reply to: This truly is... the whore board

you guys are idiots.

you think that women reading through these smarmy ads of fat bellied married men writing one liners that say hey looking to meet up have you suck my cock and then i enter you from behind bareback are really going to respond to that trash? why in the world should i meet *you* slimy internet man when i can go out and have my pickings among the nice looking eligible men of any dc bar? ce is convenient, and there are women out there that are dirty minded and interested in hooking up, but they certainly know not to pick idiotic one liner posts that arrogently scoff about wondering why they havent gotten a response for posting something crude uninteresting and completely a waste of their time.

it does not take a genious to understand that this phenomenon is exactly that which the last response to this post pointed out it is, supply and demand. if a man wants to mess with a chica on here, she has the body that he wants, and as an exchange, as an admission fee, as whatever you want to call it, the deal becomes sweeter for her as well.

also, believe it or not, but the boys with the bills are actually often better looking too. but thats a relative statement. truth is that most of you are a sorry lot of hard horny cocks, and the point is that you want the sexual escapade more than we do, you want the deviance, you want the bad girls that are still somehow good, underneath it all. and we like to play and we have bills to pay. why the hell wouldnt someone do that all in one shot.

the women that indulge you, the women that exist in the space between hot time and whore, these are the women that are the most clever, and the most seductive. these women honestly give you something priceless, the feeling of fantasy in the midst of reality. it is the modern day courtesan, and is reminant of an age old relationship between men, women, money, and sex. those of you that reduce something rather fascinating like this to a shrill pitched moralistic shriek about being a filthy whore, well you, i'd say, are the one that misses out the most. and, i attest, that you are also the ones that secretly fantasize about this particular scenario all the time.

this is in or around who gives a fuck

Confessions of a Non-Pro

Addictive in a sense. Laughable in another.

The unfullfillment and everything you wanted of cl casual encounters.

I can start from the beginning, or I can start from here. Writing from this moment moving backwards to the beginning, in the comforting confessional quality of anonyminity... I can tell you that as I am typing, wearing a remote control vibrator that has buzzed my clit bruised, I sat here, my face now still warm from the strain of near orgasm, not but five minutes ago, looking at pictures of boys nether regions.

But why? Just because. Theoretically I can get virtually anything I want.. and chances are high at the exact moment that I want it, from cl, so naturally I gravitate towards casual encounters, the space where people come to trade fantasies, dirty secrets and inappropriate requests. The dirty board, the dirtiest one self respecting citizens allow themselves on; only the particularly desperate and non-godfearing poke their heads in erotic services... and the playground possibility of this sexual underworld has always constantly sucked me back into its deep black vacuum rendering me devoid of ambition, every time.

I am writing this as a way to break the cycle.

I look at the bowl on my coffee table. No I am not going to smoke today. It is Saturday, an easy afternoon. I have chores to do. I have plans for productivity this weekend. Right now, I am reading khalil gibran, deep penetrating and beautiful words, lessons, the prophet. But my eyes start to gliss. It is here that I convince myself somehow that to smoke would open my mind to the point of being able to understand the depth of the words that I am reading. So, yes, I smoke.

It is not long before I find myself sitting in front of the computer, strapped with a vibrating bullet, scanning through ads, looking at pictures, reading and doing searches on the words money, donation, cash, and compensation. Recently, I have also added the words bills, generous, and assistance. I read about what men will offer for things that I am comfortable with, acts of deviance, kink and fantastical interactions. Quite a bit honestly. Just to see what's out there. And the more I look at them, the more appealing an episode like this becomes. The more I think about it, the more I want to have someone infantily attached to my nipple, strange fingers jammed up my twat and a cock in close proximity, engorged, turned on, pulsing, wanting me, my body, my sex. All for the price of a night out on the town, if you will. No, I have work to do today. This is my day today.

One picture in particular catches my attention. It is a large hard cock encased in a pair of white boxer briefs. It leans over and out to the right, held taunt by the underwear and practically winks at me, beckoning me with a calm siren cry. It is almost better than a bare cock, because of the promise of discovery, because of the barrier between me and it. I grind my pelvis into the chair I am sitting in, mesmerized, hypnotized, and staring at this cock. I get close, I come away, I get close again.. I fantasize answering the ad, touching that cock, another near orgasm wave... then decide I need more pictures, so I quickly move on.

