Sunday, November 06, 2016

RIP The Team

Relaxing on the toilet seat after the job, I replied to Kendall's private message a couple of hours ago, saying that "I will, and I will!".  Then I opened the contact list on my phone, at the same time I got a ding on my phone that made me almost jumped; it was a message from her.

To my surprise, Queen announced the inevitable news that her team was over. I wasn't surprised by her demise but the timing. I thought the social event was going great and the Queen was able to delay the inevitable. Attendance was great probably because she put herself out on the raffle. All of a sudden, everything was canceled the day before, and she had a few days at most to refund and erase any trace of her team, before severing all contacts with the world.

It was a familiar story. When the girls became established, the middlemen became greedy, blackmailing them for a large continuation fee or they had to start all over. For the team, it was even more complicated since the face of the team, the Queen must have a cut already for all her troubles.

Even though Kendall stayed low profile for a couple of months, she would have a lot to do with the demise of the team. The Queen recruited her and on whom she relied for her operations. But with pictures side by side, it was Kendall that I picked, never interested in the Queen myself. Despite the good words for the Queen all over, she must be under pressure not to compete directly. She picked retirement, living off booking fees from all the girls she recruited into the business.

After a while, even her most loyal fans realized that her girls couldn't be exceptional all the time. The Queen was making do with whoever comes her way. Some never made it to the big time. Some hardworking ones didn't last long. The exceptional ones never bothered. They can make it anywhere and her client base wasn't that exceptional.

That was the time when the Queen put herself back into the market quietly. That was the time when old issues came back to haunt them all. You can't honestly promote other girls when you bill yourself as the best, with a fee to match.

I wouldn't have bothered if the Queen didn't put up a list of girls going their independent ways with new names, but Kendall wasn' t on it. Even though I wouldn't have much time to patronize her, I was sad to see her go. We never had bad blood between us. I would have seen her already if not for ...

My Lucky Star turned up after so many months after I saw her, having deleted her account briefly. I would have rewarded her but she moved across town far away. In a private conversation, a guy told me that she is the one to get married to. I agreed; I saw her three times in a week! But no, I wasn't enchanted. I liked her character and she was the first one in the line of girls that satisfied me in many ways. The sex was great; she was able and eager. But I could tell that she wasn't charmed by me, not having a deeper connection than a client-provider relationship.

Then it was Pretty Schoolgirl. She was charmed by me but she chose to keep a distance; I took that as a challenge. So I jumped at the chance after so long, almost an absence as long as Lucky Star. She recognized me of course. And her Mrs. Robinson's outfit didn't disappoint. But she wasn't into ordinary clients like me. She turned ups again because her relationship with her last sugar daddy ended naturally after a couple of months. She even refused to get off her saddle when I tried to push her up and off my equipment. I didn't know if she really enjoyed it that much, or she didn't want me to mess her up too much for the next appointment.

She was really what I wanted so I tried to book her in advance the next week. Finally, my charm worked. She was all smiles, kissed me more and with tongue, talked about things and even other girls. She told me her preferred schedule and I was supposed to see her next time. But then she didn't appear and her booking line was unanswered. She is my type but I wasn't in a position to pursuit further.

Then it was Chanel II, of course. I didn't see her because her picture wasn't outstanding. Maybe some clients like it that way. Now she put up some model like pictures, showing off her model legs. Indeed she was within an inch or two of Kendall's height. She is most likable; who would text her friend for a threesome chat, when their mutual client, me, was lying naked next to her? I just couldn't find the chance to see her again because of the way she operates. I did try, though.

Stephanie, everybody's wet dream as documented in the urban dictionary, is real and she came back to the area closest to me so far. I always have a place in my heart for her and always have an hour reserved for her. She is all that, blond with milky smooth skin, pretty, having nice curves and breasts to die for. But the only problem is that she is a safety girl. A deep French kiss would be at least a few months away if I work tirelessly on her. I don't have that much time to spare. And since she is an unspoken member of Queen's team, I doubt if she will turn up anytime soon.

I missed Kendall, and I wasn't the only one, obviously. Another guy posted in a public forum his admiration for her. Though it may all be a promotion in disguise. Then a friend of her responsed, telling everybody that they can contact her privately for Kendall. I did, mostly out of curiosity. But I did want to see her, even more so since she could disappear for good.

