Sugar Daddy relationships

Hey guys it's been a looong week.
So I thought I would bring and interesting subject to the table. Can sugar daddy relationships be defined as a form a prostitution?
Think about it.

It's a younger girl perhaps a student who is in need of financial assistance and an older wealthier man who is looking for fun (which nine times out of 10 that fun constitues sex)

Some girls would like to argue that he's paying for time well spent, but basically that's just the easier way of saying he paid to get into your pants.

Maybe there is some truth to it. After all there are some girls who say he pays justs for their companionship and sex never comes into the picture. That's not completely unheard of but I'm thinking that is very very rare. A sugar daddy is looking to have fun, and to spoil his sweetie at the same time.

I think I'm suited to my line of work because I am sexually attracted to older men. I know what I enjoy and whom I like to spend time with. Older men are more passionate and by far the most interesting.

But anyways I would love to hear your thoughts on issues such as that.

This Week's schedule:

* Find a new appartment

* Start budgeting my funds
(no more careless spluring on louboutins)

* Focus on schoolwork

I haven't gone in for work today. Not that it matters. I have a comfortable amount of money resting in the bank. And I don't feel like running my feet into hell sauntering about in stilletos.

I prefer lazily lounging on my sofa. Vibe humming softly in one hand, a good book nestled in the other.
It's hell trying to turn pages though.

Oh and on another note:
R.I.P. Marilyn Chambers.

xoxoxo

V.

A gander at the porn shop

It had been an exhausting day and I was tired. I was like death on wheels. I had spent the majority of my time spent after work nursing my wounded feet (teetering around in gucci no less!) and lounging about at a barnes and nobles.
So I decided I was going to take a trip down to the porn shop. After all isn't a vibrator a cure all? I mean the vibrator is a girl's best friend third to diamonds and shoes

My phone rings.

"Helloo?"

"I HATE you I postively HATE you"

"well I love you too L"

L is kind of my roomate of sorts. Except she doesn't pay rent, borrows my clothes, eats everything in the refridgerator and is completly and totally insane. She's also exceedingly gorgeous and I've fantasized about going down on her quite a bit.

"Wait! Damn how'd you figure it was me? Oh psshh nevermind what are you up to Luvie?"

"I'm commencing vibrator shopping, my other one has seemingly disappeared from my room"

silence on the other end

"your not suggesting I've stolen it now have you?"

I hesitate for dramatic effect. L in response goes bonkers.

" Ohmygawd you know that I would never do that I mean right? You can seriously believe-"

"good god L shutup I was only kidding besides every girl could use more than one vibrating friend"

"ohhhhh I know-god men are so easily replaced"

I push my way into the porn store. The fat kid at the counter grabs for my I.D.

"No cell phones"

I look up at him

"Are you serious"

He sighs

"The politicians just don't want to be photographed buying their daily wares in the porn shop"

"You'd think they just come out with it all ready. . After all they have elliot spitzer"

We laugh

"I think that's what they are afraid of"

He noddeds me in and I kinda take it all in. ItsPORN
delicious frivolous outrageously airbrushed porn. My heels click nervously on the berber stained carpet.

A gigantic outlet poster of some platinum blonde with breasts the size of bowling balls is peeling on the wall and the air smells stale. I sigh with dissapointment I'd had expecting something more glamorous but truth be told it was just as seedy as it looked on the outside.

There was something for every fetish. Enormous sumo cocks gleamed up at me from their glossy magazine packages, fierce trannys and chicks with dicks massacred firm bum holes and cheerleaders with tiny pink tits and pigtails winked at me. It was a little bit awe inducing to see so much porn in one place but that wasn't why I was here.

FINALLY sex toys!

The whole back wall was dedicated to them. I almost instantly got a jolt in my pussy. I looked over them carefully.

"Jenna's jewels"

"Daddy's Rays corn hole popper"

"Jenna Angels vibrating shlong"

(ps what is up with porn stars and the names Jenna and Jesse and the like. Can't they come up with something more sexy like Mulva or Sistah Suck-off?)

There also was an enormous selection of anal beads, bullets, gelly dildo's, strap ons, penis pumps and cock rockets. I stiffled a laugh as I ran my finger of a box of Insta-Pussy!

I ended up settling on a large rimmed vibrator with velveteen skin and bejeweled at the end. Ahhhh now this was a cock. The hung black stud on the back made a thumbs up sign!
I was sold.
I snatched it off the wall greedily and paid for my treasured purchase.

As I made my way out, I peeked inside the bag. The clerk had included a pack of double AA battaries. Apparently my little masturbitory needs were fairly obvious.

I suppose the rest is history.
I got to my house and promptly began skewering myself with my new found toy.

The joys of a filthy frig! It's a love affair dont you know?
Why?Haven't you heard?

I'm dating my vibrator!

