Seriously. I’ve looked at a few pictures and I think I have narrowed down the search of my future daughter. Here we go…
The Yorkie is my very first choice. I mean just look at him! Isn’t he just amazing? They are a little bit hyper which I’m not sure I like - but I’ve heard that they have great personality and are very entertaining. They are also very good around little children so my little cousin will be able to play with him and not fear getting hurt or bit or whatever. I don’t know if they are yappy things. The most important attribute, though? Audrey Hepburn had a Yorkie. I mean … HELLO! Audrey Hepburn. Not sure if Julie Andrews had a yorkie - but Audrey is right up there next to her!

My 2nd choice is the Bichon. I babysat a dog a bit ago named Mikey - and Mikey was part poodle and part Bichon and looked exactly like these sweeties. They are very very loveable, too - a bit on the submissive side I’ve read. But I think I would still be very happy with one.

My 3rd choice? The Maltese. Oh my goodness! I am a sucker for silky hair - and these beauties are said to have a great coat and they shed little (if at all). I’ve read that they are people pleasers, too - are sweet and loyal and kind to strangers. This is important to me. I don’t want a fierce daughter or son.

My fourth choice - The Havanese, I hadn’t really ever heard of. I like the size (toy/minature) and the coat again is very nice. They seem sweet like my other choices, too.

So … there are the finalists. I had also looked at the minature pug and the chihuahua but I don’t know… My co-parent (my cousin) kinda wants a chihuahua but I have heard that they are too independent and can almost be bitchy and hard to train. Potty training is like a necessity for real. Most of the places I’ve looked at are a bit expensive, but the puppies are diaper trained (or peepee pad trained) and that was like … CRUCIAL to me and my family.

The expense is … crazy. CRAZY. So I’m going to put up a puppy fund. LOL! Seriously. I’m going to make a button ASAP. Is this as important as money for books and tuition? No. Is it more important than any of the gifts I have listed on my wishlist? Yup. So I think if everyone just chips in 25 bucks here and there - by December I should have a new member of my family. I’m thinking of names now. Lola seems to jump out at me for a girl. Willis seems suitable for a boy.

Anyways - I should probably do something else other than look at puppy pictures tonight.

Stay tuned on the continuation of CeCe’s Baby.

Bet I could send out shower invites when he/she arrives, huh?

I was about 12 years old, I think, when my best friend and I discovered that her father, the Pastor of a small community, had a museum, damn near, in his garage…filled with porn. There were movies and books and magazines and … all kinds of other things little girls had no business looking at. We reminded ourselves of this horrible infraction while we sifted thru the porn magazines - struggling to push the penthouse forums far enough under our blouses to hide them. “Your daddy is gross” I told her - while eyeing Miss July - or whatever. “I know” she would mutter - face growing red - while stooping down to pick up a somewhat X rated paper back book. We would sneak past her mother in the kitchen - past her brother’s watching television in their bunkbeds, and quickly lock her door in her bedroom - spreading all our delicious snacks in front of us on her hard wood floor. I soaked up the information… like bounty - the quicker picker upper. This was valuable information I knew, with out having been told. For years our access to the library-o-porn was unlimited - until her Father found out that we had been dipping into the family’s history books - so to speak - and punished us. And yeah - that IS another story - because it isn’t the punishment that I want to get into right now. Right now… What I wanted to get into was the very back pages of my best friend’s father’s magazines. The very last few pages that had the videos for sale. We would tear these pages out of the magazines and standing tip toe on her bed … hold the pages up to the light above us. Giggling we would make out exactly what the “censor” had painted in little circles of black. It was clear as day - or at least we thought it was. We would become excited - and I would go home with these visions of women and men together doing naughty things behind the black circular “eyes”. The eyes were suppose to stop us from seeing…but all they did was make us that much more aware of what was suppose to be hidden, and much more gifted at being able to figure it out. Not that it was so damn difficult to figure out, mind you.

