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Cleanliness Cums Before Godliness

“Tyler, go upstairs and take a bath now.”

“No.”

“Tyler, please take a bath. Don’t you want to make Mommy happy by being all clean and fresh?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Tyler, you go up this very instant and take a shower or I swear that Mommy’s going to slap you silly!”

So Jennifer, my sister-in-law, didn’t really say that last sentence, but what is it with boys and showers? Based on Tyler’s reaction, you’d think that Jennifer had asked him to go on some kind of death march. The fact that clean is good seemed to escape him.

Many men I’ve slept with share Tyler’s aversion to showers. It’s not that they don’t want to be clean, but most men just don’t seem to know that their nether regions can become quite ripe with sweat and funk throughout the day.

One particular man gagged me with his stench. Ordinarily, I’d just try to breathe through my mouth rather than my nose, but doing so becomes much more difficult when you’re sucking on a stiff cock. Of course, seeing the skid marks on his tighty not-so-whitey briefs when I came up for air didn’t help matters either. Ironically, Mr. Clueless was happy because he thought that his cock was too big for me to handle. Who would have thought that such a beautiful man could be so unaware of his own personal cleanliness? God knows he spends enough time on his appearance.

After that experience, I started asking every man I’m about to sleep with to take a shower first. This new policy was met with mixed results. Some got insulted. Others went into the shower but didn’t come out much cleaner. They’d simply let the warm water run over their body without using soap.

Now, I just ask men to take a shower with me first and personally scrub their equipment with soap and warm water. Talk about a win-win situation…

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays everyone! I’m going to McLean, VA to spend Christmas through New Years with my mom, brother and his family. I’ll be posting from Virginia next week.

In the meantime, though, watch this very amusing Christmas video. Just click on the image to the right to see it.

Mile High Holidays

Thanks to the folks who brought us Make Love Not War I have been road testing my new favorite toys — the Mile High Kit and its little cousin the mini.

After I picked up on the Donkey Love video, and prayed for the Bush man to get some back door love, the Mile High company contacted me and as a thank you mailed me one of their terrific erotic travel companions.

I couldn’t wait to renew my membership for love in the sky — the fond memories of Miami. So I’ve used the little vibrator and lube more than a few times!

Believe me, a girls like me needs a few of these — Ive been giving the mini kits to my party gals and the pocket rocket is getting rave reviews.

The company sent me this 30% off coupon to a pass along to my readers. Though I normally don’t discuss product, this brand is close to my heart… and my legs. Super great gift for the season — give her a Mile High Mini.

By the way, do any of you girls (or boys) have good vibrator stories? Enquiring minds want to know! :)

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Reality Blogging

More than a few people have expressed doubts as to whether I am real or not, and these expressions have ranged between the humorous and the hateful. One reader went so far as to suggest that I’m actually a 300lb man in some office in Nebraska. Although I understand why some people may doubt, I usually don’t spend much energy responding to these comments. Why bother?

Recently, W, a doubting reader, expressed his doubts in such a thoughtful manner that it deserved a real response. So here is our conversation.

Real or not real? You be the judge.

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W’s original comment on one of my posts:

Wait a second. How do you get a letter from a reader when you don’t make your e-mail address public? Something is rotten in Denmark, it seems to me …

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My initial response to W:

lol. lobster, the answer to your conundrum lies in the “let’s exchange links” link on the left side. click on it and tell me what you see. :)

xoxo,
alexa

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email from W to me:

alexa,

you’ll have to forgive me for that little outburst. it’s just that i’ve long suspected that your writings — especially the part about being an escort — are largely or completely fictional, and i thought that i had finally found a glaring inconsistency that could not be explained away.

now, it seems that i will have to go back to my former uncertainty.

well, at least i got to sneak in that shakespeare reference :)

-w

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email from me to W:

hi w,

don’t worry. i didn’t mind it. as a former english major, i actually found your shakespeare reference amusing. :)

my posts are about 95+% true — sometimes i might embellish a detail or two for the sake of enhancing the story. but all the encounters actually happen.

if i may ask, what makes you doubt me? some people have been virulent in their belief that i’m fake such as one reader who thought i was a 300lb. man in nebraska. lol. also, if you doubt, why do you keep reading?

i’m not asking because i’m mad. i’m asking because i’m just curious and am genuinely perplexed. (you know, the funny thing is that most of my stories aren’t even about my work.)

