The Joy of Enemas
October 30, 2008
Sasha Grey explains how to do enemas, which are a good prep for anal sex, and are almost a necessity for really rough or hard core butt fucking. If you’re going to learn, learn from someone who knows WTF they’re talking about, right? 
73% of SF Voters Support Prop K.
October 27, 2008
Proposition K, which would, for all intents and purposes, decriminalize prostitution in San Francisco, enjoys the support of 73% of the city’s voters, according to CNN. This would be way cool in a great many ways if the polling is accurate and it actually passes.
H/T: Bound, Not Gagged.
Alexa’s Update # 13
October 27, 2008
We’re always told that perfume can have erotic effects on others, but why don’t we use our own, more effective perfume? In reality, we all get turned on by the smell of pussy, cock and sweat.
— Charlotte Roche, from Wetlands
Well, let’s see what’s going on this week.
One of the not-so-good things about having family dispersed all over the country side is trying to figure out who we’re going to go see on which holidays. We try to spread the love around, but there’s only two of us and only so much time. In many cases folks will try to go to a central location so the families can be together, and I think that’s what is going to happen this year with Nikki and me regarding Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I was planning on just going back home (Fort Lauderdale) for Thanksgiving, and then it changed to us both going to see my parents in Delaware. Now it looks like we’ll be traveling to Tennessee to see her family and mine, with my parents traveling down to Memphis where we’ll meet some of my family. We’ll fly into Nashville, stay with Nik’s family for a couple of days, drive down to Memphis to see my family, and then drive back to Nashville to fly out again. Whew.
Of course, it may change again in a week or two. 
I had a four-hour dinner date appointment with a client this week that involved water sports (pee play) during the sex. I sprang it on him (no pun intended, of course) and caught him completely by surprise; pleasantly so as luck would have it. He had four orgasms within the space of about 30 minutes. I am in the process of writing this one up because I think the way I handled it was pretty hot, if I do say so myself. [EDIT: You can read about this now HERE]
I’ll be traveling with a client to Las Vegas on November 8th and 9th - it had originally been scheduled for this weekend, but had to be changed as the result of some scheduling mix up on the part of his company’s travel department. It should be fun - my own hotel room, money to throw down at the casino, random bits of sex thrown in all weekend, and being paid for an entire weekend with one client. 
I almost always use the valet to park my car when I meet a client at a hotel (at the expense of the client, of course). Last night, I met a client at one of the more upscale hotels here in the city, and the valet was a young woman who’s parked my car at this hotel once before. She is perhaps 20 or 21, almost ambisexual in appearance, yet devastatingly attractive. She caught my attention the last time I handed her my keys and we locked eyes, but that was it. When I returned to claim my car she wasn’t there. Last night she took my car and looked at me for a second before she asked me if I’d been here before. I told her yes, and that she’d taken care of my baby the last time but wasn’t around for me to collect it when I returned.
As I handed her my keys, I locked eyes with her and told her that I didn’t want anyone but her touching my car, and that I’d reward her handsomely if she was there to give it back to me when I returned. She asked me how long it would be since she got off at midnight. I told her it’d probably be shortly after midnight, but I promised to make it worth her while to hang around if I was late. She stammered, “Okay,” and got a confused look on her face.
When I came back down and walked to the valet desk, I asked for her (by description - I still don’t know what her name is). The attendant told me that he thought she’d left. I explained that, no, she told me she was going to wait for me. He looked at me funny, then picked up the phone and called someone. “She’ll be out in a minute.”
When she came out, I handed her my ticket. Her hand lingered at mine for just a second and then she went off to retrieve my Spyder. When she drove up and got out, I handed her a $100 dollar bill, and leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you.” She was still standing there as I drove off, too stunned to react I think. I see this client fairly regularly at this hotel, so we’ll see what develops with this over time, if anything. I’ll be anxious to see her reaction the next time I drive up.
Some of you may have read that I’ve added some features and capabilities to the web site. Some of this was to give me some form of feedback (in the form of ratings), and to allow you guys to share specific articles and posts with friends and other acquaintances. I added the ability to make polls, too, purely for entertainment purposes. I am already working on some posts wherein I can use some new polls as well. If you guys can think of any other features you might like to see on the blog, let me know - something perhaps you’ve seen on another one somewhere that might be a good fit here.
I am also working on a new Q & A post - so if you have any questions you’d like answered, post them in the comments here, or send me an e-mail with them and I’ll add them into the next post or a subsequent one.
And finally a video for your entertainment. I’ve been to Yellowstone National Park on several occasions. It is one of the most spiritually moving places I’ve ever been - I could (and may) write an entire post on that place alone. One of the neat things about the park is that the wildlife still roam free, including vast herds of bison. In some cases, hundreds of them will get up on the roadway and just stand there for a while. If you’re in a car, you’re not going anywhere until they move. The park rangers can’t even make them move along, so you’re literally stuck there until they decide they’re tired of being there and want to go somewhere else.
Like any other wild animal, bison are also very dangerous. The bulls can weigh as much as one ton, and can run at a speed of about 35 miles an hour, so you know there’s no way you can outrun one if he comes after you. They signal their displeasure with a situation by raising their tails and stomping the ground. In fact, one of the mantras the rangers will intone at most presentations is that when you see a bison raise its tail, it’s either going to charge or discharge. Either way, at that point, you don’t want to be near one.
