Small boobs cause big storm

I hope a lot more people all over the world noticed. There has been a worldwide tightening censorship on the internet, the final outcome will be even more restrictive than the Chinese version - anonymous is no longer possible, ultimately requiring a license to connect to the internet, like a driving license. The Australian proposed laws under attack is only tip of the iceberg. Something like this is already in place in some countries.

It's a bit of success, making mainstream media saying Operation Titstorm all over the place. In the name of child porn, porn with small breasted women are banned, even if they pass the strict US rules, irrespective of age. Female ejaculation, that the no-sex-life Ausie parliamentarians never experienced, is being confused with urine and hence banned together with golden shower. What, no golden shower? There must be a lot more on the proposed laws, which are claimed to be in line with ITU (International Telecom Union) recommendations (check). The law includes hand drawn porns. I am surprised that the Ausies haven't already started a trade war with Japan.

Already, the Australian internet filter is not really just about porn. The list was leaked on, of course, Wikileak, which included pages in Wikipedia, conspiracy theory sites like frequently banned prisonplanet.com, and a dentist's site with the words "Child Oral Care" on it.

Check the facts, but there's no conspiracy theory here. Main stream globalists are all for heavy regulation of the internet more than the Chinese, including a high ranking Microsoft executive. Europeans are used to it - when they can't pass national legislation they try to push it through the EU backdoor. Now the ITU classify what is legal porn? The UN declaration of human rights is a good thing, but the declaration on blasphemy is infringing basic human rights - free speech. And the Climate-gate is obvious. If it passed there will be a global infrastructure to enforce the law and tax. It will be starting to look like Iran, with imported revolutionary guards. They global security infrastructure (that most never heard of) is already huge, and there are instances of interfering with national institutions (as reported in the news).

National govts decided they can't stand the web, more obviously after 911, beef, H1N1 vaccine, and many more. Now the Brits realize that their libel law is against their principle of any other laws - innocent until proven guilty, but with the internet anonymity even Tom Cruise has to bow. Free speech is tolerable if not much people can hear you. Wait a minute, does the US has law preventing the bad mouthing food supplies?

It's very difficult to give up freedom you already have. The Ausies just retracted their law forbidding anonymous comments before elections, due to public uproar. The law was unanimously supported by all MPs! The other way to go about it is to censor the web.

Europeans are still having fun uploading what's happening in their bedroom. But the US law basically killed the fun all over the world. If ID is required for posting anything, you will not see this blog, and many others on the roll. If there's records, there will be leaks.

Why prostitutes?

Researches into prostitution always miss the point of recreational sex. If it's legal, it's as nondescript as a social drink, but if it's illegal, it's using drugs.

Apart from moral issues, it's not much different from the combination of a game of golf, shopping something nice, a movie, or going to an art gallery.

Think of it as a mini-vacation to a parallel universe. I need vacations away from my wife. Not so much that she doesn't do things that I like, more importantly, she won't stop doing things that I can't stand. Don't tell me 'let her go' that sort of crap. If she want to leave she is welcomed. I do know the substitution can be a lot worse. Emma and Chanel are so nice in many ways that you don't know they are so screwed up in others.

It's not so much of role play, but in parallel universes anything interesting can happen.

Why people have affairs?

Why people pay peak season price for vacations? Because they have absolute control of the time and place.

Hair

I wanted to write about hair again since Saucy Bastard posted this picture. This is pure studio hair. You can't even walk straight with hair looking like this. If an escort walks into your hotel room with hair like this, it's truly a high dollar hottie.

Meanwhile some body noticed my previous rant about hair. No the girl in the picture is so common a complain that the least you can do is to keep the hair in the picture. You can photoshop everything but there's no point in photoshopping the hair. Giving us a little WYSIWYG, is that too much to ask for?

On the other hand, not only long hairs are difficult to maintain. I remember a blind date with a mature woman. I called her based on her reputation of what she does, rather than her looks.

She went for the business woman look, with short flat almost unstyled hair clinging to the head. She was wearing an unsophisticated suit that can get her anywhere without suspicion, except that the skirt is a little short for her age.

I think I wrote about her before. She did drive me crazy. When we kissed, I was too passionate and ran my fingers all over her hair.

Maybe I thought about it before, but I probably didn't dare. The reason maybe this - you have to pay her to go the the hair salon again, and pay her for the off time. That's too expensive. If I did that to Chanel she would give me the death stare before I can get any closer.

There's no problem for this woman's flat hair. I think she looked like this after my fingers.

Sex work politics

I support all kind of sex works. I have my preferences but all contribute to regulating the demand and supply - in other words, reasonable prices. This is not purely an advantage for the client. A potential sex worker may decide against jumping into the occupation because the reward just doesn't worth it. Most sex workers prefer a safer and legal environment even if the price is lower.

And of course I don't discriminate against race, age, and size etc - as long as they turn me on at the time, and I don't regret after.

