There are positives to working and working out at a women’s gym. The positives are beginning to outweigh the negatives!

I noticed it today – when I was doing some training for a teen and her mommy. Now that it is beginning to be summer here in California – all the teens are starting to go to the gym. Swim suit season and all.

So anyways – me and my friend, Sam, were working the store together. She and I get along realllllly well and are almost exactly the same age. Her bday is exactly one day after mine, so I refer to her as my “twin”. We have similar body types, too – and she got her braces off about 2 months ago – or we’d REALLY be twins. So this mom and her daughter come in to work out and I’m training them on how to do the machines, and in addition showing the girl some ab exercises. I’m getting really good at the things that we do there – and have already gone down a few points on my body composition which is a fancy way of saying my body index is now in the excellent rage!!! Yeah for CeCe! To think I was going to work at the mall at a clothing store right next to the cinnabun place – OR at a boring ass tanning salon. Instead I took this job at the gym and now get paid for staying in shape! It’s absolutely beautiful!

Gosh – I can’t stay with a topic tonight, can I?

So yeah – I was teaching all these wonderful exercises when my twin came up to me and was like, “CeCe! There is a guy that is TOTALLY staring at you from outside.” So I look out our big picture window and there is a man – about 45 or so maybe – staring at me. He was hot looking, too. So I smile and wave – and the guy turns about the shade of the momma’s face. Bright Glow in The Dark Red. So I go back to working training – but I’m looking over my shoulder now at the guy. I start – *ahem* showing off. Doing all these pelvic thrusts and things – and the guy’s eyes are glued to me. Not even noticing that I’m looking back at him he’s so “enthralled” (isn’t that a great word?!?) at my appearance. So I start doing these squats and lunges down the length of the gym. And yup. He’s still staring STRAIGHT at me. I’m wearing this little tank top and tight yoga pants so I know he was getting an eye full. Then my client – the mom – turns to the window and starts kinda mouthing to the guy what looks like, “Get the HELL away from the window!” and I ask her – “oh – is that your husband?” And she blushes and says, yeah. She tells me that he wanted to join the gym, but it was for women only – and he was suppose to be checking out the 24 hour fitness gym a few blocks down and come back and pick them up after their training. LOL! He sat there for the whole hour training session! After they were done I open up the door to let them out – and give them a few passes for some friends and stuff…and kinda tell them how well they did. Basically I’m stalling along just playing along with this guy. He’s all focused on me and starts asking questions about how long I have been working there – and what changes I’ve noticed in my body since working out – and complimenting me (in front of his WIFE) about what good shape I’m in and how he likes the muscle definition in my legs. LOL. His wife and daughter basically had to drag their husband/father away from me. It was so cute!!

I miss that male attention while working out. For some women they hate the fact that men are checking them out while they do squats and sweat all over the treadmill and stuff, but for me – it fuels me, ya know? It makes me want to work out harder when I know I have an audience. Women don’t make for a good audience at all! They tend to chatter away about all kinds of boring stuff (like the majority of my blog entries! LOL!) and distract me from the task at hand.

After he left my window, I worked out hard and long. I started to get excited by the sweat running down my back and soaking my wet tank top – and enjoyed the feel of the little strands of hair falling out of my pony tail – soaking wet from the intense work out. The whole time I imagined him staring at me – from the window – a nice hardon working out in his pants!

I felt a bit strange the other day – and when I took my temp. it was 100.1. Which for me is … sick. I hardly EVER get a temp. I just felt so strange. Kinda hot – and a whole lot sicky in my tummy tum tum.

That’s why I haven’t been around much at all today. Just been laying low – and now about to take a nap. Hopefully I’ll be feeling better tomorrow and will have the energy to do some calls and say hello to my friends and lovahs!

Just a quick note to say THANKS to Uncle “Ralph” for a long long long delightful call! He read my blog yesterday and sensed I was a bit stressed – so decided to tribute me by way of long phone call. He’s always so sweet to me.

Also Thank you to “my puppy” (forever more known as) for the tv that arrived today! It works it works and is so cute and compact for my loft. It’s PERFECT. It even has a sleeper timer on it – which I need cuz I always fall asleep to the tv. Always.

