Just renewed my PO box fee today for another year. In the past there's a waiting list to get one. Now there are empty boxes.

Of the many covert uses, one is for toys that I don't want to be delivered to my home. What Mrs Player will never use, she will never see.

The anti-prostitution anti-porn conspiracy

I was thinking, who are johns' and hookers' real enemies? Then I found some women dedicated their life to eliminating prostitution on planet earth, they are also anti-porn, and usually claimed to be feminists.

I am curious as what their backgrounds are and what triggered them to do this. For me, somebody pissed me off a few inch right in front of my face, right from my monitor. So I pissed them back, because I can. And when I see that an 85 old woman has to suffer that pissed off feeling for 30 years, I can relate to why she still pickets after 30 years.

So anti-prostitution (anti-porn?, feminists?) people, what made you ticked? Your husband ran off with a prostitute?

Now the conspiracy, given that somebody wants to eliminate prostitution. Politicians aren't really conspiring; they try to get votes. Female politicians pick up what male politicians aren't interested or can't be interested. The public is easy. Women will agree that prostitution is wrong. And if you tell them getting rid of prostitutions are good to the prostitutes, they will easily agree. Men aren't going to protest and chant. If I tell Mrs Player that I support legalizing prostitution, she will get the wrong ideas. (Or the right ideas I must admit.)

I have been feeling and saying that many things are wrong in this area, but Bound, not gagged said the obvious. Then it dawned to me that AP conspiracies are everywhere.

They can't win arguments on moral grounds, not even legal principles. Porn is legal. Paying for sex is legal as long as you video it and put it out for sale? Worst than just prostitution. It's far beyond arguments, it's conspiracy.

Thou shall not buy pirated DVD's, as the revenue contribute to organized crimes. I brought that for a while, until they tried to lump everything onto prostitution. If organized criminals spend so much of their time and effort to pirate DVD's, it's a very good thing. If these guys are unemployed because of zero pirated DVD sales, they will do more harmful things.

AP people lumped slavery, sex trafficking, or just trafficking into prostitution. Prostitution is bad and they are here to save every prostitute, ignoring that almost all sex worker groups (in US) don't want to be rescued from prostitution.

Even johns and hookers fall for that too. Any Asian looking prostitute in San Francisco, charging cheaper than a hot white blond, must be trafficked. It's as bizarre as that black prostitutes must be slaves shipped from Africa.

Good old SF chronicle is always on my side. Remember the trafficking article on the raid in SF a while ago? I don't have time to look it up. It goes like this, "49 out of the 100 prostitutes are not trafficked, and they will be deported immediately". Now it's obvious that SF tried to twist and spin the illusion that 51% are trafficked sex slaves. But in fact, that they don't want to report, I bet with my penis that the other 51 are legal residents or tourists.

And 49 illegal immigrant prostitutes is so impressive because SF is a sanctuary city. LE has no right to ask if anybody is a legal resident. And now they even want to lump illegal immigration with prostitution, organized crime, moral decay of society, etc.

And some more,

Ambassador John Miller headed the federal Trafficking in Persons office when the prostitution policy was first enforced in 2003. Before he left office last year, I once asked him if he believed every prostitute is, de facto, a slave.

"No," he said, drawing out the word. "If you take the Melissa Farley study, in eight or nine countries including the U.S., 89 percent of prostitutes say they want to leave" the job. "So I guess you can say 11 percent are not slaves."

It's as bizarre as it gets. I want to leave my job too, and so I'm a slave now? Everybody is playing the words and numbers game, instead of going out to get some real traffickers.

And remember the SF article titled Sex Trafficking interview? The interview started with what the victim did after she was freed from the traffickers. There wasn't mention of any trafficking. Now I understand.

I support legalization as long as it's not in my backyard. So prostitutes are not licensed to work in residential areas. Business real estates and hotels have the right to refuse service to anybody. They would be fine, but I don't know if that will generate lots of discrimination law suits.

You can see if you open the flood gate, you can say half of SF prostitutes are aliens. Because the price is heaven compared to back home. So I understand the trend of illegalization in Europe, because of the flood of immigrants and prostitutes. The AP's are using this as their new weapon in their conspiracy. And the Amsterdam red light district is shrinking.

Please forget what is high end and low end, johns and hookers, fight for your brothers and sisters. For if you are anti trafficking, you may be labeled as having BBW fetish.

Punching Angel

I wanted to tell Angel that her advertisement doesn't do anything for me. But probably she knew it. Everything about her is OK, good, but not outstanding.

Her hair can be any color you fancy, any style you like. She is a make up artist, carrying a mobile painting studio with her. She uses a lot of makeup, but she looks great in it. The makeup becomes part of her, not going to fall off any time soon.

She is rumored to be an ex-stripper, because of a tattoo on her. She is a bit small for typical strippers, 5'5, thin but not too skinny. Nice to look at but no outstandingly large breast or super long legs. But she can fit in anything, perhaps better with clothes on.

She is twenty something, may be up to thirty. She looks young but she has an mature aura around her. She is old enough to have a protege, 19 year old barbie doll Nikki whom I blogged, who followed her around.

There didn't seem to be sparkles between Angel and me, perhaps because I met Nikki first. Being the master and protege, they are alike but Nikki stands out more in every department. Their blond hair turns head but Nikki's is much longer, almost ass length at one point. Nikki learned all the makeup skills from the master, but Nikki has better facial features to start with. She is cuter at 19 too. I like Angel's pedicure but I prefer Nikki's totally organic feet - it's hard to look appetizing without the help of artificial nails and polish.

I did saw Angel when Nikki was away. She is eager to please. When I complimented her nails she asked me to pick my favorite color from a hand held box full of colors. Being more mature, she is much easier to deal with, and friendly. But to my surprise she refused to do a doggy when I first met her.

I saw her again when I broke up with Nikki, who up sold me a couple of times. Angel is indeed eager to please. When I asked her to do a strip tease and lap dance, she did it. When I asked her why she blew me with a condom when I knew she did it bare with others. She said just ask, because some prefers that way.

That's a problem with me. I still find it offensive to ask for something unless I know they do it as reported in their reviews. I look and behave too decently that some massage girls wanted to be respected rather than wanting extra money. Even for girls who doesn't do anything extra, they can deal with guys groping them. They will block the advance, but still flirt with them rather than losing business for sure. But for me, they behave as if they are virgins, as if I can't go any further unless I become a boy friend. It's not just me saying that. They do behave differently for different clients.

Once I pre booked a hotel room before booking a girl, because I know I have enough options to avoid going home empty handed. That's seldom the case for out call in my area. I ended up calling Angel, my 2nd choice.

Now Angel broke up with Nikki too because of her unethical behavior. Now Angel became a bit Nikki too. Angel was never a brand worshiper, always causal, never tried to look anything other than her age. Today she was totally different. As far as I can she was wearing BeBe all over, with a big label on her chest. With her small and slim frame, she looked more like a teenager than Nikki. She toned down her blond hair color a bit, and her make up, to look the part.

It was a present surprise. I didn't care what she wore but it was the aura that came with it. She knew how much I was paying Nikki. She up sold me too, but in a good way. She sold me a comprehensive package up front, and she wanted to kiss me too. She had no idea what she was getting into yet.

She asked for it and I had no mercy on her. It wasn't electrifying. It was like I paid for it and I got my money back type of kiss. I did enjoy it. Usually if I feel any sign of rejection, I won't continue. But for her it was fair game to me. Of course if she pushed me off, I wouldn't force it. I kept asking for more.

She is a spinner. I like skinny girls who can take some punch. With some experience, she can, or at least I thought she could. With a lot of foreplay, that I paid enough for, I was in top form. She didn't refuse any position, so as not to lose me again. But I finally settled on missionary, because I could kiss her as I screw her.

She really had no idea what she got into. I kissed her so much, while screwing her, that she had to turn her head away and refuse any more. I wasn't disappointed nor offended. At the time, I already lasted a lot longer than I saw her last time, and it seemed that I could go on forever.

"Are you done yet?", she asked. I was really surprised, considering she was the more mature, eager to please type. In my time, I had come across a few girls with nick names the same as her question. But they never did that to me, because I treated them well, not to mention that I gave them enough incentive.

Certainly I wasn't offended by Angel. I wasn't thinking anyway because I had no blood left in my brain. I just felt cute about it. Perhaps that was her true color. Perhaps she is one of those who can't be intimate with males. She learned to suppress her feelings, but not for so long, being held so tight chest to chest. Perhaps she wanted to get rid of me before she cum. Some girls just doesn't want to admit that they enjoy it, as if they have to offer an discount next time, or become girlfriends.

My reflex action was to ask her to hang on just a little longer. I wanted to help, to end her suffering, to cum. So I screwed her as if she was not a person. I could imagine that I shook her and screedw her like a blow up doll. Before that I had rhythm, now it was just bursts of vibrations.

Instead of cumming, I kept going and got rougher. I even helped with dirty talk. Those words that can be written down includes, "You are sooo tiny. I'm soooo comfortable. " She didn't do anything or say anything further to discourage me. She laid there without any resistance. She just wanted me to cum. I did, but I could have been a lot faster if she didn't ask.

We didn't have any hard feelings. She knew that I was a very happy customer. I knew that she wasn't repulsed by me. She begged to come back later to see me that evening. I knew it was pure business, even if she cum and enjoyed it very much. If I was alone on business, I might. But I live there, and I believe in diminishing returns.

