I keep thinking about writing at the moment when im high cause im letting my mind wander much more about the world around me than myself. its really enjoyable for me to process things and understand them. I was just thinking about how everyone sees russia as a threat cause they are just getting into the big money game and spreading it around the world. everyone expected it to be china to spread around the world first and they havent. So people are suspicious that asia is isolationist and only a few countries or places break out and link with the west. so china is a big threat cause of how much money they have over there compared to the western markets. in the west its gotten to the point where the people with all the money and power inherited it rather than worked for it and Russia and China are still first generation money and power generators. They are already ahead of these second generation corporation, bank, and political owners who dont have the drive it takes to keep up. So they are a genuine take over threat to people who operate in the realms of commodity or democracy, capitalism, ownership, development. Which is the majority.
LiveMe…Not OK
There are way way too many teenage girls on this site, some even younger who think its a good idea to sexualise their image in their bio pics or their stream. They wear clothes and dance in a way that could only be that way to entice men and boys to watch them. They are encouraging men to sexualise under age girls. They are their own worst enemy. They are SO SO unaware of themselves. They tell people their real names and dance in a way that even a woman of full legal age would be judged for. The are asking to be attacked, stalked or worse. This shouldn’t be encouraged. Other women need to teach girls how to use their woman hood in a positive way. Not lean on the basic fact that they are female and men want to take advantage of that. I have spent my life looking at feminism and sexuality in 21st century and this site and what young girls are like now is fucking GROSS. They need better parenting and mentoring on how to live. There will be a pedophilia crisis and people will wander why. It is cause young girls WANT to sexualise themselves. But don’t understand the effect it has on older men and how they could be taken advantage of or groomed into thinking certain behavior’s is normal. I have been a webcam girl, a stripper and a sex worker. I am also a highly educated middle class white woman. So i have seen this all from both sides. The thing is these kids on here would never think they need to re asses their behavior’s so they wouldn’t listen to someone with more experience. Even though I have done the thing they are failing at attemping…using their body for $$$ and attention. They need to learn the right way to do it. Gyrating and twerking in Booty shorts at 13-17 isn’t empowering or positive. Its fucking disgusting. I cannot express my anger at these stupid young girls enough. I will continue to tell them in their streams they are encouraging pedophilia. I am also a broadcaster on here and these gross little dumb bitches need help so they don’t ruin the site for all of us.
On the internet with 40yr old men watching is not the place to explore your sexuality when you are under 18.
I started using the internet for sexual gratification when I was 12, back in the day when there were only shit chat rooms and google didnt exist. I wasn’t exposing my own image. I got to explore my sexuality from the position of the viewer, not with the view on me. When i started broadcasting for sexual pleasure of other people wasn’t until i was 24. I had developed my own boundaries and rules for my body by this point. These teenage girls don’t have that. They are being shaped by the pervs who watch them and acting according to what they are told, not who they are and their own boundaries. I am way too mad about this to get online and broadcast myself right now so I came on here to express this. I have HAD ENOUGH of these dumb little girls doing a disservice to all the women that came before them who intentionally used their body and looks for financial, social and professional gain. There also is only one person in here out of all the viewers who aren’t a bot. This is all pointless. I hate you all. Even the stupid young women who are of age on here, wouldn’t know sexy if it hit them in the face anyway.
STOP GIVING DIAMONDS TO UNDERAGE GIRLS WHO SEXUALISE THEMSELVES WITH NO AWARENESS AS TO THE EFFECT THEY HAVE ON THEMSELVES, MEN AND THEIR BRAINS, AND FEMALE CULTURE AS A WHOLE.
Art 19th February 2017
I have decided its time to start making art again. I realised it is the best way for me to be me. It is why i am me. It is who i am. I can say what i want, how i want.
After art school i didnt make anything. I had nothing to make art about. At goldsmiths i was able to fly against the traditions of their art course and students. But as soon as that need to rebel was gone i had nothing left use as fuel for my artistic fire.
