Not much to report right now, which seems to be a good thing. No drama. No stories of me hunting down men over the weekend. No crazy drunk phonecalls to exboyfriends.

It seems me and Troy are settling into a routine. I'm even spending most nights at his house when his kids aren't there and when I don't have to work early the next morning (like tonight).

The sex is good. He's becoming one of the best lovers I've had. Almost every night I go over to his place and we spend the majority of time until we go to sleep in his bed. I really could do this every night for the next teen years. We have sex, go down on each other until we can't keep our eyes open. And he's one of the first guys I've ever been able to sleep in bed with the whole night. He doesn't steal the covers, doesn't accidentally knock into me, doesn't snore too loudly or doing anything like that, that wakes me up except for when I want him to. Twice he's woken me up to have sex in the middle of the night. I love that when he can't wait until the morning to have me.

And in the morning, after a early session of sex we spend a couple hours together eating breakfast, drinking coffee, talking and reading the newspaper. I really could do this all the time.

I've been working a lot this week. It seems like I've only see Troy when we're having sex. Which isn't a bad thing because when I come home from a long stressful day I love just getting in bed with him. That's what we did today. We planned on going out for a quick dinner instead the only thing he ate was me (sorry about the pun but I just had to throw it in). Then after that he had to leave because he had to go pick up his kids.

And I now know we're not just about the sex. There's more than that but I feel like we're falling into a routine. Trust me I'm not complaining. I'm so happy to be getting laid on a regular basis. Plus I haven't had so much sex with one person in a long time. Something about that is really enjoyable.

I hope everyone had a good weekend. Mine wasn't that bad. I didn't have to spend it all struggling thru crowds of half crazed shoppers so I was pretty happy.

Saturday after work, I went with Troy to pick up his new car. It was pretty exciting. Really exciting. He bought a Nissan 350z. I'm not a car expert. I don't even know much about cars but this car literally turned me on.

We drove around for like an hour afterwards. He was torn between driving carefully and driving to show off. But with the windows rolled down, the music up and my sunglasses on I felt like a rockstar. A little bit different then the feeling I get when I drive my own car.

When he dropped me off, to get ready to go out that night my roommate wasn't home. But when he came back, she was home. My roommate and I have been roommates since the first day of college. Best friends since the second so I was kind of surprised when she looked out the window then looked at me and called me a gold digger.

At first I thought she was joking. But she definetly wasn't. I told her when I first met Troy he was driving an old Ford Exploerer she just laughed and went back to watching television. She didn't even want to meet Troy so I just grabbed my things and left.

She hasn't said anything since then. Everything even seems to be fine between us today but it isn't.

I know this post isn't about sex or anything even close but I needed to rant really badly.

I hung out with Troy again last night. Nothing crazy just a quiet night in - a dinner and a movie (dvd rental). It was a boring movie which of course lead to us making out. Which ofcourse leads to more. But I'm on top of him and suddenly I stopped. I realized that it was bothering me too much. I had to know where he thought this relationship was going. I asked him but he thought I was joking. He tried to pull my shirt off - when I didn't let him that's when he realized I was serious.

We've never really talked about our relationship (or whatever it is). It took him a little bit to spit out what he really meant. He told me he liked me a lot (which I already knew). He told me he had liked me as more than a friend since the first time we had chatted. Which I didn't know and I can't say I felt the same way back then. BUT..and there is always a but. He said he still cared about his ex wife. It was all things I basicaly knew but needed him to say. I needed to know it wasn't just sex between us. And I still don't know where the relationship is going but I really don't care at this point as long as it keeps going.

That's when I let him finally take off my shirt. Then bra etc. I was completely naked and he was almost completely dressed but for the first time I really felt comfortable with him. We had sex on his couch, I rode him, it was really good. I need him just to sit on the couch and I fucked him. But it wasn't just fucking. It was something more. It wasn't making love either but it felt damn good either way.

So I thought I had heard of everything until I was talking to one of my friends tonight. She was telling me about something called Rainbow Parties. What are they? That's what I asked. They sound like they would be a lot of fun for guys - not so much for girls.

From what she told me and from what I read from an article she sent to me - the parties are basically oral sex trains with a twist. The guy with the most different shades of lipstick on his cock wins. The idea is that each girl wears a different lipstick and each guy tries to get the most girls to give him head.

My friend who is a little wilder than me sexually but I never thought this wild, said these are semi-common. I like giving oral but that just seems a little too much. God, I feel like I'm getting old.