Despite all the precautionary advice from the rangers and the park literature they hand out when you go through the gates urging people to maintain a safe distance between them and the critters, some people still get WAY too close to the animals. There’s a video on YouTube showing what can happen as a result. This touron (tourist moron) gets too close to a bison, and the bison takes umbrage at it, with predictable results. So enjoy the video at the touron’s expense and have a safe and sane week.
New Features on RPD
October 25, 2008
I’ve decided to add a few little options to the RPD site.
The first thing you’ll notice is likely the poll on the post pages. I’ll be posting occasional articles that include a poll in them, but you’ll also see the occasional, random poll on the right-hand side of the pages as well. Feel free to vote in those you find of interest.
I’ve also added the ability to e-mail or print each article as well. You’ll notice links for these at the bottom of each article.
Right below that, you’ll see the option to rate each post. This will give me some idea of how well each of the posts I put up goes over with the readers.
If you guys have any ideas for things you’d like to see added to the blog, let me know, either through a comment or via an e-mail.
EDIT: I’ve also added the ability to post the stories to your favorite socializing web sites like Digg, Technorati, Stumble Upon, Facebook, and Twitter. There’s a bunch more available, so if there’s a site you use that I don’t have links for, let me know and I’ll add it in if I can.
And, finally, as Shannon alluded to in the first comment below, I’ve changed the graphics on the main page, along with the new logo header at the top of all of the pages.
Dingleberry Checks
October 22, 2008
I know this is completely out of the clear blue, but Rachel has a similarly random post up on her site about toilet paper. Or, rather, the little toilet paper “residue” left behind with some brands of the paper after wiping areas that are, um, moist. 
OMFG. I will never buy Kleenex Cottonelle toilet paper. That’s what my hotel had this weekend. Let me just say that when it gets wet, it leaves behind pieces when you wipe. Apparently it just disintegrated in contact with fluid, which sort of the exact opposite of what toilet paper should do. And those pieces get all stuck in the folds of your natural vulva anatomy. And then create an itchiness so intense you might just lose your mind.
Randomness to be sure, but it reminded me of a little ritual we had where I used to work. As you may recall, before I moved to San Francisco I worked as a stripper. Our club was an all nude club, so the customers got see all up in our business. And so that was one place you absolutely didn’t want TP residue.
Seriously, we’d have what many of us referred to as dingleberry checks before we went out on stage or on the floor. We’d check ourselves or have another dancer check to make sure that there wasn’t any stray TP pieces in our naughty bits or balled up in or around our back ends. Obviously, we can’t have that. You don’t want to be on stage spreading your legs wide apart having little white pieces of fluff sticking to you. Trust me on that one.
And when you combine those little white pieces/balls with the effects of the black lights used in the club, well, let’s just say they tended to be very easy to spot. This was especially true when you were dancing for a customer, bending over and spreading your legs or ass cheeks in front of him less than a couple of feet from his face. There’s little that’ll turn a customer’s fantasy button off quicker than seeing little TP balls all gnarled up in his fantasy dancer’s asshole, let me tell you.
And don’t even get me started on what goes through my mind when I get ready to rim a client and see those little balls. OMG. I always use a baby wipe on them before going down for a reason. 
And, for what it’s worth, I buy Angel Soft.
Photo of the Day
October 21, 2008
You know, there is something incredibly powerful about being fucked from behind while your partner has a handful of your hair.
And, I am glad to say, Brooke Burke seems to agree.
“That’s It. Suck my Cock, Bitch.”
October 17, 2008
Bad words, bad words, bad words. Whatcha gonna do?
Dirty talk has always been one of the mainstays of my bedroom experience. Even when I lost my virginity at 14 I’d beg my boyfriend to “fuck me” or tell him that I wanted to “suck [his] cock.” I’m not even sure where I’d come up with that since I hadn’t spent a lot of time watching porn at that point in my life. I’ve never been shy about using dirty words, though, and it wasn’t uncommon at all for me to get in trouble at home for using words like shit, dammit, and even the occasional fuck. Yes, I’ve always been a potty mouth.
There were some words that I didn’t use, of course. Growing up, if my boyfriend had called me a slut in bed, I would’ve freaked, largely because of the context within which I understood the word at that point in my life. That was the word every middle schooler used to describe bad girls. And, as I’m sure you all realize, I wasn’t a bad girl.
In some forums I used to hang out in, I’d even chastise people for using that word, even in “positive” terms. It wasn’t until I was in my late teens when I began to understand the complexity of sexuality in greater detail and really got a lot freer with my own sexual expression that I embraced words like that as something that could add excitement to a sexual encounter and could see the power behind such words. I can even, quite literally, identify the specific point at which my opinion changed with respect to the word slut - when I read a book called The Ethical Slut. That book literally changed my outlook on the concept of slutdom. Nowadays, I only have a negative reaction to the word when someone uses it as a pejorative attack against someone (invariably a female, of course, along with cunt, bitch, and whore).
