Monday 20 December 2010

New Boxes

I had what was definitely the most intense experience I have ever had at work, but I am also pretty sure that it is at like number two on my whole life's list.

I have been tying people up since my teenage years. I have always been dominant, and even when I had men be dominant it was only because I demanded it and told them what to do.

Today I had a date with a dominant man. We met once before for lunch, and had a very nice time. We started out by discussing safety and the way things work. I was to refer to him only as Sir. He made me present myself, and strip. He put a chest harness on me out of rope, and spanked me with a small hand piece all over. He had me get down on my knees and allowed me to blow him. We moved onto the bed, where he tied my legs around my thighs and calves in a kneeling position, with my arms bound behind me and teased me with vibrators and dildos and other things that I could not see. I twitched, and shook, and squealed like a mad woman. I could no concentrate on any one thing. After I don't even know how much time he told me that I may ask for whatever I would like "Please fuck me sir" was about all I could muster. He untied me, and finished me off with his cock. Afterwards I was still unable to really put words together, or even thoughts together. I was like a new born calf, just learning to walk.

After he left I went downstairs to the bar and had a drink

Friday 17 December 2010

Lizard Kisses

I had a date with the client that has paid more of my bills then any other. He has been seeing me since I started. Stuck with me through agencies, through my independence, and now my semi-retirerment. He's my Theater Guy, and I cherish him dearly. Every date with him is just about the same. He comes in, I stand on my tippy toes to give him a hug and a kiss since he is very tall. We move over to the bed, he undresses, I undress, and we begin to "kiss". His kissing technique is very unique. Our lips only touch at the beginning and end of our smooch, the whole rest of the kiss, which tend to be like a good mintue each, is filled with tounge on tounge action. Nothing deep throaty, just tip to tip, left to right, right to left, up and down, and in circles. Non stop. I've learned to always try to be the one higher up or otherwise I end up with a mouth full of spit. He eventualy manuvers himself a bit further north, and moves my leg over his head for a better angle to eat my pussy. It's pretty difficult to butcher a rug munching session, and he has been seeing me for a long time now so he knows what makes me tick. He will often shoot me a wink when he notices me watching. I usually end up in a puddle that is half my juices and half his spit. We switch, and I brace myself. None of the oddeties that I have mentioned so far bother me all that much. They are all petty things that I look past without even a second thought. The one thing that is much, much, much more difficult for me to get over is that every single time I see him his nuts smell like he played tennis yesterday and has yet to shower since. I have developed special breathing techniques just for him.

Monday 6 December 2010

Workaholics Unite

it's nice being with somebody that is as much of a workaholic as I am.

Friday 12 November 2010

It is rather amusing how well I am doing since I have stopped advertising. It may be in part that a few of the fellas that have wanted to see me in the past are making sure to get around to it now just to make sure that they can keep doing so in the future. But to be honest it is also in good part because of the amount of repeat business I get. Which just makes me feel good. It's nice to be good at what you do and to enjoy doing it.

Of course just as many of the girls in my profession I am so good that some of the fellas believe the person I am for that hour is the same as I am the other 23 hours. When in reality it is me with so much extra sugar poured over top. Or should I say honey, I have been on a crazy honey binge lately. It has replaced all of my sugar and syrup and anything else along those lines.

I am sitting in a hotel bed as I type this. I will be sleeping here tonight. It has been a long while since I have slept in a hotel room after work. Well not really. It was not that long ago that I would sleep with H in hotels when we got the chance, just so that we can a. sleep in peace and b. sleep together. It has just been long since I have hung out in a hotel room by myself, playing on my computer, watching White Collar, and Burn Notice. Kind of a good thing to be honest, at least all of the episodes were new to me. Sadly, after having tasted the forbidden fruit, it is kind of lonely in this room by myself. Having the body of someone I care for next to me is a fairly fond idea.

H said he is on his way 20 minutes ago, he should be here in another 20.

Tuesday 2 November 2010

Jealousy

There is often jealousy amongst the girls in the business. There is jealousy between independent providers on the boards, things often come unglued. She said, he said stuff is as common as anal.

I never really experienced much jealousy when I was working for an agency. I didn't come in contact with other girls too much, and I never complained of a lack of appointments in comparison.

Now, as an agency, I am starting to see it. Two girls that work for us also work together at a strip club. One has been with us for a while, and the other one just started. Girl one has been very flaky lately and missing out on appointments, while girl two is on point, and since they have a similar body type, ends up getting the appointments. They end up liking her, and sticking to her from then on. Ooops. The fact that G2 is also sleeping with the Chief is not helping the situation either. All of this is not that important tho since G1 has not showed up to work and has not been in contact in a couple of days. I'm sure we will hear from her eventually.