So, Angel is the punch bag type after all, one of the types I mentioned recently.

What makes young man fear? [politics only]

What makes kid fear enough to wear a mask during protest? We are not in communists countries. Our states are separated from the church, any church. We are Manchester, we are Orlando, we are Toronto, we are Los Angeles ... They fear Scientology.

You can insult Jesus, but your show will be taken off if you insult Scientology. Does all these make you think?

I can see that all the journalists and Brits especially are calling loud for help (against injustice in general), Economists, Observer, ...

Haven't heard anything about Australia yet. Feb 10 is new, but this is just the beginning ...

First results just in. Epic. Yeah!!!

Best of Tom Cruise [religion]

After watching the real thing, the other creepy Tom videos on youtube become much more interesting:

It seems like that the Org's aren't going to take sue the video off from the internet anymore. That's impossible.

The current DDos raid started on 6 pm EST, 3 PST. Before that, the church of scientology moved it's websites to the company Prolexic, who must now realize that it's a PR disaster. The main site is barely putting on a brave face. Most of the time, only the main pages loads very slowly. Many links don't work. And they have to take off the flash part off their main headers to stay alive. The hollywood site isn't working at all.

I think just like last time, the hackers have some help from the public. The BBC's link to the site is reported to have generate large amount of traffic. Apart from youtube, wikipedia and many other sites have interesting information on scientology.

Updates 0800 1/31 UTC:

The main site scientology.org returned to normal until there appeared to be a regroup of the attack efforts around 0800 UTC. The hollywood celebrity center website scientology.cc never recovered. scientology uk europe au were all down. [as seen from my local ISP] Then scientology.org recovered, but it's protector prolexic.com went down! which was supposed to be worth 10 million in a recent acquisition.

Sex therapy

I spent one and a half night on the couch over the weekend, voluntarily. [note to self: next couch must also be longer than me, distressed leather, spring box with sturdy mattress.]

When I ran down the stairs with the laptop, the power cable caught something, toppled it, spilling something onto me. When I cleaned up myself and returned to the crime scene, my wife was already cleaning up, along with her perpetual postnatal nagging since the first child was born. My sin was not one, but the usual three, toppling it, fled, and put myself first instead of the carpet.

Anyway, I wasn't in a rush to clean up the carpet, even if it were the right thing to do first. Whatever I do scientifically possible, she will do it all over again. She isn't a believer of science, or logic for that matter. What goes into the carpet must be all taken out at once - her unsaid motto. She doesn't care about the law of physics, that it's impossible, or organic chemistry, that mortal things will most likely turn into dust and ashes, and return to the earth via the vacuum sucker.

I claimed the 5th, remained silence so as not to further incriminate myself. But when all the missiles were flying around, I couldn't resist not to retaliate a little. I might be able to win some such as the battle of the fire extinguisher in the last post.

I asked if she has seen anybody else put things on the intermediate (or mid-way?) landing at the stairs. I bet nobody does the way she does. It isn't just a thing, but a pair, easily toppled tall things, which can also cause a spill. Well, if I were a banker or a dot-com billionaire, I might put a grand piano on the intermediate landing. But our house isn't that big. I told her basically she's compromising the only fire exit from upstairs, and that if the things got toppled and hurt a guest, we can lost all our assets.

She accused me of not owing up to my mistake, and started a unilateral verbal thermal nuclear war.

I rather have Mrs Jones, who seems to be too indifferent to do such things. Even if she does, if I were Mr Jones, I would have secretly signaled my assistant to call me out for a crisis meeting. Of course it would be an emergency therapy session instead. I can do that but have to wait for the next working day, or her next shopping day. Otherwise I will risk torturing interrogations on returning from therapy.

I have fond memories of a few therapists each representing different types. There is the punch bag type, which is better than going for a round of golf, or a game of pool. Of course sex is never just about sex. It's about the release of excess energy when the stick hits the target harder than necessary. It's about blanking the brain to flush out the bad experiences. Then there's the candle light type to neutralize the negative vibes. If I'm not in the mood for sex, at least I'll go for the pampering type for a massage. Though the possibility of a happy ending is handy in case I change my mind at the end.

As I couldn't go out, I settled for the peace and quiet of the couch, if just for the night. In the morning the wife played her usual triumph card. But I released my secret weapon. So it was a draw. I wished I could have another night on the couch, thinking which therapist I would call the next morning. The wife recalled the player to the bedroom late at night, denying him the pleasure of peace and quiet all to himself. Thinking of his therapists all day long, he was too horny to wait and dared to use the wife as the punch bag instead, and succeeded. The undesirable effect was a female orgasm.

[note to self: the next house must not have an intermediate landing unless big enough for a grand piano]

Why I cheat?

If you are thinking of putting one of these in your kitchen, your SO may be cheating. If you refused to put in a proper fire extinguisher in your kitchen before, your SO is probably cheating.

What makes a successful cheater? He who nobody ever thinks will cheat in a million years. Such as the massage therapist who told me that I don' t need a massage (with extra) because I was too thin (attractive).

There are narrow windows that I will fix or replace anything in the house. When I had to replace the old fire alarms, I picked up a few of the smallest fire extinguishers available in one scoop.

Everybody knows how fire extinguishers should be mounted, right? There are proper examples everywhere. It have to be easy to spot, even for strangers in your house. It have to be fixed so you are trained where it is. It have to be easy to reach. The full/empty indicator has to be highly visible.

But my dear wife wouldn't let me mount, any fire extinguisher that is. So I put them in less high profile places such as top of the fridge, and the corners at the upstairs corridor. But she hid them in the cabinets. Why would anybody buy fire alarms then? Because they are small enough? Why insurance? Because they are just a piece of paper?

You know my 2nd favorite dish is raw steak on intense heat. Our BBQ is right outside of the house with a gas connection. One day the intense heat caught up with the accumulated grease and set the whole BBQ on fire. It was a matter of life or death, for the BBQ. It was between a minor clean up or to replace the whole BBQ. It was between a slightly darkened exterior wall, or possible gas explosion.

I wasn't panicking. I was well trained. My dormates are the sort who like to use chip pans to fry chips, and forget all about it. There weren't enough extinguishers to go around, as they were the number one party toys. Once I calmly put out a big fire on the electric stove with a fire blanket, which was totaled. A short stay visitor saw all that and was alarmed by my calmness, as if that happened everyday. I wondered if he cut shot his stay.

So I went through all the kitchen cabinets to hunt for the extinguisher. I went high and low, left to right, then all over again. That thing was no where to be seen. My wife was standing still and couldn't help at all. At last she was quite certain that the extinguisher was under the sink where it should be. So I concentrated my efforts and found it. It was there all along, just that it went hiding deeper and deeper into the cabinet as time went by.

When I got the replacement extinguisher, I could have mounted it anywhere I wanted. She learned a very simple lesson the very hard way.

Storm in a tea cup? Absolutely not. Every piece of thing at home reminded me of a losing battle. I don't like staying at home at all.

She was no typical stay at home mom. She stayed at home even when there was only the dog, LOL. But she was an, say, English major, at a prestigious university, though it isn't world prestigious. And she has more degrees and titles than me, long story. One of my fantasies isn't n-way, gang bang, double penetration, but giving a highly educated, preferably English major from a world famous university, a good thorough spanking.

Oh yes, I think I'm going to write The Player and The Wife series, modeled behind The Courtesan & The Wife. But certainly it won't end with only 7 entries. It could be forever, but I'll restrain myself.

I don't think it's only my wife. This Home Hero serious of product is going to be sold in Home Depot, one of the top hardware / home improvement stores all over US. It's alarming. It's not form with function. It's cheap cut down function in pretty disguise. The smaller and slimmer it is, the smaller the fire you can put out. The critically flaw is that the full/empty indicator is at the back of the extinguisher together with a lot of words, instructions, warnings, the usuals. Those who buy this will certainly place the back of the extinguisher against the wall, as in the picture. My wife would never, and I certainly wouldn't, check the pressure indicator regularly. The indicator should be in front, elementary. There's no mounting hardware by default - too bad. It will certainly go hiding as mine did. It's not red. It's white and blend in with your kitchen. Your new baby sitter wouldn't be able to find it. Amen.

If you are going to get one of these instead of, or to replace, a slightly bigger red one, you have been warned. Don't be surprised if your SO cheats down the road - I told you so.

Beautifully made soft porn video

Relax your eyes and mind.

Book preview: 1999

I was hoping for a book, movie or anything else about 1999. All of a sudden, this is much more than I could have bargained for - a dot com PR bunny turning call girl. I'm sure she has a lot of Diary type materials. But she has a real life story line too, getting into and out of escorting, relationships with johns and civilians, all happened right at ground zero at the end of the millennium boom.

The timing could be interesting. It have to be long enough for people to forget about the pain from their tech stocks. Best at the height of another dot com boom, or before another bust, which some new year predictions half heartedly point to 2008, after all the records in the previous year. Or, before a decade had past.

Human Trafficking Evokes Outrage, Little Evidence

This is the first article (sep, 2007) I came across that reflects the view on the ground:

Human Trafficking Evokes Outrage, Little Evidence - washingtonpost.com:

"The administration has identified 1,362 victims of human trafficking brought into the United States since 2000, nowhere near the 50,000 a year the government had estimated. In addition, 148 federal cases have been brought nationwide, some by the Justice task forces, which are composed of prosecutors, agents from the FBI and Immigration and Customs Enforcement, and local law enforcement officials in areas thought to be hubs of trafficking.

