<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:00:51.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slut Next Door</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog of an exceptionally sensual girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114454828730464793</id><published>2006-04-08T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:04:47.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait to feel him - taste her</title><content type='html'>Killing just a little more time before I drive into to the city - I'm meeting Tiffany, Tony and Brian at the hotel Tony's dad manages. We're supposed to go to dinner at some fancy restaurant but I wouldn't mind just going to some room and fuck on some fancy bed. We'll see what happens. I can only imagine what is going happen - all day I've been fantasizing about Tony fucking me doggy style while I'm going down on Tiffany. I can't wait to feel his cock again. I can't wait to taste her again. I want me and her to put a show on for them. I want the guys to watch me and Tiffany fool around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114454828730464793?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114454828730464793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114454828730464793' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114454828730464793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114454828730464793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-wait-to-feel-him-taste-her.html' title='I can&apos;t wait to feel him - taste her'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114454743070784759</id><published>2006-04-08T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:50:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaved clean or landing strip?</title><content type='html'>I'm debating what I should do with my hair down there - ever since high school I've shaved it clean - but Tiffany has a little landing strip of hair - it's so sexy. I want to do it too but I think it'll be a little weird if I starting doing it the same way as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Feel free to leave a comment and I might post a before and after picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114454743070784759?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114454743070784759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114454743070784759' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114454743070784759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114454743070784759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/shaved-clean-or-landing-strip.html' title='Shaved clean or landing strip?'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114447527025338502</id><published>2006-04-08T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:10:49.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anytime you want to you can."</title><content type='html'>"That's perfect," Tiffany said as she got into my car. She was dressed in an almost identical dress except her's was red and a lot tighter. Her hair was up and styled, it was the first time I saw her like that - she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she kissed me. She never kisses me to say hello, it's always a kiss of lust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't tell me where we were going, just gave me directions. We ended up at this one upscale lounge/bar in one of the richer suburbs. It was kind of weird parking my old car between two BMW's and not the cheap ones either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to the bar and got our first drink, but Tiffany warned me not to get too drunk. But after three drinks, we were starting to get bored and getting drunk didn't seem like such a bag thing. There a lot of guys there - but most of them old enough to be my father. I like older men, just not that old. But we did spot a couple of cute guys, Tiffany even joked one of them would be perfect. They must have saw us look and laugh because they left the group of guys they were with and headed our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was a little awkward, the talker - was a little too sure of himself, but Tiffany was able to keep him in control. At first I thought, I was stuck with the quiet one, but once we started talking and got past a few awkward moments he turned out be really cool. And it didn't hurt that he was sexy - amazing body, great face but his hair was a little too perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while, I didn't even notice when Tiffany disappeared. Tony, walked around with me looking for her. She wasn't anywhere in sight and neither was his friend. We ended up going outside to try calling them. We both tried our friends and neither got an answer. We walked around the parking lot, no sign of either of them so we ended up standing outside of Tony's car (I have no idea what kind of car it was, but it was nice). He said, his friend and him had driven together so they'd have to end up there at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a semi-warm night, well at least it felt like that at first, I did have a nice buzz going on. He held me as we waited and we ended up kissing. It was kind of sweet and romantic - however I was in no mood for any of that. My hand found it's way into his pants. It was long before he was hard - and it felt big. Not too big, but well above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I suggested we climb into his car to "keep warm" he quickly dug thru his pockets to find his remote. He opened the door than I basically pulled him in on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went right for my breasts - first caressing them thru my dress, then pulling the straps of my dress down, and pulling my tits out of my bra. He wasn't gentle but I liked that. He squeezed them, he nibbled on them, he pinched them and he bit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skirt made it's way up my hips, he was grinding against me very hard. Even thru his pants I could feel his erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anytime you want to you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He undid his pants, and pushed them down with his boxer-briefs (I love boxer briefs) down. His erection pointing at me, definitely very thick and long. He pushed my dress further up, pulled my thong out of the way and pushed into me. Filling me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fucked for a long time - at least twenty minutes, I'd say more than thirty. I wouldn't say I was bored because I was definitely enjoying him but I wanted him to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't hold back." I moaned. "I want to feel you cum." And more things that usually will make a guy cum but he kept going. Harder and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he reached the edge - I held on as he pushed further into me. He started to moan, which really turned me on. Then I felt his cock throbbing (I hate that word but there's no other way too describe it. One last time, he went deep inside of me and came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting to catch my breath when I there was a banging on the window. We jumped apart but it was only Tiffany and his friend. "Are you guys done yet?" She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly fixed our clothes and exchanged numbers. I was kind of embarrassed but I think he was more embarrassed. Really, I was just glad it wasn't the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would ever see him again - but as I was driving to Tiffany's she told me that Anthony's dad was the owner or manager of one of the five star hotel's in the middle of the city, almost right on the lake. She said, the four of us would be having a little party there tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and I got into bed together, naked but both of us were a little too tired for anything beyond kissing. I asked her, "Where did you guys disappear to? Did you guys fuck too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you little slut, we just went to a table to sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much did you see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least five minutes. He looked like he was fucking you pretty good. Mind if I fuck him too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled, and wrapped myself around her. We kissed softly then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long my relationship with Tiffany can last - but I hope it lasts a lot longer than I think it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114447527025338502?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114447527025338502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114447527025338502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114447527025338502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114447527025338502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/anytime-you-want-to-you-can.html' title='&quot;Anytime you want to you can.&quot;'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114446434742036084</id><published>2006-04-07T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:45:47.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little black dress</title><content type='html'>I'm ready to go out - I've got my little black dress. I haven't worn it since New Years, it's a little tighter now (I really need to work out more) but I think I still look pretty good in it. I really hope I don't get another cum stain on it. It's so hard to explain to the nice old man that does my dry cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strapless bra is a miracle, making my cleavage look even bigger than they are. I like to show off but this is even extreme for me - I could pop out any second. Not that it would be a bad thing. And I'm wearing a tiny black string thong, that's already damp. I have a feeling that when I'm touched tonight I just might orgasm. I'm so horny it isn't even funny. I just need Tiffany to hurry up and finish getting ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114446434742036084?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114446434742036084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114446434742036084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114446434742036084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114446434742036084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-little-black-dress.html' title='My little black dress'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114445290625842268</id><published>2006-04-07T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:35:06.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play dress up</title><content type='html'>Tiffany still isn't telling me what she has in store tonight - but she did tell me I have dress up, "conservative but sexy and classy but slutty." Whatever that means,  I asked her if I should wear a dress and she says "whatever you want." So, I think I'm going to wear a dress, I haven't worn a dress when I've gone out in a long time. Maybe a skirt but never a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going to go work out now. I'm just hoping my favorite personal trainer is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114445290625842268?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114445290625842268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114445290625842268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114445290625842268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114445290625842268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-play-dress-up.html' title='Let&apos;s play dress up'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114438504024810811</id><published>2006-04-06T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:44:00.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tired</title><content type='html'>I'm a little bit exhausted - those late nights with Tiffany are worth it but at work today I couldn't stay awake so I'm going to bed early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to Tiffany for a short time tonight - and it sounds like Friday night should be interesting. She says she has a plan for our threesome but it'll be a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114438504024810811?