I thought i had left the art world forever. I considered myself entirely separated by early 2007. 10 years ago.
I did not realise this. Ha
so now i have decided to make again. I am going to use the media i have learnt to use over the past 10 years to ….share my adventure with people….and comment on what i learnt on that adventure. From pimps to poverty to politics
The narrative is still ongoing so my work could direct my adventures or/and vice versa. It will push me to do even more. Experience even more. Share it even more.
It is art because i say it is art.
I want to end up building my time based society….small and basic…starting from scratch, not changing what is already here…so its easy and natural with people who want to live the same way.
I went to oxford uni as a piece of art. I am now gonna write a paper on a time based economy.
My website…its art now. Me living another life, immersed 100% in my research. It is as much research to comment on feminism and sex work and women in the 21st century as it is a piece in itself about sexuality, self portraiture, physical transformation, pushing peoples boundaries and comfort levels around power and intimacy, and the over exposure the internet has brought to the masses in the 2010s.
The fact that it is going to be started 10 years after my original show “Sally Jones: A Retrospective”….means i can also utilise the concept of the revival that is getting a bit worn thin by now.
Snapchat is everything. It can have my sex fans, my friends, my new adventure vlog followers.
Ohyeah. Apparently i have also just decided to do a adventure blog. Seems like a good idea. I have a go pro and no idea what to do. Just a dream and some massive balls. Could be a funny adventure.
First rule of art, dont say what i am doing is art. When im on cam, dont say im on cam for art. I am just an artist.
My sex blog
My list
All the things i like i can keep doing. They have a purpose. When im ready to do a show i can draw on all of my experiences to be even better. Quanitiy? My previous show was quantity. Now we live in a time of too much. Its all one in itself.
I have to make sure my voice comes through. That it is obvious it know what is going on
Pretending To Be Human
I am at work
It is a Saturday but I dont have much to do. I could fill my time with clearing glasses but that isnt my job and i get it done so much faster than anyone else i end up being the main person doing it.
I wanted to write last night. Or speak to the GoPro. But now I dont remember about what. Just mostly that I wanted to write. All i can think about at the moment is this stupid place and how badly ran and how bad the staff are. I wish i could write a report on the place for
Kate, I Met A Boy
So I thought I’d write this side of things down. I never have and I alwys think to. This may end up as nothing. But I feel like something is starting. Obviously I’m high riht now. Stupid Cheese! Makes me really over think evvvverrrything. Makes me depressed too. But anyway. I just had a mega high revelation that I wrote down to my GF.
Alright. From the start then. I saw a dude at the gym last week and I was gone! I’d not been that into a stranger for a very very long time. I watched him the whole time in the gym and was so on edge. After I left I jumped right on Tinder and Bumble to see if he happened to be in my pile to be swiped as I have my location as only 1-2 miles and as we were both in the same room maybe he would be at the top. Unfortunately I didnt find him. I snapped a few pics/vids to my girlfriends about how I fell in love with a stranger at the gym. I’d even snuck a picture of his legs when he was on the calf machine that i sent to them! I was all excited and started perking up after a couple of weeks stuck on the sofa. I have always really liked crushing on boys. And this was a intense crush. After about an hour I got a message on Bumble from a guy asking if I had just been at the gym. I looked at his pictures and he barely looked like the guy at the gym so I asked what he had been wearing, and that confirmed it was infact, hot gym guy! We had matched a few weeks before and had a little chat but as we went to the same gym we decided not to keep talking cause we didnt want awkward gym time! Looking back most guys wouldnt have accepted my position on that and pushed me to change. So i had appreciated that. I was soooo excited that he had found me and messaged. And obviously as I had been trying to find him to do the same I knew why he had messaged me! He told me he knew Id been checking him out and that he had worked out extra hard cause of me and got caught staring at my ass. When I left he was watching me to see if I turned around to look at him. I had been thinking about it, I had hoped he would be there after I got ready to leave, so I could check him out before I left. But there was no way I was gonna look back in a busy gym. However as I walked away down the road I did look back and see if he had happened to be finished and left the gym, or even come out to speak to me. I’m a ridiculous fantasist. We confessed all this to each other and had a good old chat via messages for the next 8 hours and we were definately on the same page about a lot. It was really fun and I couldnt believe I was speaking to hot gym guy, and cause he had come and found me.
