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You can't turn a ho into a housewife


Why would you want to fix what ain't broke?

W&H: "You can't turn a ho into a housewife."

Miss Lovely: "Yes you can!"

Might as well try to turn a manho into a husband lol. I speak from experience. Or try to turn a housewife into a ho.

I drive over to visit my 21-year-old preggie friend, Miss Lovely (the "retired" callgirl/stripper/pornstar), to get her BF a free cellphone (Obamaphone/Bushophone). And to take her BF to sign up for food stamps (like Walmart employees, US soldiers and 30-million illegal aliens).

I phone her cell to ask permission to enter her apartment. No point in knocking on the door. Never know what or who she's doing, you know...

ML: "Give me five minutes pls."

Hmmmm.... Watching for customers leaving out the front door...no back door.

ML five minutes later: "Come on in."

No customer, for a change.

Dang, BF is gone to work today! Hate it when that happens... I even forgot to bring my lube and vibrator! Didn't even shave...anywhere.

Five days clean, a new world record! She's looking mighty fine, in her state of undress. Lookin better every day...in that hot pink pushup bra I bought from Victoria's Secret.

I promptly fix myself a hotdog in her kitchen -- food that I provided the midnight before, since their foodstamps were already maxed out (along with her favorite grocery store gift judgin by the smile on her face -- feminine douche). She promptly makes me do the dishes I mussed up. Damn, I hate it when a woman gets dominatrix training. I guess that's why her nipples are hard?

She discusses her doctor appointments this week. She really wants to induce labor early, to reduce risk of relapse before she can get on seboxyn opiate blockers. So she studied all the recommended ways women induce labor naturally -- walking (too much work), stair climbing (too much work), various foods (too much work), massage pressure points (above the heel, inner thigh, foot massage, nipple massage...), fucking (not too much work, for her, when doggie style, as we prefer...). Enlightening conversation!

"I volunteer to induce labor, anytime you want." Referring to our last week's date of mad fucking and sucking, when she went into false labor...

"That's the last time I'm having sex before the baby comes," she promised... (I've heard that before.)

She throws on some pants and we hit the road to the homeless shelter. Because every homeless person needs a cellphone, to call other homeless people. At least my homeless callgirl has a new home courtesy of W&H.

BF is too confused by the paperwork, so Miss Lovely does the deed to give her submissive man a new leash.

Next stop, tatertots. While munching on burgers and shakes, I ask what's her biggest complaint about BF.

"He's bitchy."

"Yeah, I've noticed that."

"Part of that is just playing around, but it seems related to his drug use." (as in, he's happier doing drugs, otherwise he's got Dry Drunk Syndrome)

"Yeah, I worry about that when you go on prescription opiates, or give it all up for good. He's gonna have a hard time with that. He's already said he doubts you can turn it around...like he hopes you won't."

"You may be right about that..."

She complains of a headache, so I massage her lovely neck and shoulders... She relaxes with a smile... I meet zero resistance...

"How much money did you make as a callgirl?"

"At least $200,000, perhaps $300,000. I really have no idea, except I was spending up to $400 a day on dope." ($400/day x 365 days/year = $146,000/year...)

"The drug dealers sure got rich. At least you have two small bags of clothing to show for it lol."

"Yeah, it's time for a change..."

Time to go home and wait for BF to get off work. Maybe watch a movie?

We roll in and go inside. No BF. But BF keeps a clean house.

We discuss the various things ex-hookers and their ex-customers discuss with too much time on their hands.

I joke, "You can't turn a ho into a housewife."

She replied too quickly, "Yes you can!" (as in YOU = ME?, She = BF? or a hypothetical ho??)

She plops down on her Daddy's couch in front of the free big-screen TV. She plays some old DVD on loan from her sugargranddaddy.

She looks really tired, two weeks from giving her first childbirth. But in a hot way.

I ask if she still has that headache? Yes, in fact, she does. I walk over to the couch and begin massaging her neck and temples. Then her hair and scalp. Then her shoulders...

The neighbors are walking past her open screen door as I fondle their friend's GF. She asks me to shut the door. I lock it. Back to the massage.

We discuss the pros and cons of AMP massage. I tell her a bedtime story about my ATF AMP full-service girl, a happy lady with loud and beautiful laughter, though I did get jealous when she was with another, while I was getting serviced in another room. My massage and happy ending reduced the jealousy somewhat. I once asked my AMP girl if she wanted to get married someday, and what she looks for in a man? She replied, "I just want a man to give me all his attention." Hmmm, good advice with any woman. One day, she was not laughing, and I noticed she had burns on her boobies. "Just a kitchen spill," she answered. Definitely not feindish torture from the Korean mafiya. I kissed her boobies to make it better. She asked me to fuck her bareback. I never saw her again after that. So perhaps I have a Korean kid that got my girl out of the game?

Miss Lovely asks if an AMP would do doubles? I reply sure, took the ex-wife to one once, just a massage. I suggest we go to an AMP on datenight sometime, my treat? "Then we can go home and fuck." She asks if they might give her a happy ending too? "Why not? Or you could just watch me get one lol." I continue the neverending massage.

She nods off to dreamland. REM. I continue. After about 20 minutes her ringtone screams profanities from a rap song. After the second call she's wide awake. No mention of who its from... She turns it off. Off...

"Will you rub my back?" the preggie begs.

Who am I to turn her down?

I continue the massage, hitting all the right spots as she lounges in Daddy's recliner.

"Will you rub my feet with the lotion?" (I brought the day before so BF can perhaps make an effort to prevent further hideous stretch marks.) Hmmmm... "I'm hitting two of the forbidden trigger points to induce labor..." We laugh.

