So why the title? Well – a funny thing happens in Southern California after a fire. Animals start appearing that use to stay far away in hills and on mountain sides. Animals like – cougars. yeah. I’m not lying.

About a week ago a cougar hopped over a 6 foot fence in an adjoining neighborhood – mauled a little puppy – and ran off with a 50 lb (or was it 60?) dog in it’s mouth. The owners were eating breakfast and didn’t hear the doggies in the yard and went to investigate and found one puppy badly injured, and the other doggy was missing. They ran up the hill behind their house I guess and found a little bit of fur lying in a pool of blood. After the Vet had examined the other puppy that had managed to escape the cougar – they realized that the injuries were cougar related. There is a law in California that you can not hunt cougars (looks out the window nervously.) So anyways – Jackson is not allowed out in the yard with out supervision. Supposedly cougars are okay until they are surprised (or hungry) but um – yeah. Jackson would be like some finger food before the bigger meal (me?) so I’m a bit nervous at the present moment. Gotta love LA. Writers strike, Santa Ana winds, Fires, Arnold S. for governor, and now Lions running amuck.

Tonight we fall back – so I’m going to be on for a bit tonight. I’ll at least be on alerts for awhile – because, well, I can be. And I wasn’t on very long yesterday (just long enough to speak to my sweetie “chair” – HI Sweetie !! – Thanks for the call) due to Puppy School Fridays.

And since you asked – Puppy school is going alright. I do wish, however, that children were not allowed unless they could behave. There were five more children there this past Friday. They seem to be multiplying. Also – Jack was one of 2 of his breeds last week. This week – there were 2 other doggies – and the rest were all Maltese. I don’t know how that happened, either. Jackson was tortured by 3 boys. The two girls were on the other side of the training area. Jack would have been better off next to the girls. The little boy (the California Strangler) was better behaved, too. But the 3 boys, Satan, Damien, and Lucifer, were horrible: dropping treats everywhere, bouncing balls in front of Jack, and grabbing his tail attempting to distract him from his lesson.

We learned how to walk on the leash, how to sit (Jack learned that weeks ago), and received tips on how to stop biting. I walked by the snack aisles, walked past the really cute t-shirts (Nearly Famous – how cute is that!?!), and even managed to walk by the really cute blankets and cute beds. TAH DAH.

I better go … I’ll talk with you later on this evening. Tomorrow I will be on in the evening, too – but have a date with the Tiffers. What time was that date again, Tiffy? midnight? Last call of the evening? Make an appointment before then because after Tiffy I’ll be hitting the hay. School on Monday, remember.

Talk soon…

These posts seem to get longer too the more I wait to write in them. I have some things to talk about that will take a bit longer than just a few moments – wait – did that last thing I said even make a bit of sense?

So here is a preview of the things I’m going to talk about in the next few days – in case I forget tomorrow and get writer’s block once more: Vitality. It’s a treat that Jackson loves. Seriously delicious by the way he licks his chops. Anal Butt Ring Toss. I was told about this by someone in the forums. I looked it up cuz it’s actually a toy – and the feedback is worth a blog entry. Go google if you’re dying to know and can’t wait till the post. I guarantee it’s pretty damn entertaining! I also need to talk about my issues with spoiling my dog. I have a problem – I am admitting to it. Of course I need to also discuss the tremendous outpouring of love I got this weekend – and the date of all dates with the Tiffers. Can I say – while I’m on the subject of “dates” – that I am so thankful to have the type of relationship with Tiffy that allows me the freedom of dealing with my child – Jackson. I can not think of any other customer (ok – that’s not quite true – I can think of several others that would laugh, one that would tell me to drug my dog, and another that would quietly suggest another time. LOL!) that would laugh with me as Jackson howls away in his crate during the most crucial of times with out completely losing it. Thanks Tiffy for finding the humor in all of that and helping me to see it, too. I guess Jackson isn’t the only one who is spoiled, huh? *wink*

I have so many things to say now that I risk another novel – but I will promise to break it up into bitesize morsels. I need to prioritize my entries I suppose.

Oooh – a few of my callers have birthdays this month. I am trying to figure out a few things to do for bdays – but I haven’t really thought of anything really cool. I think that my idea of a bday gift may not be what others think of as a gift – and vice versa. Until I know for sure though – here’s to M. (you know who you are!):

I had first started NF – and received a call from a man who had the most gentle of voices I had heard. From the first time we spoke it was clear that we really didn’t have to say much of anything. We would murmur little sweet nothings in each other’s ears and be content with the minutes we had together. Most of our communication came way of email or myspace or little notes sent back and forth. He also gave me a link to his blog – which I never told him – but I was honored. It is expected, you know – that I share my life like some open book I feel – but I am completely floored when my callers want to share themselves with me. I soaked up everything in his journal – I laughed at his little stories about the other side of the teacher’s desk – and admired his discipline when it came to writing. M. is a true artist – a completely sweet individual and a talented and gifted performer/actor. He is a gem of a human being, too. He has showered me with patience, understanding, and phone calls – even when it was difficult for him to do so due to other responsibilities in his life. He’s been a great friend to me – since the very beginning of CeCe on NF – and I wish for him a very very Happy Birthday. I’m sorry I’m a bit late on the wish. Hope the well wishes brighten your day.