Kendall was helping out her friend to start her business in the area. Her friend sent me Kendall's new number and I told her to explain my situation to Kendall, that I have very limited chance to get away to see her. My charm must have worked, again.

Very soon, Kendall used her friend's private message to reply with her own "signature", telling me to save her phone number, and come to see her whenever I have the chance. I got what I wanted and I was very satisfied with myself. I didn't reply immediately because all was said and done. And I treasure her response too much to just write something.

When I needed a toilet break, I brought everything with me for the long haul. Despite being on the toilet seat, inspiration came and I replied, "I will, and I will!" That was the most poetic way I could think of to say that I will carefully save her phone number, and I will see her whenever I have the chance. But that wasn't the best line.

I sent her my number again, writing that, "You can send me updates anytime; it's not likely that I will be buried with text messages and PM's whenever people hear my name, LOL." Seeing that I was so good, I woke up my phone, opened the contact list to save her number. That's when my secret line dinged. It was a message from Kendall, telling me to save her number. She beat me by a mile. She entered my phone number, sent me a message before I even managed to open my contact list to type her number.

Whether she is very keen to see me, or very keen to fill up the slots on her next working day, I wouldn't know. But in giving me her private number, she overtook Chanel II in my heart. And that she doesn't advertise anymore for now while keeping some of her clients begin to look like what Chanel had done.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

My client work flow

Real-time classified makes it very easy for part-timers and travelers to connect with their clients. They may post a classified in advance or when they are available for business. Almost instantly, those on my very long "short list" will trigger sending an email to me. I have email filters to control who will get to me instantly on my cell. I can ignore others for the time being until I change my mind.

Initial contacts will be made using PM, which can be handled by mobile Chrome even for very primitive websites.

The main communication will be off websites. Nowadays, I bet the most enterprising people use Hangout. It's not cool for personal use anymore, but for business, it's different. There are simple checks online to see if a phone number is a Hangout (Google Voice) number. Nobody complained about mine.  A booking agent can have many phone numbers, one for each girl.

Multiple users share the same phone and SMS history, but not for Hangout, making the multiuser mode solidly private. I don't even use a separate secret contact list anymore. Each girl is an entry with a put off company names like IRS or some election polling organization. I put the girl's name on the title field, which is searchable but not within Hangout.

With the stored SMS, Hangout is a pretty good CRM - client relation management. If only more booking agents use it. If someone sends me a text out of the blue, immediately I can see when and where did I see her last time, and what we texted about last time. It's hard to forget her name even if I didn't mention her name once in the history. Nowadays, I'm using 100% text for appointments.

When you get a call on Hangout, only the company name will be visible on the answer screen. You can put all the girls in two companies, accepting calls for one but ignoring the other. Also, the call screen displays the Google account containing the caller in the contact list. You can use it for further differentiation, but first, you must use a tame email address.

Nowadays, I almost always get a text of the address to park. Since everybody uses Google Maps, they can just as well share their GPS location with me via SMS so I can start navigation right away. But with Google Now, I just need two seconds of pressing the home button to scan all the address and landmarks on the SMS in view, while mapping and navigation is one more click away.

With the Project Fi data only SIM, it's a good excuse to put a spare phone in the car, better than a backup phone battery. It's a fully functional phone, with voice and SMS via hangout, but doesn't cost anything if you never use it.

While Google Maps and navigation have been indispensable, now, it seems as though that they have a traffic camera on every lamp pole in the land. Last time, Maps gave me a suspicious travel time at the morning rush hour. I put my faith in it and wasn't disappointed. I was told not to get on the freeway, roaming the empty streets instead. Just when I thought I made the epic trip without using the freeway at all, Google told me to get on it, avoiding all the bottlenecks.

One drawback is that while Google knows when traffic incidents happen, it can't predict how long it will end. So, by the time you reach the trouble spot, they could have cleaned it up already, making the longer detour unnessary. Similarly, Google returns the estimated travel time in the future with a wide margin, although it must have know the exact time it took the day before.

