My baby was wearing his first box today

One of the funniest habits new residents display in Secondlife is wearing boxes. You often see some newbee who buys an item, a dress, or some piece of clothing, and then proceeds to wear the box, instead of unpacking it and taking his clothes out.

Today, my little boy Whotter did this too. For the first time. I consider this a milestone in the development of kids in Secondlife, even when they are little critters, like my baby otter. Of course Stephanie, who has made herself into his adopted mother and claims him most of the time, thought this very funny too.

When he finally succeeded to unpack his box, that he must have found or stolen somewhere since he has no money of his own, we saw what it was all about: within no time he had these fishbones hanging from his beak. Whotter finally got to collect his own food!

Good kid, still wonder where he got it though.

Poor hookers: it was Super Bowl weekend

I guess I am glad the weekend is over. A weird thing to say for a street hooker, who needs her dose of cash and cum from drunk, adulterating and horny men in the weekends most. But this weekend was different. This was a sports weekend.

And we don t like sports. Well.. to do it ourselves and get our bodies in shape for you guys to drool (and possibly cum) over them, yes. But we don t like the sort of sports that stains carpets, streets and keyboards with beer and fat from chicken wings.

Super Sunday is not so super for us, girls of the streets. We just hang, catch a cold and wait forever. For those few men who prefer straight, heathy sex to beer and pizza...

Lazy hookers rooftop lounge

It was one of these days. I don't think I have to explain what sort of day, you have guessed it already: the waiting was endless. The men were neither hard, nor horny. They certainly didn't bring any juice into the game. So what does a hard-working hooker do then?

I can't tell you what a hard-working hooker does, honestly, but the not-so-hard-working hooker will turn it into a nice, lazy, and possibly horny day nonetheless. The party just goes on without you.
This time my friends Suzi, Bojana and Misty had decided to drag an old sofa up on the rooftop of the pub. This made us a perfect spot to overlook 'the battlefield' below.

It was a nice and comfy, but at the same time very exciting solution to the problem of the saay: how do we get through it. While we were smoking our joints and laughing at the girls below, who were still trying to work, we slowly wasted our hours away in happiness. That's one of the better ways to let a day go to ruin. I can tell you. Many productive, hard-working men would be envious of us. Their wives, well... they never liked us anyways, so I'm not going to mention those.

A small sex break during office work

A couple of years ago I saw the movie "She-Devil" with Meryl Streep. One of the most memorable scenes from this copy is the one in which the main character's husband has his new secretary sit on the copier machine. While he fucks her the machine spits out copies off her butt.
These copies are of course used in court in a divorce trial, but the idea sticks to the mind as cum sticks to sheets, or a carpet, if you're not so careful.

I was quite exstatic today to be called in by a gentleman who needed a break from his office work. Not so much by that perse, as it happens more often, but by the sight of a copier in his closed-off workspace. He was quite straightforward with me, to the point of being rude, but that's not a big issue for me. A man has to do his duty: pay me and make good use of the time he just bought himself.

And that's what he did, on the copier, he didn't need much more than a subtle hint for that. When he was done, he told me to bugger off. So I walked back to my own office to clean up after the act.

The money business

What is it all about? Escorting I mean. Well.. people would say: sex. I agree, partly. It's of course all about sex as a business. Sex and money. So, what does an escort do when she gets bored? The same thing you'd think Scrooge McDuck does all day, well.. after he's done with swimming in his money.

We count our money!

Staying indoors

Some days the weather is so terrible that even a street girl like me will choose to stay in the house. It's good then if you have a few trusted regulars that'll contact you. Some of them may even take the trouble of visiting you.

All I have to do then is take them upstairs. Then the fun can start. Rainy days aren't always as bad.

Back in business after the holidays

Well.. Happy New Year to all of you!

I'm back after the holidays. Few men need my services then. Well.. they might actually be in need and left in this state by their wives, but there's little to be done about that when they can't flee their families during Christmas and New Year.

The good news of course is: after the holidays I am back as well, ready to cater to all of their needs. Ready to have them do all kinds of things their wives and girlfriends don't like, or are too afraid of to ask from them.
I see that as a primary thing I do: I help them live out their fantasies. I do my best to make it a fun experience and in the course of events I enjoy myself wondering what the next client will bring.

Some of my girlfriends claim that 'men are all the same'. I don't believe that anymore, But I suppose that's also why they try to keep their boyfriends hidden from me.