I think dirty talk during sex elevates and increases the intensity of the encounter. I know some women don’t like it, for any number of reasons, all of which are valid in their eyes and that’s perfectly fine. As Tiffany said in her comment on my blowbang post, some things just aren’t in a woman’s present paradigm. They may see the use of words like slut, bitch, cunt, and other words we typically see and hear publicly used as pejoratives as an attack against them or against femininity, and the use of those words during sex just isn’t in their present paradigm. I can understand that perspective having been there myself at one point.
Even within the context of this discussion, the word cunt is somewhat different. I used to hate that word for what it often represented - a degrading reference to a woman by referring to her as her vagina, as if the vagina itself or being in possession of one was inherently a negative or dirty thing. I literally had a visceral reaction to it when someone used it (even “positively”), and have been known to openly, vociferously criticize someone for using it against another person.
One of my online friends changed my mind about that word, too, though. And now I almost always use it when I am writing, and will use it in the bedroom from time to time under the right set of circumstances. I still do not use the word to refer to another woman, even someone who I absolutely detest (nor do I use the word slut in that manner, btw).
Nina has also embraced the word cunt as well (quite eloquently, really), and in fact, asserts that using the word “pussy” in writing erotica sounds, well, funny. I am inclined to agree with her about that - fuck my pussy just doesn’t carry the erotic impact that fuck my cunt does. The former sounds almost adolescent when used in erotic writing. I wonder if my senior high English teacher would’ve shared my appreciation for that nuance had I used the two words when I was in 12th grade?
In vocal conversations, though, with a client for example, I rarely use the word cunt in the initial stages of our getting acquainted. The word has that much power – it will startle someone if it is dropped into a conversation too early. You can drop the word slut into a conversation and no one will bat an eye, but the word cunt will stop traffic immediately. You have to use it at just the right moment. And even when I do use the word, it’s used within a specific context. I don’t refer to my naughty bits as my cunt unless I want you to penetrate me. You can eat my pussy, for example, but I want you to fuck my cunt.
In the majority of cases my clients will ask me if it is okay to use dirty talk before they haul off and start calling me a slut. Of course I tell them it is – I prefer it, actually. It lets me know that they’re really enjoying what we’re doing – they’re getting into it on a “porn” level. I can get much more into a blowjob if I have a guy grab my hair and tell me to suck his cock, especially if he adds “bitch,” “slut,” or any other euphemism after it. If a client grabs a handful of hair and says, “That’s it. Suck my cock, bitch,” I’ll definitely get more into what I am doing. Not having someone use dirty language is roughly akin to not making any noise at all and that is one of my biggest pet peeves in the bedroom. I want some feedback, some interaction, some indicator that what I am doing is working (other than the presumptive mouthful of cum).
Some clients do have some issues using that kind of language with me, though. It’s interesting in many ways because you always hear that the “kind of guy” who’d use a hooker is a low-life who doesn’t care for the women he “uses,” and has no respect for them. You’d expect them not to care or put much thought into whether or not it would bother me. I find this to be the diametric opposite of my reality. Almost every one of my clients has been very respectful, kind, considerate and concerned about what I want and how I want to do things. I’ve yet to have one speak to me negatively or use one of the “dirty” words without some kind of permission, either tacitly or explicitly given. (My experience is hardly anomalous, by the way.)
When I am being fucked, I’ll talk to the guy as well, telling him to fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me with that cock, and so forth. Or, if he’s in the other hole, fuck my ass, fuck my asshole, fuck my shithole, depending on how nasty we’re getting. It is, of course, possible to overdo it I believe. I like to think I’ve struck a reasonable balance. For example, sometimes it is enough to tell a guy to just to penetrate me. But I have seen a couple of pornos where the girl tells the guy to “fuck my dirty fuckhole.” WTF?
There is one word in the dirty dictionary that has a unique aspect to it, though. I’ve had a couple of guys, when they’re talking to me come close to using the word “whore.” They invariably catch themselves, as if, “Oh, wait, you really are a whore. Does that make it a “bad” word here? Is it acceptable to use that in this context?” I let them know I am fine with it if it makes the fantasy work for them. If it gets them off to call me a dirty little whore during sex, then so be it. The irony of using the word that way during our encounter is not lost on me, though.
I do play the slut role well, though, in my opinion. That’s actually one of my selling points, in fact. I know a lot of providers don’t or won’t go there – they have to keep what they do separate from being called a slut or a whore. And, again, I very much respect their right to feel that way and construct their business persona in any way they see fit. I think many providers walk a fine emotional line between this line of work and their self esteem and seeing themselves debased through the use of that kind of language would push them over that edge. And of course, as above, many of them just don’t like the words to begin with. But, as I see it, it makes the verbiage more powerful if you back the words up with action.
When I am working on arranging a non-bedroom date with someone, I’ll ask if they want me to play the slut in public, dressing and acting a bit more provocatively, or if he wants to be more refined, dressing and acting more conservatively. In the bedroom, of course, it’s a different story - I have yet to ask anyone to ask me to be more conservative in the heat of full-bore sex. In fact, that’s why a lot of clients come see me to begin with - their wives/girlfriends aren’t slutty enough during sex. If more women understood the Madonna-Whore dichotomy and applied it, I’d probably have less work.
