So, I am pretty sure I am officially out of my funk. Thank gaud, right? I got connected with some people participating in a self-organized, urban pub crawl. Wondering what a pub crawl is? I was when I happened upon them. What they decided to do was go to an area they knew had a lot of bars. Walk to the end of that street, cross over and walk back up. All the while, stopping into every single bar and ordering at least one beer. If the place is lame, you suck down your beer as quick as possible and move to the next one. If it’s a nice place, you may consider having more than one belt before going to the next watering hole. I thought this sounded like a lot of fun–getting sloppy with a bunch of complete strangers. The only hitch was that we went to a lot of way crappy bars. I think I took down 6 beers in no more than thirty minutes. My limit is usually two beers per hour. Needless to say, I was tossed. Not in an unfun, unmanageable way though. But instead, I was drunk in a rowdy and fun sort.
I made friends with nearly every bartender and got free drinks. I actually got a bartender to give me a free pitcher for going in the back room and letting him watch me masturbate. Talk about a win-win situation for me!
By the end of the night I was literally crawling from pub to pub. So, pub crawl is a good name for the event.
At the end of the evening I crawl into a cab, knocked on my neighbor’s door, and crawled into his bed. After all that drinking, I needed to do something to work it off–or someone. We didn’t do anything especially nasty. Just a couple times with me on top and a handful of times of plain, old missionary style. Sometimes that is just the way to go, especially when you are too drunk to hold up your own head.
Anyway, I need an aspirin, water, and desperately need to get some sleep. Come over if you want to rub my shoulders.

Chelci Fox here and boy I am so excited. I got a friend of mine to make a video thingee work on my blog. Don’t ask what I had to do for him! So now I can show off a couple of videos! So just as a starter, here’s part of one of my very first movies! In this movie, I introduce myself, my likes and dislikes. Then I play a game with the camera man. He asks me some random trivia, and I try to answer it. If I get it wrong, my clothes come off! hahah, it was pretty fun. I will show some more movie later too, like when I talk about my self! Take a look!

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XoXo - Chelci

God! I have been so lazy and tired lately. I don’t know what’s gotten into me—or out of me.
I wake up around 10am and sit around in my skivvies until noon. I eat half a grapefruit and all I want to do is watch daytime television.
I haven’t been fingering myself. I have not seen my rabbit in days. And what’s worse, I haven’t even felt like looking at porno. I always want to look at porno!!
It seems like I’ve lost my zeal, my zest. I’m such a self-sufficient girl (if you know what I mean). Maybe that’s my problem. I am so used to doing for and just plain doing myself. I must be tired of it.
So that leaves me to beg the question, who’s going to come over and help me “take care of things” around the house? Don’t be shy!

Before we get to the free movies of me, Chelci Fox, read the story of my weekend. It was NUTS.

So this weekend was crazy. Like super crazy. Let’s start with Friday night. A friend calls me, his name is Joe, and asks if I want to meet some friends and go see Ghost Rider. I had no clue what Ghost Rider was, but Joe mentioned that this character rides a motorcycle, so I say I will go.



I meet Joe, Jenny, Pete, Stevie (a girl) and a couple people at a small bar for a couple of drinks before the movie started. Next door to the bar, there is this headshop that sells bongs and tye dye shirts and all that. Joe picks out and buys a Motorhead flag. Motorhead is some band. Never heard them. So we head over to the bar and we are drinking and having a great time. Joe is drinking more than the rest of us. By the time the tab comes, we all have a nice buzz but Joe is moving toward drunkness. No big deal, we are headed to a movie, with no booze… Joe will be fine. WELL, he didn’t tell us that he packed a bottle of whiskey in his pants for the movie. We get there before the previews and Joe is drinking more. Jenny is drinking with him (they’re on a date, sorta). We’re all having a good time. Then the previews start. Nothing good, just same old boring shit. And then the movie starts.

GhostRider is this guy who turns into a skeleton and rides a cool motorcycle. His weapon is a long chain that he whips people with. It’s like Harley Davidson’s version of a superhero. The movie is bad… really bad. So bad, it’s laughable. Joe is wasted at this point, and is into the movie. But in a goofy way. Cheering and yelling, cursing and drinking. Some people think it’s funny, some think it’s annoying. The people ahead of us hate it. Joe doesn’t let up. This goes on for a while.