I’ll write more later … have a great evening and see you tomorrow.

Thanksgiving marks the day that the Christmas playlist comes out of hibernation. Babs, Julie Andrews, and even Kenny G in his god awful imitation of saxaphone playing makes my playlist at Christmas time. I play Christmas carols non stop from Thanksgiving onward and I enjoy every moment of it. And while we’re talking about Christmas holidays – white lights – not colored ones – and I’m not being racial about it, it’s just that white lights look pretty and the colored lights look gawdy as hell. No food on the trees either – that’s just obnoxious to me. Sorry. And while we’re at it – you can keep the tinsel (cats eat it and that’s so not attractive the day after!) – and snow men that are animated in the front lawn. I’m a minimalist when it comes to Christmas. It’s too bad that my family doesn’t feel the same way. The other year my father proudly put reindeer in the front lawn – and even though there is no one in my family that believes in Santa – the milk and cookies still sit by the fireplace with the stockings hanging by the fire (with care.) My father takes great pride in his decorating and if he had it his way he would put a Santa with a sleigh and all how ever many reindeer there are on the roof top while blasting carols through a loud speaker mounted to the side of the house for good measure. I keep telling him that Jesus is the reason for the season (his words – not mine) but he shushes me up with – “What would Jesus do? He would decorate decorate decorate – it’s his bday party for crying out loud!” My father, if you haven’t guessed, is a loon.

I bring up Christmas and the holidays because well – it’s almost here. I’ve been receiving quite a few calls in regards to my birthday (November 24th – thanks for asking! lol!) and my wishlist on amazon. Quite a few of you are wondering if I can update it a bit for the holiday season and well – I’ll try to. But honestly – anything on that list would make a great Christmas present. I’m REALLY craving the Gilmore Girls box set to be quite honest. I also am craving the Director’s series that is currently unavailable on amazon – but I did find it here. *double triple axel with a drool for good measure* This thing gives me absolute female wood. It’s majorly expensive though – so it’s like a dream, really. But man – I would love to have that orgasmic pile of dvds in my little capable hands! I’m not a perfume type of gal (except for this gorgeous stuff right here… yummy yummy in my tummy tum tum!) – and I really don’t have any need for jewelry or anything like that. I would love a gift certificate to petsmart, though (you can send it to my email address – Celinawetdreams@gmail.com.) A gift certificate to Barnes & Noble (nobel?) might be nice though – for school books next semester – and a few tributes towards my education would be swell, too (lol@my use of the word swell) – and well – if you’re a millionaire you could always buy me a mac desk top cuz I’m so over PC’s…other than that – nah. Everything I could ever desire (well almost) is on my wish list and at the risk of sounding like one of the characters in Little Women – I mainly just want it to be a good “season” of good calls – so that I can lavish my family and friends with wonderful gifts. Seriously – I have so much more fun GIVING gifts and wrapping them up and stuff. I love finding the just right present for someone and I love seeing their face when they open it up. It makes me extremely happy to give presents and wrap them up in pretty paper – and send out cards to relatives and friends and teachers and stuff. As much as I moan and groan about Christmas time – I really look forward to it and really get into the groove around um – December 22nd or so. (lol!)