This a pretty badly written article but it gives I think a better idea of what the parties are. Click Here To Read "Are these college oral-sex parties for real?"

Things with Troy have settle back into our normal routine (if you can call it). Tonight, we had sex for the first time since before my little mini-4th of July vacation. It was satisfying but not the greatest sex I've ever had.

But the sex wasn't enough to satsify me emotionally. I laid in his bed trying to fall asleep but I couldn't stop thinking. Life would be a lot easier if I didn't have to do eal with emotions. He, of course, fell right to sleep. I finally gave up, and went back to my own bed. I tried to not wake him but I did and I had to lie and said I wasn't feeling well.

I still can't get to sleep. The sex was satisfying (in case I didn't mention that) but it left me wanting more. I'm really an independent person but it would nice to be in a relationship. My thing with Troy doesn't really count as a relationship. A few dates and a lot of sex doesn't really make a relationship no matter how good the sex is.

But at the same time I have no intentions to end things with him. It's sad but the sex is keeping me with him. However, if I happen to find someone else, I don't think he would mind too much. I think the relationship is just sex for him too. But I don't know exactly what he's thinking. He never wants to talk about what he feels. So, I've been hiding my feelings/my emotions.

I don't know where this is going but at least I'm frustrated emotionally not sexually. I can live with emotional frustration. I've been doing that since my first boyfriend.

I haven't seen Troy since the night of fourth of July. When I was leaving his place at three in the morning he promised to call me the next day. He did call but we only talked for a few minutes before he said he had to go. I didn't think much of it until tonight. I called him and dropped my usual less than subtle hints that I wanted to come over. But he didn't even seem to be paying attention. Somehow I hid my frustration.

So it looks like the only thing that will be getting my attention is my dildo (for the second night in a row). My dildo is a guaranteed orgasm but it isn't a cock. And no matter what tricks I make it do, it just doesn't feel as good. It feels good but nothing feels as good as a cock deep inside of me. The whole purpose of hooking up with Troy was just so I had someone to have sex with. So I didn't have to have nights like this. Nights when I'm so horny, when I just need a hard cock to satisfy me. It isn't fair.

I hope everyone had an intersting weekend. Mine was. A lot of cute guys, a lot of beer, a lot of sun.

I did get a lot of sun, I'm not exactly tan but I'm no longer deathly pale. I actually wore a bikini for the first time in a while. I was a little nervous with the large ammount of cute guys. My stomach isn't as flat as it used to be. I have a little more curves then I'd like. I really need to workout but the guys didn't seem to mind.

I met a really hot guy Sunday. We hung out for a while, had a few beers together. Things could've gone further. They may have if the thought of Troy didn't keep popping up into my mind. I got pretty drunk that day. I started drinking around two and didn't stop for any long period of time until midnightish. Everyone was acting crazy including me. I flashed my boobs and I don't usually do that. I haven't done that since college. I think.

I was tempted to find a quiet place with that one cute guy. I really wanted to fuck him. I even told him "I want to give you head but I have a boyfriend." Luckily, he was a pretty good guy. Instead of letting me take advantadge of him, he helped me get to my cabin.

I passed out as soon as I got into bed but my roommate and her boyfriend woke me up when they came home. They were just as drunk, knocking around things while trying to be quiet. The cabin was one room but that didn't stop them from having sex. I've heard my roommate before, she's a moaner and screamer but I've never seen them having sex. It turned me on a lot. When my fingers started undoing my jeans (I was still completly dressed) I didn't stop them. I started to feel myself but I wanted more. Luckily again, I was too drunk/tired to get out of my bed. Who knows what I might've done. But I'm sure it could've endangered our friendship. I was also a little too drunk/tired to bring myself to an orgasm.

Sunday, I was too hungover to do anything besides lay on the beach. By nine, I did manage to drag myself to the fireworks. I met the cute guy there and he did hold me as layed and watched the fireworks. But there were no fireworks between us. We exchanged numbers but I dount we'll ever see each other again.

As soon as the fireworks were over I headed back to Chicago. There was one thing I wanted. I wanted to feel Troy's cock inside of me. The three hour drive seemed to take forever. But it was worth it when I got to his place. It wasn't the best fuck. But with him it was hard/rough/intense and very very satisfying.

I hope everyone is having a good weekend so far. And I hope you have big plans for the fourth.

The retail gods have smiled on me and I actually have the weekend off. I'm heading up to a lake in the middle of nowhere. It should be fun, BBQ's, lots of beer, hot guys and late night campfires. Hopefully, I'll even get a tan.

If anything exciting happens I'll be sure to let you know.