I take immense pleasure in so many things! I love getting a passage of a very difficult song on the piano perfect. I enjoy an orange that is easy to peel - the kind that you can peel in one big clump! - only to find that the fruit is sweeter than any orange juice that comes in a bottle. I enjoy a great book - whether or not it is a funny fluffy kind that you can read in an afternoon - or a more complex one that you pick up every now and again that challenges your vocabulary skills as much as tests your comprehension. I enjoy a nice hot shower with just the right amount of water pressure and I enjoy the unexpected perfect photo that your digital camera captures. When I write poetry I enjoy that line that just sums up everything perfectly and when I was younger I enjoyed swimming in our Lake and finding little pockets of cold water with my toes while my body floated in the warm water near the surface of the lake. I enjoy curling up in my bed under piles of blankets while my air conditioner spits out 70 degrees and cooler bursts of ‘chill’. I enjoy a great pair of socks - and the perfect sports bra. And I get immense pleasure from some (practically MOST) of my callers!

The past few weeks have been busy ones for me - and I know I haven’t had the opportunity of highlighting some of the more spectacular bits of feedback I’ve been fortunate to receive. It always feels a bit like bragging to me to focus on the good things…sort of like I’m running a constant advertisement of my skills during some commercially saturated evening of the SuperBowl or somethin’… But I figure that this is as much a compliment to my callers intelligence and great taste (haha! - kidding, really!) as it is a compliment to me for my skill - so I’ll let it on out! Here are the more recent comments from my Anything Goes listing on Niteflirt:

• from “Van…”: She manages to combine her soft voice and naughty nature into a great call. Plus she’s really very sweet. - Thank you so much, “Van…”! I have to say that you made my day when you admitted to me (admitted? that sounds like you’re doing something bad! lol - how about “disclosed”?) that you read my diary. So if you are reading now: You are also VERY sweet and gentle and I always appreciate hearing from you. Thank you for your kind words…totally unexpected and totally appreciated!
• from Joe: Once again CeCe exceeded my sexpectations, as she says. I called with a hardcore nasty group sex fantasy. After my quick explanation, she got right into it, getting down and dirty. This girl does have a wicked kinky mind. Her descriptions and sound effects are awesome. Don’t let that sweet innocent smile, the cute face or the sweet candy coated voice misslead you. CeCe gets as raunchy and nasty as anyone. I needed some release, and she got me off BIG time. I’m still shaking 10 min. after the call. Thanks CeCe! Wow, Joe! You’re very welcome!! I think you are very kind to me, also, because I seem to remember I got a bit confused with all the action that nite we spoke! And not trying to pick apart your compliment - BUT - (lol!) I really appreciate the fact that though the sweet voice and smile and face doesn’t trick you into thinking I can’t say some of those naughtier words - these little attributes of mine (haha) probably make the naughty words I say even MORE naughty, huh? Thanks so much for your calls and friendship!
• from “Tad”: Celina is such a sweet girl. She will do anything to make you happy. She is all about pleasing! This seems the appropriate time to announce I’m pretty sure I’m going to be hypnotized soon in the art of submission…with all the compliments on how well I please, I think I’ll be a natural at being submissive! I’ll try to let ya know when the listing comes up, Tad… maybe you’ll bite? *wink*
• from Dave: Another excellent, very detailed, roleplay from Celina. I had to highlight Dave because I appreciate him so much. Not only does Dave give me clear direction - but he also has no problems telling me what he needs more of while doing a fantasy. He appreciates my build ups and story lines and gives me just the right amount of information so I can get his fantasies just right. I also gotta say that due to my forgetfulness (as well as 20 other people who say their names are Dave!) - he’s patient enough to remind me quickly who he is and what fantasies we’ve shared in the past. I’m getting to know his voice pretty well now though - so that may not be necessary in the very near future!
• from “two N’s”: Not sure where to begin, perhaps because I’m still recovering. CeCe is young (but without the need to affect an immature girlish voice); she’s clever and inventive; she takes the time to think about what her caller will respond to. She’s funny, and intelligent, and literate (but not to the point of taking herself too seriously). Most important, she’s sexy — partly because of the qualities I’ve mentioned above, and partly because she just seems to genuinely enjoy talking about sex. I’m so glad I stumbled upon her — and I look forward to stumbling again. Oh my gosh! This truely made my day when I received this compliment/comment. He had me at “you must be a writer” truth be told - and it seems that we’ll probably have many more great moments in the near future. “two N’s” (because I don’t know yet if it’s okay that I mention him by name here…) took the time to look thru my journal - look at my wish list - as well as read my listings before he called. I appreciate that he got to know who I was before giving me a try - and was delighted in who I was…bad grammar and all! (remind me to talk about that one!). Nice to meet you, hon…glad you stumbled, too!
• from “MPP”: It has been too long since I have feasted in the garden of CeCe. The fruit is ripe, sweet and juicy and I love the taste of it in my mouth. A smooth soft wet succulent peach ready to open and make its erotic delights available to a starving man. Nothing is quite as satisfying as the sweet taste of Cece. Wow! When I heard from MPP - it was a wonderful treat! I hadn’t spoken to him for a long time (I guess our schedules are different) - and maybe it will be a while till I get to speak to him again - but what a sweet kinky call we had - and was I ever honored to receive this great bit of feedback from him! Not to mention - you had me at “garden of CeCe”. Mmmmm… I love a poetic man! While wearing panties…priceless! *wink*
• from my “Tor”: Absolutely outstanding, as usual. The best girl around, cute, sexy, very imaginative and does excellent with roleplays. Highly recommended! I have to say just a little bit about Tor. He’s Swedish - so that’s a bonus right there! In addition to this lovely, sweet, and somewhat shy Swede, he’s also very very descriptive about his fantasies. I look forward to his fantasies because they are truly original stories when it comes time for them. I feel like I get to tuck Tor in with a nice lovely story - and he can relax - sit back and just listen. Well…listen and stroke! (lol!). Like so many of my role play calls - we just fit well together. I know what he likes - he gives me suggestions - and I spin my little tales around the stories. It’s like verbally writing to me - truly stimulation of the most erotic sort.