What is important, to me at least, is that a gent that has seen me on multiple occasions came to see G2. I greeted him at the location, just to say hello, and he informed me that he will like to see me for an outcall in two weeks. Wonderful, off I leave as he goes into the bedroom. We meet back up once he is gone only for G2 to tell me that she he loved her and wants to have an overnight with her in two weeks. Ooooooooooooh really? Damn. I did feel a ping of jealousy, one bigger then I've had before, but still nothing major. Nothing that I would ever dwell on. It is the nature of the business.

Monday 1 November 2010

H and I are completely over. There were a couple of very messy attempts at making things work but in the end it just didn't. So I chose to pick a fight and move on.

I don't miss him specifically, I miss the comfort of him. I miss that glimmer of hope that I am actually lovable.

Oh gawd, fucking whiner parade. I hate it when I finally admit to the real reasons for why I am so broken up about shit, I feel so pathetic. I feel weak for having regular feelings, because I am so supposed to be ok with being single. All the time that I had spent looking down on people who depend on relationships for a sense of security and I became one myself so quickly. How hypocrytical.

Business is going ok, yet somehow I can not seem to catch up.

Girls are a pain in the ass for the most part. They don't call, they don't show, when they do they are constantly needy. Half of them are as dumb as a rock and or addicted to drugs, mostly cocaine. Sadly. It's forgivable, some are young, and I was young and did dumb shit too. Others I guess just can't keep it together as well as I. There I go again about my keeping my shit together. What a joke. It's like saying that you cleaned up the room because you swept, yet you left the pile of dirt in the corner.

Monday 18 October 2010

Bone Picking

Since joining the Agnency management side of things I have become boggled with a certain phenomenon. There are two types of girls the good girls and the wild childs. I had always considered myself a wild child, but considering the business the bar for wild child goes up severly and even I no longer qualify. The good girl is a fun girl, she parties, she fucks, she chills, and she can get loud, but at the end of the day she still has a good head on her shoulders, and knows how to turn it all off and just be. The wild child will party, will drink, and then not show up to work the next day because she slept through her alarm. Or when she does show she is late, tired, and haggard. Which then means that she needs another half an hour to make herself look like a proper hoe once again. She misses appointments, she puts me in uncomfortable situations (I don't always feel like having to entertain the client that is waiting downstairs myself while she puts 30lbs of makeup on), and she gets on my nerves.

Yet somehow the hot mess wild child still gets 5 times as many appointments as the good girl. I guess when you only have to deal with the antics for an hour or two it's just entertaining.

Wednesday 6 October 2010

The long sappy post

So much has happened. I came back from Australia to find H in my bed, naked. It was the most glorious suprise, even tho I kind of just wanted to drop my stuff, go to bed, and be alone. But of all people for me to have to spend time with upon my return he definately was the best one. We stayed together for weeks. We did not seperate for more time then it took to take a shower. Eventually, with regret, I went back to my sisters. We kept on seeing eachother, spending as much time together as we could find. He would come to see me every day, it took about $12 in tolls, plus would usually be a 45 minute drive. He introduced me to his friends and to his family. When he introduced me to people that mattered he did it by saying "This is the divine diety, Allah, Aaaaaalllaaaaaaaaahhh!", and pretty soon when he introduced me as his girlfriend as well.

In the meantime I picked up a job working for a friends agency. I answer the phones, and help out with keeping the girls in order. It's fun, it includes a lot of travel (which sucks), smoking trees, drinking booze, hanging out in hot tubs and strip clubs, and partying. Sounds fun but it gets old. I still see the clients I have previously seen, but not on a very regular basis.

A little while I later I said I love you, but only after he told me that he already knows. He didn't say it back for a few weeks, till he eventually did after I gave him an idea he was extremely happy with. Then his I love you's would follow all of mine. He had one of his routine bad days, but this time I was not prepared for it, they haven't happened in a while. I guess since I hadn't seen him in all of five days he got depressed again. We got in an fight, nothing violent, and once I felt myself getting viscious I ended the conversation, not on the nicest of notes. "I hope you enjoy being miserable and alone."

Well, it's the next day and I have not heard from him. I am aching because all I want to do is fix things, all I want to do is prove to him that I do not want anything from him other then for him to love me back.

Saturday 11 September 2010

Days go by

Oh blog, it has been so long. My lap top is still acting up and so I am using Hs sleeping time to use his iPad for my own needs. Things with H are going really well. He is a peach, and the first guy in ages that respects me, cares for me, values my opinion, and genuinely prefers to always have me by his side then not. We Are even talking about moving in together, which is kind of frightening, but I do need to get out of my sisters house, and I always did kind of dream of making scrambled eggs every morning as my man reads the paper. Oh man speaking of eggs I hope he gets up soon so that we can go get something to eat. I am all kinds of hungry, and I so need a shower.

