I'm so sorry I haven't written anything the past couple days. No fancy excuses, I just didn't feel like it. I did what I told myself I would do and took it easy (ok, I did go to the dog park once, and a VERY quick shopping trip). I'm still not feeling great, but I can feel myself slowly healing, and that makes me happier than you can imagine.
For the next 4-6 weeks, I'll be playing nurse for a life-long friend of mine going through chemotherapy treatments for cancer. Monday-Friday, a few hours a day. I'll still be available for sessions mornings, early evenings and late evenings, as well as all weekend. But, afternoons will be spent playing a nurse for real, which is luckily, something I'm good at it. As I've said many times, I've got a life rich in things that matter, and the universe tapped me on the shoulder and showed me an opportunity to give back to someone who both needs and deserves it. If the worst happens, and treatment isn't effective...at least I'll have been able to spend a lot of time with him.
What else? I'm getting TONS of calls lately where guys are refusing to be specific about what they want. One guy called and said he wanted to book for an hour. I asked what he was interested in, and he replied "Well, I like really busty women." I said ok,. but...what do you want to DO during your session? His response? "Uhm, I'm, not really sure what it is that you do, but, again, I'm just really into busty women." I paused, and said "Ok, if you want to pay me just to look at my tits for an hour, fine. But, I seriously doubt that's all you want." He couldn't elaborate, so I asked my standard questions. Are you into being tied up? Spanking? Blindfolds? A little bit of erotic pain? A lot of erotic pain? Prostate massage? Strap-on? His reply? "Uhmm..none of that, but I can see from your pictures that your're really busty and I like that." I told him I don't have sexu with clients. He said he understood that. But once again, couldn't tell me what he wanted to do for an hour. He sounded scared, to tell the truth. But, since he was scared, and not an asshole, I was nice to him, and referred him to my list of services on my website, and told him to call me back when he decides what interests him. Of course, he never called back, so I think I scared him.
I had a guy call me last night. It was almost 2am, and I was driving to the store for Advil. I answer the phone, and a young guy says "hey yo whaddup Stormykin?" I sat there and then said the first thing that came to my mind.."What the FUCK did you just call me?" he hesitated and then chuckled and said "stormykin. whatchoo up to ta-NIGHT? you getting down, baby?" (I thought that phrase went out of style in the 70's-to be fair, I MIGHT have misheard him) I wish y'all could have seen the look of consternation and puzzlement that crossed my face. Again, I said the first thing that came to mind:"What the hell did you just say to me, motherfucker? I don't speak ghetto." (but, I do have a potty mouth , for which I am unrepentant and unapologetic, unless I accidentally drop an F-bomb in church of something-not that I GO to church much anymore, but you know what I mean) He said "oooooowwwwwwwoooo baby..you gotcha a mouth on you, dontchoo? whatchoo gonna do with that mouth, baby? You gon' make me feel good?" I recognize a lost cause when I see one. I hung up on him. He called 4 more times, each time I answered the phone and just left it sitting in the console with the stereo speakers blaring. He finally gave up, but not before sending me a seriously disgusting text message, and was nice enough to include a pic. Sigh.
Some days I really wish I had become a teacher like I had always planned.
One guy was texting me last week, making seriously nasty requests, and asking for naughty pics of me. After about the 20th text in 2 days, I finally looked up his phone # on the internet (yeah, you can do that, which is something these morons have obviously forgotten about), which took me to a website with his email address, name, and resume. I took a picture of the screen with my phone, and sent it to him with the message "Here's the picture you wanted, asshole." Guess what? I never heard from him again. I wish all of them were dispatched that quickly and easily.
I'm friends with one Domme in New York City who deals very matter of factly with guys like that. She puts their phone #'s on her website, along with a description of their bad behavior. Her followers do the rest, texting him constantly, calling him all the time. Some guys just get their phone #'s changed immediately, but others, who don't want to explain to their wives why they need their #'s changed again, call her and beg her to remove their names & numbers from her site. The beauty of it? She CHARGES them to do it. BAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm not mean enough to do that, but, my heart smiled when she told me that story. She said it felt so good to be as much of a thorn in their side as they were in hers.
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