Better than state traffic cameras on the freeways, Google has, in addition, every Android phone as a position and hence speed sensor. But Google does have other use of cameras for navigation. Once Google told me to get off, say, "Hollywood Bee El". I laughed out loud when I saw the big exit sign, exactly what Google said, "Hollywood Bl.".





Friday, September 30, 2016

The day after

With her still sitting on my cock, I lifted her up and put her down back on the bed clumsily, only to find her head dangling completely over the edge, supported by my two hands. There was only one right thing to do. I kissed her deeply.

She must be finding her predicament amusing, her position slightly novel, and accepted her fate merrily.

I was still horny after writing about the one night stand the day before. Then there was a golden opportunity to spend my time productively. Being two days on a roll was excessive, but it could be a long wait for the next chance even if I would have the capacity to take it.

In the darkest of times, I never dumped Chanel for whatever reasons; I  had monthly rendezvous to look forward to until she dumped me to get married. Not knowing that I was driving with or without glasses, she did wonders. For keeping me sane always and through my last comeback, she was a bargain.

The nameless girl that I met yesterday left town, and she was too far away nevertheless. I was looking for someone similar, but this girl shrank from her pictures in all dimensions. Instead of more of a Warrior Princess with a narrow waist, she was a spinner, a bit older than the type I used to.

Knowing that she was happy to have me and that she wasn't likely to refuse, I took her into the bathtub for a shower. In turn, we soaped up each other and then rinsed. Being tiny, I noticed that her feet were doable. I washed her toes thoroughly.

I remembered the days when Jordan, and even Chanel, her threesome partner, tried to destroy my evil plans. Drying myself on the shiny white bathmat, I was contemplating whether to wait for her creepily outside the tub or go into the bedroom alone. She ended my dilemma when she stepped out of the tub when I had to give way for her by stepping onto the shiny white bathmat by the sink.

After drying myself, I just stood there watching her. It was a very natural behavior to stare at a naked girl drying herself. When she finished and before she could take a wrong footstep, I offered to carry her. Not only did she had no desire to resist, but also she understood and was expecting.

I put her on the bed, got on top of her making full body contact, and then kissed her deeply. She taking it calmly, there was nothing spectacular. More commonly, girls would duck out of it or give it some passion getting it over with for once, and then no more.

Next, I fixated on her imported pair of breasts. They were in great shape, with an excellent size, highly squeezable and indestructible. Unlike some other pairs, I could hold tight on both simultaneously, so tight as to milking them while still had more than enough below the nipples to suck on alternatively and repeatedly.

She having decent skin, I tried to freak her out by homing in on her armpits. For the first time, she resisted, leaving me nowhere near my targets. Instead, I wet kissed her tummy, all the way down to her pussy.

While dining on her pussy, I remembered to give her the chopstick, fucking her with two of my fingers. Munching with my lips and painting with my tongue, I went down both of her tights, knees, lower legs until I reached her feet. I stretched her legs like chicken wings while enjoying her small feet. Seeing that she took it well, I began to test her tolerance by licking and tickling her sole. She was immune. When my passion ran high, I hold her foot like a bottle, put her big toe in my mouth, sucking like a hungry baby. I left no toes unattended.

When I turned her over, I was surprised to find her Hercules heel. She giggled when I licked her calf muscle like a giant churro. That was the excuse to do some more of the same and then more, finally reaching her butt.

I treated her bottom equally with her breasts, the difference being that I had to dig into her cheeks with my fingers to hold them tight. There being no center of attraction, I had to kiss, lick and suck all around.

When my passion ran higher, I bite on her butt, gently first, then harder. Knowing that I wasn't going to hurt her a bit, she just laid there. Before I released her, I bite as hard as I could without leaving any marks, shivering uncontrollably as if in a minor tremor.

Obviously,  she knew that I was satisfied, being able to do whatever I wanted, mostly. Consequently, she cut short her pleasure routine to compensate for the time already spent. There was no need for it nevertheless because my cock was as stiff as a rod then. After giving short, but undivided, attention to my shaft and balls, she put on the cover, climbed over me, and began to ride.

Being greedy and shameless, I held tight onto her boobs when she was riding hide and low until I lifted her up, set her down and kissed her intensely. As awkward as it looked and she felt, it was stimulating.