On the work front there have been changes as well. I've begun thinking of going UTR due to being recognized in public once. Then a friend offered me a position within his agency, answering the phones and helping out with the girls. I took the job in a heart beat, took down my website, and sent out an email informing my already established clients that I will now be utr. So far it's going great, business is picking up, but we still need more girls, and if I find them I get a nice finders fee. God only knows that I will need all the money that I can get since H and I are looking at a place that is 2gs a month.

Sunday 1 August 2010

Dreaming

I am not sure what it is, wether the place, the change of time, the air, the book or whatever else, but I have been having some really intense dreams since I got here. Last night I dreamt that my ex (the scum that he is, I had the displeasure of running into him the day before I left and it made my blood boil) was working as security at a grocery store and ended up throwing eggplants at me. Of course the awesome person that I am I ducked them all but I ended up throwing a huge fit and had to be carried out of the store.

Life goes on

I knew that things would eventually fix themselves, and they kind of have.

The Sunday before I was to leave to Australia I worked close to the City so that in the morning I could go get my passport. In between appointments I'd hang out with my buddy and my sis at the pool relaxing and drinking. After I was all done we went out to eat, and after that my buddy and I went out for drinks. Another friend of mine met up with us at the bar. His name is H, and he is N's cousin. We have known eachother for a long time now, but have never had the chance to just hang out, so when he found out that I am near by he drove out to see me. How sweet eh?

After the drinks we went back to the hotel, where we stayed up pretty much all night talking, and well other things as well. In the morning he took me to the City to get my passport, and once that was squared away I accompanied him on some arronds. We spent the whole day together, and in the evening he drove us to N's house. We were both rather curious to see what N would think about the two of us showing up at his door together, but he didn't catch on to what was actually happening till we were leaving, and come to find out he doesn't mind at all. H spent the night with me at my house, and stayed till late evening the next day. If the amount of time spent together doesn't tell you that we really fell for one another, then the fact that when I woke up and found him still in my bed, and I was actually happy about it should.

On Wednesday he came back and took my sis and I to the airport. It was nice to have someone to give a hug to and say "I'll see you when I get back" to. Which is strange, which is not me. He's been on my mind a lot since, and I really can't wait to see him when I get back. No worries tho, I am very honest with him, as well as myself, and I am not leaving the business just because I spent an amazing 3 days with a guy. Besides, he told me that he would never ask such a thing of me in the first place.

The flight was brutal! Airplanes are so uncomofortable, and if you are up in the air for 16.5 hours there is not much you can do other then sleep. I did get to watch the Runaways tho, and Dakota Fanning is the shiznit! As soon as we landed and stepped outside of the airport we have been in paradise! Australia is the most naturally beautiful place I have ever been to. Sydney is spectacular in every which way, from the amount of vegitation, to the architecture, culture, food, and how friendly the people are, I am absolutely blown away. The first night we went out to a bar, where we ended up having a blast dancing our tushies off. We met this really nice guy, that offered to smoke us out back at his place. Sounds kind of shady doesn't it? But you know me, I will not turn down my once chance to smoke with an Aussie. Well actually he's Egyptian but still. So get this, we get to his place, which is the most fantastic apartment I have seen, we roll up a joint, he makes us some food, and we hang out and talk. When he is finally exhausted he sets us up in the guest bedroom, and goes off to sleep on his own. He made the fact that he wouldn't mind us joining him known, but he did not persue it. Come morning there is more smoking and one of the most amazing breakfasts that I have ever had from the Egyptian cafe downstairs which by the way is owned by his roomate. Afterwards they invite us to a party that same night, and give us a lift home. This kind of hospitality has not been witnessed by me anywhere else, ever. At least not by complete strangers. We never went to the party because we fell asleep really early (and then couldn't sleep half the night, which was ok since I got to watch the sunrise from the roof top of our hotel), but we do plan on giving them a call and taking them out as a thank you.

BTW the Royal Botanical Gardens are just smashing, and worth the aching feet that it takes to cover the whole grounds.

Wednesday 14 July 2010

Dear World

What do I do? My life is a fucking mess. I moved out and everything fell apart. The little baby part of me wants to just go to my folks house, lock myself in the closet, and stay in there till I'm so hungry I start eating my leather shoes.

