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  <title>The Sensual Side</title>
  <subtitle>Of a Complex Woman</subtitle>
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    <name>Cinnamon Poptart</name>
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  <updated>2005-09-02T21:23:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:2576</id>
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    <title>cinnamonpoptart @ 2005-09-02T16:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T21:23:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T21:23:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I get horny at the most inopportune times.  Like right in the middle of a class.  No chance of getting laid or even of sneaking off to take care of the problem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or while I'm driving somewhere.  Same situation.  I used to masturbate while I was driving, but I almost wrecked my car doing so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn my sex drive on and off with a switch.  Left to it's own devices, it seems bent on leaving me sexually frustrated.  I currently have two SO's (one male and one female) and I have more than enough drive for both of them. LOL!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:2463</id>
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    <title>cinnamonpoptart @ 2005-08-20T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T18:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T18:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was depressed this morning, but I feel a lot better.  I spent like an hour masturbating in the shower.  It was very nice.  I did it once before I shaved and once after with the showerhead.  The second time I did it, I moaned really loud so I'm glad I was home alone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:1707</id>
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    <title>cinnamonpoptart @ 2004-06-08T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-09T02:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-09T02:02:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I keep fantasizing about randomly fucking someone. Like I just walk up to a hot stranger (male or female) and say, "You, elevator, NOW!" and see what they do.  I wonder if it would work.  Maybe if I flashed a condom to show I was serious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever tried this?  Do you think it would work? What would any of you do if someone said this to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I'm gutsy enough.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:1280</id>
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    <title>cinnamonpoptart @ 2004-06-02T09:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T14:17:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T14:17:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm.  I'm getting really bored of how I masturbate.  I need to think of new ways to satisfy myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more ejaculation, I'm going to try for it again when I take a shower though.  Nothing like playing with the shower head.  It's like a tongue that never gets tired and knows how to go exactly where you want it.   Plus when I'm done, my girly bits feel so spankin' clean.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:1279</id>
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    <title>My new talent</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T16:09:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T16:09:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I touch myself - the divynls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think I achieved female ejaculation for the first time last night.  I had wondered if I could, I have friends who can (although I've never had the priveledge of watching any of them).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really hot and really close.  And I realize that my pelvic floor muscles are all tightened.  So I focus on keeping them "lower" (hope this makes sense).  When I came, I felt some fluid come trickling out.  It felt really good too.  No large spraying amounts like in the movies, but definitely some ejaclate. It left a nice dark puddle on my blanket too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to try that again.  I wonder if you get more with practice, or if I will always just ejaculate in a little trickle.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:792</id>
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    <title>The very sexy Helena</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T22:45:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T22:45:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The beginning of this story (up until we get caught at her place) is something that really happened and the rest is what I imagine/wish would have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena is a friend of mine, I met not too long ago.  I had *thought* she was straight, but one night we made out while we were drunk.  A few weeks later, I was having a small gathering.  Alcohol and music were present.  When everyone else had left, my roomate ran to the convenience store to get something.  Helena and I locked eyes and she came walking over to me.  She is a few inches taller than me at 5'7" and has very soft brown hair cut to just above her shoulders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began kissing softly. I put my hand in the back of her hair and we began to kiss with more passion.  I moved to her sweet, soft neck which was lightly scented with her perfume.  I licked and sucked back and forth lapping at where her jawbone is.  Gently I nibbled on her ear and returned to kissing her.  