Coffee is good.

Wow. I have been having a real life (in my new found pseudo-singledom) and I will have to update with the sordid details some time in the near future (when I do not have a new present laying in my bed).

Ciao--

M. B

Autumn

Fall in this part of the country leaves a bit to be desired. Honestly, it is most beautiful here in the spring and summer, and can be extremely unpleasant in the winter and fall. Land of serial killers, rain, and high IQs.

I've been off and on--I've had some things that kept me very busy on the homefront, and have made me pretty depleted when it comes to spare energy for my virtual subs. My apologies, piglets.

The general lackluster nature of the fall has of course affected everyone's libido. I had one brief play session with the girl I wrote about a couple of weeks ago; this tiny Korean lesbian with long dark nipples. Perfect for clothespins.

I wanted to be kind of gentle with her, because she's pretty new to any sort of bdsm. I blind-folded her with a cotton bandana, which is not dark and usually lets in a lot of light and creates a feeling of security for a sub. The trick is making sure there are no light sources behind you while you work, so they can't see so well; I like to occasionally stand in front of the light just to make them feel like they're getting away with something, like they're "cheating," and see how they react. Even when I raised my arm as though to hit her hard, she didn't tense, her breathing didn't change, so I saw immediately that she wasn't looking. Her lids were still down underneath the bandana.

I could fit two clothespins on each nipple once it was hard. I put a nice row of them across her tits, using the little bit of fat there to create a little picket fence of sorts. Her cheeks started to get red, and I reached down between her legs and felt her pussy. Her pussy juice is pretty sticky, not very fluid, but also very clear. I pushed her legs open wider, got a ruler (hers, she brought it with her to work on some kind of drawing while we hung out, which of course she never used for it's intended purpose) and sat down on her face. I rocked myself forward so my weight was on my knees but my pussy and clit were right over her face--she started sucking on my pussy lips, pushing her toungue in to my pussy, sucking my clit. I told her to suck my clit like it would give her milk and she started to laugh, which is when I wacked her pussy with the ruler. She shut up and started sucking. But she liked the sting on her clit--I saw her little lips swell enough to open just a little, and she opened her legs up even more. Her little clit pushed out beyond the hood, so I started rhythmically spanking her pussy, making sure I hit her right in the center. The ruler was soaked enough to start flinging little drops of her pussy juice in less than a minute, and I came in her mouth right afterwards. I made her beg to cum, and then I spanked her fat little clit until she did.

I probably won't see her for another week or so, and I swear I thought she had tears in her eyes when I said bye and shut the door behind her.

Love Potion Number 666

I think if I ever start a Burlesque Troupe, this will doubtlessly be the name of one of the skits.

I have a new mp3 player, and it definitely makes for some quality companionship. I am remembering some of the music I have wanted for a while, but haven't had an appropriate means of storage. The bus system in this area is excellent, and on the occasions when I do roam around (I hate to drive) I prefer to be either picked up or take the bus; mp3 players are the ultimate travel buddy.

In other news: my little cuck and I have parted D/s ways. He is taking a large number of classes and working several jobs, which makes for a very inattentive sub. Although the 24/7 thing we had going on will be ending, we will be seeing each other for sessions periodically when our schedules conveniently align. I am nonplussed.

But: this means I will have a little less piggie in the immediate vicinity to torment, so beg for the abuse and you will get it.

Oh, those aching feets...

I made a new Foot Worship recording today because I am ready for a foot massage. My feet are so beat up right now--check the scars. Damn hiking.

Before I return to cam I will have to have a series of hour(s) long pedicures.

LOL

I can honestly say with total sincerity that nothing in the world brings a smile to my face like humiliating a slave.

Only two of you were thorough enough to go through with Monday's catfood Assignment. But well done, little piggies--I laughed my ass off.

I am buying a new camera this week (good job, b r) and that should make for many a happy slut for many weeks to come. I look forward to reading about all the sweat and drool new pics induce. Other than that, not much to report; I am watching some movie called "Fish and Elephant" with a friend of a friend who has expressed a lot of interest in my tits...difference being this fan is a lady. What should I make her do to see them?

