Random Notes from San Francisco # 2
June 30, 2008
More updates on life in San Francisco.
I went to the Dyke March Saturday night. There were, literally, tens of thousands of women there. Wow! All races, all shapes, all sizes, all cultures, all nationalities, all…queer, or supporting of queers. I strongly dislike the word dyke, but I unabashedly support the intent of the gathering and the march. I felt a bit out of place, actually. I was the only one I saw alone, and of course, since I’ve only been there a few days, I just accepted it and went on. I met some people, talked to them, and made a mental note to next year wear something rainbowish. I don’t even own anything with rainbow colors in it. Perhaps just some rainbow paint to cover my boobs would be fine, since that is about all some of them were wearing anyway. Women had children there all dressed up in rainbows, and kids wearing shirts that proclaimed “I have two mommies.” 
Allegedly at some point before I got there, there was a mass removing of shirts and self breast exams, encouraged by a doctor on the stage. 
The energy in that mass of people was absolutely electric. I have often wondered what the big deal was about these kinds of things, but after having been there and seeing these women celebrate being able to be open about who they are and the crowd feeding off itself, I question it no more.
Near the gathering was a set of booths; among them one set up by SWOP, the Sex Worker’s Outreach Project, whose purpose in life is fighting for the rights of sex workers, and the destigmatization of sex work in general. It was nice to chat with people I’ve corresponded with via e-mail or comment posts on other blogs.
There is also a ballot initiative this fall that would basically decriminalize prostitution within SF County. California has what’s called “Home Rule,” whereby counties may enact laws that apply to citizens of those counties, even if they contradict state laws. You can find out more HERE. You can find out where to find ESPU to sign the petition HERE.
Yesterday morning was the Gay Pride March, which occurs just a few blocks from my apartment. With traffic detours all over the place, the already massive traffic that occurs in my area was even more hosed up than normal, so I elected to watch it live on TV. There was a LOT of celebration of the recent ruling by the California Supreme Court regarding same-sex marriage. You can see photos from the march HERE. It is just so cool to live in a city where this kind of celebration goes on.
My first SF appointment has been confirmed for Saturday. The Giants are playing the Dodgers at 6PM, and I will be meeting my client at his hotel room around 4. We’ll probably have a quick fuck, go to the game, and celebrate the victory (or loss?) at his hotel afterward. I have two other potential clients that I’ll screen today, and a unique inquiry from someone who claims to be an agent acting on behalf of a famous (or actually, infamous is a more appropriate word) movie actress who might be interested in my services. More on that as (if) it develops.
Kelsey (apartment girl) came down to wash her laundry yesterday afternoon while I was popping in and out. She seems drawn to me; she has no problem talking to me about anything. Sadly, she has a boyfriend. But I am not against going all Marina & Jenny on her (Fans of the first season of The L Word will know what I am referring to).
I will be taking a wine tasting class soon. I figure I might be going out with people who enjoy drinking wine, and since I’ve never been a drinker of alcohol and have no knowledge of it, it is time to get in there and at least gain some rudimentary knowledge about which wines go with which foods, etc.
The air quality here has sucked the past few days. All of the fires burning in California are causing some major headaches with the air quality, and it is very perceptible here, even though there are no huge fires near SF. There are fires burning southeast and northeast of here, quite a ways from SF, though.
My sleeping schedule is SO fucked up right now. Quite frankly, I’m not sure it will ever get on anything resembling a regular schedule. All of my classes this fall are evening classes, and with clients being seen at different times of the day, I may end up with life being a series of intermittent naps.
I ordered a pizza delivery yesterday, and it was the worst-made pizza I’ve ever seen. It tasted good, it just was made poorly. Idiots.
I applauded the SCOTUS ruling regarding the Second Amendment this week. I happen to own a Beretta 92FS 9mm handgun, and was licensed to carry it in Florida. I rarely did, but if I wanted to, I could. Here, even though California has a carry law, the counties can decide whether or not they want to allow people to carry them, and the fuckwits here in SF County don’t issue carry permits. Maybe my black belt in TaeKwonDo will suffice if something happens. 
It is about 5:30 in the AM here, so I think I will go back to bed and…take another nap. 
I’ve Found Something I Like…
June 27, 2008
about San Francisco, and its name is Cockblock.
Yesterday, I was in a mood. One of those moods I get in when I haven’t had sex in a few days. And though I’d had sex on Tuesday with Nikki, that was…different. As I described here, that was more of a “making love” kind of thing rather than an outright fuck. I needed to be fucked. And given what I experienced at Cockblock the other night, I thought, well, that seems like it’d be as good a place as any to pick up a woman who knows her way around the female body. And, gosh, was I ever right.
No sooner than I walked in, alone this time, I was being hit on by all kinds of women. I went out to the dance floor and watched a few people dancing for a bit, and within a couple of minutes, a pretty brunette came up and grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the dance floor. We danced for a few minutes, and then we switched partners. Within the span of about 10 minutes I had danced with another couple of women. Then she came back to me and we started dancing again. Then we started making out. For the record, she kissed me first.
I worked my way back behind her, put my arms around her and yelled into her ear over the driving music, “Are you in the mood to be with someone tonight? For a one time thing? No strings?”
She turned around to face me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me again. “Does that answer your question?” she yelled over the music.
I grinned, grabbed her hand, and dragged her toward the door.
“Hang on, I have to get my stuff.” She went and got her bag from a friend (was I stealing her from someone?) and met me back near the front door. I took her hand again and pulled her, literally, to my car. We hopped in and drove the one and a half miles to the garage at my apartment. When I stopped, I got out and went over to her side of the car. As she stepped out, I pushed her against the car and kissed her, pressing my body against hers. My body was literally throbbing with excitement; I’d never just gone out and picked up anyone before for the sole purpose of taking them home and fucking them. But I needed this. I wanted this. I hoped she had that same energy in her right this second.
I grabbed her hand again and pulled her to the elevator, pushed the button for my floor, and we continued kissing each other during the short trip up. I wonder if they have security cameras in those things? I hadn’t bothered to notice the handful of times I’d been in them. This girl knew how to kiss, and knew where to move her hands, and at the time I didn’t give a shit who was watching.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. I pulled her down the hall to my little flat. As we went through the door into the apartment, she pushed me against the wall and started kissing me again, and running her hands up and down my sides, trying to work her way under the corset I was wearing. I reached around and untied the back of it and let it slide down where she had unobstructed access to my chest. She immediately took advantage of it. In retrospect, as cheesily theatrical as it sounds, it was to me somewhat reminiscent of the scene in Loving Annabelle* where Annabelle and Simone begin to consummate their simmering relationship.
“Bite them, please.”
As she dug her teeth into my nipples, I reached down and began masturbating myself through my pants, bringing myself to the first of many orgasms I was to have in the span of the next couple of hours.
I reached up to her and began unbuttoning her top. She started helping me, so I moved my hands down to unbuckle her belt and get rid of those pants. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and force her into orgasmic overload. We moved to the couch, and when I finally got her pants undone, I pushed them down to her ankles. She was wearing boots and it was next to impossible to get them off as quickly as I wanted to, so I told her to grab her knees and pull them toward her. She complied willingly, and exposed her cunt to me. I barely made contact with it before she started screaming. Oh, god, she was a screamer. I had wondered if the walls in our building were thick enough to keep the neighbors from hearing what happens from one room to the next, and I guess in the next few hours I’ll know, perhaps.
We took turns lavishing attention on each others’ special parts, kissing, licking, sucking, biting….fucking. She was good. Really good. It was nice to be with a woman who knew what she was doing. The vast majority of women I’ve been with had to be led or coached, or given permission to do what I wanted them to do. Not her; she knew what I wanted, what I needed, and knew she didn’t need to ask permission. She’d known that since we were on the dance floor. My question to her at the club was tacit permission to take me; to fuck me.
