Ugh, it’s one of those funks where getting motivation is damn near impossible. One problem that I’m having is that people don’t get me, and often become offended by my posts.
Now the last thing I want to do is become filtered and watered down because someone needs to be titty fed, and I don’t titty feed anyone except my children and paying customers. Someone’s probably going to get offended by that, but Oh well!!
So if I go a few days without blogging, that just means that I’m dried up of content and witty shit to say.
May need to do a Pagan Ritual to conjure creativity, or just drink an entire bottle of Vodka. Alcohol usually does it!!
See you soon!
Cigarettes and Coffee
Something happened on Saturday that has never happen before with a client.
I had a new client who scheduled for an hour, and I allowed him to stay for 5. There is something to be said about a person when you enjoy their company and conversation so much that you forget it was a service, really forget.
He inspired me
He was mesmerized by me
He adored me
We lay in the bed naked, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. From music, business, our future endeavors, and our past, and I thought to myself; this is what a true “Girl Friend Experience” should feel like.
He was curious about me and I was curious about him. He revealed that he went to prison for 8 years for drug dealing, which surprised me because he wasn’t the quintessential stereotypical drug dealer type.
He hung on every word I said, like I was giving him a Harvard Education on life, and I did the same with him. I don’t even remember his name or what he looked like with any particular detail, but I remember our conversation because it’s fresh in my memory banks.
He then got up, jumped in the shower, and kissed me goodbye.
It was 11pm when I finally got into the shower; I get out and towel myself dry then decided to make myself a pot of coffee. I grab the pack of Kool Mild from my purse and light one up. At that moment I thought to myself, “I wish he could have stayed longer and shared this coffee and cigarettes with me”.
That’s what I do when I really like someone, I drink coffee with them!
It’s weird, I know!
I had a new client who scheduled for an hour, and I allowed him to stay for 5. There is something to be said about a person when you enjoy their company and conversation so much that you forget it was a service, really forget.
He inspired me
He was mesmerized by me
He adored me
We lay in the bed naked, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. From music, business, our future endeavors, and our past, and I thought to myself; this is what a true “Girl Friend Experience” should feel like.
He was curious about me and I was curious about him. He revealed that he went to prison for 8 years for drug dealing, which surprised me because he wasn’t the quintessential stereotypical drug dealer type.
He hung on every word I said, like I was giving him a Harvard Education on life, and I did the same with him. I don’t even remember his name or what he looked like with any particular detail, but I remember our conversation because it’s fresh in my memory banks.
He then got up, jumped in the shower, and kissed me goodbye.
It was 11pm when I finally got into the shower; I get out and towel myself dry then decided to make myself a pot of coffee. I grab the pack of Kool Mild from my purse and light one up. At that moment I thought to myself, “I wish he could have stayed longer and shared this coffee and cigarettes with me”.
That’s what I do when I really like someone, I drink coffee with them!
It’s weird, I know!
Guys I'd FUCK - Christolph Waltz
Please pay no attention to the Nazi uniform. It’ll only confuse you later.
I remember - it was 1993 when I saw the movie Schindler's List with my dad, and there was a scene where the Nazi played by Ralph Fiennes was standing on the balcony of his bedroom and randomly shooting the Jews that were working in the fields below him. He was shirtless and drunk, and I could see the sadistic nature in his eyes as his pointed the rifle and shot a woman.
The first thought that came to mind was…”Damn, that’s fucked up, but he’s so cute”
The second thought that came to mind was…”No I didn’t just say a Nazi was cute”
Then I found myself sexually mesmerized by the character Schindler, who was also a Nazi, and I said to myself, Um, no more Holocaust movies for a while.
Fast forward to 2010, and my dad gives me a bootleg copy of Inglorious Bastards, and I said to him…”I’m kinda burned out with Nazi movies dad”. He then says to me, “But you’ll like this one”. So reluctantly, I put the movie in and FUCK, I immediately became hypnotized by the sadistic Nazi, Colonel Hans Landa who is also called “The Jew Hunter”.
