Sunday, February 20, 2011
Labeling Sex
I read this post a little while ago, I love the content of this blog, most of the posts I find interesting and/or amusing.
And this post is very relevant, and I think quite accurate, how could someone else define your sexual status? Not just concerning your virginity, but about the whole lot.
How can we label other peoples sex lives?
A few years ago, I knew a guy, he identified himself as gay and so did everyone else, but he always flirted with me and he definitely checked my out, there was even some sexual tension between us.
I mentioned this to a friend one day, who said "Maybe he's actually bi, but more on the gay side of the scale?"
"There's a scale? How is it measured?"
Which sparked a debate.
I would consider myself to be straight, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be with a woman some times. I wouldn't have a relationship with a woman, but I would certainly sleep with one, does that make me bi? Or maybe I'm just a little bit bi, but who really knows?
Sex is to many things to really define, and you can't generalize it for everyone, it's just to broad a topic, it changes so much everyday, and from country to country and state to state and family to family.
Sex as a possibility is infinite.
And this post is very relevant, and I think quite accurate, how could someone else define your sexual status? Not just concerning your virginity, but about the whole lot.
How can we label other peoples sex lives?
A few years ago, I knew a guy, he identified himself as gay and so did everyone else, but he always flirted with me and he definitely checked my out, there was even some sexual tension between us.
I mentioned this to a friend one day, who said "Maybe he's actually bi, but more on the gay side of the scale?"
"There's a scale? How is it measured?"
Which sparked a debate.
I would consider myself to be straight, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be with a woman some times. I wouldn't have a relationship with a woman, but I would certainly sleep with one, does that make me bi? Or maybe I'm just a little bit bi, but who really knows?
Sex is to many things to really define, and you can't generalize it for everyone, it's just to broad a topic, it changes so much everyday, and from country to country and state to state and family to family.
Sex as a possibility is infinite.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Ashamed of your kink(s)?
I picked up a book I haven't read in a while, Kink by Stephanie Clifford-Smith, and started reading it again.
I remember when I bought this, I was 16 I think. I stopped into my local Dymocks Bookstore on the way home from school, I just love to peruse the isles of books, I can spend hours in a bookstore, literally getting lost in my own thoughts or conversations with other patrons.
The title attracted me, does everyone else find there eyes drawn to anything remotely sexual as mine are?
I picked it up and flipped to a random page to read a paragraph, instantly wanting to buy it. I took it to the counter to pay, the middle aged man gave me the slightest curious look. He was probably thinking something along the lines of 'Whats this pretty young girl in her school uniform uniform doing buying a book of this nature?' After reading it, it's nothing exceptionally kinky, really it's just the, dare I say, normal stuff.
Once the transaction was approved, he asked me:
"Would you like a bag so know one..." What? See's what I'm buying? Should I be embarrassed about the contents of this book? The clearly visible title and the picture? It's just a book for fucks sake.
"No thanks, I'll be right." I said quickly, in a calm tone with a polite smile, grabbing the book and receipt and walking out of the store.
I dislike it when people assume I should be embarrassed about something, I am rarely embarrassed, although it's not quite as rare for me to be embarrassing...or so I'm told.
Why are other's embarrassed of me? If anyone should be embarrassed it's me, I mean people aren't thinking "Why are those people with her? What freaks!" Their more thinking "That chick is a bit weird..."
I've always been different, I'm free-spirited.
In the wise words of Dizzee Rascal:
Some people think I'm bonkers
But I just think I'm free
Man, I'm just living my life
There's nothin' crazy 'bout me
Why should I be ashamed of buying a book about kink? I mean, if I bought a menacing looking (faux) leahter whip, yeah maybe I'd get a carry bag, but a book?
I remember when I bought this, I was 16 I think. I stopped into my local Dymocks Bookstore on the way home from school, I just love to peruse the isles of books, I can spend hours in a bookstore, literally getting lost in my own thoughts or conversations with other patrons.