When I asked if she wanted to play with the strap-on, she didn’t even blink. “You bet.” After two hours of unconstrained, rabid fucking, we began to wind down. I’d had six orgasms, which is just one short of a session record for me, and we were both just too exhausted to continue. We had taken turns forcing each other to cum, and the lower half of my body ached from the repetitive orgasms. As I’ve said in the past, mine typically last between 30 and 45 seconds, sometimes as long as a full minute, and are very intense. I have no idea how many she had. It was at least six. Not that I was counting.
We laid on the bed for a little bit, she with her head between my legs, resting on my thigh. I have no idea how long, really. I was in such a state of bliss that I wasn’t overly concerned with what time it was. This type of hookup was new to me, and I was unsure about what we were supposed to do next! Apparently, she knew where to go, though. “Are you ready to take me back to the club?’
“Sure.” I crawled over on top of her, pushed her hands out on the bed above her head and we engaged in a long, sensual kiss. We got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out of the apartment. It occurred to me that anyone in the halls who’d heard us might see us leave. I’d be doing the walk of shame from my own fucking apartment!
But no one was around. It was eerily quiet, punctuated only by the sound of blood coursing through my ears. I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest - my entire body bristled from the excitement of having been consensually taken with such unabashed vigor.
We took the elevator down to the garage and headed over to my car. When we got in, I leaned over and kissed her again. “Thank you for that. You’re quite good.”
“So are you. It was totally my pleasure. Do you come to Cockblock often?”
“No. This is only the second time I’ve been.”
“You need to get there more often then. I show up every once in a while. A lot of interesting people there.”
“Do you do this often? Go home with someone from the club?”
“Not often, no. It usually has to be someone who really grabs my attention.”
I just looked over at her and smiled. I drove her back and pulled up along the curb. She leaned over and kissed me. “Thanks for the sex.”
“Shit. Thank you. I needed that. Badly.”
She took her index finger and ran it down my cheek, “I’m glad we could help each other out. See you later. I hope.”
She got out of the car and walked off. I drove back to my apartment, took a shower and crawled into bed with my body still tingling.
Yeah, I think I’ve found at least one thing I like about San Francisco.
I hope I see her again soon. I don’t even know what her name is.
* The song playing at the beginning of the scene is All Over Me, sung by Erin Kelly, the girl who plays Annabelle in the movie. It is one of the top 10 songs in the playlist on my iPod.
“Where do you work?”
June 26, 2008
In this post, I made reference to an interesting conversation I had with the girl who processed my rental application for my apartment in San Francisco.
One of the questions on the application is “Place of Employment.” Naturally, I wrote “self-employed.”
“I see you are self-employed. What do you do?”
How to answer that question. I knew I’d eventually encounter the interrogatory, but I hadn’t expected it so soon! I just got here! Fuck.
I am a firm believer in being open about anything sexual. But my job is in many ways technically illegal, and being to “open” about it means running the risk of being arrested. So what do I tell people when they ask what I do for a living? That has implications not just in this moment, but for the future as well. What do I say?
I am a sex therapist.
I am a relationship counselor.
I am a professional companion.
Nina likes to refer to me as a professional slut. Would that work? Um, probably not.
Does it really matter? As Belle Du Jour intoned at the beginning of Showtime’s, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, “Escort, hooker, prostitute, whore, I don’t mind what you call me; that’s just semantics.” [I have yet to see that show, btw]
The point is correct, of course. It is just semantics. Prostitution is prostitution. Prostitution is illegal.
I could say any number of things; I could lie, or I could tell the truth. The way you frame it and the context you place it in often determines how it is received on the other end. I had to decide if I trusted this girl enough to explain to her I fuck people for money.
“Well, I was a dancer in Florida. Dancer, as in stripper.”
“Really? We have a couple of women living here now who are strippers, actually.” It didn’t even appear to phase her. That was a good sign.
“No kidding. I guess I’ll like it here, then.” (laughter)
“Will you be dancing here?”
“No.” And I explained how when we came to SF back in January we’d researched the clubs and found that, in most of them, the dancers were expected to “service” the customers.
“So the dancers fuck the customers?”
“In many cases, yes.” I was encouraged by how freely she used the word “fuck.” That tells me a lot about someone when they’re not afraid to use that word in front of people who are, for all intents and purposes, strangers. The fact that she used it with us indicated that she was comfortable with us. We’d been talking for quite a bit up to this point anyway, and I had already started play flirting with her like I do just about anyone else that has any sense of gregariousness about them and whom I find attractive, physically or psychologically. “In my opinion if you’re going to have to fuck the customers, you might as well do it for real and play it safe. So that’s what I decided to do.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m a pro.”
*blank stare from her*
*eyes pop open*
“You’re a…hooker? I mean, um, wait, what are you saying?”
“I’m an ‘escort.’ Are you familiar with that term?”
“Sort of, I think. Isn’t that what they call the higher end…well, hookers?” (laughs)
“Basically, yeah.” *waits for response*
“Well, I don’t really know much about that kind of stuff. You’re not planning on using the apartment for that, are you?”
“Oh, no. Hell, no. The apartment is my sanctuary. I’ll be seeing clients at hotels or their houses.”
“Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”
I went on to explain some of the basic ideas behind the job and how everything works, including the screening of clients and so forth. She seemed genuinely interested in what I was telling her. I got no sense of judgment from her and no indication that she’d do anything with the information other than store it in her own memory banks.
“So, how much do you make as an escort? On your app here you indicated your annual income is around $50 thousand.”
“I suspect, or rather hope, that it will be far more productive than that.” And I explained how the pricing works and so forth. We spent a few more minutes discussing how I got into this, that I was using it to pay for college, and what I planned to do after I got my Master’s, blah, blah, blah.
“Wow, sounds like you have it all planned out. I’ll definitely say you don’t fit the stereotype of a hooker.”
“Thanks for that. ” (laughter) “I would prefer that you not talk to anyone about what I do. Like I said, this is to be my sanctuary and I’d prefer that no one who lives or works here know what I do, if for no other reason than my own personal safety and privacy.”
“Oh, I understand completely. I won’t say anything to anyone. I think it is very interesting and I’d never do anything to get you in trouble.” She also reiterated that I couldn’t use the apartment for work, since it was illegal and doing illegal stuff would get me tossed out on my ass.
And with that we finished out the paperwork, went up to the apartment to take a look around and make any notes about deficiencies in the apartment (we found a few minors ones), and she turned over the keys and access card to me.
“So you’re going to be a sex educator when you graduate?”
“I hope so, yes.”
“You know a lot about sex?”
Nikki busted out laughing when apartment girl asked the question. “She knows a LOT about sex. She’s even taught me a thing or two.” Nikki put one of her famous seductive grins on her face and winked at me playfully.
“Are you two…a couple?”
“Yes. We’ve been together for about three years, more or less.”
“So you’ll be living here, too?”
“No, she’s got a job in Miami and will be leaving next week to go home.”
“Wow. That’s…weird. So you’re going to be here by yourself, going to school, and working as an escort?”
“Yep.”
(To Nikki) “And you’re okay with that?”
“Sure.”
“Well, it’s obvious you two have a special relationship. I don’t think I’d like my partner fucking other people, especially for money.”
“I understand. And to characterize our relationship only as ’special’ would do it an injustice.” We spent a few minutes walking through the apartment and talking about why I moved to San Francisco, school and so forth. Kelsey (apartment girl) seemed to be genuinely at ease with me, and she continued to ask little probing questions about how I was going to configure my life around work, school, and living apart from Nikki. When we were done, we headed back downstairs to the office.