Have you ever seen a character so mesmerizing that you literally don’t see anyone else in the movie? There were so many dialog scenes that were so mesmerizing that I actually rewound them over and over just to see him speak. He was polite, sadistic, charming, charismatic, and totally psycho. And he deserved every award that he received for that role.
I don’t know anything about Christolph Waltz but I will say this about him. He is somewhat of an attractive middle age man, but he is sexy as hell to me. I feel weird saying this, but I found the character Colonel Hans Landa extremely sexy.
Wow, that was uncomfortable admitting…
I remember - it was 1993 when I saw the movie Schindler's List with my dad, and there was a scene where the Nazi played by Ralph Fiennes was standing on the balcony of his bedroom and randomly shooting the Jews that were working in the fields below him. He was shirtless and drunk, and I could see the sadistic nature in his eyes as his pointed the rifle and shot a woman.
The first thought that came to mind was…”Damn, that’s fucked up, but he’s so cute”
The second thought that came to mind was…”No I didn’t just say a Nazi was cute”
Then I found myself sexually mesmerized by the character Schindler, who was also a Nazi, and I said to myself, Um, no more Holocaust movies for a while.
Fast forward to 2010, and my dad gives me a bootleg copy of Inglorious Bastards, and I said to him…”I’m kinda burned out with Nazi movies dad”. He then says to me, “But you’ll like this one”. So reluctantly, I put the movie in and FUCK, I immediately became hypnotized by the sadistic Nazi, Colonel Hans Landa who is also called “The Jew Hunter”.
Have you ever seen a character so mesmerizing that you literally don’t see anyone else in the movie? There were so many dialog scenes that were so mesmerizing that I actually rewound them over and over just to see him speak. He was polite, sadistic, charming, charismatic, and totally psycho. And he deserved every award that he received for that role.
I don’t know anything about Christolph Waltz but I will say this about him. He is somewhat of an attractive middle age man, but he is sexy as hell to me. I feel weird saying this, but I found the character Colonel Hans Landa extremely sexy.
Wow, that was uncomfortable admitting…
My Brother is a Cop....
I just wanted to congratulate my little brother who is now one of St. Louis’s finest.
Don’t want to say too much!
Good luck little bro....
Don’t want to say too much!
Good luck little bro....
Race Mixing, Sex, and Slavery....
Back when I was in College 10 years ago I took an African American Studies course, which 70% was basically about slavery, and I HATE learning about slavery and slaves, unless they were extraordinary by MY standards. I hated learning about slave masters, white people, slaves, plantations, cotton, whippings, lynching, and boats - ALL of that shit got on my nerves.
All of it was totally uninteresting and depressing. I only got interested in the out of control phenomenon of race mixing in those times. That’s how they classified it, “Out of Control”. I read a statistic that during The Reconstruction period, there were over a Million mulattos, quadroons and octoroon slaves all over the world. And I presented a hypothesis to my professor as to why there were so many, and he argued that I was dead wrong!
See, I proposed that the out of control Phenomenon of race mixing had little to do with sex, rape, or even love. This was institutional Race mixing for financial gain and psychological control. Black people have the hardest time believing that maybe, just maybe, some of this race mixing in slavery times wasn’t physically forced. Now don’t get me wrong, it was all forced, but not always physically forced.
So fast forward 10 years, I’m watching a documentary on the BBC that proved that my Hypothesis was RIGHT. The documentary stated that it was more profitable to sell Mixed Race slaves because they wanted slaves that could be multi functional, docile, and also fit well into society, and the Phenomenon was called “The Tar Brush”.
This is how the “Tar Brush” worked....
If a slave girl agreed to breed with her Master, his family member or his friends; she would gain her freedom or be paid financially for her domestic work. The slave girl would usually be around 13 or 14, so she would still be too young to be on her own, so she’d usually just continue working for her Master, while her offspring were sold off. Some slave girls would have 10 and 12 kids by their slave masters. It was a booming business.
The practice still continued all they way up to 1960 in Australia with the Aborigines. The British would go into those villages and steal the girls and breed them with white men. A FABULOUS movie staring Kenneth Branagh goes into great detail about the practice of “forced mix breeding”. It’s called "The Rabbit Proof Fence".
