My friend told me he was making “hippy joes” and I needed to come over. The name of the item being made intrigued me, so I went over. Apparently, “hippy joes” are meatless sloppy joes. Who knew? I will say that they were quite delicious. Though, I couldn’t let Dave know that.
I flung a little hippy joe into his face. HE flung a lot into mine. After a few brief moments, we were both covered in beans and fake meat. It was ridiculous.
Needing to wash up and in an effort to conserve water, we decided to shower together. It was a selfless act to save the planet. Luckily selfless conservation wasn’t the only thing he had in mind. After we cleaned up, things got a little dirty. My friend is a skinny thing, so I was surprised that he was able to hold me up for so long!
After we fucked in the shower, we decided to clean the kitchen. I gave him a blow job, while he wiped down counters. We decided his bedroom was dirty. We decided not to clean it up, but to make it dirtier. Rim jobs for all. ha.
I’d say it was quite a productive night. Though, after all that we did I needed to take a shower when I go home.

What an unusual day. I did absolutely nothing. I needed to clean. I had laundry to do. You know, boring stuff.
I decided none of that stuff interested me. I stayed in bed until 10am. I love giving myself days off from the world. When I finally go out of bed I, made oolong tea and sat on the couch to watch soap operas. I find the drama intriguing and the young, wealthy people so stimulating. Soap operas are kind of like day-time soft core porn. Young people with money bullying each other, sleeping with everyone, and performing cut throat business transactions. Oh it’s all too fabulous. It’s the perfect back drop to masturbating like crazy. I make a game out of it. While watching young and the restless, I use my vibrator every time Gloria double crosses someone. I use my hand whenever Drusilla does something crazy that jeopardizes her marriage. When Victor yells, I use one of my assorted Dildos. Then when there is suspected in fidelity, I go for the all hand no penetration job.
I have a similar drill for the other soaps during the day.
Oh day time television.
I may only have one life to live, but as long as I’m the bold and the beautiful, I will pleasure myself for all the days of our lives, other wise I’ll be one of the young and the restless and have to go to the general hospital. … I could go one like that forever if allowed to.

Do any of you watch House?
I love that show. Sometimes I fantasize that I am on that show. A patient with random, seemigly unrelated symptoms. However, House has a hunch–Aphasia? Lichen Simplex Chronicus? No–he’s wrong. He gets frustrated. Whatever is worng with me is serious and he is running out of time. My life is slipping through is fingers and he can’t figure out what is the matter. What does he do. He stops and you see realization glaze over his eyes. He walks over to the bed. In a haste, he cuts off my hospital gown with such determination as in a life or death situation. Then with the same haste and look of determination, he tears off his shirt and I frantically remove his pants? All the while his stethiscope is pressed against my chest. As he penetrates me with his larger than life cock, I can hear my own heart rate accelerate. My heart pounds faster and harder as he does.I’m sweaty. I feel like I’m close to death. Everything is turning dark. Then, I cum! I feel my heart rate slow to normal. My vision returns. My fever, if any goes down. I can walk again. I have a new vest for life. The doctor’s from his team come in and ask how e cured me. And his response is, I had a feeling and went with it. Then, everyone watches in awe as he exits the room. The camera flashes back to me and I have stars in my eyes. Credits roll. the end.
It ma sound crazy, but after every episode I have a different ending. And my that, I mean he attacks the problem from a different end. ::wink:wink::

I walked around UCLA’s campus this afternoon. It got me thinking about campus life. I had so much fun when I was in school. I pledged Sigma Kappa Alpha. Rush week I had to give the captain of the varsity football team a lap dance while singing Stars N’ Stripes Forever. He rose to the tune. I had no idea that he was so patriotic. That night we fucked doggie style in a coat closet while HE sang Stars N’ Stripes Forever. I love turning the tables on people.
It was a little embarrassing, because Captain All-American’s girl friend was standing on the other side of the door. So, when we walked out she demanded to know what was going on in there. I said the first thing that came to mind. “We were in there waiting for you.” I was so nervous. I’d never been with a woman before AND I had never engaged in a threesome. But there I was, giving a girl a hand job while getting fucked by her boyfriend. Then she went down on me while I went down on him. There were some interesting stains left on the clothes of the party attendees. I can safely say by the end of the evening I completely understood permutations.
Nights like that made me never want to leave college.
Does that make me a whore or just sexually adventurous.
Anyway, completely unrelated, I am thinking about taking a trip. Where should I go?

I went to the gym, like I do, and worked out extra hard—even more so than normal. Usually, I wait to take a shower at home. Call me crazy, but I am a bit of a germ-a-phobe and shared showers give me a case of the wiggins. However, after working intensively with a personal trainer, I was s-w-e-a-t-y! I had no choice, I had to shower there.
While sudsing up, I was thinking of how hard my personal trainer was riding me. While I was in the midst of the intense workout, I hated him for it. Now, in hindsight, it was kind of hot. I continued washing, but could not get my hands off of my pussy. I know the gym locker room is an inappropriate place to jack off, but I was in my zone. I may have gotten a little carried away. I can get quite loud in the heat of the moment, regardless of whether someone else is making me cum or not.
After a handful of minutes I looked up and realized I was not alone in the shower corral. A woman had come in without my noticing. I looked her in the eye. There was a split second in which her glare switched from “what the hell is this whore doing in here?” to “totally into it.” I went for it. I asked her if she needed help washing her back. Naturally she did.
I lathered her back, slowly and meticulously. Then, I reached around and caressed her tits. She turned to face me. We began making out and rubbing soap everywhere. We had our fingers on each other clits. At the moment I was about to explode, I slipped. Thank god I didn’t hurt myself. No, instead I opened the door of more options. She laid down on the tile with me and began to eat my pussy, while straddling my face, I returned the favor. We went at it for about 20 minutes before the water began to turn cold. When we both came she told me her husband would never 69 with her.
I love being able to burn calories while fulfilling the needs of a desperate housewife.

