Apple Juice ?

Relativley busy on the texts today, Mr 3 hours was back, although I must have said something that "set him off" because he stopped replying without a descriptive goodbye. Then there's another guy who wanted me to dress him up like a little girl, ridicule him, spank him, fuck him with a strap on and make me swallow his piss. And then there's "Boots" who was more turned on by the "fact" that I was "wearing" black leather thigh highs than anything else.

The late nights are annoying though, I've to get up for an interview for a "proper" job tomorrow morning but this pee & panties man is showing no signs of shooting his shit anytime soon. I want to go to bedd!!

Night <3

Texting !!!

OK, the whole phone sex thing got a bit too much. It was hard enough trying to scream, moan and make "sound effects" when I was walking about my flat alone but it became pretty difficult once I always had a flatmate or two around. When I’m hiding away moaning and groaning and someone asks me to "scream louder", there's only so loud I can go before my flatmate wants a new roomie.

In addition, the company was ridiculous, completely unprofessional and unreliable. My contract stated I was guaranteed £20 an hour (at a lovely £1/ minute) and the reality was anything but. The only vaguely workable hours were 11pm onwards, and even at that you were looking at about 10 - 20 minutes/ 4 hour shift. Sometimes you could log in and not get any calls for about 8 hours. In short, it was a lot of sitting about twiddling my fucking thumbs. The company did not uphold their guaranteed minutes, or seem at all concerned about any problems. That said, they did have my deposit.

My profile there is shut down, and unlikely to ever be re-activated. I can’t even be bothered to return to collect my cheque for 150 odd minutes, simply because the amount of money they rob off you in agency fees is sickening. But enough "moaning", the industry is a growing one, and there are constantly new "opportunities" so to speak. I decided to take up sex texting, by far the easiest and least socially limiting option, but of course the least well paid.

The job is a joke, typing a 160 character message saying "I’m horny, I swear" ? A (dirty minded) monkey could do it. The money is nothing to write home about, but seeing as I'm online every night typing anyway; I figured I might as well get paid for it.

The greatest perk of course is the amusement factor. Last night I had some guy who dutifully believed that I too was "shooting my load" at the idea of wrinkly old grannies sucking on my nipples while I sucked and fucked him and he stuck things in my bum. (Good at multitasking me :p )Today I asked a guy what his filthiest fantasy was and he replied "FINGER YOURSELF!" How out there! I almost fell off my "bed". A whole new specialist fetish category. At the there's a guy who doesn't really seem like he can contain himself with the idea of a "hot babe!!!" acknowledging him. He's just texting going "SEX TITS FUCK FUCK I WANT TO FUCK SEX NIPPLES LICK YOU". Then there's another guy who doesn't really seem to be able to .... cum? He keeps telling me how he's close to tears with the horniness of it all, but he's been texting me for nearly two hours!

Oooops, what a long blog :/ I only came on because I intend to keep this updated with the different "characters" I encounter and I told someone I'd update with the back story. Sorrryyy!

Now back to work ;)

Je suis sale sans toi, Je suis laide sans toi, Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots, Je suis malade

I haven't written in a long, long time but I'm still working - on occasion. I guess it is a small comfort that listening to other's sexual perversion can remain a constant when everything else is shot to shit. I'm struggling to speak to these people sober anymore, it's too uncomfortable. I wish I had a proper job. I have an interview for a bank soon. Hopefully I get it.

Anyway, last night I spoke to some guy for a really long time about tracksuits. He has a serious "thing" about girls in a tracksuit, trainors and a football shirt. He was willing to fly to a different country if I would just fuck him in said attire, but I said no. He was not impressed and he phoned me back. He told me that he had spent all his money buying girls trainors and tracksuits because he gets such a kick out of seeing girls in them. He talked for a long time and in the end I had to coerce him off the phone because I wanted to go back in to C and the girls in the living room and eat some chips.

I also talked to another peadophile who wanted to do the usual "pick me up from school and fuck me in my uniform" kind of scenario. He texted me first and all I had to do was text him back and get paid for it. Now that is a job. Sitting absent mindingly texting filth while watching a movie. These guys usually don't last past "I'm wearing thin tights and my skirt is rolled up really short" so the conversations don't actually get that sick, but it's the thought that counts right ?

Our kitten was taken away because it was extremely violent and aggresive. It was a cute kitty, but completely untameable and we had to give up . We're getting a new kitten on friday, with no apparent hatred of all humanity. No more sitting in the house in my pyjamas alone on a saturday. I'll have my kittypurry to talk to.

