days go by and still i think of you

So yesterday was another day of incall work. It was very nice. I had two repeat dates. Which was wonderful. And a really sweet Australian cutie to finish off with. I called him my dessert.

Whomever came up with the idea to allow people to deposit their money via the ATM deserves a blow job. Seriously. What a brilliant idea, I can now just drive up to the ATM, deposit my stacks of cash and go. Never even having to look at anyone, or find an excuse to tell the bank teller why is it that I come in every couple of days with a wad of cash.

Last night I ended up having some fun with N. I guess our once a year hookup got upgraded to twince a year. It started out by him teaching me the proper way to put on a condom, moved to us testing out how much more accepting my a-hole has become (the answer is very, since N is an extremely well endowed man) and finished in just regular fun.

While I had an hour to myself yesterday I decided to take a trip over to the Hotel bar for a drink and some food. Jameson Manhattans are always deliscious, and the shrimp fettucini with cashews and corn was also amazing. Chatted up a cutie, but he was there visiting his girlfriend, who workes at the Hotel and popped in a few times to check on him. She didn't seem very happy about us talking, even tho I did introduce myself to her right away.

Am starting to check out apartments in the area. I need to stop spending money uselessly first. But tonight I'm gonna be sipping on some $36 Firefly Sweet Tea. Yum.

The story of N

My best friend N and I have the strangest relationship. He considers me to be one of the boys, and I consider him almost like a gay guy (he is a total bitch. one time he scratched up his knee and then was whining about it for like 2 weeks. bitch). We constantly tease one another. It has especially escalated since I've gotten my piercing. But we did used to have sex. For a little while we would hook up occasionally, he even came with me to my prom and we got a trashy motel room after, it was great. It was totally awesome, no strings attached fun for a while, till I eventually felt like I might be catching some feelings and decided to distance myself. At which time he got back with his ex. We've hooked up many a times since, but the feelings never returned, thank goodness. Now don't get me wrong, I consider N to be the love of my life in a way because he is one of only 2 (non-family) people that I know that I want to be a part of my life for the rest of my life. Over time I even started loosing my attraction to N little by little, and so now our sexcapades have dropped to maybe one every year. We keep them kind of secret, as in we don't really talk about them. I mean it would be kind of embarrassing to admit that I has sex with a lil bitch, and that N banged out a total dude.

It's funny. When I'm with a guy on my own time then they are luck enough just to get me into bed (not that it is that difficult), but when I am with a client it is completely different. They did not get me into bed, they paid me into it. So when I am with J for example i don't think about how much he is enjoying it. I know that as long as I am enjoying it so is he. With a client tho it takes some more concentration. I have to pay attention to his breathing, the noises he makes, flinches of his body. I tend to keep my eyes closed, even tho I have noticed that they like it when I don't. Doggy is always a favorite cause amongst all my hair they can't see my face. Lube is a blessing. I'd be (un)screwed without it.

It is very pleasant when a customer wants me to be happy as well. Strangely enough I cum at work more often then in real life. finger play and cunnilingus only tho.

The older gentleman like to make love. The sweet sensitive kind. The guys I sleep with on my own tend to fuck for sport, which is great in it's own way. The tossing and turning, and pounding, and sweating. When you're done neither one can breath, let alone walk.

I have noticed that I keep my phone between my legs when I drive. After some thought I came to the conclusion that it totally is on purpose.

So I think I might start going to All Ameican Rejects concerts, but only to stare at the leader singer and his pretty pretty eyes.... I'd bring ear plugs with me.

Work is definately helping me get over some discrimination issues. I will say that I am not that fond of ceartin cultures, but once I am in that room it does no really matter. It's not like I can tell the manager "I will not see this guy because he is a ___________". Due to this I have actually been pleasently suprised.

One fellow whom I was reluctant about was the first man to find my g-spot, and he thoroughly enjoyed teasing it.

So as an explanation to why I'm upset with J.

