Firstly, I should mention that I slept with the guy from Halloween one more time since then - a simple booty call. He still wouldn't let me touch his cock, and after we fucked he told me this story about a girl he thinks he was meant to be with, who ended up with someone else. I could tell he's quite broken, and we haven't seen each other since.
Anyway, aside from that, I have been stripping since the second week of December. It's such a crazy world, totally enlightening to be surrounded by gorgeous women comfortable in their own skins. I can have completely naked conversations with completely naked girls and no one feels strange in the slightest.
It's hard work though, and the hardest thing for me has been adjusting to the sales part of the job. Which is 99.99% of it. I don't like sales, I don't like being fake, and I don't like taking advantage of people. But that's what I'm having to learn to do- sell, sell, sell. However the industry's been really dead the past few weeks, so I've taken some time away. Hopefully the clubs will be busy again by March and I can stick with it, because I love being self employed and working my own hours.
It can also be a huge turn on, and I've realised how much of an exhibitionist I really am- I totally get off on having people watch and admire my body and the way I move.
In other news, New Year's Eve was absolutely lovely, I went to a quiet gathering until after midnight, then moved on to a really big house party nearby. I ended up talking to an English guy, bearded, rugged, dishevelled kinda look, but in the sexy way. Smoked joints with him and his friend in the yard 'til they wanted to go home. He asked me if I wanted to go with him, and I said yes, even though I couldn't tell if he wanted me or if he was just being polite. At the house, the three of us ended up sitting around a table, and I still couldn't figure out whether or not I was getting vibes from this guy. So I decided to leave. He walked me out the front of the house, and offered to walk me back to the party. I said it was ok. Then he asked me to stay over. Finally. It was quite hilariously awkward, we were like teenagers who didn't quite know how to make a move. I moved closer in and we kissed. There was chemistry and he was a gorgeous kisser, so I went back inside with him. His friend had gone to bed, so we moved up to his bedroom. We smoked another joint and talked for a bit, and then we fucked for a good two hours. It was great, I hadn't been laid in a while, and hadn't been down on a guy in even longer, so I really enjoyed having someone who let me totally explore his body. He fingered my ass while I sat on his cock, and it was nice to have some raw, uninhibited sex.
I have a lot more stories to come, but don't want to cram them all into the one post, and I'm feeling a little tired and frazzled right now so I'll leave it there for the moment. But I'll write soon. I have recently had the best sex of my life, pulled a 'straight' girl, and fucked a guy with the hottest body I have ever seen, and I have to brag about all three incidents.
And dear fuck I love this picture.
And dear fuck I love this picture.