But when it comes to activism for sex workers' rights, I think activists should specialize rather than generalize. Different kinds of sex workers have rather different issues as I see it. For example, it is confusing for someone to identify themselves as strippers, which is totally legal. The rules of strip clubs various greatly across the nation. In many places by law you cannot touch the strippers.

The San Francisco proposition was geared towards street walkers. Honestly, it would be more difficult to pass than that sex for money is legal. Rhode Island passed it without knowing it, and they don't seem to have any special problems so far. But I doubt how many current escorts will wholeheartedly support this. Their income will at least drop a bit. Bunny ranch will run out of business.

Honestly the issue of legalization is that women don't want it easy for their men to cheat. (Same for interchanging women and men for minority cases.) Any other excuses do not make a lot of sense and do not buy a lot of votes.

It's interesting to see laws related to mail order brides. Now international "dating agencies" need to do background criminal checks on clients before finding them partners. Do so many people care about the welfare of these women enough to make new laws? I hardly doubt it. It's about limiting the supply so you have to pick more from the same pond. And in many states the thought of giving half of your everything to your new bride whenever she decides to walk away is very discouraging.

Going after Craigslist is mostly because it has become too easy to find an affordable companion anywhere. To say that law enforcement has a natural hatred against prostitution is absurd. They also like their massages and their call girls, and they go about their own business without conflict of interest.

Does it work? Even without the web, every men know where the classified are, legal or not. Most local newspapers are supported to some extend by those ads, even for a quarter of a page of classified. It's always a phone call away. This can hardly stop curious men, 70% (???) of which tried sometime in their lifetime.

Illegal prostitution does have the advantage that men are deterred by organized ripoffs. My guess is they waste more money and for a higher price, at least I do. Guess who also share the consequences?

My new year resolutions are simple, and can be accomplished in a short time, giving me some satisfactions. Not about whores, but I wanted to fix two things that bugged me, a dripping faucet, and about two collapsed drawers.

Remember that if you call a plumber here without an emergency, it's like going to the hospital emergency room with a cold. The hospital will entertain you, but will charge you hundreds for it, though it's a numbers game on paper with the insurance company. I made the mistake as a new parent.

When I opened the faucet, I remembered why I couldn't fix it. It's beyond repair because a screw degenerated. A total replacement is needed. This is my sink. I did replaced the faucet on her sink which was in a much worse condition before replacement. It turned out to be a lot more trouble than I thought, so I waited. Now that I have to replace mine, the faucet company was taken over and the same model isn't available. So if you ever see a mismatched his's and her's bathroom sink, it's mine.

Now the nightmare that I must had blocked out last time began to come back bit by bit. The faucet replacement is easy. In other parts of the world it would be solid copper tubes under the sink, and solid plastic tubes. You have to call the professionals or you have a lot of work to do, like doing soldering in confined space with heat shields to avoid burning down the whole house or the whole building. But here labor is a lot more expensive than the faucets itself. I would rather have a huge copper faucet and huge copper sink with lots of now precious metal.

Here you have a pair of shut off valve, not really to save you the trouble of turning off the main supply value, but as an adapter connector. Now the latest valve just plug onto the end of the supply tube. You don't even need to use a wrench. Then there's a pair of flexible tube to connect the valves to the taps so you don't need any skills or any measurements. The nuts at the end of the flexible tubes are the only ones to be tightened. The faucets themselves are of course make use a lot of 'plug and play' constructs, using flexible tubes and rubbery seals.

The problem is the tail piece, the matching finish attached to the drain hole of the sink. It just couldn't be unscrewed because it is made of metal, unlike the new ones which are cheap feeling plastic. I really didn't remember how I did it last time. I didn't believe that I could unscrew it. And I didn't believe that I used an electric saw to took it apart. This time I gave up totally after a day and my hands hurt.

Then I decided I should replace the whole sink as well. Then I remembered that this was the same conclusion that I arrived last time. Then I remembered why I couldn't replace the sink. It was an undermount sink and the sink wouldn't come off from the top piece. This time I brought the iron bar from the garage, a gift from the moving company, the type that the FBI uses to raid warehouses and opens huge wooden crates with it. The sink wouldn't give a bit. I pried a bit more and all of a sudden the sink fell on my knee. I continued the work with a limb!

Actually when you have to replace the faucet, it's good time to replace the sinks, the top pieces and the whole cabinet fixture. But I wouldn't want to undo the work I did on her side of the bathroom last time. More importantly, you need a contractor and up to a few subcontractors for plumbing, electric wiring, building, woodwork. If you call the professionals they will talk you into remodeling all of the bathrooms and kitchens with matching everything. All for a dripping tap?

Really I should have replaced the cabinet because the sink with the tailpiece attached was trapped inside. I had to bring in the electric saw to cut short the tailpiece. The tailpiece broke apart, but not where I cut it.