I am so much more devious when I'm sleep deprived.

Tired--

This photo is a blurry hello from my camisole (which I bought today--if you ever want to listen in on such adventures, check my Ignore Line).

I am a little bit tired this weekend; there was a large music event downtown that I half-heartedly wanted to attend, but instead I'm going to lay in bed, read ScaryGoRound, and watch "The Rules of Attraction." I may take calls, or chat on yahoo, but I may also roll over and sleep ;)

I know everyone my age is supposed to adore Brett Easton Ellis, but I've never enjoyed those books enough to finish them. It's the same with Chuck P (I still love the film of "Fight Club" far more than the book). If I want something that clever I'll stick to David Sedaris.

Post-Honolulu

I have been thinking about many different things over the past month.

First: Honolulu was fantastic. I went by myself, but the trip was a gift from my r/t Sugar Daddy. He is slightly different from a Money slave; this difference is one of the things I have been thinking about so much.

I am attracted to him. He's young, in fact, he is actually a year younger than me. He is not SuperDuperRich or a devout Capitalist. He is a hot guy that showers me with gifts. He is definitely a variation of the Financial Slave, but he is, none the less, a shade higher on the totem pole than my pigs. The primary difference here is that he is not in any way a Humiliation fetishist, and he is real time.

Money pigs, per se, are usually Humiliation fetishists. For me, certainly. They prefer panting over pictures and obscenely expensive camshows, tease and denial, verbal, psychological and, given the opportunity, emotional abuse. They are usually obsessive, well educated, and successful professionals in their respective fields. They are also frequently in communities where finding a woman like me--Dominant, sexually aggressive, and willing to indulge rare and difficult fetishes (not to mention young and attractive with experience)--is difficult. They are usually in thrall to maleness, which leads, perversely, to a constant hunger for a parallel opposite. They seek larger than life men and women; for most, the maleness they spend their lives pursuing are embodied in their mentors and bosses, and the women are either detached fantasies or expensive rarities (me).

I want to travel more. This trip was invigorating and fun! So money pigs, listen: I know how badly you want me to embody your fictitious feminine by shopping for frills and shoes. Fine, send me those tributes too. But if you are interested in serving me, and not your own fantasy--remember how I hate "topping from the bottom"--learn to give me what I want. I'm not your motherfucking secretary, and I want to go to Van Couver over Thanksgiving. Write it down.

In the wilds of yahoo..

I am somewhat of a novice in the realm of cyber-space. I've picked up a bunch of useful tools that allow me to explore luring new subs in (not much to that, really, as the chemistry is either there, or not). Last night while wrangling some more obedience out of my website I went in to the land of yahoo chatrooms, and wow. It is really something.

Has anyone ever had a rewarding experience there? I definitely had many amusing ones, and one truly wonderful one (hello to you, if you should be reading this ;). These things called "bots," these people posting over and over again for the same thing ("All young girls c2c me"--as if that would somehow be appealing to anyone, let alone a young girl). I really enjoy chatting. I've had no success with msn, as it invades your entire computer, and eyeball seems very finicky. But yahoo is like the jungle of the internet.

It's alright, of course. It's not as if I've ever shrank away from jungles.

It's been a strange summer.

I broke my webcam in the epic move.

Donations always accepted.

There have been a lot of minor epiphanies that accompanied the last five months or so regarding my sexuality. One of the most significant is that submissive men seek me out. Why? Probably because I'm naturally aggressive.

I've always thought of this in terms of bringing shy men out of their shell, which I still occasionally do. But a lot more attention has lately been paid to allowing them to stay there, where they're comfortable, and still allow them bits of my attention. I think, honestly, I have only recently really become aware of how much my attention is worth.

I think it would be safe that I've graduated from naturally aggressive to Dominant.

(yikes!)