“I guess that’s it, unless you have any questions?”
“No, I think we’re good.” And with that I owned an apartment.
The larger issue here, though, is how I am going to explain to people what I do for a living. Some people would be fine knowing I was an escort, some wouldn’t. Some would be judgmental fucks and immediately dismiss me, of course, as if it were just that easy.
The reality is that I don’t know what I’ll tell people. I know in college, you usually go around the room and introduce yourself to the class, telling people, among other things, what kind of work you do. I find it very easy to tell people I am/was a stripper. But telling people I am an escort would be…well, different. Largely, of course, because some parts of the work may be illegal. It is possible someone might even turn my name in to the police for investigation if they found out I was an escort. So I have to tiptoe around it. I’m not ashamed of it at all, and if it weren’t illegal, I wouldn’t have a problem telling people I fucked other people for a living. Honestly. With as many women in this country who do this for a living, it is a fucking shame that we can’t be honest about what we do.
I do like the sound of “relationship counselor,” though.
“What does a relationship counselor do?”
“Well…”
I could tell everyone that I am a professional slut. That’d confuse the fuck out of them, wouldn’t it?
What about “professional companion?” I like that, but I’d have to explain what that meant as well. And someone would still make the connection.
*sigh*
Random Notes from San Francisco # 1
June 25, 2008
Random notes from San Francisco:
One thing I won’t miss about Florida is the threat from hurricanes. However, the move to SF just presents a new set of risks. To wit, earthquakes, and wildfires. Now that I think about it, I think I prefer the occasional hurricane.
My sleep schedule is fucked up, what with us being three hours behind where I am used to being. I keep waking up at 4 or 5 in the morning. That sucks. Now that Nikki is gone, my sleep schedule is really FUBAR.
The street outside my apartment is busy. Very busy (read: noisy). And I live somewhere near a fire station. I love fire trucks, though. I always have. I wonder to myself if I will get tired of the sirens going by. Fortunately, I live on the back side of the building, so it’s not as bad as it could be, but it sure isn’t the quiet little street I lived on in Fort Lauderdale.
We did laundry this weekend at the laundry room in the apartment building. A few of my neighbors passed through, and most of them seem pretty cool. So far, no one skeeves me out or screams “psycho” at me.
The bad thing about living in a downtown area is the lack of (free) parking when you go shopping. Fortunately, I’ve found a decent grocery store about a mile from the apartment, and there is Westfield Mall, which is a HUGE shopping center within walking distance of me. This is where SFSU has many of its graduate programs, including the human sexuality courses I’ll be taking this fall (and is why I got my apartment where I did). Bloomingdales and Norstrom also have stores there. Guess where someone will be buying new clothes? They have a theater, a gourmet grocery store and, importantly for me, a Victoria’s Secret and a Fredericks of Hollywood.
Oh, and shit blows up downtown from time to time.
We did have a little bit of fun before Nikki left. We went to Cockblock Saturday night. Oh. My. Fucking. Gosh. We’ve been to dance clubs before. Frequently, in fact, in the Miami area. But this was our first time going to a lesbian dance club. And, just…wow! You know, I’ve written in the past about the differences in sexual interaction that take place between and man and a woman and between two women, and nothing could be more demonstrative than what I experienced at Cockblock. There is this power differential that exists between men and women, and when women are hanging out with men, we are always on the lookout for…stuff. You know what I mean.
When you’re in a group of women, though, it is totally different. Everyone is a co-equal, by and large. There is this incredible sexual energy that exists in these groups, and that energy is allowed to be expressed without reservation here – you can feel it, you can smell it, you can even taste it. In mixed company, that power disparity is not only painfully obvious, it inhibits everyone, on both. I hate that about the sexual dichotomy we have in our culture today, but I don’t know that we’re going to be able to do anything about that in the near term.
Anyway, we danced to the wee hours of the morning. I lost count of how many women I danced with, and how many I made out with while grinding and bumping on the dance floor. I know it reached 10, and it kept going after that for a couple of hours. I don’t recall ever being in any place before where I wanted to go home with the majority of the people there!
And every time I saw Nikki dancing with or kissing another woman, I just got so turned on, so it kind of fueled itself. We made it back to the hotel room and had some incredible sex. I couldn’t go to sleep until around Noon Sunday. Was that local time or home time? I don’t even know. I have two clocks, once set to local time and one set to Eastern Time so I’ll know what time it is at home. I hope I don’t accidentally head to class or an appointment on the wrong time. 
Anyway, I hope to get out and explore some this coming weekend. I’ve asked Kelsey to show me around and she has yet to confirm. I need to go down and flirt with see her.
Gay Pride Month starts here tomorrow, and involves several days of interesting events. One of the things I looked forward to most about coming here was the openness of the LBGTQ community, and I don’t think you could get more into it than participating in some of the events going on as a part of that. There’s a “Dyke March” on the 28th, that I’d like to go to in Dolores Park, but I detest the word “dyke” even if it has been embraced by the lesbian community here.
This “Random Notes” thing is liable to become a regular or semi-regular thing with me. Hope you guys don’t mind me just rambling about life here. 
She’s Gone
June 25, 2008
Nikki’s gone.
I dropped her off at the airport last night - she had to return home to Florida to go back to work and take care of the house. This will be the first time I have ever truly been separated from everyone I know. She’s been my companion, my friend, my lover, my soulmate continuously for the past three years. And now she’s gone.
Not gone as in permanently gone, of course. But she’s on the opposite side of the country now, a phone call or text message away, but too far away for me to reach out and touch, too far away to hold and kiss, too far away for us to share those knowing glances at one another.
I came home and cried myself to sleep, waking several times throughout the night. Each time, something was missing. Like many other couples, we have our own special, silly lexicon we use to communicate with one another in those little cutesy moments when no one else is watching. Toe wub is one of those cute (to us, cheesy to others, perhaps) little phrases that holds a special meaning to us (wub = a slight perversion of the word “love”). When we go to bed each night, our feet will find each others’ and our toes will rub gently on the other’s. That’s toe wub. You’d think strippers, who spend a huge amount of time on their feet, would have nasty feet, but that’s not the case with us. We take great care of our feet and our little toesies, and we’re always arguing playfully about whose feet are softer than the others’!
That toe wub reflects more love for one another than even sex does for us - it is how we connect even in those little smidgens of time in the twilight when we’re drifting off to sleep or coming out of a sleep. When one of us stays up later than the other and comes to bed with cold feet, the other will warm those feet with toe wub. And I am going to miss that more than anything. I can and do enjoy sex with many people, but toe wub is shared only between the two of us. It has more meaning to us than sex. We often joke about being connected from head to toe. We think alike, have similar personalities (though hers is more introverted), and have roughly the same IQs. We’ve always been connected mentally, emotionally, spiritually. And that connectivity at the end of our toes completes a circle of the two bodies, the two spirits, the two beings.
We did spend three hours yesterday before we left cuddled up with each other in the bed, making love and just enjoying the physical and emotional connectivity that being swaddled under cotton sheets and a down comforter affords. Nikki and I rarely “make love.” Usually, we fuck. But yesterday was different. We have long since transcended the point where sex is the primary (or only) mechanism we use to share deep connectivity with each other. Our primary connectivity lies with the emotional bond between us; the sex is usually a physical enjoyment of each others’ spirit. And, since both of us are free spirits, our sex often reflects that - wild, unconstrained, passionate. But yesterday was different, much more tender, loving, a total enjoyment of all that we are to each other. We laughed, we cried, we came, we snuggled. We just…shared those last, precious few moments together.