After I put the new sink in, I discovered that the drain hole was at a different position. So I had to redo the drain pipes like a professional, since no flexible drain pipes were sold for that purpose. Cutting off the old pipes proved to be a bad experience. After exhausted using my tiny hand saw, the ABS plastic were too tough that I had to bring in the power saw. Usually, bundled saw blades are for fast wood cutting, terrible for tough plastics. I ended with a ragged edge pipe end after getting rid of the old pipes. For the new pipes I needed a few cuts at least so I had to do some research to get the right blade that is available in my local hardware store.

For the drawers I tried different mounts available in the nearby stores. All have minor problems that I couldn't decide who is the least evil of them all. Therefore some drawers were left to be storage spaces instead of drawers. The problem was that my wife demands that she has the right to put whatever inside the drawer. They got heavy and eventually collapsed sooner or later. I was running out of drawers.

I know I should have remodeled the bathrooms, the kitchen and maybe the bedrooms with matching everything. But back in my mind I wouldn't like to throw away the work that I did on the drawers that were still working fine. And it cost money to remodel the whole house compared to repairing a drawer or two.

I tried side mounting hardware for the first time on my top mounted drawers. It's a total waste of time and I returned it. I brought the old faithful roller mount hardware. But it's only available in size for the kitchen drawers. For the bathrooms it has to be the bearing mounts. But living in housing tracks, although neighboring houses vary in size and shape to look different, drawers are basically the same. So the only size for my bathroom are sold out. So rather than replacing the whole mounting hardware, I just replaced the faulty items like rollers.

But surprise, surprise, one drawer has a pipe ran past the rear, so it had to be top mounted but nobody sold anything for it. Another has a wooden stud ran past the rear, making the rail guide an inch too long! Also, the bottom one cannot accept roller mount as there is no space below the drawer to mount anything. But the bearing mount can be used since the profile is rather flat. So the roller mounts that I brought were useless, and the bearing mounts that I didn't brought were suitable, since exact size were not needed.

Since the saw blade I brought for cutting plastic pipes were actually for metal as written on it, I tried to cut the roller mount to size. It was surprisingly easier than cutting plastic pipes. It was so easy that I decided to remove the repairs that I did the bathroom drawers, replacing them with roller mounts cut to size.

So after many fast trips to the local hardware store, most of it involved returns, I got the work done. This was how my near year went. I am now enjoying watching the mismatched his's and her's faucets, and using the smooth drawers, mostly with different mounting hardware, ... with a temporary backache and a limp.

There is a reading of some erotic writings of a dirty little mind by a female voice, the first suitable article on my blog roll, in this post. I moved the post away from the front page because of the audio.

I have a new time waster. I'm becoming a car mechanic (and electronic?) to take care of my cars. The reason? Whores, what else!

I became a plumber when they charge me one grand to install something that you can buy in the hardware store for $50. I can buy all the nice toys in the hardware store, play with my pipes, and still have change to see a hooker or two. Or, a few massages to ease the muscle ache after hard work, and perhaps to release the tension of risking failure and flood.

The same thing happened when I took my car for regular servicing. I had enough. I used to drop my car at the dealers for everything. In return I got a rose. I was successfully threatened with warranty and resale value. The list of extra work done on my car even for simple services didn't make sense to me, except for the sky high price.

I started driving late in life. I even picked a house within walking distance to the train station and my 1st job. There everybody take the train to get out of town, get a life (as in London), and back. The car is just something to have, and they always are a burden to me. I didn't waited forever to drive at 16 and got an orgasm for my 1st car.

I am very much like a stereotypical woman driver and the mechanics punished me hard for it. Now everything make sense to me with the net. I came across complete manuals that include every bolts. I could see what mechanics do on youtube. They charge an hour to unscrew a nut or two?!

I think dealers charge $90 to $100 an hour labor, friendly neighborhood mechanics $80 - I'm in a bad neighborhood in that sense. (But still US dealers are a lot more reasonable than European ones.) Usually you have to fix a pair or two, multiplying that for two to four! It doesn't make any sense when if I can get the work done and get pampered afterwards.

To make the labor cost look reasonable, the parts quoted are over twice the price at eBaymotors for example - for the same OEM part. If not it's all over the net and Amazon delivers free. Now multiply the savings by two to four - you get a whore or two or a few massages.

In addition, you can hook up the on-board computer to your laptop and play around with it such as maximizing your mileage, saving gas. There is extensive on-board diagnostics since 1996 and the mechanics still insist that the codes don't tell you anything. But that's how they are supposed to do the diagnostics, and with google every code make sense.

Also, my cars are usually so dirty that I wouldn't go near, except for getting in. I believed that to keep the paint in top condition you need frequent waxing. And to wax you need to clean the car completely and dry thoroughly. A European hand wash used to cost you an arm and a leg. The American ones are really cyborgs. The robots are really good except when you need to touch the car, for gentle brushing and drying for example. But still you need to drink a few coffee waiting painfully while you car is being washed. Having Wi-Fi is good, but believer me you don't to see me "working" at my laptop in public. So usually I wait until I cannot tolerate the dirt, and then take my cars to be cleaned thoroughly and professionally.

