Since I started doing live shows on the camz network I have discovered my special talent. Ok, so I knew I had this “power” but hadn’t before realized that it was all that remarkable. I am multi-orgasmic. Seriously multi-orgasmic. It takes a bit to get to that first peak, but once I’m there it’s like “bang!bang!bang!” (I suspect I hit the first peak a lot more readily than most women too.) I’ve had some folks in my shows saying “that MUST be fake,” which is a little annoying, since the only way I could prove I’m really orgasming is if they were literally inside me, and I’m not gonna invite every Joe Schmoe on the planet to come experience me from the inside out!
I actually have more than one kind of orgasm, and I wonder how common that is in women. I have what I call “type 1″ orgasms, which are the slowly building, immensely satisfying ones I achieve purely from clitoral stimulation. Then there’s the type 2’s and type 3’s, which may actually be the same thing - achieved from penetration of the vagina (type 2) or anus (type 3) It’s like there’s this ultra-sensitive spot inside me (my g-spot? whatever it is, I know it’s too far in to reach with my short lil fingers); bang on it just right for only a minute or two and I’m seeing stars and biting the pillow to keep from yelling. (Or just yelling if I’m doing a show - I never fake it, but I’ve no problem at all making it noisier than it would be if I didn’t have an audience ;-D) These are like the popcorn of orgasms, they just keep coming and coming, and the only reason I even need to stop between orgasms is to catch my breath. (The type 1’s I need a couple of hours between, and I can only have about five a day - I don’t know how many of the others I could have!)
Then there’s the type 4, which I have actually only experienced once, and which was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. I was riding Sgt at the time, and came so, so hard, it was like a type 1 & 2 combined - I even squirted (only time I’ve ever done that either.) A truly transcendent experience.
The other really cool thing about my orgasms is they way they just go on and on. I’ve read that the average length of a female orgasm is 15 seconds; it’s not at all uncommon for mine to last 30 or even 60 seconds, and I get “aftershocks” sometimes as much as an hour later. All those Kegels really pay off!
So Libby’s been indicted. I was reading an editorial in the local (liberal) newspaper the other day, in which the writer expressed the opinion that if Patrick Fitzgerald chose to file indictments for such charges as obstruction of justice that would be just as wrong as Kenneth Starr’s prosecution of Bill Clinton on similar charges.
Obviously the die-hard Bush fans will raise a hue and cry, trying to persuade us that it’s another case of partisan prosecution, but I think there’s an extremely important difference. Bill Clinton was charged for lying about something that had nothing whatsoever to do with what the initial investigation was about. Whether or not Clinton had sex with Monica was completely irrelevant to the Whitewater investigation.
Libby, on the other hand, lied about the matter under investigation. Somebody in the White House, pissed off because of the criticism that their attempts to start a war were getting from Ms. Plame’s husband, undertook to destroy her cover, discredit his work, and generally make life difficult for both of them. Deliberately and apparently with the full support of the administration. We’re talking a national security matter folks, not just a blowjob. I hope I’m not the only American out there who can see the difference.
The conservative camp is always making a fuss about values and integrity. I say it’s about damn time we stopped letting them make a mockery of those words. Going to church on Sunday does not a good Christian make, nor does loudly proclaiming one’s “family values” make one a decent, trustworthy, and honorable human being.
Funny how neither one of the doctors at the cancer center used the word “cancer.” They skirted around it so delicately, but it hung there, ominously unsaid.
My Mom goes in for a bone marrow biopsy next Wednesday, but so far every test (and we have been going through a round of them, including a last-minute xray this morning that forced the cancellation of my live show again) has come back with the wrong answers.
I went and got my hair cut yesterday, and I’m quite pleased with the results. I didn’t mean to have it shortened much, but after trimming about 4″ off the ends and layering it a bit so much weight was taken off my tresses that it went “sproing!” up into lovely curls. It doesn’t come even down to my nipples now (had been almost waist length).
I’m a webwhore by trade, but one of my hobbies is what I like to call practical prophecy. I like to think about what the future will be like. (I also like to think I’ll be there to see it, but that’s another discussion)
So I’m checking out digital video editing software and most of the commercial packages come with a set of templates for stuff like birthdays, weddings, holiday at the beach and so on, and I wonder…
Will there come a day when “naughty home movies” is one of the template choices? And would that be a good thing?
So I’m fielding an inquiry from a possible customer about doing a pee video, and it gets me to thinking…doing fetish stuff like that is the most rewarding part of the job for me, in every sense.
Sex is a physical thing, it depends on a physical response of arousal, and you can’t intellectualize yourself into being turned on by piano music and fields of flowers if what you really want is stiletto heels mashing your testicles. Why do we get turned on by the things we do? Well shit, why do we prefer vanilla ice cream to chocolate, or vice versa? Who cares? As long as we’re behaving responsibly, honorably even in satisfying our desires, why plague ourselves with unanswerable questions? I find it immensely satisfying to be the person these men can turn to me to find the understanding they deserve. In fact, I think folks with a kink tend to be more interesting than the average Joe schmoe who’s only interested in seeing scrawny naked 18-year-olds.
Is it degrading or even embarrassing to have a stranger watch me piss? Why should it be? I pee a dozen times a day, at least - I only wish I could get paid every time I go! Put it another way - if God made my body, did he intend for me to be ashamed of it’s functions? Quite the opposite, I feel a real sense of power from the knowledge that some men (and women!) lust after these quite ordinary things enough to pay good money for them.
It’s been quite a week for health crisis. In addition to the bombshell about my Mom, we’ve all been through round 2 of whatever virus it is that’s going around. I had my five year old to the doc Thursday morning after his fever rose to almost 103 F during the night, and Thursday evening was spent in the emergency room after the same child fell face first onto a terrazzo floor, dislodging his two front teeth.
Needless to say, I was a little late in getting today’s update done.
I’ve also decided to stop updating my sample pics every week. No more wasting time giving out freebies. I have too much other stuff to do.
I found out today that my Mom may have bone marrow cancer.
Yesterday was another exhausting day, but also very entertaining. Sgt and I took pictures, which is always fun, and of the three series we did two were very silly indeed. One set was of me wearing the most outlandish balloon-bikini and then popping the balloons; the other involved whipped cream and cherries and got very, very messy.
The balloon shots actually accompany a little video clip of me doing my “balloon-popping striptease,” but I’m not sure how well that vid will come out as it was shot sideways. :-p
I didn’t realize how serious things had gotten until my last working vibrator gave up the hum. Things have been tight financially for a long time, not leaving much extra for “frivolities” like sex toys, and way back when I promised myself that I would replace my then recently-deceased rabbit vibe with a superior silicone model I never dreamed that I would be embarking on a new career that would really require the maintenance of a decent collection of toys. Things have changed however, and even though there’s not any more money in the bank (the website still takes more $ to run than it makes), I couldn’t go any longer without restocking my toy box. Trying to be a web-whore without toys is like trying to be a chef without spices.
So I put in a few bids on eBay, and have just received a box full of cheap but serviceable goodies, including a new rabbit vibe (not, alas, the silicone model I long for) and a dual-bullet number that has two speeds - off and too damn fast. Also included in the box was one of the cheesiest pairs of handcuffs I’ve ever seen, only distinguishable from a child’s toy because they’re made of “real die-cast metal!” Still, they ought to look good in pictures. ;-p
