Monday, November 14, 2011

Hosting, orgies and lies, Oh My

Okay, so I've hosted a fair bit in the last few days, helping out where I can, getting back in to the swing of things, re-introducing myself to the dirty fuckers who come to hear me, and yes, I enjoyed it. As always, stepping on to that stage, with the very distinct intention of making everyone as horny as possible fills me with such a rush... I can't fully explain it. I almost feel like a succubus, feeding off of the sexual energy of all those rock hard cocks and slippery little pussies.

And yes, this morning I participated in one of the sexy Zoey's orgies, can't help myself, the sounds that girl makes when she's cumming, I'd have to be dead not to get into it, lol.

So, I am admitting, in full view of whoever stumbles across my blog, I am a very bad girl at times. I absolutely love sex, and I have it whenever, where ever possible.

That said, I would like to take a moment and point out that the cocky fellow who's been going around this week telling people that he fucks me, one on one, in private, and on a regular basis, is full of shit. He is seriously not my type, as I typically go for big men with deep, gruff voices. They usually have at least a slight streak of evil, are often close to my own age, and most importantly, they have the brains to know that if they ever kissed and told, they'd never, ever get me back into bed again.

I rarely, if ever, do one on one sex with random strangers...And I said rarely, because it's been known to happen, but few and far between. It takes someone with skill to get me into a private call that isn't related to an auction date. And by skill, I include the smarts to know that while I might be bad, I'm not easy... unless of course I'm on that stage and you've approached me the right way, but then, that's not a private call now is it?

Dude, don't make me tell the world you're a teenager with a crush who obviously tried and failed. If I have one more person come to me with this story, your name will be all over sl as a dickless wonder by the end of the week.

For the rest of you, why not come by and find out for yourselves what it takes to turn sweet little Joey on.

Friday, November 11, 2011

So, I thought it was fixed

Back in May, I got my blog to work again and I thought Yippee, I can irritate yet more people, my day is rosy once more. And I went away for the weekend, come back, and it's back to being broken, along with my email... I swear I wanted to go find the people in the google office and be evil, and not in the fun way most people know me for.

I think they breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly stopped sending the twice daily emails saying fix it, please, a happy Joey is a good thing.

Unfortunately, I stopped nagging the crap out of them cuz my life kinda imploded. Well, not so unfortunate in hindsight, since I'm in a much better place now, but I'm still super behind in everything because my life had to shift focus so dramatically.

On the upside, not only has my email and blog miraculously begun working once more, I've gotten my insane schedule under control. So, with everything back to hectic but do-able, and headed where I want it to, I will have time to blog once more.

In the meantime, Slippery dreams