My Name Is Anonymous.

( Survey. Copy if you want. )

So, I added a couple of people and also I haven't really been around for the past few weeks, so I'm making a reminder list as to who I am and what I'm about. [Also to anyone who wants to friend me.]

- My name is Jessica and I am 23 years old.-
- I go to Cosmetology school and I am graduating as an esthetician next week Tuesday. [It's for skin care if you don't know.]-
- I live with my parents, but I'm trying to move out for the second time. -
- I have a boyfriend that I've been with for four years on 2/4/10. We're not thinking about marriage, but he is definitely number one to me and he tries to be the best boyfriend that he can. -
- I have a really broad interest in music, mythology, food, movies and cartoons. -
- I like to write in my journal; creative writing - stories. I like people to comment, but I'm not going to complain if you don't - and please don't try to be polite. -
- I have a solid background of reading since I was five years old and I hate people who intentionally misspell things to look cool. -
- I have had animals all my life, but after my cat died, I found out that I was allergic to them. -
- I smoke a lot of pot. I'm trying to back off, but it's hard when it's fun and it relaxes me. -
- I don't trust people. That will probably be my downfall in my relationship, but it's really hard when you live an hour away from each other. -
- One of my best friends is my ex and I still dally sometimes for his affection. -
- I don't do comment wars. It's not because I'm a coward or because I am scared. It's because it's nonsense. Grow up and get off my journal if you're going to be a three year old. -
- I'm a true, loyal friend. I love my friends. I would take a bullet for specific friends that I have and my boyfriend if there happened to be that situation. -
- I also write about how my boyfriend and I fight; I can't help it. There is a lot going on in my life and that happens to be what I like to spill about, even if the shit we fight about is fucking stupid. I think we all know how that is. -
- I am the eldest of five. I have an infant sister and a three year old brother that I am living with right now and I can only imagine what kind of hell my step-mom and dad are going through because I have my own. -
- I work at a salon. I am the office manager and I have a lot of issues that no one gives a shit about in real life, so I will post them here. My boss makes me insane and expects me to keep up with her. ANGER. -
- I have a facebook. If you all want it, tell me and I will pass it around. -
- Also, I love Lady Gaga. Don't judge me with your judging eyes. :] -

If you want to know more, comment. [shrugs] I'm really easygoing and I LOVE friends.

Indéfinissable comme le vent, mon coeur sèvre pourtant du sein qu'il avait nourri sur. J'ai eu un démon, un visage qui a volé de l'utérus de ma mère et dans à mon esprit. C'est comme un nuage noir; opaque comme les nuages de thundering, translucides comme la lune sur une nuit claire.


Undefinable as the wind, my heart yet weans from the breast that it had fed upon. I had a demon, a face that flew from my mother's womb and in to my mind. It is like a black cloud; opaque as thundering clouds, translucent as the moon on a clear night.

She sank her teeth right in, listening to his moan in sheer delight. She knew what he liked; who he wanted and she played that game. She had a thousand faces, each flowing into the other. She became who they wanted her to be and she drizzled their desire all over her body like thick honey. Her thighs whispered as she walked, the top of her nylon stockings peeking out from underneath her skirt. She knew that he could feel the diamond studded garters that he bought her just the other day and she knew that she would have what she wanted that night. He had called on her several times and each time, she was someone different. Someone to his liking; someone that she had felt was who he wanted. Blonde hair, black hair, red hair; he liked it all, but only with stunning blue eyes. He loved her eyes. He loved to kiss them, to touch them, for her to look up at him while he fucked her. He had a sense of power that he knew nothing about, but that she let him have. It was all in the name of lust.

He tasted delicious like spiced cinnamon and hot chocolate with whipped cream. Her teeth were filed and sharp like an animal, but she was gentle and teasing, running her red lacquered nails down his thick chest. He would last her at least two or three months. He had strong arms and hands with a thick voice that exuded testosterone. He was a man and wanted to make sure that everyone knew it. She let him play with the hem on her skirt, rubbing his fingers into her thighs and then upward, upwards until they found nothing but smooth flesh. His eyes widened in surprise and she smiled wickedly. Fresh meat. Her plump, flushed lips called to him and he leaned over the table, food be damned, to plant a nice, juicy kiss on them. She could feel the longing that he had for her, but they would wait until the dinner was over.