We changed the music and danced sensuously and just when we began kissing again, my roomate returned.  Helena and I decided we would go watch a movie at her house.  Which was largely an excuse to be alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the tape was popped in and Helena next to me on her large comfy sofa, we had returned to making out, running my hands all down her back and cupping her behind. I felt all the blood rush to below as her soft lips met mine. When she kissed my neck, I moaned hoping there would be a hickey left as a visible reminder of this tantilizing encounter.  She nibbled my earlobes and kissed and licked my neck.  I returned the favor.  Sometimes we would stop and look briefly into each other's eyes and, upon seeing the desire burning hot within, would return to our kissing. Feeling adventurous, I ran my hand lightly over one of her breasts and sensing she wanted me to continue, I rubbed it and bent down to rub my face against both her breasts through her soft blue sweater.  She began to caress my breasts as we kissed. It was like electricity shot through my body as she softly explored my curves through my black blouse.  I ran my hands up her sweater and cupped her over her bra.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she pulled me onto her lap, so I was straddling her and we both took off our shirts.  She unhooked her bra and I pulled it off of her.  Before me, were the firm, pale, most perfect breasts I had ever seen.  Her pink nipples hardened as I bent to kiss them.  I kissed and lapped at each breast, caressing the other with my hands.  She removed my bra and touched my breasts and kissed them too.  I tried to be quiet, but I couldn't help but gasp as she sucked at my breasts.  We continued to kiss and play with each other's breasts and get hotter and hotter.  She asked me what I wanted her to do and I whispered for her to do whatever felt right to her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped her hand down the front of my black skirt and red lace panties.  Her fingers were immediately made aware of how hot she was making me by the dampness that soaked her fingers as she parted my labia.  I moaned as they slipped down to my clit.  She stroked my swollen clit and more hot dampness seeped out.  I moaned.  I tried to unbutton her jeans. She moved my hand away and moved me so I was sitting on the couch. She stood over me and slid my skirt and panties down my hips.  She ran my hand down my shaved mons veneris and rubbed my clit some more.  It felt so exquisite I couldn't help but cry out.  She slid one finger and then two inside my moist honeypot.  Helena started out gentle, but slowly began to rub faster and faster.  Just then, her roomate started to come up the basement stairs.  Alarmed, we grabbed our discarded shirts and bras and dashed back to her room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We giggled nervously for a few minutes and then realized where we were and what we could be doing.  I slipped my panties and skirt the rest of the way off and sauntered over to her.  We kissed again and she ran her hands over my bare back, causing me to shudder in delight.  I slid my hands to the button of her jeans and she let me this time.  I slipped her pants and light blue panties off and laid her down on her bed.  Kneeling before her, I parted her thighs and ran my hands lightly over her closely trimmed girly parts.  I slid my finger between her soft pink lips and found her as ready as me.  I rubbed her clit and then replaced my fingers with my tongue, lapping at her sweetness.  I slid a finger, then one, then two, then three into her hot, damp, female-ness.  I licked and lapped at her clit as I finger fucked her.  She writhed and gasped and grasped at the blanket on her bed. I continued until her hips bucked up and a gush of hot girl juice trickled down my chin. I crawled up next to her in her bed and nestled into her breasts.  We wrapped arms around each other and I fell asleep with the taste of her sweetness on my lips.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:594</id>
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    <title>Damn hormones</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T20:44:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T20:44:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm horny all the time, it's just infuriating.  Sometimes even masturbating doesn't satisfy.  Like I do it, and after the orgasm, I'm hornier than before. Sometimes I even manage to tire my arm out before I'm satisfied.  You'd think my arm would start to build up stamina or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit all alone trying to decide what to do with myself.  Do I want to bother with a shower so I can enjoy the showerhead (or fill the tub for some underwater jilling)?  Or do I want to go up to my room where my magazines and toys are?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cinnamonpoptart:474</id>
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    <title>cinnamonpoptart @ 2004-05-25T21:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T02:06:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T02:06:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here I am.  Tis a birthday, of sorts, for me.  I have this journal.  I've got no feel yet of what I want to do with it.  I'll just play it by ear, fly by the seat of my pants.  If you're bothering to read this first entry, you should know that I will just be saying what I think, be it sexual, be it swearing, be it depressing, be it amusing. Gotta get it out and here it wil come as time progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening ladies and gentlemen.</content>
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