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114438504024810811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114438504024810811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114438504024810811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114438504024810811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-tired.html' title='Just tired'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114430384879970556</id><published>2006-04-06T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:10:48.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her vibrator - my multiple orgasm</title><content type='html'>We'll a lot has happened the past couple of nights. I'm exhausted again but in a good way. Both nights I hung out with Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday she called me while I was at work - which kind of surprised me because we really haven't talked since everything that happened Saturday night. She called me around two in the afternoon. She told me she couldn't wait to see me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock seemed to move so slowly that afternoon, it took forever to get to five. And my workout, even though it was with my new favorite personal trainer it seemed to take forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a shower, I finally made it to her house around seven. She had dinner ready for me, it wasn't anything special - just spaghetti but it was that she knew I was hungry and cooked for me. And we sat on her couch, watching the tv, joking around and laughing as we ate. I almost forgot that I was basically there for a booty call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I finished eating, her mood change. She kissed me, and we kind of just laid on her couch, kissing and just holding. There was a lot of lust - but there was also a lot of passion. We just took our time, the pace slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me about what happened Saturday night with me and Mark. I told her all the details and about Monday night. She kind of just laughed and called me "her slut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I wanted to do a threesome. I didn't hesitate to say yes. We discussed guys - Dave, Mark, Jason or maybe even just some random guy that we seduce at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to her bedroom where things got a little more serious. Our clothes came off but we just kissed and held each other some more. I was pretty much in heaven even before she went down on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips started the descent down on me - stopping at my breasts. She's so more delicate then a guy. Her kisses were soft, her sucking and nibbling on my nipples had just the right amount of force. And she caressed them, not squeezing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it went lower, going across my stomach. I laid on my back her fingers went inside of me. I spread my legs further as her mouth got closer - but she avoided the area with her tongue. Teasing me, kissing and licking every where except my pussy. But when she finally made her way to my pussy it was so amazing. She's soft - her tongue, her lips but so powerful. It wasn't long before I was moaning, as her tongue and fingers were bringing to my orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right before I was there, she stopped and said, "my turn." I didn't tease her at all - I just wanted to get her off so it would be my turn again. But it took a lot longer then I thought it would - I had to rest my mouth and tongue a couple of times before I was finally able to bring her all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I thought it was my turn, she got up and started digging thru her dresser drawer - she took out a vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told her I've never used a vibrator before - she was shocked. She told me it was a women's bestfriend. I told her about my dildo that I got as a gag gift for my eighteenth birthday. I've tried to use it but it never was the same as a real cock. But she smiled and told me her vibe was better than a real cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to say this guys - but it may be. She attacked my clit her vibe and her mouth worked on my lips and clit. It didn't take me long - maybe a few minutes before I was cumming. I felt one orgasm, I lost control I arched my back, I moaned loudly and felt all warm, then I felt the second orgasm. At first I thought it was just one orgasm but then I thought it had to be two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was - it left me speechless. Tiffany looked up at me and both smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break then took turns using her vibe on each other. We didn't stop until the battery died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, when I went over, I came over bearing a gift of a 24 pack of batteries. We went thru one set before I had to leave tonight. And it's been over an hour since I left but I can still feel her vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only worry is that it might desensitize me. One of my friends said that happened to her when she used her vibe all the time. And I plan on using the vibe all the time - or at least as much as Tiffany will let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course gets me thinking - how long will this last. It's already the longest real relationship I've ever had with a girl outside of drunken hookups with my roommate all thru college. But I think this is more than lust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114430384879970556?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114430384879970556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114430384879970556' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114430384879970556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114430384879970556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/her-vibrator-my-multiple-orgasm.html' title='Her vibrator - my multiple orgasm'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114421792063820738</id><published>2006-04-05T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:18:40.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Orgasm?</title><content type='html'>So I just got home from Tiffany's I'm exhausted. I worked out again today and I'm really sore. Then I spent the rest of the evening with Tiffany, mostly in her bed. It was amazing. I think I just had my first multiple orgasm tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details to follow when I'm not half asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114421792063820738?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114421792063820738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114421792063820738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114421792063820738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114421792063820738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/multiple-orgasm.html' title='Multiple Orgasm?'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114412524910481884</id><published>2006-04-03T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:34:09.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new fuck buddy</title><content type='html'>I wish I could find another guy like Jason. He calls me when he's horny. I call him when I'm horny. It doesn't matter when he's dating someone or if I'm dating someone. I don't get jealous. We've never had a real fight/argument and we've been messing around for five years. The sex is good. The sex is amazing. He knows exactly what I want in bed. And out of bed he makes me feel so good, he makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another fuck buddy like Jason, just someone I can see more often. But all the guys I meet are like Ryan - they're mostly in their early twenties but want to get serious, want to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should get going. I need to do a few more things before I can go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114412524910481884?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114412524910481884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114412524910481884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114412524910481884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114412524910481884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need-new-fuck-buddy.html' title='I need a new fuck buddy'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114412475139386643</id><published>2006-04-03T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:25:51.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie and a break up</title><content type='html'>Ryan came over tonight since my parents went out for something. We had a quickie but then I think we broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really was a quickie. I think it was only five minutes from when he walked in the front door to when he was cumming. I wasn't really into it. He wasn't really into it. His orgasm was just an orgasm it wasn't a climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he rolled off of me, I asked him what was wrong. And with a little prying I finally got him to open up. He asked, me if I was seeing someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him what I told him when we first started dating - that I wasn't looking for anything serious. I wasn't looking to be with one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me where I was Saturday night when he tried to call me. I could've said I was asleep - but I'm not a fan of liars. I told him I was hanging out with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he asked me, what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I said, I wasn't sure. He said, he wasn't sure he wanted to be with me anymore. It may sound kind of cruel but once he left, I was kind of glad it was over. If it really isn't over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114412475139386643?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114412475139386643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114412475139386643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114412475139386643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114412475139386643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/quickie-and-break-up.html' title='A quickie and a break up'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114410814292582107</id><published>2006-04-03T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:49:02.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workout with the personal trainer</title><content type='html'>I just got home from the gym - I haven't gone to the gym since I graduated, almost a year ago and I've been getting a little too curvy even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted, I worked out way too hard for not having worked out for so long but on the first day they provide you with a free personal trainer and he was so cute. Of course, I'm wearing baggy running pants and an old t-shirt, but I think he flirted with me some. I think he touched me a little more than he had to when he was showing me how to properly use the equipment but I could just be imagining that. And when I made a couple of jokes about how certain exercises had to be for sex, how some positions looked like sex positions and how certain equipment would be perfect for sex, he did laugh a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may have to pay for his services - A. because he's hot and well B. I should probably learn to workout properly. But I think for the next time I'm going to have wearing something a little more attractive. His next appointment, a regular he said was wearing just a sports bra and a pair of tiny shorts, a little too little for me but I can see myself wearing some tighter workout pants or shorts and at least a shirt that's tight enough where he can see I have some tits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114410814292582107?