I lost my wallet, all my credit cards, my passport, my fucking life! I am a moron. The passport is taken care of, I went to the consulate yesterday and applied for a temporary replacement, which I can pick up 2 days before I leave for Australia. Better then nothing. But all my money is gone, my bank account is overdrawn since 75% of my appointments haven't been showing up, and I can't work till I get new cards. I leave in exactly two weeks and I have no idea how the fuck I am going to manage. I cry every fucking day, and I don't know who to even ask for help. I feel like a shell of a human. All I want to do is sleep. I haven't been this depressed since fucking Levi. Fuck fuck fuck fuckety fuck. The cards are in the mail, but who the hell knows when they will get here. I don't even know where the hell to start fixing this. As soon as I get back from Australia I will be packing up my shit once again so that N can take his place in the house. I will most likely end up crashing on my sisters couch, till... till god only knows what or when. I guess I will be able to work out of New York then at least. Or maybe I will just get a real job. Or maybe I really won't come back at all. I will run off into the Australian wilderness and live in a cave, feeding on tourists. I will eventually go mad, or more mad then I already am and die.

Sunday 20 June 2010

black sheep

I am so fucking tired of being the bad guy all the time. No matter what I do I am always wrong in the end. Jane thinks I'm way too clingy so she never answers when I call. Nick thinks I am jealous of him and that I cock block him on purpose. My folks, well fuck my folks, they can eat it. My sis rats me out to my dad about the dinner I had planned for him for fathers day and then is suprised that I'm mad, since I should have already told him. Fuck you all.

Saturday 12 June 2010

Woodys

Sometimes I want to kick myself for how dumb I am. I had my second "date" with CF yesterday, and what do I do? What else, I fuck him. Now I am all kinds of mad at myself. Things completely change once that line is crossed, tho it has been rather clear that was the plan from the beginning. Not like him and I could actually date or anything, I mean seriously, we already got into an argument yesterday. He tried to tell me what to do, not ask, tell. Yeah right, the only people that give me orders are my father and the people I work for. Still it would have been nice to have kept things a wee bit more innocent for a lil bit longer. It also would have been nice for our first time not to have been at a strangers house. The setting was so strange that I can't even get into it, and luckily I don't remember much due to the excessive drinking I participated in most of the day. I do remember that I give the best blow jobs ever! I should put that down on my resume. Well, whatever, it happened, no turning back time, I can't have a boy friend anyway, especially not one that is demandning or possessive.


I am looking forward to some dates once again. After my 2 week vacation. There are two dates that I am especially looking forward to as they will allow me to further develope my Mistress side. So far I am sticking to some very basic stuff, you know, gotta start at the bottom and work ones way up. I am tutoring myself with Divine Bitches videos, and they have sparked my interest in a couple of things. I am epsecially interested in these fancy lil things that they call chastity devices. They're like mini cages for ones cock. I really like the clear ones, but I have also seen a couple of wooden ones that are just too cute.

Overall tho, the fetish world uses way too much leather, I need to get some DYI going on so that I have more animakl friendly gear.

P.S. I just realized that CF must have had a great time last night, since I have scratches on my back.

Friday 11 June 2010

Sometimes I want to kick myself for how dumb I am. I had my second "date" with CF yesterday, and what do I do? What else, I fuck him. Now I am all kinds of mad at myself. Things completely change once that line is crossed, tho it has been rather clear that was the plan from the beginning. Not like him and I could actually date or anything, I mean seriously, we already got into an argument yesterday. He tried to tell me what to do, not ask, tell. Yeah right, the only people that give me orders are my father and the people I work for. Still it would have been nice to have kept things a wee bit more innocent for a lil bit longer. It also would have been nice for our first time not to have been at a strangers house. The setting was so strange that I can't even get into it, and luckily I don't remember much due to the excessive drinking I participated in most of the day. I do remember that I give the best blow jobs ever! I should put that down on my resume. Well, whatever, it happened, no turning back time, I can't have a boy friend anyway, especially not one that is demandning or possessive.


I am looking forward to some dates once again. After my 2 week vacation. There are two dates that I am especially looking forward to as they will allow me to further develope my Mistress side. So far I am sticking to some very basic stuff, you know, gotta start at the bottom and work ones way up. I am tutoring myself with Divine Bitches videos, and they have sparked my interest in a couple of things.

Saturday 29 May 2010

I am a monster. The way that I treat men is just not nice. I used to be so nice. I used to always get screwed over, and taken advantage of. Now I just get screwed and taken care of. The last two weeks in a nut shell:

Monday last week I hung out around town and then hung out with N. He was all upset about this chic leaving him, I was kind of horny, we hooked up in an attempt to cheer him up. To be honest, with all of his size, might, and skill, N still bores me in sex because we just do not have that sexual spark. It's very dry... haha! Actually I do eventually end up turning dry.

Tuesday morning J calls me and tells me he is coming over. I think that J is one of those dudes that could get any girl, but chooses not to, because really he always nuts quick as hell. Or maybe it's just because I'm so far above regular pussy that it's just with me. Oh well, he's so cute and not bad that it's easily forgiven. As long as we can go again that is.