It was around this time that we also discovered that if we watched the spice channels in cable long enough - the scrabbled pictures would become unscrambled and we would be able to see a mili-second of something we knew we shouldn’t see. I swear we thought we were like secret spies or something - and that we were the only 2 kids in America who figured it out: Censors didn’t censor or cover anything. It only made the desperate more determined to figure it all out - and for those that could not - only made us more curious. We knew it was bad…and so we looked with keener eye - and practiced patience…waiting and waiting until such a time when, if only for a moment - the picture would unscramble - or the light would catch xray thru the black curtain o shame. (haha).

I’ve been trying to censor myself lately. Trying to figure out what is okay for me to write about - worrying about how other people will see it - and all along I’m sure there are a few who are determined and holding up my walls to some secret decoder light and reading everything I really want to hide anyways. Yeah. I can get deep like that sometimes.

So here it is:

• I have a crush. A really big crush. Have had it for longer than I should admit. Question what “crush” is doing next to words like crusade and cry in the dictionary. I’ve been wondering, too, what happens when crushes leave. Wondering if when reality hits there is no love waiting by to fill the empty space. And if so - why shouldn’t I live in Crushville for eternity and enjoy my stomach doing flip flops and dips whenever I think or speak to him? Time has made this crush so big that I want to push the person away from me so that I can have room to inhale and exhale. Funny that having a crush makes it difficult to breathe correctly. This crush has gotten so big that I’m thinking the crush is bigger and greater than anything and anyONE that could follow it.
• I do not want to go to school sometimes. Sometimes I would prefer to not go because I am tired of school - truth be told. Didn’t I just escape - and now I want to go back? Sometimes I think about going to school and only studying what I want to study - but I don’t think College is organized like that. Sad, isn’t it?
• I really need a schedule - set schedule for niteflirt - but I’m afraid if I do it then I will be missing out on calls or that my call volume will drop or something. But I can’t continue just being on line at all hours of the day and nite - randomly and such.
• I don’t understand why sex has to be so complicated sometimes. When I am just having fun it seems that sex and masturbating is fine - but when I really care about someone then all of a sudden that whole sex thing takes on another meaning. Is this one of life’s cruel jokes? Am I destined to have really good sex with people I just don’t like - and then be some sort of a nun and all virginal with people that I really love?
• How come I just cleaned my room a week ago and it’s now dirty/cluttered again?

Just some things I have wanted to say but sometimes feel I shouldn’t talk about - or that the person/people I am talking about will feel all bad that I mentioned them (sort of) in my blog/diary or whatever. I’m gonna try not to censor myself so much. This could either be a positive or a negative. Hell - most of the time the average, intelligent reader can see thru all that censorship stuff anyways. I figure if I could do it when I was in junior high - then adults should have it down to a damn science.

After a few days off - I came back to NF and have been thinking about things in a whole new light. (holding my situation up to the light above my bed). I need to wait until my school schedule and course load before I really say how/when I’m going to be working NF…
But until further notice you can check out my listing/home page for what my schedule will be now. I’ll be fine-tuning it as we go along. If there are any times that work out better than others - and you don’t see that I have placed that time on my schedule - then please let me know. I don’t know how accomodating I can be - but I will try. Setting appointments is always a good option too. I check my emails (when I’m at my desk, that is) so I could also log on to take your call if time permits. I have to also start studying my physical training booklet more. I don’t want to wait till the last few days before testing to cram. I’m not good at that much pressure. Actually that is a lie - I do pretty well with some added pressure and stress. Unfortunately. Also - I know I’m about 3 days late now with the pictures for this month. I’m running out of space so until I get that figured out - I’m not going to be offering the pay to view with my pictures. If you are interesting in paying for the priveledge to view this month’s set - please contact me on NF and I will send you the zip and you can download them once you pay. There was one more thing… but I can’t think right now. I’m really tired… zzzzzzz. So here’s to less censorship. At least less censorship from me on my own “blog”!

Thank you very much to: NAKAPuppy who bought me my very own Idog with matching green clothes. Milo barks his thank you. We are both VERY happy and he is a welcomed addition to my family. Everyone talks to that little plastic pink Idog as though he were real or something. And he is just adorable - minus the peeing on the carpet and chewing up my favorite shoes! Here Here to electronic pets! NAKAPuppy also wrote some ofthe funniest feedback for me and recently announced his departure from NF. I wish you well, dear NAKA. You have been a great customer - but more than that - you have turned out to be a great friend. Not only do you spoil me rotten sometimes - but you make sure that I know every day how worth it I am. No goodbyes - right?