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114410814292582107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114410814292582107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114410814292582107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114410814292582107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/workout-with-personal-trainer.html' title='Workout with the personal trainer'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114404260960812920</id><published>2006-04-02T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:36:49.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim's Boyfriend Again</title><content type='html'>Last night was because I was horny but tonight was for revenge. It didn't take long for Kim's boyfriend, Mark to call me. I went over to his apartment early tonight and just got home a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any pretense. I wasn't going there to watch a movie. I wasn't going over there to talk. I went over there to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to his bedroom. We didn't waste time on foreplay, we both just went for what we wanted. He fucked me doggy style until he came. It wasn't a great orgasm, more like something we needed to get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he pulled out, we just laid there for a while. Slightly satisfied, or at least satisfied for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me how I knew Kim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him from high school then told him how she used to call me names and spread rumors about me. I asked him why he called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night was something totally different for me," He said. "You're so different from Kim. When we have sex, she just lays there. Even when she's on top she doesn't move. It's fucking boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of laughed and told him more about Kim from high school. That's when he told me about a story Kim told him today. He didn't believe it was true - the story was that I got caught in the locker room giving a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was true and when I told him I like giving head I think he was shocked because he was silent for a moment. When I started kissing his stomach, he just said "please don't stop. Kim never gives head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cock was hard by the time my mouth worked down his stomach. Usually I start by teasing, but I figured he had been teased too much. I let my lips slide around his cock. Taking him completely in my mouth. Then slowly going up and down his cock. Looking up at him, he smiled down at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I started going faster, he told me he was going to cum. I only slowed down to make him last longer. Bringing him to the edge twice before I finally let him cum. And he cums in my mouth. I enjoy every drop his cum and swallow it all. Licking a few drops that escape my mouth and fall on to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when his cell phone started ringing. He said, it was Kim then picked it up. And after a minute I can tell he's trying to get off the phone but he can't. I started to get dressed and he mouths for me to stay, but as I'm putting on my bra I whisper it's okay and to call me anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114404260960812920?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114404260960812920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114404260960812920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114404260960812920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114404260960812920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/kims-boyfriend-again.html' title='Kim&apos;s Boyfriend Again'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114400702284503685</id><published>2006-04-02T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:43:42.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Email</title><content type='html'>I've got an email address for this blog now - you can email me at thsltnxtdr AT yahoo DOT com. If you want to trade links or just chat (I can't promise anything too exciting ) you can email me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114400702284503685?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114400702284503685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114400702284503685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114400702284503685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114400702284503685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/email.html' title='Email'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114400605533574535</id><published>2006-04-02T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:27:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingere Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5840/2514/1600/90637_86_lrg_a_6300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5840/2514/320/90637_86_lrg_a_6300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5840/2514/1600/52733_28_lrg_a_6201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5840/2514/320/52733_28_lrg_a_6201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just did a little online shopping - I love Fredricks of Hollywood just wish there was one near me. I love lingerie, I pratically have a dresser full of it. It makes me feel so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I bought this little black outfit. I'm not sure who will get to see me in it first. I'm thinking Tiffany - but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a set of these boyshort panties, a red pair, a black one and orange and a pink. I love boyshort panties. First of all they make my ass look so sexy. But they're so much fun to wear. I have a bad habit of flashing them when I'm wearing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114400605533574535?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114400605533574535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114400605533574535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114400605533574535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114400605533574535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/lingere-shopping.html' title='Lingere Shopping'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114396105539852959</id><published>2006-04-02T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:30:13.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very bad (good) influence in a slutty way</title><content type='html'>Tiffany is a very bad influence but in a very good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment was packed - crowded with people I didn't know but we made our way to the keg in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I ran into that I knew was Kim, a girl I went to high school with, a mutual friend of Dave's (the guy who was throwing the party). It's the second time I've seen her since we graduated. The other time was at a bar and just like this time she went out of her way to be nice to me. Last night, she found plastic cups for me and Tiffany and acted like we were bestfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that in high school this girl hated me. And she hated me because I was having sex, just like her except she dated one guy all thru high school. I dated all of the high school including her boyfriend. She never found out about that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while, and I think I even enjoyed talking to her. I enjoyed it even more as she got pretty drunk and her boyfriend started flirting with me in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She disappeared for a while and I explained to Tiffany all about Kim, she thought it was pretty funny. But it wasn't as funny as the next time we saw Kim she was running around flashing guys. And I'm not one to talk because on more than one occasion I've done the same but it was so weird to see this girl who was basically a prude acting so wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the two kegs were kicked around midnight most of the people left, and I finally found Dave in the livingroom talking to Kim's boyfriend. He had a secret stash of liquor that he broke into once the party died out. I introduced him to Tiffany (as my friend) and they seemed to hit off a little too well. And when she found he was single, I knew what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dave went to say good bye to some people that were leaving, Tiffany leaned over to talk to me. "I think I want to sleep with you friend." She whispered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little surprised. I knew that our relationship had started pretty quickly but I really didn't see her as the one night stand kind of girl. And I guess I was a little jealous. She didn't mention anything about a threesome. But at the same time, the slut in her made me like her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she hadn't slept with a guy besides her ex in three years. I can't imagine sleeping with just one person for that long. And the last thing she told me before Dave joined us on the couch was that she thought Kim's boyfriend liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I flirted with Kim's boyfriend while Dave and Tiffany started making out but I really didn't think anything was going to happen with him until, as I was coming back from the bathroom and looked into the spare bedroom and saw Kim passed on the bed. When I told her boyfriend, I followed him as he went to investigate. He tried to wake her up but she only muttered "just let me sleep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what to do, but I did. I closed the door, turned off the lights and started kissing him. He didn't hesitate at all. In fact, he became the aggressor pretty quickly, pushing me up against the wall, lifting up my shirt and fondling me. It wasn't long before I felt his erection pressing up against me. I unzipped his pants and my hands found there way around his cock. I told him I wanted him right there. I think that's when he remembered about his girlfriend. He looked over at her, then said we should go some place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we exited the bedroom, everyone was gone from the party. Tiffany and Dave weren't on the couch anymore and the door to his room was closed. I led Kim's boyfriend  by the hand to the couch. We didn't even bother getting completely undressed, just enough for access to all the important activities. My shirt was half off, breasts out of the cups of my bra. My pants were thrown on the to the floor and thong pulled to the side. His pants were down to his knees and his hard cock pointing up at me. We didn't waste time pushing it deep inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat back on the couch and I rode him. He felt so good between my lips, going deep inside of me. He caressed my tits, sucking on them as I went up and down on his cock. Slowly at first, enjoying every movement. Then going faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lasted for a long time - enough where we started to get bored in the good kind of way. We switched positions and he got on top of me. He fucked me hard until we were both sweating and breathing hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to get close and a few very hard thrusts later, he pulled out and exploded across my stomach. A couple drops even hit me in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled off of me and we kind of just laid there for a while. Only moving to get me a tissue to clean up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realized what he had done but didn't seem to care too much. We even joked about it a little. I offered to do it any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up driving me home. When I peeked into Dave's room, he was on top her but stopped when the door opened. I would've liked to watch the show but instead told her I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promised to call me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to help Kim get to the car and put her into the backseat which was kind of odd considering her boyfriend had just cum on me. And when we got to my house, I looked back to Kim, she was snoring and I told him I wanted to make him cum a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's time for me to get to try to get some more sleep. I woke up a little too early today - I think the time change is messing me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114396105539852959?