Explore Wild Fantasies With Jewell – Mad Chaos: July 21, 1998

Lyssa Sounds Depressed Again

Calling Lyssa back she just told me once again how she was depressed about the whole situation of me calling Jewell and most probably moving on.  Hearing this just made me agitated because I didn’t need a sympathy act or for Lyssa to make me feel bad.  

Lyssa and I talked for an hour about how it was now over.  I sat there trying to calm her down.  We had a little tempered conversation.  After some silence and then agitated volume of noise, we hung up the phone perturbed.  

A Call To Jewell

Ending the conversation with Lyssa around 8:30pm, I brought down the food from upstairs,  Upon taking my first bite, the phone rang.  Answering, it was Jewell.  

This was our second call tonight after talking in the afternoon.  

“Hey.  I have to warn you, I just started eating,” I said.

“Okay.  Can you call me back when you are finished,” her happy voice asked.

Lyssa Apologizes For Being Rude

Lucky that did happen because Lyssa called back a minute later in a sad mood.

“I am sorry for how I acted,” she apologized.  “I realized that it is none of my business who you talk to.  So, I don’t care what you do anymore.”

My temperament was eased.  Finally I was able to communicate with Lyssa once again on our level.  Lyssa knew she was upset but because she was over-reacting, she changed her thoughts so that we could once again be friends and compatible.  This day would once come, and Lyssa was not ready to hear me say I was speaking to another girl on the phone, even if it was Jewell.

Break Taboos With Jewell

Jewell and I were just talking on the phone.  Finishing my food, I called back Jewell around 8:50pm and talked with her until midnight.  

After some hassles at the start of the conversation, we headed to a great conversation.  There were many wise words spoken tonight.  Long persistent feelings have been broken, that of being stubborn and patient.

Some way through our conversation we knew that we were seeing each other in the next two weeks. Then Jewell and I started getting headstrong thoughts.

Somewhere in the conversation our attentions were centered on what each other’s thoughts were.  I remember we were talking about nightclubs.

“I think it would be great if we went to a nightclub together,” I shared.

“Totally.  It would be great because we would go off on the dance floor together,” she noted excitedly.

Probing into that, my thoughts were rampant trying to figure out all the raunchy visions in Jewell’s head.

In my head, I thought Jewell had the vision that we were both dirty dancing on each other in the midst of everyone, and that’s not all.  

I asked, “What would you be wearing?  Do you dance in short skirts?”

“Yeah!  I don’t have any loose skirts.  All my short skirts are very tight,” Jewell placed an eager vision in my head.

You can imagine where my fantasy drifts off from there.  My thoughts now center onto Jewell’s imagination.  I picture her wearing a skirt and me running my hand up her leg.  

“What are you thinking in your head now,” I asked Jewell.

She made them perfectly clear that they were raunchy and full of heat.  Jewell asked me to figure out what was on her mind and in her thoughts, but she didn’t tell me.  

The Projection Of Wild Fantasies 

Now Jewell is just about to go to sleep from another arduous night talking with me.  Jewell is trying to send images from her mind over to me right now as I write in my Diary.  Because we have such a mental bond and know what we are both thinking about, relatively, Jewell is trying to portray her thoughts into my mind.  Hopefully, her images will be written in my Diary tonight.

“I can get crazy when I dance in a nightclub.  My friends all said that,” she shared.

“I get crazy in a nightclub too.  I can just picture you.  You know your redhead friend told me one day that when you get crazy, you take all your clothes off and run around in the nude!  Is that true?”  

“Did she tell you that, did she?  Yeah, it is true,” Jewell went along with my story.  

She made me believe her for a split second.

“Are you being serious,” I peppered.

That placed thoughts in my head.  I bet that’s one of the things that Jewell is trying to place into my mind right now, her in the nude.  

“I run around the house sometimes with no clothes on,” she jokingly told me.

She sounded so serious that thoughts had to be adrift in my mind.  

Then I tried to figure out the raunchy ideas in Jewell’s mind.

“This idea.  Do they have to do with leather, hand cuffs, nudity or frolicking,” I asked.

“I am not telling you,” she just laughed.

Constantly Teased With Rejection

Originally I was only going to chat with Jewell until 10:30pm but we started getting agitated because I wanted her to see me soon and she kept denying me.  I was pissed off at Jewell because in my mind I knew that she would keep turning down our first meet until it was no longer an issue.  I either had to sort it out or be angry.  But her reservations were finally broken down to her not knowing her feelings, being afraid and trust.