Also a big warm Thank You to “Steve” - my little nebbish sweetie. Thank you SO much for the lipgloss, underage. I LOVE the name so much - and the tint is perfect for my little lips. So thank you! I know when we talked you said you had also sent me the nice earrings I have been admiring - so I’m sure they are on their way, too. So thank you for that gift, too, in advance!

I really wish I could do my “feedback” mentions today - but my eyes are literally closing and since we are no longer censoring I also have to add that I’ve had to fuckin pee now since about 5 paragraphs before. Holding in one’s URINE is not a good thing…contrary to popular belief. I mean - the act itself of holding in your pee (if you’re a woman) helps develop some of those muscles that make men want to cry when they fuck us. Yes - it makes your use muscles that make your vagina tight. Or so I’ve heard. but holding in cups of urine can also lead to a not so nice puddle under my chair - or a not so nice at all bladder infection and under extreme circumstances - could lead to electrocution. (puts down hair dryer).

No goodbyes…

I have only recently received 2 presents off my wish list.  2 of those presents came from “Lucy” - after a somewhat humorous call where a guy loved lipgloss and purple rubber dicks.  He actually liked my lipgloss covered lips on him - and the purple rubber dick INSIDE of him - but you get my meaning, basically.  I was very thankful for the gifts because I really had not received any since making the listing.  I actually got something a while ago from a personal wish list from my best friend - but again - that was different. Women expect that their women friends will buy them presents - and we usually keep our end of the women buying each other agreement (article V - section 14 in the girlfriend constitution…look it up!).  But men who spoil us - well - no matter how often it happens (or in my case how infrequently to this point it HAS happened) it is ALWAYS received with much elation and circumstance! lol. 

Today my “U.R.” sent me presents!!!  I haven’t yet received them in my little pink nailed hands - but I will be getting them very shortly and I can not wait to see what the surprises are!!  My “U.R.” (the caller formally known as Mr. Tattle tale) has been very good to me lately.  His calls are of the romantic sort - like my sweet “Joe” who called me before I left on the cruise.  I can get down and dirty like most sweet innocent looking girls when it counts - but there is a romantic little woman inside of me that really likes for her callers to get to know me.  “Pillow talk” as I’ve mentioned before in other posts, is not wasted on me.  I find that most of my enjoyable calls have an element of “date” to them.  Many of my callers are quick fast and in a hurry to complete the mission - but I’m fortunate to have just as many (if not a few more) who truly understand that in order for me to cum and be the best flirt - a little introduction and getting to know you period works wonders! “U.R” gets that - and is appreciative of the time we spend together and is now sending me my very first gift/s ever from a caller.  *insert tear of gratitude here*.    Thank you so much, sweetheart - and thank you, also to Joe - who emailed me after a call we had to specifically thank me for the experience.  Things like that make me enjoy this experience of niteflirt even more than I normally do!

“U.R.” ’s field/occupation is - let’s see how to put this … hmmmm.  Let’s just say that taxes are pretty important to him.  Since he is one of my favorite callers and I’m making him blush by dedicated whole paragraphs to him - I thought I’d give a little shout out for him - in a vain attempt to make his job a bit easier.  “U.R.” has this to say:

“Please file your taxes early and completely - and correctly.”

Now - I have never filed taxes in my life (thankfully!) but will have to this year for sure. I don’t think I’m going to like it, but the thought of jail time, heavy fines and possible audits where I may meet “U.R.” in a cold damp room while being chained to the wall and made to answer questions…oops. sorry. that is a fantasy of mine.  I digress. Let’s just take some time as tax paying citizens to file in time so that we have the necessary time available to get help should we need it.  And before you think of calling someone like “U.R.” for assistance…read what else he had to say:

“Please stop asking so many stupid questions.”

I know in school we are use to people saying, “there is no stupid question.”  but “U.R. assures me that there are indeed stupid questions - and (though he, himself did not say this part…) stupid people.  Go to a tax place and ask some of the questions that are nagging you - or better yet - hire a reputable accountant to do your taxes for you.  But definitely educate yourselves so that you complete your taxes on time.