There was little difference from kissing a severed head, the only being that she was alive, warm-blooded. I tested her limit by bringing out my tongue into her mouth, searching for hers, and then starting a fight, over and over again. During the intermissions, I would drop her head about two inches down to look at her reactions, and laugh at her predicament. She took everything graciously. Being screwed by a stiff rod, placed under a human meat press, she sure had the passion brought out of her, so different from the kisses when I came in, and those when I first set her down on the bed.

When I knew the end was coming in that familiar situation with a little twist, though, a missionary with deep kissing on a severed head, I pulled out to accomplish what she inspired me to. She was such an obedient girl that I had to flat iron her.

When I twirled my index finger, she seemed to read my mind as she turned but didn't get up on all fours. I should have remembered that it was an impossible task entering directly, but I tried anyhow and failed.

If I ever got into a flat ironing position, it was first a doggy, followed by leg pulling so my opponent would collapse flat on the bed. But it was rather clumsy to keep my cock inside. From numerous experiments, the easier way is to do the spoon first, after that it is just a matter of rolling 90 degrees.

My insight was substantiated when I was spooning Friendly just a few weeks ago, she asking me in some barely audible pillow talk why I didn't carry onto the flat iron, meaning that it was usually the way to do it. I would love to if she had asked earlier when I still could. Unfortunately, that explains why some girls don't like spooning. Doing the spoon itself had its beauty when I had the excuse to spread her legs and lift one high up the way I wanted artistically, exposing the sight of her vulnerable entrances.

Even though it was my favorite position, I didn't linger on a bit, rolling her over flat on the bed as soon as I penetrated. The climax was near and enough time had passed that I knew I should hang over to the next lucky guy. I was fucking her like a meat tenderizer, fast and furious.

To keep our connection throughout, she kept her head raised, making it possible to maintain eye contact and lip contact for that matter. I found my arm naturally around her neck, hard not to choke her when I needed one more anchor to stable myself during meat tenderizing. I even had the urge to twist her head off!

As fun as it was, the climax was nothing dramatic compared to that of the day before, when it was as spectacular as the decisive moment of a great tug of war.

In raising her head during the flat iron, I think she tried to avoid her makeup staining the bedsheet, or more likely, unseen stains on the sheet from getting on her face!

If you think that a grammatically correct, well-read, well-bred, extensively traveled person has taken over the blog, you are insane. I always have put up the undecipherable shield to protect my copyright. I happened to turn on the grammar checker just as I did many years ago when I used Word. Some day, when the writing tools become more fun to use, I may write a book, an easy step up as I have been discovered already by the media.  (R.I.P. Gawker)

A female first person version of the book may follow, with multiple endings (pun intended), as the bridge to an audio book, generated by text-to-speech machines that understand intonation tags. It's fun, good exercise when the river runs dry, or before that, money runs out.





































Thursday, September 29, 2016

What a break

Glancing into the three-piece body-sized mirror at two o'clock, I can see myself penetrating this tall girl bending over on the dresser with both legs straightened and tightened, while I was giving out the last battle cry as if being pulled over in a tug of war.

Since I'm preparing for a break from my adventures, my choices suddenly become wide open when I'm horny. One night stand becomes a good thing because if I don't regret it the next morning, I still may not be returning.

This nameless girl is tall and big, in the sense that it is these types that I lust after when I was a little boy. She has long legs, big top and bottom with narrow waist, a bit thicker than models, and very appetizing. Since I have seen most of her naked body, hardly anything can go wrong unless ...

Fake pictures! Fortunately, she is a horizontally stretched version of her pictures. A bit thicker than I imagined but it's worth the price to pay for not picking those delicate schoolgirls who could easily charge $700 for a half hour (and I believe her). With little makeup on, she didn't look any worse than her pictures. By the way, I had the experience of meeting somebody that was a vertically compressed version of her pictures! You might think that it's the same effect but I was imagining a tall model when I got short squashy lower legs.

The nightmare architecture is spreading. I drove a mile in circles up several levels to reach the rooftop, where I parked at the guest spaces. But not being in a classy hotel has it's advantages. There was the choice of mirrors with one wall mirror by the bed and a freestanding three piece by the dresser. While I was sitting low naked on the bed corner having a hard time deciding, she kneeled down and lowered her body further to access my cock and blew.

