And so we start another week.  

I’ve been laying low this weekend.  I had a orientation I needed to go to this weekend, a birthday party to attend, an oscar party to go to, and went to the gym for the first time in (gasp) a week.  Boy was I out of shape!  My goal is to get back to my 4 times a week schedule at the gym before this week is up.  I’m not some fitness guru by any means, but I happen to feel MUCH better when I get my butt up and go to the gym for some weekly exercise.  I also take a few classes: yoga and swiss ball class.  Now I know everyone knows what yoga is - but swiss ball class may sound more like some anything goes type fantasy on niteflirt rather than actual exercise.  (especially to the naughty lil boys who happen to read my journal!)  A swiss ball is a huge exercise ball that you use for various exercises.  It helps build up your core (abs & back muscles) and also is very good at isolating certain muscle groups.  It works by forcing your body to constantly “balance” itself. (you can try this by standing on one foot and thinking about the muscles you are using to keep yourself from tipping over!). (giggles as she watches a few of you try it….hahaha!) ) 

Anyways - why did I bring this up, you may be asking yourselves.  Well, I’m bringing this up because it reminds me of a certain toy I played with once upon a time.  I can barely remember it - and though I never tried it, every once in a while it comes back into my mind like some familiar scent.  LOL.  It was this big bouncey ball.  Not the cheap balls that would be kinda thin plastic-y.  But those big rubber balls.  Except this ball had these two long weiner shaped (lol! I’m not kidding…) handles that you held on to, I think, and you could kinda straddle the ball and bounce around on it.  Does anyone remember this?  I must have been quite young - but those bouncey balls come into my head during certain *ahem* times of *recreation* and I wonder to myself what exactly I would do with those bouncey balls now.  I think about straddling the ball - and putting that little handle thing (that stuck straight up by the way - like a weiner on a stick) and inserting it into my pussy and then bouncing along on the ball to orgasm.  *sigh*.  No - I never tried it.  And I guess I never will - unless some great inventor comes along my diary and sees a great product idea and makes a grown up version of it.  It would really be a nifty idea.  You could work on balancing, thereby working all your “core” muscle groups, as well as release some tension and stress by bouncing along and cumming.   Exercise AND cum at the same time - ingenious!

While you all get that visual out of your head - let me take a small moment to thank UR again for the great presents.  Mac make up and lip gloss are sure fire ways into CeCe’s heart - and UR has found himself deeply imbedded into mine. (heart, that is! damn pervs!!! lol. )  Thanks for the makeup, sweetie.  I love it and the eye shadows you chose to give me are the perfect hue/s.  I wore the heck out of my lip gloss this weekend, too.  It glitters and shines on my lips so prettily.   I added a few other items on my list, too, for all you sugar daddies out there who want to spoil me.  I swear I’m a pretty easy kind of girl (not EASY EASY … just easy to shop for *wink*).  Lip gloss and lotion.  That’s all a girl really needs.  Eyeshadow and perfume and jewelry (oh my) isn’t bad at all either!  I threw up some other bigger items for - I don’t know - the hell of it (?).  A girl likes to dream.  You can check out my wish list, here, if you’re so inclined. 

Speaking of being spoiled…cruises are notorious for spoiling their passengers!  Especially cute perky ones like me!  I have never gotten so much attention in my life (with out being signed on - that is! lol!)  Every where I turned there was a kind gentlemen smiling and offering to be of service to me.  Not to mention the lovely, older men on the cruise that were passengers themselves!  What was a girl like me to do - other than soak it all up!  I gambled for the very first time in my life - and that was a great! time!!!  I also made nice with the bartender and had my very first mixed drink courtesy of some unnamed older man.  Yummmmmy.  It was great to just prance around the ship though - and giggle as men eyed me and flirted with me.  Yes, I had the pleasure of having sex aboard the “love boat”, too, which was an event to remember, let me tell you!  I think the neighbors in the cabin next to ours was very entertained.  Either that or annoyed.  I was pretty loud.

Oh - I’m so very very bad at names - so excuse me if I forget any of my newest callers who have so graciously chosen me to explore their fantasies with.   I know I have spoken to a few Jeffs this past weekend (as well as viewed 1 on cam!) - so hello boys - and thanks!  I also had a great wake up call or two with a principle and neighbor who has been eyeing me for some time. *wink*.  It’s always a great time fantasizing with you guys!  You’re all so creative and kinky!  I love it!!