This message was brought to you by Celina, your teen wet dream.  Making sure you cum, then go to file your taxes - completely, correctly, and on time.  Thank you.  Have a nice day!

Now then…on to the wave.  On the second day of the cruise - we went whale watching.  There were no whales.  Only waves - bumpy waves - and lots of women and children puking into bags that would later be deposited in garbage cans that decorated the ship’s floor.  I hate to think of the poor person who had to empty those garbage cans almost as much as I hate to think of the poor children and women who found themselves staring at that morning’s breakfast buffet recycled. 

There was one wave, however, that was bigger than most.  The ship headed straight into it and almost in slow motion the wave enveloped the front of the ship, soaking several passengers and causing many of us to laugh - out of nervousness or fear - who can ever really tell at a time like that.  The left over splurge of sea water made its way over to me, however - and I was several feet back.  It was almost an after thought - little splatters of sea water that I quickly licked off my lips and blinked away from my eyes.  There were no whales anywhere.  Perhaps the stormy weather threw them off like it threatened to throw US off the ship.  Perhaps they were people watching and playing a game of cat/mouse with us.  All I know is that this - was by far - one of the best things about the cruise for me.  The air - the sea water splashing against my face - and the surges of ups and downs. I wasn’t sick at all.  I wasn’t even that afraid.  It was - sexy.   As sexy as presents from wishlists - and the fantasy of having to pay off taxes in a compromising situation to “U.R.”

It’s taken me forever to write this post.  Partially because my computer is so god damn slow - but also because I have no idea suddenly what to write.  I have so many things that I want - it’s hard to put them all on one list.  I have 3 pages so far and the only thing that is on there are things that will make my skin soft and smell good.

Yes, it’s true.  I am a lotion - lip gloss - perfume a holic.  I love the stuff.  I love to smell good - and i love a man that smells good too.  I remember curling up in my dad’s lap when I was younger and nestling right under his chin and smelling…. mmmmmmmmmm yum.  I think he wore Joop for a bit - and sometimes I would sneak into his room and steal his pillow so I could smell him all the time - even when he wasn’t home.  Smells are very important to me.  My room is always smelling like some new scented candle - or some new perfume (right now I absolutely LOVE the Victoria Secret perfumes they have!!!).  Even my car smells like whatever scent I’m wearing that day/month.

With all the smelly things on my list - you’ll probably also find electronics.  I’m a movie geek head - so anything having to do with movies or series… (6 ft under, Weeds, Sex and the City - *though I currently have the whole season so no need to buy me that!*) are my passion.  I also (due to Kylie’s recommendation) watched Lady in The Water - and now I want not only that movie - but every movie the director ever did!  I have an Ipod - but now I want the bigger one and also a nice pink (or lime green) nano or mini.  Newer versions - the old versions suck dog doo doo!

As I said earlier my computer is also VERY old and very sick and VERY VERY slow.  I think I want a lap top.  Perhaps a Toshiba one.  That way I can lay in bed and log on and off to NF and talk to all my horny little (and big) counterparts throughout the evening with out having to get out of my nice warm comfy bed and truck downstairs to log on and off my computer in my little study area under my loft.  VERY inconvenient!

Anyways - all these things and more will slowly make their way over to my wish list.  I just have to finalize how and where you will ship these things.  I thought of getting a P.O. Box - (giving out my address is a no no!) but now I think I may have a better idea.  We’ll see.  In the meantime, however, should you wish to send me something post Xmas - you can always just send me a gift certificate for any large amount (hehe) you wish!.  My email address is: celinawetdreams@gmail.com  <<<.

Tomorrow we typically open up a few presents before Santa’s gifts on Xmas Day.  I’m expecting a few big things from my family so I can’t hardly sleep.  I thought I would stay up and do some calls - but it’s ungodly slow right now.  Not cool.  Where are all you guys - wrapping gifts when you should be unwrapping me?  Tsk Tsk.

Hopefully we’ll speak soon or after the holidays.  Have a happy and safe one!