For a moment I get frantic, wildly doing a search on the word cock then clicking quickly through the ones labeled with an orange (pic). Then back to the main page, who has posted recently, who is into what I want right now. Right now, what do I want. A cock to suck on? The thought arrests me. yes. (a whisper inside)OK, maybe, in my dreams, but that’s just plain idiotic, who sucks the cocks of strangers straight off the internet? We know who, but I’m not like that, in fact I pride myself on how clear I steer of it, some shred of modesty among the tatters of my immorally conducted life. Some sense of decency in the muddy waters of my mad secret existence. Somehow maintaining a tiny sliver of modesty in my evil twin exhibitionist alternate personality, the sister I am to myself, the wild flower that somehow thinks she is a weed. No, at the very fucking least, I don’t suck cock.

But that doesn't mean I can't fantasize about it.

I should issue an addendum here, because in another life, about three years ago, I was aggressively bisexual and believed strongly that I had a certain incurable cockaphobia. I would tense up at the sight of a cock, feel ill at the thought of one, and god help you should you suggest that I suck yours. I despised the insistent probing appendages, and successfully shielded any attempts on anyone's part to become more well acquainted with one, by pleading intense cockaphobia. That general pattern made up the bulk of my interaction with men for most of my high school and college days.

But now, in a big city as a young creative professional, I no longer fear cock. I wish the solar system would align and have me meet someone of my caliber, intelligence and creative energy, and at that turning point two years ago I decided it would be a man, and that men have cocks, so I must learn to deal with it. So I started scanning craigslist.

I won’t lie to you. I want just one. I want to give him everything I have got, I want to do everything that he wants. I want to be carried. I want to be exalted. I wish I could fall in love. Maybe soon I will.

But until then, the fact that the inevitable hookups that come with being a pulsing single young woman can come with a cash deposit would really blow anyone's mind, if they really stopped to think about it. And the drama of the internal struggle between mommy and daddy’s wholesome upbringing and the dark dirty world of ce is exciting, to say the least. One moment excessively elated at the sharp negotiation skills and crude adventure about to happen, and the next deeply depressed pondering the purpose of life, the inner painful struggle that comes with staring your own sense of ethics in the face. The soul searching that comes from walking this path, even only once in a while, is its own mini movie. Yes back to life. Back to reality. I am 27 years old, and this is where I have come to. Single sensual and scientific, I methodically search craigslist. To have what I want. Sex and money. Right now.

and somehow in the logic of the moment, I decide I need to post an ad.

Bring me Dirty Boys

looking for some dirty boys, and i like them intelligent and generous. i have found myself with a pocket of time this evening, and would really like a skilled and sensitive hand between my legs and a warm attentive mouth at my nipple. looking for an extended nipple sucking toy of sorts, if youre a submissive man i will be good for you, and if you are dom, we will pretend that you are helping your little dolly ease her discomfort.

im highly sensual fiercely creative and sassy in a way that will make your knees melt. a uniquely intelligent dirty girl, i do this from time to time with financial incentive... it weeds out the losers and extras, allowing me to vent my nature and pay my bills at once. otherwise i would be endlessly harassed by men with hard hungry cocks, because quite honestly, that is the effect i have on men. i can be something of a man eater... not maliciously, but my appetite is just that voracious.

so. if you think you fit the requirements, and have an atractive offer for me, i'd like to hear from you. hopefully it will be soon, and you will be in the neighborhood, because honestly any second now, i am going to straddle the arm of my office chair, look at the pictures of your cocks on this board, work one out and be done with it...

be relatively attractive or remarkably intelligent, have something interesting to say.. etc. i don't want to have long negotiations with you, the ranges that i give for this are well worth the experiences that i weave and create. also, it should go without saying that im not much interested in the moral highbrows out there. finally, i should mention that i do not have sex, vaginal or oral, ever. please do not ask or expect that from me.

whats left you may ask? just use your imagination...

take me or not, but don't waste my time. nothing drives me crazier than that. i am dead serious, and would like to hear from those who are as well. curvy slender and exotic, i am sure you will be pleased to meet me. but, my question to you is... what will have me pleased to see you?

write and tell me. it will be our secret.