It has been a wild and crazy month. And not in the traditionally moist way.

I moved again, as some of you know; it was much more drama-friendly than I like, and lasted far longer than anything but a tawdry fling should.

I will be back and needing fanning, fun and orgasms in another two weeks. In the meantime, I'll be online occasionally, so keep an eye out...

OMG Cam for realz

Hey fellas...believe it or not, I'm actually going to be on cam for the next four hours. I am hoping to cam more often, but let's focus on the present and have some fun right now...

Big love to the perv that got me back ;)

Katmandu

I have been breaking myself over this website for the past couple of days. Hopefully, it'll be up sometime in the next month. Nothing too special, and fortunately I am getting a lot of help. It's odd though, I never think of myself as a particularly whiny girl until I have to look at picture after picture of myself. It feels simotaneously narcisistic and dehumanizing. "That leg should be cropped out!" "I made twins of myself for that picture!" It's kind of gross. I'll be glad when it's over. I'm thinking of writing a bit more about it for my website--the fact that all sex work generally entails selling yourself as a product. Which can be more than a little discomfiting at times. It may also be why Dommes have a much longer life span than "vanilla" sex workers...being praised regularly rather than appraised would probably work wonders for me. I get more than my fair share, but it can still be difficult.

Anyway. should be up soon! And then I'll expect praise ;)

I have had a few more fascinating calls...I love ass play with men. My ass usually gets the most attention in my calls, so it's wonderful to have an ass that wants it more than mine. I haven't worn a strap-on in a year, but damn are they fun. And I've never used one on a girl, funnily enough...that's still on the list!

I'm glad my blowjob picks have been pleasing...I still haven't answered his calls but I might this week...maybe everyone will get a treat if I do.

It's the end of the world as we know it...

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I couldn't help myself, I think that gif is adorable...It gives me the same feeling the "My Pokemons" cat does--a mix of shame and belly shaking laughter. Book-nerd, I tell you.

I had an interesting call last night. Pretty hot, but also really interesting, informative...I'm searching for adjectives that will explain learning something that you're uncomfortable with. English has so many short-comings, but particularly when a complicated or conflicting set of emotions needs describing. Like being in love with two men at once? Why isn't there a word for that? It would have helped me a lot in high school ;) But about last night...I thought I knew a lot about politics, being a book-nerd and all, but I learned some scary stuff last night.

The best thing about my work is the total lack of predictability. I can never, ever tell what's going to happen, and I feel like that's exactly what I would want in a job--that, and lots and lots of orgasms. Win-win!

NF is back to it's old tricks again though; I have noticed several bizarre glitches today in my My Accounts page and I suspect the phone system is doing even wierder things. So my loves: if we get disconnected, just wait and try again while I send you a minute. It's not me, I can promise you.

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Crazy, I know.

I picked up this guy from the library--such a bear. Hairy, huge hands...he had a pretty chubby cock, too. But I didn't find that out in the library; I took him home and sucked his dick. He got excited just when he was about to cum and stuffed my mouth while pushing my head down on his cock! I choked a bit and drooled out some of the cum...should have saved it for face cream ;)

I think it was my innocent looking braids that did him in. I love being a cumslut ESPECIALLY when I'm dressed up like a sweet little doll. He keeps calling me and I think I may answer some time this week. Bratty!

Got a new caller yesterday wif a widdle dickie--Mr. Dinky. He has to compete with the other small fellas I keep trying to help out...Guys, learn from this guy: His wife uses him as a fluffer and he knows his place. When he busts a nut in his little panties it just causes giggles--no frustration! Maybe panties are where the rest of those little nubbins should go...K, I'm looking at you--but I think a belt would be better. And smoothballz--I already know you know what a sissy slutbitch you are.

On the other hand, I also got a good slice of manhood and came twice on the phone yesterday with Phil. I love the way he treats my asshole...and of course no one treats it better than my Assman from LA. God, I have such a slutty asshole. It really needs a spanking. I came with Ron too, while he stuffed it...Wow. Some day I should write down the number of assgasms I have. I'm impressing myself!