-a

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email from W to me:

hi alexa,

in regard to what makes me doubt you — well, first, isn’t it just a little ironic and funny that i should find myself explaining my doubts to the very person whom i doubt? what power is it that you have over me that i should be so willing, and even eager, to lay these things out on the table for you?

i think chiefly it’s that the grittiness and sordidness of life that i imagine to be omnipresent in an escort’s world are notably absent from your blog. let me expand on that. it seems to me that in seeing clients, even if they are of an affluent or upscale type, you would be faced on a regular basis with some fairly dark and alarming aspects of the human psyche. i suspect that the dashed dreams, hopes, fears, insecurities, desires and requests of your clients would often be highly psychopathological or at least wild and strange. i think that an escort would be exposed to dark parts of the human psyche most people don’t even know exist.

yet none of this darkness seems to come through on your blog. or when you do encounter some dark or strange aspect of the human psyche — when, for example, a client requests a golden or brown shower — you react as though you’re surprised, as though you’ve never encountered this kind of thing before. (see my comment in response to your oct. 6th post.)

i read your blog for the combination of prurience and good writing. i like to daydream that a girl like you actually exists as described in the blog, even if the evidence is inconclusive. and there is maybe a little of my own psychopathology that enters into the mix: i’m basically just a shy socially reserved dork who looks with wonder and envy on your adventurous sexual escapades, the likes of which i have never personally experienced. the world you describe is, to me, like a kind of dream-life, a valhalla in new york city.

-w

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my final answer:

hi w,

thank you for your thoughtful email. you’re not the first person to say that I cast too positive a light on the world of escorting.

fortunately, the grittiness and sordidness that you mention doesn’t really exist much of the time. most of the men who see me are simply in search of intimacy without the commitment. to them, seeing me is just like going on an expensive date with an attractive woman.

the only thing is that i’m always ready to fulfill almost any need or fantasy they might have, except golden and brown showers. i always provide a true girlfriend experience, and they in turn get relationship lite — only fun and excitement — with the ultimate low-maintenance girl (as long as they pay my fees). many clients may be lonely, but few have strange or wild fantasies, and only the rare one is desperate enough to cause concern.

this grittiness that you imagine probably exists among women who work on the street. but then again, that is a world that i don’t know. nor would i care to know it.

that’s not to say that my profession is as safe and wholesome as most other jobs. in fact, my chief concern is security, especially with new clients. baring yourself and making yourself vulnerable in front of complete strangers carries significant risks, least of not which is physical security. even now, i experience a twinge of nervousness when meeting any new client. until i get to know them better and understand their routines and desires, anything can happen, and I don’t mean in bed.

a longer-term cost is a loss of trust. after having seen all these men who stray from their commitments and lie so easily to their wives or girlfriends, i find it hard to truly trust any man.

even with the risks, i do like my work. always being at another’s beck and call does get to me once in a while. but don’t we all have bosses or clients who dictate what we should do? in the end, though, i like my work because it enables me to earn a very comfortable living while not working too hard. enjoying life in manhattan is difficult unless you have plenty of time and money.

also, i like making other people happy. as strange as it may sound, hearing a regular client sigh with pleasure or moan “oh god” in the moment of release fulfills me even if i view the whole experience clinically as a business transaction.

getting back to my blog, though…

i find it more than a bit ironic that people claim that i cast too positive a light on the world of escorting since i haven’t written much about my actual work or my clients. in fact, i think i’ve only written about a handful of clients that i met over the last 3 months. i only mention clients that i find particularly interesting.