Speaking of gifts – I really need to thank a few people for their generousity. Not only have I been completely blessed this past weekend (and the weekend before) with plenty of calls and great new callers whom I always enjoy breaking in (hehe) – I’ve also been greatly blessed with presents from my wish list. My dear Uncle Randy sent me the rest of the books that I needed for my screenwriting class – as well as a rather expensive computer program, Final Draft. I was so excited – I can’t even express it in words!! Final Draft is THE software that every great screenwriter uses – so to have my very own copy on my very own mac lap top is … A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I have already started to use it to write my first 30 pages – to develop my characters – to make little notes to myself about plots and so on … it’s just the best piece of software ever. Thank you so much UR for sending it to me. I couldn’t have afforded such a thing for a very long time and was almost getting prepared to use a cheapie free version that wouldn’t allow me half the freedom that Final Draft does. You seriously made my semester at school a much easier one! I also received the wizdog from my dearest sweetest doc in the whole wide world which Jackson has already used a few times so hopefully he catches on to it quickly. For those of you who have been following my puppy training dilemas – Jackson pees on pads at the moment because he is not able to go outside. Pee pads are these sort of diapers you place on the floor for your puppy to … eliminate on. Jackson does this part fine – but then sees to destroy the evidence of the pee pad by using his razor sharp teeth to destroy the pad – reducing his pen to some nightmarish sort of Christmas scene – complete with snow and piles of dog poop in the snow drifts. It’s like he can’t help himself and no matter how much tape I used he still would find the inside of the pads and go to town. This wizdog however will take care of the problem. Currently he is screaming like I’m killing him though while in his crate – so I don’t think he’s eliminated as much as he would like to. God help me. Anyways – fuck anyways – I’ll be right back – let me see if he has to go or if he just wants to play before bedtime. (the old “can i have a glass of water mommy” trick, you know.)
Ok – he has stopped for a moment. Fuck – I lied. BRB. Ok – I’m back. So this wizdog contraption is basically a tray that holds the pee pad – and then there is a plastic slab/grid that goes on top that holds the pee pad in the tray and beyond the reach of the little puppy claws and teeth. So far it has worked like a charm – though Jackson gave it the ole I’m stubborn just like my moms college try. Ha! The wizdog is too much for him – even his puppy teeth and ridiculous determination can’t break through that grid (though I did notice earlier today that his teeth HAVE broke through 2 of the grids on the baby gate – I give it another few months before he shawshank redemptions his ass out of that barrier.) Thank You so much, Doc for the wizdog. I really think that it will work wonders and save me the trouble of wading through a sea of poop, pee pad snow, and masking tape. *Muahz times a trillion!* In addition to these things I’ve also received through the weeks several dozen movies – a great cd and several books from sweetest nazi in the whole wide world, Rolf, (private joke moment – Rolf really is only a nazi in the movie The Sound Of Music – and in his spare time volunteers at several Lutheran Churches in the area…) and well – Jack, too, has been spoiled by some of you and he thanks you for the gifts and requests that you don’t stop. I’m just the messenger, here…

So yes, Christmas has already started around here it would seem, huh? *soft music begins to play* but the BEST Christmas/Bday presents this past month have absolutely and with out a doubt been the incredible feedback and tributes you’ve given to me. Oh My Goodness. Sometimes I read through the feedback and literally blush. I can’t believe that you all have such sweet things to say to me – and sometimes I really don’t feel that deserving of it. I mean – I KNOW I do a good job at what I do because in part I enjoy what I do alot. And I’m not talking about the canned response about masturbating. Sometimes I get horny, yes, and I do play a bit – but MOSTLY I enjoy pleasing all of you! I love the changes in your voices as you are about to “finish” – I love even the embarrassed laugh some of you give at the end of a call with your disclaimer that you’re really not half as nasty as you claim to be during the fantasies (lol!) – I love your hushed whispers as you hide in closets to get in your quick fix before joining the wife in bed – I love the sigh of pleasure you give before you say “thank you” at the end of the call. I love the surprise in your voice as you realize that I do (even if I forget initially) remember your fantasy and that I have (even if I ask that you call me back while I read it!) read your emails and taken your fantasy into my little fantasy factory and spun a new tale around it. These things give me pleasure – so when I get your feedback in addition to all these other things I feel totally and completely spoiled! Thank you for making me days and nites by taking the time to do that. A few days ago I sent out a over 20 home made thank you cards to those of you who took the time to say a little something on my listings. These cards will change once a month and will always feature a little picture of me in the graphic. Just a little “thank you” from me to you. At the end of the month I’ll also be sending a few of you something extra special – so keep a look out around Halloween, ok?

Ok – I’ll be on alerts for the rest of the nite. I’m a little bit pooped from the busy weekend and need to prepare myself for my next Algebra test. By the way – I got the horse, I passed my Math test (I got a B+) and Jackson is getting BIG! He now fetches – and “drops” it like it’s hot on demand. He also knows “down”, “sit” – and the sound of a can filled with coins when he does something bad. He is absolutely adorable and I can’t imagine my life with out that little guy. I can’t help but love him – even when he’s bad. Everyone that meets him falls in love with him. Anyways – I better run and tend to him. I’ll spell check and link up some of the things I talked about in an hour or so… so if you’re here before 12:00AM Tuesday – my apologies. Jack is less patient than most of my readers…

Happy Holidays – (just kiddin… you got a few more days…)

On Wednesday I attended my writing class and learned more about plot points. LOL. I’m not so bitter about it anymore though. Honestly. Tiffy – you can put your letter away – I won’t be needing it anymore. I realized that truthfully – my teacher is just doing what I need him to do right now and that is give me a handy dandy excuse as to why I’m not writing. We go through this a lot here on this diary, people … feel free to just power ahead – skip a few paragraphs and pick up around the time I talk about my favorite callers. I won’t mind.