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114396105539852959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114396105539852959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114396105539852959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114396105539852959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-bad-good-influence-in-slutty-way.html' title='A very bad (good) influence in a slutty way'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114394707537807169</id><published>2006-04-01T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:04:35.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Live</title><content type='html'>So I have a feeling tonight is going to be pretty wild. I'm waiting for Tiffany to pick me up then we're going to one of my friend's apartment. He just moved out and is throwing as house warming party. He's thrown some pretty crazy parties in the past and now that he has his own place I think it's going to be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to hanging out with Tiffany and Jason tonight but he had other plans. I tried to hint at what he was going to miss but I think he has a date or something. His loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wish me luck and hope I get a lot of sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114394707537807169?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114394707537807169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114394707537807169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114394707537807169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114394707537807169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/saturday-night-live.html' title='Saturday Night Live'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114387309699285403</id><published>2006-04-01T07:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T07:29:45.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful night</title><content type='html'>So I had a lot of fun last night, even before we got into bed I had a lot of fun. We went to a bar instead of a club this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a ton of cute guys there, I even got a number and a lot of free drinks.  But there was only one person I wanted to get into bed with, but she was talking to some guy for a long time. I don't know if I'd called it jealously, but it didn't make me happy that she was talking to him. I was a little bit drunk when I whispered to her, asking her if she wanted to take him home. She laughed, then whispered back to me - "There's only one person I want to go home with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point her friend disappeared and we were joined at the bar by a group of really cute guys. We were flirting with them, drinking a little too fast. I didn't realize how drunk I was until I spilled part of my drink on me. I was wearing a pretty low cut shirt so it dripped right into my cleavage. All the guys saw it and so did Tiffany. And she kind of surprised me, she licked and sucked the spillage off of my breasts and then some. That got all the guys attentions. And it was kind of blur but I remember one of them daring us to kiss, it didn't take much to get Tiffany to lean over and kiss me. She didn't stop there she groped me and all the guys in the group were shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tired but I whispered into her ear that I wanted to go to bed. And to the guys disappointment, she grabbed me by the hand and we went outside. It wasn't long before a cab was there. As soon as we were in the cab, Tiffany started kissing me again. I looked up and saw the driver watching us in the rear view mirror and told Tiffany. She didn't care, she said "let's give him a show," as she basically ripped my tank top off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little too drunk to tell, but I think the cab drive just drove around in circles for a while, as we kissed and made out. When we finally got to her apartment building, he asked if he could come up. We said no, but he didn't charge us any fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty drunk and really tired but as soon as we were in her bed I got a second wind. Things slowed down, as we just kissed for a while and slowly snaked out of our clothes. When I worked my way down to her pussy, I took my time. Teasing her as much as I could before I tasted her. I did more than taste her though. I used all my tricks, all my technique to make her cum. Listening to her moan, was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went down on me, then we collapsed, went right to sleep in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we took a shower together. No oral, just lots of kissing and holding and hot water. And while she was getting ready for work, she asked me about Ryan. It was very nonchalant - but it woke me up. I told her I had someone else in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already told Jason, what happened at his apartment last weekend after he passed out. He didn't believe me, we'll see what happens when I call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just so everyone knows this isn't my best writing - I'm hungover and couldn't get back to sleep so I thought I should write it down.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114387309699285403?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114387309699285403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114387309699285403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114387309699285403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114387309699285403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-wonderful-night.html' title='What a wonderful night'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114385403843546013</id><published>2006-03-31T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:13:58.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little time to kill</title><content type='html'>I have a little time before Tiffany gets out of work - and even though there's a passion inside of me that I can't control - I'm going to be very good and not satisfy myself. I hope it'll be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114385403843546013?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114385403843546013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114385403843546013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114385403843546013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114385403843546013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-time-to-kill.html' title='A little time to kill'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114378696132915291</id><published>2006-03-30T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:36:01.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day Of Spring</title><content type='html'>Today we got our first taste of spring in the Chicago area. It's only when you get the first day of warmth and sunshine do you realize how depressing the cold and dreary days of winter can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan took the opportunity to head out to one of the forest preserves. It's only ten minutes from my house but it's another world - it's almost possible to forget that we don't live in the middle of the suburbs. It's even kind of romantic with the sun setting and a warm breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fairly secluded parking lot with a great view that I've gone to with more than a few guys. Most of the time, I've gone there at night but there was no around today. The park isn't even officially open yet so we had it pretty much to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the hood of his car just talking for a while. Longer than I thought we would, honestly we've never really talked before. But it was nice - we talked about where we wanted to go in our careers, what we really wanted from life and way too serious things like that. But it wasn't long before we started talking about sex. He asked how many guys I've been with. I told him a lot but he wanted a specific number, I gave him a specific number, just a little toned down from the actual number. He wanted to know what I really liked about sex. I told him I like almost everything and he pressed it further, wanting to know which act I like the most. I really don't think there's one specific act that I like the most. I told him I loved guys going down on me. Which is true but I think I'd much rather please a guy than have him please me. I'm not sure why, because I love to orgasm but there's something special to me about being able to make a guy orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to do his best to please me, as soon as my clothes came off he went down on me. I climbed halfway on to the hood of his car and his tongue and fingers went to work on me. And it felt good, especially with the warm air blowing across my naked skin but it wasn't enough to make me orgasm. I really wanted him to fuck me. In fact I begged him to fuck me until he did. He stood up and let his pants and boxers fall down to the ground. His hard cock pointed towards me. He told me, I was so wet and didn't believe it was him that made him so wet. And maybe thoughts of Tiffany had gone thru my head as he had eaten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lasted a lot longer today - long enough for us both to enjoy it. For us to enjoy everything around us, the warm air the beautiful scenery. I watched him fuck me, his cock thrusting deep into me. I watched every muscle move as he pounded me. I spread my legs further - he pushed harder into me, faster he fucked. And then he came - he exploded. It was only then that he looked me in the eye and we kissed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a need for a second attempt - this one left us breathing hard and exhausted. It wasn't even like it was the same guy as yesterday. It was more like the guy I had met at a club, taken me home and fucked me all night long. But then that guy disappeared and didn't reappear until today. For a while he even made me forget about Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for long - Friday night we have another date when she gets out of work. She works the closing shift, I just hope I can last that long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114378696132915291?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114378696132915291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114378696132915291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114378696132915291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114378696132915291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-day-of-spring.html' title='The First Day Of Spring'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114369765140689595</id><published>2006-03-29T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:47:33.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Premature Ejaculation leads to Anal Sex?