Fast Forward… Ghost rider is fighting and speeding around on his motorcycle and Joe is so into the movie he jumps up on his seat and starts yelling “Hell Yah” waving the Motorhead flag over his head. The people infront of us (1 girl 1 guy) turn around and yell at us. Joe just laughs and give the guy the “I am watching you signal with his fingers” and keeps going at it. Finally the girl yells fuck this and runs out to get a manager. Joe sits down, stuffs the flag in his face, and pretends that nothing happened. The manager walks into the theater and asks Joe to step outside. We think we are kicked out forsure or atleast he was. But 5 minutes later he comes back in and sits down laughing. Apparently, Joe explained how the movie is about a dare devil and that it wouldn’t be right for the manager to kick him out for being in the dare devil spirit. We sit through the movie like good little girls and boys. It ended, still sucked and we leave.

Next stop, is a movie store that Joe works at. It’s small, not like a Blockbuster or anything, and it’s small. A couple friends work there. Joe is sooo drunk at this point. So drunk that when he gets to the store, he takes off his belt and starts whipping it around like he IS the ghost rider. I am sure you can guess how happy his friends and co-workers were with him. To make things worse, Joe picked up a box of movies and just threw them in the store. This was my que to leave. So I took off. It’s not over yet though.

I hear from Jenny that after I left, as well as the other, that Joe and Jenny go back to the bar and end up being there till closing time. Well, Joe wanted to go back to where he works. Trouble is, it was closed. He has a key, and an alarm code, but he was too drunk to enter the code. So he sets off the alarm getting in, and the cops are called, and the owner of the store are called. Joe passes out cold on the sidewalk and Jenny start freaking out. The owner of the store pulls up and isn’t mad. He’s amused actually. So he calls the cops, tell them everything is ok and not to come. He and Jenny put Joe in his car, and Jenny drive him to his house and left him in his car. Where he slept all night.

That was just on Friday Night!

Here are some pics of me. Check them out!

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This is a kinda "BTS" scene. (BTS means Behind-The-Scenes). I mean I don’t know what to call it. I was feeling a bit horny, and I called my cameraman and told him that, so he rushed over and set up some lights really quick and we got rolling. I basically just update you guys here on what’s currently going on in my life. Things that happened, like, yesterday. I like to keep you guys up to date, you know? Then what happens? Well, sure enough, I get out of my clothes. Totally. And rub one out, cause you know how much I love doing that for you. So you get two things in one update - my life and what’s going on now, and a nice, sweet, orgasm after I make my clit tingle in that special way I do! XOXO - Chelci

Most of you have probably never played this game, but it is a board game that my generation’s young girls played. There are dares and truth-revealing questions. If you refuse to perform an act or answer a question, you have to wear a zit sticker. At the time, that seemed like the most devastating thing in the world. My friends and I realized that this is not quite as dire as grown ups. Also, we found the game itself to be a bit of a snore.
We decided to call over boys and make the night co-ed. As well, we rounded up some hooch. The boys served to help with the dares and the hooch replaced the silly zit stickers.
When the evening first started we were doing the standard find out who’s fucking whom. Who would LIKE to be fucking whom? There was walking outside naked and minor kissing and petting. I will tell you, the dares got far more inventive and questions more intrusive with boys and booze involved. Masha had to give Dave a lap dance. Lizelle had to do a shot of tequila, but licking salt off Dan’s dick. I had to act out and explicit doggy style sex scene (note to self: not as fun without a partner). We found out multiple women in the room LOVE anal sex AND the oddest places some have had sex. Oh another thing I had to do was put on a blindfold and see if I could guess who was sitting in front of me by putting his dick in my mouth. Completely juvenile, I know. I guessed Erik and was right. I kind of have the oral equivalent of a photographic memory. Ha ha!
We got so drunk. It was wild and a lot of fun. I am looking forward to having another night like that if anyone is interested.

I am not sure if you noticed, but I masturbate A LOT. Sometimes I think I do it too much. Can there be too much? If so, what is that limit? Sometimes I wonder if I should go on a masturbation hiatus.
These are questions I ask myself daily. Sometimes I think I have reached the too much mark when I get a cramp in my hand in the middle of the day and I have yet to reach my getting off quota for that day. Sometimes I switch hands. It’s like being touched by a stranger, which is sometimes exciting, but usually it’s just not the same.
It’s always a bummer to have to choose between ergonomic health and libido health. That’s why I am thinking that it’s time to take a break.
Am I being rational or irrational? Is this an idea that makes sense? Or, is it totally ridiculous.
I’m going to ponder this over the next few weeks. So, if I do decide to go with this I will have to have people come over to do the work for me. I’m still human and I still need a certain number of orgasms. Either that or I will just need to go out and buy new toys.
I wonder if I can write that off as a business expense?