The next day he messaged me in the morning that he was going to the gym at 11, which is when I normally go. We had talked about how we were always and forever gonna pretend we dont know each other at the gym, no matter how well we do, to avoid gym awkwardness and gossip. I decided to wait till he left before I went in, but he convinced me other wise and we were gonna be using differnt rooms anyway. I went in and we kept messaging each other while we both worked out in the same building. When he was done I said he should come into the room I was int o use some equipment. He didnt reply but just came in and gave me a big grin and dashed off. He carried on messaging me and asked me out on a dog walk when I was done at the gym.
Im getting kind of bored of re telling this story. Ive spent the last 2 days doing that with my friends and wasnt why I wanted to start writing today.
Fast forward to last night. 4th date, since seeing him at the gym 5 days ago. We finally did it. I nearly wanted to wait again, but everything took over. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. He is physically blessed. In every way. And incredibly talented whilst naked. I wanted him, I didnt wanna just get fucked. I wanted to have him. I dont think I have ever done the dates before sex thing for maybe 15 years. Yes. I know. That isnt normal. I, really dont know what to say about that. Ive always connected to someone through sex, then figured out after, and whilst doing it, if I even like the person. I obviously I like the first impression they give, or the fact that they wanna have sex with me. And all I care about is the immediate gratification of knowing ive already got to fuck them. That they want me like that. I’m sure a lot of people would think that that is very sad or a sign of negative feelings about myself, but I’m a collector. Its my hobby too. I am in control of my choices about how I live my life. I get off on sex with new people. It empowers me. Just cause its taboo or people think it means a woman is disempowering herself by behaving like that, doesnt mean I’m not gonna do what makes me happy. So I fuck first, think later. Sometimes the fucking clouds what the real thoughts should be, and 3 months later you realise you have wasted time and emotion on somebody you probably shouldnt have even fucked. Sometimes it takes even longer to realize that and you end up heart broken and swearing off love and relationships forever. Further deepening you belief in the just fuck them theory. This time that didnt happen. I dont really like making the first move and neither does he. We talked about it. We told each other we wanna do stuff but we are both too nervous to do it. From how we had been talking before he came over it didnt seem like we would be getting to it last night either. But we did and it was so good. Im not saying it was good cause we waited. But it was good cause it was more than just fucking a stranger and using each other to get what we want in the now.
Ugh ive lost my flow now. Just found out im not gettin the weeds I want. And its from him so it killed my buzz. But I’m still gettin some, so my panic of having none is over. I kind of feel like stopping writing now. But I guess if I’m gonna do this I’m not gonna be able to give up when its not flowing as well. There will be times I just have to do it. I will have to figure out if writing it out or stepping away is better. Probably just need to get high again.
Right now is a good time to lay out how I plan to structure this book and the point of it. Its gonna follow my current thoughts and situation writen in real/present time. But I’m also gonna dip off into stories from my past, that relate to where I currently am. Basically like i do when anyone asks me any question about my life. It doesnt work for me any more in real life. I dont wanna tell my life story to everyone when I talk to them. I wanna get it out here as I follow my day to day life. Till its all out and my present life is in a situation suited to an ending. I’m building, through this book a deep character development. Sharing the experiences I have had and how they have shaped me, for the entertainment of the reader. Shared feelings, lessons to be learnt, and subject matter of curiousity. Sex, drugs, rock and roll. And love.