Whereas she was passionate and her job enjoyable, I told myself "not so fast" and got up. I reminded myself what I came for, even though her pictures were a bit stretched. I pulled her up, held her hands and lead her to the front of the three piece mirror.

Even though she was never who I would call pretty in her pictures, in real life she was every bit kissable. Maybe her body distorts impressions just as heavenly bodies distort space-time. I deep kissed her but she wasn't passionate. Then I moved on to her breasts. They were big, looked natural on her large frame, and seemed to defy gravity. I sucked and licked on one big papaya while holding and squeezing the other, and vice versa, vice versa ... She felt a bit awkward just standing there but I liked it that way, on occasion looking at myself enjoying the fruitiness.

Then it was my turn to kneel down. She is Warrior Princess crossed Bay Watch. You may think she is big but her tummy is a lot tighter than Winter by the look of it, and she looks a lot better because of her height. I checked below her tummy with my lips and tongue, only briefly because it wasn't a convenient position. So I brought up my fingers. I was a little surprised when she refused to be penetrated. I only brought them up because I thought she was those tough, rough and ready type.

So, while still kneeling, I turned her around to look at what I was coming for. Her butt was full, round and tight. Whenever I was looking at that I would hit her with my palm unconciously. My hand just bounced off without much damage. I did what I could do - lips, tongue, and a bit of teeth. And I was holding her cheeks or hips tightly with my hands all the time. Then I did some more, all around.

What drove me a bit crazy was that her crack was so deep that my tongue could hardly reach anything. It was the lure of the explorer's never ending quest.

Lifting my face from her butt, I can see in the mirror that her legs were straighter and tighter because of her bending over position on the dresser. They were a bit thicker than a supermodel but looked great at the moment. Like a master painter, I drew a bamboo on her leg with one non-stop stroke of my tongue, from butt to ankle. Then I went upwards from her other ankle. Not satisfied with my work, I doubled down on her lower legs, which actually looked good despite her size and thickness.

I sat back at the corner of the low bed when she almost crawled to get to taste my cock. She was so good, so passionate and I was at such an excited state watching the mirrors. I cut short her fixation at my cock and asked for the cover. Any other time I would have satisfied even if I blewup on her face or in her mouth if she wanted it. But this time I had things to cover.

When she came back with the cover, I was standing at the end of the bed. Knowing what to do, she laid down on the bed allowing me to do a missionary while standing up. I penetrated with a full erection. Other than standing up, we were having sex very naturally. She wasn't avoiding intimacy. We weren't eye to eye but she wasn't closing her eyes, wasn't looking away, nor turning away from me. I kissed her cheek, near her ears and then went for her lips. With a hard rod inside, I think she became passionate, not as much as some of my schoolgirls but a lot more than a dozen minutes ago.

Soon I realized that it was my release position, my check mate position. I trained myself so many times on this. Again, this wasn't what I was coming for. So immediately I ducked out of an intense tongue fight, pulled out, got up and pulled her up to the dresser.

She knew she had to bend over on the dresser. Having not enough warmup, she pulled my cock between her cheeks and aimed it at her pussy. She wanted me to penetrate but retained her hands as a buffer. She was pulling me into her but not for the full length of my equipment. Then she was stirring herself with my rod.

Once she got comfortable, she let go of her hand and allowed me to roam freely. The only thing I know was to ram her hard, stroke after stroke, faster and faster. Of course there was one more thing; I was looking at both of us through the mirror when I wasn't staring close at her cheeks. I was holding her hips so tight to bang against myself, anybody else would have got deep finger marks.

It was what I was coming for, but got more than I bargained for. I wouldn't have expected the dresser by the three piece mirror. When I pounded harder and faster, her body naturally tensed up to absorb the blows. Her tighter muscle and her post in the mirror in turn drove me to pound even harder and faster.