Now I'm rather happy with the dry wash spray that is safe for skin. At least one dealer is happy with it for the amount of water saved, and more importantly labor. Before that I though I would like to wash my own cars and keep it sparkling. But on every public drain is the warning that the water goes directly into the beaches, even though I'm not that close. It doesn't look sensitive enough if you wash your car outside the house. Now I can even wash my wheels with biodegradable detergent inside my garage with just one bucket. It's not dry, but the dirty water goes into the toilet easily. What split in the garage is a negligible fraction of the dirt on my wheels, and the bio detergent. Also, modern technology means that the microfibre cloth I use for washing are easily taken care of with my modern washer and modern detergent.

Cleaning my dirty wheels takes 5 minutes with pipeling. I got to see the full glory of my alloy wheels more. It takes about the same time to get to the car wash, and I'm lazy. I can do it in my pajamas before taking a bath. Now even under the hood is relatively free of dust and grease.

I used to have a neighbor a few houses down the road. He had a taller, trophy type wife and a beautiful kid (a daughter). But he spent a lot of times with his classic car or may be kit car, washing them with only a bucket of water. I thought he was a special car dealer but I never asked. Geeks and car enthusiastic don't go well. But now I understand. Also, women make the world goes around.

Let me pay my respect to the true professionals, who can release tension, make love, make people happy and all that.

Compensated dating

Chanel is particularly jealous when I went abroad with compensated dating services. Her clients told her all about it. I even asked her to give me reliable contacts but she refused. Those types in the news are more for referrals among locals. Since prostitution is semi legal, group members are more likely to have met each other, and that's the usual criteria to get insider information. Unlike in US, where you may refer your online buddy to your regular, without telling her that you never met your buddy, who could be a serial killer.

But you don't really need referrals. Dating can be included if you want. You really want to hang around someone who look the part (old enough) to have dinner and watch a movie. You can find some online something a bit like Craig's lists.

They are close to happy hookers in my book. You have to meet them outside some shops or stations, telling them what you are wearing. I'm sure if there's something not right, they will not appear. Some girls ask for travel expenses beforehand, if you decide not to go ahead after meeting them. And potential clients honors the practice. These girls are not that confident or they are too hot and their time is very precious - you never know.

I suppose they are common but looking at the whole industry, they are just sand in the desert. For the price you can have model types twice over, if you want to skip the dating part. If you have time and money to spare, hostess clubs are more mainstream. Anyway, the dating part is increasingly by special request only.

It's an irony if you think that these girls are victims, but in US they punish the victims to deter others from becoming victims. ???

It's naive to think that the problem don't exist in US. Because it's illegal, it turns into something more risky. We have teenagers turning into rip-off artists, because you can't even break even being no-touch dancers, or fully legal escorts. Whole books are written on how to do it. Girls and clients are murdered because of rage.

I met a girl from the fly over zones who probably dropped out before 19 and went to DC as an escort, another went to Hawaii. She hated it and became a semi rip-off artists since. When she showed me pictures of her class reunion, she could point out that many became hookers too. I also met a few of her friends, who she met in cook school or something, who were also game.

What not to do at Halloween

Luckily it didn't happen to me anywhere near Halloween.

I saw a brief ad without pictures asking for the top going rate at a location near me. Most would ignore it, others would dismissed it as a rip-off, when 99% at my area were. I bet it wasn't, and taking risks have their rewards. It was an incall so I could pull out at the door. It wouldn't waste much time as she was close to me. There weren't that much chance nearby to take risks.

It was a decent motel, so a long term relationship wasn't likely as compared to her home. Living in a rip-off state and county, I train myself to say no thank you, turn away or just run whenever something doesn't seem right. I repeated the drill in my head and then knocked at the door.

The door opened just enough for me to get in. It seemed that the electricity to the motel was cut off due to accidental overload or something. She made do with some faint light in her room. She was standing behind the door so I could see nothing. I wouldn't go in that way.

During the standoff, a head suddenly popped out from behind the door, which made me jumped! It was a witch.

Stupid witch. It was her idea to block off the bright sunlight outside, and made atmosphere in the room using candle lights! Did she read the news about how many houses were burnt like that?

She actually looked like a witch with tall nose, sharp chins, wide thin lips pointing upwards, small piercing eyes, long eyebrows pointing downwards, and ghostly white skin. She wasn't ugly or old. She might be early thirties or younger, but her face would look older than she actually was. Worse still, she was in black lingerie, a teddy like outfit that wasn't showing much, more like hiding her age.

After the initial shock, she looked good enough for me to get inside, and a counter offer would fix anything. I asked for more lights and she did it apologetically. She looked better in the light and she didn't seem to have anything to hide. She wasn't tall but she had nice legs, and she was in good condition overall. So I accepted the offer without modification, knowing that she would be willing to please, and not a rip-off.

