April Avalon

Pulling a Fast One

2005-09-30T01:41:00.000-02:30

Alan was scheduled to work at 8 o'clock. He needed new shoes for work, because you could see his toe through the sole of his shoe in his old ones! April doesn't let her men walk around like that! ;) Since the shoes weren't for anything special, we went to Walmart. It was around seven. I love shopping. We were there, and I was trying on hats, shoes, and looking at purses. But Alan took longer than I did to find shoes. He's such a girl. ;)

As we're leaving the store, I looked at my watch and it had suddenly become 10 to eight! Alan is supposed to be at work already. I have about ten minutes to get his ass across the city. Worse than that, he's still in his jeans and t-shirt! Not appropriate attire for him to walk into the workplace wearing when he's already late.

My solution to this? Speed like hell, while he changes his clothes.

With lightning speed, I swing out of the parking lot, and onto the road, and I don't give the gas pedal a break. I'm weaving in and out of traffic trying to pass people. I hit a red light, but I'm lucky enough to be first in the lane, so I can fly down the road with no one in my way when the lights change again. I look over at Alan, who's still got his clothes on. I pull his work shirt from the backseat, and throw it to him. "Take off your shirt!" He obeys, and removes his shirt, seatbelt still on. I'm laughing, and too afraid to look at the car beside us. He takes off his shirt and puts the other one on. He asks me to hand him his pants. He starts unzipping. We're both laughing, and I mention that it'll be a fantastic blog entry.

The traffic light turns green, and I hammer on the peddle again. My car starts to move, and I'm ahead of the traffic behind me. Except this white van. It's following me kind of closely. I laugh and think that this guy must be in as much of a rush as we are, and I push on the gas a little harder. Looking in my mirror, to see if he's still close, I inspect the van a little more closely. I can barely make them out, but those are unmistakeably lights on the roof.

"Alan, oh my god, that's a fucking COP CAR!"

2005-09-23T13:09:00.000-02:30

My apartment has still been undergoing construction since I've come back. I've learned I LOVE to plaster! I suppose it's the perfectionist in me - I love smoothing this stuff on, filling in all the imperfections, and then sanding it neat and tidy. I think I've gone overkill on it, but who cares? My walls will be perfectly smooth for when I put primer on.

I've lived in this apartment for three years, and hated it every day until recently. I love my new floors, I love the idea that the bubblegum pink and minty green paint will soon disappear under vivacious reds and coffee tones. Replacing the 70's bathroom sink that has ancient PLASTIC taps for a pedestal sink! :) I'm excited about living here now. It's my project. Something that will turn out to be a true representation of me, and my style.

Alan is officially moving in on Monday. His job has been transferred to a location close to here for then. He seems so happy.. :) I hope I can keep him happy while he's here 24/7.

My phone will be hooked up starting on the 30th, meaning I can take calls all day and night without having to worry about my cells daytime minute allowance. YAY!

I'm now off to spend one of my last days here alone cleaning and enjoying being able to have "April" time. :)

Monster-in-law

2005-09-16T11:54:00.000-02:30

I was surprised to hear that Alan told his parents yesterday that he is moving in with me. We had a date set of October 14th for his move, but likely it will be closer to the end of the current month the way things are going. That's another step up from after Christmas which was the original plan. Things are moving quite quickly.

I went to pick him up after a night out with friends, around 11:00. I had told him earlier in the day that I would be there at that time, and to meet me outside. I pulled up at about 10:55, turned on the dome light, and started to read. Five minutes later, Alan came outside. He was smiling, and I knew what was going on. His parents wanted me to come in. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Remembering that his mother has been bedridden for the past week due to a knee infection, I walk towards the door, saying "At least your mom can't get out of bed yet. Right? Right?" He looked back at me, and smiled a little grin. Shit. Shit. Shit. She's up and walking towards the door as we walk in. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I'm terrified. Literally. Not of physical harm, but of the uncomfortable conversation that is about to unfold. I've never done well with uncomfortable subjects, which comes from my mother. If you try and bring something up to my mother you want to discuss, she just shuts down. I'd like to think I'm not that bad. But if there was ever a time I would, it would have been last night.

