Friday, April 21, 2006

Ddot, Comments and Foreplay

Oh, I am tired this morning. I did not get much sleep last night, and then I come in to work to get some blogging done, and I notice 21 new messages. Most of them blog comments.

Okay, some of them will never show up on my blog, because several are from some guy wanting to sell me (and my readers) something to increase penis size. I have heard that steroids shrink the sack and the pee-pee, so I wonder how many ball players try to re-adjust their machines with this stuff. Flack seed oil? P-pllllease.

I really want to post some stuff about hubbie. He made such a cute comment the other day. And I want to write about it, but I feel torn. Not about sex. About growing older. I need to think this over, because I try not to have him front-and-center. Know what I mean?

Anyway, I need to post a really crappy piece today to discourage comments. Not that I don't love you, but well, excessive comments really sort of freak me out. Tell me you love me, tell me you want to buy my worn undies, but then I feel compelled to respond. Plus, when I get lots of comments, I sort of get confused.

The first person I ever linked to was Ddot. Actually, his post today is fantastic. It is about how we spend our time. Back to Ddot. He probably has more comments than any blogger I know. Sure, he has great posts – but the people who are drawn to his blog are sort of like a community. They know each other; they are intelligent, and they treat the comments section like a party line. Okay, I learned about "party lines" in Social Studies in 6th grade. Apparently in the dark ages (I think it was when my grandparents were around and sexy), most people could not afford their own telephone lines. So they shared lines. Okay, someone is going to correct me on this, but, hey, this was sixth grade, my boobs were growing nicely, and I was so head-over-heals with Greg, Mark, and Jason. At the same time. What I am trying to say is that the comments section starts out about Ddot's blog entry, and then it goes everywhere from there.

Now, I think I met Grant there, I know I found GP there, and there are a few others as well. Okay, Grant sort of scares me sometimes, but he seems to know an awful lot about writing. And GP is me when I was in my mid-twenties. Well, except I was not African American, and my bodacious ta-tas were not as, er, bodacious.

You know, this is a completely random thought, but when I was in college (freshman and sophomore years) and "having sex" seemed so much more committal and special (okay, this is completely girl talk, young, innocent, daisies, butterflies and locked diaries), I tended to do a lot more creative things. And, mind out of the gutters, I am not talking about 'cuff and whips. I am talking about doing stuff that did not necessarily lead to "penetration." I mean, I don't want to be too graphic, but if Mr. Pee-Pee can't get near my mid-section, how else can we create friction? And when the guy knows that he doesn't have access to where he wants, it is all foreplay. Hours and hours of foreplay. Days and days . . . . Oh, just shut me up. I mean, I like where I am in life. Hubbie who adores me, mostly plain vanilla sex that is sweet and uncomplicated. Heck, before this week, I did not even know many of the positions out there. I feel like some woman who is a "one trick pony." Ouch. Oh, how I love word play.

Well, I better get this posted before the electricity goes out. Lightning scares me so. So those of you wanting to comment, I can give you directions to Ddot's blog. Well, you probably know the way – a heck of a post today. As usual.


KnowOne said...

purely random thoughts, lol...yeah ddot had a point yesterday, i know i've spent far too many minutes and hours blogging.....

TrappedInColorado said...

I am familiar with the hours and hours of foreplay. I was taught well by an ex-lover. She did exactly what you did, forbade penetration thus honing my foreplay skills. I am so good now at foreplay that.. aw heck, who am I kidding... I need, want, desire penetration. Deb invited you and I to her place this summer. Wanna?


Edtime Stories said...

Leesa be safe with the storms.

As usual a thought provoking post that travels all over the place. That is why I read you as often as I have time.

Now Foreplay is fun and I know there were times when I would go hours, that was incredible. As I get older less time to set aside for just sex, but I will on occassion. hmmmm maybe tonight.

Stacy The Peanut Queen said...

Oh damn...we had a party line when I was in grade school. Does that make me an old geezer???

No reply necessary...I know I'm not and old geezer. Middle aged pervert maybe...but not an old geezer...;)

Mike said...

Is blogging the new foreplay?

Ddot the King said...

I love how you write. I mean most people would've just said: "I want Ddot's body" but not you. You are far to creative for that!