for me, my blog is a personal space that i happen to share with the whole wide world. it’s less a traditional diary where i record my daily minutiae and more a forum where i can ruminate, babble or scream in frustration (especially when it comes to our fucked-up crazy president). sometimes, i write about my daily activities. other times, i write about events or topics that catch my fancy.

if i cast a positive light on sex or on living in manhattan, it’s only because i truly do enjoy sex and have few inhibitions. also, nyc is the greatest city in the world!

even before starting life as an escort, i had broken free of many of the inhibitions that church and society programmed into me. if god truly does exist, then he must have meant for us to enjoy our bodies. otherwise why give us the orgasm? perhaps fusing our bodies into one and experiencing the release expresses the divine.

so how can i prove that i’m real?

i could post a picture.

but even then, how would you know that it’s really a picture of me? and even if you believe that the picture is real, how can you know for sure that i do what i say i do?

the only way to truly know is to become one of my clients. unfortunately, that is the one thing that i simply can’t allow.

so i guess i’ll have to live with the doubt. i actually enjoy the debate swirling around me because i like being the center of attention. mom always did say that i had a bit of the prima donna in me!

a

To Blog or Not to Blog?

In between Christmas shopping, Christmas office parties with clients, and listening to Christmas music of all sorts, I’ve become quite lazy about my little blog. I should’ve expected this given my past history with diaries.

Throughout junior high school and high school, I started and stopped writing a diary for myself. The usual pattern began with me spending lots of time writing every single thought down and even recording much of the minutiae of my daily life. Putting my thoughts down like that made me feel good, especially when writing about things that made me sad or mad. Writing became my catharsis.

After writing for a month or two, though, I’d start analyzing my own words and become unhappy with them. There were always so many things that I could’ve written better. Once I became a bit discouraged, other events in my life would crowd out the time I spent writing. Finally, I’d just stop.

So it’s happened again.

But this time, things are different.

When I kept my diary, I wrote only for myself as both author and audience. Stopping my diary didn’t have any real consequences.

With my blog, though, I feel as if we’re all part of a real community. You’ve gotten to know me. And I’ve gotten to know some of you through reading your comments and exchanging emails. Although we’re all still strangers (after all, what do we know about each other except our email addresses or blog addresses?), I feel more open, honest and real when writing to you through my blog than talking with friends.

So this time, I’m going to try my best to break the pattern and will keep on blogging instead of quitting. Please bear with me as I work through my own self-doubts.

By the way, has this ever happened to you? If so, I’d love to get the dish on how you overcame it!

Carnival of Sin #6

My favorite post from this week’s Carnival is “Double Bed” by Jay (Entry #11). Jay writes a cute short story about an experience that he’d like to have with bed delivery men. You can imagine what happened… Or you can just go and read his story.

Next Carnival of Sin will be on Monday, January 3. I’m taking a break from the Carnival for Christmas. Submit your entries here.

Love Diet

Not content with being the fool on “My Big Fat Obnoxious Boss,” Kerry McCloskey continues to play the fool with her new book about the “Love Diet.” According to Dr. William Granzig, the president of the American Academy of Sexologists, Kerry’s love diet is “A SOLID SCIENTIFIC PLAN guaranteed to improve your fitness and give you the sexiest, most romantic relationship ever!”

With chapters like “Training for the Bedroom Olympics” and “More Passion Burns More Calories,” how can you not lose weight?

Seriously, though, what’s up with all these reality show bimbos? First, Stacy Rotner from “The Apprentice” advertises her ability to educate the rest of us about “Dating Lessons Learned from the Apprentice” and “Dating 101, Dating Tips for Young Professionals” even though she’s totally single. (She even asked Katie Couric to prompt her about her single status on the Today Show!) Now this?

Despite the claims of a premiere sexpert Dr. Granzig, there is no way that you can lose 23 lbs just from having sex a lot. Having sex frequently will burn some calories, but the only ways to lose the lbs and to keep them off are to either be born with a lean gene or to work out and eat less.

So for all you aspiring love dieters, there are no magic sex bullets. Sorry.