I nearly gave up and lay back down again. Now the joy of a new crush is the doubt. The fear. The reading between the line, assuming and jumping to conclusions. It could all be over tomo. He could just want sex. We might not actually get on. He probably wont like me. Im too much of a person for a lot of people. I havent felt like this since I met my husband. I used to feel it a lot, with different people. Early on. I fall hard and easy. But I havent the past 18 months. Ive kept the distance I thought I wanted. And I’m sure in a few days will swear I want again. Its scary how much what I want and who I am changes through the month. How can I be happy if i can’t please the two people I am, at the same time? I’m legit tired now. I only slept 4 hours last night. So much adrenaline from last night. But cause i smoked, im crashing now! I’m gonna nap.
…came back to my blog
i have been back in england for a month now and im finally settling in again. ive had 3 tinder dates and i am in extremely horny week. and the last one made me giggle. so as several of you joined me yesterday, i thought now was as good a time as any to start my writing again. i have a whole book to write so i might as well get on with it.
the most incredibly perfect boy, 320, just left my apartment, after what can only be described as a fairly awkward 12 hours. i still get wildly shy around a lot of boys. especially when i find them hot. and even more especially when i feel they are hotter than me by anyones standards, even if they dont agree. anyway. my nervous reaction is to talk too much. mix that with me getting high and wanting to talk about the world in quite elaborate and deep ways with lots of self referential stories. well, you get awfully large amount of me using words to deflect how much i just want him all over me, in me, tasting him, letting him use me. i also like to avoid that scary first few moments of starting to hook up. i like them to take to lead. que 4 hours of me chatting too much information shit before he eventually kisses me. this goes incredibly well. he is a fantastic kisser and held me and touched me in a very sexy way. he picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter and we made out till we both were topless and his skin was pressed against mine, his hands in my hair. we moved to the couch but that is never practical for positions when you dont know someone well enough to be open about what is going on and you are still trying to impress each other. i told him we should just go to my room and it got better from there. he knew how to tease me and turn me on so much i came about 2 times before he asked if i had a condom. i didnt. and neither did he. now to be honest, i do not care. my pussy takes over and i just want the dick inside me. im on birth control and if you dont cum in me its pretty much fine. ive played the odds and they work in my favor if i do that. anyway. he was very well behaved and would not let us fuck. there was lots of teasing and using our hands. and after i came a couple more times i sucked his dick to at least let him cum. well he seems to be one of those guys who cant cum from blow jobs. so after a long time we stopped that and he made me cum a couple more times and then started to get himself comfortable to sleep. i just wanted him inside me and to make him cum. but it was clear neither of those things were on the cards. all this is fine. it was hot as fuck. but the thing was, we didnt mention any of it. no, oh we have just been doing this, or mentioning how frustrating it is not being able to be destroyed by his big cock or that he didnt get to cum, saying anything about what had taken place. to me that makes it a bit too awkward. like a elephant in the room. but we soon fell asleep. we woke up early and without saying anything or really even looking at each other we managed to start playing with each other all over again. his fingers feel amazing on my pussy and he tickled my clit lightly enough to have me convulsing for 15 mins straight. he had me lying on top of him face up so as i squirmed my ass was grinding on his cock, his fingers slipped across my soaking wet pussy and deep inside me, while occasionally restraining me with an arm across my neck, cutting off my breathing, before letting go again to moan and respond to his hands. when i laid back next to him i started playing with his cock, slowly and gently, teasing it and stroking it. my hand loosely clasped around his beautiful dick, gently wanking him off. i couldnt take just looking at it after about 10 minutes of teasing him so i took him in my mouth and used my mouth to explore his dick and enjoy him filling up my face. he seemed to get close to cumming a few times. he would thrust his hips so he was fucking my mouth, or grab a handful of hair to guide my head. but again he couldnt cum. he complimented me on my stamina before we fell back asleep for a early morning nap. we woke up again at 10.30 and he seemed to be late for leaving for something and jumped up and got ready. we still hadnt mentioned what we had been up to and what we hadnt been able to do. and within a few minutes he was ready to leave. he gave me a hug that would always have been awkward due to him being a good foot and some taller than me. but felt even more awkward as he thanked me for my hospitality and us barely making eye contact before letting himself out and leaving. he is stunning. just his face could keep me horny for weeks on end. so i still had a smile on my face despite the slightly uncomfortable unfamiliar between us. then i realized he left his jacket here. i didnt call him even though he was probably still on my street, cause i thought it would force another opportunity to become a bit more familiar and less awkward, even if he hadnt planned on a repeat visit. it might not have been the easiest night in with someone. but damn i need someone that hot on my rosta. and it also gives me the chance to buy a bumper pack of condoms!