It's sad but really good!
All of it was totally uninteresting and depressing. I only got interested in the out of control phenomenon of race mixing in those times. That’s how they classified it, “Out of Control”. I read a statistic that during The Reconstruction period, there were over a Million mulattos, quadroons and octoroon slaves all over the world. And I presented a hypothesis to my professor as to why there were so many, and he argued that I was dead wrong!
See, I proposed that the out of control Phenomenon of race mixing had little to do with sex, rape, or even love. This was institutional Race mixing for financial gain and psychological control. Black people have the hardest time believing that maybe, just maybe, some of this race mixing in slavery times wasn’t physically forced. Now don’t get me wrong, it was all forced, but not always physically forced.
So fast forward 10 years, I’m watching a documentary on the BBC that proved that my Hypothesis was RIGHT. The documentary stated that it was more profitable to sell Mixed Race slaves because they wanted slaves that could be multi functional, docile, and also fit well into society, and the Phenomenon was called “The Tar Brush”.
This is how the “Tar Brush” worked....
If a slave girl agreed to breed with her Master, his family member or his friends; she would gain her freedom or be paid financially for her domestic work. The slave girl would usually be around 13 or 14, so she would still be too young to be on her own, so she’d usually just continue working for her Master, while her offspring were sold off. Some slave girls would have 10 and 12 kids by their slave masters. It was a booming business.
The practice still continued all they way up to 1960 in Australia with the Aborigines. The British would go into those villages and steal the girls and breed them with white men. A FABULOUS movie staring Kenneth Branagh goes into great detail about the practice of “forced mix breeding”. It’s called "The Rabbit Proof Fence".
It's sad but really good!
Young, Dumb, and full of Cum....
I was somewhere between 15 and 17 years old when I met Doug. I had been working the Dry cleaning gig for a couple years now every summer. Doug was approximately 38 or 39 and he was a delivery guy for Coca-cola. And next door to my job in the same strip mall was a liquor store where Doug would deliver soda’s daily.
The only way I could describe Doug was simply adorable!
Doug was SO adorable that it never really crossed my mind to approach him. I always thought that a guy like him had some Jenny McCarthy or Pamela Anderson looking girlfriend, and my black ass didn’t stand a chance. Now don’t get me wrong, I was confident as a mother fucker back in my teenage years, but I wasn’t a pro with the white boys just yet, and approaching a white dude took a little more courage and game.
So day after day I’d watch Doug deliver those sodas, and then quick as a flash he’d be gone. Well after 3 weeks of watching and lusting after Doug, the Sex Gods decided to open an opportunity for me. Doug’s load was a little heavier than usual and he had a hard time getting the door open, so just like the Hustler I am, I ran outside to open the door for him, and that made way for simple conversations between Doug and I.
Everyday I’d see him pull into the parking lot and I’d run out to hold the door open for him. Some days I’d be so desperate to see him that I’d be sitting outside smoking a cigarette and when I saw his truck pull up I’d get weak at the knees.
“What’s up little lady”, he would say to me on the way inside the liquor store.
“Nothing much, just waiting for YOU”, I would say back.
“REALLY, you waiting for me?” he responded.
“Yes, my day doesn’t officially begin till I see you”. I said.
He’d look at me with this half confused, half flattered look and say, “You’re a trip girl”
Everyday during his deliveries, Doug would stop and chat with me for about 10 minutes, and I’d always make the most of that 10 minutes. Soon those 10 minutes turned to 15, then 20, and when Doug started becoming late to his other delivery destinations; he decided to give me his pager number so that we could chat while he was driving making deliveries.
The summer was almost over and school was 2 weeks away, so I knew if I was going to get some dick, I had to act fast. Since I was pretty comfortable with Doug at this point, I just came right out and said the magic phrase that always seems to get me lucky with white dudes which is….” I’ve never been with a white guy before”. Now granted I was young, cute, and promiscuous, and was N-E-V-E-R turned down no matter how young I was, Doug was more than willing to take that risk with me.
