Let Freedom Sting!
Well I finally netted a wee fish to meet for a drinkee to see if I can enslave his ass. He is divorced and wants to experiment. He's seen alot of things on the internet and is curious about them. He says vanilla isn't for him any more. I don't know if he's quite ready for my flavor, but he claims he's open to trying anything once, if it's too painful, he wants 'the freedom' to tell me it's not for him. Slave asking for freedom? I'm not Sara Lincoln.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Bloggery to Bindery
After posting about how I should be blogging for dollars, I was inundated by friends and admirers who suggested I parlay my keyboard tapping into something even more profitable than blogging for $. I should write a book. A book? A book!
Should I write it in a cafe on my laptop like J. K. Rowling, the Potter-y bitch who's richer than the Queen of Merry Olde? I see plenty of writers in cafes, blogging, I try not to play blogging scenester and avoid the obvious display of feathers. Besides I might blow a few of the laptoppers' gaskets if they read my blogs.
Some bloggers blog for the sake of blogging, some for money and others to get bigger writing gigs or book deals. I can reveal the book will be about Sexual Politics. None of you will be in it. Sorry. But you have influenced it, by influencing me.
After posting about how I should be blogging for dollars, I was inundated by friends and admirers who suggested I parlay my keyboard tapping into something even more profitable than blogging for $. I should write a book. A book? A book!
Should I write it in a cafe on my laptop like J. K. Rowling, the Potter-y bitch who's richer than the Queen of Merry Olde? I see plenty of writers in cafes, blogging, I try not to play blogging scenester and avoid the obvious display of feathers. Besides I might blow a few of the laptoppers' gaskets if they read my blogs.
Some bloggers blog for the sake of blogging, some for money and others to get bigger writing gigs or book deals. I can reveal the book will be about Sexual Politics. None of you will be in it. Sorry. But you have influenced it, by influencing me.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Nicole started the original 'Ignore Line'
I admit I jumped on the Ignore Line bandwagon, altho I had been doing Ignore Calls on request prior, I just hadn't made it official with a separate Niteflirt Listing. Nicole was like, "I've been doing Ignore calls for years with slave Josephine." Slave Josephine is Nicole's personal slave, errand boy, boy friday. He must clean her condo, do her laundry, do her errands, grocery shopping (we're not talking substantial shopping as Nicole doesn't eat much at home), handwash her Mustang and put gas in it (ouch given today's gas prices). If he's lucky, Josephine gets to jerk off with her on the phone.
I should de-emphasize 'with her on the phone'. Basically he will call her and tell her how horny he is and beg for permission to masturbate. Sometimes Nicole will just hang up on him. Other times she will say, "I don't have time for this bullshit!" and put the phone down, back in her purse or wherever and do whatever she was doing prior to the interruption. She might pick up the phone a few minutes later and ask, "Are you fucking done yet pissant?" Sometimes she'll hang up if he's not done or just drop the phone back into the netherworld of her purse again.
She lets him call for 'phone sex', maybe she says, maybe if he's lucky twice a month. She gets her panties in a twist that she even has to put up with this twice a month ritual for all the value she gets out of having Josephine. Little boy fridays are hard to find and harder to keep. But Nicole says, oh com'n, he probably jerks to me all the time, to my panties, sniffs my seat in the Mustang and gets a stiffie, probably even humps my bed. This is true, without a nanny cam, it would be hard to know if Josephine is chaste otherwise!
I admit I jumped on the Ignore Line bandwagon, altho I had been doing Ignore Calls on request prior, I just hadn't made it official with a separate Niteflirt Listing. Nicole was like, "I've been doing Ignore calls for years with slave Josephine." Slave Josephine is Nicole's personal slave, errand boy, boy friday. He must clean her condo, do her laundry, do her errands, grocery shopping (we're not talking substantial shopping as Nicole doesn't eat much at home), handwash her Mustang and put gas in it (ouch given today's gas prices). If he's lucky, Josephine gets to jerk off with her on the phone.
I should de-emphasize 'with her on the phone'. Basically he will call her and tell her how horny he is and beg for permission to masturbate. Sometimes Nicole will just hang up on him. Other times she will say, "I don't have time for this bullshit!" and put the phone down, back in her purse or wherever and do whatever she was doing prior to the interruption. She might pick up the phone a few minutes later and ask, "Are you fucking done yet pissant?" Sometimes she'll hang up if he's not done or just drop the phone back into the netherworld of her purse again.
She lets him call for 'phone sex', maybe she says, maybe if he's lucky twice a month. She gets her panties in a twist that she even has to put up with this twice a month ritual for all the value she gets out of having Josephine. Little boy fridays are hard to find and harder to keep. But Nicole says, oh com'n, he probably jerks to me all the time, to my panties, sniffs my seat in the Mustang and gets a stiffie, probably even humps my bed. This is true, without a nanny cam, it would be hard to know if Josephine is chaste otherwise!
