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 :)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.