The title attracted me, does everyone else find there eyes drawn to anything remotely sexual as mine are?
I picked it up and flipped to a random page to read a paragraph, instantly wanting to buy it. I took it to the counter to pay, the middle aged man gave me the slightest curious look. He was probably thinking something along the lines of 'Whats this pretty young girl in her school uniform uniform doing buying a book of this nature?' After reading it, it's nothing exceptionally kinky, really it's just the, dare I say, normal stuff.
Once the transaction was approved, he asked me:
"Would you like a bag so know one..." What? See's what I'm buying? Should I be embarrassed about the contents of this book? The clearly visible title and the picture? It's just a book for fucks sake.
"No thanks, I'll be right." I said quickly, in a calm tone with a polite smile, grabbing the book and receipt and walking out of the store.
I dislike it when people assume I should be embarrassed about something, I am rarely embarrassed, although it's not quite as rare for me to be embarrassing...or so I'm told.
Why are other's embarrassed of me? If anyone should be embarrassed it's me, I mean people aren't thinking "Why are those people with her? What freaks!" Their more thinking "That chick is a bit weird..."
I've always been different, I'm free-spirited.
In the wise words of Dizzee Rascal:
Some people think I'm bonkers
But I just think I'm free
Man, I'm just living my life
There's nothin' crazy 'bout me
Why should I be ashamed of buying a book about kink? I mean, if I bought a menacing looking (faux) leahter whip, yeah maybe I'd get a carry bag, but a book?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Motherhood.
I cannot see myself as a mother. (Check out my previous freak out post about parenting here.)
I do not want to give up my party lifestyle, or the opportunity to have sex anywhere and anytime. I don't want to have a C-Section because I don't want the first thing the baby does in this world is to get high and I don't want natural because I don't want to loosen up, and have to build my keagel strength back up to it's current taughtness.
I don't want to have to find a baby sitter to look after it before I can go out, I don't want to have to wait until it moves out to be able to have spontaneous kitchen sex again.
Plus, if my highschool child studies class is correct, the kid would be lucky to be alive.
It started out with a mild excitement, I had been talked into this class by my friends, luring me with 'It will be fun!'
It wasn't.
We were to get those fake babies, you know the ones that cry and shit? And you have to use a key to swipe it and it continues to cry until you've found out if it wants a feed, a burp, a nappy change or it just wants to be a jerk and cry for a while. It doesn't even do any of the cute(ish) things that even I'll admit are bearable, like laughing.
It was okay at first, my baby didn't cry for many hours, me and a friend went with them to a second hand shop and bought them some clothes, jeez are those things heavy. I must say, I did rather enjoy the scornful looks from other people when they thought the baby was real, and then the surprise/apologetic look that came after they realized they weren't.
And then came night. I cried to many times to count. I barely slept and I couldn't figure out what the little shit wanted. I was getting a little pissed off.
Then came morning, and school. It was an angel all day, mostly quiet and loving being held by my friends.
Night was back, and it was full of crying. Then school was back, and I was exhausted and he was a perfect little angel AGAIN!
One of my friends, who had also been talked into this class, was having a similar experience, and by the last day we were both delusional from lack of sleep. We laid on the floor in maths and laughed like we were high, I told her about how I was so tired on the way to school that morning that I almost crashed into a parked car when I was going no more than 5k's an hour...Then he wanted to be fed on the way and I had to pull over making me late, then getting out of the car I accidently broke his neck and two of the senior boys stopped to compliment me on my bad mothering and I swore at them and he screamed louder than usual. I was actually doing okay with caring for him up until then, and somehow I managed to break his neck again during the day.
Then we gave them back. What a relief.
I can't imagine what a real mother goes through after doing that. I salute you.
