Though outwardly, I probably just giggled.) He opened the door to his candlelit bedroom and told me to take off my clothes and get on his bed. I obliged. Then I enjoyed my punishment. I’ll let @SexHero fill you in on the details. Let’s just say I might be looking for excuses to leave things in his garage more often…


Like I said, I’m a lucky girl. That was just the beginning of our date. He helped me move a car load of stuff over to my place, we hit up my favorite little pub down the street and spent some time snuggling and talking on the couch. I really am lucky to have found him. Truly. In addition to his sexual prowess, @SexHero is pretty much great to be around and can make me feel fantastic with a word or two as quickly as he can with his dexterous fingers… Lucky girl, indeed. As if I wasn’t already pretty blissed out from my weekend, he brought his new toys over to play. We played and I came. Hard. I had to take a break while writing this just to think about it. Oof. I like the new toys. I found myself “thinking” about the new toys last night before falling asleep and again this morning when I awoke. I thought I’d never get out of bed. Or the shower... Anyways, I digress. The point is, I am feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have found not one, but two lovers who understand and appreciate me both in and out of the bedroom. I could cry. Or sing. Or jump up and down. I am a lucky, lucky girl.


- Veronica

Inadvertent Sexting: It's as ridiculous as you'd think

It never fails. Whenever I run into Football Coach he ends up texting me later on that night looking for a little “fun.” It’s like, he sees me and remembers, “Oh yeah. She’s hot.” Then he feels the need to text me to “hang out” later that night. It’s like clockwork.

So, when I saw Football Coach on Friday, I completely expected him to send me a text that night. With the help of a few friends, I found myself inadvertently sexting, only to leave him hanging. (You must know, there was a lot of sexual innuendo already happening at our bar table that night, so Football Coach simply texted at the wrong time.)

(Ed. note: In an effort to keep my friends anonymous, any full names were replaced with X’s, still keeping the integrity of the conversation.)

Football Coach: What’s up?
Susie Q: Nothing. What’s up with you?
Football Coach: Just getting some drinks.
Susie Q: Me too.
Football Coach: That a girl. So what are you doing after drinks? (Ed. note: It doesn’t take him long to get to the point.)
Q: I am already spent from my friend Mxxx. And it was good.
FC: Oh wow.
Q: Yeah baby.
FC: Damn you’re wild.
Q: You didn’t know this already?
FC: Damn I didn’t think you would come out and say that. Know anyone who needs it tonight?
Q: Nope.
FC: So you got a boyfriend now?
Q: No but I am sleeping with my best friend’s boyfriend. And he has awesome triceps. (Ed. note: My BFF’s BF really was showing off his triceps. Really.)
FC: You are shameless.
Q: Yup.
FC: Damn. Your best friend, though.
Q: Oh she was there too.
FC: You’re making me want to fuck you even more. Really. Wow. You guys need someone else to help out?
Q: No her boyfriend is more than enough. But thanks for the offer. You can see why I am wiped.
FC: Are they into swinging?
Q: Yeah. We hang out on the playground every other day.
FC: Wow. That is awesome. Is there room on the playground?
Q: There is a seesaw.
FC: When is a good time to ride it?
Q: You have to wait until someone wants to sit on the other end.
FC: How long is the wait usually?
Q: Standing room only.
FC: Damn. Well, where is the line?
Q: Behind Sxxx. (Ed. note: A girl friend of mine.)
FC: Really. Any merry-go-rounds?
Q: Yup.
FC: Is there a line?

At this point I stopped answering (in the middle of this he called twice, neither of which were answered) because I realized he wasn’t joking. I don’t want to get wrapped up with him again. I haven’t slept with him since September, and even then it wasn’t good. He had no idea I was completely joking, or that half of my friends were reading our texts over my shoulder. FC texted me the next night, trying again. It didn’t work.

There’s potentially a new man on the horizon and I feel like I’ve wiped my slate painfully clean recently (as in, haven’t slept with ANYONE since October – ugh!) and am ready to start anew with someone. I’ve gotten rid of the men who’ve been floating in the periphery for quite a while. I feel cleansed and ready to go. Ex-DJ: I’m ready! Come get me!


- Susie Q

Susie Q and Veronica

We’re always musing about the situations we find ourselves in and the men we find ourselves with. Welcome to the lives of Susie Q and Veronica, two seemingly single Twin Cities 20-somethings in a world of men, sex, dating and the day-to-day hilarity that ensues.

Case in point: You know you’re parent-proofing when you have to empty your not-quite-so-full trash can because magnum condoms and the economy-sized box are laying on top. Enter Veronica.

As nerdy as she is sultry, V battles her inability to find men to sleep with who aren’t “musicians.” She is currently dating a former frontman, a current frontman and recovering from the breakup with a drummer due to sleeping with former frontman (among other things). It’s almost like she’s moving up in the world.

Susie Q – her sexy yet wholesome counterpart – often falls for married men, men with kids, or even married men with kids. Currently dating a football coach, a businessman, a photographer and an ex-DJ, Q is still dealing with the aftermath that comes from falling in love with a world renowned chef (and old man).

Sex, love, drama, breakups, over-analyzation…These are the days of our lives.