Thursday night I hang out with A. I told him to fuck that pussy likes he owns it and he did. I came twice, once when he was behind, and the second time when I was on top. I fell over and said that I am done. He got this sad, confused, poute look on his face and with his hand on his dick said "But, but, but I'm not." Alright then, are you down for an experiment? Yes? Good. Give me five minutes and meet me in the living room. I got up, went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Upon finishing I went into the living room, laid down on the couch with my legs hanging off the back, and my head the front. When he walked in I asked him to kneel in front of me, grabbed his dick and said "This goes here" as I pointed at my mouth. I then proceeded to coach and encourage him into mouth fucking me. You have to understand that A is very well endowed, and he is aware of his size, and while I love it, he in a way resents it. He told me once that he wishes he knew what it would be like to have your whole dick, top to bottom, in a girls mouth. I think he just hasn't found the girl yet, unfortunately I am not her, I hope that when he does find her he marries her. Back to the subject at hand tho, point is that A didn't want to hurt me, so he was being very gentle, I encouraged him to get rougher, it is supposed to be called throat fucking. Unfortunately I was very disappointed with my own performance, I blame it on the tonsils. I finished him off with a regular BJ, but you know that when I say regular it means exceptional.

Monday I go out to a bar with one of my girls. A couple of her boys meet us there, we start playing pool together, my girl and one of the guys are about to bounce, and guy #2 offers me a ride home. I gladly accept, no reason to spend money on a taxi if I don't have to. (Guy #2 = G2) We finish our game of pool, and he asks if I wanted to hang out back at his work (a local pool hall, yeah, of course he won the game, and he only used one hand) and watch a movie and put something in the air. Well shoot, this just gets better, not only do I get a lift home but I get to eat some blueberries? Shoot, this is a good night. We watched Alice in Wonderland, I was a lil bit drunk, and a bit out there, but I guess I was still cool cause we definitely ended up fucking on the pool table. I know, I know, I'm a hoe, but shit, we all know that if I was a man I'd be the shit if I got pussy the way that I get dick. I say FUDGE you and your double standards! Downside to all of this: I woke up with a hickey on each side of my neck. I hate hickeys! I hate turtle necks, and it is way to warm to wear a scarf and still be taken seriously.

Thursday I went to a local club with my same girl. She really is awesome people, and I am so glad that her and I are cool, even tho she got N all mangled. We're hanging out, waiting for some of her friends to show up, when out of nowhere Colin Farrell comes up to us and says hello. Ok, so it wasn't the real Colin Farrell but he could have been his brother. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, fine as hell, and Turkish. Turkish men are just so nice, and they treat their women so well. At the same time they hold them up to a higher standard. We spend pretty much the whole rest of the night together, well more like my girl and I spend the rest of the night together running wild and he was often by our side. Great kisser, no problems with erections like the last Turk I banged. Very passionate. After the club we went to where else? The pool hall, to go hang out with G2 of course. Can you say AWKWARD! I had to do my damn best to keep CF off of me as much as possible, so I started playing with the dogs, two pits, one of which is super hyper. I'm in a short skirt, the dog keeps jumping on me, and I get scratches all over my legs. Wonderful, I look like I got attacked by a wild beast. CF is really cute :)

Friday 21 May 2010

say my name say my name

A came back from Miami and give me his sperm. Hahaha, but no seriously, he gave me this sperm shaped piggy bank which is absolutely adorable, and then we spent an hour or so doing all kinds of dirty things. I love busting out new tricks and blowing him away every time. He loves that I can take it, and I love that he can give it. Which I guess can also be said for J and R, but A definitely has some length on the both of them. He really does have an exquisite cock.

Other then that, well not driving is proving to be fantastic. I am much happier and a lot less stressed. The lack of alone time is something that I will just have to deal with. I'm sure I will eventually find a happy medium, and in the mean time still make all kinds of great money.

Thursday 13 May 2010

Being Independent and working for an Agency are two different beasts. I think it is too early for me to be able to judge which one is better, they each have their upsides and downfalls. When working for an agency, as you said, you don't get to pick who you see, you just have to pray that your boss likes you that day and doesn't send you an asshole. On the other hand an agency opens up it's huge door of already established clientele. Then if your boss does like you they tend to send more business your way. While when you are Indy you are in a whole pool of girls and you have to make yourself stand out, which basically comes down to whether or not you have that little bit of extra something in you, whatever it may be.

Wednesday 12 May 2010

So I guess that I am weak. I went to see R. He is lucky he is cute and has an amazing pipe game, and I made sure he knew so. I was very dissapointed when I found out that there would be no round 2.

Tuesday 11 May 2010

Light Saber Wars

I hate the back and forth that I tend to have with well endowed guys. They are so freaking unreliable, but so incredible in the sack. Grr. The road to the end may vary, but it all ends sooner or later. Whether it's like with A where I fell for him, or like K where he fell for me. The worst is of course when like R, they think I have fallen for them and think they've got me in their pocket, which is a complete turn off. Silly boys and the games they play. If he only realized that I want nothing else from him other then his dick. Yet even if he did I don't think it would change his flakiness.