I do not want to give up my party lifestyle, or the opportunity to have sex anywhere and anytime. I don't want to have a C-Section because I don't want the first thing the baby does in this world is to get high and I don't want natural because I don't want to loosen up, and have to build my keagel strength back up to it's current taughtness.
I don't want to have to find a baby sitter to look after it before I can go out, I don't want to have to wait until it moves out to be able to have spontaneous kitchen sex again.
Plus, if my highschool child studies class is correct, the kid would be lucky to be alive.
It started out with a mild excitement, I had been talked into this class by my friends, luring me with 'It will be fun!'
It wasn't.
We were to get those fake babies, you know the ones that cry and shit? And you have to use a key to swipe it and it continues to cry until you've found out if it wants a feed, a burp, a nappy change or it just wants to be a jerk and cry for a while. It doesn't even do any of the cute(ish) things that even I'll admit are bearable, like laughing.
It was okay at first, my baby didn't cry for many hours, me and a friend went with them to a second hand shop and bought them some clothes, jeez are those things heavy. I must say, I did rather enjoy the scornful looks from other people when they thought the baby was real, and then the surprise/apologetic look that came after they realized they weren't.
And then came night. I cried to many times to count. I barely slept and I couldn't figure out what the little shit wanted. I was getting a little pissed off.
Then came morning, and school. It was an angel all day, mostly quiet and loving being held by my friends.
Night was back, and it was full of crying. Then school was back, and I was exhausted and he was a perfect little angel AGAIN!
One of my friends, who had also been talked into this class, was having a similar experience, and by the last day we were both delusional from lack of sleep. We laid on the floor in maths and laughed like we were high, I told her about how I was so tired on the way to school that morning that I almost crashed into a parked car when I was going no more than 5k's an hour...Then he wanted to be fed on the way and I had to pull over making me late, then getting out of the car I accidently broke his neck and two of the senior boys stopped to compliment me on my bad mothering and I swore at them and he screamed louder than usual. I was actually doing okay with caring for him up until then, and somehow I managed to break his neck again during the day.
Then we gave them back. What a relief.
I can't imagine what a real mother goes through after doing that. I salute you.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Getting sick at the Playboy Mansion?
I heard about all the reports f 100 people getting sick at the Playboy mansion, well many people got the same symptoms within a couple of days of being there, how do they know it's at the Mansion that they got sick? It could have been one of the other two places they were at, reportedly none of their staff have any of the symptoms. Huh.
Pet Peeves
I have a few, oh clients, how you amuse me.
1. When a john emails me and says 'I really like to (I hope you don't find this offensive, sorry) use my tongue shall we say...sorry' OF COURSE I DON'T FIND THAT OFFENSIVE. JEEZ. Would anyone find that offensive, well actually if a guy came up to me in a bar and said that I'd be like 'Um, okay...bit forward don't you think?' but this is my job, I get all sorts of emails that have many (many) details in them, and they're graphic details. I like it when a john know's this is what he wants from the booking, I'm not sure if all female escorts are like this though, I only talk to male one's so far...
2. When a john emails me and says 'Sorry I haven't contacted you in a while blah blah blah' I get to many emails to notice, in fact I usually have to go back through my inbox to see who you are, especially since so many guys are named Simon or Mark or John etc etc etc.
3. When I get a text from someone saying 'hey how are you?' I'm not here to chat with you mindlessly, get to the point. Or when they text me wanting to catch up and they don't give me any specifics, um like who they are would be nice to know.
Yes, I'm a little pissy, but I just got texts and emails with all this in them in the last hour.
1. When a john emails me and says 'I really like to (I hope you don't find this offensive, sorry) use my tongue shall we say...sorry' OF COURSE I DON'T FIND THAT OFFENSIVE. JEEZ. Would anyone find that offensive, well actually if a guy came up to me in a bar and said that I'd be like 'Um, okay...bit forward don't you think?' but this is my job, I get all sorts of emails that have many (many) details in them, and they're graphic details. I like it when a john know's this is what he wants from the booking, I'm not sure if all female escorts are like this though, I only talk to male one's so far...