I got a new bank account for my whore dollars that is controlled anonymously through internet companies... or something. The only downside is you can only transfer balances onto it at a certain amount (you can get a cheque for 1/3 as much) I only need to talk for another 40 minutes or so to be able to put money on my card. It needs to happen fast, my cupboards are bare and I haven't a penny to my name. It will be an achievement to be able to pay for my food shopping with nothing more than the fact that I am a simple whore.

Happy Easter xo <3

Pussy!!!

We got a new kitty today and he is SOOOOO cute! n__ n He is only a baby though so he's still really nervous :( awwww <3 kittyyyy.

Emm I signed in from dinner time today. I got one call straightway from some guy who didnt speak one word and then just hung up after I went "helllooooo?:" for ages. The next guy wanted me to watch him wank on webcam and I finally gave in because I'm not hitting target. I made a new msn, added him, watched him wank for 3 minutes (it was eeeewww-tastic) then signed off. The last guy was kinda funny. He wanted to tie me up and spank my ass. At least it wasn't all about blowjobs. Variety is the spice of life :)

Oh, something really bad happened today, I fell asleep for an hour when i was signed in ! D:

Until tomorrow! xo

Crazies

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Today is odd. I don't know what to think. I actually got up on time ( which happens LITERALLY about once every four years). So I decided to utilize my breathy, tired (to them "horny") voice and signed in at about 7:30am. I guess it's no myth that guys wake up with boners, I got more work at this hour than most other times. I just hope they didn't stain their suits :/

There was nothing extraordinary about this morning (BLOWJOBS), one or two guys lasting less than the time it took me to blink. Another guy talking for a long time about BLOWJOBS, (I really need a new euphemism, I'm already sick of that word) quelle surprise ?

The difference in working in the morning is that it's a lot easier. I'm usually doing nothing but sleeping anyway so I'm not scrambling for essasy notes I should be working on while talking about removing my "expensive" underwear. The one difference being that for once, I actually WAS lying in bed in my underwear (albeit halfway asleep) and not not doing the dishes in my pyjamas.

I was meant to work tonight but became manically depressed for some reason. I was happy about potentially adopting a kittypurry at the weekend but then felt sick about not looking after it properly. Then I decided that I WAS going to live in a pink caravan within the next few months (to the point where I have emailed the owner and phoned everyone looking for land to keep it on). L and her boyfriend DH even offered my nytol to calm me down, but I was too excited about my up and coming kittykaravan life to sleep. Fifteen minutes later I was howling and I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Conveniently it was this point I remembered the 4000 word essay due for tomorrow which I have yet to begin. :(

Im trying to work on my essay at the minute, and signed in to aid in the odd late night wank. HF died my hair electric blue today, telling me he was giving me a few streaks, sneaky bastard. I aplogise for the extreme irrelevance of this, hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting.


EDIT: I literally JUST got off a call who booked and cancelled 3 times. It's 2:30am and I should really be in bed but im only a few minutes off qualifying for getting paid, how exciting! back to my essay ...

Kitty Purry

Back on track. Woke up not feeling sick anymore, had a shower and signed in :). The first guy, another J was completely unremarkable. Blowjobs, sex, heavy breathing. The usual. Next came R. He wanted to talk about him coming all over my face. I said I loved it but I probably slap whoever did it to me for real. He asked me what celebrity I thought he should wank over. I told him Katy Perry was one sexy bitch and that was it. He was done.

The next call was really disturbing. It nearly ruined my day. G asked me if I was really 19. I told him yes, I'll be twenty in July. He asked me if I could be any younger so I said "What like a schoolgirl?" He then proceeded to elaboratley tell me how he picked me up from school in my uniform and fucked me in his car. This guy wanted me to be 15. Granted, the majority of people are having sex at 15, but it made me pretty uncomfortable letting him talk about his 15year old fantasies, espicially as my sister's not far off 15. I don't want her to get fucked in her uniform in the back of a car. I guess it has opened me up to the debate as to whether it is better to let people play out their fantasies on the phone to prevent them from playing them out in real life, or not ? I don't know. It made me really shaky afterwards. I didn't know what to do or how to get him off the phone. I didn't like him.

I didn't take another call for another 2 hours. R wanted to tie me up with my knickers. I had told him I was in a red bra and thong when I've really been in my pyjamas all day. He did'nt really sound all that overly "excited". He just stopped talking at one point and said "I'm going to bed now". It was an easy call. A bit later I got a call from P who wanted to me to be really loud. >_< This was ick because I could hear my flatmate L pottering round the house so she could obviously hear me. At least the guy had a good time before he went to sleep.

Ive applied to adopt a cat, my preferred type of pussy. I love kitties :) He can sleep in my bed.

Night ! xo