See, my teach wants us to know about the whole plot point thing to the point that we recite them every time we see a movie. Hmmm .. that was plot number 14 me thinks! It impresses your friends and other movie goers. But for reals, he really does want it to sink into our skulls. The plot points are our mid-term and the 30 pages of script are our final. I should be a bit more, um … what’s the word I’m looking for? … oh yeah! I should be more appreciative (lol) of my teacher. The other reason why I should be thankful is that I have not written a thing. I really hate when Rolf is right (lord knows I do!) but he’s right. There is absolutely NOTHING that is getting in my way of writing. There hasn’t EVER been anything that has gotten in my way. Even when I didn’t have the right software (which now thanks to Uncle Randy I will – thank you SO much U.R. for buying me Final Draft! You are a Godsend and I absolutely love you for giving me such a great present with out me even HINTING at it. I’ve hinted to other people about that damn program but never to you *smiles* so it was really sweet that you saw I needed it for class and went ahead and got it for me!) I didn’t have an excuse for not writing SOMETHING. Even before I knew what plot points were I certainly had ideas in my head and I certainly could have written them down. The sad truth about me – when it comes to writing in particular – is that I have this fear factor that haunts my sweet ass whenever it comes time to really do that one thing that I really love. And truth be told I will find all kinds of excuses or reasons for not doing any of it. First I needed to de-clutter my home so I could think. Um – I decluttered and I still didn’t write. Then I thought – okay – I need to take a class or something – so I took a class. Still did not write (and this was before the current class I’m taking.) So then I thought what I really need is a writing partner – but then I sort of have sabatoged those friendships in various ways so they can’t hold me accountable for writing. Ok – so then I thought what I needed was books – paper – a printer – a lap top – um… a brain transplant. The truth is – while all of these things will help me TREMENDOUSLY (especially that brain transplant) I have had the ability to write every single day – at least something – and I haven’t done it. So ok, Rolf, you got me. Once again. I’m not even mad about it anymore, honestly. I’m too tired of my tired ass excuses to be.

Wow – that could be a downer of a paragraph, couldn’t it? I’m going to leave it as is, though. Summarizing things and giving some clever little solution makes for a tidy blog, I admit, but I’m tired of making promises I have no intention of keeping. What’s that saying about Bullshit walking? yeah. So…

On Thursday I took my Algebra test and I got 9/10. Right – for all you smart asses out there…(I can hear you now … 9 out of 10 wrong, CeCe?) There was one question that I really just freaked out about – but I worked it out and I still got the wrong answer though it made ALMOST good sense to me (my answer) – so hey – I’m happy that I at least got 50 percent of the process correct while solving the problem. Course there is no “almost” in math. Either it’s right or it’s wrong – but like most things in my life I’m realizing that there is some poetry to a process that really should be honored/appreciated. If you do things enough and there is a rhythm to it that seeps into your brain … hey … eventually you’ll grow some confidence, right? I’m trying to cultivate that in my relationship with this whole Math thing. It’s cool how sometimes you’ll do a problem and your fingers just fly about and you piece things together and you come up with the right answer and you wonder HOW the hell did I just do that? Practice hasn’t made 10/10 perfect but it certainly has helped me grow a bit more confident about a subject that use to give me panic attacks. Progress is a good thing.

Friday – Saturday I signed in and took quite a few calls. I don’t remember having such a busy weekend since last month! I had a really great time – met some great new callers I’m looking forward to knowing/exploring/spoiling/being spoiled by/teasing/humiliating and seducing. Whew! I really like those calls that just fall in line with the types of calls I like to do – my personality – etc. It’s like meeting a new friend and you’re stumbling all over each other when you talk. It’s not due to your not knowing when they are done talking or whatever – it’s due to your “energy” really. The way in which you already know what the other person is thinking – what they need – and you’re so excited that your words are boiling over onto each other type energy. I sold some more pictures to a great admirer – and also got more feedback than I remember receiving in a long, long time. That’s always nice to see! Oh – and I also received a really nice tribute from a long lost caller who called me up for a great hour role play. If it was simply about the “money” and “job” situation I would call tomorrow a day of rest, go to church and absolve myself, and do some laundry – but um… I don’t wanna! *grin* I will be on probably late morning/early afternoon. At least I’ll be on alerts if nothing else. Then I’ll log in for a few hours before calling it a night and getting some rest for Monday classes. I gotta talk to Tiffy and Mama Tee about revising my schedule ONCE MORE – as I’m going to have to be available during Saturday DAYs more often. I had forgotten how much fun I have on Saturday mornings – in my pjs eating cold cereal and excusing myself to take calls and be naughty in between my favorite cartoons.

