I got 30 minutes. I already fell asleep in this chair 15 minutes ago - woke my tired ass up and spent another 10 minutes or so staring at (through) my computer monitor. I gotta get some sleep. 6:00AM comes really early … much to my surprise. Seriously, I’m use to falling asleep by 6:00AM - not waking up by that time. Even more strange (stranger than CeCe waking up before 10:00AM) is the fact that I haven’t set my alarm clock once since school started. Ok - so it’s only been 2 days - but still! Me waking up before 10:00AM with out an alarm clock? That’s like a miracle, really. Maybe not making a blind man see miracle - but definitely water into wine type miracle!

Jackson sleeps with me - well at the foot of my bed in his “crate” like a good puppy should - and I bolt out of bed around 6:30AM so that he can pee. When I open up the crate and hold out my arms he walks into them … all drowsy and sweet like. Then he starts to whine. I imagine he’s telling me how full his little puppy bladder is because as soon as I put him down on his puppy pad he unleashes what can only be described as a small pond. I always just stare in amazement - not because I’m into the whole toilet type thing - but more because I’m wondering how the hell my little son managed to hold it that long and never complain to me about it. Of course I always express my delight in his toileting - and I often laugh at myself for doing it. yeah - I’m still somewhat impressed with how quickly I’ve joined yet another club.

Remember - there was the MAC club of which I am still a member. So much a member that my desk top computer which is a DELL sits and looks at me like - “um - could you finger me now and then just for old times sake, bitch?” Now that my MAC club status is in full bloom (I’m already trying to plan for a IMAC desk top…maybe I’ll be lucky enough to get one for next year…) I’ve entered another club: Pet Owner Club. Like the Club O MAC - Pet Owner Club sort of snuck up on me. I started going to PetSmart every Saturday and this was before Jackson even arrived on the scene. I kinda looked in on the other owners and followed a few of them around the store, touching things they touched and listening in on conversations they held with PetSmart employees on best trainers, best doggy biscuits, best kitty litter and best brand of food. I also bought several things PRE Jackson because of course I had a list of items. This is what I kept telling myself - and after the 4th trip to PetSmart in the past month I suddenly realized what had happened. Actually, one of the employees asked me if I needed any assistance - and when I smiled and said “no” she replied, “Oh - you’re just doing your regular Saturday Shop day…” as if to insinuate that I did this, well, every Saturday or something. I actually blushed and nodded - and went to buy some chew toys. The 5 billion that Jackson currently owns is not quite enough. Plus he needs one for his overnight bag… In case he stays over night at someone’s house and needs something to chew on. What? It’s necessary.

Just one more thing about PetSmart because I realize that part of being in the PetSmart/Pet Owner club is that no one really is as interested about trips to PetSmart (or any pet store) as you are. Their eyes start to glaze over and they begin to yawn when you tell them some cute story about some cute thing your cute dog did - and they literally begin to bob their head when you talk to them about the toys and outfits (yes, I said outfits!) you found for your pet/son during one particular great shopping trip. Humor me. So the “one more thing” about this club - is that people at PetSmart are really crazy. Honestly. Especially the older ladies that own cats. This one lady struck up a conversation with a rather attractive black man at Petco - and when she saw his white wife and their gorgeous human children (I did have to specify - because they could have fur children as many people at PetSmart call their pets) she remarked really loudly, “Are you sure those are your kids? Oh - they’re your kids for another year or two until the tests come back, right?” I just stared at her. She had never met these people in her life! I must have gasped or drawn attention to myself in some other way because her attentions suddenly were on me and she started to tell me all about her much younger boyfriend (she was dating her best friend’s son…. um…. call opportunity?!) and then told me all about her cats and how she kept young and (her words - not mine!) freaky. As I walked out of the store I met up with her again - and she hugged the huge statue of the Dinosaur or whatever that thing is in the entry of the store - chatting the whole time about how she was tired of nursing old men and now she had a young man to nurse her. I realized as I left that this was the new club I had entered. The club of cleaning up poop from your animal and thinking nothing of it, kissing your dog after you know he’s been chewing on his paw that walked thru the poop before you cleaned it up and thinking nothing of it, dressing your dog up in clothes and taking pictures of it because you feel it’s cute, showing people on your families cell phones the picture of your “kid” and thinking it’s absolutely normal to do so, striking up conversations with other pet owners because they are the only ones that now “get you” and your strange obsession with your pet, scratching off Staples (gasp), Best Buy, and even Linen and Things/Bed Bath and Beyond off your list because there aren’t enough Pet items in the store to make walking in the store even worth your while, surveying restaurants, stores, and other public places to see if you and your pet will be welcome - and I could go on because the most obvious clue that you’ve become part of this club and know the secret hand shake is the ability to go on and on and on and on and on even though you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re boring the ever living hell out of the non pet owning humans you’re speaking to.