I gotta go… still not feeling up to everything. But I am feeling much better than I did earlier… so it’s on it’s way “out”. *wink*

I can feel it happening.

I’m getting restless.

It’s hot here in Cali – 80′s to 90′s for the past 5 days or so. It’s like there was absolutely no spring whatsoever. It went from freezing winter (well freezing for me – 30 degrees is cold to Us Californians) to 90. I thought there were four seasons – but apparently in California there are only 2: Rain and Fire season.

But I can feel it happening.

I’m getting that feeling of wanting to be outside – wanting to go to the beach – wanting to party with friends by the pool – and NOT wanting to go to school. . We had 4 people with in 10 minutes come in to the gym tonight and want to join. Swimsuit season is upon us – and what good would all this working out do if I couldn’t enjoy swimsuit season along with every other hot and horny 18 year old.

I may just need to revamp my hours a bit. I’ve been staying up waaaaaay too late lately. I’m sleeping thru the best part of sunlight and waking up in time to quickly burn before heading off to the gym. This is not the life for an 18 year old, si?

So – yeah. I’m not even long winded this evening. See?

Summer is coming.

I’m going to pack it on in I think for the evening – but maybe I’ll stay on alerts for all of you who want to say hi in the morning.

Oh – wait – before I go: Kevy, Warren, and sweet Mr. Lattern: Thanks so much for your calls & Feedback. Mr. Lattern has me worried, though. He said something about giving me something. It wouldn’t be a nice plate of cookies, would it Mr? Or maybe some candy… you know how I love those gummy worms! You have my imagination going full speed ahead!!! TELL ME IMMEDIATELY!!!! Har har !!

Ok – seriously. I’m going to bed, men. Thanks for the great day/evening/early morning…

Uncle Randy did it again!!  I got the cutest package today with all things silver and delicate wrapped up inside!  A few little silver nose rings um… Yup… I’m considering getting my nose pierced!  And also the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen!  I also got a simple yet beautiful thumb ring, too.  I love ALL my presents, Uncle Randy!  Thank you so much for cheering me up with your thoughtfulness and generousity! *smoochies*

I also got a great CD from the musical My Fair Lady from my sweet Doctor!  I haven’t talked about him much here, because, well, I’m protective of him.  But he is a very good friend of mine – and spoils me more than I deserve.  Yes – I am very much aware of his generousity and know that often times I do not deserve his gifts! I put my necklace on today – and as I was riding to the gym I put in the cd.  I sang, “I could have danced all nite” all the way there.  People must have been looking in my car thinking I was totally and completely strange – but man!  That Julie Andrews sure can SING HER ENGLISH ASS RIGHT OFF can’t she? 

Speaking of musicals, I feel I should explain/defend my choice to obsess over every great musical ever made.  My grandmother was a pianist, singer, and also a theater geek.  I think I get a lot of my theatrics from her.  My father’s mother, it also drifted down on him.  Our home is constantly filled with all types of music.  We don’t discriminate.  We listen to everything from country to rap music in my house.  As long as it’s good – and entertaining we’ll give it a go.  But back to my grandmother.  When she was alive, I would bake with her.  And while we would bake she would put music on.  We would sing at the top of our voices all kinds of songs, but her favorite was Julie Andrews.  I LOVED Julie as much as my grandmother did, maybe more.  It wasn’t just Julie, though, it was Shirley Jones, and Ethel Merman, and Lucille Ball (in MAME) and Jennifer Holiday, and Diana Ross, and Marnie Nixon – and just EVERYONE!  I’m now a bit obessed with the idea of collecting everything that Julie Andrews ever was in.  After I satisfy that obsession, I will collect probably all the great broadway musicals – and then we’ll go from there.  I can sing and carry a tune – but I think maybe my secret dream is to be on stage or something.  I dunno.  But there you have it.

Oh – and while I was thinking about Julie Andrews I suddenly remembered something else.  I have the disturbing quality of turning even the most innocent of situations into naughty disturbingly naughty fantasies.  So I was thinking of The Sound Of Music.  I was thinking of the nun – locked up in a convent – not quite ready to be a nun.  And maybe that nun sneaking out to run around in the mountains and sing … when suddenly she runs across a young sheppherd – with his goats – and while she’s skipping rocks in the stream – he approaches her and tells her that she’ll never make a good nun – especially after he takes her virginity.  Who ever heard of a nun who fucks strange men by mountain streams, he tells her, while forcing himself on her.