What about when we’re in public, when I am with a client to accompany him to a meeting or a group function of some kind? Well, again, I am there to be his companion, so how he treats me or introduces me to his friends is up to him. If we encounter friends of his and he introduces me, “This is my whore, Alexa,” or, “This is my slut, Alexa” then I am okay with that. Again, I know most providers would probably freak out if their client did that, but also again, my client is paying me to be his for the evening, and there may be situations where that is perfectly appropriate (an erotica party, for example). Maybe that doesn’t sound professional, I don’t know. I’ve always been introduced as a “friend” or a “date” so far, and haven’t yet encountered that. Quite honestly, I’m not sure how I am going to react if someone introduces me to a room full of people that way.
My every other morning client, Rick, likes to refer to me as his dirty little cocksucker. My cunt gets wet every time I hear that - the bad girl in me tells me that is how I am supposed to react. I guess that is one reason I enjoy seeing him on a recurring basis, and I know that is one reason why he enjoys paying me for our time together. He’s told me if he called his wife a slut in the bedroom, she’d probably divorce him in an instant.
You want to cause a guy to cream almost instantly, look him in the eyes when he’s fucking you and tell him you want him to fuck your ass with that huge cock of his. “I want you in my ass.” “Stick in my ass.” “I want you to fuck me in the ass.” I swear Rick’s cock gets harder when I reach around and pull my butt cheeks apart and tell him to stick his cock in my ass. I had one client literally cum before he could get it in my butt - he’d never had anal sex with his wife and he was so stimulated at the thought of fucking me in the ass that he went into overload based in no small part on me telling him how much I wanted his cock deep in my rectum. We made up for it shortly thereafter, though.
Outside the bedroom, in my personal life, I don’t want (and won’t tolerate) my partner talking to me like that, or referring to me using those words. Unless, of course, it is foreplay or a prelude to us having sex. Then it is acceptable. I dislike people who refer to women (well, anyone, actually) in general as sluts, whores, bitches, cunts, etc. And as I alluded to above, I am not averse to calling someone out for using those words in a pejorative manner. If I come across someone wearing the “Sarah Palin is a Cunt” t-shirt, for example, I’ll literally rip it off their body. I can’t stand Palin and don’t care for what she represents, but she doesn’t deserve to be treated in that manner.
Anyway, now you know how I feel about bad words. If your 14 year old daughter is running around the house yelling “fuck” at the top of her lungs, you should probably keep in mind that she, too, may have one of these blogs at some point in the future.
Q & A with Alexa - Session 1
October 12, 2008
I get a lot of interesting questions, in comments on the blog, via the blog in the form of e-mails, and in a variety of forums that I participate in. So I though it’d be a good idea to answer the questions publicly for everyone’s…amusement.
This will likely be the first in a running series where I will answer those questions here on the blog. If you have a question you’d like me to answer, you can send it to me via the Contact Form here on the web site, or via e-mail at alexa dot therealprincess at gmail dot com. There’s nothing really out of bounds, but I probably won’t answer questions that are too personal
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Q. Do you see X as clients?
A. Yes. I don’t discriminate. I’ll see anyone who will pay me and who seems like they’d be a good match for me during the screening process. I don’t have any specific demographic I won’t see.
Q. Are you really bisexual? Do you have a preference for men or women?
A. Anyone who’s read this blog knows the answer to the first part of that question. I am very bisexual and have been since I was in my middle teens. As for preferences, with paying clients I prefer men, for several reasons. In my personal life, I tend to prefer women, however.
Q. What do you typically bring along with you on the job?
A. While the specifics vary depending on what the client has requested, there are some standard things. Condoms, of course (in a variety of sizes, thickness and materials - I prefer the Trojan Magnums, the LifeStyles Snugger fit, and the new Lifestyles SKYN condoms for those who don’t like/can’t use latex). I bring baby wipes, AstroGlide and Eros lubes, three sizes of cock rings, three sizes of butt plugs, a strap-on, and a couple of different styles of lingerie. I also have some pre-cut sheets of saran wrap (to use as a barrier during rimming or going down on a woman, in case I want to use them).
Q. Do you have age restrictions on the clients you’ll see?
A. Not at this time. Many escorts tend to avoid the younger clients (those under 30, or perhaps even 35) due primarily to their perceived lack of maturity and the fact that they typically don’t make the kind of money where they have that much disposable income lying around to pay for a hooker. The vast majority of my clients have been in their late 30s, 40s, or early 50s.
Q. Do you really, and I mean really enjoy your work?
A. I’d think the answer to that comes through in my writing here. If I didn’t enjoy the work, I wouldn’t be doing it. I worked two jobs in my life that I hated - one was at a grocery store and one was selling cell phones. I lasted less than a month in both of them before I quit. I’ve done some modeling work, I’ve been a dancer, and now I am doing this. I’ve enjoyed all three of those and, perhaps not coincidentally, they’ve all been big money-makers for me.
Q. You write about a lot of good experiences. Why don’t you write much about the negative aspects of being a hooker?
A. Largely because I haven’t had any. At least, none that have been significant. I carefully screen my clients and will only see those I am comfortable with. So by the time I get to see them in person we know each other a bit and it doesn’t seem as much like a “random hook up.” The only negatives I’ve encountered have been little things that annoy me or situations where we just didn’t synch like I thought we would. I haven’t been robbed, beaten, raped, drugged, or anything like that. So far it has been a pleasant experience. If and when I do encounter a bad situation I’ll definitely write about it, though.