School is a riot. My screen writing class is an absolute joy. My teacher is an accomplished (and I am laughing while saying that… 2ns knows why - I’ll tell the rest of you but only on the phone because - yeah - it’s “top secret” - *slaps knee*) screenwriter himself so he has some great tips for writing for Hollywood. I value his opinion - but I wouldn’t be CeCe if I didn’t have some issues with his teaching, right? While I appreciate his wanting his students to pitch ideas to Hollywood and write stuff that we can actually sell and blah blah blah - I am also wanting someone to give me the idealistic “write your story, CeCe - and it will sell itself” type Hollywood/FairyTale shit I’ve grown up to and basically watched my entire life. I guess you only get to write that type of stuff after you play the game for X amount of years, right? Then no one cares if you do a period piece (lol) because by then you have a ton of people ready to invest in just your name and box office brilliance? Somehow I don’t think that Mike Myers is going to come out with his life story any time soon though - even if he wanted to. He has a definite “niche” right? He’s not going to do anything different I don’t think…unless he gets a ghost writer or something, maybe. Ok - so that’s my screen writing class. My sign language class is okay - it’s just a little quiet (lol! - get it? ok - bad joke…). My teacher is funny and sweet and she will make class an absolute joy, I’m sure. My biology teacher is also female so there goes any opportunity to dress up(or down) in hopes for a good grade. I don’t know where the smart boys in class are or I’d sit next to them. I’m good at memorizing and our teacher gives a great study guide (sounds sexual but isn’t…) so I’ll be okay. The challenge is definitely going to be my Algebra class. I don’t even know how I managed to get into this class. I thought I was taking the idiots guide to mathematics class where we add and subtract big numbers and stuff. Apparently my placement exams thought I was smarter than I actually am. My teacher (and he’s a guy) said that I could try it out and see how it goes - but that that class will probably bore me to tears. We have lecture in that class for 30 minutes - and then we do “group” work. Are you kidding me? I HATE group work. Just let me get a tutor (someone who will laugh at me AFTER I leave the session, preferrably) and I’ll be on my way. I don’t know these people - and some of them are scary. Most of them seem to know what they are doing already, too - I need to be in the lower class where everyone is on an equal I’m so humiliated and I so suck at Math level. But I’ll see how things go for the next week. My teacher is kinda funny and a bit on the cute side, too. He’s also Married and talks about his daughter. It would be cute except he refers to his daughter when explaining mathematical things… like, “My daughter remembers this symbol because it looks like a crocodile opening his mouth…”. I don’t care if it is the greater than/less than sign that he is talking about. No one wants to know that a 7 year old understands Algebra symbols and such. That’s just…rude. :))

Ok - it’s almost 1:00AM - I gotta go. I will write again - I have one more day of classes (after tomorrow) and I will write what I was suppose to write this time but just couldn’t do it. I won’t talk about Jackson again until … well… Saturday. Unless he does something really cute or learns to talk or something.