I begin massaging her calves and thighs... Gotta hit those next two trigger points. She melts...

I prefer when a massage therapist hits my erogenous zone "by accident". I return the favors.


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After about 45 minutes of this cock-n-cunt tease, somehow I (got) maneuvered into position to massage the next trigger points...her boobies. I reach inside her Victoria's Secret and massage her tired muscles. Accidentally brushing her rock-hard nipples. To get a better feel for the situation, I pull each large firm breast from its tethers and lick softly. She exhales loudly and begins to moan. I lick and suck for several long minutes, enjoying her sounds of appreciation. She glances at the door with each sound from outside, adding to the thrill of the chase.

I begin rubbing her cunt through her soft jeans. Soon i'm pulling off her denim preggies, with her enthusiastic assistance -- no zipper or buttons -- how convenient! She's glancing at the door, mentally calculating the odds of BF coming home early... She doesn't know what I have in store for her... We've certainly discussed me "taking her" without asking, and without paying, something she says she is 100% ready for, both when I'm pounding her wet cunt as she screams in orgasm, or calmly discussing our options the next morning. It's a GO!

When her pants and panties are fully removed (yanked off), she lays back on the leather sofa, as I go down on her shaved pussy. Tasty, as always. Only this time, no opiates, no 1.5-hour marathon. Just five minutes to hot screamin orgasm. At least she didn't squirt all over the couch...she might've had some 'splainin' to do!

ML: "You planned to seduce me!" (giggles)

"No, it just happened, I swear," I smirked and lied. "You seduced me!"

"No I didn't," she lied often.

"What would BF say if he walked in on us?" I inquired.

"I don't think he would like it."

"Would he freak out?"

"Probably." (even though we've fucked in there before, with his knowledge and relative "consent", as a paying customer to buy him off with cash to buy dope)

"There's a lot of pressure on guys when they care about somebody. How about the other guys who are in love with you? There's always risk of that going bad. How many guys are in love with you?"

"Five (or more -- now she only fucks guys who love her). They SAY they're in love with me. They don't even know me. They're just in lust. I've never been in love before, even with my BFs." (That will change when the opiates are permanently out of her system, if that day ever comes.) I'm the only one who says with a devilsih smile, "I love you 'as a friend'..."

This includes her grandpasugardaddy and former housemate -- who fled her apartment the day before, after BF flipped him off ("mistaken identity"), swearing he'd never return. Same sugardaddy who went to the loonybin after deaththreating BF and trying to off himself.

W&H: "You can't turn a ho into a housewife."

Miss Lovely: "Yes you can!"

We "hang out" (smirk) a little while longer, I wash all her dishes. I suspect it gets her HAWT (like her submissives licking her filthy feet or the toilet bowl clean). Then it's time for me to leave for a prior engagement. BF still not home. Thank you God.

We go outside as she smokes the smokes I bought her, and discuss our first play date WITHOUT PAYMENT. Unless you count the $200 invested this week on various baby and household items, of course. Same as any 'normal' relationship.

"See you tomorrow for your OB appointment."

"Thank you!"

Fookin 'ell! What a pleasant way to spend a day... No labor in hospital required!

And I think if I want a housewife who has the fun friendly personality of a nude model, stripper, escort or porn star, with a dazzling smile and devilish sense of humor, Miss Lovely would make a lovely Mrs Whores & Hookers! lol


But every husband tries anyway

EPILOG

After driving her to an OB who painfully molested her vagina the next day (why does every woman and her man let a man dr do that?), we got some more tots.

The conversation included the infamous untold mystery of the universe:

W&H: So what about my question, "You can't turn a ho into a housewife?"

ML: "Yes you can! But it's not up to the guy."

"For starters, we just had sex in your home you share with your BF, who's (probably) the father of your unborn baby.

"He knows we've had sex." (smile)

"Did you tell him we had sex yesterday while he was at work?"

"No." (wicked smile)

Second, you say you don't believe in marriage.

Third, you say you have never been in love, and you aren't in love with your BF.

"I've been in love before, with my first BF for 3 years."

"Yeah, but he got you hooked on heroin at 13 and went to prison for dealing, and he fucked your MILF mom(!), then you hated his guts. Which is pretty much what happened every time I was in love, it always ended badly. But at least it was fun while the good lasted, just more intense than normal."

"It proves I can be monogamous."

"So staying off drugs is the key, and probably the key for 90% of hoes?"

"Pretty much. But that's the hard part."

"So what does your BF have to do to turn you into a housewife?"

  1. "He has to have enough income so I don't have to work to pay all the bills."
  2. "He has to do all the housework. But after the baby comes I'm sure I'll start doing more."
  3. "No drugs."
  4. "Not be negative all the time."
  5. "Like to have fun."
  6. "Be great in bed, of course, and take care of my needs," she didn't say. Because I'm the only one to ever do that...
  7. "He can't be married to someone else," she forgot to say about her BF.
  8. "He can't cheat on me, unless we share -- women only, and I'm very picky, they have to be hot," she often says. (Holy shit! SCORE!!!)

BF: 2

W&H: 6

Hmmmm......

"You know your BF is married, don't you?" I ask rhetorically.

"Ha." (nods her pretty head)

"I was divorced when I met you. You were my first fuck after the divorce a month before," I generously offered.

(she smiled)

"I was monogamous for many years, so long as my needs are met. Sex three days a week, minimum, with the occasional marathon or surprise. You know, hooking is just dating. More like speed-dating or blind dates. I've had many blind dates and 1-night-fucks, some good, some bad, often forgetting their names years later. Callgirls and hobbyists sometimes get married and settle down together, as happens on the escort website we met on," I hypothesize.