His mother sat down on the loveseat in the living room, and asked me to sit down next to her. The first thing she said was "It's OKAY!" hahaha :) I think she could sense the tension. But they did try and talk us out of it, which was fine. In fact, I would have been shocked if they didn't, because they're good parents. Good parents try and change their only sons mind when he wants to move out and shack up with his girl at nineteen, after only three months of dating. Alan, you're lucky. What did my mom do when I told her you were moving in? She certainly didn't say anything like your parents did. Your parents care about you.

Aside from telling us that they don't approve of how fast it's happening, they did inform us of some very good things that we hadn't considered, such things as health insurance and how he wouldn't be qualified for the family insurance if he didn't live at home. That's something that I didn't know. So when he does move in, his address isn't going to be changed on any documentation, such as his drivers licence. To me, that makes it feel less "official," but I understand it.

They are such caring people. they love their son so much, and it's shown in everything they do and think about. They asked me what I was missing from my apartment, and I was sad to have to tell them that I have everything. Down to dishes and everything. They said they'd been carrying stuff around with them in storage the many times they've moved for "Alan's first apartment," and I think they're sad that they don't get to really help out all that much. It came up that they're likely going to give us their old dehumidifier, which is great, because that's saving me at least $150. I was reluctant about it at first, but it really does make sense if they want to buy a newer, quieter one, because we really really do need one. His mother has been after me for weeks on whether I have one or not yet, but she doesn't realize that I simply don't have a few hundred dollars just to throw away, especially the way gas prices were. I used all $200 of my emergency money since my last paycheck. But I don't want her to think that I'm not responsibly budgeted.

Later on, I asked how his sister had taken it. She's only young, about 14. Her and her brother get along so well, and as Alans father put it, he's her link to sanity. hehe :) I don't have any siblings, so I don't know what that's like. But it can't be fun to think that you're going to be the only child left in the house. Alan assured me it's not quite as bad as hs mother put it.

As we were getting ready to leave, it was close on midnight at this point, his mother said "Thanksgiving is HERE, and that's final! You can even help me with it." I almost cried there and then.

Eep. I thought it was hard to balance two sets of parents. What the hell am I going to do with THREE? :)

Changes

2005-09-03T00:10:00.000-02:30

SO SO much going on. I feel like I haven't stopped for the past week.

I am back home in my apartment! Finally! I'd been living with my ex-boyfriend for about five months while my place was being renovated.

It was a hell living with him. At the time I moved in, I was expecting to be there for two weeks, and the boy and I were still together - barely. I came home from work at night tired, and worn out, only to hear of my shortcomings. We argued, and I always was made to feel worhtless. There was even an argument, near the end of my time there, where I was thrown out, and slept in my car for the night. For the last year or so, it'd been a very unloving relationship. When Alan came into my life, I realized there was so much more I could have. We'd talk about me and the boyfriend, and he'd be shocked of the things I'd say, all the while, I thought the way things were going were normal. He wasn't abusive or any such silly thing, but just very detatched.

I can give the exact moment that I fell out of love with the old boyfriend. We were driving on the highway at around 9pm at night, 120/kph, when I saw a minivan stopped in our lane, no emergency lights, nothing. It was dark, and by the time I realized he didn't see it, all I could think to say was "..car.. car! CAR!" while furiously pointing to the road. By the time he saw it we were on top of it, and he had to swerve into the other lane to avoid it. Because of the sudden swerve at such a high speed, the car started fishtailing, and somehow we ended up spinning around a few times. We only stopped when we hit the guardrail to an overpass bridge, with a large drop onto an underpass right outside my window. I thought for sure we were going over, and that it was all over. When the car smacked the rail, and I realized that we were stopped, I lost it. I started crying and screaming. I fucking lost my head. He got out to check the damage to the front of his car before he even asked if I was okay. On our way home, I was still softly crying; not because of the accident, but because I felt so unloved and alone. He hadn't even held my hand or given me a hug for reassurance. It was that moment that my heart unattached itself.

Alan doesn't realize how big of a change what we have is to what I've gotten used to over the past four years. It's very scary to me sometimes, and i unconsciously push him away because of it. He's just too wonderful to me, and always full of surprises.

