i have to admit i miss Sydney clients. they're so much easier to deal with. straight to the point. not so much fucking around. it's all business and there is more of them
already booked before i got off the plane i had to beat them off with a stick. not a smart thing to do. you should grab them while they're hot for it. fags are fickle little buggers. i know because i am one.
it's sunday now. i have been lazy. lazy with writing, but i've working my tits off with workin' and rootin'. no point in saving myself for work. being too spent for a job is not so much a worry. i try to remind myself even my half-arsed efforts are better than when someone else is using their whole ass
this morning i got a call from a fellow. he's into a bit of kink. he likes being effeminate and dressing up like a lady. "are you okay with that?"
no. i think you're a filthy fucking pervert and i want to smash your jaw and beat the shit out of your faggot ass, but a hole is a hole, i couldn't a fuck. "yeah, that's fine," i say
"i like a bit of role play. a dominate man, i love big muscled stocky guys."
"well, i'm big"
"oh great. and i beards. i love beards. i love guys with beards."
"i have a beard growing. i rough ginger beard."
"oh good! you have a very deep manly voice. i like the sound of it"
that's actually my tired and hung over voice, but what whatever gets that little pussy of yours wet...
"i like stockings and suspenders and high heels. i'm small. 5'4" and 6kgs"
the only thing more offensive than a man not behavinglike a man is someone who mixes metric and imperial measurements. no respect! fuck! i'm gonna rough this little bitch up!
"can you be here as soon as you can?"
"how about 10:30? is that enough time to get your hair and nails done?" i've asked this question many times of friends as a means to insult their masculinity. i said it last night as a friend mentioned he only had 2 hours before his date. i have to admit this is the first time, i said it in all seriousness. i don't want to rush a lady. i want sharp eyeliner and i want those lips to pop before i slide my cock between. i don't want a hot mess on my hands. i don't want a busted tranny. i want her to be sickening!
see what RuPaul's Drag Race has taught me. i'm not too old to learn
i've never fucked a tranny before. okay, that's a lie. but i do think the more fucked up a job is the more excited i am about doing it.
since she likes men and beards i'll be wearing my lumberjack ensemble complete with worn blue wifebeater and workboots. i'm gonna give that bitch beard rash for a month!
already booked before i got off the plane i had to beat them off with a stick. not a smart thing to do. you should grab them while they're hot for it. fags are fickle little buggers. i know because i am one.
it's sunday now. i have been lazy. lazy with writing, but i've working my tits off with workin' and rootin'. no point in saving myself for work. being too spent for a job is not so much a worry. i try to remind myself even my half-arsed efforts are better than when someone else is using their whole ass
this morning i got a call from a fellow. he's into a bit of kink. he likes being effeminate and dressing up like a lady. "are you okay with that?"
no. i think you're a filthy fucking pervert and i want to smash your jaw and beat the shit out of your faggot ass, but a hole is a hole, i couldn't a fuck. "yeah, that's fine," i say
"i like a bit of role play. a dominate man, i love big muscled stocky guys."
"well, i'm big"
"oh great. and i beards. i love beards. i love guys with beards."
"i have a beard growing. i rough ginger beard."
"oh good! you have a very deep manly voice. i like the sound of it"
that's actually my tired and hung over voice, but what whatever gets that little pussy of yours wet...
"i like stockings and suspenders and high heels. i'm small. 5'4" and 6kgs"
the only thing more offensive than a man not behavinglike a man is someone who mixes metric and imperial measurements. no respect! fuck! i'm gonna rough this little bitch up!
"can you be here as soon as you can?"
"how about 10:30? is that enough time to get your hair and nails done?" i've asked this question many times of friends as a means to insult their masculinity. i said it last night as a friend mentioned he only had 2 hours before his date. i have to admit this is the first time, i said it in all seriousness. i don't want to rush a lady. i want sharp eyeliner and i want those lips to pop before i slide my cock between. i don't want a hot mess on my hands. i don't want a busted tranny. i want her to be sickening!
see what RuPaul's Drag Race has taught me. i'm not too old to learn
i've never fucked a tranny before. okay, that's a lie. but i do think the more fucked up a job is the more excited i am about doing it.
since she likes men and beards i'll be wearing my lumberjack ensemble complete with worn blue wifebeater and workboots. i'm gonna give that bitch beard rash for a month!
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