Lunch Munch

One of my ex-profs, a definite dyke, has asked me to lunch again. At our first lunch, she wanted to chat about what I was up to, how life was treating me, had my education made a difference, what were my life goals now. I felt like she was unofficially polling me as to the effectiveness of my grad schoolin' or she was trying to come up with a conversational opening as to whether I eat pussy or not. My mother thought she wanted to be my mentor when I told her about the first lunch munch. I guess she could have completely dignified intentions. I always tilt toward evil instead of good. It's how I'm wired.

News from Nicole

Pool whoring has paid off. Coley went pool whoring with some of the girls from work and she reeled in a fishy to play with for a bit. The fishy is only in town for a month, but swims in for business now and then. I don't have any more details on the fishy, but as soon as I do, I'll blog them here.

My Funny Valentines

a review of some of the nice things I have received on Valentine's Day from my paramours, fucktoys, relatives and slaves

Marisol

When I was with Marisol a few years ago, she surprised me with a weekender to the Bahamas' Atlantis resort. We spent the weekend tanning, sexing and partying.

toad

I met toad in late January 2007, but got really sick with the flu immediately after meeting him. Coincidence? Still I needed to extract something from the toad for Valentine's while I suffered thru my flu. So I ordered him to go to the club where Nicole works and give her my Valentine's card (with something special tucked inside) for her to give to me. Nicole and I engineered a very humiliating scenario. Nicole would put toad on the guestlist as Mr. Toad. Toad would have to announce himself as Mr. Toad in order to get in. Depending on how many guys were waiting at the door to get in, plus the doorguy himself, toad would be sheerly overwhelmed and completely mortified to announce his slave name, but would have to state he was Mr. Toad to enter the Princess' castle. Then toad would have to sit in the club and wait for Nicole to be featured. He would then have to give her the card and a tip for her to deliver the card to me. While waiting for Nicole to be featured, he would have to order drinks and not look at any of the girls. In fact, he was to be looking down. And he could only look at Nicole's feet while handing over the tip and card.

It went something like this:

Toad arrived. Unfortunately, there was no one else but the doorguy at the moment toad showed up. He stated he was Mr. Toad. The doorguy had been instructed to fuck with toad so he asked toad how to spell it. T-o-a-d, toad spelled it. The doorguy checked it off and told toad, Hop on in! Priceless. The doorguy later told Nicole that toad looked like he was going to piss his pants, he was so nervous.

Nicole wasn't sure how long toad had to wait before she was featured, but she said she saw the fugly creature approach the rail with a red envelope and tip money. He stammered out, This is for Sara and this is for you. She grabbed both. Thank you TOAD! Nicole said quite loud. But the music in the club drowned out Nicole's words. She didn't think anyone else but the toad heard. The toad slunk away.

Nicole texted me when she got a break that she had the card and her tip. Toad tipped her $100 she texted. Not bad. She texted asking if I wanted her to open the envelope to check out my take. I texted back YES! She reported $200. Not as much as I had hoped, but I got pissed at him and got more out of him on a later date. Oh and the card was like really schmarmy and schmaltzy, something you would give to a woman in her 40's, so I berated toad for not picking out a Valentine's card I truly deserved.

Bride of Chuckie

Charlie was my cuckold boyfriend for about a year. For that year I didn't have to do Niteflirt or work at the club as he was paying my way. I concentrated on school and entertaining my cuckold. Nicole called Charlie "Cuckie Chuckie" and referred to me as "Bride of Chuckie" during this time. Nicole made out on the Cuckie Chuckie deal too, because if I had to study and couldn't play with my cuckie, Chuckie was allowed to go to the club and give money to Nicole for lap dances. Nicole made sure to humiliate him by telling him how small his dick was, or that it must be limp, or that I wasn't really studying, I was probably fucking Jesse or Arion or Tim or.... Cuckie Chuckie would then be so horny by the time he left the club, he would get to my place and fuck me till I couldn't see straight. Now you are wondering hmmmm I fucked my cuckie? Well Charlie was an unusual cuckie, he was 7.5" and thick. He was turned on by being a cuckie, but was not underhung. While he fucked me he craved having me tell him stories about the large cocks I was fucking, tell him he wasn't a real man, tell him he was inadequate....

Charlie was a romantic cuckie. I remember for Valentine's, he gave me roses, an expensive watch, lingerie, candy. Spring Break was right around V-Day, so he took me to Jamaica for the perfect cuckold vacay. All good things come to an end and Charlie went off to Malibu for rehab and while he has been back to the area a few times since, he has not been in touch with me or Nicole (to find me). But I'd love to have a financially rewarding cuckold relationship again!!!