Actually her body was great, organic and slender like a 20 year old. Somebody goes for perfect tan, like the golden crust in a pizza. Somebody have to go for deep tan to hide things, like a Kentucky Fried Chicken. She went for the flawless pale look, which was perfect as a sashimi (and bloody raw steak) lover like me. Color-wise, it have to be like Hawaiian style tuna, slightly cooked at the outside. Spontaneously I asked if she would take a shower with me. She agreed with a mature woman's voice, and like nothing that she could not handle, very unlike her young looking body.

My idea of a shower is of course me applying body wash (or if there isn't any, shampoo) all over her from neck to toes. I wasn't sucking toes then but I instinctively washed her toes one by one. She was rather small and so was her feet. Her skin was perfect, or so it felt. She appreciated my attention to her body, and signed:"why don't boy friends do that?".

And so I did it, like many times before. Then I rolled over, recuperated, and chatted a bit.

I think I told the story before. She was an exercise equipment model on TV. Small is good because the equipments looked big. And she didn't have to show her face much.

When I was ready to go I got up and put my clothes back on, while she was lying casually, diagonally on the bed, fully naked with light on. Most girls show their best at the end, so you will remember and come back. Her best was fully naked, not that I can say about many others. I slowed down and got even slower. I was aroused, not that much physically but mentally. I told myself what a waste if I couldn't consume this piece of prime meat once again.

I asked if I could do it again. She just accepted in a mature sort of way. I was rather gentle with her anyway, my usual for the first meet. She wanted me back because there would not be many people in town who would take that much risks. It was hard work.

Barcelona

It was suppose to be a week's get away with my wing man at the beaches near Costa del Sol. For the price the apartment was surprisingly nice - spacious, quiet, central location, and rather new. The supermarket was a block away, like any supermarket, fully stocked with booze, which was rather cheap in terms of pesos.

The beaches was torture. It was full of teenage girls, topless, sitting shoulder to shoulder. You could hardly find an empty spot on the free beaches. The nightlife was not a lot better. It was full of people inside the discos, and outside the plazas. You could pick a quiet place to sit down but you would be surrounded by people doing the same.

But we were fine. We went there for the nothingless, and we managed to go out even less than we expected. We weren't too much over aged (:cough), but we never fit in with those crowds, at "home" or abroad.

We took a day trip to Barcelona but we liked it too much that we stayed there for a day or two. The red light district, which is also a tourist district, is full of outdoor restaurants, cafes, tasteful or tasteless shops. There was a block full of hookers even in day time. If you picked one, you could just walk up the stairs right there. The day time shift could not be too bad looking, at least for the top dogs. One sexy housewife dressed in white like a Greek goddess. She tried to talk to me but I turned her down in front of all her colleagues. I should had been more polite. She looked away the next time I walked pass.


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There were even one or two model like or teen model like girls hanging around, in decent but trendy dresses, totally out of place. But I thought they might be tourists or locals having fun pretending, or playing dare with their friends.

But we weren't staying in Barcelona for that (:cough). We both scored earlier in our own sort of way. Back in the beach, while I was sunbathing face down on the sand at a remote corner. A few local chat up artists tried to chat me up. Unfortunately they were boys, thinking that I was a shy tourist girl who hid at a corner to get rid of the top and bikini lines. I had my rock star hair then. I knew many girls wanted my legs. Years later many hookers still wanted my waist. After I discovered my foot fetish I also discovered that my toes are rather outstanding.

While sitting on a bench in a plaza crowed with people at night, the girl next to my wing man spoke to him briefly. Later I asked him what she said. He said she offered him sex for money. He was to shy and too righteous to take up the offer. He needed a devil like me to tell him to do things at his ears. He was a strong fit man in good shape and decent looking, though might be considered one of the ugly toads. He looked like he hadn't scored in ages, but he looked loaded and he probably was.

I was walking alone at night around the narrow side streets, losing myself in the crowd. I also had the habit of checking out the sleazy part of town whenever I visited a city center, mostly due to work. When I got to a drinking place, I saw a tall and slender, fully grown woman by the door, probably taking a breath of fresh air. Her dress wasn't hooker like, modest but tight and colorful.

I looked at her in a friendly way, hoping that she was interested in me or she was game. After all, the place wasn't the most classy nightclub. People inside only bothered about drinking and talking. People outside only bothered about getting around the narrow streets. Nobody bothered or noticed what we were doing. Her attractiveness overcame my shyness. I used my head to say "let's go". She used her eyes and smile to ask me if I was mistaken - she was no angel. I was certain she was game and off we went.


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She took me to a hotel among the narrow streets. I thought it was sleazy but it wasn't, perhaps just specialized for short term stays. At the busy and almost non-existent lobby, we met an eye catching couple who also got a room. The guy was tall, dark and handsome, like a bullfighter in a Tango suit. The woman had a sparking dress and a pair of nice full legs, and much else. The couple was like coming right out of "dancing with the stars".