There have been many changes in the past little while in my life. I bought a car, I have a newly renovated apartment, new haircut (new look!), a new boyfriend (huge change), and the ability to get back into the phone sex business, something I couldn't do with the old boyfriend. I have officially decided to quit my current day job. I deserve alot better treatment than what they've offered. I also recently discovered that I'm not eligible for the medical/dental/vison insurance I was told about during my orientation for the reason that I'm considered part time. I work 35 hours a week. That's not part time, in my opinion. I also should have been told this before, as I've asked about it numerous times. I've given them a year of my life, and they won't even help me get a pair of glasses for my worsening vision? It's not as if they're some small mom and pop shop, they're a major international company. Yeah, I've had my fill. So I'm on the lookout for a new job as well. :)

I'm the type of person who's always been afraid of change. But having all of these good things happen in such a short period of time (think two-three months) has shown me how much FUN change can be. I've completely altered almost every part of my lifestyle, and I still have things left to do. :) I can't wait to start running into people who haven't seen the NEW me yet. ;)

Maple Syrup

2005-09-01T00:04:00.000-02:30

Ooooohhhh.. GO SEE! GO SEE!! :D

Seeing beautiful unique things like this gives me so much to look forward to when I can do this with Alan. He's always up for ANYTHING, so I can basically do whatever I want with him in regards to photos. I love love love this gallery, and I know Alan will too - he's infatuated with Maple syrup. ;) hehe

It's a fantastic site in general, I found it last night while surfing around, and I've already linked it. I just hope it gets updated often!! :)

2005-08-31T23:52:00.000-02:30

I know you just want to look at me when you're talking to me.
I know you just want to admire your girlfriend while she gets her shower.
i know you just want to sit on the bed and smile patiently while I dry my hair, get dressed, etc.
I know you just want to watch that serious look on my face when I'm speeding through the street in the car.

I don't like you watching me because I'm afraid that you'll see something you don't like.
I'm afraid that you'll realize how much better you can do if you watch me just being me.
I'm afraid that one day I'll notice you aren't looking at me anymore because your eyes have wandered to someone else.

Day job

2005-08-25T16:00:00.000-02:30

I've gotten three calls from my day employer today.

One was at 9:55 this morning. Not only was it something unimportant, it was really rude to call me that early in the morning. 10 may not be THAT early, but as far as they know, I could have been out until 5am last night.

Second call - 10:06. Asking questions about a customers order. I had already left all of the information there and available. Alan and I were actually having sex at the time, and he didn't stop. Can you imagine how HARD it is to answer questions about something redundant when you have someone inside you, pumping away?

The last one, about forty minutes ago, became a voicemail. I saw the number, rolled my eyes exasperated, and decided to not pick up. I checked my voicemail, and lo and behold, I was being told I *have* to work tomorrow from 3-7.

I'm not going to. I'm calling them back to tell them no. Not only will that mean that I'm working tomorrow, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, but I'm not going in for a four hour shift. It's not worth my time, and it's not worth the kilometers on my car and gas to get there. I'm feeling walked over enough as it is; I'm enjoying my two days off like anyone else should be allowed to. Fuck you guys.

What's a day off when all I think about is work?

Paradise by the Dashboard Light

2005-08-17T14:19:00.000-02:30

I just love the stage we're in. It's the one, and everyone will know what I'm talking about, where everything is still fresh and new and fun. Everything you do is still a first, or if it isn't a first, you consider it a REAL first, because the first first was just pratice for the REAL first. You know what I mean. even if you don't, you know how much fun it is!

Last night we had dinner with his parents. Trying to look my best, I wore my pinstripe skirt. I used a new lotion on my legs and they were incredibly smooth. Dinner was lovely, and afterwards we went out for coffee and dessert. Snowballs and peanut butter balls, my favorite! (What can I say, I'm easy to please!) Alan suggested driving out to Cape Spear, when he had his hand on my leg. The further we drove, the more deliberate his stroking got. It got to the point where I couldn't concentrate on the road anymore.

I was in the drivers seat. one foot on the passenger side of the dashboard, one on the passenger side headrest, my back pressed against the door. I spilled starbucks all over the floor of my brand new car, trying to give him better access, but at the time I didn't have a care in the world about it. I barely do now! My windows were fogged up like a steam room.