What else? Not much. I am missing my sexy southern boys, and could do with some of their sassy shit-talking and sweet fucking. There isn't much hotter to me than a man with a drawl telling me how he wants to suck on my piercings...In a twisted way, I am sure this is because of my mom's accent. Men from New Orleans are ridiculously hot. They look like Apollo and I can barely understand a word any of them say, but that's ok--just keep talking, and keep your hands busy...

My lil BF is coming home tonight from his latest trip. I think it would be hot to make him listen outside of the door while I get off with someone else...my mind is in only one place tonight :)

xo
B
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Back again...

I have a regular caller that I enjoy talking to, in lots of ways. Unfortunately, he is a pretty small guy and he can cum without even touching himself, so despite my getting him to sit on his hands and learn to behave, he is going to have to get a chastity belt.

I am not a Superior Domme, I am really a Superior Femme. I am a hyper-sexual, orgasm seeking cum slut with a giant brain and a lot of libido to share. Don't piss me off. It's worse than a Domme--I'm a humanitarian, and I want to share something amazing with you. When you suck, it ruins it for both of us.

He better get this, and soon.

I'm not too much of a Princess (although I do have another regular who refers to me as his Brat, and that, I'll admit, is true)--I just know who and what I am, and how rare and special that is, and what I have to offer. Little guys should be thankful I have the time to talk to them, let alone offer advice or any attention at all to their inferior equipment.

But enough about that. I am trying to enjoy the rest of my day, and I am primed to cum, so I'll just focus on that. Maybe I'll get my glass dildo back out...

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I am shooting some more photos today, especially for my heel lovers and my ass worshippers. My ass is gathering quite a following. It's pretty interesting.

I have gotten compliments on my ass since I hit puberty. It's strange--it's never seemed like a particularly special ass to me, but it makes friends very easily. It's a very amiable ass.

I guess it's notable for it's size--small I am not in the ass and tits departments. Thighs. Little potbelly. The whole roasted chicken, as they say. But my butt has really gotten more than it's fair share of compliments.

My legs I understand (even if that's egotistical to say, I would be a liar otherwise). But my ass?

Whatever. All parts need/deserve/desire worship and adulation, delived through word, deed, whatever. If my ass deserves the praise and dollars thrown at it (not to mention cum-spatter and attentive tongues) so be it.

Adventures With Little Dick

Last night I got a call from a customer that has contacted me via e-mail before. I didn't know if he was a bluffer--he professed to be a femme, but I didn't know if he was just a mailer. Fetishes come in all stripes.

So get this--the guy called, and he'd been running around in his house all girled up for HOURS. I could hardly keep myself from laughing--I told him to go and dance on the tile in his heels, and HE DID. Swishing his ponytail around. He trotted around--clickey clack clickety clack--it was ABSURD. And then he tells me all about his adventures with his tiny cock--the highlight was him hiring an escort in Boston. She took one look at his teeny weenie and made him drop another HUNDRED because of his little man-clam. He's a dribbler, to boot, so he ended up basically dry humping her thighs and drooling juice out of his little cocklet for 500 BUCKS--Please tell me someone understands why I laughed so hard my face hurt by the time I got off the phone with this girl--Marie, my little porker bitch! She put her little pig-tail dildo in for me and called herself Miss Piggy--the image of him squeezing that little pecker (he can't stroke it...even his Doctor noticed how small he is) makes me LAUGH MY ASS OFF! Jesus, my ribs hurt--I want to feel bad, but I can't! The second time he came I made him bark like a dog the whole time...Classic. Just fucking classic.

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Outside, Inside

I definately think that yahoo is the worst of the 3 available options for instant messaging. MSN seems to work really well, but I hate the interface; Eyeball is obscure and most folks don't have it (not that I talk on IM alot, any wa). But yahoo does this freezing thing...sooo not good to be in the middle of a fairly intense conversation and not be able to read what the other person's response is. It's like those television commercials about the "long pauser" with dropped calls. Did I say something wrong? Are you there? Is yahoo from the devil?

