Well, there's been a request to update my journal, so here we go.
I broke up with my girlfriend last night. Via voicemail. Before you start ragging on me about "Liz, how could you?" -- that was kind of the point. It's a long distance relationship, and we had an agreement that we would be in touch by phone at least twice a week, and I haven't heard from her since the first of the month. And this isn't the first time it's happened. I know she loves me, and I still love her, but goddamn I'm tired of this rollercoaster shit. If she can't be bothered to give even the smallest effort towards staying in touch with me, I refuse to sit around worrying and wondering and obsessing over it. So, breaking up. And that's all I wanna say about that.
I'm putting together another site for myself, a members-only one (NOT ever to be linked here, cause I want to avoid the Zot of Doom, thanks very much) and I was SUPPOSED to start shooting photos for it this week...but my daughter's school is out for a WEEK leading up to Halloween. WTF? So...no nekkind and posing-lewdly Liz this week. Crippty-crap.
I'm still doing phonesex. My regulars who had been absent for so long have all called me back...Baby Boy called and got his punishment from his mean, mean, sexy Mommy, and Headshave Guy is going to call me this week for another haircut, and possibly a ball-shave along with it. I've also picked up a new one -- Brit-Boy, who has a totally luscious Liverpudlian accent and who wants to pay to be ignored by me.
Basically, he calls, and I go on with whatever I was doing -- reading, eating lunch, playing Bookworm. Occasionally I instruct him to hold his breath, and listen with a thread of sadistic joy as he starts to sound all gaspy and panicked, and then ever so magnanimously allow him to breathe again. And he calls me Goddess. Who wouldn't love that?
I've been bitten by the eBay bug, and I'm eagerly awaiting a gorgeous black net cardigan I won...it should get here just about the time my darling little house-ape goes back to school, and I'll take some yummy photos of myself in it...and nothing else but a pair of high heels and a black thong. I used to have really low self-esteem, but doing BW porno has done wonders for that, and I feel like sex on two legs when I pose for pics.
Hmmm. This is a rambling, not-enough-caffeine yet entry. I'll try to do better later on.
I broke up with my girlfriend last night. Via voicemail. Before you start ragging on me about "Liz, how could you?" -- that was kind of the point. It's a long distance relationship, and we had an agreement that we would be in touch by phone at least twice a week, and I haven't heard from her since the first of the month. And this isn't the first time it's happened. I know she loves me, and I still love her, but goddamn I'm tired of this rollercoaster shit. If she can't be bothered to give even the smallest effort towards staying in touch with me, I refuse to sit around worrying and wondering and obsessing over it. So, breaking up. And that's all I wanna say about that.
I'm putting together another site for myself, a members-only one (NOT ever to be linked here, cause I want to avoid the Zot of Doom, thanks very much) and I was SUPPOSED to start shooting photos for it this week...but my daughter's school is out for a WEEK leading up to Halloween. WTF? So...no nekkind and posing-lewdly Liz this week. Crippty-crap.
I'm still doing phonesex. My regulars who had been absent for so long have all called me back...Baby Boy called and got his punishment from his mean, mean, sexy Mommy, and Headshave Guy is going to call me this week for another haircut, and possibly a ball-shave along with it. I've also picked up a new one -- Brit-Boy, who has a totally luscious Liverpudlian accent and who wants to pay to be ignored by me.
Basically, he calls, and I go on with whatever I was doing -- reading, eating lunch, playing Bookworm. Occasionally I instruct him to hold his breath, and listen with a thread of sadistic joy as he starts to sound all gaspy and panicked, and then ever so magnanimously allow him to breathe again. And he calls me Goddess. Who wouldn't love that?
I've been bitten by the eBay bug, and I'm eagerly awaiting a gorgeous black net cardigan I won...it should get here just about the time my darling little house-ape goes back to school, and I'll take some yummy photos of myself in it...and nothing else but a pair of high heels and a black thong. I used to have really low self-esteem, but doing BW porno has done wonders for that, and I feel like sex on two legs when I pose for pics.
Hmmm. This is a rambling, not-enough-caffeine yet entry. I'll try to do better later on.
seska1:
Sex on two legs. That's perfect! 