After we did it, she took the effort to chat with me via my Spanish phrase book. She was one of the flamingo dancers in the joint and would like me to return to watch her perform. It could be fun but I couldn't imagine how I fit in with those crowds. I wasn't sure I would want to do it again over there as it was heat of the moment.

One day I was still out in the streets at dawn. It was the time all the phantoms came out. The pretty tree-lined tourist area turned into a nightmare zone, as busy as day time. Instead of tourists, there were the late shift hookers, the bottom of the pack that you don't normally come across, their boyfriend, their pimps, the cleanup crew who aren't normally looking looking enough to get a job at other times. But after a minute or two, I realized that they were all enjoying themselves for the short time they had got. Some winding up their work day while others were preparing to start work. They were behaving no different from the day time tourist lovers, like old couples watching the day goes by. But the difference was that, you wouldn't want to see their face or their outfit clearly.

I was a porn star!

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We, a gang of backpackers, went to see a sex show in one of the larger tourist joints. (The red light districts are blocked in Google street view.) Assuming that we were all crazy and uninhibited, three of us got picked onto the stage for the opening performance. We were to eat a banana in turns, half embedded from a female porn star's pussy. It was to stupid to do that when the stage was surrounded by a hundred people, and she didn't turn me on at all. Immediately I ran to the back of the crowd and into something like an exit in the dim light. It was just an locked emergency exit but I thought I was safe.

She didn't lose sight of me and ran straight to me almost naked. She told a bouncer guy to lift me up by his arms and marched me back to the stage with my feet dangling in the air. I was much lighter without the beer belly and love handles back then.

My guys offered me the first bite of the banana, so I did it with my eyes closed. After three bites, the banana was apparently gone. Then she popped the remaining chunk out of her pussy into the air. That was just the opening act.

But that was the end of my porn career.

Where was I?

Once upon a time, I exited at a tube station at the fringe of Central London. I noticed that many business cards were left at the telephone area inside the entrance of the station. That was perfect for a shy and adventurous person. I hardly knew any person but still I was afraid that I would ran into some friends in central London.

When I had the chance I went to the station again, arriving just after dark. I went to the telephone area to make a call, saving the embarrassment of entering a telephone box full of sleazy business cards.

With my head 12 o'clock dead straight ahead, I tried to move my eye balls as far sideways as possible, glancing at any number I could found. The woman who answered the call had a nice young voice, but laughed at me for not knowing where her street was. Most working girls there worked on that street.

Unlike other streets around, this one was completely dead and quiet right after dark. It was a normal side street, very roughly 100, 200 meters long and straight, with just enough space for parking at both sides. I remembered that I have to climb a flight of long stairs. The door was huge like that of a castle, and there was nothing at the door for cover. I was sure that the whole street could see me when I rang the doorbell.

Before that a more than 6-ft tall bobby walked pass me face to face, complete with imposing full winter uniform, helmet, and a cape. He walked slowly as if he was trying to help while I was looking for the right street number. I knew it was a deterrent and sarcasm of sort but I wasn't brave enough to turn back. I turned away from him, walked up the stairs as if nothing happened, pushed the doorbell and prayed that someone please open the door to save me from embarrassment.

On another such rare occasion, possibly at the same station or not, I used the same technique to spot and memorize a number. The place was crowded, and without the privacy of a phone booth, I was going to a quiet street corner to use my mobile. I pretended that the call at the public phone didn't get through, by pressing some buttons repeatedly in frustration. Unfortunately the button was a 9. I hanged up and walked away, but I could still hear that the dispatcher was asking the caller to response. The urgency got higher by the seconds as I was walking away.

ps After touring Soho via Google street view, I concluded that the flats with working girls are in the areas where street views are abruptly blocked off.

What escorts wouldn't wear?

Once upon a time I revisited a London girl only to find that her flat was temporarily rented to a new girl. I knew my favorite uniform was still in the house but this girl tried everything to avoid wearing it. Then I understand that it wasn't fresh from the laundry, and she had no idea of where it had been. I'm not talking about dirty laundry here.

If it was the girls' clothes, they wouldn't want me to ruin it or make it dirty. If it was gift from me, they want to keep the clothes in a pristine condition, and wanted no trauma to associate with it. Not what I'm talking about.

Girls don't wear it because they know it wouldn't fit or it wouldn't look good on them. That's not what I'm talking about.

Other than those reasons above, quality lingerie and quality dress is usually welcomed. I don't know about how much is the resistance to trashy clothes - sex shop lingerie and street walker outfits. It would be fun but I never asked because uniforms I think are less risky of rejection.

After the gas station incident, I asked mrs player to put on an office suit and high heels that night. It turned out that the skirt was much longer that I expected, as you can see in the picture I posted to my plurk. But it didn' t matter because I was all ready to make porn.