In the Washington region, there have been about 15 federal cases this decade."

It's interesting how the guesstimate was arrived at:

"Although there have been several estimates over the years, the number that helped fuel the congressional response -- 50,000 victims a year -- was an unscientific estimate by a CIA analyst who relied mainly on clippings from foreign newspapers, according to government sources who requested anonymity because they were not authorized to discuss the agency's methods. Former attorney general Alberto R. Gonzales told Congress last year that a much lower estimate in 2004 -- 14,500 to 17,500 a year -- might also have been overstated."

So don't think any prostitutes, hookers, sex workers, strippers, get it more right than the "administration". The same goes for ordinary johns, but since many are discussion board junkies, they may hear a thing or two. The same goes for journalists. With any excuse they put trafficking on the title but the story is a different thing.

Now hear it from the real deal from the ground, Carol Leigh:

In her article, D.A. Harris claims that "100 victims were discovered". The SF Chronicle report holds that "In a series of searches begun Thursday, investigators said they found more than 100 women working as prostitutes at 10 San Francisco massage parlors." D.A. Harris seems to be asserting that all the above were 'victims.' In fact, in the California Bill AB 22 (which we also contributed to), prostitutes are not trafficking victims unless they were victims of forced labor. The Chronicle story of July 13 claims that "Fifty-nine of the women came here willingly and will face deportation proceedings." These women certainly are victims, of the INS, that is. Other aspects of their victimization are unclear and current anti-trafficking efforts 're-victimize' them.

It's very typically that many people assume that all Asian women working in massage parlors are trafficking victims. At least 59% are not, as claimed. With the history of journalists and The Chronicle in particular, I doubt very much if the other 41% are. Most likely that the 59% are definitely to be deported. I'm certain the others many have valid visas and some residents.

The most complain about massage parlors (LA) in discussion boards is the age of woman, too old. That must be the residents. Instead of bored at home, they open a tiny shop and sell their often superior massage skills than the massage school graduates. If clients happen to want sex, they are more than happy to oblige.

US visas are pretty easy to get. For example, a Czech girl I met is young, single and don't have a real job. She can come any time, as long as she doesn't come too frequent and stay too long. Normal tourists visas are valid for 10 years! South Koreans won't be any more difficult to get a visa than the East Europeans.

Trafficking often involves luring young women in impoverished areas by offering them a false job, then force them into prostitution. If they tell you that many South Korean women are kidnapped on mass and shipped to SF, you won't believe it. But the false job lure is also not that credible. It may work a decade ago for once when it's not well known that the jobs are scams. There's a lot more penetration in S Korea than US - the Internet that is:

Cyworld has penetration rates that would make Rupert Murdoch, CEO of MySpace parent News Corp. (Research), green with envy: An astonishing 90 percent of South Koreans in their 20s use the service. Celebrities and politicians set up their own minihompies, and the way to get ahead in twentysomething Korean society is to found a popular Cyworld club, or chat room. -- O-Reilly

The media portraits Chinese arriving in containers at Long Beach. In reality nowadays the Chinese aren't that desperate to leave. I just saw the news that this year, Disney and Universal Studio are all ready with Chinese theme park guides, for the first wave of group tourists from China. For the first time, the US administration allow group tourists, probably meaning anybody with a return ticket can get on one of the many tour buses running around LA sight seeing, without fearing that they will disappear into the vast Chinese community here. [My bad: it looks more like the US tourist industry lobby China to allow their tourists to go to USA.]

If you follow the articles, it looked as if the journalists never follow the trial outcomes. They only like to report operations, stings, and the number of people rounded up. There are no reliable statistics of trafficked victims. You have to remember that the CIA use newspaper clippings to guesstimate.

Now a typical journalist (full article):

Authorities were also searching for suspects involved in human trafficking. Of the nearly 25 locations that were visited, one woman said she was a victim of human trafficking.

But not all women arrested last week appeared to be forced into it.

I'm not making light of the trafficking problem, but I'm fed up with journalists. You can see the attitude of them. The appearance as felt by the reporter doesn't fit the fact he reported. Also, I wonder why they have not any details of the woman. Let's see if the age and race fits with the trafficking estimations. By the way, the area in the map of the 25 raid locations easily covers 500,000 to a million population.

"Everyone seems to realize that it is a widespread problem, but we just don't have those statistics," Haley said. "It is probably happening a lot more than we think. Getting the victim to come forward is a problem."

Last year, a human trafficking case out of Los Angeles led to the conviction of nine people from a sex ring where victims as young as 13 were promised jobs, then suffered threats and beatings as they worked as prostitutes in brothels.

In john's terms, this is blatantly a bait and switch. It's not fact, but they tell you what you like to hear anyway. Then they talk about something else supposed to be hard facts, but no link to any article. For god's sake, I'm looking for convictions, and no journalist seemed to be interested to report it. Anyway, I bet the conviction has nothing to do with the area in question.

If you don't believe the US president because of Iraq, you should believe 10 times less what the UN says, because of Iraq - UN is corrupted from top to bottom as evidence from the oil for food program. I'm sure 99.999..% of the UN are doing their jobs or wanting to do their jobs, but they are not elected, little accountability. How the UN can give any useful statistics about trafficking and prostitution, when the CIA use foreign paper clippings? For the WHO, it's a matter of looking at hospital data and sample local doctors' data. Do you think all the brothels in the world tell you where they are and tell you how much they earn?

It's a matter of getting the facts straight and use resources wisely. Do you know how they deal with underage prostitution of American girls in LA? They don't. They all have a fake driver license made of authentic materials - just their records don't really exist. When they get caught their fake ID and age will be entered into the system. They are not held long enough for thorough checks. When they are arrested again, nobody will verify anything about their ID already in the system. It's from the discussion boards, but if there's anything incorrect, there would have been many many rebuttals over the years, like many other issues. Also, sometimes when (adult) prostitutes are arrested, newspapers report them to have multiple ID's and nobody knows which ones are the real ones.

who u c at the n of the world?

The question was inspired by a TV episode Cold Case. A lot of people did believe that it was going to be the end of the world - the Martian invasion as broadcasted by Orson Welles in 1938. A girl working in a dance hall, a G-rated version of strip clubs, sneaked off from her husband and kid to see a regular patron of hers for a couple of hours. She wouldn't do anything otherwise.

I only watched this episode recently when my DVR recordings were running low because of the writers' strike. I leave Cold Case to the last because it always comes with a little sadness, and it doesn't go well with the skip button activating every 15 second.

The question isn't who you want to pick on a desert island, or what you want to do. It's who you want to be with, and that have to be mutual. So I think the answer to most will be the person who have been close to you (if you have somebody). But I think I might just have a choice.

It's difficult to love an active working girl knowing everything. Good reasons help, such as supporting family and kids. Exclusive clients, being sugar babies, not too bad. Surely not somebody who lives with her mother for free, wear Chanel shoes, Dior glasses, and drives her boyfriend's tax deductible company car in the form of a large number Beamer.

Popular girls either provide GFE, or being target practice of porn moves. Do I have to elaborate on the visuals? Difficult stuff.

There have to be sparkles. I always like to kiss the girl who dumped me, minutes at a time. Once she called me up and I told her if I saw her I had to kiss her for 15 min. She didn't promise anything but asked me if any other working girl would let me do that? I don't mind kissing my wife too but she wasn't that keen. Maybe so I paid.

Of the girls who I dumped, I don't think they have enough crush on me to see me again, not at the end of the world. So I think I have a chance with Chanel. She knew I am quite fond of her. I don't think she hates me that much. I know I'm available and I'm geneous, but if I'm just another client that she doesn't like, she wouldn't have called me up that much.

I did push the envelope with her, but I always looked for what she was comfortable to do. Once I showed her the Fredrick of Hollywood's costume catalog and asked her to pick. Her first pick was the bride! See, we have a good working relationship. OMG, I should have taken great risk and solved the logistics of getting the mail order received secretly, and kept the costume somewhere secretly. Just before that I gave her a sexy semi-transparent suit that she refused to wear. Later I found out that she didn't hate costumes, but she just didn't want to look bad in it - one size too big. Later, whenever she want to make up to me for something bad she did, she would ask where the suit was, though I told her time and time again I returned it.

When we first met, she might have boyfriend that she liked. You know, the no kissing rule, wooden performance. But I am rather certain she doesn't have anybody now. She told me she doesn't have feelings for her boyfriend and now husband. That couldn't have been a lie. If she liked him more she would have married him and had his kids long ago, without calling me to support her (shopping) all the time. Long before she admitted that she had a rich boyfriend, she would only see me in a narrow time window. And if she was only a sugar baby working on the side for extra money, there's no reason to dump me.

She might want to see somebody else but I doubt if she could forgive any guy who dumped her because she wasn't good enough. And the handsome guy in the Ferrari that she spotted on the road the last time we met, will certainly not interested in seeing a stranger with no bonding at all.

She's so proud of herself whenever she took off her clothes and got close to me, my beautiful instant erection never failed, even when she increased her dress size because of the pill. At first she wouldn't allow me to touch her feet. But she often dangled her feet and showed off her beautiful pedicure once she got the hang of it. She might not enjoy the sensation of being kissed and licked over from head to toe, but sure she enjoyed the symbolism of it. I wasn't doing it to please anybody but me.

We couldn't have given up anything for each other, even if we had thought about it. But the n of the world is a different thing.