Back to his place, exhausted and satisfied, we watched an episode of Six Feet Under! (We're already on the second season!) During the episode, my clothing magically removed itself again. We didn't end up sleeping until 3am.

This morning we did it all over again. I dropped him off at work this morning, and I know he'll be thinking of it all day.

EXCITING NEWS!!! ***I should be back in my apartment within days - maybe even tonight!!*** Update later!

Strip Club! ;)

2005-08-16T14:13:00.000-02:30

I met a caller this weekend! I was waiting for some friends to show up at a bar when he approached and asked if I was who he thought I was. It was great - thanks baby, sorry I couldn't stay for that drink! Next time? ;)

Alan and I and a few friends of ours went to a strip club Saturday night! It was fantastic. I'd love to do that someday. I never will, but I can dream. There was this one dancer, and god was she beautiful. She had platinum blonde hair, and the longest legs ever! I'd actually venture to say that she was probably a size 10 or 12, not your typical stripper. But what a reaction she got! There were two bachelor parties there that night, and the place was full. The whole crowd went wild as she teased them. It was great, and a huge turn on! She loved it. I loved it.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I get more than my share of compliments. Almost every caller that I speak with says something sweet and unecessary. But multiply that into a room full of men hollering and cheering for you; big difference. Maybe someday. ;)

Porn Star

2005-08-12T00:01:00.000-02:30

I've been totally freaked out since earlier today when a caller, who was honestly trying to give a compliment, told me I had porn-star lips. He may as well have told me I had humongous fish-like things attached to my mouth! All I keep picturing is Pamela Anderson, Angelina Jolie, Jesse James..etc.. Lips that look like they're about to explode!~

Alan was trying to be compassionate, by telling me my lips were beautiful, but that just freaked me out even more, because he was looking at them.

Are they really that bad?? Are they that huge?? Disproportionate? Do I have FAT lips???
Even worse, do I belong on awfulplasticsurgery.com? (Not that I've had plastic surgery, but do I LOOK like it??)
I think I'm going to lose it.

Later on, I caught him staring at me while I was using the computer. I smiled, and asked "What is it?"
"Your lips.. they're so sexy"

So now I'm going to walk around for the next 100 days with my lips pressed together.

That now you blow my mind, Honey, You're sweeter, Than anything

2005-08-11T07:58:00.000-02:30

Last night was amazing. Fucking amazing.

It started off yesterday afternoon, when I was sitting at his computer, searching the news or some such ridiculous thing, when he came over to talk to me. He was standing next to me, talking about something, when I swirled my chair away from the computer desk, and while still listening, looked up at him, and unbuttoned his pants. He has the cutest stomach you've EVER seen. It's warm and inviting, and all I want to do is kiss it and run my fingers through the soft little red hairs that cover it. It's beautiful. After admiring that for a second, I needed to pull everything down, and just take him in my mouth. He was certainly caught off guard. I couldn't help it though, I'd been thinking of him and doing such a thing all day. I pushed him down to the bed, and laid there with him, just slowly sucking, in no rush to get anywhere, just loving the act, not concerned with the results. Taking him deep, loving every inch of him.

I LOVED the look on his face when I was doing it. He admired at first, just watching and enjoying, but as it continued, he closed his eyes, getting totally into it, until he was close. At that point, you can see the pleasure and agony all mixed into one. It's a fantastic show, and one I love to direct.

Later that night, he returned the favour, as polite men do. ;) My god, does that boy know JUST what to do to me. He gets me so close so fast, my body has no idea what to do with itself. There are times I want to push him off because the feeling is just too intense, but I don't have the ability to do so. It feels like I'll die if he doesn't stop, but I just can't bring myself to make him. I love it. Last night was incredible, he has the softest tongue in the world. It felt great - fantastic! - but my body just did not want to cum. I was on the edge for about three minutes, but Alan just wasn't taking no for an answer. The buildup to it was so intense that when I finally DID manage to orgasm, I went crazy. My hips wouldn't keep still - I was literally trying to fuck his face, I think. I have no idea. I had no control over myself in that moment. It was spectacular. Amazing. Unreal. He's just too good to me.