Trip Mom – A tour Manager for your boys vacation in Vegas.
Dont let the Mom part scare you off. Im not here to tell you what do not do on your wild weekend in Vegas, infact the very opposite. Trip Mom is here to look after you and your boys on your messy trip to Vegas. Dont worry about who has got what tickets to what, whos lost their phone, dont be left wandering why you walked 2 miles just to get an In-and-Out burger, or feeling swindled by all the clubs who seem to just wanna take money from guys, not sure which strip club is best and who to trust getting you there Trip Mom can look after your best interests. Vegas can seem kind of dodgy and like everyone wants something from you. Trip Mom is here to make sure you dont get taken advantage of or waste any party time here. Are you trying to fit a pool party and a night club in one day, dont get stuck with Jimmy drunk mate holding you all up, or Steve loosing his ID stopping you carrying on the party, or getting too fucked up and forgetting where you are meant to be when. Trip Mom has got you. She is your concierge and fun facilitator, be if for a weekend or a week. Your assigned Trip Mom has 24/7 access to you. She will party with you all night and make sure you all get home with as much cash in your pockets and as many girls on your arm as you want. If you are up and doing stuff, Trip Mom will be with you to make sure its all going smoothly. Ive seen hundreds of boys come through places to party for a big weekend and most dont know the city or how to make the most of it. I have years of experience of partying in the best places in the world and know all the tricks you will need to know to make the absolute most of your trip. If you need any party favours Trip Mom has your back. If you can’t get laid and need to know you are gonna not get robbed by a pimp, Trip Moms got girls. Dont wanna have to be that mate stuck organising everything and being the boss of a messy group for 3 days, well Trip Mom will be that for you. Basically Trip Moms satisfaction in life comes from making sure you make the most of the time and money and excitement you have put in to having a your big boys weekend away.
You can all throw ideas at us before your trip and we can let you know what is going on in Vegas for your trip and we will put together a tour itinerary for you. I have tour managed bands around the world and its been my job to get messy people from A to B and on performance form and out to party every night of tour. Itineraries can be flexible but knowing what you want from your trip before it happens will be the best way to make sure you dont waste a second of time here.
Trip Mom facilitates any budget too. If you have the cash to eat at the best restaurants and get fucked up at the best tables in the wildest clubs in Vegas and close out the night in Champagne rooms, then I can be there to organise the group, book things and provide any concierge services. Or if you are on a low budget, I know all about which clubs you can easily smuggle booze in, or the cheapest and quickest way to get 10 drunk boys from one end of the strip to the other, which clubs do free entry, or how to have the best night just strolling the strip and visiting bars and keeping it more chill. There is heaps of secret things to do in Vegas too, so hit up Trip Mom to take your vacation to a messy boys weekend where you lost Jack and 3 people lost their phones and Steve got taken by a stripper for thousands, to the perfectly executed wild trip to remember forever. Personal tour managing, for when you dont want to have to remember your name.
“The One Way You Know You’re Having Feminist Sex”
The One Way You Know You’re Having Feminist Sex
Hurrah! You’re a feminist! (Ot at least I imagine you are, given that you’re reading this article.) But if you’ve ever looked at your sex life uneasily and wondered if it’s fulfilling all the beliefs you have when you’ve got your clothes on, fear not. There’s actually a fair simple test to determine whether the sex you’re having is feminist: are you able to communicate what you want and be heard? If so, high five. If not, don’t worry, you’re not a secret misogynist or a doormat. You just haven’t reached the full awesome feminist potential of your sex life yet, and that’s not a failure in any way. It’s just a new thing to be explored. Yay! Adventures!