In another part of the conversation today:

ML: "I dreamed about you last night. I was very angry with you! In my dream you were late picking me up, making me very late for my doctor appointment."

"I'm honored to be in your dream, but I wish it were a more important roleplay. We were only 2 minutes late for the OB today. But that technically gives you ESP or premonitions or something."

"I've had premonitions before..."

Our final part of the conversation, while we were picking up BF from work, was us making arrangements for me giving her another "two-hour massage" the next morning, while BF was at work. She was desperately enjoying my in-car neck massage, while the rest of her body was writhing in "preggie aches and pains". "We can test out your new massage table I just gave you," which she smiled about.

"I'm very busy tomorrow, but I'll work you in if you text me in the morning," I offered her my exclusive orgasm services.

After picking up BF, we discussed the next OB appointment I was making a sacrifice to drive her to.

Her final words in front of BF, "I'll be texting you later...I'll be texting you later...I'll be texting you later..." Repeated 3x for emphasis in front of her BF...as if in a hypnotic trance...WTF?! I didn't mean to trigger her MPD/DID, though I appear to experience it often. Or are the personalities merging on their own?

I never got that text before going to bed...

That night, I dreamed ML texted that BF was taking her somewhere the next day. Thus no temptation for her inviting me over for my offered two-hour "massage" while he was at work, and implying she no longer required my driving or "other" services...

All's fair in love and war and lucid dreaming....

EPILOG: 3 days later, BF discovered my KY lube in his bag of supermarket goodies I paid for. Note that his "lesbian" GF tells him no sex for 3 months... A couple minutes later, with an odd look on his face he randomly quotes the title to this blog thread... I soon warned Miss Lovely that BF may have read my blog about our fucking and sucking this week behind his back. She replied, "No way, I've never told him how to find it." I asked, "Doesn't he read your texts when you go to sleep?" She confessed, "Yes, he does..." Now he reads aloud her texts from customers in front of me... My psychiatrist warned me, "You're not paranoid when they're really out to get you..."

WWJD? Hooker* gets Come-To-Jesus Meetin


Preggie ex-hooker* Mary Magdelene married Jesus Christ then fucked his brains out makin babies at Kilmore Church, Scotland

come to jesus

Getting called on the carpet, dressed down, or otherwise chewed out in a severe manner. Usually used in conjunction with "meetin'" (meeting)

He was late one too many times, so the old man dragged him in the office for a "come to jesus meetin'".

Used in the film "Flight of the Intruder" in the court-martial scene. To not necessarily use religion and tell the truth. Repentance, but without religious overtone.

from "Flight of the Intruder":

"I hope you realize that now is the time to come to Jesus." Meaning that if the aircrew being court-martialed spilled their guts off the record before the proceeding started, they might stand a better chance of a favorable opinion. Could somewhat be compared to plea bargaining.

UrbanDictionary.com

"In the same week that Dr. Hak Ja Han, revered by Unificationists the world over as our True Mother, took the lead as the True Parents on earth, Harvard professor Karen King announced the discovery of The Gospel of Jesus’ Wife, a fragment of an ancient Christian-Gnostic papyrus in which Jesus mentions his wife and defends her before the other disciples as most worthy. Surely, the timing is no accident, but an indication of God’s work to elevate and establish True Mother in the minds of Christians and Unificationists as the genuine Lady of the Second Advent. For this, we should give thanks to God. Still, how are we to understand the claim that Jesus was married — most likely to Mary Magdalene? Jesus tried to set up Judas’ wife as the woman in the position of Eve who would fulfill the original purpose of the Will. Mary Magdalene was this woman. Although she was Judas Iscariot’s lover, she absolutely obeyed Jesus’ will. Thus, as Satan had taken Eve from Adam, Jesus would try to take Judas’ wife for himself and thereby fulfill the Will according to the Principle."
-Dr. Andrew Wilson, Unification News, The Wife of Jesus Seen from the Perspective of the Divine Principle

Today my preggie Miss Lovely and her doper BF got The Truth from her OB.

Normally, I attend OB appointments with my preggy friend. But today I drove her and BF, then waited 2 hours in the lobby listening to allegedly "affordable $2-million houses" on Doctor TV.

W&H text: "You ok?"

ML text: "I'm just waitin on doc now. Failed that test last week."

Cue downer music...

The Qcarbo16 detox failed the test too.

She took another test today... This time she's 3-days clean, not 2-days. Opiates have a 72-hour half life.

The doc said nothing. He cares about her. He got her into detox, twice. He is required by law to report her to police.

But the nurse practioner advised, "You better have a backup plan."

That would be ME.

Somebody has to take the baby if mother fails a drug test on baby's birthing day. Baby-daddy is not married -- to her...but is still married to his "ex" -- and probably won't pass a drug test either, since he does it when she does it. Preggy's daddy wants nothing to do with her, but did text he wants a F2F the week of the due date...will he and his wife step up? I asked her to ask him, if the opportunity presents itself, but for some reason she prefers me. I guess I've been much more reliable than her daddy for the past few months (not a very long track record to be sure, and daddy makes a LOT more money).

DCS and police may or may not arrest the mother for alleged "child endangerment."

My other preggie friend is attempting the opposite strategy to avoid losing a baby to CPS -- she started subutex prescription opiate while pregnant. She claims the other mommies in her subutex unit didn't lose their kids, "so long as they follow instructions." Lots of piss tests to check on mommies...