He was supposed to come by on Tuesday and stay a couple of days. The manager had asked me to work that morning so I had a room in a 3Star Hotel to myself in the evening. What a perfect coincident.

I was aware of this ahead of time so I made sure to make him aware that I had something special in mind for when he gets here.

In the morning on the way to work along with some necessities for the morning I also picked up some stuff for him for the morning after so that he can be all fresh and spiffy (i.e. shirt, boxers, deodorant, toothbrush).

Around 6 I get a text I'll be there around 11 or so, ok that works out fine. Well 11 rolls around and no sign of J. 11:30 rolls around and so I decide to call him, no answer. Midnight strikes and I call again (needy, I know, I only ever do it on a rare occasion, and I usually regret it)

"Hello?" A girls voice... oh really?

"Hi is J there?"

Girl mumbles something away from the receiver

"He's sleeping."

"Oh, ok, thank you, bye."

Click...

A little later I talked to my friend A who did manage to get J on the phone and found out that he will be in a day later. That's nice. I asked A, his girlfriend, and best friend to join me in the Hotel for a Jager/Spades party (I had bout a bottle of it for J). it turned out being a blast so the morning did end on a happy note. And I am quick to forgive.

Too quick if a good lay is involved.

It has been such nasty weather outside for weeks, and today it is especially grey. I decided to call out of work, claiming food poisoning from bad sushi. I'll do tomorrows lunch shift, all day Saturday, and maybe Sunday. Tonight... well tonight I think I'm going out dancing. And gosh darn it I do plan on dancing. Maybe a little bit of drinking will be involved as well, hopefully I won't get into any more trouble.

This morning I drove into the sunrise. Or at least I drove during a sunrise. Back home, to my Stalinesque father and my extremely comfortable bed. Funny, no matter what, in the end I always much rather sleep in my own bed then anywhere else, even if that somewhere else is a very nice hotel room. Now if I can only move my bed out of my parents place into my own place. Which means that I really need to stop unnecessarily blowing money.

J once again turned into a great dissapointment, for the millionth time. I don't know why I keep falling for his bullshit all over again. I mean, yes the dick is great, and he sure is a cutie, he talks real pretty, but it's all a facade. He fucks well cause he fucks every chick he meets. Regardless, he missed the suprise that I set up for him (which I really did put a lot of care into) and now I'm over it, if he doesn't give a fuck then why should I. At least I finally got my watch back, so in reality I no longer have a need to keep contact with him. He's about to join the X phone list.

Had my first slightly freaky guy at work. I spanked him so hard that his ass was beet red and my hand tingled. It was fun. He started getting rought with me, but I was not down, sorry, not trying to get bruises.

Curiosity killed the cat but I'm sill alive somehow

So I went on a couple of websites and checked out my reviews. Luckily they were all really nice and sweet and honest. I'm glad that the boys were all happy, as silly as it may be it means a lot, cause I really would much rather have repeating clients than not. I hope that the manager agrees with me. Funny guy that manager is, funny guy. Regardless I'm glad I have off today.

Today is starting out as a really awesome day. So far it has consisted of a pussy and eyebrow wax, new shrit from Anthropologie, makeup stuff from MAC, Betsey Johnson sunglasses, and dinner at Red Lobster with my mom. Now it is time for a nap.

Awwwwww, J is melting my heart all over again. Not only have the past few days that I have spent with him been wonderful, but he just called me from back home just so that I know where he is and that he's ok. How is it that he is capable of charming me to death. Like I've told him before, he could bewitch the panties off of a nun. I simply can't let him go, him and T are both just such amazing guys that they make my legs into butter and I am unable to fend for myself.

So first day at the new Agency.

My manager is really cool, we get along great. He's absolutely hilarious and has a very similar attitude as me. Kind of like me with a penis, and just as crazy. I wish I could introduce him to N, he'd idolize the dude. But that will never happen. Separate lives.