Perhaps next week I can do some of my favorite bits of most recent feedback from my roleplaying listing… (so as not to leave anyone out!).

Thanks again for the calls to all I mention - and to all those who I didn’t. Many of you, who I didn’t mention, saw to rate me after calls with me - even though you know you don’t have to. Many more of you sent me emails or tributes after calls with me … some with notes on how you hoped I could get my puppy soon - and many others with just “thanks” as a title with some money as a tip attached. I really do not expect these things - and so it is so nice when they happen with out having to solicit it. Ratings are not necessary - but they are quaint little ego strokes - and they do offer assistance to newer callers who want to know how good a flirt is - but other than that…it’s compliments for me or whatever other flirt you decide to rate. It’s verbal cash so to speak. So with that in mind: Thank you. I even got an email from someone who wrote to me to ask me if I was okay. I had finished a call with him and had not gotten what he needed or wanted - though with some reminding I did figure it out. I felt bad, though … I wanted to please him and felt that I had not done my job. I received what has to be - the sweetest “um…what happened?” note from a caller I have ever gotten! lol. I expected 3 stars or something - but what I got was a testament to not only our history of calls - but to his character. So thank you to YOU hun - for giving me the opportunity to get it right. You gave me immense pleasure by remembering what type of girl I am - and knowing you could let me know what had gone on and that I would fix it for next time.

I’m sorry this post is so lengthy. I had another post all ready to go but just felt that maybe I should hold off on it for a minute longer. You know how I have a 3 rants in a row minimum around here before I have to break it up with some sunshine and tulip talk.

Have a great weekend, Everyone. I’ll be around off and on all weekend - but feel free to shoot me an email if you’re wanting to speak to me at a certain time. Not promising anything for tonight…(I have a date) - but perhaps tomorrow (Sunday) we can unwind a bit?

Smoochies.

I’m disgusted. Truly disgusted. I feel as though I’m going to be held hostage by the Heiress In Jail update until that girl is let out of jail. I don’t think there has been so much press about something so incredibly vapid and useless since the press frenzy around Sanjaya or whatever his name was on American Idol. I was counting down the days till he was out of there - and I find myself doing the same with this Ms. Paris, too.

It has me thinking.

Is this every man’s fantasy?

Is this like some showtime television show that comes on about 1:00AM when all the little kids are in their pj’s with feet - and their parents are downstairs - in striped jail suits - watching the latest soft porn movie titled “Her time behind bars” - acting along with the somewhat predictable but no less appealing plot?

What is it about women in jail that makes a man’s penis stand to attention - and is this somehow to blame for the press frenzy around Ms. Hilton’s time there?