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Stripper Urban Legend
Nicole is operating under a delusion. She truly believes that Mr. Right or Mr. Rich is going to come sauntering into the club, see her, fall in love, marry her, take her away from the twat-scented pole. My friends and I think she has truly given up on getting a real job. Now she regales us with stories about how so-and-so, some mythical stripper at another club, say New York or Vegas or West Palm, married a rich doctor, lawyer, athlete and is driving a Benz, living in palatial surroundings. Nicole has a dream, but no destiny. I struggle with both.
Nicole is operating under a delusion. She truly believes that Mr. Right or Mr. Rich is going to come sauntering into the club, see her, fall in love, marry her, take her away from the twat-scented pole. My friends and I think she has truly given up on getting a real job. Now she regales us with stories about how so-and-so, some mythical stripper at another club, say New York or Vegas or West Palm, married a rich doctor, lawyer, athlete and is driving a Benz, living in palatial surroundings. Nicole has a dream, but no destiny. I struggle with both.
Nicole Doesn't Fish from the Craigslist Pier
My girlfriends always crack up when they hear about some of the responses I get from my Craigslist or other online ads. Nicole, especially. Nicole's pier is the stage, the pole, the champagne court. She doesn't run online ads although she is occasionally tempted to run an ad when I land a big fish. But in the past I'd be equally tempted to swing around a pole after I heard about the whales she landed from the club. But big fish and whales tend to swim out to sea. Fishing is a constant chore. And a necessary one.
My girlfriends always crack up when they hear about some of the responses I get from my Craigslist or other online ads. Nicole, especially. Nicole's pier is the stage, the pole, the champagne court. She doesn't run online ads although she is occasionally tempted to run an ad when I land a big fish. But in the past I'd be equally tempted to swing around a pole after I heard about the whales she landed from the club. But big fish and whales tend to swim out to sea. Fishing is a constant chore. And a necessary one.
Craigslist, Wild Wild Craigslist
So I ran another Looking for a New Slave to add to my Harem ad on Craigslist recently in different SoFlo locales. Most of my ads get flagged immediately by the rent-a-ho services, but occasionally my ads stay up for about 24 hours and extract a barrage of responses. This time, the responses were truly bottom of the barrel.
Let's take a look at some of these slave wannabes:
Mr. Nude Handyman
....said he would perform nude painting or repairs to anything in my apartment
One of my mini-blinds isn't going up or down just right, but I don't think I want Mr. Nude Handyman to find out where I live or see his nasty nads just to get my mini-blinds fixed
Mr. Trapped in a Closet
....wanted to be locked into my closet while bound so he could smell clothes and shoes was willing to pay $20 for an hour of sniffery in my closet (hmmmmm)
Again, why would I want this stranger to know where I live!?!?! and let him in my place for $20, do I come off as so desperate need $ to buy crack?
Mr. Toejam
....wanted to lick and suck on my toes and lick out toejam, a bonus, he wrote, if there is toejam, then nibble on any toenails which otherwise might need clipping or I could clip them right in front of him and he would eat the clippings. (hmmmmmmm) For this he was willing to pay $50 once a month! A monthly rendez-vous for toejamming and toenail noshing!
Yet again, why would I want another stranger to know where I live!?!?!? and let him in my place for $50.
Maybe I should change my ad to: You will not know where I live for months! We will meet in public or hotels of my choosing! You will pay me $200 just for the privilege of meeting me and discussing your fantasy or fetish. I hope that will weed out some of the bottom of the barrel wannabes.
So I ran another Looking for a New Slave to add to my Harem ad on Craigslist recently in different SoFlo locales. Most of my ads get flagged immediately by the rent-a-ho services, but occasionally my ads stay up for about 24 hours and extract a barrage of responses. This time, the responses were truly bottom of the barrel.
Let's take a look at some of these slave wannabes:
Mr. Nude Handyman
....said he would perform nude painting or repairs to anything in my apartment
One of my mini-blinds isn't going up or down just right, but I don't think I want Mr. Nude Handyman to find out where I live or see his nasty nads just to get my mini-blinds fixed
Mr. Trapped in a Closet
....wanted to be locked into my closet while bound so he could smell clothes and shoes was willing to pay $20 for an hour of sniffery in my closet (hmmmmm)
Again, why would I want this stranger to know where I live!?!?! and let him in my place for $20, do I come off as so desperate need $ to buy crack?