It is hard to overstate how much this woman means to me. It all started with a chance meeting at a pool party I threw at my house when I was 14. She was unknown to me at the time, but I noticed her. I noticed that, even at that age, she possessed a kind of self confidence that I had seen only in myself. We spoke only briefly, and even though we shared some of the same classes, we didn’t really talk again until she and I experienced the the most incredible moment of our lives some seven months later.
We tested each other throughout high school, almost at a competitive level to see who could outdo the other. We shared a book report assignment in an English class that, unbeknown to us at the time, would set a course for our lives that no one would ever have predicted. We both graduated high school in the top 5% of our class. We went to the same colleges, enjoyed the same activities, worked at the same places, had identical sex drives and philosophies about how sexuality should work in relationships. We shared heartaches when we experienced problems with boyfriends. The only perceptible difference between us really is that I spend all my free time on the computer, she spends hers watching TV (soap operas, mostly! :lol:), talking on the phone, and reading books. We even randomly simultaneously (literally) bust out singing parts of songs we hear on the radio. We may have had three serious arguments in the eight years we’ve known each other. We could be, for all intents and purposes, mirrors of each other.
Nikki is the one who held my hand under the table to comfort and steady me when I decided to come out as bisexual to my parents. And she laughed with me, hugged me, and kissed me when they told me they already knew. Nikki is the one who encouraged me to change my life focus to sex education and sexual empowerment of young women because she knew how intensely I felt about it, yet was too tentative to actually make that jump without someone pushing me over that edge.
We’ve been together, physically, emotionally, since that fateful New Year’s Eve. Sure, we’ve each gone away for a few days and left the other alone, but always with the knowledge that we’re coming back. That won’t happen this time. Not in the near term at least. We’ll be on opposite ends of the country - different places, different states, different time zones, different jobs, different lifestyles.
Nikki, I know you read these things, and I want you to know how incredibly, incredibly special you are to me. I love you. I truly love and respect you like no other individual I have ever known. You have always been my biggest fan, my staunchest advocate, and my best friend. I appreciate your support of me and the path I have elected to take - you have absolutely no idea how much that means to me. I’ll be back to you in fairly short order, but I am going to miss you, and your toes, so incredibly much. 
*sends Nikki virtual toe wub*
My First SF Appointment
June 24, 2008
I had a gentleman request an appointment with me last week, and was finally in a position within the past couple of days to work on screening and verifying him. And, I am happy to report, I have my first official San Francisco appointment set up for 8 hours on either July 4th or 5th, depending on his work schedule. The agreed upon figure is $3K. He’s a regional VP for a software company and money didn’t seem to be an issue for him.
We’re going to a San Fransisco Giants baseball game, and then partying a bit afterward. One of the primary reasons he requested me was the fact that I list pro baseball as one of my favorite pastimes. And though I am an Atlanta Braves fan at heart, I can root for the Giants for that kind of money.
I am to report to his hotel at the appointed date/time, we’ll go to the game, and then come back his hotel for some post-game celebration. He’s requested I wear some sexy jeans and a top that “shows [me] off,” so it seems he wants some arm candy for the game. He’s in his late 30s and apparently has season tickets - the seats are right along the first base line, so the game should be fun.
We’ll see how the post-game festivities go. 
Smilies on RPD
June 23, 2008
Because I enjoy interactivity with my writing, I have added a few smilies to the standard issue ones that come with WordPress. You can use these in the posting of your comments here on Real Princess Diaries. On the right-hand side of each of the smilies is the code used to generate the smiley. When you type it, do so without the spaces that are present here.
: lurk :
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: kissy :
: twisted :
: - D
: lol :
: !!! :
: mrgreen :
: sad :
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: hugs :
: cry :
: rollseyes :
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: shock :
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My First Time
June 23, 2008
Many people have asked what my first experience with another girl was like. I never used to write about it publicly, though I’d hinted at some things here and there, and told many in private some of what you’re about to read. If you know anything about me, you know how intense this experience was for me - so much so that I consider it the watershed moment in my life thus far (not just sexually - it opened my eyes to a lot of what makes me me). I’ve said many times that this experience literally defines me to this day.
The “Nikki” here is the same Nikki I am with today. After this experience, we remained close friends throughout high school, sharing each other physically when we weren’t attached to someone else (always boys), and using each other as a sounding board for those things that teenage girls deal with as they move through high school. Since May of 2005, we’ve been an official couple, and this is the first committed relationship with another female for the both of us. Our relationship, however, is an open one, and has been since we became official. I know those are hard to understand for some people, and I’ll try to explain more about that in the not too distant future.
This was written some two and a half years ago, and is written in language I was comfortable using then. I don’t know that I recall thinking about what happened in the exact terms that I use here for the most part, though the feelings I embrace here are most certainly the ones that went through my head at that time. Some of it will sound silly, but the thought processes of a 15 year old are not the most rational to begin with as a general rule. I have not edited the story from when I originally wrote it. I believe my writing has matured somewhat since that point, but I thought perhaps you might glean some nuggets about me not only from what transpired itself, but how I wrote about it just two short years ago.
At the time, I was already very comfortable with my sexuality for the most part, and had already had sex with Matt, my boyfriends who’d just moved away to another state. Up to this point, however, I’d not even given the first thought to having sex with another girl, and I think that is why this was a watershed for me. It awakened something within me that, today, I fully embrace as a central part of who I am as a female, though at the time it caused some serious internal conflict. Nikki, too, had also been sexually active, though I didn’t know it at the time.
With perhaps a couple of exceptions, those of you who read this didn’t know me two and a half years ago. At the time I rarely allowed myself to become vulnerable. I still have problems with that to an extent today. Revealing your innermost thoughts about something so intensely personal as this puts it all out there for everyone to see, and allows for an examination of what makes one tick. Despite my inclination to hold back a lot of that with respect to myself, I do think these kinds of things help the reader understand why some things mean more to me than others, and why I view things in certain ways.
I had had (and continue to have) several people, other girls mostly, ask me what my first time was like. So I wrote it both as a testament to what Nikki and I have together, and as a tool to help other girls understand that the thoughts and feelings they experience with an attraction for another girl are nothing to be scared of. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Most of you who know me see me as the one who initiates stuff, but here you’ll see how that was not always the case. :P Anyway, I hope it sheds some light on things for you.
December 31, 2000
Ever since Matt had left, I had been feeling kind of down, and was terribly excited when I was invited to a New Year’s Eve party that was being held at a friend’s house a few blocks down. My parents were concerned, though, that there’d be some drinking going on. I told them I was sure there wouldn’t be, even though I knew some of the people there would likely be imbibing to one extent or the other, simply because they felt like it was okay to do so given the nature of the party. Oddly enough, that was to be the least of my concerns this evening.
My parents dropped me off in front of the house, which was decorated with balloons and other party decorations. There were quite a few people there already, most of whom I knew only casually. There were a handful of people I considered good friends, though, so I spent much of the evening chatting, drinking soda and snacking with them. Someone suggested we play some kind of game, and being the group of teenagers that we were, we of course had to put some suggestive fun into it. Someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare, and most everyone seemed to acquiesce to that. A few people, apparently knowing how these games usually transpire, found other things to do. Of course, not wanting to be a party-pooper, I jumped right in. I was given a Truth to tell whether or not I had smoked anything before. I hadn’t, so I told the truth.
