Prefs aren't really taken into consideration: pretty much gotta suck and swallow (although, really? Do high-class call girls, with their health exams and heavy rubber use do that?) gotta do anal, prolly gotta rim, at least be the do-er in golden showers.
All very important reasons I'd be a pro-domme and not a prostitute. No sexy sex, and I call the shots. So no urine. (On me, at least, and, as I think about it, someone would have to pay me A LOT for me to think about peeing on them. A LOT LOT LOT.)
As I understand it *cough* there are girls who provide those "special services". They charge more. A guy who wants special services from a girl who doesn't specialize can expect added-on charges. Or a "no". Or a "hell no".
As I understand it *cough* there are girls who provide those "special services".
I'd rather just get paid to yell at dudes about their grammar. It's like editing, but pays better!
I'd rather just get paid to yell at dudes about their grammar
I do, and it's sadly not at all sexy or well renumerated.
Henry's Unremitted Fail:
[link]
Quelle horreur!
ETA Oops, shouda gone to Natter but I shall let me Bitches gaze upon its wonder.
My poor cat is SO UNHAPPY with me right now. He swallowed a piece of my roommate's floss, and just passed it a little while ago. This, of course, came with a big poop attached to it, and he did the butt scoot thing on my roommate's rug to get it off, smearing it all over the rug, and himself. I pulled the floss the rest of the way out, and wiped his butt some, and we threw out the rug, but I decided he needed his first ever in his entire life bath. We will have no poop-ass cats in the house.
This. Did not. Go well.
It was perhaps the most brutal and traumatic experience of my life, and definitely of his.
I wasn't able to rinse the shampoo entirely, but I couldn't subject him to an inch of water any longer. Also, Satan himself was manifesting in my bathroom, and I needed to do something about that.
I feel like such a complete asshole right now, but at least I have no poop-ass cats in my house.
Erin, you should probably mark your link as NSFW! I mean, anyone reading Natter knows that, but not everyone reads natter.
Also, Satan himself was manifesting in my bathroom, and I needed to do something about that.
Diabolic manifestations are so disruptive to proper domestic life.
OMG, I hope I've done everything I was supposed to do, because I can't work anymore. I'm falling asleep at my laptop. It's midnight-thirty; that's enough dedication for one day. I'm going to bed.
Erin's link is NSF anybody! Who looks at Sloth from Goonies and is inspired to make a sex toy!?!?