Thanks for the love L-boogie!

Leesa said...

no1special: yesterday, today, everything runs together.

trapped: travel to New York? Nah. I love ~deb, but I did not know "damn yankee" was too words until I was in High School.

ed: storms don't bother me, but lightning terrifies me. Actually the sound of thunder scares me, but I know lightning is the reason why.

stacey: hey, sweet pea, you really had a party line? For me, I am trying to be less of a perv. ~deb is a corrupting factor, though. She and Shakira. Darned hips of hers.

mike: I would call that a leap from my post to your statement.

ddot: hey, I want to be a writer, and paid by the word. That's why I am so wordy. Besides, you should not be revealing what I write you in private. Give a girl her virginal reputation, ddot!

Pittchick said...

Read the post. I won't make any comments if that makes you feel better. ;-)

Maybe I'll go check out Ddot.

Leesa said...

dna princess: I just left a note on someone else's site (trojan) for you. See, that's why I don't like comments. I am too stupid for them. Love that you are a scientist. And from Austin. I want to live there! I hear they have wonderful music!

JD said...

i just want to buy your used panties so i don't have to use that cream to reverse the "shrinkage". no more comments for today, no matter how much you beg. ;) love your blog.

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Pittchick said...

Leesa- I'm not from Austin, I'm from Pittsburgh. Trojan is from Austin, though. I would love to visit there someday.

Tempus said...

leesa, I have just started reading your blog and I have to agree with the others, you are quite talented. It is a great talent to get someone excited by just using words and inuendo!

Take care,

Oh, I signed up just so I could post and participate in your escapades.

Leesa said...

jd: appreciate it. And I never beg for "it" either.

askinstoo: do you know where I can report you to blogger? I hate spam.

dna princess: yeah, darned comments. Gets me mixed up all of the time.

tempus: thanks

Georgiapeach said...

Great post today Leesa. Someone left you a comment on my

kathi said...

Love you, no response needed.

Boris Yeltsin said...

You crack me up: simple, uncomplicated sex. You just described married sex. It is nice. Like a hand-job, but with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

When I was dating, I had sex with a girl who got on top and rode me so hard, my eyes fluttered and rolled in back of my head - then I woke up to her yelling, "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

That was awesome, but I thought to myself right then and there: "If I ever marry this girl, will I be able to hold up in 5 years, or will I be all gray and using a walker?" Scratched her off the list! Now, I don't have to worry as much. Simple and uncomplicated ain't bad!

NotSoNormal said...

Wow! Read your blog for a while, and THAT was one random post.

Loved it. :) Have a great one!


mal said...

*L* great "random" post!

You sure hit it, the world really did look a lot different when we were 11/12

cherish said...

ACCKK I am so torn. Should I comment and or shouldnt I. I do not want to cause you stress but also want you to know I have read your post.

SO I will say great and confusing post. Please no need to comment back to me. I enjoy your blog. Nothing more nothing less!

Liz said...

No comment here.

BTW I think Grant is a kitten. haha

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LisaBinDaCity said...

That penis size guy gets around ;-)

~Deb said...

Me? Corrupt you? Are you kidding? C’mon sista! We’re walking on thin latex here with these risqué posts vs. nice intelligent chatty ones. Hmm.

So you won’t come to NY cause I’m a “damn Yankee” huh? Well I can at least offer you tickets to see the “Yankees” and give you the fattest, …largest….ball park hot dog you’ll ever find. I think that counts as ‘penetration’ as far as passing through the lips and through the gums, don’t it?

Back to you Bob.

Bud said...

Ddot has a good point. I just don't blog unless I feel like it. But now I'm confused, do I comment here or not? I'll happily lurk if that's what you want.

GirlGoyle said...


Just wanted to add an additional comment...cuz I can. :)

Leesa said...

GP: thanks, sweetie. I responded already.

kathi: love you too!

boris: life is full of choices. Walker in 5 years? Just a trade-off.

NSN: sort of a spastic post.

mallory: I liked it when we were 11/12.

lisa: yeah, tell me about it.

~deb: I don't know why I have been writing risqué posts lately.

bud: ddot usually has good points.

girlgoyle: funny, girl.