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“Ask ten adults to define a slut and you’ll hear things like: a woman who has sex with lots of men; a women who sleeps around; a woman who has casual sex; a woman who flaunts her body. They’ll probably also use words like loose, easy, trashy, cheap and desperate. Someone might say: a woman who has the sexual appetites of a man. No one will say: a mythical creature dreamt up by people who are jealous of or threatened by female sexual expression.”—
I’ve had a lot of guys requesting a Live meetup with me lately, which is something that I’m honestly not sure how to handle. I like the fantasy of meeting some of my regulars in person, it’s exciting and definitely a turn-on to daydream about while I’m getting myself off. However, on the flip side it’s also kind of terrifying. How the hell do I know you’re not a Ted Bundy-esque bucket of murder about to land on my doorstep? That dude’s fiancee didn’t even know he was a crazed serial rapist/murderer. One person kindly offered to meet me at a local casino and then get a room in the adjacent hotel, but I couldn’t help reflecting upon the fact that anyone can act normal during a few games of Blackjack and a couple Bloody Marys and still have a long sharp knife and a shovel in the trunk of their car.
Am I saying a meetup with me is impossible? No! Nothing is impossible. Unlikely? Perhaps. I’m a cautious sort of girl, despite my innate curiosity, and I need a lot of time to really open up to people. I mean, I’m still suspicious that the Moon Landing was a hoax, so that should illustrate how paranoid I am.
What I’m trying to say is: I don’t smoke a bowl with the windows open and I don’t give out my personal information to just anyone. If you like spending time with me and I like spending time with you, let’s just enjoy the time we spend and let things progress how they progress. If you get pushy, I have no problem demanding that you respect my boundaries and back the hell off.
As far as the future goes, I have no idea what’s going to happen.
Just so everyone knows, I won’t be reachable by Twitter until it gets straightened out.
Also, the only reason I can think for the suspension is a topless picture I put up there.
I just want to say, sometimes the arbitrary, Puritanical way that people go about making “moral” decisions makes me furious. If everyone wasn’t so obsessed with controlling sex, maybe they’d get to enjoy it a little more, thus becoming healthier and happier, thus negating the reason for all of this censorship of the human body.
My tits are not your property, Twitter! If you are offended, disgusted, afraid of or traumatized by the sight of a woman’s bare breasts, then I think your time would be better spent dealing with your psychological problems than trying to avoid the issue by deciding it’s “immodest.” Damn it, you’ve made me resort to using my least favorite word! Guess what, you sanctimonious douche bags, your false idea of modesty offends me as much as my love of all things natural (yes, nude bodies are a part of nature, as is sex) offends you. Actually, it offends me more because I have to listen to you rattle off your weird, social opinions whereas at worst you might have to put up with me flashing you.
Here’s the stance they always take: “It’s for the Children.” Ah, yes, the proverbial faceless mass of The Children. I’ll tell you something that might make you blush, considering you’re obviously the type who fucks with the lights off: The Children have ALL seen at least one naked body… their own. And if you’re ok with that, how is it a problem that they see a few more? Hell, most of them were breast fed, but a pair of breasts is dangerous to their young eyes? I’m not saying The Children should even have Twitter accounts and be able to peruse the dark labyrinths of internet porn, I’m just saying that if their parents aren’t capable of setting a couple internet blocks, or even maybe watching their kids, the sight of my 34A’s isn’t going to kill The Children. I doubt they’d even be that interested. “Hey, that lady’s not wearing a shirt…. ooh, pop-up ads with blinking lights!”
I am not the type of person who rants like this a lot, I generally stay pretty objective about things… but the fact is, I am tired of other people trying to decide what’s right/appropriate/awesome when it comes to my body. As far as I’m concerned, you can look at it all you want. Go ahead. Make it your screen saver for all I care.
Vegcamdoll and I will be doing another sexy photo shoot tomorrow, only this time we’ve got two sexy gentlemen friends taking all the photos… Who knows what could end up happening once they get us out of our clothes ;)
So today is my birthday. I won’t be really celebrating till this weekend, but I’ll be on cam tonight on Streamate from 4-6 pm GMT and LCN from 8-10 pm GMT if anyone wants to give me some birthday wishes! <333
So, there are 2 really amazing documentaries out right now about how to lead a healthier, more sustainable lifestyle, be involved with our communities and figure out the problems we’re all facing (ie urban sprawl, GM foods, the 2012 panic)
Food Matters is the best nutritional doc. I’ve ever watched.
