Sweetness

I like the sweet, sensual guys... Client I had just now, Naman, a Bull, was so delicate and erotic. And the look when he came almost made me come. He was sort of unlike any client I've ever seen. He kissed lightly the areas usually only I pay attention to. Arms, hands, head, basically anything he could reach. And OMFG I love being fingered gently, not deeply. So few men realize that the g-spot on many women is right there at the opening, not way up in our vaginas.

As long as I can remember not to take the prank calls personally, and remember that any business has to deal with jerks, then I am perfectly content with my job. Best. Job. EVER! Period. But I need to do more to occupy my time. I find myself idling too often lately.

OOOOH. And I painted last night, something beautiful, erotic, and a bit different from anything I've done so far. Will post something soon.

Also, my Youtube popularity is growing exponentially. Apparently Smokedman LOVES me!

Bitch for Dick

That was an easy subject to come up with!

I've decided against calling Ethan Trample Bitch and have settled instead on Trample Dick.

Congrats Ethan. TRAMPLE DICK

Also, cold nipples = OUCH

He moved me...

I'm painting for the first time in a long time. And sketching. And I'm remembering the importance of sketching again and again and again. They evolve. My life is all about beauty. Creating, consuming, clutching. The clutching is problematic. So far I've covered two messed up canvasses. One in magenta and one in orange. What comes next is uncertain. I'm really afraid to paint. I'm even scared to put the pencil on the canvas. I'm afraid of mistakes, of it looking uneven, ugly and like a huge mistake. I'm afraid of it not looking the way I imagine it in my mind. But then it never really comes out the way I imagine it, my art. And that's always been ok. I'm just out of practice. I miss painting. Painting makes me horny.

Motivating myself lately has become tedious and difficult. Activism is keeping me somewhat busy, but I'm seriously contemplating getting a small dog. Maybe as a foster home...? Also, I feel affection starved but these things can not be forced.

And For the most part, I am very pleased with my growing, regular clientele. I'm missing some, for sure, but I'm meeting the most delightful guys lately, which is nice after a dry spell. I'm considering not seeing new clients for a while and looking forward to some travel in the Spring. Getting a passport this week!! First time ever!

Today was great. Pho Ho got me out of bed at a semi-decent hour and we did some outdoor photos, mostly flash shots, and then some inside. And I chatted with the coolest guy today and then I lost him. I am so very sad and hope he gives me one more chance... you know who you are, and I know you're reading this!

Teaser Dance

Golden Pleasures

My client tonight, Nate, is just amazing. I've seen him once before and I failed in my task (click for the sorry details). I didn't realize then, and even today, how difficult it is to pee in someone's mouth. It's really quite challenging. I have to get myself into a state of total focus. If I'm aroused, it's more difficult. If something is touching my cunt, I can almost forget it. What I really desire is to just let it go while he's licking me. I had to tell him to stop. To not touch me. He almost made me come so many times. I knew I couldn't come and piss. I will keep trying, but as of yet, I've been unable to. I finally was able to focus enough though...

We started by sharing a joint that he brought. Big, fat and fragrant (kind of like me, HA!). His hand touched my leg and my foot slid under his thigh. As soon as the joint was out I asked "what are we going to do now? Just talk maybe?" and I straddled his lap, bringing his head between my breasts. I could hear his muffled moans. And already I was swollen. I could feel him getting hard through our clothes. We kissed. His full beard and mustache was soft and long and not at all bothersome. I asked if he shaved down below. "No... should I?" he asked with a laugh. I wanted to devour him and get him naked right away, but I just told him "No... I love the hair. I even ordered my cleaning boy to stop shaving for a month!"

But cleaning boy, hot though he may be, was nowhere on my mind tonight. I got up from the sofa and led him to my bedroom. He got undressed fast. Got undressed and laid him down and straddled him promptly. As much as I love teasing, I lack in self control at times. Amazing cock. Hard before he undressed, and hard the entire session. As in twitching hard. We kissed. Tongue. Wet. Nipples and breasts in his face. I had no intention of letting him go until he got what he came for. he was pleased to hear this.

I moved up on his chest, and asked him to move down slightly to sit on his hot tongue. His oral skills are some of the best. He's one of the best lovers I've ever had in general. A bit shy, but so responsive, kinky and skilled. I alternated from kneeling over him, to reaching back to stroke his cock, to just straddling him with my body perfectly straight. Is stayed there for a while, totally engorged, swollen and dripping, though not feeling the urge to pee.

I got off to give him a break and could not keep myself away from his beautiful cock. I got him ready and went down, kissing his thighs and legs, inhaling his scent, trying to tease us both. I licked and sucked his balls, and slowly started licking his shaft. I was looking in his eyes the whole time, listening to him moan, trying to remember how he sounds, tastes, smells, looks. For later, when I crave him. Finally I took him in my mouth, and he gasped and moaned, retaining my gaze quite well. I sucked him for a while, slowly, remembering that he comes fairly easily, and still wanting to sit on his perfect cock. I moved back up for some licking, deciding against fucking him then. I still wanted to give him my golden nectar. But after a few minutes of his tongue on my clit, and feeling his arm stroking his hard cock, and knowing he still had the condom on from the oral, I just slid down and positioned my pussy right in front of it. His eyes staring. We kissed, again and again, tongues, lips, wet. I loved his hair. He tried to use his hand to guide it in but I stopped him. It slid in right then, and I rode him slowly, knowing he would tell me before he came. Squeezing him with my muscles. Pushing on his cock inside of me. Leaning back to get him all the way in. Staring at each other. Not going too crazy. Just enjoying our mutually swollen members.

