Hello everyone. Is this a great time of year or what? Of course, when it's 83d and you go to the beach to work on your tan, it's difficult to relate to the whole White Christmas thing. But we put lights around the palm trees and give gifts, so that's something, right?
I see Matt is giving himself the gift of life this Christmas with his heart surgery that's coming up. Good luck to you, Matt.
I finally graduated. I was a sophomore when I first started writing on SOL. Is that possible? I majored in Business, with a concentration in International Law. I begin my MBA program next month, with dual concentrations in International Business and Mergers & Acquisitions. It's a 2 year program but I'm determined to do it faster. Enough with school already. (Am I being silly? Talking about my college plans on a porn story board? Oh, right....I wrote here for 2 years.)
I'm seeing someone. A very dynamic Latin gentleman from Columbia, somewhat older, but full of life and energy. I let him win at tennis sometimes. Soothes his Latin ego. And yes...there's lots and lots of very sexy touching. I've come a long way, baby.
I'm starting to get bored with the Mistress Chandra, Party Dom thing. I mean, it's fun an all, dressing up, paddling and whipping asses, having casual foreplay. However, I'm becoming curious about the deeper levels; the darker side. Maybe as the subbie? Maybe humiliated and raped? Can you see me like that? Not sure I do either but I'm having some interesting fantasies. I'm obviously ambivalent about my feelings here.
Skydiving! YAYYY! Got over 20 jumps now, from as high as 15,000'. I've tried masturbating on the way down but it's proving tricky. Maybe too much adrenalin pumping.
Thanks for allowing me to check in once in a while. You were very important to me for a couple of years. No, you pervs...besides that...lol.
Happy holidays, my friends.
Life is good.
Love,
Chandra
Thank you Lazeez for making this possible. Thank you Rache for helping me kick start the mythology. Thank you all my online friends for all your feedback, your friendship, your sexy photos (both men and women) and oh, so many orgasms. Thank you for all the cyber sex. "Would you like to see my new panties daddy?" Ha, ha, ha. And a very special thank you to David, better known as White Panties. My original SOL friend and writing mentor. But thank you most of all for all the insight the SOL community has provided me in one form or another in helping me grow and make such positive changes in my life.
Because of SOL, I've cut way back on my drinking, I no longer drink and drive, I started seeing a shrink to help me with the intimacy issues caused by the incest, I've had intercourse with boys my own age, I've stopped the high risk pick-up behavior, I've, discovered the fun (and frustration) of writing, I became open to a fun new hobby, that of Party Dom (taste my whip, sweetie) and I no longer chase underage girls. (I hope you are well, Ariel.)
As to my writing, I think I did OK for someone who never wrote before. My scores were respectable and all along I admitted that technically, I was weak. But a lot of people around the world enjoyed my stuff and were masturbating to my material (visceral, Lauren called it), both autobio and fantasy, which is really cool if you think about it.
I enjoyed the celebrity. "Chandra of Miami", SOL Princess and her drunken blogs. LOL. I know. I know. I must have deleted a dozen of them the morning after, that you never saw. Whew. He, he. It was so much fun.
I confess that some of the anonymous hate mail was hurtful but I guess I brought that on myself. Easy to cure, though...just turn off 'Anonymous feedback'.
I start my MBA in the spring, I'm skydiving, playing tennis and golf and I have an incredible job waiting for me in venture capital as soon as I graduate. I feel that I've been blessed.
I'll keep my SOL email going, so if anyone wants to drop by and say hello, they'll know where to find me. Take care.
Love and sex,
Chandra
A final thought: What is reality? The orgasms are real, the feelings are real, the friendships are real. We live in a new world, with new rules. We make our online realities as we go along. We've always existed in one another's minds, in our guts and in our right hands. What else do we need?
To see what others cannot imagine. Imagination. To understand the power of imagination. A gift from God. To believe. To see spires to the sky. To see the stars. To return. To the stars. To return. To God. To dream.