However, the CPS caseworker is the same for both my preggie friends, who warned Miss Lovely that she has seen a baby stolen at birth from a mother with a prescription of subutex. I guess she "didn't follow ze instructions," so der stormtroopers stormed in.

So now Miss Lovely is terrified to get the prescription subutex she desperately needs while pregnant, to medicate her diagnosed anxiety disorder (from dozens of violent rapes and near-death experiences) and/or hyperthyroidism (exact same symptoms) and her diagnosed pyroluria (exact same symptoms cured by OTC niacin vitamin B3, B6 and zinc). The earliest she can get prescribed anti-anxiety meds is 5 months away...

She's waiting on the waiting list for a seboxyn doctor as of last week, but is terrified to ask her caseworker to expedite the appointment immediately after giving birth.

She's scared to death. Scared enough to stay clean for a few more weeks? Will her dissociated personalities cooperate? Will her sugardaddies pay her without cash for sex or no sex? I will pray for her.

She loves her baby. Big Brother wants her baby. I may end up with the baby.

Who will win?

Jesus motherfucking Christ...drugged, overdosed, raped and impregnated by a counselor in detox

Fuck, I thought I'd heard it all...until today.

Taking my ATF UTR Miss Lovely baby shopping with BF (paid entirely by W&H, compensation for her second blog entry in The Hooker Diaries).

Somehow the conversation steered towards the rocks of this major catastrophe.

She awoke from a coma after three days in intensive care. No memory of how many pills she took, other than the first one.

She "consentually" went to meet a counselor at his cabin in "rehab" boot camp to partay. After blacking out, the banging began.

The "counselor" fled the jurisdiction, no criminal charges filed for statutory rape and attempted first-degree murder. How many juvenile "delinquents" were drugged and raped by counselors in this court-ordered jailhouse?

I'm the one who pushed and drove her into last month's failed detox, and drove her to start counseling again this week, where they initially gave her a male counselor, over her vehement objections (later corrected after the first session).

Son of a fucking bitch!!!

This was just one of many violent rapes my friend survived since age 7, always by those she trusted...

And what about the baby? Mother ordered an abortion...anethesia didn't work...she felt everything as the rotorooter man ripped her insides out...

No wonder she has anxiety disorder with dreams this week of her family murdered by rapists, self-medicated with illegal opiates for 8 years, currently clean and sober, very soon to be medicated with script opiates.

I pray her new counselor don't rape her, or kill her... After all, her first violent rapist was female, who threatened to murder her entire family.

God protect her and her baby daughter.

The Hooker Diaries : Episode 2 : Brokeback Mountin

EXCLUSIVE TO W&H

So I used to be a call girl.

A life of excitement, new people, and fear. It was a means to support addiction. A few tales of stored memories were rather amusing I must say.

They call me to a hotel in the Big City.

I meet and greet two Hasidic Jews -- curls, suits, yamaka.


Hasidics break all the rules

Although part-jewish, my last experience with Jews was dropping pennies on heads at the mall.

They took their clothing off.

I stayed in bra and panties.

They didn't fuck through a sheet.

I was to lay aside them while they touched my leg.

They proceeded to kiss and I witnessed homosexual intercourse for the first time -- spooning style.

After 40 minutes, his ass must've hurt!

$200 each per hour = $400. I kept $250.

Many desires out there.

Until next time...

from, a REAL LIFE reformed callgirl.....model/dancer/addict and so much more...

Miss Lovely

Miss Lovely is a 21-year-old retired escort, stripper, dancer, actress, porn star and nude model who earned over $300,000 before age 21, blowing almost all of her earnings on dope, except for two small bags of clothes. She tells all to Whores & Hookers...

The Hooker Diaries : Episode 1 : The Lawyer


Rabbis: Pry These Foreskins From Our Cold, Dead Lips

The Gothamist

A possible big soda ban isn't the only hot topic being discussed by the city's board of health this week. Before today's main course of sugary drinks the DOH had a nice, bloody appetizer yesterday: "metzitzah b’peh," or the practice of sucking the blood from a just snipped foreskin in traditional Jewish circumcisions (in theory to speed healing). Holocaust survivors, herpes and mohels, oh my!

The dangers of mohels sucking baby penis has been much in the news lately—the CDC last month announced that at least 11 NYC boys have been infected with herpes through the practice in the past decade—and yesterday's meeting was reportedly not lacking in opinions. The city is considering requiring parents to sign a written consent form that indicates they understand the risks of the ritual, and some rabbis don't like that.

"I myself have performed 25,000 circumcisions, and, thank God, we have not had one single incident," Rabbi A. Romi Cohn, a mohel and Holocaust surviver representing the American Board of Ritual Circumcision, said yesterday. "Our guidelines are, I think, much stricter than the medical profession." But is it? The blog Failed Messiah makes an argument that it really isn't.

Mohels at the hearing argued that a consent form would infringe on their religious freedoms, but city health officials aren't biting. "The concept of informed consent puts more of the decision-making power and more of the information in the hands of the parents," Susan Blank, the assistant commissioner of the STD Control Program at the city’s Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, pointed out yesterday.

The DOH says it should have a decision on the matter by September, and if the law comes down in favor of snip-n-suck consent forms, well, the rabbis are ready for a fight: "If we feel that our religious freedom is being restricted, we have the right to challenge it in court … we are ready, if needed, to challenge this," Rabbi Levi Heber, the director of the International Bris Association, said.

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I only date a girl who fucks on the first date


Cop check: What's the best first date, celebacy or fucking your brains out?

Hangin out with my ATF UTR ex-hooker, er, "escort", Miss Lovely, and her BF ("He's not my pimp I'm an independent working girl." ["My actual pimps are my dope dealers," she didn't say.]