She had been filmed totally naked, in lingerie, and uniforms that I brought all the way from Japan. But this time when I rolled up her skirt, all hell broke loose. It was something like that she didn't want to be treated like a hooker.

It was really hell. I was lucky that I could sleep in my own bed that night.

F/S $5.00

The title is what I saw on a sign, held by an underage school girl, in short shorts and small T-shirt. I thought I was seeing ghost early in the morning, but then I realized that it was only a funding raising car wash. Any older they will be in bikinis, which I never tried because what am I going to do after the car wash? Still, they are too young for me to watch their butts wiggling over my car.

I ran out of gas in the middle of a prime office area. For the 1st time I noticed a small gas station. I drove in and this is what I found on the other side of my pump. It was tame for office work, probably found in Macy or M&S, but a little short. Nobody actually wear that here. Too sexy for office, and too formal otherwise.
Her legs were bare like the next picture, exposing her non-native pale legs. When I got to the pump, she was just bending down and froze for a bit, retracting the hose from her dirty mustang.

It was a nice view so I watched her walking into the gas station shop and waited for her to walk back to her car. I didn't notice what shoes she was wearing or anything else, except that she has neck length straight blond hair. If Chanel is still around I would call her up to wait for me in the similar skirt I gave her, complete with matching jacket.

It dawned on me how come Mrs Player recently had a few fuck me heels. She tried them all for me, in bed. But I never had second thoughts about it. She never had the suitable occasion to wear them. And I probably wouldn't allow her to go anywhere by herself, considering my erection and that I couldn't take my eyes off her legs.

She said it was really for me, and that it cost not much more than those from sex shops, or stripper shoes. This is one of my favorite. I prefer sandal types, but the highest one Mrs Player has is about one inch shorter. Any higher than this, the shoes look like folded, and the wearers look like tip toeing.

My naughty key

This is the PO Box key that I got my naughty mail orders. I forgot all about it and now the post master resold the box and I am left with the key. Actually two keys, I left one in a pocket and considered it lost. I paid less than two dollars to get a replacement, before I found the lost one. It's lucky that Mrs Player didn't find it.

I have no rush to replace it. Mrs Player's 4 inch heels are fun to play with for now. In the past, I smuggled a tame but elegant pair of heels hoping Chanel would model it for me. But that day her own pair blown me away, saving me the embarrassment for asking.

Now I'm very certain about the USPS boxes, that they have the full status of a normal address. You can send whatever to the boxes, registered mails requiring signatures and big parcels. If anything goes wrong, the mails will be returned to sender, not forwarded to my verified home address. If I were that certain, I would have ordered a lot of naughty things. I only ordered things that could be explained away if Mrs Player found out, like it was for her to try.

Are we sexual predictors?

I read with interest the article from our friend mel. In this case, she can really ask around, john and hookers alike, instead of guessing based on special cases.

I'm a sexual predictor not any more than those cougars, who hunt in different ways. Metaphorically, I like to dangle cash or a pair of shoes in front of their eyes and see who and what they are willing to do for me.

Some students are just too pretty to do a daily 10 hour shift at minimum wage, and opt for giving two bad massage instead. If they offer extras even with jeans and bullet proof vest on, that means working a few hours per week, instead of a 40 hour week. Of course most prefer to operate as a bank, when clients lineup to deposit into your account.

Serial killers? They are as rare as their name implies. In the extreme case, escorts ask for john's work number and call the company to verify it. Most hookers will not touch those without anything to lose unless they have to. It is the lowest level of prostitutes that are most vulnerable. If you punish the johns like the Swedish model, you are just scaring the better clients with something to lose and force hookers to take more risks.

Will johns take it out on prostitutes after they are pissed by their wives or girl friends? My opinion is that it's no more than having a bad hair day, or pissed by the boss, or pissed by anybody else, and find something therapeutic to relax or let off steam.

There's always the chance of rape or forcing the prostitute to do something unwillingly. But it's impossible in a strip club. Girls will help each other out. Even pimps will take good care of the girls, protect them from unsafe sex and violence. Why? It's their investment, and they don't want any down time.

Even for girls working alone, simple precautions like check up calls from friends and agencies will work fine. Unless for the crazy guys who would beat you up and not afraid to be caught - they have nothing to lose.

Beyond that, it's not easy to get your money worth. Somebody said most clients are easy, meaning that they finish well before time is up, and escorts don't feel any hard work, whether the clients are pissed with their wives or not.

Really it's not easy to perform like porn stars. Probably those guys are sought after rather than feared.

While I'm at it, another non-john-escort blog that I follow is Radical Vixen. It's phone sex that I know little of. There's endless supply of bizarre imaginations, and what really happened at the other end of the phone is often hilarious.

Once I recommended the Happyendingz blog. It turns out that the Happyendingz economic index is rather good! She said that tradesmen are getting work. I didn't follow anything in particular because I didn't want to know how deep my head is below water. And it wasn't as bad as I imagined, but still ...