I knew it was coming. I stopped her when she was crawling on the floor sucking me. I stopped myself when I was deep kissing her while standing with my cock inside her. Now I wasn't going to stop. But I didn't want it to end either. Holding her tight and banging her hard, I was using as much as energy and force as in a tug of war. I am usually a quiet person, but in sports and battle, you are allowed to shout, cheer or cry. Perhaps it was my last ditch effort before the end. Perhaps it was the victorious scene in the mirror. Perhaps I was trying to say no like a kid not wanting to leave the park. Perhaps I wanted to shout, "I did it".

"Ahhhhh!", I uttered a loud sound not unlike some adult movies. It's my first time, I think. Maybe it shouldn't be a one night stand after all.


 

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Nexus 5X & Project Fi updates

First review

It's the end of the road now for the 5X. Good or bad, every phone has a life of one year, before a newer model takes over. I'm still very happy with the 5X for the price I paid. Now Project Fi members can get more for $200! It's really not a bad deal for an unlocked phone with those spec.

Of all the bad things you heard about it, nothing happened to me. I would adviced against those memory resident apps that are there running all the time. School kids all install some security protection programs to feel safe and some cleanup programs to save storage. These are not doing anything or not worth the resources or just slow phones down.

I do have some complains that should be improved with a newer model. Somehow the phone can be triggered inside my pant pocket. And it always clear the list in my outofmilk app.

You may be able to notch or shake the phone into doing something. It's a mistery to me.

You can't easily wakeup the phone lying flat on the table. You have to press the power button, wipe up to get the pattern login screen (if you set it). It's so much inconvenient compared to picking up the phone. Once you pick it up, your index finger print will be already on the sensor and the phone unlocked before you think about it. Of course you can use voice command now but you don't want to do it at your open office.

OK, there are some lags occassionally but they are more likely due to temporary network or cache issues. Most of the time, touch response is instant. And it depends very much were you came from. If you have an iPhone 6, you may feel the occassional lag on the 5X. If you were stepping up like me, it's heaven compared to my old phone. I also have the 6S plus. Usually you have the same instant response for the 5X and 6S, or other flagship phones for that matter.

The good? Fingerprint sensor. LG pioneered (?) putting the power button and volumn buttons at the back. It was pretty good once you get used to it. The fringerprint sensor is even better there. It's flat, no bulk and no moving parts.

Voice input/command is pretty good too. I haven't try Siri much but I prefer a short list of simple commands with high reliability. I can call and text using voice with high reliability. Google can catch the simple phrases that I often use reliably. I can see that the phrases are recognized and corrected heavily by AI in the cloud. It's useful when you have a bad accent and bad environment.

Now you can use voice to unlock the phone too. So it's perfect using it on car dashboards, totally handsfree.

I basically used Hangout for a 2nd VOIP line, a separate number for voice and text. It works perfectly. And two lines are active at the same time. But Hangout can be used by one account at a time. You can only login as your main account or your secret player account, not both. Though you can switch instantly but it's not good enough.

I suggest using Hangout only for the player account with a secret 2nd line while it last. And you refuse to use it for your normal open social life. Use Allo or SMS instead for your normal friends.

In my setup, my secret friends all belong to the same company. You have to dig into the contact details to find out their names. I have a duplicated contact list like a normal list with their names, but it was hidden in another Google account, logged into a different user on the phone.

Now I seldom need to log into the secret user on the phone to get the full contact list. I rarely receive calls, but if I do I can tell by the company name that I should receive it. And since sms are stored, I can tell who I was texting just by looking at the history. You can always find some excuse to type her name into the history to make sure. Also, I think I can search the contacts using voice or text input, even the names are hidden deep inside the details.

Project FI is not the cheapest but the killer feature hidden in plain sight is the data only sim. You only pay once for one FI account and you can have a lot of data only sim. It doesn't cost you any money if you don't use it at all, and when you use it, you only pay for the data used, down to each cent I think.

Since voice and text don't use much data, and that you can use a data only sim for a fully functional VOIP phone, you are paying about $0 for unlimited voice and text for every additional line. Or you can use your tablet as the secret phone that nobody suspects.

My 5X survived many falls naked. The screen is hardly scartched. A tough pretty phone.




Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Break

Are you kidding me? Just when I am having lots of fund, meeting all the right girls, and having all the money I have to spend, I have to take a break!