I promise.

There just isn’t a better title I could give.

Jackson is just what the good doctor ordered. Let me start from the beginning - the evening of the 22nd - when I met my true love.

The breeder had called me to let me know there was an earlier appointment - but the 3 of us (my good friend W. and my little cousin - honorary co-momma) made it only a few minutes earlier than our first appointment. We were greeted by the most obnoxious barking ever. LOL. My breeder has 3 of her own - little furry maltese babies - well not babies, technically. Jackson’s momma - Jackson’s daddy and a relative - a little toy that my breeder could not part with. I sat on the couch - and waited for the two babies to make their appearance. I picked up Jackson first and he went totally limp. He sat so still and looked at me with these big black eyes with a mixture of annoyance and submission. He was about 1/2 of pound hair - and he barely tops the scale at 1 pound total weight. When I placed him down to pick up his brother - he immediately attacked his mama - hanging from her tail and running around her in circles as if to show me how cute and spoiled he really was. His brother while on the floor was what I suspected Jackson to be - submissive - following the leader (Jackson) and kinda allowing everyone to run circles around him. He seemed quiet - maybe a bit shy - and pretty unimpressed with us. I really wanted to like him because it felt like he needed me to protect him. But in my arms he shook - and looked for an easy escape. I’m sure he would have gotten use to me - but with Jackson there was no test - just immediate acceptance and a cool - somewhat brave - attitude. Like he expected me to like him - and would show off in case I hadn’t quite got the message. The choice was an easy one. I pretty much knew already - but grew a bit worried when the breeder told me he would be a bit of a hellian. In the past 24 hours her words have appeared to be well founded. But I’m getting a head of myself.

After the buying agreement (with some minor changes) had been signed - and money had exchanged hands - Jackson was officially mine. My little son. I allowed (lol) my cousin to hold him on the way home - prepared for a bout of car sickness, but there was none. No crying - no yelping - no wistful eyes looking back at his home. Nothing. He just settled in my cousin’s lap and chilled for the 30 minute drive home. The engine had barely been turned off - and my other cousin was running towards the car with arms stretched wide. Jackson had been mine for less than 2 hours - and it took another hour before I finally was able to hold him - nestle my face into his soft white fur and just be amazed at how absofrickenlutely gorgeous he was.

Jackson has changed me. I was one of those people who would be completely grossed out by seeing a dog parent doing some of the things I now oooh and awww over. I oohed and awwwwed when Jackson’s little tongue found my face and I swear his breath is so puppy breath-y it’s incredible - but I inhale it as though I’m getting ready to kiss someone who has consumed a whole pack of tic tacs. I applaud like mad when he poops on his little pee pad - which in and of itself is just plain gross when you think about it…but somehow down right adorable when little Jackson relieves himself on it. Earlier today I noticed that his little bottom had poop attached which had dried and had begun to fossilize. Holding his 1 lb body in my hands I took a wash cloth (mentally adds baby washcloths to shopping list) and began to attack the dried feces all the while cooing and aahing at him - totally oblivious to the fact that I was washing my dog’s anus. I got it bad. I figure - nothing else really matters aside from Jackson’s eliminating routinely on his pee pee pads (today he missed the mark completely - momma took away one of the pads a bit prematurely and Jackson peed at the location of now missing mat. It hasn’t quite connected in his head that the PAD is the target and not the LOCATION - but Mommy is patient and has many paper towels for such errors. ).