I’m on for a few more hours - and then I’m off to bed so I can wake up and work out.   If you don’t catch me this morning I’ll be on again during the early evening/early early morning.

Give me a call…I promise - we’ll have a “ball”. *wink wink nudge nudge*

I’m not sure how many of you are aware - and I’m sure I’ve told at least ONE caller about this already but… My father is a Pastor.  Of a church.  I won’t say what denomination.  You may know him. (lol!).  What this means is that yes, I grew up very …um… conservative.  We didn’t dance - or even talk about dancing with out the threat of lightening striking us down dead.  We didn’t smoke, drink, swear, and I am still a bit confused about even going number 2, to be quite honest.  I think it has to be a sin.  I was - a very good girl.  Until about age 7 or so when I discovered a particular sin on my own with a marble under my covers.  Use your imagination.  Or call me for details! LOL.  I’ll comp you a free minute or two for the indulgence, how about that?

So anyways - I grew up very sheltered and very INNOCENT.  It’s hard to believe - but that, dear friends, is the honest (to God) truth.  What happened to me happens to every pastor’s kid.  I started to rebel.  I figured all the things that I wasn’t allowed to do were things that I HAD to do.  I set out to do as many of these “sinful activities” as I could.  And I had fun crossing each of these naughty activities off my list.  There was smoking at first, which then led to drinking, which then led to heavy petting with older more experienced people (boys AND girls alike), then there was masturbation, and sex, and porn, and….niteflirt. LOL!  The road to ruin is fast and furious, as my grandmother use to tell me.

Why did I bring all this up?  Oh yeah!  I remember… (blushes)

So yesterday I was minding my own business.  Being the sweet and innocent teen that we all know and love - when suddenly, out of the clear blue yonder CeCe gets a call!  *ring ring* Hello - I say.  Hello - he says.  I am doing a survey and I would like to ask you a series of questions.  Ok - I tell him.  And I settle down into what I think is going to be a quick and painless call - for approximately 5 minutes. 

Booooooy was I dead wrong!

This “interview” turned into a confession of where I had the most kinkiest sex (underneath the awning of my father’s Pastor’s Study at the church…) which turned into a fantasy.  I couldn’t actually fuck or even PRETEND to fuck inside of the church that I grew up in so I changed the story a little bit.  I fucked a Priest.  (hangs head in shame).  I let him bend me over the altar and shove various statues into my teen vagina - and then I let him “cleanse” me with his um… tool from God.  You want to laugh - but you’re afraid you’ll be sent to hell, aren’t you?  As a matter of fact, I’m sure alot of you are closing out this window and running to sprinkle yourself with holy water, aren’t you?

But then there are the few of you - like my caller - and my new friend, Joe (Hi baby! I saw your comment even though it gives an error.  I am still trying to fix it - but wanted to let you know I saw it and appreciate you and adore you!) are turned on by the thought of a little catholic outfitted slut asking the priest to help heal her from her extra-curricular fucking activities. 

Joe suggested I make a recording, and I just might have to in a week or so.  You don’t even have to comment about it after you listen to it (and I know a few of you will - stop trying to be altar boys and admit you’re turned on, damn it!! lol!) just send me an email and let me know how much you enjoyed it. Hahah!!

Which brings me to another point.  In a week I will be dying to make more recordings.  I have some time before I start my late start classes (in April…) and will be doing alot of things around here.  I plan on offering some tame photos of yours truly in a little gallery (payable thru nf, of course, for a littttle fee), making a place for some stories (I am pretty good at expressing myself and think that you’ll enjoy my stories!), and also having a place where you can get to my recordings all in one nice organized location.  I REALLY want to hear from you, though, on what types of stories and recordings you’d like to hear.  I can make custom ones for you - I can make ones about MOST subjects - and can definitely make arrangements with some of you naughtier boys if you want something really really really custom and for your eyes only.  Just let me know via email (celinawetdreams at gmail dot com) or yahoo messenger (celinawetdreams) and I’ll do my best to satisfy you.

Sound like a deal? 

I was on pretty early this morning cumming like a maniac with Joe, Neal, Joe, Badboy, Joe (lol!) so I’m not on right now.  I need time to recover and clean up, too!  But I will be on later on this evening to see what type of trouble I can get into.  There has to be a few of you who had crushes on the Pastor’s daughter and wanted to play with her during communion!  Confess.  We can repent later. 