Carnival of Sin #5

Woo hoo! This week’s Carnival sets a record with 48 stories. Here are some of my favorites.

Nuala (Entry 8) enlightens all of us on the difference between Safe Sane Consensual vs. a Risk Aware Consensual Kink. As hard as it may be for you to believe, I’m probably closer to a SSC — I simply can’t afford to put myself at that kind of risk with most men.

Mallory’s (Entry 17) article “The Passion of Ben Affleck” is a hilarious exposition on Ben Affleck’s “fastest success/career implosion ratio in recent memory.” Mallory builds an airtight case on why we shouldn’t pay attention to any of Ben’s hot air. The only thing I didn’t like about Mallory’s blog is that she has links to both the Red Sox and the Yankees. You should pick only one (preferably my boys the Yanks)! ;)

Julie (Entry 20) reflects on a hot sexcapade she had when she was 32 with a strapping young 19 year old French stud. I wonder if Julie’s as hot as Gabrielle on Desperate Housewives…

Johnny Landotter (Entry 21) delighted me with his tale of being almost seduced by an attractive client. He made me reminisce about my recent run-in with a masseur in Sin City.

Next Carnival of Sin will be on Monday, December 20. Submit your entries here.

New Commenting System

Penile enlargements anybody? How about a visit to your friendly online casino? What about buying a fake Rolex? After all, don’t we all need some extra bling?

I’m sick of having to erase the flood of comment spam that’s been plaguing my blog. Comment spammers are just like cockroaches. They hide out of sight in really old posts and then relentlessly multiply their ads for all sorts of lovely items that you would never buy. I just wish I could call some exterminators.

So I asked my friend S to help me figure out how to deal with it and he set up a registration system for my blog. Now, you have to register for an account with TypeKey before you can post a comment.

I hope that this doesn’t discourage too many people from commenting — it’s really easy to sign up. Also, your info is pretty secure because TypeKey is run by the people who make MovableType, my blog program.

Sexless in Indiana

Here’s another letter from a reader.

Hi K,

Thanks for sending me your email. I’m touched.

As strange as it may sound coming from me, I believe that the shortest path to feeling “sexual” is to find a man (or woman) who you really connect with emotionally. Sex without the connection can be fun, but in the end it’s usually just meaningless calories like the sugar you drink with regular sodas. On the other hand, sex with that special someone can be electrifying. To this day, I still vividly remember the wild sex that I had with my boyfriend in college. We had an amazing physical attraction and emotional connection that constantly fed off each other and translated into incredible sex multiple times a day — we just couldn’t get enough of each other!

Of course, that’s much easier said than done. Based on your letter, you seem to be caught in a Catch-22 situation. Since you haven’t found the right person, you’re finding it difficult to get motivated to put yourself out there. But since you’re less motivated, you find it more difficult to find the right person. This cycle continues repeating itself. Net result? Little or no sex for extended periods of time.

Ordinarily, I’d suggest trying lots of different things like posting a personal on the Internet, asking your friends for help getting setup or going clubbing with girlfriends so that you can put yourself out there on the dating market again. The Internet has been a real boon in helping people connect with others — whether it’s escorts and clients or singles and potential mates! Even if you feel clumsy or unsexy at first, just going through the motions can help get the juices flowing. And once you start taking positive actions, your mind will usually follow.

Since you haven’t felt intimate with anyone despite trying for the last 6 years, however, I wonder if there is something deeper within you that’s preventing you from feeling sexual. Just putting yourself out there may not help and may even discourage you. If there is a deeper cause for your difficulties in being intimate, then you should probably confront those issues to understand them first.

a

P.S., You may also want to consider moving from Indiana to New York of LA — you’ll probably find a lot more eligible singles out here. I know. I know. My friends tell me that I’m a coast snob, but I just can’t help it! :)

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Has my little Carnival of Sin helped you get new readers? An enquiring mind wants to know. Thanks!

Run Alexa Run

See Alexa run. Run Alexa run!

Today’s been amazingly warm in Manhattan — I can’t believe that it’s mid-December. OK. I’m not talking about the balmy weather that you California people experience, but it normally should be freezing in NYC by now.

