So I was thinking today… (what were you thinking, CeCe?) Well…(! lol !) I was thinking about books. I was thinking about all the wonderful books I’ve received lately – and all the books that I have yet to receive – and all the books that I’ve been reading – and all the books that I’ve bought for school ($$$$$) and then I thought to myself as I was admiring all the books that I’ve gotten in the past few days (and I’ve been surprised by a TON of books!!!) this really negative doomsday type of thought came into my head: What would happen if I don’t have time to read all of these books? What would happen if I lost an eye or something (My mom always warned me about playing too hard and losing one so I have to think it COULD happen!) and I couldn’t read all the great books I have? Then I started to think about movies and I realized that I need to stop watching movies before bed. It’s a habit I got into that I haven’t been able to break. I tuck myself into bed – I put in a dvd – and I curl up in bed and watch it and usually fall asleep during it. It’s the best feeling in the world – but I think I need to stop all of that. I should read books instead. I should read and read and read and soak up all the literature that I possibly can before it’s too late!
So my new goal by the end of this year is to read 10 books. And they can’t be text books.

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.

My old bedroom had these floors that had the appearance of wood, but I think it was some imitation cheaply made substance instead. I had roomed with my brother for many years until it became apparent to my mother that I was ready for my own room. The boys were shoved into a smaller room down the hall with bunk beds and one closet shared between them that smelled slightly of old tennis shoes and wet socks, and I – the darling little girl got my dream bedroom: pink curtains, closet with mirrors on the doors, and a window dressed up in lacey curtains with a perfect view of our front lawn. I was in heaven.

I can not remember how I first discovered it – and I have several stories that involve the act I performed under my covers – but the details of how these activities entered my head is all one big blur. What is exceptionally clear, however, is that I was an active masturbator and I knew that what I was doing was very, very bad.

I mentioned the floors in my old bedroom because it is important to the story, believe it or not. I have only told my one true friend this little fact that I’m going to share with the universe (lol) so pay very close attention. Somehow – somewhere – and sometime I discovered that if I put a little marble inside of my panties and rubbed it around on my clit – that it felt good. Then I discovered that I could somehow squeeze it inside and move it in and out of the opening with the my vaginal muscles I didn’t know/realize I had – and it would feel EXTREMELY good – then I discovered that if I placed a pillow inbetween my legs with the marble inside of me – and squeezed the pillow that I could move the marble in and out, too. And finally, I discovered the sound the marbles made in the middle of the night as they rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Sometimes it would wake me up – and often it would wake up my parents. My mother would come into my room and pick up the marbles and never return them back to me. I’m pretty sure she knew what I was doing with them…but she never ever ever ever mentioned it to me – just picked up the marbles and went about her business I think. The next evening I would find another marble, usually in the game closet, and again fall asleep – and in the morning, once again, the marble would be gone. My brother’s bag of marbles quickly diminished, the chinese checker game never had enough marbles to play again – and no one ever confronted me about my marble fetish.

Isn’t it a bit odd that in a family that never talked about masturbation – here I am on NF encouraging, promoting, and faciliating masturbation? Maybe it’s relief that I can now finally talk about sex so openly with my callers that makes this job not only interesting and rewarding, but also just … therapeutic. Maybe it’s the talking about it that makes me not feel like such a freak, makes me open my eyes a bit wider and take in different points of views. I’m not going to elevate myself to a sex therapist or anything like that, especially since alot of the time I feel my callers are more sane than I am – and you’ve all been my therapists. This whole experience on NF has helped me re-write alot of my past and helped heal parts of my past that I never really got to speak to anyone about. I find acceptance here.

Imagine instead of my actual experience something like this instead: my marble rolls across the floor and stops short of your foot. You bend down and pick it up. Okay – maybe you’d smell it or something (lol) but eventually you’d hand it back to me. Okay – maybe you’d pocket it – and replace it with a new one. You’d probably take a mental note of the size of marble and the next time you were at a toy store pick me up another bag of them – because you, dear readers, would understand…(You see it coming, don’t you? *sigh* I can’t resist) Losing ones marbles is never a good thing. *wink*

I start school tomorrow… tuesday-thursday I will not be available until after 6:00PM PST. I may be on a bit earlier in the afternoon for a few hours here and there (would be around 3:00PM PST) but that’s not for certain… Monday, Friday, Saturday & Sunday I’ll be available in the mornings if need be. I’ll keep you posted.

Off to bed I go!

For one brief summer I was a nanny. Not Fran Drescher the Nanny – just CeCe the nanny. 3 Children. And I was barely old enough to be … well, their mother, obviously – but I was more of an older sister to them, it felt like.

I had my own room and I was away from my parents for the summer, and I thought that was by far the best thing EVER. Especially to a girl my age.

The family owned a farm – and I’m not sure what kinds of crops they grew – but it was a very very large large large farm and they had migrant farm workers that worked in the fields from sun up to sun down, it seemed like. Lexie, a daughter of one of the families, lived in a small trailer on the grounds, and during my free time we would play together. But I didn’t have that much free time. I still remember the smell of the trailer though… it was sort of like the smell of corn, probably from the tortillas her mother would make and fry and fill with the best tasting meat I had ever tasted in my 13 years alive. We would sit on this sort of couch/bed thing and just exist together because with her limited English and my limited Spanish – that’s all we really could do. Sometimes we would walk in the fields and watch her brothers, uncles, and father work – but we knew that we could only do that for a brief moment before they would put US to work.

When the kids were in bed for the evening, I would wander downstairs to Mr. E’s library. He had tons of books – mostly on agriculture or politics or other boring things, but every so often I would come away from the library with a book. I would carry it up to my room and read and read until I fell asleep. I loved reading, even then.

One evening while I was searching his bookshelf for the next big novel I could read, I ran across a book turned pages out. It seemed out of place – it was a small paperback and pulling it out of it’s hiding place I realized that it had no cover. I flipped it open and read from the very top of the page and my heart just tapped slowly to a near stop. The Happy Hooker.

Now I knew that I probably shouldn’t be reading such a book – but I also knew that neither should Mr. E. He was a friend of our families, a christian man, and someone who I just never equated to having a book quite like that one. I figured in my juvenile, curious mind that if HE was allowed to read such a book – then I surely was. I tucked the book under my shirt and drifted up stairs to read it.

I don’t even remember the details of that book. I remember leaving at the end of the summer and not putting the book back into the hiding place, though. And I remember my father coming to my room and telling me that what I had done was really wrong and that that book was a very old book that Mr. E. forgot that he had – but it certainly wasn’t the type of book for a little girl to read. I remember being mortified – and wishing that I had spent a little more time with Lexie eating corn tortillas. I remember that the Happy Hooker was actually very happy and I wondered why and kept reading the book to figure it all out. I remember thinking that Mr.E. was a fool to even admit that he found the book because I wasn’t about to confess to finding the damn thing.

I remember turning down a few pages – dog earring them I believe the correct term is – that were particularily engrossing. I remember that there were quite a few dog ears. I remember the sound the book made, that last night on the farm, when it slipped thru the crack of the bed and headboard – and landed on the hard wood floor.

You know what I don’t remember besides the details on those dog earred pages?

I don’t remember turning those dog ears back over.

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*