What's the best first date, blue balls or BBBJCIM?

BF: "You didn't put out on the first date. And you were the one who started it, not me. You told me to 'not' tickle your back. Hey, since when are your feet ticklish?" [Ever since W&H started massaging them before, after and during fucking, showering and hottubbing.]


What's the best first date, line dancing or riding a cowgirl?

ML: "Hahaha." (abusing her extremely mischevious patented babytalk smirk)


What's the best first date, small talk or fucking an oversexed undersatisfied young hottie?

W&H: "I only date a girl who fucks on the first date lol." ["That's how I met your GF," I didn't say.]

UPDATE SEXT: ML: "I didn't do nothin today!" [After our long day of TV and dinner with her and the BF, she had a "milkshake" date with one of the five hardcore guys in love or lust with her -- no sex, no paycheck, no dope.]

W&H: "Thnx Im so proud of u!" [Hard enough watching my beautiful friend laughing, loved and tickled by her celebate BF then I chose to leave before her rich grandpa date arrived to pick her up, back to work after his recent vacation to the loonybin (reminds her of her 'real' dad -- her grandpa, except for the suicidal/homicidal part). The day prior, BF skipped work and said he'd rather move back to the trailer park than watch her fuck customers in "his" bed (in her apartment) for his-n-her dope money. Hard to watch BF sabotage her beauty to sabotage her dates by sabotaging her personal hygene by refusing to give her a bath after I fucked her brains out last night, not dying her hair color I bought, not manicuring her nails with the tools I bought, but 100% willing to do her dope she fucked me for. But she's making lots of changes and The Rules are changing fast...who will be able to keep up with her as The Nasty Good Girl? After all, in the final weeks before her baby's birth day, I'm the only man in her life she actually allows to fuck her...who actually gives her orgasms...who encourages and takes her to her many dr and $$$ appointments to get off illegal dope and stop fucking and sucking to survive...who actually buys her clothes and hairstyles to display her true beauty...who takes her to real play dates with other hot models...and who actually helped get her approved for her free apartment bordello so she's not homeless or fucking for a hotel corporation...OMG if BF moves out does that make me her new not-a-pimp lol?]

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Date with a hooker*


* Ex-hooker

Today I got her text #853. Come over NOW, bring some paperwork for her BF. Run some errands with her... "Lot's of changes to make," she says.

Instead, I reached another milestone (millstone?) with my ATF UTR stripper porn star....dinner and a movie.

Just like a real date...no sex. :-(

And I did her dishes. Haven't done dishes on a date since the last time I dated a hooker 30 years ago. Must be a thing they do on dates? Like S&M.

Funny movie, had some laughs, cuddled on her daddy's couch.

My fuck slut talked dirty...very very naughty. She was offered $1,000 by a drag queen to do S&M with and be done by a bi-lesbian dominatrix. She tells me the story...some men are insane with homosexual urges. He also paid her to bite and claw his dick...hard. She passed on giving him a golden shower and turd sandwich. He begged her to move in with him, "to fuck as many men as possible and let him have her afterwards." By "have her" he meant lick other men's cum out of her pussy, as he previously paid her BF to supply. That's all in the past, supposedly. Except for her "ex" customer today who showed at the wrong time for no joy, no refund...

Talked much ado about us. I asked why she loves to swallow my cum, when she usually can't stand to touch it? "I don't know..." she replied with a smile. Just more lube, like her squirting just adds to her pleasure as my pounding continues.

She says she wants me to "take her" without asking...and without paying! ("Gifts" are not payment, daddy's girl would never do that!) She told me this during our last fuckfest this week. But she does want me to provide her a comforter to go with her comfort. "We can put it to good use fucking on my BF's bed," she adds with my hard dick pounding her cunt...

I chalked it up to an overdose of orgasms, but when I asked her stone cold sober today, she agreed that would be nice. I agreed I'd done that several times before, without being charged with rape. She said it was odd she wanted that after her long history of being violently raped, but she felt comfortable asking me for that. That's what friends are for!

But I have to take her before her BF comes home from work...:-)

What could possibly go wrong???!!!

But it's not like we haven't fucked in her house before -- and in "his" bed -- with his prior knowledge, observation and consent...:-)

PS: I'll deliver her new "comforter" tomorrow morning, while BF is at work... Can't wait to try it out.

'I love you...' 2

ATF UTR Birthday Girl gets a surprise party from W&H, while extracting $$$ from her significant others. No joy on the prepaid date despite ample opportunity.

Enjoy cake with BF and Miss Lovely. Offer to shoot their first porn video. BF flees in terror lol.

Time to go home after a long day of timewasting (yet surprisingly entertaining, watching her watch cellphone porn).

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Goodnight. Happy 21st birthday.

Goodnight. Thank you.

One hour later by text...

11:51pm: I am so sorry for the way I acted...u are so good to me!

11:51: U still hate me? I love u.....lik a friend. A really effed up friend who I'm trying to help and protect as she asked me to do. God bless you...

And I love u for that! Lol we texted at the same time

We will have a good day at church tomorrow wit the other sinners. Intelligent minds think alik. (actually she demanded we go to a strip club instead)

:)

It will be ok.

Thank you for being here for me and a great birthday!

Goodnite. Now u are officially an old lady!

EPILOG

She "loves me" but there was Hell to pay the next day...for both of us...


Prohibition til 21: Her dream birthday is but a dream, no booze for the preggie

The Morning After

Thrill Kill Sex Cult


Would you want to be gagged and bound while repeatedly raped under threat of death? I didn't think so. Do you think that might cause PTSD or MPD?