Jackson is a little maltese - at maturity he’ll probably reach a petite 5 pounds or so which falls in line with the “standard” I’m told - not that it really matters except to say he’s a small dog with mucho attitude. I heard a song once about short people. I have no clue who sang it - but it sat in my head as probably one of the meanest songs ever. ’specially cuz I’m a bit on the short side. From what I can recall, however, that song is pretty damn true. I find myself compensating for my size by being a bit on the loud side. I have a ferocious bark which hopefully convinces most people that I could really take out one of their ankles if I put my mind to it. Think Tonya Harding - only less portly. Jackson has short/little person complex. He doesn’t care how tall you are - he will attack your feet with his razor sharp teeth in an instant. His little rope toys don’t intimidate him either, even though they are about a foot longer and about 2 pounds heavier than he is. He will run up and “talk” to anyone who cares to talk to him - even people who don’t want to speak to him he has a way of wooing. I can tell through all this puppy language of him which probably translates into something disappointing to a proud puppy mama like me (like typical of ANY puppy!) that Jackson is gifted. He’s exceptionally bright and well adjusted for his age and plays well with others. He even, on occasion, shares his toys.

So there you have it. I promise to not litter my blog with little puppy antecdotes. Wait…I promise not to do that EVERY day (lol). I also here by solemnly swear that Jackson will not take over my life. I’m well aware that I have homework that will soon be due, work to do, and well - panties to select. I won’t let you down. He makes it very difficult for me to want to do anything but bury my face in his fur and kiss him while telling him what a precious little man he is though. Damn - I got it bad.

I had many other things to talk about in this entry - but for the life of me I can’t remember them. It’s nearing 3:30AM and Jackson will be waking me up around 6:00am so he can impress me with his wonderful pee marking skills. I can’t let him down. I will be on tomorrow probably around… I dunno… 8:00PM or so? I may actually even log on for a bit during the day tomorrow after I complete a few errands.

A special thank you to Jackson’s God-mother and Auntie for the gift certificate. That was very sweet of you and Jackson has a special message for you. Just a sec. Let me see if I can translate…

Jackson:

grrrrrr *whine whine* grrrrrr Woof!

Translation:

For the love of God and all that is holy - please make sure the gift certificate wasn’t to some damn prissy clothing for dogs site. Only a fricken YORKIE would wear a rain coat, dawg!

Kids. So ungrateful…

I really didn’t think I was all that tired. Sure I stayed up late last night because I got a few calls. A few lot of calls, actually. But I eventually was tucked in by a fair medium height gentle as a lamb (but often sarcastic) gentleman - and slept until about … um… 8-ish. I think I conked out about 4:00AM - maybe it was closer to 5:00AM. So I get up - because I have to pee, to be frank. I have this habit lately called “crystal light pink lemonade”. I put it in the world’s largest water bottle and basically nurse on it as I do calls because sometimes my throat feels like I gave head to a roll of sand paper. I never realize just how much I’m drinking until early morning when I have to pee like a race horse. So I woke up about 8:00AM and scurried (scurried? lol) down the ladder of my loft - and flew into the bathroom. I don’t even remember peeing. What I do remember is the sensation in my legs as I woke up. Yes. I fell asleep on the toilet. Dead asleep - don’t remember peeing or wiping fell asleep. Dreaming on the toilet didn’t see it coming fell asleep. And as my head sort of cleared, I realized that my legs and feet were still dead asleep. I started to shake them, you know, like you do to your hands when you find that they’ve fallen asleep sometimes? (maybe I have a circulation problem…hmmm) I couldn’t feel them that much other than the pins and needles and this slight feeling of pain. I thought that maybe if I got up and walked around the feeling would return to my feet and legs so I planted my feet (I thought) and stood up.

I fell back onto the toilet. I had to catch myself by putting my hand back on the toilet seat. I felt like I had been paralyzed momentarily from the butt down. But more than the weird feeling of not being able to stand “on my own two feet” (hardy har) - I was also just embarrassed… really embarrassed at having fallen. I just … man… LOL. I just didn’t know how I was going to explain it to anyone - and it was too good of a story to NOT tell, you know? After a bit I tried the whole walking thing again and thankfully most of the feeling had come back to my limbs. I fell on the couch - flipped on the television, started to watch Top Chef and passed out until noon.