I had answered a couple more truth questions and I got hit again. This time I was dared to French kiss another girl for 10 seconds. That girl turned out to be Nicole, or Nikki, a girl who had been in several of my classes, and had been to the first pool party I had, but had otherwise drawn relatively little notice from me at school. Although initially hesitant, Nikki agreed to do it just so the guys wouldn’t win a point. I wasn’t really excited about it, but wasn’t bothered by the fact that I was going to be kissing another girl – it just seemed different. Nikki was very pretty – a lean brunette with an extremely nice body, a dark tan not unlike mine, and was dressed impeccably. I just assumed that she would have been as tentative as I was about kissing another girl, but she didn’t appear to be the least bit phased by the dare. Everyone started saying things like, “make it a real kiss,” “don’t cheat and just touch lips,” and “she won’t do it.” I wasn’t sure which “she” they were referring to, but a dare was a dare as far as I was concerned. I went over to where Nikki was standing and we both grinned a huge grin as I leaned in to kiss her.
As our lips made contact, everyone started hooting and hollering of course, even the girls! I decided to get a little playful with it and kind of pulled back a little bit and let my tongue play across her lips. I guess she sensed what I was doing and reciprocated with her tongue. I reached up and put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her just like I had done my boyfriend not two months earlier, and Nikki kissed me back just as passionately, and everyone went crazy. I definitely felt a spark during that kiss – it was hard to characterize for me because I’d never felt anything like it before. As we broke off the kiss, one of the guys said, “That is the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.” Everyone seemed to enjoy the little show, and I have to admit that I felt a little flustered when we were done. Everyone was still talking about the kiss over the next couple of rounds and everyone kept saying that if I got picked again, they were going to dare me to kiss Nikki again. The game ended rather shortly thereafter, though, as some other people showed up and distracted everyone.
Once we were finished with the game, Nikki had gone outside. I followed her, and when I approached her she got a big grin on her face. I asked her what she thought about our kiss. She expressed a little bit of embarrassment, but said that she thought it was incredibly hot, and that she’d never kissed another girl before. I told her that I hadn’t either, but I sure hoped it wouldn’t be the last time, and giggled. Nikki looked at me and asked if I really meant that. I told her that I most certainly did. Nikki then tells me that she, too, though our kiss was very erotic, and wanted to know if I would kiss her again. I must have gotten a shocked look on my face, because she apologized for apparently taking my words the wrong way. I explained to her that she did not need to apologize; I was simply caught off guard. I told her I didn’t think it would be a good idea to kiss again right here where everyone could see us, and suggested we find a quiet place that we could go try it again. We both giggled and went off into the huge house to find a room not being used.
We made our way upstairs to what appeared to be a guest bedroom, and we shut the door as we walked in. I was as nervous as I had ever been about anything in my life to that point, but the feeling I had experienced kissing Nikki the first time had had a powerful effect on me, and I was determined to explore it a little further. As we shut the door, I pulled Nikki by her shirt to me and our lips met once again. The feelings I experienced were electrifying – not so much because I was kissing someone, but because I was kissing another girl and I knew that it was taboo. I was caught up in the tremendous sensations of enjoying the taste of Nikki’s lips (bubblegum-flavored lip gloss), the softness of her touch that was unlike what I had experienced with Matt, and the sweet smell of Nikki’s perfume. Perhaps the best word to use might be intoxicating – for that is a very accurate characterization of how I felt. We kissed for quite a few minutes, just playfully teasing each other’s lips and tongues. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next.
Nikki put her arms around my waist and drew me closer, as if that were possible, and proceeded to kiss me down my cheek, to my neck and then lightly nibbled on my ear. I thought to myself, “Oh, my god, what is she doing?” I suppose she sensed some hesitation on my part, because she stopped and asked me if I wanted her to go any farther. I asked her what she had in mind, and she said if we kissed each other, we might as well spend a little bit of time playing around, if I felt like doing that. I asked her if she had any problems fooling around with another girl, and she laughed. She said she’d just kissed me passionately, so she couldn’t understand why I would think she’d have a problem fooling around a little more than we already had. She said she knew that some girls in our school had done stuff with other girls, and that she was curious as to what it would be like. I wasn’t sure how to react, because this had come as a surprise to me that what she was saying might be true.
I asked Nikki, “What do you do to a girl?” To which she responded that she didn’t know, we’d have to play with it and see what happened. She pulled me closer to her and kissed me again, darting her tongue into my mouth. I gave in and responded in kind with my tongue. Nikki started to move her hands under my sweater and I got weak in the knees – so weak that I had to sit down. We sat on a couch-like piece of furniture and resumed making out, and Nikki started going under my sweater again. This time I just let her. Her hands were incredibly soft as the glided around my waist and up my back. I followed suit and proceeded to mimic her actions. She moaned lightly and asked me to take her sweater off, which I did. I then unzipped her bustier and took it off, exposing her tits to me – she wasn’t wearing a bra. This was the first time I had ever seen a girl’s breasts in a sexual situation, obviously, and was taken aback by the look of them for a few minutes. I regained my composure and took off my shirt, then reached around and unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. Nikki reached over and grabbed my tits with her hands, and I did likewise to hers. She moved her mouth down to my chest and took my right nipple in her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds, followed by licking it, and then moving over to the other one to lick it as well. After she’d done that for a few seconds, I pulled her face back up to mine and kissed her again, and then moved my face down to her chest and repeated what she’d done to me. The sensation of sucking another girl’s tits was incredible. There was more mass there to pull into my mouth than there had been with Matt, so it felt different to be able to actually suck on a breast. I teased her by lightly biting on her nipples, for which she moaned lightly. I thought to myself, this is fun – I see why guys like doing it.
I finally decided to make the next move and began unbuckling Nikki’s jeans. She was wearing a belt that was identical to mine, so it took no time to loosen it and unbutton her jeans. I attempted to slide them down over her ass, but in our current position, this proved to be a little more difficult than I was prepared for. Nikki reached down and pushed her pants down herself and we just laughed. Then Nikki undid my belt and pants, and we both got up and stepped out of our pants. Here we were, both of us standing there in our underwear, with our bodies exposed to each other. This felt incredibly intense, yet very tentative, not unlike the first time I had gone through a similar process with Matt. I pulled Nikki to me once again and we kissed some more, and I suddenly felt Nikki’s hand wandering south toward my pussy. I immediately got chill bumps, and Nikki just laughed. She finally got there and slid her hand between my legs and cupped my pussy – I jerked at the feeling. Nikki asked me if I ever played with myself down there, to which I of course answered “yes, frequently.” “Me, too,” she said, giggling. “Can you make yourself cum?” she asked. “Of course,” I said, not realizing at the time that many girls have problems achieving orgasms through masturbation.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?” she asked. I had tasted myself on my fingers after masturbating and on Matt’s lips after he’d gone down on me, so I answered affirmatively. “Me, too” she said, and then followed it up with, “I’ve always wondered what another girl would taste like.” I had to have blushed, though I doubt that Nikki could tell since it was relatively dark in the room we had commandeered. I told her that, though I’d never given that any thought, I suppose I, too, would be curious as to what another girl’s pussy might taste like. “Well, do you mind if I find out?” Nikki asked. “Oh my gosh,” I hesitated. At that very moment I wanted nothing more than for her to go down on me – my pussy was throbbing with anticipation. At the same time, though, I realized that we were entering uncharted territory and that if someone walked in on us we would be incredibly embarrassed and I’d never be able to face my friends or anyone else at school afterward. Still, the heat of the moment demanded that I say no. And I did. Nikki moved her way down my belly, kissing it as she moved southward. She got down onto her knees, and started pulling my panties off. I must have been thirty shades of red. I could feel my face become flushed, and was glad that she was unable to see me fully. Not that I was embarrassed to be naked, but that I was naked and about to have sex with another girl. Nikki told me to pull my legs back so she could get to my pussy, and I obliged her. Nikki made a comment about how wet I was, and that I must be enjoying myself as much as she was. When her tongue and lips made contact with my pussy, I jerked again, but she didn’t let up one bit. She explored my pussy with the same hesitancy that Matt had exhibited the first time he made his way into the forbidden territory. This, of course, was not unexpected, given that this was her first trip into a pussy from that angle as well. She eventually made contact with my clit, however, and I let out a yelp, and tried to silence it as quickly as it had slipped out. I let out a muffled “Oh, Jesus,” and she responded just as anyone paying attention would be expected to once they’d found the special button that every girl knows as the center of her sexual universe. She spent maybe 30 seconds working my clit with her magical tongue and I sensed that warm tingliness that portends an orgasm building deep within my being.