Mr. Toejam
....wanted to lick and suck on my toes and lick out toejam, a bonus, he wrote, if there is toejam, then nibble on any toenails which otherwise might need clipping or I could clip them right in front of him and he would eat the clippings. (hmmmmmmm) For this he was willing to pay $50 once a month! A monthly rendez-vous for toejamming and toenail noshing!
Yet again, why would I want another stranger to know where I live!?!?!? and let him in my place for $50.
Maybe I should change my ad to: You will not know where I live for months! We will meet in public or hotels of my choosing! You will pay me $200 just for the privilege of meeting me and discussing your fantasy or fetish. I hope that will weed out some of the bottom of the barrel wannabes.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Struggling with Spanish
This isn't my grandmother's Miami any more. It happens to me when I'm walking down the street, someone will ask me a question or make a comment, usually about the weather. The only catch, they speak Spanish to me. Days and nights can go by and the only language I hear when I'm out and about is Spanish. My long dark hair = Latina = speaks Spanish. I speak a little Spanish, enough to get by. Enough to talk about the weather or buy stuff at stores and cafes. It happens to Taylor, who is a mezcla, a mix of white and Latino ethnicities, but she speaks as little Spanish as I do, her parents thought it was more important for her to know English, only English, little did they know, 25 years later, they would have made a blunder as to which the predominant language would be in SoFlo.
I could get more session work in my deemed profession if I spoke better Espanol. I am going to get the Rosetta Stone CDs or just do more immersion, learn more things to say about the weather....
From a recent news article:
This situation, so pleasing to Latin American immigrants, makes some English speakers feel marginalized. In the 1950s, it's estimated that more than 80 percent of Miami-Dade County residents were non-Hispanic whites. But in 2006, the Census Bureau estimates that number was only 18.5 percent, and in 2015 it is forecast to be 14 percent. Hispanics now make up about 60 percent.
"The Anglo population is leaving," said Juan Clark, a sociology professor at Miami Dade College. "One of the reactions is to emigrate toward the north. They resent the fact that (an American) has to learn Spanish in order to have advantages to work. If one doesn't speak Spanish, it's a disadvantage."
According to the Census, 58.5 percent of the county's 2.4 million residents speak Spanish - and half of those say they don't speak English well. English-only speakers make up 27.2 percent of the county's residents.
In the mainly Cuban city of Hialeah and in the Miami neighborhood of Little Havana, 94 percent of residents identified themselves as Hispanic.
Andrew Lynch, an expert on linguistics and bilingualism at the University of Miami, said that the presence of Spanish-speakers first became an issue in Miami-Dade County in the 1960s and '70s with the arrival of Cuban immigrants and intensified in the '80s with immigrants from not just Cuba, but Argentina, Venezuela and elsewhere in Latin America. The exodus of English speakers soon followed.
This isn't my grandmother's Miami any more. It happens to me when I'm walking down the street, someone will ask me a question or make a comment, usually about the weather. The only catch, they speak Spanish to me. Days and nights can go by and the only language I hear when I'm out and about is Spanish. My long dark hair = Latina = speaks Spanish. I speak a little Spanish, enough to get by. Enough to talk about the weather or buy stuff at stores and cafes. It happens to Taylor, who is a mezcla, a mix of white and Latino ethnicities, but she speaks as little Spanish as I do, her parents thought it was more important for her to know English, only English, little did they know, 25 years later, they would have made a blunder as to which the predominant language would be in SoFlo.
I could get more session work in my deemed profession if I spoke better Espanol. I am going to get the Rosetta Stone CDs or just do more immersion, learn more things to say about the weather....
From a recent news article:
This situation, so pleasing to Latin American immigrants, makes some English speakers feel marginalized. In the 1950s, it's estimated that more than 80 percent of Miami-Dade County residents were non-Hispanic whites. But in 2006, the Census Bureau estimates that number was only 18.5 percent, and in 2015 it is forecast to be 14 percent. Hispanics now make up about 60 percent.
"The Anglo population is leaving," said Juan Clark, a sociology professor at Miami Dade College. "One of the reactions is to emigrate toward the north. They resent the fact that (an American) has to learn Spanish in order to have advantages to work. If one doesn't speak Spanish, it's a disadvantage."
According to the Census, 58.5 percent of the county's 2.4 million residents speak Spanish - and half of those say they don't speak English well. English-only speakers make up 27.2 percent of the county's residents.
In the mainly Cuban city of Hialeah and in the Miami neighborhood of Little Havana, 94 percent of residents identified themselves as Hispanic.
Andrew Lynch, an expert on linguistics and bilingualism at the University of Miami, said that the presence of Spanish-speakers first became an issue in Miami-Dade County in the 1960s and '70s with the arrival of Cuban immigrants and intensified in the '80s with immigrants from not just Cuba, but Argentina, Venezuela and elsewhere in Latin America. The exodus of English speakers soon followed.
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