So a plan had to be put into place.
Since Doug lived 40 minutes away, and getting a Hotel room with a 15 year old was out of the question, we decided that he would pull his truck to the back of the strip mall, I would pretend to be taking the trash to the dumpster, and we’d have a quick fuck in the back of his truck. Classy Right?
So I climbed inside the back and found a crate to sit on. I pulled off my pants and placed my panties around my ankles, and Doug wanted to enter my pussy unprotected but I didn’t let him.
“You got a rubber”, I asked.
“Do I need one”, he replied. “I’ll take it out when I’m about to cum”
For about 10 seconds I considered letting him do it, that is, until he said something real stupid.
“If you let me cum in you, then jump up and down, all the cum will fall out and you won’t get pregnant”.
I have him the, “God you’re stupid look”, and put my clothes back on.
That experience reminds me so much of the saying, “Young, Dumb, and full of Cum”.
We eventually fucked in a rural area Motel where all the pedophiles went, so the only thing that looked out of place was my black ass. But we did come prepared this time with rubbers and a small travel sized container of Vaseline.
Ahhhh, those were the days.
The only way I could describe Doug was simply adorable!
Doug was SO adorable that it never really crossed my mind to approach him. I always thought that a guy like him had some Jenny McCarthy or Pamela Anderson looking girlfriend, and my black ass didn’t stand a chance. Now don’t get me wrong, I was confident as a mother fucker back in my teenage years, but I wasn’t a pro with the white boys just yet, and approaching a white dude took a little more courage and game.
So day after day I’d watch Doug deliver those sodas, and then quick as a flash he’d be gone. Well after 3 weeks of watching and lusting after Doug, the Sex Gods decided to open an opportunity for me. Doug’s load was a little heavier than usual and he had a hard time getting the door open, so just like the Hustler I am, I ran outside to open the door for him, and that made way for simple conversations between Doug and I.
Everyday I’d see him pull into the parking lot and I’d run out to hold the door open for him. Some days I’d be so desperate to see him that I’d be sitting outside smoking a cigarette and when I saw his truck pull up I’d get weak at the knees.
“What’s up little lady”, he would say to me on the way inside the liquor store.
“Nothing much, just waiting for YOU”, I would say back.
“REALLY, you waiting for me?” he responded.
“Yes, my day doesn’t officially begin till I see you”. I said.
He’d look at me with this half confused, half flattered look and say, “You’re a trip girl”
Everyday during his deliveries, Doug would stop and chat with me for about 10 minutes, and I’d always make the most of that 10 minutes. Soon those 10 minutes turned to 15, then 20, and when Doug started becoming late to his other delivery destinations; he decided to give me his pager number so that we could chat while he was driving making deliveries.
The summer was almost over and school was 2 weeks away, so I knew if I was going to get some dick, I had to act fast. Since I was pretty comfortable with Doug at this point, I just came right out and said the magic phrase that always seems to get me lucky with white dudes which is….” I’ve never been with a white guy before”. Now granted I was young, cute, and promiscuous, and was N-E-V-E-R turned down no matter how young I was, Doug was more than willing to take that risk with me.
So a plan had to be put into place.
Since Doug lived 40 minutes away, and getting a Hotel room with a 15 year old was out of the question, we decided that he would pull his truck to the back of the strip mall, I would pretend to be taking the trash to the dumpster, and we’d have a quick fuck in the back of his truck. Classy Right?
So I climbed inside the back and found a crate to sit on. I pulled off my pants and placed my panties around my ankles, and Doug wanted to enter my pussy unprotected but I didn’t let him.
“You got a rubber”, I asked.
“Do I need one”, he replied. “I’ll take it out when I’m about to cum”
For about 10 seconds I considered letting him do it, that is, until he said something real stupid.
“If you let me cum in you, then jump up and down, all the cum will fall out and you won’t get pregnant”.
I have him the, “God you’re stupid look”, and put my clothes back on.
That experience reminds me so much of the saying, “Young, Dumb, and full of Cum”.