Instinctively, I reached down and pulled her face into my crotch even tighter and it seemed as though she intensified what she was doing just that much more. I distinctly remember thinking to myself that she had managed to bring about my orgasm so much faster than Matt had ever been able to, but attributed that to the fact that I knew this was forbidden territory. Still, my orgasm came about with an intensity that I have only rarely experienced, even in my most heated sexual encounters since that night.
It is amazing what someone can do with a talented tongue when it is applied effectively on a clit. In the hands of an appropriate master, the tongue can levy an incredible sensation, not unlike what I expect Nirvana to be like. I continued to pull Nikki’s into me, and I came all over her face as she continued to work her magic with her tongue – so much so that I had to stop her once my orgasm began to subside due to the extremely intense sensations that I was feeling. She stopped using her tongue on me and backed up. I just looked at her and told her that that was *the* most intense orgasm I had ever had. She climbed up on top of me and kissed me – she had my juices all over her face, and I could taste myself on her. She began to grind herself on my leg, and I stopped her. “Wait, I want to try doing that to you,” I told her, not wanting to pass up what at the time seemed like it might be my only opportunity to try something so taboo. She stood up and quickly dropped her panties, and told me that it won’t take much, and laid back on the couch next to me. I got up and moved to my knees, grabbed her knees and lifted them apart, and moved in for what was going to be my first taste of another girl. I, too, noticed how incredibly wet she was, and realized that if I didn’t perform correctly, she might not achieve the same results that I did, and it occurred to me how badly I would feel if that happened. No pressure.
I kissed my way up her leg, similar to what I had done when moving in to give Matt one of my excellent blow jobs, and I could feel her tense up with anticipation. I am not 100% sure that she wasn’t already on her way to the big O, but I knew I was going to do everything in my power to bring her off. I got to her pussy, and could smell the scent of sex. It is hard to characterize it, though I didn’t even attempt to do that then, but it is a musky scent that is unique to a girl’s private regions. I found the scent to be incredibly erotic, and this just made me all the more focused on making sure that Nikki came as powerfully as I did. I moved in and pushed my tongue in between her pussy lips and moved it up to hit her clit. She hollered something unintelligible, and I hoped that she would realize that if she kept that up we might be found out. Still, I attacked her clit with my tongue and lips, alternately sucking and licking it, and within a minute or so, Nikki, too, had her first girl-induced orgasm. Whether or not she’d taken the cue from me, she reached down and pulled my face into her crotch as she began to tense up and climb that mountain that can only be described by the word “orgasm.” I pushed my tongue against her clit and moved it in little circles and Nikki began to moan louder and her body began to get incredibly contorted. Finally, it broke loose. I remember thinking to myself how proud I was that I was, apparently, giving her the same intense pleasure that she had imparted into me, and continued to lick her clit until she, too, could take it no longer and pulled her waist back from my face. I pulled back, unsure of what I should do next, but then I remembered that she had kissed me when I was on my way down the other side of my orgasm, so I reciprocated.
As my lips met Nikki’s, we shared a very passionate, lingering kiss, savoring each other’s juices and smells. All the time I was thinking to myself that I hoped this was not the last time I ever got the opportunity to do this. I had enjoyed the tastes, the smells, the sounds, the *feeling* of having had such an intimate encounter with another girl. Perhaps the naughtiness of it made it so much more intense than it might otherwise have been, but I didn’t care. I had enjoyed it, and I was pretty sure Nikki had as well. Both of us just laid there for the next couple of minutes – I was wondering what we were going to do next. Nikki put her arms around me and held me, and I just luxuriated in the moment, unaware of anything else going on anywhere else on the planet. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Nikki just laughed out loud and said, “What do you think, silly? Oh, my god!” I just laid there for a moment. “What do we do now,” I asked. Nikki replied that she didn’t know, and wondered what I suggested. I said we should probably get dressed in case someone wandered in, but secretly thought to myself that if someone were to enter the room with two girls sitting alone in the dark, they could only think one thing in all actuality. We began discussing how we were going to handle the “situation,” such as it was. This obviously changed our relationship, but how we just couldn’t figure out. Though we didn’t bring up the subject of being girlfriends, Nikki did tell me that she had often daydreamed about being with me, in a platonic sort of way, during a couple of classes that we had together. She told me that she’d thought I was very pretty and liked the way I interacted with people, and wanted to be like that herself. I thanked her and told her that I didn’t know of anything I did differently than anyone else to the best of my knowledge – I was just being me. I told her that I had noticed her, but that she seemed so quiet that it never occurred to me that she was anything other than the shy, reserved type. We spent a good bit of time just talking, and occasionally sharing a kiss or two before we decided that we needed to get out of there.
As we put our clothes back on, we discussed the fact that we couldn’t tell anyone about what we had just done – it would be a secret only we would share. At that time, I was sure that I would never tell another soul about what had just happened, while at the same time, hoping that I got the opportunity to do it again with either Nikki or another girl at some point. As I situated myself, I reached out and put my hands on Nikki’s face, and pulled her closer to me, and kissed her passionately again. She didn’t hesitate and kissed me back just as passionately. We spent another ten minutes making out – I could not believe how sexually charged it made me. I wanted to go another round, but knew that we would be missed if we stayed gone much longer. I told Nikki that she needed to go out first and I would follow shortly so that we didn’t appear to have been gone for the same amount of time to the same place. Nikki went to the bathroom next door to the room we were using and went back down to the party.
After she left and headed back, I went into the bathroom, sat down and cried, and thought about the meaning of all that I had just experienced. I was conflicted between the feelings that I had just experienced and the fear that I might be a lesbian. I had read various articles on the Internet about lesbians and knew that there was a stigma attached to that, not unlike what being a gay male engendered. At the time, of course, I was not aware of all of the ramifications of what had just transpired would bring about in my life. I knew, however, that I enjoyed the sex more with Nikki than I had with Matt, and wondered to myself if was going to be forced to just have sexual relations with guys in the future. I remember thinking to myself specifically that, if I could, I would have sex with both girls and guys in the future if the situations presented themselves, and wondered if I would ever get to “experiment” with Nikki again. I spent a lot of time over the succeeding weeks thinking about what I had experienced. I went back downstairs and rejoined the party. Nikki was talking with several other people and when she glanced my way, she smiled with a huge grin for which only I knew the full meaning. I wondered to myself if we were supposed to act friendly toward each other, or if that would be too obvious. I was completely unsure of what I was expected to do next. If it had been a guy, this would never have occurred in the first place, so I was at a total loss as to how to react. This was different, obviously, if for no other reason than the other half of the equation was a girl, and to the best of my knowledge, there were no two-girl relationships in my school. I certainly didn’t want to be the first and be the subject of all of the ridicule that would invite.