Ok – so yes – I still love my little man, Jackson. And yes – he’s still testing his limits every chance he gets. My Doc, hearing my anguish about the torn up pee pads (Jackson now tears 3 of them up daily whenever I leave him alone for more than 5 minutes in his play pen – which consequently has every toy imaginable from every Pet Store in Southern California!) bought me the wizdog I had mentioned a few posts back. That should help with much of my pain. Jackson is just a bit stir crazy. He is outgrowing his little cozy room in the kitchen and has gotten a taste of freedom and peeing on area rugs. He is not an easy one to contain any longer and often times, yes, I ask myself what the flying fuck I was thinking by getting a PUPPY at this point of my school year. But then I pick him up to take him to bed with me at the end of the night – and hold him on his back in the crook of my arm, you know? Like a baby. He looks up at me and kisses my arm, fingers, any bit of skin he can lick, and I just melt. He yawns and the smell of his puppy breath (which always gets me) intoxicates me. And then I remember the “why”. I got him because a part of me really needed it. Hopefully I didn’t get him as a further excuse for not writing – but more for a sort of inspiration that I so badly needed. It is indeed much more of a responsibility than I ever imagined but one that I’m happy to embrace. A lot of this is just him being a puppy and I really can’t take it personally – or like he’s some asshole that is setting out to make my life more difficult, you know? Jackson has… completed me by being something I can so easily give my affections to. If I was a guy with this cute puppy Jackson would also be getting me laid. Seriously – this dog is cute…everyone says so.

Alright … I’m going on alerts while I watch a movie and doze off for a few hours before I face the end of my weekend. I’ll speak with you soon – if not tomorrow then definitely Monday (12:00-2:00pm, 7:00-12:00 is my tentative plan) Thanks again to all those who gave me such sweet feedback – and for the new callers I had the pleasure of meeting. Looking forward to many more sweet encounters!

I haven’t written in my personal journal (and remember – I have tons of them) in such a long time. That probably would help a bit. If I wrote in there I would feel like I’m writing things and feel protected against writing things in here that I shouldn’t be writing about. It’s not that they are that kinky or sexy or whatever. You all know me better than that by now. I just have other people’s privacy to worry about and not sure how much of my life I feel like pouring out onto these pages right now.

I wanted to write about my mother. Then I wanted to write about my father. Then I wanted to tie up all the things I said about each parent and somehow have that explain why I am the way I am. I’m realizing now that if I were to put it that way it would be a Talk Show topic. My mother did this. I thought this. My father did this. I thought this. I now think this way about all women. I now think this way about all men. Thank you for being a guest on the Oprah Winfrey Show, CeCe. Tomorrow we’ll discuss the men of Niteflirt – and the women who serve them. I mean … how absolutely deep and boring can I get? (don’t answer that).

I just can’t do it right now. Just know that there is a deep and spiritual post in me ready to be written at some point – but I can’t do it right now. It’s too – scrambled up. And I’m too – tired to place my tiles in a way to make the most out of my letters. I can’t help wanting to and I’m starting to force every single thing that flies off my fingertips. Makes for really lousy writing. There’s nothing worse than knowing you’re writing like crap and not being able to stop yourself from writing it.

Speaking of writing – I wish I would actually start to write something in my Screenwriting class. And if my professor is reading this right now: You’re killing me softly, Sir. You’re killing me. I woke up late today and I didn’t even miss anything. I’m trying really hard not to let that convince me to continue waking up late – and trust me, it’s hard. I walked in and we were watching upcoming attractions. I have watched so many movies now – and written so many plot points to those movies that I really feel … restless. I want to know the rules. I want to know what comes next. I want to start writing and I want to know how to pitch stuff. I want to be sitting here working on my screenplay – not struggling over how to introduce my parents in a blog entry with out it sounding drab, typical teenage angst-y, and boring. I don’t want to come up with any more “ideas” – I want to write. I find myself eyeing the people in my class, particularily one loud mouthed girl who always has an answer to whatever. I want her to shut up – and the only way I can think of that to happen is if we all start to write already. I’m beginning to think that God doesn’t exist because surely he would take pity on me already. Wouldn’t he?

I think I have a Math quiz tomorrow so I should end this. I’m inches away from deleting this – and maybe after I publish this entry I will instantly wish that I had… but I’m really needing to at least have some proof that my head is still attached and that my heart is pounding away in my chest begging to be let out, you know? If I just hang onto all of these feelings I start to slowly go a bit mad. I’m ready to blow, honestly, so I guess this post is just letting out a bit of steam. Keeping the pressure in to let everything soak in for a bit – but letting a little bit of steam out every now and again so I don’t lose my … head. lol. Good analogy? Ok – a bit weak … but it’s the best that I can do.

Such a cuddly kittenish voice makes the wild erotic fantasies you are hearing even more incredible. Email her first with what you need and she will amaze you.