Homework

I avoid taking my wife out at all cost, except for the rare occasion that she forces me out at gun point, when she has a new group of friends who joke that her husband doesn't exist. So she played dress up at home over Christmas.

We uses the dinner table for dinner at most a few times a year. This is a compromise, which is another long story. She put on a little black dress and stripper inspired shoes. Did I mentioned that my girl next door wife turned into a trophy wife? She is still keeping count of the times she gets carded when buying wine, even with the kids around.

I had an instant hard on, and stayed on. But she wouldn't let me get close enough to touch her. When I managed to sneak pass her defenses, I checked the label. I wanted to add her label to my gift list. Leg Avenues is becoming boring, and this designer sure works for me. It was a Versace. Oh well, I got taste, but I will be sticking to giving away Leg Avenues. But since she got me on this new dress already, I was hinting her to repay the favor big time. She assured me that it wasn't new. OK, then I was hoping for the last installment.

Anal once cost me 3K, and delivery is not guaranteed.

I requested in no uncertain terms to finish dinner and go to bed quick, she keeping everything on. When everything was cleaned up, she had already changed into her ragged pajamas. I begged her to change back, but she handed me her pair of delicious shoes instead, telling me that I could have it if I were desperate. Anyway, I checked them out. It had Delicious written on them. On top of the shoes, there were some metal jewelery, which are sexy after ankle chains, but without the inconvenience.

I lost my erection, and the mood to go with it. I went to sleep right away. Soon my wife came on the bed, and attacked me naked. I couldn't fend her off. She wouldn't take no.

It wasn't fun, and I doubt if she knew it. I don't mind whatever shopping she does. In return I only ask very little, wear them in bed, the most important place. But she wouldn't. That's why I am not at all keen on taking her out to show off her shoppings. Let them rot in the closet. Though she did get her orgasm. Wish you had a happier Christmas.

Now I can see the bloody rare steaks in the fridge. It works for me every time. But I rather have the little black dress. Happy New Year!

My favorite sex toys

In my last post, I used the words "sex toys" out of a moment of inspiration. Now for a philosophical moment, I wonder what is a sex toy to you? Do they have to be plastic, metal, void of emotions?

In real estate terms, the Vietnamese community almost sits in the middle of the equivalent of Silicon Valley. Better than Silicon Valley, the economy is more balanced. When their parents came, there were only orange trees. Money is plenty. Though concentrated, they are a small fraction of the total Asian minority in the nation, which in turn are a small fraction of the total minority.

As far as the "victims" of luxury brand recognition is concerned, the worst offenders are Asians in the far East. For facts you can look at the numbers and density of luxury cars in some cities. And that every woman has some cool handbags, real or fake. The next comes the South Californians. Facts: look at the national ranking of lux car dealers. These native (ie, born) girls are at the worst of both worlds. Their love of "things" is huge.

It's not far off when I say victims. The biggest "pimps" are the credit card companies, who allow predatory lending all over the world to pop up their profit growth. Credit card debt became the most respectable reason (or excuse) for working girls, in places where they rather die than go bankrupt, rather work than let their family know.

Sleazy massage parlors were a big problem. So at times when no landlords worry about empty commercial properties at strip malls and office campuses, the cleanup started from ground zero, the Vietnamese community. At times you cannot mention the word massage anywhere, anytime. Then came the requirement of 9 month full time licensed massage school training, followed by written examines in English. Many cities even require a resident chiropractic doctor before anybody can give massage therapy to anybody. This explains why some chiropractic doctors earn more than doctors - anyone (like everybody) who wants to open a massage clinic need a chiropractic as a partner or bids high for anybody with a chiropractic license. This was the standard for many socal cities for many years until, well, you can see some empty commercial properties again.

Typically these massage girls are earning their way through college, or even at high school, so their typical ages are 18-22. They are as native as anybody can be. It's hard to find anyone born here, majority are immigrants from overseas and out of state. With mandatory training and license, they are good at massage. And after a week or two practice, even the skinny ones have strong hands and fingers for deep tissue. And typically they don't do anything else, any extras. Typically they work in medical plazas, in chiropractic clinics, with chiropractic doctors on site to examine every new "patient". It's the same if they are on any strip malls, or in any previous massage parlors. The owners or managers keep an watchful eye on them, resorting to eyepieces at the doors if necessary. In some cities, instead of resident doctor, only curtains, not doors are allowed in the massage rooms, and law enforcement are given the right to come in anytime.

Another philosophical moment: does sex have to involve sexual organs? I would think many people will say no. The massage laws here are rather silly. It's legal as long as you don't touch the sex organs, which don't include the nipples for practical reasons.

There seems to be an endless supply of these girls. Everything are so medical that it's not difficult to get parental approval or even boyfriend approval. I had run into a place with a spare room setup for doing homeworks.

The money is typically $60 an hour for the client, with the girls pocketing $40. The 33% cut is very typical on everything, including many escort agencies. But here for the cut you get an incall place to use, which is well worth the money. For these massage girls, they have a safe clinic to work in, and management provides discipline. In comparison, if you insist on a decent hotel for outcall even for you regular clients, the hotel cut is easily over 33%.

Typically everybody tips, so they typically get $50 to $60 an hour. It's not much but you only need one or two clients a day to pay all your bills. Typically you only turn up when clients book you in advance. And typically clients know which days of the week that you work. There's no comparison to working in McD and the malls. If you are pretty and work hard to keep your clients, it's easy to get a few hundreds on Friday, Monday, or Thursday, or Tuesday, maybe Wednesday too.

As far as massage is concerned, they are as good as anywhere else in the world. They are also rather unique. Elsewhere the draw into sex work is too great for pretty young girls. You don't get much money by doing massage alone. And it's hard for clients to leave you alone. Elsewhere massages are for the elite or rich tourists. Here massage is rather common and the price is competitive internationally.

But competition is great. For the last clinic I went, there were 3 chiropractic almost in a row, but certainly some are more concerned with your back pain than others. And there are a few more in the medical plaza right next. The massage have to be great, and you have to have a great personality. Not only that you have to be pretty, you have to flaunt it. They all have humble disguise and protective gear such as jeans for doing the massage, but I have seen Barbie dolls flaunting 4 inches of their killer waist, even though they don't do anything else but massage.

When I was rather new in this, a girl with a low cut T-shirt slowing cleavage jumped onto the massage table during the massage. I thought she was going to be my cowgirl anytime soon but she didn't. At the end I did some sexual advances when she said, "what are you doing?" in a gently but accusing voice, as if I tried to touch her in a public mall. But she didn't mind as long as I didn't do anything, and then told me which days she worked.

The competition is so intense that some girls try to do extras as in the old days, and management put a blind eye to it as long as you are discrete. What good is it if you wasted 9 months to get a license but no clients? Some girls tried to provide massage only, but gives in for regular clients who wants a hand job at the end. Some draws the line rigidly, but tease you within the law until you have to do it yourself.

Some prefer to do quick massage and hand jobs. The math: for $40 half hour, they pocket $25. Adding $40 to $60 tips they get $130 an hour at least. Apart from the 5 minute handjob, they just stand there looking pretty and scratch you with their finger nails. Since these girls are popular to a lot more popular, they can have clients lining up. Even for hand jobs, they only do it at their discretion. So it's rather safe from LE. Even for hand jobs, most don't allow clients to touch them, for some maybe just the waist, some the waist up.

Of course there are other girls doing similar things. But they are dwarfed by numbers. And then there are the sensual massages and nude massages. But they are too close to real sex, and they charge more or less the same as the real thing.

I'm not sure why they are so popular. I can speak for myself. Everybody likes a good massage. But since we have that many pretty girls, I can't tolerate anybody not pretty. You pay the same anyway. For my favorite girl, those type of faces you can only find in 5 star hotels in developing countries, and the top massage club in Buenos Aires. Not that they are super models, but not that many pretty girls will satisfy for those salaries.

Pure massage is a good thing. Once they cross the line they are not that dedicated to the massage.

I was very fond of another girl, who was relatively mature than the kids. She came to work part time with a perfectly ironed brilliant white below knee lab gown. With her beautiful face on top of the gown, I already had fantasies. Once underneath the gown was a cheerleader uniform. If she didn't look so good in that, I would say she could even be hitting 30. But even without the cheerleader uniform, every bit of her oozes sex. Her massage wasn't that good and you could say it was just rubdowns. But she knows it and for compensation she provide you with every bit of fantasy so you can do it yourself. She doesn't touch you, and you can't touch her.

Hand job is a good thing too. After a good hour with a pretty girl touching you everywhere else, even if I don't have an erection, I would like to find somebody else to release the sexual tension. I did just that many times. But it's doubly expensive. Happy ending isn't bad at all, and I enjoy it. But really I don't want to get addicted. It cost time and money just for the self or assisted masturbation that you can't even brag about. Fortunately, it's not hard at all to go back to real sex.

The Christmas Present

I was kicked out of the house to make way for a kids' party. I'm a conversation killer with strangers. The other problem is that I sometimes get unprovoked solicitation from little girls in the parks. (They like to play with me and order me around so as to give them undivided attention.) And little boys treat me with hostility. (Time and time again my baby girl had to say "this is my dad", or "this is just my dad", so they will not get so jealous.)

The chance that you get your ideal girl is zero at odd times without sufficient notice in advance. And I didn't have an hour or two round trip time to spare. Second best is a waste of time and money. So instead I wanted some pampering, and I wanted to masturbate.