Then I started thinking about Leisel.  Who never really looked so “young” to me.  I thought of the actress who played her – and the Captain Von Trapp.  I thought about maybe between takes the captain and Leisel fucking in the gazebo – while Ralph watched with his “telegram” in his hand.

*sigh*

Something is definitely WRONG with me!!!

So where was I?  Oh yeah… Santa.

There is one…

I wonder if it’s only cookies he sneaks while delivering his presents to all the good boys and girls. 

See what I mean?

Being of norweigan heritage – Uff dah – is a common expression around my house.  When you stub your toe on the coffee table….uff dah!  When you forget to take the gas pump out of your car before taking off … UFF DAH!  When you find out that your parents have gone thru your room in order to find left over dishes and found your vibrator… UFF DAH!  When you *ahem* forget your best friend’s birthday – UFF DAH!!!!  When you log on on a tuesday morning – early – and get a huge gallon of cum spurting newbies and regulars…. yup.  You guessed it – UFF DAH!!!  (though this uff dah is more in the positive inflection – not in the “oh dang it” kind of inflection…) Uff dah (ooooff duh) is a word that means so much – but can be translated to – Oye Vey (spelling?) or in typical teen age fashion – Oh Snap! – or in typical adult fashion: Oh Shit!  Try it out sometime … it is an expression that is universal!

I had an uff dah kind of nite/morning.  Like I said – so many calls – so many happy satisfied CUM-stumers (lol!) and so many happy CeCe’s as I got to cum right along with them!

My repeat man “D” asked me in his fantasy what addiction meant.  I somewhat shyly gave him my explanation – but I got to thinking as I did: How many of us are truly addicted to sex – and is it something that we wish to “recover” from?  I know of many people who have addictions to alcohol, to hell – food, even – and of course know of people who are addicted to Drugs.  But I have never really known anyone who really has been addicted to sex enough to go into a treatment facility for it.  If my many callers are addicted to sex – then am I a pusher?  *hangs head in mock shame*.  Do I have callers who have not gone to work for weeks at a time because they are in front of their computer with their pants down to their ankles jacking off for the 123789723789th time that day?  (wouldn’t that be a bit painful – I’m wondering???!)  Is it really that serious?  And if it is – how do you break your addiction to … cumming?  I mean – you have to cum!  I’ve been told by countless boyfriends that if they don’t cum they will explode – and not in the good sense.  That somehow all that cum will just build up in their scrotums and one day explode painfully as a result.  Can we say it all together, now? U-F-F-D-A-H!

If *you* are an addict, and you are reading this…(though I don’t know how possible that would be provided you need two hands to type and maneuver your way to my diary page to read all this!) please – for the love of all that is holy and just – SEEK TREATMENT NOW!  Call Niteflirt – there are flirts – I mean psychiatrists available to help you!  We will walk you thru the 12 steps of recovery:

1. I am powerless over my need for cum release - and I will explode if I don’t let go.
2. Came to believe that a Flirt – who is more knowledgeable about these kinds of things – could restore us to sanity.
3. Made a decision to turn our will to cum – and the way we cum - over to the care of our Flirts as we understood them.
4. Made a searching and fearless monetary inventory.
5. Admitted to a flirt, and to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our “kinks”.
6. Were entirely ready to have our flirt redefine these “defects” of character so that we could embrace – not remove – them.
7. Humbly admit our short-cummings.
8. Made a list of all flirts we had not yet contacted, and became willing to try ‘em out. (If not satisfied with current flirt, that is!!)
9. Made direct payments to all paid mails not yet opened.
10. Continued to take personal financial inventory and where we were cheap – promptly admitted it.
11. Sought thru prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with our flirt, as we understood them, praying for knowledge of their will for us and the power to carry that out.
12. Having had a sexual awakening as the results of these steps – tried to carry this message to other Cum-stumers so that they could reach this same awakening.

If you need further assistance – my office hours will be until 8:00AM today – and then by appointment after those hours.  My fee is: 1.75 an hour. oops. I mean 1.75 a MINUTE!!!*wink*.