Six cocks later...

My libido has been on a rampage for the last two days, so I think I must be getting ready to menstruate.  Six cocks later, I had my most profitable day as a cock sucker yesterday at $1450.00.  Normally, when it's a boy's first visit, I chat with him for 30 minutes, so he is not so nervous & then I explain my cock sucking fetish, etc.  For the last two days, I simply greeted them at the door on my knees, riding a vibrator, & ready to drink every last drop of their cum, after milking their balls with a blowjob that lasts an hour.  Yes, I can suck cock, without the use of hands for an hour.  I actually kind of zone out a bit, as I am doing it. By the end, they are doing back arches, as their body starts to shake, toes curl, dripping precum, & fingers go numb.  I have at least one boy a week who passes out.  I take it as a compliment.  I am often told that it was the best or longest blowjob they have ever received.

I completely love my job, except for the muscle strain on my neck & shoulders.  Hopefully, a massage will take care of that.  A grumpy cocksucker is a bad cocksucker. :)

Virgina & the Storm

This weekend a HUGE storm is supposed to hit our area.  Originally, James, my primary partner, & I were heading to a wedding.  However, I have convinced him to go alone, so I can stay home with my 16-year-old daughter, Virginia, & our dog.

I did not get the reaction out of Virginia I had hoped, although it was sadly the reaction as I expected.  The conversation, by text, went like this:

Me:  I am staying home this weekend.  The storm look like a big one & I did not want you to be alone.

Virginia:  I would have been fine, but okay.

Me:  I am not sure about that.  It's predicted to be very bad.  You are loved and you should not be alone.

Virginia:  Mom, I know you think I don't feel safe by myself, but I do.  That's why I prefer to be alone.  Thanks for your concern.

Me:  Wow, Virginia.  Just wow.  I try to do something out of pure love and I get no gratitude.  I am missing a very important event this weekend, because I am more concerned for your well being.  Thank you for making feel like shit.  I love you too.

Virginia:  You wonder why I don't tell you my feelings towards you & didn't I just say "thank you for your concern"?  Before you bitch at me, please reread everything.

Me:  You said "thank you for your concern", not "thank you for going out of your way to make sure I am safe and comfortable" or "thank you for giving up something important for me."  There was no simple thank you.  There was no gratitude.  There was no respect.  There was no love.

Virginia:  It's still gratitude, Mom.  Maybe not the lovey dovey  way you want, but I am not a lovey child that you want.  I'm heartless. You want a loving child?  Have another one.

Me:  A simple "thank you" works in most situations.  No need to add anything else.  The person hearing it makes the best out of what they hear, particularly by email or text, when no emotions are revealed.

Virginia:  Do you have a problem with what I do?  If you do, I'm going to tell you right now that I do not care.  I also don't care for your expectations, because I shall not, nor want to live up to them.  I will be be the bigger person & say thank you.

Me:  You are slowly pushing away the person who loves & respects you the most.  Just keep that in mind, as you proceed in your life.  Eventually, there will be no one.

Virginia:  Don't lie.  You have no respect for me.  Don't worry.  There will always be someone.

Me:  I hope you find someone who does not love and respect you half as much as I do not.

No personal information, please

I have asked Thomas, my secondary boyfriend, for advice on my New Year's Eve plans, because he is part owner of the restaurant I would like to use.  The downside is he has not shared his ownership in the restaurant with me, so I have to be a bit manipulative.

Thomas is kind of funny that way.  He shares very few personal things with anyone, even me, & he does not like to hear about my personal world, although he contributes to it.  I would go absolutely crazy with such a philosophy, if it was not for having James, my primary partner, who is not emotionally immature.

At one point, we discussed having unprotected sex, which would require me to get on birth control.  At first, he said yes.  However, later he declined, saying that after he researched birth control, he found out that often times weight gain is a side effect.  Knowing I am in the process of loosing weight, he did not believe that was a good idea.  

He does not want to discuss our personal lives, but he researched birth control for me?!  That's one of the most personal things a guy can do.

Disneyland Cancelled

Because Matthew has asked for money for his retail store, I have asked him to cancel our planned New Years vacation to Disneyland.  He agreed to do so, but for other reasons.  He said the chick who was organizing the trip for 10 people for the week actually did not negotiate a good package.  The rate would have been $2500, not counting the Disney tickets or anything else.  That is not even worth considering for two people.

In the meantime, I have decided to stay home & plan something for New Year's Eve.  I am thinking dinner & then a burlesque show, with a dozen close friends.  Maybe a party bus to take us to the event.  I also decided to stay at home, rather than see Matthew for New Year's Eve, because I am tired of having to do the whole "I-wanna-be-your-boyfriend-again" dance.  I will, of course, invite Matthew to the festivities, but he will likely say no, considering he will not be my only focus.

More Organizing Connections

I connected with five more people, while being a wrench wench, who are interested in organizing the manual labor company I work for part-time, when I am not whoring.  I forwarded their email addresses to the Local's vice-president who will invite them to the next organizing meeting next month.

Although the big push will take place, at the beginning of next year, through our website, Facebook & twitter account, much of the introduction to the concept is in person.  I am in the perfect position to do just that, considering I am charismatic, intelligent, & "one of them".

As things progress, I become more excited & positive. :)

Misdemeanant

If a person commits a felony, they are a felon.  What is a person called who commits a misdemeanor?  They are a misdemeanant.  Now you know too.  I looked it up, because my conviction was a misdemenor & I was looking for some bad ass title for what I was.  You know a little "street cred".  But no.  Misdemeanant just sounds like some kind of fetish.  Sigh...

Labor Organizing Whore

I am in the process of organizing the company I do manual labor for part-time, into part of the local union.  I am in the perfect position to do it, because unlike others who are afraid to loose their job, if their activies are discovered, I have no fear, because as a whore, I have a job that pays substantially more, along with giving me benefits.

My dirty secret is that I am organizing out of revenge.  The office of the company I am attempting to organize had a position that I wanted for years & I told the owners that several times.  However, when the position was vacated, the rumor is they gave it to the daughter of the owner's neighbor.  That could just be a rumor, of course.  However, in the end, they never said anything to me.  They didn't even announce the position opening to anyone else I know of.  As frequently as they mass email everyone in the office, that would have been very easy to do.

Yes, I know it is arrogant of me to believe they would even consider me for the position.  Perhaps they believed that I was not a good match.  In the end, it doesn't matter.  They did not give me or anyone else the opportunity to apply.

Beyond that, the company is the lowest paying in the industy, although it is the busiest & quiet possibly the most profitable & they do not offer benefits to anyone in the field.  Recently, when I asked one of the new owners if the field people would be getting a raise anytime soon, he said "We will reevalaute things in about two years."  Two years?!

I really love this company.  I love the people.  I love the places we work.  I love the equipment.  I love my work & take pride in it (That's pretty obvious, consider I could be sucking cock, as a whore making $800 a day, rather than $19.50 an hour doing manual labor).  This company & the other people who are not as lucky as I am deserve my time & energy to organize.