Q. How do you prepare for a date?
A. I do the usual stuff - shower and all the primping. I don’t use the lotions or perfumes to see clients unless they ask me to (don’t want them going home smelling like me). If I am going to be seeing a new client or a client I know/suspect enjoys anal sex, I’ll give myself an enema an hour before I leave. Depending on where I am seeing him, I’ll either dress in lingerie and wear an overcoat or I’ll pack my stuff in my bag to change into when I arrive. Then I’ll leave to go see the client.
Q. How many clients do you see a week?
A. I generally limit myself to only one client per day, and don’t see clients on Tuesdays or Wednesdays (school). So I’ll usually see anywhere from two to five clients per week.
Q. Do you get nervous when you go to see a client for the first time?
A. Yes, I do. Even though I’ve vetted and screened the clients and spoken/chatted with them, I still get butterflies each and every time I go t see a new client. You just never know what might happen, so I am always on guard and a bit tentative when I make that first visit. Most of the time things synch up just as if we were continuing the conversation we’d been having online/on the phone.
Q. I found you through your blog. How can I see you?
A. I haven’t officially said anything, but I’ve had a sort of policy about not seeing client who come to me via my blog or any of the forums I participate in. There are a couple of reasons for this. I am actually working on a full post about this and will cover this in more detail shortly.
Q. What is the best compliment you’ve received from a client?
A. I get a lot of compliments on my ability to converse intelligently about a wide variety of topics. Those tend to be my favorite. It lets me see that the client values me for more than just someone to get off with.
Q. You wrote a really interesting article on throat fucking. Is that something you really enjoy?
A. Definitely, largely because I taught myself how to do it and because I know how to do it correctly, I can do it without it hurting me (like it does people who don’t know what they’re doing). I also know my clients really get off on being able to do that. One of the primary reasons men will see a prostitute is to do things they can’t do at home, and throat fucking definitely falls into that category (as do facials). Since I like doing it and I know it really gets the clients off, I very much enjoy being able to provide that service.
Q. Do you have any hard limits?
A. Yes, I do. I won’t do anything that involves scat (shit), anything that draws blood or leaves permanent marks, and I won’t do role play involving a daddy/daughter or mother/son kind of situation. Those role play scenarios just really squick me out. Other than that, anything else is good or is at most a soft limit. There are some limits that are situational. For example, I won’t let a client tie me up until I’ve been with him several times and feel I can trust him. Same for rape or forced sex scenarios.
I think that’s it for Session 1. I’ll accumulate more questions and answer them in future sessions. Like I said, if you have a question you’d like answered here, feel free to submit it as I outlined above.
Reflections on a Blowbang
October 10, 2008
After my recent experience with a 10-guy blowbang/bukkake party, I have a much greater appreciation for the talents of some porn stars now. Do you have any idea how hard it is to suck ten cocks in succession, while using your hands to jerk off two others simultaneously, especially after your face has been covered in cum and you can’t see shit? I suppose it is one thing to do that with three guys, but to have the cocks you’re playing with continuously recycle for almost an hour…it gets a bit overwhelming. When I was finished, my neck and jaw were sore. Maybe it is one of those things where practice makes perfect?
Anyway, as I mentioned a few weeks ago, some members of a local sex club asked me to be the center in a blowbang. We negotiated the rates, and after having the guys go through two rounds of STD testing, I agreed to entertain them for up to an hour – they could each have as many pops as they could achieve during that time, and they could cum anywhere they wanted. It seemed to be a pretty active club, with well over a hundred people (singles and couples) as members; they just wanted some “fresh” talent to play with. I got ready and headed off for the club, arriving right on time, and went in. I was introduced to everyone and we spent a few minutes checking everyone’s identification (to compare against the test results). When that was out of the way we discussed the game plan and the rules of engagement, then got ready for the festivities.
One of the guys asked if I would take my hair down instead of leaving it pulled back – he thought I looked “a lot hotter” that way. I knew that’d make for more time in the shower afterward, but that’s what my clients wanted, so that’s what they would get. I went into the bathroom and took it down and brushed it out, then removed all of my clothes and walked out into the room they’d set up for the party. There was a nice wide cushion in the middle of the room, so I walked straight to it, knelt down and said, “Bring it on.” The guys began taking off their clothes and getting themselves hard. Most of them already had standing erections when they pulled their pants off.
The sex itself started off pretty slowly, actually. I had to convince the guys they weren’t going to break me. “Haven’t you guys seen this kind of stuff in porn before?” I laughed. They seemed almost hesitant to use me, as if they were trying to be gentle because they were paying me, or because I was new, or something. It wasn’t doing anything for me at all, though. And while my role as a paid professional was to satisfy them, I booked this event just as much for me as anything else. And, well, I wanted some…entertainment out of it myself.
“Fuck me like you mean it. Grab my hair if you need to.” They still didn’t get it, so I had to pull my mouth off this one guy’s gorgeous cock, “Look guys, I want you to fuck my face. Use my mouth like you would my cunt. Just grab my hair and fuck me. If it gets to be too much I’ll let you know, I promise. I’ll slap you on the leg.” Finally, someone took the initiative and went to work. He grabbed my hair and force fed me his cock, causing me to gag a bit – I hadn’t had one in my throat yet, so it hadn’t quite relaxed. I got over that soon enough, though, and began giving the kind of hands-free blowjobs I consider my specialty. That allowed me to use my free hands to jerk off the guys standing to either side of me. As each guy would come up, he’d grab my head and guide his cock into me, letting go of it once he’d entered my mouth. I tried to maintain eye contact with the guy fucking my face at any given moment, but with all of the movement and whatnot going on around me that proved to be more difficult than you might imagine.
