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See-Saws and Superwomen
My Clark Kent life is finally not going completely to shit and back - gentlemen, offer up that wood right now but I won't knock it - better things to do with it...lordy, first sentence and I've runned-on-ward to sexyland already.
Forgive me. Or don't and consider me a very naughty girl ;)
m is a good sub because he's not completely doormatty - ugh, hate that. he's developed into a clever little companion, of phone calls and live sessions.
he's intrigued by my Careeristy stuff, the desire to build, shape, control and influence an empire - it worked for Oprah, so why not aim big? Fuck - if I don't make it that high, I know I'll land somewhere better than where I've been, and that's what really matters.
I'm turned on - incredibly so - by his quiet little displays of devotion. He writes good correspondence - there's always a letter waiting. Some are sweet, some spicy, some tame and some on the other side of the moon waving at that cute little blue star in the short shorts.
Did I mention how much I love summer, lovelies? I can't go out in the public without watching a girl with legs the length of heaven and back strut around in a little band of cloth some earthlings would call "shorts". If I was a guy, it'd be permanent flagpole city in my pants - gentlemen, I don't know how you control that... you know - /drive/.
big shit on the move - contractual shit, consultancy shit again - plus I'm starting to get and maintain momentum. I am a determined snowball rolling down a hill near you.
I still like collecting - God, help me, I love men. I wouldn't turn away a man based on race, but I gotta say - this superwoman's kryptonite is nerdy looking white men. generally brunettes.
not only do I like 'em pale, I likes 'em old - I love the look of outrage on the public's face when I do it, too - wha? She's /19/ and he's /48/ ... what does she see in him?
(small voice) ...everything. I've laughed, cried, howled, raged, paced, thrown up my hands and declared the end of the world more times than I can count ... and my boys in their smug-without-meaning-to-be-smug way of being oh so older than me remind me that no, the world isn't ending, but yes, you should still hold onto that insurance policy. and pay my taxes on time. and remember to call my mother.
now, m is 26 to my 22 - so the gap between us isn't that big. in fact, it's usually the other way around - serious me trying to school playful, childish m.
however, i know m in real life... and he's very serious in teh boardroom, which I find sexy too.
so now you know some of my preferences. i also like them professional, in that "love hearing about what you do, the struggles you face and the daily small victories" way - I don't give a fuck about other peoples' cash. having money spent on me doesn't arouse me....being taught how to /make more cash/ systematically does.
i'm working on some real estate marketing and when my mentor was talking i noticed a wet spot on my chair! LMAO making money turns a girl on, what can I say?
strangely enough, the escorting and dommery was arousing because of the transfer of emotion and feeling more than any of the getting money aspect - strange, huh?
the see saw is starting to balance out - I can sex up Clark Kent a little bit - I tortured a stocking fetish boy at work without raising a hint of suspicion - LMAO I rule! - and save the more ... interesting pieces for my private little Superwoman world
I'm hopelessly dominant - we tried role switching but m is more/less looking for Loving Female Authority - and I'm more than happy to give it to him. I enjoy causing a light case of mental distress, in a sadistic way - but only when I know that he knows it's merely an illusion.
He's grown on me. I got rushed to the emergency room in May, lost a friend late June, had a major conflict with a friend early July, and now, just now, I'm starting to finally come back into my own... all with him in the background whispering, holding, reassuring.
I swear I came home from work ... walked to my car and called him, in tears. "I can't...I just can't bear all of this!" I howled, kicking and screaming.
I raged for five minutes about everything and nothing - you know, you get riled up about Problem A ... but really, Problem A is just the gateway to Root Cause B - J ...yeah, it sucks haha get it B to the J to the ...in your mouth.
it's late and i'm sleepy. i'm in a good mood. i have gotten to sleep over at m's house - mmm, it's nice to be held to snuggle ... oh yeah, without it costing me points. you know what i mean. i'm not /that/ much of a softy, but by god, when I wanna be held, that's what I want. when I want cock...you get the idea.
*giggles* I can still say cock around here, right? ;)
for those of you just tunin' in ... I come back to tell stories. my time as part of the escorty and beautiful (okay, I'm cute - y'all ladies outshine my power tripping ass hardcore with a passion) is long behind me. I still have friends here so I tune in and show that I care. :)
oh yeah. I write LONG posts. they're stream of consciousness. i write about whatever i want, but usually influence, control, power play, role switchin', domination, woman-led society fantasies and money makin' are the themes you can find.
oh, and worshipping Alton Brown. and Anthony Bourdain. My GOD - yeah, I'd probably go sub for Tony ...it's the earring. it melts the panties off women, you know it's true!
love that salt and pepper hair and that wild look in his eye - I bet he's got no problem gettin' women.
oh lord - the things that women who aren't escorts say about escorts. every girl on this site can probably replay the conversation I overheard at work a million times - the details themselves are irrevelant.
what amuses me ... is "escorts are bad people", supposedly...yet these broads are crowing about how they "got one over on (name)" - he's giving her a diamond bracelet, lightin' up her neck and paying for her tattoo's, paying her car note and blah de blah blah...
okay, and when you can't work, where's your savings? nothing lasts forever and it kills me when women allow the outside world to dictate their decisions ...
now then. there's NOTHING wrong per se in gifts - I'm not a gifty gift girl because it's not in my nature (I have to really bite down and accept the kindness) - but why slam a woman who is bein' honest when you're trying to play that "love is all that matters" while really having a "hands up, cash out" mentality
it's the bait and switch. i mean, you can't say shit about me being an escort as a bad thing when you're crowing to the rafters about that idiotic (name) who is feedin', clothin', spendin' cash on you and what are you giving in return? ....
wait for it.... p-u-s-s-y ...sound familiar?
okay. going back to my little boat and not letting that nasty ass water in ... I don't want to drown.
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