My legs wouldn't stop shaking. Every few seconds I'd shiver in pleasure and couldn't help but let out an ooh. And this was AFTER the orgasm!~ I just couldn't stop writhing around on the bed, running my hands over me, over him, and just enjoying. After a few minutes Alan couldn't contain his giggles at me. He told me I was acting like I was high. So, what else could I do but let out a "Duuuuuuuuude." hehe He had a huge laugh at that. He's so much fun. :)

He's Perfect.. so flawless. :)

2005-08-10T12:33:00.000-02:30

If you had asked me six months ago what I would need to have in a guy to consider dating him, I would have given you five strict guidelines.

1) I need someone who's lively and fun! Who can make me laugh even in the most serious of times. Alan IS that. He's goofy and sweet and would do anything to cheer me up.

2) I need someone who's not afraid of emotional intimacy, or showing it in physical ways. There was a huge lack of both of those things in my last relationship. Alan and I have already seriously talked about huge things. Enormous things. People have said they've wanted to make a lifelong commitment to me in the past. But I've always known that it would never happen. I'm not saying all of those men were bullshitting, but I don't think they've seen the relationship in an analytical dissective sort of way as I did. Either way, whenever someone said that to me, I could have easily pointed out ten reasons why it could never work. With Alan and I there is no doubt that it could happen. I mean, REALLY happen. And to add to that emotional attachment, we've had sex every night this week.

3) I need someone who trusts me. When Alan and I first became friends, the person I was dating was so enraged with jealousy over it that it pushed me further and further away until there was no getting me back. I will never again be with anyone who doesn't trust me 100 percent, because it hurts too much to be thought of as anything but a trustworthy person when I've done nothing to warrant any such suspicion.

4) I need someone with an open mind. This is pretty self explanitory considering what I do, and taking into account what Alan is about to do. I will never feel like less of a person because someone doesn't morally agree with something I am interested in exploring. I'm just more liberated than most people when it comes to sex, sexual orientation, and strict life rules.

5) Red hair! Okay, so maybe that's not one of them.. but it doesn't hurt! ;) I've ALWAYS been naturally attracted to redheads. Girls, guys, whatever. They're beautiful. Gorgeous! Lucky! SEXY! It's what first caught my eye with him, all those months ago.

But most importantly, I need someone I look up to. Who I adore with everything I have. Who I feel safe with, no matter how vulnerable I'm feeling. Last Saturday i learned of some things at my day job which were seriously threatening to my employment. We went out Saturday night, and I got wasted. So wasted it took me more than eight hours to sober myself up. I had never been so drunk in my life. Not only did Alan take care of me the entire night, (and buy me a drink whenever I wished!) he made sure I didn't drive anywhere, etc, he took me home to his bed, and let me sleep it off. When I told him I was feeling so empty that I needed physical contact with him, he didn't even blink. He doesn't even realize how much of a provider he is.

And it's not even just him who's so amazing. His whole family is. Last night I had a flat tire on my way to go pick him up from work. I had only about ten minutes until he was off. Since I knew roadside assistance would be a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, I called Alan's mother to go and get him, so he wouldn't be waiting. she insisted that both her and his father were coming to get the both of us. His father laid on the cold dirty ground to fix my tire, and was most pleasant about it. He even read through the only car manual I had with me, the french version, because I couldn't. His sister has been a doll 100% of the time, even though I'm sure my prescence takes away from the time that she would spend with him, doing their geeky video-game stuff. ;)

Overall, I don't know how I am so lucky to have all of this. There's not one thing that makes me say "everything would be PERFECT if it wasn't for *example*!" which is one of the most common things you'll hear someone say when they are conversing about their relationship. I have everything I've ever wanted, and more than I've ever dreamed of. And I'll never ever let it go. ;)

Wow, was I young and stupid..

2005-08-09T14:12:00.000-02:30

The Early Phone Slut Days

Moving on..

2005-08-03T11:21:00.000-02:30

Who in their right mind lets their girlfriend work in the sex industry?
I mean, there are so many issues surrounding it.
Unknown men, strangers, get to ask your girlfriend for anything they sexually please. And she performs.

The strange thing is, I'm perfectly comfortable with Alan working the lines or camshows too. And I'll be the first to admit that I am the jealous type. ;) But I have my own reasons for that. The only rule I have is that he can not do it with anyone that we personally know, paid or not. I think that it will just work for us.