</title><content type='html'>When I'm with Ryan there's time I feel like I'm back in high school. (I don't get this feeling with Jason or Tiffany) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we spent an hour looking for a place to have sex. There's times when I can sneak him into my bedroom but tonight was not one of those nights, not with my dad sitting in the livingroom where we'd have to walk right past him to get to my room. My mom knows I have sex, and I'm sure he knows too, just doesn't want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my point sorry for the tangent. We drove around for an hour. We both grew up in the area so we know a lot of the secluded makeout places but it seemed like none would work tonight. One place had a cop parked right were we usually parked. Another had a bunch of teenagers sitting around a car drinking. Where are the cops when you need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up driving around until we were in the middle of nowhere and considering we live in the suburbs we must have been driving for a while. I said just pull off into a field. But he kept driving until he noticed a home development under construction. It was actually pretty cool - there were all these half built homes and we were probably the first people to have sex in that neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've loved to have sex on the hood of his car, or maybe inside one of the houses but it's still a little cold here so we climbed into the backseat of his car. Didn't even get completely naked, just my jeans came off, panties were pulled to the side and he climbed on top of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But less than a minute into it he came. Now usually I'm not this mean, but it just slipped - "Well, this was worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pissed but I started apologizing right away. And before he could get dressed I offered to do anything to make it up. That was a mistake because all he wanted to do was anal. There's times that I've liked anal but those times I had lube. In the middle of nowhere without any lube - I became the best girlfriend ever and agreed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fooled around for a while, until he was ready again. I was hoping he would forget but I knew he wouldn't. We took the rest of my clothes off and I got in a doggy position which isn't that easy in a car. He took a look around for anyone or any other cars then I felt the tip of his cock against me. He tried to push it in but I was too nervous to relax. He pushed harder and I jumped away in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'm a little crazy but the pain turned me on more. After it died down a little we got back into position. It hurt as he was finally able to enter my ass but it felt so good as he went deep inside of me. He didn't last much longer this time but when he came we were both feeling pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought he'd be a guy into anal, well I guess most guys would be if they could. But he always seemed pretty hesitant, I kind of see him in a new and darker light now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114369765140689595?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114369765140689595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114369765140689595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114369765140689595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114369765140689595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/premature-ejaculation-leads-to-anal.html' title='Premature Ejaculation leads to Anal Sex?'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114368242039862264</id><published>2006-03-29T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:33:40.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After sex glow</title><content type='html'>Glowing - that's how people at work described me today. I was in a good mood all day long at work, I'm usually pretty happy at work but today I was happy to do even the most boring and routine tasks and projects. One of the older ladies even said my skin was glowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the girls my age said, "You must've gotten some really good sex last night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and said, "If you only knew." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to know all the details but luckily one of our supervisors needed her to work on something before I had to make up a cover story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have to get ready to go see Ryan. I know it is going to be as satisfying as last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114368242039862264?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114368242039862264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114368242039862264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114368242039862264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114368242039862264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-sex-glow.html' title='After sex glow'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114361288406220090</id><published>2006-03-28T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:14:44.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A workout with Tiffany</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted right now - had a very intense "workout" this evening with Tiffany. I'm not sure if I have the energy to write it all down right now but I want to try while it's still fresh in my head. And I'm not sure where to start so I guess I'll start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't decide what do to do tonight so we decided to start at the bar/restaurant in the mall she works in. We were supposed to meet at 5:15 - when she still wasn't there at six I thought I was being stood up. I haven't been stood up since high school so I don't do good at waiting. But she finally showed up a little after six - she said she had been with a crazy customer until after five and her boss wouldn't let her leave until she finished some project she was working on. I didn't say it but I wanted to ask her why she didn't call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple of drinks while tried to decide what to do. We talked about getting something to eat, going shopping or even a movie but nothing really appealed to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept drinking. Mind you, that I've been drinking since a little after five and I hadn't eaten. I was beginning to get a little drunk and a lot horny. And when she put her hand on my thigh it was too much for me. I whispered, "I want you to take advantage of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to do more than take advantage of you. I want to eat you out all night long." She whispered back to me - it was so raw it made me wet. It wasn't long before we paid our bill and she was driving me to her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I need anymore alcohol but we had another drink of wine at her apartment but we left the glasses half full on her dresser as we made our way to her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was slow, we took our time. Enjoying every minute that we kissed. Slowly our clothes came off. We licked, bit and tasted each other all over. And when I took off her bra I was literally amazed by her breasts. Now, I've seen more than a few breasts between gym class, roommate and a few flings but her's were the best I've ever seen. So perfect, perky and round. Not huge, a 34b or 34c at the most, just perfect. And they felt perfect in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers found there way inside of me first. My pants were half undone and her hand slipped beneath the fabric of my thong. And she new exactly where to touch me, how to finger me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of my clothes came off, her lips joined her fingers. She was so delicate - unlike most guys - and so sensitive to what I needed. It wasn't long before I was moaning loud, breathing hard and begging her for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I was able to breath again, we held each other for a while. Completely naked on her bed, everything felt perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed, caressed and took turns pleasing each other for what seemed like hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When were done, it just felt right. It felt like something I could do every night. I was literally weak when I got out of her bed - I haven't had that feeling for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114361288406220090?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114361288406220090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114361288406220090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114361288406220090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114361288406220090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/workout-with-tiffany.html' title='A workout with Tiffany'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114353056443960587</id><published>2006-03-28T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:22:44.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little fun - Tiffany</title><content type='html'>I just spent an hour on the phone with Tiffany. We've been kind of avoiding each other since our little makeout session. Maybe avoiding is the wrong word because we've talked a couple of times on the phone before tonight but it was kind of awkward and we only talked for a few minutes. But tonight we got everything out into the open and I already feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the problem was that neither of us knew where this thing was going. But after a while of talking around the subject we finally came to the conclusion that neither of us were looking for a serious relationship - "just a little fun when the boys weren't around." Her words not mine, but they made my panties wet tonight. Fantasies of her are running thru my head right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to seeing her again, which hopefully will be tomorrow night. We talked about going to dinner, or maybe shopping together. I think that would be a lot of fun but I wouldn't mind just going to her house with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114353056443960587?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114353056443960587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114353056443960587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114353056443960587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114353056443960587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-little-fun-tiffany.html' title='Just a little fun - Tiffany'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114352189864137481</id><published>2006-03-27T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:58:18.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Sex Positions</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have one favorite position - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being on top when I want to feel in control. Not in control in the Dominating way but when I I want to control the pace and depth. I love looking down at him, him looking up at me. I love when the guy will caress my breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's times I love doggy style. Him fucking me from behind makes me feel like such a slut. I love the way it feels. I love feeling him go deep into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like just plain old missionary position. It can be so intense. Him above me, feeling his weight on me, my legs spread far apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few others, but they're not really for everyday use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114352189864137481?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114352189864137481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114352189864137481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114352189864137481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114352189864137481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-sex-positions.html' title='My Favorite Sex Positions'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114351219222644293</id><published>2006-03-27T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:16:32.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack's Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;How could you possibly hold out like that? (Like not ripping off Tiff's clothes?)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that's been bothering me since I dropped Tiffany off the other night. I don't think I have a good answer for that. There were a few reasons - we were at someone else's place, I was nervous. She was nervous. I think a lot more is going to happen. It's just kind of different then being with a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114351219222644293?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114351219222644293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114351219222644293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114351219222644293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114351219222644293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/zacks-question.html' title='Zack&apos;s Question'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114344105758375711</id><published>2006-03-27T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:30:57.