In other news its gorgeous outside. Yet another one of those days I wished desperately I could sit outside and take calls, because it is just too beautiful to be holed up anywhere. But that's not the design of life, it looks like, so I'll keep adjusting my mic and looking yearningly towards the windows.

BUT--I got my glass dildo! It's called the "Aphrodite" and despite several obvious flaws (it's not really quite big enough for me) it is hands-down the cutest thing...It has a read heart painted on the bulb. So my ass will have a nice little heart popping out of my assgasming pooper. I have such a way with words. I bought it at GV, but I am a little dissapointed with their methods; they didn't tell me they were re-stocking the Aphrodite until after I'd paid for it, in the "shipping date" part of the set up. So I'm guessing it will be here soon, but between that and the other problems I may have just gotten my heart set on a more accessable dildo.

Oh well. I have never said I was practical, and I'm definately looking forward to making friends with my beautiful little Aphrodite.

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I have a couple of men that love feet who will occasionally give me a call. We have a fantastic time together--being the texture hungry animal that I am, I love the idea of rubbing my stocking feet gently across a twitching cock, or having my toes sucked while I get fucked. I love the rarity of that appeal, and the fever pitch it gets to...It amazes me more women don't actively seek men that love feet. Free foot massages, guaranteed sensualists...I told one of my callers about the boyfriend I had who loved feet--I would get out of the bathtub, soaking wet, and walk through the house. Leaving little foot prints everywhere.

That's just mean, he said. But he appreciated it enough to keep stroking his cock, as I elaborated what would happen if those little footprints were found.

I like men with fetishes. They are usually creative, articulate, sensitive, intuitive, self-aware...and shy. It's the shy that gets me. A man who knows what he wants but has to the have invitation of a willing audience really makes me melt. I, of course, am aggressive, so any opportunity to get someone out of thier shell--or pants--is never lost on me. And with shy men, especially...if they desire you, it's usually intense and powerful.

Not that I turn down aggressive men...;) But I appreciate the attention of someone who really reserves it for a woman they think is worth it.

I missed one of my regular callers again. He usually calls on Sunday nights, and I know he's a busy guy. But I like our little head trips--he's fascinated with my mouth and I love torturing him about it. He's also got that whole Rich and Powerful thing going on that makes me want to act even more like a little brat than I normally would.

It's funny--callers want to know what I look like, and I always want to say, "Have you seen my pictures?" I promise, they speak a 1000 words--that's a lot that I don't have to say. I don't know if I'm quite comfortable yet saying something like, look, trust me--if you saw me in person, your dick would get hard. But I think for a lot of callers (not all, by a long shot...there I go again...) that's probably true. Not that I'm necessarily the most beautiful woman on the planet, just that I think they would be able to see how sexual I am. How much I enjoy being watched, admired, desired. How I get off on teasing. That's what I want to say when they ask...but instead, I say: "5'7, long legs, big tits...long dark hair, big brown eyes." All of which is true. But none of which paints a picture.

That's a difficult thing to convey--the origin of desire is largely being desired. Nothing gets my pussy wet like hearing your breath quicken, especially if I know the caller well enough to really get in to it with them...to cum over and over. I have a few regulars that when they call I already know that they are going to make me cum, several times. That makes my nipples hard, puts my hands on the insides of my thighs, makes me impatient to get to that place with them.

Some people think I am beautiful or pretty. But most people connect me with sex, and once they do--once they verbalize it, or their eyes give it away--the game is on.

Good Morning

I'm not a morning person--I won't lie. But I had a show scheduled for this morning (schedule isn't quite the right word...suggested? Arranged? Hoped for?) and it ended up being a totally awesome experience. The downside came down to my toys--I need some new ones, and fast! We got busy with a cucumber, but it was a good 4 inches in the middle and I just couldn't get the hump in to my ass. I need a nice, long, glass dildo, 2-2.5 inches in diameter, and that would make every show an eventful one. I have been wanting a glass dildo for about a year now, and I think the time has come. They're pretty expensive but I think my asshole has earned the right to be treated like a princess once in a while ...

