Monday Bear

So of course Steve Irwin died.  Whoda thunk.  The guy who plays with dangerous animals was killed by a dangerous aminal.

That was going to be funny.  I made a note to blog that right when it happened, but that was last weekend, and it’s now Thursday night.  You will be pleased to know that Mattchew is giving me his old computer soon.  That means more blogtime.  That’s good news for the few people who didn’t join Holly’s Monday Bear Protesters group on Facebook.  Sonsabitches.
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Bitemarks In My Pencil

In Section 9.2, you learned that a sequence whose consecutive terms have a common difference is an arithmatic sequence. In this section, you will study another important type of sequence called a geometric sequence. Consecutive terms of a geometric…

They were both aching with desire. He clumsily slid his hand up her skirt, caressing her upper thigh. Her muscles twitched nervously as she bit her bottom lip and kissed his neck. Travelling upward, she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth, and he began…

…so the sequence a1, a2. a3. a4, …, an, … is geometric if there is a number r such that…

…fingertips across her breasts, she clutched onto the mattress. She unbuttoned his shirt, and she aimlessly and wildly kissed his chest. He climbed atop her, and she unbuckled his…

…is the common ratio of the sequence. The sequence whose nth term is 2n is geometric. For this sequence, the common ratio of consecutive terms is 2.: 2, 4, 8, 16, …

… inside of her, she quivered in utter delight of the feeling. With her arms wrapped tightly around him, he slid himself in and out, gently. She dug her fingernails into his back, so he took at as his cue to…

…but the ratio of the third term to the second term is a3/a2 = 9/4. In Example 1, notice that each of the geometric sequences has an nth term that is of the form arn, where the common ration of the sequence is…

… thrusting harder and harder, sweat dripping onto her bare chest. She grabbed his firm bum, pulling him in deeper, sighing a quick breath each time he hit her spot. This drove him crazy, and the headboard began to slam against the…

…exponential function whose domain is the set of natural numbers. The nth term of a geometric sequence has the form an = a1r(n-1) where r is the common ratio of consecutive terms of the sequence. So, every geometric sequence can be written in…

… deeper and heavier, when finally all of her muscles tightened, and she let a mad, uncontrolled shriek. She felt him release as he continued to thrust into her. Their muscles relaxed, his thrusting became weaker, and his warm fluid seeped onto the sheets. He kissed her deeply; he caressed…

… is on pages 640 through 643, numbers 11 through 48, and numbers 60, 63, and 72. I’ll see you all on Tuesday. Have a safe weekend.

Sorry to ruin your first subscribed blog with a boring short story, Roberta, but it had to be done. I promise the next one will be filled with goofiness and hilarity.

On the bright side, it has sex in it.

Kind of like that one a couple months ago that none of you guys could read. Except Zephyr.

Anywho, here goes:

I took him back from my house from wherever. That doesn’t really matter. But when I was there, I chose him. It was either him or the one with the 5 o’ clock shadow, but then I noticed beard boy was wearing brown shoes and a black belt. We certainly can’t have any of that.

I gave him the look that I always give: The one that says, “I want you, but I may or may not have sex with you.” He immediately bought me a mimosa. And then another. Over those two drinks over a two hour period, he had 4 Long Island Iced Teas. This was going well.

I gave him the bullshit that I always give. I’m just out of a nasty relationship, my cat just died, and my father left me when I was 4. Vulnerable.

He was a sweet kid– nice looking, he had a cute laugh, and he was a philosophy major. So like I said, I used my charm (and cleavage) and took him to my house.

I took him to my bedroom and told him to relax, even though he was already about as relaxed as they get. Then he told me he was a virgin. My hands turned into tight white fists. I don’t know if I was excited, outraged, or both, but virgins should have to wear a t-shirt, or a tattoo, or something that tells us so. However, I played it cool. Smiling, I placed my hand on his thigh.

“Make love to me, beautiful,” he said to me. How cute.

“K, let’s fuck.”

Then we started going at it fast and hard. He was really enjoying this– he was thrusting and thrusting and banging and fucking– and I moved a little bit, too. It felt nice. Just as I was getting into it, his mouth gaped open and I felt his warmth. He kissed me softly.

“I love you.”