The puppy isn’t even here yet - so I don’t know if I have an appropriate excuse. I am just trying (still) to recover from this whole summer school thing in time to prepare myself for Fall Semester. I feel weird, too. Not sick weird - just exhausted weird. Like maybe I’m not getting enough sleep (laughing out loud LITERALLY… gee, CeCe, what was your first hint?!).

I finally made it till Monday, though. Monday (today) was the day that I finally got to call the Breeder and ask about my baby and when he would be ready to come home. He will be ready on Wednesday. So Wednesday Evening I will probably not be on for a while. I’ll be with puppy. I do not know how puppy will even react to the phone yet - and NF does have strict rules about the whole bestiality thing (LOL!) which would not allow for such things (I don’t think) as even a button on my main listing announcing Jacks arrival - no matter how innocent it was (and trust me it would be innocent). So until I know that Jack won’t bark every time the phone rings. growl when I am speaking to another man on the phone, or other wise show me his annoyance and not being the center of my universe (which consequently he is but I’ll never tell him that. Ever). I’ll have to wait until the little man is safely sleeping before mama comes out to play on Wednesday. Look for me about 11:00PM or so. Excited doesn’t even come close to how I feel about this puppy and I haven’t even met him yet. I’m in love with a little man sight unseen. How beautiful is that?

I finally did some much needed errands today, though. It’s weird how your world just slowly shrinks when you have a little one. Pet stores, Grocery stores (particularily the pet aisle), drug stores (to see if they have toys that Jack doesn’t have yet), Target Boutique (to see if there are any SHIRTS for Jack), Walmart (to see if they sell baby gates) - etc, have become my new obsession. Out with the old (CCrowe & BWilder) and in with the new (Hello, Jack). (Can I erase the part about out with the old? Ok. done. As much as I love puppies - some things can never be replaced).

I do have plenty of things to do tomorrow though - so I really shouldn’t write much more. I got an email from one of my teachers already giving me my first assignment and school hasn’t even started yet. He just wanted to give us a head start on the BIG assignment that will be due. I think I’m going to like him - he seems well organized, passionate, and he writes a really decent letter. (wiggles eyebrows up and down). I also have to pay for school so they let me in. I remembered to wash my car earlier this evening - but forgot to get the oil changed like a dork, so I should do that, too. I hate to mention the R word again (recording) but do you think maybe I should pull one out of my ass or something before school starts? I’ve only been promising one for the better part of a year. I need to clean up a bit because I think the doggy crate is going to be with me in my room/house/loft. We need to bond - and it IS my doggy, right? I realized that I still haven’t made an appointment with the ortho and it’s been 2 months almost - so yeah - I probably should do that, too. (groan). And yes - judging from what happened earlier this morning, I should probably get some sleep before personal training appt. tomorrow (where I pay someone to kick my ass) If I can’t sleep - I know just the seat that will help facilitate some lovely REM. It’s the best seat in the house.

46 hours and counting………….

I have exactly 8 more days until I return back to school. I will be going full time - 4 whole classes - from sun up to almost sun down. I’m excited and I am a bit nervous, too. Overall, though, I’m ready to get started again. I always love school - at least in the very beginning!

I’ll be logging on whenever possible for the next 8 days and then on the 27th my schedule will change. It’s hard to know exactly where work fits in with all the studying and tests and papers and stuff - but I’ve done my best to be at least a bit reasonable. August 27th - December 13th my schedule* will be as follows (FYI: all times are Pacific Standard Time):

Monday - Wednesday: 5pm - 11:00pm (depending on how things go I could work a bit longer but will not work later than Midnight on any of these days. I have an 8:00AM class Mondays and Wednesdays - and a 9:00am class on Tuesday and Thursdays. We all know how CeCe is in the morning. In order for me to stay awake during classes I need at least 6 hours of sleep just to function. I won’t take appointments after this time. I need to be absolutely serious about this. Please don’t tempt me - I’m easily tempted and I WILL be vulnerable to falling asleep during Biology despite getting the recommended hours of sleep anyways. Help me help myself.