Friday 7 May 2010

You have to love days off, when you just go out and wonder the world. You never know what kind of adventures you may get into.

Yesterday, after a very pleasant, relaxing morning I took the car to the wash, skipped over to a DunkinDonuts and order a breakfast. When give the total I reached into my purse only to realize that I do not have my wallet. A quick flack back to me putting it on my bed, makes me tell the barista (?) to scratch the bagel and OJ, I'll be right back. I had to convince the car wash attendant that I will be right back to pay her, run home (in my freshly cleaned car, it smelled so nice), grab my wallet, go back and pay.

Sometimes I am amazed that I didn't forget to put shoes on or worse to bring my head.

The journey continues on to my friends house on a farm. I like to go there sometimes to let the hours fly away. He's still a fairly new friend tho, and I have yet to figure him out I think. He asks me to scratch his back and I ask him for a back rub, he is after all a professional. The massage ensues in a rather professional manner. It turns into a full body massage, which I will not object to, until that is I feel lips on my ass. Like right in the center, a lip touch each cheek.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh you know, I just got into the moment"
"I appreciate the offer, but no thanks. Could you finish my lower back?" He does. "Oh look at the time, I have to go have dinner at a friends house."

I don't remember requesting a happy ending.

Drop by the store to pick up some ingredients, including wine, and over to my girls house. I finally get to see her apartment, the one we were supposed to live in together, but decided against. Instead she is living with a different friend of ours, no comment, I am not offended. I tell her of my escapades so far, and then continue on. Having time to kill I start down the road toward a general direction and find a carnival. I go in and get on the Ferris Wheel, then the Merry-Go-Round, come to find out I think I am too heavy for those, I tried 3 different horses and each one bucked under me every time it reached the top or bottom. Maybe it was just old. I followed up with a shooting game, where one of the attendants was hitting on me while another was trying to teach me how to get it done. Amidst all of this I get a text message booty call.

This is when the evening get interesting.

I leave the carnival and get on my way to the bar where I'm to meet R, the cute artist boy that lives on top of the bar now. :) We have a couple of drinks, and I make friend with this gorgeous girl, who gets a bit too drunk. I try to help her to the bathroom and as a thank you she pulls down a hostess table down on top of us. I fall on her, the table on me legs. Some people help us up, in the rust of adrenaline I don't even check my legs to see damage done, mission is to get her to the bathroom and I always accomplish my mission. After I go up with R to his room, there is no bed. As if that could stop us, he prompts me up on a shelf and we start fucking. At some point he picks me up and drops me on the floor, I don't think he meant to drop me, but whatever. Neither of us finishes, but it's OK, something to look forward to next time.

In the morning I wake up, my whole right calf is purple, my knees are covered in rub burn as is one of my elbows, and to top it off I jammed my left thumb. Oh a night to remember.

Saturday 1 May 2010

On the other side

I have always been curious what it would be like to be on the other side of a dick. Many time I have thought about what I would do if I was granted to have a dick for a day. What I have come up with is all rather juvenile but very amusing. Yet never did I think that I would get to finally find out what it is like to fuck another man. A client whom I adore, whom also adores me, has asked me if I would be willing to wear a strap on. We have previously discussed my interest in the matter, but it had been a long while ago. He went out and purchased one just for me, he picked it out to his liking. We scheduled a date, we were both very excited about it, the day finally came. He had warned me that he thinks he might have overdone it a bit, and he was not kidding. When I put the thing on it almost reached to my knee. It was fantastic. Nothing could have wiped the grin off of my face. Not only to be on the other side of a dick, but to be on the other side of a monstrosity! Almost immediately I swung it around like Peter in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. We didn't go all the way that time, we decided to save it for later, so that I can get used to it a bit more beforehand, and so that we have a bit more time. Instead he went down on it for a bit, he was hardly able to get his mouth around it.

I need to remember to also write about my first rope experience.

Monday 26 April 2010

Sunday 25 April 2010

My father came back from Poland today. As usual he came with gifts. I asked for wooden spoons I received two books. My cousins fiance picked them out. Now I love my cousin, he's awesome, he's a week older then I am and so we were very much raised together, shoot I remember times when we were bathed together. But we are very much different and I have never met his fiance. I guess she is buying me books that she can relate to, they are about women that are ready to have babies, and get married, and do all those, well those womanly things that society expects of us. I have always been so much against that type of thing that I really have no interest in the subjects. I feel like it would be kind of hilarious to send her books about things that I enjoy. I can go light on her and just get her a copy of the Manhattan Call Girl, it is very delicate and tongue in cheek, and rosy.