I drove around to look for my favorite sex toys. The first stop was a place I heard with Vietnamese girls doing full hour massage. I was sure I would get excellent pampering, and I didn't worry too much about the rest. You solve one problem at a time. Unless you are a serial masturbator, who always have the most update information, you always have to take some risk trying unfamiliar places and girls.

A young Vietnamese girl came out to the reception area a minute after I tripped the door bell, with oil in her hands. She told me to come back at the top of the hour, fifteen minutes away. She looked like a typical massage school graduate, like anybody else. But she doesn't have sufficient sex appeal though she isn't any older than the others. Also she looked a little skinny and a little rough at the edges.

So I drove to a place that I had been to a couple of times since their grand opening. As an accidental masturbator, you don't want to go back to some old places, but I was willing to take the risk, hoping the owner didn't remember me. The first time I couldn't wait to check out the place as it was the closest to my home. The owner, a middle-aged woman, dressed like a doctor, with perfectly ironed white gown, professional heels. And perhaps she was, as some cities mandates a resident chiro doctor in the clinic in order to offer massages.

The reasons of not looking back are complicated. One reason is that if the owner remembered that the last time I visited was over 6 month ago, I would certainly get the most unpopular girl on duty.

At the reception a Vietnamese girl was sitting pretty. I had seen better but she has everything that I was hoping for. She had Cleopatra style neck length straight hair. Her hair is so fine that you can borrow her head to find the vertical without the plumb bob attached. She is pretty, and at 19 to 22, she is cute. Any older, if they don' t move on, their mind will not be into the massage, or they command big bucks freelancing. Best of all, she has the innocent look that money cannot buy. I doubt if she had any makeup on. At the corner of her face you can notice the dirt like shadows due to the lack of any touch up, or never had any. But all that didn't mean a thing. I might not get her, complicated.

I was a walk-in without appointment. She got up and rushed to get the owner. She is relatively tall, leggy in her tight jeans, with a tight round ass too. The owner came back. Now she looked like a Korean mamasan rather than a doctor. She gave me a warm smile, with a little hint of wickedness. Maybe she remembered me, maybe not.

She seemed to ask me to pay for half hour. I asked if that was what she recommended. She was positive. I asked again and got the same answer. It was complicated. The first few time I came here it was she who put words into my mouth, "One hour, right?". At grand openings, owners all have grand visions to become the number one high class massage joint in town, instead of a seedy hand job factory. Pretty girls like this Tina don't need to provide happy ending to survive. So for a standard massage, I was more likely to get her. Half hour isn't enough for a good massage, so it was less likely I would get Tina, though the masturbation bit would be more likely.

The owner escorted me to the far end of the clinic to a couple of small rooms packed together. It was good news for a handjob but not good for seeing Tina. On the way, she told me that Tina told her I was handsome. She also asked a little about my personal details as if for match making. I laughed it off, but actually I took it seriously, not the match making, but the handsome bit, LOL.

Not so long ago, I liked to use the back stairs into a chiro clinic. I couldn't see them, but all the girls in the girls' room could see me passing by. I caused a riot, or a lot of excitement, every time, without me knowing. The top dog there told me that. She was a little bit more mature, not in school or college. And she wasn't shy or anything. Though a handsome client and just handsome is a little different, relatively speaking. But there exist teenage boys looking for girlfriends in those sort of places.

Another time, another place, after the real doctor checked me out and pointed out about 10 harmless flaws in me from ankles to my neck, he couldn't resist to say that, "now, let see who's the lucky lady." Anyone would be OK I thought, as I had seen at least two walking around, possibly checking me out, LOL. Then in came the owner's most trusted assistant, the youngest one, cutest, but weight the most. She wasn't flabby but I am not into that at all. Indeed I saw her before. I walked to the clinic, asked if she was doing the massage. She was positive. So I made some excuse to walk away ASAP.

Well, that's life, but still I could enjoy the massage. I never heard that they provide any extras so the massage must be good. But it was a torture. In no unmistakable terms she told me she wanted a boyfriend. She told me everything about herself, including that the owner trusted her with everything and she ran the show. And then she wanted to give me extras. OMG. And then she negotiated with herself on my behalf. I was expecting an expensive handjob but she gave me a blowjob. It is just not possible to get a blowjob in clinics with real resident doctors. And since it is not possible to have condoms, she blew me bare, caught it all in her mouth too, not to make a mess and leave embarrassing evidence. It was embarrassing as I still owed her money. I vaguely agreed to her negotiation with herself, not remembering that I didn't have enough money in my wallet.

Back to Tina. I don't know about this time. The clinic is clinically bright. My glasses have anti-glare coating. So she must be able to see right into my eyes, and my eye pockets. LOL. And lovely they must had looked. Maybe I should change into more senior looking big bi-focal lenses, instead of fitting progressive lenses into a narrow trendy frame, which doesn't make a lot of sense, except to the revenue of the optometrist.

I had a plain T-shirt, pajama style, artificially broken at the edges. My small beer belly was nicely covered. If it weren't winter, I would had put on my A&F rugged baggy short. It was a torture to fit into my 501, so I had my CK jeans on. But I'm sorry to say, McWhore, I still had my A&F flip-flop on, even in winter. I feel a little bit of liberation not dissimilar to burning the bra I suppose. Also, I used to have legs that girls would die for, I was told. I don't look at them now but my ankles are toes are still pretty good, LOL.

Just a couple of weeks ago, I followed a Craig's List ad to a massage clinic. The ad used strong hint of sex and stock pictures to lure customers. But I knew very likely it's just a good massage and nothing else. The look of the massage girl confirmed it. She is mature at mid 20's to just over 30. She is pleasant looking, may be very fit and slender under her T-shirt and jeans. But she toned down any sex appeal on her.

We both knew that the owner tried to lure any people there out of desperation. They do that very often. They don't care who turned up, mostly the wrong sort of guys looking for the wrong things. But they do put a warning sign on the wall warning against any illegal activities. Near the end of the massage, the girl asked very subtly what I was looking for, out of curiosity - she wasn't going to do anything other than a massage. I told her I was looking for a good massage, but didn't mind extras if the circumstances was right. It wasn't a hint. I felt comfortable with her and told her the truth. But again it was very subtle, not using indecent words such as sex or even extra. She told me, "You don't need a massage, you are so thin." That actually meant that I had a nice body (she checked it out thoroughly for an hour), and I shouldn't need to pay for sex. I laughed it off. That's true, LOL, but I wanted to ask her did it meant that she would have sex with me for free? I didn't ask. I knew she didn't mean to offer me sex for free. Or maybe she did, but not a one day stand with no strings attached.

I think, one of the many possible scenario, that Tina rushed to tell the owner that she must had me. She asked for permission to swap her schedules if she was already booked. May be she wasn't good enough doing massages yet. She was supposed just to sit pretty and lure customers in, but she begged to massage me. Maybe she asked for special permission to give me extras in the back rooms, reserved for regular VIP clients. Or she just asked to have the back rooms never given to new clients. Maybe I am handsome. Maybe she thought I am the kind of guy who would help her out with her Christmas wish list.

If the owner granted any of her wishes, it was because of Christmas. The owner had no interest in any concessions, especially if she remembered me, who last came here 6 or 12 months ago. It had to be a reward for Tina for her hard work.

It was unusual that the owner escorted me to the rooms, without specifying which one. I picked the slightly bigger one. But since I could hear there was somebody next door, I picked the smaller one instead. So I stretched my naked body on the massage table, visualizing that I was a Thanksgiving Turkey, a naked Christmas present, LOL. The room must be rather tiny, because my feet hang out from the table. I must had looked tall. Also, since the only towel available was about one square inch large, I didn't bother to cover my ass. It wasn't a signal or anything. It just looked silly, and my butt isn't bad at all.

My prayers were answered. It was Tina who came in to claim her present. She didn't bother about my naked ass, while some girls would cover it up. Her massage was rather good, and she was into it. So I thought she wouldn't offer extras. The 30 min session meant she was already booked later. But then I didn't think she was even ready to do any massage if it wasn't me. Or she is the kind of girl who normally will only give you a terrible massage, but you still come back for more. When she was giving me the elbow grind, her hair kept touching my body. It felt nice but certainly no one would do massage that way. Maybe she wanted to look her best without tying up her hair.

I was a little surprised that she began to massage my butt, and then the whole legs down to the ankles. My favorite massage girl didn't touch anything down the waist, as if I would get an erection and tempted her to cross the line. Though she gave me a lot of face to face time, massaging my chest. Tina wasn't shy. She even started to put more effort on my inner thighs, getting higher and higher. But once getting to the point of no return, she stopped. I had mixed feelings. If she didn't cross the line, she could be my new favorite massage girl. But I hoped she would do it, because she met all my criteria of a nice sex toy, good enough to masturbate.

She asked me to turn over in her angelic voice. I turned over but she left the room. If she was still there I would have leave it to her to cover my dick. Now my dick did look silly so I covered it up with the one inch square towel.

Some girls don't ask you to turn over if the massage is only half hour. Once you turned over, 99% of the girls will stay away from the reach of your hands. But she stood right next to my chest, starting to feather touch my chest and nipples with her fingers. Unmistakably, it was a tease, but I could be doing it myself. Normally I would wait and try pulling her hands to the right place. I am shy. But since she was standing so close, I asked if she would do any extras.