I shouldn’t be surprised about how wealth is …how do I put it??… a matter of perspective.  On my cruise I saw many many signs of this.  It’s apparent in the types of passengers that go on cruises:  There is the young just married couple who nervously takes perhaps their very first independent steps alone.  There are the retired folks who go from cruise to cruise with nary a care in the world.  There are the young mothers with kids in toll - perhaps taking a little bit of a family vacation minus her husband or boyfriend.  Then there is me.  A young “barely legal” teen attempting to be a “world” traveler and taking her first ever cruise.  The world that I traveled happened to be only a few short steps from the world I left, but still it was, to coin a sappy disney movie, “a whole new world” for me. 

Mexico on paper was an adventure of epic proportions, however face to face it was just another neighborhood in southern california: a bit crowded at times - and a little bit of a let down.  Sort of like going to Los Angeles for the first time.  You would expect something from oscar night, but instead you’re doused in glittered streets lined with the names of movie stars from yester-years while stepping over a homeless person begging for a few coins for cigarettes, a hamburger, and yeah - even a beer from 7-11.

The cliffs in Mexico that overlooked the beautiful ocean were impressive.  The amounts of shacks and skinny cows and horses boarded in fields bare and brown could have been any postcard from any 3rd world country.  There are always, no matter how far you travel - those same 2 sides of that same coin, yes?

Wealth is a matter of perspective, isn’t it?

After putting things into perspective I have reached the conclussion that I am EXTREMELY rich.  I’m like one of those retired couples, who just goes from one cruise line to the next, happy to be doted on and taking in everything that happens from day to day with a great big smile of delight on my face.  I have callers who just call me up after I returned from being away to tell me they had missed me, and that they were looking forward to our next call together.  I have the callers who write to me after reading my diary entry for the day, just to make a comment or two (yeah - my comments STILL aren’t working… *sigh* - I’ll be trying to fix that in the next few days - wish me luck) and let me know they were here.  I have “Rich” - a fairly new caller who delights in my strange and bizarre fantasies (haha) and allows me to be … well - just as kinky as I need to be and thanks me tremendously for my efforts in pleasing him. 

Relationships with my callers, my friends, and my family - definitely makes me one of the richest people I know! I hope that ‘you’ can count me as one of your richES, too.

I have only recently received 2 presents off my wish list.  2 of those presents came from “Lucy” - after a somewhat humorous call where a guy loved lipgloss and purple rubber dicks.  He actually liked my lipgloss covered lips on him - and the purple rubber dick INSIDE of him - but you get my meaning, basically.  I was very thankful for the gifts because I really had not received any since making the listing.  I actually got something a while ago from a personal wish list from my best friend - but again - that was different. Women expect that their women friends will buy them presents - and we usually keep our end of the women buying each other agreement (article V - section 14 in the girlfriend constitution…look it up!).  But men who spoil us - well - no matter how often it happens (or in my case how infrequently to this point it HAS happened) it is ALWAYS received with much elation and circumstance! lol. 

Today my “U.R.” sent me presents!!!  I haven’t yet received them in my little pink nailed hands - but I will be getting them very shortly and I can not wait to see what the surprises are!!  My “U.R.” (the caller formally known as Mr. Tattle tale) has been very good to me lately.  His calls are of the romantic sort - like my sweet “Joe” who called me before I left on the cruise.  I can get down and dirty like most sweet innocent looking girls when it counts - but there is a romantic little woman inside of me that really likes for her callers to get to know me.  “Pillow talk” as I’ve mentioned before in other posts, is not wasted on me.  I find that most of my enjoyable calls have an element of “date” to them.  Many of my callers are quick fast and in a hurry to complete the mission - but I’m fortunate to have just as many (if not a few more) who truly understand that in order for me to cum and be the best flirt - a little introduction and getting to know you period works wonders! “U.R” gets that - and is appreciative of the time we spend together and is now sending me my very first gift/s ever from a caller.  *insert tear of gratitude here*.    Thank you so much, sweetheart - and thank you, also to Joe - who emailed me after a call we had to specifically thank me for the experience.  Things like that make me enjoy this experience of niteflirt even more than I normally do!

“U.R.” ’s field/occupation is - let’s see how to put this … hmmmm.  Let’s just say that taxes are pretty important to him.  Since he is one of my favorite callers and I’m making him blush by dedicated whole paragraphs to him - I thought I’d give a little shout out for him - in a vain attempt to make his job a bit easier.  “U.R.” has this to say:

“Please file your taxes early and completely - and correctly.”