Thursday: 6pm - 1:00AM (depending on how things go I could work a bit longer. Appointments after this time will be honored.

Friday: Morning appointments available upon request. I may log on for an hour or two in the mornings just to catch a few of my customers - if you want me to be around making an appointment will be the best thing. I’ll be logging back on from 7pm - 1:00am or even 2:00am - again depending on how the evening goes.

Saturday: Morning appointments available upon request. I may log on for an hour or two in the morning just to catch a few customers - again, making an appointment would be the best thing to do if you want to catch me in the mornings on Saturday. Saturday Evenings I will work from 7pm - 1:00am or even 2:00am - again depending on how the evening goes.

Sunday: Morning appointments available if requested. I will log on from 7pm - 11:00pm but may log on a few hours earlier if I have no other plans. I will no longer be able to stay up for late nite appointments on Sunday Evenings or early Monday Mornings. I deeply regret this.

*During the time of finals (12/10 - 12/13) this schedule is subject to change. For those of you who have a vested interest in my schooling (ahem! U.R. and 2ns ahem!) you may kick my ass if you see me taking calls with out having properly studied. I may need to masturbate for a second, however, just to relieve stress. You understand.

So there you have it. My schedule. You can definitely count on me being around during the times listed above - unless otherwise noted in my diary ahead of time. Things do “come up”. If you are a long time customer of mine and you don’t see a time frame that appeals to you or works with your schedule, please write to me and let me know. I will do what I can (with my school demands and personal life concerns) to “make time” to speak - if it is absolutely NOT possible for me to do so - then I will definitely be sad, but will do whatever I can to make recommendations (lol! that sounds so funny - but I do have a few women who I feel confident about recommending).

It seems this summer went by so fast. *whew*. I’m excited for it to end…but like I said earlier - it’s a bit “scary” at the same time. Wish me luck.

In other news - the baby is kicking. No - not a REAL baby … or at least not a human one! Jackson will be coming to join our family in a few short days now. I can hardly contain myself. I’m so nervous - and honestly I’m wondering (if it weren’t for the $233489098.00 dollars I’ve spent on him already!) if this is a good time to introduce a new member to my family. Jackson will be all mine and that scares the shit out of me. What if he gets sick? What if he’s not happy? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I really can’t afford it? What if school takes me away from him for too many hours a day? What if he gets lost? What if someone takes him away from me? What if… I feel like a damn mother - and I guess I am one. I guess this is what I wanted/want - but I still feel slightly nervous - but excited at the same time. Gosh! Is this the theme of my post or what? I have a few things on my wish list if you wish to send Jackson a “house warming” present. I pretty much have everything though - so no worries if you would rather save up the pennies and spoil me on Christmas instead. Jackson will understand, I’m sure of it…

Well that is about it for now. Just a few shout - outs though, if I could. 2ns…thank you so much for earlier. You hit the spot. To Guitar gently weeps: thank you for last night. It was really nice hearing from you - and I’m glad the band is doing well. Always a thrill to be the “band-aid” of a nearly famous band like yours. You’re awesome. U.R.: I’m really sorry to hear about your accident. I’m glad that you are doing okay - but how absolutely horrible to have to go through something like that. Please be safe - take care of yourself - and don’t even worry about not calling me. I mean - seriously! Priorities, right? I’ll be here when you get back so don’t even push it. To my sweet dear English teacher that I hardly ever mention here because we’re on myspace together - *wink* : Hi. And I loveth you, too - kind Sir. Hope the kids are still settled down in class and not giving their teach too much trouble. Dave: I hope my schedule works with yours…let me know and we’ll try to work something out. Tiff: you got a whole write up the other day - be patient and behave yourself on that trip with all those boys. You know what I’m talking about!

and one more before I go…my caller known as newslang: You truly make my day with the feedback you leave me. I think it’s somewhat…what’s the word? egotistical, maybe? yeah. Egotistical of me to even accept such compliments you offer me. It sure feels nice hearing them, though! I have now forgotten how many times I’ve talked with CeCe, but I cannot get enough of her! She is so genuine, friendly and sexy - she’s amazing, and I cannot wait for my next call with her! *Big huge grin* Thank you so much!

