Just in case you were all wondering, I feel like garbage. My head is killing me. I am plagued by migrains. I can’t play with myself. I can’t watch dirty movies. and I can’t yell at anyone to make me feel better about it. in fact, looking at my computer screen is making my eyes hurt.
There is a nasty bug going around my circle of friends. Chelci Fox cannot get sick!!
Think healthy thoughts for me.
While on the topic of the gym. … There is this perception of the women’s locker room that most men have. What one friend described to me is that he imagines women running around—laughing and touching, towels falling, more giggling, and steam everywhere. There is a perceived eroticism about it. I assumed it was just the perceived eroticism of a bunch of women being in one room.
I went to the gym with new eyes today. … The women’s locker room is exactly like what my friend depicted as his girl’s locker room fantasy. I wish I could have brought a video camera in. The steam in the air makes the room look soft and seductive. All these wet or mostly wet women joking with each other after a good match, or workout, or whatever. It is so hot! I could barely contain myself. To be honest, I had to excuse myself into a bathroom stall to masturbate. I had never even thought about the erotic possibilities of the changing area in my workout facility. Now it will always be on my mind.
Hopefully on yours, too!
As you all probably know, I am an exercise fanatic. True, I enjoy getting in shape. However, I love having any excuse I can get to have sweaty, heart-pounding fun. Not to sound way silly, but I think the governator at one point in his career said lifting weights is like “the cumming.” But it really is!!! You push up and up and up and you feel the tension build and build and build. You begin shaking. You don’t think you can handle another second and then you begin the decent and it is sweet, sweet release. You feel light headed, your hot skin covered in cool sweat, muscles contracting and expanding. Oh man! It is amazing. The thing that makes it better than sex is with lifting I can do it like ten times in a minute. Whereas sex, I can only do that once in a minute and it actually takes a bit longer than a minute. Ha.
Look at me. I am such a nerd. I can’t believe I am actually comparing sex to working out. Not only that, but working out is winning! Clearly I need to get laid. Ha.
I was sitting around and pondering, like I occassionally do. And it occurred to me that I am one lucky gal. Lucky in that I enjoy most of what occupies my time. That is engaging in sex and talkin about it with you.
so, girls use their diaries to record secrets they don’t dare utter to the rest of the world. Secrets about desire. Secrets about pent up passion. Secrets about release. So, it’s occurred to me that I haven’t really used this diary as a truth keeper as much as a diary is intended. What I am wondering, is if there is anything you want to know about me? You may think Chelci is an open book. But I do have a LOT of deep dark secrets I would not dream of sharing with anyone but you.
think of me and keep me posted.
xo, chelci