"I had to be using or I'd kill all my customers......."

My 20-year-old ATF UTR preggie escort porn star had a little 1-time "lapse" not relapse. As my condition before allowing such a risky fuckup, she promised me to reveal more of her early childhood rape. She made me promise to not reveal the contents of that confession. The following account hopefully meets that contract, only revealing what has already been revealed.

This early rape was the only event I know of that she had refused to discuss. It appears to be an event so traumatic that it now affects her every day of her life, and is the main reason for abusing opiates, to keep her demons locked safely away. It probably was a hard push into the nude modeling, stripping, escort and lesbian porn business.

I agreed reluctantly to this lapse, with potentially severe consequences for keeping her daughter-to-be. The apparently switching of personalities is quite shocking to behold, jonesing for release.

She does the deed. After a few minutes, a sex kitten appears, only this time it's a very sad one. Very childlike. More of an abandoned kitten on death row in an animal shelter. There is no happy high this time. She begins...

All I can say, is that it's a textbook example from the book HOW TO USE TRAUMA-BASED MIND CONTROL TO CREATE A SEXSLAVE. Yes, she has the obligatory butterfly tattoo.

As Pimpin Ken observed, most of these girls are severely traumatized sexually from childhood, and they work as hoes to compensate, often as "revenge".

The childhood "therapy" she received after the rape only triggered the PTSD over and over again, a common complaint from such survivors.

What's perhaps most interesting and potentially useful is what led her to finally reveal the assaults and end the abuse. She physically attempted to stop a family argument and was injured in the process. But this empowerment by standing up for herself was life-changing. Soon she revealed the crimes and the crimes stopped...for a while, at least with the original perp.

The next day she's severely hungover. And the next. She feels the pain she knows will soon be over, forever. And she's glad.

Now that she's not using or abusing, the sex kitten is GONE, nowhere to be found. Celebate, literally, with all her men who stuck by her these days. It's much more than her legitimate fear of losing her underweight baby, it's a psychological need after surviving detox clean and sober, while waiting weeks or months to get approved for the psych meds and counseling she desperately needs.

Her celebacy may become permanent -- especially towards me? There is no touching, hugging, kissing, sex talk or sleepovers without the aid of chemicals, and chemicals are no longer allowed, by her or by me. We do spend a lot of time in the Friend Zone.

"I had to be using or I'd kill all my customers......."

The child survivor of rape making an appearance? Some of those customers did rape her. Some were just sick perverts. Some tried to kill her.

Or is she merely turning into an ordinary girl, raising an ordinary family, working an ordinary job, going back to ordinary school, DATING with all the necessary drama including a relatively sexless existance?

Do I want drama, mindgames and mindfucks?

Is the real sex kitten I've grown to love and fuck GONE forever, at least for me? At least when clean and sober?

Do I want to settle for an ordinary American girl, in-love only with herself?

Or do I want a mind-controlled sexslave?

"I had to be using or I'd kill all my customers......."

All...as in ME? A Freudian Slip? A warning?

"Do you want to kill me?"

"No, I only have four friends from the business, including you, who know about me and my name."

"How many total customers?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"More than 1,000?"

"No. Less than that."

"500?"

"Nope."

"100?"

"Yeah that's more like it."

"That's not very many, but then you were UTR and not advertising. You must've had a lot of repeat business. You got a lot from me."

Shrugs her pretty bare shoulders.

"Anyone who don't know how many they've fucked is probably a ho."

She smiles.

"I've problably fucked at least 30. I don't remember many names or faces, so that makes me a manho."

Bigger smile.

"So you're friends with about 4% of your customers. (That's about the same percentage as customers who raped or tried to kill you I didn't say.)"

We spent the rest of the day running errands with her making me money (for a change), and we enjoyed an all-you-can-pretend-to-eat buffet.

Then she cooked her microwave oven. Apparently it don't work as a timer with no food in it for 10 minutes. BF panicked then remembered his family had a free one. I insisted we drive over and get it, rather than spend the next few days in a panic of verbal assaults (NA training kicked in). So that's how this deadbeat dad got to see his abandoned kids in a short but happy reunion. Looks like it'll be a regular event now that they're clean and sober, getting congrats from friends and family. Let the healing begin.

Then I fucked it up making a comment about who's the babydaddy? Bombed da house.

THE STARE...

BF paused then replied it better be his.

"I know it's not mine. haha"

THE STARE...not as cute this time.

Oh fuck! Are they supposed to be in the Monogamous Zone -- if only in their dreams? Now she really does want to kill me!


The 8 Most Infamous Killer Prostitutes of All Time

1. Fake Hookers Kill Mexican Wrestling Midgets

First of all, one of the most surprising things about this entire debacle is the fact that every single headline that covered it read "Mexican Midget Wrestlers". "Midget."

Anyway, so the story goes that two twin wrestlers from the wonderful world of 'Lucha Mini' Mexican little-person wrestling were somehow seduced by two, normal-sized, women in July of 2009.

The women were part of an organized crime gang who often pose as prostitutes to gather a little attention. It worked. Sometime during the night, the women spiked the twins' drinks, as the crime syndicate usually does. Now, the women know to give men a certain dosage to knock them out long enough to be robbed, so they stuck by what they knew and gave the twins the normal-sized dosage. It was no small mistake, though, as these women (who had apparently never had any pets that needed any medicine) ended up accidentally poisoning the two Luchi Mini wrestlers because the dosage of drugs they fed them was too high for their small bodies to take.

Unknowingly, the two fake prostitutes robbed the men of their belongings while they were slowly dying.