I have quickly learned that anal is the new blowjob. Now that everyone has convinced their wives and girlfriends to give them head they need to see what else they can convince us is fun.

Well I'm paid, so of course I'll do it (for extra fees of course), and while I may moan and groan and act like I'm in heaven... it's all a lie. NO IT IS NOT ENJOYABLE. It's not the end of the world like I used to think it was, but it's not really something that I get up in the morning and am all YaaaaaaaY about. It hurts, it gets sore quickly, and what the hell ever gave you the idea that I want you to shove your finger up my ass. I don't. You having your finger up there does absolutely nothing for me, and it does nothing for you either since hello, it's your finger. If you have to put something up there at least let it be your dick so that you can enjoy it or your tongue so that I can enjoy it. Cause come to find out getting your ass eaten is pretty cool.

What's even better is men that loooooove to eat pussy and are good at it. I already came like 3 or 4 times (just from cunnilingus).

What a great job I have.

And the french onion soup is also Delicious.

YaaaaaaaaY

I got a gig with a respected agency! So freaking exciting! I start Thursday. Till then I get to enjoy the company of J, that's if he does actually show up, since he says he will all the time and then never does. But seriously. On Thursday I shall be able to pay my cell phone bill, and hopefully even pay off some of my credit card debt. I'll work again Saturday and Sunday, and then I'll be able to pay the insurance company. After that it's smooth sailing for savings to move out of this house. I know I'm kind of taking the easy way out... but it works for me, and if I can achieve all the things that I want to achieve with it then GREAT!

the kitty blond

So I finally had the talk with what's his face about ending my business affiliation to him. He wasn't very happy about it. Too bad, I really don't care that much. I can do the same thing without him, and I can even keep all the money to myself this time.

Au Revoir mon cher.

Well at least I got a pedicure today. And at least I wont be late to N P anymore. And I won't be out all kinds of crazy hours in hopes that oh maybe if the world is kind I will make some money. Oh yeah now I will also only be paying for my own advertising, and not someone elses. Now I just hope that Cherry calls me back, and if not... well then someone will damn it.

But I'm happy. Once I got over the nervousness everything was great. My first date couldn't have been sweeter.
We talked about our heritage
got undressed
suck, lick, fuck, repeat
I must have done pretty good since it ended with an I love you.

The second, third, and fourth date were all like... 15 minute shebangs.
It was during those that I realized that a. this is a really easy job where b. you can provide great customer service very easily. Which is why I don't understand people that feel the need to rip others off. Stealing from customers, cutting the time short, etc are all completely unnecessary and trashy.

I dunno

I feel like if you provide the customer with amazing service, and they leave with a huge smile on their face then everyone wins. He got what he paid for, and I most likely have a repeat customer, which would be soooooooo much better then having to look for new ones all the time. Or maybe that's just me, call me crazy.

I dunno, but it's getting late and Cherry still hasn't given me a ring (the phone kind) so I think that I will try and make some money on my own. Hopefully it will work out.

The beginning

So last week I called up this guy who was going to set me up on a couple of dates. I met up with him and he seemed cool enough. Very smooth talking. I never fully trusted him, thank god. So we got to work together. 3 other girls were dating with us as well. 2 were ok, 1 was awesome. I spent like 4 days with them, there were good moments, and there were bad moments, it ended on a bad note. I did get some dates, but it was completely thanks to me, all he really did was motivate me, which I guess is helpful, but I still did a way more then he did, and he took half the credit. He also disregarded my wishes, and pushed me toward exhaustion. Which could have cost me a lot.

Regardless it's over now, I no longer plan on working with him. Instead I plan on working with a woman, and if that doesn't produce all results needed I will also work on my own.

....... so I'm like officially a hooker, a call girl, whatever you call it. As in I have delibaretely made a date with a man for the purpose of him paying me to have sex. It was the easiest money I've like ever made, and for my first trick the guy was a peach. Sweet, funny, direct, easy, and with a small dick.