So, I am not sure whether you know this or not, but I like to stay up to date with current events. You may think I am a complete nerd, but I listen to NPR daily. Anyway! While I was listening yesterday, they were doing a thing on Tracey Ullman. I was a little shocked to hear her name on the morning news show.
I guess she knits. She and a woman named Mel have a new knitting book out and that was the reason for the expose on NPR– promoting the book. I guess the co-author owns a yarn store in Santa Monica. The thing on Tracey and the talk of yarn caught my attention. I HAD to go to Wild fiber and see what it was all about.
I was intoxicated. There were so many things to touch. It was like filming porno. I got caught up in the moment and signed up for a knitting class, bought the book, and bought a ton of yarn. i am such an ass, huh? I think I have an obsession at being good at EVERYTHING—regardless of whether I’ve tried it or not.
What else do you think I should perfect as skill?
XOXO - Chelci

I was not in the mood to do a lot on this holiday. I work very hard at finding dirty deed and naughty pleasure every day of the year. I decided on Monday I would let them find me.
I went with my friend and her brother to a BBQ. I didn’t know anyone, but the weather was nice. I was all about comfort. It was a no panties, no bra day for sure. I wore my hair in a messy ponytail, tight cotton tank, velour shorts and sandals. I was 100% comfortable. Sometimes I can feel so much hotter without the burden of crotch less underwear and spiked heels, you know?
Anyway, after burgers and beers the party started to die down. I decided to take advantage of the good weather and get some sun. I hate tan lines, though. Everyone seemed fine with me sunning nude. One thing I am a stickler for is sun block. I got my friend to help me apply. I’m not sure who brought the camera, but there were pictures taken of her rubbing lotion on my tits. She is so silly. She started tickling me. I spanked her for being naughty. I really need to see those pictures. It was so much fun rolling around with a good friend. I realized that some of the guys were really into this. I whispered in her ear that we should have some fun with this. I took whipped cream and put some on my nipple and a line down to my pelvis. My friend SLOWLY licked the cream off my tits, then the trail of cream down my stomach. She stopped right at my pussy. Everyone was watching with anticipation. She stopped and walked away like nothing happened. I have never seen so many gaping open jaws.
I must admit though, I was a little riled up. I went into the bathroom with my bullet, to finish what we had started.
Not only did I forget to lock the door. I didn’t shut it all the way. Some guy walked in on me masturbating with my miniature vibrator. I was almost embarrassed, until I noticed how hard he was. I grabbed him. He shut and locked the door. He bent me forward over the vanity, held my hands behind my back and went to town. Not only did he help me finish what I had started, but he got me to cum 5 times.
I told him he should do porno. Isn’t it just like me, on a lazy holiday I’m still thinking about business?

Hello fabulous people looking at my fabulous diary. I was thinking about this the other day. I think I’m getting into a rut. I feel like I do the same thing everyday. Get up to my rabbit. This is my favorite part of the day. I sleep nude and in the morning I roll over and grab my favorite vibrator. Sometimes I think about Freddy Prince Jr. Other times I ponder The Rock. Sometimes I’ve been good. Usually, I’ve been bad. The Rabbit it great, because as it is pulsing in my pussy it is also tickling my clit. I love the sensation. I can feel my orgasm start in the tips of my toes, they start to tingle. Then, my legs go numb. If I weren’t horizontal at that point, I know my knees would buckle in that instance. While this is happening, my fingers, arms and head begin to feel light—the rabbit still in motion, pulsating. I’m beginning to involuntarily thrust my pelvis and squeeze. Reflex, I suppose. I feel my abs tighten. I start to perspire. I feel my heart pounding. I also feel the blood rush to my face. For one split second I feel absolutely nothing. I would imagine it is what one would feel like in the eye of a storm. An eerie nothingness and in almost the same instant everything crashes around. I exploded. I yell: “OH GOD!” My heart feels like my chest is too small to contain it. At this point I am tearing at the sheets. I feel like I’ve jumped out of a plane, the exhilaration of seeing the earth fly toward you. Sometimes, I am cumming so intensely that I throw myself off of the bed.
Is it bad that I turn on my sex toys before I turn on the coffee pot? An orgasm before bed is better than any espresso I’ve ever had.