Thanks so much to my darling sweet girl for this feedback. When we accidently got disconnected, sweet Scarlett said with a smile so wide I could FEEL it on the other end of the phone, “Well, now I’ll get to leave you MORE feedback!” Could anyone be any sweeter, is what I’d like to know! Scarlett did email me before our fantasy together and I had a bit of self doubt that I’d be able to to come through for her. I shoulda had more confidence because once we started I was off and running! I can not wait for next time, that’s for sure! Can I just further embarrass you, Scarlett, and say that um … when you said that you had … er… finished – you sounded so damn cute. It was like a confession more than a declaration of accomplishment! “um … oops… I’m done, CeCe…” I must have been on a roll and you hated to interupt my story, huh? Don’t worry … we can have part II next time, k?

I really need to go to bed now. I’m up way too late and no matter what time I close my eyes there will still be a math quiz waiting for me when I open my eyes. Math is like that.

So I have made a decision. But first let me explain. LOL! It’s not a disclosure – it’s just the full story… you’ll see.

So one day last week I was minding my own business when suddenly I received a call. Now this call was like no other. The fantasy was just wild – and purrfectly relayed to me by a very special young man. I listened, I absorbed and then I went to “work”. We played and I totally started getting into his fantasy and I realized how much fun I was having and then *tear* it ended. My caller thanked me and told me that he would leave me great feedback and I replied to him that if he called back that would be the best feedback ever. Honestly – I still stand by that, by the way. Well a few days later I saw this feedback from Catwoman fan:

Uhhh-myyyy-gddd! Wow. If you like detailed advice from a younger perspective . . . GO Elsewhere (she’s mine!).

LOL! How absofrickenlutely adorable is that?! I literally laughed out loud when I read that. Especially the Uhhh myyy gddd part. So totally me. See? totally! So to my catwoman fan: It was easy as pie being wonderful for you. You are purrfectly purrfect in every way and your fantasy is just so much fun for me to do. I’m glad we met – and I’m glad that you called me back tonight – and I’m glad that you went ahead and left me feedback because it made me laugh and smile and remember what a great time we had. Thank you so much, dahlinnnnng!

During the same time period – and it might have been the same evening – I received an email. Now even though I suggest that people email me with their fantasy requests if they are nervous and feel there are too many details and want me to get it “just right” – I sometimes fear that it’s a ploy that some customers use to get some free “advice” or whatever. But this email seemed to be written directly to me – it wasn’t a form letter like many of the letters I receive from potential clients. You know the kind: Dear Advisor Of NF. I love your listing! blah blah blah… Form letters just scream “form letter” and no girl wants to feel like someone is just going down the line cutting and pasting and who ever responds is the lucky recipient. IF they call at all that is. So just a quick note of advice before I get back to my feedback (lol) – at least put in the advisors name. If you said, “Dear CeCe. I Love your listing!” and copy paste everything else I at least know you took the time to write Dear CeCe if nothing else, right? Ok… so back to the email. It was long – and detailed – and I thought as I read it – okay – let me tell the gentleman that I will do his fantasy and see if he actually calls me back. Well hells bells he did. And this is what he said. :

One of the best role players on NF! Thanks for reading my e-mail and paying attention to all the details!

Confession? Role play gives me a taste of the actress that I secretly always wanted to be. LOL! Seriously. I take my roles seriously. If I get a request for something I’m not certain about I’ll be googling it before you call me up. If I get some specifics about costumes or nails or hair or boob size or whatever – I’m a google freak. I want to get your fantasy right. It makes me happy to make you happy. I love hearing from people, like you Mike, that tell me that you got exactly what you needed and it went exactly how you had planned. I know that when it’s in your head it’s in your head in a specific way. I want to honor that and give life to your fantasies and you know … do them justice. So I’m glad that I was able to do that for you and the you had a great time and great call. Thank you for the sweet feedback.

Before I call it a night because it is late… wait… I have 2 more things to talk about. Darn. This is longer than I thought it was going to be. Anyways – one more “shout out” – and that goes to Mr. Birthday Boy. I’m so sorry I missed it, hun, but I’m sending along a little something for you anyways. Hopefully you’ll accept my apologies – at the time I was going to write myself a reminder and I forgot to write myself a do not forget note about it. Did you follow that? Good!

Happy Belated Bday Sweetie Pie Sugar Bunch. I’m sorry I missed it – I hope you had a great day and that you got spoiled and got to eat yummy cake and pizza. I also hope your friends didn’t make you wear goofy hats and that you got great presents and didn’t need to return anything. This is what the belated bday boy said to me in his recent feedback:

spent way more on this call then I should have, but it was the best I ever had on here, and I got addicted! It was my birthday present to myself. (Even though my birthday isn’t for four days!)