After he said this, I nervously smiled, put my skirt back on, and left.

Then I remembered that this was my house, so I went back inside, and in awkward silence, took John back to his car.

I mean David.

“Do you love him?”

“No, sillyass. I’m way too busy for love. Especially with him.”

We went to our old parking spot just for fun, even though I had a boyfriend back home. We talked and he told me he still loves me. I don’t think he really does; What does he know? He’s just a boy. He certainly isn’t aware of his own feelings and emotions.

We talked and joked about sex, just as we always do. He leaned into me and I held still. If I don’t move, it’s not cheating.

“Why don’t you kiss back?” he asked earlier.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh! I forgot!” He stated it so playfully. No you didn’t you bastard.

He’s my best friend. I never really loved him, I just told him I did so he would shut up.

“Do you know how bad it hurts when you don’t kiss back?”

“Yes.”

So I went to his side of the car and straddled him because I’m a tease. That always gets the best of me. He lifted up my black shirt and sillily planted his face in my cleavage. Then he looked up at me and began to kiss my chest. It felt like sex and my panties moistened. This isn’t right. But God, it felt so nice. My boyfriend never kisses me like that. He’s a virgin. He sticks his hand down the back of my pants and touched me where only he has touched me. Inside where only he has felt inside of me. I quivered, because I hadn’t been touched there in so long. We are the only ones who enjoy being felt that way. He still kisses my chest and my neck and my face and my neck and my chest and my sternum and my breasts. He has trouble with my belt buckle, like they all do, but I don’t help him, because if I help him, it’s cheating, and I can’t do that, because I’m simply not that kind of girl, but I am. After seconds of quivering, dripping, sitting on his lap, clutching onto him, he finally gets it undone. But it’s not right.

“No,” I grab his hand and hesitate my speech, “I didn’t shave.”

“That’s okay, I love you.”

He fondles me with his thumb and slides two fingers inside me– or maybe he shoved them inside me– I don’t remember. It was amazing. It felt like pure sex. I was thrusting and couldn’t help it. I clutched him tighter and said, “I don’t know if this is right.”

“Does it feel good?”

I bit my hand, because I didn’t want to moan and let him know. It felt so damn good. I couldn’t take it. I grabbed his hand pushed it deep into me. I rubbed it. It wasn’t cheating; I was simply using his hand to masturbate. I must admit, my torso looked very sexy, very nice, gyrating, thrusting– I can’t blame him– I would fuck myself. Id fuck myself hard.

Over

and

over.

At any rate, I was thrusting and thrusting and quivering. I wanted to melt, but if I did, that would be cheating.

“Please,” he said.

That would definately be cheating. “I can’t. It’s not right.”

“Please…” He pulled my jeans and my panties to a wrinkled, soggy pile at my feet in the next seat. He kept defiling me with his fingers. He thought it would change my mind. There’s no way I would give him anything, but I certainly don’t mind taking.

“Please– You’re the only one I ever really loved.” Ouch. He wasn’t making things any easier on me. He didn’t have to lie.

He took his hand away, and I replaced it with mine because I didn’t want it to stop. It didn’t feel as good as when he did it. My boyfriend touched me like that. Just once though.

I was touching myself but couldn’t do it the way he does it. It doesn’t feel good to put my own fingers inside of myself. It’s not fair; I wanted to be inside of myself, if that is possible.

I heard something rattle. It was a condom. He must have really wanted it, but I made it clear that I wasn’t giving in. I really do care about my boyfriend. We argued for ages, and he seemed really upset. I considered fucking him just so he would shut up, just like I told him I loved him.

For the first time, I was afraid. He wanted it and I wanted it, but he did and I didn’t. My shirt was still halfway on. I suddenly felt disgusting. Like a disgusting slut. I held my legs tight together, and he put his hand between my thighs and pried them apart. Sometimes I forget I’m not that strong. With animalistic power, he held it against my region, but he looked at me and saw not love, not love at all, but the total terror in my eyes.

He let go. “I’m sorry.”

I cried and I cried and I screamed and I cried and I cried.

“I’m so sorry. I’m an asshole. I’m just– sorry.” He put my clothes back on me and took me back to my hotel.

The next night, we went to a bar and got lapdances from strippers who are mad at their dads. That was fun.