Never the less I can not find anything else that I would care to read at the moment.

Wednesday 21 April 2010

And the wacky e-mails are starting to begin. One guy e-mailed me with specific directions on how to make the best of coming to his city, which was fairly helpful, and I plan on doing so soon. But he gave me a ridiculous amount of information and detail, including like 10 different refernces. I asked like five and they all said he is great.

I especially love another message that I got.

First Initial
will you swallow?

The End

No name, no nothing, not even proper capitalization, this guy sure knows how to make a gal feel special.

Thursday 8 April 2010

Work has been going fine. I just need to start doing more. More advertising, more days scheduled, more websites. I added a news section to my website, as well as a reviews section. I chose the quotes from reviews that I liked best. I picked things that I thought were telling but discreet, and tame.
A quote from Mistress Matisse, I really like her. I am reading all of her early stuff. little by little catching up to now. Anyways, the quote is the absolute truth.

"Lots of people can be charming and attentive and make you feel special - for short spaces of time. I think I can do all right in that department myself on good days. But do that for hours and days on end - wow, that's impressive."

Tuesday 30 March 2010

Problems

Oh my goodness, what a crazy, crazy world. I have come across something that I have never before experienced (obviously, it's something only an independent girl would deal with), nor read about, and I have absolutely no idea how to handle the situation. I think I have a client that may be falling in love with me. He has only seen me once but his reaction was a bit over the top.

On one hand it freaks me out. What if he turns into a stalker? What if he won't stop bugging me all the time, like Sam did. What if he makes things awkward? This are all really big, really important issues to deal with.

Tho he really doesn't seem the crazy type, he has been handed some crappy cards so far. He is extremely lonely, and because of it he is kind beyond belief and often gets taken advantage of. I showed him a form of affection that he has not felt in a long time. Personally I think he should see a good psychologist instead of being on the meds that he is on.

I really think that I should just send him a message explaining the situtation. But what do I say? "Hi, I think you got a bit confused. I am a hooker, you pay me for a ceartin service and I proivde it. Since that service is for me to act like your girlfriend I understand that it may get a bit confusing, but never forget that this is just pretend. It is a fantasy, I am not real, you do not know me." Right, like that would work.

Monday 22 March 2010

Thursday 18 March 2010

last and first

My working vacation ended unpleasantly, which wasn't really different from the whole week. Really, I spent the week sitting on the beach, going to baseball games, going out to eat, and sitting at the Tiki Bar by the hotel pool drinking Margartias. I would go for walks, even when it rained, just to get away from him. I would only allow sex once a day, and during the last two days I avoided it completely. I think this will be the last time I go on a vacation. Unless it's with a guy I know and like very well, and he has to pay me like 4 times what I got paid this time. Otherwise it is not worth the frustration. I am just not a people person.

Today is the first official day of me being on my own. I have my screening accounts done, I have my advertisments up, everything is running very smoothly, now if I could just get more bookings, so far today I only have one. Then I have a dinner date with one of the other indys, and then poker at A's house.

This weekend N and I are hosting a Toga Party, can not freaking wait! I'm making the Jungle Juice, and you can bet that it will be delish!

Sunday 7 March 2010

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is going to be a long week.

day 1 of paid vacation

We arrived in Florida yesterday. The plane ride was good. We chatted a bit, then he read his magazines while I watched a movi which lasted till the end of the flight. The hotel is nice, like all Marriots are, and right on the beach. We can literally see the beach from our balcony. That's where I'm sitting now typeing this. When we first got the hotel I washed up and we had our first round. We went to the movies and saw Alice in Wonderland, which was great. Then we went to a nice Italian restaurant. Great dinner conversation. He talks a lot, and does not allow to be intterupted. Came back to the hotel, cuddled and went to bed. Attempt at round 2. I slept fine, till about 6am when I started to fade in and out of sleep. At 8 something I hear him wake up and feel hands all over me. This is when my problem arised. I am not a morning person, and to be touched first thing in the morning is not necessarily something that is up my league. But work is work, I asked for another minute, did my best to reset my mind, and gave him a bj to get it over with. It worked. Now he's making me pancakes, and I'm about to go in the shower and then take a walk to the beach, hopefully by myself. Not looking forward to future mornings since he made it clear that he loves morning sex.

Saturday 6 March 2010

Fuck me, it looks like hooking is about to become my full time job. I can no longer live with my parents, the tension between my father and I has become too much. So Putting my shit into Ns spare bedroom and off to hotels my ass goes. As soon as I get back from my work trip to Florida that is.