Then I leveled with Jewell.

“Hey.  I want you to promise to me that you will see me in the next two weeks.  I’m tired of being rejected.”

“Would you like to call me tomorrow,” I also asked.

“Okay.  I will call you tomorrow,” she agreed.  “I will come home by 12:30pm tomorrow.  I will wake you up with a phone call while you are sleeping.”

“Good.  Tomorrow I plan to travel into Campbelltown to collect my tax pack.  Instead of call me when you are finished, can you meet me in Campbelltown?”

As simple as that would have been, Jewell denied me.  

“I will see you in two weeks time or less,” Jewell assured me.

“Only say that if you mean it, because I put trust in you.  I could reverse the roles on you and not call you, and be the one that tells you not to call me until you are ready to meet with me,” I returned.

This act was kind of on the lines of the song “Till You Do Me Right”.  

A Tentative Date With Jewell

Fortunately we did come to the agreement that she would see me in the next two weeks and I was happy that things were at last going my way.

Trusting now that Jewell will meet with me before two weeks, I placed a mark on today’s date being Tuesday.  Two Tuesdays forth from this date, Jewell should have come face to face with me.

Time shall heed patience where impatience has far too much time.  That is close to one of the sayings I told Jewell tonight to help my victory over the stubborn manor she has brought herself to believe in after so many references have been placed to its nature.

On The Same Wavelength With Jewell

Near the end of Jewell’s conversation with me, it was all smiles.  In fact I couldn’t keep the smile off my face trying to think all the perverted thoughts that were in Jewell’s mind.  To be truthful, as I might have noted many times before, Jewell and I are really compatible.  Not really having had an argument before that had ever gotten out of hand, we would always solve our problems together.  

Not only that, but all the things we are into, we both like.  Like my thoughts of being able to play a game of mine over the modem with Jewell is reality because I know Jewell will be into it too.  Everything that would be an idea in my head is worth running through Jewell’s head because it would probably be dealt with priority and willingness.  

I can not only share small things like visiting the City or being at nightclubs together with Jewell but also the ability of Jewell to keep me hooked with the ideas in her head.  Here I am thinking they are some sexual thoughts.  I might be right.  That’s what’s good about it.  What’s more, Jewell loves it.

Hinting About The Dedications CD

“What is on your mind tonight,”I asked Jewell.

“You tell me what is on yours,” she asked me the same questions.

I gave away clues as to the CD that I’m sending to Jewell.  Making it seem like it was only a thought or idea in my mind and not an actual solid object I was giving to her, I gave some clues.

“Never in your whole life can you conjure what I have in store for you,” I beamed.

Jewell will flip when she finally receives my CD.  I know that it’s the right thing to do now.  

Reading Back On Love Letters

Talking about the first letter I sent to Jewell and the pretense of my actions towards the sending of that letter, I asked Jewell to get out all the letters I had sent her.  

She read me out the poem I wrote on her last birthday card with ‘FINE’ as the first letters of each line.  

We then also noticed that I sent a card with my first letter to Jewell, which read “I missed you yesterday, I missed you today and with any luck I won’t see you tomorrow either.”  That was a lost letter.  On the bottom the caption read “Another Level” and that other level was the fact that I had sent her a letter.

Imagining Seeing Jewell Soon

Now as the time dawns onto 1:30am I have to see if the imagery that Jewell has tried to bestow upon me with mind power has actually worked.  My thoughts are upon the day we actually see each other, where I know it won’t be just tea and coffee.  What I imagine is that we meet.  After glancing into each other’s eyes we will realize our undying passion.  

Torrid will be the moment passing.  

Those blank and unbridled stares towards each other will mould into a security that we both feel for each other.

What I’m trying to say is that we’ll get onto each other and jump into a bush, strip down to the bare essentials and let nature take over.  Well not to that extent, but the thought of Jewell running around nude has come into play within my mind.

All the thoughts in my mind are mostly sexual, but I can’t put my finger on what all the thoughts in Jewell’s mind might be that she wants to do to me (as she put it).  Only in time will I find out, or maybe tomorrow when Jewell calls me at 12:30pm to wake me up from my slumber.  That’s going to be fun.  When I do go to sleep tonight may my dreams be pleasant.