Happy Happy Bday!!!! I know that you also left additional feedback about me being patient and stuff and I told you then and I’ll tell you now – don’t worry about how long or if it should be longer or whatever. Just relax when you’re with me and know that you aren’t “bothering” me and I’m not frustrated. I just wanted to make sure you had a great time and that it wasn’t too frustrating for you. Know what I mean? If you’re happy then I’m happier. Customers really do “come” first here, you know.

So there you have it. My little shout outs. These are so random and I’ll probably not get around to doing them again for another month – but I did want to take a moment (again) to thank everyone I mentioned – and everyone I didn’t mention that are die hards and know me better than my own momma right about now!! You all make “flirting” so much fun!

Ok – let’s tie this up, shall we? I got a B on my math quiz. I should have gotten an A – but I made some really silly mistakes and lost 3 points. My teacher hi fived me after my performance. On the quiz, people! Shesh. It was easier than I thought it was going to be. I thought that it was going to have all kinds of geometry questions from the first chapter but he ignored all that stuff – thank God. Ok – the rest of my classes are good. I think I’m going to start writing about the girl and the internet job… whose father is a Pastor. a sort of Cumming of age story, so to speak. *wink* I can’t believe the weekend is almost here already – and Jackson is trying my patience. I still love him – even more today than I did yesterday – but he’s testing his momma something fierce. Remind me to tell you about the puppy pad disaster on another day because if I start talking about it I’ll talk about it for the next hour and a half. I found some really delicious treats for him at PetSmart today and as a result I ruined his dinner. I’m almost embarrassed to say this out loud – but I really think that I will have tasted at least one item of Jackson’s food before the end of the month. I’m just curious and it smells fabulous those pupparoni sticks. Yum my.

I’m losing it and going to bed to retrieve it. Night.

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!

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

I realized today that I haven’t spoken much about my most recent feedback. I try to extend my thank you’s in here to my customers because I figure everyone likes to see their names in lights, right? *wink*. I’m not always good at following through with things (big surprise, right?) so my “shout outs” have fallen a bit by the wayside. I’d like to do things a bit differently tonight. I’d like to speak to some of the latest callers I’ve had – while maintaining a certain amount of decorum while doing so.

To my dear caller who never ceases to check in on me to see if there is anything “he can do for me” – thank you so much. It meant a lot to me to get email from you asking me how my family was after the horrific event in Minneapolis. That you remembered where my family was from the few times that I mentioned it, and wrote me from concern and offered your prayers for their safety, IS appreciated more than all the trinkets, books, letters, love notes (lol) and tips you’ve given to me. To think that there are some folks out there that think people like you (your profession) are heartless and mean spirited (lol!) surprises me. Honestly, I have not ran across anyone as loving as you are in a very long time.

To my dear caller who insists on being “miffed” at me – I have one word for you – and one word only: black. Yup. Did I save you a shopping trip, Missy?

To the multitude of callers who make it their mission to make me laugh at least 5 minutes during every call we do together or who appropriately laugh at my somewhat disturbed, wicked, and downright sinful sense of humor: Thank you Thank you…no, Thank YOU! Lumping you all together may seem like an easy way out but so be it. You know who you are. The fact that you find me so entertaining of course goes a long way – but in addition to that, your sense of humor delights and tickles me, and keeps me from taking myself too seriously (which is quite easy for me to do … believe me!).

To my friends who call me weekly, and even daily, if only to check in with me and tell me they read my diary or ask me how I am doing – or remind me to check my mail or whatever we talk about briefly: Thank you so much for making the summer not so blue. You have indeed been my cure for my summer time blues this year.

*sigh* Whenever I do these thank you posts I always feel like I should be walking away with an Oscar or Emmy or something. (And I’d like to thank my parents for always believing in me. I LOVE YOU MOM!!!) I just don’t believe I can ever appropriately thank my callers for being my callers, friends, clients, victims (Mr. Pillow Humper), etc.

Hopefully I’ve helped you all enjoy your summer a bit more – and hopefully you’ll think about me when you’re walking thru the school supply aisle. LOL! Pick up one of those tablets you had to use for printing and cursive writing and just run your fingers over the paper inside. Think back to – I don’t know – a favorite teacher. Or maybe a really great time you had with your school friends or maybe even the best joke you played on a kid that sat in the seat in front of you. Buy some erasers just because – or sniff some elmer’s glue (or eat it if you were one of those kids) and see what types of memories come flooding back to you. Maybe you’ll get why the next few weeks are so exciting to me. Maybe not…but if you do: Welcome. Welcome to the beginning of my favorite time/season of the year!

Talk with you soon.

Be Safe & Be Happy.

I’m finishing up a Truman Capote book right now called Other Voices, Other Rooms. It is by far the most poetic bit of prose I have ever read. The words just sing right off the pages and his descriptions make me want to cry they are so damn beautiful. Even as I write these words I’m painfully aware that my limited vocabulary doesn’t even touch what I really feel about this book – and that pisses me off. How can I know so many words but be struck dumb when it comes to describing such a masterpiece?