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night/Sunday morning sex</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, I went into the city with Ryan and his friends. We usually stay at the apartment of one of his friends, then go around to a bunch of different bars. It's usually very intoxicating and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to at least six different bars and had a few drinks in each and were pretty drunk by the time we stumbled back into the apartment. It doesn't take much to get me horny - and I get even more horny when I'm drunk. It didn't matter that we were sleeping on the pull out couch in the middle of the apartment living room, as soon as everyone else went into their rooms, I was all over Ryan. The only problem was that he was a little too drunk. I used my hands, I used my mouth, I even used my tits but we couldn't get him hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I woke up at six am - I got something to drink then as I got back into bed I noticed he was hard. It didn't take me long to wake him up, then I climbed on top of him. Putting his cock deep inside of me. It wasn't great sex, but he did last for a while before he finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to sleep after we got redressed, and I went to sleep with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114344105758375711?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114344105758375711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114344105758375711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114344105758375711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114344105758375711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-nightsunday-morning-sex.html' title='Saturday night/Sunday morning sex'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114344017290199183</id><published>2006-03-26T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:16:12.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night - it may have only been making out</title><content type='html'>Wow - what a weekend. I think I was still hungover tonight at like 6 p.m. And I know I'm still exhausted, even after sleeping off and on most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started Friday night. We went straight to one of the clubs in the suburbs, I was told by one of my friends it was supposed to be hot - but it was pretty dead. We had a couple drinks, and spent a lot of time critiquing other girl's outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Jason called, telling me he knew about a better place, and to pick him up we didn't have much of a problem leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Jason's place - but instead of just picking him up and driving to the next place, we spent the next hour baby-sitting him. He was drunk and I've known him for a five years and I've never seen him drunk. I guess his friends took him to a happy hour and got him wasted to celebrate him being single again. Too bad we were the ones stuck taking care of him. He was a pain but Tiffany found him more funny then annoying. They seemed to get a long pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Jason finally passed out, we were both a little too tired to go to another club. It was only around 1 a.m but after we finished the drinks Jason insisted on us having we gathered up our stuff to leave. I checked in on Jason, he was still sound asleep and snoring rather loudly. Tiffany had followed me into his room and I didn't know that and when I turned around to leave the room we bumped right into each other. At first we backed away from each other, then in the semi-darkness we reached out to each other. We held each other as we kissed. The kiss was lustful, and full of passion. Her lips were soft and delicate but very strong. And it was better than I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We somehow landed on his couch, she was on top of me. She was the aggressor, her hands exploring my body. It was all very PG. Above the clothes but very hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made out for only a short time, but while we did it was heaven. And when we finally left, we held hands, it was more romantic than anything else. And we kissed once more in front of her apartment. We talked about me sleeping over but she had to be at work early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have only been making out but I was more than happy. And I'm really looking forward to the next time I see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114344017290199183?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114344017290199183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114344017290199183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114344017290199183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114344017290199183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-night-it-may-have-only-been.html' title='Friday Night - it may have only been making out'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114323567763281615</id><published>2006-03-24T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:28:17.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get nervous. Tonight, is the night I hang out with Tiffany. I spent much of the day while I was at work day dreaming of her. Twice I could feel my panties get damp as imagined her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know. I don't know if she likes me. I don't even know if she's bi. She's talked a lot about her ex-boyfriend and how she wants to find a new "lover." I have a feeling that she is bi but so far there's been no verbal confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping a couple of drinks tonight will loosen me up. I'll try to play it safe, wait for her to make the first move. Or maybe wait for that sign. Or maybe, I'll just be the slut that I am and go for it the instant we're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about it. Time for my nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114323567763281615?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114323567763281615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114323567763281615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114323567763281615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114323567763281615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114323492089262402</id><published>2006-03-24T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:15:20.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday afternoon update</title><content type='html'>I got home early today - some Friday's my job it's like everyone is just in a rush to get out. The first Friday this happened, I stayed until 5 p.m. even though I was the last person in the office. The next week, one of the girls told me that the secret was that as soon as boss left - everyone else could leave. Just not all at the same time. I thought it was pretty funny but I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will complain about Ryan. We were supposed to have some time together this afternoon. I called him when I noticed the boss leave work early today. We arranged to meet at my house but when I get there, he calls me and says he won't be able to make it. He's stuck at work with a client. I just told him I'd be waiting naked in my bed, pleasing myself until he got there. He said, he'd try to get here but I think it's going to be a party of one. And don't tell him but I'm probably going to just take a nap instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114323492089262402?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114323492089262402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114323492089262402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114323492089262402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114323492089262402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-afternoon-update.html' title='Friday afternoon update'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114317671551985270</id><published>2006-03-23T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:05:15.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling him inside of me</title><content type='html'>Almost five years since the first time we touched - every touch tonight with my lover, Jason felt special. Even just an hour in bed with him can satisfy me. With him it's never boring. It's not as exciting as our first time - but it's far from dull. I can't get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first time in two months felt like it had just been two hours. As soon as we saw each other, it was just like "old times." We never even made it into the coffee shop, instead we went to his apartment. As soon as the door was closed - we kissed. Our clothes quickly fell off and we made our way to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tongue knows exactly how to work me. The quality of his work between my legs hasn't been duplicated been many people and only a few guys. It doesn't take him long to bring me to my first orgasm. I think we've only been in his house for ten minutes when I start to moan his name. He always makes me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my orgasm, he slowly works his way up. As his body moves above me, I can feel his hard cock brush up against my thighs as it gets closer. Then I feel it between my lips, he pushes my legs further apart and enters me. He fills me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never rushes, takes his time. He's not in a race to cum. We both enjoy it, not wanting it to ever stop. He's calm but at the same time every thrust is intense. And then there's no holding back, he becomes an animal and fucks me deep, hard and fast. His orgasm leaves him speechless. We both looked at each other and kissed again. He's only half erect, but I still hold him tight, I don't want him to ever pull out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid in his bed talking, I told him I couldn't wait another two months to feel him inside of me again. He promised that I wouldn't ever have to wait. Which is code for - "I broke up with my girlfriend and I want to fuck you a lot until I find a new girl." Which, I think is okay with me. It's not like I'm in a position to complain. I don't have to tell him about Ryan - he just assumes I have a boyfriend. He asks me if he's special. My answer is that "I don't know" and he laughs. That's when his cock finally slips out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay silently for a while, then he tells me he misses me. We kissed again, this time with more passion less lust but it isn't long before I'm climbing on top of him. His hard cock between my legs. I tease him for too long before I finally lower myself on to him. I ride him until he cums one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt we'll go two more months without seeing each other again. I doubt it'll be 24 hours before I feel him inside of me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114317671551985270?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114317671551985270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114317671551985270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114317671551985270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114317671551985270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-him-inside-of-me.html' title='Feeling him inside of me'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114316756306211184</id><published>2006-03-23T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:32:43.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Lover"</title><content type='html'>So my "lover" called me tonight. For the past five years, we've had an on again - off again. We've had a lot of great sex but were never able to get the relationship thing going. It's pretty much just lust now - and it seems to fade whenever one of us is in a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to get coffee and "talk." I hope this talk is like our past talks which usually involved at least a couple of steamy hours of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully when I get back I have some intersting stories to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114316756306211184?