Thursday 4 March 2010

Oh my goodness. So it seems that this whole Independent thing was a brilliant idea. I am booking appointments weeks ahead of time. Everybody so far is super supportive, and super sweet. I am getting awesome feedback on my website. Things could not be going better I don't think. The only downer is that some of the other ladies in my league got their panties in a knot about it. Too bad for them. None of the girls that have been around for a while like fresh meat, and while I may not be brand spankin new I did just change stores.

Sunday 28 February 2010

Why are hookers so often lesbians?

Seriously, why are so many girls in this business seriously into girls. I get hit on by other hookers so much, and I don't get it. You fuck men for a living, so you must be somewhat into men. Is it that you fuck so many man it's nice to feel a different touch every once in a while? I guess, but I fuck older, usually out of shape men for work, so when I go out privately I find the cutest guys that I possibly can to get it on with, and get the sex that I want, and the pounding that I love. A chick can't pound me, she doesn't have a dick, a strap on is not the same thing.

Sunday 21 February 2010

2down 1more to go

OH man, last Thursday I went out dancing with a couple of friends at the local club. It was eh, till I got a big hug from one of the hottest guys from college. Now when I went to school from almost the first day there were 3 guys that I thought were drop dead. A Coumbian, a Iranian, and a black guy. I got with the Columbian, it took some work but it happened and he still tries to get more. I gave him two shots and he wasn't that grat so I didn't feel the need for a repeat. The Iranian I started talking to but things got cut off pretty quickly. The last night I ran into him at the club, we danced a little, went outside for a smoke and ended up the in the cooler. Made out for a minute, I gave him a teaser via a blow job, and then we decided to go back to his house. We get inside and he starts pulling me downstairs into the basement and his roomate follows us. We started kissing and his boy is just chillin.
"Are you really trying to get in on this?"
"Well yeah, is that a problem?"
"Yeah it' a problem, it's not happening."
"I can just watch."
"You can just leave."
He's standing there staring at me like I am speaking some foreign language
"No seriously, either you leave or I leave."
So he left. Iranian and I got down to business, it was promising but considering it was heavy alcohol induced and he finished pretty quickly it was nothing special. I am expecting a repeat, minus the liquir and the basement floor and with the addition of a bed.

Tuesday 16 February 2010

I think that my body loves me and understands my needs. My period was like 2 weeks late, it held itself off just so that my 3 hour appointment with a fella from the boards could go as smooth as possible. How nice. Now ofcourse I have a much heavier flow then usual, and worse cramps too. I also haven't really been sleeping well, or more not as solidly as I used to. The littlest of things wake me up now days. Woe me. Just kidding.

Saturday 13 February 2010

Dead days are the worst days

I hate days like today. I am scheduled to work, but for one reason or another I do not book even one appointment. I am starting to think that it is not because of the business being slow, because I know that I generate a lot of interest, but because my Agency has been slipping. All the better that I will be going Independent I guess, but it would be nice to make some money prior to doing so, it would be helpful with getting a hobby phone, a professional photoshoot, my domain name, and get my advertising payments started.

Thursday 21 January 2010

I have rewatched a few of the episodes of a Secret Diary of a Call Girl. The next season is starting on Monday so I figured it's worth to remind myself where it left off. I would have much rather watched season 1, but it's not available on demand, so season 2 it is. It brough up something that I have been trying not to think much about.

A and I have agreed upon being just friends, friends that have mind blowing sex, but friends non the less. At first I thought that since he is not a boyfriend, and will not become one I do not have to worry about telling him about being a prostitute, but we have trully grown close. I have opened up to him about many things that I do not say out loud, to anyone, ever, and he has done the same in return. It really is great having such an open relationship with someone. Yet I do not think that I could tell him. I do not know him well enough yet to be sure that he would be ok with it.

Friday 8 January 2010

up and down

Life is full of ups and downs. When one thing is going well something else has to be in the dumps.

Ups: A and I have been doing pretty well. It is a completely different relationship then I have ever experienced. I mean he treats me like a princess and is 100% gentleman, almost to a fult. As in we have been seing eachother for about a month now and we have yet to have sex. The very long makeout sessions on the couch are great, but going home with blue balls not so much. After discussing the situation with N he came to the conclusion that the boy is scared to dissapoint. If he only knew how easy to please I am. Or more if he only knew that I'm a pro and can make any man feel like a king. But he doesn't know, and he isn't going to find out.

Downs: Problems with my Citizenship application. If I get rejected then I will probably have to change my lifes plans. It's pretty crazy to have such a huge portion of my lifes faith in the hands of some stranger. Very uncomfortable. Work is really slow, which blows because it is screwing me with bills. I'm falling behind because of course my first priority is the money I owe to my folks. I'm pretty sure all my credit cards are behind, as well as my cell phone bill, and let's not even talk about the money I owe to the DMV, which for some reason just went up by $1000, and I have no idea why. Tho it might be because I forgot to go to court a couple weeks ago. Oooops.