2. When a john emails me and says 'Sorry I haven't contacted you in a while blah blah blah' I get to many emails to notice, in fact I usually have to go back through my inbox to see who you are, especially since so many guys are named Simon or Mark or John etc etc etc.
3. When I get a text from someone saying 'hey how are you?' I'm not here to chat with you mindlessly, get to the point. Or when they text me wanting to catch up and they don't give me any specifics, um like who they are would be nice to know.
Yes, I'm a little pissy, but I just got texts and emails with all this in them in the last hour.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Buy my car?
I had this client, average looking man, he'd blend into a crowd, but that doesn't really matter. He wanted a specific fantasy, he sent me an email that he'd clearly copied and pasted out of a word document.
I got to his house, dressed in an extremely short black business-like skirt, white button up top, stay up stockings and high heels, my lips were a bright shade of red and my hair was in a messy chignon.
I knocked. He answered.
"Is this Mr. X? Selling the Audi R8?" I love R8's, they are the only sports car I've seen that look amazing in white, they are yum.
"Yes. Lacey?" I nodded in response. "Come in."
I followed him through to the garage to check out his car, it's a little out of my price range but that doesn't matter in a role play. We talked about it, he was impressed at my knowledge of cars. I'm a car girl, I often spend hours cleaning my car on a Sunday afternoon, I love it, there's nothing better to do, it's relaxing and very enjoyable. I clean every inch of it, dry it with a ShamWow (yes, they're a little lame but they are actually very awesome for cleaning cars) and then every few weeks I polish her, my baby. Anyway back to the details...I had been teasing and 'accidentally' touching him throughout our conversation.
I lent over the bonnet of the car to point something out and my tiny skirt came up to reveal no underwear, he came up behind me and I could feel his hard on pressed against my pussy through his jeans. He ran his hands up my thigh and did little circles on my ass and hips, he pressed against me harder and brought one hand up to caress my breast.
He bent down on his knees and started to lightly lick my pussy, I moaned. Before I knew it he was sticking his rather large tongue into me, it's the best head I've got from a client so far. He stood up and unzipped his pants, I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder.
He put the head of his cock against my pussy and pushed the nob in, I gasped and tried to pull away.
"Please sir, I'm just hear to look at the car."
"Don't lie you little slut, I know you want it."
"Please, just let me go."
"No, I know you want me to fuck you hard, your pussy is begging for it, it's dripping wet." And with that he pushed into me, I let out a loud moan.
"No, stop, please." He fucked me harder, secretly I was enjoying myself.
"Your a tight little slut, does my hard cock feel good?"
"Uuuhhhh, yes, YES! Fuck me harder."
And he did.
"Is this Mr. X? Selling the Audi R8?" I love R8's, they are the only sports car I've seen that look amazing in white, they are yum.
"Yes. Lacey?" I nodded in response. "Come in."
I followed him through to the garage to check out his car, it's a little out of my price range but that doesn't matter in a role play. We talked about it, he was impressed at my knowledge of cars. I'm a car girl, I often spend hours cleaning my car on a Sunday afternoon, I love it, there's nothing better to do, it's relaxing and very enjoyable. I clean every inch of it, dry it with a ShamWow (yes, they're a little lame but they are actually very awesome for cleaning cars) and then every few weeks I polish her, my baby. Anyway back to the details...I had been teasing and 'accidentally' touching him throughout our conversation.
I lent over the bonnet of the car to point something out and my tiny skirt came up to reveal no underwear, he came up behind me and I could feel his hard on pressed against my pussy through his jeans. He ran his hands up my thigh and did little circles on my ass and hips, he pressed against me harder and brought one hand up to caress my breast.
He bent down on his knees and started to lightly lick my pussy, I moaned. Before I knew it he was sticking his rather large tongue into me, it's the best head I've got from a client so far. He stood up and unzipped his pants, I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder.