As midnight approached, most everyone was pairing off to have someone to kiss at the entrance of the New Year. One of the guys asked Nikki if she was going to kiss me, and she said she would if I would let her. Of course, I jumped at the chance inside, but I wanted to mask my enthusiasm outwardly and said I would let her give me a quick kiss on the lips. At the stroke of midnight, Nikki looked me and grinned and kissed me dead on the mouth. Again, lots of hoots and hollers from the partygoers. This time, however, we just mashed lips in a sort of awkward kiss that left everyone, including me, somewhat disappointed. :-/
As the party wound down in the wee hours of the morning, I entered the New Year completely unsure about where I was headed, what I was to become, and how I felt about Nikki, sex with guys, sex with girls, and everything in between. I wanted so bad to be able to hold Nikki, call her mine and be able to enjoy her, but I was unsure if I felt that way simply because of the physical feelings I had as a result of our sexual encounter, or if there was more to it. I didn’t know if we would get back to school and Nikki would ignore me and pretend nothing happened, or if we would become close friends. I had trouble sleeping that night, replaying the entire episode in my head, and trying to determine the various scenarios that might play out over the next few weeks and months.
On the Road…Again
June 14, 2008
Well, we got on the road about 5AM Eastern this morning, and have been driving pretty much straight through. Ran into a bit of traffic from time to time, especially in Orlando (which is in a perpetual state of traffic jam anyway). We’ve made it to the “Live Oak” exit on I-10.
It is now 1:15 PM Eastern, and we just got done with lunch (Burger King), so we’re headed back out. I think we’ll probably stop in Mobile, Alabama tonight (about another 5 hours down the road), though we may go a bit further than that if we feel like it.
We discussed it a bit, but there were no orgasm contests on this leg. :-(
I’ll try to keep this as a running update as to where we are and what we do until we get to SF, for you stalker….I mean, um, for those of who who are interested.
So far, the highlight of this trip was driving by some plant near Ocala that apparently makes fire trucks and equipment! <3
EDIT: June 14th, about 11:15 PM. We stopped and ate at TGI Fridays and then drove on to Mobile, which is where we’re staying tonight. We’ll get up tomorrow whenever we feel like it and get on down the road again. We plan to shoot for the middle of Texas tomorrow.
EDIT: June 15th, about 9:50 AM. LOL! We slept WAY in this morning and took our time getting ready. We’re headed out in a few minutes towards the west. Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there.
EDIT: June 15th, 9:42 PM. we made it to a little town west of Houston this evening. We’d started to stop before we got to Houston, but figured it’d be best to go on through so we didn’t have to deal with rush hour traffic tomorrow morning on our way out.
We passed through Louisiana on I-10 and you could still see a LOT of places where they haven’t cleaned up hurricane damage. It is still an impressive sight in a good chunk of that state. It sprinkled on us a bit coming into Houston, but so far the weather has cooperated with us all the way around.
Nikki won the orgasm contest today, coming in with an O at 2 minutes, 37 seconds. So I have to pay up here shortly before we tuck ourselves in for the night (see the comments below).
Tomorrow we’re going to head to some place in western Texas, perhaps where I-10 and I-20 meet, maybe further if we feel up to it. We can’t slack and leave late like we did today.
EDIT: June 16th, 6:32 AM Central. We’re getting an early start this morning, once again headed west. Enjoy your first day back to work.
EDIT: June 18th, 10:55 PM Mountain. Whew. Sorry for no update last night. We were in the middle of Bumfuck, Texas, with no decent data connectivity on my Blackberry, and some technical issues that prevented me from updating the site.
I got ready to get online tonight and got a “Bandwidth Exceeded” message. I had to contact the technical folks to get my blog back online! What a crappy 24 hours.
Last night we made it to a small town in western Texas, about 20 miles west of the junction of I-10 and I-20. Tonight we made it to the west side of Phoenix. I think with a little extra effort tomorrow we could make it to SF. BUT, my hotel reservation doesn’t start until Friday night, so we may take some detours and do some sightseeing.
We had a bit of fun today. We drove part way with the top down on the convertible. Several truckers honked at us as we went past, and after a few of those, well, you know how it goes, we started flashing them our boobs. lol There’s about 4 dozen truck drivers (including some women, I might add) who have a vivid picture of the boobs from either of us today. Hope you guys enjoyed that.
I also got stopped for speeding in Arizona, between Tucson and Phoenix (13 miles over). Nikki and I adjusted our tank tops for the nice officer and, well, let’s just say I didn’t get a ticket. I’ll admit for a brief few moments, I was concerned that he was stopping us because someone had reported us flashing truckers! Talk about needing to clean my britches out!
I guess that’s the update for now. Being on the road this long apparently causes craziness, and quite honestly, it is getting old! So, I’ll try to let everyone know where we landed tomorrow night, barring any unforeseen technical issues.
EDIT: June 19, 10:43 Pacific Time. Three hours ahead of my normal body clock! Wow, this sucks. I feel like I should have been asleep for three hours already! lol
Traffic around Los Angeles sucks major ass for anyone who may not already realize that.
We did a bit of sightseeing today (more on that to follow), and ended up about 40 miles outside of SF. Tomorrow, I have an appointment to see my actual apartment and to sign the final paperwork on it, and then I can being ordering utilities, cable, etc. The moving company called me yesterday and my stuff is available for delivery whenever I want to schedule it, so it looks like I may be moving in as soon as next Tuesday. I’ll be in a hotel until then.
I had my first (potential) client sign up, and wants me for six hours (and wants to take me to a Giants game). I have to screen him, though, so I don’t know yet if he is legit or not. We’ll see.
My Blackberry doesn’t last all day if I stay on it a good bit. It went dead this evening and I didn’t even notice for a good two hours, so I need to catch up with my e-mail and whatnot.
I’ll post again tomorrow evening once I get settled in the hotel.
EDIT: June 19, 9:15 PM Pacific. I had a long, productive day today.
- Went and took care of leasing my apartment. This involved filling out an application, which required me to list my place of employment. My answer resulted in an interesting conversation with the 20-something year old hottie working with me. More on that later. Nikki has a bet with me as to how long it’ll be before we hook up. So far, I am winning!
- Went and got the utilities transferred into my name.
- Got my cable installation scheduled for Monday of next week. Yay for Internet access! <3 As long as I have that, I’m good, even without a bed to sleep on!
- Rented a post office box
- Got me a new local phone to use for work.
- Arranged to have my stuff delivered to the apartment on Monday.
- Spent some time in the apartment this evening trying to decide about what furniture to get and how to arrange things. It seems smaller now than it did in January! We’re are going to the furniture rental place tomorrow to find some stuff I like and arrange to have it delivered next week.
So, a busy but productive day.
The street outside my apartment is WAY busier (read: noisier) than the one by my house in Florida. That’s going to take some getting used to. It was “warm” here today, according to the local TV station - like lower 80s or so. I had to laugh. This is spring weather to me! I tell you what, though, traveling into southern California yesterday was like going through a furnace - temps well over 100 in some places. Wow!
This weekend, we’re going to go check out a club that the apartment girl suggested we check into. A place called Cockblock. Anyone heard of it? With a name like that, it has to be awesome!
Anyway, that’s it for today. I am glad the traveling is over, and how I am getting tired of living out of hotels, so I am ready to get moved in and settled so I can get on with life.
EDIT: June 20, 8:00 PM. Spent the day measuring the apartment and working with the folks at the furniture rental place to get some furniture that will fit. I think I picked out some nice stuff.
We broke the apartment in today as well, each of us taking our turns bent over the kitchen counter. They seem to be just at the right height for that kind of thing.
I flirted a bit with the “apartment girl” again today. I think she’s going to be fun to play with. I don’t know if she’s attached or not yet, or which side of the tracks she plays on.
I think this will be my final update on the travel post. From this point forward, I’ll resume posting new articles on specific subjects and whatnot. If that’s okay with you guys!