Taking advantage of the unseasonably warm conditions, I ran the big loop in Central Park (I think it’s about 6 miles) in just tights and a light jacket. I really love running in the Park. So the air in Manhattan’s not exactly fresh and you do get the occasional whiff of manure from the horse carriages that go around the park. But the Park is an amazing sanctuary within Manhattan — it’s the only place in the city with so many trees and grass. Once you enter the Park, you almost forget that you’re in the middle of this crazy city. I especially like going there on the weekdays. Sometimes, you have to avoid cars that go zipping by, but at least you can avoid the weekend crowds.

I hope that we get some more of this weather for the rest of the week. Running outdoors is so much more fun than pushing weights or moving in place in a gym!

Moral Values

Recently, a faithful reader wrote to me

Dear Ho Hater,

Thank you for your very kind letter. I’m glad to see that you attended those Sunday School classes where the preacher taught hate and intolerance. I must have missed that one about AIDS and death, though.

You know, I AM a slut. I enjoy the feel of a thick cock throbbing in my shaved, dripping pussy as I ride it. I love it when a warm tongue works its way all over my body — teasing me every so often — until it finally arrives at my lips swollen with anticipation. I even like being with another woman if I’m in the mood, especially if I’m in the mood.

Does that mean I’m just a nympho who just needs to have sex 24/7? No. Although I have sex often and am a hedonist, I’m not into it a lot of the time — my only purpose being to serve the needs of another rather than to experience pleasure myself. He almost always thinks that I’m completely there in the moment, but I’m actually thinking about how to bring him to climax with minimal soreness. Only the rare man (or woman) can really turn me on and thus not require KY.

So am I depraved? If, by depraved, you mean someone who has lots of sex with different people, then maybe I am.

If, however, you mean someone who wantonly hurts others, then I am absolutely not. I love my mom, brother and even my sister-in-law dearly. I often fail, but I try my best to treat others fairly and generously. I always tip well because I know how hard it is to live on meager wages in NYC. I even mostly report my own income and pay taxes.

You, on the other hand, should look in the mirror for your own possible depravity. Religious fanatics like you have been the source of misery, pain and death for countless millions of people throughout the ages. That righteous veneer of religion masks the deeper hate and fear of others who are different.

Do you remember a little something called the Crusades? How about the Spanish Inquisition? Maybe the Holocaust, N. Ireland or even the Middle East may stir your memory a bit more. How easy it is for people like you to conveniently forget all that messy stuff about forgiving others, loving your enemy and showing mercy so that you can pillage, rape and kill others who disagree with you.

I don’t need you to agree with me. How you live your life and what you believe is your own business so long as you don’t hurt anyone else. In fact, I’m all for religion for helping people find guidance, comfort or meaning in their lives. I do need, though, for you to back the hell off from judging my life — my life is just fine.

If I remember correctly from my own days as a bible study leader in church, Jesus once said something about taking the log out of your own eye before taking the spec out of your sister’s eye. I may have something bigger than a spec, but you sure have one big-ass log!

Your loving slut,
Alexa

P.S., No, it’s not okay for you to masturbate while thinking about me kneeling before you naked and begging you for mercy because god may just strike you down for spilling your own seed.

Carnival of Sin #4

You guys are in for a treat because this week’s Carnival has some fab stories.

Heather and Jessica, the creators of Go Fug Yourself (one of my favorite blogs of all time), brought me to tears by lovingly submitting their latest Britney story. If only we could all adopt that chic poor white trash look that Britney has mastered…

Also, Spa Girl, who sent me a letter about her first threesome experience, has written about her second time with John and Digger. Unfortunately for her, the second experience didn’t quite measure up to the first. Fortunately for us, though, she wrote a great story about it!

Finally, a previous Carnival participants told me that she received ~300 new visitors. Who knew that my little Carnival was so popular? I’m just so excited to be able to share some love with other bloggers! :)

Next Carnival of Sin will be on Monday, December 13. Submit your entries here.