It’s not often that I listen to talk radio - but since my unfortunate event where my ipod and fm transmitor thing a ma jig was taken from me so violently (sob) - I have been listening to quite a bit of radio while I’m riding along in my car- and since the music played on regular stations no longer appeals to me - I change the station rapidly to talk radio. Everyone is talking about Paris - and they have their little spin on it - so as not to appear too… I don’t know … typical maybe. A show the other day almost caused me to get into an accident. A blonde called who sounded like a twin of Minnie Mouse - and described herself as being a DD - and small - like five feet and nothing small. She said that her boyfriend was in his fancy smancy car and had gotten pulled over by the police. She told the host of the show that she had never been so miserable in all her life and that she felt really bad for Paris and all that she would probably have to live thru while in jail. “They were calling me Princess” this stupid bitch cried. “It was because of my boyfriend - and I had a warrant because I didn’t show up for a court date - although I did pay the ticket - but they were so mean to me (hiccup) that…(gasp)…I just wanted to die! And the men there were so dirty - they were so (sniff sniff) filthy that I didn’t want to even sssssssit dowwwwwwn!”

I silently begged her to stop.

The hosts had hit their jackpot and went in for the kill.

“So how big are your tits?” They asked with what can only be described as a sinister laugh.

“What does that have to do with anything.” The blonde with big tits gulped. Good for you, I thought. Hang on to what little bit of decency you have left. Don’t answer the … “They are 34DD’s. I mean they are really big - but… what does that have to do with anything.”

“So are your nipples really sensitive?” The other DJ asked - dead pan.

“Um…” (Don’t do it stupid girl… don’tttttt) “Well - yeah - as a matter of fact they are … but again - this doesn’t have anything to do with my story.”

Oh yes it does!!! And for the next 15 minutes these two djs proceeded to show her exactly how relevant her jug size was to … well… to life. Specifically their fantasy about little princesses in jail - with big tits (or little ones - doesn’t matter) who find themselves in a jail cell - turning tricks with the guards for protection - or licking their cell mates pussy for a cigarette. Because that is what this is all about, isn’t it? Our (particularily) men’s fascination with women (princesses) behind bars - in dirty and animalistic places - where desperation can turn any good girl into a certifiable whore. Where bars are just backdrops to sinful fantasies - and where a key can unlock the possiblity of getting a girl to do just about anything for a hot shower and a phone call.

I understand. I have had my little fantasies, too - and well - I still like the whole gay cop bad inmate gay porn story. Never gets old. However, I don’t think I would be glued to the set - (or my Hitachi wand) if Denzel got put in jail today. I don’t even think I would be glued to the set if Richard Simmons was placed in jail - or any of the guys on Bravo Television’s “Work Out” - who have to be gay. I think. I don’t even think one of my callers - with muscles all lathered up in babyoil the way he likes - would get me to be obsessed about his time behind bars. How much is a photo of Paris in jail going for these days? And how many times has the mug shot of her been downloaded and downloaded ON these past … 12 or so hours?

Maybe I should put up a CeCe in jail listing. I can pretend to call you up collect - you accept the charges of course - and then I can tell you about my shower with the girls the other day. Or you can be the warden - and I can tell you to go fuck yourself if you expect me to be in the general public with the rest of the dirty filthy hos that are in here. You can push me down on my knees behind your desk - handcuff my hands behind my back to the legs of the desk behind me - and force your cock down my throat. Or - I don’t know - you can pretend that I’m in solitary confinement - and instead of slipping me a plate of hot slop thru the little slot in the door - you can put your cock thru the opening instead and insist that I suck that for lunch.

Seriously - if no one takes me up on my offer - I am going to be even more confused about the intense obsession with this chick’s jail sentence. If what I’m thinking is correct - right now at this moment - thousands of niteflirt girls are making up profiles about their time behind bars - and thousand more guys are lining up to call them and hear all about it.

I recently completed the incredible task of emailing 30 more men and sending pictures for each 15 minutes they were on with me. I really should learn to do this at the time that it happens - but that would be responsible of me - and we all know how procrastination is and will always be my middle name. Thanks again for all the great calls - and for being so patient with your presents! Enjoy them, boys. Remember - the promotion goes on until June 15th. I don’t know if I will continue it after that - you’ll all have to let me know if it’s a good idea or not. Of the 30 or so pics that I send out - maybe 5 men will actually write me back to let me know that they got them and enjoy them. Take your hands off your penis’ for a sec and send me a little note on nf or gmail (celinawetdreams) and let me know if you’re even excited by this offer. If it’s worth it to ya all - I’d like to continue doing it for another month. We’ll see, though.