From estate agents gossips, foreclosures are no big deal. Those negative equity properties are basically written off by the banks and taken into stock. Very few people can bid at auctions no matter how good the deal is, because it's all cash transactions. So normal people have still to borrow from the banks, go through estate agents to get their house. So the banks have some regulating powers on the supply and demand of the market. If you always have spare money, you always have to pick cash, stock or real estate. What would you do? It looks like there are some sales and some listings. At least these houses are being fixed to sale conditions.

I can understand why so many stars choose to end their life. Or in a downward spiral that the end is inevitable. It isn't a big deal when they had it all, and that living in a 3 bed house somewhere till the end isn't a life for them. It's sad to see stars of my generation fell, but the little consolation is that they choose it because they had it all. It's sad for those fallen on this day, but I'll try not to be too sad about the life they would have ahead of them, I'll celebrate the good life they already have.

2001 signifies another downhill trend of America. It had been a walk in the clouds for about a decade for me. On the whole, it wasn't too big a blow. Then things starts to go down hill. But I saw wars, births, deaths, SARS, now a possible pandemic, and of course the financial meltdown. I can take blows one or a few at at time, especially with my adorable sexual punch bags.

My childhood is pretty much like others with parents of working class/small business owners. But we never worry a thing, and that I have my parents to thank. On my own, I also had clouds over my head for years, but I got out of it. Basically I have been very at ease and at peace with myself.

Married a drama queen is another matter. I had no idea of what I was getting into, and I didn't see it coming. If only she went to shop, while I went to work, all would have been perfect. Even at the best of times, she always see that something is not right, demand fixes, ask for something, as if everybody else owe her.

I love some of my old public housing friends. (BTW they have more disposable pocket money and some are rich faster because of the cheap housing.) They appreciate things a lot better. The girl that I had a crush on went to work all summer, didn't get paid because the joint went bust, and she just managed to loot a radio for the only compensation. And she put the radio in the living room to enjoy. I had no chance with her because she started work early, wanted a secure future now and then everything. Her brother told me she had a boy friend with parents doing OK, and he had a decent job and decent car. That's not bad when we were still studying. She would be in heaven if she waited for me. She's probably the ones who do budgeting, financial planing, while I just play computer games at work and at home.

GFE or dolls?

It dawned on me that I have been looking for dolls all along - pleasing to the eyes, choice of positions, choice of accessories, simple buttons to push such as open, spread, or tongue out. Simple sound tracks and implanted programs are sufficient as long as they turns me on.

Sophistication is desirable but there is the possibility of virus, having a mind of it's own. It's only worth taking the risk if you want some better genes to pass along. A financial independent doll is good for your wallet, but you can always go rental, by the hour if necessary.

From my experience, there aren't anything in particular that an escort should look like, but what haunt me most are two beautiful girls. Cute and pretty can only go so far, but stealing your heart is another matter. One beautiful girl is a masseuse, whom I never touched except for a light hug and a perk on the face after every session, months and months of them. The other is Chanel, whom I spent a lot of time inside.

I met an older woman, not older than me type of old, who must be going downhill. But looking at her face, I knew she had a lot of mileage left. My mind was struggling whether to see her again, but when I got there, seeing her in an elegant black lingerie that looked like a body suit, my pant made me very uncomfortable because of my erection. I had been thinking of what I was going to do to her along the way. The black outfit was the last trigger. It didn't help a lot after I dropped my pants. Some skin tissue down there were being pulled harder than usual.

There was another woman who must be in her 30's or more. She is average in all departments but she knew how to take good care of herself, staying in shape. She has an incall location in an upscale apartment complex, with retail spaces for nail, hair and beauty salons. She loves these things and it shows on her. I could have an erection looking at her sitting down answering the phone, wearing a simple dress and healthy sandals. I like her subtlety - zooming in, what she wore were sexier than lingerie and high heels on her.

Now the visuals. The Real Dolls website used to have some pretty pictures a couple of years ago (?). From the current models on offer, I think utility won over artistry. In contrast, there are at least several companies in Japan, specializing in different things. The company who made this doll seems to only care if the lips are beautiful, rather than whether the mouth can be opened wide.

I prefer hair styles that enhance the face and body, rather than distract and distort. As a general rule I prefer straighter, simpler but feminine styles. Long and high volume are sure things. Nothing can beat those ionized volume-less straight hair that hangs like sand in the wind, if you look beautiful in that. But since the style cannot survive overnight, practically you have to live over the hair salon like the woman above, or have plenty of time like Chanel.

I prefer style over color, and that brunette goes well with most skin colors. If blond goes well with you skin tone, red is probably better. Long live the Scots! I don't like color strips and hate visible new hair roots that are not yet dyed the same color as rest of the hairs. But as long as I can pull and shake, I don't mind anything.

That's only for the hair... wait till the toes.