Normally, this drug would knock a man out and he would re-awaken a few hours later.

Click here for the full news story (and an example of Fox News using the word "Midget" in a freaking news headline.)

Embedded here is just a taste of the wonderful world of Mexican "Midget" Wrestling.

2. Prostitute/Porn Star Kills Tattoo Artist At Sex Party

Amanda Logue was a porn star who owned a lingerie shop and occasionally dabbled in prostitution, much like some women do with pottery or knitting.

She and her boyfriend, Jason Andrews, had a gathered a sizable Internet and Twitter following and were making money off of her body. Soon after, she was hired by a tattoo artist to be the prostitute for a Requiem For a Dream style sex party. Before the event, Andrews, the boyfriend, wrote on Twitter that they were "killing time waiting for a party to find us." Notice the coincidental word choice.

Records showed the two exchanged the following text messages:

Andrews: "I'm so glad you're really commited (sic) to this take. Keep eyes for a knife, etc (sic) for me!"

Logue: "I'm (expletive) exited (sic) … I want to (have sex) after we kill hum (sic)."

Andrews: "You just get him relaxed and face down … Take. Your. Time."

The next day, Logue Twittered that her and Andrews were lying around the couch, eating popcorn and watching movies. As they did that, their victim was found lying on the bed, blood splattered on the walls and on the ceiling fan, pounded to death by a sledge hammer with $6,000 and all his credit cards missing. Logue and Andrews would be arrested weeks later.

3. So Popular With Politicians She Was Pardoned

Bridget Fury, also known as Delia Swift, started out her criminal career in the 1850s with manslaughter and then followed that by escaping her jail cell in Ohio, which (at the time) couldn't have been more difficult than beckoning a dog that happened to have the keys in its mouth.

She then fled to New Orleans, a shady place full of rough-house gangs and loose law. No, really. This happened and this is a real person.

Imagine Bourbon Street gone completely wild. At the time, it was so government-free that when Ohio tried to extradite her, all she had to do to avoid extradition was stay in New Orleans and regular in their crazy brothels.

Known as "The Fury" because of her fiery red hair, she was known for running around and stabbing countless men, probably in a completely inebriated, insane state of self-hatred, STDs and shanty-song fatigue. When finally convicted of one murder by the completely hopeless police, she was fittingly sent to the penitentiary.

BUT the higher politicians liked her, and the services she so masterfully provided, so much that she was pardoned after a year and was back out on the streets soon after, banging and stabbing her way through the South.

Click here for the historical account and more photo-accurate depictions of history like the one above

4. Killed The Man Who Had An Iron Ball For A Hand

Along with Bridget Fury above, Mary Jane 'Bricktop' Jackson also legendarily roamed the streets of seedy New Orleans and in eight years killed four men. Along with a career in the dance-houses in New Orleans, she was reported to have a favorite knife she designed herself, "it had a heavy five-inch blade at each end, with a center grip handsomely mounted in German silver". Needless to say, she was a complete psychopath, who fittingly had an also-murderous-prostitute roommate, which only could have been the worst possible influence.

Anyway, so back to her knife: with her weapon, she could cut and slash in any direction "without changing the position of her hand," according to her. It's safe to assume that many men fell to her blade before the murder that inspired her disappearance.

In 1857, she moved into a house with Bridget Fury after having been banned from the dance-houses and became a prostitute out of necessity.

In 1861, she "brutalized" John Miller, a former boxer who, get this, lost his left arm in a fight and fastened AN IRON BALL AND CHAIN TO THE STUMP. He made his arm into a mace. You know that REAL men have died out once we live in a time where it doesn't seem reasonable/necessary to attach a medieval weapon to where one of your most important limbs used to be. Oh, the good old days.

As recorded in this book , the way everything got started was that Miller (the guy with the Bond-villain arm) threatened Bricktop (the girl with the unsexiest prostitute name ever) with a whip and said she needed to be lashed (while probably wasted out of his mind, or just bored from busting in too many heads with his awesome cannonball-arm).

Bricktop stepped forward, snatched the whip defensively and beat him. He attacked with his iron ball, charging at her and she was able to actually take the ball and use it to drag him down to the floor. As a last resort, he tried to stab her, but she pushed him up against the wall and furiously knifed the beejesus out of him using her pride and joy.

She was sent to prison, released a year later and never heard from again.

Click here for the pages detailing the fight.

5. The House of Blood Murders

Edith McAlinden was a drifting homeless woman and prostitute who, in 2004, was released from a nine month stint in jail for a serious assault. She went to her boyfriend's flat after a drinking match (because, for some reason, she lived in the old West) and killed him by stabbing him in the thigh.

There were two witnesses in the apartment at the time, so she called up her son and his friend to help her "take care" of them. The son and his friend, naturally, brought what everyone in their position would to "take care" of people: an arsenal of weapons including an axe, a baseball bat, golf clubs, a hammer, boiling water (which, come to think of it, must have been like cooled soup by the time they used it), knives, metal files, a belt for whackin' and pieces of wood (you know, just in case.)

When the police found them hours later, McAlinden was clutching to her boyfriend's body screaming at him to wake up, obviously completely out of her mind; clearly not realizing that a limp body in a flat where (according to police reports) "there was so much blood in the flat that it was impossible to be precise about the details of the violence" meant that the guy was dead.

Police described the scene as "the most chilling I have every visited".

Click here for full news story

6. First Female Serial Killer (From That Charlize Theron Movie)

Infamous for killing seven men while working as a prostitute, Aileen Wuornos's story was so affecting they even made a movie about her (Which was Monster, famous for Charlize Theron's Oscar winning portrayal of Wuornos and making Charlize Theron look somehow unattractive).