I think when Margaret came back after a long break and started kissing me, I sold some stocks, even at a good price. I saw her as much as I could and being introduced to Lincy as well. And I am not giving up on any of them. Not yet.

You have to go through all the cycles that your parents went through to understand them thoroughly. Our family was like living at the edge of the city, in a neglected but peaceful residential area. Dad was doing business in downtown. There's nothing much there but it was spacious and plenty of empty neglected space sto run around with other kids. Somehow we felt we were different and didn't ended up like them.

There were those late night parent talks, when the kids were supposed to be sound asleep. Then mom was doing some craft to help out. We did too. You can say it's like the ancient version of making pocelain hands for little babies at home. Nothing of the sort but you can imagine.

It could be years between late night talks and I couldn't have remembered. Then the whole family were moved into a tiny downtown apartment. Now we know Dad sold everything and brought the business himself, putting all his money in the mortgage.

I can understand him when Dad jumped out of the crowd and made sure that the fire engine got to the right spot. The fire was very close to his business. Luckily it was only a small house fire.

It wasn't until after high school that we moved out. We grew up in a tiny downtown apartment, but had fond memories of the childhood neglected neighborhood. We then moved to a normal new apartment in a respectable residential area that you can bring friends home. Actually it became the club house because we all grew up and there was no supervision. Dad was still doing business downtown.

When he retired, he brought another apartment and a nice big house in a posh neighborhood. It was like he owned 3 houses in any middle class neighborhood in the world, mostly paid off.

My life is pretty good until I married a psychopath who couldn't think like others. It's still good but it could be a lot better.

Now is our turn to do some late night parental talks when the kids are asleep. We have been through worse and we came back. It's early days and we will keep our fingers crossed.

I feel so sad when the parents overdosed and one of them will never wake up. One of the kid's worry is finding someone to sign his homework for him. I have no such tendency but I always felt so guilty when I told my oldest kid I had everything going in my head and I couldn't help, when she told me that she had exhausted the class library, forcefully told me to get some books so she could keep her excellent grade! I still feel so guilty!

I can understand the celebrities that I also wrote about - why they drop like flies. Without your future DNA to anchor yourself to the real world, what is there to live after lived a full life?

I have another confession to make. When we settled down and became good at handling babies, what did I do? My baby liked cars. She would fall asleep in any moving car. If she waked up in a parked car, she would just look around briefly and continued to sleep, sleeping like a baby. Often we left her in the cosy car seat in the drive way to continue her sleep instead of taking her into the house.

When nature called, I booked half an hour, drove to a luxury gated apartment complex. I parked right outside the apartment building I was supposed to go, right under a big fig tree. I made sure everything was cozy in the car and I left her sleeping. I went in and out in less than fifteen!

It was a slow Sunday. The girl in this shift obviously wasn't the best. I could see her eyes momentarily glancing out of the window into the distance, thinking "at this rate, how can I get out of this life?" Since I was getting out right away, I always leave good tip to thank her for her service. Happyness is contigeous. Or maybe I would feel less guilty?

I may still see Margaret and perhaps Lincy too. Not that I prefer Margaret but that is their schedule. Or maybe both. But my worry is that I wouldn't be in the mood when I got there. But my purpose is to say proper goodbye. So when I come back they wouldn't think I abandoned them for other hot girls.

If I manage to say goodbhye, it could be only for a few weeks, a few months, or hopefully less than a year. I would tell them two months. It sounds right!


ps That city where I parked, and the cluster around it, took turns to claim the safest city in the country. And they still do. Only now, when my babies all grown up at high school, the sheriff has begun to beg people to lock their cars at night! Crime rate is way up! That's the very easy way to do to keep the crime rate down!




Friday, September 09, 2016

Chanel II

I know my "loyal" readers are not excited but look at the title, can you be excited for me?

I found her totally by accident. I'm aware that she is around for a year now but I never booked her. That's fate. She has all the shadows of Chanel when I met her at 19. Lincy's face can't compete with Chanel's with eye enhancement, but you don't mind look at it day after day, hour after hour. Lincy is taller and skinner but with meat at all the right places, except for her schoolgirl tits, that I love to torture. I still don't know if Chanel's B/C cup is real or not. But I have no reservation squeezing Lincy's. It won't break and she seems to like it.