Ebony Fantasies

This weekend, I went to Henri Bendel, one of my favorite stores on 5th Ave, to look for some new clothes. Although I didn’t quite find any clothes that I liked, I found something much juicier on the second floor…

A gorgeous half-naked black model stood on the balcony chatting with some of the female clerks. Besides his skin-tight jeans, he only had “Henri Bendel New York” painted in white diagonally across one of his perfectly sculpted pecs and glitter scattered on his face and left arm.

Ordinarily, I would’ve gone up and talked to him and maybe even stroked him (only on the arms or chest of course.) Last Saturday, however, a sudden wave of shyness inexplicably overcame me. Completely bizarre. After admiring this perfect male specimen from the distance for a couple minutes, I just left the store.

Well, if I see him again, I’ll let him wrap his dark chocolate arms around me. Screw that. I’ll just have to pour hot melted chocolate all over my naked body and let him lick it all off!

What is it about hot bald black men that I find so attractive??

Ken Jennings Trivia

Wow. It looks like my obsession with Ken has caught some attention. First, the Philadelphia Enquirer has an article about Ken that quotes my little blog. Second, a Korean fan sends me an email with trivia about Ken Jennings.

So, for all you Ken Jennings enthusiasts, here are 2 trivia questions about Ken from his high school days…

Did you know that Ken lived in Korea for over 10 years? I didn’t until very recently and was shocked to find out while reading some other blogs about Ken because Ken’s so white!

So, I pasted the trivia questions from Seoul Man in black-on-black text. If you want to read it, just highlight the text in your browser. Those reading the site in newsreaders, you’ll just have to close your eyes or something. So here’s the scoop:

Answer: 2nd
Question:What was Ken’s class rank when he graduated from Seoul Foriegn School? (Apparently some Korean girl graduated #1)

Answer: Stanford
Question:What school did Ken get admitted to but turn down in favor of University of Washington?

Bye Bye Ken

As predicted by various bloggers, Ken Jennings lost last night on his 75th episode after winning over $2.5 million. Over the last couple months, I became strangely obsessed with watching him dominate other contestants with his brains and trigger finger.

I really do love smart and rich men, but Ken’s not my type. He’s too corn syrupy sweet. Can you just imagine, though, what would happen if I had a chance to corrupt that nice Mormon boy? Hee hee! :) Maybe I should book a flight to Salt Lake City after all…

Disappointed at Rockefeller

My friend Chris dragged me to midtown west last night to watch the Christmas tree lighting ceremony at the Rockefeller Center. In order to properly celebrate his first Christmas in New York, he just HAD to go see the tree lighting. Although we arrived well before the festivities were supposed to begin, I didn’t see much and heard almost nothing.

By the time we got to area around Radio City Music Hall, we merged with a solid wall of people walking down the street towards Rockefeller Center. Eventually, everyone stopped. Other people started jamming us in from all sides as the space around us slowly disappeared. Chris told me that it sort of felt like we were in the trash compactor room from Star Wars. To me, it felt more like we were two strands of spaghetti packed tightly within a dry pasta package.

In the end, people stood so close to us that we found it impossible to take a step of our own in any direction. The only thing we could do was to slowly follow the current of the crowd as our neighbors on all sides nudged us to and fro. To make matters worse, I couldn’t really see too far beyond the people next to us because everyone towered over all 5’6” of me.

For a moment, I considered asking Chris to let me sit on his shoulder so I could see just so I could get back at him for dragging me out there, but then re-considered… for my sake. After all, I’d hate to fall on my head if Chris lost his balance.

Blah.

I told Chris that he better watch the tree lighting ceremony on his TV next year. Count me out.

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So why am I writing this blog? I have an inner exhibitionist that just needs to be let out. I've always wanted to bare myself completely in front of strangers but have always been held back by fear.

As strange as it may sound, I've never really truly bared myself in front of any of my clients. For all that they've seen, they've never seen me be me. And for all that I've seen, I simply need to share it with you!

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