We eventually fucked in a rural area Motel where all the pedophiles went, so the only thing that looked out of place was my black ass. But we did come prepared this time with rubbers and a small travel sized container of Vaseline.
Ahhhh, those were the days.
80's Teen Idol Corey Haim found Dead - RIP
Damn, all my favorite 80’s Idols are fading away. The Lost Boys was a Kick ass fucking Movie.
RIP man!!
Actor Corey Haim -- best known for 80s films including License to Drive and the Lost Boys -- has died at the age of 38. Los Angeles Police Department confirmed the actor's death to TV station KTLA.
According to police, Haim, who had past substance-abuse problems, died at 3:30 a.m. Wednesday of an accidental overdose.
He reportedly was found unresponsive at his apartment. He was with his mother at the time of his death.
He was later pronounced dead at Providence St. Joseph's Medical Center in Burbank.
Ho's Gotta eat too....
I’m going to step away from the Hoein’ a moment and talk about my other favorite past time which is - feeding my belly with exotic foods. I’ve even entertained the idea of becoming a food critic or ghost writer for Sauce Magazine, but every media outlet that I wanted to write for were looking for “Volunteer Writers”, and I’m not about to waste my brain power writing articles for free. Fuck that! I’d rater blog about the places that I love to eat at and get paid from the affiliate links.
But the problem that I find with living in predominately “Black areas” is the lack of good places to eat, and if you live in “da hood”, then you’re really screwed. The only thing the Hood has to offer is Fried Chicken Joints, Bad Chinese food, White Castles, and Subway sandwich shops ran by Arabs and Indians. And if you’re lucky you may get a soul food restaurant or Tamale shack that remained in the area since the 60’s. But the problem with a lot of those restaurants is many change hands over the years and looses a lot of the fabulousness that made it popular. Look at London and Sons.
Anyone who’s a St. Louis native should know about London and Sons, Sweetie Pies, Brown Sugar, and White barn. Some of those places still have good food, and some don’t. That’s why it’s imperative that I live in a diverse neighborhood where the people are serious about serving good food and having a good reputation.
Take White Barn for instance. White Barn is a hamburger shack that’s smack dab in the middle of the ghetto, but everyone from Doctors, Lawyers, and business men would go there because the food was fabulous. Then the owners sold it to some degenerates, and the food turn to shit. I remember one day I stopped by there to get my son a plain Hot Dog, and I could see some teenagers cooking my food and listening to Rap music, and right then I knew my food was going to be shit. So when they handed me my greasy see through paper bag, I was horrified when I got home to see that those degenerates had put my son’s hot dog on a Hamburger bun. What the Fuck??
But thankfully today the areas that I frequent have fabulous diverse restaurants. And although one of my favorites is a Sushi joint that’s frequented by a bunch of arrogant pompous pricks, I have to remember that I’m there for the good food and not the people.
Can I ask you good people for a favor? Can you give me a restaurant recommendation? It can be anywhere in the world?
Give me the Name, City- State-or Country, and Type of food they serve. Leave a comment!
But the problem that I find with living in predominately “Black areas” is the lack of good places to eat, and if you live in “da hood”, then you’re really screwed. The only thing the Hood has to offer is Fried Chicken Joints, Bad Chinese food, White Castles, and Subway sandwich shops ran by Arabs and Indians. And if you’re lucky you may get a soul food restaurant or Tamale shack that remained in the area since the 60’s. But the problem with a lot of those restaurants is many change hands over the years and looses a lot of the fabulousness that made it popular. Look at London and Sons.
Anyone who’s a St. Louis native should know about London and Sons, Sweetie Pies, Brown Sugar, and White barn. Some of those places still have good food, and some don’t. That’s why it’s imperative that I live in a diverse neighborhood where the people are serious about serving good food and having a good reputation.
Take White Barn for instance. White Barn is a hamburger shack that’s smack dab in the middle of the ghetto, but everyone from Doctors, Lawyers, and business men would go there because the food was fabulous. Then the owners sold it to some degenerates, and the food turn to shit. I remember one day I stopped by there to get my son a plain Hot Dog, and I could see some teenagers cooking my food and listening to Rap music, and right then I knew my food was going to be shit. So when they handed me my greasy see through paper bag, I was horrified when I got home to see that those degenerates had put my son’s hot dog on a Hamburger bun. What the Fuck??