I think she wanted to say the routine, "I don't normally do this, I don't want to do this, this is an exception and I'm doing you a big favor (and I want a big tip)." But she couldn't wait to say, "OK", though with an unwilling tone to it. So I left my new found sex toy to work by herself. It was good.

I put the usual tips on the nightstand and asked if she was happy with it. She was positive but tried again to talk with me about Christmas shopping. Maybe she really wanted me to take her shopping somehow. I loved to but it wasn't possible. The only thing I could do was to give her a big hug, which they never refused if the tips was right. I gave her a kiss on her cheek but didn't get pass her dangling hair. Smell nice though.

I wasn't thinking about Christmas. If I was I would have given her extra tips. Though she got what she wanted for Christmas, LOL.

The road to hell

"He is so going to hell for this, I thought, and I'll undoubtedly see him there." - Mistress Matisse.

I was left alone in the house for weeks, feeling lonely. I like motels, and American hotels designed like motels. Even for a $300 Hilton resort, you can drive almost right to your door with little exposure after check-in. And I always leave the key in the room and walk out - I prepay if possible. But this time, I was thinking, what if my best experiences were at my own home? Will I be thinking of her orgasm when I am sleeping on my stomach? Will I remember her clinging onto me whenever I am having a shower? So I decided to bring somebody home.

I needed somebody that I knew I would have a good time with. There's no point to risk someone new, and very few would come to my part of town. They don't live and work here. The first candidate was Chanel. The last time, 4th, I saw her, I tried to send her away with half the money for doing nothing. I hoped she learned to be a little wiser so I gave her another chance. She asked for more compensation because it's an hour's round trip for her. I dropped her not because of money, but her attitude, and that I wouldn't think she would feel at ease coming to my home.

Why? When I mentioned home, she would be thinking about somebody secretly taking her pictures when she arrived and left. (But really she should be thinking about her naked video on youtube.) When I mentioned picking her up in my car and try to be invisible at the presence of neighbors, she would be thinking of serial killers.

The next candidate was Emma, who lived 20 min away without going into the freeway. No problem at all, even if she lived an hour away I think. She is hot, her body is great, so is her attitude, but if I were a billionaire, I don't think her face is stimulating enough to live with everyday. But as a whore, she is first class with a little makeup on.

I don't think any working girl will mind about what they see at my home. But I didn't want them to have the "we belong to hell" feeling the moment they come in. I was trying to make things memorable. So I got it covered. One option was to remove excess furnishings in a corner of the living room to look like a bachelor's pad. Once she got in from the garage, her movement would have to be restricted within the utility room, the restroom, and the carpet by the fireplace. But it would be difficult to move the pictures and toys elsewhere.

So my cover story was that I was house and pet sitting for my close relative, who lived close to me. His neighbor was also mine, so she had to be discrete when coming in. But still, I had to hide every picture with my face on it. Even if I didn't lie, I would have to put away my wedding photo, hanging right above the bed in the master bedroom! Amen. Also, my wife looks pretty hot, so I didn't want to affect Emma's performance.

I did a lot of hard laundry - provided clean fresh bedsheets and the largest beach towels I could find.

So I picked her up in the nearby shopping mall. They all know where the malls are. That saved me a lot of trouble giving directions. Try telling her to turn North! Then I smuggled her into the garage in my SUV. I should have tinted all the glasses like most Californians, using the darkest tint legally permits, or just outright illegal as many people do. Once into the house, I escorted her straight up into the master bedroom.

She was a little reserved than in hotels, where she would suck the hell out of anything stiff. Probably she had the feeling of trying not to mess up other woman's show home. Maybe she was a little distracted, wondering if the home was mine or not. Maybe she was distracted by my wife's solo pictures. You just can't erase all the Pharaoh's names from the pyramid. Was it every little girl's dream to be in that beautiful white gown, a little house with green lawns, a big fluffy dog? Though a lot grow up to be gold diggers instead.

Some good did come out of it. I got invited to her brand new town house. It felt cozy with low or normal ceiling rather than cathedral style ceiling. She got a jacuzzi the size of an outdoor hot tub in her small bathroom. The length of the room is just enough to put a bed and a TV cabinet. Watching TV is a good way to relax after sex, when you don't want to move, and can't think of anything to talk about. Eventually she didn't accept money from me. Eventually I dumped her before allowing that to happen.

After I dropped her back at the mall, putting back everything together again was a challenge. The laundry was easy, but I couldn't put the spare sheets and towels back in exactly the same way. Some picture frames were nailed or glued to the wall. Some frames were broken while handled. I never thought I would go through the trouble again, but I did once more. Amen.

The rise and fall of a stalker 2

Chanel picked up the phone right away after a year had passed. I said hello and it didn't seem that she was going to hang up. I asked if she remembered me. She did recognize my voice just as I got so used to her voice. I asked because we don't call each other meaningless fake names that changes all the time.

It was totally unexpected. I was hoping that, after the last unanswered call a couple of months ago, her number would be finally be disconnected, giving me a closure.

Immediately she told me to see her at the end of the month, when she came back from a trip. That was a very pleasant surprise. That answered a lot of questions in my mind, but I had a lot more new questions. She was alive and well, but didn't want to talk to me for some reasons. That was real bad. I supposed now she needed money so she answered her former clients' calls again. I didn't want to blame her yet nor ask any questions. I didn't want her to change her mind.

There was the chance that I heard her incorrectly. But she confirmed that she had my new number, meaning that she would keep in touch. And I told her that my old number still worked.

"How are you?", she asked in her obedience girl friend mode. I told her I missed her, though I doubt if I wanted to see her again. One year could have a drastic effect on her looks. But for her I didn't mind wasting time once more.

I asked her some polite questions, not making it difficult for her. But she told me she married and had a kid! Now my brain was overloaded. The timing was right, which explained her disappearance. Why she came out to work again? Why would I want to see her? I wanted very much to ask a lot of things, but I knew she wouldn't like to answer. But as long as she came out to see me, I could wait for the chance to ask.

Diplomatically I asked her who she married. She told me the same old boy friend. I was really surprised that she married, and to her old boy friend. She told me all along that she didn't want to marry, because she had to have kids right away as a condition. That's part of the reason she broke up with her boy friend. She told me her friends told her that she wasn't ready too.

It was me who told her to get married as long as there's no prenuptial agreement. She didn't believe there would be. I wasn't thinking but in my mind at the time that was much better than juggling several clients. I didn't think about the fact that she would have to retire from me. In my mind she would be still working. After all, a pair of Louboutin is a pair of Louboutin. (Or should I say half a pair?) I do know that some small time gold diggers aren't getting enough pocket money from their husbands after marriage. So they continue to work. Even if their husband is rich enough, they may still complain about Louboutin. But if Chanel brought it with her own money, most likely he wouldn't notice.

When I was advising her, in my mind it was a twisted perfect scenario. She got more pay and retirement plan. Most likely she wouldn't be satisfied or just bored. But I didn't think she would get any better husband, who would ignore or miss the signals that her past was dubious at best. He treated her good and she wasn't sensitive to looks. She would still be saving up her own money while young, for extra security. Or, given the right circumstances, I didn't think she would refuse a pair of Louboutin or half.

Then I realized that she changed her mind after I left for two months, got her boyfriend back, got married immediately and got pregnant right after. I didn't believe all that, but I didn't want to interrogate her over the phone. After some harmless conversation, she decided my time was up. I knew her too well. So I winded up by saying that I trusted her to turn up and hanged up.

It was a bit of a dilemma. I was horny. But I had no interest to see somebody else. It was too long to wait a couple of weeks. So I decided to pave a foot path at the side of the house, in search of some hard labor.

I called her a little earlier than the end of month. She didn't pick up as usual. The phone was on but I only got through to her voicemail. Sometimes she pressed the ignore button and put me straight to voicemail. My new number and my old number didn't matter. I was really crossed. Definitely I knew she didn't want to talk to me for some reasons I couldn't figure out. For the few minute last time, she could have told me that she was retired and said goodbye. Instead she chose to lie, gave me false hope so I wouldn't say anything, and she didn't need to say anything.

For the best scenario, she avoided telling me directly that she was retired, afraid that I would be mad? But I knew she simply picked the easier way out. That means it's better for her not to say anything than saying that she was retired. One possible reason is that she isn't really retired. She doesn't want to see me to punish me for saying something wrong, or didn't want me to find out that she's still working. I was her walking resume - I knew her salary history and her agencies. Or she felt ashamed to see me again. I told her I heard that one of her friends was still working at a very low profile, at a very deep discount from her just above a pair of Louboutin days. She explained that her friend had a baby.

I hated her for not giving me the chance to say goodbye. I hated her for lying right into my face, giving me false hope. Now I realized that the reason she picked up the phone was that I was using a new number. It was a free Grand Central number so I could call her from the comfort of my own home phone. So I decided to spoof her into picking up the phone again, if only to say goodbye.

For years you can pick any number to appear as your caller ID, using some spoofing service. At the beginning of the year, a bill to outlaw spoofing caller ID was in an advanced stage of becoming law. The days are numbered. So there were free promotions around the net for two free minutes. Otherwise, the charge were cheap, comparable to prepaid wireless. You can have voice changer too, for a guy to sound like a girl for example.

The other reason I spoofed was because I wanted to find out what sort of number she would pick up the phone for. How she managed not to give up her number, when it would look so suspicious if she decided not to answer the phone. I had the number of her client that she hated (knew too much and talked too much), her best friend that I should have done a double with (I fucked her though), a few of her agencies, her fav restaurant, and of course Johnny.