Thanks everyone for the great calls this weekend - and for the well wishes and congrats on the new member of my little family. Jax (get it - JACKS? Jax?) will definitely stop by later on next week and make his appearance known. No worries… I got lots of love and cuddles to give…there will be plenty left for all of my friends. I’m more concerned that you’ll all fall deep in love with Jax and forget all about me.

Talk soon!

I wrote a 10 page analysis of a film the other day. I gave it to a friend of mine to edit and well - it was hard on me. lol. I’m not necessarily a wimp but I always hated having my things critiqued. I am trying to get use to it - but it’s difficult. Anyways - I’m mentioning this because of something that came out in the critique. I said something like … well, it doesn’t matter what I said - but what I did was basically brag about something that I had. Which would have made my teacher feel pretty bad. Kinda like that nah nah nah nah nah kind of kid who has icecream and your mama won’t let you have any cuz it’s too close to dinner time. I don’t wanna shove this compliment (which I’ve posted below) as a kind of nah nah nah nah nah moment. But I do want to brag. I do want to say that I feel INCREDIBLY blessed - so lucky to have some of the most talented, most friendly, most … real - customers ever. When I received the compliment that I’m posting below in my email box the other day…my heart just melted. When I read the blog that Tiffers has created for me - I completely lost it. I got tears in my eyes…like the kind of tears I get in my eyes when I hear that song “All By Myself” when I’m feeling particularily lonesome. Or that tear in my eye that I get as soon as I hear that song Mandy Moore sings in A Walk To Remember - “My Only Hope”. This just moved me so much - and I wanted to share it. I wanted to honor it - and give it a little space right here because it’s worthy of it.

Thank you so much my sweet dear friend for this gift. You got that chapter.

”niteflirt - the final frontier…to make CeCe cum HARDER than she has ever cum before…*cue music - an Hitachi Wand flies towards screen while music swells…*

I tweaked your line a little to more fit my mission objectives during our call which I think I achieved, well good enough for jazz anyway. So here’s the deal, well what happened from my end of the line anyway.

I found myself in, well, a bit of a mood over the last week or so. We all interact with CeCe for our own reasons, all good ones. Earlier in the week I suffered from a touch of insomnia, got up saw CeCe was available and decided to give her a call and check in for a few. I ended up running my approximate forty-five minutes of time out well um shopping with her. LMFAO. There’s a side story there but it has to do with (hopefully - YOU PRIMISED CeCe) a future blog entry of hers. Let’s just say in about a week or so the ball will be totally in CeCe’s court. During that call I got to know her a little better too.

So it’s Friday and I had managed to get her IM ID from her and tiffy wanted to play. I saw that she’s available and I IM’d her to see, you know, if she was in the mood for tiffy’s particular brand of bullshit and tease her a little about an idea I had that came from the course of our previous calls. I’ve discovered that if I can get CeCe engaged mentally, a little curious, well we both have more fun.

Well some lucky dude managed to get in before me so I had to wait, but wait I did. I finally get her on the line and she was quite playful answering the phone in fluent Spanish. I dropped the ball there CeCe and was so flustered by it I couldn’t even play, LMAO You threw me for a loop there! It turned out to be tiffy’s lucky night. It was the last night before CeCe’s folks returned and so she could be a little more vocal. I asked if she wanted to make some ‘noise’ and she giggled and said, “sure!” So CeCe ended up heading to her loft with her arms filled with toys and gizmos like a demented Santa Clause on Christmas Eve, got all comfortable and relaxed and we started to play.