Each man waited his turn, with his cock in his hand keeping himself hard. One by one, they’d penetrate me and begin thrusting. I’d take them in my mouth and swallow them down to their balls and then mouth fuck them until they were ready to let the next guy in. Within about ten minutes one guy was ready cum. He pushed the guy whose cock I had in my mouth out of the way and unloaded what seemed like gallons of semen on my face – he must’ve been saving all week for this.
The cum started running down the bridge of my nose and slid off in a long stringy white thread. That always tickles, so I had to reach up and wipe the cum off the tip of my nose. I just twirled it it around my finger and stuck it in my mouth, then pulled it out to allow a cock to replace the finger. One after the other the cocks kept coming. I will say that I have never felt sluttier in my life, having one random cock after another push into my mouth, my throat, with my lips and tongue wrapping around them. It was pretty surreal at the time, being surrounded by that many people – that many cocks - all just waiting for their opportunity to use my mouth. It was at this point that it occurred to me that professional porn stars’ talents are perhaps underrated to a degree.
The guy in my mouth pulled out and announced he was going to cum. I just looked up at him and that sent him over the edge. He shot another huge load at me and since my face was turned up a bit, one of the volleys went right up my left nostril and my head jerked back. Fuck, that hurt. If you’ve ever had soda burp up into your nose, you have some idea what this felt like. His second shot landed in a big dollop right in my left eye, which happened to be open at the time. He apologized, and I had to stop for a second to blow the cum out of my nose and clean my eye out.
Fortunately, since this was to be a bukkake party as well, I hadn’t worn my contacts. I knew I’d likely be getting cum in my eyes, and semen and contacts don’t mix very well at all. So I really couldn’t see terribly clearly from the get go. I considered wearing my glasses, but I knew they’d be covered in cum, too, and I still wouldn’t be able to see shit, so why even bother. Even with your eyes closed some of that cum will leak into your eyes if you even barely take the pressure off your eyelids; there’s no way to keep your eyes closed that tightly for any long period of time, especially when you have to concentrate on so many other things. Cum stings but the pain goes away after a couple of minutes so I’d prepared myself to just deal with it and move on.
Semen blasts out of a cock at about 30 miles per hour in some cases. And sometimes it just oozes out. That’s so sad when you’re trying to plaster someone’s face I’d have to imagine. The specific strength behind how much pressure you get apparently has something to do with how aroused you are, how long you’ve been aroused, how long it has been since your last ejaculation, and so forth, and based on that it would appear that several of these guys had been saving up.
Being hit between the eyes with a strong spurt of cum at that speed is an interesting feeling, especially if you don’t see it coming. It is not unlike being shot in the face with a water gun, actually. I could always get a sense of when someone was about to unload on me because the guy whose cock I had in my mouth would withdraw and nothing would replace it. I could hear someone approach me and could tell he was jerking himself off. So I just sat there with my eyes closed each time waiting for the stream to hit my face; I didn’t even squench my face up any longer.
I have become so enamored at having someone cum on my face that I now have little “baby orgasms” each time someone does it. It’s more of a little tingling in my crotch, I guess, than anything like a serious orgasm. But it is noticeable and it feels good. The only thing I can attribute this to is the way in which I was introduced to the facial – it was so slutty now that I look back on it - I guess I just have a psychological predilection toward seeing it as a dirty thing to do. And, of course, that gets me off.
I’ve made comments before about the sounds involved during sex, and this was another one of those situations where I had to rely on my ears to gain some sense what was going on. I’m not even sure how you’d describe to someone the sounds you hear from a room full of men jerking themselves off, grunting and groaning as they build up and release. Those that have applied lube to their cocks have this sort of squishy sound going on, and I can hear my slurping on the cock I have in my mouth at any given moment. As it fucks deeper into my mouth and then withdraws it kind of creates a vacuum on the way out. I have to open my mouth just a bit to equalize the pressure and that, too, causes a sound.
I even find myself subconsciously grunting and growling when I’m being face fucked. I know in a lot of porn movies when the girls are being throat fucked they make these silly noises that just drive me batty, and I thought to myself, “Gosh, I hope I don’t sound that ridiculous.” I even tried to suppress it for the short period of time that I could focus on it. And then you factor in everyone’s breathing – especially the heavier breathing as someone approachs an orgasm. It all generates a cacophony that you really never even hear in a porno because of all of that ridiculous moaning and yapping and all the other shit they overlay on the soundtrack.
You also don’t notice the differences in taste of the guys’ cocks after a few minutes. Your mouth doesn’t really go numb, but it becomes so overloaded with the taste of cock, the taste of the cum that has leaked into your mouth from your face, the mucus from the back of your throat, the perspiration (the room was warm), the taste of the lube and so forth that it all just meshes into an unidentifiable concoction with an almost amorphous, salty-sweet-bitter taste.