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114316756306211184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114316756306211184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114316756306211184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114316756306211184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-lover.html' title='My &quot;Lover&quot;'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114309541743576636</id><published>2006-03-23T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:30:17.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmsexxxx</title><content type='html'>I finally had sex today. It seemed like forever. I feel like I'm 15 sometimes, but I guess this happens when your boyfriend and you still live at home. I mean my parent's know I'm having sex, well my mom does, my dad just doesn't want to admit it but it's still awkward bringing a guy home. So we've mastered the car sex, and just about every where sex besides at home sex, but nothing beats having sex in a bed. Ryan and I were going to go out tonight, which usually leads to car sex, but when my parent's went out (and they never go out) I told him to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quickie, I don't even think there was any foreplay. As soon as he got here, we went straight to my room. And it was quick but it was what I needed. It felt so good to have him inside of me. It felt so good have him on top of me. To hold his ass he thrust into me. And then there was that one final, hard and deep thrust. Feeling his cock throb and explode. I love having men explode inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114309541743576636?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114309541743576636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114309541743576636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114309541743576636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114309541743576636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/mmmmsexxxx.html' title='mmmmsexxxx'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114309382433779929</id><published>2006-03-22T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:03:44.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany</title><content type='html'>So I called the girl back from the mall - Tiffany. We actually ended up talking for a while until she said her manager came by and she had to get off the phone. At first it was just about what I had bought the other day but then we started talking. She said, she just moved to the area recently. She moved here because her boyfriend got some sort of job here, but two weeks after they moved here they broke up. She doesn't have a lot of friends and really doesn't do much. But we made tenative plans to do something this weekend. I told her I would give her a tour of some of the better bars and clubs. I have a feeling there might be something more. I'm hoping there's something more. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114309382433779929?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114309382433779929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114309382433779929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114309382433779929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114309382433779929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiffany.html' title='Tiffany'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114309321774872005</id><published>2006-03-22T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:53:37.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Comment Zack</title><content type='html'>I wanted to thank Zack for breaking my comment cherry - then I wanted to apologize for deleting it. For some reason with this design the comments were showing up in two spots. I thought I was going to delete the right one, but it didn't exactly work out that way. So Zack please take my comment virginty again and I promise to share all of the details of my sexual adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114309321774872005?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114309321774872005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114309321774872005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114309321774872005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114309321774872005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks-for-comment-zack.html' title='Thanks For The Comment Zack'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114307603026211767</id><published>2006-03-22T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:07:10.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One On One Meeting</title><content type='html'>I so want my boss - actually he isn't my boss, he's my boss' boss. Today, I got called up to his office. It was the first time I was up there with just him. Usually I go with my coworkers or my boss but today he just needed to know about the project I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got there, he was on the phone but his secretary sent me in and shut the door behind me. I thought that was kind of unusual but I wasn't going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His phone conversation was pretty dull at first - which gave me time to day dream. Of course me being me I started to fantasize about him. I think he's at least forty but I can tell he has a great body still. And his voice is so sexy. He makes my panties wet. I imagined him taking me on his desk or maybe on his leather couch. Or maybe standing up, me pressed against the window and him using me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I snapped out of my dream just as he hung up the phone. For the most part it was a pretty boring meeting but at one point I was standing over his desk explaining something leaning forward, close enough to smell his cologne. I leaned a little too far over, not even on purpose but he had a perfect view down my shirt. We both noticed it at the same time. I covered it up with my hand but after a minute I let it back down, not by accident. He didn't say anything but I noticed him looking and pretended not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to our next one on one meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114307603026211767?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114307603026211767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114307603026211767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114307603026211767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114307603026211767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-on-one-meeting.html' title='One On One Meeting'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114300840141570270</id><published>2006-03-22T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:20:01.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No sex for two days - a new record?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys - sorry no update. But there hasn't been much to post and I haven't had time to not post. I've been just busy, haven't even had sex for two days - a new record for me. And it doesn't look good for any sex until Wednesday night. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales girl from the mall called me - but I didn't get the message until a few minutes ago. I really need to check my voicemail more often. The way she talked, it sounded like she wasn't calling to follow up on the sale. At least I hope. I think I'm going to call her after work tomorrow. I'm actually kind of nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to wake up early in the morning so I have to go to sleep. I'm tired but I may need to satisfy myself before I fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114300840141570270?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114300840141570270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114300840141570270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114300840141570270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114300840141570270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-sex-for-two-days-new-record.html' title='No sex for two days - a new record?'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114283466530547010</id><published>2006-03-19T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:04:27.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted something to happen</title><content type='html'>When we finally got to the mall - it was packed, and really kind of boring. The first few stores I tried on things there wasn't really an opportunity for us to try anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we went into Express. I was looking through the shirts with this blonde sales girl came up to me. Ryan - did a double take. I'll even admit she was hot. She had cleavage all pushed up and a tiny bit of the lace of her black bra peaked out - I caught Ryan staring a couple times as she helped us. And usually aggressive sales people - turn me off but she seemed to be pushy but not to pushy and she had a great eye and picked up on my style pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though the store was packed - she spent at least ten minutes with me helping me pick out some things. And then she takes me to a fitting room. And while I'm changing I hear her flirting with, joking with Ryan. With all the things I do I have no right to be jealous but I was. And when I came out of the room to show them the outfit, I tried to give her a dirty look but she was too nice to me. She went and grabbed a couple different sizes in some things and grabbed another outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then things got interesting. I was changing into another outfit when she comes back with the other sizes. All I had on was my bra on and a tiny string thong, I was bent over pulling on a pair of pants on when she opened the door. I was a little surprised but she acted like it was normal. Nothing happened - she just helped me into a few things but at one point her hands were on my waist from behind me and I wanted something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up spending more than I planned but I think I have my whole spring wardrobe for work now. And as we were leaving she asked for my phone number. I did a double but she explain it was so she could check into see how everything worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we leave and we're driving home - I tell him that I thought she was hitting on us. He tells me I'm crazy, she was just trying to get a sale. I hope he's wrong, I hope she calls soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114283466530547010?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114283466530547010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114283466530547010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114283466530547010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114283466530547010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wanted-something-to-happen.html' title='I wanted something to happen'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114283291132381998</id><published>2006-03-19T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:35:11.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I definitely needed it</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I didn't wait to get to the mall - when he got to my house to pick me up - I wasn't ready yet. I don't take as long as some girls I know but I wasn't even dressed and usually he'll plop down on my bed and grabs the tv controller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday my parents were gone and he grabs me, pushes me on the bed. He's usually not that aggressive - it's weird but usually I'm the aggressor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He unwraps the towel and smiles. He unzips his jeans and together we pulled out his cock. He didn't even get undressed. He fucked me doggy style and he felt so good inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a couple of days but I think it had been the longest we've gone without having sex since we started fooling around. It wasn't the best sex, he came after just a few minutes but I definitely needed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114283291132381998?