By JR Thorpe
March 5th 2015
he has thrown his wedding ring at me 6 times (about once every 2-3 weeks, the argument and recovery last 3-7 days) and told me he is calling the lawyers for a divorce. but only once has he left the house for more than an hour when he has said he is leaving. he packed all my stuff and loaded it in the car twice, to move me out. i havent once threatened to end it or said i dont want to be with him forever. everything he does is like he hates me. but he wont leave me or even leave me alone. he just pushes and pushes and pushes me to leave but doesnt want me to go and he doesnt want to end it. i dont know how to help him or stop this cycle cause he doesnt even think he has done anything wrong. he used to be open and talk and listen and understand and now he is just always on the attack or defense (when im not even attacking). i just need him to be nice and consistent so i can recover from all the hurt. but he wont accept that im hurt. he says im just being a bitch and shouldnt still be upset.
i cant leave with the injustice of him not understanding what he has done to me.
“Daniel Bergner reveals surprising information about women, sex and lust”
Daniel Bergner reveals surprising information about women, sex and lust
There is a common belief that most men would like to have sex all the time, but is this really the case?
Research shows that women want sex much more than we are led to believe. In my practice, I see almost as many women who complain their partners don’t want sex as much as they do, as I see men.
By Matty Silver
…wanted to tell you my fantasies
hmm my fantasies. i have a few. detailed role plays i want to act out. but i never want to tell someone i want to do it cause it would go against the fantasy. its a hard line to figure out how to tell someone to rape you and to feel like you are being raped. i guess that gives away one of my fantasies. there are so many rape scenarios that i would like to try out. bound, gagged, reluctant, fighting, screaming and crying gang rape is a pretty exciting option for me. having my body used and abused for many mens pleasure with no regard for my feelings or my own sexual satisfaction. i most like the idea of someone taking advantage of me when they think i dont know it is happening. this fantasy has so many forms. sleep rape. being drunk or drugged to a point where i cant say no, if i am even aware anything is happening anyway. being at a doctors surgery and being unaware that his examination was too…intimate. they key for me in all these incidences is that they arent real. i am not asleep. i am not passed out. i am not unaware of what is happening to me and im not too naive to know better. but what is very important is that the person doing it thinks i am. i will play up to their thoughts. if they think i am asleep, i wont wake up, i wont move. same for drugged or passed out drunk. even being at the masseuse who massages too high up my thigh. i dont say anything. i just let them use me. the thought that they think they are taking advantage of me and using me for their pleasure, combined with me having to be completely still, silent and unresponsive to any touches or actions, is what sends me over the edge.
…had a footy team
this story is about a really full on night where I did some fairly bad things. i should say im not proud of my actions. but. i am. i had a lot of fun. and ultimately the only person who was wronged in this story broke my heart and changed my life. i had a fuck buddy who i had fallen in love with and was spending all my time with. but he refused to take it further and make it a relationship. he didnt want to sleep with anyone else. but didnt want a girlfriend. to me, if you want me to only fuck you, youre my boyfriend. so it was while involved in this stupid situation that this story occurred.
i had gone to bar one for sunday session to meet up with the fuck buddy cause i thought we were hanging out. earlier that weekend i had met a gorgeous boy while i was stripping, who was on a trip to the town with his AFL team. i gave him my number, we had been trying to meet up all weekend and he had just text me telling me he was at the bar next door and that i should come see him. i arrived at bar one as the fuck buddy and his friends arrived and he was like, oh hi, who you meeting up with? as he had previously made me feel like it was him i was going to meet i was pretty pissed off, so just told him my girlfriends were at the bar next door. then walking off i text the AFL boy that i was coming to hang out.