It all started when Pretty Schoolgirl, Margaret, came back after many months. At the time I was done with all the blonde therapy. All because I was heart broken by a brunette. Was it Kendal ? Don't remember.

I like her, instant erection, and she is a good fuck. That's all I needed to remind myself of that. I think she likes me but was mean to me at the same time. I almost lost my mojo and my ego and my game. Thanks to Lincy, they all came back. What an ego trip!

Margaret disappeared for half a year because she met a high roller! Us VIP's are nothing. So when I met her it was like Chanel preparing for her Vegas trip. If she is lucky she will met a higher roller who will solve all her money and social problems.

I can't mess up Margaret's lipsticks, her perfect makeup, and her Mrs Robinson outfit. She could have somebody coming up paying double my price, having half the time! And of course the next high roller. She also tried not to let her feelings for me out, lol. Indeed she tried to be mean to me. You have to understand that she has friends like Lincy that could blow her away. Margaret didn't want to invest any emotions or friendship. That would be a waste of time. There are so many pretty girls and then there's her pretty friends.

But I persisted. Once Margaret knew I had a crush on her, or her tits, she changed a bit. She smiled more with less suppression of her emotions. I got decent DFK too. Other than Chanel, she is the one who can resist for so long! Maybe she didn't want to fall in love, lol.

Then one day, Margaret couldn't resist but to ask if I saw Lincy. It's understandable. They are two of the same kind. And I had Lincy on my list for many months. I also chatted with her clients, already knew a lot about her, just not exactly she looked like.

I took that as an endorsement and a recommendation. So Margaret is on her off week, I booked Lincy. She reminded me when I met Chanel for the first time, without the Chanel shoes, expensive naked look. She said she got more tips that way, being humble and like a struggling student. Indeed Lincy's other client told me that she is a student struggling to pay her rent and fees.

What blew me off is her character. I thought I lost my charm but Lincy kept telling me that I'm funny, gay! But what she meant was that I was happy and smile all the time. Indeed my jaw was tired all the time because of her. I like all her body parts.

She was like a bird whom I had charmed dancing on the ground around me. She dropped all her guards, if she had any, and told me everything, where her parents live, where she lives, her high rollers, and something about Margaret that she shouldn't. But really she knows I'm harmless and she is right.

Initially, she is a bit guarded, or a bit embarassed if I would like her. If I didn't and for her high price we would be trouble. But she is my cup of tea.

When Margaret was doing the 69, her ass would be high up in the air. I didn't mind as it was a good view and I could still play with her sexy legs. When Lincy did the 69, she would make sure to cover my mouth with her pussy.

I had no spinner fetish but I am acquiring. I asked for a cowgirl since Margaret was so good at it. When I had enough of riding, I just got up taking her with me easily, and dropped her into a missionary position. She is as tall as me. You can imagine how much a spinner she is.

I wouldn't have any other position. I warmed her up, screw hard, and then intense pumping until I came. I could feel the difference and I know why she has high rollers.

When I cleaned up and was recovery, she slept by my side, body touching from head to toe. I wasn't even telling her what to do. Then we talked about things. And then about Margaret. It was then she texted Margaret and told her I was by her side! Am I charming or not? I'm such a good catch. She is such a straight shooter. But unlike some other straight shooter, I was at ease with her because I didn't need to use my brain. If my big mouth got into trouble, she would be in much deeper trouble.

In contrast, Margaret is mean, calculating and we caught her lying. But it was in a good way lying about Lincy. And Margaret pretended not to remember me, nor know who I was when she got her text from Lincy, telling her that I was next to her naked.

Lincy seriously compared the length of our feet, from hip bone to heel. It was a tie! Then she measured her waist against my cock. And she showed off her small hand and long fingers.

We got on so well that, well, she told me that she had a high roller coming for the next slot. So I left early making sure that she had enough time to fix up herself. I had not much use for the spare time anyway. And I feel so good that I'm not unknowingly in the high roller club, when one may pay double and enjoy half the time.

I hope they don't turn up on the same week. They did last time. Now I think they were doing a tag team for a high-roller.