One guy got a bit upset because I took my hand away from his cock to masturbate myself at one point. I guess as he saw it they were paying for me to service them, not pleasure myself. But I needed to cum. Desperately. I can generally make myself have an orgasm if I squeeze my legs together, but kneeling down as I was with my legs kind of spread out inhibits that, so I needed my hand touching my clit to pull that trigger. I think that is the first time I’ve had an orgasm with a guy’s cock in my throat. My body was contorting as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through me and I was making these guttural sounds that had to be vibrating this man’s cock to one degree or another. It must’ve been a unique feeling for him as well because he came nearly simultaneously, shooting his load into the back of my mouth as I moved up and down on him. I swallowed all of it without missing a beat, while I was having my own orgasm.
I hope he wasn’t upset by the fact that he came in my mouth rather than on my face. It is not easy to close your throat and continue going down on a guy’s cock while it is cumming, not losing a drop and keeping yourself from choking on all of that cum. I’ll usually try to hold the cum in my mouth until a guy’s done and then swallow it all in one load. If I leave my throat open the spurts will hit the back of it, and even with my throat relaxed, those shots will still trigger my gag reflex, causing me to choke up and interrupting the flow of things (no pun intended). Add to that the fact that my body was still recovering from the orgasm I’d just given myself and I think you can get a sense of how difficult this was. Normally, I breathe through my mouth heavily when I am cumming and this time I had to keep it tightly closed around this cock thrusting in and out of my face. I was quite proud of the fact that I’d managed to do all of this, actually.
One after the other the guys unloaded on me, mostly my face, but one guy had a fascination with my boobs, so he released himself on those. There always seems to be one guy in the crowd with a thing for tits. I’d occasionally reach up and try to wipe the cum out of my eyes and away from my nostrils, and would lick whatever was on my fingers off to the delight of the men in the room. Like I said, the room was relatively warm. Otherwise, I’d have been cold with all of that liquid running down my body.
As we progressed, I know at least a couple of the men managed to get off second shots. Quite honestly I completely lost track of how many loads I took, but once you’re covered in that much cum it really doesn’t matter any longer. I just kept sucking until the last man acquiesced and they called it a wrap. Everyone was very complimentary of my talents and techniques – no one was left…unsatisfied.
When it was finally over, I slowly got up onto my feet – my knees were cramping from having to support my weight for the past hour or so. I toweled myself off to keep from tracking cum through the building and had to have someone guide me to the shower. I hopped in and began washing off. My hair was a soggy mess – I actually wish I’d had a photo of what I looked like before I’d gotten in. The entire front of my body was covered in gooey, runny semen. It took me a good forty five minutes to get myself cleaned up. When I was finished, I collected my money and my things and went home…to take another shower!
I know it sounds cliché to say it, and I suspect many people won’t believe it, but I felt incredibly empowered to be able to let go like that and not only enjoy it for myself, but to provide others with a good time as well. It was challenging, and personally empowering. I’d certainly never remotely suggest that my comfort with it (or the act itself) would empower other women, or empower women in general. I’ve always enjoyed the stimulation overload I get from some sexual encounters, however, and this one was an exponential increase over anything I’d experienced before, including my one other experience with having multiple guys cum on me. In that case I was pretty much passive. Here, I was actively engaged and enticing the guys to ejaculate onto me. So all in all I was quite pleased with my performance.
Probably the only thing that was missing from the experience for me was dirty talk. It would’ve made for a hotter experience for me if the guys had been saying something other than the grunts, moans and the occasional “I’m cumming.” Even a “Suck my cock, bitch” would’ve been nice if for no other reason than to break the sound monotony. I know that some of my clients enjoy the dirty talk during our sessions as well and it just seems to make the whole experience that much more intense.
I won’t lie, though, I felt like a porn star, and I was getting off on it. I’ve always thought I could easily do porn; I love sex and I’m a bit of an exhibitionist (you pretty much have to be to be a stripper). I don’t mind fucking someone in front of an audience, either. Several times as a teenager I had sex with a boyfriend or girlfriend in the same room as one or more couples who were also fucking each other. We’d rent hotel rooms or spend some party time in the guest house my parents had on our property in Nashville. I know we’d stop and watch the other couples from time to time and I’d see them watching me as I was fucking. It never occurred to me to be embarrassed about it.
Doing porn would memorialize my sex work, though. Twenty years from now, people would still be able to see me fucking and it would be definitive proof of what I had done, though it’d be vintage porn at that point.
I don’t have a problem with that in and of itself, but as you all know, with today’s ridiculous double standards and this incessant need to demonize someone who has the audacity to publicly admit they are sexual creatures, many employers would balk at hiring a porn star. Some would go so far as to fire someone who’d been in porn before once they found out about it. I think that is asinine, of course, but I recognize it as a reality that must be dealt with. Therefore, no porn for me. With my escort work, there’s plausible denial - at least, so long as I don’t end up getting arrested and having a record. But I do often wonder what kind of success I’d have in the porn industry. I’d need some more practice, though.
Alexa’s Update # 12
October 8, 2008
Hey, folks.
Please forgive the relative dearth of posts lately. There’s this little thing called school that is kicking my ass. I can see now why they want you taking half the course load you do in undergrad in graduate school. *So* much reading, writing, and project work. Wow. Fortunately, the subject matter is near and dear to my heart, so the reading is something I can concentrate on and actually learn from it, unlike a lot of the shit I had to read in undergrad.