One final note, my writing style is allegorical so I might be describing things in a manner that isn’t exactly true. I might say something like, “CeCe came all over my face” well of course not really. You’ve done CeCe calls before you know how ‘real’ she can make it. Keep it in mind. I plan on having lots of adventures with CeCe, ALL of them will occur ONLY on the phone. Capiche?

So CeCe breaks out one of her toys and we convene the ‘High Court of CeCe’ so that I can plead my case, my little idea I was teasing her with in IM earlier. Soon she’s writhing, bucking, and crushed by the force of tiffy’s logic. She ponders it, views it from every angle and finally renders judgement by cumming buckets all over a very surprised tiffy’s face! In my mind’s um well not eye … in my mind’s tongue CeCe tastes like a sun ripened peach, wet, slippery, tangy with a hint of girlish musk that defines her.

I’m not sure if that’s a yes or a no but CeCe darling I’ll take that as a definite ‘maybe!’

I don’t know if you have had the pleasure of getting CeCe all ‘puffy’ or not but on this night she huffed and puffed like and 1890s steam engine. She got so into my little tale that she lost it, she was gone! That might read a little funny to you but for me it was a serious fucking compliment. We make our calls to this or that PSO and we always have a little bit of hold back or I do anyway. An element of trust has to be earned before extended. That night (and I may be wrong) I think she opened up a little, dropped her guard a hair, trusting that I wasn’t gonna clock her with some weird psychological roundhouse.

We chatted about stuff, what is really none of your concern but inconsequential things. Nothing like bank numbers or blood types, nothing secret really. Well except for our secrets and that’s what they are, our secrets. CeCe and I play our reindeer games and we have a few in progress and a few that we’re entertaining, but they’re ongoing and fun for both of us I think.

Once she caught her breath and settled down I fucked her again. You should have heard the wicked giggle she gave when I asked if she wanted to go again. If there were no financial considerations on my end I would have fucked and chatted with her all night long. And my pretty pretty CeCe came very, very hard again, followed by more ‘pillow talk.’

CeCe has her gal-pal tiffy a tad squirmy at the moment. She’s considering bending poor virginal tiffy over a table and deflowering her bottom! GASP! But CeCe also knows this, if she wants to play that reindeer game she’s gonna have to send tiffykins a URL to the dildo/vibrator whatever that she wants tiffy to use. Cause that’s the nature of some of our games and the price of the ticket is an email with a URL. I’m not going to imagine it, I’m going to do it. Tiffy is unconcerned though since CeCe is too busy to email me a link.

Did tiffers cum? Oh yes but CeCe was too busy, too puffy to notice. CeCe was in her ‘happy place’ when her cock (yeah I forked over the keys to that too, it’s her cock now) standing tall and proud fired off a thankful salute like a perverted roman candle, before turning into the phallic equivalent of the Wicked Witch of the West raging at CeCe, “Ohhh — you cursed brat! Look what you’ve DONE! I’m melting! Melting! Oh — what a world, what a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness!?” So tiffy came right about when CeCe did the first time and came hard!

And so you have it. That call was ALL about CeCe, getting her off and getting to know her a little better. Why would I spend a buck eighty a minute to do that? Simple, I like her as a person and I’m growing to view her as a friend, buddy, pal and if she is an amigo well maybe every now and then it SHOULD be all about her. Whatever, it’s irrelevant to me if you ‘get it’ or not, but I think CeCe ‘gets it’ and appreciated it for what it was.

I will continue to try and turn her ‘maybe’ into a ‘yes’ and maybe one day she’ll agree but even if not, if we continue to enjoy each other and have as much fun as we did this call who cares? I do hope to earn ‘a page in her heart’ though.

I think CeCe liiiikes me … happy smile!

CeCe, you know I adore you,
Tiffy

Tiffy’s love blog can be found here: (until I get around to linking it properly)It’s all about CeCe