In other news, I saw 28 Weeks Later and both loved and hated it...love the scary movie parts, hate the wierd disintegration of chronology and sensical storytelling about 2/3 of the way through. I still think Danny Boyle is a genius though.

The zombie genre has become really popular in the last couple of years...I suspect it has something to do with a backlash to the simaltaneous rise of corporate culture (american idol, pimp my whatever, etc.). I'm not a social scientist though, just a phone sex operator, so I'll never collect enough data to understand why. But I like zombie movies the best--they can always be counted on for some interesting social commentary...unlike, say, vampire movies, which are usually just erotic spectacles, and those can be hot, but I like to think :). The first 28 Days Later was pretty remarkable for lots of reasons, none of which I'll go in to here...but the sequel is a pretty heavy-handed parable about Iraq. The Green Zone, the inability to tell the infected from the civilians...it's ok. Not a bad sequel, just not quite as good as the first.

Maybe, to compensate, I'll watch Trainspotting again or something. Nah...maybe I'll find some soft-core porn and call it a day :)

Once upon a time, two or three (?) years ago, I was a part-time camgirl for one of the largest camming sites on the wide world of the internets. I had no real prior experience with computers, or webcams, or even, really, the adult industry; I was a student with another job and a lot of bills. I was also myself: sexual, niavely honest, seeking same. I believed my customers when they told me I they really wanted me to be happy and that we were friends. I developed several long term friendships (with a financially beneficial aspect for me, true, which has developed into one my personal kinks) on the site with several men.

One of them persuaded me to call him off-site. Like I said, I was trusting, and we had a good time together. He was a very powerful man, in his part of the country, and had a great sense of humor and a keen mind. I said okay. Specifically, it was St. Patty's Day, and he wanted to sing me an Irish song.

Long story short, he was crazy. Very crazy, and very cruel because he was crazy, and more powerful than me. So please--I know how well we get along, and I do really like you, and I know how good you make me feel (phsically, and mentally). But remember this story before you ask me to call you, ok?

It's hard--I have a boyfriend (kinda--he calls me his girlfriend...and we love each other very, very much) but I am not a monogamous kind of gal. I like fucking and being freaky and free. All that hippie stuff, I guess. I'm not so good with boundaries all the time, but no, I will not call you. It scares me to death. On the other hand--if you ever, ever need to get in touch with me? It's guaranteed you can.

Remix

I was planning on camming today--I think I've already detailed how much I love it. Such a spoiled little slut. But I think I'm going to by-pass it because of how crazy the site has been the past week and a half. It's a pity, but it would be just my luck to have someone call the wrong line or have us get cut off or who knows what all.

In more positive news: I found one of my favorite little outfits, a purple velvet stretch thong with black inlay, matching top. The top has halter ties. It's comfortable and cute.

One thing I definately love about camming is dressing up: heels, stockings, the whole bit. I found one of my favorite red garter belts the other day but all the hooks are broken...guess I got a little too excited the last time I wore it...lol ;) The flip side of that is the up-keep! Wow...I have got to start putting aside some money to get my shtuff waxed, because it is really work to shave all those little crevices and corners every day (not to mention razor burn...yikes...and I do get it badly. Sensitive skin and all that.), plus eyebrows and make-up. If you know me, you know how lazy I am. All of my callers get to listen to me explain which ridiculous tv show or horrible horror movie I am watching when they call, naked under the sheets. Ah, a low maintenance life of modest luxury is for me.