Now - I have never filed taxes in my life (thankfully!) but will have to this year for sure. I don’t think I’m going to like it, but the thought of jail time, heavy fines and possible audits where I may meet “U.R.” in a cold damp room while being chained to the wall and made to answer questions…oops. sorry. that is a fantasy of mine.  I digress. Let’s just take some time as tax paying citizens to file in time so that we have the necessary time available to get help should we need it.  And before you think of calling someone like “U.R.” for assistance…read what else he had to say:

“Please stop asking so many stupid questions.”

I know in school we are use to people saying, “there is no stupid question.”  but “U.R. assures me that there are indeed stupid questions - and (though he, himself did not say this part…) stupid people.  Go to a tax place and ask some of the questions that are nagging you - or better yet - hire a reputable accountant to do your taxes for you.  But definitely educate yourselves so that you complete your taxes on time.

This message was brought to you by Celina, your teen wet dream.  Making sure you cum, then go to file your taxes - completely, correctly, and on time.  Thank you.  Have a nice day!

Now then…on to the wave.  On the second day of the cruise - we went whale watching.  There were no whales.  Only waves - bumpy waves - and lots of women and children puking into bags that would later be deposited in garbage cans that decorated the ship’s floor.  I hate to think of the poor person who had to empty those garbage cans almost as much as I hate to think of the poor children and women who found themselves staring at that morning’s breakfast buffet recycled. 

There was one wave, however, that was bigger than most.  The ship headed straight into it and almost in slow motion the wave enveloped the front of the ship, soaking several passengers and causing many of us to laugh - out of nervousness or fear - who can ever really tell at a time like that.  The left over splurge of sea water made its way over to me, however - and I was several feet back.  It was almost an after thought - little splatters of sea water that I quickly licked off my lips and blinked away from my eyes.  There were no whales anywhere.  Perhaps the stormy weather threw them off like it threatened to throw US off the ship.  Perhaps they were people watching and playing a game of cat/mouse with us.  All I know is that this - was by far - one of the best things about the cruise for me.  The air - the sea water splashing against my face - and the surges of ups and downs. I wasn’t sick at all.  I wasn’t even that afraid.  It was - sexy.   As sexy as presents from wishlists - and the fantasy of having to pay off taxes in a compromising situation to “U.R.”

Ms. Kylie “tagged” me (I’d rather refer to it as a sort of blog drive by shooting with fatalities…) and gave me this assignment.  Not being one to avoid a challenge (or assignment) I decided to oblige her.

Ahem.

10 Oddball things about Me - By CeCe Anderson

1. Ever since reading some literature and watching a movie called SUPERSIZE ME - I have not eaten at a fast food restaurant.  It’s been about 2 years.  Sometimes I think about the McDonald’s breakfast muffins with the greasy sausage and I start to drool.  But then I get nauseus when I remember the scene from SUPERSIZE ME when the main guy throws up his liver damn near out the window of his car after eating at McDonalds and I lose all desire.
2. I actually was VEGAN for about a year after reading FAST FOOD NATION - but then I realized that dick was meat - and I certainly enjoyed that - so why not have a piece of chicken and beef while I was at it.
3. Speaking of eating beef…I have a slight gap between my front teeth due to my braces - and lately when a guy cums in my mouth I’ve taken to sifting the cum thru the gap in my front teeth. 
4. I like teeth.  Especially chicklet type teeth.  I like to run the tip of my tongue over some nice straight clean pearlie white teeth.  I think it’s kinda sexy.
5. When I was younger and had no place to fuck my boyfriend, I went to a neighborhood Methodist Church at midnight and straddled him on the sidewalk in front of the Pastor’s office.
6. I believe in heaven and hell.  Yeah.  A phone sex operator who is religious. Odd, yes?
7. I’m pretty sure I’m going to heaven - and I hope that I can have sex frequently while there - and eat McDonald’s with out the gross thoughts coming into my mind.
8. While in heaven I hope they have gay porn.  Gay porn turns me on.  I have several clips on my computer.
9. I am afraid of having my computer serviced ever.  (see #8)
10. I am not afraid of worms, though.  I once let a worm crawl over my face because I liked the feel of it.  Wet - slimy - crawly.  A prelude to oral, perhaps?

Scared?  Mmhm.  Me too! lol.