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114283291132381998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114283291132381998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114283291132381998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114283291132381998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-definitely-needed-it.html' title='I definitely needed it'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114270224233851021</id><published>2006-03-18T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T11:17:22.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting Room Fun</title><content type='html'>I'm going to get going in a bit - I'm going to the mall with my the guy I'm kind of dating, Ryan. (I guess sometime soon I should do a post about all the people in my life) Last time, we went shopping I tried to get him to join me in a fitting room. I'm the adventurous one  when it comes to sex in wild places but he usually will play along. And we've done it some pretty unusual places but the fitting room must seem to risky for him because he just looked at me like I was crazy when I suggested it. Maybe, I'll get a different reaction this time. I'm hoping that it's really busy so that the sales people wouldn't notice if he joined me in fitting room. But even if we got caught, what's the worse that could happen - we get kicked out of the store. It's not like there isn't other stores or malls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114270224233851021?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114270224233851021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114270224233851021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114270224233851021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114270224233851021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/fitting-room-fun.html' title='Fitting Room Fun'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114269646030843401</id><published>2006-03-18T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:41:00.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Jessica Simpson Isn't That Bad Afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5840/2514/1600/jessicasimpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5840/2514/320/jessicasimpson.jpg" border="0" alt="Jessica Simpson" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a friend that is a huge fan of Jessica Simpson - I'm not exactly sure why. But my friend has Jessica Simpson's Louis Vuitton handbag ($3500) and even bought her lickable body fragrance that I don't think anyone else ever bought. She's even done her hair like Jessica's and dresses like Jessica sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all kind of scary to me. I hate Jessica's music, I don't think she can act and I don't think her blonde ditzyness is an act. But this week did something that made me like her a little bit - she snubbed the Republicans and George Bush. Now, I'm not that big into politics but I'm a liberal, probably even more than the Democrats and I think it's important to at least know what's going on in the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/chi-0603170128mar17,1,5460134.story?coll=chi-newsnationworld-hed"&gt;Jessica Simpson Has GOP Frowning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; WASHINGTON -- Did Jessica Simpson snub the president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer and pizza pitchwoman was on Capitol Hill on Thursday to lobby for Operation Smile, which provides reconstructive surgery to children with deformities. But most folks were more interested in why she turned down an invitation to attend a GOP fundraiser with President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We went back and forth and we could never get the details worked out," said her father and manager, Joe Simpson. "When it became obvious that it . . . was more of a fundraising event, that is the wrong purpose of why we are here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, he said of Bush: "We are huge fans of him and of his family, his girls. Jessica loves the heck out of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked about the rejection, House Majority Leader John Boehner said, "You know, I really feel like I got bagged."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114269646030843401?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114269646030843401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114269646030843401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114269646030843401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114269646030843401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-jessica-simpson-isnt-that-bad.html' title='Maybe Jessica Simpson Isn&apos;t That Bad Afterall'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114269571231947069</id><published>2006-03-18T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:28:32.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so happy St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm not sure what I'm doing awake already. I should be very hungover right now and very asleep but I'm neither right now. I'm a little dehydrated right now but other than that I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, last night was kind of a bust. The first bar I went to was way to crowded, there was even a line to get into it and there's never a line to get into it. But since it was a bar I've been to more than a few times, the bouncer knows me so my friends and I skipped the line. That was a pretty nice feeling just cutting in front of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside, it was pack and almost impossible to get to the bar, which made it really difficult to get drunk. Even with so many people there, there were no cute guys anywhere in the crowd. To make it even worse, two very non-cute guys in different parts of the bar grouped and fondled me. I love having my breasts played and fondled but only when it's by people I want touching them. And once was bad enough, but being grabbed twice in a matter of minutes, I knew it was time to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to one of the clubs - that's either really good or really bad. Last night, it was really bad. But I did end up dancing with a really cute guy. But within a couple minutes he gets a little too comfortable with me. He starts grinding his body against me, which with the right guy can be really hot, but I was in a bad mood and when he got a hard-on and started poking me with it, I had enough. I tried walking away, but he follows me off the dance floor. And when I tell him I'm going to get a drink, he offers to buy. But even a few drinks and a couple shots, didn't make him anymore interesting to me. When I went home, I did give him my number but I'm hoping he doesn't call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114269571231947069?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114269571231947069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114269571231947069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114269571231947069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114269571231947069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-so-happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Not so happy St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114263527995860493</id><published>2006-03-17T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:41:19.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've had a little bit of time to kill this afternoon - I've been a little bit more than a little bored this afternoon, which is why I probably started this blog. It's been on my mind for a while now but today I was off from work and I finally had the time to start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this evening, I'm hoping things are nowhere close to being boring. I'm going bar hopping tonight with my friends, which I guess is really the only true way to show you're proud of your Irish heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a wild time - just nothing as wild as last year. Last year, when I was still in college I woke up at 7 a.m for Kegs and Eggs. This was after staying at the bars until four that morning. I think I was still drunk when I had my first beer of the morning. I went with my friends to little parade that went down the main street in our small little college town. I don't I've ever had so much fun at a parade. We even bought a few beers in brown bags to drink at the parade - the cops didn't even say anything. It may have helped that me and my friend flashed our tits to one cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always horny and love to show off my body but I guess, I should warn you - whenever I get drunk I become really horny and  really become an exhibitionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, I went back home with the guy I was fooling around with at the time. We had just had sex earlier that morning when we woke up but that didn't stop my cravings. We had sex once more before we passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, I woke up that evening, my friends were either still drinking or starting to drink again. Somehow we made it to one of the college bars. I don't remember much besides hooking up with one of my guy friends. But before anything could happen I was thrown out of the bar when I put my hands into his jeans. Normally, I would've gone to another bar but that night I decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I plan on getting my drink on - but I think I'm going to stay sober enough to enjoy any guys I might encounter tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114263527995860493?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114263527995860493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114263527995860493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114263527995860493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114263527995860493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24273584.post-114263336486200349</id><published>2006-03-17T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:21:05.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Sex Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey everyone - welcome to my blog. I'm a twenty-something female living in the suburbs in a major Midwest city. I graduated college last year, and I work 9-5 at a fortune 500 company.  I like going shopping with my friends. I love having a little to drink on the weekends and going out to clubs and bars.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside I seem like the average girl. I have a pretty average body, average looks. I really do look like the girl next door. But on the inside I'm a sex vixen. I love sex, maybe a little too much. I love everything sexual. I've been with more than a few guys and I've even had a few encounters with other females.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had a  written sex diary since I started having sexual encounters. The exhibition in me has had the urge to  post my diary for the entire world to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, come join me on this journey. I'm not sure where it's going but I'm sure it'll be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24273584-114263336486200349?l=next-door-slut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/feeds/114263336486200349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24273584&amp;postID=114263336486200349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114263336486200349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24273584/posts/default/114263336486200349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-door-slut.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-my-sex-blog.html' title='Welcome To My Sex Blog'/><author><name>The Slut Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05747990621382552170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/msacras/the_slut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