2012, A Time For Change is really inspirational and it’s on Netflix instant streaming.
So If anyone gets a chance to check em out, I don’t think you’ll be sorry. There’s a lot happening in the world, and the people who can make a difference are you and me, all of us, with a little creativity and a lot of commitment.
The first one is with my best friend, Vegcamdoll, and will take place at El Dorado Hot Springs. I’m really excited for this because we’ve never done these kinds of pictures together and come on, 2 camgirls are better than 1! It will be a scenic desert shoot, with any luck the backdrop being the gorgeous, famous Arizona sunset, and we’ll be getting wet and wild in the natural mineral pools and in front of the fire. Can’t wait!
The second shoot is solo, with photos being taken by a good friend and Pro photographer from Phoenix. I’m working on themes and concepts for this one, but I’m excited for the results. I’m thinking a vintage/pinup theme and possibly something including a lollypop. Other than that, perhaps some bondage pics a la Bettie Page? you’ll have to wait and see!
So, I hope none of my dear clients get offended if I mention them once in awhile in posts, I just had such a lovely session tonight I couldn’t resist sharing. While I was on cam, I got an offer for a private show from a sophisticated, eloquent man who we’ll call Mr. New York. He was the kind of man who knows what he wants and he wanted total control of the situation. I have a lot of fun in my shows, but I must admit there was something special about this one. He was forceful but sweet, a combination I cannot resist. He watched me flog my pussy with a riding crop and I swear I was dripping wet about 1 minute in. Mr. New York had a certain panache, and I responded like the little whore he wanted me to be. He took control of my mind and body in a way I didn’t even realize was possible in an online experience. He told me to free my mind and let go, and I did. I’m not sure whether my orgasm or his gave me more pleasure, but I can definitely say I hope we can do it again sometime…
I’ll be on livecamnetwork tonight from 8-11 and tomorrow I’ll be on Streamate from 5 pm-7pm GMT and back on livecamnetwork from 9-midnight. You can check my schedules on Streamate and Livecamnetwork for the rest of the week. Also, I’m planning a special show for my birthday on the 13th… does anyone have any ideas/requests?
So being a Camgirl puts me in the unique position to be privy to a number of people’s fetishes. They tell me things they wouldn’t tell their wives, girlfriends, coworkers, or strangers on a train. This might put some people in an awkward position, but not me. I am actually kind of honored. I feel like the gatekeeper to a secret society of debauchery. I get to decide who enters. I get to explore other people’s fantasies, things I may never dream up myself and which may or may not be a turn-on for me personally, but are fascinating just the same. I just want to say to all of you who put yourselves out there while you’re with me in the cyber pleasure palace of my chatroom, thank you. Thanks for sharing that side of you with me. I love when I get unusual requests because it makes my job more interesting. So relax, open up and we’ll see what happens. I’m not just here to get you off. I’m here to liberate you.
on my first night of camming at livecamnetwork.com
This is an awesome website. The software is easy to use and high quality, the other models are all amazing and really supportive, and the “regulars” are the best! Everyone was helpful for my first night and I couldn’t be happier! Livecam may not have the highest traffic, but it has the best quality of customers and support that I’ve seen and I’ve been shopping around lots of sites! I’m thrilled to be a member of the livecamnetwork and I’d recommend them highly to girls like me; the vintage-bohemian nerd chicks! So shout-out to everyone who was there last night, you guys are the best! I hope to see you all tomorrow!
The Scene: I’m lounging on my vintage sofa, the taste of a post coitus cigarette still lingering in my mouth, my hair undone and falling over my brow.
The Sensation: I’ve got that sore, throbbing, empty just-got-fucked-by-something-large feeling. My lover, we’ll call him D, has a big cock. As a petite girl, I can rarely come out of our hour long ecstatic pounding sessions without adopting the aura of a girl who’s been thoroughly used.
The Sin: Having unprotected sex with the window open at 7 in the evening, screaming as he brought me to bliss with his tongue and then pounded me from behind, hands cupping my tits, and not giving a damn about the tangled sheets or the fact that the whole neighborhood is probably aware of the fact that I really love to fuck. :)
… were in a group psychiatric session with their children.
"You see, ladies," said the psychiatrist, "we all have obsessions that manifest in unconscious ways. You, for example," he said, gesturing to the first lady, "named your daughter Candy. Your obsession is food."
He turned to the second lady. “You’re obsessed with money, which is why you chose the name Penny for your daughter.”
The third woman blushed furiously, grabbed her little boy’s arm and whispered, “come on, Dick, we’re going home!”