i walked up to the end of the bar i knew the boy was and i saw a group of about 16 lads at a table covered in beer bottles. as i approached them they all serenaded me with a one direction song. which they proceeded to sing at any females who happened to walk past. safe to say they had been there drinking all day and somehow i was the only girl hanging out with them. i was happily flirting away with the boy and somehow it came up that my gangbang record was 10 and i would love to beat it. as there were actually 25 of them there the news of my desire spread pretty quick round the table and soon all attention was on me. it was fun for a while, before i remembered that the fuck buddy was going out of town for a week at 4am and we had actual plans to spend the end of the night together. at this point it was about 5pm. i told the boys if they were still awake at 4am i was theirs. there was general disappointment as we all knew they would be fast asleep by that time of the morning. so they started trying to convince me to do it now. i wasnt sold as i had other friends to meet up with and it was so early and i did have to meet the fuck buddy later. the hot boy was being quite persistent that me, him and one other should go back now and the rest can be done later. i hate being pressured into a situation so was getting turned off. i told them this and nothing was said about it till the two were like, hey we wanna go back to the room and get changed, its now or never. well i thought, fuck it. it would be a quick bit of fun. it was still only 6pm. i could go back out and party later.
this was a very small town i lived in and if anyone would see me walking away from a bar with two boys, the fuck buddy would promptly be informed. so i told them to follow me to my car and that they had to quickly duck into the car without anyone seeing. it kinda added to the fun of it anyway. after a stop for condoms and water we headed to their room in a hostel. basically one room with 8 beds in for half the boys. i dont think there was any time with just the two of them before two more boys turned up cause they had realized what was goin on when we left the bar and followed us back. i was sober at the time but i have generally fuzzy memories of sex from the last year as there was so much. anyway i remember them taking it in turns fucking me and sticking their cocks in my mouth. we had some interesting combinations of positions on a bunk bed. me bent over with my head in one guys lap, sucking his cock, with one guy either side of me in my hands and another behind, fucking me. one of them, 231, came in my mouth pretty quick. which is always great. at some point there was an influx into the room of about 10 guys. some were super down with what was goin on, gettin naked and into the action, some watched then realized they were out and left. they were takin pictures and filming it and i really didnt mind. it was fun.
i had started gettin calls and texts from a few girlfriends and the fuck buddy wanting to know where i was. i thought id give myself till 9 to reappear and ignored the phone. the boys knew we were on a little deadline and we kept up pretty intense switching of bjs, hand jobs and me getting fucked. i think at this point there was about 8 of them involved. 231 who had already blown was doing a great job of fanning me and keeping me cool. i wanted to get on my knees with them all around me. so they formed a circle so i could suck one and use my hands on the two either side, and then id move around on to the next cock keeping them all hard. 231 was still dutifully fanning me and another guy who had blown while fucking me, got underneath me and started licking my pussy while i serviced his mates. after a while i let a couple of them fuck me till they blew and there were a couple left who hadnt. by now it was nearing 9pm. i was so hot and pretty exhausted. i told them time was up and i had to go. they were cool and a few of us took a team shower. when we were all getting dressed i asked for a group photo. so they picked me up naked and we got the best photo. since then i have stupidly smashed my phone and lost the picture.
as i was gettin my shit together i started replying to messages and found out that fuck buddy was at a bar round the corner. i told him id been with another gf and would be out to meet him soon. after a few goodbyes i left the boys and drove over to meet the fuck buddy. without even brushing my teeth i greeted the FB with a kiss and hung out outside for a bit. he told me the girls were still at bar one, so i told him id go hang with them and meet him later.
several bar and club hops, dancing with the girls, and hanging with the FB later, i ended up at one club while the FB was at another. another boy i must have made fall in love with a stripper that weekend was at the same club as me. i think i had hooked up with him on the friday or something and was so keen to bump in to him again. he was also on a trip with his footy team. he was the drunkest man in the club that night and we had some epic fun dancing and secret making out in dark corners. however my midnight date with the FB was fast approaching. i had put him off twice already so eventually had to go meet him. i went and picked him up and took him home to mine. we had some lovely last night together for a week sex. i told him that i was still wide away and the girls were still out so i wanted to go back to town and party some more. he was fine as i promised to bring him back a maccas at 4am and wake him up for his trip.