But thankfully today the areas that I frequent have fabulous diverse restaurants. And although one of my favorites is a Sushi joint that’s frequented by a bunch of arrogant pompous pricks, I have to remember that I’m there for the good food and not the people.
Can I ask you good people for a favor? Can you give me a restaurant recommendation? It can be anywhere in the world?
Give me the Name, City- State-or Country, and Type of food they serve. Leave a comment!
Sucking Dicks in the parking lot....
The year was 1992, and it was the summer before I was set to begin 9th grade. Summer was restless, so my parents felt it was in my best interest to get a part-time job to keep me occupied. So just like many other teenagers, I went and filled out applications at many neighborhood establishments.
And with the gift of manipulation, I was able to land a “lazy person’s job” at a local dry cleaner waiting on customers and tagging clothes. As I was sitting at the counter completing my application, another woman walked in and asked for an application. So here we were sitting side by side completing applications. We struck up a friendly conversation and she told me her name was Cindy and she was a recovering drug addict that needed a job in order to get her kids back from state custody. Since I never pass judgment on another person’s past, I wished her good luck, and hopefully we’ll be working together soon. We shook hands and left.
The next day I got the call from the cleaners that I got the job and they wanted me to start ASAP. When I arrived I saw that Cindy was there too and I was delighted to see her. She actually hugged me when I walked in. She was really cool people.
Cindy and I worked side by side for 2 weeks; we mopped the floors, cleaned the bathroom, waited on customers, and tagged clothes. We even managed to go to lunch a few times together. It was delightful.
She confided in me that she was a crack addict and did all kinds of fucked up shit to get high, and lost her kids when she went to jail for drug possession and prostitution. And part of her agreement to get her kids back was getting a job and a place to stay. I talked to her about my promiscuity and she would always tell me to be careful.
That day was pay day and the boss was passing out checks when we got back from lunch. This was our first check and both of us were excited as hell to finally be getting paid. Both of our checks were $95.00. I could see the disgust in Cindy’s face as she grabbed the calculator and tallied up her hours to make sure that her check was correct. She stood there for 10 minutes staring miserably at her check and tapping her fingers against the counter.
“$95.00 FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS” She yelled at the top of her lungs. I frantically tried to calm her down because I didn’t want her to loose her job. I pulled her to the back and explained that they probably held back the first week and her next check will be greater. Well, she wasn’t hearing that. She told me that she was living in a motel and owed them some money, and she also needed to pay for 2 extra days so that her kids can come and visit on the weekend. I offered to give her my $95.00 check but she refused and said;
“No thank You Erika… I can make more money sucking dicks out in the parking lot”.
And funny enough, I couldn't argue with that.
And with the gift of manipulation, I was able to land a “lazy person’s job” at a local dry cleaner waiting on customers and tagging clothes. As I was sitting at the counter completing my application, another woman walked in and asked for an application. So here we were sitting side by side completing applications. We struck up a friendly conversation and she told me her name was Cindy and she was a recovering drug addict that needed a job in order to get her kids back from state custody. Since I never pass judgment on another person’s past, I wished her good luck, and hopefully we’ll be working together soon. We shook hands and left.
The next day I got the call from the cleaners that I got the job and they wanted me to start ASAP. When I arrived I saw that Cindy was there too and I was delighted to see her. She actually hugged me when I walked in. She was really cool people.
Cindy and I worked side by side for 2 weeks; we mopped the floors, cleaned the bathroom, waited on customers, and tagged clothes. We even managed to go to lunch a few times together. It was delightful.
She confided in me that she was a crack addict and did all kinds of fucked up shit to get high, and lost her kids when she went to jail for drug possession and prostitution. And part of her agreement to get her kids back was getting a job and a place to stay. I talked to her about my promiscuity and she would always tell me to be careful.