He put the head of his cock against my pussy and pushed the nob in, I gasped and tried to pull away.
"Please sir, I'm just hear to look at the car."
"Don't lie you little slut, I know you want it."
"Please, just let me go."
"No, I know you want me to fuck you hard, your pussy is begging for it, it's dripping wet." And with that he pushed into me, I let out a loud moan.
"No, stop, please." He fucked me harder, secretly I was enjoying myself.
"Your a tight little slut, does my hard cock feel good?"
"Uuuhhhh, yes, YES! Fuck me harder."
And he did.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Love = Chain Mail?
So, there's this john.
He's had a couple of bookings and we've spent about six hours together. He says he's falling in love with me.
He only knows a few sides of me (my friendly/confident, humourous and sexual side which I choose to show, I like to keep the rest to my personal life), he's nice, but I'm only there because he's paying me.
He seems to like it that I don't agree with everything he says just because (again) he's paying me. He is submissive and I'm naturally dominant, although I love to be made to be the submissive one. He likes that I can wrap him around my finger and still be kind.
And all this equals? He's started forwarding me on 'funny' chain mail. What the fuck?
I don't like chain mail, I don't forward it on, and I must have died a hundred times and be cursed for life for doing so. Chain mail is bullshit. BUT there has been a couple I have laughed at over the years, a rare occasion indeed.
Is sending chain mail a new sign of friendship? Or is this how he now tell people we are interested in them?
What the fuck is life coming to?
He's had a couple of bookings and we've spent about six hours together. He says he's falling in love with me.
He only knows a few sides of me (my friendly/confident, humourous and sexual side which I choose to show, I like to keep the rest to my personal life), he's nice, but I'm only there because he's paying me.
He seems to like it that I don't agree with everything he says just because (again) he's paying me. He is submissive and I'm naturally dominant, although I love to be made to be the submissive one. He likes that I can wrap him around my finger and still be kind.
And all this equals? He's started forwarding me on 'funny' chain mail. What the fuck?
I don't like chain mail, I don't forward it on, and I must have died a hundred times and be cursed for life for doing so. Chain mail is bullshit. BUT there has been a couple I have laughed at over the years, a rare occasion indeed.
Is sending chain mail a new sign of friendship? Or is this how he now tell people we are interested in them?
What the fuck is life coming to?
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Email Me.
When I started, I thought that the most popular time to do bookings would be the weekends and my inbox would be busiest during that time. But no.
The start of the week (Monday or Tuesday to Thursday) is when I receive the most requests, weekend emails are rare, and they are usually from johns I've already made appointments with who just want to ask another question etc etc.
I put this down to the johns having the time at work to look for some fun, when their away from the misses. Some guys straight up say 'I can only do it on X at X time because my girlfriend/wife is away then.' While others don't mention them or are much more subtle.
Do I feel bad about cheating with these men? No.
If it was some guy in a bar, yes I would and if I knew I wouldn't do it, but somehow this is different. This is professional.
Then I start to think, in 20 years if I'm married or in a long term relationship and we had agreed on a monogamous one, I wouldn't be okay for him to see a hooker. Hypocritical much?
The start of the week (Monday or Tuesday to Thursday) is when I receive the most requests, weekend emails are rare, and they are usually from johns I've already made appointments with who just want to ask another question etc etc.
I put this down to the johns having the time at work to look for some fun, when their away from the misses. Some guys straight up say 'I can only do it on X at X time because my girlfriend/wife is away then.' While others don't mention them or are much more subtle.
Do I feel bad about cheating with these men? No.
If it was some guy in a bar, yes I would and if I knew I wouldn't do it, but somehow this is different. This is professional.
Then I start to think, in 20 years if I'm married or in a long term relationship and we had agreed on a monogamous one, I wouldn't be okay for him to see a hooker. Hypocritical much?
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