Blue skies go a long way, and here in the NW that is sometimes asking too much...so then I settle for mulitple orgasms and a bad movie ;)

I think yesterday I had a record number of orgasms. Which is saying something. I also got to talk to this a guy that has come to terms with his sexuality, a topic of converstaion I could yammer on about all night. I am bisexual--the "good" kind, as my friend used to say, because I debunked the theory of bisexual women as duplicitous vampires...although I do nibble, and I have been known to tell white lies. If it comes at the expense of feelings, sometimes the truth is negotiable, and sometimes its not. I think being able to tell when is the right time to negotiate the truth is an art that comes with maturity. But I digress--as a young woman looking to fuck and fall in love with other women, I didn't worry about that stuff. I just chased long legs. All kinds of trouble, all kinds--so I have been on hiatus for a while. But it's always interesting to go back to that time and think about the winding path my hormones have taken me on.

One of my most vivid memories is of the first time I kissed a girl. I was terrified. So many rules broken at once, and because I was so young I didn't really know much about sex to begin with. It was so soft--I distinctly remember how different it felt from kissing men or boys. She was so, so soft. It made everything seem fragile, and more precious.

I am a bonified anal queen; I love anal sex, love ass play, ass worship, dirty talk, butt fucking, the whole bit. A minor trajedy in my life right now is that most of my toys are either packed up in storage 3000 miles away or broken and in the trash. Sadness. I have a very pretty little purple butt plug, but it's not the variety I'm used to.

But damn I love that little purple butt plug. It's mobile--can go on trains, planes and automobiles; it's cute (purple, did I say that already? It's purple); and it's slim enough so I can keep it in for extended periods of time. Like, say, when I'm talking on the phone for an hour or so. Or in line at the grocery store ;)

Love it. I want about five in different colors to match my lingerie sets.

I have a listing that is specifically for anal sex. I'll talk about all kinds of things on it, obviously, but what I love is a raunchy long talk, a nice scenario, with an enthusiastic butt fucker. I pull out my butt plug, work it in, and cum as much as I can. I love my job.

Le Cam and Other Notes

I had so much trouble deciding what to do about rates. I finally decided to raise them--but I raised them too high, and in conjunction with all the problems NF was having. It turned out to be a bad decision. Two of my regulars buoyed me through, but now my rates are down again to almost what they were. I'm sad, because I know it alienated more of m customers than I wanted it to. But I figure it also trimmed out some of the guys who were just in to messing with new girls (we're more susceptible to do illegal stuff, like age play or whatever).

Such is life. Fortunately, I do have a couple of guys that will call me regardless. It's strange--I'm in a loving relationship, IRL, but I adore my regulars. They are some of my favorite people, and cumming with them/watching them/whatever really makes my day better. Slut at heart, I guess ;)

Anyway, this month is going to be much harder, but I think I've settled on a reasonable rate and I'm going to keep having my .99 Saturdays. Should keep the fun coming!

Other than that minor catastrophe--Verizon and Remax are so unsympathetic--it has been a good weekend. One of my adored bought a webcam and I swear to god, it's making my pussy wet just thinking about it. So fucking hot.

I got the cam up and running, and plan on camming consistently for a while. A new customer told me all about how much cum he gushed looking at my pink pussy, and that was delicious. I love camming, as long as the cammee loves me!

I heard something recently about taking a "complaining fast," from an on-line acquaintance. I dread to mention it, but I think she heard about it on Oprah. I don't even own a tv, let alone get down with televangelism...I think she's a nice lady and all, but the reverence she garners freaks me out. Anyway, I was doubly freaked out when the idea of taking a fast from complaining really appealed to me.

I'm not usually a woman of extremes; I find them to be typically less useful than a careful and deliberate exploration of whatever might be in between the extremes. So going cold-turkey on bitching seems like it might be out of my league. But it could be so useful! It could really get me out of this slump I've had the last two days with work, for example. :p

It's an interesting notion. Maybe I'll just try to pay attention to how much complaining I do, and start thinking about whether what's coming out of my mouth is really what's coming out of my head.

Hello All...

I'm probably just going to cross post between my blog here and the one in my xpeeps profile. :)