The oral rules

I think every girl and boy enjoys the benifits of a well orchestrated head. It's delicious is it not? A mans hot lips nestled sweetly between your legs, his warm toungue bringing your warm breaths and little squeels to life or the jolt of pleasure a man gets when she slides her mouth slowly onto his hot cock.

Well I've decided to pass a bit of time and under the guise of fun and few artfully placed alcoholic drinks. Me and a few girlfriends commenced writing the oral rules.

1.) All things that go into your mouth onbviously should undergo observation first.

Any colored bumps?
Your out!
Any splotches?
Your out!
Your out!
Your out!

2.) everything should be impeccably groomed.

WAX ladies and unfortunately men this includes you too. You must groom There is nothing more disgusting than the male bush. ( I hate to get this disgustingly visual after all I am a lady no matter how naughty. But no dame wants to pick hairs out of her teeth)

I rest my case.

The same for ladies. A girl should fresh and impeccably groomed and delightfully smooth.

3.) weird odors are NOT to be tolerated.

EVER! (gross)

4.) for men:

Trim the beardy fellas. It's pretty sensitive down there and it's feels like a Brillo pad. A reallly painful one.

5.) for the women:

Trim the Brillo pad. It's scratchy. And weird. Smooth is the way to go!

Now pertaining to oral GODS!

You very few men and woman deserve medals for your spine tingling
Toe curling orgasms.

xoxoxo

Adieu lovers.

Becoming one's paramour: my training begins.

Men are decidely visual. No matter how much one hates it or delights in it we can be sure that men are entirely tantalized by visions of the flesh. So what is a girl to do? Especially if your not genetically blessed as others. (wallow in self pity and eat everything insight?) -perhaps . . .

Or one can simply educate themself. How you might ask? Well like it or not beauty is a depreciating value so if your searching for a conquest or man of caliber be prepared to have your wits about you

Bringing intelligence to the table with the right blend of essential elegance and grace can do wonders for the most average of girls. Of course there are the attractive men who decidely shallow and rich. Who care not for the intelligence and charm of a woman but are rather salvatingly enticed by a female form (curved or not) a silly giggle, a twitter of nothing, and the bat of a fake eyelash. Let me tell you something darling. Your missing nothing! It is these men who are decided bores in bed. Selfish and so self assured that I CAN assure you they are very unorgasmic. Men like that never get a girl off. Unless if they're foreign . . . (a bit of a bias I know)

But I am a firmly believer that you can have anything you want or desire if you know how to handle yourself. The ugliest girl in the room can get the hottest guy if she posseses the right presence charm and the right words.
I've seen it.

Anyway on to my current training.

What's on the menu:

* electrolysis appointment

(although I've been a long time advocate of the Brazilian since. The advent of sex in the city, I'm more charmed by the thought of FOREVER hairless)

* opera training.

(I've been blessed with a set of pipes and I throughly enjoy a nice operetta so I intend to extend and better my range:

To get the full experience of what I suggest YouTube:
Yma sumac -gopher mambo

Such delicious thrills her voice gives me so I aspire to that level of perfection)

* bollywood dance/geisha dancing

( have you ever seen a bollywood film and seen the exsquisite hand movements? Like wise with that of a geisha. Talents for any parmour's aresenal)

* language:

(my goal is to learn Arabic French and Italian currently I'm studying Arabic. Being bilingual is important)

* pole dancing

(simply because I love it. I've always been amazed by the agility of the dancers)

* acting classes

(I've always had a penchant for drama and theater)

* shopholics anoymonous?

(hahaha but seriously eBay is like heroin to me. The other day on impulse I splurged on a pair on magenta pair of studded louboutins. I need to save money. Perhaps hire a driver for engagements and altogether began saving -after all they do say we are in a depression!)

* igor lebochowski's conversational hypnosis
(I've always been interested by the mind)

* a good study of the Quran
( inshallah)

* the salsa the mambo the waltz.

(sometimes a client may actually hire you for a an engagement)

* literature

(poetry by rumi - Muslim poets are very romantic after all they don't call then Arabic love songs for naught.

There is much much more but I'm terribly sore and tired and I have a full day tommorrow so I'm afraid I'll have to continue on the morrow.

Until next time lovers.

Adieu

Ah la vie en rose

As I sit here in my pink lounge robe typing away furiously in my heart I know I'm doing the right thing. Becoming a courtesan is every inch of me it's in my soul. I am so young. Too young perhaps, in school in a busy city. But my body burns frequently I day dream heated sexually innuendo's that leave me breathless and my hand coiled naughtily between my thighs. I know this will be such a great experience so I must document it.

It has been snowing and I've been reading the poetry of rumi all night.
I wouldn't say I'm two people. I work a part time job for a well known company in fashion and yet something is missing. It was this! I can hardly wait to began.