After Truman I think I’m going to read Sense and Sensibility. My 2 n’s sent me the book the other day and I think I owe it to myself to read a little bit of Jane Austen. Sorry Doc – Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima will have to wait until after Jane. As an English major/Creative Writer of sorts not having read Jane will not go over well in my classes. That’s like saying in film class that you haven’t watched Citizen Kane for crying out loud. Sure I hated that movie – and I’m not very certain that I’ll like Jane Austen either – but some things you just do for the sake of Art and image. *wink* While I’m reading these books I also am going to be reading another book called Conversations With Wilder by my 1st ever brain crush Cameron Crowe. *double sigh*. I received a package from Nationwide Education and Learning today and that masterpiece practically jumped out of the envelope and into my willing and capable hands. When I say that I’m growing moist from the book (I’ve already read the foreward/introduction to it) I am so not kidding. As much as I love my hitachi wand – Conversations With Wilder blows that little electric tool clear out of the water. I’m serious. If I was on a deserted island and had to choose between my wand o pleasure (sorry again, Doc) and that book – I would choose that book and use my fingers to masturbate with. Come on… did you really think I wouldn’t masturbate at all on the deserted island? *shaking my head*.

What else is on my list for the end of the year? Harry Potter – the series, of course. Thanks to my dear sweet Uncle Ralph I will be wading into the Harry pool and enjoying every inch of the water. My 2 n’s also sent me a book of writing exercises that he will be doing with me. It doesn’t really count that much as a book – but I’d like to finish all the exercises in it. The Secret Life of Bees & The Mermaid Chair (both by Sue Monk Kidd) are also on my list as well as Invisible Man by Ellison, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. That may be more than 10 books – but I’ve always been a bit of an over achiever.

And yeah – I’ll still be going to school. And yeah, again, I’ll be working here, too – taking calls inbetween pages. *wink*.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again (and again and again and again) – one of the things I will inevitably ask you (so please prepare ahead of time…it will save us time and perhaps even a bit of embarrassment at being put on the spot!), is: “What are 10 books that you’ve read that have impacted your life – that you would recommend to me – and that you feel are essential books to have on your shelf”? You may feel like just jotting them down now and sending them to me via email. You may even feel that 10 books is somewhat limited and wish to give me 20. You may sheepishly tell me that you don’t read – or that the book of CeCe is the only book that has caught your attention in the past 20 -30 years. I would of course call you a liar (and quickly send you free minutes for the compliment!) but it may be pretty darn close to the truth. That is okay. It’s really not – but hey… you already probably feel badly for not having read in 20-30 years so who am I to pound more nails in your coffin of guilt and shame? Whatever your reaction to your little “assignment” – please know that by the end of the year I will be looking for more books to add to my wish list – and will be sitting here twirling my blonde hair in between my fingers, batting my pretty hazelish eyes at you, and hoping that through this little bit of flirtatious persuasion you buy me a few books off my list. You do want to faciliate my higher learning, don’t you (flutter flutter, twirl twirl…)?

One last quick thing before I leave…(because I said that I would…) I have a new little friend that I’m so enjoying these days. Tiffy Tiff Tiff Tiffers is so damn adorable. I loveth her like a flower loves the spring. (lol!) I do, Tiff. She is so fun to torture and so delightfully pretty in pink that it warms my heart. When we speak together it just … makes me want to paint her toenails, sit her on my lap and play in her hair. Tiff has expressed a desire to belong to only me and I’ve allowed the game of wooing me to commence. What is so special about this whole thing is that I became suddenly aware of her putting me through the same mental gymnastics for HER attention! All is fair in love and war, huh, Tiffy? This is my third call with CeCe. I’ve seen words like ‘awesome’ ‘amazing’ ‘great’ bandied about, all true. I’ll add my take. CeCe is flat out, pedal to the metal FUN FUN FUN! I am really enjoying our time together and through the calls we’re getting to know each other and our play is getting that much better because of it! Oh this girl is a KEEPER – DIBS!!! lol Anyway CeCe is yummy and I can’t wait for another taste! – sincerely, Chatty Cathy *thumpity thump thump thump*

I’ll be around in the afternoon for a bit (Sunday afternoon) and then will be returning for the evening… (probably 7pm – whenever) – and will be on Monday morning until the afternoon 3:00pm/4:00pm PST or so – and then on again from 8pm-midnight. I have school on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday remember – evenings will be cut short but I will be on when possible.

I better run – it’s 2:17am now and I need to sneak off to bed and read some homework before I sink into Truman Capote’s poetry. Please know that through your calls, gifts, and confidence – you’ve all secured a remarkable page in my heart. I will treasure your stories for a very very long time.