After a few attempts, it was surprising simple as to what numbers she would pick up. When I registered for Grand Central, I picked, say, a Beverly Hills number for free. I think she moved there or I knew her pretty sisters lived around there. So she might be compelled to pick up the phone for some reasons. Friendly neighbors? Or some neighbors that she could have an affair with, digging more gold? I knew she wasn't aware of the spoofing services.

I also think that she may be using a call screening service on her cell just as some home answering machines. She could be listening to people while leaving voicemail. But I didn't think she is that technologically advanced. Maybe she ported her cell number to an extra VOIP line at home, so she could screen when possible. Either way, it would be very suspicious while she is married! It is beyond me that she is still using her old cell number. For example, if I was so crossed that I called her a few times a day, instead of once every month, she would have no choice but to give up her old number.

The last time she picked up the phone on a Sunday when I called her "from" a Beverley Hills number. She knew it was me when I said hello. She remained silence but didn't hang up immediately. I had no clever sound bite to make her talk to me. So I waited for her to response when she hanged up instead.

So I brought a chainsaw. Don't worry. In search of some more hard labor to dissipate my energy, I decided to knock down an old wooden fence with the chainsaw and build a proper retaining wall instead. Now I understand why nobody do any landscaping in winter when it wouldn't be so hot, because it could be raining all the time.

Perhaps I would call her a few more times over several months. Even if I call her once a week she knows it would be me. I have to wait until she is totally off guard. But I'm not crossed anymore. It's almost over, just like last time before she picked up the phone and lied into my face. I'm too lazy to do any sophisticated spoofing. I have tried to leave her software generated voicemail, which are convincingly human, in order to get pass her screening, which didn't work. Now if my Beverly Hills and neighboring numbers don't work, I'll give up. For the last time, I'll leave her a voice mail, text her, and email her. I don't care anymore if it falls into the wrong hands. I waited enough for her to do the right thing. And I'll let her know that she had a cyber shrine in form of a private blog so that I can RIP, if I ever push myself to write the 2nd entry. That will be the end of it.

ps, the anti spoofing bill seemed to be in the final stage as of December.

Alert all players: disable GPS on your cell phone now! By law all cell phones have GPS to track you when you dial emergency services. In many phones, the function is also enabled by default at other times. So you can be tracked easily. Try this, if you haven't yet, work in most of the world.

The rise and fall of a stalker

When I came back from paradise, I was hoping Chanel would count the days and called me, like old times. She knew I would forget about her and everything when I was there. I would rather stay home while the good memories still lingers. But she would call me as soon as I came back, to get me back on track and forget the rest. Sometimes she would even threaten me that I must see her before disappearing for a month or so.

If she called I would ask her to buy me lunch to make up. But after a few weeks had passed, I missed the DJK on demand, just a phone call away. I lost my cell in paradise, no surprise here, and dropped other things too, including my wallet, though somebody returned it. You can call it fucked my brains out. I was waiting to port my old number to the new phone. She wouldn't know who's calling, so I called her on Skype for convenience.

I told her unemotionally that I was back and if she could go out today. She wasn't excited obviously. "How about tomorrow?", she asked. As usual I wouldn't promise her anything, most likely I would call someone else. But I told her it wasn't up to me, it depended on my wife's schedule too, if she could be watching me. After a few words of polite conversation, she winded down the conversation. I pushed the hangup button. The strange thing was that I could hear my hangup signal, but I could still hear her. And I think she heard my hangup signal too, but she was late to hangup her phone for a few seconds. I could hear that she was explaining to somebody next to her, in a plain tone, "Oh, it was an international call." It was as if she needed a reason to pick up the phone. I was back, so it wasn't an international call, but in fact the Skype calls had no caller ID just as international calls.

I didn't call her the next day because I called someone else. I didn't like being fitted into her unfilled schedules. When she got the "boy friend", usually she would be available when I called her. She didn't have a full time job, not early in the day anyway. She didn't see her boy friend that much, not everyday, not day time anyway. Her mother couldn't be in the hospital the 3rd time. She shouldn't have that much clients. She never told me another client booked her already, that she came right after another appointment, or she was going to see another client right after. So really she shouldn't have anything more important than seeing me. I was used to expecting explanations from her if she could not come. I didn't demand it. She just told me some reasons, but never good enough that I would wait for her. Perhaps it was just jealousy. But other times I just took the chance to remind her by action that I didn't know how long I would be around. There are plenty of girls able and willing, just a phone call away.

Strange things happened when I called her again when I ported my old number to my new carrier. Her phone was on but all I got through was her voice mail box. Every time I went out to play I couldn't get her on the phone, neither did she returned my calls. I remembered the strange Skype call, so I tried called her blocking my caller ID.

Once a girl picked up the phone. I didn't know what to say because we were nameless to each other. If I asked this girl, "where's Chanel", she would know Chanel was using a fake name, and this girl could be anybody, her civilian friend or her boy friend's sister. So I verified the number without mentioning names. She politely told me that she, that is, Chanel (she didn't mention any names either), left the phone when she left.

That's hard to believe. Even if Chanel left her cell phone, in her case she would go back to get it at once no matter what. You don't pick up other people's phone unless you know them very well. I was just thinking that she might be trying some new agencies. She left her cell while she was on the clock so her helper could answer important calls for her. Or she just forgot her cell when she was in a great rush to meet clients. Once another girl answered her phone when I used my secret number to call her instead of my usual number. That girl didn't say anything after I said hello.

Then I knew what could be happening. She wasn't answering my calls, but with some help she could be screening unknown callers with or without caller ID blocked. I was angry. Obviously she was lying when I called via Skype. She wasn't really asking me to call her the day after, but it was a lie to get me off the phone.

If she retired she could have just told me not to call her, said goodbye and gave me some closure. She did told me she was trying to pass some realtor examine to do something related but not a realtor. But she told me very likely she would fail too.

Now it seemed that she would answer everybody's call except me! For whatever reasons it hurt. It could be that she was then working for some agencies and the usual rule was not to have private clients. May be she knew she drove me mad and avoided me in case I made trouble. But I think she knows enough that if she buy me lunch, I will forget about everything after some DJK. The worst day ever was bad, but did you remember the time that she told me she had to watch the ball game on TV while having paid sex? Even if she told me she was a online casino host, that wasn't enough reason. But I never minded that much.

Last time I couldn't have hurt her pride so much that she hated me. I had gone through months without calling her. I lured her to a double with a younger, fitter girl, to punish her misbehavior. But I know how small a client is in a call girl's heart. It's all about money. One client's money is as good as any other's, except for the really heavy, can't cum, the smelly or something keep falling out. It doesn't matter even if you pay more. What's the difference of 1.2 clients or 1.0 client to get the same money? It doesn't matter for 2.0 if they are close at hand, back to back or just easy. If business is slow or she wants money quick, she can offer herself cheap to some new clients or pick her least favorite clients, those paying her least already. She will certainly not calling up her favorite VIP client and offer her deep discount, or any discount. Of course it all depends on keeping secrets. And I think she always kept something from me.

I couldn't accept that. Even when she had the chance, she chose to lie instead of giving me some closure. I told another call girl that Chanel disappeared on me without a word. I told her a little just because I wanted to skip giving her references. This girl agree with me that usually there must be something wrong in Chanel's life all of a sudden. I would not mind at all if she's sick, taking care of sick family member, didn't earn enough to stay here, ballooned. If she doesn't want to tell me the truth I can understand, but tell me something.

And if you want to "get the girl" you have to be persistent. When she advertised online she couldn't wait to give me her private number. She told me her family got it for her. Her family didn't live in the area code and I bet she wasn't a student then. She wasn't living up to her price so I only called her a few times and cut my lost. When she worked agencies I ran into her by accident. She avoided me in a spectacular way, maybe she thought I may consider that she overcharged me in the past. Maybe just as anybody she wasn't proud going downhill. She didn't return my calls. But since she was open for business, I managed to get hold of her via the agency. I gave her incentive and she gave me her new private number, in a different area code. Probably she wasn't going to go through any trouble of fitting me in, if I was just another client. Her rates were more reasonable so I gave her some more chances.

But I was paying her more than the agency for nothing. Once she came late, blaming everybody and was very impatient. I sent her away right away giving her half the money. She refused to go, sitting on the bed even when I really pushed her out of it. So you guessed what happened and she took all the money. I wasn't keen to call her again but I did call her from time to time to see if she changed her ways. That was sort of persistent.

Later she was surprised that I kept calling her against all odds. She treated me very nicely for a change and began to expect me to call her often. I did. One day she told me she would be going under the radar and gave me her real private number, with an area code that was where she lived with her family. Whenever I called her, I checked her old number anonymously. For all I knew she could be still working agencies, but lied to me so as to keep me paying more than her agencies. Eventually the number went straight to voicemail, disconnected maybe, and then reused by the carrier.

Now she didn't change her number, her phone always on, but she wouldn't talk to me or couldn't. I couldn't let go. I wanted to text her, email her, or leave her voice messages. She needed not reply but I just wanted to get something out of my chest for some closure. But I decided against anything because it could fall to the wrong hands, considering her circumstances. That's the reason we didn't leave voice messages in the past. She didn't asked me to avoid leaving messages, but she never did, and wasn't keen. So I kept calling her, making sure that she knew who was calling by using my cell unblocked. I called her at our usual times, every time I went out to play. She never answered, sometimes sending me straight to voicemail. It was intriguing as to why she didn't bother or couldn't change her phone number.