Following a history of childhood abuse, sexual assault, and a pregnancy at 14, she first got into the prostitution thing at 15 to support herself, because who wants to flip burgers or pump gas when you could flip mattresses and pump... moving on....

She would continually be arrested for assault and she would spend time in jail for armed robbery throughout her life. The string of crimes along with her continuing work as a prostitute made something inside of her snap, eventually, and in 1989 she went on a spree of a series of murders.

Six of the bodies were found abandoned in the woods or in their owners' cars, showing that work ethic wasn't her strong suit. They bodies had been shot multiple times. The 7th body was never found.

Wuornos was apprehended in 1991. She claimed the murders were in self-defense, but she was convicted and received a death sentence, because that's what happened in those days. Up to her execution, there was much debate about whether she was mentally sane or not and the media did a lot of questioning of Wuornos's motives in the killings. Was it self-defense or was Wuornos holding in so much anger and pain, she took it out on someone she felt was threatening her and denied it to herself later on?

Either way, her life experiences fully convinced her she wanted to die and that if she was released, she would kill again, no question. She was executed in 2002. I, for one, am waiting for the fake prostitute Mexican midget wrestling film to come out/be written. They could do Hobbit CGI on Luis Guzman and a fat-suited John Leguizamo! What do you mean "insensitive"?

7. College Student Murders Massage Parlor Client

Barbara Hoffman was a Madison, Wisconsin college student with a eyes almost as bright as her f*ture, who was set to graduate in the 1970's. So it was actually quite shocking when she was discovered to have been moonlighting at a "massage parlor". How was she discovered? Well, just to show that living a double life was not her strong suit, she murdered one of her clients, who was then found beaten in the head outside her apartment.

Her boyfriend reported her to the police and was made a key witness during the investigation, which wasn't exactly rocket science since one of the other factors incriminating her was the fact that the dead client had made her the beneficiary of his life insurance policy and co-owner of his home in the time of his death (the best possible move when dealing with law-breaking poor people.)

Her boyfriend, whom she actually met at that same "massage parlor", was found dead in a bathtub, poisoned from cyanide.

The coroner then examined the organs of the first death and found cyanide levels 37 times the lethal dose, because better safe than sorry. The head injuries were estimated to be the results of intense convulsions.

Hoffman went to trial and was found guilty of murder because she was a horrible, horrible criminal who had no idea how to hide her actions. She has been incarcerated ever since and will not comment on her crimes, most likely because, along with ruining her entire life, they're pretty freakin' embarrassing.

Click here for full news story.

8. So Legendary A Band Was Named After Her

This prostitute was so legendary that the Southern Rock band Molly Hatchet named themselves after her and her legend.

According to legend, in the 17th century, Molly Hatchet would sell her body exclusively to wealthy men. Following coitus (because you should be reading this in the voice of someone who smokes a pipe and hangs out in velvet robes around fireplaces), she would mutilate and decapitate all her clients with a hatchet. If science had been ANY better back then, she would have been called the Praying Mantis. Or Molly the Mantis. Big missed opportunity there.

But, because it made the most sense at the time, they named her Molly Hatchet.

Her actions became elements of common folklore, enough for the rock band Molly Hatchet to take notice and christen themselves with her name, and enough for differing legends of her to exist all over the U.S.

The Hooker Diaries : Episode 1 : The Lawyer

EXCLUSIVE TO W&H

So I used to be a call girl.

A life of excitement, new people, and fear. It was a means to support addiction. A few tales of stored memories were rather amusing I must say.

One particular story, involved that of a man who was a lawyer. Ha-ha!

This was a lawyer who smoked crack and liked hookers. He was married. He could not engage in sexual activities.

He would smoke crack and masturbate to a pretty lady standing naked in front of him. Mind you, in his office at the law firm. Picture that!

Easy $100 bucks for sure!

If only every story was as easy and amusing as this.......but the more reality-shattering tales are to be left for another day.....until then my friends!

from, a REAL LIFE reformed callgirl.....model/dancer/addict and so much more...

Miss Lovely

Miss Lovely is a 21-year-old retired escort, stripper, dancer, actress, porn star and nude model who earned over $300,000 before age 21, blowing almost all of her earnings on dope, except for two small bags of clothes. She tells all to Whores & Hookers...

The Hooker Diaries : Episode 2 : Brokeback Mountin

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"I Love You..."

My 20-year-old nude model stripper ATF UTR escort porn star comes over to visit and write her first "blog entry" for W&H.

We are naked and fucking, or taking a 1-minute break from fucking after her first HARD AND FAST orgasm after detox...

W&H: "I love you..."

THE LOOK (you just fucked up!)

"...like a friend." (smirk)

BIG SMILE!!!!

Soon to be followed by her EXTREMELY HARD AND LOUD CONTINUOUS orgasm!!!!!!!

"That's what friends are for..."

"Orgasms?"

(FUCK YEAH I didn't say) "Stress relief."

"And you have waffles!"

We eat soggy waffles from the microwave, the way we both like it.

"You should come over and eat French toast. BF cooks it just right." (just like granpa used to make)

"Sounds great. I'd like that. BTW what's his secret to being your BF? You guys have been through a lot together...jail, shooting up, escorting. I'm just trying to gather some intel."

"No matter what happened, he was always there for me. Not even family did that."

Hmmmm... "I'll never judge you."

We devour our buttery high-glucose corn-syruped factory food.

She types...

"I used to be a call girl..."


W&H confirms lactating boobies are tasty treats in the FWFB Zone!

 
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