I was going to write about a few of my favorite things (callers) but my hand is starting to cramp up - and truth be told - I’ve been extremely horny. I think I turned myself on with all this prison talk and I may just have to do something about that. I also have to work this evening *ho hum* which means I need to start saving up some energy so I can work out.

Remind me someone to talk about the cancer walk I participated in - and how drunk and horny I got while walking - and how we almost were asked to leave by the coordinators of the event. It isn’t as good as a prison type story - but it comes close in many ways!

*Smoochies*

I think that I would like to be a talk show host - a radio personality, maybe. I’d have an open forum - a sex type program. I’d take calls from wives, husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends, and we would discuss fantasies and how best to “deal” with them. We’d talk about the origins of their fantasies - and talk about how realistic it would be to have a safe playing out of those fantasies - with either a professional or a mate/spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/bootycall. I think this would be an absolute BLAST.

Maybe I’ll make a “other” category and offer this on NF. Not a confessional type of listing - but a realistic I have this type of fantasy and want some advice on how best to live with this type of fantasy. Because I realize that there are some fantasies that just beg to be played out - and doesn’t everyone want to know that there is a safe avenue to explore such fantasies?

I’ve always enjoyed thinking about the origins of some fantasies. I know that there are the obvious ones - the preferences that people hold when it comes to choosing their mate/or fuck buddy or whatever. I’m not talking about that type of “fantasy”. I’m talking about the fantasies that lately people have been calling me about. The sissification type fantasies - the being caught doing something wrong - and punished by dressing you up and sending you out into the mall type fantasy. Or the humiliation - or even the very limited physical punishment type fantasies. Don’t you ever wonder where it came from? Those thoughts or ideas or whatever? And when you figure them out - I mean - REALLY trace them back like someone does with a swab of DNA collected inside a cheek - doesn’t it all make total sense and feel sort of - I don’t know - FREEING?

I don’t think that people need to be afraid of these fantasies anymore. I don’t think that it has to be this bad thing you carry around like some … bright red letter glued to your backside. Unless that is your thing, of course. *wink*.

When I was younger, someone I looked up to - a friend of my very best friend at the time, actually, told me that he wanted to “protect” me. He went on and on about how intelligent I was - and how special I was - and how pretty I was. He absolutely adored me - and I could tell - even when I hadn’t quite put the words to that type of … attention. He often would expose himself to me - but continue talking to me like he hadn’t done anything wrong. I would feel torn. I would want to look - but would glance away - and try to continue our conversation. Often times when I looked up from his penis that was just hanging out for the world and CeCe to see, he would look at me like, “aha! I caught you.” but he NEVER let on that he really caught me for reals. I started to make sure that I would be alone with him for these types of games to continue. And they did.

Another situation and another adult later: My father had an associate pastor of his church. We would have over night retreats where we would go to colleges and things. There were always lots of talks - varying from cults, to sexual awareness, to eating disorders, to … picking the right college (of course!). We would sleep in church basements - all of us kids - boys and girls - and our “chaperones”. This associate would often come over to our sleeping bags and give us little backrubs - and eventually his hands would venture to the sides of our bodies where he would “accidently” brush up against our breasts. I still remember the feel of his breath on my cheek - coming out in little gasps/spurts of moist warm air. After he left he would always “apologize” - say that he couldn’t help himself and somehow always insinuate that we had led him to do it because of how sweet we were - or whatever. He would ask us for our forgiveness - but it always felt to me as though I had been partially responsible. I was not scared - of him. I was scared more about what type of power I had over these men - and what would happen if I didn’t find some way to bottle it up or tame it or whatever.

So flash forward to today. Is it any surprise that I enjoy fantasies about my older sister’s boyfriend who I “seduce” and who later apologizes but always in a way as to suggest I “made him do it”? Is it any wonder that I have some of my best orgasms while thinking of a righteous holy person suddenly giving up the fight of celebacy and fucking me furiously? Is it any wonder that I enjoy fantasies where men expose themselves to me all the while acting like they aren’t showing me anything - while their penis’ jut out from under their robe? And wouldn’t it just make sex that much more enjoyable if I had the ability to talk to my mate about these types of fantasies - or have encounters where I could play them out in a safe, responsible way? Or even if I acted on impulses where these situations “arose”?