"What are you wearing underneath that?" he asked her in a whisper with a twinkle in his eye.

Black lace and diamonds, was her fulfilling, throaty answer.

He wanted to be down her throat, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair cascading like a waterfall down her smooth skinned back. He wanted to wrap his hands in those locks and thrust until he could no more. She watched him sigh and smiled privately to herself. His weakness for her would be his undoing, unfortunately. He had been a good mate so far, but not good enough. She yawned politely with a hand over her mouth and he snapped his fingers at a waiter. It was time.

The room itself was simple, but she had dressed it up in finery. The massive bed was what was decorated; four candles for four posts. The candles were thick and gave off smoke that smelled like foreign incense. The sheets were black satin with sweet restraints in each corner. There was a crop, a pair of gloves and a blindfold that had been set on one side where he immediately went to. He snapped the crop, smiling at the feel and then beckoning her to come over. She did so willingly, knowing what he was going to do. In one fluid movement, he took a knife from his pocket and flipped it open. He then slit her dress from cleavage to bottom, letting it fall from her shoulders. Black lace glinted over her milk white breasts in the candlelight while her diamond garters twinkled over a smooth mound. She was perfect. Roughly, he grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her face first into the bed, carressing her backside. Her skin was like silk and it set him on fire.

He raised the crop and let it swing, hitting her swiftly. She cried out and he smiled, knowing that it hadn't been a cry of pain. He slipped the gloves on, covering her eyes with the blindfold. He then began strapping her hard, loving the stripes that reddened her creamy flesh. Her tears were silent unlike her impassioned exclamations; her deep inhalations as if she couldn't get enough breath before he smacked her again. By then, she was glistening with sweat and the diamonds were covered in droplets of her blood. He dropped the crop on the floor, dipping a finger in her blood and tasting it. He nodded; it was rich to him like mother's milk. Gently, he flipped her on her back and then roughly shoved her across the sheets pressing her wounds. She cried out in pain as he restrained her heaving body with the cuffs in a spread-eagled position. When she was helpless, he took his knife out again and proceeded to stroke her with it. She shook in fear, knowing exactly what he wanted even with the blindfold on so that she could not see.

He began to cut her slowly and she began to scream. He loved to hear her voice, listening to the tremor of it as he cut her deeper. He tweaked her nipples with the tip of the blade, teasing a tiny drop of blood out and sucked it between his lips. She moaned in pleasure and pain, squirming against the restraints. He laughed, a rumble in his chest and put the knife down. He was ready for more. He dropped his pants, kneeled between her legs and penetrated her softest region. He was in sweet, sweet bliss and she smiled maliciously, flashing her sharp teeth.

His eyes were closed, focusing on the pleasure that was pooling in his loins, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. She let her body do its work, swallowing and sucking him inside of her like a babe being pulled back into the womb. She had half his body before he opened his eyes and realized what she was doing. His body was numb with pleasure and while his mind was panicking, trying to get him away from her, his limbs did nothing to help him. He watched her thighs loom closer and closer, her vulva extending beyond what was possible as it inched up his waist to his shoulders. As she gave him a sweet smile of innocence while licking her fingers clean, he came inside of her and her lips wrapped over his head, filling his silent screaming mouth with fluid.

With a peaceful sigh, her wounds closed immediately and youth was restored her slightly aged body. He had been a sturdy man and he would last her a little while. Her eyes closed in slumber, her hands folded over her slightly bulging stomach.

So.

I found this site through someone on Greatestjournal.com where I post all of me. I have my friends there; my life, but I need somewhere else as well to open and shoot the breeze. Things happen over and over again and I can't always have the same people commenting on some bullshit thing that happened for the fifty-sixth time. I don't want perverts; I don't want psychos; I need friends and that's what I plan on having.

( Get Ready, Get Set, Go. )

Okay, so there's the rundown. Take it or leave it, but this is friends only from here on out.