I was sort of stalking her, but soon I called her only once a couple of months, hanging up after a few rings, long enough to leave a missed call log.

Then one day out of the blue she picked up the phone right away. A year had passed since I last talked to her. A couple of months had passed since I though of her and called her.

ps the video is reposted from Lazy Geisa who is a collector of DJK videos. Though the vids are girl girl only, when the porn versions are more appropriate, most of the time the female are half wanting and half rejecting. The good thing is that, with girl-girl, you don't need to imagine me in that.

Erasing Chanel

I tied her wrist tight with plumber's thread sealing tape, wrapped her naked body up tight like a mummy, spanked her good and then screwed her hard as if she's a flesh light. These were what I wanted to do to her after the worst play day ever. But knowing that it wasn't very realistic, instead I erased any trace of existence of Chanel in my possessions. I know it's silly high school all over. But for some it might be priceless - it's not true that you only live once.

I used to opt for the summary bill for my cell phone. I don't want any numbers appearing on the bill for obvious reason. Nowadays even prepaid cell phones can have an online account and hence full call logs. So you have to be careful. I checked my old electronic contact files to make sure she was deleted completely.

Weeks had passed when I began to feel impatient. There was no point calling her even if I could, because she wouldn't apologize and made it up to me. I couldn't let go so it would not be buying smiles, a waste of money. I hoped she would call to apologize when she needed some money. But last time it took her four months to call me. This was a bit of a dilemma. I could have to wait a couple of months before giving up on her altogether. I was thinking of a solution that I could call her instead of just wait and see. That was why I deleted her, to protect myself, so even if I wanted to call her I couldn't. So I have to let go, may be with the help of a few beauties and lots of sex.

I Googled her number before I deleted her. It was more of a habit of checking out new girls rather than hoping to find anything new about her. I'm not so stupid as to pay for the records that they claim they have. Maybe they have something, but if I thought of that, I would have lookup her home address while I was with her. Though sometimes you may notice the change of carrier or the locality associated with the phone number. Anyway, these public records are very unreliable.

When I was checking other girls out, her number popped right out at me. It was browser history, or auto completion. In a split second I decided to keep that. But next time I will remember to erase that also.

Now I would rather not wait but resort to something that works for her always - money. I gave up my pride and would pay her enough so she would let me punish her willingly. Called it even and then I would dump her - it's only money. Spanking came to mind and I knew she would probably do it. I spanked her a little before but she felt unease when I got harder. Also, I always made up and made out with her bottom way before my hands could do any harm. With extra incentive I think she would go for it.

The thought of tying her up and spanking pleased me. But I knew she would not agree to such dangerous thing unless the "ropes" are waver thin. So I thought of plumber's tape. It looks the part when wrapping tight round her waist, tying knots. Even better, there are enough tapes in a little roll to tie her up all over, Japanese porn style. It could wrap her up like a mummy too. The visual is rather good too. There's innocent white, dangerous yellow and cute pink to choose from.

So be it. I called her, but she didn't return my calls. I was looking for an outlet, and then a closure. Now I was blocked. Anyway the anger and frustration dissipated after a week or two. I only called her when I went out to play, giving her the chance first. Once she picked up the call, saying she couldn't make it, she was taking "family" pictures, but far from where she lived. I think she was trying to tell me something subtly, or she just said anything as an excuse. I think she asked if I could wait till the next day, or she didn't ask if I could wait for the first time. Either way, I wasn't bitter anymore. Because if she didn't make it up to me, I might be able to forget her altogether.

Two days before I left for paradise for two months to fuck as if there's no tomorrow, I gave her the chance to see me before I called somebody else. It was morning and I only gave her four rings. She managed to pick it up.

Again she asked if I could wait till tomorrow. The excuse this time being that she ate something bad and her face was terrible. For all I knew she could be having an orgy last night and totally unsuitable to work that day. That's another reason I never gave her second chances and called somebody else. Before I could say I couldn't, she asked about my trip and when I was leaving. She remembered it even when I only mentioned it briefly once over a month ago. I said tomorrow. She asked if I mind if her face doesn't look all that good. Maybe I didn't mind, maybe I was curious. She then asked nicely that it have to be near Disney, so she could see the doctor after.

I wasn't expecting her to come out to play just like that. There wasn't time to think of anything - spanking and the plumbing tapes. If I didn't give her enough warning and turn up with the tapes, she would be freaked out. Also I then felt that I had plenty of time to make her pay me back. She answered my calls and wanted my money of course.

My plan was just to give her a quickie, screw her doggy, no kissing anywhere, and then leave. Even if that was a waste of my money, it would make me feel good. She doesn't care about my complains, but she cares about how she looks, and how much I want to screw her and worship her body. Perhaps if you lose one client, you may start losing everybody.

I met her at an expensive motel near Disney. At that time of the year all rooms are expensive. When I opened the door, the mystery thickens. Today's mystery - she came in expensive shoes as usual that I didn't even remember to look. My eyes were fixed at her $200+ jeans that made her ass looked amazing. She was in a black T-shirt that looked very teen. Her super high volume straight shoulder length one layer cut was back, my favorite, looked as if she was right out of the salon. For the first time I noticed that her eyebrow was neatly trimmed, which looked as if she had just been to the beauty salon. Worst of all, she had matching manicure and pedicure, pink for the first time.

I called her in the morning and by the time she arrived, it was after lunch. For all I know she could have hurried to the hair and beauty salon so she wouldn't look like in a mess when she saw me. She could be in a mess if she didn't go to work or see her boyfriend for days. She could have an earlier appointment, or a later one, with her number one client, so she was in such splendid condition, and didn't want me to be jealous seeing her like that, or asked her questions. Her face looked good. Either she covered well the blemish due to eating the wrong food, or she made a little flaw on her makeup to cover up her another lie. I couldn't believe her that she had booked a doctor near Disney. Nothing matters much because I always logged her words without judging them. If I asked she might have to invent more lies. As for this time, she could be doing it all for me, but she probably wouldn't admit it.

Everything was according to plan, giving her a quickie, leaving right after. Except that I couldn't resist to kiss her. It wasn't too much of a kiss. There's always a limit that I could do with her lips. It doesn't look like she had much lipstick on but probably she wouldn't want to reapply it all over again. Perhaps the lipstick was as expensive as her makeup that made her skin looked flawless as if having nothing on. She did complain about costing her when I messed up her face. Most of the time she would be going out somewhere after our meeting, or sometimes I caught her probably cold calling her other client on the parking lot. Why not, she's all dressed up and made up all beautifully.

Instead of DFK that sort of thing, she prefers to stick her tongue out, and let me do whatever I want with it with my mouth, lips, and tongue, Japanese porn style. For DFK it's too close to see anything. for DJK, I could see her tongue curling against mine.

After shower I put my clothes back on, waiting for her to finish hers. Instead of putting her clothes on, she laid in bed tummy down, dangling her feet up in the air, like this without the shoes nor anything else, covered only by pink nail polishes.

Probably it was too earlier to go anywhere and she would rather wait in the motel room. But it was like old times, she would show off her naked body after sex so I would remember to come back for her. Against all odds I didn't touch her toes so far. I would love to go back in bed, do some cuddling and massage her feet. Though it could end up in toe flossing and she had to wash all over again. But now I knew she wanted me back so I was in no rush. I would be flying to paradise shortly.

I really didn't know this girl. She could lie or tell me the truth that she plucked her eyebrows just for me, or painted her toes pink just for me. I would forget about everything and let her take advantage of me again. But she grabbed the chance just to say that she wasn't good in sweet talking, which meant she was sorry for what happened but she wasn't going to apologize.

She was a Casino host as Sam in Las Vegas, but she was the online version. I didn't know how it works but she was trying to say that Johnny was her whale, who owed her money. She used my cell to spoof him to collect the debt. She failed and lost a couple of thousands. That explained why her face grew so red after the call. But I never took her words seriously, less so when she wasn't offering an explanation straight and square.

One thing was certain, she admitted that she was on the pill and now off the pill. That explained why I wanted to dump her and didn't return her call sometimes, and that I was so hot on her recently, seeing her week after week. The mystery deepens as to whether she had the chance to find a new boyfriend, wanted to get her old boyfriend back, or wanted to go back to escort full time. I asked if she had been working more. She denied but said that the sort of guys remaining nowadays were smelly. It was a denial but if I heard something about her she could explain that she tried briefly and stopped. But how did she know?

She knew it's a waste of time, and put her clothes back on all of a sudden, disappointed and cursing silently at the same time. And probably an hour had just passed, exactly. I walked her to the door. While she was walking out of the door, she looked back to say goodbye and then carried on walking. But she said, "Call me", causally when I was looking at the back of her head, moving away. If she held me tight naked and ask me that, most likely I would do whatever she asked for the next few months. Oh yes, I might say no or took the opportunity to demand conditions. But what had she got to lose? This is one of her ways. I didn't have time to think so I couldn't give her conditions. If I didn't response positively she could just carry on walking away. Basically I was speechless and I wanted to save the victory lap when I came back from paradise. But I wanted to make her feel bad. I wanted to complain but couldn't find the few right words.

"You're too highbrow" was all I managed to say. It didn't much sense and she couldn't have prepared for it. I thought she wanted to response but choked on her words. She moved on, and that's the last time I saw her.