I don’t have a radio show - and I doubt that I ever will. I don’t think that such a show could even be aired, really, with out major panic breaking out and the thought police coming to shut me down and haul me off to jail - but I like to think that my little account on NF is my contribution to freedom. *shrugs*. I don’t always have a chance to talk about my own little fetishes - but I know a few of my callers (and a few of the new ones I’ve had lately) know when they have struck a chord with me. Their fantasies are the ones I “run” with - their fantasies are the ones that move me - and make it enjoyable to me - and cause me to not be a “victim” of whatever circumstance they put me in - but an active and willing (at least deep down inside!) actress in their play. Their fantasies are the ones that “get me off” - not only physically but mentally as well.

I hope that I continue to get new callers who are able to see that difference in me - and push me to accept and participate in new roles…and I’m continually grateful that my repeat customers are ones that do this automatically - probably with out thinking/knowing about my hidden kinks. I hope that my small price of 1.80 doesn’t deter someone from taking a moment to talk to me about the history of their own fetishes and fantasies. I really want to know. It helps me understand mine that much clearer. It’s not a prerequisite to calling me - but it is a gift when it happens - when it exposes itself … and I glance down for a moment to look and take it in - before continuing on and act like I didn’t see a thing.

Have a safe a memorable holiday. I shall be around after my final on Saturday for the entire weekend including Monday.

Celebrity fit club. I like seeing transformations in people. This Sunday I look forward to what can only be described as the fight of the century. I hope Dustin goes down. Screech has problems. They should have made sure he had a girlfriend in SAVED BY THE BELL and then maybe he wouldn’t be so bitter and desperate today. Ugh.

I enjoy my little pay per view movies. Put in some money - and ta dah! Instant pleasure. I have thought about giving a link and maybe being an affiliate - but I’m really scared that my customers would enjoy it more than their talks with me. Seriously. They are that good.

I secretly am relieved that Jerry F. is gone. I don’t tend to hate many people - but I enjoy hating the things that they stand for and believe in when it puts down several groups of innocent people. It’s not kind to speak of the dead, Jerry, so I’ll spare you. You should have done the same when proclaiming that the huge number of gay men who died of aids “deserved” it. Shame on you. If indeed your beliefs are right, by the way, what did you do wrong to die so suddenly at such a relatively young age? Hmmmm? blah.

There are these grapefruit and peach candies that I enjoy TOO much that I get sent to me by my friend in Japan. I get tons and tons of them - and I sit down and suck off all the sugar from the candies before chewing up the chewy goodness of them. It takes me minutes to devour a bag. All the things I know about sugar consumption does nothing to stop the madness. I will eat the sour yet sweet morsels until my tongue grows numb and the sugar high sends me thru strange and exciting moods.

And then there are pictures. Pictures of my family when they were growing up. Pictures of my mother when she was a little girl intrigue me. Pictures of how things use to be - pictures of intimate moments that weren’t suppose to be captured - like my grandmother ruffling my grandfather’s hair while he bends over to inspect their car during their honeymoon.

Barry Manilow. Guilty. John Denver. Guilty. Cat Stevens. Guilty. Bread. Guilty as charged.

My hitachi wand, The Deans Office, and loose leaf college ruled paper - combined into a typical yet tantalizing fantasy - guilty as hell.

I’m finding that those friends that are closest to me not only share many of these same pleasures, but have some of their own to add to the pile. On the phone we can sift thru them all - laugh and breath sighs of relief when we realize that we are definitely NOT alone in them - and look forward to maybe creating a few guilty pleasures of our own.

Thank you for allowing me to be one of your guilty pleasures….

I’ve been a busy little beaver this evening. After the calls died down a little bit - I went to work on my new listing. You can see it here.
I added 2 sets of soft core pictures for your viewing pleasure, too. Yup. I was busy busy busy.

And now I’m tired, tired, tired.

This will be the shortest post in the history of CeCe-ness. But I can’t even stand to type another thing. Seriously. Plus I’m kinda sad right now. (sorry Kylie… I should call you, huh?)
I should just make a drink. Bailey and cream, perhaps? (shaking my head).

I better go. I’ll be better after I get some sleep. Getting wasted as a teen won’t help a damn thing! Sorry to disappoint. I’m sure there’s a fantasy in there waiting to happen.

Perhaps another day.