Resume sitting on face. He ate my pussy from behind for at least 15 minutes and then asked for a short break. Normally submissive, he then asked me to lie down. Ok. I thought he'd be licking me, but instead he slipped inside me, lifting my legs up effortlessly the way tall, strong lumberjack-type men tend to do. He never fucked me before. I was always the top. But wow. Nice and slow, feeling the squeezing, enjoying the feeling of his cock getting harder. "I love that you have to stop yourself from coming!" Laughter, put it in deeper baby. Makes it easier to pee. Kissed my feet through my knee socks, kept my legs up. Came down, close to me. We kissed while he fucked me so slowly. I was trying to urge him on without making him lose it. At one point he pulled out completely, and I was sure he was done. He didn't seem to want to stop so I resumed my perch on his face, determined to soon let it all flow into his mouth. As if reading my mind, he asked me to spit in his mouth. I did, we kissed. Spit, kissed. Kissed, spit, licked.

Finally, I had him lay sideways on the bed. It took a while, and a bit of instructions, and some quiet, and his tongue OFF my clit, but finally I ordered him to open his mouth. I could feel it coming out of me. Kept stopping right when I felt I was going to pee. When I found a spot I was good with, I told him to not stop. Please do not stop. He didn't stop. Finally, a small trickle of piss came out of me. His cock was rock hard and in his hand. I wanted to take it in my mouth. Instead, I kept focusing, distracted by a beautiful man beneath whose tongue was close to making me come. When finally a bit more gushed out of me and into his mouth, he muffled "Oh, I'm going to come!" and without warning, hot, abundant come flew from his cock and landed literally all over me and all around the room. Normally not a fan, I was pleased to have his sperm all over my chest and neck (and wall, floor, dresser). We shared a shower soon after, and then a joint, and then he was gone, vowing to return again as soon as he could.

This counts as a rare occasion when I almost, almost feel bad for getting paid. I just want more. I hope he doesn't wait so long next time. My pussy swells for him.

Why I love men

Admittedly, I have a tenuous love/hate relationship with the male gender. We'll leave the hate part out for now. But for all of their flaws and infuriating tendencies, I adore the fruits of the man tree. Here are a few reasons why:

1. Hair. I love hair on people's bodies. Men, in my experience, are more likely to actually have hair. I love a hairy chest and nice, thick pubes.

2. Smell. Maybe it's a pheromone thing, but I love the natural musky odor of a man. Well, most men...

3. Cocks. Hard, soft, big, small, curved... OH I love them ALL. Nothing makes me wet like watching a man shoot hot white cum all over himself. I love to see their hands encasing their own cocks, stroking them as though no one is watching.

4. Shoulders. I like the big shoulders on guys. Even the small guys. I love that Vshaped physique that men have. People always go on about how women are works of art, blah blah. True. But men are as well. I love the male form. Always makes me wet.

5. Voices. I love the deep sound a man's excited voice.

6. Warmth. I love how they feel when they wrap their arms around me. Makes me feel safe, warm and sexy.

7. Handy. While I am handy woman myself, I find the men in my life are always go out of their way to be helpful. Most men I meet, in fact. Perhaps it's a mean to a pussy-eating end, but I enjoy helpful people, ad the men I encounter usually fit that bill.

Don't even get me started about why I adore submissive males. Ok, maybe get me started.

Handsome and Handy

I absolutely LOVE facesitting. Since I worked up the courage to do it, and enjoy it, a few years ago, I've been hooked. And combining it with my dominant side has only made it better. Something about a guy or girl pulling my hips closer to their face drives me crazy, especially when I'm afraid of being too aggressive, or going too far. To receive the encouragement is enough to make me swollen and drippy.

Another thing I love is when a lover can make me climax. Oddly enough, it happens with clients more than it ever did with lovers in my "personal" life. Today is stuck in my mind. I've never, ever had to stop myself from coming when someone else was touching or licking me. With my own hand, sure. I often have to stop if I want to prolong climax. But for a lover to make me come is difficult. He would have made come ten minutes after beginning had I not stopped and put my nipples in his mouth. While sucking them though, he kept fingering me. And to tell me that you have a fetish for making women come? What do you think that does to me? How can such a soft spoken, young and innocent looking man, with a teen's voice, have this effect on me? Unbelievable skill in clit licking and nipple sucking. Helpful. Too cute and sweet. Seriously. I could sit on warm tongues for hours. He made me come twice today. And he came twice. And he fixed my plumbing problem. Amazing.

I love my life.

Also, went to a nice workshop today with the cutest kitties. I miss having animals around.

And OHMYGOD! I had the most amazing Indian dinner yesterday. Naans at Bloor and Bathurst, South East corner, just past the Green Beanery. I HIGHLY recommend the Malai Kofta... AMAZING.

And a few people asked, and Montreal was awesome. I went to Mont Royal, Art Galleries, Jean Talon and Notre-Dame (which, regrettably, was closed - and I pleaded in French for a quick and short passage, to no avail). And I realized tonight that I have actually accomplished one of my "official" life goals: design a book cover (I designed a whole book...)