Mom

One year my Mom gave me a vintage Valentine's candy box stuffed with her homemade rum and chocolate truffles. I couldn't resist and ate 2 truffles on my way home, while driving. My breath was really rummy and I was worried if I got pulled over, that I would fail a breathalyzer lol. But luckily I didn't get pulled over by the po-po's. My girlfriends and I used to host rotating dinners about once a month, a tradition we should revive. I was hosting the next girlfriends dinner at my house and served the truffles as part of dessert and everyone loved them and couldn't believe my Mom made them, they were candy store perfect and extremely potent ;-)

fatfuck

fatfuck is usually good for some extra cash and / or a little shopping spree. This week I did the spree and got 3 cute tops and a new pair of skinny jeans.

This year....

My sister is coming down on Valentine's Day with her boyfriend to go out with my Mom and her boyfriend and me and my sister's boyfriend's brother (I know it's confusing) to an early dinner before Jorge's band (Jorge = Mom's boyfriend) must perform that nite. So I'm wondering 1) if Danny will give me something for V-Day 2) if my Mom has made any more truffles 3) If any of my admirers (including you bloggies) will bestow me with tributes or something that shows your devotion (Amazon e-Gift Certificates, Victoria's Secret e-Gift Certificates)

upDATE

All of you have been asking what happened with my dinner date. We ate. We drank. We convo'd. He wanted me to go out clubbing after, but I had already pre-empted this. I had told him in advance I was planning to work. He knows about my tele-domination. He knows about my real time domination. He is amused by this. He is immune to this. He tried to twist my arm. I stood my ground. I could have sacrificed a nite on Niteflirt to go clubbing with him. But the dance, the strange dance as I've called it, well, the choreography requires that I lead. I think he knows that now. But he did grab me and try to convince me otherwise with a way wet 'n' wild smoocheroo right outside the restaurant. And I detected a large package, which was not a surprise as my sister had reported his bro was very hung.

I went home horny and planned to play with myself between calls. But I had long calls. Then a flurry of shorter ones. And Danny even called a few times pretending to want to be dommed. He was referring to specific Niteflirt listings. I have a little dick. Make me gay. Hmmmm. I hadn't revealed my Niteflirt details yet. Found your blog, he said. Which one, I said. Red car, he said. I had told him about that blog, but not the URL, guess it was easy enough to figure out. His car is silver. He was still out, and a little blitzed. He wanted to know if I would join him for a late nite drink. Meet me, com'n. I was soooo tempted, but I was tired and horny and wanted to use my Big O to head off to dreamland. But he keeps calling. Has booked another dinner. Wants to see a movie with me. Apparently, resisting his charms has its' benefits.

Boom Boom Bank


As it turns out, Nicole's Superbowl rake was less than last year, well duh, last year the Superbowl was here! And it was boom boom bank for strippers last year. This year Nicole said she did ok, but whenever Nicole says she did ok, ok means ehhh.

Nicki will be moving back down to Miami area, she said, regardless if she's accepted in a P/A program. She has to get the eff out of Orlando for her sanity. But since she's a cash student, no loans, she'll most likely be accepted everywhere. She also wants to ply the slave trade again to make some bank.

In other news, I have a dinner booked with Danny on Friday nite, but told him he can't have the whole nite as I must amuse my remote slaves late nite. He's curious about my tele-domination, and has been trying to finesse my URL from both me and my sister. But I told him when I'm ready to reveal just how dominant and bitchy and conniving and controlling I am, I'll text it to him. Until then, he's dying of curiosity....

Superbowl Report

I ended up working the Superbowl Party at the club. I got lasso'd in. Ugh. Bunch of drunks. I was glad that the Superbowl was in Tampa this year, still there was an overdose of parties and promotions all trying to capture drink dollars on this coast. I didn't end up making that much in tips. Usually, the sports crowds aren't big on tipping and tonite was no exception. Luckily, I told the boss I wanted a minimum to come in to make it worth my time, otherwise I could have just stayed at my place and taken Niteflirt calls from foreign lands.

Nicole hates the Superbowl, she's still working her club's Superbowl party, and I'm wondering how much she'll end up with by the end of the nite. I left a message for her to text me her $$$. But she won't be done lap grinding till very very very late.

In other news, I met Danny for coffee again before I went in to work, and he was off to a Superbowl party. He wants to do dinner next. He says I am very elusive. Fancy word for playing him....