That day was pay day and the boss was passing out checks when we got back from lunch. This was our first check and both of us were excited as hell to finally be getting paid. Both of our checks were $95.00. I could see the disgust in Cindy’s face as she grabbed the calculator and tallied up her hours to make sure that her check was correct. She stood there for 10 minutes staring miserably at her check and tapping her fingers against the counter.
“$95.00 FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS” She yelled at the top of her lungs. I frantically tried to calm her down because I didn’t want her to loose her job. I pulled her to the back and explained that they probably held back the first week and her next check will be greater. Well, she wasn’t hearing that. She told me that she was living in a motel and owed them some money, and she also needed to pay for 2 extra days so that her kids can come and visit on the weekend. I offered to give her my $95.00 check but she refused and said;
“No thank You Erika… I can make more money sucking dicks out in the parking lot”.
And funny enough, I couldn't argue with that.
When the wife finds out....
Jesus take the wheel....
I had something happen yesterday that hasn’t happen in a LONG time. A wife found my number in her husband’s wallet. Good lord! The whole ordeal was swift because she asked for Eva which is an old email name that I once used, so I’m almost positive that I’ve never seen her husband. Everybody knows me as Erika, so if they refer to me by any other name, I know for sure they haven’t seen me.
I could tell that she was on “Kick Ass” mode, because she called me a bitch when I refused to spill the beans. No need to go back and fourth so I ignored her, then she called back and said she Googled my number, which they all do.
So now she knows what I do and who I am. THANKS DUDE!
I’m pretty sure she’s reading this because she found my website on Girldirectory.com when she Googled me, and I’m quite positive she’s lurking and reading my website and blog.
But yeah Sweetheart, don’t worry, I’m almost 100% positive that your husband is NOT a client of mine so relax your nerves!
I had something happen yesterday that hasn’t happen in a LONG time. A wife found my number in her husband’s wallet. Good lord! The whole ordeal was swift because she asked for Eva which is an old email name that I once used, so I’m almost positive that I’ve never seen her husband. Everybody knows me as Erika, so if they refer to me by any other name, I know for sure they haven’t seen me.
I could tell that she was on “Kick Ass” mode, because she called me a bitch when I refused to spill the beans. No need to go back and fourth so I ignored her, then she called back and said she Googled my number, which they all do.
So now she knows what I do and who I am. THANKS DUDE!
I’m pretty sure she’s reading this because she found my website on Girldirectory.com when she Googled me, and I’m quite positive she’s lurking and reading my website and blog.
But yeah Sweetheart, don’t worry, I’m almost 100% positive that your husband is NOT a client of mine so relax your nerves!
Political Correctness is Evil....
***Might be offensive so brace yourself***
A family member’s car died Saturday a couple of blocks away from my parent’s house, and since I was there, I decided to be a Good Samaritan and give him a ride home. He was waiting inside of CiCi’s Pizza eating when I arrived, and he offered to buy me lunch.
As I was sitting in CiCi’s eating my lunch, the place was wall to wall with ghetto Negro’s and poor white trash. It was so crowded that I immediately became uncomfortable. The table next to me had at least 7 rowdy kids running back and fourth to the buffet. The adults were loud, ghetto, and fucking obnoxious as hell. Then all of a sudden two women started arguing at the top of their lungs. The white couple on the other side had 4 little dirty kids, and the oldest was throwing a major tantrum, so the dad decides to hit him but that did nothing but make the boy cry louder.
As I sat there watching this human Zoo unfold, a quote from President Theodore Roosevelt instantly came to mind. And the Quote was:
“Society has no business to permit degenerates to reproduce their kind. The great problem of civilization is to secure a relative increase of the valuable as compared with the less valuable or noxious elements in the population. I wish very much that the wrong people could be prevented entirely from breeding; and when the evil nature of these people is sufficiently flagrant, this should be done. Criminals should be sterilized and feebleminded persons forbidden to leave offspring behind them.”