I hope you enjoyed traveling with me a bit. <3
I also want to thank those of you who wished me well on my travels. It is nice knowing that you have people out there thinking about you and wishing the best for you. Your comments and e-mails have been wonderful to read. <3
Smoothness and Eating Ass
June 13, 2008
I got my first Brazilian when I was 15. The spa that did it had a rule that they didn’t wax the pubic areas of anyone under 16 without parental permission. That was fine, because my mother had taken me there. She’d been having hers done there for a while by that point. It hurt, yes. Like a bitch. But the end result was so…incredible feeling that I haven’t looked back since. That’s been a good eight years now. Quite honestly, I just don’t even see how people shave.
There’s a scene in one of the Star Trek movies (of the Patrick Stewart flavor) where Picard’s Number One (Riker) has shaved his face and makes some kind of comment to Data about it being “…as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Data reaches up and rubs his hand across Riker’s face as if to compare and shakes his head to indicate, “Um, no. Sorry.”
The feeling of soft, smooth, waxed skin under your tongue is incredible, especially if you’re used to going down on someone who has been shaving. Shaving leaves bumps, there’s no way around it. Even a very close shave will leave little bumps that your tongue will feel as it glides over the soft skin you find in another’s pubic area. It only removes the hair at the skin line and above, and when you put a little bit of pressure on it, you’ll feel the ends of the hair follicles - it’ll feel a bit prickly even right after s/he’s shaved. And of course the hair starts growing back immediately, so within a day or two you have to do it all over again. If you’re one of those who also shaves the crack of your ass, you probably spend more time in the shower shaving than you do washing the rest of your hot little body.
Waxing pulls those hairs out, so there are no bumps to provide that friction that interrupts the sensation of your tongue moving across that supple (skin). You can ask anyone who’s gone down on someone who’s shaved and someone who’s waxed and they will tell you that the waxed version feels better.
Does it hurt? Yes. In some cases, fuck yes. If you take a couple of ibuprofen about 30 minutes before you go, however, it’ll go a long way towards reducing that. And some of the higher end spas even offer the option of a topical anesthetic now to help with the pain (at an extra cost, of course). I will say the more you do it, the less it stings each time. And that is all it is - just a sting. After a few minutes you won’t even remember it happened (until you go back, of course! ).
Some people say the pain isn’t worth it, and I guess if that’s how you feel, then that’s how you feel. Like anything else, you have to decide what feels right for you. And I’ve heard some people say things like “I feel like a prepubescent girl when I have all my hair gone,” or “My partner looks like a prepubescent girl without any hair.” Christ. I don’t know about you, but I don’t judge the age of my partner based on how much pubic hair he or she has.
And just a note of warning: Don’t do this at home. I know a lot of people prefer to try to do it at home to save money, or to keep from having their naughty bits spread out in front of some strange person. But folks, those lips down there are very sensitive (as anyone who’s cut themselves shaving will attest), and if you tear one of them, you will know it for quite some time. Brazilians are not that expensive - somewhere around $35 - $50 in most places, and the results last for 3-4 weeks, depending on a variety of factors.
I had originally planned for this to be a simple missive on Brazilians, just because it occurred to me that I am going to have to find a spa in SF that does good waxing. I’ve always enjoyed the sensation of actually feeling someone’s tongue sliding across my hairless cunt, and very much enjoy going down on a woman who’s similarly coiffed in the pubic area. That smooth, unimpeded movement of a wet tongue across the skin in that area makes it a much more enjoyable experience for both partners, IMNSHO. So I am going to have to find such a place in rather short order once I arrive in the city.
But you know with me it can’t end there!
The same concept applies when you glide your tongue up someone’s asscrack. The Brazilian removes all of the hair in there and around the anus as well. If you’re into rimming or eating ass*, there’s really nothing much more disgusting than digging into those little hairs that invariably surround someone’s asshole. And everyone has ass hair. Even you, sweetpea. I wish I had a dime for every time a girl has told me, “I don’t have any hair around my asshole.” Um, yes, you do, sweety. I’ve buried my tongue in it. It may not be as dense as the guys’, but it is there.
And of course, with guys, well, they have hair everywhere, right? Guys can get Brazilians, too, btw. I don’t think they call them that, but I know I’ve seen ads for them. And, as an aside, I wonder if that includes waxing the nutsack? Can you even do that? Just thinking of that makes me cringe in vicarious pain - I have to imagine most men would cry like little babies when someone yanks those scraggly little hairs out of that soft, supple skin.
Now, the little rosebud (or starfish, if you prefer that term) doesn’t have any hair on it itself, so burying your tongue right into the ass isn’t that bad. But if you’re like me, when you’re rimming someone, you want to run your tongue up and down the entire length of your partner’s asscrack, gently or not-so-gently biting that little curve of ass that descends into the crack itself.
And just a note for any of you who ever find your way into the crack of my ass, it gives me chill bumps when you bite me like that. If you do that, and do little pinwheel circles with your tongue right on my asshole, you’ll own me. Ummkay?
I have a way to teach people how to eat ass, too. It has been very effective every time I’ve used it.
Buy some ice cream topping. Not syrup, but the thicker “topping” they sell next to the jams and preserves in most stores. I use chocolate because it is my favorite, but many people can’t get over the color similarity between it and, shall we say, other somewhat unpleasant substances. If that’s the case, use butterscotch, caramel, or whatnot. Just get something thick that has some staying power and won’t run down your partner’s legs as you apply it.
Spread that stuff in your partner’s asscrack. Liberally. And make sure you get some right on the rosebud, too - don’t be shy. Use your finger to dab it on his or her asshole - you’ll get a kick out of the little tightening movement it does in reaction to your touch!
And then eat it out of there. Since it is so thick, it will take some serious tongue action to get it all out. Run your tongue up and down that crack, occasionally grazing the asshole itself, but save the little bud for last. Once you get to that point, just dig in with your tongue and get it out of there. The best thing that works is circular motions (and thus, how “rimming” got its name). That tongue action will arouse your partner, even if s/he wasn’t into it to begin with, trust me on that.
If the thought of putting your tongue on that dirty little hole squicks you out, take a shower with your partner and wash it. You can soap up a finger, penetrate the asshole with it and wash the outer ring without any problem at all (be sure you rinse the soap off well). Once you do that, though, it’ll be just as clean as any other piece of real estate on your partner’s body.
And, if you just can’t bring yourself to go have those asshairs yanked out by some stranger (who sees more anuses in a given day than most proctologists, I might add. Your’s won’t stand out, trust me.), have your partner shave it for you. Set up a towel on the floor in a well-lit area, get in the FDAU (Face Down, Ass Up) position, spread your cheeks, and let your partner use a regular razor and shaving cream and make your little bottom all smooth and hair-free. And then, bust out the ice cream topping and have him/her go to work.
I promise you, if you do it like this, you’ll have a new sex technique to add to your own personal sex repertoire. Once you get over the mental issues associated with dancing your little tongue all over someone’s asshole through the use of the ice cream topping, do away with it and just eat ass the exact same way you’ve been doing it with the topping in there. The topping serves to teach you how to do the tongue work, and you don’t need it. Obviously, if you want to keep using it, then do so, but the only thing you really need it for is an instructional tool.
A lot of people just can’t get over the association of the anal area with shit, but the reality is that the area has one of the highest concentrations of nerve endings in the human body. It is very sensitive to touch, including that of a tongue. Clean it and there’s no shit there!!! Rimming and eating ass make excellent alternatives to anal penetration if you’re not ready for that, but they also make for excellent anal foreplay in preparation of having that nice, thick cock buried deep into that back entrance.