We've talked about moving in together before, just for the reason that it would make it so much more profitable for the both of us. Not only would he not have his parents knocking on his bedroom door while he was trying to do a camshow, his presence would make it possible for couple shows, even though I don't want to jump into those right away.Becuase I wouldn't have to go pick him up all the time, it would save tons of kilometers on my car, not to mention that gas is at 104.8 a liter now. Financially, it just sounds so much better. He mentioned last night that his parents want to start charging him rent - if he's going to be paying rent somewhere else, why not do it elsewhere where he can MAKE more money?

Now, it needs to be said that it's not simply a smart financial move. I also want this to happen. Which is so fucked up, since at the moment we've only been dating for six weeks. But I do want this. I love the idea of being held when I sleep. Waking up in the morning with someone. Cooking for more than just one person! Having someone there when I get home from work. And just spending time together without having to worry that I have to bring him home before I fall asleep.

It's scary though. I won't have any time by myself. I have always been very protective over my posessions, which is something he has not experienced yet. I don't think he knows where my lines are, or will be. It'll be a learning process for both of us.

I told him he'd have to get a cell phone. ;) hehe Not only will he not be able to carry his parents with him when he goes out, but if I get a land line installed in my apartment, it will likely be used for niteflirt calls only. I won't even be giving my day employer that number. I don't like the idea of my phone ringing off the hook when I'm trying to sleep on my day off, which is what happens now with my cell phone. The difference is, you can turn a cell off. A landline is just there. You could make the argument that you could turn off the ringer, but who would remember to turn it back on when they got up? On each and every phone? not worth the hassle on my part.

There are details to be worked out, of course. But all in all, the idea of coming home from work at the end of a long day, getting a quick shower, and then being able to give a slow, hour long blow-job? Sounds pretty sweet to me. ;)

"Oh. Holy. Jesus."-Bridget Jones

2005-08-01T14:49:00.000-02:30

Before my roomate was heading off on vacation, I figured I'd get a photo shoot in before he left. I knew he'd be taking the camera which takes very high detail photos, examples of which you can see in the last entry. I put on my brand spanking new high heels, and something soft and silky, and took roundabout 80 photos.

He called me up just ten minutes ago, and said "WOW, were those for me?"
Stupid me had no idea what he was talking about. When he clarified that he meant the pictures I had left him, I thought he meant the pictures from the beach, from the last entry. Of me and Alan.

"I think those shoes are really suited to you."
He took my memory card. He now has ALL of those photos.
He knew that he wasn't meant to see them. He knew that I had forgotten to delete them.
"Hey, these aren't bad! You know, for those nights when I'm all alone..."

If that isn't embarassing enough as it was, he was laughing at me. It wouldn't have been so bad if he could have called me a slut or something to that effect, and gotten it over with. I can take an insult, probably alot better than most people can. I can't take humiliation. That's what my dad would do to me as a child when I needed to be corrected. Instead of just correcting me, he would embarass me, usually in front of a room full of people. I hated when he would talk as if I wasn't there. "She's in this stage where she just DOES such and such, without thinking! " I guess he figured it would stick that way. Well, thanks Dad, it did.

So somehow I have to convince him that I was just fooling around with the timer thingajig on the camera, or something, and not going full out pornslut. If you knew what that memory card contained, and if you could see how red my face is right now, you'd be hard pressed to believe me too.

2005-08-01T13:07:00.000-02:30

I can't believe it's August already. It's made me realize how little I've done this summer, because I've been working too much. Not on the phone, but with my regular job. I keep putting things off. I haven't moved the barbeque an inch since last year, and I LOVE barbeque! :) I guess I've just been distracted by other things.

One thing I want to do is drive to some random town I haven't been before, with my camera and tripod, and just capture every little detail. To do so properly, I need a full day, and it has to be beautiful out.

The last time I headed anywhere with my camera was with Alan, to the beach. We came back with these beautiful photos,

I love them. These pictures are something that I'll treasure for the rest of my life. I have this problem where I can't remember details of a day or a person without a picture - one of the main reasons I had to become a photographer. When I'm talking about someone, I can't just picture their face. It's one of the main reasons I can remember street names, I just can't remember which streets they belong to.