I am sorry I have not been posting for awhile. It’s not that I don’t love you; it’s that I have been fucking my brains out. It’s been crazy. Let me tell you all about it.
I went jogging the other day, nothing out of the ordinary. While out I ran into—literally ran into—a guy going to opposite direction. I was lost in a pod cast and not paying attention. I nailed this younger guy in the shin pretty good, I can’t imagine he was a day over 20. Anyway I felt terrible, so I invited him up to ice it.
I’d completely forgotten that I had left out my dildo and dirty movies. It’s a little blurry, but I remember him assuring me his shin was ok as we fumbled toward the bedroom. That night I was fucked in everyway imaginable. We did it with him on top, then with me on top. He fucked me from behind, and then I fuck him from behind. We did it sideways, upside down, we fucked in our sleep. You name it—we did it. This is what I love about young college boys. They are up for anything and always ready to try new things. The next day I could barely walk. It was incredible.
I didn’t tell him my real name and refused to give him my phone number when he asked. I told him I had fun, but could never see him again. That he should think of me fondly whenever he jogs and take his experiences into a world of unexpecting college coeds. Because, while spending the better part of an evening and the wee hours of the morning having amazing sex is nice, I can’t be tied down. I have so many people yet to do. And that’s what makes Chelci tick.

Every once in awhile I like to get all dolled up for no one but mirror mirror on the wall. Or in my case, mirror mirror that is the door to my walk in closet. I love it, the nights I don’t leave the house are the nights my hair looks best. I think it’s as if my hair thinks it won’t get messed up when I’m having a girl’s night in. My hair is usually wrong.
Anyway, I decided it was a Monroe-esque, “diamonds are a girl’s best friend” occasion. I painted my face as if I were a rising starlet. I put on my lacey pink garters, and my silk stockings. At this point, from the shoulders up and the waist down, I was very sexy. My torso was still bare, which as you know is sexy on its own. However, I was still set on dolling up, so I put on my lacey pink boustier, which matches my garters and goes well with my strapless cocktail dress. I had to get one last look at myself before I put the dress on. My strappy stilettos made my ankles look so delicate. The garters and the stockings were killer. And tightly bound in my boustier, I could see my breasts rise and fall with each breath. They were actually undulating. So tempting.
As I looked in the mirror, I thought if I were looking at someone else I would be making my move right about now. So I did what any person in my situation would. I undressed slowly in front of the mirror. Each button undone, each strap unfastened heightened my anticipation.
By the time I was completely undressed I was on fire. I don’t think I have ever cummed so hard or so loud in all of my life. My neighbors actually pounded on the ceiling. At the moment though, I could not be bothered to care.
It was a good, good evening. I feel bad that no one was around to share it with me. We could have made it far wilder—maybe next time.

I had such a good time Thursday night and knew I would have a lot to do Saturday, so I decided to make Friday one of those low-key, relaxin’ days.
I don’t know if you know this about me, but I love to laugh. So, I decided seeing CLERKS II was a must for the day. It was hilarious in a completely ridiculous way. I love silly fun. Also, I love movie theatre treats.
After the movie I went home and took an extra sudsy bubble bath. I was hot and steamy. Sometimes all a girl needs is to get sweaty in bubbles, you know?
When I got out of the tub, I decided to make a hot fudge sundae and watch dirty movies. I am so clumsy and ditzy, though. I spilled chocolate and got the whipped cream can to completely miss my sundae and get all over my chest. I went to wipe off the whipped cream with the towel I got chocolate on. So there I was, naked in my kitchen, rubbing chocolate sauce and whipped cream all over my breasts. At this point, I had made quite a sticky mess of myself.
It became clear that I was going to have to wash up–AGAIN. For my second attempt at clean I didn’t want no nonsense and boring. I needed a good follow up to the steamy, sudsy bath I’d had less than an hour ago.
My plan? I called a friend over for a sexy shower. If you’ve got to get clean, you might as well make it fun!
So much for my plans to have a lazy Friday. …

I am so glad I decided to take things slow yesterday.
I woke up this morning feeling amazing. I went to the gym and got the heart rate going a little. Then I went home for a second and got the heart rate going a little more. After all that, I decided to go to the grocery store and squeeze fruit. I love how erotic the produce section can be. I can only put my hands on so many melons before I need someone to put their hands on mine. What was supposed to be a productive grocery excursion turned into a quick trip to get the essentials–non fat yogurt and unscented lotion.
I dashed home and popped in a DVD. I was in the mood to watch some girl on girl action. I’m not sure if this has happened to anyone else before, but sometimes I get so engulfed in what I’m watching that I don’t realize I have my hand down my pants. Maybe I’m just a ditz. Anyway, the private party I threw for myself went through the roof. The funniest part is that I forgot to close the blinds and my neighbor watched EVERYTHING!! I would have enjoyed myself more if I knew I had an audience. That’s life I suppose.

Hi guys! I had my photographer take some pics of me in my real nighties…not some stuff that was just wardrobe on a set. I’m all about being real. Of course I get naughty here, so check it out and let me know what you think!! XOXO