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October 10th:
I missed blogging yesterday because... well... because I just didn't feel like it. And to be totally honest, I didn't really feel like having an orgasm yesterday either. I'm sure any who are following my little adventure would prefer to hear how I bounded out of bed as soon as the sun rose and rubbed myself raw for the enusing 24 hours. But the plain truth of the matter is that while I have an extremely healthy sexual appetite, I'm not some nymphomaniac porn star. Well... I'm not a porn star at least. ;-)
I'm also dangerously approaching what Mr. ALM has lovingly labeled my "Asexual Phase". Most of you might be more familiar with the term "PMS"; they are one and the same. While I really do try to reign myself in from biting his head off at any given moment, I concede I can get a little "snippy" with Mr. Monkey. He is patient and understanding, however, and has come to learn the best thing to do during my Asexual Phase is refrain from any talk of sex whatsoever and repeat the words "yes, dear" over and over again, whether or not they play any relevance to the conversation at hand. Yesterday, I could definitely feel the effects of my Asexual Phase coming on as I lied naked in the tub with the perfect opportunity to lather up my pussy and play with it like it was a rubber duckie. But instead, I just lied there, staring blankly at the wall, my hands resting listlessly at my sides. Finally, when I realized I had better get it over with it or risk turning into a prune forever, I went to work. As I had done before, I used a little bath wash as lube but was annoyed to find it caused a little stinging this time. I'm a tough broad, though, so I stuck it out until I finally-- mercifully-- had the orgasm. Although it wasn't at all unpleasant, I wasn't about to go for another one as I mentally crossed off that day's quota, as minimal as it was.
I had fears today would be even worse. But thanks to some enticing conversation with Mr. ALM, I found myself in a surprisingly randy mood. After pulling down my jeans and panties past my thighs, I kneeled on my bedroom floor in front of a large cheval mirror to watch myself play. Pulling up my top over my tits, I noticed they looked a little fuller than usual (one of the very few perks of PMS and one about which I'll never complain). I leaned back a bit and went to work on my already moist lips with my fingers. The reflection in the mirror made me smile to myself as I saw the muscles in my stomach and my legs tense, revealing a strong, sleek outline to my body. After each orgasm (changing positions each time), I became wetter and wetter to the point of taking my fingers off my pussy and having a stream of juice come along with them. I watched the mirror and saw my face begin to glow from the effect of my "workout". I really need to learn how many calories one burns having an orgasm. I think it's quite reasonable I should count getting off as my cross-training for the week.
When I finally pulled my fingers away from myself for the last time today, I'd cum six times. Not bad for an asexual, PMS'ing bitch. Not bad at all.
Orgasm Running Total: 43