Anyway, I can’t promise that things will get hot and heavy here any time soon. In addition to school, my clients are keeping me quite busy. One of my clients took me to hear the San Francisco Symphony the other day, knowing of my fondness for orchestral concerts. They played a lot of Bernstein music, and it was an afternoon concert. So I got all dolled up, we went to the concert, went back to his place and fucked, then went out to eat at a nice restaurant, and went back and fucked some more. A very nice date indeed.
Another client thanked me recently for improving his marriage and his sex life with his wife, as odd as that sounds. Apparently he’s been married for over 20 years to a woman who grew up in rather conservative conditions and they’ve pretty much had good old vanilla sex for all these years. No anal, no CIM, no spanking, no…not much of anything other than some basic oral followed by missionary and doggy sex. He came to me so that he could “experiment” and “play” and enjoy sex once again. Anyway, somehow this has drastically improved his sex life with his wife and they’ve become a lot closer emotionally. I’ve also taught him a few things to try on her in bed, so maybe that helped a bit.
One of my clients is taking me to see the big air show this weekend, assuming the weather cooperates. The Blue Angels are scheduled to perform. They’ll do, I guess. My dad was in the Air Force, so I have a personal predilection for the Thunderbirds. Either way, the pilots doing those maneuvers at such an incredible speed is just an awesome spectacle to watch. I am very much looking forward to it.
I had a guy contact me about entertaining him and his girfriend for a threesome. It would’ve been my first professional threesome. As a part of my screening process I always spend time talking or e-mailing with clients before I agree to see them, just to get an idea of how the chemistry might work and whatnot. After talking or writing with someone for a while, you get a sense of who they really are, and I have the luxury of being able to pick and choose clients that way.
Anyway, after I talked with this guy for a bit, I just came to the conclusion that he is just not the kind of client I want to see. I really can’t put my finger on it, but it has always been my personal policy to not see anyone I don’t connect with. So I explained that I just didn’t have a warm and fuzzy feeling with it, and politely explained that I couldn’t see him. He asked me to reconsider a couple of times, but I still declined.
A few minutes later, his girlfriend sent me an e-mail asking me to reconsider. He’d shown my photos to her and she apparently *really* liked my look, so she was disappointed that I was turning them down. She sent me the e-mail from her work account, so I began a conversation with her. And during that conversation I could tell that she really likes women - she once dated a woman for over a year.
So, I’ve been talking with her over the past few days and am working on getting her to see me without him. Our conversations have been very sexual and very sensual. She’s been with another woman and is very in touch with her own sexuality, so allowing her mind to work from my words is a lot of fun. They’ve been together for a year, though, and she’s pretty adamant at this point about not playing without him. But she really enjoys the sensuality of another woman, so I am going to see how far I can take it. She’s also a photographer and loves to shoot female nudes. Should be interesting, no? Maybe I’ll pose for her. I’d love to go in for a simple nude shoot and start masturbating for her as she begins taking the photographs, looking at her through her camera lens. I’ll let you guys know what happens, if indeed anything comes of it.
I am working on two posts of interest. One is the post I’ve been promising on the 10-man blowbang I was involved with a few weeks ago. This post will not really be an erotic writing about the encounter in the same spirit as what you’re used to seeing from me, but rather a reflection on how I felt and what I experienced as all of those men fucked my face and ejaculated on me.
The second one is a piece about the use of dirty words in the bedroom and in other places. I love talking dirty (even when I am not in bed, as most of my friends would quickly confirm for you), and the use of naughty language both in bed and as a prelude to what goes on in bed is just another one of those things that has always held considerable eroticism for me. So I hope you’ll enjoy my take on that as well.
I also will be putting a quick, diary-type entry that chronicles my seduction of another girl a couple of years ago. She was the 18-year old sister of a friend, and was just way too irresistible for me to ignore. It took all of a week, and was my quickest seduction of another female (prior to my moving to SF). I’m leaving the writing just as I put it down originally, though I’ll clean up the formatting a bit. I originally wrote it as it was happening in short spurts (diary style) and had intended to go back and flesh it out as a full story, but just never got around to it. There’s also the story about my experience with two sorority girls at the Christiana Hilton Hotel near Wilmington, Delaware, that needs to be put up for your entertainment. Your favorite little whore has had quite a range of experiences with women.
What else is going on?
Not much really. Like I said, school is keeping me busy. I’ve also been watching the debates on TV, and keeping up with the Twitter traffic about the candidates. Some of that stuff is just funny as hell. And I have to say, for the life of me I don’t see how ANYONE can rationally explain a decision to vote for that old condescending fuck McCain and his little Barbie VP partner. Good grief, if I have to hear her utter the word “maverick” one more fucking time, I’ll scratch my own eyeballs out. Having said that, Tina Fey’s impression of her just makes me laugh my ass off.
We’re under a fire weather watch (or something like that) here in the Bay Area tomorrow evening through Saturday. It is getting that time of year where the (real) fire season is upon the state. I’ve switched hurricanes for conflagrations and earthquakes! w00t!
Anyway, stay tuned for the upcoming posts. I know I’ve slowed down a bit, but I’m sure you guys don’t want me failing my classes. Do you? 
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