i went back to the club and found drunkest boy ever, 238. he barely even knew i was there by this point. but i wasnt giving up. he was so freaking cute. eventually the club was quieting down and i told his friends i was taking responsibility of him for the next couple of hours. he managed to get a taxi with me down the ocean front to a little park where we ended up fucking for ages on a well lit walkway. only a couple of people passed us by and without incident. he was fun and funny and i lay him down on a bench and rode him till he came.
i walked him, not an easy task for the drunkest boy ever, back to his hotel and to meet his boys before they had to fly home. i jumped back in my car, rushing now to get the maccas before i was late to wake up the FB back home asleep at mine. i managed to get us a huge breakfast, which after the 12 hours i had, i really needed, and wake him up as his alarm went off. we said a sad goodbye about how we were gonna miss each other that week. then i fell asleep and i slept very well that day. ironically i didnt do anything while he was actually away. i didnt get to break my gangbang record. but they were all one footy team. so atleast it was a good attempt.
…did what you wanted
so i am gonna behave and do what you all want…write another post. i need to write a list of what i have been up to so i know what stories to write. maybe i can do that here. ill write all the titles and you can vote here for which i should write. i am a genius. here we go.
This One Time I…
…started with my personal trainer
…had a record weekend
…got broken by two pros
…left england with a bang
…had a threesome with a fan
…did a footy team
…played 3 boys
…had an affair
…played dares with boys
…got whipped for the first time
…thought you should know about my vegas chaos
…lived my own private revenge on my ex
…wanted to tell you my fantasies
…let something bad happen to me
…took a customer home
…got paid to have my pussy licked
ok, ok, ill stop. i cant decide where to start and am now thinking of more and more every second.
April 18th 2013
So Im finally bored enough but also awake enough at work to start writing! My nails are too long so i cant type as fast as I want. And I dont know what to say.I only ever want to write to people about what im doing on chat. I like getting an immediate response. The idea of writing so much with no response or reaction seems really hard. So to get stated im gonna write like i talk! I talk to my freind kate about most things. Tonights been pretty shitty comparatively. I have so far only made $620 but its 4am and no one has been in for 2 hours.
March 19th 2013
So I am back in the game. I am at my new house. I have travelled to a different town to do it, as I am way to well known where I live and do not wanna risk being spotted any more than I already have at home. It is my second night here but I was feeling too lazy to write last night. It wasnt like I had much to do but houses are really draining. You are basically sat or lying in a lounge room for up to 12 hours waiting to see people. All I wanna do is eat and watch TV. Most girls who work here and in general in this job end up putting on weight. I have in the past. The old house used to provide bread, que eating 6 slices of toast with butter and honey a night.
October 22nd 2012
Aus – Cairns – Talking about Bohden and dunno who the dude was, maybe that bar manager dude i fucked
So I tried to start this becoming a writer thing on Saturday, but I ended up curled into a ball on the sofa crying because I saw my ex making a joke with his friend on facebook about having “bitches errywhere”. Let me expand on this a little though. By saw, I mean stalking through other peoples profiles to find what shreds of him I can find as I have unfriended him and his profile is hidden. And by ex, I mean fuck buddy for 6 weeks that went terrribly wrong, think cliched movie, without the happy ending. So now i am trying again to start something. Not that that was a very good first impression. I sound like a neurotic teenager. And I’m not really going to be able to get into this much now or carry on with this flow as I am waiting the arrival of a friend to watch movies and eat chocolate on a glorious afternoon. And here we go again needing another expansion. This friend, is a boy who has just got dumped by my friend. I dont know him that well. I dont know why he wants to hang out. I have my suspicions, but we have already laid the 100% non sexual hang out guidlines down. His ex and I arent close, I have only known her a few months, as it is for everyone in my life, but I would specifically go out and spend the whole night hanging out with her, so, ye we are friends…..oops hes here. gotta run
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