With this particular day, I can remember the temperature, the cloudless sky, his sexy manly scent, the seabreeze, everything. I've got copies in my car, and when I move back into my own apartment, they'll be on the wall. I'm trying to find a place that can print them off small enough for my wallet and keychain. Alan has them side by side, in this one frame, that sits right at the side of his bed. It was a perfect day, and I never want to forget a single thing about it.

New Boyfriend

2005-07-31T10:33:00.000-02:30

Let me explain a little about my title before I go any further. I feel I started off somewhere other than at the beginning.

New Boyfriend - Alan. Mr Right. He is so patient, fun, openminded, and amazing. He literally doesn't care what ANYBODY thinks of him. I'm just coming out of a four year relationship that wasn't nearly as understanding as what I have now. Alan met me as things were ending, and I think he has some idea about how bad things were. So having a new boyfriend, who is as wonderful about everything as he is, is just something totally unexpected. I didn't know there WERE relationships like we have. When I told Alan about being a PSO, I was so scared. Not only about his reaction to being a sex worker, but I didn't want him to think I had been leading him on. At that point he had seen the worst in me. Having to mislead my current boyfriend so that I could go out was terrible, and I wish I had never had to do it, but it was necessary. When I finally came out with it, he was so loving about it. He was so supportive - he thought it was a great thing! That blew me out of the water entirely - and was one of the exact moments I knew that he was not to be let go, and that he would never be taken for granted. He accepted the ME who no one else knew. For a very long time I had felt as if I wasn't up to par, and couldn't do anything right. When I first had an interest in the industry, I was shamed upon. I felt worthless. All it took was the smile on Alans face when I told him, and it was like all of that negativity and shame I had been experiencing was lifted. It didn't matter - because I was loved no matter what.

Freedom! :)

2005-07-30T17:02:00.000-02:30

I made an appointment with my hair stylist for yesterday, planning on just the usual. But when I sat in her chair, she decided today that we should make a change. A BIG change! I have PINK hair!!! :) I've always wanted pink hair. I didn't go as far as Naked Jen I'm still partially brunette. But I love it. I love my stylist so much - she's fantastic. She always has these visions of what to do for me, and they always come out spectacular. It's worth sixty dollars for just a cut when you emerge feeling like a supermodel!

To show off my new hair, I'm headed out for karaoke tonight! I feel like I haven't attended a social gathering in weeks. I'm looking forward to it in a huge way. Alan's friends have been so warm to me, they always make me feel so welcome. Hopefully their enamoured way for me doesn't change when I've had a few drinks. ;)

In other amazing news, I have the house to myself for two weeks! My roomate took his vacation late this year. So for TWO WEEKS I can take calls day and night - 24 hours a DAY!!! :) I'm thrilled. Not only will my calls be perfected, BUT, I can also listen to my Damien Rice CD as loudly as I choose to. And I can watch Dr Phil without being yelled at! I know it's crap television, but it's SUCH GOOD crap! :D Ah, freedom!

xoxx
April

2005-07-27T12:21:00.000-02:30

Take the hint. Please. When a phone slut says no, and you keep asking for something, she's not going to suddenly go "okay!" and do it for you. And she's especially not going to give you freebies to stop the harassment.

"Come on baby, let me see you on cam"
"no, sorry, I'm not taking cam calls today, but I will be soon"
"When's soon? An hour?"
"No, not at all today. Sorry. Maybe in a week or two. You'll see that listing online."
"Come on, just a quick peek."
"Sorry, but no."
"come on, let me see those tits"
"mmmm, I love it when someone touches them.."
"yeah, but, let me see them!"
"Sorry darling. "
"can I have some free minutes to see them when you're online?"
"i give free minutes to good callers who leave good feedback, baby"
"can I see you on cam? I'll leave good feedback!"

This caller kept on going like this for eleven minutes. So not only did he not get any sort of sexy conversation, I won't take calls from him anymore. There's very little that I'll say no to when it comes to this job. It just comes with the territory. but when I explain that I'm not doing something, you're not going to convince me otherwise. So just don't try it - it's rude. You may be paying me to talk to you, but I can walk away from you just like any other woman can. And if you annoy me enough, you're not going to get anything out of me.