I think we have WAY too many freedoms in this country. And a woman’s right to constantly breed and NOT be self sufficient or in control of her children is a freedom that I wish could be destroyed, ASAP! I take the responsibility off the man because it’s the woman’s duty to make sure she doesn’t get pregnant. I can’t control what comes out of his dick, but I can control what enters my pussy, and semen is a substance that I work very hard to avoid.
This is an ongoing argument that I have with family members. But as I’ve said before, some of our freedoms will destroy us. Take Integration for instance. I firmly believe that Integration was the worst fucking freedom that blacks could have ever gained. Think about it. When Segregation ended, most of our black intellectuals, scholars and business owners fled the community, and the degenerates were left to fend for themselves, which is like having a Zoo ran by the animals. It becomes destroyed.
Look at Wellston, Kinloch, and the North Side of St. Louis which was once bustling with black businesses, good black schools, and hospitals ran by blacks. And when Segregation ended, all the better and more self sufficient black folks fled to the county and the city became a war zone. Look at those areas now, it’s the worst fucking thing I ever seen! This trend is all across the Nation, it's called Urban Decay!
But I refuse to give up on my people and move away. I LOVE my community. I Love walking out my door in the morning and seeing people that look like me, that’s natural living. And that’s why I fight tooth and nail to keep my money in my community. And THANK YOU to all my clients who spend their money in my community by coming to “The Kinky Cottage”
May your blowjobs be great and your orgasms even greater...
Much LOVE!
A family member’s car died Saturday a couple of blocks away from my parent’s house, and since I was there, I decided to be a Good Samaritan and give him a ride home. He was waiting inside of CiCi’s Pizza eating when I arrived, and he offered to buy me lunch.
As I was sitting in CiCi’s eating my lunch, the place was wall to wall with ghetto Negro’s and poor white trash. It was so crowded that I immediately became uncomfortable. The table next to me had at least 7 rowdy kids running back and fourth to the buffet. The adults were loud, ghetto, and fucking obnoxious as hell. Then all of a sudden two women started arguing at the top of their lungs. The white couple on the other side had 4 little dirty kids, and the oldest was throwing a major tantrum, so the dad decides to hit him but that did nothing but make the boy cry louder.
As I sat there watching this human Zoo unfold, a quote from President Theodore Roosevelt instantly came to mind. And the Quote was:
“Society has no business to permit degenerates to reproduce their kind. The great problem of civilization is to secure a relative increase of the valuable as compared with the less valuable or noxious elements in the population. I wish very much that the wrong people could be prevented entirely from breeding; and when the evil nature of these people is sufficiently flagrant, this should be done. Criminals should be sterilized and feebleminded persons forbidden to leave offspring behind them.”
I think we have WAY too many freedoms in this country. And a woman’s right to constantly breed and NOT be self sufficient or in control of her children is a freedom that I wish could be destroyed, ASAP! I take the responsibility off the man because it’s the woman’s duty to make sure she doesn’t get pregnant. I can’t control what comes out of his dick, but I can control what enters my pussy, and semen is a substance that I work very hard to avoid.
This is an ongoing argument that I have with family members. But as I’ve said before, some of our freedoms will destroy us. Take Integration for instance. I firmly believe that Integration was the worst fucking freedom that blacks could have ever gained. Think about it. When Segregation ended, most of our black intellectuals, scholars and business owners fled the community, and the degenerates were left to fend for themselves, which is like having a Zoo ran by the animals. It becomes destroyed.
Look at Wellston, Kinloch, and the North Side of St. Louis which was once bustling with black businesses, good black schools, and hospitals ran by blacks. And when Segregation ended, all the better and more self sufficient black folks fled to the county and the city became a war zone. Look at those areas now, it’s the worst fucking thing I ever seen! This trend is all across the Nation, it's called Urban Decay!
But I refuse to give up on my people and move away. I LOVE my community. I Love walking out my door in the morning and seeing people that look like me, that’s natural living. And that’s why I fight tooth and nail to keep my money in my community. And THANK YOU to all my clients who spend their money in my community by coming to “The Kinky Cottage”
May your blowjobs be great and your orgasms even greater...
Much LOVE!
The Lusty Chick
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