Chandra
Hello world. It's a gorgeous morning in Miami. Sun is up and the sky is blue. I have such a wonderful view from the 15th floor. I'm sitting on my balcony, with my laptop...in my lap. Got a bowl of fresh fruit that I'm munching on. Spike is purring away on one of the chairs. A flock of small pelicans just glided past us in a perfect V formation. What a great visual. Surreal.
I just heard from a young woman in California who I was communicating with through SOL, as she'd read several of my stories. Through our conversations, it seemed like she had no direction and was just going from day to day. (At 19, who isn't, right?) One of the things I talked to her about was the value of going to school and how she didn't have to give up her (somewhat unconventional) social life to do it. Unfortunately there were some hard feelings between us (I seem to do that to people) and we stopped talking but I just now heard from her and she shared with me that she's taken my advice and enrolled at a local community college, which has me feeling really, really good. Of course, I wish her nothing but the best. A life changed for the better, that would not have happened without SOL. A force for good.
Speaking of school, my last semester starts next week and I'm excited about finally finishing my undergraduate program. I begin my MBA in the spring.
Last weekend was fun and busy. I took an all-day kayaking trip one day, went sky diving another, and went to a fetish party on Saturday night, where I did my Mistress Chandra act. What made it more fun is that I went out of my way to make friends with the Asian Dominatrix I was having trouble with. Now I can relax and enjoy these parties all the more. "Taste my whip, sweetie!"
I went to a massage parlor with my older friend Freddie and we both got a happy ending from the same girl, at the same session, which was sexy fun. I tried starting a little story about it but I just can't seem to get into writing at the moment. I've also have a half finished tennis-themed porn story sitting here but...same problem. Just not feeling it.
My relationship with my friends Freddie and Beverly has changed in the last year. For people who are familiar with my background, you know it's been a very unusual and complex relationship and since I started changing, so has the nature of our relationship. They're both such wonderful people and I love them so much and Beverly fully understands but I have to manage Freddie and his ego. Men!
I caught up with the movie, "Inception". It took me 3 viewings but I finally figured out what was going on. Seriously interesting film. Supposedly, the effects were created without CGI. Wow.
I'll be 21 in a month. Not sure how I feel about that. Mixed emotions, to be sure.
So that's it. Having lots of good, clean, healthy fun.
Have a wonderful and sexy day,
Chandra
It starts with an attitude of entitlement. I’m a JAP and you’re not. The thing is, like being a guru or some great leader…you can’t let down your guard. Always the game face. Always on. I’m entitled. And woe to the man who doesn’t get it because if he doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get “it”. What’s “it”? Hellooo.
You WILL open my door. You WILL pay for my meals. You WILL buy me jewelry. (OK, I’m not into jewelry but a lot of them are.) You WILL grovel for sex. (OK, that’s not me either but I’m trying to make a point here.) And if you think I’m going to swallow….better buy me the home of my dreams first and it better be in the "right" neighborhood. Not my problem if you can't afford it.
You like big tits? You pay for them. You like Angelina Joli lips? You pay for them. You don’t like middle age spread? You pay to have it sucked out. Otherwise, kiss my ass. Oh, and if you expect me to have your kids, you’d better hire a nanny, because I’m not dragging your crying, sniveling, whining, shitting, vomiting little brats along when I have my hair or my nails done. And when my mother comes to visit? You’d better be nice to her or it’ll be the last time this year you get laid. And speaking of getting laid….if I see that the ceiling needs painting, I won’t even fake my orgasms, you inadequate worm, until it’s done.
And by the way...we'd better belong to the "right" temple, because I'm not going to be seen in a second rate synagogue on the holidays.
And why do I expect to be treated like this? Because I’m entitled. After all…I’m a Jewish American Princess and if you don't treat me in the style to which I expect...I'll emasculate you, you sniveling excuse for a man.
And you know what's really outrageous? A lot of them are really like this.
Here's to fun blogs and I hope you're having a great day.
Chandra JAP (a little)