2005-07-21T11:48:00.000-02:30

I'm signed in for calls, but it seems to be a slow day on Niteflirt. The phone rang ONCE, and that was a telemarketer.

I'm going to work on getting some new photo sets done, I think. I've had so many ideas in the past week - I should have written them all down! I just need to find some place outdoors I can run around naked, without the threat of someone running into me. ;) hehe

OH - the boyfriend has now added a picture to his profile! HOT Hot Hot! ;) hehe I introduced him to Six Feet Under last night. The very first season. :) He says he enjoyed it - but I didn't have much luck trying to read his reactions while we watched. I've praised the show to him in the few months that I've known him, for very good reason. I wasn't sure if it would be his "thing," as he's more of a goof than a dramatic guy. But, if he says he liked it, I won't argue with him.

I've spent every night at his place in the past week while I've been on vacation. It's been wonderful - not just for the sex, but just for the intimacy of cuddling, sleeping, waking up along side of him. There are so many times I wake up in the middle of the night, just wanting to jump him and have wild, amazing sex, but then I can't, because he's so peaceful. I'll have to get over that. ;) He drifts off so quietly that I rarely know he's asleep - but when he is, he looks so relaxed. During the day, when we're awake and about, there's always something going through our minds. We always have expressions, even if they're blank ones, they're still there. When he's asleep, he's just completely relaxed. I've been reluctant to disturb that.

Back to the lines..

2005-07-18T16:51:00.000-02:30

I took a call from one of my favorite clients early this morning - he's adorably sweet and I'd even venture to say devoted. He always makes me feel incredibly appreciated. There's nothing better than having someone thank you repeatedly. (Thank you love, I'm so glad you enjoyed..) After taking that call, I put myself on "Arrange Calls With Me" status, and did some more tidying up of my listings. I'm so surprised about how my perspective has changed within the past year. Most of the things I had in my listings were embarassing. But it's my own fault - when I first started out, I searched through a good 250+ of other girls advertisements, to see what they had wriiten, ignoring all from those I had sought advice from. A few girls had explained to me that writing your own eye-catching listings, focusing on what YOU like, what YOU enjoy, and what you feel are your strong points is 100% better (not to mention original) than what you think somebody wants to hear. If someone wants to find a girl who'll use 'cum' in the place of 'come,' and ebonics in their listings, they're shooting fish in a barrel. But I suppose that what you do when you're a new girl.

Aside from spring cleaning, I went through my Flirtmail inbox from last year, emailing all of my old customers I'd like to hear from again, and told them I was back. I really can't wait to hear from some of my old regulars. When I was re-reading all of the old messages they had sent me, I wished I'd never lost contact with them. It was never my intention, but it's just what happens when you fall out of it, I suppose. Hopefully a few of them are still around the site.

Aside from work, I spent the entire night with him last night. It was absolutely fantastic. He was so tired, but he wouldn't quit! ;) I'm incredibly sore today, but it was oh-SO-worth it. (Thank you baby!~) Aside from just the physical part, sleeping next to him is just amazing. Last night I cuddled right into his chest and drifted off, still in the afterglow of my final orgasm. I woke up at 7:15 this morning in his bed, and had to quietly sneak out of his place, prayiong for no one to hear me. His parents don't mind if I stay over, in fact, they've basically invited me, but it's still something I don't think they need to hear.

As he opened the door for me so I could leave, I noticed a big bruise on the side of his neck, undoubtedly caused by me. He just laughed and kissed me goodbye. Cutie. ;) I suppose that it serves him right, I have a welt the size of a fist on my forearm from last time when he was into the moment and was being rougher than he realized! I love it when that happens - he's so into what we're doing, that he doesn't know WHAT he's doing. It's just all about how it feels. If I asked him where he was at that point, I doubt he could tell me.

And if last night wasn't amazing enough, I'm being taken out for margaritas tonight! There's a cute little mexican restaurant downtown that we love, and every Monday is margarita monday. 2 for 1 drinks! The waitresses there are starting to know us by name.

Calls ALL day tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. :) Still no cam, but I'm working on it.
xoxox
April

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2005-07-03T17:05:00.000-02:30

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